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princessamericachavez · 1 month

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There’s really not much to talk about after Chris brings up Shannon. Buck wants to say something more, to ease the kid’s pain, to reassure him that people who love him won’t always leave, but he’s still a little shaky on that department himself and doesn’t want to be hypocritical about it. So they deflect, change the subject, and a couple minutes later he lets Chris to his homework.

Eddie, of course, was listening. Buck knows. He almost expects to find him waiting by the door as he steps out of the room, but he’s not in the hallway, or in his room. Finally, he finds his best friend standing in the kitchen with a sour look and two unopened beers.

Buck opens one beer with another (a trick he’s used many times to impress dates) and settles for a bottle opener for the second one. Eddie accepts the drink and all but collapses on a seat by the kitchen island.

“He’s mad at her,” Eddie whispers into the bottle’s neck after two long gulps.

Buck tries desperately to find words of comfort but fails once more. His eyes fixate in his own hands instead. Waiting.

“I- I was so angry, too, but I thought maybe he could… I thought I could protect him from it.”

“You’ve done so much for him, for her,” Buck offers. “You’ve kept her memory alive.”

“It’s not enough.”

“It’s better than the alternative, trust me,” he says, thinking of the brother he only just started mourning. “Christopher loves his mom, and he knows she loved him. Even if… if the other stuff hurts, it was also part of her.”

“I don’t want him to judge her harshly.”

“Maybe you couldn’t help it.”

Eddie’s eyes snap towards him, pinning him with something defensive that could be mistaken for anger. But Buck doesn’t let himself flinch away.

“Eddie, Shannon was a person. A whole person. With her… mistakes, too. You can’t really love someone who is just a pretty picture. Chris can’t think his mom was just… just a perfect mom. She was more than that, the way you are more than a perfect dad.”

“In far from perfect,” Eddie scoffs, shaking his head.

“Not arguing with you there,” Buck huffs, teasingly, hoping to ease the tension. “But you’re a pretty damn good one, and you’re doing your best. And that’s what Chris knows, and that’s why he loves you.”

“Shannon was trying her best too.”

“I know. And… I think Chris knows it too. But he also gets to be a little angry about the not so perfect parts.”

Eddie puts the beer down. For an instant, like a flash, Buck is afraid of having pushed too far. Even with all the years and the trust between them, he will never truly shake the fear of one day crossing a line he can’t walk back and lose his best friend like everyone else in his life. But he has grown enough to not let that fear hold him back. Not with Eddie. Never with him.

“I’m kinda lost here, Buck. I feel like I screwed up somehow.”

“You didn’t.”

“How do I fix it.”

“You taught me that’s not always the answer, Eds.”

But Eddie looks at him with those big pleading eyes and, dammit, Buck wants to help him fix this too.

“Okay, so… if Chris was mad at you, what would you do?”

“Give him some time to cool off,” Eddie replies almost immediately. “Then try to talk to him, explain myself, see each other’s side of things.”

“Right,” Buck frowns. “Though I guess that’s…. Not a possibility with Shannon.”

“No,” Eddie rubs a hand over his face, “it’s not. Unless-“

His gesture freezes. He’s had an idea.

“Oh, Buck you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

“Yes! No. Yes… I- okay I think I have an idea. Maybe. I gotta think about it.”

Buck is eager to know the plan, but the way Eddie’s words are bouncing around it makes him feel like it’s a complicated topic. Or at least one his friend isn’t ready to voice yet.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of some help. Since my attempts at keeping Chris from turning into a little Buck 1.0 kinda failed,” he offers instead, as a change of topic.

It works. Eddie startles with a laugh that makes the kitchen feel five times lighter.

“You did alright, Buck. I really appreciate your help.”

And he means it. Buck can tell by the way their eyes meet, with an electric intensity, like they did before at the changing room. The ghost of Eddie’s hand on his shoulder lingers like static over his collarbone.

“Maybe you can ask Marisol to try next. You know, get some female wisdom in there.”

Buck doesn’t know why he says it, wants to kick himself in the teeth immediately, but then Eddie’s reaction fills him with relief. He looks appalled by the idea. Buck tries not to think too hard about why that reactions feels so good, tells himself not to let it go to his head.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he laughs nervously. “I mean, she’s great! But I don’t think we are there yet.”

Yet. Yet, yet, yet. Not yet, but some day. Soon, probably. Buck has been quietly living with that dread for weeks now. Knowing his days of… this are counted. That some day, soon, Eddie will have someone else to rely on for this. That the day is approaching when Eddie will sit him down to talk about his will again, to let him know he’s changed it all over again. For a better choice. A more permanent one.

“Better not to rush into things this time,” Eddie keeps talking.

“Right. Yeah. Yeah… no rush,” Buck barely remembers to smile.

Eddie sighs, takes a sip. Buck mirrors him.

“So, anyway,” Eddie stretches on his chair, “you got time?”

Barely enough.

“Always.”

As much as he has left.

“Cool,” Eddie smiles, “because I do believe I promised Chinese in exchange for this.”

“Really, Eddie, it was no favor. You know I’m happy to help with Chris.”

“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes, standing up. “Just bare with me, okay? Will make me feel less like a failure tonight.”

“You’re not a failure, Eddie. Don’t say that.”

Eddie pauses on his way out. Puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Buck. Seriously.”

The touch is almost as electric as lightning. Buck ducks his head, feeling his heart stop and restart all over again.

“Anytime, Eddie. Now, about that Chinese…”

“Right, Chinese,” Eddie perks up. “Your usual?”

#911 abc #buddie #911 fic #evan buck buckely #Eddie Diaz #fanfic

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save-the-villainous-cat · 6 months

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“Yeah, I think I’m pretty tired of it all. I think I’m angry.” The villain closed their eyes and leaned back, falling into the bed comfortably.

“You think you’re angry,” the hero stated, as if they were too afraid to ask the question.

“Yeah. It’s the first emotion I can remember. I was three and my mom didn’t want to buy me ice cream. I kept screaming but she wouldn’t buy anything. It’s my first memory. I’ve been angry at the world for a very long time.”

“That’s a decent reason for trying to take over the world,” the hero said. They sat down on the bed, pulling their legs against their chest. The villain realised they were nearly touching each other. After all, the bed was small and both of them were on it. “Ice cream is the best dessert.”

The villain didn’t answer. They’d wasted enough of their time already. But it was like a drug. Getting hurt, getting angry, getting violent. Repeating the cycle. Was it raw humanity inside them? Or was it them who was different? Was it them who was broken?

“I was only joking,” the hero said. They pushed the villain’s shoulder playfully and the villain managed a tired smile. Their wounds hadn’t healed yet and whatever medical attention they got in here was barely enough to keep them alive.

They doubted the hero knew they didn’t get any painkillers.

“Why did you visit me?” they asked eventually but the hero didn’t seem to have a fitting answer for that right away. They looked at the villain and tried every now and then to find the right words.

“I think I was angry too,” they said eventually. “I was tired of conflict, I was tired of battle. But I couldn’t stop. Not really. I think it was pride and it was duty too, I suppose. Whatever motivated me, I wish I hadn’t been so concerned with it. This was eating me. Fighting you was eating me. Seeing someone with so much potential, someone so talented who was a lot like me…that really frustrated me.”

“So, you’ve come here to apologise?” the villain asked.

“I guess so. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you in here. I thought this facility would help you. They got therapists and nurses…they have a lot of plans to help you.”

If help meant suffering from their injuries, then they were succeeding.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help — actually help — you sooner. We should’ve talked more, we should’ve seen each other more. I’ve always liked you.”

They played with the fabric of the villain’s shirt, lost in thoughts.

“I understand being angry. I understand being frustrated. It is exhausting. You begin to loathe people, you begin to loathe yourself. And you don’t know where to put it. You don’t know what to do with it, so you channel it and throw it at the person closest to you.”

“Sorry about that, by the way. The person closest to me are you,” the villain said. The hero looked up and both of them knew that they truly only had each other.

“I know,” they said softly. “That’s why I’m apologising, too. Because that’s what you are to me as well.”

For a moment, they could only stare at each other. It was quite clear that their anger wasn’t born from love. It was born from frustration and fear.

But that anger was consuming love. It consumed the love between them, fed on what could’ve been. It was eating that love away, leaving no room for it, leaving no chance for any other emotion than anger.

And yet, and yet. As everything was quiet and the villain watched the hero play with that shirt of theirs, there was room for something to grow.

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jokeringcutio · 4 months

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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Discovered" Mature/Drabble [2]

FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Summary: Imagine: Your mom had to find out eventually. This is how.

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present and Pregnant (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William ) Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, Explicit sexual content, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Dark!William, Manipulative William.

The sunlight caught the subtle movement of your swollen belly as you scrolled through your phone, perched on the edge of the couch. You didn't notice it, but your mom did. The little foot that brushed past the skin you so desperately tried to hide from her.

Her eyes narrowed and she strode toward you, hands shaking. In one swift motion, she yanked up your loose-fitting tunic, exposing your rounded stomach. The tiny foot clearly visible and destroying any hope of lying that you were just getting fatter.

"I knew it," she hissed, her voice laced with anger and disbelief. "You're pregnant. It's undeniable now."

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and guilt swirled within you. You had known that you couldn’t hide it forever, but your stepdad had made you bite your tongue time after time again. Don’t tell her anything. Lie. I’m not the father.

“How long?” Your mom asked you angrily, tears started to roll down her cheeks. Her own pregnant tummy, a bit rounder than yours, was jutted forward, into your vision, reminding you once again of how your stepdad played you both.

“How long have you known? How long did you try to keep this hidden from me?” She didn’t sound angry but upset, broken, betrayed. It broke your heart to hear. Her child, her pregnancy, was talked about like a trophy. A miracle baby. Whilst yours…

You bit your lip. Stupid hormones. You wanted to cry, crawl away and hide. Where was your stepdad when you needed him? When all shit hit the fan?

"Mom, I didn't know until the doctor told me," you whispered, a bold lie, trying to keep your voice steady. "Remember the doctor's appointment? The one you had insisted I’d go to because I kept getting sick, throwing up a lot?"

Her face turned red. “So you knew since then,” she deduced and you decided to bite your tongue. You had known you were pregnant long before your mom found out about her pregnancy. Even if your due dates were nearly identical. Your stepdad had been too eager to have you pee on a stick and stake his claim, reminding you of the seed he planted inside of you ever since. You couldn’t forget for a single day that you were carrying his child. It was as if he got even hornier now that you were pregnant with his baby. You caried the bruises to prove it.

But luckily, your mom was too upset to see through your lie, too distraught to question it further.

"Who is the father?" she demanded, the words sharp as knives. She needed answers; she needed to know who had done this to you.

You hesitated. Your stepfather had told you to never reveal the secret. But could you carry it for much longer? What if you outed him? Would it tear your family apart?

Your heart hammered in your chest as you struggled to find the words, but before you could speak, the door creaked open. William Afton, your stepdad, entered the room. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your mother's fury. He instantly caught onto the tension in the room and his blue eyes slid from your mother to you and back again.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes slicing through the tension in the room like a knife.

"My daughter is pregnant!" your mom cried, tears streaming down her face. "And she won't tell me who the father is!"

For a moment, an emotion flickered across William's face – something raw and dark. But he hid it quickly, composing himself before turning to you, playing along with your mother's accusations.

"Is that so?” he murmured, and you wished you could slap him across the face because – what a bastard!

“Who was it?" he demanded, a stern edge in his voice.

You stammered, unwilling to reveal the truth, "I-I don't want to answer that."

You could see the look in those blue eyes, as if he silently complimented you for being a good girl. His demeanor, however, was the opposite.

In a swift motion, William jerked your phone from your hands, hurling it across the room where it collided with the wall. The screen cracked, shattering into a spiderweb of broken glass.

“Did you sleep around?” The question surprised you. He knew you hadn’t slept with anyone else. “Did you whore yourself to any of those frat boys?”

He accused you of sleeping around with boys from school? His voice was cold and cutting.

"Answer me!" he pressed, leaning in closer – too close for comfort.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you choked out a lie, "I can't remember."

His gaze bore into you, and you felt like a trapped animal, cornered by the very man who had done this to you. But you couldn't let him see the fear that clenched your insides like a vise. You had to stay strong, even as your world crumbled around you.

"Must've been one of those wild nights, huh?" William sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Lied to us about visiting your friend Patty and went partying instead. Got drunk, didn't you?"

Your mom gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she turned to you. "Is that true? Why would you do something like this?"

She placed a hand on her own pregnant belly, the silent reminder cutting through you like a knife – both of you carrying the same man's child. It was sickening, twisted, and every time you thought about it, bile crept up your throat.

"Answer your mother," William commanded, his voice cold and hard like ice. But words refused to form on your trembling lips, your mind a whirlwind of torment and fear.

Tears streamed down your face, hot and stinging, blurring your vision. Your mother's own tears mirrored yours, her heartache as raw as your own. You wanted to scream, to tell her the truth, but the weight of your secret bound you, choking you silent.

"Get out of our sight!" William barked, his anger barely contained. "You're upsetting your mother! This is the last thing she needs during her pregnancy!"

And you? Your pregnancy?

Your legs felt weak, your body trembling as you stumbled to your room, desperate for refuge from the nightmare that had become your life. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the world – and leaving you alone with your thoughts, your shame, and your ever-growing horror at what you'd been forced into.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed, hands trembling in your lap. The sound of a knock at the door made you flinch, your breath hitching in your throat as fear gripped you. You expected William, ready to torment you further, and mentally prepared yourself to face him.

But it was your mother who stepped into the room, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from tears. Relief washed over you, but the reality of your situation still kept you tense.

"Can you forgive me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat beside you on the bed, her hand gently resting on your tummy. "I'm upset, but I love you. You’re my kid. Carrying her own kid. It is… a lot to take in."

If only she knew the full extent of it, you thought. How would she react to it? Would it kill her to know? Perhaps William had been right and you should keep your mouth shut.

“I mean, I hadn’t thought to see you pregnant so soon. Perhaps in a few more years once you were older, enjoyed life a bit, settled down with a nice boy.” She played with your hear, smiling weakly but genuinely at you. “I am your mom. I just want what is best for you.”

“I know, Mom,” you whispered, feeling possibly even worse now that your mother was this honest and sweet with you.

“Seems like we’re both going to be moms. That will be a weird experience,” she said, chuckling. “Weird, but wonderful. I am sure.”

You carefully glanced at her. You could feel the weight of her concern, the heaviness of her touch as she acknowledged the life growing inside of you.

"If I had known before," she continued, her voice cracking, "I wouldn't have asked you to do any heavy lifting."

"Mom..." you choked out, your own tears threatening to spill again.

"I won't ask about the dad," she said firmly, her gaze locked with yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness. "That's your secret to keep."

She leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You clung to her, letting the warmth and love of your mother's hug wrap around you like a protective shield.

She believed the lie, you realized. She believed you had been foolish enough to sleep with a boy, unprotected and intoxicated. And she believed you had gotten pregnant from some random boy from school.

If only that would have been the case. Then at least you could have had yourself to blame.

As you held each other, thoughts of William's behavior swirled in your mind – his urgency to keep his fatherhood a secret, throwing you under the bus like this. Anger bubbled up inside you, a burning rage that threatened to consume you. How could he do this to you? To your mother?

"Let me cook something for us," your mother murmured, breaking the silence. "A light meal, something delicious," her hand stroked gently past your tummy, feeling a tiny foot or hand press back. She let out a startled laugh. “For us and for our little ones, all right?’

She offered a small, reassuring smile before leaving your room, granting you a moment of solitude to gather your thoughts.

Your hands clenched into fists, the rage inside you growing stronger. William had manipulated everyone, and he was getting away with it. But you wouldn't let him win. No matter what it took, you would break free from his twisted grip on your life.

You couldn't afford to waste any time; you needed to find a way to escape William's control. But how? What would be the best way now that he had you cornered. There was your mom to consider, and her child. Your baby brother or sister - now that was a weird thought.

But there was also you. You were a lot weaker now that you were pregnant. Easily tired. Plus, you had to think of the little life you carried inside of you. You had no job and not enough money saved to survive on your own for a while.

A sudden creak from the doorway made you jump. Tearing you out of your vicious thoughts, it was him. William stood there, his blue eyes locked on you, that familiar sinister smile creeping across his face.

"Your mother's going to be busy for a while," he murmured, closing the door behind him and striding towards you with purpose.

Panic surged through you as he grabbed your arm, yanking you to the edge of the bed. "We have a bit of time," he whispered, fingers tugging at your pants, pulling them down in haste.

"Daddy, please," you begged, but your words fell on deaf ears.

"Shh," he hushed, pushing himself inside you without warning. You gasped, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure coursing through you. His cock was already rock hard and he wasted no time in starting to rut inside of you. He’d been like this for a while now, fucking you whenever he got the chance. Even during such dangerous moments as these, when your mom was nearby and could walk in any moment.

Yet, he managed to get away with it each time.

"Such a good girl," he purred, hands gripping your hips tightly as he moved within you. "You handled everything so well."

His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept them at bay, focusing on the twisted need in his voice. Your pussy pulsed around him, begging him for his cum as your own climax edged near.

"Promise me you'll be my good girl, won't you?" he whispered, his thrusts reaching a fevered pace. “Promise me, you’ll be a good girl for Dad. Keep his secret. Hmm?”

"Y-yes," you choked out, unable to resist his demands. Your heart pounded as you neared the edge, the room spinning as your climax approached.

"Good," he growled, releasing his grip on your hips as you both reached the peak together.

As you lay there, panting and exhausted, he pulled away, satisfied. But the moment he turned his back, determination flooded through you. This couldn't continue – you had to get away from him. Escape. Find freedom.

And you would do whatever it took.

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: I have no excuse for these upcoming fics except I saw MoM and was instantly filled with the urge to be kept by dark!mommy Scarlet Witch Wanda... this is purely such a self-indulgent AU and this is just an intro, but many kinks lie ahead (like in the next fic I'm writing now)

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; These fics are based on the events in Multiverse of Madness, keep that in mind if you're avoiding spoilers; hurt/comfort, fluffy with angst ig; talks of feeling abandoned/depression; manipulation and coersion; Wanda using her powers against reader; mommy kink abound

words: 1.6K

summary: As It Was AU; You lost your Wanda months ago and every day since, you've felt hollow. No one could fix it, except maybe Wanda herself

As It Was AU. || main masterlist.

You were lost without her.

It wasn’t as simple to move on as people thought; Wanda was your everything. She made your whole schedule, picked out your clothes, made sure you were entertained every moment of the day… she left a hole no one could fill. There wasn’t a person in the world you’d choose to replace her anyways.

Thankfully you kept your shared house, but it felt empty now. All pictures of her hung on the walls were now just a haunting reminder that she was gone, buried, never coming back. You’d never felt more powerless than at Wanda’s funeral and more alone than every night you fell asleep. It’d been two months of sleeping on the couch— you couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping in your bed anymore; she’d picked it out to be perfect for you two and you feared that if you slept in it too much now, her pillow would stop smelling like her and you’d fully break down.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been blankly staring at the television, but it had long been dark outside. It was that time of night where your eyelids were growing heavy; you hated that time. Whenever you dreamt, it was of her. Sometimes she spoke to you and others she just held you in silence, but it wasn’t that fleeting time with her you despised. No, it was the waking up that was cruel. How cold you were without Wanda’s arms around you, your cheeks growing wet every morning as you cried over her absence.

Most of the time you fought sleep as long as you could, letting the room almost spin with how stubborn you were against closing your eyes. It was only because of this that you didn’t fully believe your eyes at first.

“You should really sleep if you’re tired, dearest.” Wanda was standing in front of you, looking down at you with concern. And you screamed, a true fearful scream. You scrambled over the side of the couch, hiding from the intruder that just had to be some sick joke. You were able to stop screaming if only to try to hide further from the woman still hovering mere feet away from you, but your breaths were still heavy and you could feel your heart. Faintly you wondered if you were having a heart attack.

Rushed footsteps told you she’d rounded the couch, but it was only when her hand touched your back that you started screaming again, crawling as fast as you could. “Get out, get out! You’re not real!”

“But sweetheart, I am-”

She was coming closer once more and the farther you went, the closer the imposter got to cornering you. Whoever she was, whatever she wanted, you could barely outrun her, “Leave! Get the fuck out of my house!”

There was an escape route as you shuffled across the floor. If you could just make it a few feet further, the door was so close… But as you stumbled to your feet, tendrils of red magic wrapped around your ankle and you were falling to the hardwood with a shout. “Let me go!”

“Stop it!” She yelled as she pulled you back until you laid on your back at her feet; your Wanda never yelled at you, not once. Looking at her, some form of Wanda, angry at you for a reason you couldn’t understand, all you could do was raise your arms to your head and cover your face. Seeing her was painful, but the sight of someone you loved turning against you so angrily left you crying hard.

“I’m sorry, don’t hurt me…” Tears soaked your sleeves, racked sobs muffling everything around you so that you didn’t hear when she fell to her knees too, reaching out to touch your arm before thinking better of it. Her powers held you still effortlessly, even as you’d stilled with fear. She couldn’t have you slipping away again. “Please, let me go.”

Wanda instantly regretted her outburst; she’d acted selfishly in thinking you’d accept her without explanation. It had taken her so long to find a universe where you were accessible, much less one where she was gone— once any of her met you, they rarely let you go. But here, this was perfect. You needed her and didn’t have her and typically you were such a stubborn little thing, convincing you to let her stay would be easier while you were so vulnerable. It wouldn’t take much though; as independent as you thought yourself to be, Wanda always broke you of that; it was better when you relied on her, she could keep you safer when you let her take over.

“I’ll let you free when I know you won’t hurt yourself.” Her tone of voice was different now, softer and closer to the Wanda you knew. It took a few moments of stillness to gain the courage to peek out from behind your arms, but she was still right there, looking you over for any signs of injury as if she wasn’t the one who’d started it all. She was definitely Wanda, but this one looked intimidating, her hair red instead of the dark brown you used to love burying your nose in and her face serious, more intense than you’d ever seen her.

Still, afraid as you were, something about her just being so close to you calmed your heartbeat. If she truly was Wanda, she’d never harmed you before. “W-What do you want?” You hated how weak you sounded; only your Wanda had heard you so meek before.

As soon as you spoke up, Wanda’s eyes were on you, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “You, of course. What else would I want?” She shifted closer, daring to brush some hair from your face and taking the small win of you only slightly flinching away. Good.

“I don’t know you…” It wasn’t a complete lie. The woman before you was familiar, but she just wasn’t. Something within you screamed to be wary of the stranger who’d so quickly appeared in your living room, but another part, the saddest part, begged to recognize this Wanda as the woman you’d trusted your life with.

When you sat up, Wanda released your legs and was quick to gather your face in her hands, ignoring that you’d started to struggle again. “Silly thing, of course you know me. I’m Wanda.” You shook your head even with the firm grip she had and her patience was wearing thin. She’d worked hard to be a constant force in your dreams, comforting you even when she couldn’t physically be with you and you weren’t grateful in the slightest. Wanda always did so much for you, all she wanted was appreciation in return.

“N-No… she’s dead..” Those words hurt like no other; you hated having to say them, both to convince yourself and the new Wanda wiping your tears with her blackened fingertips. Wanda was gone and she wasn’t coming back— you’d spent months reminding yourself of that every day since Steve came to tell you of her fate. “You can’t be her because she’s not here anymore!”

You’d started crying again, overwhelmed by the truth and the impossibility of Wanda before you. She shushed you readily, too much like your Wanda had, and you only cried harder with how much you’d missed such comfort. None of it made sense, not when she kissed your forehead and certainly not when she started muttering explanations of the multiverse. Wanda had mentioned it to you in passing only; it was never something she had interest in. But this Wanda, wherever she came from, seemed well versed in the idea. She wasn’t your Wanda, but she was one who’d searched all over for you.

In any universe, Wanda loved you and that alone filled your heart with more love than you’d felt since the brunette last kissed you goodbye. “You have no idea what I had to do to find you. All this just for my darling girl.” Something about the way her voice darkened over that sentence sent a chill up your spine; you knew better than to ask what she’d done. The sudden way she’d approached you, the possessive way she was holding you now, warm but enough to ensure you couldn’t worm away, told you this Wanda was dangerous.

If your Wanda was here, she’d protect you from this threat, but she wasn’t.

Instead this Wanda was here, bargaining with you to trust her word after she’d made a mess of the lower level of the house you and Wanda built together. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t…

But you missed her so terribly.

Wanda sensed your hesitation in both your thoughts and your body language. She’d wanted this to be easier, but she should’ve known she’d have to help you transition. Her poor baby wasn’t meant to think this hard anyways. No matter, it was an easy fix. “I’d never hurt you, I know you know that.”

You were nodding even though you weren’t fully sure, your head relaxing onto her shoulder before you knew what was going on. Your body felt heavy with sleep suddenly, anxieties ebbing in place of the overly familiar smell that was Wanda. “I missed you…”

“I’m sure you did, sweet thing, but it’s okay,” Wanda supported your weight easily, fingers twitching as she sorted through your thoughts. It’d be better for you both if she got rid of those pesky reservations now. Not everything, just enough to be manageable for tonight. “Mommy’s here now and I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fic #marvel imagine #multiverse of madness fic #motts writes.#maximotts

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punkeccentricenigma · 7 months

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Hello, I saw your requests are open. So I decided to send something.

Could you write a few headcanons for the rise boys with a reader that’s from another country. And could you leave it open from where? And reader has a different native language, English would be their second language. It would be kinda funny if the turtles (or one of them) doesn’t realize reader is a foreigner at first.

I‘m not from the USA and would love to see something with a foreign reader.

Thank you and have a nice rest of your day. :3

Rise!Boys with Reader from different country

Relationship status: platonic/romantic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: I apologize for the long wait for this order; a lot has happened in my life. Not only did many of my childhood idols turn out to be bad people, but also my mom told me to leave home after we argued, and I poured out all my grievances to her. So, well, soon I probably won't have a place to live because my savings are too small to even rent a room. Plus, my mom took away all my painkillers, and the migraines haven't disappeared, so I'm in pain all the time.

But on the bright side, with the help of my friend, I managed to create a CV, and tomorrow I'm going to submit it to a company where I can work :D Unfortunately, I'll have to wait over a month for the tests, but it will be the first step in overcoming my fear of people.

But anyway, thank you anon, have a nice day/night too!! :D

Leonardo

◇Do I really have to state the obvious as if it weren't clear? Leo is a goof; not a single thought crossed his mind that you might be even more different than him.

◇Even if April dropped subtle hints about your nationality, it just didn't register. Comics with Jupiter Jim are too captivating for him to bother with trivial facts.

◇It only hit him when your phone rang during a shared skateboarding session. When you answered and started speaking in your language, the guy literally had a Pikachu's surprised face.

◇After that, brace yourself for a million questions from the curious turtle. You'll be happy to answer.

◇Leonardo has a knack for learning languages, even if it's just basic words.

◇Thanks to Sr Hueso in his life, he's picking up Spanish. So, what's stopping him from learning your language too?

◇Btw, praise him every time he says something right; he needs that.

◇He'll also be eager to learn about cultural differences between you two. You might not seem very different, but a deeper look might reveal significant distinctions.

◇Ohohoho! National costumes? He'd gladly try them on.

◇But expect him to tease you by intentionally mispronouncing a few words or judging you based on stereotypes about people from your country.

◇If it makes you cry or get angry, he'll make sure never to do it again.

◇He likes food from your country but more as an occasional thing. If he could, he'd probably just eat pizza all the time.

Raphael

◇Raph, despite not being as dumb as Leo, suspected from the start that something was up with you that you hadn't mentioned.

◇But it never occurred to him to ask.

◇He ultimately found out from his father. Indirect, but still.

Raphael sighed throatily, rummaging through his kitchen cabinets. Your ears lightly twitched at each muffled or not-so-muffled clatter of things in those cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" Their voice carried both curiosity and a hint of irritation as she added more pepperoni slices to the light pizza dough. The turtle sighed again, this time softer, closing another cabinet to look at Their.

"I can't find any cups or glasses anywhere," his gaze expressed annoyance. "Probably those idiots kept taking new dishes instead of washing theirs, and now they're hoarding a mountain of dirty ones like hamsters."

"You complain about them, but guess whose kitchen I found a bunch of dirty plates breeding a new species in?" Their laughter started to grate on his head, but despite his efforts, a smile appeared on his rough lips.

"That's different; I, um... I'm the oldest, I'm allowed!"

"Ohohoho! [Y.N], my dear!" Splinter entered the red kitchen excitedly, appearing right behind the teenager using his ninja skills. "Are you making your delicious [Most popular dish in your country] again? My mouth waters at the mere thought!"

"Er, what?" Raph had a slightly puzzled expression, hearing about such a dish for the first time. What is that even?

"Oh, unfortunately no, just regular pizza," [Y.N] replied with an apologetic look, placing the last slice of meat. "But don't worry, maybe I'll bring that tomorrow, sounds good?"

"Oh, yes, definitely!"

◇Shortly after that incident, he asked about that dish.

"Oh? That's one of the dishes from my country."

"From your country? I didn't think America had such food to offer."

"Raph, I'm not from America."

"... What?"

◇Less surprised than Leo, but still.

◇Since then, you've been explaining everything about yourself and your country to him.

◇The biggest fan of dishes from your country, especially the way you make them.

◇Raph has a simple mind, so it will take a long time before he grasps the basics of your language, but he remembers many words that he tries to use at the nearest opportunity.

◇He loves it when he says a word correctly, and you pat him on the head as a reward.

◇As for clothing... sorry, but he's too big for that.

◇BUT, you'll make him bracelets in the colors of the flag if he insists.

◇There won't be jokes about your origin; Raph is too respectful turtle for that.

Donatello

◇He's not dumb (usually), and I think he'll be the first to ask if there's anything you haven't told him.

◇Of course, what is life without a bit of fun? You denied it.

◇Thanks to that, it was a game of cat and mouse for two weeks.

◇Eventually, Donnie hacked into one of your social media accounts where you clearly stated which country you're from. If not, he just had to check the login history in different countries.

◇Of course, he got a smack on the back of the head.

(And it's very possible his brothers put him in isolation overnight, you know, that place when Splinter had a fever? Who knows.)

◇You think he won't quickly learn the basics of your language? Dude, he taught a squirrels sign language, what can't he do?

◇Thanks to that, you can talk about various topics that shouldn't be brought up around his family in your native language.

◇And as a fun fact, wanting to surprise him, you asked Shelldon to teach you binary code. The guy was amazed, and Leo wanted to perform exorcisms on you.

◇Maybe he's not as intrigued by your culture, but he wouldn't want to offend you, so if you start talking about it, he won't stop you.

◇On the other hand, he really appreciates national costumes, maybe even doing that scene with you like they were hypnotized? You won't have to ask him for long.

◇Not a big fan of your national dishes, maybe because of the consistency? Or the unusual taste?

◇He'll likely tease you about your origin, but they'll be harmless jokes.

Michelangelo

◇Silly kid. Just a silly kid.

◇Nah, kidding, it just never crossed his mind that his friend is from a different country.

◇And you found it amusing to some extent.

◇Eventually, you told him about it when he got fascinated by a painting from your country.

◇Surprised Pikachu face ver.2

◇Probably the most excited about learning your culture, even if he doesn't understand it and it differs significantly from what's prevalent in America.

◇If your country has an unusual drawing style, he'll beg you to try it together. How can you refuse such an angel? (Not really an angel, especially when Dr. Rude comes into play)

◇He'll be the first to want to try on national costumes, both male and female.

◇He'll also want to, this time by himself, cook some dishes from your country.

◇He burned the kitchen.

◇A total failure when it comes to learning languages, so either you give up on teaching him, or you'll need a lot of patience.

◇Relatively supportive turtle, but he won't be as mindful of your origin afterward; it'll be like it used to be with the extra toppings.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise donnie x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt x reader

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bebeyeyo · 1 year

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in her eyes | episode three

genre: fluff and angst

pairing: sana x female reader

scenario: highschool!au

content warnings: reader is a teen mom, slight harassment, gaslighting

the table was silent as you and dae-jong continue to look at each other, except yours were just filled with anger at this point than fear from what you had felt earlier.

“do you mind if I talk to you,” he pauses as he looks at sana, mina, dahyun, and momo then back at you, “alone?”

“I have nothing to talk to you about.” you sternly say.

“oh, but I think you do.” he says with a chuckle. you roll your eyes with a frustrated sigh before feeling a hand on top of yours.

you look up seeing it’s sana with worried eyes. you give her a reassuring smile before turning back to dae-jong.

“fine,” you get up walking with him outside of the cafeteria so you can both have some privacy.

“what do you want?” you ask.

“when we’re you going to tell me you had our child?”

you nearly cut him off, “my child. she’s my child.”

“doesn’t work like that. I got you pregnant.” he says with a smirk that you really want to punch off his face.

“she doesn’t even know who you are. and I intend to keep it that way until she’s older, but I’m still sure as hell she’ll want nothing to do with you.” you explain with gritted teeth.

his expression changes from cocky to angry in the matter of a second.

“you can’t keep me from her, y/n. I have rights as her father.”

you scoff, then chuckle at how stupid he was.

“last time I checked, my name is the only one on the birth certificate, yours is not. so no, you have no rights to her whatsoever except for me. so, as my right to my daughter, you will not see her until I think it’s appropriate.” you explain making him even more angry.

“you think she won’t be asking about who her father is?”

“Oh wow! now you want to start using that title towards her after four fucking years! how fucking ridiculous. you’re ridiculous. you’re not fit to be a father, much less a good boyfriend. which is why I left in the first place.”

your anger was taking over at the thought of this man wanting to see your daughter. you would never let him step foot towards her. you didn’t care if he promised anything and everything to you, you didn’t feel safe with him anywhere near her.

“like you’re so fit to be a mother? 14 and pregnant?”

“and? I’ve taken the responsibility of being a mother all on my own! and I did it all. you were fourteen and an immature asshole, and still are, so you can guarantee I wasn’t going to let someone like you help raise my daughter.”

you saw his fists balled up at his sides. but you weren’t scared of him, not right now at least. you were in a public school, and as one of the star athletes of the school, he could jeopardize his entire career.

without another word, you walked away from him back into the cafeteria where sana was rushing to the door where she saw you.

“are you okay? I was getting worried.” her eyes scan you.

“yes, I’m okay. I promise.”

sana nods slowly trying to convince herself before she leads you back over to the table you were sitting at before.

the three girls look at you with worried faces.

“are you alright? you seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him.” mina asks.

you nod, “yes, guys, don’t worry about me. I can handle myself.”

the girls nod as they continue on with conversations from before, but you didn’t notice how sana was glaring at dae-jong as he was walking back through the cafeteria, and he as well was glaring back at the girl.

“y/n? I hope it’s not too much of a bother, and you can most definitely say no but, could we possibly see pictures?” dahyun asks with curiosity written all over her face.

you were surprised to hear this, immediately knowing what she meant.

you’ve always kept your daughter private, besides people knowing she exists, you don’t allow much people to see her face unless it’s her daycare teachers, and family.

but you trust sana, so you feel you can trust these girls.

“yes, but not here, too many people.” you say in a slight whisper.

“off to the cherry tree it is!”

once you all made it to the infamous cherry blossom tree where it has history of many many years ago, you all sat down on the grass where you were shuffling around in your bag and pulling out a plethora of photos that were all held together by a rubber band.

you swear you’ll find a case for all these later.

once you took the rubber band off, you look up seeing three girls who are were sitting so eager to see.

you let the girls go through each photo excitedly.

“oh my god! she’s so cute and tiny!” mina squeals.

“her two front teeth!” dahyun smiles.

“she looks just like you,” momo compliments as she flips through photos.

“thank you,” you chuckle.

sana’s silence didn’t go unnoticed by you, in fact, it surprised you when you looked over at her beside you.

she was so infatuated with these older photos of you.

ones where you were holding your baby, even when you were pregnant with her, beside your aunt jihyo.

sana was taken back at how all these photos could practically tell your whole life story.

one photo that nearly brought her to tears was when you first held your daughter in the hospital bed. you held her so close, lips to her forehead, a heart warming smile on your face.

“are you okay, sana?” you ask the girl who snapped out from her gaze, looking at your with a chuckle, watery eyes.

“i’m okay. i just got caught up looking at this photo of you,” she confesses while she holds her head back to catch any tears that may fall.

you give her a small smile before looking at the other girls who were so caught up in laughter and adoring your pictures of your little girl.

it made you think about memories.

some that weren’t all too good, either.

one photo in particular you saw, and you just went into a daze.

“i’m not staying here anymore.” you state as you walk down the stairs of dae-jong’s house.

a furious dae-jong follows behind you, “oh really? you’re just gonna run away again? you always do this!”

“i’m not dealing with it anymore! all you and your parents ever do is gaslight and belittle me about how i would be as a parent when you aren’t showing the responsibility to even be one! and i’m sure as hell not letting my baby live here with you!”

“you are so dramatic. my parents and i know what’s best for you. considering that we took you in after your parents kicked you out, you should be fucking grateful we even did! but you’re just an ungrateful bitch!” he screams as you exit through the front door of his house.

you stop at the last step before turning around to him, “i get that you’re not ecstatic about this baby. hell, i’m not even with the fucking time being. but babies happen when you have sex, alright? you and i took part of that. so if you want to continue being like this, i will gladly raise this baby by myself, because that’s what a decent parent does.”

“y/n-ah? are you alright?” you hear dahyun softly ask.

you shake your head snapping from your thoughts before turning your head to dahyun.

“i’m okay,” you pause before grabbing the photo of you and daejong and ripping it apart in front of them.

“i should’ve gotten rid of this photo a long time ago.” you sigh staring at the ripped pieces of paper.

“so, what was it like?” sana asks you as you both walk your way down the street to your daughter’s daycare.

“what was what like?” you ask in confusion.

“being pregnant? and having her.” she asks once more.

you let out a soft chuckle remembering it all like it was yesterday.

“well, dae-jong was out of the question to begin with. so, i went to go stay with my aunt and she willingly took me in. i will just say, pregnancy is not all sunshine and rainbows. it’s an obvious for all women, but being a teenager and going through it is so terrible. even the epidural didn’t help much.” you ramble.

sana giggles listening to your life story, being very attentive. ever since she’s met you and your little girl, she’s been intrigued and interested in you since then.

“but, i’ll just say i’m thankful i had my aunt by my side. otherwise i don’t know where i would’ve gone.” you finish.

“that sounds like a lot to bare, y/n. it’s really strong of you. it’s what make you so interesting and intriguing.” she says making your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“o-oh.” you shyly smile.

sana smiles before looking up seeing you’re close to the daycare.

“am i allowed to see her again?” she asks with a grin.

you found your heart pounding before giving a nod, “sure.”

#darlinggtwice #minatozaki sana #sana x fem reader #in her eyes series #twice sana #twice imagines #sana imagines #teen mom reader

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whoisshel · 10 months

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The Flea and the Acrobat

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 3857

tw: swearing, horrible parenting ( a little bit abusive but this will be the only time)

I did name the mom, it just makes it easier instead of continuously reading your mom. I'm not the biggest fan of Y/M/N, but if everyone would prefer that, I'm not opposed.

Jonathan had driven the three of them back to his house, so you could get your car and drive you and Nancy home. Once they made it home, you said your quick goodbyes and headed into your own houses. The lights were off in your house, but as soon as you shut the front door the hallway light had turned on. You turned around and saw your mom standing there looking angry with her arms crossed.

“Where the hell have you been, it’s been days!” Your mom hissed

You rolled your eyes and started walking up the stairs, “You’re being dramatic, it’s been two days and I’ve been at Eddie’s.”

“Hey, don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” Pam yelled up to her daughter. You stopped on the steps and slowly turned around.

“Why do you even care,” You snapped, your eyes going a bit wide, eyebrows furrowed and hands flying up, “You never cared before when you’d leave me home alone for days.”

“I’m your mother, of course I care!” Pam uncrossed her arms bringing them down to her side with her hands balled into fists.

You turned back around to finish walking up the stairs, “Well, you’ve done a pretty shitty job of showing that.”

“I’m still talking to you!” Pam shouted after you.

“And I’m done.” You slammed your door shut, walked over to the bed and let out a big sigh closing your eyes as you flopped down.

Pam barged through the door still yelling, “How dare you speak to me like that!”

“Oh my god!” You groaned, using your hands to cover your face.

“People are going missing left and right, you can’t be out of the house for days and not tell me where you are,” Pam ranted, “And I don’t trust that Munson kid.”

Hearing your mother talk about Eddie that way, made you sit up straight with an even angrier face. You pointed a finger at your mom, growling, “You don’t talk about him that way.”

Pam reeled back in shock at her daughter’s tone, “I hear what they say about him.”

“I guess it’s a good thing that you, and everyone else in this shallow town, doesn’t get a say in who I see.” You stood up to be level with your mom.

“I’m your mother-”

“There you go again throwing that word ‘mother’ around like it means something.” You said in a low snide voice, squinting your eyes.

Not being able to take anymore, Pam turned around and walked towards the door, “Wait until your father hears about this.” Pam slammed the door on her way out.

“What’s he going to do from his office he’s in all day!” You shouted after her, getting the last word.

You dropped your head and shoulders sighing, before turning around and dropping on your bed face first. You hid your face in your pillow and let out a muffled scream, then stood back up and got ready for bed.

—-------------

In the morning, You hid in your room and got ready for Will’s funeral. You put on a simple black dress and black keds, then pulled the front pieces of your hair back with barrettes and put on light makeup. You didn’t want to see your parents this morning, so you opted for the window as your escape. Once making it down the roof, you walked over to your car and drove away to the funeral.

When you made it to the cemetery, you walked over to where everyone else stood and zoned in and out as the Pastor talked.

“Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your god. I will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you.” As the Pastor kept talking, you completely zoned out, not needing to hear anymore. Will wasn’t dead, you knew he wasn’t, so all this was just a bunch of crap and once they found Will; it wouldn’t really matter.

After the funeral was over, everyone walked over to Will’s family and said their apologies. You followed just for show, but it was mainly to Lonnie since Joyce was zoned out and Jonathan didn’t want to hear them because he too knew that his brother was still alive.

You walked over to Jonathan to wait for Nancy, and once Nancy walked by the two, she nodded her head to the right before she kept walking. Jonathan and you followed after her to where you could all get away from the crowd, and the three of you sat on the ground to talk about your next plan to find the monster.

“This is where we know for sure it's been, right?” Jonathan asked, in more of a reassuring way since he already knew the answer. The three of you looked at a map of Hawkins that you put three x’s on.

Nancy pointed at an area of the map saying, “So, that’s…”

“Steve’s house.” You interrupted, nodding.

“And that’s the woods where they found Will’s bike and,” Jonathan said pointing at one x mark, then pointing at another, “That’s my house.”

“It’s all so close.” Nancy mumbled in realization.

Jonathan turned to look at her nodding, “Yeah, exactly. I mean, it’s all within a mile or something. Whatever this thing is, it’s-it’s not traveling far.”

You brought their attention back to the map, where you circled an area around the x marks, “This area must be where it lives.”

“You both want to go out there.” Nancy turned her head back up looking between the two

“We might not find anything.” Jonathan mumbled.

“Y/N and I found something.” Nancy stated, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows looking worried. “And if we do see it, then what?”

Jonathan looked forward, not wanting to say it, so you did, “We kill it.”

You all walked over to Lonnie’s car and Jonathan got into the passenger seat pulling out a knife to jimmy the lock on the compartment.

“What are you doing?” Nancy whispered, worried they might get caught

“Just give me a second.” Jonathan said before going back to messing with the lock. Once it was open he pulled out a gun from the compartment.

You bent over to get a closer look at it, whispering out in amazement, “Holy shit.”

Nancy’s face turned into a shocked look as she uncrossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jonathan asked sarcastically, taking ammo out of the compartment and stuffing it in his jacket, “You want to find this thing and take another photo? Yell at it?”

“This is a terrible idea.” Nancy nagged, crossing her arms again. Jonathan got out of the car to stand in front of Nancy.

You walked over to stand to the side of them, facing them with a humorous look on your face, “I think this is a great idea.”

“Can you be serious for one second?” Nancy sneered at the smirking girl

“No.” You simply said

“It’s the best we’ve got.” Jonathan voiced his opinion. “What? You can tell someone, but they’re not gonna believe you. You know that.”

“Your mom would.” Nancy stated matter-of-factly.

“She’s been through enough.” Jonathan sighed, not wanting to bring his mom into this.

“She deserves to know.”

“Yeah, and I’ll tell her when this thing is dead.”

You clapped your hands together to bring their attention to you, “Okay, if this little love quarrel is done, can we get back to the real problem. Let’s go home, get changed, and then meet behind Jonathan’s house, okay?” Jonathan and Nancy just nodded. “Okay, great, see you there.”

—-------------

You drove back home to get changed into something more monster hunting ready. You still didn’t want to deal with your parents, so you climbed back through your window. Once you climbed through and shut your window, you turned around and jumped back a little from shock, now noticing your mom sitting on your bed.

“Jesus.” You whispered, holding your hand to your chest.

“Where have you been?” Her mom asked softly, raising her head up to look at her daughter with a disappointed look.

“Will’s funeral,” You said as if it was obvious, your hand moving up and down in front of your dress, “You know, my best friend’s little brother. The kid I’ve babysat, but you wouldn’t know that since you don’t know anything about me.”

“Alright,” Pam sighed, standing up having enough with her daughter’s attitude, “You’re grounded. You aren’t leaving this house; except for school. You’re dropping out of the play and you’re not allowed to see or talk to Eddie anymore.”

“What!” You shrieked, “You can’t do this!”

“I can and I will.” Pam scolded you, her jaw clenched and hands straight at her side as she tried to keep a calm demeanor.

Pam started walking out of your room thinking the conversation was over, but you weren't someone to back down even when you should, “When did you decide to start acting like a mother!”

“Enough!” Pam spun around quickly, losing all coolness, “You are done talking to me like this, you are grounded and that’s final.”

“No, I’m not done, actually.” You sneered, a small smirk on your face as you took a couple steps closer to your mom. “All my life you two have just gone off to your parties and out with friends, while you left me with nannies until I was too old then I was just left alone.” You growled the last word, as tears formed in both their eyes. “All either of you has ever cared about is yourself. You are piece of shit parents.”

At the last words Pam slapped you sharply across the face, both of you let out a gasp of shock. Your head turned to the side from the slap, you turned back to face your mom who had both her hands over her mouth.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’m so- I’m so sorry.” Pam whispered, tears falling down both your faces.

“Get out.” You croaked. Pam raised a hand out towards you, but you just slapped it away, “GET OUT!”

Pam quickly turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her. As soon as the door was closed, you covered your face with your hands and let out a loud sob. You dragged it right down your face in an attempt to wipe the tears away and pull yourself together. Walking over to your closet, you pulled out a spare bag and shoved clothes and other essential needs into it. You made sure to grab the knife that Eddie had given you; for emergency. You walked back to the window, climbing out of it and walked over to your car.

Before you could reach your car, a shout from behind you stopped you in your tracks. “Hey, Y/N!” Turning around you saw it was Steve Harrington standing at your front door. You didn’t want to deal with him right now, so you turned back around and kept walking to your car.

“Hey, wow, Y/N, stop!” Steve quickly walked after you, and grabbed your arm once he reached you, turning you around to face him. “Can we talk?”

“What the fuck do you want now, Harrington?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I wanted to apolo-” Steve started to say before he really took in your appearance and saw that you were crying, “Wow, what happened, are you okay?”

“Look, Harrington, I don’t have time for this, so if you could please just leave the fuck alone that’d be great.” You pleaded, giving him a sarcastic smile, then immediately dropped it, turning back around to get to the car.

“Hey, wait.” Steve sputtered, getting in front of your door to block your way. “Can you please just talk to me for a second?”

“No, now move.” You demanded, looking up at Steve, glaring at him. Once Steve saw your face, he immediately grabbed your jaw and turned your head to look at your cheek that was bright red and had a small cut from your mom’s wedding ring. You ripped your head out of his hand and looked back down.

“Who did this to you, was it Eddie?” Steve questioned.

You scoffed at his accusation of Eddie, “Are you fucking kidding me Steve, get the fuck out of my way.”

“You can talk to me, if Eddie is hurting you-”

“It wasn’t Eddie, you douche.” You hissed, “It was my mom; you happy?”

“What?” Steve took a breath in, surprised, “Your mom?”

You felt like you were about to cry again, so you looked back down and pushed Steve out of the way, “Yes, now I need to leave.”

You didn’t let Steve say another word, shutting your car door and turned it on before reversing out of the driveway. You took one last glance back at Steve then looked away.

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You made it to Jonathan’s and walked into the woods behind his house where you heard gunshots coming from. Jonathan and Nancy stood in the woods, in front of targets that Nancy was shooting at.

“-My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac… and started their nuclear family.” Nancy said, lining up her shot.

“Screw that.” Jonathan muttered.

“Yeah, screw that.” Nancy mumbled back, before shooting the gun and hitting the can in front of her.

“Want to talk about shitty parents?” You said, both of them turning around quickly surprised. You took the gun from Nancy and aimed it at the can to the right of the one Nancy shot. “I can tell you about shitty parents. My parents have only ever cared about appearance. Being the best, most richest, perfect little family, but the problem is that they forgot about their daughter along the way. Unless of course, they need her there to make them look better, but then she also has to fit their standard of perfection.”

You took the shot hitting the can, then pointed at the next one shooting the rest of the rounds at it. Putting your arms down and pointing the gun at the ground, you turned back around to face the two. Nancy let out a small gasp and Jonathan cursed under his breath seeing the cut and red cheek, that’s gone down a bit but not enough to go undetected.

“What happened?” Jonathan asked, concerned for his friend that’s been in his life since 6th grade.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You dismissed their looks, moving on from the conversation to what needed to be done, “Now, let’s go kill that son of a bitch.”

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“You never said what I was thinking.” Nancy said to Jonathan as the three of you walked further into the woods.

Once again, you became the third wheel between these two whole weird ‘will they won’t they’ thing they have going one. You just rolled your eyes, being hidden by being a few steps behind them, and thought, ‘Here we go again’

“What?” Jonathan asked, which he seems to be asking a lot lately.

“Yesterday.” Nancy reminded him. “You said I was saying something and that’s why you took my picture.”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know.” Jonathan stuttered, looking down at the ground. “My guess, I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else. But for that moment it was like you were alone, or you thought you were. And, you know, you could just be yourself.”

“That is such bullshit.” Nancy objected, offended by the statement that everyones been thinking.

Jonathan stops walking, “What?”

“I am not trying to be someone else.” Nancy said, turning around to face Jonathan again. “Just because I’m dating Steve and you don’t like him-”

Jonathan kept walking, done with this conversation now, “You know what? Forget it. I just thought it was a good picture.”

“He’s actually a good guy!” Nancy shouted after him, following him again.

“Okay.” Jonathan scoffed. You let out a humorless laugh next to Nancy, now caught up with them from their pause.

Nancy looked at you slightly offended, then turned back to Jonathan and continued defending Steve, “Yesterday, with the camera… He’s not like that at all. He was just being protective.”

“Yeah, that’s one word for it.” Jonathan said, as you all stopped once again.

The three of you continued your walk again as Nancy said, “Oh, and I guess what you did was okay.”

You dropped your head back, looking up at the sky, groaning, “Oh my god.”

“No, I-I never said that.” Jonathan stuttered

“He had every right to be pissed-”

“Okay, all right. Does that mean I have to like him?” Jonathan snapped, turning around to get in Nancy’s face now.

“No.” Nancy simply stated, not having any other words to say.

“Listen, don’t take it so personally, okay? I don’t like most people, he’s in the vast majority.”

Jonathan started to walk off again with you close behind him. Nancy kept standing there, she quietly scoffed to herself before talking, making Jonathan stop but you kept walking, “You know, I was actually starting to think that you were okay?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nancy said, before elaborating, “Yeah, I was thinking, ‘Jonathan Byers, maybe he’s not the pretentious creep everyone says he is’”

Hearing that sentence made you stop again, becoming angry at the horrible statement about your friend. You turned back around, scowling, and started slowly walking back over to Nancy.

“Well, I was just starting to think you were okay.” Jonathan sneered, walking closer to Nancy, “I was thinking, ‘Nancy Wheeler, she’s not just another suburban girl who thinks she’s rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does until that phase passes and they marry some boring one-time jock, who now works sales, and they live out of a perfectly boring little life at the end of a cul-de-sac. Exactly like their parents, who they thought were so depressing, but now, hey, they get it’”

After that, Jonathan kept walking and Nancy just stood there in disbelief. You walked up to Nancy, getting in her face a little as you talked in a low voice, “Not so fun to hear the truth is it? Nobody cares that you’re dating Steve Harrington, it’s the fact that once you started to; you changed. You became an even bigger of a bitch then you already were.”

You turned back around to follow after Jonathan, leaving Nancy to stand there once again continuously scoffing and trying to come up with something to say.

“At least my parents don't ignore me!” Nancy called after you.

You turned around, walking backwards. You shrugged your shoulders and put a fake smile on, “Sounds like they do to me.”

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It’s now nighttime, and the three of you are still walking in the woods, but now in awkward silence with distance between you. Jonathan and You continue walking until you notice that Nancy had stopped.

“What are you tired?” Jonathan scoffed at Nancy once you both turned around to face her.

“Shut up.” Nancy said, not looking at you two as she focused on the woods behind them.

“Okay, rude.” You grumbled

Nancy continued looking around with her mouth open in shock, “I heard something.”

Further in the woods behind you, a whimpering noise echoed. Now finally hearing what Nancy heard, Jonathan and you looked at each other with the same shocked face. The group started walking towards where the whimpering noise continued. When you got close to where the sound was coming from, you saw it was an injured deer that was covered in blood.

“Oh my god.” Nancy mumbled, you let out a small gasp covering your mouth with your hand. Jonathan and Nancy kneeled in front of the deer while you stayed standing behind them. “It’s been hit by a car.”

“We can’t just leave it.” You whimpered, holding back your tears, feeling bad for the poor deer.

Jonathan and Nancy looked down at the gun that Nancy was still holding on to. Nancy pondered on whether she could actually shoot the deer or not and seeing the conflicted look on her face, Jonathan reached his hand out for the gun, “I’ll do it.”

“I thought you said-”

“-I’m not nine anymore.”

“Will someone just do it?” You hissed at them, not being able to see the animal hurt any longer.

Jonathan took the gun out of Nancy’s hand and stood up with her. He pointed the gun at the deer, he cocked the gun, but before he could shoot it something had dragged it away. The three of you jump back in shock, gasping.

“What was that?” Nancy asked, scared. You all followed the trail that had been left by the dragged deer and the blood coming from it. “Where’d it go?”

“I don’t know.” Jonathan answered, “Do you see any more blood?”

“No.” Nancy replied, softly. Nancy and you kept walking to one side, while Jonathan looked on the other. Nancy had stopped to look on the ground as you continued a few steps ahead. “Hey, Y/N, do you see this?”

Turning back around to see what Nancy was pointing at, you saw a hole at the bottom of a tree trunk. “Holy shit, what is that?”

“Let’s find out.” Nancy mumbled, getting closer to the tree. She then got on her knees in front of it with you close behind. “Jonathan?!” Nancy yelled out, the two girls looking around you and not seeing him.

Nancy turned back around to look at the hole, then took her backpack off.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You asked her, but Nancy didn’t stop, she just continued to crawl into the hole.

“Nancy, Nancy!” You yelled in a whisper after the girl. You then got on your knees to look through the hole and see if you could see Nancy. Not being able to spot Nancy, you decided to follow after her. “Oh, what the hell.”

As you crawled through the gross-looking hole, you mumbled to yourself completely grossed out, “This is disgusting, this is so fucking disgusting.”

When you finally made it through, you saw Nancy standing there looking around. Walking up to her, you whispered to Nancy, “What the hell, Nancy?”

Nancy didn’t answer and just continued walking. The girls walked in between two trees, but stopped when your lights started flickering. You were messing with your flashlights when you both heard a growl to the right of you. Looking towards the sound, you gasped seeing the monster you saw behind Steve’s house. You grabbed onto Nancy’s hand as you both started walking backwards, keeping your eyes on the thing eating the deer. As you took a step back, Nancy stepped on something on the grand making it let out a snap. The monster snapped around at the sound letting out a loud growl as its face opened revealing just a big hole and teeth. Nancy and you screamed before the two of you turned around and ran away from the monster, dropping your flashlights.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x fem!reader #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic

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argentumcor · 2 months

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A flare-up of Arkham Trilogy fandom has been triggered, and so I spent entirely too much money on the Arkham Knight Genesis comic. Art is nice, writing is pretty good. I'm not a comic person, and find most comics to have ugly art these days, but this one (and Soulfinder from Iconic Comics) impressed me.

I always liked this version of Jason coming back best since I heard of the character. A plot device like a Lazarus Pit needs to be kept to a minimum because otherwise it just breaks everything and the Arkham version where the Pits are nearly exhausted and restricted to the Ra's plots is the best way to approach them. Jason being crazy because of torture and not mystical woo-woo side effects offers more interesting directions to go in to me, problems that can't be easily solved because they are choices he made while at least somewhat in possession of his faculties.

Man, I thought the backstory I cooked up for Arkham's Jason was dark but the canon one is darker. I had it where he never knew his dad and his mom was an addict who OD'd when he was young, but in the comic both parents are meth addicts who tried to sell him to the mob to pay their debts, which didn't work because that's nuts even in Gotham, and so abused him until he was thirteen, when Jason sold them out to the mob and watched them get killed in exchange for getting a small bit of turf where he was left alone to do small time crime.

I always liked the version of him meeting Batman by trying and semi-succeeding at stealing the wheels off the Batmobile, but the Arkham version where he saves Batman's life during a tussle with the Joker is a better fit for this universe.

There's conflict between the game City Stories version of how he got caught and the comic one. The game one is much darker, from what drove Jason after Joker (horrible murder and mutilation of children at a school in the game vs. pride I think in the comic) to the actual getting caught (Jason's hubris and sense of righteousness making him very stupid in the game vs. purely a trap the Joker laid in the comic). The game lore version of events is better, though harder to depict I think in the pages the comic had for various reasons.

One thing stands out about Arkham Jason: everyone in his life had given up on him from the moment he was born...except Bruce and the family. Bruce met him for only a few minutes at most and saw that Jason could be more than just another doomed rat in the dirty alleys of the city, wanted in some way to be more (Arkham Knight Jason disputes this in narration but it's clear from what happened that's the case). But a lifetime of being given up on doesn't just vanish in a year-ish of being really valued- and Joker brilliantly weaponized it against Jason and in doing so against Batman.

The comic is from Jason's bitter angry broken pre-Arkham Knight POV but there are hints that the darkness hasn't consumed him. I think Dick naming Tim as his brother in a fight hurt him- because I think they would have had that bond before Jason was taken and 'Tim as my replacement' is a big thing for Jason. He's ruthless, yes, and apathetic to the world around him but he sees that Bruce has a memorial to him in the Batcave and it triggers really intense emotions- anger because that's almost all he has anymore and then something else he can't and refuses to even try to process.

That's why, I think, Bruce extending a hand to Jason at the end of the boss fight destroyed the Arkham Knight. I also think that getting Gotham to evacuate civilians was Jason's idea. There's no logic to it from Scarecrow's POV; more people in the city would mean more fear to, uh, imbibe. It's not that Jason is worried about collateral damage, exactly, it's that he isn't totally gone. You can see that in the game audio logs. I wish we would have gotten an encounter with him and Dick, either as the Knight or as Red Hood. I think the rivalry there with Tim is built in as a matter of history and personality but with Dick there's a brotherhood that got broken through no fault of their own.

The Red Hood smart-assery is also present in the narration in the comic. I think it was there with the Arkham Knight, too, here and there, but he's on the furious hunt in most of what you hear from him so there isn't a lot of room for it.

#arkhamverse #arkham knight #jason todd

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toms-cherry-trees · 2 years

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A Piece Of Me || Michael Gray Flashback

Summary: Not every search ends in a gain

Word Count: 2062

Warnings: Violence, mentions of canon death, implied past child abuse and possible PTSD, you know the drill

Author’s note: I have no justification for this one. Enjoy!

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The car jolted gently every time the wheels hit a bump on the road, causing the passengers in the back seat to rock rather abruptly from side to side. Charlie kept dozing off in Michael’s lap, unable to fully fall asleep with the noise from the engine and the perpetual bumping. Or perhaps he felt uncomfortable with the vice tight grip his uncle kept around his little body, as if he feared the little child would slip again at the smallest chance.

Or perhaps it was Michael who needed someone to hold onto.

The events kept replaying over and over again in his mind. Not those of the last 2 hours, but in fact the last 17 years. Every single thing he had been through since he was ripped from his mother and placed in foster care, with the so-called “holy fathers”. Holy my ass, he thought to himself, his arms tightening a bit more around Charlie. They shielded behind their white cassocks and golden crosses, bathed in their feigned purity, when they were as rotten and dirty as the worst ones the world had to offer. Michael wasn’t sure there was a God up there, because no God would stand his envoys behaving the way these men did.

He entered the parish house, but never left it. The boy who walked out of the orphanage, hand in hand with Mrs. Johnson was not him. Not quite. He had something missing. Something deep and meaningful he had brought with him when the parish took him, but had been lost along the way, bit by bit, every time he saw a child who was not himself leaving with a new family, and every time Father Hughes summoned him to his office for confession, every Monday before bedtime. A little something he had been searching for ever since.

He could not recall what life had been before. He didn’t have any memories prior to his life as Henry Johnson. They had indoctrinated him until he didn’t know who he was anymore.

And he could not recall a single moment in his life in which he didn’t feel angry.

Even in times he truly felt joyous, like sharing with his classmates in the schoolhouse’s little yard, or kicking the ball with his little brother under the scorching summer sun; picking fruits in the orchard with his adoptive mother until the skin in his palms cracked, all of those memories were obscured by the shadow of resentment. Seemingly unjustified, focused on nothing and no one in particular. Just a never ending, seething fury against the world.

How many hours he spent sat in the meadow, his gaze fixed in the wishing well with the white bricks. Surrounded by little colourful flowers, buzzing with life in the summer, and withstanding the elements in winter. His “mom” used to tell his little brother that fairies lived in the flowers, and the buds closed down in the winter so they could take shelter from the rain. Michael felt like snorting when she repeated that story, every single day when they passed the well on the way home. He wanted to go up and stomp on the dainty little flowers until only roots remained, and then rip the roots off the earth with his bare hands, and spread them all over the bright grass for everyone to see. And then he’d load up the pretty little well with explosives, just like his father had told him they did in the western front, and blow it up to smithereens. He’d probably get blown up too, but it would be worth it just to see it gone.

But Michael never destroyed the flowers, nor did he try to damage the wishing well. Because the only thing he wanted more in this life than ruining that pretty meadow was fitting in. He wanted to belong, fit in, just a regular teenager in a regular world. And for the sake of it, he kept it all inside. All his rage, his resentment, his eternal thirst for revenge, all carefully stored within the depths of himself; far from reach, where no one would ever be able to find it. Buried between the shadow and the soul, where it would hopefully one day wither and die, and he’d finally be able to fit in.

But destiny had handed him an opportunity. A new family, although it didn’t exactly count as new. They were his family, the one he had been unjustly taken from; the one where he truly belonged. Where he didn’t have to change himself to fit in; he didn’t need to struggle to find a place. What had Tommy said to him? “You are Polly’s son alright” And he had just proven it, twice in one day. He may carry the Gray surname, but he was a proper Shelby now.

The gun had felt natural in his grip, an extension of his own arm, just like they told him that night in Arrow House, when John and Arthur filled him with liquor and thrusted a pistol in his hand. He felt all the boundaries built over the years melt away in a wave of whiskey and testosterone. All that pent up rage, bubbling from the bottom of his soul like a shaken up champagne bottle, ready to pop the cork and spill out. He had tethered so close to the edge that night, so fucking close, he had tasted it. They drove him to madness, and he had played along. He could have let loose and released the beast, but fate and his nosy mother had stopped him last second. But who knew, perhaps it had been better that way. He had saved his first time for something bigger.

But that first shot had been nothing. Just a blur, and act without thought, something which entered his brain and immediately slipped away. All he could remember was a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He didn’t even see the face of that man; he didn’t know his name. All he saw were a pair of large hands holding Tommy’s collar, and then a hole right through the skull. He didn’t falter, didn’t stutter and didn’t miss. As if he had been meant to hold onto that gun all along. As if he had been meant to kill someone.

The real deal came later on.

When he left the parish home, he never expected to encounter any of them again. Not any of the orphans…nor any of the fathers. When he laid eyes again on Father Hughes, an icy coldness spread down his body. His muscles tensed and his pulse picked up; he walked on the tips of his toes, ready to sprint into a run at the slightest hint of danger. Fly or fight mode, acquired over long nights where the boys took turns guarding the door at night, perking up their ears in anticipation of steps going up their stairs. They had learned to distinguish between the low heels of the sisters and the polished shoes of the fathers, and could tell the priests apart by the sound of their gait and the smell of their clothes. He could recall Hughes smelled of cheap cigarettes and dampness.

He could still remember the crack. A crack in the wall behind Father Hughes’ desk, right in middle, almost reaching the roof. It was shaped like a spiderweb. When Michael stared long enough, he could imagine a big spider, with long legs and a big red splotch on its back, crawling out of it, its pincers clicking and its beady black eyes fixated on him. The idea of something coming out of that crack terrified him, but he still stared. Because he didn’t want to look the priest in the eye. Because he wanted the big black spider to come down and eat him whole.

But he had no crack to stare now to distract his mind, nor any hopes that a magical creature would aid him in his cause. Just his gun, the life of his nephew on the line and an unclenched thirst for revenge.

He could have shot, point blank, the moment he set foot through the door. He had him, right in his line of vision, no obstacles in the way. The gun uncocked, the bullet in the chamber. But he couldn’t. Because he wanted Hughes to know it had been him. He wanted to stare at him, right in the eye, in the same way he was forced to do while he “took confession”, while the bullet went through his brains. He wanted Hughes to know he had come back, like the ghost from Christmas Past, to claim what had been taken from him.

But even there, with the upper hand, with the surprise factor, the barrel of his gun shoved right into Hughes’ eye, he couldn’t help but shiver. His own body betrayed him, his palms sweating and his heartbeat quickening. His mouth dried up like sandpaper. And for a moment, for a split, fateful moment, he was once more little Michael, aged just five years old, sitting in front of a big desk, his feet dangling from the chair, while a grave looking priest told him that he had been given up by his mother for being a bad boy, but that they would help him atone for his sins. The priest had placed a big, coarse hand in the back of his head and given him a piece of candy, whispering that he would take good care of him.

Just for a moment, his determination faltered. Fear had overpowered his determination. And in that brief hesitation, he had lost his upper hand. Hughes had beaten him and trashed him around, and now he had him on a table, his hands tightly wrapped around Michael’s throat. He could see black spots dancing on the edge of his vision. The images in front of him blurred and he seemed to be slipping away…

And then the splash.

Michael couldn’t even recall putting a knife in his pocket. He didn’t know why, or how he got it. But he felt so thankful at the moment. Yes he had brought a knife to a gun fight and not he did not care it was honourable. He wasn’t honourable. He was a gangster through and through. And the satisfaction he felt, pushing that blade through the priest’s neck, couldn’t be compared to anything in this world. He felt again that coursing of adrenaline through his veins, stronger than any drug they could offer him. It got to his head and warmed him from the inside out. His pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed. He could breathe easier, a heavy weight finally being lifted from his shoulders. He stood on top of the world.

But like all highs, afterwards came the drop.

He had not noticed the car halting to a stop, nor the driver opening up the door for him. He moved like his body did not belong to him; like a puppet, with an unknown puppeteer. Charlie had calmed down, clinging to his uncle’s shirt with his head propped on his shoulder.

Somehow, Michael had found during the journey the integrity of mind to wipe his face, but that only left a dried red smear across his cheek, with dark specks dotting his skin and the collar of his shirt.

When he crossed the threshold of Shelby Company Limited, in less than a heartbeat he had two crying women on him, prying Charlie away and making the boy cry too. He stood there, a dumbfounded grin tugging at his lips as his mother finally locked eyes with him. Their shared glance made up for unneeded words. She knew. She knew he had taken a step that could never be undone, one she had hoped and prayed he would never do. Something she didn’t believe her darling son was capable of. Her fingers caressed his face, and Michael only smiled, and walked away, his grin never faltering as he moved past Polly.

He may have gotten back what the holy fathers took from him. What he spent his whole life searching for. But he had lost something else, and that one, he’d never get it back. No matter where he went, nor what he did. That piece of him was forever lost.

#michael gray #michael gray fanfic #michael gray one shot #michael gray imagine #michael gray x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders s3 #father hughes #michael gray solo #michael gray x oc #marsie writes #marsie posts #finn cole #Michael gray x you #charlie shelby

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crescent-maple · 2 years

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Characters: Ace Trappola, reader

Pairing(s): Ace x reader

Genre(s): Angst turned fluff

Uni: twisted wonderland

A/N

• Based this on one of Ace's voicelines and yes it's the first line he said in this short fic.

• I don't recall any info given to us abt Ace's mom so this is my hc abt Ace's relationship with his parents (not canon)

• This was supposed to be yume but i figured turning it into (x reader) would be nice (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

• If any of you would like to ask anything to me with regards to this short fic feel free to drop by my asks!

"Shut up! You're the last person I want to hear that from!", Ace shouted loud enough for anyone to hear, though it was just you and him in the room. You were trying to comfort him when news came from his brother that their father would have to leave for a couple of years.

It was his father who watched over him til the age of 16. It was his father who would make him laugh or smile whenever he was taught magic tricks and sleight of one's hands. When mother wasn't there— he stops himself from thinking any further. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable talking about his mother ... It's just that he couldn't really remember anything about her except her smiles on old photographs.

You often wondered how the redhead would react when angry and it seems you got the answer to that burning question.

Red eyes glaring at you as if he hated everything about you but there was a tinge of sadness hidden in those eyes.

You lift a hand to place it firmly on his shoulder but he inched himself away.

"Ace ... I'm sorry. I was trying to—", you began but he turns his head away from you like a stubborn child.

"You'll leave eventually ...", he whispered under his breath. You finally realize why he said what he said ...

He was afraid.

He was afraid of you leaving.

Why did you even tell him that it was all right and his father would be back in a blink of an eye.

Ace was thinking of you leaving and the situation with his father triggered the fear itself. He knew very well he'd never see you again once you left twisted wonderland.

He wouldn't hear your voice anymore. Wouldn't get the chance to laugh with you or discover new things or even develop the feelings he harbored for you ever since the series of events that occurred in and out of the university made you closer. Thicker than thieves. Though the only thief here was you. You stole his heart before he could even steal yours and he was perfectly fine with it.

But now the emotions he had kept in check started overflowing. Ace didn't know what to do. He was scared you would think he was overreacting or he was simply acting like a child.

The redhead slowly turned his head to look at the expression written on your face. He was expecting disappointment or any other negative expression known to man and fae yet here you are ... Looking at him with a soft smile on your lips.

His eyes widened, filled with confusion as to why you were smiling. You let your hands cup his cheeks as tears began to stream down your face.

"Silly. You silly boy.", The first words came out from your throat as you broke into sobs. You remember all the times he was there when no one was. All the times he made you laugh when you felt blue. Every single moment he held your hand in his or whenever he wiped away your tears.

Leaving twisted wonderland would not only affect him but you as well. He didn't know this. Yet.

"I won't leave you.", You continued as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He let out a sigh of relief whilst he reciprocated the embrace by enveloping both arms around your waist.

"You'll ... You'll miss me if you leave.", He managed to say to which made you let out a laugh.

It was Ace's favorite sound in the whole world.

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twisted wonderland ace #heartslabyul #twst ace #twst ace x reader #ace trappola x reader #nyxcrappywriting

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elisysd · 5 months

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34. Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside, it’s where my demons hide

Masterlist - Previously - Next

TW: depression / bullying / dark thoughts

Chapter soundtrack: Demons - Imagine Dragons

Coming out of Ethan’s flat she threw up. Her ears were ringing, her legs were barely carrying her and she felt sick in her stomach. She felt used, she felt stupid, she felt neglected, she felt naive. Things she thought she would never feel. She sat down on the floor, a few meters away from his building and let a mix of strangled cries escape her throat. She wanted to disappear. She pulled out her phone and called the first person that popped into her mind and who answered in the next minute.

“Julia?” Romy’s surprised voice could be heard from the other side of the line.

“I’m stupid, I was so stupid to trust him, Romy.” Julia cried.

“What? What is happening? Julia, where are you?”

“Ethan… he… we… fought. Again. It’s all we’ve been doing lately. And I don’t know how to communicate. We don’t know. We… We are only hurting each other. And it hurts so bad, Romy. This is not what I thought love would feel like. Why does it have to hurt like that?”

“Julia… you are worrying me. You don’t make any sense. Please, just breathe. Tell me everything from the start. Can you do that for me?”

And she did. She told her every single thing that happened. She told her about her fears and insecurities. She told her about what she felt and when it was finally over, Julia had no tears left to cry. She felt empty. Exhausted.

“I’m going to commit murder. I’m going to find him and tell him what a poor excuse of a man he is”

“I’m responsible too… I mean, I understand why he reacts that way… I’ve not always been the most reliable girl around him and..”

“You didn’t have to be! It was not as if you were in a real relationship at the time. He can’t hold it against you no matter how he might have felt. You felt a connection with Martin, you explored it. And I can’t blame you! He is a snack! But you made a choice, you chose him. Him not Martin! He can’t keep on doubting you or he is going to lose you. And I wouldn’t blame you for ditching him. He acts like an ass with you.”

“He doesn’t know how to deal with our situation and to be honest, I don’t know either.”

“But you want and you try to make it work, Julia. That’s the difference. And it’s telling.”

They kept on talking until Julia finally calmed down and breathed better. When they hung up, Julia had received several messages of her mom but also from Kat, something unusual. She opened them, curious and when she read that Ethan’s mom was asking her if she could go to her son after he found himself in the middle of a fight in a bar. Julia couldn’t believe what she was reading and her first instinct was to check the media and indeed, he was everywhere. She couldn’t hear what it was about but seeing pure rage on Ethan’s face, she knew it was not nothing. And finally, she recognised the group of men he was with and she felt anxiety rising in her throat again. Leroy. The guy that tormented her and made her feel like she was not worthy of being loved. Suddenly she remembered how Ethan was somehow friends with him and his group and she wanted to throw up again.

Every time she was hitting a new low and thought it couldn’t get worse, life managed to prove her wrong. Her legs still shaking a little, she got up and went back to his flat where she sat in front of his door, waiting for him. She felt stupid to still care about him and to make sure he was okay after how he treated her, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t have to wait for long as his silhouette soon appeared, still visibly angry. When he noticed her, he stopped dead in his tracks. She was the last person he expected to see today.

“I thought you would have left.”

“I came back.” she replied.

“Why?”

“Because your mom texted me about you getting in trouble.”

He sighed, opening the door and entering the flat, closely followed by Julia. He went to the kitchen, to get a glass of water that he also served to her and sat next to her on one of the tools. He quickly checked his phone to see a few missed calls from Ashley and he didn’t dare to open the social media to know how bad it was. The media were going to have a field day with this story.

“What happened?” Julia asked softly.

“I met old acquaintances that are definitely not acquaintances anymore. You never told me you dated Leroy.” he said in a low voice, checking her reaction and when he saw her tensing, he understood that it was a sensitive topic.

“It’s something I want to forget.”

He saw how she started to scratch the skin around her nails, until blood started to form and he took her hand in his to force her to stop.

“Talk to me, Julia…”

“Look who wants to talk when it’s convenient for them…” she mumbled.

“Please… I’ll apologize later I promise but for now, I need you to tell me what he has done to you to make you like that. He said things, Joolsie… mean one.”

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, her hand still in his as she stood up, making him follow her to the couch.

“He… he made my life hell back then.”

And she told him everything. How Leroy asked her out and seemed sweet at first and how she started to get popular. To have friends that were including her in everything. She went to parties, she was going out, she never questioned Leroy when he asked to meet her dad and how he was always nice and polite. She thought he really loved her. And then how he started to change when she refused to let him touch her where she didn’t want to get touched and how he decided to change his behavior. How he always belittled her for her dreams, how suddenly she was not invited anywhere, how he was distant. How little by little she felt more and more on her own, isolated from everyone until he broke up with her in public, in front of the entire school. And then the insults came, the little comments everyone was making whenever she was answering the teachers’ questions until she stopped talking at school. How she was arriving in the morning anxious and how she was always planning to hide in the restrooms until the bell would ring. How students she didn’t even know were pulling her hair or worse, spit to her face. She told Ethan how the PE classes were the worst. How she was always the last one to be picked when it was time to make teams. And how the changing rooms were the worst, how they were taking pictures of her while she was changing without her knowing to show them to other students. How the kids were stealing her stuff. She had never felt more alone. The teachers knew what was happening but never dared to say anything.

She was less and less herself and more and more closed off. She was not talking anymore, always in her room. She started to get aggressive with her dad and her mom, even with Louis. She was hurt and she knew she should have said something but she started to believe everyone when they were telling her that she was worthless, that she was stupid, that she was ugly, that no one cared about her, that she would only be a burden and that no one would believe her. After all, they were probably right. Who would believe the word of one girl against the word of a whole school? She was ashamed to admit it but came to a point where she contemplated the idea of leaving the world.

“I remember it so clearly Ethan… I had this indoor swing in my room. And I remember how it would be so easy to just hang a rope to the hook. That I would just need to step on the swing and give a nice push and everything would be over. That I would not suffer anymore.” She was crying, barely able to catch her breath as Ethan pulled her more against him, kissing her hair, not knowing what else to do as she kept telling him everything.

One day it had been the last straw. Someone had pushed her in the stairs making her fall from the first floor to the ground floor, right as everyone was leaving the classrooms. She remembered how someone stepped on her arm and how another one gave her intentionally or not a kick in her back. She had not been able to hide that she was limping and the bruises on her skin. And even with visible proof, she tried to lie her way out when her parents confronted her but her parents were not stupid and had not let her do it. So she had told them.

The next day, Charles and Lyanna were in the principal office, threatening to press charges against the school. After hours of discussion and in front of a school that didn’t seem to grasp how bad Julia’s situation was, her parents had decided to get her out of there and to let her be homeschooled. It had taken a lot of therapy sessions and years for her to get back her self-confidence but she had done it. But from this day she had swore to herself that she would never let herself fall for anyone else, traumatized by what had happened.

Silence fell in the room when she finally stopped talking. Ethan didn’t know what to say. He felt guilty and even more than that. He felt like the last of the scumbag. How he treated her, how talked to her… He understood better how she might have felt and he wanted nothing more but to go back in time to erase his words.

“I’m sorry, Julia… and sorry is not enough.” he whispered as if talking louder would make her break.

“I don’t want your pity. It’s the past. What is done is done.”

“No… I’m not sorry about what happened back then, I mean I am but… How I acted towards you recently… and you are still here, with me. You should leave me. I don’t deserve you. And to think that I’ve been friends with Leroy… I saw them being mean to you, I played along… But I swear I didn’t know the extent of it or else…”

“I don’t hold it against you. You were barely there.”

“I should have broken both of his legs and not only his nose.” he said, angry and he felt her chuckling against his chest. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I think it’s just the nerves. I’ve never told anyone this story. Only my mom and my dad knows. Romy knows only a small part.”

“Thank you. For trusting me with that.”

She straightened up and rubbed her eyes as Ethan went back to get her a new glass of water. He was feeling like he understood her better now. The way she seemed always a little bit out of reach, how she was always pushing him away when things were getting a little too intense, her need to stay in control, how she was scared to talk about feelings. Everything seemed clearer now.

“Well there was a lot of emotion today…” she sniffled. “I should probably go home, now… You probably have a whole mess to sort out with that fight and..”

“Stay. I will order take out and we can watch a movie… the damage repairs can wait for tomorrow. I don’t want to face Ashley.”

“And… we talked a lot about me, but you? Are you okay?” she asked, shyly.

“Besides the fact that I regret not having broken both of his legs when I had the chance, I’m good. A little shaken up by what you told me, and I do feel like a gigantic piece of shit right now, but I’m okay. Italian? Fast food? I dream of a greasy burger… It’s been months.” he sighed, taking his phone.

“Not sure if burgers are okay with your diet…”

“If you don’t tell my physio, he won’t know.” he winked at her.

“And while we’re discussing sensitive topics… are you still mad about me not going to South America with you?”

He approached her and knelt down, taking her hands in his.

“Not anymore. I was… mostly because I got used to having you next to me all this time and you told me that after a really shitty weekend so…I overreacted. And I’ve been an ass and really unfair. I shouldn’t have told you how to dress for your parents' wedding. I’m not kidding when I say that I’m bad at this but I want you to know that I’m not trying to hurt you. Really. So if you feel the need to slap me because I act like a dick, please do. I need you to keep me in check.” he explained as she nodded.

“I didn’t dare to because… I think a part of me is still traumatized by what I’ve gone through. I want to be perfect because I want you to be proud of being with me because I’m scared of you leaving me alone. And to relive what happened back then… and it’s stupid because you are not Leroy and I know you wouldn’t do half of what he has done to me. But I can’t help it. I’m way too much in my own head, I know that. And I let my fears get the best of me most of the time. I know I have to work on that but it will take time and in the meanwhile I’m scared that you are going to get tired of me. And before you say anything, I know it’s all in my head.”

“We have a lot of work to do. Both of us. You need to let go of your fear and I need to learn to trust you. Fully. And I need to be more vulnerable. I don’t know how to do that yet, but I promise you, Julia, I’ll alway try my best. Because that’s what you deserve.”

She smiled softly at him as he kissed her forehead before pulling her to him to engulf her in a bear hug.

“You know what? I’m craving a nice and greasy burger too, now.” she mumbled in his t-shirt.

“A nice and greasy burger for the lady it is then.”

They ate in front of a comedy Ethan feeling they needed to laugh and it was very late when Julia started to yawn, tired about her day both physically and emotionally.

“Do you mind taking me back home?” she asked, snuggling against him.

“Or you can spend the night here, you know.”

“I don’t have spare clothes or toiletries with me.”

“It can be arranged. And I want to spend time with you, I’ll need to leave for Milan the day after tomorrow for some simulator work. I just want to enjoy my time with you while I can.”

“In that case, I’ll stay. But no wandering hands… We are sleeping. Real sleep. Nothing else.” she warned him.

“No wandering hands… unless you ask.” he replied with a half-smile.

She rolled her eyes before punching his shoulder playfully. Ethan feigned being hurt as he fell backward in a dramatic way, making her laugh harder. He loved hearing her laugh and even more he liked hearing he laugh knowing it was him who was making her produce this sound. He smiled as he straightened up and took her, delicately in his arms, kissing her lips softly. He didn’t want more than that, he was fine with just kissing her. He took her to his room where he gave her spare clothes and let her change in front of him. He didn’t try to hide how he was checking her out and he saw her blush. He loved it and had to resist the urge to kiss the redness on her skin. He got out of his clothes as well, leaving him in his boxers and slipped under the covers as she soon joined him after a quick detour by the bathroom.

“Come here.” he said, pulling her against him.

“No, you’re too warm. I’m going to be so hot…” she whined.

“You’re already hot, Joolsie.”

“Fuck off. It’s not what I meant.”

He kissed her hair as he pulled her even closer against her will and they soon joined dreamland.

When he woke up the next morning, the bed was cold and her made up pjs was nicely folded on the bed. Ethan was almost scared she had left when he heard a trail of profanities being spoken out loud and coming from the kitchen, quickly followed by the sound of pans falling on the floor. He got up quickly and rushed to where the sound was coming from. She was there, angrily putting the things back in place as she was in the meantime trying to look over the pan. There was a delicious smell of sugar that made Ethan’s mouth watered and he couldn’t help but lean in the doorframe, contemplating her. When she finally turned around, the plate of pancakes in her hand, she jumped at the sight, dropping everything to the floor.

“Fuck!”

Ethan rushed to her side as she was bending to put the shattered pieces and the pancakes away but ended up cutting her fingers and yelping in pain.

“Don’t move, you’re going to make everything worse.” he warned her.

“That’s your fault! You scared me! I wanted to bring breakfast in bed and you ruined it!”

“I’m sorry, schatje.” he said in a laugh.

“You are not! I hate you sometimes and…”

He shut her up by planting a kiss on her lips as he felt her melting in his embrace and let out a content sigh when he felt her hands in his hair. He quickly made her jump in his arms as he carried her on the sofa before letting go of her.

“I need to clean up the mess you made.”

“Technically we should say it’s your mess. It wouldn’t be one if you didn’t scare me.”

“If it makes you feel better, then okay it’s my mess. That I’m going to clean nonetheless. You, you stay there and you don’t move. I’m going to come back to help you with your cut.”

“It’s nothing, Ethan… just a little cut, I had worse.”

“We can’t risk it being infected.”

He heard her complain but decided to ignore her as he proceeded to clean. Once it was done, he went to the bathroom to retrieve his first aid kit and came back. He sat next to her and slowly inspected the cut.

“So, what do you say Doctor Verstappen, am I going to die today?” she asked in irony.

“Well, miss Leclerc, I’m afraid I have to announce to you that your time has not come yet.” he replied, very seriously.

She chuckled as he cleaned her finger and applied a band-aid.

“I hope you’re fine with an astronaut. It’s my mom who bought them”

“I would have loved a unicorn but it’ll do.” she teased him.

He kissed the wound and sat next to her as she snuggled against him.

“I wanted to cook something nice for you…” she confessed.

“I should be the one doing that as an apology.”

“Do you know how to cook, at least?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you doubting my capacity to follow a recipe?”

“I’ve never seen you in action and I only believe what I see.”

“Well, in that case, choose the recipe and I’ll do it. How hard can it be?”

“Later… I should go. I didn’t tell my mom I was spending the night here and she must be worried.”

“They know you’re with me, right? They know about us, they shouldn’t be surprised you spent the night with me.” he shrugged.

“Probably not but still, I have to go. At least that’s something good, I don’t have to lie to them about the fact that we are dating, now.” she said, kissing his cheek as she stood up.

“Are we? Dating?” asked Ethan, suddenly unsure.

“I mean, I guess? Why? You don’t consider us as a couple?” it was her turn to doubt.

“I thought we were just two adults that liked to spend time together and that had a nice fuck from time to time… I didn’t think that far ahead.” he explained, making Julia sighed.

“You don’t want to put a label on our relationship.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I didn’t think that it was necessary but if it’s important to you then fine we are a couple.”

“You don’t need to sound so disgusted.”

“Julia…”

“No. It’s fine, we are whatever. I don’t care. It’s not important. I’m going to go now. See you around.”

She was about to collect her things when he grabbed her by the waist and forced her to look at him.

“I want you, Joolsie. All of you. Don’t doubt it, please. It’s just… I’m scared to make it real. Because making it real will mean you will have expectations and you will be right to have ones. But what if I can’t meet them? What if all you get from me is disappointment?”

“I just want you to stop being so hot and cold. I don’t need a label, I don’t really care. But I just want to know where we stand. Because if I’m investing myself in this I want to make sure it’s not for nothing and that we want the same thing. I want it to work between us. And sure, it won’t be easy because you are you and I am me. We are really complicated people and maybe not the best pairing, for sure. But I don’t want a better pairing if it means it’s not with you. I'm one hundred percent in this. My question is, are you?”

“I want to be. I want to try to be. For you. I’m sorry that I’m not the best with words and properly showing it.”

“Then that’s all I need. The rest can wait. Just… stop pushing me away, okay? We really need to improve our communication.” she stated.

“Be patient with me, okay? I’m learning. But I want you to know that I care about you. I really do.”

She smiled and nodded as she kissed his lips softly.

“I care about you too.”

As she left him, Ethan couldn’t help but think that he screwed up again. He wanted to stop but he felt like the more he tried, the more he was doing the opposite and didn’t know how to stop. It was just a matter of time before she determined that she had enough and would leave him. He knew it, but it wouldn’t stop him from being with her. He loved her, he really did and somehow he seemed to love her more with each day passing by. And it was terrifying and he hated the way he was letting the fear control his behavior. It was not him. He had never let it dictate his life in the past and he didn’t understand why he would start now. He never had to care about anyone else besides him before, it was a new sensation to have someone next to him. He hated it as much as he loved it. He just needed to find the right balance to avoid messing things up and sabotaging something that made him smile in the morning and at night before sleeping when he was thinking about it. And he knew he had a lot of work to do.

Author's note: That is one of the hardest chapter I've ever had to write. If you are going through what Julia went throught, know you are no alone and that my DMs are always open if you need someone to talk to. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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hiiiiii could i see multiples of 3 for mulligan? that guy is Intriguing 2 me :)

ok there are a Lot of questions here so i'm gonna do my best to keep them short & sweet!

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

his childhood kinda sucked! grew up quite poor on a shitty planet, his mom always wanted more kids but never got them, his dad was kind of a hardass and worked in a mine like 17 hours a day. he started drinking in his early teens to cope with... all that, so he doesn't have a ton of memories either way lmao.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

he did surprisingly well in school, especially in the more technical classes/math/history. not well enough to get actual scholarships or anything, so he ended up enlisting in the marines to get a higher education, which is where he learned that the marines Fucking Suck!

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

im gonna be real with you homeboy has seen like 2 animals in his life and one of them is a dog that is his mortal enemy (Mr Cuddles) and one is a mostly-cat that he rarely sees so. i'd say he's Pretty Bad With Animals

12. What is their favorite food?

will never admit it but it's children's breakfast cereals. the ones that are like 90% sugar

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

he's good at a very specific type of cooking, which is to say, making meals out of the kind of ingredients you have for a long-term deep space voyage. he loves it, but wouldn't know what to do with an Actual Kitchen and exotic things like Fresh Vegetables. the others aren't particularly impressed by it, but they indulge him - it's an important ritual for him and it makes him feel useful :3

18. What’s their favorite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

hmmm... mulligan doesn't experience a lot of Media, when he does it's usually just catching up on sports to have something to talk about with the other Guys™ at the loading docks. iirc he has canonically played team fortress 2 tho

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

he very much has a temper, i would never describe him as "patient" but his anger can be overridden by fear, especially in confrontations with his superiors. he mostly just yells at people and gets it out of his system, if it's something big he'll carry a grudge and continue to make snippy comments until someone calls him on it

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

his sleeping pattern is "not unless absolutely necessary," excluding cryosleep he gets about half the sleep a regular human needs :/ preferred sleeping situation is a hammock, but he's most familiar with thin awful mattresses

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

mulligan is way more likely to be angry/resigned/scared than Sad, and i don't think he's cried in a long time. in that situation he would probably flee and hole up like a wounded animal waiting to die until he could successfully bottle the emotion back up

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

he pretty much has to be forced to keep up with his mandatory exercises, luckily the ship's doctor is (was :( ) very good at her job and kept him on track despite his bitching. he does get notably happier post-workout, but if you point this out to him he'll say it's bc it's over lmao

question 33 intentionally omitted <3

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

he's good at drawing, especially still lifes, but he doesn't do it much or think of it as a hobby. he also plays harmonica, which he is bad at, and does consider a hobby. he can sing, but the only songs he really knows are ones he learned from his mother, so he doesn't

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

call the man. he wants to hear your voice. hand-written letters are basically non-existent in the setting, but he rarely checks his email/texts. just call him. leave a voicemail if you must.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

number one goal is to Survive Another Day, subgoal Don't Kill Anyone. he's not a very ambitious person, like, at all. he would however sacrifice anything to keep his crew safe. he feels a Lot of responsibility towards them, even though he knows most of them are more competent than he is lmao. his secret ambition is to overthrow capitalism and start a commune, however, he also thinks this is stupid.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

in my mind, other people see mulligan as kind of an uncomfortably intelligent dog. just smart enough to get into trouble but will pretty much do what you ask him to do. deficiency of critical thinking and ambition. multiple npcs offered to help him fake his death and quit his job and he did not understand Why they all wanted him to do that.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organize the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

in the academy he enjoyed parties for the booze, mostly showing up to one he wasn't invited to, but after he stopped drinking he pretty much stopped going to parties, and after graduating he really stopped being in groups of more than, like, 10 people who all live together anyway. he does occasionally organize the mandatory crew bonding nights, where he gets everyone together to play dumb party games like never-have-i-ever and watch their vhs cops of home alone 2: lost in new york

#whoo! thank you for the questions! hopefully this sheds some light on my mysterious man 😅#mulligan

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Best Kept Secrets|1| Winchester Brothers

@ohnoitsthebat

Part One

Credit for the gif goes to Tenor

Sioux Falls High School

Sam and Ellie's junior year of high school

"You know there are rumors about Ellie going around. About how she is not only easy on the eyes. I mean if the girl wasn’t on the rag I would have had my time with her."

Sam Winchester's jaw flexed in anger, as he pulled his backpack out of his gym locker, some of the football players were talking about Ellie Scott, the girl that should be considered his sister, she was the daughter of his mother's best friend, and also in the care of Bobby Singer, who knew not only his father but Ellie's as well.

They were being raised to be family, they certainly fought like siblings, mostly after Dean stopped by for a visit when John wasn't keeping him busy on hunts.

And Dean spent more time with Ellie than him or vice versa, they fought constantly about it.

Both thought they were entitled to the time with him.

Him more than her because they were actually blood-related, and Ellie thought she was entitled to it because she knew that she was going to be Dean’s at the end of the day.

But maybe it was jealousy, but he couldn't understand why he was so jealous about it.

Was it the way Dean's face lit up when he saw Ellie coming down the stairs or climbing out of the car when he beat them home?

Or was it the quiet sighs, moans, grunts, and groans coming from behind Ellie’s closed bedroom door?

Maybe it was because he wished that he was the one that he was with her, having sex with her, sleeping in the same bed with her. And he knew that he shouldn't feel that way because of her being a family friend.

A girl that he was meant to see as a sister.

And who even said that she thought of him like that too?

"Dude, Sam, you got to tell us, what is the deal between you and Ellie?" One of the guys, Tim, asked, he had been one of the few boys brave enough to ask her out asked. "Nothing, she is just a family friend." He returned, 'Her mom was best friends with mine." Tim glanced at the other two boys and smirked "I mean if I grew up with a girl like that, I would take full advantage of it."

An unfamiliar course of anger went through him, he was used to Dean being the one that would get pissed on Ellie's behalf, but never him. "Don't talk about her like that man." He warned, "She is a sweet girl."

"Yeah, a sweet easy girl.'

"How would you know? From what I heard, she wouldn't let you go all the way?" Sam smirked, he had been the one that had been home when Ellie came storming into the house from her date with Tim, angry. More angry he had ever seen her and that was including when her maternal grandparents dumped her off at Bobby’s house without so much of a goodbye.

And he had heard all about it. “Ha, you have no idea what you are talking about.” Tim laughed nervously. “I don’t? Who do you think she talked to when you dropped her off? Me.” He returned as he hoisted his backpack up on his shoulder. “SAMMY!” Her voice called from the entranceway for the men’s locker room, “C’mon! Bobby is gonna be pissed if we are late, again.” The taller Winchester brother smirked and jerked the bag up one more time, “Coming Elle.”

“Not worth it Tim.” One of the boys said clapping his hand on Tim’s shoulder, ‘I have heard stories about what Sam’s brother Dean,” His older brother went to school with the older Winchester brother before he dropped out of school, “You think Sam’s reaction was bad, Dean’s would have been worst. I am surprised that she even agreed to go out with you in the first place. My brother.” The boy paused when they all heard Ellie’s laughter coming from the entranceway, followed by a “Sam! Put me down!”, “Went to school with Dean, there are two things in the world that he loves more than his car, and that’s his brother and Ellie.”

Tim coughed trying to get rid of the sudden lump of fear that formed in his throat, “Ain’t scared of no one.”

“You okay Sam?” Ellie Scott questioned as he pulled open the truck door for her. “Fine.” “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, what’s wrong?” He huffed as she climbed into the cab and settled into the middle of the bench seat. Her normal spot. “Nothin’,” “Let me guess then.’ She tapped her finger against her chin, “Tim said something about me being easy.’ His hand froze, keys halfway to the ignition. “Yeah, some of the girls were repeating them to me. They all seem to think that not only do I sleep with Dean but with you.” Sam covered up his surprise that she knew quickly, “What did you tell them?” “To shove up their scrawny asses. My relationships outside of school is none of their business. And if anyone is easy, it’s Brooke.”

Brooke was one of the girls on the cheer team that hated Ellie and always went out of her way to bully her. Ellie wasn’t like the rest of them, she was an orphan living with a family friend who owned a scrap yard and was known to be the town weirdo. And even the girl herself was weird, carrying a small pocket knife in her back jeans pocket and a flask of holy water. That wasn’t even going into the fact that she spoke Latin. Who knew Latin now a days?

“You know Dean.’ Sam started, glancing at her. “And Brooke, yeah.” She reached her fingers up and played with the end of her braid, “That’s why Dean hasn’t been back yet, and the verbal spat, I was just in.” “Why didn’t you start with that?” She shrugged her shoulders, “Already have Dean fighting my battles for me and I know you, Sammy, you would have jumped right in with it.” He went to volunteer that he wouldn’t have been but she was right, he would have rushed to her defense like he promised Dean he would. “Honestly, they are just words. They don’t know the truth and I am okay with that.”

#ash writes #supernatural imagines #supernatural fan fiction #wincest #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester fan fiction #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester fan fiction #oc: ellie scott #series: best kept secrets

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Bone Servant Au

Hey everyone!! Im so glad so many of you enjoyed my Bone Servant Au! Thanks for sticking around!!

This is part one of a two part story.

Taking place after DBK’s corruption by LBD(s1 ep10), Wukong’s fears and worries get the better of him after Mk’s explaining what happened to his sworn brother. Mk gets so annoyed and angry with his dad that he spoke in anger at both his parents…

Enjoy the story and stay tune for part 2!

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“I don’t know what to do, guys! Dad has been so over protective of me since the whole thing with DBK!” Mk said as he took a sip of his smoothie. Giving a ‘Im Sorry I mentioned your dad’s embarrassing situation’ look at Redson. He just shrugs and Continues to drink his beverage.

“I don’t know, Mk. Maybe your dad has a point…that blue thingy you told us about really spooked the others…especially your dad.” Mei replied at she sat on the side of her bike. ”Even Gramps told me to be back by 5 and he’s normally very chill”

“From what I researched from the tomb, it had a familiar power from the outside but in the tomb there were scriptures explaining what the creature was.” Redson said catching the attention of both Mei and Mk. “But the writing is faded it had to have been there for more than 100 years give or take”

“Ok sure that creepy blue thing is out and about but my dad is literally on my ass spying on me everywhere! Watch..” As soon Mk finished he looked at a hawk that sat on top of a building. The golden color hawk looked flabbergasted and flew down at an alleyway, revealing the disguised king, gazing at his son.

Mk groans while Red son and Mei stare at each other. The king made his way to his son, niece and nephews. “Hey kiddos! What you three up to?” Wukong asked as Mk looked away embarrassed. “We were just hanging out” Mei awkwardly told Wukong. “Oh well….that’s good”

“Yea Dad…we’re just chilling…”

“Aaand are you done with work for the day?”

“Gee I don’t know….am I? Tell me dad am I?”

Wukong looked nervous at his son as Mk looked furious at his father.

“WELL, it’s been fun guys but Im gonna head out… see ya guys later” Mk said while dragging his dad away from his friends and from the public eye. His friends looked at one another worried about their friend/cousin. “Noodle Boy may not understand what is happening… but this power that is free is very dangerous…” Red son says as he gets ready to leave.

~~~~~

“DAD, ARE YOU INSANE?! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!”

“First of all don’t shout at me, Im your father. Second im just looking out for you…”

The father son duo kept arguing as the pig demon kept an eye on them in Mk’s room in said person’s house. He was worried that thing might go out of hands. “Brother Baije” the chef turned his head to see a beautiful lady with pink hair and in a modern day outfit. “Sister, Thank gods you’re here….they came in in this angered state; I hate to leave you with them like this but my restaurant-“ the woman held Pigsy’s shoulders. “Go, don’t worry.” Pigsy leaves and The woman enters the room closing the door.

“What is going on here?” She asked both father and son. They looked shocked to see her.

“Rinrin what are you-“

“Brother Baije called” Rinrin said in her true form, a pink monkey demon with long hair and tail.

“Mom, Dad keeps invading my privacy. He’s been on my ass for weeks!”

“Xiaotian, don’t disrespect me!”

“But you are!”

“ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!” Rinrin yelled at the two. “Both of you calm down. Please...Xiaotian, you understand your father is looking out for you, yes?”

“Yeah but-“

“One moment…Wukong I understand what you want to do but Xiaotian is capable to protect himself from whoever and if he’s in trouble hell call us”

“But Rinrin” Wukong gets close to his wife and he whispers to her alone. “If the Lady Bone Demon captures Xiaotian too…I would never forgive myself...” Wukong looks at her eyes and grabs her hands.

“Dad Im asking to give me space!”

“I get it, Xiaotian but its too dangerous for you to be out and about”

“Wukong..”

Mk glared at his father. He can’t believe how much his dad distrust him so much. Like sure when he was a kid his parents didn’t leave him alone since he was a kid. But now? He’s 16! He can fend for himself and he has powers of his own given to him by his dad. He felt hurt.

“Dad just tell me truth… tell me you don’t trust me”

“What? No no no of course not! I trust you, Mk”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU NOT LETTING ME BREATH?!” Mk shout at Wukong with tears in his eyes. “THATS THE ONLY REASON!! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! I GOT RUYI JINGU BANG!! I GOT YOUR POWERS!!” As Mk yelled he took out his staff set it next to his bed

“XIAOTIAN THATS NOT WHAT IM GETTING AT”

“THEN WHAT!!”

The king bit his cheek. Mk wasn’t ready for this level of threat, that’s why he protects him so much. He isn’t letting the story repeat itself. He lost Liu’er, his little brother he wasn’t going to lose his son!

“…So… it’s like that, huh?”

“Mk-”

“You know what forget it… You don’t trust me…that’s fine”

Wukong looked at his son, a bit hurt by what he was hearing.

“You don’t trust me…and feel that you made the wrong choice”

“What” both his parents said in unison at their child’s claim.

“Yeah that you choose the wrong successor, the wrong kid to be your child…”

It hurt him to see his parents like that but he couldn’t help but telling them how he felt

“Xiaotian…No no no baby… We never made the wrong choice…we made the best choice of our lives” Rinrin told her son with tears in her eyes. “We love you, Xiaotian…” she grabbed her son’s face

“You were never a wrong choice, not as a successor…nor as our child” Wukong told his son next to his wife

“Then why does it feel that I was!” Mk shouted at his dad.

“You’re not, MK…You’re our pride and joy…you’re our kid-”

“YOUR NOT MY DAD!!”

His parents were in shock at his comment. Mk realized what he shouted and removed his mother’s hand from his face. He heard his mother sob as he went to the window of his room.

“X-Xiaotian, Wh-here are you going?”

“Out…too cool off”

“Xiaotian don’t go-”

“Why?! So you can stalk me more?!”

“Xiaotian, Its not like that…L-lets talk-“

“N-Not now…Leave me be…”

With that Mk jumped out of his window and turned into a hawk and flew away. With tears in his eyes he heard his father in the distance.

“XIAOTIAN COME BACK! XIAOTIAN!! SON!!!”

~~~~~~

Mk landed in a dark part of the city, in a sketchy alleyway behind a theater. He didn’t knew where he was but he didn’t care he just wanted to be alone, to calm down and apologies to his parents. He said all that at the heat of the moment.

“IM SUCH A SCREW UP!!” Mk yelled as he punched a metal barrel leaving a dent. He didn’t care who heard him. “…Im…Im a horrible son…Dad didn’t deserved that…Gods Mom has to be crying a lot…I’ve never seen dad so broken before…Heh who would’ve thought that the Monkey King could end up like that?”

Unbeknownst to Mk, a Shadowy figure appeared behind him, holding a small lantern, hanging from a small pole in his hand. His dark chuckles was heard by the young prince, he froze at the chuckle.

��Hehehe ehh, not me that’s for sure~”

The boy turned around and faced the man before him. He looked similar to his dad but darker colors and wore a dark cloak with red clouds.

“D-Dad?”

Hehe that’s a new one… many people confuse me with Wukong…no one has called me Dad before…or none that I know of~ but we’d be here all day so~”

With that the mysterious figure made the lantern float and made it glow a purple light. It blinded Mk’s sight, he covers his eyes as the light grew.

“Sorry kid…nothing personal…this issue has nothing to do with you but with Sun Wukong…so do me a favor and rest”

And with that the light that shone brightly at the young prince disappeared. Leaving a mark on the ground where the prince once stood.

“Now…we wait for Sun Wukong” The dark figure spoke as his eyes went from a familiar golden glow to a icy blue color.

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