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Peter Parker for @scandalous-chaos
"Spiderboy," the Scary Guy in the front said, the one who was so careless with his weapon. He seemed pissed that someone spotted it, and of course, he remembered the vigilante who punched him in the guts last week.
"Wonderful to see you again!" Peter said pleasantly. "But it's Spiderman."
#peter parker#spiderman#.reymb#andrew garfield spiderman#andrew garfield peter parker#andrew garfield#peter parker moodboard#peter parker icons#spiderman moodboard#andrew garfield icons#marvel moodboard#marvel aesthetic#tasm#tasm!peter parker#tasm!spiderman#dark academia#stem academia#stem academia moodboard#cookies and a wounded vigilante#when in doubt knock out the driver#moodboard#aesthetic#for: astoria 🕸️
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This is based off of that one tiktok from @sorruna where it’s the audio from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse.
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Dick Grayson was a sneaky, intelligent little shit.
He was also dumb. These things are not mutually exclusive.
To this day, one of his best kept secrets- one of the many, many that he had now- was something he’d take to his grave.
Or to Jason’s grave, at least.
Dick sat down and began telling the story to ears that would never truly hear it.
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Batman’s voice rumbled behind him as Dick, in his Robin suit, stood blankly on top of a roof.
“I know you snuck out last night, Robin.”
Dick froze, train of thought about his dinner derailed. Holy busted, Batman! Quick! Play dumb!
“Who’s Robin?” He asked, the years of performing in front of a large crowd coming to save his ass.
Not that dumb!
Batman sent him a dry look, reprimand already poised on his lips. Dick, however, was nothing but a good performer. Nay, a dedicated performer.
Quick! Do something out of character! He shouted at himself, panicking visibly. He stepped backwards, an idea appearing in his head. In his defense, it sounded like an amazing idea at the time. He had no idea it would blow up into a Justice League issue. If he had known… Dick would have lied better, probably. There was no way he was going to let B bench him for weeks!
“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelped. Dick apologized mentally to Alfred and his parents. Batman paused, stunned.
“That’s my question. Who are you?!” Bruce asked, immediately hostile. His son doesn’t curse. Well, not in any normal way anyways. Dick quickly backpedaled by yelling at him with a heavy Vlax dialect, missing his parents terribly as he screamed stranger danger in rudimentary Romany. After this, he was going to have to convince Bruce to get him a language tutor. He refused to forget one of the only ties he had left to his parents.
“Wait, wait- you’re my son.” Bruce replied back, in perfect Romany. He looked more convinced but still skeptical.
“My dad is a circus performer! Not a flying rat!” Dick screeched back. He couldn’t help but feel touched about Bruce seeing him like a son.
“Oy! Keep it down out there, you assholes! Some of us like our sleep, damn!” A random Gothamite screamed out of their window.
“Yo, shut the fuck up! The vigilantes are helping to keep the rent low, motherfucker!” Another Gothamite shouted back.
….
Needless to say, Bruce quickly brought Dick back to the cave- with precautions to make sure he didn’t figure out where the Cave was if Dick was actually someone else.
——
“You would have loved it, Little Wing. B was running around like a headless chicken. The memory loss protocol was actually made because of me, you know.” Dick chuckled, sniffling as he talked to the carved gravestone.
It did not reply.
——
The blood tests came back. Yeppers, Dick sarcastically thought, who woulda thought I’m me?
Reinforcements were called in.
Meaning, Batgirl.
“Watch him while I contact Justice League Dark.”
“You think it’s magic?” Barbara asked.
“Yes. There was no one else near our vicinity that could affect Dick like this. He has no head wounds.”
“Eesh. Okay, go. I’ll watch him.”
Bruce disappeared in his zeta tube, looking harried. So, to everyone that’s not a Bat, he looked absolutely terrifying.
“What did you get yourself into now, Boy Wonder?” Barbara sighed. Dick was careful to keep any signs of recognition out of his face.
“Stop calling me that! Where are my parents?!” He asked back. Barbara coughed and looked uncomfortably away.
That’s right, Babs. I’m pulling out the orphan card. Feel bad. Dick hid his feral grin.
“They’re… uh, busy.” Busy being dead, Barbara thought, immediately wincing at her own thoughts. Apparently, Dick thought the excuse was lame too, and he sent her an incredulous look.
“Would you like refreshments, Master Dick?”
“What?”
Alfred held out some cookies on a platter, giving Babs a quelling look as she tried to reach for his share.
“Oh, wow, these are really good!” Dick said as he shoveled cookies into his mouth. He tried to replicate the reaction he had when he tried these for the first time, and from Alfred’s satisfied look, Dick nailed it.
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“Robin doesn’t remember who he is.” Batman rumbled as he all but dragged Zatanna and Constantine by the scuff of their jackets towards the zeta tubes.
“Hey, wait-”
“We have no time.” Batman snarled, tossing the two magic users into the zeta. He punched in the destination.
When they got there, he glared at the two magic users until they got into the cave.
“Damn, Bats. Really living up to your name, huh?”
“Not bad,” Zatanna said as she looked around.
“Robin,” Batman- Bruce- reminded them. He did a quick glance over to check on his kids, and found them satisfactorily uninjured. Though, Barbara was looking worse for wear. Bruce quickly found out why as she stalked to him.
“You deal with him.” She muttered. “I’m going home.”
Bruce blinked and nodded. “Get home safe.”
Zatanna and Constantine followed Batman as he walked towards Robin. It was odd to see the normally laughing child frown.
“It’s you! The kidnapper! Where are my parents?!”
Bruce winced which, for him, was akin to a full body flinch and recoil. No wonder Barbara was so tired.
“Fix it.”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Batsy.” Constantine grumbled.
“Well help, Batman. Though… I’m not sure if he should be doing that.”
Bruce sharply turned his head back to where Dick was. Emphasis on was. Because now, he’s halfway up the giant dinosaur the Robin had insisted they keep.
“Robin, get down from there!”
“Stranger Danger!” Dick hollered back.
Batman- Bruce Wayne- sighed.
“That’s high level magic,” Zatanna hummed. “I can’t feel anything, but I know for sure that he won’t die. Magic like that either dissipates naturally or…”
“Lasts forever,” Constantine finished.
Bruce groaned, shooting off a grappling line and swooping upwards to catch Dick as he fell from the giant dinosaur.
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“I pretended to get my memories back later,” Dick chuckled. “And pretended to forget the whole thing. Bruce was so relieved that I stopped knocking things over and trying to do cartwheels in high places that he totally forgot I snuck out.”
Dick patted the headstone.
“But between you and me? I’m pretty sure Alfred knew. I think B pissed him off that week.”
#y’all is the Romani language spelled Romany#idk if im reading that wrong but did you know the Vlad dialect is the most widespread?#nightwing#dick grayson robin#dick grayson#dick grayson’s gaslight gatekeeper girl boss moment#Bruce Wayne#Batman#Batman and the trials of parenthood#google what to do when your vigilante child seems to have forgotten that he’s a vigilante#Batman using the magic Justice League like a wiki how#minors angst disguised as crack#also my favorite thing to write is brice and dick coping by talking to graves#but not actually talking to the grave’s owner who is actually alive#dick gets better about it#Bruce? not really#English is the fucking worst#Jason Todd#jason Todd’s grave
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lucky
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
summary: matt finally gets to take out the girl that's been leaving care packages at his door for two months.
warnings: swearing, slight angst, tooth rotting fluff (might need to call your dentist after this one)
word count: 3k
a/n: the highly requested fluffy sequel to care packages. thank you to everyone that requested this. i hope you enjoy your first date with matty. ❤️ as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
[part one]
“I hate you, you know that?”
Matt nearly spit out his coffee as he lurched over the conference table slightly, forcing the lukewarm bitter taste down his throat as a wave of incredulous laughter tore through his chest.
“What? Why?”
“Because it isn’t fair. It’s bad enough you’re so goddamn charming, and it’s borderline offensive that you’re like the most attractive dude I’ve ever seen. Not to mention that whole wounded duck routine you’ve got going on that makes all the girls fall at your feet-”
“Foggy, I don’t-”
“-but what’s exceptionally unacceptable is that you somehow managed to find a girl that knows about the horns, and not only didn’t run away, but still agreed to go out with you. Like the fact that you’re a vigilante and a walking human disaster totally didn’t phase her at all. That’s…like…against the rules!”
Matt couldn’t help but snicker at the disgruntled tone lacing his best friend’s exasperated voice, and the way the edges of Foggy’s mouth dipped in displeasure.
“What rules, Foggy?”
“The rules of the universe, Matt. You’ve had too much good fortune-
“Right, like being blinded and orphaned-”
“Oh, shut the hell up. I’m talking about-”
“Guys, please. If you two keep bickering, Matt’s gonna be late. He’s lucky she’s even going out with him at all. Can we finish this?”
Karen glanced between Matt and Foggy with an arch of her brow, trying to hide the smirk that threatened to capture her lips as Matt’s teasing grin faltered into a purse of his lips from that bruise to his ego.
“Wow. Thank you…for that vote of confidence, Karen.”
“It’s true and you know it. Now, both of you sign these damn papers so we can get out of here before she changes her mind.”
Foggy’s expression suddenly turned serious as he focused his attention solely on Matt, staring at him with an accusatory finger pointed in his direction.
“I swear to God, Murdock. If you fuck up my pipeline to those crack cookies, I will never forgive you. You better turn that Matthew Murdock charm up to a million, you got me? I want those cookies, Matt. Cookies.”
»»——— ———««
It had been five days since Matt had asked you to dinner, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. Between the slew of court cases he was elbow deep in and the extra patrol he’d been doing at the docks to bust a trafficking ring, he hadn’t had a chance to talk to you again. He couldn’t feel your presence when he awoke past his alarm in the mornings, and when he finally got home at the Devil’s hour, he could hear you below him sleeping soundly in your bed.
For the past five nights, the harmony of your heart’s rhythm had eased him into a peaceful sleep like a serene lullaby.
But Karen’s words had anxiety filling every single cell in his body as he navigated the bustling streets of Hell’s Kitchen.
What if you had changed your mind?
It had been five days. Five days without getting to speak to you again. Five days without another care package.
That wasn’t unusual, right?
You didn’t follow a strict schedule with them. The drop offs were usually every few weeks. It just wasn’t time for one.
Or maybe you didn’t want to deliver any more of them.
Maybe the reality of who and what he was sank in and gave you cold feet.
Maybe this was over before it began.
“Fuck.”
Matt felt like he was losing his mind playing the role of the plaintiff and the defendant in the case of had he royally fucked this up already. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous to go on a date. Maybe it was because you were the first person he was going on a date with as himself. Not one half concealing the other. Not with a pre-spun web of lies to cover his tracks. Not with a rehearsal to remember to play down his abilities.
All his cards were out on the table, and while he felt an absolute rush of liberation that you knew the truth already, the consequences of that truth were daunting and seemed to be lurking around every corner of his mind. By the time he reached his door, his clammy hands kept slipping over his key, and sweat had started to bead uneasily along his hairline.
Should he call this whole thing off?
He really didn’t want to.
Did you want him to call it off?
He prayed you didn’t.
Had you been thinking about him for the past five days too?
He really hoped so.
»»——— ———««
When Matt finally made it to your door, he was nearly out of breath and his cheeks were flushed with heat. He had changed three times because you had, and he didn’t want to be over or underdressed. He focused his senses intently on you, trying to decipher the materials and textures of the outfit you finally settled on. You had music playing as you got ready, and for a few moments Matt just paused and listened to you hum along. You seemed to be in a good mood, and that eased his nerves considerably.
Was it wrong for him to invade on your privacy like that? The angel on his shoulder was already adding it to the laundry list for his confession on Sunday. But the Devil in him argued that he was going to hear you anyway. It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help what his senses picked up.
Fifteen minutes before he was supposed to meet you at your door, Matt panicked and realized he hadn’t got you any flowers, and promptly ran down the street in search of a vendor. He spent eight minutes trying to pick some out. He didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, and roses felt too cliche and insincere. He wanted to pick something special, something that showed he put thought into them, even if he had run to get them right before he was supposed to pick you up.
The vendor had talked him into a bouquet of violet peonies, and since he didn’t have time to spare, he raced back praying that this was the one flower you didn’t hate or God forbid were allergic to.
Matt took a moment to gather himself outside your door; wiping the sweat from his brows with the back of his hand, attempting to steady his rapid breathing, smoothing his windblown hair back into place, and reciting a quiet Lord’s Prayer for good measure.
When his knuckles finally collided with your door to knock, he didn’t know if his heart was racing from the marathon he had just run, or because of you.
The light patter of your feet eagerly approaching the door caused a smile to grace his lips, and once he tuned out the sound of his own heart raging in his ears, he could hear yours fluttering in your chest like a hummingbird.
You were nervous too.
There was a bright smile on your lips, and a light twinge of embarrassment from how quickly you had flung your door open, and you let out a quiet laugh at your own expense.
“Hi Matthew.”
God, he had forgotten how melodic your voice sounded, and how much he suddenly loved his own name hearing it fall from your lips.
“Just Matt, is okay. Only my priest calls me Matthew. And, well…a few judges in the courtroom. And my partners when I cause them undue stress in the workplace. I mean you…you can call me whatever you want, whatever’s more comfortable. It’s just-it’s kinda formal, and you don’t have to-”
“Matt’s nice. I like Matt.”
“Matt likes you.”
Matt internally grimaced as those words slipped past his lips, and the mixture of disapproval and mortification on his face from his own blunder caused a fit of giggles to erupt from your mouth.
“Well, then we’re on the same page. Glad we’ve covered that base for tonight.”
He let out a breathy chuckle as he dipped his head for a moment, trying to find the source of his usual easy charm to refuel his glaring depletion. He cleared his throat as tilted his head to the side slightly, gazing blankly past his crimson glasses in the direction of your face with a somewhat shy smile on his full lips while delicately handing you the bouquet.
“I uh…didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked, but the guy said these were the prettiest ones he had.”
Warmth spread across the tops of your cheeks when your fingers lightly brushed against his to retrieve his thoughtful offering, your lips immediately splitting into a wide grin.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you, Matt. I love peonies. How did you know purple was my favorite color?”
Matt perked up at that, and he stood up a little straighter as a proud, dimple-showcasing, toothy grin took over his mouth.
“Lucky guess.”
“Do you always get so lucky?”
“I guess we’ll find out tonight.”
Matt’s dazzling grin immediately dropped, and you could see his eyes widen behind the cherry tinted lenses. As his face paled and his lips parted in horror, his brows shot up above the frame of his glasses.
“Oh God, I didn’t-that wasn’t…I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not-you’re not-this isn’t…I meant the date. Not that I’m expecting anything-I wouldn’t-I just…meant I hope it goes well. I didn’t-Jesus fucking Christ.”
You were nearly in tears with laughter as Matt stumbled over his words. A part of you felt bad for laughing at the clarity of his humiliation, but it was so endearing knowing he was just as affected by his nerves as you were. This man that went out every night to take down dangerous criminals, and was arguably the most feared man in the city himself, was standing in front of your door stumbling over an apology about an unintended double entendre.
Reaching out to place your hand on his arm, you gave it a reassuring squeeze, momentarily distracted by the dense muscle you felt beneath the soft material of his shirt, before smiling at him in sympathy as you attempted to control your laughter.
“Matt, it’s okay. Really.”
He let out a deep exhale, his tongue darting out to wet his lips quickly as he let out a short and dry chuckle. Matt nodded his head in your direction, a faint curve of self-deprecation on his lips.
“Is this the worst first date you’ve ever been on?”
There was a teasing tone accompanying the timber of his voice, but layered beneath you could detect a chord of genuine curiosity intermingled with trepidation. The smile on your lips only grew as you looked up at him.
“Actually, it’s one of the best.”
Matt was completely in awe of you. There wasn’t a single falter in your heart’s rhythm. He felt his lips easily mirroring the smile that was on yours, reaching his hand out to lightly grasp your elbow as your hand was still comfortably placed on his bicep.
“What would I have to do to make it the best?”
“Hm. What’s for dinner?”
“Italian. That I know you like.”
A soft noise of content hummed from your throat, and the grin that bloomed on your lips triggered his own.
“Yeah, you’re definitely in my top three right now. But, the night is still young.”
Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at the playful invitation that flowed from your voice.
“Top three? I can work with that. I like a challenge.”
»»——— ———««
The restaurant Matt brought you to was a quaint, family owned spot just a few blocks away from your shared apartment building. It’s a place he had passed by on several instances, the aroma of fresh produce and homemade pasta sauce passed down through generations capturing the intrigue of his senses every time he crossed its path, but he had wanted to save it for a special occasion like a celebratory fifty year old bottle of champagne.
And tonight, he was popping the cork on it with you.
The space was incredibly cozy. Tea light candles flickered romantically on every table and cast an amber glow in the somewhat dim lightning. Collections of sepia and noir photos of large families and historic Italian architecture decorated the walls. The imported Sangiovese was rich in tannins and bold in flavor, caressing your tongue like bittersweet velvet. And the loud personality and thick accent of your waiter repeating your orders off in an alluring symphony of Italian made you feel like you and Matt had somehow been transported straight from Hell’s Kitchen to Italy just by passing through the door.
Both of your nerves seemed to evaporate into the breeze flowing through the open windows with every splash of burgundy against your lips and exchange of exquisite flavor from your dishes. Matt asked you questions with childlike excitement, eager to learn more about you, studying you with the exact same enthusiasm he showed important cases that were of the utmost importance to him.
In return, he found himself answering your own inquisitions easily without having to spare the devilish and more complicated details. It was so incredibly emancipating to not have to pretend with you. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t having to play a character. He could just be…Matt.
You approached every question with genuine curiosity and a respectful distance of where his invisible boundaries might be, and it made his heart soar that you were trying so hard to carefully craft his comfort. Matt had known that he was enthralled with you the first time he met you, but by the time dessert came, he was absolutely smitten.
He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself, but he also didn’t want the night to end.
“Can I walk you home?”
“Hm, I don’t know. You sure it isn’t too out of your way?”
Even if Matt couldn’t feel the way your lips parted into a huge smile, he could hear it in the cadence of your voice. The subtle joke made him chuckle as he nodded his chin in your direction, his own mouth pulling into a charming smirk.
“I’d still offer even if you lived in Long Island.”
The sudden spill of heat across the tops of your cheeks and the quiet sharp intake of your breath had his heart pounding faster in his chest.
“I suddenly wish I did.”
Even though your tone was playful, he could detect the implications behind your words. You didn’t want this night to end either, and that had him soaring up to cloud nine. Feeling emboldened by your indirect confession, Matt reached his hand out slowly to brush his fingertips against the palm of your hand, easily threading his fingers through your own, reveling in the softness of your skin that he had missed. He felt a spark every time your pulse resonated against his own, and his cheeks nearly hurt from how much he was smiling.
“I prefer you living a floor below me.”
By the time the two of you reached your front door, Matt couldn’t tell if it was the electricity from the building buzzing in his ears or the anticipation that kept building the entire walk, growing larger and larger like a snowball ready to plow into his chest to cause an avalanche when you turned your body to face him. As your thumb lightly brushed against the back of his scarred knuckles, a question that had been bouncing around in his head all evening could no longer go unanswered.
“So, as far as first dates go, what’s the verdict? Did I move up at all?”
Matt splayed his most charming smile across his plump lips, and while the flirtation in his voice was evident, so was the unmistakable undertone of uncertainty. The blood rushing through his veins was roaring in his ears like tides crashing against the shore during a storm.
“I’d say you made it to the top two.”
Matt cocked his head to the side slightly, seemingly surprised by your answer, his brows raising above the browline of his glasses slightly.
“Second place?”
“Unless you’ve got a last minute testimony for me to rule in your favor, Counselor.”
Your voice remained soft and teasing, but your heart was fluttering violently in your chest, like the hummingbird was trying to escape its cage. Matt carefully let go of your hand, reaching up to pull his glasses away from his face, baring himself completely before you as he slipped the crimson lenses into his pocket. The slight gasp from seeing his eyes for the first time that caught in your throat caused a bashful smile to appear on his lips.
His tongue darted out to wet them quickly, catching a taste of the tiramisu you shared still lingering on your tongue. He wanted to devour it from your lips. Taking a bold step forward, he did his best to fix his gaze where he thought yours was, leaning in slightly until your noses were merely an inch apart, the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips.
“May I?”
His voice seemed to have dropped an octave lower, coming out in an intimate whisper that you answered all too eagerly.
“Yes.”
Matt couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickly closed the sliver of distance between you, pressing his lips to yours with a satisfied groan, feeling a surge of pride at the way your breath caught in your throat. For a good thirty seconds, you actually stopped breathing. When he reluctantly broke the kiss, he brushed his lips against yours and whispered into them softly.
“Breathe.”
The second the command slipped off his tongue, you exhaled heavily before sucking in a sharp drag of oxygen, and Matt couldn’t stop the smug grin that overtook his entire mouth.
“Well, sweetheart? What’s the verdict now?”
“Yeah…yeah, yeah definitely in the number one spot.”
Matt beamed at the breathlessness of your voice, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you in closer to his chest as he purred into your ear.
“Lucky me.”
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#matt murdock#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x female reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x f!reader#matt murdock fic#daredevil#daredevil fic
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You're like me
ai-less whumptober 2023
day 9- scar reveal
fandom- Danny phantom x batman
TW- blood, dissection, nothing graphic
summary- The pit has been feeling strange lately. Then Jason hears a sound from the apartment next door. An apartment that's supposed to be empty.
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part 1 of DLM
Jason was glad when the end of patrol came along. He had been on edge since this morning, though he hadn’t been able to pinpoint why. He had checked up on all his business ventures and looked into gang activity, but everything seemed normal.
The worst thing was that the Pit had felt like it was stirring. It was weird though. Usually when the Pit stirred Jason felt angry, but this just left him feeling as if there was something he needed to do. Or maybe it was a warning? He wasn’t sure.
So, he was glad to be heading back to his safehouse where he would be able to bake some cookies and sit back with a good book in order to destress.
The cookies had just come out of the oven and he was reading while he waited for them to cool. He wasn't a heathen like certain older brothers who burned their tongues because they ate the cookies right out of the oven.
Then Jason heard a thump and a quiet curse from the apartment next door. The apartment that was supposed to be empty. The apartment that should be empty because Jason rented the apartments to either side of his so they wouldn't hear him coming back from vigilantism.
Quietly, Jason stood and grabbed his nearest gun. He quietly exited his apartment and walked to the neighboring door. The apartment had furniture so he could barge in and claim whoever was there was trespassing, but he kept quiet. There wasn’t a good reason why someone would be in his apartment. There wasn’t anything to steal. Either it was an unlucky thief or someone who knew that Jason lived next door.
He quietly unlocked the door then slammed it open and pointed his gun into the room. Then he froze.
That was a kid. A kid was sitting on the floor staring at him with wide eyes.
And then Jason registreed the blood.
He holstreed his gun and put his hands up. “Hey, kid. Mind telling me what you’re doing in my apartment?”
The kid didn’t say anything.
“Do you need some help with that?” Jason gestured to the bloody towel the kid was holding to his stomach.
“No! I’m good! So, sorry to be in your haunt. I’ll leave now.” The kid made to stand up but his legs gave out on him.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. That looks like a nasty wound and I’ve got a first aid kit. And if you let me help you, I’ll also give you something to eat.” Jason tried to project an air of calm and safety and he felt the pit stir, but it didn’t feel angry. It felt comforting? Whatever. He’d deal with that later. Right now he had a hurt, scared kid he needed to help.
“I’ll take the first aid kit. But I can do it myself.”
Jason raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Okay, it’s in the bathroom so I’ll be right back.” he walked quickly to the bathroom fearing that if he took to long the kid would leave.
By the time he got back the kid was leaning against the couch his eyes half closed.
“I got the kit.” Jason said as he set it close to the kid.
As the kid reached to take it Jason asked, “What can I call you instead of kid?”
The kid frowned but shifted to stare at him. It was honestly kind of unnerving and Jason did his best to project calm, after a few seconds the kid seemed to relax.
“Danny.”
“Nice to meet you, Danny. I’m Jason.”
Danny gave a slight smile that looked more like a grimace then opened the first aid kit. Jason watched as he took out a needle and tried to thread it but his hands were shaking so badly he was having trouble.
“Shoot.” Danny said as the needle slipped from his fingers.
“Here, let me.” Jason said as he slowly reached out to take the needle and thread. Danny watched him closely but didn’t say anything. After he threaded the needle he turned to look at Danny. “It would probably be easier if I did the stitches. It would be bad if your finger slipped and you poked the wrong part or threaded the needle wrong. I promise I’ll be careful.”
DAnny stared at him long enough that Jason thought he was going to refuse. Then said, “It’s not a normal injury.”
Jason smirked. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve seen plenty of injuries. I am a Gothamite.”
Danny frowned at him for a moment before sighing and turning away as he lifted his shirt up.
The pit roared inside Jason.
The bleeding was coming from a gash in the kid’s side where it looked like he’d been stabbed. But there was also…
That was…
That was a dissection scar.
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AN- I plan to continue this but it probably won’t be until after October because I want to focus on completing the challenges I'm participating in.
#ailesswhumptober#ailesswhumptober2023#day 9#scar reveal#Danny phantom#batman#dp x dc#dp x dc fanfic#Jason todd#Danny fenton#dissection#blood#dead like me
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The love of a Hero
An Old Friend
Previous: Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4
A/n: here’s a new story for ya! This time with the star Dick Grayson!!!!
Warning: Fight, Wounds
Description: You catch up with an old friend in the city over dinner and cookies.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader
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This was the first time you had lived in the city alone but not the first time living in Gotham. A long time ago, you had run away from home. You were an angry teenager and needed to find comfort somewhere other than your home. Some close friends, basically your second family, lived in the city. You stayed with them for little over a year, it took awhile to convince them to let you stay but they did. It was one of the happiest times of your childhood, you belonged with these people. Of course that didn’t last forever and you left, or more so was taken from them.
As you hurried to clocked out from your night shift your pocket buzzed. Dick was calling your phone, you held the phone to your ear. “What’s up” you greeted him.
“You free?” He sounds like he’s moving around.
“Yeah I just got off work” you answered honestly
“I’m about to finish up a job, do you wanna hang out after?” He asked feeling a little guilty about not seeing you sooner.
“Oh have you finally made time for me” you say a tiny bit annoyed because he’s been blowing you off since you’ve moved.
“Hey come o-“ there’s a loud grunt and a slam through the phone. “Oh that one hurt” he whinces
You laugh softly, “I’ll make you dinner, stop by my place when your done” you reply with a smile.
“You’d make such a good wife” he jokes and you roll your eyes
“In your dreams, boy wonder” you press the red “end call” button and hurry home.
An hour later there’s a knock on you window. You jump not expecting it, turning to face the window you see dick all beat up waving at you like an idiot. You unlock the window and let him in. “Took you long enough” you mutter hands on your hips. He starts walking into the kitchen, “I made your favorite”.
Dick makes a dramatic stop and takes in a big whiff of the air, “cookies!” He exclaims like a child. You laugh to yourself, he hasn’t changed in the years you’ve been gone.
“I just put them in there so it’ll be awhile” you say reaching for your first aid kit, “let me clean you up, I have some of your old clothes but idk if they’ll still fit it’s been a long time since I saw you” he’s definitely grown in the years you’ve been gone. You look him up and down, you can tell that his new “job” has done wonders for his body. You’re face heats up, he is friend, just my friend. You quickly turn and go grab his clothes.
You two eat and catch up, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen each other in person. The last few years have been filled with texts and long phone calls. It felt good to be in each others presence again. He’s been your best friend since diapers and knows everything about you.
“How’s your new job treating you” he asks in between shoving his mouth.
“I’ve only been there two weeks but I’m really enjoying it” you smile to yourself thinking about your new job. “How’s being a vigilante” you say with a raised brow.
He smiles, “it has its ups and downs, as you know” you give him a look and he quickly changes the topic. “So how’d you get Alfred to give you his cookie recipe” he smirks.
You laugh and roll your eyes. “That recipe is between me and him, you never gonna get” you both laugh. You don’t get to spend as much time with him as you wanted. He gets called back into “the field” pretty earlier into the night. You hug goodbye and he descends back out the window.
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Hello! You've found The Blog! Welcome to the Masterlist!
Ao3 | Discord | Main Blog | Reblog Blog | Writing Archive
Links may be finicky, in the meantime, if something looks interesting ask me about it!
Coldest Girl In Coldtown
And I Loved You So Much I Turned Around
Behind Borrowed Blood
Bloody Phosphenes
By Definition, We’re Not Insane Yet
If Home Is Where The Heart Is, Where Do The Heartless Rest?
Infected Pearl au
No Pandemic Au
Pearl Bach And The Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad (88) Days
Thorns and Tombstones
Time Loop
"1800s" au
Harry Potter
A Conspiracy Of Errors
A Week In A Day
And Salt The Earth Behind You
Antithesis / Charlie's Demons
Arial Anarchy
Cobra Lily
Dark As Dried Blood
Dark Magic For Dummies
Emotional Support Cookies
Gentle As Flaking Blood
Harry Potter Does Not Exist (A Presentation)
Hyacinth
I'm Gonna Kill Santa Claus (But Uno Reverse)
Incubus
It’s Only Right As A Math Problem
Judge My Carmine Fingertips (It Won't Make Them Clean)
No Rest For The Wicked
Not Every Open Wound (Is Simply Healed By Time)
Not (Our Parents’) Children
Nothing Like A Trail Of Blood To Lead You Home
Obliviate
Seven Months Away
Swing a Scepter, Wear A Crown
The Potter-Riddle foundation for abandoned children
The Soul Feels Like The Universe / I Feel As Though I've Been On This Earth Before
There Is Magic In Every Living Thing
Three War Orphans In A Magic Castle
War Crimes Verse
Win Come Late
You Held My Heart In Your Hands
Miraculous Ladybug
A Bug To Bee Talk
A Day In The Life Of - Mafia Au
A Miraculous Mix Up
A Study In Friendship
ANJR
Be Still My Undead Heart
Bursting Bubbles of Bad Luck
Chronicles of Ladybug and Baset
Climbing the Louvre
Depth of Cold
Four is Quantic but five is too
G-day: a celebration of Girlfriends and Glitter
Going outside (for more than the view)
Is It Really Safe?
It's in the blood
I’m Literally Right Here
Luck of the claws
Miracle Fighters
Moving Places
My Safety Isn’t The Concern
No Longer A Villian
Paper Lanterns
Plume Reign
Red’s the Color Of Your Heart
Rena
Scarlet Swords
Shades of Warmth
Sharing is Caring
Skipped a Step
Sunshine and Roses
The Marinette Lucky Charm
These Hopeless Helpless Miraculous-Wielding Romantics
We Recover Only To Be Broken Again
You’ll Survive
Crossover Fics
#girlsupportinggirls
Carrying capacity
Circus au / Into The Mixing Bowl
Closer Than Friends
Exchange of blades
Feathers and Shells
Geronimo Weasley
Ghostinette
Gifts Between Girls
How To Live (When You've Long Been Dead)
Immortal Children
Ivory Shadows
Jaded eyes, stolen stories (Jaded eyes, poached prophecies)
Jagged Leaves
Life goes on
Location Soulmate au
Marinette's Guide To Adopting The Local Vigilante
Power he knows not
Princess Mara au
Queen, Devil, Champion
Recruiting Red
Robbery chatfic
Seven Faces over Seven Continents
Switching and Swapping
Tales of the Tacticional Twins
Talon mindshare
Tim Drake-Wayne vs Albus Dumbledore
Trained Together
Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead
Wine Aunts Salt au
Wishes Fishes
My Hero Academia
Borrow
Hold Your Bloody Head Up High
How Long Can Someone Be Lost
Lost In Translation
They Call Them Feral
We're All Dead Here
Wingfic
Scooby-Doo
Eldritch Doos au
Gang Soulmate au
Summer camp au
HTTYD
Dragonborn
The one where Dagur is a good brother
The one where Dragon Riders are their own tribe | Feral Hiccup au #1
The One where Dragons are actually Aliens
The one where everyone is secretly friends
The one where Heather and Mala pop in during HTTYD1
The one where Hiccup and his brother kill the red death before realizing they’re brothers | Feral Hiccup au #4
The one where Hiccup Gets Hurt in the ring
The one where Hiccup Runs Away (and meets the wingmaidens) | Feral Hiccup au #2
The One Where Stoick Suffers Despite His Best Efforts | Feral Hiccup au #5
The one with the human sacrifice except Dagur is a faithful husband and very offended | Feral Hiccup au #3
JCA
Hypermnesia
Reacquisition
Danny Phantom
Age Swap Au
Three Feet To The Left
Walk Beside My Corpse (It's the memory that decays)
Welfare Check
Other
In The Vacuum You Left Behind
Keep Me In Balance
Prerecognition
The Fuzzy Duckling
The Name of Frankenstein
The Paris Fic
We Dared Open The Door
Some fics did not make the list. Considering how many I have, that’s not a surprise. They can live in the docs for a little while longer.
If you wanna chat; ask box is always open, and otherwise there’s the shared discord (mostly HP but I WILL eventually get us an entire CGIC area).
If you’re interested in other topics! Nino Lahiffe Appreciation Squad Discord - Ethereal Grimoire Discord - Maribat Insanity II (link upon request)
Otherwise, a wild DK may be spotted but I don’t have rights to those links and I’d rather catch you by the throat from behind. ^~^
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current list of the lexic gendies im working on- feel free to send in lexic requests!
scorn, network, internet, hack, spyware, software, tomb, cemetery, pandemic, epidemic, debonair, slay, slaughter, cyber, cybersecurity, cyberspace, assassin, massacre, website, data, vendetta, fury, slasher, crime, criminal, drone, heist, fugitive, nuclear, destroy, radiation, pixel, conspiracy, saint, sinner, cookie, warp, mindwarp, malice, meat, wound, cut, gash, vampire, starve, cannibal, carnival, circus, creature, crazy, devour, dragon, witch, wizard, mage, magical, butch, twink, fag, faggot, faggy, trick, tricky, trickster, honeypie, bone, finger, decompose, shocking, electrify, wing, believe, beg, grim, gloom, it, fatal, greedy, weapon, interstellar, deadly, planetary, desperate, hatred, goddess, medieval, mortal, immortal, clock, monarch, goth, punk, pain, dungeon, prison, labyrinth, dinosaur, vindictive, psychedelic, captive, hostage, homicide, tyrant, arson, thief, acid, taunt, suicide, carcass, roadkill, scavenger, vulture, invisible, victory, loveless, heartless, turigirl, occult, poison, symbol, achillean, alive, masc, love, heart, jealousy, ace, aro, spade, ripple, skeleton, goofy, fallen, skull, spy, fae, agent, deceit, elixir, potion, disgust, extraterrestrial, bloodsucker, library, archive, locust, break, drown, phobia, liar, vigilante, technology, maggot, lethal, disease, rogue, vermin, plague, alien, frog, rip, venom, toxic, birb, snek, button, crow, heathen, crown, thorn, abuse, murderous, devil, shriek, shrivel, scream, scar, diabolical, bury, funeral, anxiety, obsession, depression, paranoia, paranoid, manipulate, martyr, blessing, trigger, sword, knight, mushroom, lesbian, sapphic, bisexual, pansexual, gay, villainous, chaotic, villain, disdain, noodle, dreadful, nugget, hideous, gruesome, morbid, ghast, ghastly, ghoul, bomb, blooper, nevermore, awful, bloodlust, bloodthirsty, disaster, omen, horrid, hellish, loathe, nasty, petrifying, shiver, shudder, scandal, scandalous, threaten, terrifying, trauma, epiphany, ephemeral, illuminate, irenic, aesthetic, blade, bleed, bloody, amnesia, needle, syringe, harvest, killer, carve, eyestrain, strangle, struggle, suffer, suffocate, sickness, guilty, fever, blame, rebellion, utopia, dystopia, idyllic, dirty, clean, cringe, cringy, delusion, delusional, hallucinate, vengeance, ravenous, beast, beastly, vague, deathcute, violence, carnage, beyond, antihero, supervillain, forevermore, rage, rampage, rainbow, hostile, risk, enemy, bloodshot, bloodshed, revenge, explode, cyborg, virus, malware, malevolent, malice, malicious
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Masterlist 5
Matthew Murdock
The devil at your window - Chapter Story Masterlist
First impressions - Fluff
Here - Angst, Hurt Comfort
Gorgon reader au - Fluff, Some Angsty Talk
Call me - Little bit of Hurt Comfort, Fluff
Matt x Jen Walters - Fluff
Boyfriend? - Fwb to lovers, Tension?
Hallucinate (Matt x Powered Reader) - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8/Final
Love to hate you (powered reader!) - Angst, Fluff
Waste my time - Smut, Angst
Just working - Fluff, Smut
100 days - Angst, Hurt Comfort
Flicker - Depressed reader Comfort Blurb
Stay - Slight Comfort Blurb
Chamomile - Hurt Comfort
Dreaming of a grave - Chapter 4
Confessions - Fluff
A reveal - Fluff
Pretty boy - Fluff
Fluff blurb
Shh! Don’t say anything! - Fluff, Blurb
Best friend blues - Angst, Fluff
Up against the window - Smut
Sensory deprivation - Smut
Ghostin - Part 1
The girl before - Angst, Blurb
A simple favor- Fluff, Angst
Pinky promise - Angst, Fluffy Fluff
Solidarity - Angst, Fluff
Dreaming of a grave - Chapter 5
The wages of sin - Priest Matt, Smut
You have the body - College Matt, Smut
Unicorns need love too - Fluff, Hurt Comfort
Sunlight - Angst
All my battles - Fluff, Comfort
Gasp - Smut Blurb
Empty headed - Smut
Pretty boy - Smut Blurb
Zip and rewind - Smut Blurb
Peace - hoh!reader, Fluff, Smut Adjacent
Buttercup Masterlist
Cooking up love masterlist
TMNT crossover hcs
An ode to a coat - Smut
Ours - Smut
S.M.S - Smut
Three little Murdock - Fluff
Hc for “munch” murdock - Smut
Fluff blurb
Will you be mine? - Fluff
Valentine’s Day hcs - Fluff
Valentine’s Day with Matt
If you need to be mean - Angst, Hurt Comfort
Sensitive - Hurt Comfort, Fluff
Sensation - Smut
Be mine forever? - Fluff, Smut
Right here, right now - Smut
Mismatched bridesmaid - Fluff, Smut
Weed cookies - Fluff
Perfect places - Fluff
The grudge - Angst, Hurt Comfort
Watch your mouth - Smut hc
Halloween - Smut
“Daddy” Matt blurb - Fluff
Billy Russo x reader x Frank Castle x Matt Murdock - Smut
“Daddy” Matt helping you stick to your routines - Fluff, Smut, Blurb
Mean!Matt Hc/Burb? - Smut
Getting high together - Little angst? Fluff
Fogwell’s - Fluff Blurb
Running in the dark - Angst, Tiny bit of Fluff/Comfort
The force is strong with him - Hcs? Smut
Cozy blurb - Fluff
The devils game - Vigilante!Reader, Suggestive
The barista - Fluff, Drabble
Cuddling after patrol - Fluff, Blurb
“Sassy” college Matt - Fluff, Blurb
A work of art - Fluff
Addict - Angst, Smut
Frank Castle
Let me handle it - Smut
Solidarity - (Platonic Frank), Angst, Fluff
Shush - Smut
All up in smoke - Smut Adjacent, Fluff
Brat taming blurb - Smut
Valentine’s Day hcs - Fluff
Billy Russo x reader x Frank Castle x Matt Murdock - Smut
Dick Grayson
Cockwarming Hc
Benjamin Pointdexter
Aim for my heart - Part 1, Part 2
Billy Russo
Billy Russo x reader x Frank Castle x Matt Murdock - Smut
Aaron Hotchner
Steady hand - Fluff
Having rough sex for the first time w/him - Smut, Blurb
Love, guilt, and other wounds - Angst
Casual - Smut hcs
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QNA (ooc)
WHAT IS THIS?
This is a drawn character ask blog! Inspired by the likes of @/utahlive, but with the characters featured in @rjsketchboook's (das me) aus and fics.
WHY
Because I want to. I also want to draw more, and prevent plotholes. I am cringe but I am free.
HOW DOES THIS WORK?
Submit a question in the ask box to a certain character from the list included in this post (With the au or fic name, please.), and it will be drawn by yours truely.
WHO MANAGES THIS BLOG?
As stated earlier, @rjsketchboook manages this blog. You can call the manager any of these names: Robin, RJ, or Siren. The manager uses Xe/She pronouns, currently.
WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE AN AI?
I am sick. My brain doesn't work well when I'm sick.
FICS, AUS, AND CHARACTERS
TIKGOA
TLDR: A published and cancelled DSMP + MCYT Ensemble superpower fic, in which an unpowered TommyInnit (Thomas Ianston) joins an Elite superhero group.
ASKABLE CHARACTERS (Some characters from the original story have not been included, intentionally)
TommyInnit/ The Radical Raccoon - Member of the Elite
Wilbur Soot/ Archangel (II) - Vigilante
Philza/ Archangel (I) - Retired Hero, Ex Elite Member
Technoblade / Wounded Boar - Retired Hero
Niki Nihachu / Prometheus - Member of the Elite
Jack Manifold / Epimetheus - Villain
Foolish Gamers / Horus - Leader of the Elite
Quackity/ Mallard - Mayor of the Gallows, former Elite Member
Awesamdude / Warden (I) - Member of the Elite
Eret / Monarch - Member of the Elite
CPK / Vixen - Villain
Tubbo_ - Civilian
RanbooLive / Echo - Villain
Zombie Cleo - Civilian
Shubble - Assistant of the Elite
Purpled - Mercenary
Punz - Mercenary
EthoSlab - Civilian
Martyn ITLW / Mars - Outcasts Member
Mumbo Jumbo - Manager of the Elite
Jimmy Solidarity / Canary - Outcasts Member
GeminiTay / Gemini - Outcasts Leader
RenDog / Lycan - Outcasts Member
TinaKitten / Artemis - Outcasts Member
Callahan /Harpocrates - Outcasts Member
BigB / Cookie Man - Outcasts Member
Pearlescent Moon / 5Am - Outcasts Member
Grian / Poultry Man/ Xelqua - Former Leader of the Elite, Villain
GTWS / HotGuy - Retired Hero
Bdubs - Civilian
ANNUS QUINDECIM
TLDR: WIP DSMP Timetravel fic ft MCYT Ensemble. Tommy and Quackity are thrown 15 years into the furture where L'manburg is back and Purpled is president of Las Nevadas. Also, egg cult. and Watchers. SPOILER WARNING FOR THE ANSWERS AND CHARACTERS!!!! Tommy and Quackity (OG timeline) have been removed, since they're written as close to the source material as possible.
ASKABLE MAJOR CHARACTERS:
Q (Quackity, 15 year variant)
Purpled (President of Las Nevadas)
Foolish (Emperor of the Solstice)
Eret (Advisor to Eret)
Wilbur (Royal Archives Curator)
Badboyhalo (Leader of the Badlands)
Tubbo (President of L'manburg)
Nihachu (Vice Pres. of L'manburg)
ASKABLE MINOR CHARACTERS:
Pretty much any English MCYT Plus the following Spanish CCs:
Spreen (Las Nevadas Mercenary + Bodyguard)
ElRubius (Las Nevadas Citizen - Unfleshed Out Character
-Note, certain characters will be unable to answer questions, due to LORE reasons.
THE GARDEN
TLDR: WIP DSMP fantasy fic with gods and a monster virus. Not published yet. Tommy becomes a guard to fight the monsters, but is also related to the King. Inspired by Passerine and the Stars and Their Children, and Through a Glass Divine.
ASKABLE CHARACTERS:
Eret - King of (CURRENTLY UNNAMED KINDGOM), Demigod
TommyInnit - Enforcer Trainee
Foolish - Royal Advisor, Former Head Enforcer Instructor, God of the Ocean and Storms
Badboyhalo - Head Enforcer Instructor (Yes, he can fight in this universe)
Niki Nihachu - Enforcer Instructor, Senior Enforcer
Tubbo_ - Enforcer Trainee
Wilbur Soot - Senior Enforcer
Eryn Cyberonix - Enforcer
Jack Manifold - Enforcer
Asks about Romance and/or Sex will be ignored and deleted <3
Any other OOC comments will be marked by parentheses.
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Hi! You reblogged my insanity. Have more. I'm going to haunt you now! Bye!
Vigilante Izuku who is incredibly dramatic about all the wrong things. A bruise? Life ending. "Ohhh Eraserhead I'm seeing the light- auughh I'm dead." A literal stab wound? "yeah it hurts but I think I could manage school like this tomorrow. It needs stitches? Nahhhh."
Frequently eats abominations against God (orange juice and cookies for example) but thinks pineapple on pizza is a crime worse than murder.
Bites. He bites so much. He has a goal to bite every hero he can. Why? He doesn't know. They just deserve it. It's not a particularly hard bite. He just kinda. Chomps them. Y'know?
He did research on taxes to know how to lie about commiting tax fraud. He has never seen an actual tax form in his life.
Uses money he "borrows" from criminals during patrols to buy food and jugs of water for stray dogs and cats. Has also managed to befriend a group of raccoons.
He is such a mamas boy he couldn't lie to this woman if he wanted to. When she asked where he was going at night he was like "okay so don't freak out but like i might be doing vigilantism, BUT it's not vigilantism if I don't use my quirk to hurt the villains, so technically-" and then his mom made him start telling her when he'd be leaving and text him every hour. He was also not allowed to keep leaving through the window because that's sus as hell.
Yeah ok this is funny
#bnha#love me some vigilante deku#imagine if i had reblogged this to my barely touched bnha blog instead of this one shsjskskss
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━JANUARY 2022; susan's recs
MARVEL
━━BUCKY BARNES
voicemails @lovelybarnes
the right partner @bucky-bucket-barnes
sunflower @mollygetssherlockcoffee
you still get burned; however small; where there's smoke; there's fire @indyluckycharlie
choices @subwaysurf45
miracle, baby; part 2; part 3 @nexusnyx
name day @↑
crawl home to her @↑
location: westview @↑
━━DRUIG
that regulars friend @contentconsumer
SPIDER-MAN
━━ANDREW!PETER PARKER
you aren’t gwen @thebrookelupin
two sides; part 2; part 3; part 4 @sunny-reys
you love me, i love you @rintsuru
rhythm @irndad
attention @caramelcal
cookies and wounded vigilante @scandalous-chaos
spiderman's in love! source: trust me @↑
modern art @↑
caviar and cigarettes @↑
tulips to kiss you with @↑
right where you left me; part 2; part 3; part 4; part 5; part 6; part 7 @loeyparker
one in the same @finnwrld
polaroids @sunnymaybank
best friends @ptersparkers
gratitude @eunoiathewriter
the first fall of snow @lupinbrekker
mission i'm possibly in love with you @agnesamarantheastwood
━━FRANCO!HARRY OSBORN!
forgive me @fqjth
OUTER BANKS
━━JJ MAYBANK
whipped @ptersparkers
HARRY POTTER
━━DRACO MALFOY
protectors @tea-at-the-magicshop
perfect prefect @dracowars
one bed, two enemies @↑
MARAUDER'S ERA
━━REMUS LUPIN
twilight and full moons @scandalous-chaos
━━JAMES POTTER
mortal enemies @scandalous-chaos
saudade @gotkindabored
━━SIRIUS BLACK
back home @scandalous-chaos
dreaming of you @gotkindabored
━━REGULUS BLACK
drunk nights; part 2 @scandalous-chaos
wishes and a gift @↑
the best man @↑
GRISHAVERSE
━━KAZ BREKKER
silent birthdays @sunnymaybank
nightmares @fishley
━━JESPER FAHEY
let's groove tonight @genyaakostyk
to climb @↑
ON MY BLOCK
━━OSCAR DIAZ
claim @biisexualemma
admit it @↑
nervous @↑
drunk @↑
family first @↑
good enough @↑
always you @↑
boys ain't shit @↑
ENCANTO
━━CAMILO MADRIGAL
shape-shifting frolics; part 2 @radiorenjun
TEEN WOLF
━━ISAAC LAHEY
(not) jealous @sunny-reys
DIVERGENT
━━FOUR
the replacement @sunny-reys
lies @↑
EUPHORIA
━━FEZCO
hugs from your dealer @bubblegumspacebxtch
trust the dealer @↑
she's a good girl @satanhalsey
the trials and tribulations of a dealer @vyserion
cold cuts in the moonlight @goldenxbby
then dream girl walks in @↑
godspeed; part 2 @nexusnyx
angels & demons @↑
alone with you; part 2 @↑
on cloud nine @sargeant-bxrnes
soul sucker @superhoeva
━━ELLIOT
interrogate @eunoiathewriter
do you like her @↑
unconditionall @cryonme
we belong together @ineedcoffeeandcrystalrocks
#susan's recs#fic recs#bucky barnes x reader#andrew!peter parker x reader#franco!harry osborn x reader#jj maybank x reader#draco malfoy x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#sirius black x reader#regulus black x reader#kaz brekker x reader#oscar diaz x reader#camilo madrigal x reader#isaac lahey x reader#four x reader#fezco x reader#elliot x reader
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tasm!peter parker
spot the difference
tired of seeing you pining after your best friend, gwen decides to help you by googling seduction tricks. while nothing useful came up, it starts a chain of disastrous events anyway.
nothing but blue skies
peter may be a superhero, but in front of his crush, he's reduced to a blubbering mess. especially since you seemed to be more badass than him | witch!reader
spiderman's in love! source: trust me.
someone spies upon the city vigilante and Y/N sharing a heart-to-heart moment, and spreads rumors faster than you could say please. (strangers to friends to lovers)
the gods among us
you're a loki variant who's sucked into the multiverse mess. you meet the famous Peter Parker, as well as two of his clones, one more annoying than the other. [requested]
you're not peter parker pt. 1 | pt. 2
no way home spoilers! : when Peter enters this earth, he stumbles upon a certain witch first. [avenger!reader, witch!reader]
cookies and a wounded vigilante
you help spiderman and realize you know more about him than you think.
the spidey club
no way home spoilers! : being tom!peter's best friend while having a crush on andrew!peter came with a lot of complications.
coffee run
no way home spoilers! : visiting the Stark Enterprises and being a tour guide to someone from another universe wasn’t as fun as it sounded. Especially since the man in question was adamant on scoring a date with you.
webbed troubles
revealing he's spiderman would have been a lot easier if you didn't follow his example of making dumb choices.
when in doubt, knock out the driver.
peter and you being the #1 chaotic duo
black widows and other spiders
when steve asked you to deal with the Loki mess, you didn't expect the god of mischief to cast you into a different universe altogether. Luckily, you have some help.
modern art
as days passed on, dating peter felt like a modern art. beautiful, chaotic, but never fully yours. inspired by reckless by madison beer. [requested]
self-made sculptures (sequel to modern art)
inspired by 13 years later of All Too Well except it isn't 13 years.
caviar and cigarettes
you were never too shy to throw a punch, especially at the bullies who made Peter's life a living hell. except this time, you may have acted before thinking. (fluff, requested)
tulips to kiss you with | collab with @agnesamarantheastwood
after peter moves in as your neighbor, he thought he'd get more of a chance at asking you out. what he did not expect was to get jealous over a flower.
mission I'm possibly in love with you | collab with @agnesamarantheastwood
peter didn't want to sabotage your date with someone else.
well, he kind of did. and that's exactly what he was going to do.
peter parker can't flirt
featuring marauders, this is a crossover fic between harry potter and tasm.
BLURBS AND DRABBLES
first date with peter parker
breaking into a museum with peter
"I've packed a switchblade, taser and gun." "...for a field trip?"
shopping with a chaotic peter
morally-grey!vigilante reader
semi-villain reader
WIPS
if you steal these ideas, I will cry.
[under construction]
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Satisfied, Part 24
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She groaned when she felt someone shake her shoulder, nuzzling her face further into her pillow. Did she notice that her ‘pillow’ was far harder than usual? Maybe. Did she care? No.
“Encore cinq minutes, Maman,” she murmured.
“Marinette, please,” Red Robin pleaded. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Sucks.”
The vigilante cursed and she tried her hardest not to grin. She waited a few more seconds to sell it before pulling away.
“Kidding, kidding.”
He gave her one tiny grin before running to the bathroom. She could hear the sound of people scuffling until, eventually, Robin was pushed out.
She shouldn’t laugh. Really shouldn’t. Everyone’s first hangover is easily the worst one, and he hadn’t exactly made it easy on himself the night before by gradually getting into it. But...
She wheezed, a hand coming up to cover her mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle it.
His face reddened. “What?”
“You look like you got run over or something!”
He huffed and sat on the counter. “I feel like I got run over.”
She grinned and pushed herself to her feet. She dusted herself off and looked around.
Red Hood was easily the best off, puttering around the kitchen with interest. When he saw Robin come out he gave a cheeky grin and handed over a grocery bag. “Here, use this.”
The kid clearly didn’t know what it was for, because he nodded and put it over his head.
Marinette sighed and plucked it off of him. “No. It’s to throw up in,” she informed him.
He blinked a few times and then nodded again.
Her eyes fell on Nightwing. He looked stressed as he typed on his phone. He himself was drinking from a glass of raw eggs with a bitter look on his face.
She supposed she’d be looking bitter, too, if she was drinking raw eggs.
She shook her head with a sigh and walked to the kitchen and started whipping up a hangover cure. “You guys are vigilantes, how can you not deal with a little headache?”
“I’ll kill you,” Robin hissed.
“Oh, like you tried to kill Red Robin?”
His eyes widened. “Who told you about that?”
“You did. Last night.”
Poor Robin. He rested his head in his hands. “How much did I admit to?”
“You only got a few rounds in, so not as much as you could have,” she promised.
She combined her ginger, tangerine extract, and brown sugar, then handed them out to everyone.
After a few seconds of thought, she replaced the glass in Nightwing’s hand. She was pretty sure that the raw egg thing was a myth. He didn’t even notice, too focused on his phone.
Red Hood beamed as he took it. “Not the best, but I do like the taste better,” he said cheerfully.
“How are you... okay? You drank the most! You were blackout drunk!”
He grinned and ruffled her hair. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yes! That’s why I asked!”
Red Robin finally came out, his hair wet. The moment Robin heard the door open he pushed past his brother to get back inside.
She grinned. “I guess he’s too good to puke in a bag like the rest of us?”
Red Robin grinned. “Probably.” She handed over the concoction, but he just shrugged. “It’s fine, I took a shower, I feel better.”
Marinette huffed. “I’d hope so. You smell like my soap.”
He gave a small shrug. “I figured I’d look like the responsible one instead of smelling like alcohol.”
“Oh. Smart.”
He winked. “I’d like to think so.”
The receiver clicked in her ear and she saw all the bats reach up to cover their own with pained expressions. Nightwing looked even more pale than normal. The temptation to turn on her own to see how guilty she should feel about them getting chewed out was almost too hard to manage.
Red Hood came up behind her and slung himself on top of her like a backpack, pressing his cheek to hers. “Thanks for the cookiiiiieees,” he cooed.
She almost pushed him off before she noticed something. She could almost make out the words Batman was saying. She rolled her eyes as if annoyed, but leaned into him.
“-- VE YOU LET ROBIN DRINK. HE’S A KID. LET ALONE YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO GO ON PATROL, NOT A WORD ABOUT HOW YOU WERE GOING TO HANG OUT AT MARINETTE’S HOUSE. AND YOU RED HOOD, YOU --”
She winced slightly and pulled away. Marinette thought for a minute about how to help. “You should actually be able to get the cookies before you thank me, huh?”
He grinned. “I mean, I stole a few from the freezer, but I’d love a completed one.”
She rolled her eyes a bit but went to work.
Red Robin watched over her shoulder with a frown on his face. “You don’t fill the whole way?”
She shook her head as she carefully twisted on the top. “The filling would overflow.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“For taste? It’s great, but not so much for looks.”
He snickered. “Looks don’t matter here.”
“Obviously. Have you seen your outfits?”
His smile dropped and he crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with them?”
Marinette glanced at his face to make sure he wasn’t joking. And he wasn’t. Oh, wow, they don’t know. She was saved, yet again, by Red Hood coming over.
“Shoo! She’s making cookies! Don’t distract her by making her list every flaw of our outfits! She’s a designer, we’d die before she finished!”
She grinned and piped frosting for a little while until Robin stumbled out of the bathroom.
“I threw up blood.”
“Okay, but how much?” Said Red Hood.
Marinette rolled her eyes and gave him a small shove. “You’ll scare him.” She turned and gave him a small smile. “It means you drank a little bit more than you should have, but as long as it wasn’t too much you’ll be fine.”
“How much is too much? I thought any blood is too much!”
She sighed. “You’d know if it was too much. Relax.” She handed him a cookie.
Red Hood looked offended. “Why’d he get first cookie?”
“‘Cause he’s suffering and you’ve already eaten a few shells.”
He gave a shrug. Fair enough.
Nightwing finally stood, groaning as he walked over. “Great. At least it’s mostly over. We need to head home before Bats gets even more upset.”
She nodded and gave them a Tupperware each (she had a feeling that if she put all of them in the same one Red Hood would eat them all). She wasn’t finished, but she only had a few more cookies to make, and she’d like to give them to someone else.
Nightwing and Red Robin were the first to leave, giving small waves over their shoulders as they disappeared around the side of her building.
Red Hood wrapped her in a hug. “Spar soon?” He whispered.
She smiled and hugged back. “Give me, I don’t know, a week.”
He pulled back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before jumping out the window.
And so it was only her and Robin. She raised her eyebrows slightly as she watched him shuffle his fee uncomfortably, unsure if he was going to say anything if she didn’t make him spit it out.
She opened her mouth after a bit in irritation, but he chose that moment to speak up: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have drank last night. I used you for alcohol, that was wrong.”
She blinked. Where was the prick that had nearly gotten them both killed in his anger? He didn’t apologize for that but he was apologizing for drinking underage? What?
“I’m not... supposed to drink.”
“Whaaaat? I couldn’t tell,” she said with a weak smile.
He only gave a small frown in response.
She sighed and rested her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s fine. I don’t mind. Just be more careful about it while you’re figuring out your limits, okay?”
He looked skeptical for a second, before nodding. With that, he left.
She watched him leave with a small frown.
The worst part of cleaning wasn’t the germs, or the exhaustion afterward. It was the monotony that left you with nothing but your own thoughts. And she didn’t like where hers were going.
She’d been rude to Chloe. Right after she’d found out the girl had actually done something very nice for her. She was literally attempting to help make sure her wound was okay and Marinette had insulted her to her face.
And Robin... hadn’t actually been all that awful. He’d actually been rather pleasant to be around, he clearly was enjoying himself and his laugh had been infectious the night before.
Her grip tightened on her mop as she closed her eyes. Had she been wrong about them?
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Vigilante Tries to Soldier Through it but Someone Tattles (Whumptober)
It was a nice night out. She preferred the cooler air, although it didn’t do much to help her stinging skin. And this was California, so it was only ‘cool’ compared to how hot it had been a few hours before. (Not that she’d been outside a few hours before, or very much at all in the last few days.) She would probably have been fine in just the threadbare clothes she’d been wearing during most of her latest infiltration, but the scarf and jacket she’d stolen (violently) on her way out was a welcome addition. It concealed most of her exposed injuries and some of the blood stained on her shirt, leaving anyone who saw her only able to wonder about what was up with the top half of her face.
A pretty normal sight, all things considered, to any experienced night guard at the building she was approaching now. The two at her preferred entrance melted out of the shadows as she approached, having definitely seen her coming from a distance.
“Excuse me, ma’am, what is your business at this…” one of them started, trailing off when she pulled the scarf down. She would like to think that it was just because they recognized her and not because the bruising had gotten that much worse since the last time she saw her reflection.
“Friendly afternoon visit,” she said with a winning smile, ignoring how stretching those facial muscles made her want to wince.
“…Can you tell us the date, ma’am?” the other one asked after a second of staring.
“November 3rd, 1923,” she said, still smiling, without skipping a beat.
“Past midnight it’s November 4th, ma’am.” The second one said evenly.
“Of course, the late hour must be getting to me.”
This passed quickly, like two actors going over their thoroughly memorized lines. After an exchanged glance and a pause that would have made anyone else start to doubt their delivery, the first guard nodded, pressed something on their communicator, and stepped back to get the door for her.
Not bothering to pull the scarf back up now, she walked confidently into the dimly lit back entrance area, making a beeline for where she knew the elevator was. There was a special code in here, too, to make it to the penthouse, but she had that one memorized as well.
Leaning back against the support bar for a minute was nice, though she had to position herself carefully so as not to let it dig into her back or side in a bad position. Closing her eyes on the ride up, she hummed slightly in appreciation of how smooth the elevators were here. No jittering to worry about, just a soft whirring and the slight feeling of vertigo as it came to a stop many storeys up in the air.
The more steps she took to get into one of the most well-defended areas of this place, putting a set of barriers between her and anyone who might have been in pursuit, the more tension bled out of her shoulders.
As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she was met by the familiar face of the butler, who had evidently seen her coming and had already known that it was her, rather than the one other person who was allowed in that elevator with any regularity.
“Hey, Ash,” she said casually before they could get through a more formal greeting, raising one hand in a lazy wave and holding back a wince as it reminded her of a hit she’d taken to the shoulder earlier.
“Good evening.” They sounded as proper and English as ever, and she didn’t miss their perceptive eyes zeroing in on every unusual detail about her current appearance, not only the injuries but definitely also the ill-fitting clothes and hair in desperate need of a wash.
(She’d been lucky no one had decided an impromptu haircut was in the cards. She wouldn’t have been able to stop them without breaking cover, but that would have been a little more awkward to explain to her sisters than the usual aftermath of a prolonged fight.)
“…Victor won’t be in for another week, I’m afraid, but the room is open to you as always,” they said with the air of someone who was giving the usual pleasantries only as a precursor to a more serious subject change, and was not trying to hide it. “Are you alright?” And there was the serious part.
“Yeah,” she shrugged, rolled her shoulders, and this time could not stop a wince. She merged it smoothly into a more joking sort of smile-grimace. “It’s just from the job I’ve been on, there were a couple of “complications,” you know how it is. No death traps in the kitchen tonight?”
The attempt at changing the subject again was not successful, as Ashton followed her into the kitchen and shooed her away to wait on a barstool while they got her a glass of water with exactly one cube of ice. Or, a sphere of ice, because the fridge here was massive and fancy and had both a cube and a sphere option for how the ice could come out.
The water was wonderful to her parched throat, and she held the glass up longer than necessary to let the ice rest against the split in her lip for a few seconds. It was always nice to spend a few minutes after one in the morning sipping water with a tall British person in a suit and pencil skirt hovering over her every move.
“Need something?” she asked with a look over the lip of the glass.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Ms Roxanne? You don’t need… medical attention?” Right, yeah, they were a highly skilled government agent before they became a butler. Definitely had some good first aid training from all that.
“Just some bandaids and a full night’s sleep… And, again, you can call me Roxy.”
Ashton did not look convinced, and then they turned to where she knew the painkillers and general medications of varying strengths were stored. There was no stopping them from this now, but she could try anyway for the principle of the thing.
“I’ve done this before, Ashton, it’s not that bad.”
“To put it lightly, Ms Roxanne, you look as though you tried to fight a team of superheroes. Or, if I were inclined to be generous, won a fight against an entire street gang.” Maintaining stern eye contact, they set down a couple of pills and a cookie.
“Not as wrong as you could be.” Roxy picked up the cookie first, searching both sides with suspicion. It was the imported kind that was labeled ‘biscuit’ instead of ‘cookie’ and which everyone knew she secretly liked but pretended to be suspicious of anyway. Because they were in the US, so being suspicious of England was funny. “What’s this, weird, British thing– trying to poison me?”
“Would you like me to put the biscuit away and let you have an upset stomach? Please pardon me for assuming you haven’t eaten in the last hour.”
Not feeling up to a prolonged bit at the moment, Roxy caved and ate the ‘biscuit’. After swallowing the painkillers with the second half of her water, she let the ice sit for a moment again. It turned out talking too much made the split lip hurt worse, who could’ve guessed?
“I notice you snuck some melatonin in there,” she observed.
“To help you sleep. Pardon me again for assuming you may have some trouble, otherwise,” they paused and looked her up and down again, “considering.”
“Fair,” she admitted.
They sat in silence as she finished off the water one sip at a time. She debated waiting for the ice to melt enough that she could take another tiny sip every several minutes, just to see how Ashton would react, then decided against it and crunched what remained of the ice sphere.
Getting to bed wasn’t too much of a hassle. Ashton followed her to the master bathroom, because of course they did, but left her to go inside by herself. She only heard them step in once she was in the middle of showering, presumably to put some things on the counter and whisk away her dirty and one hundred percent stolen clothing.
Hot water would be nice and she happened to know for a fact that it was literally unlimited here, but she kept it to a mild, lukewarm temperature as she carefully cleaned everything she could currently reach without wincing, and let soap and water wash down her back unassisted to at least get the worst of it off back there. Drying off was a little bit of an ordeal, but the towels were very soft and she didn’t have any head wounds to stop her from wrapping up her hair. Everything she couldn’t get for the risk of aggravating some injury or another could just air dry while she went looking for first aid supplies to use on her face.
When she turned around to see how her back looked, she let out a low whistle. Who knew whips could do that when you weren’t being nice and responsible with them? (Probably every single person who’d ever been remotely involved with the “market” that her latest job had had her infiltrating.)
There were two options here. One, she could put on the silky robe Ashton had left hanging up for her and go to bed without dealing with all that yet, and probably wake up really sore and maybe with some kind of infection. Two, she could get some help tending to it and go to bed with some level of reassurance that it was fine, but at the cost of Ashton knowing exactly how bad it looked.
With a towel around her waist, she cracked the door and summoned them. Their face remained carefully neutral even after they saw, which definitely meant that they thought it was incredibly bad but knew that Roxy would not be taking constructive criticism on the choices she made that led up to it. That, or, they just didn’t want to get into it right now, in favor of getting her into a bed at some point during that melatonin’s window of greatest effect.
There was a lot more stinging disinfectant and a lot more bandaging going on back there than Roxy would have thought necessary, herself, but she wasn’t going to complain. Anything touching the whip marks directly was incredibly Bad with a capital B, but she had to admit to feeling a lot better once they were all cleaned and wrapped up.
The one joke she cracked about how it wasn’t as bad as it could be because she didn’t have any broken bones did not seem to go over well, so she conceded and didn’t say much until they were done. Ashton helped her into the robe and left her to get some pajama pants on by herself, continuing to hover and help until she was safely tucked in between Victor’s silk sheets.
It was still uncomfortable to lie down in most positions she tried, but, then again, that melatonin really was having a window of greatest effect.
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Predictably, Roxy woke up sore. The painkillers had worn off at some point, so she got the full experience of throbbing and stinging and every attempted movement making her limbs want to go on strike. They had not yet managed to achieve independence from the rest of her, however, so when she decided it was time for them to get her standing up, they obeyed. The blackout curtains did their job well, so she had to pull one back slightly if she wanted to see by anything other than the soft, slightly futuristic floor lights on the edges of the room.
Taking stock, she determined that this was actually better than a couple of the times she’d come out of a mission injured. When her hair fell into her face for want of a headband, it was soft and light from being cleaned with incredibly expensive, high quality rich-people products, and she knew her back would have been a lot worse without Ashton’s help.
Speaking of Ashton, they seemed to have woken up before her, because she could smell something cooking. Possibly more than one something, which would make sense if they still felt like hovering but hadn’t come in to wake her up yet. There was the almost-imperceptible sound of voices, as if they were talking to themself or perhaps playing a video. Cooking tutorial, maybe.
The stolen clothing from the night before was nowhere to be seen; either it was waiting to be washed or Ashton had burned it. Roxy wasn’t worried about what happened to most of it, but it would be nice if the bloodstained parts had been saved in case she felt like getting them tested for genes.
Leaving the robe on the bed, she stretched her arms as much as they dared as she made her way to steal one of Victor’s shirts. They were long enough that she had gone around the penthouse in one with no pants before (but she would rather get stabbed again than get out of these soft pajama pants before eating something). There were no headbands to steal in Victor’s bedroom, and she didn’t feel like scavenging the bathroom for elastics, clips, or pins. So, with her hair loose, wearing no more than pajama pants, bandages, and an oversized button-up shirt, she pushed her hair back and stepped out.
Ashton was, indeed, doing their thing in the kitchen, wearing pants today along with an apron that looked a little too professional for someone making relatively normal breakfast in a non-restaurant kitchen. More curtains kept the floor-to-ceiling windows in the main area from letting in too much light, but from the angle and brightness she could still estimate that it must be later than she usually woke up. And from a glance at the clock, she could confirm that it was almost nine in the morning. She had really overslept.
As she nosed her way into the cooking space, she found them carefully transferring what looked like small fried pies out of a skillet. Uncooked ones waited their turn on a plate nearby.
“You need a little more oil,” she observed, her voice coming out a little more thick and sleepy than she would have liked. Actually wait, hold on, she hadn’t seen anyone making these since the last time she visited family. “You can make spanakopita?” The question came out sounding like an accusation.
“I can make anything, given a good recipe, Ms Roxanne.” So that probably had been a cooking video she’d heard before. Ashton removed the last one from the pan and reached for more oil, but refrained from putting any new ones in until they had turned to shoo her away from the barstools. “I would invite you to wait in the living area,” was their way of banishing her, possibly to avoid having their cooking process nitpicked again. Possibly also to keep her from seeing them pull up a tutorial to nitpick their own cooking process with.
When she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand, she was reminded of her shoulders’ present desire to complain about everything but especially movement. Sitting down in a chair that had a soft back would be pretty nice…
The living area was surrounded by sliding walls that could be used to keep it more or less separate from the adjacent sometimes-areas sometimes-rooms. At the moment, it had a wide doorway on one side, a deployed wall opposite the full length windows, and a view into Victor’s office area and the back of his tall spinny chair. Were she feeling inclined to snoop, Roxy would have looked into there, but was distracted easily by the setup surrounding one of the lounge chairs. A side table held a full glass of water with exactly one sphere of ice, a small pitcher with more water and no ice, and a tall mug of steeping tea. The matching table on the other side held a very inviting plate of buttered toast, with a fried egg sitting on top of one piece.
For a second, she thought about draping herself over a couch instead of taking the obviously intended seat, just to see how Ash reacted. But her desire for water and toast outweighed her desire for mischief at this time, so she sank down into the black leather and took a second to close her eyes and breathe in and will her strained muscles to relax. It wasn’t like the guys she’d been spying on could make it up here, even if they had somehow tracked her all the way to the building. And her next information rendezvous wasn’t until that evening, so she could take a minute to chill.
When her eyes opened, it was to the realization that her current seat was centered perfectly behind Victor’s chair, brought to her by the realization that said chair was slowly turning around.
Of the two supervillains that she was familiar with, she knew that one of them participated in dramatics mostly because it helped with the stress of the job, and partly because it was fun. Victor Stirling, on the other hand, having inherited quite a few things from his supervillain parents including a general style of mannerisms, was probably not doing the chair spin reveal thing ironically.
Before he came to a stop, facing her head-on, Roxy put together that Ashton must have called him about her condition either while she was in the shower or after she had fallen asleep last night. If he hadn’t meant to come back for another week, very few other things could have summoned him on such short notice.
She prepared a smirk and a tease about him being predictable, but both died before making it out when she met his eyes.
“So I’m not known for cutting business meetings short.” Starting off strong with a non sequitur, classic. Roxy’s smile started to edge back on as she watched Victor stand up from his seat.
“Catch you in the middle of one?” she asked, then remembered her voice wasn’t great at the moment and she would be partaking of some water before saying anything else.
“No, I was just starting the day in Spain, actually,” he answered while watching as if worried that she might have trouble drinking water, of all things. And without waiting for another response, he launched right back into… Ooh, he was monologuing.
“Allow me to paint a picture of it for you. It was past ten in the morning, I had completed much of my less savory business the night before, and had the entire afternoon ahead of me booked with meetings on the more savory side of things, when suddenly I find I’m receiving a call from my good, trusted friend Ashton, whom you may be aware I’ve expressly told to call me only in the circumstances of an emergency.
“And, upon answering this call, what should I hear them say, but that my girlfriend arrived at a late hour and is much worse for wear.
“Now, I know that my dear, competent, intelligent partner is experienced and knows how to handle herself in her work, so if Ashton is calling my emergency line, the situation she finds herself in must be truly dire, no? Certainly not the usual bouts of combat –which I am well aware you can normally teleport out of the moment they become too much– and certainly not gained from your usual heists and espionage, no, I was told that you seem to have been whipped?”
The worry in his voice was clear, and would have been clear even to someone who didn’t know him well enough to read him. As he drew closer, having apparently vented enough of his feelings for the moment to move to the next stage of his presentation, Roxy saw that his suit was rumpled and was probably, in fact, the same suit he had put on before 10 AM in Madrid. Had he slept at all? Maybe on the couch she had been eyeballing a second before this began. If anyone had gone into his bedroom while she was asleep, she probably wouldn’t have stayed asleep for very long.
“And I don’t mean to put down your skills, it would be foolish for anyone in my position to suggest that you aren’t a professional, or chose your mission poorly. But your present state is…” He broke eye contact to look down at the gauze covering her torso through the gap in the stolen shirt. He probably knew that it was there for everything on her back, but he wouldn’t be wrong to wonder if it was also hiding any bruises over her ribs or stomach area. She knew there was a pretty bad one peeking out by her collarbone.
“Roxanne. Roxy. I know that in our… business relationship, I tend to be the one who calls on you for assistance in these underground affairs, but you must know that you can call on me when something is… of a caliber where you may want my assistance.” He stopped a couple of steps in front of her, giving another up and down look. “You mentioned you were going into something undercover.”
“Deep undercover,” she confirmed. When he kept looking expectant, she continued, leaning forward to get to business, “It wasn’t in the cards to go in on the same level as the higher-ups, and we needed to confirm how exactly they get the victims and transport them. So I posed as one.”
Victor was quiet for a moment, his crossed arms rising, then falling as he took a breath and let it out.
“You remained just long enough to get the necessary information,” he assumed, and she nodded. Letting out another breath, he closed the distance and half-knelt in front of her in one smooth motion, reaching up to put a hand gently under her chin, moving it to cup the side of her face. “Then I hope you’ll be able to tell me,” his voice was softer now, not that that in any way concealed the dangerous undertone as his eyes lingered on her split lip, black eye, the faint bruise left from a harsh slap, “who did this to you?”
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Alright, that’s it, i’m tired of trying to sort the answers so yall just get the big list of all the free response answers to that quiz about ofa. be aware some are less safe for work than others.
memorable ones: OfA Snickerdoodle, I’d Give It To A Cat, So You Know Vore Right?, I’m in Love With Nana, Slicey Blood Oath, and Homoerotic Sword Fight
(My answer above is how I think it did happen, not how I want it to happen.) I personally think something along the lines of a Bruce Banner Jennifer Walker blood transfusion where the OFA holder doesn’t realize they’ve passed it on until later.
a tender kiss. perhaps loving. perhaps they're dying, and i already knew that they loved me, either platonically or otherwise, and we always knew that i'd be next. perhaps they tried so hard to make sure it never happened, and perhaps that tender kiss as an apology as much as it is a gift. sure sucks to be gay i guess
Peacefully? By doing the do and making it a wonderful moment of lovemaking and passing on the future.. If we're in the middle of battle you bet your freaking butt I want them to kiss me dramatically, tell me they love me, and then yeet me away as they turn back to the fight. Ow but relationship goals.
If we're not romantic because I am obsessed with the Duo Holders ship currently, blood works fine. Ingest it or have them pressing a bloody palm into a wound of mine *shrugs* Gotta pass it along somehow
Personally, I'd rather drink blood instead of hair. It feels less gross. But I'd pass it on as hair just to fuck with my successor
Hair or blood eating, but no touchy-touchy or whatever thx.
Probably a vial of blood so it’s easy and over quick
kiss 👉👈
i would like it to be blood from an already opened wound just cause it would probably less weird, ..........but knowing my luck and because irl my sister has attempted to feed me her baby teeth by shoving it to my lips and saying "eat", thats actually how i would get ofa. ( >:/ i have almost eaten at least two teeth this way because i thought she was being nice and giving me candy )
Consider: doing one of those blood oath things where you swear to be BFFs for eternity except now you also get a quirk out of it. But lbr kissing is way more romantic and you’ve made First/Second my new OTP, so I’ll stick with that for them. <3 But also, maybe to make the kiss option more romantic First thought something more along the lines of wishing he could give ~everything he has/all of himself~ to Second which counted as including his quirk, rather than specifically about giving him the power to defeat his brother?
This is going to sound gross but all ways of transferring DNA is. Just work up a sweat and have the other party drink it. It would probably be the best tasting option which is kinda a weird thing to think about. Nvm sweat doesn't contain DNA looked it up but I don't want to delete all of this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe a scraping of skin cells
Honestly the hair is probably the way I'd want to go. That or blood. Like just swallowing it.
Look, i know realistically it was probably some desparate on-the-brink-of-death "please defeat my brother" thing and oo, magic he gets the quirk. But consider. First's last fight with afo. Second is holding his bleeding body, crying. First gently cups Second's cheek and pulls him into a bloody kiss before dying. Second pulls himself together just long enough to flip off afo, barely resisting the urge to absolutely slaughter him, knowing he would lose. He finds his successor and trains him to the best of his ability, determined to not lose another person he cared for
I mean like dead skin cells probably dont work right? Except hair works so thats not true. So like you totally could lick someone to get OFA. Like could you imagine the whole holding your hand over someones mouth to shut them up but they lick you and they somehow wind up with your quirk, like crazy. What must have been the trial and error with this stuff cause they must have kept passing it inbetween each other to figure out its dna right. How long did it take for them to realize. Like you’re eating breakfast and theres a hair in your food like ew and why am i stronger now. Overall, comedic timing for getting a quirk would be hilarious.
My apprentice lays broken and bloody beneath me as I cradle them in my arms, crying on to an open wound on their face praying the power will be enough to save them
little bit of skin like a hang nail just like put it in a sandwich and dont thing about it
Put it in my coffee.
If I received it from Nana then I would love to have received it via eating her out~ though for passing it on to others I think I would just either spit into their mouths or shove a bleeding finger down their throat until they swallow and then run and get myself killed by AfO while taunting him with "I DON'T HAVE YOUR BROTHER'S QUIRK ANYMORE! SUCK MY NON-EXISTENT DICK YOU LOSER!"
knock me out and just inject the blood. if i have to actively think abt ingesting someone elses dna im gonna yeet myself into the ocean. to pass it on i'll just spit in a cup (or in their mouth) bc im not gonna make someone eat my hair nor is anyone getting my blood
who in their right mind would trust me with a power like ofa 💀afo just looks at me funny the quirk is his. im not a mc for a reason
Sexy battle where I’m the villain, and randomly the hero thinks “I wish I could save you”. Boom I punch them with bloody knuckles and the quirk passes to me. Now the hero has to teach me how to be good again. Also we fall in love.
You know, I always assumed I would head canon it as something romantic until canon proved me wrong But these options are so varied - I had to choose the most Dramatic (tm) one As for my actual answer: a gentle kiss with full consent from both parties
I will bite a holder as a sign of affection. There's probably some dead skin cells in the arm I can swallow by accident. They are used to this and sometimes we switch the quirk around for funsies.
You know, I spent like 10 minutes trying to think of something original here, but knowing my shit luck some bastard would spit in my drink or something and cast upon me the Curse of Bone Breaking and/or.... y’know..... AFO...........
okay this is gonna sound weird but. consider this i marry a very lovely women. we are in much love. we get attacked by evil people because she is a good hero but plot twist. i am secretly her nemisis. the attackers are my minions. i wanted her to protect me because i am very smol but. my comrades were too mean. she is nearly dead. "take this" she says. she kisses me and i am one for all. fuck, i say internally, but i dont tell her. she dies in my arms. i run and become vigilante and take down my once comrades. all is not well. i die unsatisfied. i eventually pass it onto a cat in an alleyway because they are the only one who is with me when i get hit with a back alley sniper
Blood or just like. skin. You could use nail clippers to take a bit off from a really fleshy area, like just under the nail. It's that easy
Spit in my food like an underpaid fast food worker.
i have long hair so that would not be ideal, but blood seems kinda...unsanitary, but i guess it would be better if i was 100% positive i wouldn't pass on some sort of disease. so if that could be ascertained then like a few drops of blood in a glass of water or something and then down the hatch, bam ofa passed on. i know other folks are probably typing some nsfw stuff but just. no. keep it in your pants y'all.
Blood transfusion
First, pick a hospital
Second, steal all their blood
Third, have the previous user donate their blood to that hospital
Fourth, get into a major accident and need a blood transfusion near the hospital you robbed
Fifth, hope either OfA will only pass onto you bc your the intended recipient, or that no one else needs a blood transfusion
Sixth, get the transfusion
Seventh, steal all of the previous users blood back
Eigth, return all the other stolen blood
Ninth, get new identities, this crime leaves DNA everywhere
Tenth, die of a blood clot due to incompatible blood types (optional)
okay realistically bleeding into a cut or a drop of blood into water and drinking it would be easiest but like... what if somehow dna could be baked into like a muffin or cookie or something... like i know when cooking with wines and stuff the alcohol cooks away and evaporates out but is that process the same for like blood? like if you baked your blood into a cookie would traces of your dna still be there? basically i want an ofa cookie (snickerdoodle preferably)
no i like my bones
drink a drop of blood. it'd go down easier than hair
no
Something dramatic and desperate in the heat of battle like blood or something
First of all, I think First passed OfA as he was dying entirely on accident, because Second was badly (though not critically) injured and they'd been sort of dancing around each other's feelings and doubting their own worth, so First, knowing he was dying and that his brother was a petty bitch who would probably kill Second anyway because he knows that First cared about him, kisses Second with blood on his lips and his last thoughts before dying are about how he wants Second to have the strength to survive if his brother comes after him.
If I was given the option of getting OfA, I wouldn't take it. I'm a coward and being given something like that is a death sentence.
If it was forced, probably ingesting the previous users blood, because blood is a lot easier to choke down than hair.
If I already had it and had to pass it on, I would want it to be something suitably dramatic like collapsing on the doorstep of a trusted loved one and explaining with my dying breath who killed me and why and then raising my blood covered hand to their face like I was going to caress their cheek only for them to taste blood. They cry and try to get me take it back and when I finally die they swear vengeance over my slowly cooling corpse.
Pass it on in a non-life threatening scenario where I decide I actually don’t like the weird bone breaking power a random person gave me as they were dying and wish I could pass it to someone else and through a weird set of circumstances end up accidentally cooking some of my own hair into brownies I was making because I shed like a dog and passing it to my new neighbor I came to welcome to the neighborhood.
Either drinking a glass of milk with their saliva (no icky hair taste), or an epic sharing of blood while clasping hands like knights in a noble brotherhood!
not by eating all mights long ass hair thats for sure, why did he give midoriya one of the longest ones he had, he has shorter hair right there on the back of his head. not to mention the fact of like how i would prefer to recieve it or give it away which would be just, fucking sharing a pop or something and swaping it through the backwash??? less nasty than hair and not as weird as the other options for spit which is like straight up spitting in a drink or the other persons mouth outside of kissing. if someone told me i had to eat their hair i would straight up say no thanks, cheers for the fitness glow up tho homie
I want nana 2 kiss me, on.,, the m,,,.."#*(@÷out.h pretty lady.,
Q-tip to the inside of the cheek
Those blood pacts where you slice your hands open and do a little handshake thing. Not very creative, but idk it just appeals to me
Via consumption of blood, babey
I would want it to be with a maybe maybe not homoerotic sword fight in a Wendy's parking lot, preferably while we are both being impaled on each other's swords. The sweet pain of almost dying is a very intense moment to share isn't it?
Sweet love
Hair
If it's someone cute, a kiss. Otherwise I'd probably just swallow a hair with some water.
i'd just like. spit in their water bottle. if thats not enough dna i guess licking a paper cut it is. hair is bad idwa bc it doesn't digest and can get wrapped up in things. and like. im too aroace for kissing and such
Last option, cause first is sexy as hell
okay you know what vore is, right. and you know how blood and organ transfusions work? well...
Not at all, like?? I enjoy being alive and not having my body destroyed thank you. Literally everyone with OfA died young-ish or has suffered debilitating injuries bc of it. Like Midoriya's bones are powder, and we don't even need to go into All Might's medical history. Like thanks but no thanks no freaky dna ingestion 4 me
Had a open cut from a can lid and ofa holder had an open cut. While lamenting about fins a successor.
Blood
Assuming we can bypass the rules of canon, it would be funny as fuck is OFA was passed on by intentional physical contact. So yes, a smooch for First and Second (and Second and Third) but also. Bitchslap of destiny. Nana giving her protege one last hug. All Might ruffles Mido’s hair like a dad to pass it on. I’m sure you get it
Bleeding over an open wound
lil bit of spit in a milkshake.
I hold their hand Platonically but it's summer and we're both sweaty and they're a little loopy and having weird thoughts due to dehydration and heat lmao, literally hanging around anyone for any extended period of time guarantees you accidentally ingest SOME of their dna. Dead skin cells are floating through the air ~constantly~ and if you have a friend I promise you've inhaled their dead skin cells before. Have fun with that knowledge!!
ok so like deffo a kiss, but in canon people get weird biological urges for using their quirks, like bby Toga drinking bird blood. First has had a LOT of "spit in their drink" intrusive thoughts over the years. immediately post first-kiss he is mystified that his intrusive thoughts have disappeared entirely, but then BAM it seems that second has the stockpile now, and with it, a preoccupation with vampire lore
drink from the same water bottle?
“EAT THIS!”
Pass it on by making them lick my arm because that would make them rly uncomfortable, passed to me by spiting in my 20oz Red Bull and then chugging it
#aaaand done#this was going to be like. nicely organized in a couple different ways and i still might#but out of slots for that today so
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