#the comic stays pretty platonic

[shotmrmiller]

soulmate au part 1

john price x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

unedited, forgive my mistakes.

since you were born, your world has been grey. you never thought anything of it, until at school, they started teaching you colours. the only ones in the room that could see more than just different shades of grey, apart from the teacher, were identical twins.

weird.

you went home and asked your parents.

"we are born missing half of ourselves. we have a fated one, and when you meet them, your world will look the way it was meant to."

oh. but... "in class, there were twins that could see colour. what about them?"

they look surprised for a second until your dad softly explains. "in rare instances, the soulmate bond will be platonic. which makes sense in this case, because twins grow up with a connection regular people like us will never understand."

you nod and lower your gaze to look at your shoes. you wonder if the person meant for you is interested in junie b. jones books like you are.

-

in high school, you crush on this pretty girl— a cheerleader. her hair is long and beautiful, her face is small and round, and she's so kind. just your type.

but no colour stains your vision, so you burrow your emotions deep and mourn the loss of what could've been.

-

in college, one of your friends ask you if you've met your soulmate yet.

"no, not yet," you lament. what she says after freezes the blood in your veins.

"my mom knew someone whose soulmate was already dead before they had even been born," she comments while stabbing a grape tomato with her fork. "it was really tragic, because she'll never know what it's like to know a love that has no equal."

your heart is in your throat, and you find it hard to swallow the food in your mouth.

what if your soulmate is already dead? oh, god. you might just throw up. your friend doesn't seem to notice the change in your demeanor and continues to babble carelessly about how she knew someone that knew someone who's soulmate had turned out to be a murderer.

oh my fucking god.

you quickly run to the bathroom and throw up your lunch.

how cruel is the universe? to have no control over who is meant to be for you.

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lean against the stall of the bathroom. you should've known that this soulmate business was too good to be true.

cupping your hands, you rinse the taste of bile out of your mouth before walking back to your friend who stayed in her seat.

"jesus, you look terrible, you alright?" she asks.

running your fingers through your hair, you huff. "i've certainly been better. just got a bit nauseous, nothing serious. maybe it's a stomach bug."

"oooh, you better not be pregnant! what of your dreams of working in the medical field?"

you giggle at her response. "that'd be impossible unless i'm the virgin mary."

she gapes comically then leans in and whispers, "you're lying! don't tell me you haven't dated anyone just because they weren't your soulmate."

you shrug, and keep your eyes fixed on your half-eaten plate of food. "i don't really wanna talk about it, if that's alright with you. besides, you've got bigger things to worry about, like the upcoming exam for mr. richardson."

slapping a hand to her forehead, she exclaims, "oh, shit! i totally forgot! shit!"

you watch her inhale the rest of her salad and toss her trash before waving goodbye and sprinting toward the library.

with a sigh, you look down at your food. grey. lifeless. shaking your head, you pick up your plate and toss it in the bin.

you decide to focus solely on your studies. you have dreams of being a doctor and pining after someone you haven't even met yet would only serve as a distraction.

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your white coat grazes your calves as you walk toward your new patient. standing outside the room, you pick up the clipboard.

Price, John. 34, Active Military.

he's the head of the task force! god, you've only heard stories of them from the other medics on base who have met them, so to finally come face to face with the man, the myth, the legend? you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your scrubs and clear your throat.

be professional, be professional. he's just another patient, it's no big deal.

rapping your knuckles on the door, you wait a second before twisting the knob with a shaky hand. you nervously keep your eyes on the clipboard as you walk in.

"good morning, captain price."

"mornin', doc," he rumbles.

oh, his deep voice just might be the end of you.

"you don't sound all that happy to be here, captain," you tease while flipping through his medical history papers.

he lets out a low chuckle, and you squeeze your thighs together at the sound. delicious.

"nothin' personal, doc. just don't like bein' here, you understand."

lightly laughing at his joke, you finally steel your nerves and look up at him.

only to have your vision bleed in something you don't understand. is that colour? is this what colour looks like?

the clipboard drops, clattering to the floor. john— being the courteous gentleman that he is— quickly kneels to grab it and lifts his head as he hands it to you.

he freezes in place, the clipboard slipping from his hands as he stares at you.

you thickly swallow, and dumbly question, "do you...has your....colour? can you see colour?"

unblinking, john's eyes are fixated on you as he remains silent.

your eyes dart around to take in his features. his brightly-coloured eyes are framed by lines that hint at his age, his strong jaw adorned by a mutton-chop beard. his nose is specked with a beauty mark.

"what colour are your eyes, captain?" you softly ask.

he closes his mouth and takes in a sharp breath. "i've been told they're blue."

"blue," you smile. the eyes of your soulmate are blue.

but then, your delighted smile melts off your face, in horror.

there's a shiny band on his finger. he's married.

john price, your soulmate, is fucking married.

your vision distorts with the tears that threaten to spill and bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. it feels like there are shards of glass in your lungs, cutting you open with each quivering breath you take. your pain is red-hot, searing under your skin, flowing through your veins like molten lead.

john knows exactly what you're looking at.

"love—" he starts but you cut him off swiftly.

"don't. you don't owe me anything, captain. uhm, but uh... maybe it's best that we switch your doctors, yeah? conflict of interest, and all that."

you all but run away, away from that room, from him.

how terribly unlucky.

you head towards your office, which is down the hall, and slam the door closed. only then, do you cry, and mourn what should've been.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mwii #john price x f reader #john price x reader #john price #captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain price

[rileyslibrary]

Synopsis: A new lieutenant comes to your base—a hot one. Ghost isn’t happy.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,334

Notes:

I haven’t thought of a title, so I’m replacing it with a picture of Ghost’s expression that perfectly captures the fic’s concept. Let me know if you think of one.

Platonic fluff, duh.

Warning: Lots of swearing ahead of you, British slang as well. Told you, he’s not happy.

UPDATE: there’s a Part 2 now. Things get messy.

Want more?

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The rumour mill went into overdrive as soon as the ‘new guy’ arrived at the military base that morning. A former special ops legend with impressive credentials; what’s not to love?

But it wasn’t just his military skills that had everyone talking; it was also his appearance. Rumours of his Adonis-like looks had spread throughout the base, and everyone was dying to catch a glimpse of him. Even the mess hall was dominated by talk of his stunning looks.

What did you think of him? Well, you prefer to take such things with a grain of salt and not put too much stock in them. After all, beauty is a matter of personal preference, and no single definition applies to everyone. So you wanted to evaluate things for yourself.

Okay, fine. Yes, the rumours were true—the guy is exactly as they described him.

The new lieutenant stands tall and proud in front of the line you’ve all formed, his wavy hair coiffed into a deep side part with a thick fringe swooping over one eye. His chiselled jawline is accentuated by a short, perfectly groomed beard, and he gives everyone a brilliant smile as if he’s auditioning for a toothpaste commercial. His voice is booming and almost comically enthusiastic as if he were trying to engage a class of children. He gives orders by pointing at soldiers with gun fingers and winking, causing some of you to stifle giggles.

“All right, soldiers, pay attention!” he says, clapping his hands like a cheerleader. “Today’s tasks are routine: cleaning, organizing, equipment repair, and inventory taking. And, hey, if we pull this off, I’ll buy everyone a round at the local pub! How does that sound?”

Some of the soldiers exchange skeptical glances, wondering if this guy is for real.

But Ghost? Oh. My. God.

Ghost’s agitation becomes too hard to hide as the new lieutenant speaks. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, moving frantically as if eager to be anywhere but here. His eyes keep rolling back as though they’re searching for some leftover patience in the depths of his skull. You keep staring at his crossed arms. They’re so stiff that his muscles must ache from the effort. It’s as if he’s trying to keep them in place, so he doesn’t unleash them and back-slap the hot lieutenant’s pretty face. That, or he’ll let out a primal scream any second now.

“Y/N,” he turns to face you, and you stand at attention, “you’re on border patrol with me today-”

“Y/N is staying with me at the office today,” Ghost opposes him. “There’s a lot of paperwork that needs to be done.”

“Can’t you get someone else to fill out the paperwork?” the man asks, shooting Ghost a wink and a grin.

“Can’t you get someone else to help you with border patrol?” Ghost winks back at him and turns to face you. “Y/N, on your feet, c’mon,” he says, walking towards the building.

You exchange glances with the new lieutenant and shrug. This is too awkward.

“WHENEVER YOU’RE READY, SOLDIER,” Ghost commands, and you dash towards him, brushing past the new lieutenant, who also happens to smell amazing. Of course, he does.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today, Lt.?” You whisper as you run behind him, “where’s the camaraderie we discussed during yesterday’s briefing?”

Ghost shoots you a glare over his shoulder. “Just trying to keep my paperwork safe,” he mutters.

“What’ll happen to the damn paperw-” you proceed to ask, but then evaluate his words; you’re the paperwork.

At the office…

He’s reticent as he sits on his desk—not like he’s a social butterfly any other day, but today, he seems angry. Almost hostile. His eyebrows are tied together, his restless leg syndrome is back, and he takes too many cigarette breaks compared to what you’re used to. He answers your questions with one-word statements when—and if—he acknowledges your presence. Yesses and nos are all you’ve been getting since you entered the office, with the occasional “tsk” he might utter while he looks at his papers.

“Pass me the stapler.” He commands.

“Magic word, Ghost.”

“Pass me the fucking stapler, please.”

You slide the stapler over to his desk. “You’re rude today, Mr Riley.” You comment, turning your focus back to the laptop’s screen.

He doesn’t reply in the form of words. Instead, his feelings manifest themselves by aggressively stapling the papers together.

“Perhaps you’d like me to ask for the stapler by winking at you?” He finally mutters under his breath.

“Like the guy that came in today?” You scoff.

Oh, you have his full, undivided attention now. He turns his chair towards you and leans his weight on his thighs as if you’re about to tell the most exciting story.

“What do you think of him?” He asks.

You flick your wrist dismissively. “I don’t know him well enough to form an opinion. I prefer to reserve judgment until I get to know someone.” You give him a pointed look, hoping to convey your message without having to spell it out for him.

“He’s a fucking bellend, I’ll tell you that much.” He mumbles in response. Guess the message got lost in transit.

“Come on, man!” You shout and punch your fist on the table, “it’s obvious that he’s got you rattled.”

“He’s not rattling me!” Ghost protests, but his defensive tone betrays him.

“Sure, he’s not,” you reply sarcastically, “that’s why you’ve been chain-smoking and stapling papers like you’re trying to murder them.”

Ghost lets out a deep sigh and rubs his temples.

“Is it his looks?” you ask.

“No, it’s not his looks,” Ghost rolls his eyes, “I’m much better looking than him, that’s for sure.”

“Are you...I don’t know, intimidated, maybe?” You shrug, “because you’re worried he might take your place as the top dog around here?”

He looks at you incredulously. “What are you talking about? I’m not worried about that.”

“Sure, you’re not,” you smirk. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a total jerk all day.”

He looks up and sighs. The poor man looks like he desperately needs an ego boost. Beneath Ghost’s tough facade there’s Simon, after all. And Simon is a human being with the same insecurities and worries as everyone else.

“In any case,” you say, trying to comfort him, “nobody takes such douchebags seriously in the army. And I get it; the guy’s trying to make a good impression and all, but, my God, he needs to chill with all the...” you start winking and pointing gun fingers left and right.

He’s so happy he lets out a sharp chuckle. “He’s a fucking nobhead, isn’t he?” He asks, “trying to take charge and acting like he knows everything.”

“Indeed,” you reassure him, “and that cologne, I almost fainted as I passed him; how could you stand beside him for so long?”

“Don’t ask.” He shakes his head.

You reach over and give his arm a squeeze. “Don’t worry about it, Ghost. You’re the most respected operator here,” you say, giving him a small smile, “just do me a favour and give the guy a chance; he has so much to learn from you.”

He nods. “I wanted to neck slap him so hard,” he mumbles, “knock his pretty white teeth out.”

“Which are fake, by the way.”

“Are they?” He asks, shocked.

“100%.” You reply with conviction as if you are the guy’s dentist.

“I knew it.” He yells, slaps his hand on his thigh, and turns his chair back to his desk.

You look at him from the corner of your eye. He seems much more relaxed now. Hopefully, he takes your advice to heart and proceeds with the same resilience and leadership he does on the battlefield. Or, maybe, you temporarily diffused a potential conflict, and the captain will have to get involved pretty soon. Who knows. At least he feels confident in himself now, and the guy’s teeth will live to see another day.

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Part 2 ->

#simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #call of duty #modern warfare 2

[cherrycherryking]

I don’t remember if I requested anything 🤔

Wally Darling x Forgetful Reader

Let’s say reader is so forgetful- they once forgot to wear their pants!

You can add whatever else you want too

Just don’t forget to add the fact that reader forgot to keep his crush on Wally a secret from Wally! 🤭

i'm so sorry for taking this long and thank you!! when i read this i automatically thought about that one tiktok audio!!

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wally darling x gen!reader (platonic + romantic)

Forgetful Reader Confessing by Accident

✧Everyone in Home knew that your memory wasn't the best. Or decent. Actually it was pretty bad.

✧When you still were getting familiar with everyone it took longer than you want to admit to actually remember their names.

✧You never notice you don't have something until you need it or someone points it out, you can count with the fingers of your hands the times you DIDN'T leave the house forgetting something.

✧And while yes, all of your neighbors were always understanding and laugh it off you couldn't help but feel a little silly and embarrassed. But not with him, not with Wally.

✧He wasn't as forgetful as you (who could be??) but Wally was just as distracted in his own mind.

✧Wally knew what it was like to be a little silly and out of it, he knew first hand what it was to make small mistakes. You knew this as well.

✧So you two became a little pair!

✧Every morning after getting out of your house, before doing whatever fun adventure you were going to, he ran a list for you!

✧"keys?" "yes!" "jacket?" "yes!" "socks" "i think so- yep" "your oven?" "not on fire!" "pants?- ah-" "oh-"

✧How did the two of you didn't notice sooner?

✧And you, on the other hand, keep an eye on him so he doesn't, for example, falls into a comically big whole.

✧Wally thinks youre so much fun! He remembers when you first got here whispering close to you the names of your neighbours when you had That look on your face of being completely lost.

✧He remembers all those times he accompanied you back to your house to fetch something you forgot inside.

✧The times as well you ended up staying longer with him at home after going back for something you left in there earlier.

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confession <3

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✧Was it really a confession?

✧You knew since a good time now that you had a crush on him, who wouldn't? he was such a darling.

✧Maybe it was because you got way too comfortable after accepting those feelings, spending more time with him, having longer hugs and lingering touches that you forgot that no, in fact, he didnt knew you were in love with him!!

✧I imagine it was something on the likes of Wally thanking you for something, let it be helping him or spending time with him, and you responded "well i'm in love with you, of course i want to spend time here!"

✧It was Wally's face that made you realized what you just said!!

✧Whatever excuse or deflection you try to use after that, Wally just laughs in that monotone way of his.

✧"That makes sense" with that pretty smile of his. "I love you too @:]"

✧Because of course he does <3 (screaming and kicking rn)

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thank you for reading and once again so sorry it took me this long asjdkd hope you like it :)!

#i feel like i repeat the same words way too much sdksjdk #request #my art #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[weebsinstash]

As much as I want to have children by this man, let's take a moment to sip our platonic yandere Miguel juice

-i can't decide which sex he'd be more partial to in a 'child'/you since in the movie there was Gabriella but in the comics he eventually has a son who becomes the next Spiderman but--

-as a girl i just naturally think of a lot of those sorts of gender specific ideas 👉👈 he's this big scary hulking intimidating threat and his "daughter" is the one melting his cold exterior

-doesnt matter if you're a grown ass woman, Miguel sees you struggling to braid your hair and suddenly here he is, full dad mode, doing it for you,and depending on how close you two are, maybe he disguises it with "ugh, stop spending so much time messing around with that. If I do it for you will you get back to work? 🙄", but really it's just your new self proclaimed dad/tio wanting to help braid your hair and help you feel pretty and, oh, how he can fondly remember the last time he helped braid "his daughter's" hair...

-of course this evolves to him just loving to do things with your hair. Braid it, wear it natural, style it, use products on it, hes got you. you were just trying to put your hair in a lazy updo like a ponytail or bun and this man doesn't let you leave until he's got you completely combed out, hair braided with ribbons, and of course this entire time youre awkwardly sitting there in a chair in his absolute cave of a workstation with this gargantuan 6'9 man there, "so how was your day? Staying out of trouble?"

-really I mean. Is stealing other people's kids NOT technically in character for him. You're unfortunate enough to trauma bond with this man and you're never getting rid of him

-you hear Miles Morales call him tio (as in the tio meaning dude) and you jokingly teasingly start calling him tio, which Miguel secretly pretends is the version that means uncle. You're just constantly joking around or looking up at him with these big pouty eyes, "but tio 🥺 can't I PLEASE--" and its like. Lmao people know that if they need to ask Miguel for a favor, that it increases their chances to have you ask in their stead

- I mean, as a female adult abused as a child by my own father, raised by a single mom myself, like...

Reader flinches away when Peter B goes to give you a supportive pat on the back or comes in for a high five after a mission and you force yourself to laugh because you're feeling more than just a little awkward and in the spotlight. "Oh, sorry, that was dumb!" And they eventually get you to kind of anxiously word vomit "my dad used to just kind of, rough me up sometimes when I did something wrong! It-it could've been a lot worse honestly, but, it-it just makes me kinda jumpy around guys sometimes! It's not a big deal, or personal or anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad 🥺"

Peter B, Jessica, and Miguel all there as older parental figures and also literal parents, immediately exchange looks and agree like "oh hell naw, don't like that" and you get silently adopted by all three of em right then and there

-if it's a physically abusive father and you're still the victim of abuse, I imagine your dad had some suspicious figures suddenly show up in the middle of the night to terrify and threaten the shit out of him and suddenly you aren't getting as manhandled anymore

-can you imagine, like, you show up to Spider Society one day with a black eye "oh, this? It's, it's nothing. My dad is just, he's about to make police captain and he's really stressed about it is all" cue all your friends mentally high fiving around the table because your abusive piece of shit dad is going to die and you don't even know. When it happens they'll all be "oh no, sweetie, I'm SOOOO sorry :(" meanwhile they're thrilled bc now you don't have any parents and they can weasel in there as your new family, schedule your birthday parties, monopolizing more of your time, things like that

-goddd I just imagine it could become some kind of weird fucked up enmeshed scenario where the structure it's providing for your life is actually good for you meanwhile Miguel is like, retroactively kind of soothing some of his trauma both from his own childhood and what happened with the second universe he broke that it's just like. You're a grown ass adult and this man is tucking you in goodnight and saying "te amo, mija" at the doorway and you bet his ass is going to stand there and not let you sleep until you say it back. He knows you're just absolutely seething at him and he'll still refuse to leave without a grumbling "te amo, papá 🙄"

-He eventually just has you doing so much shit and depending on him so much that it starts to become second nature to you. one day you're in the Society doing one of the odd jobs you're allowed to help with and suddenly you're thinking, "Ugh I actually don't know what to do next, I wish Papá was here to-- WAIT SHIT NO I MEAN MIGUEL--"

-lmaooooo as a non Spanish speaker I keep thinking of how awwwwwful it would be if he actually forces you to learn Spanish. Not inherently because there's anything wrong with Spanish, but, I'm not always smart, and I can just SEE him quizzing your ass, forcing you to have entire conversations in Spanish, always clicking his tongue or chuckling at you when you make a mistake and he just thinks you're so cute struggling to learn 🥰 man hears you're trying to take extra lessons from Miles and he instantly drops everything he's doing to go track the little scamp down. Insert meme "I can forgive being an anomaly but I draw the line at teaching Reader bad Spanish"

-siiiiiiigh eventually the day comes when you're in big danger and you need his help, maybe you disobeyed him and was hanging out with some other Spiders in another dimension when there was a sudden villain attack, and he comes to your rescue as a villain does something dramatic like has a gun to your head or a knife to your neck and the second you see him you're just overwhelmed wirh a sense of relief, calling out for him, calling him dad/tio/papá whatever, and he's just like 😭❤️ pumping his fist internally, like YES you are so grounded when you get back home but also 🥰 you finally called him dad without him having to twist your arm 🥰 nevermind if the "villain" who kidnapped you was actually a Spider who owed him a favor, and this whole thing was to teach you a lesson about listening to your Papá, that's not important ❤️

-Miguel who forces you to learn Spanish vs Miguel who forces you to be Catholic. I can excuse kidnapping and forced adoption but I draw the line at making me practice religion 💀 no but seriously, he probably does have certain morals and values he instills/forces upon you if he thinks you need them, and he'll probably be one of those fathers, "are you leaving the house dressed like that? Go change" and orders you not to hang out with certain people he doesn't approve of or thinks have bad character (like hobie lmao)

-bruh you two will be on a super serious important mission and this man will be like "it's dark, hold my hand so we dont get separated"

Eventually it comes to a point where you're, not perfectly behaved but, just about. If someone finds Miguel, it means you're not very far away, or vice versa. Members of the Society quickly learn not to make any advances on you or make any "adult" comments unless they want to get suspiciously hurt during a personal training session by the big boss himself. You think you're safe just cause Miguel isn't around? Nah, cause then you have Peter B and Jess keeping an eye on you, and, not that YOU'RE aware of the extent, but, if Miguel ever gets worried, he can just ask Lyla what you've been getting up to, since your modified little daypass has her installed into it and she can track your every move ❤️ helicopter parent? Oh honey, you have NO idea...

#yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere stuff #sinprompts

[e-nonsense]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟'𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵. 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰

pairing. batfam x batsis!reader + platonic!matt murdock x batsis!reader

warnings. swearing, child neglect, mentions of an accident that makes you blind, canon/typical violence, nothing goes with comics

series masterlist

You got to Gotham city when you were five, you didn't want to go but you had no choice your mother was dead, and had left you in the care of your father.

But even at five years old your father had no time for you. Always busy with the public, or with Batman.

At the time Dick was fifteen, he had no reason to care for a little sister, but Jason. Oh Jason Todd, to you he was an angel.

Your big brother who at eight years old you deemed cooler than Dick Grayson.

Everyday after patrol, he'd come up and check on you, tell you a story usually a more child friendly version of his missions.

You kept him grounded, you made all his anger go away, an anger you blamed Bruce for because when you two first met he wasn't angry he was a happy kid. Everytime you called his name, the soft mutter of "Jay" would knock some sense into him.

But after the accident, the one you went blind, you were nine nearly ten and Jason would stay fifteen, in that year you had lost two things.

Your sight, and your big brother

You were often met with pity than concern because of it. Everyone always asking if you were alright, but never truly caring about the answer.

You heard about the headlines when it happened, "Y/n Wayne, gone blind" or "Gotham's little princess now Gotham's latest victim"

It's not like they actually cared, no of course not they only gave a shit about the publicity they'd get from selling stories like this.

You were only nine years old, you'd think five years would be enough to adjust.

Apparently not..

"Miss Wayne" you heard a gentle knocking at the door of your father's office- well it's your office now. Bruce signed Wayne Industries off to you, because it would make everyone's lives easier if you (someone they deemed quite useless) were actually doing something important, it gave them more vigilante time. Besides you finished school already, you were a smart kid, always top of your class you managed to skip a couple of grades and graduate early like super early.

You were a disappointed when nobody but Alfred turned up, then again you'd stopped caring about that a while ago. Jason - your beloved zombie brother - wouldn't stop apologising, and he took you for ice-cream and hung out with you for the rest of the night as an apology. You couldn't stay mad at him.

"Yes?" you'd been running the company for a few weeks, Alfred was usually helping you. Reading out things that weren't in braille, but since the first thing you did when you got Wayne Industries was buy braille embossers mainly 'cause you knew Alfred would always be there to help you with everything.

"Sorry to disturb you Miss, but y'know that guy that you fired last week?"

"Yeah, the one that was caught uh- having sex in the storage room right?"

"The very same Miss" if you could see right now Tani's face would be littered with pink on her cheeks, "He wants to sue"

"And?" you groaned, that came out harsher that you intended, you could sense that she understood.

"Well he's got a pretty compelling case against the company. When your father owned it that is, very incriminating"

"shit" you muttered under your breath, mentally thanking any godly being out their that Alfred wasn't there to hear you.

"how hard is it to get a good lawyer?"

"No" Matt's voice was firm, he didn't want to take the case and nobody could make him.

"no what do you mean, no" Foggy didn't get it, I mean he sort of did but you were offering a nice pay- like more than what's in their pay grade- but it had nothing to do with criminal law, sort of.

"I don't want to do it Foggy, it has nothing to do with my job or qualifications"

"I'm going to do it then"

"No" Foggy wasn't even listening, he had already walked out of the room and went to reply to the email your secretary had sent to him and various other lawyers.

Foggy stepped up to Tani's desk- Matt beside him- and smiled, eying to the elevator that led all the way up to your office, two security guards on each side. You had put them there for Tani because when she didn't let people up they'd harass her.

"Hi, we're here to see Miss Wayne" Foggy's voice only slightly louder than the crappy music in the background. Tani looked up, "name?"

"Nelson, Foggy Nelson"

For the first time since they arrived Matt talked, but only to utter his name.

"Through the elevator please"

They walked as silently as possible, neither in the mood to talk to one another. Once they were inside and going up Matt was talking.

"Y'know kids probably just gonna be another spoilt rich kid, who's daddy running the business behind their back because they can't do shit"

Foggy only let out a sigh, and walked through the elevator doors when he saw it open, only to reveal another door, one he assumed led to your office.

He was shocked to hear laughter coming from inside the room, what ever happened to professionalism?

"Alfie, I swear this guy was high-"

Matt heard a this 'Alfie' guy chuckle "Miss Wayne you can't say that about them, they're lawyers that came hear to help you"

"I know I know, but you should've seen them" you exaggerated the word seen and it made Alfred laugh.

But the laughter stopped when Foggy knocked on the door and Alfred cleared his through smiling while gesturing for them to come in.

"Oh my god, she's blind Matt" Foggy whispered, as he watched you move from leaning on the desk and stood up straight.

"Sorry I'd shake your hand but I'm not exactly sure where you are"

Matt smiled at that "Don't worry 'bout it, 'cause I don't know where you are either"

"He's blind" Foggy not so discreetly whispered to you.

"I can see that" you whispered back with a chuckle, you cleared you throat "now onto business then?"

"Of course"

Okay maybe Matt was a little wrong about you, alright very wrong about you. You were nothing like he imagined, but then again he hadn't put much thought to what you might be like.

He could tell that you could handle yourself, and that impressed him a lot. He could also tell that you were still grasping the ropes of being blind.

And well he wanted to help you, to train you. He thought it was funny, him training someone but he wanted to try. Maybe you could be the next Daredevil.... scratch that he didn't want that for you.

Now how is someone supposed to reveal a secret identity to a complete stranger?

ᴛᴀɢ/ꜱ: @fandxmslxt69 @jaguarthecat @bxdbxtxh15 @byebyeeye @8-29pm

© ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇᴇꜱ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ

#duchess au #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batfam x reader #batsis reader #batsis x batfam #matt murdock x reader platonic #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson x reader #dc x marvel #enzo writes [📝] #crossover

[pansear-doodles]

It is said that the rotted body of a slugcat who met an untimely death continues to roam these lands to this day. Occasionally, the guardian spirit accompanies them.

A combination of two AUs of sorts continuing the Artificer Guardian Spirit AU but with my interpretation of conscious HLL. The two are essentially in a weird limbo- a zombie and a ghost, and Artificer takes pity in Hunter and become friends with them (platonic). :)

I think I will call this AU Fated Failure. I'm not sure if I'll go full length or one-off but we'll see.

Inspired by @chillysaint's comic on Nightcat (I think the colors look very pretty, I need to step up my comic game)

Transcript:

Hunter: I.. Can See you.

You're... Strange Ghost.

Please... Don't run away... Like others...

Saw you... Save Pups.

Can you save... me?

Cold... Please...

...

No... Then...

...

No! Stay! Please...

Scared... Alone...

Artificer: Ok.

Hunter: ...Warmth.

Thank you.

Thank you friend...

#rain world #rainworld #rainworld downpour #rain world downpour #hunter #artificer #comic #rot angst #body horror #dp spoilers #downpour spoilers #slugcat #fanart #fated failure au #my art

[midnightloversmusic]

hii, for flufftober, what about muggle!reader doing poly!marauders halloween makeup looks?

(it can be platonic or romantic)

thank you, have a good day!

Face Paint & Kisses

Flufftober day 2

poly!marauders x reader

Hey anon! Thank you so much for requesting I loved this idea so much. I made it romantic, I hope that's okay :)

enjoy!

masterlist

"When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs. 

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

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“Sit still” 

“I can't,” James says in almost a whine.

The boys had asked you to do their makeup for the Halloween party Marlene was throwing. You had all your boys sit on the bathroom counter while you stood in between their legs. 

Remus sat still the entire time, to be fair his make up only included some black face paint making triangles around his eyes and some black lipstick making his smirk more noticeable. 

Sirius surprisingly also stayed pretty still. He's used to you doing his makeup and sat still as long as you agreed to kiss him after every step and have Remus hold his hand as somewhat of a reward. His makeup was black smudged eyeliner with shiny dark red lipstick. He wanted to be some sort of seductive pirate. 

James on the other hand just wouldn't stop wiggling.

“James, baby, I love you but if you move one more time I might just leave you here with a half done face of makeup” 

his pout makes you question your choice of words. You have tried everything from putting on a show behind you to kissing him after each step like you do with Sirius. But James isn't Sirius, he's James and James needs to move. 

James wanted the most complicated look of all. He wanted the skeleton makeup look that Tate Langdon wore in American Horror Story. Doing this look on Remus would have been difficult in itself but on James? You really had your work cut out. 

“Alright, new strategy!” you yell out after almost stabbing James’ eye with the brush you were using when he jerked his head to the side to see what Sirius was doing. 

“Sirius,” He turns to you immediately looking at you with his puppy eyes waiting for instruction. He's adorable, you thought to yourself quickly.

“You go stand on the far wall of the bedroom”

“Yes ma’am," he replies, doing a soldier's salute on his way out of the bathroom.

“Remus,”

He looks up from the book he's reading,

“Yes, love?”

“Can you lay on the bed for me?”

“M’kay” he hums and he leans over your shoulder and places a light kiss on your cheek and a kiss on James's forehead on the way out.

“Now, James”

The poor boy just looked confused now, wondering why his boyfriends had been ordered to leave the bathroom. You find the crease between his eyebrows incredibly endearing. 

“I’m going to set a timer for 3:00 minutes and do as much makeup as I can. You can play with my rings while I do it, just try your hardest to stay still. After the three minutes are done I want you to get up, run to the bedroom, go give Sirius a big kiss anywhere you see fit.”  You see his eyes sparkle up with mischief  “not that”  “And then I want you to flop down onto the bed give Remus a hug and a kiss and then come back here and sit back up on the counter and give me a kiss. Sound good baby?”

James was already bouncing in his seat, already wanting to go do his new task. Seeing that you caved and said

“Why don't you go do a practice round real quick?”

“Can you time me please?”

“Of course baby”

With the confirmation he dashes out of the bathroom and promptly  jumps onto Sirius who lets out a “hmph” in response to getting the breath knocked out of him. James decided to give him a big wet kiss right on the cheek and he pops off with a comical smooching sound. Right when he's done he runs to Remus, who is already bracing himself to be jumped on, and he flops down right on top of him.

James looked down at Remus with a lovesick expression and whispered a soft “Hi”

Remus just giggled and replied with a soft “Hey baby” although that's all that he could get out before James smothers him in kisses from his forehead down to his collarbones.

He must have remembered he was being timed at some point because he jumped up off the bed and ran full speed at you. You're a giggling mess before he even reaches you, and then when he does reach you he quickly grabs your waist and one of your arms, twirls you (yes he actually twirls you like you were in a romcom) then he dips you down and kisses you. A sweet long kiss that makes your head spin and frankly you're surprised that your legs haven't given out because of it. 

When he pulls away your brain is fuzzy and you feel so full of love you might just melt in his arms. He moves to sit back up on the counter and you retake your earlier position in between his legs. 

“You ready to do it all again baby?”

#remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #poly marauders #sirius black #marauders x reader #poly!marauders #flufftober #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #james potter x you #remus lupin blurb #remus fluff #james fleamont potter

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

We Interrupt This Broadcast...

(Another two-part-er! Stay tuned for part 2 very shortly!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Rosie, Ler!OC, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, very brief blood mention, medical themes (non-graphic & painless). One comically graphic description of cannibalism (first paragraph). Also, this is set right after Alastor gets his ass handed to him by Adam, so you can expect a lil angst sprinkled in there (don't worry, he gets better).

If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige. 💕

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

Ok... I'm gonna be honest folks, I have no idea if this fic is even coherent. This ain't my Best Work™ - this is literally the coping mechanism I've been relying on to put myself to sleep every night this week because HOLY SHIT my life is stressful at the moment. 😅

But anyway, I've decided I'm just gonna go ahead and post it, because 1) the world needs more lee!alastor, and 2) I'm not here to do my Best Work™, I'm here to write cute self-indulgent little stories about Alastor getting tickled to bits by his platonic wife. I'm here to decompress my hypervigilant ass at the end of long days by imagining my favorite endearingly creepy characters get wrecked by my other favorite endearingly creepy characters.

In summary, I'm here to have a good time, and I certainly did with this fic. So I hope you do too!

Featuring my new oc! (Rosie and Al still take center stage though, don't worry lol)

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It's a little-known fact that cannibals make terrific doctors. When you spend every meal tearing the human body apart with your face, you end up with a pretty comprehensive intuition for demonic anatomy.

So Alastor supposed he should consider himself lucky to have Rosie and her loyal posse so close at hand after his battle with Adam.

He was certainly relieved when Rosie had stumbled upon him, barely conscious from blood loss on the floor of his wrecked radio tower - and especially a few hours later when, having been rushed back to Cannibal Town, he was whisked into a warm, familiar parlor and deposited on a comfy couch.

Within minutes Rosie had summoned a woman in a white coat who swooped in, produced a bottle of a strange, foul-smelling gel from her medicine bag, soaked a rag with it, and pressed it firmly against Alastor's wound. The searing pain evaporated almost on contact.

"What is that?" Alastor breathes, visibly relaxing against the arm of the couch he's propped against.

"Anesthetic." She begins preparing a needle and thread.

"Didn't know such a thing existed down here."

"Of course! We're demons, not barbarians," Rosie scoffs, watching from the sidelines.

Cannibals, as a rule, rarely last long enough to need a doctor, but Rosie is no ordinary cannibal. And Dr. Trudy Sawblade - a young surgical resident in life, and Rosie's personal physician in death - is the best of the best. While she hadn't quite completed her medical training before her untimely death, in Rosie's service she's gained more than enough experience to make up for her education cut short.

"That salve is derived from a distant cousin of the poison dart frog. Evidently most of the frogs are assholes, because hell has an downright enormous population of them." Trudy's voice is measured and matter-of-fact, with a soft lilt that is both soothing and vaguely unsettling. "Haven't been discovered on earth yet. Which is good, because one whiff of this would end a mortal life in a matter of seconds."

"Lucky you, you're already dead," Rosie chimes in cheerfully.

"Lucky me," Alastor murmurs, without conviction.

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Truthfully, with the pain from his chest wound numbed, the weight of his recent defeat presses even more heavily on Alastor's heart. Someone - probably one of the cannibals who helped transport him from the rubble pile to Rosie's parlor - must have grabbed the broken microphone as they carried him out, because the fractured pieces are sitting on the side table at the other end of the couch. Under normal circumstances the awareness that someone had touched his staff without permission would spark a flash of rage from the Radio Demon, but now he can only stare dismally at what remains of his cane - aware that it's no longer capable of accomplishing much anyway.

It takes only a few minutes for Trudy to stitch Alastor back up and wrap his chest in a stretchy gauze. Meanwhile, Rosie quickly mends the worst of the tears in his clothes - if only to avoid having to watch her friend stare down the couch at his broken staff, with an uncharacteristic half-smile that damn near breaks her heart.

"Alright, sir, that should do it for now. It's a nasty gash, for sure, but the salve should keep it from getting infected."

"Thank you, my dear." He gives an appreciative nod to the surgeon, and Rosie too, as his fellow overlord hands him back his clothes.

"Can't have you going around with a big hole in your chest, can we?" Rosie steps back and scrutinizes her own patch job as he slowly dresses himself again. "It ain't perfect... especially for a classy fellow like you. But I'm sorry to report that I saw my tailor at a Sunday brunch just last week. Inconvenient, but I gotta admit, he made a wonderful casserole."

For the briefest of moments, this aside manages to tweak Alastor's smile into something vaguely genuine. "I'm sure he did."

"One more thing, Mr. Alastor, sir," Trudy jumps in as the radio demon pulls on his coat. "So sorry, I almost forgot. The angel also threw you against a wall, correct?"

At the recollection, Alastor's smile stiffens into something more closely resembling a grimace. His antlers rise between his ears. "Does it matter?"

"You may be at risk for internal injuries." If Trudy is at all fazed by inviting the most powerful overlord in hell's annoyance, it doesn't show. "I really ought to check, just to be safe."

Alastor looks away. As loathe as he is to even acknowledge his own fragility, he truly isn't sure of the extent of his own injuries - given that he's not used to receiving them in the first place. And he'd be damned (well, damned twice) if Adam had ruptured something vital, spelling the radio demon's second death a few hours after the fact.

He grits his teeth. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

"Lovely. If you could just lie back, sir..." As he obliges, she kneels beside the couch. "I'm just going to feel for any swelling..." Her hands hover over him-

"Er, wait." Alastor abruptly sits up.

"It's alright, I won't touch your wound!" Trudy soothes. "I'll just be feeling down here..." She gestures to his midsection (which elicits a sharp flinch).

"No, I-" He hesitates. "I'm... not sure this is necessary."

"Oh, Alastor, stop worryin'!" Rosie reassures him with a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Trudy is quite picky about her meals. She'd never go for venison."

"That's... not what..."

Alastor pauses, and evidently decides against trying to explain what he meant. He reluctantly lies back against the cushions again.

"I'm going to place my hands under your shirt, sir. If you feel any pain, please alert me."

"Very well."

As Trudy lifts his shirt, he looks like he is going to say something more - but whatever it is dies on his tongue the moment her hands make contact with his stomach. He brings one knee up sharply.

"Tender there, sir?"

"No! No, your hands are cold." His words have gone uncharacteristically stiff.

Trudy methodically probes one side of his belly, then the other (which in turn causes his other knee to pop up). This time when Trudy asks if he's in pain, he merely shakes his head.

The surgeon furrows her brow, concentrating. Human-animal hybrids like Alastor already take a bit of poking around just to get a sense for each unique configuration of organs. It doesn't help that the man is bracing for every touch...

"Are you sure this doesn't hurt, sir?" she murmurs tentatively. "You're very tense."

"Yes." The word comes out like a hiss. She glances at the radio demon's face. He's wearing his typical showman's smile, but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling with a weird, wide, unwavering stare.

Finally the surgeon sits back. "Well, I don't feel anything concerning. But to be honest, sir, I can't feel much of anything." She turns apologetically to her employer. "His stomach is all clenched up..."

But Rosie is simply standing there pressing a huge grin into her glove. She's known Alastor for decades. She can read his expressions like a magazine.

"Alastor, darling," Rosie drawls casually. "Are you ticklish?"

From the radio demon's reaction, you'd think she'd asked if he was an Exorcist. He scrambles to sit up. "No! Why would-"

"You're ticklish. That's..." She catches herself just before the word precious.

"...What?!" There's an edge of defensiveness to his voice that Rosie very rarely hears from him.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"I'm not emb- That's not- what-" Oh, she's giving him that look. "I'm just- I wasn't-"

As he speaks, Alastor's voice suddenly goes thin. His gaze turns inward. "I'm stuttering. I don't stutter! I've never stuttered!" He clutches his coat closer around himself. "I am the RADIO DEMON, for heaven's sake, I don't sta-AHH! Haha-!"

Evidently a scribble to the ribs is a very effective way to interrupt a panicking demon. Rosie runs her fingers from his hip up his side to his arm and back a couple times for good measure.

The amount of startled laughter she is able to draw from just this surprise touch delights her - the poor man is so ridiculously sensitive that a five-second one-handed tickle leaves him fully breathless.

"Okay! Okay, okahay! Keheh- Rosie!"

"Sorry dear, couldn't resist." She holds her hands up, still beaming like a stadium light. "I'll stop torturing you."

Alastor clears his throat. "You're not torturing me, dearest." He straightens his bowtie, clearly attempting to salvage his dignity. "You know what I always say, laughter is a powerful sign of-"

He cuts off with a sharp inhale and defensive flinch as Rosie perches on the edge of the sofa beside Trudy. She grins.

"You're right. That's certainly your specialty, isn't it?"

Alastor forces a nervous chuckle. "Never fully dressed without a smile, you know."

"Well don't worry, darling. I understand." She pats his knee. "Just because you've got the scariest evil cackle in hell doesn't mean you appreciate having it tickled out of you."

Rosie had expected this assurance to put him at ease, but if anything, he seems more troubled.

"Why would I mind a little, ah..." Tickling. Tick-ling. He can't bring himself to articulate two syllables. Is this all he's left with without his staff? "...Er, a little bit of levity? Can't let things get too serious, can we?" With another quick cough, the radio demon finally manages to get his voice to fall back into his familiar breezy cadence. He turns to Trudy. "Now, are we... quite finished with that examination?"

"Nothing seems amiss, from what I can feel." Trudy takes a step back. "Which is not much, but I think I've already made you uncomfortable enough..."

"Nonsense! I'm perfectly at ease!" He lies back again and smooths his coat. "Please, finish your little checkup. I insist."

Trudy regards him curiously for a moment. "Right." Her hands hover over his belly again. "But if you want me to stop, sir, just say the word-"

"I assure you that w-won't be necessahary..."

Trudy watches him seize up before her fingers even make contact. This time she presses a little deeper into his belly, trying to feel around his defensiveness.

"You are punching holes in my couch," Rosie remarks dryly, watching the poor demon's claws bury themselves in the cushions.

"I kn... ohow, I'm just-" He squeezes his eyes shut as Trudy hits a particularly bad spot. And then another. And another... hell, his torso one big bad spot.

"What do you think, Trudy?"

The young doctor just shakes her head.

"Alastor. Darling. You have GOT to relax."

"I am!" Alastor's composure is dangling by the thinnest of threads.

"Maybe it would help," Trudy says, with infinite caution, "to just go ahead and laugh, sir."

A beat. And then Rosie bursts into laughter.

"Giving new meaning to the 'deer in the headlights' expression, my friend." She scoots closer. "I thought you just said you don't mind a little 'levity'..."

"I don't!"

"In that case. Carry on, Trudy - Auntie Rosie is gonna help our patient out a bit while you work."

Too late, Alastor realizes what his fellow overlord has in mind. "Wait, wait! Ros-"

A delicate set of nails find the region just under his ribs - and it's all downhill from there.

"Ah! Fuhuck!" Alastor chokes on a curse before he can catch himself. He twists sideways, collapses into muffled giggles, and briefly manages to pull himself together - just barely - with a few hyperventilated breaths. "Rosie, really! This isn't- please- ack! I can't-" There's that damn stutter again. He hadn't even stuttered when Adam slashed him.

And now, Great Alastor the Radio Demon, undone by some scribbles? And a medical exam?!

Meanwhile, Trudy can feel even less now than she could before, her patient's belly now quaking with silent, suppressed mirth. But she takes one look at Rosie's delighted expression... and continues probing anyway, curling a subtle little smirk of her own.

It seems Rosie has picked up on a slightly less tangible injury than anything Trudy can address. But fortunately, they've just stumbled upon a promising potential treatment.

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Part 2 is already pretty much finished - my brain is just too mushy at this point to contend with Tumblr's shitty text interface any longer, and this feels like a good stopping point.

Lemme get a good night sleep and another dose of Prozac and I'll have the rest out shortly 😅

💜 - Cozy

#lee!alastor #ler!rosie #ticklish!alastor #oh deer he's ticklish #ticklefic #tickle content #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling

[justtwotired]

Like mother like son Lloyd x OC (platonic)

Alright, so I randomly had an idea, I just watched Percy Jackson, and you know that scene where Percy is like “I am Sally Jackson’s son” yeah that one, but then Lloyd to Misako about an oC (Aruna) because she was like a mom to him when Misako wasn’t there, so I give you Lloyd with a good mother figure.

(I aged the ninja up a bit for this one, because it’s very small Cole x oC but really not the main plot, it might be there if you squint your eyes.

They first met when Lloyd was around six. He had ran from Darkleys and ended up in a small café in Jamanakai. A girl that was 17 years old at the time was working there, as it was her parents shop and she brought him some hot chocolate as he seemed so cold.

“I have no money,” he told her with a sad pout and she smiled at him. “That’s alright, this one’s on me,” she said and he happily thanked her before drinking his hot chocolate.

He stayed for a while after that so she brought him some lemonade. “Where are your parents, sweetheart?” She asked and Lloyd shrugged.

“No idea, I don’t really remember my parents,” he said and her heart broke. “What happened to them?” She asked, wondering if he had maybe been living on the streets after an incident.

“Nothing, my mom left me at a boarding school and I have no idea where dad is,” he said and she frowned a bit. “Do your teachers know you’re here?” She asked worriedly.

“No, not like they’d care at darkleys,” he mumbled and she tried not to scoff. What kind of parent leaves their child at darkleys?

“Why don’t you drink up your lemonade and I’ll get you some paper and crayons,” she said, making him smile as she walked off to the back of the shop.

She came back and gave him the paper and crayons.

“What’s your name, love?” She asked and he looked up at her. “It’s Lloyd,” he said with a smile. “Lloyd Garmadon,” she smiled back at him, she obviously knew who his father was, but she didn’t mind, he seemed like a sweet kid.

“Nice to meet you Lloyd, I’m Aruna Whitlock,” she said, sticking out her hand. He looked at it confused and she smiled. “You shake it,” she whispered and he happily did so.

He stayed until Aruna had to close down, she had given him some food trough the day of course, making sure he was taken care of well. She looked at him as he sat in a corner, now playing games on her iPad.

“Come, I’ll bring you back,” she said and he pouted at her. “I don’t wanna go back,” he said and she gave him a sad look.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I can’t let you stay outside,” she said and he got of his chair, sadly. She took his hand and walked him to her car.

“Can I come back?” He asked. She knew that it wouldn’t be allowed by the school, but she also knew how horrible the school was.

“Whenever you want,” she said, making him grin. This was the first time in Lloyds memories that he experienced love.

The second time he visited, he came to sit with her behind the counter, telling her story’s about himself that definitely didn’t happen.

She did have to scold him a bit, telling him that he shouldn’t steal or be mean to others.

She did give him some cookies and her iPad, letting him watch some videos on YouTube as she helped her customers.

The third time he visited, she was prepared. She had bought some commics, blankets and a hoodie, as the boy always wore a t-shirt even though it was cold outside.

It was plain black, but she hoped he’d like it anyway.

Spoiler alert, he loved it. But the comics weren’t of much use, the boy couldn’t read a word.

Aruna should’ve thought about it, he was only 6 after all. She wondered how he even managed to escape his school all the time.

But now, every time he visited, when there were no clients, she took her time to teach him how to read.

The boy was actually quite smart and at his tenth visit, he could already read small children’s books. He begged Aruna to give him some off the comics to read and she finally gave in.

It went pretty well, but he ran over a lot of times to ask her about a certain word, which she then explained to him.

This is how he became obsessed with starfarer and he visited so much eventually, that it didn’t take long before he had read all of them.

Whenever a new one came out, Aruna bought it so the boy could read it when he came by.

It was his the twenty first time he visited that he proudly showed off his black hoodie, which he painted with white paint so it looked like a skeleton.

It was messy, but Aruna could laugh about it and called it beautiful, making his eyes shine.

One of the days Lloyd best remembers, is the day he visited on a Thursday, the day the shop was closed.

He sat outside the shop door, tears staining his cheeks because he really wanted to see Aruna.

Luckily for him, she had forgotten her phone charger the day before so she found him at the doorstep.

He hugged her tightly when he saw her and in tears he explained that he had missed her so much.

She hugged him and picked him up in her arms. He burried his face in her neck and mumbled something before he fell asleep.

Aruna just opened the cafe door and made a makeshift bed out of some blankets and pillows, where she laid him down.

When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes and found a glass of lemonade and the newest starfarer comic next to him.

He looked up to spot Aruna with a cup of coffee at one of the tables and she winked at him.

He happily read his comic and drank the lemonade. He had run up to her three times to know the meaning of a word or what it said.

“Lloyd,” she said when he finished the comic, he looked up at her with questioning eyes. “Have you heard that there’s a starfarer movie?” She asked and his eyes lit up.

“There is?” He asked and she nodded. “It’s actually in the cinema today… wanna go?” She grinned and his mouth fell open.

“Really?” He asked and she nodded. “Really,” she said.

This day is what Lloyd would call the best day of his life.

It had been a bit longer than a year of his visits. He was at the cafe once every two weeks at least and he and Aruna had became really close.

So close that one day… he accidentally called her mom.

“Oh- I mean, Aruna,” he quickly said, a scared look on his face. She smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

“You can call me mom if you want to, love,” she said and he grinned, showing of his little fangs that Aruna had no idea where he got from.

Years went by and nothing really changed in their cycle, Lloyd visited, called her mom, learned new things and manners, and you could go on.

She loved the boy like a son, she made sure he had a place to go to when he needed help, when he needed a mom.

“Were you demanding candy from the villagers again?” Aruna asked, looking unamused as she raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy, hanging on a wall with the hood of his hoodie.

“Yes…” he mumbled and she sighed. “What did I tell you about bothering people and being disrespectful?” She asked.

“To not do it,” he said, looking at the ground with a pout. “And what did you do?” She asked. “I still did it- but like- this is just mean!” He said and she chuckled.

“You’re right, this is mean,” she said and took him off the wall, holding him in her arms. “So we learned not to do that again, right?” She asked and he nodded, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

She took him inside and gave him some apple juice and a lollipop to keep him busy while she helped her clients.

When there weren’t any clients, Lloyd told her the story about how the ninja had stopped him and where complete meanies, in his words.

She told him that it was not fair how they treated him, but that he should not be a meanie to other people either, making him sigh and nod.

“Shall I bring you home?” She asked and he shook his head. “I’ll walk,” he said and she frowned.

“Are you sure, love? I could give you a ride if you just wait a few hours,” she said but he shook his head.

“No, I want to walk, it’s good for me, right mom?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Yes, exercise is good, but sometimes taking a kind offer is also good,” she bend down to be at his height.

“Yes, but I want to walk, I want to go back anyway,” he said and she chuckled at him and kissed his cheek.

“Than you may walk,” she said and he waved her goodbye through the front windows.

She could never have guessed what Lloyd would do next and she could never have stopped it.

Later that day, some villagers took refuge in her shop. There were serpentine outside, terrorising the people around, they said.

“Lloyd Garmadon is with him, he’s always here, isn’t he?” A woman said and Aruna’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure it was Lloyd?” She asked and the woman nodded. “Pretty sure, he was rather proud with calling his name,” she said and Aruna put a hand over her mouth.

“I am so sorry, stay here, I’ll talk to him,” she said and walked outside. She saw some serpents but it only looked like they were in a hurry to get away.

There wasn’t any sight of Lloyd, but it wouldn’t surprise Aruna if he was really behind it, there were deserted wheelbarrows of candy and Lloyd had always been fascinated by serpentines.

She looked around with sad eyes as some villagers were hurt. She then noticed the ninja were also there.

One dressed in black came over when he saw her staring. “Can we help you, Miss?” He asked and she nodded.

“Please don’t tell me Lloyd was with the serpentine,” she said and his eyebrows rose slightly.

“I- yes, he uh, he was, it actually seemed like he was commanding them,” he said and Aruna groaned.

“He said he was going back to darkleys,” she said, rather disappointed. “You know him?” He asked and Aruna nodded.

“He’s in my shop a lot, can I give you my number, so you can call me if you find him?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, of course,” he said and took out his phone. They exchanged numbers and soon enough he left.

“Did you just get the number of that pretty girl?” Kai teased him and Cole nodded.

“Yes, but not because of what you think, she knows that little trouble maker, she seems to care about his wellbeing,” he said and Jay huffed.

“Why would someone care? He just let the serpentine lose, no one can tell what will happen now,” he said annoyed.

“Awe come on Jay, he’s just a kid,” Nya said and Jay quickly changed sides, stumbling over his words and blushing.

Kai rolled his eyes while Cole laughed at him.

It was a week later when Aruna got a call from Cole.

“Hey, it’s me, the black ninja, but just call me Cole,” he said, a bit awkwardly.

“Have you found Lloyd?” She asked quickly, having been worried all week.

“Yeah, yesterday evening, I didn’t want to bother you so I waited until morning to call,” he said and she just brushed this off.

“It’s fine, where are you? I’m coming over to see him,” she said and he was surprised for a moment but thought it couldn’t hurt if she stopped by. He hadn’t really realised Lloyd was apparently this important to her.

He told her where they were and Aruna grabbed her keys, closed the shop and got into the car, ready to drive over there.

She called her parents on the way, telling them that she closed the shop and they needed to fix someone else because she had an emergency.

Damn was she lucky they were understanding people.

She had already gotten the news that the ninja were taking residence on a flying ship, so she didn’t think much when she saw it.

She rushed on board and the four ninja all seemed to be training there.

The red one seemed to notice her first and greeted her politely. “I’ll go get him,” he said but before he could do so, the boy already came running outside.

“Mom!” He called and jumped into her arms. She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, before putting him down.

“What did I tell you about hurting other people and behaving?” She asked in a scolding tone.

“Always be kind and don’t do anything that might hurt other people or myself,” he said, looking at the ground.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to set the serpentine free?” She asked and he shrugged.

“The ninja had been mean,” he moped and Aruna sighed and looked at the ninja who where staring at them from a few feet distance.

She stood up and crossed her arms. “Did you apologise to him?” She asked in a scolding tone.

“Uh, no?”

“I don’t think we did…”

“Obviously not,”

“I think we might’ve forgot…”

“Apologise to him, now,” she pointed at the boy and the surprised ninja all muttered apologies.

“Have you apologised to the ninja?” She asked the boy who crossed his arms rebelliously.

“What do I have to apologise for? They started it!” He pointed and she raised her eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” She asked and he pouted at her, making tilt her head to the side slightly.

“Sorry mom,” he said before turning to the ninja. “Sorry, I guess,” he said. “Lloyd,” she said and he looked back at her before he turned to the ninja again.

“I’m sorry I set the serpentine free and kind of messed up,” he said.

At that moment, a man with a long white beard came walking outside.

“Sensei Wu! Your sister in law seems to be here!” Kai called and the man looked up in surprise and longing.

“Misako?” He asked and Aruna raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never met him,” she said.

Wu frowned as he walked over. “And I’m sure I never met you,” he said and that’s when Lloyd took over.

“Mom, this my uncle, uncle, this is Aruna, my kind off mother” he said and Aruna chuckled and stuck out her hand for Wu to shake, which he did.

“I think you know I’m not his actual mom- I’m also much to young for that, but he calls me mom,” she said while Lloyd held her hand and leaned against her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aruna,” Wu said kindly, rather happy to see Lloyd had found some sort of parental figure.

“Can she stay with us, please, please, please!? There is enough room on the bounty!” Lloyd begged.

“If she wants to, she may stay here,” Wu said and looked at his students. “Right boys?” He asked.

“Uh, sure, I don’t mind,” Cole shrugged. “I think Nya would like her,” Kai nodded.

The other two agreed aswel and Aruna chuckled.

“I’m not sure Lloyd, I still have the shop and I really don’t want to be a bother,” she said but he rolled his eyes at her.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to quit anyway? Your parents can take care of it, can’t they?” He asked, and even though she thought it irresponsible, she let herself be convinced by Lloyd.

It did lead to the very awkward moment where she met his dad, though.

Garmadon had not been interested in her, at all, but the moment they came back to the ship after trying to save Lloyd, he saw the devastatingly, heartbroken look in the girls eyes when she found out Lloyd was still in the erupting volcano, he thought maybe his son had been really important to her.

He had been right, because the moment Lloyd got back, it wasn’t his father he immediately ran to for comfort and a hug, no he ran to the strange girl and called her mom.

Of course, he did get a hug after, but he was really surprised, because for a second he was conflicted if Misako had just changed so much or if this was just a random girl.

The answer was obvious of course.

When it became clear Lloyd was the green ninja, Aruna had stayed with him all night, because she knew he was going to need her.

In his room, he told her about how heroic he was going to be and how he was going to be a great fighter.

“And than, when the time comes, I will beat-” he cut himself off as realisation flooded trough him. “I will beat my dad…” he said and looked at Aruna with heartbroken eyes, tears starting to spill.

She held him, the whole light she held him. She sat on his bed and he laid in her lap, sobbing until he fell asleep.

The next day the ninja found the two, Lloyd snoring in a sleeping Aruna’s arms, it was the moment they really realised how important this girl was for the boy they actually started to like.

Through the days, the ninja actually became great friends with Aruna, deciding that they had to put up with Lloyd for a long while, so they would be ‘stuck’ with Aruna aswel.

When they defeated the great devourer, she helped them find jobs and things that they could do to earn money.

She loved watching as they trained Lloyd in the Mojo Dojo.

She also loved watching Lloyd glare at Dareth whenever he tried flirting with her.

She did like it when they got the bounty back, it had really started to feel like home to her, and now she could watch the ninja train Lloyd there.

Cole started to make some time to teach Aruna some stuff aswel. “If you’re going to be around for as long as we think, you might aswel learn how to fight, you’re going to need it,” he had told her.

She really liked the training time with Cole and couldn’t help but blush ever time he moved her a bit to better her stance.

The day of the tomorrow’s tea, is a day Aruna would never forget. She had been out for a while, and when she came back, nobody was home.

She didn’t think much off it and waited for them to get back.

They jumped onto the deck one by one and she looked around the group for a few seconds.

“Where are Kai and Lloyd?” She asked, the group exchanged looks and Cole stepped forward.

“Listen, Andy, something happened,” he said and the frowned. “Are they okay? Is Lloyd hurt? Is he in the hospital?” She asked and he quickly calmed her down by grabbing her hand.

“No, it’s not that- it’s… you better see so for yourself,” he said and moments later, Lloyd walked onto the deck.

He only seemed about three or so years younger than she was. Her breath hitched and tears started stinging in her eyes.

What happened to her boy?

“What happened?” She asked, her voice breaking. “There was an incident with some aging tea…” he shrugged, trying to give her as reassuring smile.

It fell when he saw the heartbroken look in her eyes.

“Hey,” he tried to laugh as he walked towards her taking her hands in his. “Mom, I’m still here, alright?” He said and she nodded before pulling him into a hug.

The group watched all a bit mournfully as they watched a mother and son that could be mistaken for a brother and sister, two friends, or even boyfriend and girlfriend (everyone felt disgusted by the last one really) hug, knowing that the bond they had would never be able to break.

Aruna had joined the group when they visited the museum, it was pure coincidence that she was there, but it was lucky she was, because it was important for Lloyd at that moment.

“You guys are such idiots,” Aruna laughed as she looked at the destroyed gift shop. “Oh come on, like you could’ve done it better,” Kai said.

They made their way out of the shop to see Wu with a woman, he seemed rather in love.

“So, are you gonna introduce us?” Jay asked and Wu nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “This is Misako, Lloyds mother,” he said and Aruna felt her heart crashing trough the ground as she looked at the woman who actually really resembled the boy.

They all stood to the side and looked at a surprised Lloyd.

“My- my mother?” He said and the woman smiled.

“Ah, Lloyd? My little boy,” she walked toward him. “You’re so much bigger then I remember. “

Aruna glared slightly at the woman and Cole laid a hand on her shoulder, and gave her a concerned look. She just lightly smiled at him.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long time,” Lloyd said, recoiling from her touch.

“I didn’t want us to meet like this,” Misako shook her head. “I have a reason why I’ve been away!” She tried to explain.

“Well I don’t wanna hear it,” he spat and turned away, walking toward the door.

“Lloyd wait! Please!” She called. “You’re my son!” She cried desperately.

Lloyd turned around and for a moment Misako seemed to have hope until she saw his angry glare.

“I am Aruna Whitlocks son!” He yelled at her before turning away and slamming the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Aruna said, walking toward the door.

“Maybe it’s better if I go to explain my reasons,” Misako laid a hand on Aruna’s shoulder and the girl turned around with a small huff.

“No, I think it’d be better if I go,” she said with a a small sneer.

“And who are you?” Misako asked, a bit irritated. “I am Aruna Whitlock,” she answered with triumph before going after Lloyd.

Aruna found Lloyd sitting at a large sinkhole. She walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, love?” She asked and sat down next to him.

“It’s so unfair how she thinks she can just explain her reasons and think we’re all good again,” he said and rested his head on Aruna’s shoulder.

“It is unfair,” Aruna said. “But maybe if you heard her out, you might want to give her another chance,” she tried and Lloyd huffed.

“Another chance at what?” He asked and Aruna shrugged. “Well she’ll never get another chance at being my mother, that spot is taken,” he said and the girl chuckled.

“Yes, I’d be jealous,” she teased, making him laugh lightly. “But maybe another chance to be in your life,” she combed her hand trough his hair like she did whenever he couldn’t sleep or had a nightmare.

“You might wanna look out, that sinkhole doesn’t have a bottom, son,” the voice of Misako entered the room. “It’s where I found the ancient stone warrior,” she explained.

Aruna stood up from her spot and looked at the woman for a moment. “I’ll leave you to alone, I’ll wait outside,” she said before she kissed the top of Lloyd head and headed outside.

Aruna waited outside of the room and she saw the others about to head inside. “Are you coming aswel, Aruna?” Zane asked and and she gave him a small smile.

“No thanks, I’ll wait,” she said in a small voice. Deep inside, she felt scared that Lloyd would choose Misako as his mother again and they’d lose their spark.

After composing herself, Aruna headed inside, to see what was going on and if the two made up.

“Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had time do,” she heard Misako said. “But faced with saving you and the world, I had no other choice,” she said.

Aruna came to stand with the others and Lloyd stood up.

“I can forgive you,” he said, making Misako smile. “And I can let you back into my life again,” he continued, slowly stepping towards the others behind him.

“But I am afraid to say the face of a mother belongs to someone else,” Lloyd looked at Aruna who gave him a reassuring smile.

(Tell me if you want a part two or maybe a series of this,)

#honestly does anyone like Misako? #ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago misako #cole brookstone x reader #ninjago cole x reader #cole x reader #cole brookstone

[fishsticksloser]

Hello! How are you?

If requests are still open(If I was somehow mistaken when I read open sorry ;-;) can I request Y/n as turtles s/o tending their wounds?

I mean, during the fights they get hurt, mostly after the movie

It's okay if you don't want to do that, you can ignore it <3

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night!

- 👾

Tending to Wounds

RotTMNT + gn!reader

Warnings: injuries, blood, angst, platonic fluff, swearing, alcohol but in the sense of cleaning wounds, not written as headcannons

A/N: Thank you for your request! ☺️ I hope you have a great day/afternoon/evening/night. I moved the order around because my idea for Donnie is... Very angsty... And long... Platonic fluff cause there's nothing saying whether you're dating or not in the drabbles so it's up to interpretation

Leo

Leo hissed as you applied pressure to a decently sized gash on his leg. He placed his hand over yours, a silent plea to be more gentle. Of course that wasn't optional as stopping the bleeding was more important.

"That was incredibly reckless." You grit, wiping away dirt and dried blood.

"I know- Fuck." Leo groans as you apply alcohol to the wound. "A warning would've been nice."

"You get a warning when you stop being reckless."

"I'm sorry..."

You start stitching him up, making sure your not hurting him too bad. You wrap up Leo's leg and start to take care of all the bloody supplies. You stop in front of Leo as he stared at his leg.

"Leo..." You sigh, placing your hand on his shoulder. "You're more important than you realize. You can't just keep throwing yourself out there like that and expect everything to be fine. Your brothers need you... I need you."

Leo reaches for you, pulling you towards him. He rests his forehead on your chest, you feel sobs rock through him. You gently rub his shell and the back of his neck, letting him fall apart peacefully.

Mikey

Mikey's leg bounces anxiously as you gather supplies. It wasn't that Mikey was badly injured, you could just tell that there was a lot. You settle in front of Mike and start to set up.

"Are you okay?" You ask, his knee bumping you. "I mean other than physically."

"Yeah." Mikey answers. "I just... I don't like this part."

"I'll be as nice as I can."

You clean up around the wounds with water, making sure there's nothing in them before you have to apply alcohol. You lean over him, trying to take his attention away from the cuts.

"I'm gonna need you to be the bravest you've ever been." I got this from a comic and :( /pos

You apply the alcohol. You glance at Mikey and see he has his eyes closed tightly. You pat the wounds dry and bandage them up.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" You gather the ruined supplies and throw them away.

"No..." Mikey squints in confusion. "I didn't even feel it."

Raph

Tending to Raph was pretty easy. He stayed very still and didn't pay attention, opting to talk instead.

"You know, there's this new...." Raph talked about the new teddy bear store opening, you zoned out, focusing on the cut on his arm.

He continued to ramble, very excitedly. Soon enough, he was all set. He looked over his bandages and started to leave before turning back to you.

"I should take you there sometime." Raph smiles.

"I'd love that."

Angst Below

Read At Your Own Risk.

Donnie

If you knew how bad it was going to be, you'd have set up before they brought him in. Raph carried Donnie into the lair, yelling for your help. He was quickly rushed to med bay, in and out of consciousness.

"What the hell happened?" You ask, applying pressure to the gash.

"I-I don't know!" Raph stumbles. "I turned around and he..."

"He lost his battle shell getting me out of the way..." Mikey sniffed. "It's my fault..."

"Mikey, it's not your fault." Leo held Mikey, his own tears rolling down his cheeks. "But, you can help, right?"

"It'll take a long time for his shell to heal..." You sigh, Raph hands you the rest of the supplies. "But yeah, I can do it. Can you all wait outside?"

They didn't argue, filling out of the room, slumped. You return to Donnie who lay on his stomach, giving you a clear view of his bleeding shell. You grabbed a pillow, resting it under his head and chest to make him comfortable before setting to work.

You now sat next to Donnie, holding his hand, your head resting against them. You feel Donnie's hand tighten around yours and you shot out of your seat.

"I feel like roadkill." He groans, stretching his limbs slightly.

"You kind of look it." You sigh. He turned to face you, humor dancing in his eyes. Donnie crossed his arm, laying his head on them. "Are you in pain? I can get you some meds if so."

"A little..." He yawns. "I think I'm okay right now." He looked around, seeing his brothers laying together on the floor, fast asleep. "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours." You get him some water, letting him soothe his scratchy throat. "You're okay now. Rest."

Donnie began to doze off again. You kissed his temple and turned off the lights, letting the 4 turtles sleep.

#{fish answers•°} #{👾 anon•°} #rottmnt #rottmnt angst #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rise donnie #rise leo #rise raph #rise mikey #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #leo x reader #rottmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #donnie x reader #donnie tmnt #rottmnt donnie #mikey x reader #mikey tmnt #rottmnt mikey #raph tmnt #raphael x reader #rottmnt raph

[picklebunbun]

adoptive parent! reader + kenny, karen, and kevin

_____________★彡✩ミ★_____________

hc or oneshot/series?: Headcannons

gn reader, they/them prns

genre: bit of angst, fluff

romantic/platonic?: platonic

fandom: South Park

cw: mentions of abuse, mentions of child neglect, mentions of horrible living conditions

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scenario

you’ve heard of how horribly these three kids at south park were being treated, you’re heart immediately ached for them

they were all staying at a foster home, yiu’ve decided to adopt them

their clothes were raggedy with a few hole here and there, they had dirt all over their bodies and looks like they haven’t in years

actual hc

when the three went to your house, it was basically luxury than the house that they used to live in. Touching every little thing in your house

even though he’s the oldest out of the three, Kevin had no idea how to bathe himself or brush his teeth, so when teaching him these things, it was basically like mentoring a toddler

it certainly was nice to eat something other than half eaten poptarts and ice, you actually had a shocked face when seeing how skinny all of them were

Kenny would actually like a room with his little sister, he was always terrified that something would happen to Karen and he wouldn’t be there to stop it

Karen would make you play dress up with her, since she could actually get dolls and dresses. Karen definitely uses up all her princess makeup {not that good on actually putting it on}

During dinnertime, it was really hard to get used to, Karen always got scared of being yelled at for saying anything. Honestly, “dinnertime” back at the old house always made Kenny sick in the stomach but was pleasantly confused when it really wasn’t as bad as he thought

all of their moods significantly approved, even looking and smelling better at school. A lot of students were confused on how different they looked

it would be very wise to block out any 🌽 sites, just incase

the first month/week was extremely tough, it was pretty hard to get them to fully trust you, it’s not that they’re ungrateful, they’ve just gone through so much that it’s difficult to

When they do, it’s really nice, you get to have one-on-one conversations with you. It’s also nice to see them comfortable in your house rather than stand in the corner, scared

Kenny’s friends talk about the sudden change “is that your new parent?“ “yeah they’re really sweet!“ “thank god we don’t have to smell you anymore“

Kevin really likes racecars and comic books, he never had a chance to become an actual teenager and mostly fished with his dad, which he didn’t really like. So, when you bought him those things as a surprise for his birthday, he was absolutely estatic, jumping up and down

Karen likes getting her hair brushed, ever since she saw tangled, she sang the “healing“ song everytime you brush her hair. Karen also wears her Rapunzel tiara all the time, she likes the way it looks!

It was a little confusing seeung Kennt in a princess costume, but it really doesn’t matter, if he wanted to be a princess then he can {even if it’s for a stupid roleplay} you did his make-up and everything, which was nicely done may I add

In all seriousness, you seriously saved them, they can finally be normal kids and not have to worry if they have to eat the grass to survive tommorrow

~~~

#south park x reader #platonic #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #karen mccormick #karen mccormickxreader #kevin mccormick #kevin mccormick x reader #SoundCloud

[opal-owl-flight]

I'm going to pretend that your 3 and 4 were too busy/not mature enough at the time to be in love/develop those feelings back before 4 left.

They were just coworkers having fun, being more than coworkers (friends!), and making memories.

But when 4 came back, those feelings became so much more complex. And things only got worse and harder to understand as 4 and 3's relationship as coworkers and friends became strained, between 3's desire for 4 to surpass them and 4's self-loathing.

3's attempt at fixing things only made things worse, as those feelings became love for a friend, someone important, but not a romantic kind JUST yet. 4 was someone they couldn't bear losing. In their attempts to protect them, they invalidated 4's own feelings (which I'm pretty sure you covered), which resulted in the fight.

I think it would be safe to say that it was when 3 realized how much of the problem they'd inadvertently contributed to, that they also began to love 4 more than as a friend. But it's a bit hard to notice that when you're getting your face mashed up.

Post hospital stay, 3 finally realized that love and became super gay for 4, as seen by the inner 3 reactions.

As for 4's journey, it was very similar in that it wasn't until they were smashing 3's face in that they realized, in those moments with their hands covered in 3's blood, in the moments that they spent with them in the hospital, that some of their own feelings might be turning to love.

Of course, the main feeling during the fight was anger and then horror, but shit happens.

Sorry for the way too long ask, but I've loved your 4 and 3 comics (8 and 4 were super emotional as well, and I greatly enjoyed those ones) and just had to share! ^^;;

You got a lot of it right! Though, the gay doesnt come til after Project Piranesi/Oceanic Labyrinth -- 3's "I love you" in Break is a platonic one, a feeling they held ever since they met, and a feeling that never went away even when they parted.

The relationship strained bc 4 went off and experienced hell in college. She developed a self loathing, and took a break from there. SHe hoped that 3 would be able to fix the issue bc hey...they always know what to do with her (her thought here is "Make me a perfect agent, continue what youve been doing before")... but that didnt happen.

3, now the Captain, taken off the field and directly responsible for the lives of the agents, has become more battle hardened and strict in their duties. They drill the agents to make sure they dont suffer what they did (falling to Tartar specifically), done out of a place of care and love. Theyre scared, really, they feel all this responsibility, add the fact that they dont like acknowledging that they may not be able to save everyone like they usually do before (due to their disability).

They heard 4s pleas and tried to turn her to what she wants. Maybe more. They knew shed surpass them. Its inevitable.

They only wanted her to be the best self she can be. Protect her -- they finally got her back, theyre not losing her again -- even if their methods only served to strain their friendship further.

A huge misunderstanding of 3s motives leads to bitterness from 4. They were her best friend. Now theyre...just like everyone else in college. Disappointed in her (no theyre not). She strived to be whatever perfection they wanted from her. Maybe if she got there, shed stop hating herself. If she got there, maybe theyd love her again (they always did, if...not expressed properly).

Leads to the duel after 3 forced a Leave on her, yada yada.... they make up for lost time after, hanging out as friends again until 4 is confident/feels supported enough to return to agent duties.

In those further duties, 4 starts growing. Finally growing in the right direction. Her confidence swelling to be almost the same as before she went to college (but not completely). I think tje romantic feelings start here? Not sure yet. But its def after time spent together as pals and supporting each other through several of their internal struggles (4 and her self-image, 3 and their limitations)

The Captain's right hand.

The confession likely happens after 4 saves 3 from some situation in Project Piranesi! Consider it a knight saving her monarch from danger.

Thank you sm for the ask! Im glad I managed to get most of my points across in the comics wehe

#opal owl hoots #splatoon #agent 3 #agent 4 #captain 3 #agent 12

[gatitties]

Motherly

─ Kid Pirates x fem!reader (Platonic)

─ Summary: Just some fluff for the Kid Pirates after someone disrespected you.

─ Warnings: none, bad english I guess.

Your footsteps echoed on the deck, the wood creaking under your weight, it was the only sound heard apart from some silent gasps from one of the rooms. You hurried to open the door, loading your medical resources in a disorderly manner on your chest, with no time to waste you rushed to heal the wounded men of the crew.

“Always the same, can't you spend a day without looking for a fight?”

Kid grunted as the alcohol was poured over his open wound, you received no response, but working in silence made it easier to concentrate, when you were done you let out a sigh of relief, seeing your 'kids' injured, mainly the redhead and Killer, they were always the ones more fighters.

How did you end up in this situation? You were someone who only had some medical knowledge, no combat experience and rather weak, it seemed comical that someone like you had to take care of a bunch of sculpted and powerful men who behaved like children looking for constant trouble. But you got caught up in this situation when Kid reverted to trusting people who betrayed him again, it resulted in a pretty badly injured Killer, and yes Kid got down on his knees for you to help him since none of the other doctors on the island seemed want to help him. He might be cocky ass but he wouldn't let someone like his vice commander die in such a painful way.

So because of his revolt you had to sail with them to treat the blond, you certainly clarified a mutual agreement that you would leave the ship once Killer fully recovered, it took a few weeks and if we count that it was not that fast to arrive to the next island... they ended up getting used to you, so much so that Kid practically forced you to stay with them, also because it was nice to have someone with medical knowledge on board, it's not like they didn't have a doctor on board before but they would end up dying because the crew only knew how to get into trouble and not small.

Although you clarified that you definitely were not going to fight alongside them, your hands were only used to heal not to fight, despite being weak surprisingly the captain did not say anything to you, surely because most of the time you would be on the ship, you would not need to step land unless you wanted to buy more medicine or bandages, and you weren't going to put on a show like them anyway.

Inevitably over time, being the affectionate person you were to some degree, in your eyes they became your own fighting sons, you had become the mother of a violent crew of pirates. Every time you saw them jump from the ship to a new island, your heart sank thinking that something could happen to them, you would not stay calm until you see them return safe and sound.

Of course you'd scold them whenever they got into unnecessary battles or if they came back too late from a binge, but seeing your annoyed face as you crossed your arms impatiently tapping the toe of your shoe just made them laugh more than they were scared, it was adorable to see how you tried to scold them when you could barely hit a good punch.

Returning to the current situation, they had done it again, this time in your presence. The crew was in a bar, for once you decided to go out with them since some alcohol was not unpleasant for your body from time to time, everything was fine, there was another group of pirates but things were calm, the men rather focused on ogling the dancer on stage accompanied by music.

You didn't understand how when you returned from the bathroom you found Kid with a broken lip, Heat with blood on his knuckles, Killer cleaning his scythes and Wire holding the collar of the shirt of one of the pirates from the other gang, who just let go hear how you cleared your throat to get his attention. A frown visible on your face, you let your fists rest on your hips demanding an explanation in silence. The four of them looked at each other as if they could communicate with their eyes, they nodded together and Killer carried you on his shoulder, leaving you more than confused.

“Hey, can you tell what-?”

“We're leaving this dump, those idiots have ruined my night.”

Kid grunted stomping ahead of the others, you twisted on the blonde's shoulder but he seemed to have an iron grip on your body, you demanded explanations that weren't given, not even now that you had finished examining and healing them properly. With a sigh of defeat, knowing that you would not get answers, you decided to leave the room to let them rest, maybe they would be in the mood tomorrow.

As a routine, despite not being in charge of the kitchen, you had a morning schedule, so you helped Killer make breakfast more than once, today was no different. You greeted him with a lazy little side hug, getting down to business with him. It was normal for you to work in silence but you could feel that he wanted to tell you something, call it instinct but you could read them like open books, you really thought it was a power that mothers get. You hummed happily when you heard him falsely cough to get your attention, you looked at him for a second to continue with your task, but noticing your movement he decided that it was okay to speak because you would hear him.

“When you left... they began to speak badly about you.”

“Huh?”

“That group of pirates started laughing at you because you seemed so weak and small...” you stopped your actions looking at his mask, thinking about his words “but what really infuriated us was that they tried to talk as if they could kidnap you and use you”

You opened your eyes to the information, so that's why they started the fight? were they defending you? you wanted to make fun of them in a way, that type comments weren't going to affect you in any way, they didn't have to go as far as hitting them.

“They really said very obscene things about you.”

You almost screamed when you heard Heat's calm and low voice, in addition to his hand on your shoulder, you frowned complaining about the fright, which made them laugh at your expression, you snorted when you heard your captain's shameless laugh and Wire's amused grin seeing your shudder. You looked like a scared cat, how could they not protect from stupid bastards?

“That doesn't matter! It's no reason for you to get into fights.” your hands hit the table as if the sound reaffirmed your words “I also have some tricks to kick men.”

You laughed as their expressions twisted into a frown, imagining your 'foolproof' method of hitting men. From their own experience it was better not to get close to you if you were going to throw a kick, you wouldn't know how to use your fists but you had more mobility with your legs.

Everyone sat down to eat as usual, you occasionally scolded Kid for staining his clothes by eating so messy, also cleaning Killer's mask due to his spaghetti hitting it, leaving tomato stains. At least Heat and Wire weren't so messy, which you appreciated.

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[fearyandear]

Where You Stand [Monster! Spidersona Reader x Miguel O'hara]

(Can be read as Romantic or Platonic. Is set as Miguel is still figuring things out, before there were so many spiderpeople he'd bring in)

*Sona's comic book slams down*

So, let's go through this again.

My name is [Insert].

I lived a pretty standard life. 

*Pictures of Sona as a kid, smiling, and slowly stopping as more photos stack of them doing different stuff through the years*

I was bitten by a pretty gnarly spider...

And, I started changing into something…

*grotesque changing sequence in an alley*

Unrecognizable? 

*stumbles through the streets, bumping into someone and spooking them*

Monstrous? 

*Sona looks at themself for the first time through a reflection on a shop's glass, onlookers inside staring at them*

I was so scared, 

*Sona is having a breakdown as they run to their apartment*

I didn't know what I was! I had to hide it,

*Sona locks themself inside their room*

To lock myself away…

*Blanket burrito as parents bang on door, speed up through days of staying locked. Stops and shows MC staring wistfully out the window. It's raining, and dark*

But then…

*lightning flashes, and suddenly there's a figure crouched in the sill*

Someone paid me a visit.

Sona, tingling spidersense going off: "Woah… you're… like me…?"

Miguel, disgusted, looking around the room: "Don’t-Don't ever say that again. Get up."

He was a serious grump that came out of nowhere. And it was like.. 

He was trying to assess me. 

Miguel: 'What are you doing?' 

Sona: 'I liked your cape!'

Miguel: 'You look ridiculous.'

Sona: 'I'm literally copying you!'

It was tough…

*montage of getting beat to the ground multiple times*

But I got to learn a lot of stuff. 

Like that I was part *Spider* of all things!

Sona: 'Woah… I thought I was Mothman'

Miguel: 'What the hell is a Mothman?'

How to change forms at will, how to 'fight' crime, how to shoot my own webs, how to FIGHT THE URGE TO BITE PEOPLE,

*Miguel holding snarling sona back like a dog against webbed up, concerned looking robbers*

Those few days that didn't last long at all. 

*Sona reaches out to try to hold his hand*

I didn't want him to leave, but. 

*He snatches it away. He holds his hand, looks at them, then turns around*

He had a team to take care of. One that I just... couldn't join.

*Portal closes. Sona is alone.*

I admit, that I was angry at first. 

*Sad and lonely Sona shots*

Maybe a little depressed. But. After a while, it was fine.

I got to make my own group.

*Sona saves people*

I helped people.

*Sona takes webbed mutated villain away from the scene*

People like me. 

*Sona takes a bag off the mutant and shows they're in a cheery-looking pit in the sewers with balloons, cake, and 'Rehab for Rehashes' is on a banner in the wall.*

People that were considered 'Other', and were outcasted. 

*Mutant looks around, incredulous*

The people that I should've been fighting.

*cuts to a 'support group' meeting for the people Sona helped, the same mutant talking animatedly*

Heh. I was getting pretty good at 'stopping crime'. In my own way. 

But then...

Civilian 1: 'It's Spiderman!'

Civilian 2: ''We're saved!'

*He* came.

*A more classic-looking spiderman kicks the Mutant across a street*

Another. Spiderperson. 

*Closeup of his get up, as he lifts the mutant up to deliver another punch. Montage of his 'good deeds' plays*

More normal looking, more 'morally aligned.' Accepted and adored like a poster child. 

And I was enemy number one for him. 

*posters of Sona everywhere*

His *nemesis.* 

*video if a fight between Sona and Spiderman plays on a big screen*

He made it his mission to stop me at any cost.

As if *I* was the fraud. 

He took my friends. 

*Sona in the now empty, sad Rehab*

He cornered me to my home... 

*'Civilian' Sona sees cops parked all over where they live*

My family....

*Parents are talking with the police outside as Sona sneaks to listen*

Parent : This explains so much… I just… Where did we go wrong?

....

*Shots of being in the street*

I had to run. 

But anywhere I went, he'd find me. 

*more fighting between the two, more intense*

I couldn't do anything back, I could barely even survive.

*Sona is losing*

It was all over for me. 

*Sona hit to the ground, is closing their eyes* 

I had accepted that this was it.

Except...

*Sounds of Spiderman being hit, Sona opens their eyes and sees a portal glow. Perspective shifts as they're picked up. Miguel is talking to someone else on his comm*

Miguel: 'I told you there couldn't be two spidermen.'

He came back.

*Future shot of a bandaged, sad Sona*

I almost died because I didn't belong in my own universe. 

*touches where the spiderbite was*

Because the spider that bit me… 

*a memory of Sona being shown that dimension, full of monster creatures*

Came from somewhere else. 

I really was the fraud, in the end...

But,

*a hand touches Sona's shoulder*

I was lucky. 

*Sona looks up at Miguel*

Miguel, softly: 'Come on.'

I guess I scored enough brownie points because the Spider Council took pity on me.

They finally let me join. 

*Sona putting on the portal gizmo. Flashes of the following weeks go by*

It's fine. It's fun. I get to go on tons of missions!

Meet so many new people!

And when everyone has to leave back to their own universes…

I… stay and do a bit of cleaning…

Miguel: I told you to stop messing with that. You're gonna make SpiderByte mad.

Sona, sobbing: BUT IM SO BO-HO-HOOOORED

*Sona looks out the building's window, overlooking Nueva York's skyline at night.*

I don't belong anywhere else. 

*Miguel drops a blanket on their shoulders and hands them a cup of steaming liquid*

This is my home now. 

*Sona scooches on the couch and they start going over plans for another mission, paperwork on the table* 

And I'll do anything to keep it that way.

#atsv #spidersona #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x oc #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse miguel #wrote this for my own spidersona but I figured anyone else that's intrigued by such a backstory can make their own monster spideyperson too

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[greatwyrmgold]

After Worm ended, Wildbow shared some Parahumans drafts. There are a lot of interesting details that changed, interesting details that stayed the same, and a few things that were just weird. One weird thing that's stuck in my head for nearly a decade is the Rhizome Epidemic.

Out of the snippets provided, the Rhizome Epidemic is only mentioned in the 2004 one, TELUTT (The Events Leading Up to That Thursday). The Epidemic is a bunch of fungus growing somewhere far north enough that it has glaciers. It is noted for sometimes being hostile and producing materials that make great superhero costumes. No seams, bulletproof, cut-resistant, fireproof, "reduces the force of ambient psychic effects," and sometimes transparent.

I could speculate on the origin of the Rhizome Epidemic, whether it's a half-baked Entity "superweapon" or a biotinker creation or some other power effect, but that's impossible to know and not all that interesting. Instead, I'm going to speculate about why Wildbow included it in 2004 and discarded it by 2011.

So, one of the things Wildbow was trying to do with Earth Bet was construct a world where all the standard superhero tropes made sense. Hence (for instance) the 3-4 obscenely powerful precogs, their disparate goals and indirect conflicts pushing the setting towards a superhero norm.

Obviously, Rhizome fabric is intended to help with this. It's the super-suit—nearly invulnerable to damage, good at protecting its wearer from harm, and none of the unpleasant visual clutter caused by real clothesmaking techniques. It even comes with a built-in justification for cleavage windows and the like. It's not a bulletproof suit with a hole cut out right over her heart, it's a bulletproof suit with transparent fabric over her heart!

So why was the Rhizome cut?

Normally, I would argue that the line between "deconstruction" and "reconstruction" isn't fuzzy so much as nonexistent. Both of them take a closer look at a genre's tropes, depicting what the author thinks is a more reasonable version of them. Deconstructions tend to say "This wouldn't work"; reconstructions tend to say "Here's how this could work," but the two are hardly incompatible...especially since genres tend to have multiple tropes to xeconstruct. There are plenty of stories which people could argue as being either de- or reconstructing something; they might outnumber examples which are unambiguously one or the other.

However, the distinction is the most straightforward way to explain the difference between canon Worm and the Rhizome. Worm leans towards deconstructive; it is focused on the ways its setting differs from the Platonic superhero setting more than the reasons why it has superheroes. By contrast, the Rhizome Epidemic is purely reconstructive. From what we saw in the TELUTT draft, it exists to explain why the best/richest capes have costumes that would fit in a Silver Age comic.

Again, reconstructive elements could exist within Worm without ruining its tone; this is obvious, because they exist. (Coil's plans, particularly his early jobs for the Undersiders, are an obvious example.) But the Rhizome Epidemic would still stand out, because it only justifies a trope—and a pretty inconsequential, aesthetic trope at that.

I can imagine a Worm where Rhizome fabrics were incorporated into the narrative weave. Perhaps the flashy four-color costumes are used as a contrast to the grim and gritty reality of the world, with the Epidemic being a disaster that those in power are letting happen because it's convenient for them.

But at the same time, a world where most notable capes have bulletproof costumes, where superheroines regularly flash their cleavage to the world, and where these things exist because of a super-material that only serves to facilitate fanciful costumes and plot armor, is a softer world than Earth Bet needs to be. Worm isn't grimdark (as I'd define the term), but the darkness is needed for the story we saw to come togehter.

#fungi #parahumans #lore #wildbow