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aurora-starwars · 4 months

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Oh my gosh your requests are open! I’m so hyped. Can I maybe request like a Dad! Jake Sully x Daughter! Reader where reader is just so much like Tsu’tey, stubborn and always spites him but they still get along? I can picture Jake missing his na’vi brother and his daughter is just him all over again. I mostly think of Ghost by Justin Bieber to be Jake trying to relive the short time that him and Tsu’tey get along.

Grief Is The Price We Pay For Love

Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Daughter!reader (platonic)

Summary: Jake can’t stop seeing Tsu’tey in his oldest daughter

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentioned violence, like one or two curse words

Word Bank: Kuru - Neural Queue; Olo'eyktan - Leader of the clan; Ikran - banshee, large flying animal; Iknimaya - rite of passage for the Omatikaya; Omatikaya - na’vi clan on Pandora; Pa’li - direhorse, horse like animal; skxawng - moron, idiot;

A/n: It has been a while, and for that I am truely sorry, life just kept sweeping me away. But I enjoyed writing this! Thank you for requesting! Please enjoy!!!!!!! <333333333333

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As soon as she was born, her yellow eyes seemed to pierce Jake Sully’s just as Tsu’tey’s used to.

Born alongside Neteyam, [Name] bore the distinct features of the Na’vi. Kuru starting at the top of her head, prominent lack of eyebrow, three fingers. All features he should associate with his mate, Neytiri, the mother of the twins. But as Jake watches her grow, he can’t help but see his fallen Na’vi brother.

Jake thought it would fade away, that it was something from his past haunting him and his daughter didn’t actually look like the reincarnate of Tsu’tey at all. Besides, if he were to see Tsu’tey in anyone, surely it would be his remarkably Na’vi son, who bore many of the same traits of his sister. But as they grew, Jake and Neytiri both could see just how similar [Name] and Tsu’tey actually were.

It started early, when they were teaching Neteyam, Kiri, and [Name] to walk, a fairly simple and necessary step for any child. This didn’t stop little [Name], who was a little less than a year old, from being stubborn. Neytiri and Jake started by holding their arms, lifting them up onto their feet so that they could stand. When they could stand, they would let go, moving away slightly in hopes they would follow. The ‘they’ was just Kiri and Neteyam. When they tried to help [Name], she only swatted her hand away and pouted, giving the most hateful glare one could receive.

Regretfully, Jake laughed at this, earning a smack to the shoulder from Neytiri. How could he not have though? [Name] looked just like Tsu’tey like that, acted like him too. Jake smiled fondly at his oldest daughter, who soon after tried to stand on her own, feeling left out from her siblings.

Another time Jake saw Tsu’tey in [Name] was when he was teaching [Name] and Neteyam how to hunt. They weren’t very old, five or six max, and they still had a lot of learning to do. This, however, did not stop [Name] from trying to teach Neteyam how to use a bow, despite hardly knowing how to use one herself. It was day three of teaching the kids and [Name] was on Neteyam’s back about his posture. She kept hitting his belly, telling him that he had to tighten his muscles, hitting his arm, telling him to raise his elbow. While she was right, Jake couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, how many times did Tsu’tey mock and criticize his form? Too many to count.

By the time Jake came to the present, Neteyam had half-heartedly thrown his bow down, huffing in frustration before running up to Jake and hugging his leg.

“[Name] is making fun of me!” Neteyam’s weak voice whined.

“It’s not my fault you suck!” [Name] laughed, her small hands on her hips.

Ever since then, [Name] seemed to beat out Neteyam in every subject. In skill, she beat all of the young warriors her age. She was quickly becoming one of the best warriors of her age, of the clan! Jake was more than proud. Proud of not only his daughter’s success, but just how Na’vi she has become. Na’vi, just like the most Na’vi person he knew.

Tsu’tey.

No matter where she went, [Name] would always remind Jake of Tsu’tey. Remind him of when they got along. And when they didn’t.

Like the day after her Iknimaya.

Jake knew he shouldn’t be worried, she wouldn’t be alone, and yet he did not want her to go out riding ikran with her friends. Her friends where nice kids, all warriors like her, that he has taught, but she just bonded with her ikran, the bond was new, and he did not trust [Name]’s ikran just yet. He remembers Bob, it took a few days, at least a week for them to completely trust each other. He did not want [Name]’s ikran to get spooked by something and leave her for dead.

[Name] did not take this news very well.

She was just leaving their family home, a wide smile on her face, when Jake stopped her. He knew she was so excited to attempt her Iknimaya and was even more proud to have successfully bonded with her own ikran. That is why he was not surprised to see her smile fall, her ears pin back, and shoulders slump.

“What? Why?” she wasn’t unreasonable, if her father had a good reason, she would respect his commands.

“Baby girl, I have said you cannot go, do not argue with me,” unfortunately Jake was not great at communicating.

[Name] gave him a piercing glare, shooting daggers that seemed to wound Jake immediately. But he could not show it, would not show it. He is the Olo'eyktan, he must act like it.

But does not stop the pained look that washes over his face once she had walked away.

Later that night, Neytiri scolded him lightly for preventing [Name] from enjoying time kids her age for once, instead of taking care of her siblings or training. While Jake was still apprehensive about the situation, feeling as if his fears were justified, he felt his rules might have been too strict this time.

It was good timing for this resolution because not even an hour later, [Name] arrived back to the family hut, having been gone all night riding her ikran with her friends.

Jake stood up immediately, making his way to the entrance of their home, waiting for [Name]’s eyes to meet his. When they did, [Name] seemed to have more composure than him, he almost felt threatened by her eyes. As if he was the one to do something wrong, not her.

“Where have you been? I thought you were with your siblings?” Jake was more than confused, was she not just sleeping in her room with her siblings?

“Dad, we both knew where I was, no need to do this,” she did not seem angry, but she did stand her ground like the grown warrior she was becoming.

“Do not worry, Father. I have been watching the others,” Neteyam remarks, walking out of the Sully kid’s shared room.

He lays a hand on his father’s shoulder, “If anyone can go out alone on ikran and be fine, it is my sister. If anything, she was protecting the others, and you know they fight well.”

Jake smiles at his son, patting the hand on his shoulder. Jake nods, looking down as if thinking before looking back up at his daughter. He smiles at her, extending a hand, an invitation.

Her piercing gaze drops, her smile reaching her face again as she breaks out into a warm laugh, taking her father’s hand. Jake pulls his daughter and son closer, bringing them into his chest, where they rest their heads.

Later that night, all Jake can think about is how [Name] seemed just like Tsu’tey in that moment.

Tsu’tey patted Jake on the back, a harsh sort of pat, one you would give if you secretly wanted to do harm to the other.

“Jakesully, you do not understand our ways, you will never be one of us,” as much as his words sounded serious, with the smile on his face and the light tone in his voice told Jake that this was more affectionate than hostile.

Jake aimed his bow again, taking in a deep breath, eyes locking onto the makeshift target. He sucked in his stomach, raised his elbow and let go.

“Ah, pretty good,” Tsu’tey nodded, looking at the bulleye. “For a dreamwalker,” he teased, playfully smacking Jake’s shoulder.

Jake noted Tsu’tey’s smile was light, out of character for the Na’vi who usually wore a piercing glare around him. The smile was unusual but welcomed and only helped Jake prove to himself that he was, in face, becoming one of the people.

But what really sealed the deal for Jake, was when he assigned Lo’ak, Neteyam, and [Name] as look out for Lo’ak’s first mission.

He only let Lo’ak join because he had become awfully annoying with his pestering. Always on about how if [Name] and Neteyam could go, why couldn’t he? Jake figured that Lo’ak would lose interest or get too scared to do anymore if he let him join. How wrong he was.

Lo’ak was a pain in the ass as always, and Neteyam and [Name] were doing their best to keep him inline. The whole way to the checkpoint was full of non-stop chatter and jokes about how he was going to destroy the RDA, how he was going to beat them all up all on his own. [Name] though her eyes might get stuck with the amount her eyes would roll.

“Lo’ak, shut your damn mouth or I will tell mum what you keep in that basket in our room,” [Name] practically barks.

Lo’ak goes quiet, and [Name] can see the purple of his cheeks, even from where she is on her ikran. Neteyam smiles at her, and she takes that as a thanks.

The problem came when they arrived at the checkpoint, bombs went off, the train went off track, and Lo’ak decided he wanted a piece of the action, diving his ikran in the direction of the pa’li riders.

[Name] just held her hand up at Neteyam, telling him to keep on look out, and she dove to join her youngest brother.

When she landed, she found Lo’ak holding a gun, letting out a battle cry.

“Lo’ak!” [Name] came running, eyes dark and her ears pinned, straight for Lo’ak.

“Put that thing down,” she ordered, shoving the gun into someone else’s arms. “Today is not the day to be a skxawng, let’s go,” [Name] grabbed him by the ear and dragged him back to his ikran.

Jake watched this from where he was stationed, feeling a glimmer of pride for his daughter in his chest and a sparkle of deep annoyance for his son. But he was left little time to think before Neteyam warned him of an incoming RDA aircraft.

When they made it back to base, the three young warriors lined up, all three practically unscathed but their sisters still came and checked on them.

Jake looked into his eldest daughter’s eyes, he saw a warrior, a warrior that cared for her loved ones, one that did not take BS. He saw Tsu’tey. His na’vi brother. He looked into her eyes, yellow eyes filled with focus and determination, and he brought his hand from his forehead downwards in a smooth motion.

“I see you, daughter.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading! My requests are open so please feel free to request! <3333333

Taglist:

@nyotamalfoy @adrunkskeletonsduck @luvlykrispy @tainted-artist4161 @gamorxa @valentineheartzz @nighttimemoonlover

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pathologicalreid · 4 months

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Could you write a platonic Spencer X reader? Like she’s the new, youngest member on the team, he remembers how it feels like and kinda takes you under his wing.

neophyte | S.R.

in which dr. reid gives advice to help you cope with the requirements of your new job

who? spencer reid x fem!platonic!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: details from 1x6 "L.D.S.K.", mentions of killing an unsub, guns and general cm related violence. post prison reid.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: hi!! thank you! i had such a great time writing this! i love a good platonic reader fic <3. (side note i am currently working on making my way through all of my requests :-))

Your brows were furrowed in the dark, abandoned office that you darted into at the very first opportunity. Try as you might, you couldn’t forget the way your last case ended.

Some agents wore their first takedown like a badge of honor, but you had no interest in looking at this like an accomplishment.

You rubbed at your eyes, he was a killer, he had a knife to a teenager's throat, and yet, you felt bad that you had killed him. Emily had assured you that it was a clean shoot and you were right to kill him, but you didn’t care that it was a clean shoot. You cared that someone was dead, and you were the one who pulled the trigger. Shouldn’t it matter to you that by taking one life, you likely saved several others in the process?

Glancing over your shoulder to see if anyone could see you, you turned sharply into the empty office. It had been left abandoned years ago by Agent Morgan, and now you were grateful for the empty space. If you were going to cry, at least you could do it in peace.

The events kept playing in your head, the UnSub held the knife to the kid’s throat, and you asked him to let the kid go, but he knew he was going to jail anyway. The temptation of another kill was too good for him to turn down. You saw the flex of his wrist as he prepared himself to kill, and you pulled the trigger.

You struck him right between his eyes. You promptly walked the teenager to reunite with his parents before you snuck around the side of the building and hurled before returning to the rest of the team like all was well and good.

“Y/N?” A voice whispered into the office, and you braced yourself for someone to tell you that you shouldn’t be in there, you looked up and saw Reid, he had his token leather satchel over his shoulder like he was ready to leave. “Are you alright?”

Haphazardly, you wiped at the tears on your face and smiled weakly, “Yeah, I’m good.” You lied through your teeth, “Just uh…” you desperately tried to find a reason for being in the empty office, “enjoying the scenery.” You cringed inwardly, a five-year-old wouldn’t believe you, let alone a seasoned profiler.

Like you had done earlier, Spencer looked behind him before entering the office, he set his bag on the floor and slid his back down the wall, so he was sitting next to you on the floor. “So, how are you enjoying the blank walls?”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, “I am enjoying myself immensely, thank you very much.”

“So, what’s wrong?” He asked, nudging your arm gently.

Hesitantly, you turned to face Spencer. Kind, non-judgmental Spencer who had once lent you a book on the jet because you were bored. “I killed him,” you whispered. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

You watched as realization dawned on him, “Did Emily say it was a clean shoot?” He straightened his legs out in front of him.

Nodding, you went back to staring straight ahead. “Yeah, she said I gave him ample opportunity to cede and that I performed as necessary.” You took a deep breath and fiddled with the hem of your jacket, “but I didn’t… I’ve never…” How could you explain this to Spencer without sounding like a kid?

“You’ve never killed anyone before,” he finished for you. “Even though he was a serial killer and he would’ve killed that teenager, you still killed him.”

You sighed despondently, “Profilers.”

Reid leaned back against the wall. In your peripheral vision, you could see the light from the hallway as it fed into the office. “I had the same problem after I killed someone for the first time,” he admitted to you.

Your head snapped to face him. Quite frankly, you had a hard time believing him, Spencer was a BAU veteran at this point. “You did?” You whispered.

He nodded, “Philip Dowd,” he said, making a face like the name felt foreign to him now. “He would’ve killed me, our old unit chief, and an emergency room full of hostages had I not done it, but I still couldn’t convince myself it was justified.” He shrugged, “I didn’t sleep well for weeks afterward.”

Turning to face him, you tilted your head in curiosity, “How did you figure it out? How did you manage?”

“I had someone who could give me advice,” he told you pointedly. “I put pictures of his victims up in my room, so I had something to remind me why I’m doing this,” he answered. “I won’t lie to you, it’s never going to be something enjoyable about this job. Taking someone’s life is…. Brutal, but saving lives makes it tolerable.”

Silent tears streamed down your face, “I wish he had just put the knife down. It doesn’t feel like justice.”

Spencer nodded understandingly, “Sometimes it doesn’t, but that family that you reunited today? They’ll never forget you.” He reassured you, and you remembered the tears from that mother as she hugged you and thanked you for saving her son's life.

“For the good of the many, right?” You asked bitterly.

He hummed, “If that’s how you have to look at it, yeah, but if you don’t know how you have to look at it to feel normal yet, that’s okay too.” He swept a strand of hair from his face, “The point I’m trying to make is that I had someone to help me navigate all of this, and I think you could use that too.”

Your eyebrows raised, “Like a guru?” You asked, a light smile on your face.

“I was thinking more like a mentor, but sure. I could be your BAU guru,” he said, the grin plain in his voice.

Then the moment left as quickly as it came, you still couldn’t get the way the blood drained from his body out of your mind. You wiped a tear from under your eyes, “I can do this, Reid,” you assured him.

He reached over your head to a tissue box on top of a table, handing you the box, he answered, “I know you can. Emily wouldn’t have handpicked you from the academy if you didn’t have what it takes. You’re just what the BAU needs, and if you decide to stay, you’ll be perfect here.”

Unable to help it, you scoffed, “How do you just know that?”

“I’ve seen a lot of people come and go from the BAU, but no one who reminds me so much of myself. And I’ve been here for long enough that I hope you take those words for what they’re worth,” he answered you, not even bothered by your indignation. He stood first, reaching a hand out to help you to your feet, “You have my phone number, right?”

You furrowed your brows as you stood, “uh, yeah.” Garcia had programmed them herself on your very first day.

Spencer nodded, “Good. If you ever need help processing the job, or anything else, you can call. Or text. I’m usually better with calls. Any time, okay, Y/N?”

You cocked your head at him, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he answered simply as if it was obvious.

And just like that, he grabbed his bag and turned around. Heading into the elevator, he waved as the doors shut and you watched, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #written by margot #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #spencer reid x platonic!reader

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ghostcavities · 9 months

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⁀➷ copycat — hyunjin

you start copying hyunjin’s sad eating face without realizing it

includes: 9th member! & gn! reader, no pronouns used, lowercase intended, can be platonic or romantic

warnings: none, but i did want to say that i am not making fun of hyunjin’s habit in the slightest. i think it’s a cute quirk and i don’t want him to feel bad about it <3

status: rewritten, edited (to the best of my ability)

a/n: oof this was tough to go through 💀

he first noticed when fans were pointing it out online. there was a thread on twitter with pictures of hyunjin when he was taking large bites of his food, looking unnecessarily sad. he felt his face go a little warm in embarrassment. it’s something he’s tried to control, at least on camera, but it seems like he needs to try harder.

he checked the quote retweets, laughing or rolling his eyes at what people were saying when he saw it.

someone had posted a screenshot from a recent skz talker. you were in the background, barely in focus, shoving a large portion of ramyeon into your mouth, and you looked like you were on the verge of tears. the user added a caption, “looks like it’s rubbing off on the other members.”

he exhaled a quiet laugh. it wouldn’t surprise him if you were just poking fun at him like you usually do with the older members.

cute, he thinks. he sets his phone aside to start drawing, forgetting all about the tweet.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇🐰

then you went live the next day.

the group had ordered some subway for lunch and chan had asked hyunjin to give you your sandwich. he didn’t want you to eat alone, so he brought his own order with him to join you.

it went as expected. you both conversing with stay and each other. hyunjin tried to control his facial expression whenever he took a large bite. he looked at himself on the screen as he brought the sandwich up to his mouth, freezing when his eyes caught a glimpse you.

as you bit down, your eyes screwed shut and the inner corner of your eyebrows slanted. he was suddenly reminded of the screenshot from last night. he turned to look at you properly, waiting to see if that familiar teasing smirk would appear.

but you just started reading the comments again when you finished chewing. he said your name when you went to take another bite. your face scrunched up into a sad expression again.

“are you doing that on purpose?”

you tilted your head. asking around a mouthful of food, “doing what?”

hyunjin reached into his pocket, taking out his phone to find the skz talker from the tweet he saw the night before. he paused at the part with you in the back.

when he showed it to you, you blinked. looking at hyunjin, back to his phone, then to hyunjin again as you started to laugh. when you hid your face behind your hands, hyunjin couldn’t help but smile before laughing with you. he saw the tips of your ears go a little red, making him pat you in the back in sympathy.

“stay,” he addressed the audience after his laughter calmed down, keeping his hand on your back. “i’m afraid there are two members in stray kids who don’t know how to look normal when they eat now.”

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #skz x gn reader #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x gn reader #skz hyunjin #skz fluff #skz x 9th member #9th member of skz

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unluckiestmember · 11 months

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Hey. Could do headcanons of Gwen Stacy x No Powers! Reader, please? Recently I remembered Gwen's story and especially the incident with her Peter Parker, so I felt curious to know what her relationship would be like with a Reader who admires Gwen's heroic figure, however, as well as her old Peter, they are powerless, without any notorious particularities and feel interested in becoming something more, someone special like Gwen. Y'know, an uncertainty of seemingly everything is repeating itself.

Coming right up!

Gwen Stacy X Powerless! Reader

Characters: Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman

Tags: Can be read as platonic, can be read as romantic, oblivious!reader, supportive friend/girlfriend, confidence boosts, bullying and semi fluff.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Yeeeeeaaaah, so I know you were probably looking for a dark outcome, but I feel we don't have enough fluff around these parks and I'm a sucker for that, so ya. Enjoy, I am so sorry!

For such a fan of Spider-Woman, Gwen was surprised you couldn’t connect the dots.

She loved how you were inspired by her heroic persona enough to try and make little changes around you.

Was especially proud when you even used that to stand up for others who couldn’t take care of themselves.

This did result in you getting bullied though.

But Gwen would always be there to pick you up and chew out your harassers.

She loves how you talk about Spider-Woman being an icon to live up to, trust me, she does!

But she wishes you saw how powerful you were.

All you could see was someone who was ordinary, maybe the lowest of the low.

But in her eyes? You were way more than that.

You were her best friend, just like Miles. Just like Peter…

She would voice it at random moments during lunch or when you are both hanging out at the arcade.

She would also remind you in your lowest moments, touching your cheek and proclaiming in a whisper how spectacular you are.

You would believe her. But it was so hard when you are so normal.

You weren’t like her, you couldn’t easily go up against rude people and take care of others successfully.

You weren’t like Spider-Woman, who made everything look so easy.

That’s why you went to work in the lab, creating serum after serum of liquids that could hopefully give you the powers you desired.

You wanted to be like Spider-Woman? This was the only way.

… Until it wasn’t.

One day, you were visited by Spider-Woman herself! In the flesh, speaking to you of all people!

She told you how amazing you are, even without powers. Even if you tried to argue against it, she would just shut you down with the best of claims;

“You stood up for a kid the other day at school, even if the bully was twice your size! You helped your best friend Gwen with her project! You were there for her when she was at her lowest and lifted her up!”

It was a bit odd that she knew everything you did for your best friend, but that didn’t cloud the adrenaline and serotonin you gained.

You two talked all night, forgetting about everything and for once in your life, you felt invincible.

After that night, you realized something; You were normal, but that was okay.

Being ordinary didn’t mean you were weak or helpless, especially when you still try your best for yourself and for others.

Powers don’t make the hero, you do.

You also realized something else; How the hell did it take you this long to realize your best friend was the Spider-Woman?!

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day!

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lulu-tutu · 1 year

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Do you take platonic requests?

If so, could I request head-cannons, or anything you like really, of Splinter (can be 2012 or rottmnt) becoming a father figure for a reader who doesn’t have one? The reader becomes friends with the turtles and spends a lot of time at the lair, obviously because they want to spend time with their turtle buds, but also because they really like talking to Splinter and he kinda picks up on it after a while and decides “yep, I have a 5th kid now”.

Sorry if this is a bit of a strange request.

Father Figure ⭐️ Splinter (Platonic)

A/N: This wasn’t a strange request at all, I love requests like this because they really pull at my heartstrings. Was super fun to write, and I tried my best not to tear up as Father/Child scenes make me emotional lmao

Pairing(s): Platonic!Splinter x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Like, two swear words, teeny tiny bit of angst? Overall very soft <3

Proof read :)

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Spending so much of your free time down in the lair meant not only hanging out with the turtles, but also becoming close to their dad, Splinter.

So much time in fact that it started to feel like he was becoming your own dad.

The first time you had a proper conversation with him was when you were having a sleepover at the lair. While everyone else was knocked out cold in their own rooms, you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, so you decided to check out the one place the guys spend most of their time; the Dojo.

You first thought was to just marvel at the range of weapons they had, but you weren’t even close to doing that when you spotted a meditating Splinter sitting silently in the middle of the room.

Breathing a sigh of relief that the sound of you entering the room didn’t disturb him, you went to back out when his voice startled you. “Cannot sleep?”

Ah, shit. You fucked up.

Not wanting to be rude, you sheepishly nod, “Yeah, I’m really sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to try and tire myself out by walking around.”

It was then that he gently patted the space in front of him, inviting you over. With nothing else to do and honestly, why would you even decline, you complied and sat in front of him.

That night the two of you talked for a few hours. It started off a little bit awkward on your part, not knowing exactly what to say to him, but he was kind enough to lead the conversation.

You talked about the turtles, when they were younger and just learning how to defend themselves, about some of your future plans, if you had any that is, and if not, he would try and give you a push in the right direction with small ideas he thought would suit you.

At some point, your home life was brought up. You explained to him that it was just you and your mother when you were growing up. You never had a proper father figure, but you would never trade your mother in for the world.

He tells you that your mother did a wonderful job of bringing you up :’)

As time went by, you spent more and more time with Splinter. He’s shown you a few defensive moves in case anything were to happen when the boys weren’t around to help you, to which you profusely thanked him for. He was so proud when you managed to pin him down once (though he wouldn’t tell you that he was obviously going easy)

You two drink tea together a lot, and if you didn’t like tea, he would manage to find you something you would prefer.

At some point he begins to call you his child, it started off as ‘Okay, it’s because I’m a teenager, I understand’, but at some point to both you and him it starts sounding more like he’s definitely adopted you. And he has.

He tells you about Miwa and his past family, which you take in with watery eyes and a soft smile. At that point, you knew you were apart of the family.

Sometimes the guys like to tease you and Splinter, Raph often stating that “Well since you’re his favourite child-“

You would just grin with your hands on your hips, “I am the favourite child, thank you very much. Now if you excuse me, I’m telling dad that you ate my slice of pizza.” Just to be petty lmao

If you’re ever upset, your go to person would be Splinter. Something about the way he hugs you so tightly, with so much care in his embrace just makes you sob it all out until you felt better, his calming words making everything seem so little.

When Father’s Day arrives, you might or might not have actually celebrated it with him and the turtles. You bought him an actual cake that you all shared, and took plenty of photos to hang around the lair and in his room. It was a day to remember, especially when you could spot the little tears in his eyes.

Overall, Splinter is the best dad you could ever want, and you make sure he knows that.

#tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2k12 x reader #Tmnt x reader #Tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you #Tmnt platonic Splinter x reader #Tmnt Leo x reader #Tmnt mikey x reader #Tmnt raph x reader #Tmnt Donnie x reader

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Okay, I’m obsessed with the ever-so classic Found Family Trope, so would it weird if I ask for a reader who tried to steal Daemon’s sword while he was traveling, and daemon catches them and basically adopts them?

Reader: *Kicking and biting*

Daemon: Guess this kid’s mine now

The next victim.

Platonic! Daemon targaryen x reader

Plot: At night you choose your next drunk victim, only for this person to change your life forever.

Notes: Why do I want more of this? Why am I so invested? Anon thank you so much.

Words: 500

Taglist: @second-try-stevie @prettyinblack231 @dangerousbluebirdpoetry

Warnings: Yan-ish vibes. Daemon being amused, cursing, biting, and some other stuff. But you watch hotd so you’re used to it.

The streets grew cold as the moon shined bright onto the town. The night was just like any other with everyone drinking or sleeping, or taking in some other business. You how ever were out for your next victim. Growing up alone and having to fend for yourself was hard but it made you tough. You learned how to steal and make your way up in life without anyone noticing, given your still a child it was easy to hid behind things.

You watched as a man drunk and wobble along the streets, you couldn’t see him due to his cloak but you saw something shiny and you presumed it was expensive. So, you followed him around and each turn he took seemed like he didn’t know where he was going. When he came to a stop he feel against the wall and then onto the ground, he was sitting up and his head feel back. This was a more perfect time then any.

You saw the sword he hand on his hip stick out and you grinned. Slowly making your way over to him carefully not to wake him. When you got up close you looked at him and reached your arm out to grab the sword from his belt. Your hand placed on the top made you quietly sigh and you began to pull it out. But when his eyes opened and his hand grabbed yours you let out a shriek. “What do you think your doing?” He asked you tried to pull away.

“Let me go.” He laughed. “I could have your hand for trying to steal from me.” His grip tighten and you did the only think you could do. You bit him. Teeth sinking into his skin made him hiss in pain and push you off. “What the fuck.” You feel back as he stood up and tried to run. “I don’t think so you little brat.” His hand pulling you again and you screamed louder.

He scanned over you and took notice of everything you had on, underneath your own cloak was jewelry and given you didn’t look wealthy it must have been stolen. “Your pretty good at stealing, you would have had my sword if I was asleep.” A smirk grew on his face and his eyes darkened. He was going to keep you around and give you a home.

“I’ll take you in, my dear daughter. You can train your skills and work for me.” He leaned down and pulled you into his arms as you squirmed to get away. “You’ll make the world pay, my little dove.” And from that day forward you grew under his wing and became the ‘Silent Reaper’. Stealing from high people, killing bad people. Anyone who hurts someone and does wrong you kill on your own accord. And your boss…, Father, daemon sends you to place to take care of people. And when the day comes…

Team black is glad they have you on their side.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon x reader #yandere hotd #yandere daemon targaryen x reader #yandere daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen

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justtwotired · 4 months

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Like mother like son Lloyd x OC (platonic)

Alright, so I randomly had an idea, I just watched Percy Jackson, and you know that scene where Percy is like “I am Sally Jackson’s son” yeah that one, but then Lloyd to Misako about an oC (Aruna) because she was like a mom to him when Misako wasn’t there, so I give you Lloyd with a good mother figure.

(I aged the ninja up a bit for this one, because it’s very small Cole x oC but really not the main plot, it might be there if you squint your eyes.

They first met when Lloyd was around six. He had ran from Darkleys and ended up in a small café in Jamanakai. A girl that was 17 years old at the time was working there, as it was her parents shop and she brought him some hot chocolate as he seemed so cold.

“I have no money,” he told her with a sad pout and she smiled at him. “That’s alright, this one’s on me,” she said and he happily thanked her before drinking his hot chocolate.

He stayed for a while after that so she brought him some lemonade. “Where are your parents, sweetheart?” She asked and Lloyd shrugged.

“No idea, I don’t really remember my parents,” he said and her heart broke. “What happened to them?” She asked, wondering if he had maybe been living on the streets after an incident.

“Nothing, my mom left me at a boarding school and I have no idea where dad is,” he said and she frowned a bit. “Do your teachers know you’re here?” She asked worriedly.

“No, not like they’d care at darkleys,” he mumbled and she tried not to scoff. What kind of parent leaves their child at darkleys?

“Why don’t you drink up your lemonade and I’ll get you some paper and crayons,” she said, making him smile as she walked off to the back of the shop.

She came back and gave him the paper and crayons.

“What’s your name, love?” She asked and he looked up at her. “It’s Lloyd,” he said with a smile. “Lloyd Garmadon,” she smiled back at him, she obviously knew who his father was, but she didn’t mind, he seemed like a sweet kid.

“Nice to meet you Lloyd, I’m Aruna Whitlock,” she said, sticking out her hand. He looked at it confused and she smiled. “You shake it,” she whispered and he happily did so.

He stayed until Aruna had to close down, she had given him some food trough the day of course, making sure he was taken care of well. She looked at him as he sat in a corner, now playing games on her iPad.

“Come, I’ll bring you back,” she said and he pouted at her. “I don’t wanna go back,” he said and she gave him a sad look.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I can’t let you stay outside,” she said and he got of his chair, sadly. She took his hand and walked him to her car.

“Can I come back?” He asked. She knew that it wouldn’t be allowed by the school, but she also knew how horrible the school was.

“Whenever you want,” she said, making him grin. This was the first time in Lloyds memories that he experienced love.

The second time he visited, he came to sit with her behind the counter, telling her story’s about himself that definitely didn’t happen.

She did have to scold him a bit, telling him that he shouldn’t steal or be mean to others.

She did give him some cookies and her iPad, letting him watch some videos on YouTube as she helped her customers.

The third time he visited, she was prepared. She had bought some commics, blankets and a hoodie, as the boy always wore a t-shirt even though it was cold outside.

It was plain black, but she hoped he’d like it anyway.

Spoiler alert, he loved it. But the comics weren’t of much use, the boy couldn’t read a word.

Aruna should’ve thought about it, he was only 6 after all. She wondered how he even managed to escape his school all the time.

But now, every time he visited, when there were no clients, she took her time to teach him how to read.

The boy was actually quite smart and at his tenth visit, he could already read small children’s books. He begged Aruna to give him some off the comics to read and she finally gave in.

It went pretty well, but he ran over a lot of times to ask her about a certain word, which she then explained to him.

This is how he became obsessed with starfarer and he visited so much eventually, that it didn’t take long before he had read all of them.

Whenever a new one came out, Aruna bought it so the boy could read it when he came by.

It was his the twenty first time he visited that he proudly showed off his black hoodie, which he painted with white paint so it looked like a skeleton.

It was messy, but Aruna could laugh about it and called it beautiful, making his eyes shine.

One of the days Lloyd best remembers, is the day he visited on a Thursday, the day the shop was closed.

He sat outside the shop door, tears staining his cheeks because he really wanted to see Aruna.

Luckily for him, she had forgotten her phone charger the day before so she found him at the doorstep.

He hugged her tightly when he saw her and in tears he explained that he had missed her so much.

She hugged him and picked him up in her arms. He burried his face in her neck and mumbled something before he fell asleep.

Aruna just opened the cafe door and made a makeshift bed out of some blankets and pillows, where she laid him down.

When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes and found a glass of lemonade and the newest starfarer comic next to him.

He looked up to spot Aruna with a cup of coffee at one of the tables and she winked at him.

He happily read his comic and drank the lemonade. He had run up to her three times to know the meaning of a word or what it said.

“Lloyd,” she said when he finished the comic, he looked up at her with questioning eyes. “Have you heard that there’s a starfarer movie?” She asked and his eyes lit up.

“There is?” He asked and she nodded. “It’s actually in the cinema today… wanna go?” She grinned and his mouth fell open.

“Really?” He asked and she nodded. “Really,” she said.

This day is what Lloyd would call the best day of his life.

It had been a bit longer than a year of his visits. He was at the cafe once every two weeks at least and he and Aruna had became really close.

So close that one day… he accidentally called her mom.

“Oh- I mean, Aruna,” he quickly said, a scared look on his face. She smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

“You can call me mom if you want to, love,” she said and he grinned, showing of his little fangs that Aruna had no idea where he got from.

Years went by and nothing really changed in their cycle, Lloyd visited, called her mom, learned new things and manners, and you could go on.

She loved the boy like a son, she made sure he had a place to go to when he needed help, when he needed a mom.

“Were you demanding candy from the villagers again?” Aruna asked, looking unamused as she raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy, hanging on a wall with the hood of his hoodie.

“Yes…” he mumbled and she sighed. “What did I tell you about bothering people and being disrespectful?” She asked.

“To not do it,” he said, looking at the ground with a pout. “And what did you do?” She asked. “I still did it- but like- this is just mean!” He said and she chuckled.

“You’re right, this is mean,” she said and took him off the wall, holding him in her arms. “So we learned not to do that again, right?” She asked and he nodded, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

She took him inside and gave him some apple juice and a lollipop to keep him busy while she helped her clients.

When there weren’t any clients, Lloyd told her the story about how the ninja had stopped him and where complete meanies, in his words.

She told him that it was not fair how they treated him, but that he should not be a meanie to other people either, making him sigh and nod.

“Shall I bring you home?” She asked and he shook his head. “I’ll walk,” he said and she frowned.

“Are you sure, love? I could give you a ride if you just wait a few hours,” she said but he shook his head.

“No, I want to walk, it’s good for me, right mom?” He asked and she chuckled.

“Yes, exercise is good, but sometimes taking a kind offer is also good,” she bend down to be at his height.

“Yes, but I want to walk, I want to go back anyway,” he said and she chuckled at him and kissed his cheek.

“Than you may walk,” she said and he waved her goodbye through the front windows.

She could never have guessed what Lloyd would do next and she could never have stopped it.

Later that day, some villagers took refuge in her shop. There were serpentine outside, terrorising the people around, they said.

“Lloyd Garmadon is with him, he’s always here, isn’t he?” A woman said and Aruna’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure it was Lloyd?” She asked and the woman nodded. “Pretty sure, he was rather proud with calling his name,” she said and Aruna put a hand over her mouth.

“I am so sorry, stay here, I’ll talk to him,” she said and walked outside. She saw some serpents but it only looked like they were in a hurry to get away.

There wasn’t any sight of Lloyd, but it wouldn’t surprise Aruna if he was really behind it, there were deserted wheelbarrows of candy and Lloyd had always been fascinated by serpentines.

She looked around with sad eyes as some villagers were hurt. She then noticed the ninja were also there.

One dressed in black came over when he saw her staring. “Can we help you, Miss?” He asked and she nodded.

“Please don’t tell me Lloyd was with the serpentine,” she said and his eyebrows rose slightly.

“I- yes, he uh, he was, it actually seemed like he was commanding them,” he said and Aruna groaned.

“He said he was going back to darkleys,” she said, rather disappointed. “You know him?” He asked and Aruna nodded.

“He’s in my shop a lot, can I give you my number, so you can call me if you find him?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes, of course,” he said and took out his phone. They exchanged numbers and soon enough he left.

“Did you just get the number of that pretty girl?” Kai teased him and Cole nodded.

“Yes, but not because of what you think, she knows that little trouble maker, she seems to care about his wellbeing,” he said and Jay huffed.

“Why would someone care? He just let the serpentine lose, no one can tell what will happen now,” he said annoyed.

“Awe come on Jay, he’s just a kid,” Nya said and Jay quickly changed sides, stumbling over his words and blushing.

Kai rolled his eyes while Cole laughed at him.

It was a week later when Aruna got a call from Cole.

“Hey, it’s me, the black ninja, but just call me Cole,” he said, a bit awkwardly.

“Have you found Lloyd?” She asked quickly, having been worried all week.

“Yeah, yesterday evening, I didn’t want to bother you so I waited until morning to call,” he said and she just brushed this off.

“It’s fine, where are you? I’m coming over to see him,” she said and he was surprised for a moment but thought it couldn’t hurt if she stopped by. He hadn’t really realised Lloyd was apparently this important to her.

He told her where they were and Aruna grabbed her keys, closed the shop and got into the car, ready to drive over there.

She called her parents on the way, telling them that she closed the shop and they needed to fix someone else because she had an emergency.

Damn was she lucky they were understanding people.

She had already gotten the news that the ninja were taking residence on a flying ship, so she didn’t think much when she saw it.

She rushed on board and the four ninja all seemed to be training there.

The red one seemed to notice her first and greeted her politely. “I’ll go get him,” he said but before he could do so, the boy already came running outside.

“Mom!” He called and jumped into her arms. She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, before putting him down.

“What did I tell you about hurting other people and behaving?” She asked in a scolding tone.

“Always be kind and don’t do anything that might hurt other people or myself,” he said, looking at the ground.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to set the serpentine free?” She asked and he shrugged.

“The ninja had been mean,” he moped and Aruna sighed and looked at the ninja who where staring at them from a few feet distance.

She stood up and crossed her arms. “Did you apologise to him?” She asked in a scolding tone.

“Uh, no?”

“I don’t think we did…”

“Obviously not,”

“I think we might’ve forgot…”

“Apologise to him, now,” she pointed at the boy and the surprised ninja all muttered apologies.

“Have you apologised to the ninja?” She asked the boy who crossed his arms rebelliously.

“What do I have to apologise for? They started it!” He pointed and she raised her eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” She asked and he pouted at her, making tilt her head to the side slightly.

“Sorry mom,” he said before turning to the ninja. “Sorry, I guess,” he said. “Lloyd,” she said and he looked back at her before he turned to the ninja again.

“I’m sorry I set the serpentine free and kind of messed up,” he said.

At that moment, a man with a long white beard came walking outside.

“Sensei Wu! Your sister in law seems to be here!” Kai called and the man looked up in surprise and longing.

“Misako?” He asked and Aruna raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never met him,” she said.

Wu frowned as he walked over. “And I’m sure I never met you,” he said and that’s when Lloyd took over.

“Mom, this my uncle, uncle, this is Aruna, my kind off mother” he said and Aruna chuckled and stuck out her hand for Wu to shake, which he did.

“I think you know I’m not his actual mom- I’m also much to young for that, but he calls me mom,” she said while Lloyd held her hand and leaned against her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aruna,” Wu said kindly, rather happy to see Lloyd had found some sort of parental figure.

“Can she stay with us, please, please, please!? There is enough room on the bounty!” Lloyd begged.

“If she wants to, she may stay here,” Wu said and looked at his students. “Right boys?” He asked.

“Uh, sure, I don’t mind,” Cole shrugged. “I think Nya would like her,” Kai nodded.

The other two agreed aswel and Aruna chuckled.

“I’m not sure Lloyd, I still have the shop and I really don’t want to be a bother,” she said but he rolled his eyes at her.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to quit anyway? Your parents can take care of it, can’t they?” He asked, and even though she thought it irresponsible, she let herself be convinced by Lloyd.

It did lead to the very awkward moment where she met his dad, though.

Garmadon had not been interested in her, at all, but the moment they came back to the ship after trying to save Lloyd, he saw the devastatingly, heartbroken look in the girls eyes when she found out Lloyd was still in the erupting volcano, he thought maybe his son had been really important to her.

He had been right, because the moment Lloyd got back, it wasn’t his father he immediately ran to for comfort and a hug, no he ran to the strange girl and called her mom.

Of course, he did get a hug after, but he was really surprised, because for a second he was conflicted if Misako had just changed so much or if this was just a random girl.

The answer was obvious of course.

When it became clear Lloyd was the green ninja, Aruna had stayed with him all night, because she knew he was going to need her.

In his room, he told her about how heroic he was going to be and how he was going to be a great fighter.

“And than, when the time comes, I will beat-” he cut himself off as realisation flooded trough him. “I will beat my dad…” he said and looked at Aruna with heartbroken eyes, tears starting to spill.

She held him, the whole light she held him. She sat on his bed and he laid in her lap, sobbing until he fell asleep.

The next day the ninja found the two, Lloyd snoring in a sleeping Aruna’s arms, it was the moment they really realised how important this girl was for the boy they actually started to like.

Through the days, the ninja actually became great friends with Aruna, deciding that they had to put up with Lloyd for a long while, so they would be ‘stuck’ with Aruna aswel.

When they defeated the great devourer, she helped them find jobs and things that they could do to earn money.

She loved watching as they trained Lloyd in the Mojo Dojo.

She also loved watching Lloyd glare at Dareth whenever he tried flirting with her.

She did like it when they got the bounty back, it had really started to feel like home to her, and now she could watch the ninja train Lloyd there.

Cole started to make some time to teach Aruna some stuff aswel. “If you’re going to be around for as long as we think, you might aswel learn how to fight, you’re going to need it,” he had told her.

She really liked the training time with Cole and couldn’t help but blush ever time he moved her a bit to better her stance.

The day of the tomorrow’s tea, is a day Aruna would never forget. She had been out for a while, and when she came back, nobody was home.

She didn’t think much off it and waited for them to get back.

They jumped onto the deck one by one and she looked around the group for a few seconds.

“Where are Kai and Lloyd?” She asked, the group exchanged looks and Cole stepped forward.

“Listen, Andy, something happened,” he said and the frowned. “Are they okay? Is Lloyd hurt? Is he in the hospital?” She asked and he quickly calmed her down by grabbing her hand.

“No, it’s not that- it’s… you better see so for yourself,” he said and moments later, Lloyd walked onto the deck.

He only seemed about three or so years younger than she was. Her breath hitched and tears started stinging in her eyes.

What happened to her boy?

“What happened?” She asked, her voice breaking. “There was an incident with some aging tea…” he shrugged, trying to give her as reassuring smile.

It fell when he saw the heartbroken look in her eyes.

“Hey,” he tried to laugh as he walked towards her taking her hands in his. “Mom, I’m still here, alright?” He said and she nodded before pulling him into a hug.

The group watched all a bit mournfully as they watched a mother and son that could be mistaken for a brother and sister, two friends, or even boyfriend and girlfriend (everyone felt disgusted by the last one really) hug, knowing that the bond they had would never be able to break.

Aruna had joined the group when they visited the museum, it was pure coincidence that she was there, but it was lucky she was, because it was important for Lloyd at that moment.

“You guys are such idiots,” Aruna laughed as she looked at the destroyed gift shop. “Oh come on, like you could’ve done it better,” Kai said.

They made their way out of the shop to see Wu with a woman, he seemed rather in love.

“So, are you gonna introduce us?” Jay asked and Wu nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “This is Misako, Lloyds mother,” he said and Aruna felt her heart crashing trough the ground as she looked at the woman who actually really resembled the boy.

They all stood to the side and looked at a surprised Lloyd.

“My- my mother?” He said and the woman smiled.

“Ah, Lloyd? My little boy,” she walked toward him. “You’re so much bigger then I remember. “

Aruna glared slightly at the woman and Cole laid a hand on her shoulder, and gave her a concerned look. She just lightly smiled at him.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long time,” Lloyd said, recoiling from her touch.

“I didn’t want us to meet like this,” Misako shook her head. “I have a reason why I’ve been away!” She tried to explain.

“Well I don’t wanna hear it,” he spat and turned away, walking toward the door.

“Lloyd wait! Please!” She called. “You’re my son!” She cried desperately.

Lloyd turned around and for a moment Misako seemed to have hope until she saw his angry glare.

“I am Aruna Whitlocks son!” He yelled at her before turning away and slamming the door.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Aruna said, walking toward the door.

“Maybe it’s better if I go to explain my reasons,” Misako laid a hand on Aruna’s shoulder and the girl turned around with a small huff.

“No, I think it’d be better if I go,” she said with a a small sneer.

“And who are you?” Misako asked, a bit irritated. “I am Aruna Whitlock,” she answered with triumph before going after Lloyd.

Aruna found Lloyd sitting at a large sinkhole. She walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, love?” She asked and sat down next to him.

“It’s so unfair how she thinks she can just explain her reasons and think we’re all good again,” he said and rested his head on Aruna’s shoulder.

“It is unfair,” Aruna said. “But maybe if you heard her out, you might want to give her another chance,” she tried and Lloyd huffed.

“Another chance at what?” He asked and Aruna shrugged. “Well she’ll never get another chance at being my mother, that spot is taken,” he said and the girl chuckled.

“Yes, I’d be jealous,” she teased, making him laugh lightly. “But maybe another chance to be in your life,” she combed her hand trough his hair like she did whenever he couldn’t sleep or had a nightmare.

“You might wanna look out, that sinkhole doesn’t have a bottom, son,” the voice of Misako entered the room. “It’s where I found the ancient stone warrior,” she explained.

Aruna stood up from her spot and looked at the woman for a moment. “I’ll leave you to alone, I’ll wait outside,” she said before she kissed the top of Lloyd head and headed outside.

Aruna waited outside of the room and she saw the others about to head inside. “Are you coming aswel, Aruna?” Zane asked and and she gave him a small smile.

“No thanks, I’ll wait,” she said in a small voice. Deep inside, she felt scared that Lloyd would choose Misako as his mother again and they’d lose their spark.

After composing herself, Aruna headed inside, to see what was going on and if the two made up.

“Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had time do,” she heard Misako said. “But faced with saving you and the world, I had no other choice,” she said.

Aruna came to stand with the others and Lloyd stood up.

“I can forgive you,” he said, making Misako smile. “And I can let you back into my life again,” he continued, slowly stepping towards the others behind him.

“But I am afraid to say the face of a mother belongs to someone else,” Lloyd looked at Aruna who gave him a reassuring smile.

(Tell me if you want a part two or maybe a series of this,)

#honestly does anyone like Misako?#ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago misako #cole brookstone x reader #ninjago cole x reader #cole x reader #cole brookstone

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toska-writes · 1 year

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“Safety in Numbers”

Summary: A huge thunderstorms strike the air, and it’s hard for someone with heighten sense and someone who spent their whole life in a war.

Pairing: Hunter x GN padawan reader (ok guess what.. I bet you don’t know. It’s Platonic!

Warning: hurt and comfort. PTSD mentions and such. Blood but it’s only mentioned once and nondescript. We love dad Hunter here!

Word count: 942

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BOOM.

Thunder struck the ground as you tossed back over in your bunk. As silly as it was your blanket formed a protective layer between you and the storm.

You’d been awake for hours. Thunder struck since the early hours of the night making sleep vacant.

BOOM.

Every time you closed your eyes the noise echoed through your skull, it sounded a little too familiar and the memories it brought back weren’t pleasant.

You saw their faces flashing across your vison, the horrific scenes played out over and over again. If you really concentrated you could smell it as well.

Smoke, sweat, and blood.

Lighting flashed and the whole ship shook with the force of the invisible thunder. You couldn’t take it anymore. Someone else had to be awake right? Maybe a walk would help clear your head.

You’d never wake a sleeping member of the crew you were currently stationed with, which was Clone Force 99. They needed just as much sleep as you were missing right now.

You stumbled from your bunk, every time a new sound was made you froze making the journey to the cockpit ever so slow. Clearly the walking idea was out.

Breath in 1 2, breath out. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing can get you. You thought over and over once again.

But with every loud noise that thought slipped further and further away from you.

BOOM.

Coming to the cock pit you weren’t necessarily surprised to see the sergent of Clone Force 99 still awake.

Hunter sat in one of the front seats facing the dark scenery where rain banged against the glass. Hunter leaned slightly into his arm that propped him up, both hands were cupped around his face.

Without giving his unfortunate circumstances you’d almost think he looked at peace watching the rain, like he enjoyed it.

He still picked up your steps over the loud noises raging outside as he quickly turned to look at you spinning in his chair.

You gave him a small smile, by no means did it reach your eyes. “Hey.” The words barely slipped past your teeth and you stood there wondering if you said them at all.

“What’s wrong kid?” Hunter spoke softly, clearly he saw your tear stained face and best attempt at a comforting smile. Nothing could get past him, even in the dark.

“Nothing,” You shook your head slightly. “Just… couldn’t sleep is all.”

He gave you a slight look but didn’t press further, he didn’t need his heightened sense to tell him you were on edge and uncomfortable. Scared even.

Another bolt of lighting strikes the ground creating a huge boom right along after it, suddenly Hunter was on his feet and met you in the middle of the cockpit where you stumbled too.

“Shhh kid it’s ok, I got ya. I don’t like it either. It’s ok ” Hunter rambled into your ear. He held you tightly to his chest rocking back and forth for a moment.

You looked up at him, the pain on his face and the wavering of him in the force told you all you needed to know. “I got you too Hunter alright, Safety in numbers am I right?” You tried to joke but all you felt was numbness.

Hunter held you tighter walking back over to the seat he just vacated. The two of you squished in together. “Don’t worry about me kid, been dealing with loud noises and such for a while.”

Hunter looked down at your huddled form, he could feel the racing heartbeat in your chest.

This was wrong. “I’m so sorry kid.” He spoke into your hair. “You should be playing in the rain, watching it fall, be scared of it if you want but it shouldn’t be like this.”

BOOM.

Hunter wasn’t sure why he was angry or at who but seeing you now experiencing fear and hurt of this level sat wrong with him.

Another boom came, the noise rang in the skull of the trooper. Why him? He understood Crosshairs own struggles sometimes knowing his brother if he were here with you instead would have a problem with the lights that flashed across the sky. But as his head throbbed he almost could admit he was jeoulse of his sleeping brothers.

The duo sat in the chair quietly, muffled tears and whimpers were lost to the raging storm just outside.

Hunter looked down now after a while, the rise and fall of your body wasn’t perfect but it meant that you were asleep hopefully having a dreamless sleep. How could something like this happen to a kid like this? A good kid.

Hunter stood now with you still tightly bundled in his arms. He made is way back through the ship trying not to jump when the thunder struck yet again.

Setting you in his bunk he watched you for a moment in the dark.

“I’m sorry for this life vod’ika.” He whispered “But we can have safety in numbers if you want.”

He slowly climbed into the bunk after you, making sure some part of him protected you from the storm on the exterior of the ship. An arm of his draped over your shoulder and chest pulling you closer.

Sleep never welcomed Hunter that night, not as long as you were asleep. Knowing you too well that you’d wake up while the storm would still be going, disoriented from sleep and scared.

If he could stop that and comfort you for just a second making you feel safer. In Hunters book that’s worth losing a little sleep.

He felt you shift beside him, grasping firmly to his arm.

Safety in numbers, it always works.

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mirrorsmoonlight · 4 months

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☆ ~ you don’t have to fight anymore

pairing: platonic!mizzen x district 5!reader summary: while you’re stuck in the cage you offer to be someones pillow for the night—or which mizzen ditches coral to get some well earned rest, maybe even a friend. but friendships don’t make it that far when it’s all for themselves. warnings: bonding (at first), canon violence, death, some language, uploaded via iphone, this was in my drafts for too long so i uploaded it :0

when he first approached you you’d felt fear, it wasn’t a secret that his district partner was one of the scariest tributes in here and your position didn’t really make you trust others that easily. but when you looked over you could sense he wasn’t planning to harm you, him looking more scared than you as he approached.

you were quiet as he stood infront of you, eyes directed away from his form to hopefully encourage him to spill the reason he came. but only after a few moments you couldn’t stand the awkward silence any longer, “with coral’s tight grip on you i never thought you’d ever make any connections with anyone but her.”

mizzen’s eyes embarrassedly shot down to his feet, your tone letting him know this was already a bad idea, “well i- just wanted to talk to you, it kinda gets boring talking to one person all the time.” at that your eyes softened a little, reminded that the other tributes you’d soon be against we’re around your age - mizzen looking like he were one of the youngest - and were all coping in different ways.

“right, sorry,” you shot him an embarrassed smile before patting the open spot next to you, “here, to make up for the bad first impression i made.”

he shot a sideways smile in thanks, making himself at home on the uncomfortable rock you perched yourself on before nervously turning towards you. “what’s your name,” there was genuine curiosity on his face, making you both confused and appreciative in a way.

“(name),” you smiled for a short moment but then frowned as the awful thoughts of what’s to come poisoned your mind and shot down your elevated attitude from moments before, “what does it matter anyways? in a few days we’ll be fighting to the death, not caring about our opponents name or the life they had before.”

“oh,” hurt blossomed across his face, sitting in silence for a bit as he pondered what to say back, “it matters because our names are the only thing we can keep, the rest of our life stripped away from us as soon as our names were called.”

“i know we’re all gonna die - that much is clear - but i just hoped i could know you all before that,” guilt bubbled back at the back of your throat again, his face scrunched up in a sad frown when you looked back at him.

“shit, m’sorry kid, things have just been overwhelming,” you finally turned towards him, averting your whole attention to the conversation, gesturing towards him as you muttered your next words, “and that doesn’t excuse my behavior, since you’re obviously handling it somewhat better than i am.”

you paused for a moment, “it just that, knowing eachother will only make it harder when one of us have to die,” a tinge of sadness in your gaze as you looked at the young boy.

“that’s true,” mizzen looks down at his hands, a tear slipping down his cheek as he tries his best to get it together, upset at how emotional getting reaped made him and not wanting others to find him as an easy target because of his open vulnerability, “ it’s just, maybe we don’t have to be enemies.”

his innocence made your heart hurt, “maybe not out here but in the arena you have much better chances with coral, so sometime along the way we’ll be on opposite sides.” not sparing any time after to change the subject.

“well I’m actually kinda glad you came,” you offered a smile, “it’s nice knowing that they’re people who care enough to ask those types of things regardless of the circumstances we’re in.” mizzen smiled in return - the drying tear tracks staining his cheeks - although halfway through it, it broke into a yawn.

“you should go rest with coral,” you gestured where she was, not hiding the fact she was watching our interaction, “don’t want her coming for my head before we even get into the arena by keeping you here.”

mizzen looked back at her before shrugging, “i don’t think i mean that much to her, she’s probably just watching to make sure i don’t betray her in the arena.”

that caused the words to die in your throat, not knowing how to respond, having to have him to continue the conversation, “could i just stay here for the night? I don’t want to go back.”

you nodded in response as a sense of protectiveness washing over you, “you can rest on my shoulder too if you want, i know that there isn’t much in here that’s comfier.” mizzen looked at you for a second, contemplating your offer before gently resting his head on you, muttering a little ‘thank you’ before he closed his eyes.

it didn’t have to end like this, it shouldn’t have ended like this. the guilt bubbling in his throat mixing with the bile that he had to force himself to hold back as he watched your body fall from the beam before landing with the harsh smack on the arena floor.

what’s worse was that he was apart of this.

although he knew coral was planning to kill you, did he have to be apart of the joint effort? couldn’t he have distracted her a bit or maybe messed up so you could get away? couldn’t have coral asked tanner or treech to do it with her instead?

his momentary shock was dissipated as coral called for him and the others, readying up to hunt lucy gray after catching her emptying the water bottles they had gathered prior to killing you.

he carefully climbed down from the beam before crouching at your body - making sure the others weren’t watching before continuing - to mutter the last message to you that’ll come from his lips, “rest, it’s your turn to dream now.” he paused for a moment before his shaking fingers gently shut your eyes closed.

before making his way to the others, he shot a sorrowful look over his shoulder one last time, knowing that soon he’ll either join you or he’ll have to live with the guilt of what he’d done.

a/n: uploading a treech fic soon! and completely disregard the fact that this wasn’t posted on saturday :0

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kimetsu-chan · 2 months

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Since you said to request- I guess I am HSAJDHSAKDJH

Might be more goofy but MariMui fic (Maybe specifically in Kimetsu Gakuen) where he tries to give Mari hints that he likes her... But she doesn't seem to realize and sees them as platonic gestures. Muichiro gives her little gifts, which he usually doesn't do. He's more physically affectionate with her... And even says "I love you" whenever they have to separate (<- Mari isn't as oblivious with romantic gestures towards others, but Muichiro is different since they've always been affectionate to each other since kids, so she thought it was like that-)

With some help with Tanjiro, Yui (and Yume, if you're okay with another oc and also made by Bunskero!!) , he was able to confess his love to Mari in Valentines day... And after moments of processing, she now just realizes he likes her and boom! happy ever after

This is such a confusing scenario im sorry

~Frustrating~

A/N: HEHEHEHEHEHEHE MARIMUI— I was planning this out and I was like, “yknow what would be kinda funny? Is if it was in Yuichiro’s perspective.” So now we’re here :3

And it’s not confusing, tysm for making it detailed ♥️

This is not proofread, please lmk if there are any mistakes

TWs: none except MariMui are idiots in love and Yui is absolutely sick of it

Yuichiro was tired.

Tired of seeing his lovesick brother try, keyword try, to subtly confess to the girl he liked. Tired of seeing it all go right over her head.

And he was especially tired of watching them all lovey dovey, right in front of him. And still claim that they weren’t together.

Yuichiro just wanted them to confess and get it over with so he wouldn’t have to listen to his brother’s rambles about, “How is this not working? Am I not being obvious enough?” Yuichiro gave his brother an unimpressed look as he rambled.

“Maybe she’s just dumb— OW”

Muichiro threw a book at him. And it landed on his head.

Yuichiro couldnt help but be salty the next day at school. Of course he was grumpy because his forehead had a bruise now, but he was also grumpy because he had to see Muichiro and Mari being idiots in love.

With a sigh, Yuichiro could find comfort in knowing that Valentine's Day was the next day and that Muichiro had a plan to confess in a way that couldn’t be misinterpreted. He, along with Mari’s friend, Yumera, and Tanjiro, they were gonna help Muichiro carry out his plan.

He watched Muichiro do his daily goodbye, and “I love you” with a scowl on his face. He made a loud coughing noise as Muichiro waved her off with an impatient tap of his foot. He sighs and nudges his brother before nodding at Yumera and Tanjiro who were talking to each other by the front door of the school.

“We gonna go discuss your plan to get a girlfriend or are you just gonna keep gawking at her from afar.”

Muichiro stuck his tongue out at his brother as a slight blush spread across quickly across his face.

This only made Yuichiro roll his eyes and stuff his hands in his pockets.

It was mainly Tanjiro, Yumera, and Muichiro discussing the plan. Yuichiro was kinda just sitting there, grumpy. He didn’t really have any involvement in the plan, so why did he have to help?!

Oh well, Muichiro was not going to let him sit this one out.

The group had decided that Yumera would ask Mari help her with something after school. She told her to meet her by the blossoming willow tree near the back of the school right after last classes ended. It was Tanjiro and Yuichiro’s job to keep everyone else away from the willow tree at that time.

Yuichiro thought that was doable, so he agreed. He didn’t know how exactly they were supposed to keep other people away, but Yuichiro’s plan was to just scare them all away.

With the plan set in stone, the group went to their separate homes. Yuichiro was not at all prepared for Muichiro’s constant worries. In the car alone, he was bombarded with questions such as,

“Do you think it will work?”

“Will it be enough?”

“What if she doesnt like me like that”

“What if she rejects me?!”

Yuichiro had to hold back from hitting his brother after that. Muichiro only seemed to calm down a little once Yuichiro expressed that there was no way Mari would reject him. Yuichiro thought Muichiro was stupid for not realizing how much Mari obviously liked him.

Muichiro’s worry died down for the night, but oh boy was it back in full swing the next morning.

He was constantly fidgeting, and got extremely nervous around Mari.

When the time actually came to get ready for the plan, Yuichiro was happy to get away from the worries that were spewing out of his brother’s mouth.

The end of the school day approached quickly and Yuichiro gave Tanjiro and Yumera one last nod before leaving to survey the willow tree. Thankfully, no one was there at the moment so he didnt have to shoo them away. No on really came up either, except Yumera who came to confirm what she told Mari before leaving the school.

As he saw Mari approaching, Yuichiro went to hide with Tanjiro by the actual school building.

He watched as Muichiro handed the girl a card with his face all red. He saw Muichiro’s mouth moving, but he couldnt hear him.

As he saw Mari’s own cheeks turn into a bright red color, he could only assume it was a success.

He suspicions were confirmed when his brother shot him a happy smile, signaling that Mari had accepted.

He and Tanjiro approached the tree and Mari looked at them in bewilderment. Yuichiro raised an eyebrow as he stopped right in front of the two.

“Took you guys long enough.”

Yuichiro was halfway through rolling his eyes before he let out a sudden yelp. He jumped away from the boy next to him and borderline squealed at him.

“What was that for?!”

Mari tilted her head in slight confusion and turned to said boy.

“Tanjiro? What’d you do?”

Tanjiro snicked and he didnt even have to answer, Yuichiro did for him.

“He pinched me!”

Muichiro smirked, not passing up the chance to tease his brother. He folded his arms and Mari immediately wrapped her arms around one of his and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, you kinda deserved it.”

Then Tanjiro and Mari had to spend the rest of the day to make sure Yuichiro didn’t kill his brother, the end

A/N: i love MariMui.

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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For the Best - Part 1

Max Verstappen x Reader, Platonic!Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warning: Domestic abuse, bruises, violent thoughts from Daniel.

Summary: The dark secret of your relationship is uncovered ne evening by Daniel.

Word Count: 2710

Authors note: This is a dark fic kids! Please do not read if it is going to trigger you! Please! This is also in no way glorifying abuse in any way shape or form! If you or anyone you know is in this situation, please seek help and do not stop until you get it.

For the Best:Part 2

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“Yes, I am sure you can come over, it’s just the usual crowd here, no, no, man, you know them, they would all love to have you round” Max was trying to convince you to come around after a strange phone call from you asking what he was up to.

Not that you hanging out together was weird, it was odd that you were asking for it though, Max normally being the one to initiate any time spent together, knowing your boyfriend was less than impressed with your friendship with him.

God, he hated your fucking boyfriend, the insufferable prick, but he also knew that if he was in your boyfriends’ position and he knew you had a friend like Max, who was undeniably and unequivocally in love with you, he’d be a prick too.

But it was more than that and Max just couldn’t put his finger on it, there was something about Chris that rubbed him the wrong way, something about him just felt off, just felt cruel but time and time again you had reassured him that was “was a delight” and he’d absolutely love him if he just gave him a chance and truly the more time he spent with Chris the more he so desperately wanted to just punch him in his smug little face, and not because he was in love with you, because, fuck, he doesn’t know, because Chris was just Chris.

“Is that Y/n?” Charles whisper shouted towards Max trying to figure out who Max inviting round, hoping it was you, all of the drivers loving spending time in your company since you had wiggled your way into all their hearts.

Max only nodded in return as he continued to listen to you ramble on the other end on the phone, coming up with excuses about why you didn’t want to ruin their boys’ time.

“No, you’re basically one of the boys” Max cringed as he said it, you definitely were not one of the boys and all the silent looks being sent his way confirmed his inner monologue, “It’s just me, Charles, Lando, Carlos, Pierre and Daniel, yes, yes, no, you do not have to get us pizza” he hated how thoughtful you were sometimes.

“Meat lovers please!” Daniel shouted towards the phone, Pierre and Lando agreeing with him, Charles and Carlos asking for something with at least a few vegetables on it.

“She’s not getting us pizzas” Max admonished the other drivers, trying to conclude the conversation with you so you’d get over here faster, “no! Y/n! do not get the, shit”.

“She hang up on you?” Daniel asked, taking a sip of his wine as he continued to watch Pierre and Charles battle it out on Call of duty.

“She did hang up on me” Max plopped down next to Daniel, grabbing his own drink, seemingly lost in his own thoughts as the others continued around him, wondering what had spurred you to make plans.

“So, like, when are you making a move, again?” Pierre was blunt as he spoke, refusing to allow Charles to win this round.

“She’s got a boyfriend” all the other drivers groaned in response.

“Isn’t he like” Charles tried to find the diplomatic word.

“An absolute cunt?” Daniel finished it for him, having met Chris as subsequentially having the same problem with him as Max had, minus the being in love with you and all.

“That he is” Max stared into his glass, watching the liquor swirl around as he responded.

After some time Lando perked up from his place on the couch, murmuring a quick “I smell meat” before a few short raps were heard against Max’s front door, all assuming it was now you with the pizza as well as simultaneously concerned with Lando and his ability to smell his food quite literally through a closed door.

And then there you stood, a big smile on your face as you held up the pizza almost as if it was an entry fee to his home. Unnecessarily unneeded, you were the only one who was always welcome in his home. He’d give you a key if he knew it wouldn’t get you in trouble.

God you were breath-taking.

You made your way inside, Max following as you presented all the pizza’s (entirely too many) to the other drivers, a round of cheers going round as you placed it in front of them, all wasting no time before tucking in.

Max on the other hand passed you your favourite drink, memorized after the 5th time you hung out, eyes locked on yours the entire time, God he could get lost in them again and again and oh my god even he was getting irritated by how cliché he was sounding with all this romantic bullshit, but he couldn’t really help himself, you brought it out in him.

The problem was, with Max locked on your eyes, he completely missed how your long sleeve shirt had slightly ridden up your forearm as you grabbed your drink from him, exposing a ring of bruises around your wrist.

Daniel didn’t miss it though.

Those were undeniably left by someone else’s hand. Daniel suddenly felt hot, heat creeping up on his face, he could feel his hands start shaking and his throat grow dry. He knew he hated Chris for a reason.

Suddenly Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the entire night watching your every move and reaction. You hadn’t eaten a bite, had barely touched anyone, although not uncharacteristic, it suddenly dawning on Daniel why, but despite that, you were still affectionate towards them every now and then, Lando especially, you having dubbed him an honorary little brother type, yet now, you barely even sat next to any of them.

The second you got up to go to the kitchen Daniel was following you in, not even attempting to be subtle.

“You all good there Danny boy?” you laughed as he slid up next to you as you prepped yourself and Max another drink.

“Yeah, no, fucking fantastic, so I just noticed” and suddenly Daniel fell silent, it suddenly dawning on him that this may take a little bit of care and not his usual blunt and funny self.

“And what did you notice?” you laughed at him, not knowing the gravity of what was about to happen next.

“You must be really clumsy” God that was lame, why the fuck hadn’t they taught them how to approach a friend who is potentially in an abusive relationship in school? That would have been significantly better subject then half od the bullshit they tried to teach them.

“I am literally the least clumsy person I know” you were quite proud of that fact, throwing him a smug little smile, faltering when you noticed how serious his face was.

“That ring of bruises around your wrist would say otherwise” Daniel was sure he could see your heart physically stop.

“You’re right, I am really clumsy, you know, how easy it is to” you tapered off, the look in his eyes showing how little he believed you.

“Why did you organise plans with Max tonight?” Daniel was blunt now, he wanted to know everything, start to finish, but he was willing to start with the easy questions first.

“I missed hi-“ You began trying to explain to him how simple to situation was.

“Don’t lie” He knew you a little better than you gave him credit for.

“Chris was in a mood” you couldn’t look him the eye, “Please don’t tell anyone” You didn’t mean for it to come out so pathetically, but it did, and Daniel felt the simultaneous urge to hold and protect you whilst also smashing Chris’s face to a pulp.

“Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” he watched you gently shake your head, you had hoped you’d figure it out over the course of the evening but the options were starting to dwindle the later it got, “Okay, you’re going to stay by me” the decision was made and you were secretly relieved you didn’t have this weighing on your shoulders anymore.

“You’re going to say you need to leave and head back to Chris, give me about 10 minutes and then I’ll be saying goodbye too and will meet you out front, that good?” it wasn’t really a question, he was telling you what was going to happen as he made his way out of the kitchen back towards the longue, not before getting your confirmation though and placing a kiss to the top of your head and you were sure you were going to burst into tears at that small act of kindness alone.

As soon as you left the kitchen you did as Daniel told, saying goodbye to all the boys, much to Max’s dismay, for some reason feeling nervous, knowing the line of questioning that was about to happen for the rest of the evening, because Lord knows Daniel wasn’t going to let this one go.

The 10 minutes were the slowest Daniel had ever experienced, feeling antsy the longer he left you out there, wondering if you’d change your mind and end up just ging back to Chris anyway.

He was suddenly panicking, trying to keep his voice steady, he began saying his own goodbyes, trying to get out of the house as quickly and calmly as possible, the thought of you with Chris again terrifying him, seeing nothing but you bloody and blue lying on your longue floor, lifeless, fuck he needed to go, he needed to make sure you were still there, eventually not even trying to hide his urgency, ignoring Max’s final goodbye as he began bolting down the passage, praying Max would just put it down to his quirky personality.

And there you were. He felt like he could breathe again. You were there, waiting for him. You weren’t ging back to Chris. You were going to stay at his.

Fuck, this is not, this feeling is not a great one.

“You okay?” of course you hadn’t missed his reaction to seeing you waiting for him, your hyper observation of all of their moods behaviours suddenly making sense to Daniel and suddenly he was angrier than he thought he could ever be.

“Yeah, I’m good, just, glad you stuck around” he opened his car door for you and you climbed in, him slotting in behind the wheel shortly after, “listen, I’m going to be honest for a second, I cannot talk for this drive home, I’m angry, no, no, not at you, just angry and we are obviously going to have a conversation about this, and it is all I can think about so I can’t even pretend to try and make conversation about anything else, so we’re going to just be quiet, because if we talk, I’m going to get angrier at Chris and then I might just drive to his house and kill him, okay, not angry at you, never at you, angry for you” he tired to sound reassuring, but he could literally feel the anxiety seeping off of you, but if he wasn’t able to turn his anger off, he didn’t expect you to be able to turn your anxiety off, so instead he just drove, praying he didn’t instead drive to Chris and just got you home safely to his own.

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“So, where did you want to start? You just wanna go or am I asking questions?” Daniel thought giving you the option was the least he could do given the circumstances.

“He’s a good guy Daniel, I promise, I just-“ you had to at least try.

“You have a ring of bruises around your wrist and he’s a good guy? What, were you going to say you just made him a little angry?” Daniel was just taking a stab in the dark, a poor attempt at keeping this very serious conversation slightly light-hearted so you didn’t feel too cornered, but the sudden blush that crept across your cheeks, Jesus, he knew this was never going to be a light-hearted conversation, “oh my god, you were”.

Silence. The silence was thick. Not even Daniel could breath at the reality of what you were just about to say.

“You don’t hurt someone just because you love them Y/n” he didn’t expect you to start crying at that, maybe later down the conversation, but not at that.

“Max is going to kill me” you bitterly laughed.

“You’re not the one Max is going to kill” it was the truth, both of you knew it.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone” You knew it was a big ask, especially if you were asking someone like Daniel to keep this kind of secret, but no one else could know.

“Look, fine, I promise, truly, I’m just glad you’ve left him” a sigh left Daniel, thankful the secret he was keeping was going to be easier considering it was a secret about you healing and not one of you in an abusive relationship, “At least Max has a shot now” he laughed, it was an open secret that you were well aware of. Max himself had told you how he felt, which is when he found out about Chris, him agreeing to just be your friend then, much to, well, everyone’s dismay.

You couldn’t look at him.

His name coming out your mouth was so soft, so sorry, so ashamed.

“Y/n, no” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“It was one bad day Daniel” your eyes were focused on the ring around your wrist.

“And when that bad day is something worse?” you flinched at the thought and Daniel was, in some sick way, glad, he wanted you to realize just how bad this situation was.

“He said he was sorry” you knew this was an exercise in futility.

“I cannot believe what I am hearing! You! You are not some dumb woman Y/n you can’t be alone for a second! Plus, it’s not like you don’t have options, Jesus Fuck! You literally have one of the best men I know worshipping the ground you walk on and that’s AFTER knowing he doesn’t have a chance with you and you’re still choosing to be in an abusive relationship!” Daniel didn’t mean to raise his voice, but how do you get through to someone like you, clearly one of the most stubborn people in his life.

“My reasons are my own Daniel” you knew you probably didn’t love Chris anymore, but this is what it felt like and the thought of leaving somehow broke you more than anything else could.

“Oh my god, are you pregnant? That’s okay, that’s fine, if you choose to keep it, you have a community to help you raise it and Lord know Max would happily step in to – “ Daniel began rambling, the fear of you being pregnant nothing compared to the fear of you staying with Chris.

“No, no, I’m not pregnant, I just love him” you hated saying it. You hated yourself for saying it and you hated how hard you were crying as you did, your chest aching, both at the thought of staying and leaving, “please, I just, please can I just go to bed”.

How could Daniel say no, so without a word, he just picked you up and placed you in his bed, he’d take the spare for tonight and before he left you for the evening, he promised he wasn’t letting you go until you hashed this conversation out.

You both knew he meant until he convinced you to leave Chris.

It was all for nought when the next morning you were gone regardless, nothing but a note thanking him for letting you crash there and reminding him of his promise to never tell, telling him you’d get it sorted.

Nothing good could come from this and he knew it and not a single option in front of him didn’t make him want to throw up.

Keep his promise and let you sort it out or do something and try and help at the very least?

He wasn’t sure he trust you in the least in this entire situation.

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teacuptoast · 2 years

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Dead or Alive or Neither

Relation: Young Justice x platonic! gn! reader

Warnings: angst (when do I ever post something happy?) to fluff ig, dark, the reader is not live, laugh, loving.

Words: 0.8k

Summary: "Some days I don’t know if I’m alive or dead amongst the living."

A/N: Another short little blurb that kinda took a dark turn and then took a light turn. Anyway schools kicking my ass right now so it's hard to find motivation. Let me know if you want a part 2 because I've got some ideas. Anyway, Enjoy!!!

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There are so many more people than you think. They’re everywhere. On every park bench in the city and drifting past you on the street.

Some of them are old, some of them young, and the tragic ones are little. They’re pale and dim and with a strong gust of wind, you think they’d blow away. Most of them smile at me but are scared once I smile back. They spiral into confusion as they try to speak. Though I pretend to look past them because there are just so many.

The rare ones that aren't fooled easily follow me around. Samuel, from the bakery down the street, likes to critique my pastries while Debbie, an English teacher, looks over my job application essays. More times than not this older version of me welcomes the help.

I remember being young. Other kids were outside, running down the streets playing tag or at the naborhood pool. My delicate mind was found in the backyard forest. I’d play with the white birds, pale squirrels and misty foxes till nightfall. Dancing around me would be generations of forestlife, all celebrating, living through my own spirit.

Although when I left the forest, there were no more foxes or squirrels or birds. There were people everywhere. There was now the old lady from down the street drifting around the neighborhood. Or there was the man who didn’t have a face or the woman with holes in her stomach. They were on every corner, in every building, and behind me at every second. I was scared, I was seven.

Now I'm twenty one. Just a normal person with a normal life, a normal family, a normal school and a not so normal team of superheroes. They just thought I was a good fighter, and had an intuition that could tell them what's around every corner. My ‘intuition’ was really just the old soul, who would tell me what would come of our actions.

It was truly a ‘fake till you make it’ situation. Fake being perfect. Fake being happy. Fake being a hero. I was fake, H/N wasn't real and I'm just a shell of a person.

I don’t take my mask off around them, not because I care about my identity, but I can’t let them see the person I am. Some days I don’t know if I’m alive or dead amongst the living.

“Thank you for coming to this service, now you may give your goodbye.”

Almost simultaneously, we all stood up once the mic settled. Rowes upon rows of people all here to grieve the loss of a friend, family member, or lover. Roes in our hands, I had to make sure Dick didn’t pick the petals off during the ceremony. He was anxious and nervous. Though there was nothing I could do to soothe the teens' suffering.

Silent sobs were heard from my teammates, as most of them rarely had encounters with the dead. I tried to cry, I really did, but I couldn’t seem to sympathize.

One by one more people kept walking towards the casket, starting with his own family, followed by members of the league. We began to file out of the row into the aisle. First was Nightwing followed by Conner, next was a broken Martian and Atlatian. Lastly was Artamis.

Over her lover's empty casket she cried and tried to steal any last moment she could with him. Though after a long time, she walked away and joined the others in a warm embrace.

Taking a few steps upward I stopped before the wood. A small grin rested on my face, waiting to drop my flower on top of the casket. Slowly I read the name on the casket.

“I’ve got to ask,” I questioned in a whispered voice, “What's it like showing up to your own funeral, Wallece?” Looking up I meet the eyes of a familiar ghostly redhead. He looked a little stunned at first, confused as if I was really talking to him. Scrambling he tried to talk, but couldn’t seem to find the words.

Smiling, I continued, “Yes I can see you, no need to choke up,” Dropping my flower onto the wood I asked again, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Artemis, please take care of her.” He stumbled out in a hurry, but I cut him off before he could finnish.

“Of course Wally,” I responded in hopes of soothing him, but I quickly cut to the chase, “I know you want to stay here, watch over us, but you have to move one. You don’t get too long to decide and I highly suggest you take your ticket upstairs.”

Silence now covered us as he quietly spoke, “I will just…promise you’ll keep her safe.”

“With my life,” I added, “Now rest Wally. It’s time to go home.” With my final words to him I gave him one last somber smile before walking off to the others.

Maybe I’m just dead or alive or neither.

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Avenger Birthday Bash

Natasha x daughter!reader

Summary: Natasha's daughter isn't the fondest of her mom's new girlfriend. BIRTHDAY PARTY

Warnings: fluffy, remembering past.

Extra Pairings:

Bruce Banner x Platonic!reader

Natasha x Maria Hill

Not my gifs*

“I think I owe her that at least.”

“I’ll start planning!”

“No, no I am not letting you plan any part of this!”

“It’ll be lovely.” Maria kissed her girlfriend good bye and left Natasha speechless.

“Mom…?” You emphasized dramatically down the corridors of the Avengers compound. “Mom-” you turned a corner, almost bumping into, well, Maria Hill. Your mom’s girlfriend, who you liked and the relationship wasn’t new to you so it wasn’t as awkward as it use to be around her. “Hey, Miss Hill,” Except for that. That made things unnecessarily awkward. “Have you seen my mom?”

“Hello, Y/n, yes she is up in the kitchen.” The moment being stretched out by neither of you moving away to continue down your separate paths. You didn't have anything else to say, but the second you started to move she stuttered saying, “Hey- So- Y/n,” You turned back to her, “ You excited for your birthday?”

“Yeah I am, thanks.” And with that you were gone.

Before Maria and Natasha had become “a thing” you would joke around with the commander when going on mission or seeing her around the compound. So now that the demeanor between the both of you is very different, neither of you knows how to get back to normal. You hadn’t thought about it for too long at one time.

Her and mom might not even last, so what does it matter.

“Happy birthday, pretty girl!” Natasha kissed your cheek as you woke up to her voice. “Look whos awake,” You breathed in and rolled into her arms. “Hu- Hi my sweets, are you hungry. Wanda made your favorite.” Instantly smiling, you bring your mom into a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, mama.”

“Your welcome,” she kissed your forehead, “Tell your aunt the same.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll see you down there?”

“Yes.”

“Happy birthday Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed as you walked in the kitchen, Sam and Bucky joining in, in wishing you a good birthday. Even Thor hoped your birthday would be godly. You ate and thanked your aunt for the food, then set out to find your mother for your birthday party. You walked down the halls in search of the distant music, or bumping into bruce racing to get to your party before you could find it. While all you found was Natasha comforting her girlfriend of your presence.

“Hasn’t been so long.”

“It’s been long enough.”

“She’ll come around.

“I don’t know, Nat. She-”

“Look at me, Maria. I will have a chat with my daughter about this. Y/n, likes you, I know she does. I guess this is just still new to her.” You had heard enough, and was walking away, trying to take extra long to “find” the party itself, as it seemed they needed a minute. Thus, when walking down halls feeling guilty and having an accused look on your face, of course it was Bruce to find you. He couldn’t really tell what you were feeling, but knew it had a sort of weight to it.

“You find the extravaganza, yet, kid?” He tried a smile and you returned it, softly.

“Not yet, but by the way your headed, it seems I’m going the wrong direction.”

“Maybe,” You knew you were, but Bruce didn’t, “maybe not.” A light beat passed before he went on. “Walk with me?” He started walking and you kept up with him at his right side.

“You make anything for the party?” You asked, as Bruce and Tony usually teamed up to make you a cool invention each year.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” You groaned, wanting him to just tell you.

“Come on-”

“I am not saying a word, Y/n.”

“Alright, fine. Bruce, can I ask your opinion.”

“Sure.”

“What do you think about mom and Maria?” Bruce’s eyes furrowed, as he walked on. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t thought to much on the idea.

“Well, their dating.”

“Everyone knows that, fool. Do you think they are gonna last?” Contemplating your words, he turns to you.

“I can’t answer that, all I know is that they are a good couple right now, how am I supposed to know if they will be in a year, or 10 years. I am not sure if Natasha can even answer that one for you, kid.” He finished and saw the expression on your face, then putting am arm around your shoulders, forcing you to move with him. “Lets go have a great party, okay?’

“Yeah, okay.”

“It is your Birthday, after all!”

Walking into the party, where everyone and everything was setting up to look like an extravagant birthday card, you smiled at your family’s hard work..

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!” They all shouted at somewhat of the same time. You cut the cake, and opened presents, Natasha took your picture with all the family behind you, Thor picked you up in a tight but loving hug, Tony helped you blow out your candles, calling you old and Bruce showed you the invention he and Tony had worked on. A new suit, just for you.

“MOM! TONY AND BRUCE GOT ME A NEW SUIT.” You shouted across the room. Natasha saw how excited you were, and so decided she would yell at the men later, about the safety of her daughter. Right now was her birthday.

“That’s wonderful! You’ll have to wear it to training.”

Once the late afternoon had started, there was no stopping it or Avengers becoming tired from all the birthday happenings. And while laying on the couch with your mom, watching some show, you turned to her and asked about Maria and her, letting her know about the awkward situation that had gone on earlier.

“Maria isn’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Your eyes wandered towards commander Hill.

“But what about me?

“What about you, baby?

“I don’t know, when are we gonna hang out? Ever?” Natasha’s eyes fluttered, not realizing what you had been feeling.

“We will hang out all the time. She could never take me away from you baby, okay?” You just nod, and go in for a hug. “Come on, babe, lets go celebrate my little widow.”

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