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honeypiehotchner · 2 years

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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part one

Holy shit I think I might be slowly coming out of my writing slump. Here’s the beginning of this mini-series about this fine ass man🤪 (Yes there will be smut later on)

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

WC: 3,996

Warnings: none, I think, unless you count Hangman’s shameless flirting

When Penny told you to come home, back to Fightertown, you should’ve known she had ulterior motives.

But what did you do? You drove down for the weekend anyway.

You’re currently living in the heart of San Diego, so you aren’t too far from Fightertown. You grew up there, but after your dad died, you and your mom had to move somewhere else. It hurt a little too much to be there right after the accident, but you never could move far.

Your mom passed away last year from a cancer that the doctors had found three years prior, just a few weeks after your dad’s death. The punches kept coming that year.

Now, you’re coasting. There isn’t much that a person can do when they’re in their twenties and have already lost their parents. Life feels…different without your mom.

Penny has been trying every second she can to get you to come visit, but you’ve had a litany of excuses. Until today.

The Hard Deck doesn’t open to the public for a few hours, but you walk right in, sneaking up on Amelia who does her homework at the bar.

“Boo.”

“Aunt Y/N!” Amelia knows your tricks too well. She spins and throws her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. This embrace alone is enough to tell you that it’s been too long.

“Hey kiddo,” you murmur. “I’ve missed you.” You hug her back just as tight, shaking her a little.

“I’ve missed you too!” Amelia pauses, looking over your shoulder before whispering, “Guess who’s here.”

“Who?”

“Maverick,” Amelia says. “He’s outside with Mom.”

“What?” you nearly shriek, whirling around to look down at the beach. Holy shit. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“I have no idea,” Amelia shrugs. “But they’ve been talking for a while. Do you think they’ll get back together?”

Penny has no idea that Amelia knows about her and Maverick. You told Amelia it’s best to keep it a secret between you two that she knows. Penny will say something when she’s ready. Maybe.

But the idea of them getting back together? You scoff. “He’s gotta wait for Hell to freeze over first,” you chuckle. “Let’s go save her, shall we?”

Amelia grins. “Race you.” And she takes off.

“Oh shit.” You bolt after her, nowhere near as fast as you used to be, and Amelia seems to have just gotten faster.

“Mom!” Amelia shouts as she darts across the sand. You jump off the deck and roll, popping up on your feet. “Look who I found!”

“When did you get so fast?” you yell, loving the bewildered looks you get from Penny and Maverick. You clearly interrupted something, but you’re not sure yet if it’s a good thing.

“When did you get so slow?” Amelia fires back, her hands resting on her hips.

“You’re lucky you’re my niece,” you laugh. “Hey Pen.” You wrap your arms around her, squeezing tightly.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Penny says softly. She glances awkwardly at Maverick. “Uhm, you remember--”

“I can’t believe it,” Mav says. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you reply. “You get into trouble again?”

He laughs. “Yeah, something like that. What about you?”

“Just missed these two,” you say truthfully, pulling Penny and Amelia into you by your arms. “You missed Penny, I’m presuming-- Ow!” An elbow to the ribs shuts you up real quick.

Maverick answers anyway. “I did. I really did.”

“Gross,” Amelia comments, wiggling out from your arm. “Can we get ice cream?”

“Have you had dinner?” Penny interjects.

“We can get dinner and ice cream,” you offer. “My treat. That okay?”

“Of course,” Penny nods. “You should come back to the bar later.”

“Alright,” you say, a little skeptical. She never outright asks like that unless she wants or needs you to be there. “I’ll put this rascal to bed and then head over.”

“You don’t need to tuck me in,” Amelia groans.

“Yeah, yeah,” you ruffle her hair. “Race you.” And you take off, hearing Penny and Maverick laughing as you and Amelia kick up sand.

+++

Amelia spills everything over dinner and ice cream, catching you up with lightning speed.

Her dad (the Jackass, as you call him when Penny talks to you about him) has a new wife now, all cozy in his stupid Hawaiian home. You’ve never rolled your eyes so hard.

School is as boring as ever, but she’s managing. High school is new and weird but she has friends and seems to be doing okay. It’s hard not to when Fightertown is so close knit.

Too close knit. That’s part of why you and your mom had to move.

Amelia says Penny is still hung up on Maverick. “I’m not dumb,” Amelia says. “I can tell.” And that makes you laugh. Nothing gets past this kid. Granted, Penny and Maverick are painfully obvious about their feelings.

Speaking of that, when Amelia asks how you are, she follows it up with “And don’t say ‘good’ because you look rough.”

“Wow,” you chuckle, licking the ice cream off your spoon. “Thanks, Amelia.”

“Sorry,” she grimaces. “Mom says I don’t have a filter.”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I am okay, though. Don’t worry. I’m sorry I don’t come see you enough. I really should visit a lot more.”

“You’re just twenty minutes away,” she murmurs. And that breaks your heart.

“I know, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t you move back here?” she asks. “Mom would let you stay with us until you got your own place.”

“I know she would,” you frown. “But my job is in San Diego. I’ll try to visit more, I promise. Seriously.”

“Okay.” You can tell she doesn’t really believe you, and you don’t blame her.

After talking with Amelia, you kind of need a drink. You’re kicking yourself the whole drive back to Penny’s, and then the whole walk over to The Hard Deck. The guilt will eat you alive if you let it, and you can’t. It’s all so complicated, why you couldn’t come visit as often as you should.

You hear the music loud and clear before you’re even close, and you can’t help but grin. You missed this a lot more than you’re willing to admit.

The door is opened for you by a good looking man in uniform. And the entire Hard Deck is filled with others just like him.

Penny, you son of a bitch.

There’s a running joke between the two of you that you’re a bit of a loner while she’s the romantic. Between your dad’s death and your mom’s cancer diagnosis and eventual death, dating has never been on your mind.

But clearly Penny has other ideas for you. Her grin when she spots you is a dead giveaway.

You approach the bar and shake your head. “I’ll get you back for this.”

“A beer? Perfect,” she winks, pouring you your favorite. “It’s on Maverick.”

“Huh?”

To your left, Maverick waves his cellphone.

“Ah,” you smirk, picking up your glass. “Someone didn’t read the rules.” No cell phones at the bar. You take a sip, whistling at the taste. “Damn. That’s good.”

“I’m glad,” Maverick deadpans.

“Come on, old man,” you grin, slapping him on the back. “Let’s see if it’s good enough for me to wipe the floor with you at darts.”

“Not a chance,” Maverick says quickly, hopping up and high tailing it to the dart board.

You get there first, though, but it’s occupied, so you have to do some good old fashioned sweet talking.

“Hey boys,” you grin. “Mind letting me and the old man in for a round?”

“Wow,” the one on the left says. “Maverick, wanna introduce us to your friend?”

Dammit. “Of course you know him,” you roll your eyes. “Fine, introduce us, Mav. I forgot you know everyone under the sun.”

“Y/N, this is Fanboy,” Mav points to the left, “and Payback,” he points to the right.

In the midst of these introductions, though, a crowd of others in uniform have joined the group, so Maverick continues.

“That’s Rooster,” the one with a mustache, “Phoenix,” the only woman, “Bob,” he looks shy, “and Hangman.”

“Pretty good call signs,” you nod. “Not bad. I’ll try to remember them, but no promises.”

“You got one?” Phoenix asks.

“Oh,” you chuckle. “No, not me. My dad was Gravedigger.”

“The Gravedigger?” Fanboy (you think) asks.

Here we go again. “Yep. Anyone wanna play darts? Loser buys me another beer,” you grin, taking a sip for effect, locking eyes with each of them.

“I’ll bite,” Hangman says, stepping forward. He hands off his pool stick to Rooster who rolls his eyes and walks away.

As does everyone else. It doesn’t take an idiot to see that the group’s Resident Playboy Charmer thinks you’ve fallen into his trap.

“Alright,” you act cool. “Let’s see what the Hangman’s got, shall we?” You grab your favorite darts, the ones with the red ends. Your dad always picked the red ones, at least. You used to go for blue before he died.

Maverick gives you a look, muttering, “Go easy.”

“Me?” you point at yourself. “Go easy?” You toss a dart at the board without looking -- and it hits the bullseye. “Never.”

Hangman stares at the board then looks at you. “Damn.”

“Good luck, Hangman,” Maverick says with a laugh. “Hope you’ve got money for beer.”

“You might should stay, Mav,” you chuckle, throwing your other darts, hitting each one with precision. “He might need your help.”

“I’ll be fine,” Hangman quips, grabbing the silver darts. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Mhm,” you nod, calculating up your points before removing your darts from the board. “Go ahead.”

Hangman does his best, but he ends up buying you a beer. As you expected.

He gets himself another as well, following you back to the dart board.

“You didn’t learn your lesson, huh?” you ask, sipping, watching him pick up his darts. “Want me to beat your ass again?”

“If that’s what it takes for you to let me buy you a drink, then sure,” Hangman grins. “I’ll play darts all night, sweetheart.”

“Ah,” you raise your eyebrows. “Charming. If you wanted to buy me a drink, all you had to do was ask.”

“Good to know,” he says. “What if I want to take you out to dinner? I just have to ask?”

“You’ve gotta do a lot more than that,” you deflect. He can buy you drinks, he can play darts with you, but dinner and dates are where you draw the line. He’s shit at darts, though, so to lighten the blow, you say, “Win a round of darts, then maybe we can talk about dinner.”

Hangman nearly chokes on his beer. “Sounds good to me.”

You beat him round after round. You played ruthlessly, and he noticed, but he didn’t say anything.

You let him buy you two more beers, only drinking half of the last one. It wasn’t your plan to spend the entire night playing darts with a naval aviator, but it happened anyway.

Most everyone has gone home, including all of the other pilots. Penny is cleaning glasses at the bar and Maverick is keeping her company, glancing your way every now and then. The loud music has been replaced with slower, softer songs as 1am creeps in.

Hours of deflecting personal questions end with Hangman asking the biggest one that you know he was holding onto.

“So…your dad was the Gravedigger?”

You toss a dart clumsily and it lands just below the bullseye. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Hangman says softly.

“It was years ago,” you shrug. “But thanks. I appreciate that.” You throw one more dart, lazily, it barely lands. “I should go.”

“Alright,” Hangman says. “Need a ride? Or company on the walk?”

“No thanks,” you smile. “I’m staying with Penny. But um, thanks for the darts. And beer.”

“Sure thing,” Hangman nods. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” you say, waving.

He dips his head respectfully, his southern roots coming out, as he turns and walks away.

You head up to the bar where Penny is smiling, smugly cleaning a glass. “What is that face?”

“What face?” Penny asks.

“That one,” you reply. “You ready to go?”

“Just been waiting on you,” Penny sings.

Maverick snickers to himself and hops off the stool. “Hangman’s a damn good pilot.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Just saying,” Maverick says with a shrug, and an all too knowing smile. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Sure,” you reply slowly, watching the wistful look Maverick gives Penny. Seriously, he’s like a lost puppy.

Once Maverick is out the door, Penny starts in on you.

“Hangman, huh?” Penny says. “He’s attractive.”

“He’s shit at darts,” you laugh. “But I got free beer all night, so that’s nice of him.”

“He’s smitten.”

“He’s not,” you argue. “Maverick is, though.”

Penny scoffs and grabs her purse. “The past--”

“Is the past, I know,” you finish her sentence, despite the look she gives you. “Looks pretty present if you ask me.”

Penny hums, but says nothing else.

+++

You sleep on the couch at Penny’s and wake up early enough to have breakfast with Amelia before Penny takes her to school. Penny has to run some errands for the day, so you accompany her.

Later on, the two of you return to the Hard Deck for lunch, where the beach is…occupied.

“What the hell are they doing?” you ask. You can see clearly what they’re doing, but the question still slips out.

“Looks like football,” Penny says, cracking a smile. “Why? You wanna join them?”

“No,” you reply. “But I wanted to get in the water.”

“I’m sure you still can,” Penny grins. “And you should.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “Where’s the bread?”

After making your sandwiches, Penny insists that you eat outside. You could say it has something to do with the fact that even Maverick is out there, shirtless, sweating and playing football, but you don’t.

Reluctantly, you follow her outside to a picnic table, watching her wave to Maverick. Which means everyone else has probably looked your way, including Hangman.

Penny confirms it for you. “Y’know, if you’d look, you’d see Hangman waiting for you to turn your head.”

“Exactly why I’m not looking,” you retort. “How’s Mav look?”

Penny glares at you, but she can’t hide her grin. “He looks good. You know the exact kind of good that I mean, too.”

“Oh, Christ,” you grimace, trying to get the image of them two having sex out of your head.

“That’s what you get for teasing me,” Penny chuckles. “By the way, he’s stopped looking. They’re playing again.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Fine, suit yourself.”

The curiosity nearly kills you, and you finally look. Penny was right; they’re playing again. But that doesn’t stop Hangman from finding your eyes and grinning. He doesn’t wave, but locking eyes is enough, and so is the wink he sends your way. And then he keeps playing, showing off his abs, his skills, and—

He looks the exact kind of good that Penny was talking about.

You quickly snap yourself out of it. Too bad it will never happen.

Your mother always told you to never fall in love with a man like your father. Not because they’re bad men, in fact, they’re very good men. But the heartache that is left behind is too much to bear. The anxiety when they’re alive, wondering what day might be their last, will rot you from the inside out. It is difficult to stay sane. Staying sane is the hardest part. Next to grieving the loss.

You went through it enough with your dad. You can’t do that to yourself again.

“I’ve got some umbrellas in the back if you want,” Penny says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“If you want to sit on the beach for a while,” she adds, smiling softly. “Might make you feel better.”

She reads you too well. “Yeah,” you say. “Maybe. I might take a walk.”

“Okay,” she nods, standing up with her plate. “I’ll be here if you need me. Amelia’s going to a friend’s house after school.”

“Okay,” you reply. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Penny smiles. “Take care of yourself.”

You look down at your half-eaten sandwich and contemplate tossing it. You decide to just leave it. You might want it later, or not, but you don’t have the energy to decide what to do with it right now.

You hop down the steps to the sand, walking in the opposite direction of the football game. There’s a lot of yelling, so someone must’ve done something good. Who knows.

You should’ve known being back here would be this hard. This is exactly why you haven’t been here, and yet, you thought maybe it would be fine. Maybe enough time has passed. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

You still remember walking this exact stretch of sand with your mom while your dad flew above. You’d always wave to any planes, hoping he was one of them. Or one of his buddies. Sometimes he’d tell you that he waved back, but you don’t know if he was saying that just to make you smile.

He did that a lot.

You find a shady spot and decide to sit down. You’re far enough from the football game that their hooting and hollering is quieter.

You lean your head against the tree and shut your eyes, letting the warmth envelope you.

A few moments of peace are all you get before you hear someone jogging toward you, the sand and shells crunching beneath their feet.

Opening your eyes, you see it’s none other than Hangman.

And you’re 99% sure everyone is watching.

“Hangman,” you call out, smirking a little. “There’s no dartboard here.”

“My wallet is relieved,” he teases, smiling back. He’s still shirtless. It’s hard to focus. “What are you up to?”

“Napping,” you reply. “I thought you were playing football.”

“Ah, we’re taking a break.”

You look behind him and see the game is still very much going on. Maverick has sat down and so has Hondo, but…everyone else is still playing. Meaning, Hangman should be back there, but instead chose to come talk to you.

“Sure,” you nod. “What do you want?”

“I can’t ask a pretty girl how she’s doing?”

“Not this pretty girl,” you chuckle, accepting his shameless flirting. You shut your eyes once more. “She’s sleeping.”

“Well, I’ll wait for the sleeping beauty to finish getting her rest, then.”

He’s too much. He’s too good. Laying the charm on thick, layer after layer. His perfectly toned abdomen and smug smirk. You can’t help but open your eyes.

“Alright,” you say. “She’s awake. What did you really want, Hangman?”

“Just to say hi. And my name’s Jake, by the way,” he says. “I realized I never told you my legal name, just my call sign.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” you reply, smiling a little. “You probably answer more to Hangman now, anyway.”

“Yeah, it stuck hard.”

“I used to call my dad by his call sign when I needed to get his attention,” you say, not sure why you decided to share this memory. “Nothing like a twelve year old yelling out, ‘Gravedigger!’ in a grocery store.”

Hangman laughs. “I can practically hear it myself.”

“Me too,” you murmur.

“Mind if I sit?”

You gesture to the spot next to you. “Go ahead.”

Hangman sits, bending his knees and resting his arms there. He looks out at the water before looking back at you. Underneath the tint of his sunglasses, you can just barely see his eyes scanning your entire face. “What do you think your call sign would be?”

“I dunno,” you shrug. “I’m not a pilot.”

“Oh, come on, darlin’,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. “You of all people are allowed an honorary call sign.”

“I’ve never thought about it.”

“I think you’d be… the Mortician.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re real proud of yourself for that one, huh?”

“My call sign ideas are great.”

“Mm…”

“Hangman is clever!”

“I’ll give you that, it is.”

“Thank you.” He grins. “I appreciate that.”

“Anytime,” you reply. It slips out too easily. The slight desire to let there be another time. Or anytime. Why does it feel so easy? You nod toward the football game. “Looks like they’re playing without you.”

He glances over and shrugs. “I’ll let them have it.”

“You done playing?”

He shakes his head, feigning contemplation. He raises one hand, “Football with a bunch of aviators I see all day long anyway,” he pauses, raising the other hand, “or talking to you.” He looks over, shrugging. “I’ll pick you.”

“Wow,” you raise both eyebrows. “Pretty bold considering we just met and all I did was kick your ass.”

“Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.”

“You’re something.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What am I exactly, sweetheart?”

“Let’s see,” you start counting on your fingers. “A flirt, a player, a pilot -- that’s at least a good one.” Hangman laughs. “God awful at darts, a sweet southern boy, yet somehow, also a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Come on,” you give him a look. “It’s all over your face. It’s all over your friend’s faces. I get it, you’re the one who always gets the girl. But if you’re trying to woo me, it’s a lost cause, Jake.”

“Who says?”

“I do,” you murmur. “I went through enough having a dad in the exact same profession.”

He nods, understanding now. “Right, I see.” He pauses, looking a bit sad. “Am I still allowed to talk to you or…?”

“Yes, oh my God, it’s not that serious,” you laugh. “I just wanted to let you know it’s um… You’re fighting a losing battle and I don’t wanna lead you on. I’d rather be upfront about it now.”

“I appreciate that,” he says. “I guess I should get back to the game, huh?”

“Before Mav comes looking for you, yeah,” you reply. “Have fun.”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart,” he says, standing to his feet. He tilts his sunglasses down to wink at you. “I always do.”

You roll your eyes as he jogs off, waving his arms so someone will toss the ball down to him. Surprisingly, he catches it, and takes off, almost getting tackled before he reaches the end.

You take a few more minutes to yourself before beginning the trek back to The Hard Deck.

Penny is waiting inside in the AC, cleaning glasses and preparing for tonight. With all these aviators back at Top Gun, it’s bound to be another busy night.

“Hey lover,” she says, grinning. “I saw Hangman hunt you down.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. He is persistent, that’s for damn sure. “He did.”

“So… How’d that go?”

“I let him down easy.”

“Mm,” Penny nods, expecting that. “How’d he take it?”

“He’s fine,” you say, chuckling. “I’m not banning him from speaking to me. I just let him know it’s never gonna happen, so he doesn’t waste his time.”

“Huh.”

“What?” you huff.

“Nothing,” Penny shrugs, putting a glass away. “I just remember telling Maverick the same thing, and yet here he is.”

“Well, that’s you and Maverick,” you say, ready to be done with discussing this. She’s making it a much bigger thing that it needs to be -- or is. “Do you need help getting ready to open?”

Penny accepts the subject change and backs down. “There’s some extra glasses in the back, can you grab them? And check for any chips in them, please.”

“Sure thing,” you nod, ready for some mindless work.

Through the window you can see the football game is still going strong. Maverick has joined again, and narrowly misses being tackled by Phoenix.

Hangman looks your way and locks eyes with you, but you quickly look away.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Hey, hi. How would some of your more approachable yanderes(like v, or erin) react to the reader thinking that they're dating said yanderes and then the yanderes possibly being surprised or really flustered, at the realization

(I decided to add Spencer and K too because I haven't talked about them in a minute too)

Erin

Yeah, we're dating!.... Wait- we're dating? If you're approached by friends and the misunderstanding pops up Erin is quick to agree, but everything else shuts down afterwards. He'll mumble along to whatever you say, and freakout whenever you're alone. How long have you thought you've been dating? How long have you, the love of his life, been into him and he never noticed? He's got so many questions but the first one is can he kiss you and make everything you said real.

Spencer

Easily the most chill about it. Nods along and agrees to the claim, and doesn't even bring it up for a while. Part of it is him actually been a little bashful, plus tou've already been his since the day he saw you anyway. If you were do something that warrants teasing such as jokingly wonder why you're with him, he'll bring you in and say something along the lines of "You're the one that roped me in first. I was comfortable keeping the pretty head of yours safe from afar, but you let me in and now I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. "

You heard it, he heard it, everyone around you heard it and if not they will soon because V recorded it the second time you said it. You're already on your second anniversary in his mind and this is concrete evidence that you see things the same... in a way. Immediately throwing his arms around you and acting smug, but if you call him out he'll reply with a meek, "Yes dear." As the gravity of what you said hits him. You like him and think you're already dating.... He's never gonna let you or this moment go

She's so glad you said it first. A girl can get shy going into detail about her relationship with her soon to be spouse. Far more delusional than her brother and has pictures and dates to mark down when you supposedly began dating. Never brings up your mistake and simply smooches your cheek as she takes you to god knows where for whatever activity she has planned. To be honest it really is like you've been dating since forever

#I can't get over V being listed as approachable #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #female yandere

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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(1) New Message

A/N: I swear to all that is good I am working on requests, but Chat bots have been on my mind , I haven't been doing too hot, and I had a bad nightmare(it was inspo for this). Hence, this monstrosity. I'll try to get them all out this week if everything goes well. (also, this is my first time using a chat format, please give me feed back. I don't know what I'm doing. All spelling mistakes in the 'chat' were on purpose, though.) Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me. (This was not proof-read, I'm just trying to get something out. Sorry it sucks. Donnie might be a bit OOC, I'm sleep deprived)

Also if anyone is interested in being a beta reader for me, please reach out, it would be much appreciated. My messages are open if anyone wants to ask about it.

-Ollie

Yandere Rottmnt Donatello x Reader

Summary: While working on a project, Donnie receives a new message. Someone had contacted him, someone who didn't even know he was real.

Words: 3902

TW: Kidnapping(?), Donnie being a bit of a creep, talking to strangers online(also iffy)

I flipped my goggles over my eyes, leaning forward with the torch in my hand. My hand moved in a slow straight line, welding the two pieces of metal together. The satisfying hiss and pops of the metal melting together was always soothing, calming me down from the outside world. I could feel small sparks landing on my arm and hands, adding to the scars littered across my body. Once the two pieces were fixed together the way I wanted them, I set them on a nearby table to start cooling down. I pick up two identical pieces, ready to make a matching pair to the first piece I made, when I hear my phone buzz.

I set the metal and my torch down, flipping my goggles up so I could see more clearly. I pick up my phone, expecting April or Casey to have been the messengers. I open up the messaging app, leaning back in my chair. It was an unknown number, having only sent a small message of a greeting. I sigh, setting my phone back down and ignoring the message. I would run a background check on the number later to make sure it wasn’t some villain trying to gain access to my brothers and I. I move to pick my torch up again when my phone buzzes once more. It was another message, from the same number.

+1 555-555-5555: Hi!<;3 sent at 2:23 am

+1 555-555-5555: Donnie? Is it not working again? Sent at 2:25 am

I stare at the phone in my hand, my brain stuttering to a halt. How did they know my name? I shake out of it, pushing me and my chair over to my computer, plugging my phone in and starting to gain access to the phone the number belonged to. Did the Purple Dragons figure out my phone number? Did they use April to get it? Was everyone okay? I waited for my programs to run, tapping my fingers against my desk as I waited for it to go through. I was disappointed that they were taking so long since I had made sure to program them to be quick. They had never taken more than a few seconds. What was going on?

I hear another buzz coming from my phone, glancing at the next message they sent. I stare at the words on the screen in confusion. Against my better judgment, I pick up the phone and start to type out a reply. The scan was taking a weird amount of time anyway, might as well attempt to get some information verbally.

+1 555-555-5555: this is so annoying! Why won’t the bot work! Sent at 2:28 am

Bootyshaker9000: Who are you and how do you know my name? Sent at 2:28 am

Bootyshaker9000: Answer me. Sent at 2:29 am

+1 555-555-5555: OMG Finally! I was wondering if you broke again. I’m Y/n! Nice to meet u Sent at 2:29 am

I stare at their response in confusion, my brows furrowing. Who was this person? And what did they mean by me ‘breaking’ again? I waited for them to type another message, one that answered my second question. I started to get impatient when they didn’t say anything else. I looked up at my computer, my jaw tightening when I saw the scan hadn't been completed yet. I look back at my phone, giving them another minute before I typed another message.

Bootyshaker9000: You didn’t answer my question. How did you know my name? Sent at 2:31 am

+1 555-555-5555: Your one of the main characters of a show i like. It’s called Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles. So I found this chat bot app and decided to message you. Sent at 2:31 am

I curse under my breath. They know I’m a mutant and they seem to be mocking me. Main character of a show? Puh-lease. That’s preposterous. I may be a genius, but even I know I could never show my face. Plus, I wasn’t an actor. It would be a bit hard to be the main character if I never showed up to rehearsal. I keep drumming my fingers on my desk, trying to think of a good response that would call them out on their bull. This had to be the Purple Dragons. There was no other explanation. I pull up the trackers I put on everyone, checking everyone's location. It all seemed normal, as did their vitals. And no panic buttons had been pressed, so hopefully everyone was okay.

Bootyshaker9000: *you’re Sent at 2:33 am

Bootyshaker9000: If you’re going to lie, at least know how to use proper grammar first. Sent at 11:33 am

+1 555-555-5555: wow okay, gotta do me like that huh💀 Sent at 2:34 am

+1 555-555-5555: and tf you mean by lying? You’re just an ai based on a popular character from a show. I hope u have an existential crisis. Sent at 2:34 am

I looked at the next message they sent. They were almost as bad as Leo, but at least they knew how to use commas. They still seemed to be trying to lie about how they were talking to me, how they were able to bypass all my security measures. Did they seriously think I was so stupid as to fall for this? Offended scoff, they’d have to try harder than that to trick the great Othello Von Ryan.

Bootyshaker9000: I know it’s you Kendra. Stop contacting me or I’ll tell your parole officer you're violating again. Sent at 2:34 am

+1 555-555-5555: Oh this is so cool! I’ve never found a bot that could accurately talk about minor characters! Score! Sent at 2:35 am

Bootyshaker9000: Props for the commitment, but you lose points for the poor execution. Where’s your dramatic flair? Your tragic backstory? Sent at 2:36 am

I hope they got the mocking tone I tried to relay through my messages, but I doubted it. My tone barely even showed up when I was talking to people in person, why would it work through digital text? I tap my desk in anticipation. This was an incredibly stupid game Kendra was attempting, but it gave me something to do. I checked the progress on the scan of the phone number. It barely progressed. I bit the inside of my cheek, incredibly frustrated with this development. Why wasn’t it working? I click on the progress bar, looking at the estimated time. I gawked at the number it showed. 336 hours? How was that even possible? It had never taken more than a day at most before. I tap my desk, upset at the development. Why wasn’t my tech working? It always worked. What was so special about this number?

I heard the buzz of a new message come in. Once. Twice. A third time. I didn’t want to look anymore, I didn't want to talk to them. They shouldn’t be able to contact me. This shouldn't be happening. Why wasn’t it working? Why was it taking so long? I groan in defeat, pulling up a normal, less thorough, background runner off the internet. It wouldn’t give as much information as I wanted, but it would give me a start. I could always find the rest on my own. I type in the number, waiting slowly for it to gather the needed information. Instead of the usual address, full name, and criminal record popping up, I got an error message. According to the background check, this number was not in use. I scowl at the computer, annoyed at its inadequate response. I pull up another website, then another. I went through every one I could find. They all had the same error message. The number didn’t exist on any database quickly available to me.

My phone buzzes again, the non-existent existing number texting me once more. I gingerly pick up my phone, looking at the messages. I hated this. I needed to know who this was. What if they were dangerous? What if they were using me to get information? I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I needed to get the information first. I couldn’t let my family down.

+1 555-555-5555: I knew a popular headcanon was that you were a theatre nerd, but wow. Pop off ig. Sent at 2:36 am

+1 555-555-5555: What’s your favorite musical? Sent at 2:37 am

+1 555-555-5555: Don’t tell me I broke you already Sent at 2:37 am

+1 555-555-5555: Dangit, this is so stupid Sent at 2:38 am

Bootyshaker9000: How. How do you not exist? I can’t find you on any background checkers. Sent at 2:38 am

+1 555-555-5555: I already told you, you dingleberry. You dont exist in the same world as me. Your not real. You cant find me cuz we not in smae universe Sent at 2:38 am

+1 555-555-5555: and here I was thinking you were smart Sent at 2:39 am

I glare at my screen. They were the one who contacted ME, and now they’re insulting me? What was going on? And why were they insisting on us not being in the same universe- Realization hits me as I scramble to my hypothesis board. I had figured out a way to merge realties through my mystic tech. I knew alternate universes were real, I had even accidentally met one of my counterparts, not that my brothers knew. Could, could this person be telling the truth? I look back at the buzzing phone on my desk. I had used my mystic powers to upgrade my tech, wanting to be able to contact the alternate me without having to open up a portal every time.

Could they be able to contact me because of it? Did my programming glitch and let them through? I start to laugh, my shoulders shaking up and down as I walk back to my phone and sit down again. They thought I was a bot. Maybe this could be fun. It would be nice to figure out more about this ‘show’ my brothers and I starred in. I looked at the scanning process on my computer. I was glad I had figured it out. It wasn’t taking so long because of faulty programming, I was too intelligent and talented in my craft to make mistakes. It was taking so long because it was searching the entire multiverse to find them. And all I had to do was wait. I tap my desk again, hearing my phone buzz once more. They really were talkative. Of course they were. They were talking to me. Even though they thought I was a mere bot.

I pick back up the phone, an idea popping into my brain. I planned on waiting this out, communicating with them until my program found them. I would get as much information as possible, and then I would cut off their ability to contact me. I didn’t want anyone to be able to accidentally contact me again. They would be a test, at least until I didn’t need any more information out of them. It would be unfortunate though. They thought I was a bot, which would mean I needed to answer them as fast as I could. I turned to my computer as I started to write a new program for SHELLDON, picking up my phone as I did so. I would have him answer for me when I couldn’t get to it.

+1 555-555-5555: sorry Sent at 2:40 am

+1 555-555-5555: please come back, I didn’t mean it Sent at 2:41 am

+1 555-555-5555: Donnie? Sent at 2:42 am

Bootyshaker9000: Prove to me you are from another universe. Sent at 2:43 am

+1 555-555-5555: oh thank goodness your back Sent at 2:43 am

+1 555-555-5555: Uhhhh, I know you made your brothers as smart as you, but gave up the dragon tooth thingy to change them back Sent at 2:44 am

+1 555-555-5555: and that you won the 5th(?) lair games, but hate the room you won because the ventilation system is hooked up with splinters, so you can hear his snoring. Sent at 2:45 am

I stared at my phone. Guess they were telling the truth, even April didn’t know about the last one. And my brothers didn’t remember it either, as far as I was aware. I take a deep breath, mulling over my options. I really wanted to know more about their world. They knew something about me only I knew, and they were able to name other instances only my close friends and family knew about. They were either psychic, or truthful. Either way, this would be fun.

I shift in my seat, typing my response back. We continued to chat back and forth as I wrote the code SHELLDON needed to respond as closely resembling me as possible. I could just tell him to, but he isn’t the best at replicating my vocabulary and poise without assistance. They eventually said goodbye and the messages stopped. I had gotten into a rhythm with them, figuring out the personality they were presenting to me. I was grateful I didn’t have to put on a front, that I could talk to them as me. I would’ve cracked if I had to impersonate Leo, or one of my other brothers. I finish SHELLDON’s new code and I send it to his charging port, updating him as he sleeps. I stretch my arms, yawning. I had a lot of work to finish, and this ‘Y/n’ threw me off my rhythm. I scoot my chair back over to my welding station, continuing what I had been doing before the first messaged me. It was going to be a long night.

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I slowly ate the cereal I had made for myself this morning, watching the conversation between us and waiting for a new message to pop up. It had been a week since the first message, and I couldn’t wait until the program gave me the needed information on them. I had slowly lost the objective of finding everything about their world, and had morphed it into finding out everything about them. I had yet to tell my brothers of this development, however. In fact, I had yet to tell them anything at all. They could learn all about it when I bring Y/n over to our world. I noticed how they’d always mention how they could live here, so I decided I would surprise them once I could find out their world's location. I couldn’t wait for the day to come. I had already made sure the portal was working, having used my mystic powers to help create it. If it could bring me to alternate dimensions, it could bring me to theirs.

I ignored Leo’s suspicious gaze, continuing to eat my cereal. Leo was starting to suspect something, no matter how much I shut him down. I hoped he would stop soon. It was getting really annoying. I smile as I feel my phone buzz, looking down at what they sent me. They sent me another photo, showing what they planned on wearing. Once they realized I could actually comprehend the photos(they still insisted I was a bot, despite my constant denial), they had started asking my opinion on outfits they were wearing. I looked at the photo, saving it to the collection I had from them. They sent a lot, for some reason. I wasn’t complaining of course, but once they were here, I would be giving them a strict lecture on online safety. You never know what weirdo’s you could be talking to.

Menace: (1) image attached Sent at 9:35 am

Menace: How’s this outfit look? Sent at 9:35 am

Bootyshaker9000: Swap the top with the white collared one I see in your closet, then put the blue sweater vest you have over it. Your hair, shoes, and pants are fine. Sent at 9:37 am

Menace: Thanks Donnie Bot! I can’t believe image recognition software is this good. I can barely see the shirt in the the photo 💀Sent at 9:38 am

Bootyshaker9000: Not a bot, and the reason you can’t see it is because you weren’t looking. Sent at 9:38 am

Menace: Yeah yeah, you’re sentient and I am talking to the real Donnie, blah blah blah. What’s your plan for today? Sent at 9:39 am

I chuckle at their sarcasm, shifting so I could eat with one hand and type with my other. I answered their questions and we had a nice conversation going. I could feel a smile creep up on my face, happy they kept talking to me. Oh they were going to be so happy when I brought them to live here with my brothers and I. Sure, I’d need to fix some things, make sure their room was safe and everything, but it would be great! It’d just be us. Except for my brothers. And dad. And April. Maybe I didn’t have to tell them. Y/n could just stay in my lab with me. Yeah, that sounds great. I let out a small laugh at a joke they made, a small blush on my cheeks. I didn’t notice the way Leo was studying me until he spoke up.

“What’s got you acting like a schoolboy? Finally find a good Atomic Lass fanfic?” Leo’s smug voice sounds out as I meet his eyes, a teasing smile on his face. I straighten up, sending Y/n a quick message that should hold them off for the time being, and I put my phone in my battle shell.

“For your information ‘Nardo, I was talking to some fellow intellects who needed help with coding.” I say simply, picking up my finished bowl of cereal and bringing it to the sink to wash it. I slip on some rubber gloves, using the scrunchies to hold down the upper edges. I wash my bowl and spoon, trying to not look at Leo.

Leo leaned back in his chair, taking a long, obnoxious sip of his mug before speaking again. “Right, because algorithms and code makes you light up like a sunny day.”

I roll my eyes at him, setting the bowl and spoon on the drying rack. “Or, I was just flattered because someone was finally appreciating my help, unlike someone I know.”

Leo glares at me and finally lets his chair fall back to the ground, his feet joining them soon after. “Donnie, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you have to talk to us. This has been going on for a week now!. I don’t know who you’re talking to, and frankly I don’t care, but you’ve got to stop shutting us out for this mystery person! Have your love life, but don’t abandon us while you go about it.” Leo’s tone changes from frustration to pleading as he talks. His eyes gaze at me with that stupid soft look he does when he wants me to do what he wants. I slightly feel bad. It was true that I had been shutting them out, but I didn’t know when Y/n would stop messaging me! I didn’t want them to leave! If I missed a message, they would reset whatever app they were using, and I would lose them! I couldn’t let that happen! The program I was using worked, but I didn’t like it talking instead of me. I wanted to talk to them, and they wanted to talk to me. Who was I to deny that?

“I…I’ll hang out with you all more, as long as you get off my back.” I say simply. I wanted Leo to leave this alone, to leave us alone. I already had everything set up for when I could bring them here. I built a new room in my lab, soundproof and tightly locking doors. I would let them leave of course, but they would have to stay in the lair. I couldn’t risk them thinking some other aspect of our world was better than this, better than me. Maybe they shouldn’t meet my brothers after all. I could always just confine them to the lab. Keeping my brothers out would be simple enough. They already didn’t go in much without my permission, unless they really needed something.

I watch as Leo simply nods at my words, seemingly satisfied with my response. I was glad, this conversation was beginning to become awkward. I walk out of the kitchen, heading to my lab. I had yet to feel any buzzing coming from my phone, so they must have left for school already. They tended to not text me when they were with friends or listening to a lecture unless they needed advice or help. I was fine with this. It gave me time to work on my machines. The turtle tank needed a new axle after Mikey ran over someone's car. I put on my EDM playlist, zoning out as I work. I smile to myself. Everything was going to be perfect in just a few days. I would make sure of it.

—

I tap my hands on my desk, intently watching the progress bar move up. 99.1% 99.3%. I felt a wide grin spread across my face. After talking to them over the past 2 weeks, I had concluded this was the right decision. They were completely hopeless! They were clumsy, they were a bit daft when it came to interaction(not that I could blame them of course, I was the same way), and they could barely remember to eat and drink! I had to slip reminders into our conversations! No, this was for the best. They would love it here, staying by my side for the rest of our lives. I awaited the moment the bar hit 100%. I had hooked up the portal generator to my computer, running a code that would make a portal instantly open at their location as soon as it was given. Their room was already set up, and I had snacks and a Jupiter Jim movie ready to go since they had mentioned they didn’t exist in their world. Everything was set up, just for them. All I had to do was wait.

I watch in awe and satisfaction as my room is painted in a bright purple light, the portal humming to life. I grab my bo staff, making my way to the gateway between our worlds. I couldn’t wait to bring them home. I step through, having SHELLDON monitor the gateway to make sure I wouldn’t get stuck in their world or the portal collapse as we were halfway through. I enter their room, the purple glow from the portal giving off a soft hue over their belongings. They sit up in their bed, looking at me. They were looking at me. It worked. I could see their mouth move, their body sitting up as they scooted away from me. I walked calmly toward them, my hand outstretched for them to grab.

“I told you I was real.” I say, grasping their hand gently in mine. Time to bring them home.

03.12.23

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ballblender · 11 months

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Could you write for KNB where gn reader has tattoos that are usually covered up with their school uniform and during the summer vacation training at the beach everyone gets to see them?

Not sure which school you wanted me to write for, so i just made a scenario with Seirin + GOM/Vorpal Swords :>

Beach Training Camp!

Kuroko No Basuke with Tattooed!Reader

Kinda long, I like writing about KNB characters a lot, they're too silly.

It’s not like the guys hadn’t noticed the way you’d slyly pull down your already-long sleeves in front of them during practice. It got to the point where the team thought you were ashamed of your body, which led to a little intervention where they sat you down and started listing things that they liked about your personality, much to your confusion. They got really into it too: tearing up by the end. It was only until Kuroko muttered "You don't have to feel insecure around us, ok?" that you realised what they were trying to do.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because that's not the reason I wear long sleeves!" you laugh out, clutching your stomach. "I thought you guys were trying to kick me out nicely!"

"...So what is the reason?" Koganei asks, Mitobe nodding along.

You chuckle a little more, still amused thinking about how long they must've been thinking this way.

"...Don't snitch."

The moment you pull up your sleeve, their eyes widen in disbelief...

...and not long after, the questions come flooding in.

"Is that a lizard?"

"Idiot, it's a dragon."

"Does this mean you're in a gang?"

"I thought the age to get a tatoo in Japan was 20."

"How did you get that?"

"Is it real?"

You chuckle once more, used to this kind of reaction.

"I lived in America, and the state laws were pretty soft on tattoos as long as you have writte consent from an adult. Got my first one a year ago, and now we're here."

Some turned to Kagami for some kind of confirmation on those laws, but he just shrugged, equally as shocked as they were.

Anyway, the events of the big tattoo reveal were 4 months ago, and it's still funny to look back on, even in the backseat of Kagetora's car, as you talk with Riko.

"But really, I never thought you'd have an arm covered in ink."

You laugh again, before putting on a cheeky grin.

"If you thought that was unbelievable, you have more to look forward to." you snicker, reading her confused reaction. She scans your outfit for stray areas of revealed skin, but to no avail.

"The hell are you planning..."

As you turn up at the beach, helping to unload the basketball hoops from Kagetora's boot, you see some familiar faces waving in the distance.

"Y/N-chii! Over here!" yells Kise, soon met with Aomine's palm to the back of his head.

"Moron, we're in public, you know." utters Midorima, pushing up his glasses.

Akashi and Murasakibara sit at a bench; one studying the antics and dynamics of the other three, the other chomping on a box of ice pops.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting to see all of you guys here." you say, impaling the pole of the hoop into the sand.

"Kuroko invited us, I assume we can stay?" Akashi replies.

You nod, smiling. "Of course! We're just waiting on the him and the others now."

Riko grunts, "Seriously, how can you invite people and then be the person who's late!" she exclaims, kicking the sand in an animalistic manner, earning a few confused glances from the others.

You laugh a little, before turning away, bag in hand.

"I'm just going to change into my beachwear, I'll be back soon."

"MAKE IT QUICK!" Riko yells, as you nod.

During your outfit change, the Seirin team turns up, jumping off the bus.

Immediately, Kuroko is met by a slap to the back of the head.

"Kuroko! If you wanna invite guests, tell your coach first!"

Kuroko mutters a little apology, timidly side-stepping away from her.

Eventually, a match begins. The Generation of Miracles on one, the Seirin team on the other.

Aomine gets a steal early on, before realising he can't dribble.

"Aomine-chii! Pass to me, don't just stand there, what are you looking at?" yells Kise, before his eyes land on you, jogging over with a more comfortable outfit for the heat.

"Hey, have you guys already started playing?"

Everybody just stares.

"...Hello?"

Riko is the first to say something.

"Lord."

There you stand, both arms littered with tattoos, along with ink traced along you collarbone and across your back. And don't forget the thighs.

"...What?" You ask, confused by the sudden attention.

Kuroko's eyes are just a little wider than usual, as he says, "I thought you only had one tattoo." You shrug, "Well, I didn't say I only had one tattoo."

Akashi squints his eyes at you from a distance, scrutinising you with his gaze.

"They look nice."

Aomine makes a point to act unbothered, but inside, he's freaking out. "oh my god they're a gang member i'm literally gonna get my ass beat holy shit i'm not ready i haven't even won an oscar before oh jesus i can't die like this i'm too young"

Kise on the other hand is very loud, commenting on all sorts of things, “Did you get those done here? In America? I have a fellow model with a similar design to that!”

Murasakibara just stares like a confused child, just glad that you’re here so that he doesn’t have to move around as much.

Midorima is also a member of team act unbothered, but backs up a bit. Not that he thinks that there's anything explicably wrong with having tattoos, but more so that Oha Asa predicted that "Cancers, watch out! You may encounter something or somebody dangerous today!". In hindsight, it was a ridiculous action to take; you'd always been so kind and welcoming to him and his team in previous matches and practice games, but we wasn't going to take the chance.

Kiyoshi is the first, and only person to laugh; he also laughed when you showed the team your first tattoo, he just finds these kinds of situations amusing.

Hyuuga and Kagami take the scolding route, half-heartedly berating you as you look at them kind of confused, they don't really mean anything, they just don't know how to respond to this kind of thing.

Izuki finds a way to crack a joke about the whole affair, much to the surprise of absolutely nobody.

Mitobe and Koganei compare notes scrawled on a little pad.

"Ha! I predicted it! 7 tattoos!" Koganei exclaims, as Mitobe sighs softly and hands him a ¥1000 note.

You giggle and clap your hands together.

"Let's continue the match!"

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Thanks for the ask!! Can you tell who my favourite characters are from the amount written for each LOL

Also omg an opportunity to write about Riko I will take any chance i get i love her personality so much

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #midorima shintarou #kise ryōta #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijuro #kagami taiga #kiyoshi teppei #hyuuga junpei #izuki shun #mitobe rinnosuke #koganei shinji #riko aida

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frracturedjaw · 1 year

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I NEED TO READ MORE BILLY LENZ FROM YOU I AM ON MY KNEES

I really don't care if it's smut or fluff I just love him !!!!!

warning(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts - reader is gender neutral, no described anatomy aside from Billy’s.

a/n: no plot because that’s not what you’re here for anyways 🥴 the ending kind of sucks but it’s been sitting in drafts for so long it’s not getting better than this. also thank u for the kind ask

🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.

your hand raises up, away from his body again. he keeps arching up off the bed, chasing your grip. you can see him watching the string of saliva between your fingertips and his cock. greedy billy.

“f-f-f, please!” he stammers with a huff, dropping back down against the mattress. he buries his face in his arms and grips his hair, cock pulsing against his belly. he looks pitiful. he looks beautiful.

“not until you start following the rules.” you reply flatly, pretending to inspect your fingernails. he writhes incessantly beside you.

“mmhgh…” it’s as close to a growl as he’ll get in this state. you indulge him by stroking his thigh, warm hand gliding over shifting muscle and dark hair.

“i know,” you condescend. he’s peeking up at you past his eyelashes, caught somewhere between petulance and discomfort. “let’s try again.”

he stills almost immediately, arms dropping down beside his head. the noise he makes when you touch him is downright obscene. but, to his credit, his hips don’t move. even when you tighten the circle of your fingers around the base of his cock and lean forward to lave your tongue over the tip, he’s stone-still. if you peek up at him, you can see the strain in his jaw. your hot breath fans across his skin and he swallows visibly.

“p-f… f…” a request tangles in his mouth. you sit back up to meet his pleading eyes with a languid smile.

“what is it, billy?” you feel him throb in your hand as you say his name.

“fas-faster, pleas-se… sss…” he wheezes out. you can see the fluttering beat of his heart in his chest.

“only if you can behave,” you warn, swiping up and down with your thumb. “do you think you can do that?”

his hair falls across his face as he vigorously nods, and he makes no move to correct it. you find yourself enjoying how disheveled he looks.

“if you say so, baby.”

billy moans long and loud when your lips press down over the head of his cock. his hands curl against the bedsheets, searching blindly for something to grip. desperately trying to keep himself from grabbing handfuls of your hair and pushing your throat down around his cock, all warm and wet and tight and perfect. just the thought makes him harder, if it’s even possible. it feels like all the blood in his body has gone to his dick, leaving his brain to short-circuit.

“y-yess, yes-s… fffUck…! you’resof-fucking-g-good, p-pleas-se don’tdon’tdon’t st-top…” he can’t help but kick, curl his leg, point his toes. his hands cover his face on instinct. he’s so restless that his skin may as well be leaping off his body.

billy’s reaction only fuels your confidence. you work with excruciating patience. hands braced on his body, you sink your mouth down the length of his cock, using your tongue to follow along his broad veins. you let saliva drip past your lower lip and slide down his skin. you suck hard as you pull back up, already tasting his precum. feeling him twitch against your tongue makes your insides coil deliciously. you slip the tip of your tongue across the slit of his dick, making him writhe and squeal. you satiate him with a few quick bobs of your head.

“n-n, yes-s… yesyesyes, ple-please, more, i wannaget-t sso…!” he mewls, wiping drool from his own mouth. you release his dick with a lewd pop, grinning up at his flushed face.

“what was that?”

“n-nhh… nothing-ing.” he pants, still keeping an iron grip on the bedsheets. your raised eyebrow is enough incentive for him to continue. “m-w… wannagetinside y-ou… p-please…”

“oh, really?” you smirk. “i’m not convinced you really want it that badly.”

“pr… r…” he’s interrupted as you take his cock in your fist while he speaks. “prettYPLEASE…! pl-lease! prettyprettyplease? b-billy’s been s’good-d for you…”

“hmm,” you tilt your head in thought. “i suppose. alright, then.”

you lean away from him for a moment to grab the lube, and you can feel his shameless stare as you squeeze a liberal amount onto your palm. most of it is for him. he shudders when you smear the cool fluid over his cock, eliciting another lovely moan. you can feel him practically vibrating in excitement. you settle on one knee over him, spreading the remainder of the lube onto your hole. he’s panting, and you can see his tongue swipe across his teeth as you work two fingers into yourself. his cock twitches incessantly against his stomach. an impatient groan slips out of him. “if you’re going to act like that, i can get up and find something in the toy drawer.”

“n-no-! pleaseplease, m’sorry, billy’s s-sorry, so so s—“ you don’t give him the opportunity to finish.

“i don’t care that you’re sorry. open your mouth.” he does so almost instantly, and you push his briefs between his teeth. his eyes narrow with a muffled giggle. you tease yourself with the tip of his dick, making him breathe heavily through his nose. you can tell he’s on the edge of breaking. you’ve been teasing him for almost an hour and he’s been remarkably well-behaved, given how strict you’ve kept the rules. he’s more than earned his reward.

the noise that comes from billy is guttural. you half expect him to cum right then and there as you take the first inch or so. for all the grief you give him for misbehaving, you’ve never had a dick as good as his. you feel him pulsing as you slide down to meet his hips. he’s warm and his skin is soft and you decide that once, just once, you’d like to let him take everything he wants.

you lean down to lay against his chest, yanking the underwear from his mouth and tossing it aside. your face fits perfectly against his neck as you bring your lips close to his ear.

“go on, billy. fuck me.”

he doesn’t hesitate, locking his arms around your waist. you press yourself against him as he grinds into you as deep as he can go. you can feel him searching for that spot, the one that makes you squeal without thinking. you keen when he finds it, your legs twining around his.

billy’s pace is brutal. he’s always insistent that you cum before him, but with how close you’ve gotten him tonight, he won’t wait long.

his cock slides in and out of you deliciously, thick enough to make you gasp when he bottoms out inside you. he fucks fast and hard, a steady stream of filth spilling from his lips as he does. you reach down to touch yourself, and feel his smile against your skin.

“m-my sweetlittlepiggy can’t-t even cont-control-l… n-need billy’s cock sososo fuckin’ ba-ad… n-eedy little slut, y-you are… m… my… billy’s f-fuckk toy…!”

your only response is a breathy ‘mhm’ as he rails into you, hitting that spot again and again. your skin lights up when he bites your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin. he thrusts harder. your hand moves faster. the coil tightens, then bursts.

he spills inside you as your hole squeezes down on him and you cum with a shared sigh. he releases from your neck, still rocking his hips into you. you know he’d stay like this for hours if you let him, his cum slowly oozing out in thick dribbles and sliding down your legs. messy billy.

#slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slashers x reader #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #not for kids #mdni

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 5

The Miller family grows. The final part of the Lavender No Outbreak AU, continued from Ch. 1-4 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :), Some slurs (anti-LGBTQIA+ - they are immediately rebuked). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 4.3k

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

“Hey Doc?” Jess slid up beside you at the nurses station where you were reviewing charts. “That one kid from Boston is here for the trial? She’s that special case?”

“Oh right,” you said. “God, thank you for reminding me. Swear I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached this week, I’m just all over the map.”

You’d been scrambling for weeks to get everything in place for the first clinical trial the hospital was facilitating since the COVID-19 pandemic. You hadn’t fully realized just how much the pandemic had taken out of you before that, just how much had changed.

It was like you’d been in total crisis mode for a year, all the time. It had damn near fried your brain. You basically lived at the hospital. When you were home, you slept in the garage, where Joel had set up a cot and TV and a loveseat, too afraid of getting him or Evie sick to go in the house. You smiled at your husband and daughter through glass, wanting more than anything to just touch them. The second everyone was vaccinated, Joel held you for hours, clinging to you like a man at sea clings to a life raft.

It was so hard, now, to do anything normal. Your mind kept scattering, trying to find the crisis that needed solving first before it could do anything like planning or building things out. Arranging the trial had been an uphill slog.

“What’s this kid’s name again?” You asked.

“Ellie,” she replied. “She’s a character, I think you’ll like her.”

Jess knocked once on the door to the hospital room and opened it. Inside was a small girl, maybe 12, playing a video game on the TV. Something where she was shooting zombies. You smiled a little. She paused it.

“Hi Ellie,” Jess smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Miller, she’s going to be running your trial and the lead doctor on your case.”

“Hi Ellie,” you smiled. She looked you up and down.

“Hi,” she said. “So you’re the one who’s going to go poking around with my blood and junk?”

“Yup,” you popped the p. “We’re going to run some tests, steal as much blood of yours as we can to feed the vampires in the basement, and then hopefully get you so that you’re not coming in and dealing with people like me quite so much. Sound good?”

She considered you seriously.

“You really think you can make a difference?” She asked. “Because going to the hospital all the time is kind of bullshit.”

You laughed a little.

“Yeah, that must get old real quick,” you said. “And it’s probably not fun having to give up your blood and stuff all the time, huh?”

“Yeah, that part really sucks,” she slumped back in her pillows.

You frowned, getting the sense that she wanted to say something else.

“Want to tell me all the stuff that sucks about it?” You asked, coming and sitting on the edge of her bed. “I might be able to help.”

“Can you help find me parents who will deal with taking me to the hospital all the time if this doesn’t work?” She asked. “Because I’m pretty sure having a broken kid is a deal breaker when the people who want to adopt someone start shopping around.”

Your heart broke a little in that moment. Her face was hard, her small chin jutting out defiantly, but she was hurting. You knew she was.

“Well if they wouldn’t take care of you when you’re not feeling well, they’re not the kinds of parents you’d want anyway,” you said.

“How would you know?” She muttered.

“I don’t have parents either,” you shrugged. She looked at you, skeptical. “And not just because I’m old. I never had parents, my dad left before I was born and my mom left two months after she had me. It sucks, I get it.

“But trust me, there are a lot of parents I see in here who are good and a lot who aren’t. And the not good ones? It’s better to have no parents than them,” you said. “So really, you just have built in protection. Immunity from the extra crappy parents.”

She laughed once.

“Maybe I should keep the screwed up blood then,” she said.

“Nah, think we’ll fix that,” you said. “Make sure you’re all set and ready to take it easy once you’re a grown up. Just give all the potential parents a really tough questionnaire. See if you can trip them up. You seem smart, I think you can weed them out with enough practice. OK?”

“OK,” she half smiled at you.

The rest of the day went by and your mind kept drifting back to Ellie. You grabbed Jess on her way down to the cafeteria.

“Hey,” you said quickly. “Ellie, where is she staying while she’s here for the trial?”

“One of the group homes,” she said. “It’s not ideal but it’s the only arrangement we could come up with and the trial would be really good for her…”

You nodded slowly and thanked her before ducking outside and calling Joel.

“Hey Baby,” he answered. You were almost surprised. His contracting business had picked up quite a bit in recent years and he spent most of his days running from job site to job site to manage progress. He couldn’t always answer the phone on the job.

“I know you’re busy so I’ll make it quick,” you said. “How would you feel about becoming foster parents?”

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

You got your third daughter for your 43rd birthday.

Jess had helped speed you and Joel through the process to get approved to take her home, Sarah almost strangely OK with you dismantling her old room to make it something Ellie would like, excited about getting her new sister.

You’d given Ellie your tablet one day during lunch, letting her go on Amazon and pick out bedding and decorations for her room. You’d had to transfer care for her to another doctor - though she still got to stick with the trial - but it was worth it.

She and Joel became such fast friends it almost made your head spin. You introduced the two one day when he came by to meet you for lunch. Ellie was playing her zombie game and he asked if he could join in.

“Don’t want you dragging my stats down,” she said.

“Think I can keep up,” he replied. She looked skeptical but handed him the second controller, anyway. Joel, you were happy to say, did surprisingly well. He even tallied more kills than Ellie did.

“No way,” she said. “We’re trading controllers, mine doesn’t work right.”

“Tellin’ ya,” he said. “Nothin’ to do with the controller and everything to do with how you handle the scenario…”

He traded controllers anyway. He bested her a second time, shrugging with a slight smile.

“You dick!” She laughed. He laughed back.

When you left the room he put his hands in his back pockets and sighed.

“Can’t let her go to a group home,” he said. “Just throw her in the car and bring ‘er home, fuck the rules.”

You kissed him, not sure you’d ever loved him more.

“Oh cool, you didn’t say you had a pool!” She ran to the sliding glass door, pressing her nose against it before looking back at you. “Can you teach me to swim?”

“Sure,” you smiled. “Might be a little cold to now but…”

“Think I can handle it,” she replied.

You showed her around the house, introduced her to Evie, left her to settle into her room and sat next to Joel on the couch.

“Happy birthday, Baby,” he kissed your temple. “Been a good one?”

“Oh cool!” Ellie stuck her head into the hall. “There’s a freaking telescope in here?”

She ran back into her room.

You smiled.

“Pretty damn good.”

***

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Joel wasn’t exactly thrilled to get a call from Ellie’s school when they’d barely been back a week.

“Mr. Miller,” the woman on the phone said. “I’m afraid we couldn’t reach your wife but Ellie has been fighting at school…”

“On my way,” he replied, yelling instructions to Tommy as he jogged to his truck.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do here. Sarah and Evie had hardly been scrappy girls. Sure, they had some behavioral issues here and there - Evie got into the bad habit of sneaking out of the house her senior year of high school, something that worried both you and Joel to no end.

But neither of them had ever thrown a punch.

At least, as far as he knew.

Ellie, strangely, was more like him than either of his biological daughters. He saw it when she played her video games, the way she got worked up and invested in them. He saw it when she noticed some kind of injustice and stomped off to try to handle it herself, resorting almost immediately to physical solutions instead of trying to talk it out. Joel understood her better than you did.

But even though Ellie was on the scrappy side, he doubted she’d have started hitting someone unless she had a damn good reason. He just needed to figure out what it was.

You pulled into the parking lot behind him, parking alongside his truck.

“Hey Baby,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss. “They said they couldn’t reach you.”

“Yeah, I was closing when they called,” you replied. “I got the message only a few minutes later and just got changed and ran over… There has to be a reason, right? I mean, Ellie is Ellie but she wouldn’t hit someone without a damn good reason.”

He smiled a little at you.

“Told you lately that I fuckin’ love you?” He asked. “Because I fuckin’ love you.”

You led the way into the building, beelining for the administration offices. Joel recognized the look in your eyes. It was the look you got when something had pissed you off and you were going to fix it, come hell or high water.

It was a look that had made you advance at the hospital, knowing exactly when to use your tenacity to go after something you thought needed to change, knowing exactly how to go about it to make it happen. Whether it was making nice with the right people or going scorched earth, you always seemed to find the right way to navigate it.

Joel almost felt sorry for the staff as you walked into the office. He knew your scorched earth look when he saw it.

“Hi,” you said. “We’re the Millers, Ellie Williams’ parents. We were told she was here?”

“Of course,” the woman led the two of you back to a counselor’s office.

Ellie was sitting in the corner, arms crossed, her eye black. She looked pissed, like she was on the verge of tears.

“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel went and dropped to his knee in front of her, taking his face in his hand. “Who hit you?”

“Stupid girl,” she muttered.

“Mr. and Mrs. Miller,” the counselor smiled tightly. “I’m afraid we have a problem here.”

“Yes,” you said, not taking the woman’s outstretched hand. “I’m afraid we do. Is there a reason my daughter clearly hasn’t been to the nurse’s office? She doesn’t have an ice pack for her eye, who knows what other injuries she might have…”

“Well, the girl Ellie hit is in the nurse’s office now,” the woman responded, defensive. “We can send Ellie down after…”

“No need,” you replied. “She’ll be coming home with us until we can establish whether or not your school can provide competent care for our child.”

“Well, your child hit another student,” she said. “In front of several teachers. She threw the first punch. The first several, actually…”

“She started it!” Ellie yelled. You gave her a look and she sat back in her chair, muttering. “Well, she did….”

“Did you talk to this other girl?” You asked the counselor, eyebrows raised. “Or did you just blame my child because she’s newer to the district and in foster care?”

“I can assure you, Ellie’s status had nothing to do…”

“Ellie,” you turned to her. “Why did you hit the other girl?”

She looked at you for a second before looking to Joel, her eyes pleading.

“Come on, Baby Girl,” he said. “You have to tell us what happened or we can’t help you.”

“It… it involves bad words,” she glanced at the counselor.

“You can say them,” Joel said, looking at the counselor too, all but daring her to try to tell him otherwise.

Ellie sighed.

“She called my friend Riley a dyke,” she looked to the floor. “Said she was going to burn in hell…”

“And that’s when you hit her?” You asked, voice calm.

“No,” Ellie looked up. “Then she said that she wanted to kill all the dykes to send them to hell faster. Then I hit her.”

Joel felt his blood get hot. Didn’t matter that it was toward another teenager, Joel wanted someone to hurt. He glanced to you, your jaw squared, and you looked back toward the counselor.

“So you just let children in your school use genocidal language toward other students?” You asked.

“Mrs. Miller…”

“It’s Dr. Miller, actually,” you cut her off. “Since you apparently didn’t bother to look in Ellie’s file and see what her foster mother does for a living, I’ll fill you in. I’m the chief of pediatric surgery for the largest hospital system in Austin which means I know every single social worker in the county. I’ve treated the children of some of the most powerful people in the state because they seek me out. I am more than willing to call in every single favor that I have - which I promise is a lot - and leverage every single cent I own to personally destroy you and everyone in this district who allows such behavior to run unchecked. I will orchestrate a PR nightmare so thorough you won’t recover for years. You will have to beg Ronald McDonald for a job slinging fries by the time I’m done with you, do you understand me?”

The woman glanced at Joel who just shrugged. He wasn’t about to help her. She was lucky she was dealing with you, you were just threatening her livelihood. He was tempted to threaten her life.

“If you want to keep your job,” you said. “You’re going to investigate this incident as thoroughly as possible. You are going to remove that other girl from this school before she hurts anyone else. You are going to institute new training procedures so your faculty and staff know how to handle incidents with LGBTQ students because, apparently, that needs some improvement around here. Think you can handle that?”

“I’ll discuss it with the principal,” her eyes were a little wide. Joel smirked.

“Good,” you replied. “I’ll be in touch to follow up. In the mean time, I’m going to take Ellie home as an excused absence to make sure she receives appropriate medical attention for injuries she received while under your care. I’ll also be reaching out to my attorney to make sure any and all liability in this case is appropriately considered.”

You stood up and Ellie stood up with you. You put your arm around her.

“Come on,” you said. “We’re going home.”

Ellie pressed herself against your side and gave you a quick hug before she climbed in Joel’s car.

“For the record,” Joel said. “Not sure I’ve ever wanted to fuck you more than when you were chewing out that counselor.”

“Good to know I can still turn you on,” you teased before you sighed. “So, Ellie’s friend…”

“Always kinda figured,” he shrugged. “She’ll tell us when she’s ready.”

“Yeah,” you said. “See you at home?”

He kissed you.

“Hopefully more than see you.”

That night at dinner, Ellie only picked at her food, moving it around on her plate.

“We’re not mad at you, Baby Girl,” Joel said, looking at her. “You know that, right?”

She sighed.

“I know.”

“Want to talk about anything?” You asked.

“You called me your daughter,” she said.

Joel looked at you for a moment.

“Well yeah,” Joel shrugged. “That’s how we think of you. We can use another word if you’d rather but…”

“OK but if I’m your daughter why haven’t you tried to adopt me?” She asked, looking between you. “I mean, if you just don’t want to…”

“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel leaned in closer to her. “Do you want us to adopt you? Because we just didn’t want to do anything that you weren’t askin’ for. We’d love nothing more than to adopt you.”

“Really?” She asked.

“Of course!” You smiled. “What, you think we let just any ol’ gremlin come in here? Just the special ones.”

She smiled a little at that.

“Cool.”

You started the paperwork in the morning.

Saturday, October 7, 2023

Joel had been looking for a good reason to take all his girls camping and your birthday seemed to be a good a reason as any.

Sarah came with Brandon and Carson, who was now five. Evie was happy for an excuse to get away from college after a bad breakup with her girlfriend. Ellie was just excited to get to spend more time with her sisters. Even Tommy came with his wife, Maria. Just when they’d started to expect him to never settle down, he met the perfect woman. Unlike Joel, he wasted no time in locking her down, a fact he loved to rub in.

And Joel? He was just happy to have all his favorite people under one roof.

He’d rented a cabin big enough that you and him would have some space - since he fully intended on making you cum until you couldn’t see straight - and grabbed steak and hot dogs and enough junk food to feed a small army.

Sarah still lit her marshmallows on fire for Smores but Joel caught her stealing some of Brandon’s less burned ones when they were all around the campfire one night. He took Carson and Ellie down to the lake and taught them both how to fish while you and Sarah stayed back at the cabin to chat, the two of you still the best of friends decades after he’d first hired you to be her nanny. He made the mistake of letting you pick the hike one day and he paid the price when Evie - who’d always been clumsy - twisted her ankle. Joel had to carry her back to camp, you cursing yourself for not packing more first aid supplies in your hiking bag. Ellie set up her telescope in a clearing and spent hours looking at the stars, far enough from the city lights that she was in awe of them.

“Good birthday?” Joel asked as you climbed into bed beside him the last night there.

“Perfect birthday,” you kissed him.

His hands drifted to your breast and you smiled against his mouth.

“Some things never change, do they?” You teased.

“You stop wantin’ it and I’ll stop doin’ it,” he replied, sliding a hand over your body to your leg, hitching it over his hip.

“You know me so well.”

He undressed you slowly, taking his time touching you everywhere he knew you loved his fingers to linger. When you tugged his pants down, you took his length in your hand, working him up and down for a moment, before you took him in your mouth, so hot and wet he had to stop himself from moaning too loud. You sucked him slowly, working your way down his thick shaft until you were nearly choking on him before going back up again, moving harder and faster each time, your tongue pressing against the thick vein that ran on the underside of him.

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Tryin’ to make me cum before I’m even inside you?”

You choked out something that sounded like a ‘no’ from around his cock and he groaned.

“You get just another minute of that,” he said, straining to keep his composure. “Want to cum inside your pussy, not your mouth.”

Just when he felt like he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed your hair and pulled you off him, panting for breath. You wiped your mouth.

“Here I thought you liked that,” you whispered.

“More than liked it,” he muttered, grabbing your hips and yanking you toward him with a quiet yelp followed by a giggle. “Gonna have to do something to make sure you keep bein’ that good to me…”

He dipped his fingers into you, making you groan. He smiled.

“This wet just from suckin’ me off?” He breathed. You moaned in response. “Fucking hell, you really are the perfect woman…”

He added another finger and leaned down, taking your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking you while his fingers opened you until you came so hard it felt like you might snap off his fingers.

Joel slipped his fingers from you and ran them over his cock, using your wetness to make him slick enough to enter you. He notched his head against you and settled between your legs, pressing into you in one firm, demanding stroke.

“Fuck,” you panted, your back arching. “So full…”

“Love you full of me,” he said, grinding himself against you before pulling back and pushing into you again.

Your arms went around his neck as he picked up the pace, pressing his cock all the way into you with each stroke. You pushed yourself up off the bed and he smiled, kissing you as he helped you to straddle his lap while he was still inside you. He held you close while you rose and fell over him, thrusting up to meet you with every firm stroke. Your breasts bounced with the force of it, your head tilted back in pleasure as he sucked and licked his way up and down your throat.

“Joel,” you breathed. “Want to cum with you. So close…”

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned as you moved harder, faster, angling your hips so his stomach pressed into your clit while his head caught on the spot inside you that made you moan. He liked to think of that spot as his place in you, where he’d been made to reach and satisfy. Never did he feel as complete as when he was inside you, making you cum around him.

“Joel,” you gasped as you started to cum again, clinging to him with your whole body. He thrust into you once more before filling you.

“Love you so much,” he kissed you, your body pressed tight against his own. “Fuck, I love you.”

When things went back to the normal routine after the camping trip, Joel printed off a picture that Sarah had taken on her phone during the hike. It was just before Evie had twisted her ankle and everyone was smiling, the frame filled with the faces of everyone Joel had ever loved.

He wrote on the back of the picture, as though he’d ever forget who any of you were to him: “My girls + Carson, Me, Tommy, Maria and Brandon - October, 2023.”

You worked until after seven that night. Joel made dinner - nothing like what you could do but you kissed him like you thought it was a gourmet meal all the same - and Ellie was out with her friend Riley.

“Anything you in the mood for this evening?” He asked, pouring you another glass of wine.

“Nothing in particular,” you smiled. “Oh, we could watch When Harry Met Sally! Such fantastic fall vibes…”

“I think I can handle that,” he smiled a little.

“I mean, it is your favorite movie,” you smiled back. “I’ll clean up if you want to get it queued up?”

He found the movie on the Apple TV and was about to set it to play when he glanced at the record player in the corner. You’d painted little purple flowers along one side of it. They’d faded and chipped a bit since but he still loved those little flowers, a physical representation of you. He lit the candle on the coffee table - lavender scented, one of your favorites. He pulled out Slowhand and set it to play Wonderful Tonight just as he heard the water cut off in the kitchen. You laughed, leaning in the doorway to the living room.

“Clapton, hm?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, when the song stops bein’ true, I’ll stop playin’ it,” he held his hand out to you. You smiled hugely and took it, tucking yourself against him. He held you close, swaying in time to the music, the smell of lavender on the air.

You stretched up to kiss him as the song ended and Joel turned the record player off before settling in beside you on the couch, glass of wine in hand.

“I think our little ‘how we met video’ for this movie would be fun,” you said during the opening credits. “Me, a college girl with a crush…”

“Me, an old man who was practically head over heels for you from first sight,” he said.

You laughed.

“Think we’ve made a pretty good go of it though,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

He smiled and kissed your forehead, surrounded by your warmth, the signs of the children you’d raised with him, and the smell of lavender.

“Wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this overly long exercise in "What would happen if?" I like to think this version of Doc and Joel are living in Austin right now, happy with their girls.

Thanks for being here, thanks for sticking with it, thanks for being a part of this. Love you all!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic

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Just another love story?

(C/N)= Code Name (Y/N)= Your Name (Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

You were on Task Force 141 you had also not been the most careful on missions, but you weren’t dumb, you knew what to look for who the target was and most importantly, Check. Your. Six. It sounds dumb, but its the only reason you in this situation anyways. You were following the target, checking left and right as you walked but you didn’t turn around to look behind you, rookie mistake. Apparently they enemy team had figured out the plan and they were lead you into their little trap, Price suddenly yelled out a warning and as you finally turned around you had some quick lead launched into your knee, fortunately it didn’t come out the other side meaning theat it didn’t break through your knee cap, bad news was there was a bullet it your leg. Never the less you took out the target, after being instructed and you took off toward the get away vehicle with a great limp. “Damn it-” You said “You ok C/N?” Soap asked, “‘m ok..” You said, you continuted. Finally the van came into view, the bullet kept getting more and more lodged in your knee, about seven feet from from the van you knee locked and gave out. ”Oh Crap!” Gaz got out of the van and picked you up, “What the hell happened?!” “Got shot.” You answered, “Yea I see that.” He said jokingly, he gently sits me in the back seat and sits next to me, you groan as your knee hits one of the seats infront off you as the car starts to move, “Why didn’t you tell us? We could had helped.” Ghost asks, “You also would had when out of your way to come get me, I would have slowed everything down and we would have failed the mission.” you respond, Brows furrowed a little in pain, you hit a pot hole almost as soon as Gaz started treating your knee. You were losing blood rapidly and it was amking you a bit dizzy, the moving of the car wasn’t helping either, Gaz’s voice brought you back to reality, “You doin’ alright? your a bit pale..” “I’m f-fine a little lightheaded, but good.” you replied reassuringly, after the van stopped at the hide-out Gaz helped you out of the car and into the building, Soap was already inside the building with Laswell, Gaz sat you on the couch and abcked up as Soap ran over to you, “What happened?!” Soap exclaimed, I hurt to sit in any position on the couch, you got shot in the back of the knee so you settled on the for on top of a blanket, face-down into a pillow on the floor while they did a little “Surgery”. After five minutes of blinding pain and what felt like Ghost toying with the bullet hole they got you the bullet, your knee was unstuck from the uncomfortable position in was in, but still hurt. You let out a muffled groan into the pillow you were laying on, “Can we wrap it up? This is starting to hurt.. Real bad.” “Well, we need to cuterize the wound, it will hurt more but you won’t risk popping any stitches.” Price says. You groan, “Fine, just do it quickly..” “Uh-huh” you hear Ghost gruff before you hear a lighter flick, Soap takes of his belt and puts it in your mouth before you shove your face back into the pillow. “Alright on the count of three yeah?” You nod, “One.. Two-” A binding white pain rushs through your body, you hear a sizzle as Ghosts knife is pressed to your skin. Your let of a gasp and then a muffled scream. The smell of your melted burning flesh nauseated you, finally after what felt like years of torture the knife was pulled away from your skin, the smell lingered and the pain was still there but it felt better with the knife not on your wound anymore. Ghost wrapped up your knee and let Gaz take you to bed. You couldn’t find any way to lay down without you wanting to meet god, finally you ended up laying og gaz with a pillow inbetween your legs and your arms wrapped around his, “Wanna watch a movie m’ love?”

Gaz questioned, “Yes! Something cute! But you pick the movie, I always pick.” “Me pick? If we’re watching something cutsy you know what I’m gonna pick-” “Lady and the tramp~” You both say, “Thats right,” Gaz says proudly, “Alright then lets watch it,” You say “You want to watch it? Are you just saying that to make me happy because you know I hate that-” “No! No! I want to watch it!” You respond happily, “Ok lets watch it then.” Gaz puts on the movie and holds you close until you fall asleep.

#john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #x y/n

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daddydindjarin · 1 year

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The Long and Winding Road Part III: Louisiana

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no physical description of the Reader given)

Rating: 18+ Mature

Wordcount: 3580

Summary: After stopping at a roadside attraction, you experience a health scare, and Frankie is there to comfort you and patch you up.

A/N: Dividers by @firefly-graphics! Thank you especially to the discord besties for always encouraging me when I post the smallest of peeks, and treating it like it was a treasure. Thank you @chaoticgeminate for reading over it for me!

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Sandra was tired.

Back-to-back doubles had done nothing to improve her sleep schedule, not to mention the ache in her feet and lower back. It didn’t help that she was supposed to be off on Sundays, but she was the only other waitress available to work the diner after Carla called out “sick.” Sandra surmised sick was new code for hung over, but she crawled out of bed at 5am, her uniform still smelling of bacon and eggs from the night before and dragged herself into work.

By the time she was bringing out table 5’s pancakes, the little bell above the door rang out signaling another customer. She smiled as she dropped off the food, letting the group know she would be back, and walked back to the counter to grab the customers and their menus. She almost stopped short at the sight of the handsome man standing in the doorway, smiling at his…friend? Girlfriend? Wife?

The woman was looking back at him, her eyes bright and full of mirth as she said something to the man that caused him to splutter out a laugh, his head shaking. Sandra felt a sense of contentment from them, and she smiled a greeting. “Hey guys, just the two of us?”

The man nodded, and asked for a booth, and she led them to the only one they had left. They sat across from each other, and their orders were quick (coffee- black, hot water for tea, and two orders of chocolate chip waffles), and she left to go put the order in. She watched them from the kitchen, talking animatedly to each other, a rare occurrence for this early in the morning. When she dropped off their drinks, the woman smiled up at her, and thanked her.

“It’s not a problem, dear,” she replied, setting out a canister of creamer and their syrup for when the waffles were done. “Y’all from around here, or just passing through?”

“Just passing through,” the woman responded, flipping open a notebook to check a list that was written on the page. “We’re on our way to Gulfport before leaving the state.”

Sandra nodded, “Gulfport is real nice this time of year, especially since it won’t be too miserable with the heat. You got family down there?”

The woman grinned at her partner, who huffed good naturedly. “No, not quite,” she laughed, closing her book as the man tried to peek at the words. “It’s a surprise for him that I think he’s gonna get a kick out of, but he keeps trying to spoil it for himself.”

The man snorted, sipping his coffee. “I’m gonna find out today anyway, so you might as well tell me.”

“Nope,” she said, the ‘p’ popping as it left her lips. “You’re not getting nothing but the directions from me.”

Sandra chuckled at them, “Well, I hope it’s a good trip. How long y’all been together?”

She realized she made a mistake by the way both people clammed up, the woman stuttering, and the man’s cheeks turning pink. “Oh, we’re- it’s not- we’re just friends.”

To be honest, the answer surprised her. It looked like new love, and an age-old comfortability to her all at once, like two souls destined to come together. Maybe she was reading it wrong, but she didn’t think so, as he watched the woman peek at the man through her lashes when he wasn’t looking, and the way the man’s eyes would drift back to her as if looking for reassurance that she was still there.

She let them be after bringing out their waffles, hoping she didn’t ruin their fun, but it seemed like the awkward moment had passed, and they were back to chatting happily. Hopefully they would realize the way they looked at each other wasn’t “just friends” sooner rather than later, Sandra thought, double-checking table 4’s bill. Sure would save them a whole lot of trouble down the road.

“Okay, we’re about 5 minutes away, and you should see it any second,” you said, leaning forward in your seat, watching the horizon.

Frankie playfully rolled his eyes, but the curiosity was burning a hole in his lungs. You had been talking about this for the better part of two days now, telling him he was going to love it, and you were so excited, he couldn’t tell if it was from the thing- that you still wouldn’t tell him what it was- or for what his reaction was going to be.

It didn’t take long for him to see what you were so excited for, as the sight of a looming rocking chair appeared ahead, and Frankie’s laughter filled the Jeep. “Did you,” he choked out between laughs, looking over at your beaming, pleased face, “really bring us to Gulfport for a roadside attraction?”

“Not just any roadside attraction,” you replied, unbuckling your seatbelt as he pulled into the parking lot, “but the World’s Largest Rocking Chair! A title claimed by many but held by none!”

He laughed at your grandstanding, hopping out of the Jeep to look at this chair that they drove two hours out of the way for. Not too long ago, things like this would have annoyed the hell out of him. He figured he would have been annoyed by some of your asks, but hey, for a $30,000 payout, he could deal with the annoyance. Strangely though, he hadn’t felt annoyed at you once this entire time. You had your habits and tendencies, but so did he, and you never overstepped in any way, and he was somehow finding himself wishing that you would.

He was apparently taking too long being lost in his own thoughts, because suddenly your hand was fitted into his, and you were excitedly pulling him along, the breeze blowing your hair gently, the scent of coconut and cocoa butter surrounding him, his heart squeezing at the way your smaller hand fit so perfectly into his own. He gave you a gentle squeeze, smiling back at your grin and allowed himself to be pulled to a small chain surrounding the massive chair.

It really wasn’t anything to write home about, but in that moment, it was the 8th world wonder, a spectacle to behold, and the two of you were the only souls in the area to experience it. You had this way about you, of making the most mundane things seem extraordinary, and Frankie was overcome with thankfulness that he had agreed to this trip. He let you take his picture in front of the chair, but shrugged off his suggestion that you take a picture as well, telling him that Gabriella would get a kick out of her “tiny papa.”

You both milled about the area for a few more moments until you gleaned all there was to know about the World’s Largest Rocking Chair, and you bid it farewell, pointing the Jeep towards Lake Pontchartrain and the Big Easy.

For the eighth time in the last half hour, Frankie’s eyes drifted from the road to your form in the backseat. The lines in his forehead were deepening with every passing moment, worry seeping from him.

Not long after leaving Gulfport, you had sat forward in your seat, breathing deeply, your eyes squeezed close tightly. He immediately went on red alert, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. “Hey, hey,” he said softly as to not startle you, “what’s going on?”

You didn’t speak for a long moment, and his hand hovered over the hazard lights, ready to pull over, but you waved him off.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m okay,” you reassured him, trying to give him a smile, but it just came out as a grimace. “Just got a migraine. It happens.”

He nodded slowly, still not quite convinced. “Do we need to stop? Is there anything you need me to do?”

You slowly shook your head, pressing your forehead harshly into your palms as if they had the power to take the ache away. “No, it’s okay, it’s-“ You stopped suddenly, clapping your hand over your mouth, and rapping repeatedly on the window with your free hand in a desperate request to pull over. Frankie barely had time to bring the Jeep to a stop on the shoulder before you were falling out of the passenger side door, knees hitting the rough gravel in an uncoordinated landing.

Frankie gave a shout as you tumbled out of the Jeep, throwing his door open and racing to your side as you heaved into grass. He paid no mind to your half-hearted attempts to apologize and get him to leave you be, instead rubbing a soothing hand on your back with one hand and holding your hair back with the other. When you finally stopped, he felt a wave of relief pass over him, and he smiled gently at you, pulling a well-worn handkerchief from his back pocket.

“Just take it,” he insisted after your first refusal, and you looked up at him with wet eyes, your expression close to…guilt? “You’re okay, hermosa, just breathe.”

The two of you sat by the Jeep for another 5 minutes or so, his hand still rubbing soft circles on your back and he waited for you to indicate that you were ready to go, worry leaving his muscles tense.

“Okay,” you rasped, moving to stand. You didn’t make it far before losing your balance, stumbling into Frankie’s chest. He held you up gently, a firm arm around your waist. “Shit, I’m sorry- jus’ got a little dizzy.”

Frankie hushed you, gripping you a little tighter and helping you to the Jeep. You reached for the passenger side door, but he out maneuvered you, opening the back door instead, and helping you into the backseat. “You need to lie down, hermosa. Sit tight, let me grab the window shades to make it a little darker back here.”

He glanced down at your knees, noticing the bloody welts from where you had hit the gravel, and made a mental note to grab the first aid kit too. It took him just a few moments, and when he came back, you were staring off into the distance, brow furrowed. “You’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up,” he joked as he knelt in front of you, trying to ease some of the worry from your brow. His knees cracked as he knelt, the cartilage popping in an unforgiving way, but he ignored it, pulling out the antiseptic wipes. “This is gonna sting a bit, but we need to get these cleaned up.”

You said nothing, but you looked down at him, biting your lip hard enough that Frankie was worried you’d draw blood there too. He made it quick, cleaning the dirt and blood away with military efficiency, deciding that you just needed one band aid on your knee, where a mean piece of gravel had dug in deeper than the rest. When he finished, he leaned forward, gently placing a kiss on the bandage.

Time stopped, and neither of you spoke as he slowly pulled away, heat creeping up his neck. “I- sorry, it’s force of habit,” he managed to get past the lump in his throat. “I’m used to doing this for Gabriella, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

His rambling stopped as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a small smile on your lips. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Frankie,” you said. There was still a lot of tension across your forehead, but you smiled at him with a brightness that he had come to expect, and to look forward to. Except…it still seemed as though you weren’t quite looking at him. “I think it’s incredibly sweet. You’re a good dad, and old habits die hard. I should be the one apologizing, truly.”

Frankie shook his head, standing up, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “For getting sick? Hermosa, it happens.” His hand rested on the crook of your shoulder, cupping the back of your neck as he tried to pour every bit of comfort he could into the touch. “Are you going to be okay for the rest of the drive? We’re about an hour away from New Orleans, but we can stop anytime.”

You shook your head, and was he mistaken? Did you lean into his touch? “No,” you replied, sighing, “I’ll be okay. I already booked us a room at the Dauphine Orleans Hotel, so we can sleep on real beds.”

He nodded, but you didn’t acknowledge him, and he reluctantly moved away from you to put up the window shades. “Aright, but you’re laying down in the backseat. It’s just highway so there’s nothing you’re going to miss on the ride. I’ll let you know when we’re getting close so you can see us coming into the city, but you try to rest.”

You had given him a sarcastic, “Yes, sir!” complete with a two-finger salute, but you hadn’t fought him, which told him how badly you must really feel if you weren’t willing to stubbornly argue with him. He watched as you scooted back into the backseat, and he gingerly lifted your legs so you could curl up into a ball, your cheek resting on your hands. He watched you take a few deep breaths, probably trying to stave off the nausea, and when he was sure you were okay, he closed the door, loping back to the driver’s side to get back on the road.

That had been 45 minutes ago, and he knew you needed to get up soon if you were going to watch the city grow closer. Worry gnawed at his spine, and his teeth pulled at the inside of his cheek, his eyes constantly drifting back and forth, debating on the best course of action. Instinct told him to let you rest, but he wanted to see your eyes light up once you really got into the city. He already felt slightly guilty about letting you sleep through the Bayou Sauvage National Forest, but he swore he’d make it up to you when you felt better. Soon the city would start showing in the distance, and he knew you’d want to see that.

He gently called your name, and when he didn’t get a response, he reached into the backseat to shake your leg. “Hermosa, do you want to be awake when we come into New Orleans?”

He smirked at your grunt, patting your leg in commiseration. He felt you sit up, and glanced into the rearview mirror to see you rubbing your eyes, blinking against the sun. “Does your head feel any better?” He asked. You were avoiding his gaze, and he could tell it wasn’t just from looking around.

“Yeah, I feel loads better. Sometimes my migraines just hit fast like that.” You shrugged, peeling back the window shades to see better. “I’m sorry you had to watch me hurl. You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.”

“It wasn’t a problem.” Frankie frowned, the corners of his lips pulling downwards. “Is there anything in particular that causes it?”

You shrugged, “Nah, they just happen. Scooch.”

“Scooch?”

You put one hand on his shoulder and the other on the passenger seat and proceeded to lift yourself up and over the center console, jostling Frankie slightly as you awkwardly crawled into the front seat. Plopping down in your designated spot, you wiggled in the seat slightly, getting comfortable. “Much better,” you grinned at him. “So, where are we?”

“We are on I-10, about 15 minutes away from the city. Keep your eyes up ahead, and you’ll start to see the skyscrapers in the distance.”

You let out a noise of excitement. “I have always wanted to see New Orleans. Kinda bummed we won’t be here for Mardi Gras. That would have been so cool.”

“Yeah, Mardi Gras in the Big Easy is pretty fun. Lots of trouble to get into, that’s for sure,” Frankie winked at you, before adding, “Plus, those beads are cheap, and you get a show for ‘em.”

You whacked his arm, scoffing as he laughed. “Frankie, you’re secretly a pervert!” You teased, putting on airs. “My delicate sensibilities can’t handle this.”

Frankie snorted, glancing over at you. You seemed to be feeling better. Your eyes were bright again as you looked out the window, bouncing between taking in the suburbs surrounding New Orleans and staring in wonder at the growing skyline. “Sure, says the woman who jumped into a freezing river and sleeps in the tiniest shorts in the world.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it,” you said offhandedly, and Frankie chose not to give any information either way.

New Orleans was everything you dreamed of, and vastly larger than you were expecting. You weren’t exactly naïve enough to think of New Orleans as some utopia of a city- you were born and raised in Tampa, not a small town by any means of the word. But Tampa didn’t have this old world feel that seemed to be around every corner in the French Quarter. It was still early afternoon, and Frankie had assured you things would pick up once night fell, but there was already so much to see.

As you and Frankie walked into the lobby with your suitcases after leaving the Jeep with the valet, you stuck close to his side, not wanting to lose him in the milling crowd. Finding an empty reservation window, you instinctively grabbed his hand to pull him to the counter, just to make sure he didn’t get separated. And if you told yourself that enough times, it would be true.

“Hello,” the person manning the counter greeted, their name tag reading Hal. “How can I help you today?”

“Hello, Hal!” You smiled, pulling out your phone to show them your reservation confirmation. “We have a room for a few days, just checking in!”

“Okay, no problem, let’s just get your information pulled up here.”

Hal worked quickly, confirming your name and credit card number on file, along with your driver’s license, tapping away at the computer. The tack tack tacks slowed down as the lines between his eyebrows deepened, and you craned your neck to see what was going on. “Everything okay there, Hal?”

They smiled tightly at you, making a few more clicks, and you felt Frankie at your back, offering silent support. “So, I’m showing here that you booked two rooms in the Carriage House, right next to each other.”

You blinked, nodding slowly. “Yes?”

They frowned then, eyes darting from the computer screen to your face. “I’m not too sure what happened, but one of your rooms was double booked so we only have the one room that you booked open, as the other guests are already checked in.”

Matching his frown, you quickly calculated the difference in your head. “Okay, that’s…not ideal, but these things happen. Do you have any rooms with double beds open?”

Shaking their head, they resumed clicking on the computer. “No, I’m afraid the only room available is the one Carriage House room. There’s a convention in town, and we’re booked up.” You could see how tense they were, waiting for you to explode, but you weren’t upset with them. Like you had said, these things happen, and it was nothing worth getting too upset over.

You looked at Frankie over your shoulder. “Is it okay? Or do you want to try to find somewhere else?”

His brow furrowed in confusion, and he leaned forward so you could hear him over the din, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. You hoped he didn’t notice the shiver it sent up your spine. “Why wouldn’t it be, okay?”

“Because the Carriage House only has one king bed?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Hermosa, I can almost guarantee that the bed is bigger than the pop up. You’ll have plenty of room to try to kick me while you push all the blankets to the floor.” He winked at you, and you could feel your ears turning pink. “Unless you'd like me to go somewhere else? I know you were excited about this place, and I can always sleep on the couch, or in the Jeep- “

“No,” you cut him off, waving a hand. “You’re right, we’ve slept closer before. It’s not like you’re a stranger anymore. I trust you,” you smiled at Hal, who looked close to tears. “It’s alright, Hal. Let’s get that one room.”

They visibly relaxed, finishing the details, and handed you the keys with a sincere thanks, and you smiled warmly, waving goodbye as Frankie led you to the courtyard with a hand on the small of your back.

Stepping back into the humid air, you took a deep breath, suddenly nervous about sharing a room with Frankie. It was nothing that he had done to bring this anxiousness out, and you hadn’t lied, you did trust him. If anything, he had proven that he wasn’t going to hurt you, going out of his way to patch up a minor injury (and if you really thought about it, you could still feel the shape of his lips, and imagine how they’d feel in places above your knee.)

No, it wasn’t Frankie that you didn’t trust in a private room with a lock and key.

It was yourself, and the feelings he was making you feel bubbling under the surface of your skin.

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Shattered Realities Prt3

Hobie Brown/Reader (3/5 part)

"Yes or no?"

Maybe she was the dirty window.

(A/n I wanna preface that webbie is based of you, the reader but mainly as a POC with semi tan to dark skin but you can imagine her as whatever because she is a self insert in a sense so go nuts)

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It's been about a few weeks since Webbies arrival and stay at Hobies, yet she still isn't used to some things.

"I'll be heading to out now" Says Hobie getting ready.

Webbie asks, getting bored of the mundane life she's been living "Wait what do I do here?"

"Uhm? I don't know, just chill. I guess? Don't watch any British shows without me, I heard kitchen nightmare is airing in an hour but I 'ought to handle this police chase real quick"

Before Hobie could gear up, he was alarmed by the sound of popping from the window.

"Woah, fireworks." Webbie said trying to stick her head out to get a closer look while Hobie is confused.

"Fireworks on a normal day? My god Webbie-" He shoots his webs to her shoulders inside to hold her back and closes the curtain with another

Webbie struggles in his webs, hands stretched to the window "Hey! you're blocking me the fireworks"

"Those are gun shots Webs" Hobie deadpans.

Sometimes Webbie forgets that there were scheduled protests in Old York.

She stops her struggling and backs away from the miror "Oh, noted....Wait, Webs? I didn't know we were on nick name basis"

Hobie shrugs "I've been calling you so many names all this time, and you notice when I call you Webs?

Her eyes glimmer, not paying attention to what he says "You need a nickname."

Hobie crosses his arms "Isn't Hobie short enough"

"Not short enough, what about Bee-bee?"

"That's like the same amount of syllabus. You make me sound like a cartoon character" He says, trying to make sense of the name "Plus it sounds odd, anyways gotta go now. Call me if you need anything"

Webbie taps his shoulder before he can go out "Erm...I don't have a phone to call you though, I could probably learn how to do smoke signals to communicate with you?"

"How would that even work in this small place"

"Like incase I burn your place or something, smoke signals"

"Thats it, you are officially banned from the stove"

Webbie looks at him in shock "I was only joking!"

He gives her a teasing look before trying to think of an alternative solution.

"Hold that thought" Hobie types something on his phone, there was a ping back "Right, I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Just sit tight"

Webbie does as told watching an animal programe that was playing on the television when Hobie swings back with a small device on hand and hands it to her.

"One of my ex-bandmates is a tech whiz, she had some extras on hand. It already has a sim card inside so its all set"

She takes the phone after thanking him, trying to figure out what type of model it was "Not complaining, but what brand is this phone? I just want to know to jog any memories because it looks familiar but mixed in with a bunch of other brands i know"

"Thats because it is a mix of brands"

Webbie tilts her head still confused.

"My bandmate experimented on a couple of phone scrapes to make the most efficient phone and came up with this, works like a normal phone. Just better" He explains.

"Woah, you even got me a tangerine charm"

Hobie gleams, almost proud of himself for getting the little phone charm "I got Pav a watermelon one, seems right to get a matching one with you too"

"Whose Pav?"

"He's my-" Hobie wants to say but is rudely interrupted by his watch beeping "Acrually it's better if you met him in person, I gotta bounce right now"

He swings out without another word and before Webbie could even peak out of the window he webs it shut with a note reading.

Don't even try, call me if you're burning -brown

Webbie contemplates burning the building down out of pure pettiness and dying the the flames.

Hobie returns after an hour of erands.

"You're finally letting me out of the house?"

"You make me sound like I'm holding you captive" He says making his way into the window "But actually, we can go out now-"

But Webbie has already made her way to the bathroom, changing her attire.

As promised, Hobie brings her around, taking her sightseeing.

She even got to take a picture with the clock tower which was called 'An doomsday clock' by Hobie.

Once that was done, it was late evening so Hobie decided to introduce her to his old band mates after bumping into them.

He decides to grab some snacks, leaving Webbie to converse by herself.

Webbie thinks of something to try to break the ice "Oh! If you had the chance to be any animal, what would you be?"

"A penguin" Says the one with a bandana

"Thats a tricky one, totally would be a salmon fish" The other with gauges in his ear says.

Webbie makes an 'ooo' sound, taking note of everything "I want to be a whale" She states "Not only are they the biggest mammals but oh!"

They jump a little, waiting for her to continue.

"I just remembered I like space! Like black holes and all that"

The other two seemed to be having a conversation on their own, so Webbie just speaks to the Jerm (the guy with the bandana)

The more Webbie speaks, the more excited she has with the overwhelming feeling of her memories resurfacing.

"And did you know that Venus is actually more hot than Mercury from the atmosphere, quite similarly....."

Webbie stops, realizing that his expression was slightly bored.

He shakes his head when she stops talking "Sorry Webbie just dozed there for a second, what were you saying?"

She covers her emotions "Actually that's all! Thanks for listening"

"Oh really? Well, you're welcome"

Their voices slightly blur as a familiar sinking feeling from when she was younger.

Webbie thinks she sees a child? A person? She settles on child with child person.

She thinks she sees a child looking at her mother.

Then she cant seem to here the words.

But she can feel them to her core.

They run into the bathroom and just stare into the miror, tears streaming down their face.

its like she could feel every emotion they felt from that rear view miror.

Theres a moment where they just cradle their head, trying to make sure they dont make a peep.

It hurts.

She feels hurt and its scary.

They child person stare into the miror, tears streaming down their face as they they slide down the wall - biting on their hands, making sure they didnt let any sound out.

It was lonely.

It was c̴̡̰͖̯̹̲̱̤͈͎̤̻̜̺̠͍͚̦̦̈̍̿͆̿ͅͅo̸̡͉̤̟̩̼̰̯̻̞̱͉̤̺̳̞͙̣̫̲͇̠̼̠̽̅̉̈̀͑́̽̌͆͘̚l̵̛̫̫̯̗̪̖͇̣͋̍̂́͒̒́̍̽̆̾̐͊̓̀̾͝͝ͅd̶̢̡͖̪̫͍̩̞͎̱̣̮̮͚̝̩̯͓̻͓̰͇̥̉́͜

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Her thoughts are snapped back into reality when she receives a text from her phone from Hobie.

Of course, it was Hobie, the only contact on her phone.

She calms herself to make an important decision as Hobie send her an assortment of snacks for her to choose from saying she could only choose one.

Webbie makes her decision to settle on a hashbrown and skittles.

Hashbrown and skittles por favor (*¯︶¯*)

Hobie replies in an instant

That has the weirfedt combindsation evear

M texting eithj one hend si dstop your snar ky reples

Webbie snorts and sends him a reply

( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) okay illeterate slob

Webbie sets her phone down and dec8des to try,to engage in conversation again.

She compliments their earings.

"Have you ever thought of getting one?"

"I uh...not really? But I'm open to get like a super cool one, but only one, but like....a cool one"

"She should get a dermal piercing" His friend laughed and grabbed Webbie shoulder suddenly, who was slightly alarmed but played it cool.

She could totally be cool.

These were Hobie's friends, after all.

Her eyes kept darting between all of his band mates, hoping Hobie would get back when his unnamed friend spoke up "Come on guys don't"

Hobie walks back with the snacks on hand, paasing then to his friends "You getting along bug?"

"Y-yeah totally bro man"

He gives her a weird look, resuming conversation.

The laughther is interrupted when her a dermal piercing is brought up.

Hobbie turned immediately towards Webbie "Piercing? Did he or you say that-"

Webbie tries to reasure him, punchjng his shoulder lightly "You worry wart, of course I suggested it"

"Yeah man don't worry, she said she might get a dermal at Mikes"

"Come off it man, a dermal? You trying to poison her first experience?"

"Chill it was just a joke, no harm"

Webbie inhales smiling, trying to be cool about it even though she felt a little foolish about it "It's fine, I'm alright" She scoots to Hobie whispering "What's a dermal?"

Hobie looks around and points to his neck.

"Oh....ew"

"Yeah ew, don't get crowd pressured to get something. Seriously."

Webbie pats his back "I know.It's fine, really"

Hobie doesn't look that convinced until she playfully punches him and sticks to him from the side.

He decides to let it go, shoving his hands in his pockets "You wanna drink?"

Webbie makes a thinking face "No but I would like to try?"

Hobie nods, confirming plans with his friends as they make their way to a nearby pub.

----

Webbie was slightly hoping for a margarita or a sweet type of alcohol but the place they went to only seemed to serve beer and chicken wings.

"Ew, this beer, taste like bread" Webbie gags after trying to drink it again "You might as well blend bread and mix hand sanitiser with it"

Hobie rolls his eyes at her "That's what all bear taste liks"

"Gross, it tastes like my broken dreams"

Hobie raises an eyebrow, interested "You got dreams?"

"I was being sarcastic!" She tries to take another chug to spit it out "I don't feel anything, this taste like garbage and im feeling good. Alcohol is one big lie"

He takes the mug away from her "That's enough beer for you. Usually it takes some time for people to feel it, gotta pace yourself for that"

She scrunches up her face at him "Gross"

The music booms louder and Webbie closses her eyes for a while to try to quite it down as Hobie slowly seperates from her to his friends at the other side of the island table.

She doesn't understand why she feels so, lonely?

Like all the people are laughing and talking but she feels like she's looking right at them from a dirty window.

Maybe she was a dirty window.

That needed windex.

The beer was the windex.

But she hated beer, so that still leaves her as the dirty miror.

She just asked for some water entertaining herself by watching the football on the TV.

She has a whole conversation in her mind about what's so interesting about balls getting tossed around.

Seems like it was a huge event because more people rushed into the bar.

It kind of felt like mash potatoes, Webbie would relish in some mashed potatoes with actual relish right now.

Unsure and a little fed up, she looks around the pub to find Hobie.

She gets up and squeezes her way towards him, sighing in relief and holding his sleeve like a lifeline.

She could almost fall asleep like that.

Hobie tilts his head back to look at, her distasteful smile in her sleepy state.

He says something to one of his friends who nods their head and wave at the confused Webbie as Hobie slowly menurvers them out of the crowded room.

He shoves his hands in his pocket and points to the street sign with his thumb "Wanna get smoothies then go to spider society? I have to check in for something, but we can get little bites before we go"

Webbie thinks her heart expands then sinks at the same time "What? No. You don't want to hang out with your friends? You talked about wanting to do this since like, last week?"

"What about it?"

"I just....I don't mind going home"

"Alright let's go home"

She panics.

Ashamed that he can read her mind.

She grabs his vest "No- I mean you go have fun, I'll go home. It's totally fine Beebee" her fingers tighten.

Hobie chooses to ignore the name "And I mean we can go home together, I hang out with them next week for the gig. Might as well do one more song"

"Hobieeee" She drags.

"Webs" He mirors.

"Webs?"

"Yes Webs" He leans on a wall, looking at her, but his tone becomes gentler "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Okay I know that's slang, but it sounds so weird and secondly, what makes you say that

"For starters, you're being less" He makes some hand gesture "You"

"Whatttt?" She shurgs, trying to seem nonchalant "No way, bro......"

"Webbie" Hobie says firmly.

"Okay, fine so what?"

"You do know that I don't mind your silly annoying absurdness"

"You think I'm silly?"

Hobie rolls his head back, punching her shoulder lightly to get out of whatever sappy mood that was slowly forming "My friends don't mind you also. They're just a different demographic. Promise not to change your individuality"

"You sound like a self-help lecturer but alright Brown"

"Promise?"

"I promise to always be annoying" Webbie smiles, looking up at him and knocks her feet against his.

She forgets how tall he was sometimes.

Hobie looks down at his feet and knocks his feet back to hers "Atta lad"

After some time Webbie pushes him back to the door of the pub "But for realzies, go back to your friends. Maybe I could go and take a nap at the spider society pub or something"

"Spider society does not, unfortunately have a pub. Trust me I've checked" He sighs thinking back "Throughly"

"I mean, the whole multiple universe thing that you explained to me seems like a whole space theory" She adds "Which means there is a possibility where there is a univerese where people drink alcohol like water"

"That would probably mean they found a cure for liver cancer. The universe would either be fun as hell or a living nightmare"

They both nod their head.

After just stalling, Webbie looks at Hobie again "But seriously, go back to your friends. I'll just go to Spider Society and hopefully avoid Miguel on the way there"

Hobie hums "Are your memories coming back?"

"Something like that, its just an uncomfortable feeling I get" She grips herself and let's go before Hobie can speak "Like when you think you're about to sneeze but can't"

"Thats oddly specific-"

"Or when you think youre about to silently fart but its really loud-"

"Alright, alright. You've made your point." Hobie opens up the portal. "I'll be home at around four, so give me a ring if you get back early"

Webbie hops into the portal waving goodbye with her last words "Okie Beebee"

"I ought to shank you for that-" The portal closses before he could even finish his sentance which leaves Webbie giggling to herself.

She makes her way to Margo (Byte) without pulling too much attention to herself.

By attention to herself, she means to avoid talking to any of the spider people which could be hard sometimes because they were all so friendly and funny.

Why couldnt Miguel be funny.

He's like one of the few spidermen that were not funny, well other than Spider plush, his backstory with uncle with Teddy Ben was quite heartbreaking so it dosent count.

Webbie calls out for Margo, who is estatic at her return

After hugging, she takes a selfie of the both of them with flash on.

"Oh, you got a new phone. Did Jess give that to you?" Margo quickly noyes.

"She was supposed to, but she seems kinda busy with the whole pregnancy and balancing multiverse, so I didn't bother asking again"

"Did you steal it?"

"I wish I was that cool, but no, Hobie got'em for me, and oh." She dangles her phone charm to Margo. "He evem got me a tangerine charm"

"Thats nice of him, how long are you staying here today?"

"Just for a couple of hours, wouldn't want to distract you guys"

"You don't girl, you good. Let me finish some documents them we'll talk"

"Kay-kay"

Webbie likes spider society, everyone here was nice and fun.

Just being in company with Margo made her gleam in joy.

She doesn't even dig for more information about her memories unless specifically asked for.

Margo finishes up a report and looks at Webbie, who was sitting upside down on her phone "What are you doing?"

"Trying to send Hobie an animal fact, did you know seahorses mate for life? And slugs have like, four noses. Like what are they smelling in the seafloor other than salt and steel?"

"I did not know that" Margo says typing something on her own phone to notify Malala of Webbies surprise visit.

The two converse their weekly updates to each other.

"Yeah, I tried convincing Hobie to let me cook something but he won't let me near the stove because I made one joke about burning his kitchen-"

"Webbie!" A figure yells.

Malala takles Webbie to the floor out of pure excitement "Oof, good to see you to scarffy"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back!"

"It was a last-minute decision babes"

"Babes?" Malala Saya caught off guard "You hang out with Hobie too much. Anyways, how have you been?"

"Just dandy" Webbie says, feeling slightly woozy "Do you ladies happen to know where the snacks are, more specifically tangerines?"

"I think we do, mind if you get them yourself? I've got a mission to do soon and need a nap" Margo says.

"Same here" Malala adds.

"No worries my bromies, I'll to get it. Where is by the way?"

Margo chuckles awkwarly, not making eyecontact with webbie " Uhm...Just near Miguel's office"

"You've gotta be kidding me" She looks for Malala's eyes "You're kidding right malala?"

"Sorry Webbie" She says apologeticly.

"I'll be fine, why wouldn't I be fine approaching a tall angry man that gave me big time pain through a porwal....peetal" Webbie smacks her lips together trying again "Portawl....close enough"

Her speech becomes slured and vision becames a little messy as the alcohol finally settles in her stomach.

It honestly felt like sleep walking so she couldn't be drunk, at least she thinks so.

She finally finds Miguels office but hides behind some equipment when she hears Jess's voice through the intercome

"Don't you find it weird that the spider-9833 event isn't happening?" Miguel says.

"Right, it's been a lot of unscripted filler. Which is normal, but not to the point where no canon events have been happening lately"

"More anomalies have been showing up but thats normal, but its becoming more......Mundane"

"Are they linked to her?"

Webbie feels herself sweat, they dont even have to say who.

She knows its her.

Miguel sighs "Theres no way of confirming....Other than the bigger work load she hasn't been causing all that trouble and most of the events have been docile so there isn't a huge issue"

"Alright then, over and out"

She looks at her hands and back at Miguel thinking about the entire exchange between the two, did she really want those tangerines?

Webbie didn't belong here. Period.

Where would she go to?

She's so close to-

Miguel sighs, grabbing a picture frame, Webbie peaks her head inside more to get a better look.

It was a little girl, who she assumes is either a little sister or daughter.

He was looking at her so longingfully.

With such.

Solemnes.

And longingful eyes as he plays a clip of a little girl and him playing soccer.

Webbie stands there for ten minutes watching Miguel replay the same clip over and over when she feels like she's intruded.

Well she has obviosly intruded, but alcohol has made her placid to stay in place.

She backtracks her steps and makes loud stomps with her feet to the door.

With a a sigh Miguel turns off the computer, returning to his stoic expression once more.

"Hi Migi-bear" There was no reply "Okay not on nick name basis. Hey, have you seen a box of tangerines anywhere?"

Miguel points to a corner, grufly saying "Right behind the table over there"

Webbie nods her head and scurries to the box, tripping on herself again causing her to slightly slide across the floor.

Miguel looks at the girl who immediately tries to sit up playing it cool by making finger guns at him "How's it going from up there"

"Are you okay?" Webbie could have sworn he almost sounded concerned, actually maybe he was, she couldnt tell.

"Of *hic* course bro-man" Why did she say that?

"Are you drunk"

"Er.....no?" He is totally falling for that.

"Do you actually think I'm falling for that"

He does a pose which can only be described as an angry old man when he finds used socks left by someone on the living rooom floor "Can you at least tie your shoe laces?"

She finally finds the box, looking back at Miguel sighing "It's a style choice..."

Webbie picks up the box and manoeuvres the box of tangerines, scooching side to side to try to get the box out of the room without dropping it.

Unsure, she gives him a slight bow for respect purposes.

Does he know its respectful?

Regardless he makes a grunt of acknowledgement.

It makes Webbie somehow.

Glad.

"Found the hangover meds!" Margo hands the medicine to Webbie after she requested for it after beung unable to open her packet of skittles.

She chugs the medicine down, soering at the horrible taste, but in an instant, she's sobering up.

"You good to go now?" Margo checks.

"Yeah all good" Webbie grins rubbing her head "Argh, my heads all woozy now"

"At least you decided to come here today, those tangerines should be ripe in a day or two"

Webbie frowns "But I'm hungry right now for them"

"They're going to taste like rubber"

Webbie groans picking up the heavy box "The last time I came over there was only like six tangerines, you guys need to inform me if there's another tangerine lover out there"

Margo types out Hobie's universe's serial number and opens the portal "Actually Miguel ordered those for you"

"...He did?"

"Yeah, he got them sent in last week. Said you would and I quote 'Bother everyone' if you didn't have these"

"He does have a point" Webbie says trying not to think to much about Miguel as Margo hugs her and makes her way to the portal "See you next time Marge"

"Webbie you got my name wrong-"

But she's already gone into the portal

She smiles to herself.

She did a bunch of things today.

Got a phone.

Met new people.

Saw her two babes, Margo and Malala.

Got tangerines.

A job well done.

She didn't even flinch when she got out of the portal this time, becoming a normal thing.

Webbie groans as she placed the box of fruit down on the floor with her entire body bending forward.

"Ow- My back" She yells out, holding her back like an old man in his late sixties "My backkkkkkkkk"

Once she felt less sore, she plops herself on the couch, looking at the time. It was about four in the morning.

No sign of Hobie yet, she shrugged it off and slept off.

When she woke up, she didn't realize how hungry she was until she remembered she just ate a singular hasbrown and one skittle.

Yes a singular skittle, because she left the rest at spider society.

She nags herself in the miror for the mistake after ransacking Hobies house realizing that she might need to get a job because there was little to no edible food in the fridge anymore.

Webbie thinks back of the other week when she suggested to go out but was hit with an immediate 'Naur bruv'

Something about being unsure, which was a rare thing for Hobie to say considering his whole 'I break rules' agenda.

Webbie walks over to the box of Tangerines and Peels, one open with her hands "I know Margo said these aren't ripe, but meh"

It tasted like the balls you got at the gumball machine.

She should have listened to Margo.

They were indeed, not ripe.

This was an insult to all tangerines.

Webbie sighs, chucking the horrible tasting fruit into the bin, looking in the cabinet realizing the monstrosity she might have to eat.

It was approximately eight thirty into the night when Hobie walks back into the house tiredly.

He was not prepared to see the horror movie in front of him.

"What the hell are you eating?"

Hobie is home, and he is unamused.

Webie looks at him, taking another bite her food "Cereal"

"I can clearly see that, but it's what you eating it with"

"I- what the bloody hell are you doing?"

Hobie was very blunt with his question, and he looked like he just wanted the answer.

He was also a little disturbed from the cereal with water, and he raised an eyebrow.

Webbie just continues eating making faces while reading the newspaper "Not my fault you don't have milk....or any other edible stuff"

"Couldn't you eat it dry?"

"Yeah but it wouldn't be the same"

Hobie sighs "But...why?

"It was either this or gastric" she says, taking another aggressive bite.

Hobie is about to say something but she flails her hands around "But don't worry about it! I totally can live off this, Maybe I should get a job?"

"And feed this capitalistic society?" He scoffs.

"I'm litrally free loading here. I don't know why Miguel won't let me just stay at the spider society?"

"He did say you were distracting the rest of 'em with your annoying stories"

"My stories are not annoying!" She yells defensively but sooner realizes the true power of her storytelling bullshitery "But they do, in fact, distract the people...."

He signals her to his window "You know what? Let's go get some groceries"

Webbie nods excitedly, throwing away the watered soggy cereal into the sink.

Hobie chuckles as she hobbles to him wearing her shoes and helps her up the balcony which Webbie found odd since they used the door earlier.

"Question" Webbie asks, looking down from the rooftop.

"Proceed"

"How are we getting to said store if we are supposed to get on the store on the roof-"

Hobie wiggles his wrist to her direction.

"Oh yeah..." Webbie takes a moment to process what this means "Oh yeah! Wait, so this means I'm getting one for myself? I don't even have the upper body strength like you, spider people. I've watched this one cartoon called invincible and my arm will totally-"

Webbie realizes she's rambling and stops to wait for Hobie to make any sound of annoyance.

But he's just watching her patiently adjusting his web shooters "Gonna keep going, bug?"

Webbie scratches her head "I mean, I totally could but I'm reading the air so I'm gonna let you speak"

He clicks something on his wrist "Alright then, you cool with me holding yer waist?"

"Uhm why?"

"Yes or no?"

"Yes but why?"

"We're gonna swing there"

"Swing? Swing as in you're gonna" Webbie makes finger motions "Pew pew us there?"

Hobie nods.

"Excuse me for one moment" Webbie turns around and squeals before turning back to Hobie with a stone cold expression, offering her hand like a little lady in movies "I am ready"

He grabs it with as muxh grace before hoist her arm around his shoulders "Don't puke on the way there"

"Now this is a targeted insult to-ME!" Webbie says as Hobie runs at full speed and shoots his webs to a building and jumps off the roof.

Webbie has a tight grip on him.

Thankfully, his grip is tighter as he swings from building to building.

Though she feels the motion sickness coming through.

She can't help but hold a wonder look at the cars and buildings that she passes by.

It was almost surreal looking at the people go on their day.

Hobie lands behind an aly, taking of his mask and throwing on a bomber jacket quickly.

Webbie could definitely see Hobie in those fashion changing magic shows.

Where the lady would wear a horrendoes leapord dress one minute, and the next moment, she was wearing a ballroom dress.

The only difference between them was spandex, and a hint of punk and grunge.

Other than that, there are totally no differences.

They walk into a little quaint conner shop, Hobie seems to know the owner and gives him a little dap on the shoulder.

"Pick out some stuff" Hobie says to Webbie, handing her a basket.

Her eyes follow him as he picks up a carton of milk "You say that like you have a bunch of cash"

"I don't" He chuckles, going to pick out some fruit "Did I tell you that I was briefly a runway model"

"You need to stop getting cooler" Webie's places her hands on her hips, trying to imitate a model's pose.

Or at least that's what he thinks, with her odd pose.

"Want me to teach you some stuff?"

Webbie inhales and does a little hand spasm motion, staring at Hobie excitedly nodding.

Hobie and her stayed at the same spot, simply conversing about posing techniques.

"And you gotta strut your hips and make sure you put your chin up- No, not that up"

Webbie currently looked like a disoriented baby flamingo trying to replicate to various vouges magazine poses.

"You look lopsided"

"No, I'm doing it right. Your head is just lopsided" She says confidently as her legs cross each other, on the verge of falling on the floor.

"They're not-"

The owner clapped his hands to their direction "As much as I love to watch two people bond, I've gotta close up so if you lads could wrap it up"

"Right right" Hobie grabbed a few more things and was ready to pay "You would be a horrible runway model"

"That's why I'd be an amazing story teller duh"

Hobie nods along and pays for the groceries heading to the back aly again to put on his mask and offers a hand "If the lady would mind"

"Why thank you gentleman-" She tries to finish her sentence but he's already grabbing her waist and swinging without warning it almost seems to be on purpose to get a reaction out of her.

Her thoughts are replaced with the slight motion sickness.

Through the piss smelling city she finds solance in his shoulder.

"You enjoying the view?" Hobie says swinging.

"Yeah! Pleugh" She shouts, spitting out some stuff from her mouth that was probably bugs "Totally!"

Hobie takes a glance at the girl in his arms, whose eyes are barely open, trying to get used to the swinging.

He let's his gaze linger, slowing down as she slowly peels herself from his shoulder to look at the view.

Webbies eyes lit up like starlight, which was obviously scientifically impossible but it did.

Hobie just watches the many emotions on her face.

He decides to take the longer route home this time, swinging through the more lit parts of town.

She smiles like she just found out her favourite cartoon got rebooted.

Regardless, Hobie decides to make new tech for her.

Was the city that good to have Webbie gleaming?

But also maybe it was.

He ought to appreciate it more often.

#hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #across the spiderverse

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madametamma · 10 months

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DP episode, Tales of Ba Sing Se style

For the first half of season 1 of DP, no one besides a small hand full of people know/believe that ghosts exists. Then suddenly the whole town is thrust into danger via a ghost invasion and everyone has to deal with it.

I purpose an episode that is just an anthology of short stories about side characters and how things have changed for them after the existence of ghosts is proven to the world.

The A listers Everyone tries to act like they’re unaffected. They each accuse each other of being scared little babies and deny it. This comes to a head when they decide to have a truth or dare night to try and prove they’re brave/out each other as cowards. They happen to run right into a ghost attack and are all like deer in the headlights until Phantom comes to save them and fight the ghost off. After that all they can talk about is how cool their new local superhero is.

Mr Lancer He has spent the last few years of his career coasting by, “This student’s failing? He’s probably just lazy.” “That student’s getting bullied? Ugh, It’s just going to turn into a complicated mess of he said/she said. Investigating is such a chore.” Except now that ghosts are real and his students could potentially get hurt it comes crashing down on him that he is the adult in the room and it really is his responsibility to take care of them. He never thought about that too hard before but now he feels the weight. He expresses all this to a coworker one day when suddenly the school is attacked. He rushes out into the hall and sees a few students cornered by a ghost. With only a moment’s hesitation, he runs out to hit the ghost with a chair. It goes through the creature and turns its sights on Lancer. Thankfully Phantom shows up in the nick of time to drag the ghost away. Lancer goes to his students and puts serious care into finding out what they need.

The Fenton family This is a funny one, Jack and Maddie can’t help but get big headed at their new attention, once upon a time they were scoffed at for believing in ghosts and now everyone wants to come to them for their expertise. They hold a press conference for the whole town to explain to the people how to be safe in these dangerous times. Jack can’t help but gloat on stage over what a genius he is. All the while, in clear view in the sky right behind him, Phantom is fighting off a ghost. Jack doesn’t notice in the slightest during his speech as he details what he knows about ghosts while the two specters behind him demonstrate the exact opposite of everything he’s saying during their battle.

Valerie Before the entire town knew that ghosts were real, and after she decided to take up ghost hunting, Star found out that Val was reading up on Ghost hunting. She made fun of Val for it. Cut to after the reveal of ghosts’ existence Star comes up to Val asking her if she knows anything about staying safe from ghosts. Val mocks her meek asking for help, “I thought I was a Loser for believing in ghosts?” Star doesn’t appreciate being made fun of and replies that Val probably doesn’t know anything anyway. Just as she as about to walk away, a ghost pops up right in front of her face. She screams as Val quick draws an ecto gun out of her locker and blasts the ghost away. Star turns back to Valerie and begs her to be her friend again. Val smirks as she closes her locker replying “I’ll think about it.”

#Danny Phantom #episode pitch #anthology episode #mr lancer #Valerie #Dash Baxter #Paulina #DP #The Fenton Parents #The mansons #The reveal of ghosts #side characters

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crowborn666-writes · 2 years

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Painting

(Been thinkin’ about it and decided I need to do the read more tag more often, whether or not if my fics seem short to me, they may seem long to someone else!)

Dabi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Platonic/Romantic

Summary: (takes place before Dabi joins the LoV!) Dabi doesn’t understand what you mean when you first explain “art has meaning” to him. Not until you paint something that reminds him a bit of himself.

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Blues and whites were carefully spread across the canvas in front of you, spots and splotches of paint decorating your skin as you blended color and shape together as one.

It was quiet, gentle rain pitter-pattering down outside as you worked. You didn’t need to glance behind you at the creak of your open window, you already recognized the sound of boots hitting your hardwood floor, muffled by the towel you do thoughtfully set out for him.

Dabi let out a huff as he was finally out of the cold rain, shrugging off his jacket to leave on the windowsill and shedding his bots onto the towel before making his way to you.

“So, what’re you painting today?”

You smiled up at him over your shoulder, enjoying the momentary scowl on his face when he realize what you were going to say.

“What do you think I’m painting?”

“Ughhh, you know I hate that! Quit askin’ me that question!”

You laughed, remembering the first few times you’d welcomed Dabi into your home. You hadn’t yet known about his evil deeds, not that he would tell you anytime soon either, but nonetheless, the future supervillain let you tend to his scuffs and scraps and allowed himself to be kept out of the rain.

From that first meeting if your overly kind gestures, you’d welcomed him every time he came by, getting to know each other more and more. One day, he asked about the paintings you’d hung up on your walls, and the ones he found half-finished on your canvases.

You’d told him that each piece had a meaning, and yet he couldn’t understand it. You told him art was made to make you feel something, but he didn’t understand that either.

You glanced back to the painting in front of you, the main piece was done, so now you were just filling in the rest of the canvas with a deep shade of blue, while lighter blues and white mixed together in jagged arcs.

“How am I supposed to know what you’re painting? You’re still working on it anyways.” Dabi huffed again, grabbing a nearby stool to sit next to you and plop his chin in his palm.

“Well, the centerpiece is done,” you explained softly, dipping your brush into the deep navy again, “I’m just working on the outside right now. What do you see in the middle?”

Another huff, mixed with a slight frustrated groan, and the quiet settled as you felt Dabi’s gaze floating past your shoulder to your canvas.

You felt Dabi shift slightly, a glance back showing him deep in thought, genuinely turning your question over and over in his mind.

“Blue fire.” He said finally, “A bit like my quirk.”

For emphasis, he held out his marred hand, a small wisp of blue flame sprouting from his fingertip for a moment.

You hummed, glancing over the painting in front of you. “I can see that. It wasn’t what I intentionally painted, but I can see the fire your seeing.”

“What did you intentionally paint?”

“A blue flower.” You replied, sitting back from the now finished background of the painting. “It’s something simple, but to the right person, it can mean something.”

With that you set your palette and brush aside, getting off your stool and stretching. With a pleased groan at the pops in your joints, you let out a breath as you turned to Dabi.

“I gotta use the bathroom real quick, and then I’ll make us lunch!”

Dabi’s eyes didn’t leave the painting as you left the room, his mind a bit scrambled as it processed what you told him.

At first, he saw a blue flame, something like his quirk, something that consumed and burned and hurt. Painful. Dangerous.

But then you told him it was meant to be a flower. Something that was delicate, beautiful, and dare he say fragile.

Now his mind was seeing both, the deep blue background helping the centerpiece stand out, the bright colors popping from the canvas. The flower look to be ablaze, something that would be crumbling under the heat of blue flames, but still standing strong.

He knew it was foolish, but he wondered if you’d end up being like that flower, standing strong even when his darkest secrets were laid out bare to you. His hellfire sins cradled and held by the delicate petals of your hospitality and care for him.

“Dabi! What do you want for lunch?”

He jumped from his thoughts, taking a shaky breath to steady himself before standing to slowly follow your voice to the kitchen. “…How about soba?”

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writingoddess1125 · 2 years

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1999 Kurt Wagner x Reader Pt.3

Bayville, IL March 1999- Bayville Junior High

“Now repeat after me class, Entschuldigung” The old German teacher said calmly as she wrote it on the whiteboard. The class numbly repeated the word in a depressing monotone. Leon wasn't paying attention in the slightest as he found trying to balance a pencil on his upper lip far more entertaining than the German language. He had no interest in the class but he had to take a language class and Spanish was filled up so they got thrown into the German class. He glanced at his twin who was doodling on his desk with a similar bored expression on his face, Milo having drawn a sort of comic strip of two little devils wreaking havoc and doing other silly tasks. Leon is already getting distracted from his twin's doodle and glancing around the room, ‘Boring…Boring.. Oh Hello~ There’ Leon raised an eyebrow as he saw a pretty girl in the front in her cheerleading uniform that rode up a bit, he tilted his head a bit like this was going to allow him to see more when he felt a whack to the back of his head, wincing he glared at his twin knowing he had been the one to do it with his tail. “Tool-” “Bite me” Milo replied with a smirk, “Mr, (Y/L/N)’s Is there something you two want to share with the class?” Leon gave a awkward chuckle and quickly shook his head “U-Uh no Ma’am-”

“God, that class took forever! I never thought we would get out of there!” Leon said with a laugh as he rushed out of the building with his skateboard under his arm, Milo right on his tail as he playfully shoved his brother “You are just dumber than a rock dude, not the classes fault” He joked before he tossed down his board and sped down the sidewalk, Leon snorting a laugh as he repeated the action and followed his brother. “Yeah Yeah whatever!” The two brothers started to insult each other as they rode down the sidewalks, weaving through the traffic of people like experts as they headed home. “Hey lets stop by the Stop and Go real quick, I want a pop” Leon called out to Milo as he made a hard turn into the dinky little corner store. Milo rolling his eyes but following anyway. After a few turns they pulled up to the very nice looking

“Woah, Look at this thing-” Milo chimed as he couldn't help but admire the motorcycle, It was an older Harley Davidson that looked very well taken care of, Leon smirking as he whistled at it “Bad Ass” he chimed as he looked over it. A twinkle of Mischief in his eyes as he glanced around the two of them “Hey stand guard” Leon told his brother as he tossed down his bookbag quickly and slipped himself onto the bike, Leon felt like a total badass even if his feet were barely touching the blacktop as he sat on the bike “Dude You're gonna get caught!” Milo hissed at his brother as he went to pull him off, Leon wrapping his tail on the bottom stem of the seat to keep himself planted, the two starting to bicker at each other loudly like some odd game of tug of war. Leon and Milo going back and forth so heavily their scales dissolving revealing their natural blue forms, It wasn't until the sound of the store's bell ringing and the audible sound of a can falling to the ground did the twins stop. Turning their yellow eyes to see a figure standing there in utter shock, He was a stocky guy with jet black hair and a wicked five o’clock shadow wearing some jeans and a very worn leather jacket. He looked like he beat people's asses for fun and he was looking at them with the most wide eyed surprised look that did not fit his face.

There was a few seconds of silence as the three figures stared at each other, shocked at seeing each other. Milo was the first to do anything, Yanking his brother off the bike causing the expensive Motorcycle to fall and then a loud “BAMF!” as the twins disappeared with a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone leaving behind the skateboards and Leons bookbag.

The man stood there, Staring at where the two kids had been before stepping forward. Picking up his bike from the ground and pulling out his cellphone from his pocket as he dialed the first number to pop up, pressing it to his ear as he picked up the fallen bookbag and looking it over as the line picked up. “Hey Chuck its Logan, I just saw something real fucking interesting-” He muttered as he found a tag on the lip of the backpack which read ‘If Lost please call (Y/N) (L/N) at 555-xxx-xxxx or return to this address-’ Logan’s eyes widening at this “Just bring the Elf along too- He’s gonna want to see this”

“Dude you fucking idiot! If mom finds out someone saw us she is gonna kill us!” Milo said as he shook his Twin. The two boys standing behind some random park Milo had teleported them too, Leon was biting his lip as he panicked and tried to think of what to do. “Okay Okay! She first of all, wont find out and second wont see us. That guy looked like some gang banger or something so no one will believe him and they know us more! But just in case lets chill at Josh’s for a while” Leon said as he tried to make his shitting ‘Plan’ work. Milo groaned as he rubbed his face more and glared at his other half- “Fine... We’ll chill with Josh... But we dont say a word to Mom” Leon nodded at this as he took a sigh in relief, which was cut short due to the punch to the dick he got by Milo a second later-

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“Are you sure this is alright Nancy?” (Y/N) asked as she walked into the house, kicking off her shoes and setting down her purse. Adjusting her Nokia against her ear as she listened to the other line “Yeah (Y/N) the boys said they wanted to sleep over here with Josh for the night. Ill drop them off tomorrow too” Nancy had always been a reliable parent and the only other mutant in the Town, She had helped (Y/N) quite a few times and gave the single mother some time to herself. “Alright, I really appreciate it. Just make sure they dont get into too much trouble” (Y/N) said as she went to the fridge to grab some food and wine for the evening, with pleasant goodbyes (Y/N) grabbed her armfull of random left overs and put on some Friends. Free time activated-

Next Morning

(Y/N) rubbed her tired eyes, She truly did not feel like getting back up from her bed. It was her only day off and she had already gotten up to make sure the trash was out before finding herself back in her bed. However, the annoying sound of the doorbell going off made her groan loudly in frustration before she forced herself up “I'm coming!..God Damn…” She barked angrily as she marched to the front door, wrapping her bathrobe around herself tightly and slammed it open ready to tell whoever was at the door to leave, however her irritation and tiredness was quickly wiped from her when she saw who was at her door. Her blood ran cold and her heart sank to her stomach. There was Xavier seated in his chair looking up at her calmly and to his left stood Jean who looked very nervous to be there with Logan behind her, giving her a single nod in greeting and to the right… the last person she ever wanted to see again, Kurt. He was messing with his own hands as his Yellow eyes stared at her nervously.

“Ms. (Y/L/N) it's lovely to see you again. May we come inside?’

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ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝔼𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔

about: dreamwastaken

warning(s): swearing?, they're making out for a sec so do with that what you will, suggestive pose

pronouns: none specified

word count: 1.1k

note: dID YOU SEE THE SNAPCHAT PICTURES?! That's all I had to say! Kisses! <3

summary: Dream takes the long way to convince Y/n to take a picture with him, but neither of them really mind

“Hey, Y/n! Come here!” I look up from my phone at the sound of my boyfriend’s voice and reluctantly get off the plush couch with a small sigh.

Dream has been trying to take Snapchat pictures of himself all morning, finally deciding to give the internet some more content. According to him, “my main goal is to tease the face-reveal a bit, but not so much that people won’t freak out when it happens– you know. They seem to like my hair and hands… no hands– I’ll just mess with them a little– I’ll cover them with a drawing or something… yeah, I’m so smart.” To which I replied “That's nice, babe. I’ll be on the couch.”

By the time I dragged myself up the stairs and into our shared bathroom, Dream was crouched over on the floor scowling at his phone.

“Everything alright, Love?” I tiptoe to him, rubbing his back once I’m next to him to relieve any tension and let him know I’m here.

His head perks up at the sound of my voice and leans into my touch, shifting his gaze from his phone to me. “Hmm, oh yeah, I’m fine. I just needed to run something by you real quick.”

The man fully stands up and stretches after being hunched over for who-knows-how-long. The popping of his back and the cracking of his neck as he rolls it is slightly revolting, but I’m now jealous of the instant relief he must feel. He sets his phone down on the counter next to us and tugs me closer by the waistband of my shorts so we’re chest-to-chest, the height difference causing us both to strain our necks at the proximity. I peer up at my tall boyfriend, knowing that he wants something by the way he intensely stares down at me. I know him better than he thinks I do, but I’ll play along for a minute– it’s not like I don’t enjoy the attention anyway.

Dream leans in closer as he places one hand on my hip and the other on the side of my face, tilting it up slightly, our breaths mixing. His thumb lightly strokes my cheek bone and his other draws patters on the exposed skin where my/his t-shirt rode up on my hip. His scent is intoxicating, the way it draws me in keeps me under his spell, intentional or not. I still feel butterflies everytime we’re together, I’m not sure if it’s because of the way he looks at me, if it’s because of the way he talks or acts, or if it’s just him entirely. We’ve been together for several years and this feeling ceases to go away, but I’m not sure that I mind.

Dream brushes his lips against mine, but pulls away when I try to connect them. He laughs at my pout and kisses the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then my jaw, then right under my ear, and he then kisses down my neck making sure to cover every inch of skin. I tilt my head to the side to give him more access as he reaches my collar bone, nipping at the skin.

“You’re such a tease, Dream.” I say breathless, eyes hooded.

“Only for you, My Love. Only for you.” He says, kissing back up towards my mouth, retracing his steps. By the time he kisses the corner of my mouth, I’m getting more and more needy for his lips on mine. “Can I kiss you?” He asks and I frantically nod my head, internally cringing at how desperate I look. My cringe must not have been as internal as I thought, because a half-smile adorns my boyfriend's face before he connects our lips in a heated kiss.

Our lips mold together perfectly, moving in-sync like our own personal dance. It’s like a ballet dance; it’s elegant and passionate, showing the deep connection between the two dancers and the story. It’s another thing I still haven’t gotten used to. The way he fills the kiss with love and adoration, while still adding in intense passion makes me never want to stop. But all good things must come to an end sometime.

I break away from the kiss, giving him a few short pecks before breathless smiles break out on both of our faces. We both start to giggle and the giggle progressively builds to a laugh and the laugh progressively builds to us both tea-kettling, hunched over on each other as we attempt to get a word out– it doesn’t work. Each of our futile attempts results in the other kettling harder which in-turn causes the other to kettle harder. It’s a whole cycle until we both end up on the floor, tear-stains on our faces, clutching our stomachs.

“Y-you know,” Dream starts, sniffling and wiping the tears out of his eyes. “I just wanted to ask you to take a mirror selfie with me to post, but I got a little distracted.” I giggle knowingly at the confession.

“I kinda figured that’s what you were gonna ask, but I hadn’t seen you all morning, so I can’t say I minded the ‘distraction’.” I say as Dream pulls me closer to him by my waist, touching our foreheads together. The man kisses me on my nose and I cuddle further into him before wrinkling my nose in disgust. “It’s kinda gross that we’re just full on laying on the floor right now.”

“No, yeah, you’ve got a point.” As my boyfriend gets off the bathroom floor, he brings me up with him, and pulls me into a hug.

I lay my head against his chest, the soft beating of his heart relaxes me. “We can take the mirror picture if you want, I don’t care.”

“Really?!” He asks, surprised.

I pick my head up from his chest to meet his vibrant, green eyes. “Well yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know…”

I squint my eyes at the man, but shug it off and turn in his arms so my back is against his chest. I lean over, grabbing Dream’s phone off the counter before opening up Snapchat. I flip the camera around so it faces the mirror as my tall ass boyfriend hides his face in the side of my neck and places his hands on my waist, under my shirt to hide them from view. I lean into Dream, holding the phone to cover my face before snapping a few pictures, slightly changing positions each time. The man lifts his face from out my neck as I show him the different ones taken.

Satisfied with his choice, he posts the picture and we continue to look through some others. “That’s a pretty good one.” He smirks, pointing to the one where his one hand is on my hip bone, under my shorts, and the other grasping my neck.

“You’re quite proud of that one aren’t you?” I say, playfully rolling my eyes.

“How erotic.”

“Stop.”

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