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luxaofhesperides · 1 month

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if you give a ghost a trauma: a parody fic

read on ao3.

Danny wishes to be sent someplace he could have a better family. Unfortunately, that lands him in a Gotham where tropes are made reality to the extreme. He really just can't catch a break. (or: a dcxdp parody fic where i make danny the only one able to see how bizarre things are. this does not help him in any way.)

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“We’re gonna get you!” Maddie Fenton, a Bad Parent™ cries as she shoots her gun at Danny, her half dead son.

“No!” he wails, flying around as he dodges the shots. “I wish my parents weren’t trying to capture me for Evil Science Reasons! I wish I had a better family!”

“Lol, done,” said Desiree, snapping her fingers.

Danny only has time to say Uh-oh before he’s sucked away into a magic portal and spit out into a dark and dreary city. In just the one second he’s there, before he even hits the ground, he hears gunshots, screaming, and the wailing of police sirens. Then he hits the ground and groans, releasing his ghost form to go back to being a human.

“Where am I?” he asks himself, getting to his feet and looking around. The alleyway he’s in is empty and full of garbage just scattered around. Wherever he may be, it clearly needed to invest more in its sanitation department.

He spots a fire escape on the side of a building and uses it to climb onto the rooftop, a totally normal course of action. Then he stares at the city, glowing with the street lights and neon business lights and a spotlight with the shape of a bat in it glowing on the clouds.

“This might as well just happen,” Danny says, “My life is already so weird anyway.”

He stands there for some time, at a loss of what to do next. The wind is cold and brings with it a promise of rain, and from the looks of the dark clouds above him, it’s going to rain soon. Danny needs shelter, fast.

“Hey, kid, you okay?” says someone who snuck up behind him.

Danny shrieks and jumps, nearly going over the edge of the roof.

“Woah!” the person says, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to safety. “That was close!”

Danny blinks up at his savior, then squints. This guy’s definitely not normal, since he’s wearing a domino mask and a lightly armored black suit with a blue bird emblem stretching across his chest.

“Way to nearly kill him, Nightwing,” says a new person, dropping down onto the roof from the sky. This new person wears red and black, a pair of bandoliers crossing over his chest.

“Well, I saved him, didn’t I!”

“Um, hi,” Danny interjects. “Thanks for grabbing me before I fell, but who are you?”

“You don’t know who we are?” blue bird asks rather incredulously.

“Do you think I’m asking just for fun.”

Red and black steps in with a smile. “I’m Red Robin, that’s Nightwing. We’re vigilantes trying to keep Gotham safe.”

Danny makes an educated guess that the city they’re currently in is Gotham. Not a city he’s ever heard before, but what does he know?

“Okay,” he says. There’s really not much else he can say.

“You never answered my question,” Nightwing says. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah, just fine. No idea where I am or how to get home, but it can always be worse, you know?”

“Did you get lost?” Red Robin asks, pulling a holographic computer up from his wrist. Tucker would kill to get his hands on something like that. Danny wonders if he can get his own as a souvenir.

“Something like that, yeah,” he replies. Another few gunshots ring out loudly through the streets, closer than they were before. Danny flinches, then ducks down a little, looking back towards the street apprehensively. “Um. You guys gonna do anything about that?”

The two vigilantes shrug, as if that’s an acceptable course of action. And then a hand shoots up and grabs the edge of the roof by Danny’s foot, making him jump in the air. Nightwing catches him yet again and moves him away from the ledge.

A red helmet, leather jacket wearing guy built like a pro-wrestle hauls himself up the roof easily. There are guns tucked into holsters on his thighs and a red, block bat stuck on his chest.

“Should I be concerned,” Danny says blankly.

“Nah, it’s just Red Hood,” Red Robin replies, “The only person he ever tries to kill is me.”

“Cause you’re a replacement. And also, get over it, that was ages ago We’re good now. I haven’t even had a Pit Rage episode in months!”

“So the bullets you shot at me last week were just for fun?”

“Yeah, and they were rubber, so it’s not like you would have gotten hurt.”

Danny takes a few steps closer to Nightwing, hiding behind him. He’s getting bad vibes all around from that guy.

“Tch,” a new voice says right behind Danny, making him flinch. A young boy with a sword steps out from behind him and joins the crew of vigilantes just hanging out on the roof. “As if he’s even worth that much attention.”

“Hello to you too, Demon Brat,” Red Robin says.

“How many of you are there?” Danny asks. “Don’t you need to like, protect the city?”

“Batgirl and Spoiler are working on it,” Nightwing says.

“We’re doing what?” another voice says, and a energetic blond girl dressed in purple armor hops onto the roof, tucking her grappling hook away. Following her is another person in all black, face fully covered, with stitches covering the mouth portion to make it seem as though they can’t talk. The person leaves the blond girl behind to head straight to Danny, making him take a few nervous steps back.

“Dead,” she says, poking his chest with a finger.

Is that a threat? It feels like a threat.

“No?” he tries.

“What are you talking about, Batgirl?” Red Hood interrupts. “We all know the only dead person here is me.”

Everyone promptly groans, telling him to shut up about it and go one night without mentioning his death.

Okay, that seems concerning! Is he another halfa? Is he like Vlad? Danny’s going to be so mad if he got dropped into another world directly into the hands of another Vlad.

“You’re dead?” he asks, leaning away from Batgirl as she pokes him once more.

“Yeah.”

“Same hat?” Danny tries, squinting at him.

“The fuck?” is the answer, which tells him that he probably doesn’t know what Danny’s on about. There’s still a 6% chance that he’s just lying to make Danny look like a fool, though.

6% is more than 5%, which means it’s enough for him to just act on instinct and walk right up to the gun-wielding Red hood. He tries to consciously use his ghost sense, which is an odd feeling that reminders him of the moment before he hiccups.

A light blue mist wafts out his mouth.

Yep, the rumors are true: this man is dead.

“Once, again,” Red Hood says, “The fuck?”

“Seconded,” Nightwing adds.

“Third!” Spoiler joins in.

Danny takes a page out of Batgirl’s book and pokes Red Hood’s chest. It’s very solid, only hard muscle, and reminds him a bit of Dan. That’s never a good sign. Something about Red Hood is making his skin crawl though, a sense of wrongness that sets alarm bells ringing in the back of his mind.

“Did you come back instantly when you died?” he asks.

The white lenses of Red Hood’s helmet turn neon green. “Why the fuck are you asking me that.”

“Just checking. The green I’m seeing right now is making me think you’re a halfa.”

“What’s a halfa?” Red Robin interjects.

“An unlucky soul like me,” Danny responds, distracted. He lays his palm flat against Red Hood’s chest. The vigilante holds still, as if frozen, letting Danny do as he please. The ectoplasm he feels in other ghosts is usually calm, made unique by the personality of the ghost it belongs to, but it doesn’t roil and try to hurt the host like the ectoplasm in Red Hood is doing.

He pulls back and looks around at the circle of vigilantes surrounding him. “Can anyone answer how he came back? Where did he even find this must rotten ectoplasm?”

“Pit,” Batgirl helpfully answers.

“Pit,” Danny repeats. “Like a pit of death? Toxic sludge? Landfill pit gone evil? What am I working with here.”

“Lazarus Pits,” the little one with the sword says. “How do you know about them?” He then pulls out his sword and points it at Danny, ignoring the way Nightwing hisses Robin, no!

His name is Robin? Isn’t that just Red Robin’s name? Did this Robin have a color added to his name as well?

“I literally don’t, but if it’s green and weird, then it’s probably ecto.” He turns back to Red Hood. “I’m gonna take care of it now.” And then he shoves his hand into Red Hood’s chest, ignoring the alarmed shouts from the other vigilantes. They try to pull him away, but Danny goes intangible, making their hands fall right through him as he gets a good grip on the ecto, sending his own out in a steady stream to chase the rotten flow towards his hand, then yanks it out.

It’s green and goopy in his hands, steaming slightly in the air. “Ew,” Danny says. “That’s nasty. You were just living with this inside you?”

Red Hood doesn’t seem to hear him.

Red Hood takes off his helmet and stares at the rotten ectoplasm in Danny’s hand. Nightwing approaches him cautiously, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Hood? You doing okay? How are you feeling?”

“It’s gone,” Red Hood answers, shocked. “The Pit Rage. It’s gone. I haven’t felt this clear headed since before I died.”

“That must have sucked,” Danny says empathetically, then shakes the nasty ecto off his hand. It lands on the roof with a wet splat.

Once again: ew.

“How did you do that?” Red Robin asks, crowding into Danny’s space. Batgirl slides up behind him, trapping him between them.

“Did you not just watch me yank it out? It was easy. Anyways, y’all got jobs to do, and I got places to go. So I’ll see you never!”

He tries to fly away, but only manages to get a few feet before he’s pulled down by multiple people grabbing at him.

“What is going on here,” A low, gravelly voice demands. Yet another vigilante appears, gliding out of the shadows. This one is much bigger than everyone else, cloaked in darkness, with a helm that has two little ear things poking out on top.

“Batman,” Robin says, “This meta cured Hood of his Pit Madness.”

“I see,” Batman replies, looking Danny over. “Are you an orphan?”

What the fuck. Who just asks that?

“No.”

“Are your parents well?”

“Sure? My mom was pretty energetic while shooting at me before I came here.”

“You do not have to be unsafe in your home again,” Batman says, grabbing something out of his tactical fanny pack. “You can live with us instead.”

He holds out fucking adoption papers.

Danny backs up as fast as he can, shaking his head. “Oh, no! No you don’t! I did not trade one fruitloop for another!”

“No new brother?” Batgirl asks sadly.

“Definitely not,” he insists. “No thank you! I’m fine as I am and fully plan on going home.”

Batman frowns. “You said your mother was shooting at you.”

“Yeah, and? The food in our fridge comes to life every meal and we have to fight it. This is normal for us. Chill out and put those papers away.”

The entire crew of vigilantes seems very put out with Batman obligingly puts the adoption papers away.

“Yeah, I’m done here. Go back to protecting the city. I’m just gonna… go.”

Danny doesn’t wait for them to say anything else before flies away, remembering to go intangible this time. He soars through the polluted streets of Gotham, weaving between tall buildings made with dark stone and decorated with gargoyles. It’s all very dark and dreary, which means Sam would love it.

She would not be loving the pollution, though. Danny certainly isn’t.

“I wish I could go home,” he says loudly, looking up at the sky expectantly.

No magic portal appears to yoink him back.

“I wish I was at home again, and not here!”

Desire does not appear to help him out. She leaves him stranded in Gotham, pouting at the sky until he gives up and flies down to sit on a new roof and angst about his situation. Hopefully this time a gaggle of vigilantes won’t bother him.

Resting his head against his hands, he sighs. Then again, and again, loudly. “Man, this sucks,” he says to himself.

“What’s got a kitten like you so down?” someone says behind him.

“I’m so tired of random people sneaking up behind me on rooftops,” he informs them without turning around. If they wanna talk to him, they gotta got to him, not the other way around.

“Ah, ran into the Bats, did you?”

They’re called Bats? But only two were Bats. None of the other vigilantes fit the theme. That’s just lazy and inconsistent. They should rebrand to something better.

The person walks over and sits down next to him. Danny glances over and is startled to find a woman in a leather body suit, with a hood that has cat ears and googles with an orange tint.

…Is everyone in this city just dressed strangely at all times? Is this the normal fashion of Gotham?

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. Who are you?”

The woman laughs. “Oh, so you haven’t heard of Catwoman?”

“Nope. No clue who you are.”

“Well,” she purrs, “A pleasure to meet you. I’m a thief.”

The dots connect in his mind. “Like a cat burglar!”

“Yes, like that.”

“Man, this city is wild and I come from a place that deals with ghosts on a daily basis.”

“So what are you doing in a place like this? Gotham isn’t kind to newcomers.”

Danny sighs, yet again, and tilts his head back to look up at the cloudy, starless sky. “I made a dumb mistake and got sucked into a magic portal that spit me out here. I have no clue how I’m going to get home.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

He glares at Catwoman. “I’m not open to being adopted. I’ll just eat any papers you send my way.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she reassures, “I have no interest in being a mother. But I have a spare bedroom if you need it, and I wouldn’t mind teaching you a few tricks of the trade. It’ll be fun, messing with Batman.”

Ah, so she’s doing this for Trickster Reasons. Danny can respect that.

And he also doesn’t have any other options. Considering how much gun violence and general violence he’s hearing in this city, he’ll probably be killed an embarrassing number of times just from trying to find a place to sleep on the streets for one night. Between cold, dangerous streets with storm clouds hanging heavy over his head or a guest bedroom in the home of a thief with a theme, there’s really no choice.

“If you don’t mind me hanging around, I’d really appreciate having a place to sleep until I figure out a way home.”

“Come along, then! I was just about to turn in for the night.” Catwoman stands up, stretches, then takes hold of the whip on her waist and snaps it out. She takes a running leap off the building, then throws her whip out to wrap around a billboard to swing across the street.

Danny watches her go, then follows her lead, flying behind her, ready to catch her just in case. But Catwoman moves with ease, clearly experienced in recklessly moving through the streets, and makes her way to a highrise apartment with no trouble at all.

They land on a balcony just as the sky rumbles with ominous thunder. Another second later, and the clouds open up and heavy rain begins to fall.

Catwoman throws the door open and they both scramble to get inside before they get drenched. The lights flick on, revealing a stylish modern apartment, filled with art pieces and ornamental bonsai trees. A few quiet cries come from corners of the room, and then cats appear, one after another, moving around Danny’s legs curiously before turning to Catwoman.

“That was a close one,” Catwoman says conversationally as she takes off her hood and googles, revealing her face. Her pixie cut is messy and her eyes are bright and sharp, just like a cat’s. “I suppose since we’re going to be working together from now on, that we properly introduce ourselves.” She holds out a hand for to shake. “Selina Kyle. I look forward to the trouble we’ll cause together.”

Danny stares down at her hand, then takes hold of it. Looks like he’s going to be a thief! Well, it’ll be a fun story for later.

He doesn’t want his name attached to his new life of crime, though. And, he figures, this is a fresh start. New life, new name. There’s one that pops into mind immediately, and he latches onto it, ready to step into the world of crime.

“Call me Neal Caffrey,” he says, shaking her hand. “I’m ready to start when you are.”

#my writing #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dp x dc fanfic #purposefully writing something bad is actually so freeing. everyone do this it will make writing so much easier #if ure confused abt the neal caffery joke check my end notes on ao3 ;)

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metalotaku-da · 9 months

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Dcxdp Danny phantom and klarion are friends.

Danny as the ghost king who loves to prank loves teaching a younger appearance klarion all kinds of fun gags and tricks of magical nature. It's like the younger sibling he always wanted. And is a nice break from some of his royal duties. But things have been a little busier than usual they haven't gotten to really get out and have fun. Danny is 30 looks 20. Klarion is looking 14. But in the thousands for age.

Klarion is bored and upset. He wants time with Danny to himself. No interruption from clockwork or the eternal. Other ghosts. No one. It's not fair. He needs a plan to sneak Danny out of the infinite realm, hide him and not be the fall guy when they get caught. Because it's clockwork they will be caught it's the when. He needs someone else to do the summoning work. But who and how.

He lands on John Constantine. Clockwork doesn't like him much. And Danny inherited all the old kings claims. So he be able use that if things got dicey. And klarion is not a fan either of the jerk. To buddy buddy with nabou. So he has a fall guy to blame for the summoning. Just needs to setup a prank so good that John thinks he has no choice but to summon someone who could destroy the world.

Takes him a week to land on act like I'm gonna do it so he has to first. Easy. And he can brag to a bunch of villains to really drive the urgency. Perfect.

Plan worked like a charm. Maybe to good though. John got a bunch of heroes to help. No good no good. John is lieing to his super jerk friends. Klarion can see the seal. It will make Danny weaker and lock him to the jerk like a dog on a leash. Not to the artifact he said they could lock him away with. He's gotta fix this quick. He drops in the pawns he recruited to distract. While discreetly changing the ruin on the summoning without mucking it up so it doesn't work. All while fighting zantana, and racing the circle lighting up.

The summoning is completed. But something obviously went very very wrong. Klarion has teakle distract zantana while he goes over the summoning again to see what he shifted. Oopsie. The ruin for shrinking power turned to shrinking age. But thats ok. It can be fixed later. Maybe. Probably. He didn't get the teather changed before it set. But that's an easy fix by killing Constantine. But his friend is here. And now they can really play. So it's all good. Klarion is ecstatic. So much so teakle runs to him as he shrinks causing one of the supers to over swing on an attack on his familiar.

But Danny needs a minute. As he blinks wearily on his feet. Rubbing at his face. Ugh summoning. He hates summoning. And this had to be a strong one. Because he couldn't resist like most of them. Whatever once the brain fog clears he'll be good and can really give the jerks who did a real stern talking to. Or maybe he'll scare them. That sounds better. Standing infront of him is a blonde man looking like a dirty drunk cop dective from TV. Who is gapping at him as a cigarette burns on the ground at his feet. This guy has to be like a gaint too cause Danny has to really crane his head back to look up at his face. There is a bunch of commotion going on but he's to focuses on this weird feeling he has towards this weirdo. Who seems like he's confused. Maybe it was an accident. Whatever. Danny still isn't happy. He puts his hands on his hips. "Hey jerk face! What do you think your doing?" Then Danny's eyes went wide. "Oh by the ancients is that my voice! What's wrong with my voice!" Danny now clutched his throat before waving his arms wildly at the creepy man. "What did you to me you weirdo! I sound like a baby!"

"It a bloody fucking child."

"It's bad to cuss infront of kids Constantine." Someone else says outside the circle.

Danny's head snaps their direction. Danny's eyes widen as he puts his hand into view looking at himself panic taking over and he looks around at all these tall people looking at him or fighting. He opens his mouth to scream in fear or frustration he doesn't know till he hears a voice he recognizes.

"Don't wail, don't wail!" Danny closes his mouth and looks around for the source.

"Klarion?"

"Sorry my bad. I messed up change the circle so it wouldn't weaken you. And well oopsie " klarion rushed into the circle hugging little Danny tight. "But you are here. So now we can play." Klarion gasped as he pulled back from Danny. "I can be the big brother now!"

"Noooooo, klarion I was already a little brother. I wanted to be a big brother more." Danny whined. His white hair flopping over as he rolled his head in complaint.

"To bad. I'm the big brother now. We are gonna have so much fun. You just have to get rid of this looser so we can go do our thing." Klarion gestured towards Constantine.

#fanfic #danny phantom #klarion #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #de aging #john constantine

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albertasunrise · 3 months

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Hope - Hope I See You Again

Masterlist

Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So a longer chapter...Another angst fest but I hope you enjoy. Had most of this written out already hence posting it so quickly after chapter 4, can't wait to heart what y'all think ♥️)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

10 years later...

"Sarah!" Joel calls up the stairs as he munches on his toast "Hunny you're going to be late."

"COMING!" She replied as thumping steps erupted on the landing.

Joel chuckled as he listened to his daughter clamber down the stairs, smiling when she planted a kiss on his cheek and skipped to the plate of toast he left on the side for her.

"You're a good father." She said as she ravaged the breakfast he made her.

"I try to be."

"You make some for Uncle Tommy?" She asked as her ears perked up at the sound of his truck parking on the drive.

"Yeah, yeah..." Joel waved her off "Although he's gonna eat me outa house n' home at this rate."

"Who is?" Tommy asked as he walked into the kitchen, giving his brother a friendly slap on the arm as he passed.

"You asshole." Joel grumbled, eliciting a snigger from Sarah.

"Sarah baby... you're gonna miss the bus if you don't leave." Joel said as he eyed the clock.

"Ah... crap... Okay, gotta go. See ya later Uncle Tommy." She said sweetly as she kissed his cheek before skipping to her father to do the same thing "Still on for tacos tonight?"

"Wouldn't be Tuesday without them." Joel winked before waving at his daughter as she sprinted out the door.

"Ready?" Tommy asked as he unceremoniously shoved the last of his toast into his mouth.

"One of these days, you're gonna choke." He snorted as he pushed himself to his feet "I'm driving today." He said as he snatched up the keys and headed to the garage.

...

Joel was just finishing up laying the table when Sarah came screaming in. He couldn't understand how she had so much energy despite being at school all day and then soccer practice afterwards.

"HEY!" She shouted, practically skipping into the kitchen.

"Hey baby girl, how was your day?" He asked as he grabbed and placed the serving spoon into the bowl of chorizo and potatoes that he'd just finished frying off.

"Great, do you mind if a friend joins us?" She asked sheepishly, smiling sweetly at him as he turned to see a tall boy beside her.

He seemed familiar. His dark hair and piercing blue eyes reminded him of someone he used to know.

"Dad this is Noah." She said sweetly "He's new and his mum wasn't able to get him from school so I said he could come here for dinner and then you could drop him home later?"

The boy's name made Joel's stomach twist. There was no way this was the boy that had been practically glued to Sarah's side as a toddler. There are plenty of kids with that name.

"Baby I-"

"I know I should have asked first but Dad... you always make extra so there will be plenty for all of us." She pleaded with her big brown eyes, knowing that it would win him over.

"I don't wanna impose Mr Miller, sir." Noah said, his head dropping "I can probably walk home from here."

"Sit down." Joel grumbled as he motioned to the table with his head, smiling when Sarah kissed his cheek and whispered thanks in his ear.

He watched as Sarah eagerly dug into the food on the table before noting Noah's hesitance.

"Dig in son." Joel encouraged and Noah gave him a nervous nod before doing as he was bid.

Dinner then passed fairly easily. Sarah talked about school and practice as Noah smiled at her enthusiasm.

"So where are you from Noah?" Joel asked as he wiped his hands on his napkin and grabbed his beer to take a swig.

"I was actually born here." Noah confessed and Joel's heart sped up a little "My parents moved when I was little. Dad wasn't well and so we moved closer to my grandma."

"You don't say." Joel replied, his heart in his throat as Noah continued.

"We moved back here 'cus mum got a job in Austin. Thought it would be good to get a new start after dad..." He trailed off, his eyes growing sad.

"Perhaps next taco Tuesday you can bring Ali?" Sarah suggested as she gave Noah's arm a friendly squeeze.

"Ali?" Joel asked and Noah smiled sweetly "Ali's my little sister. Short for Alison." He replied sweetly "Well little ish... She's a few years younger than me."

"Joel thought he was going to be sick. There was no way this wasn't the Noah he knew as a boy."

"Dad..." Sarah called but Joel felt like he was drowning, her calls for him muffled like his head was underwater.

"DAD!" She shouted and he leapt from his skin as he returned his attention to both of them "You okay?"

"What?" Joel asked as his eyes flitted between the two kids "Oh... Yeah, sorry just uh... Just a long day."

Noah's cell phone ringing filled the awkward silence that had blanketed the room and when he pulled it out to see who it was, he excused himself to take it.

"You sure you're okay dad?" Sarah asked as she grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, baby." He replied sweetly, trying his hardest to be convincing "I'm fine."

10 years earlier...

"Joel, you need to take it easy man." Tommy pleaded as he pushed his brother back onto the bed "They cut into your fucking skull man."

"What I need... is to get out of here." Joel grumbled as he let out a frustrated huff.

"Sarah and I nearly lost you." Tommy choked, his eyes growing glossy as he remembered the last few weeks "We've watched you crash twice... Been told to prepare for the worst more times than I wanna remember... So please, just rest."

"How are they?" He asked and Tommy sighed "They're doing as well as can be expected." Tommy sighed and Joel nodded "I think the kids have been a great distraction though."

Joel smiled at that.

"When do you ship out?" Joel asked, changing the subject and Tommy signed "Sunday. Now you're not knocking on death's door, they've decided it's time for me to leave."

"I'll be okay." Joel promised but Tommy didn't look convinced "I promise."

...

2 weeks later...

Joel watched as you puttered around the house, looking anything but relaxed as you finished clearing up after lunch. He gingerly pushed himself to his feet, wincing when his stitches pulled.

"Need some help?" He asked as he limped into the kitchen.

"No." You replied plainly and Joel sighed.

"Please, let me help." Joel pleaded and you growled in frustration.

"You can help me by sitting the fuck down so you don't pull a stitch." You growled and Joel shrunk back.

You'd been cold towards him since he got out and Joel couldn't say he blamed you. You were now stuck babysitting him as he recovered from three major surgeries on top of his daughter whom you'd been caring for for almost a month.

"Please... I just... I want to help."

"You've done enough Joel." That statement had him shrinking away from you as he nodded.

"I'm going to check on Sarah." He said quietly as he limped from the kitchen.

"She's sleeping."

Joel didn't reply. Just left you to finish your frantic cleaning as he limped away with his tail between his legs.

Present day...

"Sorry." Noah said as he stepped back into the room "Was my mum."

"Everything okay? Sarah asked and Noah nodded.

"Yeah, just a broken arm."

"What happened?" Joel asked, his confusion obvious from his expression.

"Oh, my sister hurt herself during gym." Noah replied "Why mum couldn't grab me... Was up the hospital with her."

"What about you dad?" Joel asked and Noah grew quiet again.

"Noah's dad died a few months ago." Sarah pipped up and Joel's eyes almost bugged out of his skull.

"Shit... I'm... Shit I'm so sorry son I-"

"It's fine." Noah assured him as he gave Joel a weak smile "Not like you knew."

"Do you need me to drop you home?" Joel asked and Noah nodded.

"If you don't mind."

Joel gave him a friendly smile before grabbing his truck keys off the side.

"Come on."

...

Sarah sat in the back as Noah directed Joel home. He couldn't help but think about the little boy he'd known a decade ago and how he'd grown into this polite young man. Part of him wanted to confess that he and Sarah had been inseparable as kids but until he was sure that he was who he thought he was, Joel needed to keep that information to himself.

"This is me." Piped up Noah as he pointed at a house with a Large Volvo parked in the drive.

It was nice. Exactly the sort of house he'd pictured you living in. Pulling up, the porch light flicked on and the door opened, revealing a face that Joel had thought he'd never see again. Time had been kind to you. Your hard was cut to just below the shoulders and wavy and your features had matured but it was unmistakeably you.

"Thanks, Mr Miller, sir." Noah said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his pack "Thanks for letting me crash Taco Tuesday."

"Call me Joel, please."

Noah gave the older man a shy smile before turning to say goodbye to Sarah. Hopping out the truck, Joel watched as Noah jogged up to you and he smiled as he watched to greet the boy with a hug. He'd known you'd be a natural mum.

You glanced up at him and his heart stopped. Your eyes locked and he wondered if you'd recognise him too but when you squinted before raising your hand in thanks, Joel realised it was too dark in the cab for you to see him.

Sarah clambering from the back to the front pulled Joel's attention away from the spot you'd been standing and he chuckled at the inelegant way the 12-year-old dumped herself in the passenger seat.

"So what do you think of Noah?" She asked as she tried to act casual and Joel snorted.

"He's a good kid." Joel replied as he pulled away from the curb "How did you guys meet anyway?"

"He had to redo a year." Sarah replied "Not his fault. His dad was in and out of hospital so he missed a lot of school. When they moved here the school suggested that it would be good for him to redo 5th grade."

"Do you know what happened to his dad?" Joel asked, trying to sound as inconspicuous as possible.

"Apparently his dad was in an accident when he was little. Complications from that had him in and out of hospital but a year ago he got real sick and his immune system just couldn't cope."

Joel once again felt like he was going to be sick.

He'd had suffered a few long things from the crash. Back pain and headaches being the key ones but nothing following the surgery he'd had. So to learn that Alec had continued to suffer in the 10 years that followed the accident had him wanting to pull over and vomit up the tacos they'd eaten for dinner.

You must hate him.

...

"How was your evening hunny?" You asked as you finished unstacking the dishwasher.

"Was great." He replied with a smile "Made a friend. Sarah Miller." He continued as he placed the plate you handed him in the cupboard "She invited me to join her and her dad Joel for taco Tuesday."

"Joel Miller?" You asked, your heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes widened.

"Yeah... You know him?" Noah asked as he turned to face you "Mum?..."

"Um... Uh, yeah I..."

Noah's eye caught a glimpse of a photo on the wall that until now he'd never looked at twice. It was of you and his dad with two guys you'd told him were friends from when you'd lived here. He looked more closely and noted how he was gripping the jeans of a man who looked a lot like Joel and then his eyes flitted to the little girl in the man's arms. His eyes widened as he studied her face.

"This is them... isn't it?" Noah asked as he turned to look at you, pointing at the photo he'd been studying just a moment ago.

"I was best friends with Joel's late wife." You answered as you sat down at the kitchen table "You and Sarah were inseparable as kids." You chuckled as you remembered how fond of Sarah Noah had been.

"Why have you never mentioned them before?"

"Because we fell out of touch." You confessed, "After your dad's accident, things got tense between us."

"Tense?" Noah pushed "How?"

"Joel was driving the car that night." You told him "He almost died but when he left the hospital, I blamed him for your dad's condition and so our friendship kinda fell apart."

"But Dad's car was t-bone by a drunk truck driver." Noah pushed and you sighed.

"I know."

"So it wasn't Joel's fault."

"No." You choked as you remembered how bad things had gotten "But I blamed him anyway.

10 years earlier...

Joel's head was pounding.

Headaches had been a constant complication from the surgery on his head. Limping into the kitchen, he found you leaning against the counter sipping a cup of coffee as you started out the window across from you.

If you heard him enter you didn't show it. It had been a week since you'd snapped at him and Joel had done his best to give you space. Even if that meant suffering his increasingly painful headaches but this one was unbearable.

"Have you seen my pain pills?" He asked as he limped towards you and you shook your head.

"No."

"Any idea where they could be?" He asked as he tried to rummage through the cupboard for them.

"No."

"Please... my head is pounding." He pleaded and that seemed to snap you out of your trance.

"Oh... You have a headache do you?" You growled condescendingly "Poor Joel's head hurts."

"Please." Joel pleaded but you were having none of it.

"Alec is paralysed from the waist down and you want me to keep track of where you put year headache tablets?" You growled and Joel immediately stopped searching.

"I-"

"The man I love... the father of my unborn child is never going to walk again." You snarled as you slammed down your mug, making Joel flinch from the sound "He's never going to walk again... meanwhile, you get to walk away with no long-term consequences. How is that fair?"

"I'm so sorry."

"I don't want your apologies, Joel." You growled, "I just want you out of my life."

Joel didn't care that you could see his tears. He stood there openly sobbing as you scoffed and turned your back from him.

"I think it's time you left." You said as your hand closed around something in front of you, turning to toss his pain pills at him.

Joel didn't reply he just nodded. Limping from the kitchen to pack his things.

He left an hour later.

Present day...

Noah had been off with you since the evening he'd learned his history with Sarah and Joel. You felt guilty about how you'd treated Joel all those years ago but you'd been pregnant and lost. You'd hated the fact that your husband had been crippled for life and needed someone to blame.

You'd blamed Joel.

You were standing in line waiting for your morning coffee when a familiar voice caught your attention. Looking over your shoulder you saw an older Tommy Miller walking towards the bar.

He ordered his coffee, paid then walked towards you. Only to stop in his tracks when he spotted you and his smile disappeared.

"Long time no see." You said when he took a few more tentative steps towards you.

"Yeah. Been a while." He replied plainly and you flinched at his tone.

"How have you been?" You asked and he shrugged.

"Left the army. Working for Joel now." He replied and you nodded.

"How is Joel?" You asked as you accepted your coffee from the barista and thanked them.

"Do you care?" He growled and your brows pulled together.

"Oh course... I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

"He's fine." Tommy grumbled as he poured a few sugars into his coffee before turning to you "He wasn't the night you kicked him out."

"Tommy I-"

"He collapsed after getting out of the taxi that had taken him and Sarah home." He interrupted, his tone ice cold as he turned to face you and leaned in closer "He'd developed another brain bleed and almost died. Ali's parents had to fly out from Canada to take care of Sarah whilst Joel fought for his life for a second time."

"I didn't know." You choked as your hand flew up to your mouth.

"No..." Tommy trailed off as he scoffed at you "You were just too caught up in your own problems to notice how he'd started to go downhill."

You didn't get a chance to reply.

Tommy was out of the door before you could utter a syllable. He just left you standing there feeling terrible about the fact that you had neglected him. You had blamed him for your misfortune and you had pushed him away when he needed you.

You had to fix this.

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mistiell · 9 months

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Summer of '91

Summary: Eddie teaches your four year old daughter, Thea, how to swim.

Pairing: Dad! Eddie x Mom! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Thank you to this ask for inspiring this! I meant for this to be a blurb but I got a little carried away lol

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The summer sun beats down on you from where you're strewn across a sun lounger, beads of condensation weeping off your iced tea where it sits on a little table next to you. Indiana is in the middle of a heatwave, and while the temperatures aren’t quite record breaking, Steve’s been kind enough to offer up his pool to the whole party for the summer.

“Wh– Hey! Keep that shit to yourself!”

A decision he looks like he’s beginning to regret as he defends himself from Dustin and Mike, who are all but beating him with thick pool noodles.

Eddie doesn’t help the situation when he smacks him on the back of the head with his own noodle as he walks towards you, your daughter on his hip and a devious grin lighting up his face, “Language, Harrington. Child on deck.”

The kids (Teenagers now, but they’ll always be kids to you) are quick to gang up on him after that in a chorus of, “yeah, Steve”’s that make Thea giggle, her little cheeks dimpling with her smile.

“Yeah, Steve!” She parrots with her four-and-a-half year old sass that makes you all laugh.

Steve scoffs, but he’s smiling as he gestures toward her, scolding the two boys, “See what you’ve done? You turned her against me!”

Eddie brings his attention to you, grin softening into something less devious, more saccharine as he makes his way over. He bends as much as he's able with Thea in his arms to peck your temple, “Hey, sweet thing.” “Hi, handsome.” You smile, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged and give him space to sit. Your gaze slides over his form, alabaster skin and lean muscle on full display in his black swim trunks. He catches you staring and winks before Thea squirms in his arms, eager hands reaching for you. You’re quick to hook your hands under her armpits and help her onto your lap, “And how are you, Theebie?” “Good! Daddy’s gonna tea-me to swim!” She beams, a few syllables getting lost in her excitement.

“Yeah?” You glance at Eddie, trying to telepathically ask him if he thinks maybe she’s still a little too young. Thankfully, he clocks your apprehension, “Don’t worry, we’re just practicing off the steps first. Right, babes?”

Thea huffs, looking rather displeased as she nods, “Yes, daddy.”

His smile looks relieved. You think there might have been a bit of a dispute inside while he was getting her into her swimsuit. Like her father, she tends to be rather impatient when learning new things, eager to throw herself into the fun stuff without paying much mind to the basics. Or safety. It’s the latter that tends to get the both of them in trouble.

“You wanna join us?” Eddie asks, palm finding your calf and giving it a squeeze, “Cool off a little?”

Idly running your hand up and down the length of Thea’s arm, you smile, “I’m happy here in the sun.”

His face contorts in exaggerated distaste, “What are you, a lizard? It’s boiling out here.”

You scrunch your nose and stick your tongue out with a little hiss, making them both laugh.

He flicks your knee, “Weirdo.” You scoff and narrow your eyes at him, “If I’m a weirdo, you’re a weirder weirdo for marrying me.”

His grin is blinding, “The weirdest.”

Having had her fill of affection and chatter, Thea wriggles out of your arms. Sliding off the side of the lounger, her sandaled feet meet the concrete before she takes Eddie’s hand in both of hers and tries to tug him up with all her might, “Come on, daddy! Swim time!” He sighs dramatically and mock-faints, his head landing just shy of your shin as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead. His hair tickles your skin, “I just don’t think I have the strength!”

Thea — half amused, half annoyed — laughs as she continues to tug at his hand, “Get up, daddy! Up!”

“Perhaps,” He starts, all theatrics. Peeking an eye open, he grins at you mischievously, “True love’s kiss will save me.”

You snort and roll your eyes. You’re sure the smile you’re giving him is lovesick, “You’re such a dork.”

“Kiss him, mommy! Re-live him!”

You don’t bother correcting her this time, finding her dedication to this bit too cute. With a great, heaving sigh, you relent, “Fine. I guess I can spare him.” Taking his face in your hands, you bend at the waist to kiss him chastely. You chuckle as you pull back, jostling his head back and forth gently, “Now go! Your daughter’s waiting.”

“Yes, I'm waiting!” She exclaims as he finally lets her pull him up from the lounge chair.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” You blow him a kiss as they walk towards the pool. He pretends to catch it and kisses his palm.

Eddie jumps into the water and Thea squeals when the water sloshes over the edge and chills her toes. He wades over to the steps to help her down the first three steps until the water is at her waist before backing up, making sure he’s still close enough that he’ll be able to hoist her up if needed. You can’t make out what they’re saying, but you guess Eddie’s telling her what to do based on the way he’s miming the breaststroke in the air.

You can’t help but smile at the determined set of her brows, as if this is the most important thing she’ll ever do. Eddie opens his arms and beckons her forward, lips moving in what you assume is words of encouragement. She hesitates for a moment, before throwing herself towards him, kicking her little legs as hard as she can. She stays afloat for a moment before kicking turns to flailing and Eddie has to come to her rescue. He sets her back on the third step and wades backward again.

It goes on like that for awhile, each time Thea manages to stay above the water just a little longer.

“She’s doing pretty well, huh?” Steve comments, walking over to recline on the lounger next to yours.

You hum, taking your eyes off your husband and daughter for a moment to look at him, “She’s been looking forward to this, you know. Been asking to swim in uncle Steve’s pool since the weather got warm enough.”

He tries not to, but he preens, smiling, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smile back.

“If I’d known, I would’ve invited you over sooner.”

“I know. I didn’t tell you ‘cause I knew you’d bend over backwards to please her.” You chuckle and he laughs along with you. You both know it’s true. The two of you have been best friends for years, and since the moment he saw Thea after she was born, you knew he’d spoil her rotten if given the chance.

“Mommy! Mom!”

You nearly crick your neck with the speed at which you turn your head toward her, heart lodging in your throat until you see she’s fine, just excited. “What, lovely?” You call back. “Watch!” She turns back to Eddie, who you just now notice is a little further away from her and absolutely glowing with pride.

She practically dives forward, lacking any of the hesitation she’d had only two hours ago. Her movements are a little clumsy, and she doesn’t go very fast, but you watch with bated breath as she swims into her father’s arms, giggling breathlessly when he picks her up and smothers her cheek with kisses. The others cheer for her as Eddie helps her out of the water.

“Oh my gosh, baby, I’m so proud of you!” You beam, opening your arms to her as she rushes towards you. She soaks your own swimsuit when she barrels into you and you lift her up onto your lap, peppering a smattering of kisses over her other cheek.

“Our girl can swim!” Eddie grins as he plops down next to you, roughing up her still damp hair.

“You’re a good teacher.” You nudge his shoulder with yours gently.

He nudges you back and looks back at Thea, “I had a great student.”

She beams, looking very proud of herself.

“Can I have a paw-sicle now?” She asks innocently, and you quirk a brow at a suddenly guilty looking Eddie before turning back to her. “Before dinner?”

“Daddy said he’ll give me a paw-sicle if I try off the steps ‘nd not the side.” She explains

“Popsicle, baby. Not Paw-sicle.” You correct gently.

“Ohh. Popsicle.”

“There you go.” You smile. Eddie simpers when you turn to ask him incredulously, “You bribed your daughter with a popsicle?”

His voice raises half an octave as he shrugs, “Maybe?”

You half sigh, half laugh as you shake your head at him.

“Can I have one now?” Thea asks again, growing more impatient by the minute.

You shoot one last half-hearted glare in his direction before nodding, “Okay. Just one, though, alright?” She lights up like a christmas tree and slides off your lap, “Okay! Come on, Daddy!”

He mouths, “Sorry” as she pulls him up off the lounger. Shaking your head, you mouth back, “It’s okay”.

You watch them walk into the house hand in hand with a smile on your face.

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cozage · 7 months

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Fox and Hound

Request by @missscarletta7: This would be about Zoro and it would be pre-straw hats back when he was still a bounty hunter he is trying to catch the reader for their bounty. But the reader is a ninja and keeps narrowly escaping and outsmarting Zoro. It even stops being about collecting the bounty he just wants to catch the reader. Then he finally does but doesn’t have the heart to turn them in and lets them go so he can keep following them

Characters: gn reader x Zoro Word Count: 650

Someone was on your trail, they had been for weeks. You had never seen them, but they were closing in. Fast.

You were an artist of escape, though. You were a master of disguise and hiding in plain sight. Whoever was following you would never be able to find you if they managed to corner you.

Unfortunately, that finally became a reality. You peered down through the trees, watching the path for the person who had been hunting you. A green-haired man with three swords walked along the path, carefully staring at the ground.

Roronoa Zoro. The demon of the East Blue. The man who never stopped tracking a target until he was able to turn them into the Marines.

He stopped a few feet away from your tree, and your heart leaped into your throat. You had laid a false trail, but he seemed to see right through it.

His eyes looked up and scanned the tree line, smirking as he searched for any sign of you.

“I know you’re here!” He called out, confident as he gripped his blade. “We can play this game as much as you want. But I always win.”

You didn’t dare move. You didn’t dare breathe. He was goading you, trying to get you to move or show your hiding spot. But you weren’t so stupid. You wouldn’t give him any indication where you were.

He sighed and shook his head. “Fine. Have it your way.”

He pulled out his blade and sent a swipe across the trunk of the tree you hid in, and the tree began to topple to the ground.

You jumped to a neighboring tree, using the sound of the falling tree to cover your sounds.

But Roronoa saw right through it, and he cut down the next tree, and then the next. And the next.

He was relentless, but you were desperate to escape. So desperate that your haste caused you to land on a dead branch, sending you tumbling to the ground with a surprised yelp.

He was instantly on top of you, pinning you to the ground. You thrashed desperately, trying to get out of his hold. But it was futile; his grip was iron-tight. You were trapped.

He stared down at you, assessing the situation while he waited for you to calm down. Once you had finally given up fighting, you met his eyes.

He smirked. “Gonna beg?”

You scoffed. “In your dreams. I don’t beg. Especially not from the likes of you.”

Zoro laughed. He wasn’t used to this kind of spunk. People were always cocky until he had them in his hold, and then they broke and begged to be let go. You were his first mark who hadn’t groveled.

He was intrigued, he couldn’t lie. He was curious about you and your methods. You had been one of the most skillful people to track. You left almost no trace in every town you visited, which explained why your bounty was so high.

In fact, the only reason he found your trail in the first place was because you had taken a photo with kids at the local orphanage.

He sighed and got up, releasing you from his hold.

“What are you doing?” You asked. You were almost offended. “Am I not a good enough bounty for you?”

“The opposite, actually.” He sheathed his blade, looking back at you still on the ground. “You’re too good.”

You sat up, ready to jump away if he moved to attack again. “Too good?”

“I’m going to find you again,” Zoro promised, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. “And I’ll turn you in next time. So don’t make it too easy, okay?”

“Why are you letting me go?!” You demanded. He won fair and square. It didn’t seem right, even if you were being relieved of a death sentence.

“Because,” he turned back to you one last time. “Chasing after you makes me feel alive.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #cozage #✧˚zoro✧˚

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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oops | peter parker

tw: spidey senses be letting homeboy down

summary: you're just a bit clumsy.

being popular had never been necessary to you. that being said, landing a spot in flash and liz's clique was more of a... mistake, really, than anything else. looking upon it now, as you did every other time, you cringed so hard.

since 7th grade, you'd had the most massive crush on peter parker. it all started when he'd lent you a pencil in math class. why you thought that to be attractive, you weren't sure. but it was. and you hadn't ever been very coordinated around him, to say the least. that year, you'd been partnered with him for a art project. at first, you were very excited, but didn't know that you wouldn't be able to get two words out around him.

the boy had always been picked on by flash, that wasn't news to anyone. when you had accidentally knocked over the glass of bright red paint and spilt it all over the front of his shirt, everyone laughed. they laughed because they thought you did it on purpose. they laughed because they thought it was funny. and they laughed because peter had started crying.

god, that was the most terrible day of your life.

and the worst part?

you had heard him and ned gushing over the new starwars shirt, and that he'd finally saved up enough allowance to buy it (the shirt was limited addition, and was more expensive than it needed to be) earlier that day.

the next day, you tried your hardest to explain it him that it really was just an accident, but he had made it a point to stay away from you, because the poor kid thought you were trying to bully him. not only that, but flash and his clique started to hang out around you, they claimed it was because what you had done was "epic" and "took crazy guts."

his group consisted of liz, gwen, cindy, harry, and himself. and since you had no other friends, you just let it be.

then in 8th grade, you accidentally insulted him, you were trying to make small talk, but ended up humiliating him in front of the entire grade. you'd never forget his bright red face, twisted in embarrassment, tears filling his eyes as he tried to desperately blink them back. that too, you were applauded for by your friends.

basically, every singled time (yes, there were more, but they were not to be spoken about) you'd ended up hurting him. so eventually in freshman, you'd stayed away, fantasizing from afar.

currently you were fantasizing from the bleachers, staring at peter as he did curl-ups as ned kept his feet in place.

"and i know, right? zach is so hot!" liz squealed.

cindy nodded aggressively, "he's so asking you out to the dance, trust me. ooh! i forgot to tell you! harry finally asked me. but i guess i kinda already figured that he would."

dazed, you looked up, "huh? figured who out?"

"that you like peter parker," cindy shrugged.

"yeah, but- wait, what?"

she rolled her eyes, "you've literally been checking him out all period. dude, he totally got a glow-up! did you see his abs?"

yes. duh. what do you think i've been staring at?

you hummed in response instead. "well?"

"well, what, liz?"

"are you gonna ask him?"

"no! he hates me!"

"how do you know?" cindy countered.

"because i bully him!"

"yeah," liz nodded, "i was actually gonna ask about that. do you have, like, a degradation kink or something?"

"one, that's not how those work. two, i didn't mean to do all that... i just... i freeze up around him."

"leave it to our girl to crush on a dork," the korean girl giggled.

"he's not a dork."

they rose an eyebrow at you.

"okay, well, still," you defended, "he's cute."

"girls!" a voice boomed, "you done gossiping?"

"stupid coach," you muttered, before stepping off the bleachers with your friends.

coach doss looked around, clearly last minute planning something. "uh, okay, let's do dodgeball. two teams, a and b. cindy, a. liz, b. harry, a. y/n, b. peter, a," he continued but you ignored that.

you and peter were on opposite sides. and how would that end? you pushed away those thoughts and pressed your lips together. it was fine, no big deal. just avoid him, right?

you picked up a ball, and stood there. kids were yelling and screaming, and you just stood near the corner, where no one noticed you. soon enough, it was you and just some other kids. your teammates looked at you expectantly, and you being you, panicked, not liking the sudden attention. so you squeezed your eyes tight and threw the ball as hard as you could in a random direction.

only when you heard a crack and a yelp did you look up.

and what had you done?

you'd hit peter right in the face. he was clutching his nose, which was bleeding like hell, and groaning in pain. coach blew his whistle and rushed over.

"good going," liz mouthed and your cheeks burned.

"damn, y/n, definitely busted something," harry whistled.

"oh my god, peter, i'm sorry," you rushed out.

coach doss shook his head. "definitely broken. no worries, l/n, it was an accident. go ahead and take him to the nurse. i'll write you a pass."

no worries?

you nodded and walked up to peter, avoiding any and all eye contact. the two of you walked in silence down the hall until:

"why do you hate me?" he blurted out, sounding equal parts pained and confused.

"no, i-i don't hate you!" you said quickly.

"you don't? but... you've been picking on me since... i dunno, middle school?"

"i don't- that's not-" you and two options, tell the truth or go with it. and peter deserved the truth, no matter how embarrassing it was. you inhaled, and in one breath; "ilikeyoualotijustdon'tknowhowtoactlikeanormalpersomaroundyoiandit'sreally-"

"what?"

"i, uh, i like you. like you, like you."

"is- is this another joke?"

"no!"

"i'm sorry, i don't, it's just... you, um, literally bully me."

"i get really nervous around you," you blushed, "i thought you hated me. because... of that."

"i don't hate you, either."

"really?"

"yeah," he paused for a second, "i liked you, too, but i figured you didn't feel the same because, you know."

"god, this is humiliating. i just freeze up around you. and- i, um, yeah."

"well, i don't hate you. and if you're not messing with me-"

"i'm not," you interrupted.

he smiled, "then i'd really like to hang out with you."

"like a date? o-or not, that's fine, too," you stammered.

"yeah. a date."

"cool."

you stared at him for while, "shit, i'm so sorry i broke your nose!"

he laughed as you took a step closer, brushing your fingers over his cheek. realizing how close you were to him, you jerked back, accidentally hitting his. freaking. nose.

"ow," he said quietly.

"oops."

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #clumsy is a lifestyle #accident prone #peter parker x reader

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dazedvivenne · 4 months

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KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN - BLESSED MESS

"Kevin!" Kevin's mom shouted from downstairs, "Supper!" She added while shouting.

You and Kevin could hear Kevin's mom from his room, though you weren't paying attention. "Now my hands are all sticky." You groan, wiping your hands on a paper towel on the ground.

Kevin smirks at you, "Should of just asked my mom for a towel or something." Kevin mumbles. Kevin's eyes wondering to your shirt, it was a v-cut. He could see your form of your breast since you were sitting on the floor and he was sitting on his bed.

"She's your mom." You sighed, looking up at Kevin. You place the last photo on your cardboard for your school project. "At least I get to peel the glue off my hands." You shrugged.

Kevin chuckled, "Let's go before my mom come upstairs-" Kevin was cut off by his mom knocking on the door again.

"Kevin. Is (Y/N) over?" Kevin's mom asked, standing outside Kevin's door. Waiting for him to open it, ever since she caught him jerking off she always knocks or waits for him to open the door.

"You didn't tell your mom I'm here?" You whispered angrily at Kevin. Standing up and putting your hands on your hips like and angry mother. Now looking down at Kevin.

Kevin stood up, putting his hands on your shoulders. "I still haven't talked about us to her. Go hide." Kevin demanded. His hands giving your shoulders a little shove. Licking his lips as you turned around.

You crawled under Kevin's bed, it was a tight space but you fit. You heard Kevin's door open.

"No, she's not here." Kevin clenched his jaw. Annoyed that his mom cared so much about his personal life.

Kevin's mom eyed Kevin. Then past Kevin to the project on the floor. "Are you hungry? Franklin brought home pizza." Kevin's mom inquired. Her eyes meeting Kevin's cold ones.

"No." Kevin then slammed the door in his moms face. Contemplating on wether he should lock the door or not. He decided not to.

Kevin walked over to where your feet barely peeled out under the bed. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you out from under the bed. "Get up." Kevin spoke eagerly.

You got off of the floor, standing in front of Kevin. His hand cupping your jaw, placing wet kisses all over your face. Loud, wet, kisses.

"Kevin!" You pushed him away. His eyes darkened, "I locked the door." Kevin lied, his hands touching your hips. Massaging them, "I wanna cum inside you." Kevin grunted as he kissed your jaw, kissing down to your neck.

You thought for a moment. You knew Kevin would never want to have kids, and he would probably buy you plan-b. So there was no harm done.

Kevin pushed you lightly. Your back landing on his twin sized bed. Kevin grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to him. Your legs in the air against his stomach as he unbuttoned your pants.

"I'm gonna make you beg for me to stop." Kevin growled, pulling your pants off of your legs. Leaving you in your underwear and shirt. Kevin's hands grabbing the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

You quickly arched your back so he could take it off. Once it was off Kevin felt satisfied, "Your so lucky to be able to get my cum." Kevin cooed. Gently pushing some hair behind your ear.

Your legs dangling off the edge of his bed. You smiled, seeing Kevin smiling. His hand gently massaging your cheek then he gave it a harsh slap. "Such a pretty slut for me." Kevin growled. Biting his bottom lip as he unbuttoned his own pants.

You could see the huge bulge in his jeans. It scared you, yet excited you. You bit your bottom lip. Watching as Kevin's manhood sprung out of his jeans.

Kevin stroked himself, looking at your body. "Kevin!" You whisper shouted, wanting him to fuck you already.

Kevin grabbed your underwear and slide them off your legs. Pulling you close to him so he could kiss you. Kevin kissed down your stomach, giving your butterflies. His hands playing with your breast.

"Be a good girl and stay still." Kevin said between kisses. Kisses your inner thigh, then he stood back up and teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Kevin." You whined, really wanting some sort of pleasure. Kevin rubbed your clit with his cock, sliding it against the lips of your pussy. You let out a loud moan. "Shhh. Mommy will catch us." Kevin chuckled, that's exactly what he wanted. It was the only way he could present you as his girlfriend without it being awkward.

Kevin slowly slide his cock inside of you. Staying still for a moment, enjoying the savouriness of your wet, warm core.

You reached for Kevin, but you couldn't reach him. You were lying on your back with your feet on Kevin's shoulders. You grinded yourself into Kevin, he let out a groan.

Kevin roughy grabbed your hips and held them down into his bed. Bound to leave a impeccable bruise. "I said stay still. Didn't I?" Kevin husked, his voice deep but quiet. Kevin grabbed your hands with a steady grip and slammed his hips into yours.

His cock slamming into your core with a loud slap. You let out a whimper of pain and pleasure. Kevin's hips continued to thrust, grunts leaving his perfect pillowy lips.

Your breast bouncing with each slam. Your whole body began to blush. "Faster." You moaned, Kevin smirked.

"Only since you asked to nicely." Kevin said sarcastically, slowing his pace down. Making you cry out. "I'm only teasing." Kevin chuckled, quickening his pace. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moan and groans. Something Kevin could never get sick of.

"Thank you." You panted, with a smile. Kevin bent over and kissed your cheek. "Anything for you." Kevin whispered in your ear.

Kevin's hands now squeezing your hips, his fingernails digging into your soft flesh. "I'm gonna cum." Kevin mewled. His grunts got louder as his pleasure got higher.

"Me to." You mumbled, your hand going down to your clit. Rubbing it circularly with moans. Now usually Kevin would pull out or already of had a condom on, but today he decided to do neither.

Kevin slammed into one last time, you felt his tip twitch and liquid spray your insides. Kevin's head throw back. Your orgasm wasn't as obvious as Kevin's.

Kevin collapsed on top of you. Kissing your forehead, "Your my good girl. All mine." Kevin mumbled into your forehead. Giving it another kiss before standing up, pulling out of you.

He watched as his cum slowly dripped out of your gaping pussy. Kevin jokingly scooped some up with his fingers and put it on your lips. Kevin let out a childish giggle, something rare that you both enjoyed.

#kevin khatchadourian #we need to talk about kevin #smut #ezra miller

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Congratulations on hitting 2k followers! Could I possibly request Steve/skatepark (or roller rink)/bandaids?

This absolutely screamed Dad!Steve, so here ya go!

Warnings: mention of blood

WC: 922

“Daddy, are we there yet?” a tiny voice calls out from the backseat of the Harrington minivan.

“Almost, princess,” Steve replies to your four-year-old daughter as he drives into the parking lot and pulls into the first spot he can find. The skate park is always busy on weekends, and this Saturday morning is no exception.

“We’re here!” Izzy shrieks excitedly, kicking her feet. When she looks out the window and spots Max unloading her own skateboard and a much smaller one from the trunk of her Toyota Corolla, she squeals even louder and frantically waves. “Auntie Max! Auntie Max!”

Max glances over with a huge smile. “My Dizzy Izzy!” she shouts, barely waiting for Steve to kill the engine before bounding over. Even in her early twenties, she has as much energy as she did when she was fifteen. She slides open the van door, scooping Izzy out of her car seat and groaning exaggeratedly when the little girl envelops her in a giant bear hug. “Did you get stronger? Let me see those muscles!”

Izzy flexes her tiny arms and growls, making the three of you laugh. “You’re gonna be stronger than mommy soon!” Max exclaims, making Steve frown.

“What about me?”

“Oh, she’s already stronger than you are,” Max teases, gently placing Izzy on the ground.

“Yeah, Daddy,” Izzy pipes up. “‘Cause girls are stronger than boys!” She looks up at her red-headed role model and gives her a high-five. You take one hand and Max takes her other as you head towards the park gates.

Izzy snaps on her My Little Pony helmet—with matching elbow and knee pads, of course—and whines, “I can’t move!” She walks stiffly, reminding you and Steve of the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. “How am I gonna skate like Auntie Max?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Max assures her. “It’s more important to be safe. I’m wearing my helmet too, see?” She knocks on the blue helmet that rests atop her hair. “And I wore all that other stuff when I first started out.” That part’s a lie, but Izzy buys it, already magically able to move around easier than she did moments before.

“Okay, Wonder Woman,” Steve crouches down to her level. “Remember our rules: listen to Auntie Max, keep all your gear on, and…” He pauses, chuckling at his daughter’s puzzled expression. “And have fun!”

Izzy giggles, grabbing Max’s hand and pulling her towards the ramps. You watch your fearless baby with pride, though your gaze is quickly drawn to your husband’s bouncing leg.

“Y’okay?” you ask, placing your palm over his knee to calm him down.

“No? Yes?” He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “I keep thinking, ‘What if she gets hurt? What if she gets discouraged and doesn’t wanna skate anymore?’ And then I feel guilty, because it makes me kinda happy that I won’t have to worry about her getting hurt.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, lifting your hand from his leg so you can lace your lithe fingers through his thick ones. “Steve, even if she never got on a skateboard, kids get hurt. She could roll off the bed, but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna make her sleep on the floor,” you tease gently. “But look at her go!” You point to Izzy, who is standing on the board while Max pulls her. She’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen. “That’s our girl! We made that little badass!” You knock your knee against his, and you feel him relax a bit.

That relief lasts all of two seconds, which is when a boy of about ten years old flies by Izzy, knocking her off balance. She lands square on her bottom, and it takes a beat for her to process what’s just happened. You watch as her little face contorts and tears slip down her cheeks.

“Izzy!” You call out, turning to Steve to gauge his reaction. But he’s already sprinting to your daughter; you’ve never seen him run so fast. You’d be amused if you weren’t so concerned about Izzy.

Steve picks Izzy up, checking for bumps and bruises. There’s a scrape on her right palm that’s starting to bleed.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says softly, digging into his back pocket. He pulls out a handful of band-aids and quickly rips one open, adhering it to the cut. “See? Good as new!” He puts her back down next to Max. “Now you can skate again.”

Izzy seems hesitant, so you crouch to her level and wipe away her tears. “I bet Auntie Max fell when she was learning.” You look up at Max for confirmation.

“Are you kidding?” she laughs. “I still fall. Like, all the time.” She smiles at Izzy. “Iz, if you don’t want to skate anymore, I won’t be mad. But I think you’re really, really good. And I’d love to see you try again.”

“Okay,” Izzy says slowly, glancing at you and Steve for approval.

“Go kick some butt, princess,” Steve tells her. He wrinkles his nose. “Wait, do princesses skateboard?”

“Duh, Daddy; princesses can do whatever they want!” Izzy replies, picking up her skateboard. “C’mon, Auntie Max!”

As you and Steve meander back to the park bench, you give his hand a squeeze. “You handled that like a champ, babe,” you say. “And good idea bringing those band-aids. I didn’t even think of that.”

“Y’know what they say,” he grins, “you can’t turn off Dad Mode.”

“Who says that?”

“Um, me.”

#bug's 2k celebration #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #dad!steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #stranger things #max mayfield

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milimeters-morales · 5 days

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okay under the readmore is part 1 of a oneshot i wrote about an autistic miles morales for fun, but overlapped pretty conveniently with disability pride month at the time. Really self-indulgent, and i got some nice reviews on it and wanted to test sharing my writing on here for autism acceptance month ^.^

Content Warning: Miles does self harm a good amount in both parts without realizing, and thinks some pretty ableist thoughts (at least I think they would be considered that) about himself every now and then.

Word Count: 5k+

Pairings: Minor Milesganke, everything else is platonic!

Miles lets his feet dangle off the side of the building, his heel hitting the brick wall to a rhythm in his head. One two, swing out, one two, swing out, one two, shake-swing out, and start all over. He layed back on the roof, soaking up the last of the warmth from the sun and heated concrete. It was a common thing he did, this rhythm and movement, it helped him calm down or keep him from getting too bored. Too bored was bad, too bored was almost physically painful, but it’s not like he’d tell anybody that. Well, anybody besides Ganke. The other boy understood that perfectly well, it’s one of the many reasons they’re best friends.

He wasn’t sure why he actually did this though. But he didn’t like to think too hard about it, and he’s always got a lot of other stuff to do anyway!

Speaking of, Miles sits up, still letting his feet hit the wall and bounce off, when there’s a pained shout from below. Seeing a man in a dirty chef’s apron bending over with a hand on his back and a pained expression, Miles jumps down from the roof and lands quietly on the street in front of him.

“Do you want some help?” He asks him. The man nods his head to the paint buckets on the ground next to him, and Miles easily picks them up, barely registering the weight. The man walks stiffly and a bit hunched inside his shop, telling Miles to set the paints down on an empty table.

The inside was a mess. Napkins littered the floors and tables, sauces on the seats and counter, and a whole uneaten meal sat alone on the far end of the counter. Miles glances again at the man. He’s sweaty, exhausted looking, all alone in here going by how Miles can hear only his heartbeat, and he just hurt his back. There’s no way Miles would leave this man to deal with this mess himself.

“I’m gonna clean up these napkins so we don’t slip,” Miles tells him, already picking up the pieces. He wouldn’t slip of course, but the man definitely would if he wasn’t careful. “So, Mr…”

“Call me Bob,” the man says after putting the paints away somewhere in the back of the kitchen.

“Mr. Bob, how’d this even happen?”

Mr. Bob sighs and runs a hand through his short hair. “My kids invited their friends over, made a huge mess, left before I saw it, you know how it is.”

“Yeah,” Miles agrees, not knowing how it is at all. He throws all the napkins in the trash and was about to ask where a towel was so he could clean up some of the sauce mess, but Mr. Bob places his hands on his back again.

“Hey Mr. Spider-Man, how about you run along? My back is killing me, and I don’t wanna make you clean up alone,” he says, eyebags somehow becoming more prominent by the second. Miles winced under the mask and hoped it didn’t translate through.

“That’s nice of you, but are you sure? I really don’t mind,” Miles offers, making a sweeping gesture to the rest of the mess still in the store.

“Nah nah nah, it’s fine. It’s my kids who should be cleaning it up anyway. I’ll make them do it when they get home,” Mr. Bob explains.

Ah, okay. That’s better than the man just working in pain.

“Alright. Bye sir!” Miles leaves Mr. Bob inside the shop, and swings away to another rooftop. He wishes he knew more about treating bad backs though, he might have been able to help more! Maybe he could ask his mom? But wait, would that be an overly familiar thing to do for a stranger? Surely not, helping someone in pain is what he does nearly everyday anyway…but some people get real upset if he has to help them, and he just doesn’t know why. Ugh, so complicated, and for what?

Doing a few extremely low swings that end up sending him high into the air, he lets the wind press against him with each rise and fall. It’s like being smushed, or hugged just tight enough to make you so relaxed that you feel weightless. He gets dizzy sometimes, but in a good way, he promises. He wishes Ganke could feel this. He wishes a lot of people could feel this, actually. They’d be much happier, he’s sure of it!

___

It’s not like he’s… embarrassed, he guesses is the right word, to have to keep shaking his hands at his sides. It’s just that he gets weird looks sometimes when he does it. It’s not often at all, it’s actually pretty rare, but when it does happen, it makes a weird feeling curl in his stomach and around his throat, making it hard to speak, which is embarrassing. It makes him stutter, pronounce words wrong, makes him unable to focus on whatever’s happening, it even made him tear up one time. It’s different, when he just doesn’t speak for a while, because at those times there’s nobody pressuring him to talk or for an answer on why he’s “being weird”.

“Well?” the officer asks. She pointed out his shaking hands, and asked him why he was doing that. And Miles was going to answer her, he was! It’s just… the way she said it. It was like when he got caught drawing on his worksheets and the teacher made him throw the entire paper away and start over. Or his parents caught him sneaking small animals under his clothes into their apartment. Or when the kids at school would try and see what he was drawing by looming over his shoulder.

His chest felt kind of tight. Why did he even let her approach him? He tries to avoid as much interaction with the cops as much as he can besides calling them to places

“I… uh…” was all he could manage to utter. It felt like everyone was staring at him, even when he knew that it wasn’t true.

“Spidey’s still around?” Oh god, of course his dad is here. And approaching rapidly.

“Yeah, was trying to ask about the hand shaky thing, but he just froze up,” the officer explains, turning away briefly- Miles can feel the tightness just a little- shrugging with a raised eyebrow. She tucks her hands in her pockets and turns to look back at Miles. Great. The feeling was back.

“Oh, this?” His dad asks, copying the moment, making it much harder for Miles to not shake his hands. Thanks a lot! “My son does that, lots of kids do that. You don’t do that?”

Miles wants to run, so he does. Not like he needed to be there anymore anyway. He’ll go somewhere that calms him down so much to the point where he doesn’t even need to shake his hands.

___

Pavitr tightens his hold on him, arms a comfortable pressure on his waist. He nuzzles into the crook of Miles’s neck, humming when Miles lets out a happy sigh.

They do this, sometimes, when the stress is becoming too much. Just hold each other. It works out great, because Pavitr loves giving hugs, and Miles likes getting hugs, and they have no problem being this close to each other.

Miles traces a figure eight onto Pavitr’s back, fingers feather-light on him. He doesn’t like pressure the way Miles does, says it makes him feel trapped and anxious, but Miles couldn’t disagree more if he tried. Besides the obvious bad-pressure, like a building and debris falling on you, there’s good-pressure, and that pressure is what Miles craves almost daily. It makes him feel much closer to whatever’s going on around him without making him hypersensitive to it- he can focus better, basically. The weight on his body is like a firm reassurance that he’ll be fine, that he’ll be safe, and that he’s… real. Not some mistake and about to float away into non-existence, or whatever.

He’s heard of weighted blankets, and has been wanting one for a few years now, but he’s always chickened out when it came to asking his parents. And it’s not like he can ask any of the other spiders, then he’d have to lie to his parents how he got it, and he’s trying to keep the “lying to your loved ones” part of being Spider-Man to a minimum. Plus, he just doesn’t think it’s that serious. It’s not like he’ll die without it.

Miles stops drawing the figure in Pavitr’s back and simply rests his hand on the back of his neck.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Pavitr mumbles into his neck.

Miles wishes they weren’t wearing their suits. He’d much rather feel the vibration directly on his skin.

“Nothing,” Miles answers automatically. The two are silent for a bit before Miles continues, “Oh, there was this cop. She kept asking me about this thing I do with my hands-”

“The stimming?”

Miles ignores the interruption and continues, “-where I shake my hands when there’s too much energy somewhere and I get all antsy.”

“Should’ve brought Hobie. He would’ve dealt with her,” Pavitr says, shoulders shaking lightly with silent laughter.

Miles rolls his eyes and raises his chin to rest it on Pavitr’s head. His hair was so soft, it was another thing Miles liked about these cuddle sessions, he guesses he’d call them. Pavitr was a good mix of soft and firm, like a foam cube in a gym or children’s play area.

“Wasn’t really her fault, I just got nervous. Thought she would call me weird or something,” Miles mumbles.

“Don’t they already do that? In the uh- the uhh… The news company with the musical instrument.”

“The Tuba?”

“Yes! That is the one, haha,” Pavitr giggles, “remember when they called you a clone of Peter?”

God, does Miles remember. Not only was it completely out of nowhere, it just didn’t make sense for so many reasons. One, how could a clone be a different race? Two, why would a clone be way younger and have no idea what he’s doing? Wouldn’t you want your clone to be just as smart as you and the same age, so when you died, it’s like nobody would notice? They even sounded different! People called him down just to try and rip his suit to see his face for days, causing fights to break out between civilians when someone tried to defend him. He couldn’t just fight back like usual, so all he could do was lightly slap their hands away or shove them off and swing away, and then just deal with his lowering reputation that came with “self-defense.” He was glad that there were a good few people, his parents included, ready to defend Spidey if they saw that happen in front of him, but it didn’t really matter. He really hated, still hates, the Tuba for that.

He can’t see the humor in it, but a lot of other people found it funny, so maybe it was just a him thing like it sometimes is… yeah, he's probably just missing something. Miles closes his eyes and says, “Yeah,” and relaxes again when Pavitr’s sensed his hold had gotten too loose and tightened it around Miles again.

He’d have to leave eventually, but he’ll enjoy this time while it lasts.

___

“Miles, stop that, you’re gonna get a cramp in your legs,” his mom scolds him lightly as he passes by her.

Miles looks down, and hurries to flatten his feet from walking on his tip-toes. That was always embarrassing to have pointed out, but at least he wasn’t in public doing that.

___

It was all too much. He thought coming to Gwen’s dimension would calm him down, it was much prettier than his and a huge inspiration when it came to art, so he thought he could come here after a particularly bad fight to just enjoy the sights and maybe draw them. But now, he can’t stand the sight of most things. He can’t even stand the feeling of anything. He was huddled on a roof, a dirty, disgusting roof, there’s probably dirt all over him now and his stupid suit- it’s too on him, he can feel it and the sweat scratching at him and trying to seep into his pores. The creases causing awkward pockets where the suit isn’t actually touching him, but he can still feel it, the thought of all the germs and dirt and god , the trash, the wet trash --

how would that feel?

--his body jerks violently and he falls to his knees.

He wants to yell. But even that would feel wrong. He’d feel his voice in his teeth for god’s sake.

He takes off his gloves, but he isn’t even able to enjoy the cool breeze hitting his now exposed hands because his nails, his fucking nails , they hit the concrete and scrape lightly. The feeling sends shivers down his entire body and makes him rip his hands away as if he had been burned, and bite down hard on his fingers. He can’t fucking stand it. He- it’s too much. It’s all too much.

nails on chalkboard

silverware scraping

that man coughing down the street

the smell of approaching rain

metal on your teeth

blood under your nails

flesh squelching in the rubble

sickening crunch

his breath on your face

digging in your skin

too heavy too close he’ll kill you he’ll kill you

His thoughts spiral, he can’t control it. One bad feeling, and he can’t stop thinking about the other bad feelings just like it, and it keeps going until his brain reaches the end of its list.

He hates this. He hates that his brain even does this, that it even thinks it’s the right course of action. Nobody else’s brain does this, he bets. Why is his so dumb that it can’t even realize it’s only making things worse?

Miles keeps biting on his fingers and starts biting on the rest of his hands when the feelings aren’t going away. He tries to him to his favorite song to calm down, but it doesn’t work- nothing is working-

Gwen is here, he vaguely registers in his mind when a black and white blur lands in front of him. She’s here, and she’s grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands out of his mouth, and she’s trying to hold him. He scrambles back, but she catches him and lifts him bridal style. Miles tries to kick out and shoves his hand in her face to make her drop him, but she holds on as tightly as possible. The pressure from her fingers digging into him is- good. Bad. It’s just more touch - he doesn’t want touch right now, he wants pressure-

holding you down you’re a mistake breaking your neck is so easy keep fighting keep fighting

“I know,” he hears faintly. Was that him, or Gwen?

He keeps thrashing in Gwen’s hold, almost escaping once when he bit her shoulder and started to scratch, as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop. It was all a blur, he could only focus on how her heartbeat was too loud, and the feeling of her fingers and just her being so close was confusing his stupid fucking brain, it was all good, but it was actually all bad because he didn’t want that now, it made it worse actually.

“I’m sorry, I know,” he hears Gwen apologize to him.

God. Someone end it. Someone cut him out of his skin. He can’t be here. He tries to wiggle out of her grasp one last time before he gives up and brings his hands back up to his mouth to bite down, to have any sort of control over anything he’s feeling.

“It’ll be okay,” Gwen whispers- still too loud.

He doesn’t really remember much else.

___

Miles rouses slowly. His eyes don’t open immediately when he tries, the crust is uncomfortable on his skin, and his limbs feel like they were made of stone. He turns his head to the side, only to be met with webbing. He moves his body slightly, feeling himself swing. So he’s in a hammock then. That’s fine, it’s better than waking up on the floor. Or that rooftop.

Wait, the roof, Gwen, he bit Gwen-

He sits up and looks out of the hammock as best as he can, quickly spotting the girl gently rubbing her now bandaged shoulder with a solemn expression. Quickly scrambling out and crawling down to be next to her, apologizing before he even hits the ground.

“Gwen, I am so sorry, I have no idea what came over me, I don’t know why I did that to you, I’m so sorry-”

Gwen stops him, “Miles, calm down, I’m fine, see?” She gestures to her shoulder, and his eyes trail down and catch her bandaged hand.

He doesn’t even remember that one, and that makes him feel even worse. Shame curls in his gut, makes his fingers twitch, he feels disgusting.

“Listen, you aren’t disgusting,” Gwen says gently, “you were scared and in pain, you might have been overstimulated. I know it gets really hard to control what you do. I’ve done, like, the same thing.”

Miles nods, not believing her.

“Seriously Miles. I’m not mad or anything.”

Yeah right. Who wouldn’t be mad after being bit and just… being forced to deal with whatever that was. Even he’s mad about it, because it never lasts. It always ends eventually, he doesn’t know why he was being so dramatic and violent when he could have just stayed still and dealt with it until it passed.

It’s whatever. It’s over now, and Gwen is clearly trying to move on from it. He shouldn’t make her more upset. Talking with her is already like walking a tightrope, lately.

“I uh, I wrapped you up in that hammock. Did that help? You said- well, not really said, it was more like… mumbling, that you just wanted pressure. So did that help at all?” Gwen stumbles through asking, fiddling with her hands and furrowing her brow.

Her question takes him out of his thoughts for a second. “I guess it did,” Miles says after a moment of consideration. He honestly wasn’t sure how he was feeling, but he certainly wasn’t feeling bad, so that’s definitely an improvement. He’d have to keep this hammock idea in mind, how did he never think of that?

And like the strings controlling her had been cut, her shoulders drooping and lenses closing as she breathes out a sigh of relief (look at what you did to her, Miles), Gwen reaches out to him. She stops right before they make contact, allowing Miles to move forward and finish the hug. Gwen hugs tighter, but in weird waves, like she doesn’t actually know how long a hug is supposed to last and keeps trying to part when she thinks she should. Miles loves it anyway, because it’s Gwen, and the last time she hugged him this tight was when… oh, nevermind that. He doesn’t want to think about that right now.

Gwen’s hug tightens again, and he feels the tension in his body slipping away.

___

The one thug that’s still conscious decides to try his luck at talking with him.

“So I noticed something…”

Congratulations , Miles doesn’t say. He doesn’t have the energy to speak to anybody for the night, and while people didn’t really like that because it also tended to mean Peter was ready to beat someone to a pulp, they’ve learned that sometimes the new Spider-Man was just… didn’t speak.

“Why are you organizing us by shoe size? And you got Har- um, gray tennis shoes wrong. He wears a size 11.”

A good save on the name reveal AND a correction so his order is perfect? Well mister, looks like you’re walking away scott-free tonight!

Just kidding . Miles smiles to himself as he picks up “Gray Tennis Shoes” and places him in between Blue Nikes (size 10) and Black Boots (size 12 and a half). He turns back towards the talking thug, pointing to his shoes, who sighs before answering, “Size 7. And a half.”

Miles smiles wider as he drags the cocooned man to the right spot, and begins walking away to investigate the den.

“Wait, you didn’t answer my question! Why are you organizing us like this?” The man calls out to him, trying to sit up but failing.

Because he overheard cops on duty making fun of the way he organized people by their hair color last time. He had to go for something a bit less noticeable. Obviously.

But Miles doesn’t say any of this, because he just doesn’t want to. Not like he had to answer that guy anyway.

___

Now, don’t get him wrong. He doesn’t have complete control over when he wants to speak or not, as much as he’d like to pretend he does to save himself some embarrassment from admitting it. And it seems to be both random and stress-induced, which is already bad when you’re Spider-Man. Most of your days are extremely stressful with worrying about the best outcomes, the best and most effective ways to save people in danger, time management because of school or a job interview or a party your parents threw that you cannot be late for again, the usual. The simple moments to help around are like a mini-break where he can take his time to breathe and get a second wind, so they’re greatly appreciated. Don’t even get him started on the power-naps he can sometimes sneak in if it’s a calm enough day with just the right temperature and breeze…

Off track. Basically, he can’t always control if he goes silent or not.

Right now, during the cleanup after a fight, where all the debris is moved to small piles for him and others to clean up, and any civilians injured are given medical attention immediately or taken away to hospitals, he can’t speak. The villain- which looked surprisingly too high definition- only stopped attacking after it heard a little girl screaming, and it was pulled through a portal by a red, blue, and white hand. Miles didn’t even care about a Rhino from a different dimension somehow turning up here, and what that could mean about the (worsening) stability of his dimension, he just wanted to curl up somewhere nice and dark, and sleep for fifteen hours.

But Spider-Man has a duty to the people.

He removes the last bit of rubble from on top of a woman’s car, tears in her eyes as he guides her away from the smashed vehicle. She’s certainly going to have to replace it, but she definitely has bigger things to worry about, like the glass sticking out of her arm from jumping through the storefront window to avoid the Rhino’s rampage.

That was pretty badass of you, he can’t say. He frowns. He wanted to make her feel a bit better. That’s one of the many drawbacks of this unwilling silence, it prevented him from comforting people in the way he knows best: talking their ear off until they’re too absorbed in (or annoyed by) his ramblings to freak out.

He sits with her in an ambulance that’s treating the people with more minor injuries. The paramedics are stretched thin, so he’s here taking the smallest pieces out of her arm while the paramedic is on her other side and checking for a concussion.

The woman winces.

Sorry, he can’t say, but he looks up with a sad expression to meet her own exhausted and tear-streaked face, and knows the message isn’t getting across.

He goes back to pulling the glass out. He can’t even apologize for all the pain he’s causing her.

Focus, Miles.

“Spider-Man, you’re alright?” The paramedic asks after the woman is cleared and sent off. The hospitals have been at their highest capacity since… ugh. He doesn’t want to think about it when he has something to focus on now. “Not a talking day?”

Miles shakes his head, already making his way to help other people.

The entire time he’s pulling more glass shards out, holding more hands through painful processes and anxious checkups, hugging more children and holding more babies as the parents are found and reunited, simply sitting with those too shocked to even understand what had just happened, not once does the barrier come down. The people look to him for words of encouragement, assurances that it’ll be okay, they cling tighter to him and hope he’ll say something kind to ease their fear, that the person on the stretcher will survive and heal just fine.

And it breaks his heart when people see he won’t say anything, it makes him feel so useless, what is he even sticking around for? He sees the hope leave their eyes, sees it replaced by grief, by horror, by nothingness. Nothingness is the worst, if you ask him. They’ve given up because he can’t even muster up enough strength to say a few simple words. It shouldn’t be this hard for him, Spider-Man, to say “you’re okay” or “take a breath” for god’s sake! If he could, he would yell until his throat was raw about how he was sorry for all this pain he’s only made worse. How everyone would be fine, just don’t look at the bodies! How they just needed to follow his breathing, and to follow him to the ambulance! Don’t worry about your destroyed car! How he’ll do better, he won’t let something like this happen again, how didn’t want this, didn’t choose this, he wants to tell them so bad-

But he can’t. So he doesn’t.

The probably-now-orphaned girl clings to his legs as they stand in front of a pile of rubble Miles hadn’t moved yet. He knew there were bodies (or what used to be bodies, anyway) under there, heard the heartbeats instantly stop while the Rhino threw the hunk of concrete so he could hold Miles down and slam his fist into his entire body. He thinks she was the one who screamed and stopped that Rhino for enough seconds to be taken away. There was blood splattered on the bottom of her frilly green dress, and all over her legs and shoes, and Miles just hopes she has family somewhere that’ll take her in.

He really should move her away from this. At least cover her eyes.

You’re a hero, he can’t say. And I know it doesn’t mean anything right now, but you’ve saved a lot of people, he hopes his look to her gets across. You saved me.

The girl looks up at him with angry eyes and a dirty face, clean lines created by her tears going down her cheeks. Some good that did, she’s saying.

Miles says nothing, because of course he doesn’t, and holds her hand as they walk to an ambulance. She needs that blood cleaned off her.

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Miles sobs into Ganke’s pillow, wishing the boy would return from the nurse’s office quicker. It’s been a week since then, and now he’s finally able to talk. So of course the first thing his brain makes him do is cry so hard he can’t even breathe properly. Ganke was appropriately freaked out by his sudden crying spell, and went to go get an ice pack for him for the headache that was sure to follow.

The hiccups are bordering on painful now, his teeth and jaw aching from grinding his teeth so he doesn’t cry too loud when he needs to take a break from practically suffocating himself in the pillow. He can still see the blood on the ground, on the rubble, and on the little girl’s dress.

He closes his eyes and covers his ears, for a reason he doesn’t understand, curling up and sobbing some more into the pillow. He tries to dig his toenails into his other foot’s skin, the pain doing nothing but making him flinch. Maybe it just wasn’t the right spot to get rid of it, these thoughts. If he found the right spot, maybe even combination, his brain would focus on the pain instead of these horrible memories.

He removes his face from the pillow and bites down on his hand and scratches at the side of his face, his thighs, his neck, any skin he can reach. He finally feels the switch from “slightly painful and annoying” to “very painful, we’re in danger” like a gentle wave, and releases his hand from his jaw, letting out a weak cough of relief as he falls limply back onto the bed. His breathing makes it sound like he just ran a marathon, and It aches and burns like he just did too. A lot. His mind is blessedly empty and numb, he realizes, as his eyes struggle to stay open. What’s he fighting it for again?

Ganke. Right. Ganke was coming back with an ice pack for the headache that hasn’t hit yet. Stay awake for Ganke.

He inhales his friend’s faint scent from the pillow and sheets, and feels the dip in the mattress from where Ganke sleeps, a bit off center. Miles always tells him to flip his mattress, but he never does.

He faintly hears the door opening over the blood rushing in his ears, and feels a hand grab his own. The touch is gentle, but is gone before he has the chance to lean into it. There’s a welcomed cold sensation on his forehead, making him shudder and sigh.

And he’s waking up, the alarm screeching into his ear and making him groan in annoyance. He goes to smash the alarm clock, but a hand catches his before it could do any damage.

“Not this time man,” Ganke’s sleepy voice scolded from above, “we aren’t replacing that thing again.”

Above?

Miles opened his eyes, realizing he was in Ganke’s bunk. Oops. An apology was already on his lips as he peeked out from under the bunk, but it died on the tip of his tongue at the sight of Ganke’s bed-head, squinted eyes, and scrunched up nose.

“You good? Because I had to take care of your hand last night,” the boy asks with a yawn.

Miles looks down at his hands and his eyes widen in shock. His right hand was bandaged up in a white gauze, albeit a little sloppily, like Ganke was in a rush or something when he did it.

“Yeah, sorry if it looks bad. It’s just that I wasn’t really expecting you to break skin,” the boy tells him, “have you seen my glasses?”

“They’re on your forehead,” Miles tells him in a fond tone, “and thanks man. I know it’s weird-”

“Uh uhn, don’t start that now. It’s too early in the morning for me to talk with you about if anything’s weird or not.”

Miles shrugs and rolls his eyes. “It’s always too early in the morning for you,” he says as he tries to find his clothes to get ready for the day.

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Dear Diary,

Haven’t been the best lately. It’s like i’ve only been hurting people and myself. I bit Gwen a few weeks ago, then i couldn’t speak and help people when that Rhino dude came, and last night i bit my own hand. I know it’s bad and gross, but it feels like it’s the only thing i can do sometimes even when i can’t really control it. And it works for me most of the time so it’s real confusing. It’s like i don’t have control, and then next thing i know i’m biting myself, and i’m calmer. Ganke says it’s not weird, just worrying, but i’ve never seen anyone else do it. Guess i never really bothered to look it up either because i know it’s bad. wanted to end this entry on a good note but i can’t think of anything. tomorrow is another day though so there’s that.

Part 2 >>>

#miles morales #spider man #spiderman #my writing #spiderverse #atsv #what tags do i use for this. like. i guess uh #atsv fanfiction #???#m&m posts #oneshot #not beta'd

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Summary - With the weight of change, Tomek's attention is shifted off what plagues him. His mother's desire for normalcy seems scarce, but his sister takes his mind away from how upside down their lives have turned.

“C’mon, mate, mum’ll have dinner ready soon.”

"Silly... Supposed t’ be the brave big brother…”

Tomek sat on a beanbag in Billie's room. Fingers twisted at red curls while tired eyes stared at the carpet. Tension that had built up over the course of a discussion about the future now threatened to wrench the offending hairs free from his scalp. He doesn't move to get up at the suggestion of dinner. Instead, holding out his free hand to Billie as she walks past. Seeking a small moment of comfort from her.

Billie paused on her path, grabbing the hand and pulling him up from the beanbag, "You'll always be me brave big brother... It'd be too boring around here without ya, who would we spend time with when Mum and Da are outta the house if we didn't have each other?"

Billie's hand still held firm to Tomek's, the other reaching out to open the door.

A genuine smile flickers across Tomek's face, giving Billie's hand a small squeeze as she held firm to him. Pulling him along as she open the bedroom door.

"Who'd keep ya from burning it down, ya mean." He suddenly pulls, using his grip on Billie to launch himself ahead and kick off an impromptu race to get downstairs to the kitchen first.

“Last one down helps Mum with the dishes!” Tomek laughs, his longer legs carrying him to an early lead before stairs forced him to slow lest he fall down them.

“Oh, yea, yea! Like you’d be any better on yer own!” Billie rushes behind him, trying to get an advantage, hopping to slide down the railing and zip past her more cautious sibling.

"No ya don't!" Tomek lunges down the last few steps. Catching up just as she dismounts. Snatching Billie around the waist before feet can hit the floor to swing around and switch their positions.

“No running in the house! Both of you!” Skarlet calls from the dining room, “we have enough to worry about, do not add broken bones onto that list!”

Words that went either unheard or unheeded in a burst of laughter and squeals. Billie squirming in Tomek’s arms. Trying to get onto his back to latch on like a koala. The tumultuous shift of weight threw the older brother off balance. A flash of instinct making sure he twists so that he's the one that hits the floor, Billie landing on top of him with the resulting thud reverberating through carpet floors.

"Urg…" Tomek lets out a dazed wheeze followed by a grunt of protest as Billie clambers free. Her hand smooshing Tomek’s head into the rug ever so slightly before attempting to keep her winning streak.

Deftly dodging Tomek's attempts to capture her ankles, she leapt forward straight into a torn grease stained band shirt.

“Come on, Da! I’m not doin’ dishes again tonight! Tommy’s gonna win if ya don’t let me through!” Billie breaths in heavy pants when Kano scoops her up. Even at this age, he’s easily able to tuck her under his arm like a football.

"How bout the both a ya do dishes tonight." Despite stern words, he was unable to keep a smirk off his face. "Give your poor ma a break."

He leans over to grab Tomek by a leg, hauling and dragging both kids to the dining room.

"Aw c'mon...!" Tomek twists, protesting more on principle than any dislike of doing dishes. Holding his hoodie down as he's pulled along, trying to prevent any rug burn.

“Nooooo! Why don’t you do it? She’s your wife!” Billie hung loose in his arms, dangling in dead weight. “Besides, I did it yesterday! Should be Tommy's turn!”

Skarlet snickered softly, moving plates to the table. “But the two of you know the price for roughhousing. How many times have we all been over it? That stays outside!”

"I started it, I'll do it." Tomek mumbled from the floor, rolling onto his feet once Kano released him.

"No. Both a ya, ya heard what mum said." Kano plopped Billie in a seat and went to help Skarlet with moving the food to the table.

Billie grumbled softly, “Thanks a lot, Da…”

#mk nightrider #mk oc tomek #mk oc billie #mortal kombat #mortal kombat fanfiction #mk skarlet #mk kano #cutting room floor - writing

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igot-sarang-ggg · 1 year

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Wine and Rewind (Leone Abbacchio x Reader)

MasterList

Small Summary: , Abbacchio's worried about you going on your own to scout the area ahead of them.

Small mentions: SPOILERS, death, angst, f!reader, blood, Miss use of stand, spell check is out the window..

"Why do you look so sad Leone? Are you gonna miss me?" She poured herself some of my wine, it was just me and her in the turtle since the others had to use the restroom. "Yeah right, like I'd miss you." I will miss you, why did you have to go, scout, the area? She took a sip of the wine, "I'm not gonna be gone for long Leone, Bruno just wanted me to scout the area ahead of the group before you guys get there. I'll be back you don't have to worry." She placed the cup down and looked at me her expression changed she was more serious now.

"Hey...If something were to happen to me while I'm alone at the location. I want you to keep moving forward and complete the mission you guys were assigned to... Got it." I rolled my eyes at her, "Why do you always talk nonsense? You'll live, and if something were to happen to you that Blonde hair kid could heal you." I pulled her closer to me and gently kissed her lips, "I won't let anything happen to you amore mio." I kissed her again and held her tighter, "Once you get back and this mission is over I have a surprise for you."

I took her wine glass and drank from it."Hey, that's mine!" We laughed together and then Bucciarati entered the Key. "Y/n, I need to start heading out to scout the area. We trust that you'll succeed and come back alive." She nodded at Bucciarati "I'll see you then, amore." She kissed me one more time and left. "Don't worry Abbacchio she'll return safely." Bucciarati gave me a reassuring smile but I had my doughts about her leaving by herself.

After an hour or two we headed out to the location to meet with Y/n. "Narancia, are you picking up anything, even a weak single?" Bucciarati asked. "No, nothing... I can't find her or a stand user." I looked at Mista, and he nodded. "We may need to get closer. Proceed with caution." Bucciarati stated.

"I found something. Weak breathing spotted eight o clock." Narancia lead the way to the single, once we got there; a man was laying on the floor he was having trouble breathing. Judging by the color on his face Y/n must have used her stand on him... but, where is she? "Narancia are you getting any other singles, nearb-?"

"Bucciarati," Giorno called us over when we turned the corner... there she was.

Her lifeless body lay on the ground in front of us, her eyes were open, and the blood that had spilled out was now dry. Narancia bent down taking her lifeless body in his arms and lightly slapping her face. "Hey... Y/n you're still alive, right? Come on blink! If this is some sick joke you got us you can stop now! Come on sis please tell me it's a joke." Y/n was like a big sister to Narancia and the others.

I wanted to cry, "Giorno you have to heal her right?" I asked him, "I already tried to heal her but it didn't work... she's gone." Lowing my head, I called Moody Jazz out and had it take Y/n's form. She must have left a message for us before passing. Right? I played back an hour before we arrived and that was the moment she was injured and fell to the ground, a few feet away from her resting place. We all watched.

"Shit, I'm badly injured... I was able to land a punch on him... My stand should be taking effect..." She looked at the hole that was on the side, "but he got me. The poison should take effect in a few minutes." She started dragging herself, "I need to stop the bleeding somehow. I'll join you guys soon, please hurry." A few tears slid down her face, "I'm sorry... I wasn't able to fulfill my mission completely... I don't wanna die here, he might c-come back again." She stood up stumbling her way to the spot we found her, she sat down removing a part of her sleeve and wrapping it around her arm. "It's... not stopping..."

"I'm losing energy... I'm not sure if Leone is gonna use Moody Jazz but..." She looked around her, I guess she knew we would find her and were surrounding her now lifeless body. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this. Pl-please continue with the mission and make sure Trish is safe. I love you all... You were... you are like my family to me..." She started coughing, blood came out. "Y/n..." I said to myself there was a lump in my throat as I watched her.

"Leone, I lo- love you. Be strong." Her eyes were becoming heavy and then her breathing stopped. The rest of the recording was just her laying on the spot we found her. Mista touched my shoulder I called back Moody Jazz. Everyone's heads were down, concealing tears. "We need to move there might be another enemy nearby. Abbacchio and Giorno get in the turtle. I'll inform Trish and Fugo of what happened to Y/n. Mista, Narancia, take us to the next location."

We completed our mission, we lost Narancia and Bucciarati along the way. Giorno's now the head of the Mafia. "Giorno, is it okay if I take some time to process all of this?"

"Of course, take your time Abbacchio. Mista took some time off as well to clear his head. I know losing someone you care about is hard so please take your time." I said my farewell to Giorno and headed home for the day.

Taking out some wine I called out my stand and replayed from a couple of months ago. Y/n stood at the door removing her coat and placing it down on the seat closest to her. "How did the mission go?" She asked, I didn't respond to her and sip the wine Instead. "I guess it wasn't that great, huh?" Still no answer. She smiled slightly at me, "Hey you know what I like to do when I'm upset."

"Yeah? What's that?" She took my hand in hers, "I like to dance. My grandmother always told me that a way to cheer up is to dance... Cheesy I know." She rolled her eye at her statement. "I don't think it's that cheesy," I said to her. "Then... will you dance with me, Leone?"

"I haven't danced in years, but sure why not." We both stood in a dancing position I began to dance with Y/n. I knew I was dancing Moody Jazz but I just wanted to feel her and dance with her once more. This was the first time I felt happy being with someone and the first time I kissed her. I paused Moody Jazz at the moment we had kissed and looked at her expression. She was smiling and her cheeks had turned a light shade of red. I continued playing Moody Jazz, and she laughed. "Wow, Leone never thought you had it in you."

Hearing myself in the recording I didn't say anything to her instead I must have covered my face from embarrassment, she just smiled at me and kissed my cheek. "Don't be embarrassed Leone... Anyways I'm glad to see you smile and not in a foul mood. How about we meet Bucciarati and the others at Libeccio? Let's go." Moody Jazz stopped the recording and went away, I took a sip from the wine and looked at my now-empty room.

I should get some rest it's been a long day. I took off my coat and placed it on a chair, something had fallen out of it. I turned around, "I thought put you away somewhere safe." I bent down picking up the ring I bought for Y/n. I was going to propose to her after our mission was over, but... "I guess the surprise I had for you. Won't come anytime soon. I'm sorry I was not able to protect you."

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libraryofneith · 9 months

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Out of Mind - Chapter 7 (Joel Miller x Female Reader)

@hiroikegawa @evyiione

If anyone else wants to be the first to know when this fic is updated let me know and I’ll add you to the taglist!

Sorry for the wait but if it makes you feel any better, our plot is finally starting to pick up the pace. I probably won’t be updating again until next month tho :’( I'm also introducing a Tess POV in this chapter, trying to experiment a little with different narrative types for each character POV. Hope that's not too confusing, let me know what you think.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Summary: An attempt to prove yourself blows up in your face.

Warnings/tags: [whole fic is 18+ minors DNI], brief descriptions of violence, characters having to kill people, but it’s FEDRA so who cares, Joel being a dick, again.

Don't put her on jobs with me, don't make her train with me, as far as I'm concerned she doesn't exist. But don't come crying to me the next time she gets hurt.

You "We shouldn't be doing this." "Heard you the first 300 times Joel" Tess growled back. You ignored them both, determined not to let anything throw you off your game. You were finally getting in on the action and between the nerves and adrenaline, you already felt like you were about to jump out of your skin.

The three of you reached the fence and squirmed under it. You didn't even have to cut your way through, it'd been damaged for years. It should've been fixed ages ago but a lethal combination of bureaucracy, incompetent leadership and an ever-present apocalypse requiring constant attention meant holes in the system - both literal like this one and metaphorical - went unaddressed. That was the key to outsmarting FEDRA you figured: the longer they stayed upright, the more power they wielded, the lazier they got. An army of fireflies may not be able to take them down but one girl with an ability to squeeze into tight spaces and a refusal to be bested could rob them blind. Joel rattled the door you'd led them too. It was locked. "Now what?" He hissed at you. You weren't worried. The door was always locked, it wasn't the door you were trying to get into. You smiled and looked upwards. Tess gaped at you while Joel glared even harder. "You made us think we were coming in through the door." "Yup." "Why?" "To fuck with you." Now Tess was glaring too. "Don't get cocky kid or we might not take you with us next time. How're you gonna get up there anyway?" That earned an eyeroll from you. "Next flight leaves in ten minutes" you retorted, taking out two short narrow blades, sticking them into the well-worn divets you'd created over multiple trips and beginning your ascent. You heard Tess curse but you were already several feet up, slotting your feet into the tiny spaces that your muscles had memorised, making your way up to the window which opened into the warehouse. You sucked your tummy in as you slotted yourself through the window - you were definitely going to have to lay off Bill's cookies - and froze as you made eye contact with two guards. "Shit!" You scrambled your way out, hands and feet clawing for purchase as panic made your mind go blank. Then you could feel your centre of gravity shift and you were falling, landing with an ungraceful smack on the concrete. The pain made your head thrum as Tess hauled you to your feet. "What happened?" You were trying to splutter out "go" when the door flew open and those two Fedra guards came storming out. Then they were raising their guns, Joel was yelling and your brain snapped to attention. Bullets popped all around you as you sprinted for the fence. You dared a glance back as you ducked down under the wire. One of the guards lay still as Joel struggled with the other. You scraped yourself under the fence, pulling Tess after you. You screamed for Joel who had the guard in a headlock. Then Joel had one hand reaching for the guard's jaw and the other hand on the top of his head, and with a grunt and one swift motion there was a crack and the guard crumpled. Then he was diving under the fence that you were still holding up. There was a shot and a bullet pinged off the ground where Joel's head had been a second before. But his head had jerked and it scraped his ear instead. Tess whipped out her gun and fired at the guard on the roof as you grabbed Joel's arm and tugged him to your side. You didn't see who or what Tess had hit but you heard a thump 10 seconds later then Tess was pulling you both to the alley screaming one word on repeat. You couldn't hear her over your own ears ringing but you could read her lips and you knew what word she was sounding out, it was a word you'd seen on countless people's lips. "Run." --- Joel His back was glued to the wall as he surveyed the apartment building and everything, everyone surrounding it. They'd lost the guards several streets back, or at least he hoped they had. It didn't look like there were any FEDRA soldiers hanging about and he didn't think think that any of them had seen their faces anyway so it was safe as it could be under the circumstances. He signalled silently to Tess and Skye behind him and they cut across the street, trying to move quickly and quietly without looking like they were sneaking about. They climbed the stairs to the apartment in stony silence, Joel's ear still throbbing where a bullet had grazed it and Tess staring straight ahead with pursed lips while the girl kept eye contact with her shoes. She looked miserable, but she deserved to. It was her plan that had blown up so spectacularly in their faces, and they'd only agreed to it because she kept insisting that she knew what she was doing. But she'd been arrogant and careless, everything Joel warned Tess she was and everything he'd begun to hope she wasn't. She dared a glance at him once they were inside. He stared back. He could feel the familiar tension in his eyebrows and clench of his jaw. He was glaring at her. She shrank back from his gaze and started looking at the floorboards. "What happened?" Tess snapped. "I... I don't know, there's not normally guards in that room." She still couldn't look at either of them. "Maybe they stepped up their security when they realised they had a thief." She sank further into her chair." "Yeah. Maybe." "This is exactly what we warned you would happen" Joel growled. "I know." "Do you? Cos you seem to think our orders are some kinda joke. You strut around acting like you know it all just cos you know how to steal from idiots on the street. You think you can actually handle what we do? You can't. I tried to tell Tess, tried to tell you. You're just a dumb kid, don't even know how you managed to last this long." "That's enough." Tess's voice cut through his rage and he realised that there were tears glistening in Skye's eyes. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach. "Kid, we need time to talk alone." She brushed her eyes fiercely and slunk past him back to her room. "Joel." Tess gestured sharply to their room. Shit, he was in for it now. "I don't wanna hear it Tess." "You wanna say I told you so? Fine. You warned me, I put too much trust in her too soon but I'm not getting rid of her." Joel stopped. That thought hadn't even occured to him. Jesus I'm getting soft. "I ain't saying I want rid of her." "Really? Cos you seem to be doing everything in your power to drive her away." "I told you from the start this was a bad idea. She's too green, can't be out there with someone we don't trust, always having to keep an eye on em." "That's not the problem." "It's not?" "Look, I was hoping you'd figure this out for yourself eventually and do something about it but someone's gonna have to spell it out before you say or do anymore stupid shit." "What the hell you talking bout?" "You like her." You like her. The words rattled through Joel's ears and spun around in his head. You like her you like her you like her you like her. "That is... that's the stupidest shit I ever heard." "It's stupid alright but it's still true." "Tess-" "Jesus Joel how stupid do you think I am? Your eyes follow her about the room, you have a nervous breakdown every time you say more than two words to her and everytime we go out on a job you keep checking to make sure she's still there." "Cos she can't be trusted!" "Cos the thought of losing her terrifies you!" "She's too young for me." "No arguments here but the fact is you still like her." "Look, I told you from the start that taking her on was a bad idea. But you weren't hearing it so I went along with your stupid fucking plan. I tried to make sure she knew what she was doing, I looked out for her on jobs, that does not mean I have some stupid fucking crush. Don't go accusing me of shit just for following your orders," he snarled jabbing an accusing finger at her. "I'm not accusing you of jack. I know you haven't done anything and you're so fucking repressed that you'll probably never do anything but in case it's not already painfully obvious, that girl has her own stupid crush on you, so you need to stop saying shit to hurt her or you might get your wish. She might leave and not come back and god knows what'll happen to her without us. She might be arrogant, naive to the point of being downright stupid but she's still my friend, and since I took her on, my fucking responsibility, and I won't have you getting her hurt just cos you can't handle your feelings like a fucking adult." "You think I'd hurt her? You think I'd get her hurt? Maybe I should just stay away from her altogether." "Fine. Whatever it takes to get you to stop acting like such a goddamn baby." "Fine. Don't put her on jobs with me, don't make her train with me, as far as I'm concerned she doesn't exist. But don't come crying to me the next time she gets hurt" he yelled, slamming the bedroom door behind him, then slamming the apartment front door as he stalked out. Then he was stood in that damp, musty hallway alone, and suddenly all the anger sagged out of him. He imagined Tess watching him as he watched her. Tess who never missed a trick with anyone, who'd always been able to see right through him and call him on his bullshit, following his eyes, his movements, the way he acted around you and realising what it meant, probably before he even really knew. Tess who'd been his family, his first real friend after the world went to shit, the first person he'd trusted enough to sleep in the same bed with, who'd never asked for anything even when she clearly wanted more than he was giving her, only to see him on the verge of giving it to someone else. He ran his face through his hands as if he could wipe the images from his brain. He fucking hated himself. --- Tess The whiskey bottle stood empty on the kitchen table, its contents burning their way through Tess's system. Her head was swimming so much that she barely heard the creak of a door opening, then she saw you standing sheepishly in the doorway, shuffling from foot to foot. "I'm sorry." Tess shrugged. "Not your fault." "Yes it is. I nearly got us killed. You were right about me, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." "Oh, you're talking about what happened at the barracks?" She saw you blink at that. "Yeah. What else would I be talking about?" She doesn't know, of course she doesn't know, Tess realised with a lurch. Probably just as well she'd run out of whisky. "So you couldn't hear what me and Joel were saying." "I could hear you yelling but I couldn't make out anything specific. You were arguing about me right?" "Yeah." "He thinks you should cut me loose?" Tess ran a hand over her face, trying to figure out what to say next. "No, not exactly." "Maybe you should." She gave you a long look. "Maybe I should, but I'm not." You sagged into the nearest seat. "He hates me, doesn't he?" Tess almost wished she could tell you how wrong you were when she saw the dejected look on your face. "He doesn't hate you, he's just pissed with you. He'll get over it." "Oh please, he barely tolerated me anyway. Now he can't stand the sight of me." "That's not true." She wondered if you'd honestly never seen the way his eyes tracked you at every moment. "But he won't work with me anymore." Tess sighed. "No he won't." You nodded. You were trying to look understanding, passing it off like it wasn't a big deal but she could see your disappointment. "Guess you're my only friend now," you looked up sharply, "I mean, if you ever were my friend." She chuckled and put an arm round you. "Sure kid. I'm your friend." God knows you needed one now.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x female oc

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stilespeters · 1 year

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Calm Before The Storm

pairing: kit walker x gn!reader

request: Could I maybe request some hurt/comfort with Kit Walker, please? @randomthoughtsrlly

a/n: i didn't know if you preferred a gender so i did gender neutral:) this one was fun to write, lmk if you have feedback because it always helps. if anyone has any other requests feel free to ask<3

word count: 2337

summary: Kit comforts you when you get a nightmare about a certain event that took place at Briarcliff

warnings: a bit angsty, kit comforting u (i need this man in my life), descriptions of creatures (?)

sorry if its shitty💀

The moment you stepped onto the cold, sticky grass, was the moment you felt like liberty was finally yours. It was the moment you longed for the most ever since you were isolated in a prison-like-room with no company other than a plain gray wall. And as you ran to the open field with rain pouring down your body, drenching your clothes tightly to your physique, you turned your head to see the others with the same joy on their faces.

Grace was jumping while looking up at the sky and opening her arms and spinning around. “I didn’t think I could feel this good ever again, and I hate the rain!”

“This feels awesome!” you opened your mouth while looking up as well, and droplets landed on your tongue. “This somehow tastes much better!” You referred to the drinks that were served in Briarcliff. You felt so light in your head, yet at the same time everything was heavy due to your wet clothes.

As you turned your whole body around you smiled brightly at Kit who gave Grace a hug. You swore you’ve never seen Grace this happy. It was like she was a little kid in a candy store. You knew she had a rough past, and so you couldn't help but smile even wider when you saw how joyful she was.

Kit then ran towards you, and you ran towards him to meet him in the middle. He embraced you and buried his face in your neck while the two of you hugged. Your feet got off the air as he lifted you off the ground, and you placed your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight, afraid that if you didn't, he might slip away.

As you held him in your embrace you realized everything was going to be alright. You two would finally have the future you always dreamed of. A future where the both of you would live a stress free life away from everything else, a future away from Briarcliff. A future without darkness.

Madness was gonna end soon, you knew it.

“It’s over,” you yelled above the sounds of the stormy weather into his shoulder and he pulled back from the hug to look you in the eyes and hold your face delicately in his palms “We made it.” He grinned.

You laughed while holding his wrists as he held your face, and his hair stuck to his forehead and looked a tint darker due to the water pouring down the sky. Your hair also stuck to your face, and droplets ran over your soft skin, painting it wet. Yet you simply didn't care and so did Kit.

He leaned in, pressing his lips multiple times against your forehead before leaning down to press his lips against yours. The storm muted the sounds of your inhale but Kit definitely heard it and he smiled into the kiss.

It was great to finally be able to kiss him again, and your hands went on to get a grip on the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair.

It took merely 5 seconds before you felt a tug at your sleeve and you were immediately alerted. Kit placed his hands around your waist and you turned to see Lana look at the two of you, and she bit her lip.

“I hate to ruin the moment but we have to go!”

You gave her a nod, and Kit grabbed your hand as the three of you ran towards Grace who was still dancing and twirling a few meters further.

Kit kept looking over his shoulders at the entrance of where the four of you came from, afraid that he would see a figure heading your way and anxiety began to kick in the longer the four of you stood there. “Come on we got to get as far away from here as we possibly can!”

Lana looked at the treeline up ahead. “From what I remember the road is a couple of miles away from here, that way through the trees!”

“I don't trust you, once we get to the road that's as far as you go with us.” Grace wasn’t changing her mind, and you could see the conflict in Lana’s face, but you knew that she faced the consequences of her previous actions when she ratted the three of you out a while back.

Lana nodded once before the four of you ran off towards the treeline, and once you passed it, you stumbled your way through the prickly forest.

After a while, Grace stumbled over something and she stopped in her tracks. She looked down at something she stepped on and you had to squint your eyes to see clearly due to the rain and darkness. It was easy to miss on the ground, but as your eyesight sharpened, you saw it was a woman.

You then heard Lana scream at the top of her lungs, but luckily the sound got drowned out by the storm.

“I think we found the Mexican!” Grace yelled and you averted your gaze from the woman on the ground to Grace.

“No shit!”

She looked at you and wanted to retort, but before she could speak, an animalistic growl was heard from the right side of the forest. It sounded like it was close.

Kit’s eyes widened and his grip on your hand tightened as the growl was getting louder.

You could see a small glimpse of a face in the direction of the growl, and it made eye contact with you.

“Oh shit, RUN!” Kit yelled.

He didn't have to tell you twice, since the four of you bolted to the other side immediately, which was back to the way you came from; Briarcliff.

“What are they?! What's chasing us?!” Grace kept looking back over her shoulder.

“don't look back, just run!”

Kit dodged a tree branch that almost hit his face, and you wiped your eyes several times so you knew where you were going, causing you to let go of Kit’s hand.

The feeling of freedom went away as quick as it came, and the dread you felt as the growls got louder and louder got thicker, making your head pound and your heartbeat fasten. Your muscles began to get tense and your legs were hurting like shit. You hadn't been able to do cardio exercise or anything of that kind while you were in Briarcliff.

Kit noticed you weren’t running besides him and he looked behind him. That’s when his eyes widened as he saw that your pace began to falter. He slowed down a little bit to place an arm around your waist and help you run faster, but before he was able to do that, something from the side pulled you to the ground.

Lana and Grace who were further away, screamed in agony once they looked back at the scene and Kit looked in horror as the creature crawled on top of you.

You however, felt like you were in a trance, and you couldn't even let out a scream. All you felt was adrenaline running through your veins, and the fear that paralyzed you.

As the creature's claws raised in the air, he drawed it down on you with force, and you suddenly felt nauseous as it scratched your chest. To say the pain was excruciating was an understatement. It felt like it ripped out your heart.

Your vision began to blur and your eyes began to water, and the last thing you remembered was the creature going slack and falling to the ground next to you.

Then you saw Kit with a tree branch in his hands while hovering above you.

“Y/n!”

“Lana, Grace, help me get them up!” He screamed but everything was muted, like you were underwater.

“Y/n!”

**********

“Y/n!” someone urged.

You shot up in your bed, sweat sticking to your forehead and your chest heaved up and down in a fast rhythm while you breathed heavily. Your hand was clutched to your scar on your chest where the creature had scratched you, and your face contorted in fear as tears streamed down your face.

Your eyes darted around the room in a frantic manner, trying to get sight of something stable, but everything was dark. Your muscles were tense, your chest burned and it felt like you couldn't breathe. It was a hand on both your shoulders when you realized Kit was sitting in the bed next to you.

“Y/n, shh, everything is alright, it was just a dream.” he said calmly and he put away some stray hairs that fell in front of your face. “Feel my heartbeat?” he asked as he placed your hand on his chest, and you nodded weakly. You could feel his steady heartbeat through his nightshirt. “Good, now breathe in, and out.”

You did what he said and you closed your eyes as he brought you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you.

“In and out.”

The two of you repeated the action for a while together, and as you calmed down, your breathing began to get more steady. It wasn’t fully stable, but it was less ratched than a few minutes ago.

“That better?” He asked and his dialect was evident as he spoke the last word. It was evident that he was sleepy, and you immediately felt bad for waking him up.

You took your hand off of his chest and you wiped the tears away and sighed deeply.

“Yeah,” you let it out almost as a whimper. It had been two months since you left Briarcliff in your rear view mirror, but still all the events that occurred haunted you in your sleep. Everytime you close your eyes, you are back in that institution. Everytime you’d try and get some peaceful sleep, you’re back in that godforsaken forest. Everytime you try to run away in your sleep, your fears and trauma catched up with you.

You couldn't keep up with it. And it gnawed at you from the inside out.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“Suga, don’t ever apologize okay?” You turned your head away from him when he said that, hoping that he couldn't see your red and puffy eyes, but he knew you better than you knew yourself, and so he placed his hands on your shoulders and started to rub soothingly.

“You deserve someone better. Someone who doesn't keep pulling you back to the past, someone who doesn't keep reminding you about Briarcliff.” You mumbled and he immediately shushed you.

“Please don’t say that. If there is anyone that deserves better it’s you. You are the light that came to me in the darkness, and I will forever be grateful for you. Without you I wouldn't have survived the horrors of Briarcliff,” he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Besides, I don’t want someone better when I have someone perfect in front of me right now.”

You turned to look at him. “I can never be the person you want to grow old with. Almost every night it’s the same story. The same nightmare. It must be exhausting for you to wake up each night to me screaming,” he searched for your hands in the dark and once he found them, he began to rub soothing circles again.

“I’m broken.”

“I don’t care,” he began. “I don't care if you’re broken into 2 pieces, 50 pieces, 100 million pieces, I don't care. I am willing to tear my hands open while mending you back together, even if it takes 100 years. I don’t care how sharp those pieces might be, if they cut me along the way, so be it. I’m fine with that. As long as you feel whole again. As long as you feel happy again, it’s all worth it.”

You smiled at his words, and he released your hands to place another stray hair out of your face. Oh you were so in love with this man.

It was silent for a while, and the birds chirped while the owls howled. It was still pitch black outside and the two of you sat in bed with you in his arms, and his chin rested on your head.

“How do you deal with it?” you whispered and he kissed the top of your head.

“I don’t, I just try to keep thinkin about the present. About the most amazing person in front of me right now. About all the opportunities that lay ahead of us. It’s hard to forget that cruel place. But I like to think that if everything didn't happen, I wouldn't have met you, and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me so I see that as a win.” You looked up at him and scanned his face to see if there was hesitation. But there was none. He said it from the bottom of his heart.

“Have I told you that I loved you?”

“You may or may not have mentioned it once or twice.”

The two of you exchanged chuckles and you yawned. He laid in a comfortable position on his back with his arm in an inviting position, and you snuggled up against his chest and his fingers played with your hair before the both of you slowly fell asleep in each other's arms. You could faintly hear Kit whisper in your ear before you drifted away.

“It’s over, sweetheart. We made it.”

You smiled, and as he held you in his embrace you realized everything was going to be alright. You two finally have the future you always dreamed of. A future where the both of you live a stress free life away from everything else, a future together in the light. A future without darkness.

Madness had ended, you knew it. Because you had Kit, and Kit was the light of your life.

#evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #evan peters smut #ahs asylum #kit walker smut #kit walker x reader #kit walker x y/n #kit walker #kit walker x you

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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If MLB characters were monsters, what monsters do you think they would be and why?

Marinette

A Beldam-Like creature with a face made of porcelain, the rest of her body made of fabric, blue button eyes, and needles for fingers

Marinette can create dolls she can see through the eyes of and even talk through

If she’s holding something that belongs to someone else and she pricks herself, that someone else feel pain instead of her. (Kind of like that Voodoo guy from Monster High)

And let’s be real, this fits. The girl already makes dolls

Adrien

A Frankenstein creature made from the body parts of different models so he’ll be “perfect”

He has made fifteen days ago, but he has the mind of a teenager… He just don’t know a bunch of shit

His stitches come loose when he’s stressed

You can’t tell me this guy wasn’t Frankie on his first day of school

Alya:

Daughter of La Diablesse. She has the appearance of a demon and wears beautiful clothes and fancy hats

Alya has long dark red hair, two black horns, a forked tail, and dragon-looking feet, so no shoes fit her

I was tempted to make her a ghost like Spectra, but wanted to make her something from her culture. Then I found this lady, and she's pretty

Nino:

A highly advanced robot like Elle Eedee

His mothers, two mad scientists, built him to be able to age, eat, and sleep like any other monster.

Sometimes, the students forget he's a mosnter and try to harass him, but then he deadlifts a bus, and they back away

Elle Eedee is a deejay, that is all

Nathaniel:

He’s the hybrid son of a Krampus and a vampire. Nath has a mostly human appearance with two black horns on his head, black claws and a hooves. Now as for the vampire half, he can shift into a bat, but he keeps his horns

Don't ask why he punishes bad kids on Christmas and celebrates Hanukkah, it's a whole thing

Instead of bagging and strangling bad kids with chains, he gives them wet-willies, noogies, puts soap in their mouths, and punctures one doll with his horns

I just wanted to make Nath a demon and a hybrid

Alix:

A steam robot from the Victorian era with built-in rocket feet so she can get around much faster

Robecca did roller derby, so this was a no brainer

She, Nino, and Adrien get along well since they weren't "born"

Alix carries around a parasol just in case it rains so she won't rust, and keeps an extra one for Nath since he's forgetful as hell

Juleka:

Hybrid daughter of a Siren and a Ghost Pirate who wears outfits inspired by both of her heritages, a ton of gold jewelry, and flowing outfits

She doesn't really sing sea shanties like her mom or spells in the form of songs like her dad, mostly rock ballads that put everyone within hearing range under her spell

When she gets wet, scales appear along her body, but when dry, she has a ghostly appearance with translucent skin

I didn't do a ton of thinking for her

Rose:

Rose is the daughter of a plant monster. She has green skin, vines growing from her hair, and very sharp teeth. At will, she emits pheromones from her body that help plants grow faster

She dresses like a gothic gardener

When Rose is upset, her vines wilt, but when she's happy, multicolored roses sprout from her hair and arms. She gives them to her friends

I had no clue what to make her until I remembered Princess Fragrance and how she had green skin like Venus

Kim:

He's the son of the Kraken, able to turn his tentacles into legs whenever he's on land. His tentacles are red and can glow in the dark, he has gold scales along his arms and torso, and translucent red fins on his forearms and in place of his ears

Kim's still technically a hatchling according to Kraken biology, so he's a two-year-old prodigy in the eyes of his parents

He has trouble walking when he's underwater for so long, so Mondays are always hell for him

I was gonna make him a siren... But Juleka's already one, so you get it

Max:

He's an alien (Star Train, everybody) He crashlanded on earth in an asteroid, was sent to Area 51, got broken out by his mom, and then sent to a school for monsters

When he gets excited, Max floats and his eyes look like a galaxy

He has no idea about earth's customs and is just learning what a high-five is. On his planet, that's a marriage proposal. Kim learned that the hard way

Max has silver skin, purple eyes, star-like freckles, and crystals on his shoulders. If Max gives you a crystal, it's a sign of eternal friendship (*cough* Kim *cough*)

Ivan:

He’s a gargoyle

Because Stoneheart

For extra cash, Ivan protects the churches from demons who like to tag the walls with graffiti

His entire body is made out of stone, he has massive draconic wings on his back and two small horns on his head. (He has some serious horn envy with Nath)

Myléne:

She's the son of the Boogeyman. She has purple skin, wild pink hair filled with different bugs, and long black claws

Myléne disappears constantly because she’s always hiding in someone’s shadow or the dreamscape. It’s nice and cold there

She can emit a purple inhalant from his skin that puts people to sleep. This only happens when she gets scared or angry

I'm just taking inspiration from her Akuma form

Sabrina:

Daughter of the Invisible Man, Sabrina's clothes are kind of flashy just so she can stand out a bit. Her legs become translucent at the knee

She can turn invisible at will, and this extends to anything she's touching

Sabrina turns invisible mostly to get away from Chloé when she's on another tirade or to mess with people she doesn't like

*Cough* Vanisher *Cough*

Chloé:

She's a literal witch who casts spells on her classmates to mess with them and lords it over their heads that her mother heads the most exclusive witch coven

And so she doesn't look like "ugly monsters," she dresses in more bright colors

Chloé hates hybrids because her mom hates them, so Juleka and Nath are the ones she usually targets with her spells (All three of them).

I mean... She's kind of already a witch

Lili:

She’s a damn harpy

That's it.

#monster au #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya césaire #nino lahiffe #nathaniel kurtzberg #alix kudbel #le chien kim #max kanté #sabrina raincomprix #ivan bruel #mylène haprèle #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #chloé bourgeois #lila rossi

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millylotus · 1 year

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TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS : Kidnapping, Assault, Non-Consensual Touching, Mentions of Vomiting

The Corpse Groom

Corpse Bride AU

Warning: The corpse bride has always been weird about consent and all that. So this is too, b/c the premise is literally a kidnapping based on a misunderstanding. Duke and Danny won’t end up together for this one sorry.

They never end up getting together, just gonna say this again

This relationship isn’t sugary sweet, it’s rather toxic, and I don’t in anyway support relationships like this

Bruce is out of town and John Constantine is somehow now in charge of his two youngest children. While at a very old cemetery in Gotham for reasons, Duke and Damian decide to mess around in a game of pretend, John is not far behind keeping them in sight. Duke ends up doing this whole wedding vows speech and ends up slipping one of his rings onto a tree branch. While Damian is congratulating him on his performance the “branch” behind Duke moves.

John is quick to rush right for Duke, having felt a sudden wave of death. Damian immediately tries to move his brother out of the way. Duke who was bowing and facing away from the “branch” didn’t see anything yet.

Before anyone could do anything a soft easy voice said “I do.”

Cold rough hands grab Duke and drag him to the ground. Damian shoves the corpse off of him, John chucks a spell at it, knocking the corpse a few feet back.

Damian and Duke ran behind John, the three watched as the corpse. It wore a white barong, embroidered and embedded with jewels with black pants, the thing that stood out was the short white drop veil on its head covering its face. It was obviously once a beautiful outfit, but from the probable years buried with a body it was rather destroyed. The corpse had dead blue skin, its face gaunt and a few bones showing from decay, black hair falling heavy over their face.

It snaps its broken bones into place, and staggers to stand, keeping their eyes on Duke the whole time.

John raises his hands, ready for a fight, “Kids run.”

Duke and Damian are quick to bolt out of the area, behind them they can hear John holding back the corpse.

John is having a bit of trouble, the zombie surprisingly quick and avoids most of his spells. He preps a ward on the ground to chain the corpse in place. The tendrils wrap around the body and it grunts, and John thinks he might have caught it, but it digs its feet into the ground and destroys the bit of the wards closest to it and it runs past John towards the kids.

John swears before running after it, he’s far behind it though.

Damian and Duke have been running for awhile now. Damian was complaining about how Duke just had to say fucking wedding vows over the grave of dead groom. While Duke was trying to defend himself that he didn’t know god dammit, and that their other siblings had done so much worse in comparison.

The corpse catches up to them and tries to tackle Duke, Duke is able to dodge but just barely.

The brothers try to keep the corpse away when Damian notices that the corpse is targeting Duke. Damian tells him to just fucking run for it.

Damian’s able to hold it back for a bit, before they break through and start chasing Duke again.

Duke’s tired now, he’s been running for awhile now and the zombie is catching up. He’s on a bridge out of breath, legs shaking with adrenaline. The corpse walks up the bridge, Duke notices that it is humming a song quietly.

They take a step forward, he takes a step back. The corpse grabs Duke’s wrist swiftly, and Duke freezes in place.

The corpse smiles, lifting up Duke’s hand held in a tight clutch. Using they’re free hand it moved its veil out of their face showing surprisingly blue eyes, and spoke, “My love, the living realm is no place for a reception. The land of the dead is much better.”

They snap their fingers on their free hand. The ground opens up under the two, the corpse smiles and Duke screams as they fall to the underworld.

Damian and John stand panting not too far from the bridge, just having arrived and watched the two leave.

John swallowed, this wasn’t good this wasn’t good at all, “Damian, call your family and tell them what happened”

John walks up to the bridge to inspect the area affected.

Damian pulls out his phone, eyes burning, mind running with worry for his brother.

His hands were shaky as he called his father, “Baba… Something, something took Duke.”

Duke gets the whole musical performance that Victor did, he’s a bit more chill but also just in shock

So he just kinda let’s it all happen

The afterlife is like a mix between the ghost zone and the afterlife in The Corpse Bride

There are some dp character wandering around too just for funsies

Duke eventually gets away and ends up on the bench overlooking the city

Danny goes after him and brings up Cujo as a wedding gift, they get to talking and Duke eventually asks Danny why [just like why in general]

“How – Duke shifted – Why are you like this, what’s holding you back?”

Daniel sighed wistfully, staring down to the city of the dead, “It’s a sad story I think.”

“I’m willing to listen,” Duke reassured him with a smile.

Daniel nodded before taking a breath and beginning to talk.

“I was engaged in life, to this wonderful woman. Samantha, Sam, she was smart and loud and loyal to her morals. Her family didn’t approve of us unfortunately, they were rich and mine were just slightly better off technicians. They pulled some strings the day before the wedding and convinced my godfather to do something. I never liked the man, but I thought we’d made up some by then. Evidently not, because he led me away into the forest, I don’t remember much after that.”

Tears dripped down Daniel’s face. Duke pulled him into a hug, he didn’t fully trust Daniel, but even then no one deserved that fate. Daniel buried his head into Duke’s shoulder.

“Did you know what happened to Samantha?” Duke asked, maybe if he found out more he could find Daniel’s family and tell them what happened to him.

“No – Daniel said, voice muffled, he held Duke closer – I hope she’s happy at the very least.”

Danny lifted his head and pulled back but didn’t let go. Duke wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“The reason I’m still here though still existing. I am still here because I want love – He lifted his hand and gently touched Duke’s face – a second chance at it – his cold thumb gently touched Duke’s lower lip – marriage,” Daniel smiled at him.

Duke sat there frozen, before removing Daniel’s hands from his body and scooching away from the dead boy.

“That all takes time, and I’m nowhere near ready for something like that.”

“Of course I know that, I knew Sam for years before we ever thought of getting married.”

Duke frowned at the other boy, “Then you know it takes time, I don’t want – he paused before finishing his sentence, Daniel had reacted oddly to being denied the last time – I’d rather not get married when I’m only eighteen.”

Daniel hummed looking away from Duke, “I understand, you did make your vows and I said ‘I do’ but you didn’t and I never said my vows. So the marriage is incomplete, when you’re ready we can complete the ceremony.”

Danny spoke with a giddy voice, expectantly looking at Duke.

Duke just looked down at Cujo, who was still chewing on the red ball Duke had given him.

“I’ll think about it,” Duke whispers.

Danny nodded, “Of course, take you time,”

I kinda want to give Danny a veil of some kind, cause it’s like a big part of Emily’s design

But I’m not sure if it’ll look good with his barong, decided to do it >:]

It’s a pretty flower veil with blood blossoms, he wore it for Sam

Sam and Tucker are doing eh, they’re not doing horrible

But losing Danny like that and never finding his body hurt them both

They’re married now actually, and have twins, they moved out of Gotham after Danny’s death

Danny wouldn’t be angry or anything about it he’d be glad that they moved on

Danny’s really touchy and Duke isn’t all about that so he tends to just push him away

Telling him to stop, Danny does pull back but he doesn’t stop hovering a lot

Danny’s obsession is getting married and falling in love, so he reacts negatively to being denied it

He isn’t aggressive to others about it, just needs to go off on his own and calm down

Duke doesn’t want to marry Danny so he’s going out of his way to try and figure out how to run away

They end up at Clockworks tower, who takes the place of the Gutknecht

Duke and Daniel walk up the many stairs to the top of the clocktower

Daniel, smiling all the way, went to knock on the door but before he could even touch the wood it swung open, and an old man stood on the other side.

“Daniel, Duke Thomas, I’ve been expecting you two, come in,”

Duke did not like the vibes one bit, but he followed Daniel regardless.

The old man brought them to a small seating area that already had warm tea set out. The man motioned for them to sit, Daniel sat down and picked up a well loved cup that was clearly his own, he clearly belonged here. Duke sat down next to him but didn’t touch his cup, unsure if consuming the food of the dead would trap him here.

“It’s good to see you again CW,” the corpse boy said happily.

The old man nodded with a smile, “As it is to see you Daniel, now would you introduce me to your friend here?”

CW’s gaze settled on Duke, and he felt a chill run up his spine.

Daniel didn’t seem to notice and just smiled more and giggled, “Yes this is Duke as you already know, and he’s my husband!”

“Fiance,” Duke corrected him,

“Fiance – Daniel amended – And he wants to go back upstairs, tell his family the good news you know.”

CW nodded, “Of course of course. Mr.Thomas – Duke tried not to pull back – I understand that your family is looking for you quite desperately. Your return to them – Daniel chipred a temporary at the statement, CW only sighed – temporary return to them, will quell their fears.”

Duke nodded, it made sense. Knowing his family they’d be tearing up Gotham and the underworld for him, “How do I get back though?”

CW stood up walking over to a table covered in an alchemical set up, “A simple potion of return will do, I’ve already had it made”

They lifted up a small bottle of about three gulps of a blue gray liquid, “One gulp and you’ll be back from whence you came.”

Duke tried to hold down his smile, reaching out to take the bottle.

“How would he get back?” Daniel asked abruptly.

Duke paused, glancing at Daniel. Who was frowning and glaring at the bottle.

CW looked at Duke, “Just say hopscotch, and you’ll be back here.”

It sounded more like a warning to Duke, he stood and took the bottle staring at the potion.

“You’ll come back to me right?” Daniel’s voice was soft and scared. He gently held Duke’s hand.

Duke turned to look at the corpse, and smiled, “I just have to make sure my family knows I’m okay.”

“Alright,”

He took the potion, handing the bottle to CW. Duke doubled over in pain, Daniel shooting up to check on him. Then in a burst of color Duke was back on the bridge.

SO WHILE ALL THAT’S HAPPENING

The Batfam is freaking the fuck out

Bruce ditches whatever he’s doing to come back to Gotham

Damian blames himself for what happened, he was the one to encourage Duke to go all out with his performance in their little game

He insists on always being there to help look for Duke

John is not letting himself live this down and he stays in Gotham to help the Batfam find a way to get Duke back

When they realizes that the corpse wasn’t buried in a grave but probably buried alive they start to figure out who the corpse was when they were alive

It’s kinda hard though considering they don’t even have a body to work off of

Justice League Dark is called to help John try and open up the portal that Danny created

A day or so latter Duke reappears where he was taken

A poof of blue that reeked of death appeared on the bridge and with it Duke Thomas.

Detective Chimp jumped away from the bridge as the boy began to cough aggressively.

“Brother!” Robin yelled running up to the other boy, their father didn’t bother to slow the boy down. In fact he joined his youngest a few steps behind.

Duke groaned, before puking over the side of the bridge. Robin and Batman worriedly stood by the teen waiting for him to recover.

He looked up at the two, face sweaty, tears dripping from his eyes. He didn’t look like he’d eaten in a bit.

“I don’t have much time before he comes looking for me,” Duke gasped out.

Batman pulled him into a hug, Robin clinging to his brother’s side.

“We won’t let him take you away,” Batman said softly.

Duke began to shake in their arms.

Bruce and Damian bring Duke back home to the manor where the others [ Jay’s there of course he’s gonna be worried for his cousin] are waiting for updates

It’s mainly the family coddling Duke, which he desperately needs tbh

He’s mostly unresponsive but gives enough info on what’s happened and who Danny was before he died

Justice League Dark sets up a few runes around his room to make sure he’s safe

Duke just wants to rest under the sunlight for awhile

He’s in his room with Cass talking

Cass knows on Duke’s bedroom door,

Duke *muffled* : Come in

Cass gently opens the door, and looks into the room to see Duke curled up in his blankets. She walks over and sits by him on the bed.

Cass : Do you wanna talk

Duke shrugs sitting up in his bed leaning on the wall.

Duke : I’m scared, he’ll come back I know he will

Duke begins to cry silently, Cass pull him into a hug

Cass : I won’t let him take you, I promise

Duke: I know, but it’s just so so terrifying *voice crack* he still has the rest of that potion he knows how to take me back

Cass holds him tighter, Duke buries his head into her tears falling

Duke: I don’t want to marry him, I never want to even get married

*Time Skip To Sunset*

Duke has fallen asleep, and is curled up with his head on Cass' lap. Cass is silently reading a book.

Daniel climbs up onto Duke’s balcony wobbling as he stands up.

Cass is immediately on her feet as Daniel opens the balcony door, he looks to Duke and smiles, taking a step to him. Cass puts herself between the two, they both glare at each other.

Daniel: Who are you?

Cass says nothing as she gets into a defensive position

Daniel: I’m simply here for my husband not for fight, though I’d be more than willing to do so if you stay in my way *growls*

Cass: He isn’t your husband, he isn’t your anything

Daniel: And who are you to say that?

Cass: I’m his sister and you are trying to take my little brother away from me

Daniel says nothing, clenching his fist. Cass silently turns on the alert on her bracelet.

Daniel: Family trying to get in the way of my love again? History truly is a circle

Daniel attempts to run for Duke, Cass tackles him to the ground. The loud thud wakes Duke up immediately, he quickly sits up and sees Cass and Daniel fighting.

Duke *whispering*: No no no no

Duke gets up shackly from his bed, grabbing the tonfa on his end table. Frozen as he watches the two fight. Daniel looks at him and smiles.

Daniel: Ah! Duke, you're awake! Could you get your sister off of me please?

Cass slams Daniel’s head into the ground

Cass: Run!

Duke: But-

Cass: Run!

Duke runs out of his room sprinting down the hallway, he almost runs into Dick who was going to Duke’s room.

Dick: Woah, what’s happening!

Duke: He’s back! Daniel’s back, he’s he’s

Duke is breathing hard, tears falling. Dick sucks hisses anxiously.

Dick: Okay so Cass is holding him back?

Duke nods

Dick: You gotta get to either Jason or Constantine remember, they can keep you safe

There’s a loud inhuman screech

Dick: I’ll go help Cass, now go

Duke: Stay safe

Dick smiled reassuringly

Dick: As much as I can

Dick runs to Duke’s room, and Duke runs in the opposite direction in search of Jason or Constantine.

For anyone wondering why Jason is also able to protect Duke from Daniel it’s because he’s the wielder of the All-Blades powerful supernatural dual swords which can only be summoned in the presence of evil [technically pure evil but come on pure evil is like weirdly subjective to a lot of people]

That’s all cannon, or malicious intent at least in this story, for the purpose of the fic it doesn’t completely matter that this is Daniel’s obsession Duke doesn’t consent and has been trying to get Daniel to stop, so he falls under malicious intent

Anyways Cass and Dick hold Daniel off while Duke gets to the others

Constantine had been setting up a stronger and more durable entrapment seal

They make a plan, Duke will lure Daniel into the trap and they’ll figure it out from there

Daniel bangs against the invisible walls of the spell, screaming and growling. Jason stood at the ready in front of Duke, All-Blades in hand. Constantine kneeled next to the spell continuously softly chanting the incantation to keep the entrapment spell strong.

Daniel: Let me out! Let me out!

Bruce stepped forward scowling at Daniel.

Bruce: And why should we do that? You’ve already shown to be extremely volatile and have made many attempts to kidnap my son and have harmed my other children.

Daniel *growls*: Duke is to be my husband. Let. Me. Out.

Bruce: He isn’t to be your anything

Daniel screeches, throwing himself at the walls surrounding him, he turns his attention to Duke.

Daniel: Tell him he’s wrong! Please! Duke for me, you promised me!

Duke steps out from behind Jason.

Duke: I didn’t promise you anything Daniel, I was only ever messing around. You’re the one who took things the wrong way

Daniel: But I heard you! I heard you say your vows, *he lifts his left hand, showing the ring* there was even a ring! I said I do!

Duke: You never gave me a chance to explain, I was just playing make believe with my brother. Those vows, that rings they mean nothing

Daniel begins to cry, backing away from the spell walls. Face distraught and angry.

Daniel: No. No! It means everything you can’t just throw away my love!

Duke: It means nothing, and I just did. I am not your husband, I am not your fiance. I am not your anything. I don’t love you.

Daniel: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME SAM!

Daniel falls to his knees wailing, as the humans stay silent. Duke is shaking, trying to stay composed.

Daniel: Hopscotch, hopscotch. Hopscotch!

Jason: What is he doing?

Duke: He’s trying to leave, we were supposed to say that to get back

Damian: Well it isn’t working so well for him

Bruce: Constantine, is it doing anything? Can he get out?

Constantine shakes his head, and begins to sign instead of stopping the chant.

John: Not a single change, the potion thing must have been a one way trip or something

Duke sighs: Hopscotch

Nothing happens but everyone looks to him immediately with concern. Daniel only cries harder.

Bruce: Never do that again.

Duke: I knew nothing would happen, I saw it briefly

Bruce: Still that was reck-

Before Bruce can finish Duke’s eyes glow and snap to behind Daniel, he takes a step back. Everyone looks to where he’s looking.

A portal opens in the air outside of the spell and behind Daniel who pauses in his tears to look as well. Clockwork floats through the portal.

Daniel: What do you want? Are you going to just rub salt in my wounds, traitor.

Clockwork shakes his head: No child I’ve come to collect you

Jason: Now hold on.

Jason raises a blade to Clockwork. They vibrate softly, becoming less visible, not sensing the being as a threat. Jason rolls his eyes, lowering the blade. Clockwork turns to the humans an apologetic look on his face.

Clockwork: I’m so sorry that this happened, Daniel can be uncontrollable at times.

Damian*sarcastic*: Uncontrollable?

Clockwork: Like most beings in the height of their obsession I’m afraid. Mr.Thomas I understand if you’ll never forgive Daniel. In fact I hope you never truly do. What he’s done to you is horrible. Either way I need to take him back to the land of the dead.

Daniel curls in on himself as Clockwork speaks, glaring at the ground.

The All-Blades begin to fade away, a sign that Daniel himself has given up.

They’re all silent waiting for someone to say something. Bruce looks to Duke who nods, Bruce motions to Constantine and he stops chanting, the spell slowly falls.

Clockwork: Come child, we don’t belong here

Daniel sluggishly takes Clockwork’s hand and stands up, not looking at the surrounding humans, ashamed as he is.

Clockwork: The ring.

Clockwork says as Daniel goes to the portal. Daniel frowns but takes off the rings and tosses it to Duke, who catches it with ease.

Clockwork: Again I am so sorry for all the pain and stress Daniel has caused you Mr.Thomas.

Clockwork sets a vial on the ground, filled with a strange liquid.

Clockwork: A recall for the deceased, a means to safely commune with loved ones passed.

The two inhuman beings leave through the portal without so much as a goodbye.

So that happened…

Tbh I didn’t mean for it to get this out of hand but here we are!

Daniel will be sufficiently punished for his crimes don’t worry, he’s not getting away with a slap on the wrist

He severely traumatized Duke which is not cool

It’s mainly ghostly rehab and general social shaming which is so much for ghosts like Danny who are relatively extroverted

Duke’s gonna get a bunch of apology gifts from Daniel and a few people close to him

Also just gonna say this again, THEY DON’T END UP TOGETHER

Just so everyone’s aware

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, GENERAL NOTES, MEMES, AO3

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