#Danny: you stabbed me so I’m keeping the knife

[deadsetobsessions]

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

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“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

#danny phantom #Danny ‘plausible deniability’ Phantom #Jason Todd #red hood #batman #tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #black bat #Tim usually would be a better liar #but usually he lies to Batman #not Danny #Cassandra Cain and these idiots that she unfortunately loves #Danny: you stabbed me so I’m keeping the knife #Danny plays finders keepers with Gotham muggers #he wins #cartwheeling in Wayne manor #dc x dp #dp x dc #bamf danny phantom

[screamsortega]

i won’t let anyone hurt you;

summary: as news of a new ghostface arises you get painful flashbacks from the year before, luckily, your boyfriend ethan is there to comfort you.

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, murder, all that stuff.

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

*lowercase intended*

“what’s going on?” sam spoke, rushing in not too long after chad called for her.

“…where the mutilated bodies of two students..” the news reporter on the tv spoke.

“cute boy, nice.” quinn said, pointing to the guy that followed in after sam.

“their names have just been released by the police, jason carvey and greg bruckner.” the reporter continues before mindy chimes in.

“holy shit,” she began, “that’s that chode from our film studies class. the one obsessed with argento.”

“Also found at the scene were various ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the stab movie franchise.” as soon as the reporter said those words, you could feel your face grow pale before you all looked at one another.

“Pack a bag, we leave in ten.” sam spoke, walking into the kitchen to grab a knife.

“sam, wait, sam!” tara spoke up, walking over towards her sister.

“we’re getting out of the city.”

“what?” the guy, danny, that followed behind sam said.

“thank you, suspicious new guy, but we got it from here.” chad says, slightly pushing danny back out of the apartment. “have a good night, get home safe.”

“sam.” tara said, “sam, wh- hold on, no, wait, let’s talk about this for a second. cause this might not have anything to do with us.”

“are you serious?” sam asked.

“it’s a big city! it’s halloween, everybody’s wearing masks!” tara defended.

“tara, this isn’t a coincidence.” sam spoke, hee voice slightly raising. “you knew him!”

“barely.”

“chad, mindy, y/n? back me up.”

“i mean, it is a little bit..” chad started as mindy finished his sentence. “close to home.”

“see?” sam said, turning back to tara.

you had been sitting in silence, blanking out, ethan had taken notice of this. “y/n?” he spoke, his voice low enough to where only you could hear.

ethan’s voice caused you to bring yourself back into reality, you get up and walk into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you which causes the group to stop in the middle of their conversations.

“is — is she okay?” anika questions, looking from one person to another.

“this is bringing shit back for her,” tara began, “everything that happened last year traumatized her for like, life.”

“didn’t it happen to all of you, though?” quinn asks, trying to keep up.

“well, yeah, but it just had a way harder hit on her. she hasn’t been dealing with it well either.”

ethan glances at the ground, contemplating on whether or not he should try and comfort you.

he gets up, heads to your bedroom door but before he reaches for the handle mindy chimes in. “she probably doesn’t want to be bothered right now, dude.”

ethan rolls his eyes, ignoring mindy’s comment as he walks in your bedroom and closes the door behind him.

“hey, you okay?” ethan asks, sitting besides you as his hand rests upon your shoulder.

you shrug his hand off, “go away, e.”

the two of you sit in silence for a moment, ethan deciding on what to say. “do you wanna talk about it?”

you just sit there, knees up against your chest as your head hangs low. “i know this must be hard for you, and i’m sorry that you have to go through this again.” ethan began.

“i care about you, y/n, and i’m here for you. so, please, talk to me.”

for some reason, tears just start to pour onto your face, your head falls upon ethan’s shoulder. “i can’t do this shit again, e, i can’t.”

“i know, it’s okay,” ethan began, his hand crept up to your hair, brushing through it. “just take deep breaths, okay? in and out.”

“ethan,” you began, finally controlling your breathing. “you have to get out of here, okay? if ghostface is really back then that means they’ll come after everyone, and that includes you and i can’t lose you, e.”

“yeah, well, you must be crazy if you think i’m leaving you.” ethan spoke, “i won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?”

“just let it all out, y/n”

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 4

All the parts I've shared from the ask game collected into one post! I didn't add more than a sentence, I'm afraid. It seemed to fall on a perfect scene break.

Story Summary: Jack and Maddie install a new ghost shield on the house which activates the moment Danny tries to step into his home. His secret is out and his parents are determined to excise the ghost from their son.

Luckily Danny isn't alone. The Young Justice, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz aren't going to leave him to suffer.

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: AO3, Tumblr - First, Last

Arc 3: First, Previous

Word Count: 1k

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“Hold him down, Jack!” cried his mom.

“I’ve got him, sweetie. Go ahead,” replied his dad.

The knife was cutting into him again. Deeper and deeper.

“I know who you are, Danny. But I could never, never love a ghost,” sneered his mom. She drew her hand back and stabbed right into his core.

Danny woke screaming.

Hands were holding him down, restraining him, pushing him. Pain radiated out from his torso from the endless torture he’d been undergoing.

“Stop! Stop! It’s me,” he begged.

He begged. He could talk. The muzzle was gone. And he was lying on something soft.

The figure above him wasn’t wearing orange or blue. And he wasn’t shouting in anger, but concern.

“Danny! It’s okay, you’re not with them. We got you out. You’re safe now.”

“Secrets,” croaked Danny.

“Yeah. That’s right. It’s me. Back with me?”

Danny nodded and reached out, fisting his hand in his friend’s shirt. He didn’t try to stop the tears.

Tim clasped his hand over Danny’s. “I’ve got you, Polaris. Always.”

“Hurts,” said Danny. He closed his eyes, only for images of the lab and his parents to fill his memories. He opened them again.

“I’d say you’re due for some more healing ectoplasm if you can take it. And I can reapply some of the salve to your injury if you’d like.”

Danny shook his head. “Is… the ice. Is there more?”

“The ice Jazz and Sam put inside your injury?”

Danny nodded.

“Yeah, there’s plenty. How do you take it?”

“I can suck on it. It’ll help. And… yes. More of the salve, please.”

Tim nodded. Then, louder, he called, “Kon! Pull over, could you? Danny wants us to add some more salve to his injury and I’d like you to remove his bandages.”

“Will do, Rob!” replied Kon from the driver’s seat.

Then the vehicle was slowing and pulling over. A moment later, Kon appeared next to Tim.

“I think I heard something about the ice, too? Which containers is everything in? I’ll get it.”

Danny let his mind drift as Tim and Kon figured out the logistics of helping him. Throughout it all, Danny never let go of Tim’s shirt and Tim never let go of his hand.

“Danny,” said Tim, tapping the back of his hand. “I’ve got the ice. Ready for it?”

Danny nodded and the case opened without Tim doing anything. Tim’s other hand had one of the heavy gloves on it that would keep him safe and he picked up a piece before holding it out.

Danny opened his mouth and Tim fed it to him. The chill spread out pleasantly from his tongue, cooling the fire of pain radiating from his chest just a bit.

As he sucked on the medicinal treat, Kon used his TTK to remove the bandages. If only he’d been around more—never had bandage removal been so painless before.

Tim had to let go of his hand to spread the healing salve, but Danny didn’t let go of his shirt. The first touch of a gloved hand to his chest had him flinching away and begging for mercy, but Tim’s reassurances and Kon’s jokes pulled him back to reality.

“Hey, ghost boy, freedom sure smells great. The back of a van and the interstate. Couldn’t get much more comfortable than this. Doesn’t that prove you’re not back with them?” Kon asked.

Danny tried to smile, but was afraid it probably looked more like a grimace.

Tim huffed. “If you think I’m gonna let another one of my friends die on me any time soon, Polaris, you’re out of your mind.”

“Not allowed to clone me,” warned Danny around the ice he was still sucking.

Tim flushed and focused on applying the salve. “I’ve grown as a person since then.”

Kon huffed. “You better have.”

Before long, they finished. “How’s that, Danny?” asked Kon.

Danny hummed as he took stock. Touching the injuries had obviously come with its own pain, but the area was now under a numbing coolness that helped beat back some of the pain. “Better,” he said. “Thanks.”

“Great!” said Tim. “Do you want anything else? Let’s try to get you a few spoonfuls of ectoplasm and yogurt. You need your calories if you’re going to heal at all.”

Danny frowned, but acquiesced. “Fine. But I want another piece of ice when we’re done.”

“You’ve got it,” agreed Tim readily.

“Well, looks like it’s back to driving for me,” said Kon. He stood and stretched before heading back to the front of the vehicle and out of Danny’s sight.

This time, with the salve numbing him and the nightmares still haunting him if he closed his eyes for more than a blink, he ate much more. He finished an entire vial of ectoplasm and half the yogurt before he couldn’t stand the thought of eating any more.

“Talk to me?” he asked before taking the second piece of ice.

“Of course. What do you want me to talk about?” asked Tim.

“Anything,” admitted Danny. “Just need something to distract me.”

Tim hummed in thought. “Well, I know I’ve talked about Gotham before, but it’ll be different now that you’re coming with me to live there rather than visit. You’ll be moving in with me to my civilian apartment. It’s a penthouse downtown near the Drake Industries offices. My dad may have nearly ruined the company, but Bruce has been helping me build it back up. I’m not officially in charge, but as my dad was the owner, I’ve got a controlling interest.

“There’s lots of places to eat nearby. My favorite is this little hole-in-the-wall Hispanic place run by a Puerto Rican family. You have to try their empanadas. Simply to die for. I’ll get us take out from there when you’re finally up to eating something more solid than smoothies or yogurt. There’s also a killer pizza place within walking distance…”

Danny let the words drift over him, and this time, when he closed his eyes, he didn’t see images of his parents or the lab. Instead, he saw himself and Tim and a new chance at family and home.

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Tim will not survive if another one of his friends dies on him. He's finally got Kon, Bart, and Bruce back and he will not lose anyone else.

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[mellifiedprincess]

hiii <3 this was another request! hope i did it justice and i hope everyone is having a lovely day hehe :)

ethan landry x reader

JUST LISTEN TO ME

Everything happened so fast. One minute, you were chilling on the couch with Anika, waiting for your boyfriend to come pick you up, then out of no where Ghostface was chasing you through the apartment.

And now?

Now, you were staring down at the alley from Quinn’s bedroom, as your friends screamed and begged for you to hurry across the shaky ladder. You were terrified. Almost ready to just give up and let Ghostface kill you. But you couldn’t do that to Ethan. You couldn’t just give up on him.

“Anika? Hey- as soon as I get across, you have to start moving. Okay?” The frightened girl only cries out more. “Fuck!” You yell out as you start crawling. Tears stream down your face and you try to focus on Sam, who’s hand is stretched out ready to grab you. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re almost there.” You hear Danny call out. And just when you think you can’t do it anymore, you feel the warm hands of Sam and Mindy. You fall into the arms of Mindy, who’s only half relieved, as Anika still hasn’t made it across.

“Anika! Move your ass now!” You scream out at your friend. The scared look on her face breaking your heart. She finally makes it on to the ladder, almost falling off a few times. And then Ghostface finally makes it in the room, slowly creeping up behind Anika.

You all watch in horror as Anika makes it halfway, only for Ghostface to stab their knife into the windowsill and start shaking the ladder. And then Anika slips. You watch with teary eyes as she hits the dumpster and then falls on the wet ground.

Your first thought was to call Ethan. Mindy had other thoughts, “I get you wanna hop all over your boyfriend for comfort, but NEVER! Never trust the love interest Y/N/N! Come on, you’re smarter than this.”

“Excuse me, but he was my boyfriend before we even met you guys.” You give her an incredulous look, snatching your phone back from her hands. “I trust him way more than I trust any of you.” And just when she was about to respond, Mindy was cut off by a loud smack, and when you look over you see the familiar brown curly locks you’ve been longing to see all night, and then there’s Chad. Chad who has your sweet angel pinned against a van, accusing him of the attack on everyone last night.

“Hey! Get off of him, now!” You yell as you march over to the two boys. Pushing Chad away, you look at Ethan who’s slightly out of breath, and he looks down at you. “Baby?” His voice is quiet, and his hands tremble as he reaches up to cup your face. “Please tell me you’re okay.” You bite your lip, tears pooling at your lash line. “Can we go somewhere else? Just the two of us?”

Ethan immediately pulls you into his chest, holding the back of your head gently. “Of course, angel. Let me grab your bag, okay?”

You walk back to Ethan’s dorm in a comfortable silence. His arm held a firm grip around your waist the whole time, scared you might slip away. As soon as you walk in the door, you feel the exhaustion hit you. All the adrenaline you had disappearing at once. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll grab some of my clothes for you to wear.” You let out a small ‘mhm’ in reply, and Ethan leaves a small kiss on your forehead before going to grab the clothes.

After you’re done showering, you find Ethan at his desk looking to be lost in thought. Until he catches you out the corner of his eye. “Hey sweet girl. You feeling any better?” He holds his arms out, gesturing for you to take place in his lap.

That’s when the dam breaks. All the emotions you had been trying to keep at bay, came rushing out.

“I’m so scared Ethan!” And he wishes more than anything he could tell you how there’s no need to be scared. How he’s ghostface and he would never hurt you. But he can’t. And It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. You’re probably the only person he truly does trust. He’s just so scared of what his family might do.

“Hey, look at me. I won’t let anything happen to you, as long as I can help it.”

“But what about you! Ethan, who’s gonna protect you! You’re the only good thing left in this stupid world. I don’t care about anything else, just you. And if something happens to you, I can’t-I won’t-“ Your breathing begins to become labored, and tears are streaming down your cheeks. Ethan- Ethan’s heart breaks at the sight of you like this. He hates that he can’t fix it. He hates his stupid family for starting this mess. He hates the core fucking four, for befriending you.

“Baby, you need to breath. We don’t want you to have an attack. Just look at me and listen, okay?” Ethan’s hands cup your cheeks, then go down to rub your shoulders, before landing on the small of your back. “I promise, nothing is going to happen to me.- Hey, look at me.” He guides your face back to his, before wiping away the fallen tears on your cheeks.

“Nothings gonna happen to me, you know why?”

“Why?” Your voice was small, almost childlike to Ethan.

“Because, as long as you’re alive, I have something to live for. I just have to think of you, and remember I have someone back home waiting for me. Waiting with open arms, and a heart full of love. All for me. Who wouldn’t want to fight for that?” A small smile graces your lips, as you play with the collar of Ethan’s shirt.

You think over your next words carefully. “I just wish we never met them. Is that terrible of me to say?” You look up and meet Ethan’s eyes, “I think you could wish death upon them all, and I would still think you’re an angel.” That elicits a string of giggles from you. And you can’t help but to wrap your arms around Ethan’s neck, and place your head on his shoulder.

You let out a relaxed sigh, feeling more at peace with Ethan’s warm embrace and comforting scent. “I love you so much.” You mumble out, sleep calling out your name. “I love you more, my sweet girl.” Ethan’s arms tighten around you as he feels your body relax into his. “I promise, nothings gonna happen to us. Soon, things will go back to the way they were.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that, but boy would you find out soon enough.

#ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi

[roses-r-rosie3]

Blame It On Me

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Spoilers for scream 6!!!!!

Warnings: angst, violence, character death, and swearing

Summary: This is basically and alternate needing to my other story Doing It For Love

“Not you guys” said Sam. “What?” said Danny in confusion. “Don’t trust anyone remember? We don’t know you guys, not really” said Sam. “You know me” said Danny. “You guys aren’t woodsborrow, I’m sorry” said Sam. “It’s okay we get it” said y/n. “Stay safe okay?” said Danny. “You too” said Sam.

After Sam, Tara, Chad, and Kirby left, y/n and Danny headed towards the police station in case if something went wrong.

“I’m going to go back” said y/n. “No you’re not” said Danny as he held his brother back. “Danny, you don’t need to be so protective I’ll be fine” said y/n. “I can’t just let you get hurt in there y/n, so keep walking, we’re almost there” said Danny. “Just let me go, I need to help them, Ethan is probably in there with them!” Said y/n. “And what if Ethan’s the killer?” Said Danny. “I know Ethan, he wouldn’t even hurt a fly” said y/n. “Y/n, everyone is a suspect, you can’t trust anyone” said Danny. “For fucks sake Danny! Just let me go! I’ll be okay! Okay?” Said Y/n trying to reassure his older brothers. “Fine” Danny grunted. Y/n gave his brother one last hug before he ran off to the theater.

Y/n finally found a way inside the theater as he heard gunshots. He made it to see Quinn unmask herself. But he also saw two other people, Detective Bailey and Ethan. Y/n was in shock, he didn’t know what to say. When he finally snapped out of his trance detective Bailey already noticed him. “Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party?” Laughed Bailey.

Ethan turned to see y/n who had tears in his eyes. Suddenly Ethan saw Quinn walked up to y/n and held a knife to his throat. “Let y/n go!” Said Tara. “We’ll teach him a lesson never to be nosy” said Bailey. “Wait! Dad, do you really think this is necessary? We just want to kill Tara and Sam” said Ethan. “Don’t tell me you actually caught feelings for the little bitch!” Said Bailey. “You know what, you can kill him” said Bailey as Quinn pushed y/n to Ethan.

“Ethan please don’t” cried y/n. Ethan stared at y/n with tears in his eyes. “Oh shut up y/n! You wouldn’t even let Ethan have sex with you, you’re such a fucking tease!” Yelled Quinn. “Go ahead and kill him!” Barked Bailey. “I’m sorry y/n” whispered Ethan as he lodged his knife into y/n’s gut. Y/n started to scream in pain as the sharp object stabbed him.

Ethan pulled out the knife as y/n collapsed on the floor. “Are you fucking kidding me! He’s still breathing!” Yelled Bailey. Bailey pointed his gun at y/n, but before he shot y/n Ethan shoved him out of the way. “Ethan what the fuck!” Yelled Quinn. That distraction gave Tara the chance to hit Quinn with a brick.

Skip to them defeating Bailey and Quinn

“Y/n!” Yelled Ethan as he ran towards y/n who was bleeding out. “I’m so sorry” sobbed Ethan who was trying to stop y/n from bleeding out. Y/n gave him a weak smile before he started to slowly shut his eyes. “No! Y/n please! Stay with me!” Cried Ethan.

All of a sudden the cops/paramedics and Danny rushed in. Danny saw Ethan in a ghostface costume and y/n bleeding out on the floor. Danny rushed towards his dying brother as he pushed Ethan away from y/n. “What the fuck did you do!” Screamed Danny. “Y/n! Y/n please! Wake up!” Sobbed Danny.

The paramedics took Danny away from y/n’s body as they tried to check for a pulse. Danny and Ethan waited impatiently waiting for them. “There’s no pulse!” Said the paramedics. Both Danny and Ethan’s heart dropped. “You fucking bitch! This is all your fault! My brother fucking died because of you!” Yelled Danny as he shoved Ethan. Sam and Tara tried pulling Danny away from Ethan. Ethan felt like his whole world was taken from him, he was the reason why y/n died.

Ethan watched as y/n was put in a body bag and carried away. Ethan walked outside and walked up to Danny. “I’m sorry, I loved y/n” said Ethan. “Step the fuck away from me” said Danny in anger. “You killed my fucking brother, you’re a murderer” said Danny. Ethan felt nothing but regret. He killed the love of his life.

A/n: There hasn’t been any Ethan Landry x M!Reader fanfics lately, btw I’m still working on ur requests!

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[ilovewriting06]

This is a request from @kati-1997

I bite my tongue to keep from screaming as I hide behind a dumpster. Little background story, okay so, I have a cat named Mittens and she got loose and me, being the ever loving mother that I am, chases her into an alley, where I’m currently hiding behind a dumpster watching a man stab another man to death. I look around and think the coast is clear so I take off running and being the clumsy ass that I am trips over a box and catches the attention of the murderer.

I get up again and take off running as he chases behind me. I run into the crowded street and try and scream when a hand is out over my mouth and I’m dragged into another alley. I let the tears fall down my face as I’m slammed against a wall. I look into the face of the murderer and chock on my breath, it’s Marcus Young. Another back story, Marcus Young is the son of a multi millionaire and is suspected in four murders, gun smuggling, drug smuggling, human trafficking, and God only knows what else. There’s been witnesses, but they’ve all mysteriously vanished or turned up dead in an unfortunate accident days before the trial.

I glance down at the knife and back into his face before I do possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever done I scream. I scream at the top of my lungs before kneeing him right in the crotch and I take off running again when he falls to the ground in pain.

I pant as I bust through the door of the HPD. I run to the desk sobbing, “You have to help me, please you have to help me.” An officer comes over to me and tries to calm me down, but there is no calming me down, “Ma’am please slow down, what happened.” I grab onto his arms and shake, “He killed him, and then tried to kill me, I got away but he’s going to kill me, I know he is. Please, you have to protect me!”

By now there are four officers trying to assess the situation and calm me down, “Who? Who tried to kill you?” I sucked in a breath, “Marcus, Marcus Young.”

With those words everyone started scrambling as the officer yelled, “Someone call Commander Steve McGarrett and tell him to get down here ASAP!” I cling onto the officers arm as he leads me to an interrogation room. I sit down and wrap myself with my arms and screech when the door is thrown open to reveal a tall muscular man with black hair and piercing blue eyes followed by a short not as muscular blonde with blue eyes. I quickly recognize them as Commander McGarrett and Detective Williams of the 5-0 task force.

Commander McGarrett pulls the chair across from me out before sitting down. He scans me over and I see his demeanor quickly change from determination and anger to calm and understanding, “What’s your name ma’am.” I wring my hands together, “Y-Y/N.” He nods, “Okay Y/N, can you tell me exactly what happened?”

I tell him and Detective Williams what happened and I gasp, “Oh no!” Commander McGarrett glances at me in alarm and I continue, “Mittens! I didn’t find Mittens! She’s all alone, outside!” Detective Williams walks forward, “Don’t worry it’s just a cat, she’ll survive on her own.” McGarrett spins around and glares at the short detective and I stand up now a little pissed, “No disrespect Detective Williams but my cat is the only family I have and if you think I’m going to leave her outside by one of the busiest roads in Oahu you are sadly mistaken! I would rather die than lose Mittens!”

He stares at me as well as his partner before he splutters, “That’s exactly what will happen if you go looking for her.” I feel my eye twitch before I growl, “Then so be it!” And then I’m storming out the door to go find my cat.

Steve’s POV

I look at Danny irritated, “What the hell Danny!? It’s her cat and obviously she cares deeply for Mittens.”

He scoffs, “Seriously? Of course you’d take the suicidal cat lovers side. You know you and her would get along great maybe when it’s all over and if she’s still alive you can take her out to coffee.”

I roll my eyes before pushing past him and running down the hall after Y/N, “Y/N! Wait!” She stops and spins around, “Yes, Commander.” I sigh and walk to her, “I’ll go with you to find Mittens.”

Y/N’s POV

I smile and hug him, “Thank you!” He awkwardly hugs back as everyone in the station watches, “It’s not a problem but I’m going with you.” I nod, “I could tell I liked you.”

In minutes I’m sitting in the back seat of a black Camaro speeding down the freeway with a pouting blonde and a smiling brunette, “Something tells me Detective Williams isn’t a cat person.” The commander shakes his head, “Oh absolutely not, hates them, thinks they’re the devil himself.”

I glare at the detective, “Well then, I’m glad he has a smart partner.” Williams scoffs as if I just told the biggest lie he’s ever heard. I make eye contact with McGarrett through the rearview mirror and he smiles, “Thank you Y/N and please call me Steve,” he points over to the blonde and continues, “And the pessimistic blonde over here is Danny.” I nod before I recognize where we are.

When I get out of the car I lead them down the alley to see the guy that I watched get murdered. I turn and bite back tears as Steve wraps his arms around me in a comforting manner, “Danny call CSU.”

When everything is taken care of the boys and I go on the hunt for Mittens. Steve pokes up from behind a trash can holding a little black and white cat with white feet and a pink collar, “This Mittens?” I screech and run over, “Mittens! Thank God you’re okay!” I take her from Steve’s hands and pepper her face in kisses.

I cuddle Mittens and look between Steve, Danny, and the rest of their team since Steve recruited them to help find Mittens, “I need to go back to my place.” Steve walks towards me, “No absolutely not, Marcus gets rid of witnesses and I sure as hell am not going to let that happen to you.” I smile at him, “Well, then where am I staying?”

I drop my bag inside the door with Mittens on my shoulder, “Hmm, nice house.” Steve comes in behind me and nods, “Thanks, look I’m sorry we didn’t set you up somewhere nicer but this is the only way we can guarantee your safety.” I look around, “Honestly, I’d prefer staying here and feeling safe than staying at home or in a hotel worried someone is going to stab me in my sleep.”

He nods, “Yeah I get that.” After the grand tour of the house he shows me into a bedroom that is very obviously lived in and if the smell tells me anything, it’s Steve’s room, “This is where you’ll be staying, I have a spare room but Junior, you met him earlier, that’s his room.” I nod and furrow my eyebrows, “Then where are you sleeping?”

“The couch.”

I frown and shake my head, “No.” He looks at me and chuckles, “It’s okay I was in the Navy I’ve slept on worse and I’m not letting you sleep on the couch even if I wanted to, it’s to close to the door.”

I cross my arms and think, “Fine, you’ll stay here with me.” He blinks a few times before rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeahhh, I don’t know. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” I glance at him and shrug, “Trust me I’ve done a lot worse than sleep in the same bed with someone I just met.” He raises and eyebrow and I chuckle, “Oh nuh uh, I ain’t telling a cop half the dumb shit I did.”

Time Skip

I sit outside on the patio with a beer in my hand and turn at the sound of claws hitting concrete. I turn to see a golden lab coming towards me. I quirk a smile and pet him when he set his head on my lap, “Where’d you come from fella?” I look up to see the man I quickly recognize as Junior comes out followed by Steve, “He’s Steve’s dog.” I smile and look at Steve, “A dog and a cat person, I really did find a gem.” He laughs and sits beside me, “Mittens won’t mind him will she?” I wave my hand and take a swig of beer, “Nah, she’ll be fine. She was raised around a dog.”

I laugh at another story Steve tells me from his time with Navy, “Oh that is pure gold! You really did that!?” He nods, “Yeah I don’t do too many smart things.” I laugh, “I don’t either. I’ll tell you a story but you have to promise not to arrest me.” He chuckles and nods, “As long as it’s not murder we’re good.” I laugh, “Well it’s not murder. Anyways this one time when I was in college I got drunk and went streaking through the campus, somehow didn’t get caught but it was fun until the hangover.” He chuckles and I continue, “Another time I did get in a knockout drag out fight with someone, it almost got me expelled from college.” He looks at me in question and I look down and sigh, “It was this dude, Derrick, he uh went out with my best friend at the time and drugged her and raped her. I found out and beat the living shit out of him. There was no proof so he didn’t get charged and I got mad and almost got arrested for it.”

He looked at me not with pity but understanding, something I admired him for, he didn’t hand out sympathy and pity he told you how it was, “What happened to her?” I look down as tears cloud my vision. I look out at the skyline and wipe away a tear, “She uh, she committed suicide a year ago, never got over the memories I guess and one day I came home and found her in our bathtub with gashed wrists. M.E. said she had water in her lungs so she went under before she was dead. She bled to death and drowned all at the same time.”

He turned in his chair and laid a hand on my knee, “It’s not your fault.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. I can see it in your eyes, it’s the same thing that lived in mine for years. You did everything you could for her. Nothing you did would have changed what happened.” I nod and set my beer down, “God, I’m so pathetic. I’m crying over this when you’ve literally been to hell and back and seen things and done things no man should have to do.”

He shrugged, “It doesn’t change how you feel, yeah I’ve been through hell but that doesn’t mean her death isn’t any less significant.” I nod before looking at him with a genuine smile, “Thank you Steve.”

I sit up in bed with a gasp as I pant for breath. I quickly feel the bed shift as Steve sits up and grabs my arms, “Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s okay, no one’s here.” I suck in deep breaths as he grounds me before I relax into his grasp, “I’m sorry.” He looks at me in the moonlight and shakes his head, “It’s okay, I’ve been there.” I smile and lean into his chest as I nod, the next thing I know I’m drifting off to sleep in his comforting arms.

I open my eyes and wince at the sunlight before sitting up in bed to see it’s empty. I stretch and smile remembering how Steve calmed me down before I get out of bed and start down the stairs. I walk in the kitchen and chuckle when Steve turns around and I notice Mittens perched on his shoulder the way she sits on mine, “Morning sleeping beauty.” I roll my eyes and scratch Mittens’ chin causing her to purr, “How long have you been up?” He glances at his phone before thinking, “Like 15 minutes.” I roll my eyes, “Oh my how could I sleep in soooo late.” He nods, “I know right.”

I skip up the stairs after deciding to go on a swim with Steve, luckily I brought a couple bathing suits. I slip on my black bikini before grabbing two towels out of Steve’s bathroom, per his request, before skipping down the stairs.

I walk back into the kitchen and blush as Steve looks at me. I glance at him and bite my lip since he’s shed his shirt and was left only in his swim trunks. I’m broke out of my daze, “You ready?”

I nod my head and head outside following behind Steve. When we get in the water I watch as Steve disappears below the surface and I screech as I’m pulled under. When I resurface I’m deeper in the ocean and I splutter the water out of my mouth. I glare at Steve while pushing my hair out of the way. He looks at me with a goofy grin and I splash him with water, “You jerk.” He grabs my hips and pulls me in, “It was worth it to see your face.” I roll my eyes and furrow my brows before I bring a hand to his hair to fix it so it wasn’t on his face. As I run my fingers through his hair I start humming ‘Harleys in Hawaii’ by Katy Perry remembering the one part of the song. He pulls back and chuckles, “What are you humming?” I take my hands out of his hair and chuckle, “Harleys in Hawaii.” He furrows his eyebrows, “Why?” I laugh and hold his shoulders, “Because the one part of the lyrics says ‘let me run my fingers through your salty hair.’” He opens his mouth in an oh shape before asking, “Wait aren’t the next lyrics like, explore the island or something?”

I nod and he shrugs, “Doesn’t apply to me I’ve seen the island.” I bite my lip, “Steve?” He hums out a what and I blush, “I’m pretty sure she meant for the guy to explore her, ya know?” He furrows his eyebrows before he gets what I’m saying, “Oh, oh, yeah, I haven’t done that.” I chuckle and sing song, “Yet.” His eyes widen in surprise, “W-what?” I smirk and push off of him to swim a lap before yelling, “You heard me!”

When we finish our swim Steve tackles me back into the water I resurface and spit water out, “Would you stop that!?” He hums as he pretend thinks before tickling me, “Nope.”

I thrash around in the water as I giggle and yell at him to stop. He doesn’t stop and keeps going and I grab his shoulders, “S-st-stop!” “Nope.” I wiggle in his grasp before wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling myself right against his body to block my stomach. He looks down at me and I look up at him and he starts to lean in before we jerk away at Danny’s voice, “Steve! Where are you!?” I jump off of him and walk to shore followed by Steve. When we get there I grab my towel and dry my hair and then my body before looking between Danny, who had just found us, and Steve, “I um, I’m gonna head uh inside.” I don’t wait for an answer before I rush inside and beeline upstairs. Did we really almost kiss? Did I want him to kiss me? Would he actually ask me out after? I think the answer to all those questions is yes.

Steve’s POV

I lower my head to kiss Y/N until Danny yells and she jerks away before untangling herself and rushing towards shore. When she’s in the house Danny looks at me as I glare at him, “What? Did I interrupt something?” I glare before aggressively grabbing my towel and his eyes widen, “Shit I did didn’t I?”

I spin around and throw my towel at him, “Yeah dipshit you kinda did!” He rushes after me as I walk towards the house, “I’m sorry okay, I can leave and come back!?” I walk into the house to see Junior in the kitchen, “Hey, how did you convince her to go swimming with you in the morning?” I shrug, “Said she liked swimming, she’s pretty good.”

They watch me as I grabs a glass of water and I snap at them, “What!” They shake their heads before Junior says, “It’s just you seem agitated…sir.” I put my glass beside the sink before going upstairs. I walk into my room to grab some clothes and spin around when the bathroom door opens and Y/N walks out in nothing but a towel.

Y/N’s POV

I hum as I get out of the shower and smile as I wrap a towel around my body and think about the almost kiss.

I walk out the door and into the bedroom and grip the towel a little tighter when I see Steve staring at me surprised before he apologizes, “I’m sorry I was expecting you to take a little longer, most girls take long showers.” I chuckle, “Its okay Steve, and I’m not like most girls.” I walk a little closer to grab my clothes from the bed and accidentally trip over my shoe and catch myself on Steve’s chest. He looks down and whispers, “I’ve noticed.” I blush as I look into his eyes and see the same look in his eyes as when we were in the ocean. I hold my towel with both hands as I whisper, “Kiss me.”

He glances at me to see if I’m being sincere and when he sees I mean it he grabs me and pulls me into a kiss. I move in closer and deepen the kiss as his hand runs through my hair. I release my towel and grab the back of his head to pull him closer. I shiver as my towel falls around my feet and moan into his mouth as his one hand runs down my back and stops at my hip and pulling me in impossibly closer.

I run my hands across his shoulders before he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist before he spins us around. I pull him onto the bed with me and throw my hand back knocking my bag onto the floor. I sit up pushing Steve to stand as I blush before darting to the ground to pick up my towel, “As much as I would love to do this I’m not going to do it with Danny and Junior here,” I walk past him and pat his chest after I grab my bag and head back to the bathroom, “And you owe me a date, and then we’ll continue this.”

One Day Later

I follow Steve into 5-0 headquarters looking around. I smile as I see Tani. Tani and I spent most of yesterday together while Steve and Danny worked a case. I walk over and give her a hug before waving at Lou. He smiles and nods, “Hey Y/N.” I nod before walking back over to Steve and standing side by side. He glanced at me with a small smile before turning to everyone else as they start working on a different case.

I lean back in Steve’s office chair and throw my feet up on his desk while doing a word search. I glance up as my babysitter for the day walks in, “He’s going to kill you if he sees you not only in his chair but with your feet on his desk.” I glance up and shrug, “Ehh, I’ll be fine, Danny.”

He scoffs and circles the desk peeking over my shoulder, “What are you doing?” I throw him a look before answering sarcastically, “Oh I don’t know paper machete.” He glares at me and fights back a smile before I laugh. He laughs and nods, “You spend too much time with Steve.” I smile at the thought of Steve and he plops down in a chair on the opposite side of the desk, “Now that is not a smile you smile when you’re humored rather a smile you smile when you’re thinking about a special someone.”

I blush and look back down at my word search ignoring him but he’s not having it, “Oh no no don’t you dare, tell me.” I chuckle, “Danny we aren’t teenagers.” He smirks, “Isn’t stopping you from having a teenage crush.” I throw him a glare, “It is not a teenage crush.”

“It’s only not a teenage crush if you make a move on it.”

I hum and circle another word and he leans forward, “That is unless you have made a move.”

I shrug, “We sleep in the same bed, what do you expect?”

His mouth drops and I smile as the door opens again to reveal Steve. He comes in and steals my word search and then steals the pen from my mouth and circled a word, “You missed gorgeous.” I click my tongue and steal it back as steve looks at Danny and rolls his eyes, “It was a word on the word search Danno.” I smirk and give Steve a mischievous smile telling him I know that gorgeous was indeed not a word on my word search.

I laugh at a stupid joke Danny made as we ate dinner at Steve’s after Steve got a call and excused himself. I glance at Steve and my smile slips away as he looks at me worried before he gets off the phone. When he comes over and sits back down beside me he squeezes my thigh, “That was Duke from HPD.” I nod my head as I remember the name from the other day, “Yeah, what did he need.” Steve glances around the table before licking his lips, “Your house burned down. Firefighters say it was arson, they think it was Marcus.”

My eyes widen and I get up and step outside as I process that my house and all of my possessions are gone, and there is no getting it back. I turn around as Steve grabs my shoulder, “It’s going to be okay.” I turn around and throw my hands up, “How!? How is it going to be okay!? He burned down my house! I lost EVERYTHING! I have NOTHING!”

He pulls me into his chest as I cry, “You have me, I’m not going anywhere.” I nod and hold onto him for dear life, “What do I do now?”

He pulls back and holds my arms, “We give him what he wants.”

“What?”

“We kill you, not really, but we have the news say that you died in the fire and you stay here until the trial.”

I nod my head, “That’s actually a good idea.”

He smiles and I bite my lip, “Can I kiss you? Because I really need you right now.”

He nods and pulls me into a kiss and I melt into him. I pull away and cuddle into his chest, “Don’t let me go.”

“I won’t.”

Danny’s POV

I watch as Y/N tears up and runs outside and I watch as Steve goes out and comforts her. I look at everyone around the table when he pulls her into a kiss and she automatically relaxes into him telling me that is definitely not their first kiss. I look at Tani knowing if anyone knew she would since her and Y/N are bffs now apparently and see she is as flabbergasted as I am.

Everyone at the table smiles as she cuddles further into his chest and he holds her a little tighter making it clear to me and probably everyone else seeing what I’m seeing is that Steve will do anything to protect her.

Y/N’s POV

I pull away from the hug still keeping my arms around his waist, “We should go back in, tell the team the plan.” He smiles and nods wiping a stray tear off my cheek before grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

When we sit back down I sit a lot closer to him than before and everyone looks at us. I take a sip of water as Steve tells them the plan and everyone agrees and then the heat turns to us, Lou being the first to speak, “The plan sounds great, now when did this happen?” He motions between us and Steve glares and I squeeze his hand that is intertwined with mine under the table before I answer, “Um, the day before yesterday.” Danny nods and Junior narrows his eyes, “A day after you met?” Steve nods and Danny smirks before Steve glares at him, “However if it wouldn’t have been for Danny it would have happened about ten minutes earlier.” Danny looked between us, “You mean to tell me you two decided to go out was while I was still there.”

I blush and look at Danny, “Yeah, when I got out of the shower.” Danny and Junior’s nose scrunches at the thought and Steve cuts in, “Relax you two it didn’t go any further than kissing, Y/N stopped when we remembered you two were downstairs.”

One Week Later

I pace around the house as Junior watches me, “Would you stop you’re making me dizzy.” I groan and look at the man who has become like a brother and complain, “I’m sorry Junes but I can’t take it anymore, he won’t even let me go swimming!” He stands up and grabs my arms and forces me to sit down, “He’s protecting you.” I sigh, “I know and I appreciate it but I just want to go outside.” Instead of Junior talking to me this time it’s a voice I’ve come to love, “And you will, in two days.” I turn around and whine, “Why not now?” He sighs probably getting tired of my whining, “Yes, I know you’re getting tired of staying at home but you’re supposed to be dead which means no one can see you until the trial on Friday.”

I grumble and sink down into Steve’s chair and watch as Junior grabs Eddie and makes a half ass excuse of going on run before disappearing. I pout and look at Steve and he squats down in front of me, “I know you’re getting cabin fever baby, but hold off, just for a couple of days.” I lean forward and cup his jaw, “I know and I’m sorry for complaining.” He smiles and nods, “It’s okay.”

I pull him up and into my lips before I break the kiss, “Since Junes is gone, wanna make tonight a date night?” He smirks and leans over me resting his hands on the arms of the chair before leaning down, “Mmm, I signed on for one date, this would make it three.” I wrap my arm around his neck, “Yeah, but the best part comes after the date.” He hums and chuckles as his lips meet mine yet again.

The Day of the Trial

I bite my nails as I sit in a conference room with Steve waiting on the prosecutor to come get me, “Steve, what if he gets away with it?” He looks to see the worry in my eyes and frowns, “He won’t. Don’t worry about anything other than testifying what you saw and watching his face when he sees he has no way out. It’ll make you feel powerful and proud knowing you are the one that put that scumbag behind bars.”

I nod and before I know it I’m being called to the stand, “For my next witness I would like to call Y/N Y/L/N to the stand.”

I rub my hands on my jeans before looking back at Steve and the rest of the team who give my nods and smiles before walking up to the stand. I glance at Marcus and smirk at the disbelief on his face, Steve was right this does feel fantastic.

“Ms. Y/L/N, could you tell the people of the jury what you saw on the afternoon of August 4th?”

I nod, “Yes sir, I went into an alley near my house and watched a man attack and kill another man with a knife.”

I glance at Marcus and smirk slightly at his deer in headlights look, even the best defense in the world couldn’t get him out of this one, “Did you see the face of the man who murdered the other man.”

I shake my head and hold my hands, “Not at first no, but after I saw the murder I ran and tripped which is what caught his attention. I tried to run away but he caught me and pinned me to the wall.”

“Ms. Y/L/N could you tell me who it was that you saw?”

I nod, “Yes, it was Marcus Young.”

“Ms. Y/L/N, what happened after that? How did you get away?”

I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, “After he had pinned me to the wall he held a knife to my chest but before he could do anything I screamed at the top of my lungs and kneed him in the balls…sorry I kneed him down south. He let go from the pain and I ran until I was in the HPD office.”

The court chuckled slightly at my statement before the prosecution hands me off for the defense to question, “Ms. Y/L/N, why were you in that alley way?”

“My cat, Mittens, had escaped earlier that day and I was looking for her as that is where she has hidden out before.”

She nods, “Is it not true that you lead the people of the public to believe that you had been killed?”

“Yes ma’am I did, but it was for my own safety that the 5-0 task force ran with the story when my house was burned to the ground, something that was proven to be arson.”

I can see in her eyes she knows her case is falling apart but she gets motioned over to the side by a man who had just came in. When she looks at me she has a small smirk on her face, “Ms. Y/L/N, is it true that you have a sexual relationship with Commander McGarrett?” My eyes widen and I look at Steve frantically, this was not something I was prepped for.

The prosecute jumps up, “You’re honor that has no relevance to this case!” The judge glances at the defense attorney and she defends, “It is possible that Ms. Y/L/N was sleeping with Commander McGarrett and was told about my clients failed cases in the past and made this whole narrative up after they found the body to help her boyfriend put him behind bars!”

That is not what happened miss bitch. The judge allows the defense continue and I choke on my spit as I nod, “Yes, I have a relationship with Commander McGarrett.”

She looks at me and smirks, “When did you meet Commander McGarrett?” I smirk as I realize that this bitch really thought I was sleeping with Steve before this, “I met him on August 4th, after I had come into the police department and given a statement. If you don’t believe me you can go through my phone records. I had only heard of Commander McGarrett until the day your client murdered a man in front of me and instead of taking the consequences like a man pinned me to a wall and tried to kill me. The fact you think I would throw a trial or even lie while under oath is highly offensive and no matter my feelings for Steve no man, and I mean no man could ever persuade me to do something as vile as what you are not only accusing me of but also accusing Commander McGarrett of, a man I may point out served this country for years and even after leaving the military still puts on a gun and shield to protect this island, even for those that don’t deserve it. So, to answer the question you really want to ask, no, Steve did not change my testimony by a single word.”

After I’m done I lean back in the chair with a satisfied smirk as the courtroom fell quiet.

After the trial I walk out into the hall to catch my breath while the jury comes to a verdict. Steve and the team come out and I look at him, “How the hell did she know about us?” Steve looks between all of us and shrugs, “I have no idea but it doesn’t matter, you handed her ass to her in there.” Lou nods, “Hell yeah you did, you ever think about being a lawyer, cause I’d sure as hell hire you to be my defense attorney.” I chuckle, “Nah, I’d rather be a stay at home cat and dog mom.”

We stand in the courtroom as the jury files in and the head jury member stands up, “We find the defendant….guilty in murder and attempted murder in the first degree as well as arson.”

I squeal and hug Steve as I watch Marcus get hauled out by the court guards.

After the Trial

I take a swig of beer as I watch Mittens swat at Eddie’s tail and look up when Steve sits beside me, “So, I was thinking,” I cut him off, “Oh no, that’s never good.” He glares at me playfully before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer, “Ha ha, but no seriously, how would you feel about staying with me and Eddie? Mittens loves it here, I think you do and you wouldn’t have to look for a new place.” I smile and look at him before laying my head on his shoulder, “Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

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Yeehaw we gettin tagged by @whump-me​ (tyyyy) and posting 7 snippets from our writing (or wips but i am a wipless bastard atm 🤪) and i have decided to do some Silly Castys Moments (and also some Erebus stuff ig 🙄)

Warning for some gore probably it’s Nemi writing so yk but I’ll try to keep the really bad stuff outta here (there also some armputation and guy going crazy and starving to death over and over you know the drill)

1. Local silly guy does in fact regret it very much

“I don’t really want you, per se, but a certain…friend of yours.” Castys stiffened, and he heard a faint laugh. “I think you know who I’m talking about.”

“I really don’t. I’ve got a lot of friends, you know, and-” something slammed into the metal above him, cutting him off.

“Don’t play dumb with me; you know exactly who I’m talking about, and you’d better tell me where I can find him or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Please, do your worst. I already regret so many damn things so I don’t think another one on the pile will do much to me, to be honest,” Castys mused, wiggling against his bonds slightly.

2. The worst fmk in existence gets you stabbed

“Hey, guys, fuck, marry, kill for rice, pasta, and bread, go. I think for me, I gotta say fuck bread, marry rice, kill pasta. Don’t get me wrong, I love some noodles, some noods, but, like, man. Have you ever just, like, had some bread? Insane. I would fuck bread. I don’t wanna fuck anything, but boy I would fuck the bread. And rice, man, she’s so dependable, she’s always there for you. What I would want in a spouse if I wanted anything in a spouse. This game wasn’t really designed for me, and yet, here I am. So, c’mon, what’s it from you two? You’ve gotta have-Hey, Danny boy, got an opinion you’d like to share?” Castys smiled up at the man now standing in front of him.

Daniel rolled his eyes before putting his asshole face back on. “Just do something useful for once and hold this for me, vermin,” he said with a smile, lifting Castys’s shirt and gently sliding the knife he was holding into his abdomen. Castys just sighed, way too used to being stabbed to really care much about this.

3. Ripping your arm off but it’s a Phineas and Ferb reference (this one is probably the most gory of all the snippets fyi but it’s not too bad)

Sensing his chance, Castys grabbed the manacled wrist of his shredded arm with his good hand, bit down on the gag, and pulled. He couldn’t give up, couldn’t stop, not after enduring this much, he could feel his flesh tearing, sending out sparks of agony unlike anything he’d ever known, and he had to keep pulling, pulling and jerking and tearing and twisting and praying, praying that he could rip it off before he drowned again, which, hey, kind of a weird thing to want, not that he hadn’t had to amputate his own limbs before, but weird that it was happening again, and honestly, this hurt way more than the other times, but wasn’t that always the case-and fuck there was no way he was going to be able to just snap his bones like this, and he needed it to be completely severed, and there was no time, wedge it against the rocks and pull pull pull until there was a snap and a burst of unholy agony, so intense it almost smothered the relief, so fierce it made him forget he was drowning up until the moment his oxygen-starved brain lost consciousness.

4. Lmaoooo bitches trapped in a cell for like 200 years

Every three days. Thirst. Weakness. Dizziness. Death. Was it three days? Is that how long you could last without water? He tried to count, but the numbers got lost in the haze all too easily. There was no way to mark the stone, to keep track outside of his head, the blood wasn’t being washed off him anymore. He had nothing, nothing at all, just here and himself and the unyielding stone. The square of sunlight would move across the cell, the only motion to break the constancy of everything else. It was the same day repeated over and over and over and over and over and it was the same just the same nothing ever changed, ever, ever, it was the same-

Something wasn’t the same. The leather muzzle that had kept him silent for so long had been slowly rotting, and it finally fell off. For a moment he simply stared at it lying there on the ground, broken, dying, fading away. He opened his mouth for the first time in decades. And he screamed, because that thing got to rot away and disappear and he wouldn’t, he would always be here, hungry and thirsty and alone and trapped and alive and it wasn’t fair, not at all, and he screamed because it had been so long since he was able, he cried because it was all he could do.

5. Erebus’s iconic sit down protest ✨ (it does not accomplish anything in the end)

“You are coming with me. As of today you are my property, so you will do as I say. Resistance will only make things more difficult for you. So you will walk, or you will be dragged. Your choice.” Erebus initially felt a bolt of fear shoot through him, but looking down at her scrawny frame, he realized that she likely couldn’t carry out her threat.

Dragged? He’d like to see her try.

Erebus sat down on the ground and looked expectantly up at Neteri, one eyebrow raised. She huffed and narrowed her eyes. Planting her feet firmly on the ground, she tugged on the chain as hard as she could, but it did little more than make him lean forward. She sighed. “Okay, you have a point there.”

6. More Erebus and Neteri shenanigans because she’s right he’s being a drama queen

“You can’t just do that! That’s-you can’t just amputate my arm!”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out.”

“Of-of course I’m freaking out! You want to cut off one of my limbs, for Drottkia’s sake!”

“I mean, yeah, but I’m going to give you a new one right away. So at the end of the day you’ll have the same number of arms you started with. It’s honestly not worth getting that worked up about.”

7. New phobia alert!! (warning for centipede on guy)

He felt it, it was on him, dozens of little legs pitter-pattering across his skin, crawling on him. “G-get it off. Neteri, please, please get it off.” It tickled the back of his neck, around the base of the section of skin she’d replaced. “What’s it doing Neteri plea-” she clamped a hand over his mouth, her thumb rubbing against his cheek as he whimpered.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay Erebus. I’m just seeing if it can connect to you, I promise I’ll take it off when I’m done.” Connect to him?! What-what did that mean-oh it had stopped crawling around it was just sitting there it was on his back what was it going to do to him what did connecting mean was it-Erebus felt a momentary pinch at the base of his neck, and suddenly his limbs starting moving, wriggling in the restraints all on their own. Neteri removed her hand from his mouth and looked down at him expectantly, her other hand still gripping his tightly even as his fingers twitched uncontrollably. “Are you doing that?”

“N-no I-I’m not moving I’m not doing that why are they doing that I can’t stop it is it doing that to me make it stop make it let go please-” Tears were streaming from Erebus’s eyes but he didn’t care he just wanted that thing off he wanted it gone he wanted control of his own body back he’d always had that even when he was tied up and strapped down he’d always had that-

And there we go hope that either a fun time on memory lane or at least made you laugh a little

Taggin uhhhh @galaxywhump @yet-another-heathen and @painsandconfusion (mainly because i know you will want to read the Castys content 💕)

#most people be sharing like real nice whump #and here i am with mostly sillies #some whump in there but yk #alright lets see what are my vibes for each thing #first one we got castys being a little silly and sassy i like how that slowly leaves him as the torture goes on in this one :) #writing that FMK was PAINFUL y'all i swear we all appreciate daniel stabbing castys's dumb ass #3rd one i just love that whole thing i'd been wanting to write the mega drowning piece for a while and it just came out real fun (❁´◡`❁) #last castys one at 4 he goes fucking NUTS lmao that whole thing is special to me im really proud of it #there are some descriptions im really proud of but the actual actions that are being implied are. uh. they're bad. so i left them out of thi #one letter too long huh. put an s at the end of that tag ty <333 #okay onto E&T shit look at erebus go sitting down like that's going to do anything. like yes you're a foot taller than her #but also. she is not the only one keeping you captive. idiot boy get fucked #armputation is fun and silly for all ages and he gets a new arm so whatever baby nothing lost!!!! #and lastly the envy demon shenanigans ✨ i just like how much he freaks out it's so festive #gold star if you read all of that and also my tags probably go eat bread or something dawg

[krikeymate]

Oh my god? Is that the sound..of me asking for yet another apartment scene AU?! yes…yes it is (I’m sorry)

Okay but imagine the apartment scene if Danny hadn’t noticed what was happening to Quinn (so no ladder to safety) and they just assumed Quinn was “enjoying herself” until her body came flying through the door, Tara freezing in panic at the sight of yet another friends dead body AND her home being invaded again. Ghostface gifs straight for the table, they have no-where to run but the kitchen..there’s nothing in the kitchen and…... (I also feel like this AU would be cool with 2 ghostfaces in the attack so we can still have all 5 characters in the scene)

Consider for a moment that the 'body' that's intended to be switched with Quinn is already in her room. It's hidden under a blanket under the bed, there's some boxes, the duvet hangs over the bed, it's not noticeable. She keeps the window open, the room stays cool. Some candles, incense, and air fresheners litter the room to help cover up any smells that may occur. (She'd seduced her weeks ago, this girl with the similar build and the same hair, kept up the flirty talk, invited her over earlier in the day when she knew the apartment would be empty.)

Her father tells her it's time to make a move. Ethan climbs out of the closet and goes to take care of her guest in the bathroom. She pulls out the body and displays it face down on the floor in sight of the door. If all goes well, they won't have time to notice, but she needs them to believe she's dead, just in case. She puts on her robe and waits behind the door. Ethan returns, they share a nod, and she screams.

He kicks the bedroom door open and storms out. Quinn puts the mask on and waits.

Ethan goes straight for Anika, who's barely stood up from the couch when she's speared with a knife. Mindy screams for her, Sam and Chad run forward. Ethan enjoys dragging the knife upwards and gets tackled. Tara stands frozen at the table for a moment before she begins to move forward, only to be stopped by her own knife in the stomach as a second Ghostface appears.

Tara's choked gasp distracts Sam, as she looks back to see a knife being yanked out of her sister as Ghostface kicks her back into the table, bowls and cutlery go crashing to the floor.

Sam leaps up to face the second Ghostface, who slashes out at her with the knife to keep her away. Chad is wrestling with the first, who manages to get a slash in across his side when Sam jumps up. Mindy is helping Anika, dragging her towards the door. She pauses, uncertain, but Chad yells at her to go, to get to safety, to get help. She takes a heavily bleeding Anika and goes.

Ethan gets a few more stabs in as Chad is distracted by his sister. He knows Chad's weakness is needing to feel like a hero. He relishes taking advantage of it.

Tara grabs at Ghostface's ankle as it lunges for her sister, giving Sam the opportunity to grab the chair she was hiding behind and swing it at them.

Ethan abandons Chad to help his sister, stabbing Sam in the shoulder from behind. She turns to deal with him and Quinn kicks out at Tara, catching her in the side of the head. Chad has made his way up and jumped at Quinn-as-Ghostface while Tara scrambles to get up off the floor. She manages to grab the knife from Ghostface as they struggle with Chad, and he smashes their back against the wall and throws them to the side.

Seeing this, Ethan backs up towards his partner, knife held out. "It's really been fun," he jeers, "but I just remembered we're double booked. Places to go, people to kill, you know how it is." Quinn is back on her feet and the two of them run for the door.

Sam lets them go, rushing instead for her sister, and Chad who has slid to the floor.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #scream canon divergence #-apartment attack #oh you wanted all 5? think again lmao #man i really could have just killed them here huh #the issue I had here is how do you end it because like this all happens so quick. it's not like there's time for the police to get there. #does Anika live or does she die on the way to the hospital only making the situation more tragic because there's the hope she will be fine. #i'll never say

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I’m scarred for life after reading The Sun and the Star but I’ll just let you know I am now one chapter away from concluding the writing of this fic, what a pain in the ass tbh -Danny

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Phase Six Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘All For Us’ -by Labrinth ft. Zendaya

xviii: Treason

"So, what happened?"

"He wants to go to war with the surface world... and asked me to help him. I need to think."

Riri fell back on her seat in distress. "We ain't never gettin' out of here."

"Shuri..." Cat said, not sure how to express herself. "Namor's offer... it could benefit me."

The girl looked at her in disbelief. "You're not considering it?"

"He's offering us protection, and that's exactly what I'm looking for! Forget about the suit, he can help me kill Kraven before he kills me! Namor is a mutant, he shares my worries—"

"What about the part where he's planning to go to war with the rest of the world?"

Cat frowned, her expression was bitter. "What have they done for me? They experimented on my people, they enslaved yours. The rest ignored us. Why would I fight for them?"

"Cat, it's not about who you would fight for. Is who you're willing to lose," Shuri said. "Your brother got killed in a war—"

"That's—"

"More people than you're mindful of would follow you into battle, and they would all be walking to their deaths. You're an excellent fighter, but the people who love you... think it through..."

Cat wavered, Pietro was always a sensitive subject, and her friends were always the right way to get to her. Shuri was right, many people would follow her into battle, and most of them... their chances of surviving were very low. A noise distracted them, Cat looked over her shoulder and found a Wakandan soldier pointing a gun at the guard that was keeping an eye on them.

"Drop your spear!" She demanded.

"Kill the Princess!" The guard ordered.

The woman shot at the Talokan woman, and Cat's insides twisted in terror. The younger girl grabbed Shuri and pressed a knife against their throat.

"Drop your knife." The woman aimed her weapon at her.

"You... You killed her!" The girl said shakily.

"Let her go and you don't have to die."

"Shuri, tell her to drop the gun," Cat warned her.

"Shuri..." the woman said, "move your left arm."

The princess froze in shock, it appeared that she had no idea what was happening, and she didn't understand how one of her warriors had made it this far without being seen. The woman shot without warning.

"NO!"

The girl fell. Shuri and Cat knelt next to her.

"Are you okay?" The princess inquired with urgency.

"Are you okay?" The warrior asked, getting to them.

"Give me your Beads!" Shuri demanded.

"Let's go!"

"Give me your Beads! I can save her!" Shuri pressed desperately.

"We have to go!"

"Girls, I don't know who this lady is, but we need to listen to her!" Riri said anxiously.

"Listen, I hit her with a sonic round, it is lethal from this distance," the woman explained hurriedly. "There is no chance."

"How could you?" Cat said in outrage. If there was one thing she'd always kept as a constant, was that she never hurt children. This surpassed her one and only limit.

"You don't understand," Shuri insisted. "This will mean war!"

"We have to go," the woman replied without listening to her.

"Wait!" Shuri was dragged up.

"Copy, get moving!" Riri urged her.

Cat lifted the girl's knife and held it tightly. "No."

The woman tried to talk some sense into her. "Kid, they'll kill you—"

She looked at them, pointing at the woman with the knife. "If she stays here a second longer, Shuri, I will kill her."

"Cat..." Shuri said, unsure of what was going on.

"I'll stay."

Copycat stabbed her own leg, crying out and falling to her knees.

"Cat!"

"Get out!" The mutant threw the knife and it pierced the woman's gun. "I... I'll stay... one of us needs to stay and stop them from causing a massacre..."

"Fine! You want to die here, it's your choice," the woman told her, forcing Shuri to abandon the cave.

"Cat!" Shuri yelled as she was dragged away.

"Trust me," Cat winced, the smell of blood was grossing her out. "I'm a good liar."

The group ran out, and Cat turned her attention to the young girl. M.O.U.S.E. was out of line, but she had enough experience patching up wounds on her own. With a quick inspection of the injury she determined the woman hadn't lied, the girl was beyond saving.

"Look at me," she told the girl. "You will be okay in a minute. Close your eyes... go on..."

Cat took off the girl's mask slowly, her hands were shaking, she'd never killed a child before, it was the one thing she swore she'd never do. The girl began to choke on the air, then she stopped moving. Copycat put the mask back on.

"C'mon C.C..." Cat lifted a hand and scratched her own face with two claws. Cat cried out loud, then she got up and made a bigger mess in the cave so it looked like a huge fight had taken place.

A few guards heard the commotion and found her over the girl, at first they thought she was attacking her, and they almost killed her, but Cat managed to make herself heard. She was injured and unarmed. Now she was back with Namor and Namora, and they were interrogating her.

"Who did this?"

"A Wakandan," Cat replied, eyes fixed on the table. "Shuri didn't know the woman was there, so it must've been the Queen who sent her."

"Why did you stay?" Namora asked, she didn't trust her. "To finish the job?"

Her heart skipped a beat, now was the moment to win their trust.

"My place is not with them," Cat said with anger seeping through her voice. "I'm a lot of things, but I've never laid a finger on a child. Never. Shuri dreams of a world where we all live in peace... but if you want something done, you make it happen. Dreaming it isn't enough."

"Has your loyalty shifted?" Namor asked with an unreadable expression.

"I'm only loyal to mutants. Humans are selfish. You were right." She looked straight into his eyes, the cloak around her shoulders felt heavier under Namor's gaze. "Your war is my war."

Namor pushed forward the knife she'd had in her possession when they'd taken her to Talokan. "You have made the right choice, Co'kat."

"It's an honor, K'uk'ulkan."

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[iblewthewhistle]

Outburst

Yet again, Eddie was reworking his stitching on Waylon’s gown, though it was frustrating that it was he himself was the cause of the new gashes and tears in the fragile fabric.

As he fished through his stolen supplies, he found the spool of delicate white thread, but sighed, and walked into the supply cupboard to retrieve some likely looking beads, rolling one of the iridescent droplets in between his fingers.

As he walked back towards the dress, he saw one of the hooded hooligans studying the fabric. He let out a disgusted noise.

“Don’t put your filthy hands on that. Honestly, you Legion…” He stalked past, retaking his seat, and scooped up his supplies. “No sense of reverence for art.”

“Just wondered if you wanted some snaps of your precious ‘darling’,” The other hummed, waving a few polariods at Eddie.

“Of course, I’ve been enjoying the sight of him for a few days. The way he cries out when he’s close, watching him fight back his tears...Do you imagine running that knife of yours up along his thighs? Watching the red run down all that white…it must be so gratifying.”

Eddie had frozen as he listened, his fingers clutching hard onto the scissors in his fingers. “Shut up.” He breathed, as the black clad figure circled the dress.

“Do you dream about holding him down in that asylum? Locking him to one of the beds so you can ravage him again and again? I sure do. Mm. I’d take him there any day. Especially in that pretty dress.”

Eddie didn’t even realise he was standing until he saw that ridiculous mask in front of him, listening to the choked noises. He pulled the scissors out of the man’s neck, and stabbed again, this time in the chest, stabbing again and again until the masked killer fell to the floor.

The scissors in his hand dripped red down onto the white of the mask, even as he tried to regain his composure. “Don’t you ever talk about my Darling like that again.” Eddie spat. “You fucking whore. Don’t act like you know him. He’s my Darling, not YOURS!”

The doors behind him flew open, and Eddie blinked.

“What’s going on?” Waylon walked in, before he wrinkled his nose, stepping carefully around the body. “You killed him?”

Eddie jerked back. “I…I thought it was one of…” He silently pointed at the shape behind Waylon, who moved to crouch over the bloodied body. The mask slipped up to expose the young blonde underneath, who studied Eddie’s handiwork. The other Legion boy stepped in too, hand covering his own mouth. “Oh shit…”

“Danny wishes he was one of us.” He snorted, tilting his head. “Fucker is sick-sick.” The teen picked up a sheaf of polaroids, and let out a strangled noise. “Looks like he’s been watching you, Way.”

Waylon took the photos, and turned a few interesting shades of red. “Fuck you, Danny.”

“He’s probably got copies.” The teen stood up. “Joey, let’s get this loser out of here. Fucker deserved it.”

As the two teens picked the body up, Eddie blinked. “That one isn’t part of the Legion?”

Waylon tossed the polaroids towards the fire, and blinked at him. “No, he’s Ghostface. He gets off watching people and taking photos. Clearly found out where I’ve…” He cleared his throat.

“Frank’s their leader. There’s Julie, Joey and Suzie. Suzie is the pink haired one.” He explained. “No one cares if you kill Danny. He’s…” Waylon made a face. “…let’s just say he has fun here. Enjoys it a bit too much. What did he even say to you?”

As Eddie’s eyes tore away from the bloodied spot on the floor, he shook his head, and threw the scissors towards the table, disgusted. “Nothing I want to repeat. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

Waylon patted him on the back, and leaned up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I know you’re trying. And don’t let Danny get to you. He’ll keep trying to wind you up. And he’ll use me to do it.” He let out a sigh. “Let’s get this cleaned up, hmm?”

#outlast/dbd #e-temmu #the legion #dbd #outlast #eddie gluskin #danny jed olson johnson #ghostface #waylon park #Weddie #waylon x eddie #dbd verse drabbles

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom is a little shit #dc x dp #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #nightwing #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #Alfred is ninja #Damian is attached #damian wayne #bruce to the GIW: I don’t kill #behind him: a contingent of his pissed off kids #bruce: but they do #danny dropping trauma and lore in one go: lol #Damian’s way of bonding with people is stabbing #Danny’s used to ghostly violence as a way of being a friendly hello #he sees no issues with being stabbed #everyone else not so much

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Twenty Three: New Wounds, Old Wounds (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

I wake up, feel’n refreshed and safe. Spot’s still here, but it ain’t awkward. I begin to get up, but he pulls me back.

“Where do ya think you’s go’n?” he asks playfully.

“Up to get breakfast?” I try to wiggle oudda Spot’s grasp, but he just squeezes tighter. “Spot, we godda get up eventually!”

“We do?”

I groan. “Yeah, we do. I’m sell’n in ‘Hattan today, and I got a show later, so I godda leave soon.”

“Rebecca,” Spot says in a serious tone as he brings me to face him. “You should never have to woik there ever again. I can support you, and you never have to do that again.”

Whoa- I’d never guess Spot’d want me to actually settle.

“Thanks, but I’s still need to support myself-”

“No, Beauty. Not like that. You deserve more respect. Just trust me.” He kisses my hand.

Maybe I can…

Spot leans in and kisses my head. “When will I see you again?”

“Tomorrow, maybe tonight if ya wanna join in on a card game.”

“Is Race bet’n?”

“Uh-huh.”

Spot holds up his hands. “I ain’t get’n involved in that!”

“Good move. Don’t worry- I’ll be back! Now will ya let me go?” Very reluctantly, Spot releases me. “Thank you. Now I godda go, but-” I give him a kiss on tha cheek. “-I’ll be back.”

“See ya around, Beauty.”

I grab an apple from tha kitchen and rush outside. Before I run across tha bridge, I wave ‘hello’ to Bucky, who’s talk’n with Danny. When I get to ‘Hattan, I’m just about to tha distribution center-

“Hello, Harlot.”

My stomach quenches. I turn around and see Slick Benny and his gang sulk’n in an alley. And to be frank, they’s don’t look too happy.

“Beat it before I beat you, jerks!” I spit. I turn to leave, but I see more thugs have surrounded me. “I ain’t gonna just let ya kick me around like last time, Ben! Try anyth’n, and I’ll soak ya!” I throw up my fists.

“Oh look, little miss sing’n sweetie is gonna hurt us!” Benny taunts, while tha goons just laugh. “You lost us a big chunk-a cash from Pulitzer by run’n off. No madda- we’s here for a more… permanent solution.” 

Before I know it, I feel a deep, sharp pain in my side. A thug behind me pulls a knife oudda me, and I see my blood run out onto tha street. Deep, blood red. My knees give out and I crumble to tha ground, clutch’n my side- but not before send’n my fist into someone’s shin.

“It didn’t work on your boyfriend, so we’s gonna stick around ‘til it works on you, tramp!” Benny sneers down at me.

“Benny,” I wince and grit my teeth, but tha pain’s make’n me numb and my vision blurry. “Rot. In. Hell…” Then the lights go out.

Crutchy’s POV

I’d just gotten me papes, and was head’n out to my new sell’n spot. Now that we’s on good terms with Brooklyn, I can sell near there without feel’n noirvous. I’m so happy Becca found a guy- and Spot Colon of all people! But I’s still sad she’s not spend’n as much time with us. I’ll never forget-

I gasp and nearly fall over. “Becca?!”

It is Becca! In an alley, surrounded by blood- her blood! 

I limp over and kneel down. “Becca! Becca! Can ya hear me? Race! Blink! Somebody, help!” By now I’m cry’n and try’n to stay calm.

“Crutchy? That you?” I hear Blink yell back.

“Guys- it’s Becca! Hurry!”

They run over and immediately their faces drop. Race kneels down next to me.

“She’s still breath’n- we godda get her to Kloppman and get her patched up!”

“Ok. You carry her,” I say. I can’t carry her- with my leg I can’t even carry myself!

“I can’t carry her by myself-!”

“I don’t care who does it, just hurry!”

Race grabs her shoulders while Blink takes her feet while I try to keep up. When we get to tha lodg’n house, Kloppman instantly motions to a nearby bunk.

“Here, here! Set her down gently! What happened?”

“I dunno- I found her in a pile of blood in the alley. I think her side’s been stabbed!”

Kloppman frowns. “Go get Kelly’s girlfriend while I gather supplies. If there’s going to be any work done, there has to be a lady present! Go, now!”

Blink rushes off while Race and I can only try to comfort Becca, who’s still unconscious.

“B-B…” She mumbles.

“What? What is it Becs?” Race asks frantically.

“B-Benny…”

Race makes a fist. “That lousy, rotten, no-good son-of-a-!”

“What happened?” Sarah comes through tha door, followed by Blink.

“Becca got stabbed. Ya godda help, please!” I beg.

“O-Oh! Ok- um… You guys are going to have to go. Give us some privacy.”

“Sure, sure. Just hurry while she’s still breath’n!” Race rushes.

We leave Sarah to get to work and meet up with tha odda newsies in tha square.

“Where’s Becs? She’s supposed to be back by now! If Spot tries anyth’n funny-” Jack grumbles.

“She got stabbed!” Race pants.

Jack’s face twists from annoyed to fearful.

“It’s Benny- he did it!” Blink informs them.

“How long ‘til I can get a murder over with?” Skittery growls. “I’ll kill him- you knows I will! C’mon Jack- just let me kill him!”

Jack tries to calm him down. “No, no. We’s just won a strike- we don’t need anyone arrested for murder! Believe me, I wanna kill him too, Skid. But we godda worry about Becca!”

“Who wants to tell Spot?” Mush asks. We all exchange fear-filled glances. “We’s all know Spot Colon ain’t gonna take it too easy when he hears Becca’s been hurt.”

“I’ll go.”

We all turn to Boots.

“I’ll go tell him.” He goes to leave.

“Nice know’n ya, Boots.” Snipeshooter mumbles.

Spot’s POV

I’d just gotten all tha Brooklyn newsies out and sell’n, when I see Boots sprint’n over tha bridge.

“Hey, what’s-?”

“Becca’s been stabbed!” Boots yells.

I freeze. “What?”

“It’s Becca-” Boots catches his breath. “She got stabbed by Benny. She’s with Kloppman, and Sarah’s patch’n her up.”

Oh dear God. Becca... Sweet, beautiful Rebecca...

“Well don’t just stand there! Take me to her!” I jump up and follow Boot to ‘Hattan, where all tha newsies are. 

“Okay, who’s fault is it?” I growl.

“What?” Skittery asks blindly.

“You’s know what! Who allowed Becca to be stabbed?”

“It ain’t nobody’s fault! We ain’t babysitters- Becca’s been walk’n by herself for years!”

“Yeah, and she never left good-ol’ safe ‘Hattan, did she?” I jibe at them.

“Well…”

None of em answer. More proof that Becca should’ve been escorted. Just then, a goil comes oudda tha lodg’n house.

“She’s awake!”

“Is she ok?” I ask anxiously.

“Don’t worry- she’ll have some scarring, but otherwise it didn’t damage any organs. However she did lose a lot of blood, so she’ll have to rest for a few days.”

“I can live with that. It’s Becca not be’n alive that I’s won’t be live’n!” 

Thank you, God! Thank you thank you!

We all crowd upstairs to where Becca’s lay’n in a bunk, almost like an angel.

Rebecca’s POV

I wake up feeling groggy. I try to roll over, and then feel tha deep pain in my side. Oh, right. Wait- I’m alive? I’m alive! Alive and kick’n! 

I open my eyes and take in tha sunshine stream’n throught tha window.

“Good! You’re awake!”

I look over and see Sarah sitting nearby.

“Hey. What’re ya do’n here?”

“They said you had been stabbed, and since I’m a girl too they thought I should help.”

I blush, embarrassed. “Sorry-”

“No, no, it’s alright! You’re going to hopefully make a full recovery! Would you like to see any visitors?”

I nod. “Yes, please!”

“Alright- I’ll send them up!” Sarah disappears down tha hallway. 

I lift up my shoit, and find a jagged set of stitches- a wound that’ll leave a scar. I just hope Spot doesn’t mind…

Before I know it, all tha newsies are crowd’n around me.

“Becca! You’s ok!” Crutchy gushes.

“‘Course I am. You’s think a papercut can stop me?” I grunt.

“You’s had enough trouble to last ya a lifetime, Becs.” Jack hugs me gently. 

When I see Spot, he looks as if he’s either gonna tell me off, or break down cry’n. Instead, he leans in and abruptly wraps his arms around me.

“I thought I lost you, Beauty,” he whispers, and I notice he’s shake’n a bit.

“Hey, don’t worry- I’m still here.” I run my fingers through his hair, try’n to calm him.

“I shoulda gone with ya,” he whispers regretfully. “I’ll never let anyth’n happen to you again, I promise.”

I frown and push Spot up to face me. “Ya know who you’s sound’n like?” I point to my big brodda. “Him.”

Spot don’t answer. Instead, he buries his head into my chest, and I’m a little embarrassed to have all tha guys here.

“How can I help it, not worry’n about ya?” Spot asks finally.

“Simple. Ya just godda trust me.”

“And look where that got ya!”

“I never said it’d always turn out ok. But ya can’t lock me away like a fragile doll, expect’n me to live with it. I wanna live my life, not observe it.”

“I donno…”

“Just promise you won’t be freaked out later.”

Spot’s face scrunches. “What?”

I frown. “I- I’s gonna have a scar. And, if it-”

“Rebecca, no scar could ever make me stop think’n you's the most beautiful goil in the world.”

Everyone goes quiet, and I can understand why. Spot’s never this open about his feelings, but I’m glad he still will’n to luv me.

Jack speaks up. “Guess he really luvs ya, Becca. Sorry I ever doubted it.”

Spot glares. “Ever mention this again, and I’ll soak ya!”

“Thanks for that, Spot.” I begin to sit up. “Now c’mon- we’s got papes to sell!”

Sarah’s face falls. “No, Becca, you’re not-”

“Ya just got stabbed!”

“Beauty, if you think I’s gonna let ya get up-”

“You’s already lost a good cut just by watch’n me sleep. I ain’t gonna lay around all day, so let’s go!”

Mush and Jack try to stop me, but after my death-glare they back off. Spot’s still hold’n my hand, and I’m wonder’n if he’ll never let go. We get outside and I’d never thought I’d be so happy ta see tha shine’n sun.

“So, any big news?” I ask Crutchy.

“I donno…”

“Extra! Extra! Carlyle seeks long-lost daughter!” Snipeshooter shouts. What?

“Lemme see that!” I snatch a pape from him and skim tha story. My fadda, my o-so-care’n fadda, is look’n for me. “I don’t believe this!” I say in a disgusted tone.

A few of tha guys gather around. Spot looks especially on-edge, though I can tell he’s try’n not to show it.

“Is it him?” Race asks.

“Is it really him?” Mush urges.

“That’s your fadda?!” Skittery outbursts.

“You’s rich!” Boots says.

“Are ya gonna leave?” Spot asks, more serious. I can tell he’s really anxious.

“‘Course she is- who wouldn’t?” Blink says.

“Quiet!” I spread my hands out. I could go back, but go back to what? An abusive fadda who sees me as an unwanted nuisance? “I ain’t leave’n.”

“You’re not?” Spot looks as if he’d been born again.

“Why? What sense does that make?” Snipeshooter asks.

“He might be my fadda,” I look over at Spot with a determined look, “but he ain’t my family.”

“Becca, think about it: You’s give’n away a whole fortune just to stick around with a bunch-a newsies-” Skittery begins.

“-who are just tha most funny, care’n, luv’n, and wonderful family I’s could ever need,” I finish. “Guys, I’s here to stay!”

All tha guys crowd and hug me in thanks, but they don’t argue when Spot pulls me aside and kisses me- though Jack’s try’n so hard to ignore it!

“Ya really ok stick’n with me? Like this?” he whispers, brow furrowed as he gestures to his worn-out clothes.

“Luv is a luxury money can’t buy. I ain’t leave’n unless you’s make me!” I grin.

We all go to start sell’n, and I can tell it’s gonna be a beautiful day!

That night, Spot walks me back from my sell’n spot towards tha lodg’n house. Already I hear Race beginn’n ta set up tha game! It’s really dark, with no moon out, but tha lamps help light up tha street. By now it’s beginn’n to get cold out- a sure sign winter’s wait’n.

I turn to Spot. “Thanks.”

“No problem. After today, I’s gonna worry ‘bout you forever!” He kisses my hand, make’n me blush. “Tha future may not be too good…”

“It ain’t so bad,” I say assur’nly.

“Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?”

(A Million Dreams from The Greatest Showman)

“I close my eyes and I can see,

A world that's waiting up for me.

That I call my own.

Through the dark, through the door,

Through where no one's been before.

But it feels like home.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy.

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind.

I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy.

We can live in a world that we design.

'Cause every night I lie in bed,

The brightest colours fill my head!

A million dreams are keeping me awake!

I think of what the world could be,

A vision of the one I see,

A million dreams is all it's gonna take!

Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make.”

I lead him ta tha window, and outline houses with my hands.

“There's a house we can build,

Every room inside is filled

With things from far away.

The special things I compile,

Each one there to make a smile

On a rainy day…”

Now I climb up tha ladder, while pull’n Spot behind me.

“They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy.

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind.

I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy.

Runaway to a world that we design…!”

Spot lifts me by tha waist, twirl’n me in tha moonlight.

“‘Cause every night I lie in bed,

The brightest colours fill my head,

A million dreams are keeping me awake!

I think of what the world could be,

A vision of the one I see,

A million dreams is all it's gonna take!

Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make!”

I take his face in my hands.

“However big, however small,

Let me be part of it all.

Share your dreams with me!

You may be right, you may be wrong,

But say that you'll bring me along!

To the world you see,

To the world I close my eyes to see,

I close my eyes to see!”

He slowly brings me down, but doesn’t let me go. He touches his nose to mine, and we just stare at each odda.

“‘Cause every night I lie in bed,

The brightest colours fill my head…”

“A million dreams are keeping me awake…” I sing back.

“A million dreams, a million dreams!”

We sing togedda:

“I think of what the world could be!

A vision of the one I see!

A million dreams is all it's gonna take!

A million dreams for the world we're gonna make!”

We both lean over tha rail’n, star’n out inta tha city, then both sing softly:

“For the world we're gonna make.”

Later that night, Specs is tha foist to see me arrive.

“They’s all wait’n for you,” he says in a sarcastic scold’n tone. “Race’s about to throw a fit.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. They’s should know by now I ain’t one fer gambl’n.” I leave Specs downstairs, thankful he ain’t a part of this, and smile wide when I see tha fellas all gathered at tha table. “Hey guys! Ready to play?” I announce.

“Becs! You’s just in time! Blink’s deal’n.” Boots says excitedly.

“You bet’n?” Race immediately asks, curious.

I glare at him. “No. I’s already lost enough by not sell’n much today, and I ain’t gonna lose a single penny to you!”

“Alright, alright!” He complains.

Crutchy comes and sits by me. “So- Spot ain’t come’n?”

I shake my head. “He don’t wanna gamble either, plus he wants to give me some space.”

“That’s respectable.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” I say with wide eyes.

“Hey! Quite your yapp’n! Are you’s play’n or not?” Race asks.

I roll my eyes again. “I guess someone’s in an eager mood. Fiiiiinnnnne. Who’s go’n foist?”

#Newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #newsies 1992 #newsies x reader #spot colon x reader #spot conlon #Jack Kelly #david jacobs #Les Jacobs #sarah jacobs #kid blink #skittery newsies #boots newsies #mush meyers #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #crutchie morris #crutchy newsies #greatest showman

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Hope at the End of the World (Part 1)

A/N: A slight speculation of how the Worst Timeline could come about and be fixed. Does it make sense? No. Is it very self indulgent? Extremely. 

In terms of “Worst” everyone who can be dead is dead, except Tom and Danni, no weapons were collected, and everything is awful.

Pairings: Connor x M!Devon

Many Mentions of Blood and Death below the cut

Devon had chosen to stay behind when Noah and Danni had taken off to help Rowan and the others with…something. He hadn’t slept in three days and his brain was like a sieve. It explained why he wasn’t on guard. He should have been on guard. Be aware of your surroundings was Monster Hunter 101, but it was his home. 

His knees cracked on the floor next to Connor’s body. Blood flowed freely from Connor’s chest. Don’t pull the knife out, they both knew that. It must have been instinct. Just like stabbing someone trying to bash his skull in was instinct.

Devon dragged Connor’s shoulders up to rest his head in his lap. His skin was still chalky pale and his eyes were still glowing blue, instead of the stormy gray Devon woke up to each morning. 

“I’m s-sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” Devon gasped through tremors. He was shaking so hard, he might just disintegrate into nothing. Why hadn’t he listened? Every time Connor had asked to leave and move on with Devon, to start a family somewhere far away, Devon had brushed him off again and again. 

He’d thought he and Connor would have all the time in the world to have their happy ending. A house, a dog, a wedding, a few kids. But now Connor was dead and all of that chance and possibility for the future was dead along with him.

Devon’s back ached as he curled over Connor. There were probably bruises along his spine. He could feel hand-shaped ones on his upper arms beginning to form. He should have let Connor kill him. He should have. What was the point of living without him? Devon had spent five years working tirelessly to bring back Noah. Outside of Connor and the Power, Devon had nothing.

He carded his fingers through gorgeous golden hair, sticky with blood and sweat. The front door slammed open. Had they won? He almost hoped they hadn’t, if they had…

Rowan stood in the doorway, their bright red hair plastered to their head and their black clothes damp and clinging. No one appeared behind them as they stumbled over to Devon. They took in Connor’s corpse with wild eyes. Selfishly, Devon wanted to tell them to fuck off and keep their eyes to themself.

“We lost,” He said instead.

Rowan nodded.

“Noah?”

“Dead.” Their voice was little more than a strangled whisper.

Devon couldn’t summon the strength to feel anything other than a slight pang of sadness. 

“Dead. Everyone’s dead. Jocelyn, Lincoln, Abel—Lia. They’re all dead.” Rowan broke into sobs.

Devon knew he should say something, anything, but he didn’t know what. Everyone was gone. What could he say about that?

They sat in relative silence. Him cradling Connor, while Rowan wailed beside him. It was strange to witness someone break down so completely. It was strange how he felt nothing for their pain. As their tears slowed and the wails turned to whimpers, Devon closed Connor’s eyes and kissed his lips for the last time. 

Devon straightened, ignoring the pain blooming where his skull had connected with a counter and watched Rowan swipe at their face. “So, the bad guys won?”

“No.” They said firmly. “We didn’t win, but I made sure as hell they didn’t either.”

Devon suddenly realized it wasn’t rain soaking Rowan’s clothes. 

“But there’s still a problem. Loha’s gone, Matthias tried to use me as the Anchor, then Noah when I escaped. Obviously, neither worked.”

“So, there isn’t an anchor?”

“Not yet.” Rowan’s face was tear stained and blank, they looked nothing like the argumentative bastard Devon had come to know. “I’ll take Loha’s place. Power returning to Power. I just need you to kill me.”

Devon sighed. Was it too much to ask that everything stop for like five minutes? “Does it need to be in the caves?”

“Yes.” Rowan paused, and Devon could practically see wheels turning in their head. “...but maybe there’s something we can do first.”

#ilw #it lives within #ilw mc #ilitw mc #turtle writes

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What Would bubba, Michael, and Danny do if they saw there S/O get fat shamed by other survivors, and there S/o just says "it's... okay I'm used to it._

no cause i love meg and david and all but i can’t help but think they’d probably be assholes if you weren’t fit like them. well david is canonically an asshole according to the devs so

TW: Gore/Blood, Canon-Typical Violence

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Bubba Sawyer:

“Are those jeans ripped because your fatass couldn’t fit in them? Maybe if you actually tried running from the killer more you’d get a work out and lose some weight.”

Why would David say that about you? You didn’t even do anything to them!

Bubba immediately goes to grab you from your seat on one of the logs. You are not going to be by them if this is what they say to you. That- not nice person will learn their lesson! For now, he just wants you to know that none of what they said is true.

His hands make his way across your body as he mumbles incomprehensible words. You can’t understand what he’s saying, but you know he’s trying to tell you that you look beautiful. Bubba gets flustered very easily and your body gets him squealing the second his hands touch your thighs.

“It’s alright Bubba, it’s nothing to worry about. You don’t have to make me feel good about myself. I’m used what they say. I promise it’s okay.”

You’re used to it?! Why did you never tell him? Bubba will not tolerate you being insulted, even if you think you can handle their words.

You’d bet Bubba will torment the hell out of whoever thinks they can just say those things about you. He may be a sweetheart, but anger will quickly overtake his usual kind and caring personality he has when he’s around you. If you don’t want to see David’s face being skinned I would recommend looking away. It is not a pretty sight.

He will wear David’s face when picking you up from the campfire, a silent reminder that he is not to be taken as a joke. He may act all kind and caring around you, but Bubba will not hesitate to teach those survivors a lesson when they mess with you.

David doesn’t insult you anymore now that he’s seen your boyfriend wearing his face. It makes him want to hurl every time he sees it. And he does. It makes Bubba smile every time.

Michael Myers:

“Maybe instead of sitting down and waiting for the next trial you can run some laps and lose some weight!”

What. The. Hell. Did. That. Asshole. Just. Say. About. You.

Lucky for Meg, you see Michael standing behind a tree and you quickly make your way over to him before you can break down into tears in-front of the others. Michael understands you want to leave, so he will not act on his urges. Just this once. For you.

Please bear with the death grip he has on your arm paired with his slightly faster walk that has you tripping over your own feet. Michael’s still a bit.. irritated about the fact that anybody would say something like that to you.

Once you’re back at Haddonfield, Michael won’t keep his hands off you, something very out of character knowing him. He’ll even get on his knees to have more access to your thighs and stomach. Is he trying to praise your body?

“You know.. It’s okay Mikey. I’m used to it, really. It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.”

Michael goes out of his comfort zone to try and make you feel better and you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to because you’re used to what they say to you? No. He won’t tolerate this. You are going to know that Michael loves you for you whether you like it or not. He’ll deal with Meg later.

And deals with her he does. She doesn’t even have the chance to get anywhere near you before Michael is grabbing her by the pigtails to throw her into a nearby wall. Hopefully you aren’t watching as he pries her jaw open and tears her tongue out of her mouth, only to be replaced by his beloved kitchen knife. Nobody talks about Michael’s baby like that >:(

Meg will try to say something again, thinking she can only be hurt in trials, but Michael won’t hesitate to prove her wrong. Don’t worry, she stops after Michael picked her up by the ankle and threw her in the fire after he heard her try to make another snarky comment. Everybody was shocked, even you. The message was clear: Don’t mess with Michael’s s/o.

Danny Johnson:

“Good thing we don’t have food in this realm or else this fat bitch would’ve eaten it all already.”

Excuse him? What did that son of a bitch just say to you? If you tell him you just want to leave and don’t want to stay any longer, he will, like Michael leave and resist the urge to stab that dumb whore in her face. She’s lucky what you say matters to him.

As soon as you’re far away enough from the campfire Danny’s already grabbing your face and turning you towards him. You know he wants an explanation. He wants to know why they would say something like that to you.

“It was really nothing! I’m used to it at this point. It’s nothing to worry about, I swear.”

Used to it?! No. No. This is not something that is going to keep going on. Danny will not allow you to think of yourself as anything other than beautiful. That bastard will learn that they’re nothing compared to you. You wanna say something about it? Oh he’ll pretend to listen and he’ll say he won’t, but he will anyways. He will not let you deal with that under any circumstances.

If you wanted him to not do anything, don’t be mad at him but.. he sorta embarrassed the hell out of speedy bitch. If you ever get your hands on his camera, you’ll see various pictures of Danny pushing her face in mud, forcing them to eat rotting flesh, making her choke on their own blood in the background while he’s holding up a peace sign. There’s a lot. Sorry babe but she deserved it!

It’s guaranteed that if any other killer is around stalking you and the others at the campfire, you might just hear them laugh a bit. Danny may or may not have shown the pictures to the killers and they may or may not hate Meg aswell so it’s really a win for everybody. Except for her of course. She’s trying to cover her face out of humiliation as the other survivors tease her about it too.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #danny johnson x reader

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Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

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[blooming-violets]

The Darkest Day || TASM One Shot

Summary/Prompt by @liz-allyn​: On a rainy winter night, Peter suddenly spots you crouching in the middle of a busy highway. He swoops in and saves you before you end up flattened by a bus. But something is wrong. You’re dazed, confused, you can’t remember… anything. Peter realizes you’re covered in blood. It’s not yours.

Warnings: Gif of blood under the cut. Heavy mentions of blood. Mentions of an almost blow job. Stabbing. Sexual Assault. Panic. Death of a loved one. Shock. Angst. 

Tag List: (I think only one person specifically asked to be tagged in any tasm things I write. The other’s were just for the Pinky Promise series. I think. Idk I didn’t want to spam or bother anyone lol. Let me know if I missed you or wanted to be added to any future tasm writing or just for PP series)  @anakins-angel​

A/N: Thank you to @liz-allyn for suggesting this prompt to people. You’re the true hero here. I live and breathe for angst. 

“Wake up, wake up...please. No, no, no. You can’t do this to me. Get up! Get up!”

You shook the shoulders of your best friend as he laid motionless on the ground next to you. His head lolled to the side, eyes staring lifeless ahead of him, as blood pooled around his body. There was too much of it. It was wet and warm as it soaked into your clothing. You tried to stop the bleeding. You tried to place your hands over the gaping hole in his stomach. 

Apply pressure. 

Every time you pushed your hands down more blood bubbled up out of the wound. It was impossible to keep your hands over it. They kept slipping. It was just too big. There was too much. 

Too much blood. 

“No...”

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t here. This was a nightmare. You would open your eyes and you’d wake up in your bed. Everything would be fine. Danny was fine. It was okay. He was okay. You were okay. He’s fine.

You opened your eyes again. 

Danny wasn’t fine. 

Danny was dead. 

Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. 

“Help!” You tried to cry out but your voice cracked, the sound swallowed by your own sobs. “Someone. Help him. Please.” 

No one was coming. In was in middle of night in the dead of winter. Rain poured from the sky’s above. You watched the water wash his river of blood down the pavement of the dark alley. The two of you had decided to use it as a short cut on your way home after a night of drinking. 

“Get out of here.” Those had been his last words. 

You didn’t want to leave him but he was right. He was always right. 

“I’m sorry,” you leaned down and kissed his blood stained cheek before pushing yourself up.

You started running. 

---

Twenty minutes ago you had been laughing. He had been telling you an outrageous story of a man he tried to have sex with in the nightclub bathroom while you walked home. The two of you were huddled under a single umbrella in an attempt to hide from the rain. He was going on and on about how hot the stranger had been, how he was so horny, he was ready to take him right there in the dirty stall. You had choked on your own saliva in a fit of giggles when he explained how he was on his knees, just as he was about take this beautiful man into his mouth, someone had burst into the stall next to them and starting unloading a nights worth of shit beside them. He was describing the horrible smell in such detail, both of you with tears of laughter in your eyes, when a hooded figure stepped out from behind a dumpster. 

“Oh, how mysterious!” Danny had snickered at the man. “You know, I like them tall, dark, and handsome.” You were both still buzzing from your drinks and laughter still hung your lips. Neither of you had realized the gravity of the situation you had just stepped into. 

The man moved forward, he pulled something from his pocket, the glint of a shiny knife in the moonlight caught your eye. The laughter faded from both your faces. 

“Hey, man. We don’t want trouble. We don’t have any money. We’re just trying to get home,” Danny’s voice lowered an octave when he spoke. He was putting on his macho act in front of the stranger. You hugged closer to his side. 

“It’s real rainy out,” a voice slithered over your shoulder. You yelped and spun around to come face to face with another man behind you. They had you trapped on either side of the alley. “How’s about you hand over that umbrella? You wouldn’t want us to get too wet would you? It seems only fair that you share it.” 

Danny gave you a worried glance. He closed the umbrella and reluctantly handed it over. You both knew they were only trying to get it away incase he decided to use it as a weapon to fend them off. 

The second man snatched it from his hand and tossed it behind him, “Good boy. Now how about you do a little more sharing. My friend and I would like to borrow this sweet, fine lady here for a little bit. I don’t think she’d mind.” He reached out a grimy hand and rubbed it up your thigh and under the black velvet of the short club dress you were wearing. 

Your eyes widened and you slapped away his hand, backing yourself against Danny’s chest. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You spat out at him. 

They each gave a dark laugh in response. The second man spoke again. He seemed to be the one in charge, “Aw, so cute. I like it when they try to act all tough.” 

Danny shoved you behind him, hiding you the corner between the dumpster and the wall, his body closing you off from the men’s sight. He was never a psychical fighter but, when it came to the people he loved, you knew he’d do whatever it took. You placed your hand on his back.

“Let’s just run,” you whispered in his ear.

“I’m not letting either of you near her. It’s time you both fucked off and bothered someone else,” his voice didn’t quiver once but you knew he was scared. You knew everything about him. 

“I’ve had enough,” the man with the knife spoke for the first time since you met. His voice was deep and sinister. It sent shivers down your spine. “Move,” he spoke to Danny directly now. You couldn’t see his face but you could tell Danny was staring him straight in the eye.

“Never,” he had replied. You heard him spit into the man’s face. 

Then it happened. 

The man didn’t even say a word. He made no sound. He just lunged at Danny and ripped the knife into his chest. 

Danny doubled over.

One, two, three. Three times the knife plunged in and out of your friend’s stomach. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?!” The second guy backed away. His eyes were wide. “We didn’t agree on killing on anyone! It was just to scare them. This wasn’t the plan!” He turned around and ran out of the alley. 

The first man shoved Danny’s curled over body to the side. He hit the wet pavement with a heavy thud. Red poured from his stomach. The man turned to looked directly at you. It was the first time you got a good look at his face. He had a long, jagged, red scar across his left cheek and his eyes were a piercing blue. You couldn’t move. 

“See you later, sweetheart.” He smiled at you before he turned and ran after his partner. 

Frozen. 

It had taken you a few passing seconds before you were even able to break out of the shock. Danny’s hand wrapping around your ankle was what it took to pull you back. 

You gasped and bent down beside him, your frantic eyes trying desperately to take in what you were seeing. 

“Go,” he whispered to you. Blood painted his lips and dribbled down his chin when he spoke. “Before they come back. Get out of here.” 

He let out one last, long breath as he body went limp in front of you. You watched the life leave his open eyes. 

Gone.

---

Rain pelted your skin as you ran. It mixed in beautifully with the tears streaming down your face. 

You couldn’t see where you going. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t hear. You could only run. 

Faster and faster. Further and further. You had to get away. You had to put as must distance as possible between you and your friend. 

Danny’s dead eyes flashed in your vision. 

Stop it. 

You couldn’t shake the image from your thoughts. You ran faster. Pushed yourself harder. 

His eyes chased you. 

Haunting you.

You stopped short. Out of breath. Panting. Danny’s eyes still invading your every thought. 

You let out a blood curdling scream and sunk to the ground. You wrapped your arms around your legs and pulled them close. You wanted to be with him. You shouldn’t have left him there. He was alone. Dead. No one to comfort him. No one to hold him. 

Rotting alone in the rain. 

A loud horn ruptured through your ears and blinding lights dazed your vision. 

You closed your eyes. 

---

“Where are you hurt?” 

Someone was speaking to you. Their hands felt their way over your body, looking for the source of the bleeding. 

You jerked away from their touch, kicking out the person, and curling yourself into a ball, “Don’t touch me!” 

Panic rose in your chest. You could feel the hands of that man sliding up your thighs. 

The knife.

Danny’s eyes. 

You shook your head. Eyes squeezed shut. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Leave me alone,” you mumbled into the grass under you. 

The smell of wet dirt filled your nostrils and grass tickled your cheek.

“Okay! I’m not touching you. I need to know where the blood is coming from though. Can you tell me where it hurts?” 

You kept yourself bathed in the darkness behind your eyelids. If you opened them, you’d be back in reality. In the dark, at least you could hide. Nothing was real if you couldn’t see it. 

“Not mine,” you muttered. 

Danny’s. Danny’s blood. 

“Okay,” the voice softened. “You’re not in danger anymore. You’re safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You can call me Spiderman. I’m going to take care of you.” 

That was enough to get you to peak through your lashes. 

Sure enough, Spiderman was kneeling in front of you. At first you felt relief. You felt safe. He wouldn’t let those men get near you. 

Danny. Your sweet, beautiful, Danny. 

He was going to be a lawyer. Not the shitty kind. The kind that helped fight for those who were underprivilege. He wanted to be of service to the poor, the minorities, the one’s who the law was always stacked against. He was going to help people. A man of the people. A hero.

Now he’s dead. 

Your relief turned to anger at the loss of your friend. 

Where had Spiderman been a half hour ago? Why hadn’t he shown up to save Danny? He was too late. You weren’t the one who needed the saving. 

You stared at his stupid mask. You hated him. 

You staggered to your feet. He copied your movements though his were a lot more graceful. You rushed at him. Shoving your hands against his shoulders, pushing him. There was fire behind your eyes. 

“Why didn’t save him? You should have saved him! He needed your help and you weren’t there!” 

Tears streamed down your face. You banged your fists against his chest. You hated him. You hated Spiderman. This was all his fault. 

“Why weren’t you there? Why didn’t help him?” 

Each blow of your fist against his suit probably hurt you more than it did him but it felt good. You wanted him to hurt you back. You wanted to feel something other the grief. So you kept antagonizing him. 

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a superhero! You can’t even save one person!” You yelled, sorrow dripping from the sound. He made no attempts to stop you, to restrain you, to move away from the abuse. He just stood there and took it. It made you despise him even more. 

“Hit me back!” You screeched at him. 

“I hate you!” Hit. “I hate you!” Hit. “I hate you...”

Your lip quivered. Each punch of your fist got weaker each time until you were barely just grazing his chest. “Why did he have die? Why him?”

All the fight drained out of you. Your shoulders slumped and you closed your eyes, stumbling forward. 

He caught you in his arms and pulled you tightly against him. You allowed it to happen, burying your head into the fabric of his suit, you wanted someone to hold you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I’m here now though. Let me help you.” 

You whimpered and nodded your head. You felt bad for having had hit him.

You stayed with your face hidden in his chest. You could feel him turning his head to look around. 

“We’re right by a public pool. No one should be there. Let me bring you over there to calm down. You can tell me what happened. We can get you cleaned up in the bathroom.” He was too sweet for someone you had just tried to attack. 

For the first time since you started running, you look around to observe your surroundings. You were standing near a busy road. Is that where Spiderman had grabbed you from? You didn’t remember purposely running out into it. You were quite a few blocks away from where you had left Danny. It surprised you how far you had blindly ran. 

Spiderman gently released you from his hug and took your hand in his. 

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s fix you up. 

---

The rain had stopped and the moon had pushed its way out behind the clouds. There was dark green cover stretched over the pool. It wasn’t open in the winter. Spiderman was right, no one would be here. If it was any other strange man, you would have felt unsafe being somewhere like this alone with them. For whatever reason, you trusted him to keep you safe. That was supposed to be his job, after all. 

He fiddled with the locked door to the bathrooms. You stood close behind him. Your fingers stuck together. You held them up to your face. Without the rainfall, Danny’s blood had begun to dry on your skin. You forced your fingers apart, watching as the blood cracked and broke away. Goosebumps formed on your exposed legs from cool night air. 

You felt nothing anymore. 

“There!” Spiderman exclaimed when the door popped open. “It’s not breaking and entering when it’s for a good reason.” 

You pushed past him and walked into the dark room. You used to swim at this pool in the summers when you were a child. The place still looked the same. A small office greeted you as you walked in. Down the short hallway to your left were two large, full bathrooms and changing rooms for the guests to use at the leisure. Lockers lines the walls of the hall. 

Spiderman must have hit the light switch because florescent lights buzzed on above your head. It was too bright. Your eyes had been adjusted to the dark. You cast them down to the floor to keep them from hurting. 

He stepped in front of you. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” 

You shook your head no. 

“Listen. I need to call someone to help. You mentioned someone was hurt. They might need an ambulance.” 

An ambulance? You don’t need an ambulance when you’re dead. 

“He’s dead,” your voice was monotone, lacking any emotion. 

“Who is?” Spiderman guided you to a wooden bench against the wall. You let him pull you down onto it. His arm wrapped around your neck, his hand dangling over your shoulders. You focused in on his hand. It was mostly red with blue tipped fingers. The material was made up of little hexagon patterns. You never got to see the details of his costume from the news footage you had seen. He was always so far away. 

“My friend. My best friend. Danny. They killed him. Two men. One had a knife. The one who killed him had a scar on his left cheek and blue eyes. I didn’t really get to see the other guy. That’s all I remember.” You turned to stare at him with empty eyes. “Do you think I can shower here? I don’t want his blood on me anymore.”

He nodded. His hand brushed against your cheek. “I’m really sorry you had to go through this. I’m going to call the police for you. They’ll find your friend. Do you know where his body is?” 

You told him the name of the street you had been on before you crossed into the alleyway. He thanked you. 

---

The shower tiles were cold under your feet. Your bloody dress sat crumpled over your shoes in the corner of the room. You hadn’t turned the lights on. You wanted to be in the dark. The shower rattled to life. It was probably the first time anyone had used it since the start of the winter season. Cold water blasted from the spout. Your initial instinct was to move away from the freezing water but you forced yourself under it. You thought about switching it over to hot water but chose not to. The cold numbed the outside of your body in a way that matched how you felt on the inside. 

Watery blood swirled around your feet as it ran off your body. Even in the dark, you could make out the bright red color moving around you. All you could feel was blood. You felt like it was everywhere. You felt like you were drowning in it. You scrubbed at your arms, your legs, your chest, your face. You had to get it off. You had to get him off you. Parts of your friend washing down the drain under your feet. Tears burned in your eyes. Why was this happening? Why Danny? 

Your heart hurt with a heavy, aching pain you had never felt before. The urge to scream overtook you. You let it rip from your throat, bouncing and echoing off the walls, as you fell to your knees in the shower. You hung your head and cried. 

The door burst open. Spiderman ran to your side. He reached for you. 

“Jesus, it’s freezing!” He turned the shower knob to hot and knelt beside you under the stream of water as it began to warm up. “Are you hurt?”

You couldn’t look at him. Your body was shaking, both from the cold and the sobs bursting out of you. Snot ran from your nose. You knelt there cold, wet, and naked as you cried. You felt so small. So exposed. 

Spiderman spot a web at a large, white towel hanging on a hook and dragged it to him. He wrapped it around your body, pulling you into his lap, and cradling you like a child. He kept the both of you under the water flow. Steam was now rising. The hot water soaked through the towel and into your skin, warming you up. You started to stop shivering. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to you as he rocked his body back and forth. It was so soothing of a motion. “Nobody should ever have lose someone like that. It’s not fair. The world is not fair. It’s all bullshit.” 

You nestled your head against his shoulder. He was so kind. So good.

And you were so tired.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” you closed your eyes. “You’re not a pathetic super hero. You can’t be everywhere at once. I don’t know why I said those things.” 

“I do. I’ve said them to myself countless times. But you can’t dwell on the ‘what ifs’ or else it will consume you. Trust me, I’ve been there so many times before. You have to keep moving foreword and just do what you can. I might not have been able to save your friend tonight but I was able to save you from getting hit by a bus. Instead of two deaths, I have one. It’s not great odds. Death still happens. But you’re alive. That’s one less person I don’t have to see buried in the ground. And sometimes one is better than none.”

Today you met two types of strangers. One who wanted to harm you. The other who wanted to help you. Even in the darkest day, there were still good people. There were people who wanted to help. They outweighed the bad.

You hid your face against his chest. 

“You’re a good person, Spidey.”  

---

"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping. '" 

-Mr. Fred Rogers

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