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loveswrites · 8 months

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Pinky Swear Wayne x Reader

Pinky Swear Wayne X Reader

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Time it took me: 1 hour and 50 mins

To My Loves: Here's the Wayne post I promised in July lmao. I may be a slow writer but I'm damn good when I do it that's all I gotta say. @jellyedkazoo I told you that I would tell you when I wrote it. Here you go love. I hope you like it! <3

“I missed you or whateva.” Wayne said, trying to act all nonchalant.

“I know you did Wanye but I have homework to do. After that trip with my family it’s piled up and I have so much to do.” You said smiling at your boyfriend. You couldn’t help it.

You were gone for two weeks on a random family vacation. Your family did that often. If life felt even the slightest bit of stressful a plane, a boat or a car was the way out. Sometimes you saw it as your parents running away from their problems but I guess it runs in the family. Cause you tend to do the same thing often. Ditching school, family dinners or even dates. Like the one you were supposed to go on with Wayne before you left.

“You didn’t even answer any of my calls or texts.”

“I couldn’t we were in the middle of the ocean.” You said, shaking your head.

“You’ve texted me from ‘the middle of the ocean’ multiple times before. What’s so special about this time?” Wayne said his accent grew thicker as he grew a little agitated.

“We didn’t pay for that plan this time.” You said putting your books down on your desk. That was a lie. You saw all his phone calls and texts.. When your phone wasn’t on ‘Do Not Disturb’ that is.

“You didn’t even tell me you where back.” Wayne said softly. This made you pause. You didn’t move or say a word.

“Are you avoiding me? You ditched me on our date before you left and you haven’t said anything since.” He voiced his words cracking at the end.

This broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say. But round two of the middle of the sea was looking mighty good right now.

You weren’t mad at Wanye or anything. Nor were you interested in anyone else, No no far from that. In fact it was too far from that. You were in love with Wayne and you confirmed it that night. Thinking back to that night made your heart skip to many beats.

Walking up a wet raining sidewalk you were excited about your date with Wayne. You always had fun with him no matter what the two of you did. Rather you were stealing, baking a cake, watching him fight someone else, or just laying in each other's company. You valued his company like no other and him you. Everyone shook in fear when they saw Wayne coming but you would jump with joy. He was your love. And you were his.

You saw Wayne sitting in a corner booth through the window of the diner. You smiled as you watched him attempt to make his hair ‘better’. No matter how many times you told Wanye you liked the way he looked and he didn’t need to change he would always true to look more put together for you. As you continued to gaze at him from across the street you saw the waitress walk up to the table with two cups. He had already ordered for you two. You never changed your order and he knew that. Who knew a cup could make everything click.

‘Oh I love him.’ You thought to yourself in a dreamy state. Wait woah no. Your eyes widened at these thoughts. I can’t love him, it's too soon. We’ve only been dating for six months. What if he doesn’t love me? What do I do? Just as these thoughts flooded into your brain your phone vibrated. Unlocking your phone you saw you had received two texts.

One from Wayne: 'I'm here.’

And one from your mother ‘Make sure you pack before you go to sleep. Our flight leaves at 8 am. We wake at 5 am.”

You looked up from your phone and stared into the diner window from across the street. Taking your first step back you felt at ease. The further you got from that diner. From Wayne, the lighter your heart felt. Who knew all you needed to fix your problems was a bathing suit and cocktail in the middle of the sea.

“Are you even listening to me?” Wayne said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I am, I just..”

“You just what? Is..” He trailed off. Turning around you looked at him to see him facing the floor with his jaw clenched.

“Is it another guy? Am I not good enough for you?” Wayne said, looking up at you. His eyes were watery but you could tell he wouldn’t let them drop if it was the last thing he did.

“No no! It’s not that, you're perfect for me.” You rushed out. How could he think that? You couldn’t see yourself with anyone else in the world.

“Then why did you leave me.” Wayne said more like a statement than a question.

You still were too scared to admit the truth. What if it ruined everything between you two? What if you already ruined what was good? You were born to break things your father would always tell you. Yet your mother would always tell you that you were born to fix things. It’s like a devil and angel on the shoulder situation going on here.

“I-” You closed your eyes tightly. You’ve never said these words to anybody.

“You what? Tell me..” Wayne said softly. Seeing him like this hurt. He looked like a wounded puppy. But it was only you who could ever make him feel like this.

“Gosh I love you Wayne. That’s why I ditched you at the diner and didn’t tell you. That’s why I wasn’t going to tell you I was back but you showed up at my door and I couldn’t do anything about it. I love you and there’s nothing that scares me more. Okay?” You rambled out and you felt the feeling of relief lift off your chest. But you felt it all come back when you looked at Wayne. He didn’t look like he could feel the love Mr. Krabs.

“You what?” He questioned.

“Nothing just forget-”

“Say it again.”

“I love you Wayne. I love you so much it hurts okay?” You stated once again. Wow twice in a row and it doesn’t get easier with this tension in the air.

“I love you too.” Wayne whispered so low you could barely hear it.

“What?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows In attempts to hear better. The stupidest things a human will do.

“I love you too.” Wayne said, raising his voice clearing his throat at the end of his sentence.

“For how long?” You smiled digging for details now that the hard attention wasn’t on you.

“Since I first saw you.. Or whateva.” Wayne said looking everywhere else but your face.

“So your love crazy? That’s why you beat up that kid to find out where I was?” You questioned to see if the rumors you were herding were true.

“You heard about that?” Wayne questioned.

“So it’s true?!” You laughed out. He was crazy for you.

“What else was I supposed to do? You left me.” He said, watching you with his calculating eyes as you walked closer to him, closing the gap between you two. Laying one of your hands on his cheek Wayne immediately leaned into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist slowly pulling you into him. As he did this you felt the both of you relax in each other's hold. It took forever to get Wayne to get this comfortable with you. This was all you two needed. Each other.

“Don’t leave me like that again.” Wayne said as he hid his face in your neck. You still didn’t understand why he would do this. But one day you asked him and he said ‘It feels like home.’

“I won’t.” You whispered, running your other hand through his hair.

“You pinky swear or whateva it is?” Wayne spoke, making you laugh a little. He never knew how to handle sentimental stuff.

“I pinky swear or whateva.” You promised, mocking him at the same time.

Wayne grabbed one of your hands and wrapped your pinky around his. He was going to hold you to your promise.

“You keep your promise and I’ll do the same.” Wayne promised.

God just plan the wedding now.

Pulling him down to you you laid a kiss on his lips sealing the promise.

There’s nowhere you’d rather be.

Your Wayne.

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luccettis · 1 month

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chapter six - right where you left me

As per plan, every Saturday or maybe one or two days out of the week, Orlando came over to the Luccetti house - because that’s what Bobby preferred. Every once in a blue moon visit, Del was allowed to visit Orlando’s. Carl and Teddy initially were not fond of Orlando. Del teased him for putting on this spectacle to impress her family, but he insisted that he knew it was faster to build trust with her family by using his ‘white voice’ and acting ‘prim and proper’. They worked on assignments together, studied, or sat and watched TV or a couple episodes of a show with her brothers. And according to this plan, Wayne was given instructions to lie low, and Orlando incorrectly assumed he would comply. Unbeknownst to Orlando, of course.

According to Wayne’s plan, half an hour Orlando left for school, Wayne would take the spare house key and leave. He wore dark clothes and wore a baseball cap and sunglasses - the same thing he had to wear when they went grocery shopping. And he walked. Every day, he walked to Del’s neighborhood and peered and watched. While he could vaguely see Orlando’s vision through a lens that Terrence had to instill in him, that approach to figuring out the Luccetti’s schedule was not working for him. He watched Bobby’s truck return from presumably dropping Del off, and coming home. Another half an hour would pass before him and her brothers got back into the truck. Wayne would find somewhere and genuinely sit for hours, watching. Somedays, the three of them came home early. Some of the days, he would see only Bobby come home and drop Del off. Then leave again, and come back a few hours later.

But every time Wayne saw Del’s figure, he wanted to run to her. He wanted to run to her and hold her and never let go. He was getting too close and tempting fate when he did this. But every time he was around in the neighborhood and Del was getting home, she would look around. Like she was searching for something. Her face was often wistful, as Orlando described to Wayne. He watched from a few houses away - which were most likely condemned by the city of Brockton. She looked tired. He could hear Bobby shouting for her, yelling her full name. He would linger. Orlando would ask him what he was doing, but Wayne justified his outside time by saying he went on walks to calm his anger. Something Terrence tried getting him to do once. It wasn’t really effective. But it wasn’t a complete lie.

So, Orlando’s plan was thus discarded in Wayne’s mind. It was out the window. They’d talk over dinner or lunch, and talk about how it was going. It was mostly a lot of Wayne going ‘uh-huh’, ‘yeah’, and ‘okay’s. Orlando was weary of Wayne’s lackluster responses. It was believable that it was attributed to how downtrodden Wayne was without Del. He didn’t want to pry and risk Wayne attempting to kick his ass. He didn’t put it past him. Juvie was rough, and if you were trapped in a building with Wayne McCullough, you should be picking a god and praying to it.

By now, it had been a month, and school was going to be over for summer in early June. Orlando told him how much better Del was doing when they got to hang out. He told Wayne about things she did for the student council, and that she got to be student body president. But to balance out the positivity, kind of, was Del’s home life. He told Wayne the Luccetti’s worked in construction, and Bobby had his own crew he was lead foreman for. No wonder they were gone all day. But Wayne was formulating. The next day he went to Del’s house, and Bobby dropped her off and went back to work, he was going to her front door.

He was tired of waiting.

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By now, mid-May had come. Wayne had a handle on the Luccetti’s schedule. Orlando had accepted that Wayne was a better man - boy - man now. He went on walks to calm down. He ate actual real food that wasn’t snacks, or probably junk food he had along the way. He had looked better. He had maintained Orlando’s grandma’s yard, and helped keep the house clean. He was reformed. At least, to Orlando.

It’s a Friday morning, and Orlando has left for school. Wayne already made a grocery list for the weekend. He did his chores. He even did his laundry without Orlando’s help to use it. When it went off, it sang a little song. Just like the house he stayed in before. He bided his time until school was over. The Luccetti men stayed at work until 7, coming home at 7:30 on Fridays. Because he knew from his friend, they stayed home all weekend and basically never leave except to take Del to work. So he waited. When Orlando came home, they ate lunch. At 3:30, when he knew for sure enough time had passed that her brothers and dad wouldn’t be home, he went to leave.

“I’m going for my walk.”

“It might as well be a goddamn hike.” Orlando snorted, finishing eating the chips on his plate. “I ain’t even asking where you go. But at least you coverin’ up.”

“I just walk. I missed Brockton.” Which wasn’t a lie. But she was the only good thing in this town. Orlando was too, he guesses.

“Yeah. I don’t know if Brockton miss you.”

Wayne got up and threw away his trash, and grabbed his outside garb - dressed up, and grabbed his keys.

“I’ll come home at 6.”

“Cool. We makin’ shrimp scampi today.”

“We’re making what?”

“Shrimp scampi. You’ll see.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Orlando followed suit with his trash and they parted ways - Orlando went upstairs, and Wayne power walked his way to the door.

The rush of adrenaline hit him again, fueling his walk. He felt lightheaded as he walked - his usual 30 minute walk became 15. The fire in his chest ignited, and his blood coursing through his veins was gasoline. He stopped at the house before theirs. No pick-up truck. He walked to the Luccetti - walking up the steps. His heart was racing. He felt like he was out of breath. He lowered his ridiculous hood, shoved his sunglasses in his pocket. He outstretched a hand, and hesitated to knock.

What would she say? How would she react? He had been dreaming of this moment for months. He clutched her necklace in his other hand. It was all he had of her.

He braces himself, and knocks against the wood of the door. The porch of her house looked different. It had a lot of work put in. The paint on the door was no longer peeling, and the flooring on the stairs and porch floor had been redone. A nice patio set replaced the bench-like seating in front of the house.

No answer. He knocks again. He hears yelling.

“Would you fuckin’ wait a second?”

Del.

He stepped back and waited.

He hears footsteps approaching the door, a few locks unlock, a chain be undone, and the door handle turned. The door swung open.

Del Luccetti.

She stared at him, her eyes wide, and she slammed the door shut. The door reopens. And then she slammed it shut again. It stayed shut. Wayne knocked on the door again. Del swung open the door and yanked him inside. He stumbles, tripping over his own feet.

“Wayne!”

She closes the door behind them - and she does all the locks. She turns to look at him, standing in her walkway. He stares at her. Her hair got a little longer, and her neck was bare. He holds out his hand. Under the living room lights, her name glinted in the metal script in the palm of his hand. Her eyes flicker from staring at him, to down at her necklace, then back up at him. She doesn’t say another word before nearly leaping forward to hug him. She wraps her arms around him, holding him tight - as if, if she lets him go, he would disappear into thin air. He smelled like mangoes. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and her eyes immediately fill with tears. She had shed tears for Wayne before many times, over many nights. But now she could cry tears for his return. He held her in return with the same sentiment that like sand in the hourglass, it’d slip through his hands. She didn’t burst into a sob, instead she regained her composure. After a long few seconds, she let go, and ignored the welled up tears in her eyes.

“What the fuck, Wayne? What are you doin’ here?” She asked. He could see her eyes glassy as she spoke to him.

“I got out of juvie.” He answered. “I came to see ya.”

“They let you out?”

He glances at the floor. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Big jail break. So I got out.” He shrugged. “Took the bus to Boston. Now I’m here.”

“When? Like, fuckin’ today?”

“Uh.”

This was the hard part. Wayne didn’t prepare to answer the ‘how long?’ question. Because it has been weeks now. And Orlando didn’t know where he was going at night. Del looked at him expectantly, like he would give an answer like, ‘in the last day’.

“Uh. April.”

“April?!” She snapped. Her face was hardened now. “You been in fuckin’ Brockton since April?! Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Orlando’s.”

The anger on Del’s face grew stiff, and her skin went pale. Oh my God. The dots were connecting as her eyes bore into Wayne’s face, and he nervously stared back.

“Them were no fuckin’ raccoons.” She was going to fucking kill Orlando. “It was you.” The noises, the messes of snack wrappers and so much laundry in his room despite visiting with Orlando literally every week or weekend. Wayne was living there. Jesus fucking Christ. Her face softens, thinking of how long it had been.

“Why did you wait?” She asked quietly.

“I didn’t want your dad to fuckin’ kill you.” He answered. “Well. And really fuckin’ kill me for real this time.” He thinks of Orlando’s words. “I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

She knows he’s right - because there was no other explanation as to why he would wait so long. But she felt some sort of subliminal embarrassment, wondering if Wayne had seen her while he was hiding away. Her ridiculous work uniform, or about how her dad shouted and yelled at her when they were at Orlando’s house.

“Orlando and I were gonna tell you soon. I couldn’t fuckin’ wait. I wait for your dad and brothers to go. I tried really hard not to go to the school to find you.”

She missed his voice so, so terribly. He looked tired, but that wasn’t abnormal for Wayne. But this kind of tiredness, he was like a fire ready to self extinguish. He held out her necklace again. She takes it, and fumbles to put it on herself.

“Thanks, dummy.” She smiled, the pain in her chest persisting. It ached and pained in his absence, but now the fear that he would be taken from her again. That if Bobby found out, he’d rip up the roots of the Luccetti family wordlessly and leave Brockton. She couldn’t take it.

“What time do they come home?” 7:30. He knows already.

“7:30. I gotta start cookin’ dinner.” Remembering her duties, she’s deflated. There came Wayne’s anger as he followed her into a kitchen like a puppy at her heels. She opens the fridge and pulls out thawed fish, and digs through her cabinet for spices. She returns to the kitchen’s island with salt, pepper, and dill. She gets back into the fridge for a small lemon and butter.

“They make you cook?” Wayne asked. His temper hadn’t changed. That’s for sure.

Del was almost hesitant to answer. Delilah Luccetti was no fuckin’ martyr. She did what she needed to to survive.

“Yeah, but it means I don’t gotta eat takeout garbage all the fuckin’ time.”

Wayne knew to what extent she was fulfilling her duties. Her kitchen and living room looked different. The patches in the walls he had seen were finally sanded down and repainted. The kitchen looked nicer-ish. She turns the oven on to preheat. The furniture mostly stayed the same. But her house was changing. She digs a sheet pan out of a cabinet beside the oven, and some roll of foil out of a drawer. She pulls it and cuts it off along the serrated edge and lays it flat onto the pan.

“You hungry?” She asks. Wayne watchers her movements, almost robotic in nature with how she moved - every step was planned out. She didn’t even need to think. Like she had made this particular meal so many times, it didn’t really require thought.

“Kind of.”

“That’s a yes.”

He wants to ask her about what it’s been like. She cuts open the packaging around the filets of fish with a knife, not bothering with a pair of scissors. She lays out five pieces onto the pan. She leans across the counter to grab a lighter and a candle that sat beside a bowl of fruit. She ignites the wicks and sets it back down, before taking salt and pepper to the filets. It read blueberry cobbler. He doesn’t know what that is. But it smells really nice.

“Orlando told me you work at the pizza shop.”

She wipes the knife from cutting open the fish onto her sleeve, and then starts to slice the lemon into slices. He wanted to ask her what she was making. He wanted to ask her a lot, but maybe this wasn’t the time.

“Yeah. They let you eat like two slices on your lunch break, like it’s a free perk or whatever.” She answered, leaving the slices on the counter before dusting each one with the dill seasoning. “It gets busy.” She talks as though she’s just accepted the way things are. This is her life now. He knows her better than this. She lays two slices on each piece, and cuts small pieces of butter to sit on each piece as well. She opens the oven door and Wayne answers her while she’s turned away. He doesn’t think before he speaks.

“Orlando told me you said they make you work like your ma’.” She slowly closes the oven door and turns to face Wayne.

“I didn’t have a fuckin’ choice, Wayne.” Her warm brown eyes were filled with a violence she had been trying to temper down since he had been gone. “It was this, or I go to a Catholic all girls school in fuckin’ Philadelphia. I chose to stay and do this. Bein’ a fuckin’ maid and mother to Carl, Teddy and my dad.”

He lets her talk.

“If stayin’ in Brockton meant I had to fuckin’ scrub floors, make bullshit meals and doin’ shit all the time, I wanted to do it. I wasn’t gonna fuckin’ leave because I didn’t know how else I was gonna see you again. I didn’t know how long you were gonna be stuck in fuckin’ Florida, wherever the fuck you were, prayin’ you’d get home.”

“I would’a found you.”

“My dad would’a made sure no one could. Not even you.” She rests her hands on the counter, leaning forward. “I just wanted to fuckin’ be here. Right where you left me.”

He looks back at her and watches her face. Studying every little feature in her face now.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“I don’t know that.”

“I do.”

Her jaw gets tight, and they lock eyes. The eye contact is intense - both of their stomachs feeling like they were twisting into knots.

“You don’t know that.”

“Orlando and I got plans.”

“Yeah? Like what? Fuckin’ hidin’ you like a fugitive? You wearin’ disguises forever?”

“No. We’re gonna get jobs. I’ll get a job to make money.”

“You haven’t even graduated school.”

“I’m gonna get my GED. I’m gonna save money to move out. We can get an apartment. Then you and I can live in it.”

Del exhales, sniffling.

“I don’t want you to go away again.”

“I’m not.”

This answer from Wayne came stern, and strong. Unwavering sureness to the truth. They both know this. Wayne would have to be in a body bag to be taken out of Brockton, and to be taken away from Del. He had worked so hard to come home. Nothing, and he means nothing is getting in the way of earning Del back. He’d do what he needed to go. He got through months of juvie. He rode hours on a gross, smelly bus that played movies back to Boston. He did therapy. He had done so much to get here.

“I’m gonna get a job and live with Orlando until we can live together.”

“I think I have to be goin’ to college before my dad lets me move out. Maybe not even then. He’ll have to fuckin’ kick the bucket first.”

“He can’t fuckin’ keep you here forever, Del.”

It’s her turn to look down at the counter.

“He makes me feel like it.”

“You’re not gonna be stuck here forever. You’re gonna be mayor someday. Then you don’t gotta worry about motherin’ your dad and brothers no more.”

25 minutes go by fast while they talk. The clock was inching closer to the time that Carl, Teddy and Bobby would come home. She looks at him and thinks about the moments before they were separated. How fuzzy her head felt, feeling dizzy and sick - calling out for Wayne in her slurred speech trying to force herself to consciousness. How she put the pedal of the golden Trans-Am to the floor, trying to find the nearest hospital. Wayne’s labored breathing beside her. Words falling out of her mouth, trying to utter a phrase she’d never imagined she’d say out loud to another human being.

“Did you mean it?”

He thinks about what she asks him. His face covered in blood, head throbbing and rested against the window. The way his nose hurt from the fractures, feeling the bruising under the skin. He could still feel it now. He could barely feel it in the moment when he had the racing thought he had been thinking and holding back the moment they met.

“I love you, Del.”

“I mean it.”

She felt reassured. Her heart skipped two beats, and they both parted their lips to speak at the same time.

“I love you, Wayne.”

“I love you, Del.”

They hold eye contact a little while longer. The oven dings, and they break it after a few more seconds of the timer beeping in the background. She turns around and takes the food out, and digs in the freezer for two brown rice packets - throwing them into the microwave. She opens a cabinet door beside the oven and takes out five plates and sets them on the counter. She takes two off the stack - one to Wayne, and one for herself. They take their plates and forks, taking a piece of fish each. Del removed the brown rice packets from the microwave and poured each packet onto a plate. They walk into her living room - five steps away - and curl up on her couch beside each other and eat.

Neither one of them really talks while they watch TV. It’s only fitting that The Mummy is playing on the channel now. It was no Encino Man, but they didn’t care. They ate their food - the smell of fish was overwhelmed by the candle burning in the kitchen. Wayne thought about work while they ate. Yeah, he could do demolition. Orlando suggested it. But Wayne thought about his future the way Del did. The way she would change Brockton.

What would Wayne do?

He chews the fish - tender, and the dill with lemon combination was good. The rice was lacking in flavor, but the fish helped. But the fish itself was great. They glance at each other occasionally throughout the movie. Del made him want to do more. He could work at a store somewhere, with a consistent pay he might not get waiting outside of a Lowes or Home Depot. He could ask Orlando about other jobs. He thought about writing. Writing comics, not books. Reading was terrible. He could write, and he and Orlando could draw. Maybe own a comic book store. He didn’t really want a lot out of life. Just him, Del, and their house. Maybe kids.

He looks at Del while she watches Brendan Fraiser fight for his life on the screen. She’d be a good ma’.

He wonders if he’d be a good dad.

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After the runtime of the movie was up, they washed their plates in the sink and set it in the drying rack. THeir time together was coming to an end.

“You gotta go before they’re home.”

“I know.” Wayne answered, wishing now he could have boots of concrete. He missed her so much, the way she smelled like jasmine. The feeling of her shoulder leaning into his, and her head on his chest.

They stand in the kitchen, neither person wishing to separate. She walks them to the front door and undoes the locks.

“When am I gonna see you again?”

“When you go to Orlando’s. If your dad leaves ya.”

“Yeah. He might. We’ll see.” She chuckles nervously.

“So, this is bye?”

“Yeah. Only for a coupl’a days.” She assures him.

Her eyes looked wet again. She hugs him suddenly, and squeezes him tight. SHe didn’t want to let go. He wraps his arms around her small frame. SOmeday, they wouldn’t have to say goodbye. They’d wake up and sleep next to each other in the same room, in the same bed. She leans back in the hug and cups Wayne’s cheeks. Del leans in, pressing her lips against Wayne’s and it feels like little fireworks go off between them. The electricity that passes from one person to the next is invigorating. They hadn’t exchanged a kiss since the hospital. It’s hungry in a touch starved nature. No, Del didn’t do the romance shit - but she had him back. She would be damned if that was going to change. He kisses her back, clutching her tighter against him. The long kiss gently breaks, only to be replaced by smaller kisses. Both of their hearts beat beat beat against their juvenile rib cages wishing to break free. Body to body contact wasn’t nearly enough. They give each other one last little kiss and rest their foreheads together.

Neither one of them moves and just stands there. Her eyelids flutter open.

“Okay. Now you gotta go.” She whispers, her hands moving down his shoulders to hold onto his forearms. They reluctantly let each other go.

She cracks open the front door and rests tiredly against its frame. He steps through the door and looks back at her.

“I love you, Del.”

“I love you, Wayne.”

She watches him go down her porch steps, and walk away from her house. He glances back at her every once in a while. She watches as his figure disappears in the darkness of Brockton’s night. ONce she can’t see him anymore, she closes her front door. Once it closes completely and she locks it up again - she collapses back against the door. She squeezes her eyes shut and tilts her head back against the wood and looks up towards the ceiling. He had only been gone for barely a few minutes. She exhales shakily and finally lets herself cry.

Happy tears streamed down her face, and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

Wayne McCullough was back.

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bbycha25 · 4 months

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This meme is dead like 3 years ago but that one TikTok video

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shyjusticewarrior · 12 days

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Jason: Do I have any regrets? *pulls out long list*

Jason: "Achieving consciousness-" that was a big one.

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starry-bi-sky · 1 month

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i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul #its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT #this is the gist of it #i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper #and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it.#ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage #bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat #ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina #the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms #because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley.#and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore #like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and #haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where #siren type shit fr fr #look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat #on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth #he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason #and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina #the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays #a lullaby.#look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink #hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays.#hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly

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My Only Sunshine

It was a quiet night in Gotham, when suddenly the coms crackle to life, with a voice, that seemingly none of the bats recognized. That is all but one. Damians blood ran cold as he heard something that should not be possible. He had never even let himself think about it, because even recalling the mere memory of it would shatter him.

The other night, dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you

In my arms

Batman's voice was the first to come over the coms “oracle who is this? Where are they?”

“I’m working on it B.” She crackle back in her slightly mechanical disguised voice.

When I awoke, dear

I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried

Oracle may not have known where it was coming from, but he did. He knew it as he knew the heart beating in his chest and the air within his lungs. Without thinking he leapt off the building, grappling across the city that his father loved, but he has never thought of as his true home.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

He was vaguely aware as Batman cried out for him, but that didn’t matter. His blood was rushing too quickly through his ears. Any protest or question simply ignored. He had somewhere he needed to be, and he needed to be there now.

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

“Oracle location!”

“I’m trying B! But these people are good I can’t work faster than I am!”

Was the last thing that came over the coms before he reached up and muted everyone, everyone but the voice he was focused on. The world had narrowed down to the wind whipping past him, his heartbeat in his ears and the one voice that he had wish to hear again for so long.

I'll always love you and make you happy

And nothing else could come between

His lungs burned as Wayne industries came in to view. Why? Why of all nights was he on the outskirts of the city? He needed to move faster, faster, please be fast enough. He begged to himself, to whatever god was out there be fast enough ….and for him to be there for this not to be some sort of cruel trick.

But if you leave me to love another

I’ll support you as you follow your dreams

It was him. It had to be him. only he knew to sing it that way. His brother quietly singing and holding him as he silently cried. He was never good enough for grandfather, he will never be good enough to be the heir to be excepted never daring, hopeing to be loved, but it was never like that with his brother. His brother loved him more than anything, and he couldn’t stop anything as grandfather ran his sword through the heart of the one person he truly loved. Through the heart of Damien’s one weakness.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

Even at the end, when his brother knew grandfather was coming for him, his too kind brother never forced him. Always giving him a choice and he had failed his brother when he was willing to give up everything for someone as weak and pitiful as him. He wasn’t strong enough to run. He wasn’t strong enough to protect the one person who loved him above all else.

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

He was so close three minutes out. Almost there the highest spot in the city, the best place to see the stars.

Northstar, I’m so happy you made it out. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you.

My Northstar please stop blaming yourself. This was my choice. It was always my choice and I don’t regret a second of it so neither should you. You are without a second of doubt the best thing to have ever happened to me.

Damien felt a pit open up in his stomach. Less than two minutes to Wayne enterprises

You have to let the others in Northstar. Being family to them, loving them it’s not replacing me or dishonoring me. Quite the opposite Northstar it’s keeping me alive; In a different way, but I’m still with you.

Go on brother adventures with Dick, try things that make you uncomfortable, but know that he will keep you safe.

Spend time with Babs in the library, read books that let you travel to fantastical worlds that we could never dream of.

Go to Jason for advice. You two are more alike than you even know, lean on each other, use that.

Try photography with Tim. Take pictures of all those animals that you love.

Less than one minute

Pull pranks with Stephanie. Let yourself be a kid and laugh at stupid and dumb things.

When things get too much go to Cass for quiet and understanding.

Go to Duke and ask him to take you out shopping at a regular store or to go to the mall to buy a toy for yourself. Enjoy the normal quiet moments.

Go to Bruce for comfort, he is Batman but he is also our dad don’t forget that, let him be a dad.

The world went blurry. There is no one on the roof.

Northstar I’m gone. I really am gone. You know how magic is Northstar your big brother had a few tricks up his sleeve, but I’m afraid this used the last of it. In the future in the far, far, far, future when you come join me in the hereafter, I’ll be waiting for you with open arms. I love you, Northstar now let our family love you in my stead.

As his feet made contact with the roof of Wayne enterprises a small, glowing object made it self known in the center of the roof. It appeared that stars itself littered and sprung from the object, beckoning him forward.

He was vaguely aware of the rest of the bats and birds joining him on the roof, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that his shaking hand was reaching out to grab the old dog stuffed animal as the last glitters of Stardust left the plush.

A drop of water fell down and landed on the left ear of the love worn dog. Reaching up and touching below the domino he realize that he was crying. When did that happen? When was the last time this happened?

As he clutched the dog plush to his chest, a frivolity that would have never been allowed in the league, but still his brother who he loved most in this world snuck it in for him. Hiding it behind a loose stone in the wall. Bringing it out for him to hold as his big brother comforted him and told him stories of a better life that they could have.

The demons heir, Robin, Damien sobbed, cried for the injustice of the world, for his brother who even waiting for him in the hereafter was still looking out for him.

His body shook as wave after wave of agony and despair ripped through him. Years of repressed grief tore through his body sharper and with more deadly aim than any blade. The floodgates had been opened. His big brother had given him this one last gift.

So when Batman, his father, his dad crouched down in front of him concern showing through his usual stoic expression he does not ignore what his brother has given him and leaps forward, clutching onto his dad and weeping for the brother that he lost and the son his dad will never get to know.

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