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bunni-v1 · 8 months

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hii, can I request "First Years Finding Out Your A Girl" with sebek and ortho please?

Ortho and Sebek Find out You’re a Girl?!?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Swearing (as usual lol); Ortho being creepy; Misogyny mention <3; Reader goes by she/her and is biologically female; Book 6 spoilers (very light, but still there); Bunni hasn't read Book 7 and therefore doesn't know what they're talking about :)

Info: Ortho x Reader; Sebek x Reader; Fem!Reader; Platonic

🍓Hi. If you’ve read the first part of this, I copy pasted the intro. Not because I’m lazy or anything (I’m a little lazy, but I’m a full-time college student who also has a part-time job, so I think I can be excused.) It’s mostly because… It’s a good intro. If people are just discovering this stuff then they can read it, but if you’ve read the first part you can just skip to the good good yk. Anyway, long-ass babble session, but I didn’t include Ortho and Sebek initially because they’re kind of new to the First year group so idk. Felt weird including them. Also, I haven’t read book seven so Sebek I bullshit a lot lol. Anyway, they’re here now, and I absolutely ADORE Ortho, so sorry if my favoritism shows.

First Years

Second Years

Third Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part.

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

Ortho

-Okay, so Ortho is a little creepy weirdo. He’s a highly advanced robot who likely has autism, and loves his big brother a whole fucking lot.

-(Side note: Can a robot, child, or thing have autism? Does that mean Idia programmed Ortho to be autistic? How silly of him.)

-It’s my personal head cannon that Idia DECKED this kid out in as much high-tech gear as he could get his hands on.

-He’s equipped with some of the most complex medical features, therefore he has access to a database of all students at NRC’s medical files. (This is not legal, but he does not care for the law.)

-“But Bunni, what does that have to do with the prefect?” Well, Ortho is ALSO equipped with the latest medical scanner on the market.

-Think like Baymax, yeah? He can scan everyone one time and know every piece of medical knowledge readily available.

-Well, Ortho, the sweet little creep he is, automatically scans the medical information of any new person he sees/meets into his database — just in case it may come in handy.

-So, before he even KNOWS you. Before he speaks a single word to you, he knows you’re biologically a female.

-He scanned you without thinking and just shrugged his shoulders at it.

-You’re not from here, and you got thrown into this, so you being a woman doesn’t really matter too much to you being at NRC.

-It honestly could’ve been anyone getting stuck here, so why should he question it?

-However, he notices that you are referred to with exclusively “male” pronouns, so he marks in your file that you are trans and moves on.

-Again, who cares? He’s a magical robot guy based on his brother's dead brother. Who was he to judge?

-When he finally ACTUALLY gets to interact with you after being welcomed into the first-year squad, he’s very respectful of your gender.

-You are a man to him, therefore he refers to you with exclusively masculine pronouns.

-However, everyone in your little group already knows, and they assume that Ortho knows. So when they speak about you, they use feminine pronouns.

-Ortho, sweet as he is, immediately questions everyone as to why they’re misgendering you.

-Protective of the people he cares for at heart, he doesn’t like the idea that your so-called closest friends are misgendering you behind your back.

-Doesn’t believe them completely when they explain, so he goes to you because you’re the only one who knows who you really are.

-“Prefect!”

“Hey, Ortho! What’s up? Miss me?”

“Of course I do, but I have a very important question.”

“Sure, what do ya need?”

“Are you a woman?”

-At this point 90% of your friends know, but there is a handful that doesn’t… and you can’t be having that.

-You, of course, assure Ortho that you are not only a woman, but that your friends are not misgendering you behind your back.

-Relieved, he takes several of your friends off a hit list and removes the trans man label on your medical chart.

-Asks why you hid your gender in the first place.

-Promptly adds Crowley to a hit list (again).

-Ortho, out of EVERYONE at NRC, has absolutely zero behavior changes toward you.

-He’s equally protective as he was before, he spends the same amount of time with you as usual, he doesn’t suddenly have some weird crush on you, and he’s still trying to set you up with Idia.

-Honestly, everyone should take notes from Ortho. He’s the best at this whole thing.

Sebek

-On the other hand… do not take notes from Sebek! He sucks at this! He sucks really badly!

-Out of all the first years, Sebek is not only the least close to you, but he is also incredibly mean. So you just… feel no obligation to tell him.

-In fact, you kind of… sort of… actively leave him out of the loop for a really long time.

-I mean, it's not an unreasonable thing to do. He is constantly berating you and putting you down for being human. You have no idea how he feels about women and you don’t want to find out first hand.

-In all honesty, he is the only person (other than Azul and the twins) that you’re really scared of finding out, and take extra precautions to ensure he doesn’t find out.

-However, you attend NRC, and nothing ever goes your way at NRC.

-Despite every precaution you take to keep your gender under lock and key, you overlook one thing.

-Malleus Draconia.

-His complete and total lack of social awareness is your downfall here. He finds out, and despite everything telling him to keep his mouth shut… he doesn’t. Because of course, he doesn’t.

-At this point, you’ve gone through most of your misadventures, and most — if not all — of your friends know you’re a girl.

-Hell, even Silver knows now. Everyone BUT Sebek knows.

-And he finds out because Malleus casually mentions it over dinner. Not even directly about your gender, he just uses she/her pronouns.

-Sebek, being Sebek, respectfully asks Malleus if he meant to say he. Malleus, of course, says no without a second thought.

-The shock and horror on Silver and Lilia’s faces was enough to be further confirmation.

-And Sebek’s world shatters.

-He was completely left out of the loop and also has a moral conflict now.

-As much shit, as I gave Sebek (as everyone gives Sebek) he RESPECTS women. His queen is a woman, and his mother is a woman.

-In his eyes, women are some of the strongest people around. Regardless of if they’re human or not.

-You, on top of being a human from another realm who had successfully quelled several of the strangest students at NRC’s OVERBLOTS and came out on top, was also a woman.

-If that wasn’t strength, he didn’t know what it was.

-However, his bias against humans strongly clashes with his respect for women in this case.

-And it just… messes with his head.

-He doesn’t treat you worse, in fact, he’s just… really awkward around you now.

-He doesn’t know if he should apologize or berate you for being a human, so he just stays stiff and glares at you.

-It's honestly more scary than him constantly talking down to you.

-However, once the two of you actually befriend one another, he apologizes to you. For everything, and explains where he’s coming from. Why he acted the way he did, how he really feels about you, and all that sweet shit.

-Afterwards, he is genuinely the best at keeping your secret (if he even needs to at this point).

-If there is anyone you can trust to keep his stupid mouth shut at NRC, it's Sebek.

-His honor and pride force him into silence when it comes to secrets he promises to keep.

-In fact, if anyone is on your trail about it, he’s the first one to jump in the way and scare them off/shut them down.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #twst headcanons #bunni's treats 🧁#ortho shroud #ortho shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader

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pr0wlerpunk · 11 months

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Would they love you as a worm?

And how would they react?

(Platonic!)

Gn!reader

Some of these are short and I’m sorry for that, wrote this at 1:am and I didn’t rlly feel like adding or fixing anything ☹️

Warnings: Slight atsv spoilers!!!, really bad British slang(someone please help), idk if the terms I used for hobie are actual British slang or not….nor do I know how to spell them if they are☹️

Earth-1610!Miles Morales- Definitely(but he Misses human you)

🕷️miles would ABSOLUTELY love you as a worm.

🕷️somehow someway you turn into a worm and miles is so protective.

🕷️I’m talkin’ like dude would keep you so safe, with a little terrarium filled with fresh soil and plants.

🕷️feel like he would also spend nights talkin’ to you and just spilling his problems out.

🕷️one time he got scared that his mom threw you out but she had just moved you…yea he almost had a heart attack

——

“Mom, where’s my little jar I had on my window?”

“Oh uhm….I honestly don’t remember where I put it..”

“…”

“Miles?”

And he’s already gone to look for you around the house.

It took him a hour but he finally found you…in a cabinet.

That night he spent singing sunflower to you

——

Earth-42!Miles Morales- Kinda(he had to think about it)

⛓️ miles would have to warm up to you.

⛓️like 1610 miles, you somehow turn into a worm.

⛓️at first he thinks it’s a joke…but as time moves on he realizes you’re a worm.

⛓️he definitely would keep you safe though.

⛓️like he would keep you fed and made sure you didn’t dry out.

⛓️but like he doesn’t do the whole talk thing.

⛓️the only time he talks to you is when he’s checking on you(like twice a day)

⛓️he definitely hides you from his uncle.

⛓️he’s not ashamed he just doesn’t want to explain how you became a worm because even he doesn’t know.

⛓️though if Aaron ever found out I think he would just stare at miles and walk away.

——

“Yo miles, cmon man we gotta do a ru-”

“…” “…”

“Miles why is there a worm on your desk?…”

“I know it looks weird!!, but somehow [___] got turned into a worm..”

“…”

“Yea… we not doin’ no run today…you can just stay here with uhm…yo worm”

“Yo! Unc, it ain’t Like that!!”

But Aaron’s already out the door

And miles is left as heat flushes his now embarrassing face

——

Hobie Brown- Doesn’t care(but yes)

🎸hobie doesnt care, Like literally it’s your life.

🎸but, he is one of them that would carry you in his pocket.

🎸like dude has a full on pocket full of damp soil just for you.(that’s how he keeps you safe)

🎸he doesn’t know how you got turned into a worm, but like I said earlier he honestly doesn’t care.

🎸if you wanna be a worm…he ain’t gonna stop you.

🎸like 1610!miles, he definitely would talk to you.

🎸like full on conversations though.

🎸like he’s asking you questions and everyone’s just staring thinking he’s finally lost his marbles.

——

“So I was tellin’ bloke-”

“Ay hobie, who’re you talking to?”

“Bruva, you’re tellin’ me you don’t see [___] right er’???”

“…no?”

“That’s botched huh luv?!”

Yea they never came back…

——

Gwen Stacy- Not at first(but she does)

🎵she actually thinks you look stupid at first.

🎵she blames however you got like this on you or miles.

🎵she definitely thought you were ugly.

🎵but then she gets to care for you and ends up loving you.

🎵not the best at protecting you but please don’t be hard on her.

🎵she gets mad when someone tries to mess with you.

🎵like it’s kinda scary.

🎵I’m talkin’ bout full on glare, eyebrows furrowed, right nostril flared and lip curved up slightly.

🎵one day she caught a spider person tapping your glass and she got pissed.

——

“Ay!, why’re tapping the glass?”

“Oh, uhm.!”

“Move. This isn’t a zoo”

“Right! S-sorry!”

“…”

“You ok [___]?”

All in all everyone knew not to mess with Gwen and her worm friend.

——

Jessica Drew- Yes(shes basically your mom now)

🤰🏾she absolutely loves you.

🤰🏾plus she thought it’d be easy practice for when she pops her baby.

🤰🏾is the type to tell someone she has a kid and then show them you

🤰🏾she’s definitely always checking on you.

🤰🏾protects you like a mom should.(kinda)

🤰🏾she cried when she lost you.

🤰🏾one day she set you down to grab a drink and when she came back you were gone.

——

“I’ll be right back [___], don’t move!”

5 minutes later…

“[___]?….[___]!??”

“E-excuse me, but has anyone seen [___]??”

“Uh, who?”

“Their a worm, and they were right here!”

She ended up finding you with Peter B and mayday

She realized this was harder than she originally thought…

——

Miguel- No(He Acts Like he hates you, but secretly would do anything for you)

🕸️dude definitely almost stepped on you once or twice.

🕸️Bros the Type of Person to yell at you After he almost stepped on you.

🕸️but like once he warms up to you he’s definitely carrying you everywhere.

🕸️Like Bro wouldn’t trust you😭.

🕸️or for that matter anyone.

🕸️Like one time, he let Peter B watch You And when he came back mayday was about to eat you.

——

“I got it dude”

“Are You sure You can Watch [___]?”

“Yes now go..literally you’re ruining the mood right now”

10 Minutes later…

“I’m back-”

“PETER!?”

“What!, What!?”

“Your child almost ate [___]…”

“…”

“I’m sorry?”

“…Hijo de puta…”

“Yea i deserve that…”

——

Pav- Yes(He wants to keep you forever..)

🪀Bro thinks you’re the cutest thing hes ever Seen

🪀he definitely calls you his little wormy

🪀he would keep you safe in a while mini House

🪀Like Bro made it And Everything

🪀he doesn’t want you to Turm Back Human

🪀Like…Ever 💀

🪀he definitely Rants to you about EVERYTHING

🪀he told you how miles called Chai, “chai tea”

——

“So im sitting there right And he just Says….Chai tea…”

“LIKE CMON MAN”

“PAV WHO ARE YOU TALKIN TO??!”

“NO ONE MAMA!”

His mom thinks he has an imaginary friend now….

Tags: @alisblackgf

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x Reader #hobie brown x reader #Gwen Stacy x Reader #Miguel O’Hara x Reader #jessica drew x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 11 months

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spider society

pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 3.3K

warnings: cursing and slight spoilers!

summary: a new friend is welcomed but is quick to become foe.

A/N: SPOILER WARNING FOR ATSV!!!! i wrote this in a day and on little sleep, so that will explain if this is terrible. also barely proofread so apologies for any writing errors. i did the best i could for the scene based on memory and clips from tik tok.

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earth-42

the lobby was crowded. like always. spider people here, there, everywhere. floor to ceiling as they traversed to their different destinations whether that be another dimension to fix anomalies or just the food court to get some lunch.

your headphones covered your ears to keep the loud conversations at bay as you mind your business. nothing to do, just tapping finger to finger in random patterns as you observed everyone with your background music. with your eyes landing near the entrance of the building you saw gwen and hobie, along with someone you’d never met before but excited for the new face. literally new face.

“gwen! hobie!” you shouted after pushing the bulky headphones down to your neck before rushing towards them. they waved you close to them, gwen with a friendly smile and hobie with his watchful eyes but only filled with kindness.

you stopped before the three of them and gave the two of them quick hugs before they could make any objections. attention now on the new person. his was tall and lean and looked a few years younger than you. black kid with curly hair and wandering dark eyes.

“hi, i’m y/n l/n. or spidey or spider, if you want. but best to use my name since we’re all spiders.” mouth moving on its own. “sorry. just haven’t seen a new face or person in a little bit. no offense to the peter’s,” you leaned closer to his face and he leaned away slightly from the intrusion, “but there are too many of him. and a lot of them sound closely the same.”

“don’t let peter hear that.” gwen joke. she gave a quick nudge to her quiet friend. “this is miles morales.”

“h-hi. yeah, i’m miles. nice to meet you, this place is just… wow.” head turning in all directions to get the full scope.

“yeah, kinda crazy. but miguel worked hard to make all this happen for us. kinda nice to physically see you're not alone in the fight.”

“speaking of-“ gwen got cut off by miles glitching out and dropping to the floor in pain. you knelt with him and touched his shoulder. “he doesn’t have a watch?” frantic as you check his wrist for the bulky device but not finding it. gwen bit her lip but avoided eye contact and looked at someone behind you.

“here,” you heard the motherly voice of jessica drew, “day pass.” and saw how miles caught the flimsy band before slipping it on.

“why don’t we get some food?” trying to break the sudden tension jessica brought with her. but before anyone could agree or disagree with your idea, she spoke up. “actually the three…” her eyes lingered on you and the touch of your hand to miles’s shoulder, “the four of you need to see miguel. it’s urgent.”

you didn’t like that. you don’t like it whenever miguel calls for you and it’s not for a job. you tried making an excuse, “actually, i should get-“ “don’t lie your way out, y/n. just follow the rules.” jessica commanded.

she started to walk away, then gwen and hobie followed after her. “hey,” miles tried to make eye contact. you felt like shrinking into yourself. “don’t worry. i’m sure it’ll be fine.”

you knew it wasn’t but didn’t bother. a weary smile, “why don’t we stop by the food court?” fingers circling his wrist as you tugged him along. “miguel loves the empanadas and it wouldn’t hurt to keep him on the nice side.” miles happily agreed.

the walk to miguel’s ‘office’ was always dark and quiet. too quiet, the sound of just your breathing and footsteps sounding like blaring sirens that bounced off the walls. you hated the walk. instinctively you wore your headphones over your ears and played something, but at a low volume to still hear miles and hobie converse. gwen led your group, her back the only thing you saw as she didn’t bother with facing any of you. she felt closed off.

you eyed hobie as he nicked bits and pieces from walls, tables, and junk. you didn’t stop him like miles was trying, just watching with pure curiosity, wondering what he was up to. always doing something to rebel.

miles turned to you and you saw his mouth moving, but only faintly heard his words. pausing the music and moving the device back to your neck you asked him to repeat his sentence.

“so, how does one get recruited for this spider society?” he held the to-go box in both hands. his thumbs rubbing at the top in a nervous sort of gesture.

“i- i don’t think you’d like it very much.” not wanting miles to be stuck like the rest of you. “catching anomalies is very annoying. and very busy. wouldn’t you like to stay in your dimension? with your friends and family?” voice going soft and melancholy. fingers toying with the device at your wrist.

you didn’t notice how miles eyes softened from your tone or how gwen looked fully over her shoulder towards you, knowing the true meaning of your words. and hobie continued to knick bits.

“well…” miles tried to restart the conversation, “i mean. at least with the watch, i can visit my friends. i can hang out with you more.” a playful nudge to your arm pulled a smile. a new friend, you liked the thought.

“why not just make your own watch?” hobie commented. he broke something off a defective project and stuffed it into his vest pocket. “you look smart enough to build from scraps.” he kicked his thick boots at objects in his path.

“i wanna do this by the rules. by the books.” he shrugged his shoulders. face looking just a bit glum.

“are either of your parents' cops?” a simple question you posed.

he looked confused but still answered, “my dad. gonna be captain soon.” he smiled down at the ground. he must be very proud of his family.

now you nudge his shoulder, “well, i bet your dad is proud of you. knowing or not knowing. but sometimes, you shouldn’t play by the book.” a hushed whisper.

“aye, y/n!” hobie slapped his hands on your shoulders, “that’s what i like to hear! screw the system. do what you need to do, my guy.”

“guys!” gwen raised her voice, “please can we just-“ she trailed her sentence off with a tilt of her head. the four of you were getting closer.

“miles, just remember,” hobie leaned towards miles, “don’t join the establishment until you know what you’re fighting for.”

the hallway widened out and when you looked up, miguel had his back turned as he stood on his platform. miles looked to gwen and she held a hand up, “yeah. i know, but it’s his thing. so just…” and she trailed off again.

gwen and miles walked further into the light as you and hobie stayed near the dark. hobie situated himself along the wall, fingers playing with whatever he got his hands on. you leaned beside him with your arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked. just from this show alone, you know miles is in for a miguel tantrum.

“how’s it been?” eyes on hobie, “um… okay.” you picked at the nylon of your suit, “sometimes if i’m bored, i go to other places. they let me as long as i don’t cause trouble. sorry i haven’t visited recently.” a twist to your lips.

hobie waved you off, “ain’t a problem. pop by whenever. gwendys around most times.”

your heads turned when miguel raised his voice and threw the food box to the ground. you pushed away from the wall and walked closer to the light.

“what’d i do?” “miguel. it’s not his fault.” miles and gwen’s voices mixed. you heard a thwip and turned to see hobie stealing the free food.

“he’s screwed everything up! just like doctor strange and that little nerd from earth-1999999.” miguel pinched his nose bridge.

“i visited there once. interesting place.” miles seemed to be the only one intrigued by your story. “they have this group called the avengers.” eyes widening at the word.

“are they like a band?” miles cocked his head. “no earth’s mightiest-“

“who the hell cares!”

you flinched at the boom of miguel’s voice and slinked back into the dark shadows by hobie. automatically he threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side.

“someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he muttered. you wanted to comment but felt if you even made a peep miguel would be on your ass. hobie, always the kind friend, noticed your silence and slipped your headphones back on. you didn’t need music at the moment just something to muffle the noise.

eyes watched how miguel and miles spoke. their bodies tense, miguel using his looming height advantage to have more authority. mile's lanky arms fling about and look from gwen to miguel. with your headphones, you couldn’t hear, but you saw how miles turned around and his face was graced with a smile as he ran to someone.

“oh great. humbling reality spider-man has joined.” hobie’s words muffled before you made your ears free again.

you saw peter parker, peter b parker, as he liked to be called. he and miles shared a hug and you started to look at the walls and ceilings.

“why do you have a baby carrier?” miles pointed at the carrier peter always wore.

“mayday!” you squeal when you see her crawling your way. the two of you were well acquainted since you’ll babysit for peter and mj on short notice. or whenever really, they were such a kind family.

the little bundle of joy yipped when you crouched to her level and pulled her to your chest. her tiny hands setting on your shoulders as her blue and green eyes darted over your face. a gloved hand smoothed some of her flyaways and wind-swept hair.

“you have a baby!” you heard miles. “i have a baby! yeah, it’s crazy kid.” peter sighed.

“how’s my favorite web crawler? huh? causing trouble for your dad?” cooing in a baby voice. pretending she could understand every word and would reply in detail about the chaos she brings. you pinched at her chubby cheeks.

“can we get back to business? serious business?” miguel always brings the mood down.

“you are the only serious spider person. we’re supposed to be funny. throwing quips as we punch bad guys.” peter grumbled and made a mocking tone of miguel. he looked about ready to send everyone away.

“lyla, do the thing.” the computer teased miguel for a moment before doing the thing he asked. she pulled up the web of life and destiny.

“it’s called something very scientific, but i like to just call it the spider web. short and simple.” a side comment to miles. “cool.”

“these are canon events. things that can’t change no matter what or the universe collapses.” getting bit by the spider. uncle ben dying or someone close to you. a captain saving a kid but getting killed in the process.

miguel showed different versions of spider-man in those different scenarios. he specifically showed the spiders mourning the death of captain stacy.

you pressed mayday’s head into your shoulder, not wanting her to see this. you turned to gwen and saw her poker face, but you could see the emotion swimming in her irises. she hadn’t been back to her dimension in a while, always crashing in different spots.

“miles,” you looked away as you bounced the child, “what you did back in pavitr’s reality, it broke canon. that’s what caused the black hole and hopefully, we can stop it. but it doesn’t always happen.”

you felt eyes on you. you didn’t like the sudden attention. but you were starting to get why jessica brought you here. why miguel pointed a finger at you to miles confusion. he wanted you to be on his side.

“y/n… do you want to tell miles what happened?” you ignored him. playing with mayday, knuckles caressing her rosy cheeks. “y/n… the kid needs to understand the importance.” you sighed and pressed a kiss to mayday’s temple.

“understand what?” miles walked closer to you. “y/n? what happened?”

you licked your lips. “my reality is gone. i… i got to love my gwen stacy. i didn’t lose any family or a captain who i was bickering friends with. i- i got to have it all. i ‘broke’ canon, but i don’t believe that crap.”

“y/n…” miguel had a warning tone.

“everything was wonderful. not once after each event happened a giant hole formed until one day it just did. it was just a normal day. gwen and i were having a date at this ice cream shop she loved, she looked so pretty. she always did. we were walking towards the met since she kept saying we needed to visit more.”

you raised mayday above you and flashed a toothy smile. she giggled and you pulled her close to rub noses. a sigh as you continue your story.

“it- it just happened out of nowhere. i can’t even place what the cause would have been. one minute it’s a normal day and then next a black hole a few blocks away which then changed into… reality being eaten away.”

you didn’t notice the tears falling until little hands touched your cheeks. mayday stared and baby babbled. a hand to your shoulder, peter giving a pitying look. you handed his daughter back to him and wiped your tears. done with talking, but miguel finished the story.

“they already had a watch and when i noticed what was happening and the rate it was destroying everything… i managed to pull them out in time. they are the last remnants of their home reality.”

it was quiet. no one was speaking and it still felt too loud.

“but… what’s this got to do with me?” happy that miles pulled the attention back to him.

“you are the first anomaly.” miguel voiced. “your spider bite wasn’t from your dimension, you already had a spider-man. and yet somehow… everything is fine.” he seemed pissed at the simple fact.

“miles in two days your dad is gonna become captain.” gwen spoke. her tone seeping in sorrow.

miles looked around. his face scrunched in confusion and growing anger. then he did another look at the images of different peters with captain stacy. his face was dropping.

“your- you're saying i just have to let my dad die? to- to avoid reality crashing? cause it’s a- a canon event?”

“yes,” miguel replied as if that didn’t sound crazy.

miles turned to gwen, “your dad. he’s a captain right?” she nodded. “you’re just, what? just gonna let him die?” her eyes fell to the floor.

“we have to do things to keep reality stable. it’s not always pretty, but it comes with the cost of being spider-man. you can’t have both.”

“i can! i know i can! i can be spider-man and miles!”

your senses went off just a bit and you took account of all the people starting to crowd the room. this felt wrong. it felt like a trap, and for once you're the bad guys. peter and gwen tried to calm miles down, he was understandably upset at everyone shouting orders at him. you wanted to pull miles away and hide the both of you from miguel and the others. this wasn’t right.

“this will hold you for a few days.” and miguel dropped one of his devices to the floor that changed to a red-screened cage.

“miles!” you rushed to the holoprojection and started to bang your fist along with miles. gwen and peter were bickering with miguel. and hobie popped up beside you with his palms facing miles with a knowing smile.

hobie pulled you away when you started to see the electricity start to spark. then suddenly there was a loud boom and explosion of air. everyone was swept off their feet. hobie was able to keep you upright.

miles stood free and looked at his palms as he panted. he quickly looked your way and you only could say, “run.” and he took off.

“no!” miguel roared.

he started to chase after him, but you shot a web to his feet to slow him down. his crazed eyes widened at your disobedience. “you have no idea what you’ve done.” he extended the red blades from his arms, cutting himself free and rushing out of the room with others following.

your chest was panting with fear and worry. you looked to hobie for help, but he stood in a portal and threw his watch away. “for the record i quit.” and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

you were the only one on miles’s side.

you shot web after web at different spider people. at their feet, wrist, faces, anything to slow them down and give miles enough time to form a plan and execute it. you tried to catch up to him, but a few people gave you a taste of your own medicine and fought you.

you were being held down by one of the many peter parker variants, “stay out of our way!” he shouted as he webbed you uptight. you struggled against the hold but it was no use. so you were left alone once the tower was emptied, you just hoped miles was okay.

you were sure how long you’ve been webbed up. your body started to get that prickly feeling when it wasn’t getting proper blood flow through the body. wiggling your body in the hold, hoping to loosen it, a voice called out.

“y/n?” eyes connected with miles who was hanging upside down on a web. one side of his suit was ripped, but he looked safe.

“oh thank goodness. i tried to catch up, but as you can see, i’ve been webbed.”

miles looked around. when he eyed you again he looked hesitant to free you, you understood. some of his friends that he’s known longer turned on him behind his back. but you knew he was a different case, miguel was just using this canon logic as a cover.

“go miles. i don’t want to keep you from getting home.” a reassuring smile to his tired eyes. but he didn’t leave, he started to pull at the webbing and helped you free.

“let’s go.” he led you to the go-home machine. he was able to go invisible as he worked the computers so you stayed on the ceiling in the dark shadows.

when the machine was up and running he hopped in and called your name. you looked to margo, spider byte, who was busy with lyla as the two tried to stop the stitching process. you dived in and stood beside him, the two of you getting anxious the longer it was taking.

“stop the machine!” miguel was charging forward. you knew margo shouted a comment back without hearing her.

the machine was getting closer, it was about eighty percent closed. you thought you were in the clear, but miguel sunk his blood-red claws into the threading and started to rip at it. you pushed miles behind you, “just let us go, miguel!”

“i can’t do that, y/n! why can’t you understand i’m doing this for everyone’s safety!” he growled. the threading was holding.

“because this canon shit is a lie! if miles wasn’t supposed to be spider-man, his reality would have broken a long time ago! you’re just trying to manipulate everyone!”

your body lifted into the air. it was time to leave. and just before you were gone, you did one more reckless thing. you tore the watch off your wrist and threw it to the ground making it shatter. you stared directly into miguel’s burning eyes.

“i quit.”

a/n2: i actually wrote a little more after this part, but it just didnt end off well. i wrote this from like the hours of 8pm to 6am (i did sleep a little in between dont worry)

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milksnake-tea · 1 year

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taboo.

"I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?"

rollo flamme x gn!reader

contains: spoilers for twst's new event (kinda?), rollo (/j), tension, implied enemies to lovers, pining, mention of alcohol (no one is drinking, it's figurative language),

word count: 1k+

note: dedicated to @crysangria as compensation for him actually sleeping 💀💀 no banner because rollo doesn't deserve one <33 (/j, i'll make him one if he's popular enough)

i cant believe im reviving for yassified claude frollo of all people

edit: yall im crying but i should probably say that this was written pre-genocide rollo HAHSHS

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You were, without a doubt, the worst person to walk the earth.

Heaven knows how you managed to find your way to Noble Bell, and only the Lord could tell how you hadn’t been kicked out yet. You were the opposite of what the college stood for. When students brooded, you joked. When authority put its foot down, you laughed - that stupid, stupid laugh of yours that tormented Rollo’s mind like the plague.

You were worse than that Malleus Draconia. You were a witch, a threat.

“Man, you look pissed.”

Rollo glared at you, unamused as you waltzed into his office as though you owned the place. Honestly, he has no idea where you get that confidence of yours. You’ve always been this way, from the moment you stepped into Noble Bell as a freshman and still during your third year, practically radiating with an ego.

“What do you want now?” he asked harshly, sparing you from the lecture this time.

You smiled mockingly, raising your hands in faux surrender. “Easy now, Prez. I don’t want to be here either.”

Then why do you come by so often? The question is buried in the back of Rollo’s mind, a lingering curiosity that he refuses to acknowledge. Instead, he opts for a colder approach, tearing his eyes away from your smirk and to the papers you waved around carelessly.

“Headmaster sent them.” You slap the papers down on his desk, ignoring whatever paperwork he was already doing. Rollo glowers at you, but once again, bites his tongue. “It’s the list for the students attending next week’s masquerade.”

“I can see that,” Rollo muttered, having the audacity to roll his eyes. You scoff.

“Well, I’m sorry for trying to help.”

“Right.” Rollo straightened out the papers, his lip curling as he read the name at the top of the list. Night Raven College, the school of Malleus Draconia. Right, that was another headache that was approaching… Although Draconia would surely prove to be interesting- one way or another.

“Damn, how’d they get Draconia on there? I heard the guy basically lives in his dormitory.”

Rollo nearly screams as you speak right next to his ear, draping yourself over his chair to peer over his shoulder at the list. You reach over him, tracing the names of each person attending and muttering to yourself under your breath. It’s one of the few moments where you’re serious - for as unorthodox as you could be, even you had your dignity when it came to not embarrassing yourself in front of the headmaster.

Meanwhile, Rollo is split - torn between logic and emotion.

He wants to snap at you, to scold you for invading his personal space without asking. He wants to shove you off his chair and dismiss you from his office. He wants to treat you like he would any other student who dared to blatantly disrespect his authority like this, to remind you of just who he was.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his body betrays him. He shivers at your voice, your breath grazing just the shell of his ear, burning it a bright red. Your presence at his shoulder is somehow comforting, despite how desperately he wishes it wasn’t. Something is clamping down on his chest, a lead weight that restricts his airflow as he struggles to breathe.

This is the power you held over him, and he was damn sure you knew it.

“Are you even listening to me?” Your annoyed tone snaps him out of his stupor. Rollo looks like a deer caught in headlights, but he quickly composes himself (praying that you didn’t notice).

“I doubt you have anything to say that’s worth listening to.” His voice is detached and blunt, and yet he practically forces out the reply. Your eyes narrow, and he freezes as he meets your glare.

Your eyes are captivating, a swirling inferno of anger that he can’t help but find intoxicating. Somewhere in the back of his befuddled mind, he is afraid, but like a moth to a flame, he can’t look away. It’s a taboo beauty that he can’t help but indulge himself, if just for a moment.

“What did you just say?” you say slowly, the suppressed anger in your voice igniting something alien within him. Rollo swallows thickly.

“...You heard me.” The reply is small, almost fearful, but he manages to stand his ground. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“And you’re insufferable,” Rollo murmurs, almost as though he was trying to convince himself. You snorted, leaning in until your noses brushed.

“You like me insufferable.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and yet it’s enough to steal Rollo’s own.

He knows you’re right. He knows it as a concrete fact, despite his efforts to deny it. He knows, but God, does he hate it. He hates the way his heart betrays him, tapping away like a deranged dancer in his chest. He hates how badly he wants to agree, how brightly burned he is, but he loves it.

He's addicted to your fire, a divine yet forbidden liquor that's always just out of reach.

Rollo's mouth gapes open like a fish, mouthing nonsensical words that even he finds to be nonsense. Only you can do this to him, to rid him of his words, to leave him speechless before you like a fool.

And yet, as he stares into hellfire itself, he still somehow finds himself indignant.

"Don't flatter yourself," he finally mutters, hastily jerking his flushed face away from yours. He hears you laugh, a sound that's sure to replay in his head for the next few hours- no, days.

You straighten off of his chair, that infuriating smile still etched onto your lips. He wonders how they'd feel against his own.

“Whatever you say, Prez,” you say easily, as if nothing had happened. Rollo wishes he could do the same, but alas, you’ve been given front-row seats to his turmoil. He can practically hear the condescension in your eyes when he sees your knowing look.

“Get out,” he snaps, pinching his nose as you snicker. “Now.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #disney twst #twst x reader #disney twst x reader #x reader #y/n #twst rollo #rollo flamme #rollo flamm #rollo #roro flamme #how many names does this guy have istg #drabble #twst rollo x reader #rollo flamme x reader #reader insert #archives 🏵️

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lucindigo · 10 months

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So I may or may not have been fantasizing about Alhaitham catching us pleasuring ourselves.

(I’m just getting the basic idea down here without much thought it’s literally 3 am, don’t judge me. This isn’t the final product obviously but still, a very rough draft just like how sex with- I’m sorry for being a slut for fictional men. Not actually sorry tho)

So like hear me out:

There’s been some sexual tension between you and Alhaitham for a while now…

(Good friends became roommates then became lovers but haven’t done anything sexual yet, thinking “they’ll make a move when they’re ready”)

Bro just got home came to tell you something but just kinda barged in. You didn’t realize quite yet because you’re too caught up in the pleasure.

Covering your mouth to muffle the moans just in case he gets home earlier than expected, also so he doesn’t hear you moaning his name in case you do.(spoiler, he’s in the doorway and he’s heard you moan his name twice now)

He imagines his dick in place of your fingers for a few seconds, Alhaitham’s pants are getting a bit too tight for comfort.

You’re really close now like not even a second away, and as you start shifting and shaking more you turn your head towards the doorway. The shock of seeing Alhaitham there makes your whole body jolt and the sudden sensation pushed you over the edge.

Still shaking from the orgasm you scramble for your blanket to cover yourself up with, you’re not completely sure what to do or say cuz he definitely saw it. You can’t talk your way out of this one.

Alhaitham is still standing in the doorway completely frozen contrary to his burning red face. He wants to give you privacy yet he also wants to see more?

It’s been 30 seconds of silence since he saw you fall apart. The sounds and visuals keep replaying in his mind, he absolutely needs to hear and see all of that again. He wants to feel it happen as he listens to you moan his name.

At this point his pants are strangling him, he’d rather have your pussy strangling his cock. Alhaitham thinks about how squishy and wet you’d feel around him compared to his pants, he’s about to tear them off at this point. He just wants you under him, to feel your warmth and kiss you.

“Please..”

Looking up at him still flushed but now with hints of confusion. He takes a few steps towards you without realizing.

“Let me make you feel good.. I can make you scream louder than your fingers ever could.”

Your jaw drops at this comment, but holy fuck did you just win the lottery or something? Did god want you to stop being an atheist so badly that they blessed you with this offer?

Alhaitham realizes what he’s said and promptly raises his hand to cover his mouth. Did he just cross the line there? He heard you moan his name but maybe you’re not ready for the real thing yet.

“Ah- I…”

He’s about to turn around and excuse himself until you grab onto his clothes with the hand not holding up your blanket.

“Only if you promise to be gentle…”

Now, how could he ever dream of even tearing a petal of such a delicate flower.

#alhaitham smut #alhaitham genshin smut #genshin smut

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firstkanaphans · 7 months

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Can we get a fic of Ray trying to thank (read: seduce) Sand for taking care of him after his accidental and Sand folding like an eclair?

So, I don’t think this is exactly what you were looking for (spoiler alert: there’s no smut), but I thought it was kinda cute anyway 🥹 Hope you enjoy! Rating/Warnings: Teen & Up Audiences; mentions of past suicidal ideation Word Count: 1727

Ray had tried to get Sand to leave at least a dozen times, but Sand refused to go. He had been by Ray's side for twenty-four hours straight and each time he chose to stay, the fondness in Ray's heart grew, blossoming into something deeper and more genuine than anything he had ever known.

After the accident, Sand had sat by his bedside in the hospital, offering what little reassurance he could while simultaneously researching lawyers to help with Ray's pending DUI charge. He had listened to the nurses explain Ray’s discharge instructions, knowing Ray wouldn’t do it himself. He had driven Ray home, run him a bath, shaved his face, and Ray deserved none of it. Because the last thing he had done before driving off on a suicide mission was call Sand a whore.

He didn’t know how to explain that he hadn’t meant it. That the words had been intended to hurt himself, not Sand. That he had driven away thinking he would never see him again and he hadn’t wanted Sand to grieve him. Because he didn’t deserve that either.

And yet, here Sand was—helping him out of the bathtub, drying him off, getting him dressed. He was an angel; Ray was sure of it. He couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Come on,” Sand said, running the towel over Ray’s hair one last time before tossing it to the floor. “Let’s get you to bed.”

And although Ray wasn’t tired, he went, because that’s what Sand wanted him to do.

Ray’s room was cold. The whole house was. It always had been. Ray hated it. He hated that his father was never there, hated that the ghost of his mother still roamed the halls, hated that everything smelled like liquor. But he liked that Sand was there with him. So when Sand held up the covers on Ray's bed for him to climb inside, he went, assuming Sand would follow him. Only Sand didn’t. Instead, he dropped the blankets and took a step back.

“Where are you going?” Ray asked, slightly panicked. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the flash of headlights coming towards him. Every time he was left in silence, he heard the screech of tires, the honking of a horn. He didn’t want to be alone when the memories came back to him—and, more importantly, he didn’t want to let go of Sand. His life line. His savior.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” Sand said, his voice emotionless. “If you need anything, just call out. I’ll hear you.”

He moved to leave, but as soon as he did, Ray’s heart started racing. Sand was the only think keeping him sane. The only thing holding him together. He couldn’t leave. He couldn’t. So he sat up, grabbed Sand’s hand, and pulled him back towards him. Sand turned in surprise.

“Stay,” Ray begged. “Please.”

Sand’s face was unreadable. “I think it would be better if I didn’t.”

“Why? Because I yelled at you? I yelled at everyone! I was drunk.” He pulled a little harder on Sand’s arm. “Please don’t be mad at me. I almost died.”

“And whose fault was that?” Sand asked. But this time, finally, he was smiling. “You never give up, do you?”

He sat down on the edge of the mattress and Ray’s heartbeat steadied enough for him to lay back down. He stared up at Sand, mesmerized—the boy that kept saving him. The boy he had taken for granted.

“I really am sorry,” he said, pulling Sand’s hand closer to his chest as if it were a stuffed animal keeping him warm. Sand let him do it. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Then why did you say it?”

Because he was hurting and he wanted other people to hurt too. Because no one ever listened unless he screamed his thoughts loudly. Because sometimes the only way to justify his drinking was by pushing everyone away and blaming them for his pain.

“I was angry,” he said. “And drunk. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore because I’m never drinking again.”

Sand raised a single eyebrow and glanced over to the bottle of whiskey sitting on Ray’s nightstand—a remnant of before. This was after. Ray pretended not to see it. He understood Sand’s doubt, but he was serious this time. He could have killed someone driving drunk. He could have killed Sand. And how would he have lived with himself then?

“Just stay. Sleep in here with me,” Ray said, eager to change the subject. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Ray,” Sand warned.

“Please,” Ray begged, pulling on Sand’s arm more insistently, but he could see that he had finally reached the limit of what his puppy dog eyes could get him because Sand was not budging. So he pulled out the big guns. “Ouch,” he said suddenly, cradling his broken arm to his chest.

“Are you okay?” Sand asked. Immediately, he scooted closer to Ray and helped him sit up. “What’s hurting? Do you need more medicine?”

He gently grabbed Ray’s arm and began running a searching finger along it as if searching for cracks himself. Ray just watched him. It was the first time in a long time that he felt truly taken care of. He removed his arms from Sand’s grip and twined them around his neck instead.

“You dirty little—” Sand started. His eyes were already mid-roll when Ray kissed him, falling back onto the mattress and dragging Sand down with him. But Sand, it seemed, was still worried. “You were lying, right?”

Ray shushed him, ignoring the question, and then kissed him again. This time, Sand kissed him back. Hard. So hard that Ray couldn’t tell whether he was aroused or angry or both.

“I thought—you were—dead,” Sand said between kisses, his hands slipping beneath Ray’s shirt to trace the lines of his body as if he wanted to make sure everything was still exactly where it was supposed to be.

“I’m fine,” Ray promised, although it wasn’t entirely the truth. His arm was throbbing and Sand’s kisses were making him light-headed, but he ask him to stop. Not for anything.

Sand growled, clearly annoyed by Ray’s indifference, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he kissed him with the passion of a man who had thought, even if only for a moment, that he would never kiss his lips again. It touched Ray that he cared so much and he desperately wanted to repay him.

He reached between their intertwined bodies, searching for the buttons on Sand’s pants, but without the use of his left hand, it didn't do him much good. His grip was clumsy and inaccurate. Sand laughed and pulled away.

“What are you doing?” he asked even though Ray thought it was pretty obvious.

“Thanking you for saving my life,” he said, leaning in to give Sand a brief peck on the lips.

Sand pushed him away. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I can rest afterwards!”

“You really want to thank me?” he asked. Ray nodded. Sand leaned in, lips parted as if he meant to kiss him, but instead, he turned at the last second to whisper in Ray’s ear, “Then never, ever drive drunk again. Do you hear me?”

Ray let out a heavy sigh as Sand backed away, but he could tell by the look on Sand’s face that he was serious. That he wanted an answer. That he wanted a promise. “I won’t,” Ray said. He had learned his lesson and he knew now, unequivocally, that he had someone he could call if he ever needed help. Someone who wouldn’t judge him. A new emergency contact.

Sand nodded, pleased, and then crawled out of the bed.

Ray let out a noise of protest. “Where are you going? I agreed! Are you seriously just going to leave me like this? I can’t even jerk off.”

“Your other hand works fine.”

“Yeah, well, your hand would work better.”

But it turned out that Sand hadn’t been abandoning him at all. He had simply gotten up to shed his jeans and overshirt so that he could crawl back into bed and settle down for the night. Ray preened as he lay down beside him.

“You’re staying?” he asked, needing the confirmation. Needing to know that if he fell asleep, Sand would still be there when he woke up. He felt like a child seeking comfort after a nightmare. Maybe he was.

“If you can keep your hands to yourself, I will,” Sand snapped, straightening the pillows. “Otherwise, I’m leaving.”

“I’ll be good,” Ray said immediately. And he would. He didn’t want to risk this. Not when the thought of Sand leaving sent him into a panic. Sand laid down and closed his eyes to sleep, but Ray didn’t. Ray couldn’t. Not yet.

“Sand?”

“Ray, go to sleep.” Sand sighed. “You must be exhausted.”

Ray was. He hadn’t had a single moment of peace in over twenty-four hours and it had started to weigh on him. But there was one more thing he had to say.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” he said, making sure Sand could hear the sincerity, the vulnerability, in his voice. Making sure he knew, without a doubt, how much it meant to him. Sand opened his eyes and looked at Ray. “Seriously. I won’t forget it.”

Sand stared at him for a long time without speaking. “Go to sleep,” he finally said, his voice gentle and loving and kind. Then he reached out and ruffled Ray’s hair playfully.

Ray let out a squawk of protest that made Sand laugh and then they just lay there, staring at each other, the past and the future meeting in their gaze—a single perfect moment that never would have happened if Sand hadn’t been there to save Ray from himself.

Sand kissed Ray's forehead and then his lips before pulling him tight to his body, being extra careful not to hit his broken arm. Ray lay on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart, and soon fell asleep feeling like a whole new person.

#asks #only friends the series #only friends fic #sandray #sandray fic #sarah writes things

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dccomicsimagines · 10 months

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Fatherly Bonds - Batfamily Imagine

Warning - Suicide, Dark Thoughts and Themes. Proceed with caution!

ALSO SPOILERS FOR GOTHAM KNIGHTS!!!

Requested by Anon - Don’t know if you played Gotham Knights, but could we get a imagine with some angst? Maybe Batfamily x reader? No pairing?

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The cold wind bit sharply at your face. You took a deep breath, the air chilling your lungs. Gotham’s skyline sparkled like stars. Police sirens sounded in the distance. You frowned and stepped closer to the edge.

The top of Wayne bridge was not accessible to the public, but you were always good at climbing and made your way up after a cab dropped you off in the middle of the bridge. The cabbie had been concerned, but five hundred dollars wiped any worries from his mind.

You looked down. The sound of the waves reached you, but you couldn’t see the water. It was only a black abyss. Just as you wanted. It was fitting.

The siren got closer. You froze, looking down at the road to see a police car zooming onto the bridge. Holding your breath, you ducked down and waited for the car to pass. The last thing you needed was someone to call the cops. You just wanted it to end.

Yet you are taking your time, you thought to yourself. You stepped closer to the edge again and closed your eyes.

A hum filled the air. You opened your eyes, looking up for a plane or helicopter only to hear feet land behind you.

“Please don’t jump. My shoulder can’t take catching another jumper tonight,” a familiar voice said. You spun around to see Dick Grayson in his Nightwing suit. He rolled his shoulders, hissing in pain before his eyes widened at the sight of you. “(Y/N)?”

“Shit.” You turned back to the edge, crossing your arms. Why did you wait so long? You should have jumped as soon as you reached the top of the bridge. There was no way you were going to be able to end it now, not if Dick was here.

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. You looked up at the sky, but no stars could be seen. Too much smog and clouds. Dick shifted behind you, stepping closer. You tensed. He stopped.

“It’s kinda cold up here.” Dick’s voice wavered slightly. You couldn’t blame him. If you had walked in on his attempted suicide, you wouldn’t know what to say either. “Why don’t we get down and we’ll take the cycle home, huh?”

Tears filled your eyes. You wanted to shout at him, lay into him for interrupting you. A hint of shame burned your heart too. You didn’t want them to know you were this weak, at least not when you were alive to see it. Running a hand over your face, you sighed. “Okay.”

His rough gloved hand took yours and gently pulled you away from the edge. You let him, the familiar numbness drifted over you. Despite how you hated it, you were grateful for it now.

How you got down was a blur. You vaguely felt Dick manhandling you, listening to him inform the Belfry that he had you.

A cup of something hot was pressed into your hand. You blinked, staring at the cup before looking around startled when you were sitting at the table in the Belfry’s kitchenette.

“Drink up, Mx. (Y/N). You are chilled to the bone,” Alfred said, patting your shoulder. Your eyes widened. It felt as if your world was collapsing on top of you. They all knew now.

A thick blanket was gently wrapped around you. You recognized the hands as Barbara’s. They are all here to see your shame. Stupid fool, can’t even get your suicide right. You set the cup down and laid your head on the table with your arms over your head.

Whispers of concern. Mentions about whether this had to do with the Court of Owls and the trauma you experienced in their mind-twisting maze. You heard a chair pulling out next to you. It creaked heavily, meaning it was probably Jason sitting next to you. You kept your head covered, hoping everyone and everything would go away.

“Shouldn’t we ask them why? Demand to know why?” Tim said rather loudly. His voice thick.

“Tim, now’s not the time,” Dick soothed. Jason’s heavy hand laid on your back, rubbing gentle circles. It felt nice. “Let’s get some sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.”

“But we can’t leave them alone?!” The fear in Tim’s voice cut you to the core. You sniffled, tears working their way free.

“Master Tim, lower your voice please.” Alfred’s tone gentle, but scolding at the same time.

More whispers. You whimpered, holding your head tighter. Jason’s hand stayed on your back. “It’s okay,” Jason whispered softly. You peeked at him. He smiled when he met your eye. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were full of patience and kindness.

A sob slipped out of you. You pressed a hand against your mouth to quiet it. “What do you need, kid? How can I help?” Jason said, still watching you. His hand still warm on your back.

Not trusting yourself, you left your chair and crawled into his lap. He stiffened, but wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face into his shoulder and let the tears fall.

Jason slowly relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, giving you all the time you needed.

***

You woke with a jerk, sitting up in a panic. Water filled your lungs. The cold paralyzed your body, making you unable to fight to the surface. However, you opened your eyes to find yourself on the couch at the Belfry with a blanket over you.

Snores came from behind you. You turned, panting to see Dick asleep in the armchair. He looked tired. The shame overtook you again like a monstrous wave that was about to sink the city.

You flung your legs off the couch and sat up, burying your face in your hands. They knew. You screwed up and now they know your secret. Your skin was clammy. You felt like you were underwater again. But you never went into the water. Why are you freaking out? You bit your lip, glancing around the Belfry. It was very quiet for this time of day. The late afternoon sun warmed you slightly as it shined through the clockface.

Maybe you didn’t want to die... You shook your head and stood up. Dick was on his feet the moment you moved, eyes wide with panic. He relaxed slightly at seeing you standing. “Oh, you’re awake,” he chuckled and sat back in his chair. “Good. You gave us a scare.”

Delicious smells came from downstairs. Some voices followed. You took a deep breath, looking into the sunlight drifting in. “How did you find me?” Your voice was caked with exhaustion and pain. You almost didn’t recognize it.

Dick flinched at either the sound of your voice or your question. “I was flying by on the Flying Trapeze when I noticed you. Lucky I did.” He got up, wincing at his sore shoulder. “You were going to jump, weren’t you?”

You hardened your heart and glared at him. Dick took a step back. “Well, that doesn’t matter now.”

“Kiddo, it matters.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I think dinner is almost ready downstairs. Let’s eat. Some food will help.”

He walked ahead of you, stretching his bad shoulder as he walked. You watched him, not sure how to feel. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you mumbled to yourself, eyes on your feet. You swore you saw water around your shoes, but it was gone once you blinked.

“Hey,” Dick said, suddenly by your side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Come on. Food will make everything seem better. You’re not alone in this, (Y/N). You never were.”

On the tip of your tongue was an argument that you were alone. However, you knew there was no point in arguing. It would just reveal what you wanted to keep secret. Dick guided you down the stairs to join the others who were unfortunately waiting at the table for you.

***

Barbara, Alfred and Dick kept up the conversation. You stared at your soup bowl, taking sips quietly. Jason sat, observing the table, but mostly looking at you. Tim was nowhere to be seen. You remembered how upset he was last night. Biting your lip, you hoped he was okay.

Everyone was avoiding the elephant in the room. The elephant used to be Bruce’s death, but now it was you. You could feel the presence of the memorial behind you. Anger bubbled back up inside you, but you pushed it away, embracing the numbness that always followed.

Suddenly, the roof exit door flung open and Tim marched in like the demons of hell were chasing him. He saw you at the table and went straight for you. You couldn’t stop the flinch.

“Hey Tim, what’s up?” Dick said, standing up. Tim’s mouth twitched. He stopped in front of you before tossing an envelope at you. Your eyes widened, catching the envelope with your handwriting on it. Oh, he must have went into your bedroom and found your suicide note. Great.

You sighed, blood turning into ice when you saw it was open. “What is that supposed to mean?” Tim said, pointing his finger in your face. “You were just going to die and only leave this crappy note that doesn’t explain anything?! Why would you do that to us?! Don’t you care?!”

“Tim.” Dick pulled Tim away. Tim jerked out of his grasp.

“Tim, this isn’t the way to approach this. I know you know that,” Barbara said, getting up to go to Tim. She and Dick herded him away, whispering quietly.

You set the envelope down on the table as if it would explode. Picking up your spoon, you found your hand shaking so much that you couldn’t eat anyway.

Jason switched chairs to be closer to you. “Hey, it’s okay.” He took your hand. “You know Tim is still developing his tact. Probably won’t get it, rich boy syndrome, am I right?” Jason chuckled. You snorted, smiling a little. It was an inside joke between you and Jason to explain Bruce’s and now Tim’s many quirks.

Alfred shook his head, unamused. He had slipped the envelope from the table and hid it. You were grateful to not have to look at it. “I’m sorry,” you said after a moment. Rot ate you up inside. “I should have...went to you before things got so bleak.”

“I’m not one to talk.” Jason rubbed the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. “I lost my way too.”

“Not on purpose. You had outside factors.” You pulled your hand away from Jason to hold your wrist tightly. “Mine weren’t so much.”

“We are here to listen.” Alfred patted your shoulder. The worry in his eyes almost killed you. There no point of keeping it a secret. They’ll all know soon if Tim thinks about the note enough.

You swallowed hard. “Well, you know Code Black released all of Bruce’s files to us.” Alfred and Jason nodded. You noted the others stopped whispering and eavesdropped. “I was going through them and I found one on...me and my mother.”

“Oh.” Alfred’s eyes widened. Jason just looked confused.

You glared at Alfred. “So you knew? This whole time?” Your words made Alfred flinch.

Alfred sighed, reaching over to pat your shoulder. You pushed your chair away from the table so you were out of his reach. “It wasn’t my secret to tell, Mx. (Y/N). I told him he should have told you.”

“Right.” You stood up, shaking. Bruce’s memorial caught your eye. You grabbed your glass from the table and threw it. It shattered upon impact, but the memorial was unharmed.

“Hey, (Y/N). Calm down.” Barbara stepped in front of Bruce’s memorial with her hands up. “Tell us what you found in your file.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tim at the computer and accessing it. “Just read it yourself. I’m going out.” You stormed toward the roof exit only for Jason to step in front of you. “Get out of my way, Jay.”

Jason crossed his arms. “Running away won’t make it better, trust me.” He gave you a sad smile. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

Tim and Dick gasped from the computer. You sighed and hid your face in your hands. “Bruce was your father?!” Tim said loudly.

Barbara stiffened, realization dawning on her face. Jason frowned and glanced over at Bruce’s memorial. Alfred was strangely quiet, still seated at the table.

“That’s a lot to take in.” Dick broke the silence. His footsteps slow and even behind you. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

You let him hold you, hands still covered your face. “Why wouldn’t he tell me? Was he ashamed? Did he mean for me to find out only after he died?” Tears burned their way to the surface and your cheeks were wet. “I thought all this time that my father didn’t want me, that he abandoned me.” You glared at Bruce’s memorial. “And he was right there!” You jerked away from Dick and took a step toward the memorial.

Jason stepped in your path. “Attacking the memorial won’t help.” You pushed at his chest and, like a brick wall, he didn’t move.

You growled, shoving at Jason again. “Get out of my way, jackass!”

Jason crossed his arms, not moving. The pity in his eyes made you want to tear apart everything in the room. Rage crawled up inside you. It was easy to be angry. You could avoid the grief weighing deep in your very soul.

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Barbara reached out to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away like she hurt you. You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling hard to feel pain.

“None of you understand. You all had parents, knew who they were.” You glared at them. Dick pursed his lips, shifting his feet. Barbara and Jason’s expressions went blank. “I never knew my mom except that she slept around and got what she deserved, at least that’s the story my gran told me every night as my bedtime story.” You gasped, wiping tears from your cheeks.

Jason stepped closer. “That’s not fair, kid.”

You back away. Your chest felt like it was going to explode. Dick and Barbara took a step toward you. You hugged yourself, trying to hold it together.

“Why does it matter?” Tim stared at you. He looked bewildered.

“What?!” It was getting hard to breathe. Your lungs refused to take in air.

“Seriously, Timmy,” Dick mumbled. Suddenly, Dick was in front of you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “Breathe with me, (Y/N). Come on, kiddo. You can do it.” Black swarmed your vision. You blinked, trying to copy Dick’s slow, even breaths.

“I don’t get it. You should be happy. Bruce wanted you.” Tim shook his head. “You’re so lucky, (Y/N). Why can’t you understand that?”

Barbara hushed him. “Tim, stop it.”

Dick pulled you into a hug, whispering nonsense in your ear. Your chest ached, but your lungs opened up.

“No, Bruce was your father. He cared about you.” Tim rubbed his temples, backing away when Jason grabbed at him. “He took you in. Loved you. Why does it matter he didn’t tell you? He treated you like his kid anyway, more than other parents.”

“Master Tim, please,” Alfred said, rising from the table finally.

“No, it’s selfish!” Tim shouted, throwing his hands in the air. Barbara caught his shoulder to stop him from coming toward you. “You tried to kill yourself because Bruce was your father! I would give anything for Bruce to be my real dad!”

“Tim, you’re not helping.” Barbara hushed him, gripping his shoulder enough to hurt. You looked at Tim over Dick’s shoulder. His words were a knife in your heart. Shame on you. You are selfish for feeling the way you do. Tim has it worse. They all have it worse.

“You’re right,” you whispered, pulling away from Dick. You wiped your cheeks with your sleeves. Dick reached to pull you back to him, but you shook your head. “I’m selfish.” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“No, kiddo.” Dick snatched you, holding you so tight that you thought you were going to be crushed. “You’re not selfish for feeling the way you do. We’re all different, we all have our struggles. I can’t explain why Bruce made his decision not to tell you the truth, but I know he loved you so much.”

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes. The shame rotted your insides. You heard whispers from Jason, Barbara, and Tim. It didn’t surprise you that Tim would react badly. Tim told you many times in confidence that he wished Bruce was his biological father. Tim’s dad hadn’t even called when the news of Bruce’s death was released.

“Master Bruce was a stubborn man as you all know.” Alfred cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, slightly confused he was finally speaking up. The others went quiet as well. “When he believed he made the right decision, almost nothing could change his mind.”

Jason snorted. “No kidding.”

Alfred nodded. His eyes studied you. “He didn’t know about you until he found your DNA at the scene of the Ratcatcher’s arrest.” Alfred smiled sadly. “He made his mission to find you, to make sure you were safe. When he realized you weren’t, he took you in and made you part of our family.”

“That’s true. Bruce was so impressed at how you took down Ratcatcher with only a slingshot and a firecracker.” Barbara said, stepping to your side and giving you a side hug. You leaned into her, she was so warm. “Whether Bruce being your dad or not, you would have always had a place with us.”

The rot inside you eased. You swallowed hard. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” you mumbled softly. “I wouldn’t have been mad at him. If he didn’t know about me, he wasn’t to blame for anything.”

Jason snorted. “You’re being generous, (Y/N). He still slept with your mother without bothering to see if anything happened afterward.” Jason shifted on his feet as if debating whether to approach you or not.

“Your mom should have reached out to Bruce. That wasn’t Bruce’s fault,” Tim said, starting to fidget with a broken batarang.

Tears filled your eyes again. Barbara hugged you tighter. “Master Bruce and your mother were very young,” Alfred said, shaking his head at Tim before focusing back on you. “Now he never explained why, but knowing Master Bruce, I imagined he was afraid of passing on the burden of the Wayne legacy.”

Dick opened his arms. Barbara nodded and he joined the hug. You were smashed between them. “What does that even mean?,” you said, wiggling away from the two of them. You wiped your cheeks, finding them traitorously wet. “That’s a load of bullshit, Alfred.”

Alfred frowned slightly. He sighed. “I believe Master Bruce was afraid.” You tensed. The room dead silent. You sniffled. Alfred pulled out a tissue and handed it to you. He rested his hand on your shoulder as you mopped up your face. “He was afraid of losing you. You were part of our family and I believe he didn’t want the knowledge of your true parentage to change that.”

“I guess.” You tossed your tissue away. A wave of exhaustion came over you. You glanced over at Bruce’s memorial. It felt like it was still mocking you. Maybe what Alfred said was true, but...it didn’t make you feel any better.

The others were watching you. You forced yourself to smile. “I’m sorry about scaring you all.” You wrung your hands. “Going onto the bridge was a mistake. I won’t do that again.”

“You better not, kid.” Jason nudged your arm.

“Regardless, I have made an appointment for you with a trusted therapist.” Alfred put his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the table and your, now cold, soup. “You are going to meet with them and promise us that you will seek help if you should ever feel so hopeless again.”

“Yes, Alfred.” You took your seat. The family joined you at the table. After a minute of uneasiness, Dick took a breath.

“I can’t believe Harley gave me an ‘F’ in ‘glute-ability’. Has she seen my ass? It’s great,” Dick said with a carefree smile.

Barbara rolled her eyes. Jason and Tim shared a groan. You bit your lip to keep from letting a giggle slid out. Gentle ribbing and teasing followed. You admitted you loved your family and you were grateful you didn’t leave them last night. However, you wondered if the little nagging feeling about Bruce would ever go away.

***

You ran through the forest on the Wayne Estate, dressed in your gear.

The family had just discovered Talia had stolen Bruce’s body and found a Lazarus pit in Gotham. With the Court of Owls defeated, they all went after Talia.

Due to your attempt, you had been taken off missions as a whole. The family thought it best you focused on your recovery. You agreed, but you knew you had to do this. After their last signal came from the destroyed Batcave, you sprinted into action.

The boarded up well was right where you remembered. You knelt down, ripping up the boards and dropping down. On the way down, you realized you should have checked to make sure it didn’t collapse with the rest of the Batcave. Panic flared inside you, but you let out a breath before safely landing on the bottom of the well.

You found the well when you were exploring the grounds after you came to live with Bruce. It led right to a small opening in the roof of the Batcave.

A smile tugged at your lips. You used this tunnel to sneak up on Bruce. He almost broke your jaw when you surprised him. The look on his face was worth how stiff you got waiting for the right moment to drop down.

“Please still be here,” you whispered, squeezing through the gap and into the tunnel.

“Mx. (Y/N), where are you?” Alfred’s voice made you jolt. Your head bumped against the rock ceiling. You hissed.

“Around.” The passage narrowed. You laid on your stomach, crawling through the space. It was a tight squeeze. Tighter than it used to be.

“This isn’t a joke. You’re not at the Belfry. Where are you, kid?” Jason sounded angry, but the worry was hidden just underneath. You swallowed past a lump in your throat.

You let out a slow breath to calm the panic. The walls closed in more, but you saw light ahead. Sounds of a battle echoed toward you. “Don’t worry.” You tapped your comm to turn it off.

Peeking out of the hole, you saw your family fighting far below. You raised an eyebrow as you slid out of the hole and climbed down. The closest platform was the old Batplane landing pad. The Batplane was still there. Barely hanging on over the edge.

You tapped your mask, zooming in to see your family battling Talia. A glowing Lazarus pit sat in the middle of the Batcave. A snort slipped out of you.

A shuffle came from behind you. You spun, slingshot ready.

“(Y/N)?” Bruce held up his hands. Your heart stopped. He had a beard, thinner than he should be, pale. A bloody stab wound in his stomach.

“Bruce?” You narrowed your eyes. Your slingshot still aimed for him. “That really you?”

Bruce coughed, stumbling weakly toward you. “Mostly.” He wheezed. “The owls are coming, (Y/N). Get out of here.”

“But the others, they stopped them.” You turned to see the Court of Owls appearing in front of your family. “Damn it.”

Suddenly, Bruce’s hand clapped on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You froze as he touched his forehead to yours. “Go, get out of here.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?” Your eyes widened as Bruce stumbled toward the Batplane.

“It’s your city now. Your battles. Do well my child.” Bruce climbed into the Batplane with what seemed to be the last of his strength.

You glanced back at the battle below. Your family was outmatched. Swallowing hard, you looked at the plane. Just by looks alone, you knew the weapons were offline. Heck, you bet the autopilot wasn’t working either. Your eyes widened once you realized what he planned to do.

“Hell no.” You dropped your slingshot and ran forward, hopping into the plane with Bruce.

“(Y/N), get out of here!” Bruce’s eyes flashed a dangerous green. The green of the pit. You swallowed hard, but ignored him.

“You’re not sacrificing yourself, you idiot. I didn’t get to find out you’re my dad only to let you kill yourself again.” You wrapped your arms around him, but the the cockpit sealed, locking you both inside.

Bruce coughed again. He let out a moan. “(Y/N), now is not the time to be stubborn. Go!” He reached for button to open the cockpit, but you blocked him.

“Nope, I’m in here with you.” You saw the Talons moving in on your family. Reaching over, you flicked on the lights of the plane to get their attention. “Guess we’ll just have to survive this together.”

“Bruce! What are you doing?!” Dick’s voice came over the batplane’s comms. Your eyes widened as the Talons climbed toward the plane.

Bruce wheezed again. “Damn it, (Y/N). Get out of here.”

“N. O. No.” You flinched as a talon appeared in front of the cockpit, pounding on the glass.

“Wait, (Y/N) is with you?!” Barbara said. The terror in her voice made you shiver.

“Yes, I’m going to eject their seat. One of you needs to catch them before they hit the ceiling,” Bruce said, turning on the Batplane’s engines.

You growled. “No, I’ll catch Bruce when I eject his seat before impact. Meanwhile, you all should run.”

More Talons appeared, pounding on the glass. Some of their claws were making it through. “(Y/N), I’m giving you an order,” Bruce said softly.

“And I’m ignoring it.” You took your grapple gun in hand, seeing the ejector seat was still working, flashing it’s bright red. Bruce flicked a switch. The Batplane’s engines slowly built to full power.

“Kid, listen to him,” Jason said, the rare panic in his voice surprised you.

“You won’t be able to stop the ejector seat. We’ll both die on impact.” Bruce took a deep breath. “You have to let me go.”

The hilarity didn’t escape you. “Like you let anything go?” You couldn’t stop your laugh. “I guess we’ll die together then.”

“(Y/N), you promised us.” Tim’s voice made your heart drop. “If this is about you not wanting to live. This is not the time or place to do it.”

Bruce glanced back at you. You didn’t meet his eye as the plane suddenly rocketed forward. “Sorry,” you said before hitting the ejector button for Bruce’s seat and held on tight.

How you were going to do this, you didn’t know, but the only thing you knew for certain was that Bruce wasn’t going to die today.

***

Your chest hurt like it had been punched several times. You gasped, dust flying into your mouth.

“Careful. Don’t move.” The voice was so familiar. You opened your eyes, blinking at the bright light somewhere next to you.

“It hurts.” You coughed, choking on the dust. “I can’t move my arm.”

A low chuckle and a wheeze came from beside you. “You still have circulation, but it’s broken. I got a splint on it for now.”

Your eyes adjusted and you took in Bruce’s bearded face. Blood dripped down from a cut on his head. He still had the stab wound in his chest, but it appeared to have been treated. You recognized the gauze from the first aid kit in your belt.

His hand rested on your forehead. A smile pulled at his lips. “You miscalculated our landing slightly, but overall we survived. We’re still trapped though.” He looked up. You took in the rocks around you. Panic slowly crawled up inside you. “I set a distress call through your comm. We should be found soon.”

You hummed, shifting. Sharp pain shot through your chest and legs. “Ouch.”

“I said don’t move.” Bruce’s hand stayed on your forehead. “I can’t believe you did something so risky.”

“I can’t believe you were going to kill yourself after you got another chance at life.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

Bruce snorted in response. He pursed his lips. “Is what Tim said true?”

You frowned, staring at the rock above you. “What did he say? I’m sorry, I don’t remember. I was too busy figuring out how to get you out alive.”

“Did you try to kill yourself?” Bruce stared at you, searching for answers. “Tell me.”

You let out a breath. Your eyes burned. “Does it matter? I’m not going to try again. My therapist is helping me with it.”

“Why?”

You looked back at him. The grief in his eyes made your heart ache. “Well, I...I felt like I was hated...by you. You didn’t want me to know you were my dad until after you died.” Tears filled your eyes. “What if I wasn’t worthy? What if you never really wanted me and just took me in out of obligation?”

Bruce shook his head. “No.” He stroked your hair. “I was afraid you would reject me. You always said you hated your parents, that you wouldn’t forgive them. I didn’t want to ruin the family you made with us.”

You chuckled, wincing when it hurt your ribs. “So we were both afraid of the same thing?”

He smiled. “I guess.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

The rocks above you shifted. Bruce tensed, looking up. “Hopefully, they called in Superman to dig us out,” you said, reaching with your good hand to grab his.

Bruce winced when the rocks shifted again. “If they don’t make it all collapse on us. Just our luck they got Superboy instead.”

You laughed, gasping when it hurt. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Bruce chuckled softly. “Sorry.” He sighed, coughing a little. “Now tell me what’s been going on since I’ve been...gone.”

You snorted at the phrase. “Well, do you want the story in chorological order or just highlights?”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “(Y/N), you might as well tell me the whole story. We aren’t going anywhere soon.”

You swallowed as the rock shifted again. A bit of dust fell. “Okay, well...” You started in on the story, hoping to forget about the tons of rocks shifting above. Bruce tightened his hands around yours, listening to your every word.

***

Six Months Later...

“Hurry up, Bruce,” you said, turning back to see him several feet behind you. The climb up the mountain had been steep, but the view was worth it. “It’s beautiful up here.”

“I’m coming.” He panted, jogging up to you. A cough slipped out of him. You patted his back.

Bruce had recovered somewhat from the pit. He would never be Batman again, but he was getting stronger every day. Even the nightmares had faded somewhat.

“It is beautiful. Worth the climb.” Bruce flopped his arm around your shoulders, looking out at the view.

You were doing better. Your therapist helped you work through things and your body healed. Of course, having a second chance with Bruce assisted with your recovery as well.

“This road trip was a good idea,” Bruce said after a moment. “I’ll have to thank Alfred.”

You chuckled, leaning into Bruce’s side. Alfred had suggested you and Bruce take a road trip across the USA. A chance to bond and see sights that neither of you thought to see before.

The others had Gotham covered. They were over being upset with you for risking your life. For the most part anyway.

You looked out over the mountain range. Nerves bubbled in your stomach. “Yeah, you’ll have to thank him, Dad.”

Bruce tensed, his arm gripped your shoulder. You smiled when you saw tears in his eyes. He pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, (Y/N).” He kissed your forehead.

“I hope you know I need photo evidence that I made you cry by calling you Dad. Dick won’t believe me otherwise,” you said, laughing when Bruce spun you around.

“Little brat.” Bruce ruffled your hair. You squirmed away from him. Deep down, you knew you had the peace you were looking for and you couldn’t have been happier.

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DAN HENG SPOILER WARNING!!!

request: “Dragon Dan heng has been flooding my mind PLEASE

PLEASE JUST ANYTHING ABOUT DRAGON DAN HENG PLEASE😭😭😭

Ofc only if you're comfortable”

I’ve been WAITING for a request like this!!

I don’t really know anything about his dragon form yet beyond I’m so so excited and he’s so so beautiful so I’m just gonna…go off the very little I know!

Ok so there’s some reason he’s hiding it from you. Whether it’s to protect the crew, or he just didn’t feel ready to reveal such a big secret, it still kinda eats away at him that he’s being so dishonest and secretive.

Especially when it comes to you. He knows he should tell you. But he fears your reaction.

I mean…he’s been lying to you for so long, will you even want to be with him after that?? He would understand if you didn’t. He’d get it if you thought he was just some…liar.

But eventually he decides he HAS to show you the truth. He worries you’ll believe he’s a traitor. Because in a way, he feels he has betrayed you by starting a relationship with you without telling you about his Vidyadhara heritage.

He just…had to hide it from you. To keep you safe.

But now here he is, revealing his true form to you, your eyes are wide, this was NOT what you were expecting from your husband when he said he had to confess something to you before stepping into a backroom for a moment and re-emerging like this.

“…well…?” he prompts anxiously after the silence lasts too long. “What do you have to say to me, now that you know I’ve been lying to you since I’ve met you?”

“Dan Heng…” you breathe. “You’re beautiful…” it sounds silly, but it’s the first thing you could think of to say. He really was elegant and regal looking in his new form, and he seemed knocked off his eternal balance when you blurted out such an awkward, unexpected compliment.

“You’re not furious at me, for hiding my identity from you for so long?” now his beautiful eyes are wide, confused. He tilts his graceful head at you.

“Why…why would I be mad?” you’re staring, mesmerized by him. You subconsciously reach up to touch one of the horns on his forehead, and he at first flinches away before allowing you to touch him.

“I don’t understand how you can’t be angry…” he murmurs as you admire his new dragon-like features. “How are you not upset?”

“I’m just not, Dan Heng…I trust you, and I know you had a reason to not tell me you’re a…” you can’t even bring yourself to say it. It’s just…crazy…you had no idea, not even a suspicion that THIS was the secret your beloved husband was hiding from you.

You trace your fingers down his cheek. “I’m not mad,” you repeat again when you see the look in his face. It is full of shame and regret for not telling you sooner, especially now that he sees how unfounded his fears were of your reaction. You smile at him and cup his cheek in your palm. “I’m not mad. In fact, I think you look really good. Better than ever. And…I’m happy you finally told me…”

“Thank you,” even though you give them to him all the time he’s still not used to receiving compliments. “And yes, I’m glad too…I’m glad that…you get to see me like this.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“You mustn’t tell the others. Not yet.”

“I understand,” you say, feeling all sorts of emotions. Sadness that the crew of the Astral Express are missing out on Dan Heng’s true form. And happiness because you get to keep this little secret all to yourself.

“I just have…so many questions…” you murmur, gazing into his eyes. They are more piercing and enchanting than before. It’s amazing.

“Then I’m here to answer you…ask away…”

And the two of you remain, locked in the archives, discussing this new revelation eagerly, and the new chapter this opens in your lives. He answers all your questions to the best of his ability.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng #dan heng x reader #Honkai star rail Dan Heng x reader #Hsr Dan heng #hsr Dan Heng x reader #My writing

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Silver (Vignette) - Bloom Broom Birthday

Following is my translation of the vignette for Silver's Bloom Broom Birthday card.

Spoilers after the cut!

Part 1

Silver: Sebek told me to go do something about my bedhead, and all that time I spent fixing my hair made me late. I don’t see why there’s any reason to fuss over it, since I’m going to be wearing this hat and all. But I’m glad I didn’t leave my interviewer waiting.

???: *Siiiiigh* This sucks…. I wanna go hooome…!

Idia: H…. H-Hello there…. I’m your p-presenter….. Happy… B-Birthday…..

Silver: So you’re my presenter, Idia Senpai. Thank you for the well wishes.

Idia: Eep! .....I-I wanna get this over with ASAP, so could we jump right into the interview?

Silver: I apologize for doing this while you’re so busy. Then let’s go ahead and get started.

Idia: A-Alright, here’s the first question: “Are you good or bad at flying?”

Silver: I’m relatively skilled at flying. Compared to other subjects, at least. But there’s still a lot of things I’m not very good at, like flying for long distances and turning my broom whatever way I want. I still have a long way to go, and I’ll be making use of everything I’ve learned at this school as I continue to be diligent in my studies.

Idia: Dude, you’re making me friggin’ jealous…! You legit believe you got potential! Only people who are born with physical ability and good sense get to enjoy that privilege.

Silver: I don’t know about being born with those kinds of things, but… I certainly wasn’t very good at flying right from the outset. The first time I tried to fly with a broom, I struggled even just getting it to levitate off the ground. Perhaps it was because I kept thinking about how they look when cleaning, but the broom would just stand upright...

Idia: I-I mean, brooms were originally made for cleaning, not for flying, so…

Silver: Indeed. It’s difficult to forget how they look when they’re going around the house together with the buckets and mops as they clean. They'll split their broom heads in half and use them like legs, and walk around just like humans.

Idia: What the- Sounds like that was a really freaky dream. You been stressed out lately or something?

Silver: It wasn’t a dream, it’s something I witnessed firsthand when I was little. It was a spectacle that both surprised me and broke my heart. I thought it was just horrible treating the mops and buckets and brooms like they were mere objects, seeing as they were alive and all. …So I was very much relieved to find out my father had just been using his magic to make them move around.

Idia: And there’s the punch line…. But I see what you were saying now. I mean, your father sounds like a pretty reasonable guy. Since he was using magic to clean up the place and all.

Silver: Reasonable…. I do wonder. It’s common for people in my hometown to use magic to clean with.

Idia: Wait, what? T-Then how come you d-didn’t notice the brooms were just being moved around with magic?

Silver: At that time, I was very young and hadn’t developed my own magic yet. My father and I also lived in the woods away from town, and we didn’t have much contact at all with the townspeople... So I wasn’t really aware how they went about their lives and whatnot.

Idia: So basically, you didn’t really interact with people much besides your family? I guess that’s one thing I can kinda relate to you on.

Part 2

Idia: O-Okay, t-time for the next question: “What class are you good at?”

Silver: Physical training.

Idia: Aah, yup… I was an idiot for thinking I could relate to you even a little… I suck at anything involving exercise, and my credits for those classes are always hanging by a thread… …J-Just for reference’s sake, what can someone do to get better at that kinda stuff?

Silver: What can someone do, huh… That’s hard to say, as I’ve never had much trouble with tasks that call for physical ability. I feel like, to an extent, I’d already trained up the physical strength and stamina those types of classes require before I’d enrolled here. Back home, my daily life involved all sorts of training - from chopping firewood, to fetching water from the river. Thinking back on it now, playing tag with the animals that lived near my home also helped temper my agility, in a way.

Idia (whispering): Fetching water, chopping firewood, and chasing after animals….? Dude might as well be speaking gibberish rn…

Silver: However, I’m confident that my father played the largest role in that matter. As soon as I was conscious of my surroundings, he started training me on a regular basis.

Idia: W-What!? Since you were that young!?? If I were you I woulda run away from home, dude! That’s way too harsh...!

Silver: I certainly did have to go through a lot of rigorous assignments. And there were times I’d give up and start whining that I couldn’t do it. Whenever that happened, my father would come over and encourage me – sometimes strictly, sometimes gently – to keep trying…. There was this one time I was getting really frustrated halfway up this steep cliff I was climbing, and he came over to my side and showed me how to do it. But he’s so nimble footed that he just scaled up the cliff wall in the blink of an eye and ended up leaving me behind.

Idia: He scaled up a steep cliff just like that…!? Uh, your dad sounds kinda badass, Silver-shi!?

Silver: Yeah, he’s really amazing. I think I’ve been able to come so far thanks to my father always believing in me. And also…. It was very fortuitous for me when my father took on Sebek as a disciple. Sebek’s a really hard worker, and he hates losing. Even while we were training, he’d take every opportunity to compete with me.

Idia: Sounds like a pain in the neck.

Silver: After we started training together, I was confused for a while since he kept lashing out at me over this and that… But before I knew it, I started thinking to myself, “I don’t want to lose.” I never felt that way when I was just focused on improving myself with my father as my goal. But we weren’t only competing with one another, as there were times when we’d team up and overcome our various trials. I’m sure that sense of accomplishment is something I never could’ve experienced just all on my own. It’s really wonderful having someone you can work hard together with.

Idia: T-To make a long story short… What’s important isn’t the type of exercises you do, but that you go at them together with somebody? I don’t even play video games together with people, I highly doubt I could find somebody who’d wanna, like, work out with me IRL….

Silver: Oh, are you searching for a training partner? You should come train with me and Sebek when your schedule allows.

Idia: What!?? Ahh, erm, no, I…. I don’t even like having to get up outta bed, so… I’m good. Yeah.

Part 3

Idia: Phew…. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Time for the long-awaited final question! “Please let us know how you spend your days off.”

Silver: My days off, huh…. When I have something going on with the equestrian club, then I’ll go down to the stable. Other than that, I’ll often just keep up with my daily training. Ah, but I did go into town on our last break. I don’t usually do that.

Idia (whispering): Ugh, I can already tell I’m gonna have to do some prodding here….

Idia: ….Okay, so what did you go to town for?

Silver: To eat out. I was on my way back to the dorm after finishing up with my club activities when Ruggie suddenly called out to me. He said he needed my help with something, so I went with him. I remember being anxious to find out what was going on.

Idia: What, so you went along just ‘cause he asked you? Dude, that shoulda had alarm bells going off for you….

Silver: Ruggie said we needed to hurry, so we hopped on some brooms and went into town. And our destination was this restaurant. It was pretty crowded, and there were a bunch of students from our school sitting at the largest table in the back. I didn’t know their names, but Ruggie went and joined them, so I also took a seat.

Idia: So wait, you A: Got dragged away with no explanation, and B: Got stuck talking with a bunch of randos you don’t know…??! That sounds like a total nightmare!!

Silver: You think so? I don’t particularly mind.

Idia: You’re totally cool with strangers, huh. So are you one of those extroverted types….? Ah, I mean, please continue.

Silver: On that day, the restaurant was holding this event where your meal would be free if you beat the store owner in an arm-wrestling match. A bunch of Ruggie’s friends took on the challenge, but even though they were all pretty confident in their abilities, they each lost within a matter of seconds. So Ruggie went looking for someone who could help with their predicament, and he raced back to school in a tizzy… Was how they explained it to me.

Idia: Gotcha. So when Ruggie came back to school, you were the first guy he came across that looked like he’d fit the bill.

Silver: The storekeeper said he was worried he’d injure me and he wasn’t putting much effort into it at first…. But I guess he realized how earnestly I was taking on the challenge, as he finally started taking the match seriously after a little while.

Idia (whispering): I bet he took one look at those princely visuals you got going on and was like, “Yeah, this guy’s a total scrub.”

Silver: As our bout neared its end, Ruggie and his friends - as well as everyone else in the restaurant - had their eyes on us. I could hear people cheering me on, saying things like “You can do it!” and “You gotta beat ‘im, big bro!” It was a difficult fight, but thanks to everyone’s support, I somehow pulled off a win in the end. And so there I sat in the middle of a noisy restaurant, surrounded by friends my own age, with the crowd pressing in around us… All those different experiences were things I’d never had growing up. I was able to enjoy a very memorable, very precious day off.

Idia: This interview is donezo!! Okay, Silver-shi. Please take this broom.

Silver: Ah, the broom head’s been turned into a bouquet. Doesn’t look like you could use it to clean with, let alone fly with.

Idia: Silver-shi multiplied by white flowers equals… Aaugh, it’s too bright! My eyes are gonna fall out. Could you please go get ready to fly, like, now.

Silver: That’s right, I’d forgotten you were busy. Let’s hurry and make our way over there.

Silver: …The birds are gathering around me. Come, let's go soar through the skies to our hearts' content.

*edited 5/15 - fixed line about the brooms, buckets, and mops

#twst silver #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers

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Finally finished the outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and I know exactly how the ending is going down almost pretty much (details are blurry, but plot and character arcs are completely outlined and ready to write instead of just bullet points or vague ideas) so out of interest (won’t necessarily stick to it 100% but would still like to know) what would anyone like to see next if you would like to continue reading my stuff?

Explanations below cut

Sequel

I have every intention to write this one, I have characters but thus far not a main plot more of just the premise. Would follow Ahra, Evan, Yara, maybe Vix, and maybe Lilia as our young Dregs and start around when Kaz and Inej left for Ravka since the Dregs was kinda on the verge of collapse whoops. Can’t go into too much detail or they’ll be spoilers for the current fic but there’d be the opportunity for some Aimee and Kiada, and Kanej would still be present but they might not be in focus (again, can’t explain too much or they’ll be spoilers). There might even be some Fiona or some Maya stuff who knows

I really want to write this bc I really want to write Ahra’s story so it’ll probably end up coming around at some point but I realise it might not be the most interesting to y’all when it’s mostly ocs so yeah

Feliks had been more than lenient with Ahra. He’d been the only person who ever gave her a real job - playing her violin in the reception of the White Rose - and when things had predictably gone haywire he’d been good enough to only turn her away, not Evan too. Ahra hadn’t much cared for the job, she loved her violin but she did not enjoy watching the Rose’s clients come and go and she certainly hadn’t cared for having her skin paled and her hair Tailored white for such purposes, but it was easy money and enough to keep them ticking over as all of Evan’s funds petered away on overpriced little medicine bottles. She studied the thin stack of kruge in her hand, thinking of Kaz standing opposite her in the alley by the Slat.

“I don’t need your charity, Brekker,”

“And far be it from me to offer you any,”

Not charity, but she didn’t doubt Dirtyhands had his own purposes in paying her for a job she failed to finish. Still, cash was cash. And medicine was medicine. She tucked it back into her breast pocket and tapped it lightly, slipping round the corner and pulling a bone light from her jacket.

What Evan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Helnik

This was an idea I had a looooong time ago and I shared a little snippet scene on here, but then I started writing Daughter of the Rain and Snow and never looked back. I really want to write this one I think it could be pretty cool, it would be relatively short set in between Crooked Kingdom and King of Scars and take place in Ravka; based on a headcanon I have about Nina learning how to use her new power and as a result of it experiencing hallucinations of Matthias being with her that she is fully convinced are real. Following Nina, Zoya, and Genya as they try to navigate this and worry that they shouldn’t let Nina got to Fjerda in this state.

“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.

“A little after seven bells,”

“Saints, how disgusting,”

Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.

He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.

“Witch,”

“Barbarian,”

“Little Red Bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers

The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.

But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could intertwine.

“Matthias?”

Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.

Wesper

There’s a line in Crooked Kingdom where Jesper says if Van Eck really couldn’t cope with Wylan not being able to read he could have told people he was blind, the point being that still would’ve been wrong but that everything he’d resorted to was unnecessary and Wylan shouldn’t feel like it was his fault. So this would be an au where Van Eck did exactly that and Wesper attend Ketterdam university together; Wylan grapples with his father being the worst and falling for Jesper as he fears telling him the truth, Jesper grapples with addiction and wanting to stay at university partly for the sake of falling for Wylan.

Jesper leaned in, pushing one of Wylan’s curls back off his face.

“It’s pity you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are,”

Wylan blushed, letting Jesper run his hand over his cheek and tilt his face up towards his own. Jesper leaned forward but then Wylan squirmed, just slightly, and Jesper tensed as he pulled his hand away.

“And me, of course,” he added, letting his voice take on a teasing lilt to brush past the moment, “It’s a shame you don’t know how gorgeous I am,”

Wylan almost smiled, but he had stepped away.

“I- erm,” he brushed his fingers through the lock of hair Jesper had moved and cleared his throat, “Excuse me,”

And then he was gone.

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you know i’m such a fool for you

pairing: ominis gaunt/reader

rating: g

summary: Sometimes, four simple words can mean the world. You didn’t know it then, don’t know it even now. But maybe it’s still not too late to change your mind.

background notes: took a lot of liberties w this so everything’s all vague and messy - some canon things are alluded to, but no explicit spoilers? full tags include: implied love triangles, implied sebastian sallow/reader. for a more detailed explanation, read the ending notes.

ending notes: originally this was going to be a poly fic - it kinda still is depending on how you interpret the ending, but it could also be read as a resolution to an alluded love triangle. i still however want that poly so i might write a companion part for this, rather than a direct sequel. or you know. just a new thing but w poly still (more established, less establishing). if you agree w me and have some ideas for prompts, head onto my inbox!

The night is quiet, the skies bright with countless stars. It’s almost a strange sight, certainly different from what you’re used to, and it’s odd – you feel odd. You’ve never been this at peace before, or calm. It’s a strange sensation to feel, especially when you’re used to always being on high alert, waiting for the next bad thing to happen, for the next tragedy to drop, afraid that every smidge of happiness will be quickly taken away.

You’re not used to it, not really, but as you glance around your surroundings: the moon on the horizon, close enough that you could almost reach out and touch it, you think you might be wrong for once. It’s really over now, you think. A moment of peace, even if it might not always last. Still, the thought of it is a huge weight off your shoulders and you feel as if you can finally breathe, relax.

You don’t know why you’re here, not really. All you know was that you couldn’t sleep and you felt the need to wander, take your mind off things. The next thing you know, you’re already outside the academy grounds, visiting a place you’ve frequented before, though not anymore.

As far as everyone’s concerned, it’s an abandoned building, off-limits to everyone, especially students. There were even rumors of a ghost lurking around at one point, though in all the times you’ve been here, you’ve never encountered one. Most likely a scare tactic, you suppose, to keep the students from being too curious, nosy. It worked well enough, anyway, and in your favor too; in a matter of months, this has become your most favorite place, the only thing you could call yours.

Home, you think, if home could be anywhere in the world right now. Still, it hasn’t been home for a while now, not after everything that’s happened. There’s too much memory in here, too much feeling, lingering around the corners like a miasma. The things you’ve never said out loud, things you wish you could change. If you could take it all back and redo it all over it again, would you do it?

But you’re not here to dwell on past regrets. Absently, you wander around the place, trying to see what’s changed, if anything even has. It looks just like it always did, if not a little older, more… abandoned. There’s rust everywhere now, spots of them scattered here and there, looking too much like dried blood that it makes you nervous. You shove your hands in your pockets, trying to find what little warmth you could in this place, and it works but not nearly enough.

Still, you press on, reconnecting what you know of the past to what you’re seeing now in the present. Ever since you’ve stopped visiting, there seems not to be any fresh activity. You snort, then shake your head at the thought. What would you expect? You’re only one of the few people who know about this place, and if there’s one thing you’re absolutely certain of, it’s that none of them would be inclined to share. You’d each considered this place sacred once, sacrosanct, and maybe there’s something of that sacredness still lingering somewhere.

A piece of a memory you’re still reluctant to let go of just yet. Something that binds you still, even if you’re no longer inseparable. You wander around the place, glancing here and there, trying not to get lost too much in memories, nostalgia. Once upon a time, it wouldn’t have just been you doing the wandering, but it’s all in the past now, and you’re all alone. Not that it matters. You’d made your choice then, and it’s time to live with it now.

As it turns out, you’re not exactly all alone. There’s a figure in the corner, standing against the railing, watching the stars or maybe just lost in thoughts, reminiscing. You can’t really tell from a distance, and from where you stand, it’s not easy to see who it is. Their face is cloaked in shadows, almost hidden from view.

All you can make out is that they’re taller, not quite familiar. He’s wearing a robe unlike you, so at the very least, it means that he’s a student. Unfortunately, there are as many students in the academy as there are stars in the sky. You square your shoulders as you slowly walk over to where they are, wishing that you’d somehow had the foresight to bring your wand.

“Hey,” the figure says as soon as you’re close enough. Familiar, you think, unmistakable, though it takes you a moment to match the name.

“Ominis,” you say, coming to stand beside him. You lean against the railing, careful to keep some distance between you, because as close as you were with him once, you’re not those people anymore. Or maybe he isn’t. Maybe you’re the only one who’s changed. “How’d you know it’s me?”

“Your footsteps.” The corners of his lips twitch in amusement. “You haven’t changed at all, you know.”

“Haven’t I?” you ask, tearing your eyes away from him to stare at the sky above you: bright, twinkling with stars, infinite with every possibility. You don’t feel the same at all. You never have. Some days, you look at a mirror and you don’t even recognize yourself. Maybe there’s never an old you somewhere. Maybe all you’ve got are his memories of you and nothing else.

“Maybe you have,” he replies, conceding. From the corners of your eyes, you catch him drumming his fingers against the railing, humming under his breath as he thinks. “But there’s still the old you in there somewhere.”

“And you can tell how?” you can’t help the bite in your voice, the sharpness. It comes out automatically, some kind of reflex, and you mentally curse yourself because you’re not here to fight, to ruin things between you once again. Still, you’re not sure if you’re here to patch things up.

He seems unfazed by your sudden shift in tone. “Because I know you,” he replies, says the words like they’re the most obvious thing in the world. The only thing. Then, very quietly, he adds: “Like the back of my hand.”

Do you, is what you want to ask him, because it’s true. Does he still know you after everything you’ve done? Would he still want to? But instead, you hum under your breath, let it go, nodding in agreement because it’s easier and you don’t have to pretend. Or deal with the consequences, the weight of all the things unsaid. Are you even ready to hear his answer?

Instead, you change the subject: “What are you doing here?”

“To think,” he replies with a hum. He’s quiet for a second, thoughtful. “I’ve got a lot on my mind lately.”

“You can tell me all about it,” you say, the words spilling out of you instinctive and automatic. A learned reflex, dug up from a past you’ve already long left behind, buried in an attempt to forget. Once upon a time, it’s the first thing you’ll say. This line of conversation is familiar – a scene acted out so many times it’s embedded in you, impossible to forget. You almost expect him to play along with it, complaining like he used to when you were both still younger, stupid. More naïve.

“Like old times, huh?” he jokes, laughing just a little. There’s a tiny smile playing about the corners of his lips, but then he shakes his head, looks away, the smile fading, disappearing. He huffs out a quiet breath, almost like a sigh, then tilts his head skyward, quiet for the longest time. Briefly, you wonder if he could see the beauty of the sky, could sense how things seem to have changed. If he could sense that same changes in you. “It’s nothing.”

If you were still the old you, it would’ve been easy to coax the answers out of him, get him to spill the truth. You’d always had a way with him, after all, as he’d told you once. But you’re not that person anymore. You haven’t been for a long time. You shrug, turn away from him. You don’t miss the disappointed look he gives you, sharp as a dagger to the heart. “If you say so.”

It's getting late now, and neither of you have said anything else. Or made an excuse to leave. It feels odd, standing here beside him, basking in the silence, that gentle atmosphere you’ve almost forgot until now. You’ve been expecting conversations, accusations, an argument or two – perhaps even a fight, or something close to it. What you’re not expecting, however, is the complete silence between you: natural, comfortable, as though this were in the past, where everything’s perfect, where nothing bad has happened just yet.

There’s a part of you that wishes he’d demand you for answers. Or get angry. It’s more believable, anyway, and you’d know how to deal with him then. You’ve spent nights tossing and turning in your sleep, dreaming about this moment, wondering what he’d say to you when you see each other again.

There’s a thousand different ways this meeting could go. You’ve played out the scenarios, conjured the possibilities, each one slightly different. This isn’t on any of them. With a frown, you watch him from the corners of your eyes, keeping yourself alert for any changes. He looks like he always has, that same face you see in your dreams, only older, slightly different. And he’s smiling, too: the kind of smile that used to make your heart flutter because it’s pretty, it’s serene – it’s all for you.

You’re not expecting that. He looks content, genuinely so, and for a second, it feels like you’re back in the past again, spending time with him because you’re friends, because you want to, because it’s what friends do, and it hurts. He shouldn’t be happy, or content, especially not with you. Not with everything you’ve done. And yet he is, and it only serves to make you more guilty.

You turn your head, stare at him. He’s not stupid, you know, and yet it’s odd that he hasn’t breathed a word about your past. What you did. What you said. Why you fought. You figure that it’d come up between you sooner or later, but he hasn’t yet. Has he truly forgot? Or is he trying to get you to lower your guard, be the first to give in? You can’t tell, and it’s at this moment that you wish there’s a spell to allow you to read his mind.

“What is it?” he asks, turns his head in your direction. “You look like you want to say something.”

“I don’t.”

“You’ve been staring at me since earlier,” he shoots back. When you still don’t say anything, he frowns, continues. “And I can tell when you’re lying, you know. We wouldn’t be friends if I don’t know you like the back of my hand.”

His voice has grown softer, fonder, and there’s that phrase again, the one you’re beginning to hate with a passion because it isn’t true, and it hasn’t been for a long time.

You purse your lips together, stare at him blankly. Your voice is quiet now, barely audible even in the silence. “Do you?”

He gives you a smile, though it’s more bittersweet than anything. “Don’t I?”

You shake your head, breathe out a sigh, looking away from him. It’s no use starting an argument. You don’t even know why you’re being like this: prickly and combative, but you suppose you’ve got so used to it that you find it hard to be anything else. It’s always easier like this, after all. “I’m sorry,” you say, and the words feel strange on your tongue, almost foreign. “I don’t want to argue.”

“Is that what we’re doing?” he hums. He sounds almost amused. “Arguing?”

“No,” you say, and then frown. It’s true enough, isn’t it? You’re not arguing and yet you’re not conversing either, because having a conversation means addressing the elephant in the room – you. How you still haven’t apologized to him before: for betraying him, breaking his heart. Choosing someone else, and finally, the worst sin of all: siding against him. How you haven’t reached out to him after all that, and how you probably never will if things had gone your way.

Since when did you change into someone who doesn’t know how to apologize? Someone who couldn’t acknowledge their own mistakes, or the fact that they hurt the only few people who loved them?

It’d be better if he’d just called you out on it, demanded it from you. Apologies, answers. Something that would’ve made him understand you better. Or perhaps even revenge, just to get back at you for all you’d put him through. It’d be easier, you’re sure of it. It’ll be what you deserve.

But he’s quiet, still not saying anything, and that alone already feels like a trap. You give him a sideways glance, catching the smile on his lips: soft, warm. Familiar. This close, he looks almost like an angel – a saint, someone who could give you the absolution you want, the forgiveness you needed. (There’s a voice in the back of your head, asking you the right question: do you even deserve it?)

You close your eyes, suck in a deep breath. “Ominis, I—”

He stops you quickly, cuts you off before the words could even leave your lips. “I know.”

You stare at him, blinking a few times. You can’t keep the surprise out of your voice, or that hint of confusion, growing by the second. “Do you?”

“Of course,” he says, and here, his voice has grown softer again, warmer. There’s a familiar ache in your chest, a recognizable flutter in the pit of your stomach. Like in the past, you think. But you’re not in there now; you’re here in the present, watching as he slowly reaches for you, fumbling for your hand in the dark, takes it in his. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You don’t say anything to that, because you aren’t sure how true it is anymore. Sure, you’d been friends once, perhaps even more at one point, but it’s all in the past now, isn’t it? Now you’re not even sure where you stand with him, or where he’s going with this.

But he’s relentless, refusing to give up. You don’t stop him, don’t push him away even as he moves a little, inching ever closer to you – not close enough to overwhelm, but still enough that you could feel him beside you: a steady presence, real and solid and warm. “And I told you before, didn’t I?”

It’s a weird feeling, letting him hold your hand, allowing him to be this close. Not exactly in a bad way, you think – just odd, mostly because you’re just not used to it anymore. Still, you can’t deny the comfort this little gesture brings you. Even now, this part of you still hasn’t changed. Maybe he’d been wrong all along. Maybe he’s the one who has a way with you, after all. You eye him curiously, licking your lips before you speak. “Told me what?”

When he realizes you’re not pulling away, he turns to give you a smile, squeezes your hand once: careful, gentle, like he’s afraid you’re going to walk away if he does anything too much, too fast. But still, the warmth is there, buried beneath everything he wishes to say but can’t. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, breathless like he’s revealing a secret, some form of weakness – a thing reserved only for you. “That I know you like the back of my hand.”

You’re not sure what to say to that, but maybe you don’t need to. You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, then look up, staring at him for a few more moments, trying to read through his face, his expression, see if he’s lying.

He doesn’t seem like he is. He’s still smiling, though it doesn’t seem fake or forced. He looks content. Satisfied. As though he’s just glad to be here with you again: talking, standing together. Holding your hand. It’s nice, even if you don’t have the courage to admit it just yet.

Hesitantly, you squeeze back, and you’re rewarded by the sight of his smile widening just a little, his eyes crinkling in a way that awakens every single emotion you’ve long since buried. You smile back at him even if he can’t see it, feeling like you can finally breathe again.

#renwrites #ominis gaunt x reader

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tomkaulitzssgirl · 8 months

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can you pls make part 2 for "i'm gonna take care of you"? i'm soo intrigued akcnqmcn

I’m gonna take care of you | Tom Kaulitz 2

warning: heavy angst no spoilers

you stood quietly behind the studio door, where heidi and tom were arguing, screaming at the top of their lungs.

tom had revealed everything to her, telling her he loved you and about your pregnancy. insults flew, about you, about him, you heard the worst things ever.

suddenly the door slammed open, your eyes widened seeing the woman crying. you felt bad, sadness washing over you as she looked at you shaking her head, before giving a glance at your bump and walking away furiously.

tom came out of the studio with a sigh, a cigarette between his lips. he lit it up, taking a puff and blowing the smoke out. you didn’t know what to say or do.

he took your hand and brought you inside, where you could see smashed things on the floor.

“wow…” a gasp escaped out your mouth, making tom chuckle lightly.

“not the first time.” he commented sitting down on the couch and bringing you next to him.

“i feel guilty.” you sighed leaning against his shoulder. were you a bad person?

“don’t. i was gonna do this regardless. now let’s just stop talking about her.” tom sternly said placing his hand on your baby bump, “let’s focus on our family.”

4 months go by…

everything in your life was peaceful, happy and just what you wanted. tom was an amazing boyfriend, treating you like a queen, being super attentive to you and your baby.

bill was already a wonderful uncle, buying gifts for you baby or everything he saw that was unisex.

george and gustav were super caring and loving and you had actually got to know them more and found out how easy going and sweet they were.

your family and tom’s family were as happy as you guys, your mom even cried when she heard the news. and the best thing was, they were about to meet.

the day of the gender reveal finally had arrived, you couldn’t wait to know if it was a girl or a boy. you just wished the baby was healthy, being happy with both, meanwhile tom wanted a boy.

only bill knew what you guys were having, he fought everyone to have this important role. you gladly gave him the permission to know because he had become like a brother to you as well.

the party was ready, everything was set up and beautiful, people you invited were eating and laughing, having fun with each other.

you and tom couldn’t stop being next to each other, either hugging or kissing. you just loved each other too much.

“ew get a fucking room.” gustav commented as he walked past both of you two kissing, making you laugh.

“okay guys it’s time!” bill yelled as he walked towards you two.

everyone crowded around you guys, a giant screen that bill had set up was infront of you.

“i just wanna say, i’m so happy that you guys are together and i’m so excited to meet the baby. i don’t wanna talk much,” he began but was interrupted by georg saying “weird”.

bill gave him a dirty glance as everyone laughed, “as i was saying i don’t wanna talk much, so just watch the video i made.”

he pressed play on a computer and it began. it showed pictures of him and tom when they were kids, pictures of you when you were a kid that you didn’t even know how he got them, pictures of you guys now, and all complete with a beautiful song by ed sheeran: photograph.

at the end of the video, there was a part where it was just bill. “hi guys! i know you’re eager to find out your baby’s gender. i feel kinda powerful being the only one knowing it.” he laughed as he held the envelope that had the gender in his hands.

“well, as much as i want you guys to feel inferior, i know everyone else is here for a good time not a long time, so i just wanna say i love you two so much. now, the real star…” he said and started opening the envelope.

“IT’S A GIRL!” he screamed happily showing the paper to the camera.

pink confetti started falling down as you and tom hugged each other. you cried into his arms from joy and he almost did the same, kissing you repeatedly.

everyone cheered and started to hug you two, congratulating you. it was amazing, a feeling of happiness you had never had.

how did life get so beautiful?

3 months after…

“you ready?” tom asked as he adjusted the collar of his shirt infront of the mirror.

you nodded grabbing your purse, “yeah, so i like okay?” you watched your body in that tight dress you wore, not really liking it. you were seven months now and you had gained weight, your confidence wasn’t the best right now and you thought that you were ugly in everything you put on.

tom sighed putting his hands on your hips, kissing your cheek, “you look fucking hot. stop worrying now.”

he took your hand and dragged you out of the house.

you were going at a party to celebrate the release of tokio hotel’s new song, the place was already packed when you arrived. people were standing up, dancing and eating from the buffet.

“i’m thirsty, is there anything without alcohol?” you asked tom as you scanned the buffet. he asked the waiter immediately.

“yes, i’ll bring it to you soon.”

after a couple of minutes, he brought you a glass of what it had to be a sex on the beach without alcohol.

you drank it, almost immediately disgusted by it. you put down the glass, shaking your head. “it’s not good.”

tom laughed at your reaction, “let’s go find bill.”

some minutes had passed since you were talking to the other members. your head felt dizzy and your whole body was shaking but you didn’t know why.

“tom…” you called out, touching his arm, your eyes lost in a casual point infront of you.

he turned around while laughing but soon his expression faded out and a worried one appeared. “what’s wrong baby? why are your lips blue?”

“baby?”

“you hear me?!”

“Y/N?!”

soon, everything went black.

————————————————-

you woke up slowly, your eyes fluttering open and having problems adjusting to the morning light.

you looked around, this place wasn’t your home. it was too plain to be.

almost immediately you realised you were in a hospital, you looked beside you and there he was, tom holding your hand as his eyes were closed, head pressed against the mattress.

“t-tom…” you called out weakly.

he immediately shot his head up, his eyes widened at the vision of you awake. “baby! oh my god!”

he immediately hugged you as if hadn’t done that in a while.

“why are we here? am i sick?” you asked when he pulled away. he stroked your cheek, shaking his head.

“you…” he seemed to search for the right words to say but there weren’t any, “you were poisoned.”

your eyes got bigger and you sat up, “what?!”

doing that, you noticed something didn’t feel right. your eyes went down to your stomach. your bump wasn’t there anymore.

“w-where’s the baby?” your voice trembled, gulping down the knot that was already forming in your throat.

tom didn’t say anything, he just stared in your eyes, shaking his head. a tear fell down his cheek that he quickly wiped away before standing up, breathing out heavily.

that was all it took to make you understand.

you broke down, like you had never done before. your hands covered your face and your sobs filled the room.

tom, that was pacing back and forth, quickly came towards you wrappings his arms around you, kissing your head repeatedly.

“i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.” he blamed himself. he blamed himself because he took you to that party and if he hadn’t done that, if you just had stayed home like you had said, this wouldn’t have happened.

“h-how…who?” you were trying to hard to understand who would’ve done such a thing.

gaining a bit of strength to answer that question, tom sighed. “heidi.”

suddenly, silence fell in the cold room.

a/n: don’t hate me 😭🫶🏻

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sketchyslushies · 5 months

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Posting this here bc it’s the only place where ppl ik irl don’t follow me!!

Seabound fic!!! Kinda angst ig? It’s my first time writing a fic so don’t judge too bad ><

Kinda spoilers for Seabound!!! And mainly Jay and Kai w a bit of Cole (not shipping!)((ok maybe VERY MINOR lava coded)) (((like blink and you miss it)))

“She was my SISTER.”

Kai snapped, his eyes glaring straight at Jay. A silence fell over the ninja, none of them really knowing what to say. They’d never admit it, but they were useless without Nya. The team had struggled to stay civil in the beginning, and the cracks were starting to reform. It was only when Nya had become a ninja when they started realizing their groups potential. Kai’s stare stayed sharp on Jay, Jay looking back with his nervous yet persistent eyes. Kai just didn’t understand. He didn’t care. He didn’t know Nya like Jay did. He didn’t love her like Jay did. No one did. The others had gone back to normal life, albeit separated. But Jay, he stayed behind. He waited for her to come back. He knew that she would.

Jay would never know this, but Kai cared about Nya more than he cared about himself. If he really thought about it, he had practically raised Nya. She was his little sister, the reason he kept going when he had lost everything else. She was his light in the dark, the reason he even became a ninja in the first place. But he was too proud to say that, too arrogant to admit it.

“You didn’t even cry at her funeral.” Jay said, his electric eyes finally looking away from Kai’s. The other ninja all glanced at each other, stuck between interfering and letting Jay and Kai settle this themselves. It had only been a year since they all last saw each other, yet you’d assume they’d never met before. Tension spread throughout the room, thick enough to cut it with a knife. “It’s like you wanted her dead.”

“Jay, that’s enough.” Cole said, stepping in front of Kai to try to stop any more discourse. Jay was even dumber than everyone thought if he was purposefully egging Kai on. “We all miss Nya, and fighting about it won’t bring her back.” Jay looked away from Cole, scoffing, but backing off. Even he knew he was going too far.

“Whatever,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. “I’m going back to the lighthouse, it’s not like we’re doing anything anyway.” Jay reached for the mechanical door’s button, a hot flame burning his hand. “Ow! What the hell?!” He turned around to see Kai, his aim still good as ever. “What was that for, asshole!?” Jay sneered, not noticing Kai’s obvious anger rising. He walked up to Kai, pushing Cole out of the way. His words came out in a jumbled mess. “I seriously don’t get your problem, Kai. You didn’t give a shit about her when she was alive, and you clearly don’t care now that she’s gone. You’re just upset someone’s finally pointing out the fact that you only care about yourse-“

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up?!” Red screamed, punching Blue in the face. Jay fell to the ground, unable to react quickly enough before Kai threw in a few more punches. “You have no idea,” he shouted, “no FUCKING idea how much I care about Nya! Shut your stupid ass up before you say something you don’t know anything about!” Kai’s stature towered over Jay. Sure, he was only a few inches taller, but he was stronger and Jay knew he wouldn’t be able to do much held down to the ground. The other ninja wanted to step in, but couldn’t help but feel like Jay deserved this a bit. They really did all miss Nya, they just didn’t mourn like Jay did. He just didn’t get that. Kai’s fist would meet Jay’s bloodied face just a few more times before Kai paused. Just as he was about to land another punch, he stopped himself. Something he’d never done before. Jay looked up at Kai, noticing a difference in his expression. His dark red eyes were watering. His face stuck between anger and sadness. Jay felt a droplet of water fall onto his face. Was Kai…crying? That can’t be right. Kai’s never cried before. Was there even enough water in his system to do so? The team kind of just assumed his body heat had been too hot to manage water, but never really questioned it. Jay quickly scurried away from under Kai, leaving him still stuck in a punching position. He wiped his eyes, but the tears wouldn’t stop coming. “I loved Nya more than anything in the world, Jay. I did. She was all I had for YEARS. Do you know how much it destroyed me when she left? How much it bothered me when everyone asked how YOU were doing? How YOU were handling her death? No one asked me how I was feeling with my sister dying,” he sniffled, rubbing his eyes and looking towards the ground. “I had to keep it together. If not the team, but for me. I was the face man, the cool one. A little loss wouldn’t do much to me, they said.” His voice warping in and out of a whisper and a sniffle. “I would do anything to get her back, Jay. You don’t even know how far I’d go for her.” Jay had never seen Kai like this. None of the ninja had. The fire ninja, the most dramatic of them all, looked so small in this moment. So vulnerable. His tear stained face was hardly visible to the team, yet everyone could tell exactly how he looked.

Jay stood up and stumbled towards Kai. His bruised body was staggering, struggling to keep upright. He kneeled by Kai, getting to his level. Cole and Zane carefully kept close, just in case Jay was about to get his revenge. Instead, he positioned Kai’s shoulders up to get him to sit upward. He got a really clear view of Kai’s face, his eyes and nose red, his tears smudging the dark eyeshadow he swore he didn’t have on. Jay wiped his tears away, before punching him back in the cheek. Cole practically ran up to Kai. After all, he did always have a soft spot for his firecracker. But, before he could stop Jay from hitting him again, the smaller boy pulled the bigger one into a hug. Blue’s arms wrapped around Red, a small voice muttering out a simple, “I’m sorry.”

Eyes wide open, Kai was surprised. Before he could say anything, he subconsciously tightened his grasp around the curly haired ninja, digging his face into his dark curls and letting his tears fall.

“I hate you.”

Hope it was an ok read!! Lmk how you liked it/id there’s anything I can work on!

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satelliteddie · 2 years

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satellite - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie will never tell you how he really feels, he cant risk losing you… but after he almost loses you to an injury in the upside down, eddie finds himself spinning out waiting for you to realize how in love he is.

content warnings: language, injuries (bruises, demo-bat wounds, scars, etc.), fainting, kissing

word count: 5.3k

author’s notes: okay so i kinda sorta altered the plot of s4 for this to work (for obvious reasons), but its simply for angst purposes…kk bye :)

You got a new life

Am I bothering you?

Do you wanna talk?

We share the last line

Then we drink the wall

'Til we wanna talk

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Eddie didn’t realize when he introduced you to Robin and Steve that you would so easily slip into their friend group. Of course he knew everyone would love you, but he didn’t realize how much. Before he was even aware, his circle of friends had grown to a number that was behind his comprehension. For the longest time it was just you and him against everyone else. Now, there was Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, his band/Hellfire members, and all the younger kids. He loved all of them, even though he’d never admit that, but he missed the times when it was just the two of you in his room in the trailer. You got a new life, one that he introduced you to… how could he be jealous of that when he was the reason you knew all of them? It was stupid to be jealous of people that didn’t know you like he did. Eddie was your best friend – he knew that. He did. Yet, he still felt you slipping away slowly and maybe not intentionally, but you were. He was starting to feel like it was all his fault. When Eddie did talk to you when all of you were together it was like he was bothering you. It was crazy to think that, truly. Eddie was your everything and you were his. The issue was, Eddie wasn’t sure if “everything” meant the same thing to you as it did to him. He is in love with you. Stupid, mindnumbing, all-consuming love. He tried to give himself space from you, thinking maybe that would clear his head. Spoiler: it didn’t work. Instead, he roped you into even more chaos when he told you about the Upside Down and all of its supernatural entities. Which brought him to the Wheeler’s basement, listening as you and the others discussed the next moves. Eddie runs his fingers through the ripped holes in his jeans, pulling at the loose threads.

“I just don’t understand why we have to go back there.” Robin says, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“Yeah, I’m not following Nance,” Steve shakes his head. “If we know Vecna is dead, why would we go back?” After the Earthquake and massive fight across multiple dimensions, the physical form of Vecna had not been seen and no suspicious deaths had occurred. The group was able to clear Eddie’s name and blame it on Satanic Panic, and more “chemical leaks” still happening due to the Hawkins Labs. However, you all knew better than to bask in the peace because the fight was only starting.

“We don’t know he’s dead, Steve.” Nancy gives Steve a pointed look.

“Listen,” your voice catches Eddie’s attention. He tilts his head up watching you intently as you speak, “I don’t want to go back either, but Nancy is right. If we want to save Max, we have to try.” The rest of the group gives somber frowns as they think about Max and how she’s barely holding on as of now. It’s killing each of you slowly to know that she suffered because your plan went awry. “Eddie?” You turn to him with unwavering eyes, “what do you think?”

I’d follow you into the literal depths of Hell if that's what you wanted, he thinks while holding your gaze. He stands from the couch, brushing his hands against his jeans, “I think we should make sure the fucker is dead.”

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for ya

Eddie swore he would never return to the Upside Down after the last close call, but instead he was chucking a rope having upgraded from bed sheets through the gate in his ceiling to enter again. There’s no way this is my life, he shakes his head as the rope thumps on the ground on the other side. Your cool fingers grip his forearm, turning him to you.

“We’re going to be okay,” you say in a reassuring tone. Eddie wants to get on his knees and beg you to stay here. Or run away from Hawkins with him. Or do anything besides this.

“How do you know that?” He asks, his voice hoarse. Eddie blinks slowly, his eyes lingering on your mouth.

“I don’t,” you sigh. You tighten the military-grade vest around your torso, trying to do something with your shaking hands. Eddie notices your anxious movements and places his larger hands on yours. You look up at him with misty eyes and a small smile. He mirrors your expression before turning his face down to rest his forehead on the top of your head. Eddie inhales a shaky breath, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. Your friendship always bordered the line of more than platonic, but Eddie knew he couldn’t risk admitting his feelings to you. So he would steal forehead kisses and hugs whenever he could. It was wrong for him to do it now when you were so scared, but he needed to comfort you in the only way he knew how. He wanted to tell you that he was always going to be right here, waiting for you; but instead all he said was, “c’mon let’s get this over with.”

-✩-

You flop down on the mattress in the Upside Down, Eddie extends his hand and pulls you up from the floor.

“I’ll never get used to this,” you groan as you stand.

“We shouldn’t have to,” Eddie agrees, but it sounds more like an annoyed comment to you. You and Eddie head towards the front door of the trailer, Eddie hesitates before grabbing the doorknob. He feels his pulse in every square inch of his body, the majority focused on his scars. The scars were a part of him that he grew to accept, but coming back to the place that gave him those imperfections was not something he ever wanted to do. Ever. His mind races to the last time he was here; I almost died, he feels dizzy as the memory returns. “Sorry,” he apologizes and shakes the thought from his head. You grip his arm again with just enough force to ground him.

“Eds,” you give him a weak smile. “It's me,” you slide your hand from his arm into his hand. “You don’t have to apologize to me. I get it, this is asking a lot of you. We’ll be home soon.”

You and Eddie are deep into the forest, skipping over vines and twigs as you move through the trees. Steve, Robin and Nancy decided to take the other gate at Lover’s Lake, claiming it was smarter to split up and meet in the middle. Eddie wanted to yell at them and say that's how everyone in horror movies dies, but when you agreed to the plan he followed your lead. So far you had managed to avoid all demo-creatures as you and Eddie spoke in hushed voices. You step carefully over vines, still holding Eddie’s hand in a deathgrip. Eddie tried to ignore the flutter of his heart every time he felt your palm press to his, but he can’t stop imagining being able to hold your hand whenever he wanted.

“I think I need to go to a concert when we finally get out of here,” you comment without any previous conversation. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows as he gives you a confused look. “I’m just saying, I think we all deserve to scream our hearts out at a concert.”

Eddie doesn’t disagree, hell he never disagrees with you, yet he can’t help but laugh at your thoughts. “Only you would be thinking about live music right now,” he grins, brushing his thumb over your hand.

“Mmm, if only I knew someone in a band.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “If only,” Eddie flashes you a lopsided grin.

I'm in an L.A. mood

I don't wanna talk to you

She said, "Give me a day or two"

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

Finally, the daunting Creel House comes into view as you and Eddie stop at the mailbox. In the distance bike tires crunch along the road. Steve, Robin and Nancy head towards you on bicycles that are way too small for them.

“No fair,” Eddie groans. “They got bikes!”

“Eds.” You roll your eyes.

“I know, not the point.” He mocks you with a playful smirk.

“Alright, love birds,” Steve interrupts, causing you and Eddie to clear your throats at the same time. You’re not sure, but you could swear you see a faint blush rise on Eddie’s cheeks.

The five of you push open the doors to the house, stepping inside with as much stealth as you can. Robin and Eddie focus all their attention to where they step, both of them convinced they’re going to trip if they move upstairs. While you, Steve and Nancy scan the house for any signs of Vecna on the second floor and attic. The floorboards creak under every step you take, some of them becoming loose entirely and falling to the first floor below. Nancy grips your arm, pulling you away from the opening in the ground; she offers you a small smile before you continue into the next room. Steve and Nancy head into Henry’s old bedroom while you stay in the hallway to watch for any other movement. You hear Robin and Eddie’s hushed voices through the slats of the house as they move around below you.

“You still didn’t tell her? Eddie!” Robin asks, with what you can only imagine is a shove to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Shh,” Eddie whispers, but it’s just loud enough for you to hear. “I haven’t found the right time to. I don’t think she’ll ever feel that way about me…it’s not just some crush, I love her.” It feels like all the oxygen in the room was sucked out as you continue to listen. Eddie’s in love? Who was he in love with? When did he know? Why didn’t he tell me? So many questions bounce around in your brain as you try to piece together how you could have missed it. Eddie was in love with someone and he didn’t tell you. Your heart broke as you continued to hear Robin beg Eddie to tell this girl he loved. You could never place where your true feelings fell for Eddie. He was always your safe space, your best friend, your everything. You love him, but you couldn’t fall in love with him without knowing he would feel the same. It was too risky, too unknown…so instead you pushed your romantic feelings deep down. It was safer to know you had him in your life for good without the uncertainty of telling him how you really felt. You tilt your head towards the end of the hall trying to hear Robin and Eddie better.

“It’s— I don’t know. She’s my best friend, y’know? I can't risk losing her if she doesn’t feel the same.”

“Eddie,” Robin's voice is gentle. “You’ve been in love with her since the moment you met. She loves you too, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, and you notice what sounds like shuffled foot steps. You can picture Eddie scuffing his shoes on the ground out of nerves. “How do you know?”

“You don’t see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Y/N loves you— in the same way you love her.”

He’s in love with me? Your head spins as you slowly step back towards the stairs, trying desperately to hear more of their conversation. Your body acts before you’re able to think straight, you step forward on another loose floorboard…but this time Nancy isn’t there to catch you. You crash through the floor, wood splitting across the hall as you lay among the broken pieces. You gasp for air, having felt the wind get knocked out of you when you fell. You stop your panicked breathing to try and level yourself.

Eddie rushes to the noise from the other side of the hall, unsure of what happened; but when he sees you, his entire world stops. It feels like time moves even slower as he approaches you with bated breath. Please be alive. You gasp for air again and the clock is back to normal pace as Eddie reaches you. He kneels by your side, not caring if he’s stepping on any of the “hive”. Eddie’s gentle as he reaches for your cheek; your attention is frantic as you scan the room trying to breathe correctly again. Your sides and back ache and every time you breathe it feels like fire should come out. You try to push yourself up to reach Eddie. You just want him to hold you and take you home. He lets you move slowly, but makes sure you don’t go too fast.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie tries desperately to get you to look at him. He strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones, his calmness makes you focus on him. It can’t be that bad if he’s looking at me like this…right? Your thoughts race as you watch Eddie carefully scan over the rest of you. There’s no obvious injuries which calms and concerns him at the same time. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Your heart suddenly feels like it’s on fire too, but you know it’s not from the fall. He takes your hand in his and places it on the center of his chest. “Breathe with me, okay?” Eddie inhales and holds his breath for a moment before releasing it. He drags out the exhale for longer than he normally would before repeating the same process. Your eyes stay focused on his hand covering yours on his chest as you repeat his movements. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You raise your eyes from your joined hands to Eddie’s eyes. His face cracks into a small smile, his eyes glossy as he looks at you. “You’re okay,” he says, trying to convince both you and him of it.

“I’m okay,” you repeat back in a hoarse voice. Eddie feels his heartbeat in his ears, every cell in his body is on fire as he watches you. I could have lost her, I could still lose her.

“We have to go,” Eddie’s voice is shaky as he looks for support from the others. Steve, Nancy, and Robin all stand behind Eddie watching you intently. No one wants to panic you or overreact, but each of their faces are scrunched in concern. No one argues with him as they all help you stand, Eddie’s hand finding your side and pulling you to him.

“Eddie, I’m okay.” You insist, “I can walk. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Just give me a day or two and I’ll be good as new.”

Eddie looks down at you under his arm, “I don’t care if you can walk. I’m holding you until we get back to Hawkins. Maybe even after that.” You hesitate to answer, but Eddie continues, “can't take you anywhere, huh?”

You jab your elbow into his ribs, which he pretends you gravely injured him as he gasps. You rest your head against Eddie’s side laughing lightly.

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Eddie refused to leave your side the entire trip home and even after that. He made sure to give you “absolutely-necessary” piggy back rides up the stairs, made you his favorite snacks, and “borrowed” movies from Family Video. He finally left your house a full 24-hours later, after making sure you slept through the night. Your heart fluttered as you watched him sleep in the chair in the corner of your room. He adamantly refused to stay in your bed, claiming you needed the space to rest. Eventually when Eddie did leave for Hellfire the next day, his eyes looked over every bruise on your body before pulling you into a tight hug. He squeezed you into him, making sure not to go too hard even though he wants to. You grumble into his chest, “Eddie, you have to go. They're going to be waiting for you. I’m fine. I’ll be here when you get back,” you tilt your face up. Eddie offers you a soft smile which you mirror. He brushes the stray hairs away from your face before keeping his hands on your face for a little too long. “Eds,” you say after he doesn’t respond.

“Yeah,” Eddie shakes his head and drops his hands from your face. “I’ll be back tomorrow, please call me if you need anything,” you try to argue, but Eddie narrows his eyes at you. “You’re not going to be a bother, so don’t even say that. Hellfire can wait.” His eyes and mind are scattered as he looks at you; he wants to tell you how much he wants to stay. Never has he ever wanted to skip Hellfire…but he doesn’t want to leave you. His heart constricts against his chest, every emotion and feeling he has for you being trapped inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you promise in a hushed voice.

Right here, right here

Spinning out, waiting for ya

I'm here, right here

Wishing I could be there for ya

Be there for ya

Be there for ya, for ya

Focusing on the conversation during lunch the following day was even harder than Eddie expected. Every time he tried to pay attention to whatever the table was discussing, his mind kept wandering off to think about you. Eddie had replayed the night in the Upside Down too many times, but he kept harboring so much guilt about it. What if I told her no? What if we didn’t go back? What if she stayed downstairs? What if I was with her? Eddie's mind frantically ran over the same questions, tormenting him. He kept sneaking glances over at where Robin was sitting, wondering whether or not he should ask if she heard from you. You and Eddie didn’t share the same lunch period or any of the same classes so it was impossible to know how your day was going. Maybe I’ll skip English and wait by her locker? No, that’s pathetic. You’ll see her in a couple of hours—

“…after that Nancy wants to visit y/n. Y’know make sure she’s okay after this morning, but maybe Nancy can drop me off afterwards.” Mike mentions nonchalantly to Dustin as he explains why he can’t make it to Will’s tonight.

“You didn’t bring your bike?” Dustin asks, but Mike has no time to answer before Eddie cuts him off.

Eddie feels his pulse thumping in his ears, “what happened this morning?”

“What do you mean?” Mike shakes his head, “she didn’t tell you?”

“Wheeler, what the fuck happened to her?”

“She passed out or something trying to go back upstairs before school, I don’t know you’d have to—”

Eddie doesn’t hear the rest of what Mike has to say before his chair is scraping across the tile floor of the cafeteria. He rushes out of the cafeteria and out of the school before any teachers notice—and if they do notice, no one stops him. Eddie turns over the key in his van, cursing over and over about how you should have called. He feels like he’s going crazy. You’re consuming his every thought, worry, feeling, action, emotion. Everything. You consume him entirely. He’s so deeply in love with you that all caution and rationality has been thrown out the window. Eddie drives like a mad man to get to your house as fast as he can; his arms are covered in goosebumps when he pulls up to your house. He pushes the car door open and practically spills out onto the pavement. His breathing is staggered when he slams a fist against the front door. Eddie gives one quick look around your driveway to determine your parents are not home. Screw it. He thinks as he turns the doorknob and barrels inside.

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in (spinning out, waiting)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

You wake up to the sound of someone yelling your name through your house. For a moment you panic about the fact that someone is inside, but when the voice calls again you realize it’s Eddie. Every muscle in your body relaxes as you start to sit up in bed. Your head kills, but physically your body is starting to feel better.

“I’m in my room!” You call as you shuffle around your comforter. Swinging your legs over the edge, you sit on the bed waiting for Eddie. Eddie’s heavy steps bound up the stairs, and the door swings open before you realize he’s even made it to your room. His brown eyes are glossy as he scans over your entire room before rushing to your bedside. He collapses to his knees, his chest pressed into your legs as his arms wrap around your waist. You gasp at his dramatic display, but quickly you run your fingers through his curls. A smile pulls at your lips as you look down at him, “are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Fuck- are you okay?” Eddie asks in between sniffles pressed to your shirt. He leans back and wipes his face with his shaky hands. “Jesus, what happened?” He rests his palms on your thighs, rubbing his thumb over your skin softly. He frowns as he takes in the deep purple, yellow and red splotches that cover your skin from your fall.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, still moving your hands through his hair. “I was fine getting up this morning, but going down the stairs was a lot. So when I realized I left my keys upstairs I had to go back for them.” You try to smile at Eddie and calm him, but his face remains just as worried. “I was like half way up them when it all went blurry. Nancy found me there when she came to drive me to school.” Eddie’s blood runs cold thinking about how lifeless you must have looked laying on your stairs. He can’t see you get hurt again, he can’t lose you. “I begged her not to call you. Believe me, she wanted to. So please don’t be mad at her,” you give him a stern look, but there’s no reason to because Eddie will always listen to you. He nods as you continue, “I just didn’t want to worry you. I already knew how much of your day I took up yesterday, I made you late to Hellfire, you slept in a chair–”

“I wanted to.” Eddie replies without hesitation. You brush your hands over his curls again, giving him a weak smile. His heart pounds like a jackhammer against his ribs. I have to tell her, he decides. Every voice of reason screams for him to stop before he’s ruined it all… but Eddie can’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you frown. “I love how concerned you are for me. I do. You’re the best friend I could ask for–”

“Don’t do that,” Eddie’s voice catches as he speaks. His eyes dart away from yours as he stands to his full height.

“Do what?” You ask, trying to rise from the bed. Eddie fights every urge to tell you to sit back down so he can hold you.

“Don’t you know that I am right here? I want you to bother me. I want you to call me. I want you. I feel like– fuck. I feel like I’m going crazy, sweetheart.” Eddie bitterly laughs as he turns away from you. All of his emotions are battling each other as he combs a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m just spinning out waiting for you to pull me in. So please,” he begs. “Please just pull me in and tell me.”

“Tell you–”

“Tell me you love me,” a tear slips from his eyes and down his cheek. “Or just put me out of my misery.”

Spinning out, waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Time stops just like it had when you fell. Eddie is certain he’s in an extremely lucid dream because there is no way he just professed his love for you like he had. He claimed he hated all those romantic movies you forced him to watch, but whenever he thought about telling you how he felt, he remembered all those corny movies. Eddie had planned for the large, romantic gesture to sweep you off your feet; instead he was in tears about losing you before he even had you. He felt like he was going crazy. There was nowhere to put all of these emotions that he felt for you. It all came so easily and naturally to him, he didn’t even realize how in love with you he was until Robin pointed it out. Now after seeing you hurt he couldn’t take it anymore, you had to know how he felt. The clock resets as Eddie stares down at you on the bed, he watches you play with your hands like you always do when you’re nervous.

Your mind feels like it’s in a fog. You knew how Eddie felt, but you couldn’t be sure he was only telling you because of everything that happened. You didn’t want him to feel pressured into saying how he felt all because you couldn’t make it up the stairs.

“I do love–” you start to say as your mind clears.

“Not like that,” Eddie turns to you. His voice is harsh, but all of his features remain soft as silent tears roll from his eyes. “You know what I meant Y/N.”

“Eddie,” you feel your own eyes starting to tear up as you watch him.

“Tell me. Either way– Christ. Just- please, just tell me.”

“Do you mean it?” You ask and Eddie starts to talk, but you raise a hand to him. “Not just because I’m hurt, or because Robin told you to tell me. Do you mean it?”

“Robin? What are you– You heard us?”

“I heard you through the floors. That’s, mmm,” you hesitate to continue. Eddie sinks down to meet your eyeline again. “I was trying to listen when I fell.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is soft as uses a finger to tilt your chin up to look at him.

“I just want to make sure you’re not just saying it to say it.”

“I love you,” Eddie replies, his eyes lingering on your mouth. “I’m in love with you. I always have been. I would have told you no matter what. This,” he gestures to your bruises on your legs. “Just gave me the courage to say it.”

“Really?” The floodgates to your emotions break, every ounce of love you have for Eddie rushing to the front. Eddie slowly reaches his hands up from your legs to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Really,” Eddie smiles and all the mixed emotions have seemed to clear from his eyes.

“Come up here, please,” your voice wavers as you talk. Eddie wastes no time to climb onto the bed next to you. His thigh brushes yours as he sits down, you keep your focus on his legs as Eddie peers down at you. Eddie nudges your shoulder with his and tilts his head forward to try to meet your eyes. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in. “We can’t mess this up, Eds. I can’t lose you.”

“I’m right here,” Eddie replies without any indecision. He will always be right here for you. Through the crazy, unpredictable, supernatural, natural, and everything in between. He squeezes your thigh once, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling yourself into his side. Eddie’s arms linger in the air for a second before he brings you even closer to him. Slowly, he lowers both of you down to lay on the bed; you keep your arms wrapped around his waist, not caring if his weight makes the one fall asleep. For the first time in days, it feels like your heart beats at a normal rate – slow and steady, as your breathing syncs with Eddie’s. “Eddie?” You look up at him, but he’s already smiling down at you. “I love you,” you profess feeling a weight lift off your chest and mind.

“I love you,” he smirks so wide his teeth start to peak out. Eddie turns his face down and presses a kiss to your hair; he’s done it a thousand times, but this time is different. It’s like you can feel all his love for you through it now. “So where should our first official date be?”

You humm for a moment trying to think of anywhere that would beat this moment, but you come up empty. You shrug and kiss the side of his ribs, “don’t know, but I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Eddie tries to ignore the way his heart flips, but he knows he’s going to have to get used to it now.

“What about a concert?” Eddie asks brushing away your hair from your face so he can trace your cheek bone. “I believe I heard somewhere that you wanted to scream your heart out at one.”

“You remembered that?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. You lean up to fully look at Eddie; he’s flat on his back, one hand tucked under his head, his other tracing your cheek still.

“Of course I did,” Eddie says as if it’s a ridiculous question. “I remember everything you do.”

You can’t help yourself as you lean forward, your eyes glancing at his lips for a moment. Eddie meets you in the middle, his mouth is soft against yours as he draws you closer with his hands. He works his fingers from your face through your hair and keeps them at the base of your neck. Your lips melt into Eddie’s, he tastes like mint and tobacco — it’s addictive. He works his mouth over yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip gently. Eddie pulls away with a grin, moving his hand from your hair to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. You whine as his lips leave yours, causing him to smile more.

“Easy sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling at your lip again. “Take me on a date first.”

You tilt your head at him, “oh, really?”

“Fuck no,” Eddie breaks. He pulls you closer, his focus back on your mouth, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

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