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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ from that time when Miguel and you had an extremely big sexual tension and during the chaos of a tropical storm hitting the HQ, both of you ended up tangled under the humid rain. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ SMUT 18+, sex…minors, go away pls, size kink, unprotected sex (just don’t…), dom!Miguel, sub!reader, shy reader, creampie, porn with plot, porn starts in medias res sorry, age gap. NO PROOFREAD, and poor attempt at writing smut bye. 𝐀/𝐍_ if I had Miguel calling me mami and chiquita while destroying my coochie… I would die… happily, listen to fetish with this PLEASE!!!
♪ ♫ my miguel playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)
When clouds started to look bigger at earth-928, everyone should’ve known something weird would happen.
However, you don’t have time to worry about that at midday. You are laughing so hard at the sight of baby Mayday Parker; she had vomited all over Peter because he bounced her right after Mayday drank her milk.
“I can’t-oh my god. I can’t stop laughing!” You babble, tears in your eyes, and your stomach hurts.
“Stop laughing and get me a towel,” the man pleaded.
“Oh boy, Spider-Man from the humble reality is having a humble moment” Your laughs increase when Hobie walks in, to Peter’s dismay. The bench on the rooftop of the HQ slowly filled with colorful petals. Petals that emanated from you and your happiness.
“Could someone give me a towel?” You wipe the tears from your eyes with a napkin before handing it to Peter while Hobie carries Mayday.
“It’s not a towel, but it’ll work,” the older man grunts but accepts your help.
“Is it me or the weather is weird today?” Peter asks again.
“Yeah, it’s cloudy but hot. It’s so weird,” you added; Hobie nodded, analyzing the sky. In addition, Mayday keeps drinking her milk bottle, looking fussy as usual.
Nueva York was always foggy but sunny and warm but not hot. So this was something new, but not enough to make you wonder further. Then you start walking inside the giant building of the HQ with your friends.
Mayday now in your arms, Hobie walking by your side, and Peter was stuck on the showers trying to clean himself.
“Miguel was looking for us…” your smile disappears as Hobie speaks. Nervousness immediately ran across your body, and a blush painted your cheeks.
“Oh… Really?”
“Yeah, he’s mad as usual. And Lyla making it worse… as usual,” you laugh awkwardly.
When you had Miguel in front of you, if you were with friends, you had the ovaries to talk back and be reckless. But you couldn’t even look him in the eye when it was just you.
And when he wasn’t around, you were a mess of anxiety. Because you had a crush on your boss, who was older, grumpier, and more traumatized than you.
“That’s not new….”
“Yup, here…” he opened the door of his office. And all you could hear was Mayday’s babbling the whole way inside. She had a dirty dress, and her curly hair was a mess.
“You need a shower, little woman,” the baby giggled and started playing with your hair. At least she was entertained.
Miguel was on the screens as usual. Seeing anomalies and random canon events makes you wonder if he ever spent time at his own place.
He turned his broad back to see you. And there you were, looking like a nymph (technically, you were half one, anyways…). He saw you carrying Mayday, and his heart started to beat softly. A warm feeling assaulted him. Something that often happened whenever you were near him.
“I’ve told you to stop that…” his firm and deep voice was all you heard.
You look back to see more petals scattered over the entrance. Oh…
“I’m sorry, I can’t control it,” you admit. He rolls his eyes.
In the past, Miguel had said that your weird ability to leave petals behind was dangerous for Lego Spider-Man and spider plushie due to their height.
“Sure. And where were you an hour ago?. I sent Lyla for you…” he can see how you shield yourself by looking at Mayday. Oh, there it goes, pink painting your cheeks.
“Well… While I know we have big responsibilities here, bombón, I was busy back at home” You don’t know what possessed you to call him like that. But it doesn’t feel as bad as you thought it was gonna be. He’s surprised, you rarely make that type of comment, and he always ignored them. But as time progressed, he couldn’t deny his real feelings.
“Really? Doing what, bonita?” For you, it was shocking. Was he flirting back?
“Uh-… I had to build my schedule for the next college semester,” Miguel nods mockingly. He sauntered towards you, tilting his head, and for some seconds, you think you’ll drop the little girl in your arms. The man hears you gulp, bringing a little smile to him again.
“Don’t get all shy, chiquita…” you don’t feel when Hobie grabs Mayday from your arms. You are going to fall on your knees.
The man with punk vibes knows it's not a moment for Mayday to be present.
“We’re out…” Hobie announces. He leaves with the kid, and silence reigns.
Miguel grabs your chin to make you look up at him. The urge to feel his hands somewhere across your body invades you. Maybe his hands on your hips would look good. Or his hands holding your legs apart.
stop it, y/n, you think.
“I can hear your heartbeats… “ he had an idea of the effect he caused on you. And he was eager to discover if his feelings were reciprocated.
“You do?…” your voice is a melody to him. Sweet, cute, and shy. He won’t admit he wants to ruin you.
“You sound nervous. But I can also smell you… and it’s telling me how wet you are” A barrier had been crossed. Nothing would be the same. The tension that slowly built since you joined the spider society a year before the events with the kid Miles Morales, had exploded.
“Miguel…” You don’t want to ruin your barely existing friendship with him. So you place your hand on his broad chest to stop him from leaning closer.
But his gaze is focused on your eyes, and it confuses you. Because if you didn’t know Miguel and what happened to his daughter in that alternate earth, you would believe he was looking at you with a mix of lust… and love.
“We both feel the same…” his voice was confident. Like he was sure of his actions and words. Like he was confirming he felt something for you.
Miguel can hear your slow heartbeats,
You close your eyes, and by the time his lips brush yours, a loud and scary thunder startles you, pulling you away from having a kiss with your boss.
“What was that?” You ask just after a little scream of scare you let out.
“A thunder, I guess…” Miguel confirms. He had an arm around you because you had looked for comfort in his arms after the thunder.
“But Nueva York never has storms in summer.”
“If we learned something last year… was that anything can change,” the man replies.
And it’s true. After Miles ran to Earth -42, Miguel owed him an apology after discovering that canon events could change.
He even apologized to you for not believing and hearing you.
“True… but still, it’s weird” Slowly, he pulled away, noticing and analyzing what just happened. The sound of rain distracted him and you, but both were having a hazy moment for what almost happened.
And before he could talk about it again, Lyla appeared.
“Oh, good to know you two are here… We’re locked,” you frowned. Miguel walks away from you. But the heat in the room, between you two… barely decreases.
“What?” Lyla ignores your question to move her heart-shaped glasses and cross her arms.
“The storm is messing with us. The portals won’t work, and everyone is stuck inside here.” Miguel sighs and starts walking in little circles. You exchange looks with the AI before she shrugs.
“Isn’t there anything to do?” He asks tiredly. Another wave of thunders hit, and now you’re curious to look outside. It was rare to have tropical storms, even rarer in Nueva York.
“Well…”
Peter entered the room, now changed, with no more baby vomit over his suit. Gwen and Miles were beside him, with Pavitr holding the tiny Spider-man popsicle. The man near you is rolling his eyes and already stressing.
“Great. Now what are you doing here?” Miguels asks, visibly frustrated. Because Peter, Gwen, and Miles were not some of his favorite spiders. He tolerated Pavitr and secretly admired popsicle Spider-man. But that's it.
“It’s raining…” Miles said.
“No way, for real?” Lyla mocks him
“What do we do?”
“Power is unstable, too,” Peter announces. Miguel is about to burst into anger when he hears Peter, thinking his words make him more annoying.
“He’s right, boss. Our security system needs a boost to stabilize it.”
“Which is?…” you ask, stepping beside the tall man. He sends a little look down to you.
“A button…” Lyla answers.
“A button?…”
“Yes. It’s a yellow button that we have to secure the power and security system of the HQ. Someone has to go outside and manually press it from the electricity box,” everyone sighs.
“But it’s raining…” Miles protests again, and Gwen nods. Of course, nobody wanted to go out and get drenched.
“We are heroes, kid. C’mon, I’ll do it…” immediately, Pavitr stops Peter.
“NO! Mayday needs his dad. What if you get a cold in the rain? What if you die?”
“It’s like 90 degrees outside, Pav. If the power goes out, we melt to death and die anyway…” For some seconds, you want to laugh; but when you catch Miguel made looking at you, your cheeks turn red, turning away again. He chuckles in disguise, thinking how cute and hot you look.
After seeing your reaction to the almost kiss, he's eager to do more than just kiss you. Blaming his intense desire for you caused by the stress of the storm and the damn button.
“Where’s the electricity box, then?” Peter asks again. Lyla opens a virtual map and selects the rooftop area.
“It’s in zone A of the rooftop. You have to be careful; the floor in that section is from crystal. Even your spider senses can betray you and make you fall badly with the humidity outside.” Peter looks scared because he doesn't remember the rain and its potential risk.
Miguel sighs, frustrated again, and steps further, urging you to walk by pressing a hand on your lower back.
“Save it; I’m going with y/n” Everyone knew you were one of Miguel’s favorite spiders. Half of the spider society suspected he was in love with you. So it wasn’t a surprise that he chose you for the task.
“Hold her tightly…” Gwen suggests Miguel as you two leave the room.
Oh, I’ll do more than that to her, Miguel thinks.
…
Well, the rain wasn’t that bad. It was like a warm breeze; the awkward part was the humidity, which felt like the whole HQ and the rest of Nueva York evaporated.
“There’s the box. Look, Miguel!” You yell when you look at the grey box with buttons and wires. The man nods. And he thanked for wearing his mask because you looked amazingly pretty with your hair wet. Even more, flowers seemed to grow around you because of the rain.
And your suit, he wanted to avoid looking at you with desire. But he had been pushing his emotions for so long that it seemed like that summer would be impossible.
“Let’s be careful” Your soft muscles looked tighter with the drenched suit. But god, when you reached the box in the wall and opened it, he let go. The fabric looked so thin that your nipples were visibly perking, and the outline of your pussy lips was almost there, tempting him.
His cock hardened utterly. And as you tried to reach the damn yellow button, he was getting hypnotized by your small figure, imagining you in the most erotic scenarios.
“I can’t…” you admit in the middle of the pouring rain. Jumping wasn't the best option, but the floor is so slippery that you'll likely fall if you stand on your tip toes for an extended period.
Everything changes when you jump one last time and slip, set to land on your back against the crystal floor. The moment was so fast that you only closed your eyes, hoping for the worst.
But when you open your eyes, Miguel is on top of you. His arms had saved you, and you were okay.
"Are you okay?" His brown eyes are one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. And you find yourself getting lost in them. Before you can thank him, he has already smashed his lips on you. Kissing you like a starved man.
His hands attach to your hips, and your arms hug his neck tightly, kissing him with the same passion.
When he hears your first moan, he knows he reached heaven.
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The lights of the cafeteria blink nonstop. Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, and Mayday are sandwiched on a couch. While Jess, Ben, and Peter talk near them.
“Poor y/n and Miguel, they must be getting wet,” Pavitr laments. Everyone nods in agreement, hearing the rain pouring outside.
“Maybe y/n will fall, but Miguel will save her, and they’ll finally be together,” Gwen fantasized. Even Jess, Peter, and Ben turned to look at her in disbelief.
“What? Everyone wants them together. See,” the blonde takes out her phone and shows everyone a screenshot of a poll made by Ultimate Spider-Man. 91% said they wanted you to date Miguel.
“Oh-, wow…” Jess mumbled, confused.
“What? And I didn’t vote? Let me check!” Peter immediately went to vote on his own device. Jess and Ben rolled their eyes.
“Let’s just hope they get here early. They had been out for forty minutes already” Gween nodded at Miles.
“Maybe that button is giving them trouble,” Ben says.
Everyone wonders how you two are dealing with the hot storm outside.
…
“Miguel, you’re so fucking big. You’re stretching me so good.”
How you ended up having sex in the rooftop of the HQ with Miguel?
One second both are kissing, then you remove your suit, and he follows you.
You had seen his cock; proportional to his massive body. A pink tip slowly getting swollen and leaking pre cum, a vein across the length that made your mouth water and pussy clench. His abs and massive arms caged you in an intense yet soft way.
There’s a solid dominant aura that Miguel is holding as he buries himself inside you. Your velvety walls welcome him tightly. He hits a spongy wall that makes you arch your back, and your tits invite him to taste them. So he does; Miguel sucks your nipples like a starved animal. You feel his fangs over the sensitive bud, and his talons are holding your hips with just enough pressure to make you feel pleasure.
“Dios…I can’t believe this,” he’s shocked. You had disintegrated your suit minutes ago, offering your body to him. He asked if you were okay because just with the stretch of his tip sliding through your folds, you couldn’t stop sobbing. He knew he was big, and with you being so small, he wanted to be careful, even when, in his most dark desires, he wanted to ruin you.
The image is erotic; how you shyly took him. Still, you look hotter than ever, arched back with the rain leaving your hair and body all wet, your face shining with tears mixing up.
“Oh-Miguel…” he thinks your face is a treasure, showing him how much of a good job he was doing by pleasuring you.
“Mig-Miguel,” your eyes are closed. But he wants to see you and your pretty face while you moan and cry.
“Look at me, chiquita. Look at me when I’m buried inside you” Your walls clench at his voice using the hottest nicknames in Spanish. But you can do that too. However, you obey. Your eyes are now glued to him; the visual contact is a challenge for you, but his cock and balls hitting your ass are enough to distract you.
“you’re gonna let me be yours?” He asks, his hands holding your hips so tightly. That you’ll likely get bruises. That doesn’t stop the whole scenario from being so lustful.
“Yes, ah-. Yes, Miguel… And I’m gonna be yours too, papi” he’s a goner; the passion is hypnotic. Both of you can feel the way his cock pulses inside you. You clench around him on purpose, causing the man to close his eyes briefly, savor the pleasure, and believe what is happening. He had you on your back, your actions making him think you might want him in the same ways as he does.
“You’re gonna be mine?. Solo mía….” You can feel every vein of his thick length helping to rip you open, and it’s the best feeling ever. Your hand rests on your lower stomach, and your brows furrow in pleasure as you feel the outline of Miguel’s cock. The man looks at it and wishes to photograph the sight.
“Can you feel how hard you make me, bonita? Very easy, mami” The rain turns the moment stickier, and it’s naughty. His pace is fast but soft, with the humidity reigning over Nueva York, the sweat and rain shower over your burning body and his.
You believe he couldn’t look better with the hairs on his forehead. It makes you want to say the most vulgar things. Feeling his cock causing a sting with every thrust, it only makes you feel dirtier.
“Soy tuya, Miguel… I’ve always been” maybe you’re cockdrunk cause you don’t even remember that the whole HQ is locked inside. At least they had a lot of things to do.
“Fuck…” he mumbled. His eyes were glued to your cunt, seeing how you sucked him in. And every time he bottomed in and out when his cock was balls deep inside you, something extremely hot happened; the mix of the sound of your cunt squelching and a ring of fluids mixed forming at the base of his cock. Miguel accepted he had never been so hard before, to the point where he could feel himself being extremely hard even inside you.
“Please, bonita. Please let me fuck you harder” It takes you by surprise; the duality of Miguel. He was possessive, in control. But he was soft like he wanted to be good for you. Thing that made you fall more in love with him.
“Do it, Miguel” He welcomes your sweet lips as he starts pounding harder into you. Miguel knew he wasn’t acting as a leader. He was getting lost in the lust, in your gorgeous eyes and perfect body, instead of returning to the HQ's safety.
“You’re so pretty, chiquita.” He whispers in your ear. Your heart clenches and softens for him, the urge to scream I love you, to welcome him in your life, and keep him forever.
“Fuck, god-Miguel, fuck me harder, papi!” He kisses away your tears before he focuses on your tits again. His hot mouth sucks and leaves wet kisses on your chest. A hand was still gripping your hip, and the other traveled to land on your swollen clit.
“Are you getting closer, bonita?” You nod, accepting the way he was fucking you. The mix of his lips sucking your nipples, his fingers circling your clit, and his cock causing the most obscene sounds with your cunt.
“Yes, yes, fuck…” At that point, the rain was only a boost to keep going. You hold tightly from his neck, biting him occasionally, sending him to death.
“Oh-I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum, Miguel,” he moans when your hands comb his hair. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and the lips that were once on your tits now rest on your neck.
“Cum, bonita. Make a mess on my cock” You keep repeating his name, louder each time. He loves it and wants to keep being the reason for your pleasure.
This is heaven, you think. You see stars even when the sky is dark, only Miguel had the capacity to do that to you with an orgasm.
You arch your back, clenching around his cock so hard that, consequently, Miguel cums too. His hot cum paint white your walls, and with each thrust, a mix of your sheer fluids and his white seed drip from your folds.
Both of you pant, breathing for air.
“Wow…” and you’re back to being shy. When Miguel turns down to see you, you have your hands on your eyes, covering yourself.
He slowly slips out of you and gently touches your hands.
“Y/n…” he calls you, slowly removing your hands from your face. A blushed face pops in, and he can’t help but chuckle.
“I’m on the verge of being in love with you…” his touch on your chin makes you forget you are still naked. The shock on your face grew, and Miguel awaited your answer.
“Is-, Is this a joke?. I mean, we just had sex, but… Are you kidding?”
“Am I known for being someone who jokes often?” he asks you with sarcasm. And you’re hesitating, analyzing every possible reaction to any possible answer you could give him.
You love him, and he was admitting the same to you. But… everything was so sudden.
Then you have been contemplating that couples that tend to wait for the moment or analyze everything are separated too fast. And while you and Miguel had never been anything besides work partners, now you know the feelings were always there.
“So you like me as… a potential love interest?” you asked to confirm that you weren’t dreaming. Miguel smirks, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb.
“I would like you to be my partner. Long term and everything…” Another giant wave of blush invades you. Only the rain pulls you out of your daydream. By then, it was a warm breeze mixed with some wind.
“I like commitment…”
He smiles, and a genuine smile appears on his face.
You’re not ready to have him smiling and showing a soft side every day.
“Then… it’s a yes?” you nod, leaning closer to hug him. Maybe both should have talked about the feelings before having sex, let alone that the first time happened on the HQ rooftop in the middle of a tropical storm. But it’s okay.
“Yeah…So now you’re my boyfriend?”
“Indeed” Oh, you’re so happy. He kisses your temple, knowing he would quickly fall in love with you completely.
Suddenly you remembered why you ended up naked with a new boyfriend on the rooftop.
Well, only the grey sky was a witness of your sin.
“Oh, shit!… Miguel! THE BUTTON!” he chuckles, accepting he got carried away by the irresponsibility. He offers his hand, and simultaneously, both of you have your suits again.
“They must be fine,” he assures you, walking towards the box that caused everything. There’s a little door that opens the box full of wires and the infamous yellow button. Miguel presses it and turns back to you.
“Ready?”
“Sure…” You try to suppress the urge to scream when he takes your hand.
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Jess is the first to see you and Miguel back inside the HQ. She frowns in confusion, making everyone else turn around to encounter the scene.
“Damn. What the hell happened to you two?” The woman asks, inspecting how your hair and Miguel’s are totally drenched.
“Uh-…” Miguel grows quiet, and you chuckle nervously, planning a decent lie.
“It was a hard mission. We couldn’t open the damn box to press the button” Everyone nods, understanding.
“Why are you holding hands?” Gwen looks curiously at your small hand covered by Miguel’s giant one.
“Oh, uh-…”
“We’re together….” First, you covered him, and now he was covering you; you would be a good team. One last time, a blush paints your face.
“Shoot, WHAT?” Peter, Pavitr, and Gwen seem to be celebrating. Peter shows you a poll debating whether you should date Miguel or now; the majority said yes. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by his workmate's antics.
“So today we had a tropical storm and a couple revelation? On the same day? Weird…” Pavitr's comment makes you realize how chaotic the day was.
“Even weirder because the portals are still out of service” While Jess is stressed because she left her baby and husband at home, the younger spiders are excited.
“We should make a sleepover,” Gwen suggests, and you agree with excitement.
“No. I don’t think that’s matu-…” but you stop Miguel, turning back to him.
“Can we take a break and relax for one evening, love?” Everyone can see Miguel blushing cause you called him love. Of course, Hobie laughed and pointed at him.
“We can sleep in the cafeteria and tell supernatural stories.”
“That’s so silly…” Jess said to Ben, but the young man seemed excited too.
Ultimately, Jess and Miguel were the only serious adults looking at the upcoming mess.
“The button wasn’t an issue, right?” She asked Miguel. For some reason, Spider-Man 2099 couldn’t lie to Jessica.
“Of course not,” he heard Jessica laughing, knowing or at least suspecting what had happened between you and him.
“You’re insane,” she accuses his friend. But Miguel can’t feel embarrassed with Jess or Lyla. Yes, he wasn’t proud of fucking you on the rooftop under a storm, but he was happy that it made you two come together, at least.
After watching you leave the recreational area, he goes behind you and the blonde girl.
“Hey…Where are you going?” He asks, taking your forearm softly.
“Miles and Gwen want to get some sleep bags. And then I’m going with Ben for some lamps and-“
“I never approved of a sleepover” You send him a playful look, arching a brow.
“It’ll be fun. Besides, there’s nothing else to do. You can’t even send us on missions. Please?…” god, he hated how fast you were gaining power over him. As you bat your eyelashes and remark the e on please to convince him, he’s already considering improving the silly sleepover.
“Está bien pues…” you cheer and stand on your tiptoes to pull him down, kissing him.
Miguel couldn’t pull you away; even if many spiders were watching him, he couldn’t. Not when your lips felt so good on him.
Suddenly Gwen pulls you away, annoying Miguel once again.
“Okay, macho libre, I’m taking your girl away some minutes…” he rolls his eyes but gives you a little smile that you reply with a giggle.
Sure, something weird had happened that day in Nueva York.
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It’s official, I’m doing Do you want a baby part three .
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unrequited (dean winchester x reader)
pairing: dean x reader
warnings: pure angst, parental death, canon-typical violence, but fluff at the end
summary: after dean rejects your feelings for him, you start to lose part of yourself. when he realizes how far you’re gone, he’ll do anything to get you back.
word count: 5.6k
a/n: this is set in season 5, although it largely ignores the canon timeline because i can’t be bothered to make it all match up. this is my first real time writing dean so i hope you enjoy it!! as always, i love feedback. and also as always, my requests are open!!
“Y/N.”
You could barely hear Sam over the sound of the bar, gaze fixed on the bartender. People walked past your booth, talking loudly over the soft sound of some random country music, but somehow none of it could pry your attention away. Dean was leaning over the bar, apparently telling a very interesting story to the bartender, who was closer to him than you would have liked. His flannel sleeves were pulled up, exposing his forearms, giving you a rather enticing view.
“Y/N, are you listening?”
You snapped your head towards your friend. Sam was sitting across from you, clinking his beer bottle against yours. He looked tired; the apocalypse was looming over the three of you, and your new angel friend had been running you all ragged trying to press you all to stop it. Sometimes it didn’t feel right to have normalcy.
But even as the devil hunted Sam and the world was in danger of falling to pieces, you and the Winchesters would always find yourselves back in a bar, staying in shitty motel after shitty motel because it was just what you did. You don’t think you would have wanted it any other way.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” You respond sheepishly, trying to give Sam your full attention.
“Y’know, you’re gonna have to face this eventually.” Sam quirked an eyebrow at you.
The two of you had a stare-off before you slammed your head into the table, groaning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy.”
“It’s Sam. And sure I do.” He flicked the top of your head. “You have a massive crush on my brother, right?”
You flung your head back up and smacked his arm. “Speak louder, would you?!”
Sam laughed at you. “You know you could do a million times better, right?”
You frowned. Sam didn’t know how wrong he was. You didn’t think you could ever get better than Dean, although you knew Sam was just messing with you. Dean was so hopelessly selfless, it made you mad just thinking about it. Even after all this time, he carried himself with a grace you couldn’t understand. If you’d been at this whole apocalypse thing alone, or without him, you think you might have kicked the can by now.
“Whatever, I think I’m gonna go back.” Your mouth became a straight line as you pushed your beer towards Sam. “You can finish my beer.”
“Hey, you sure?” Sam looked genuinely concerned now. “Don’t let him get to you, seriously.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. “See you later, dude.”
You grabbed your jacket and swung it over your shoulders, deciding to say goodbye to Dean before you stepped out. The bartender was so close to him, her long blonde hair was brushing his shoulder. He looked so young, somehow, smiling at her with a twinkle in his eye. You weren’t sure if you could recall him looking at you like that.
“Hey, Dean.” You brushed a hand ever-so-gently on his back. “I’m heading out. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Dean turned then, his eyes meeting yours easily. “Aw, sweetheart, gonna ditch my brother already?” He smirked.
You groaned internally. “You know, you ditched him first.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. See you later.” He turned away without a second thought, fully jumping into the conversation with the bartender again.
That stung. You stepped away quickly into the night air, hugging your jacket closer to you as you walked to your car. God, how stupid was this? You’d been pining for him since high school, and it seemed to be a well-known fact to everyone except him. There were moments you thought he might feel the same - but then again, he was the same flirty asshole with every person you’d met. It was killing you slowly to watch him distance himself from you, especially now.
You got in your car and sat behind the wheel for a minute, trying to regain your composure. You wouldn’t let a man get to you. In the silence of your thoughts, you failed to notice the sound of flapping wings next to you until it was too late.
“Y/N.”
You screamed, honking the car horn briefly and flinging yourself back. Next to you was Castiel, apparent angel of the Lord, having materialized out of thin air.
“Jesus Christ.”
He cocked his head at you. “No, I’m Castiel.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s- nevermind.” You sucked in a breath. “What do you need, Cas? Sam and Dean are in the bar if you want to talk to them.”
Cas regarded you for a moment. “I know. But I wanted to talk to you.”
“Um… why?”
“You seem troubled.”
This perplexed you. “Uh, thanks, Cas. But I’m good, okay? No offense, but I don’t really want to talk about my problems with you.”
Cas squinted at you. “I know these times have been dark. There is an air of hopelessness that surrounds you and the Winchesters.” He paused, thinking.
You grimaced. “Jeez, okay, I mean, we’re trying our best.”
“No, what I mean to say is…” He held your gaze, not unkindly. “I just wanted to tell you, Y/N, that although it seems like Sam and Dean are the center players, you still have a part yet to play. And you shouldn’t lose hope quite yet. Not about anything.”
He seemed to be alluding to something much greater than you could understand. You just nodded, unsure how to respond. He nodded back, then cleared his throat.
“I should go. Think about what I said.” Without another word, Cas disappeared in a flurry of wings, and you were left alone.
“Hm.” You hummed, not sure what to make of the interaction. Cas was a friend, or at least, you felt he could be one. You weren’t sure what he really wanted, or what he meant. But you thought of your pressing feelings for Dean, and what he said about hope.
Maybe it meant something after all.
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“Fuck, I love pancakes.”
Dean was eating like a pig, diving into a stack of pancakes he had absolutely smothered in syrup. You stared at him with a mixture of awe and disgust. He never failed to amuse you, even though this was an almost everyday occurrence. You stared down at your eggs and bacon, hoping that breakfast would stir some confidence in you.
“You okay, Y/N?” Dean paused to look at you, mouth full of sweet pancake. You stifled a laugh as syrup ran down his chin, and he rolled his eyes at you as he wiped his mouth. “I know our coworker can be annoying, but it’s not every day you ask to get breakfast with just me.”
You thought about your “coworker” Sam who was probably busy researching another case right now, even as you had just finished the last one. Either that, or trying to find something to kill the devil, which was still feeling as fruitless as it had before.
“Yeah, um, I guess I wanted to talk to you about something.” You said quite seriously, heart pounding in your chest.
“Shoot.” Dean had finally finished eating, face clean of crumbs and syrup. You looked into those gorgeous green eyes of his and wondered if this was really worth it.
“I’m just gonna say it straight,” You pressed your lips together. “I have feelings for you, Dean.”
Dean stared at you for a moment, frozen. You could see he was processing. “What?”
“Like, romantic feelings.”
He waggled his eyebrows at you. “You been day drinkin’ or something?”
It was 11AM. “Dean, no, be serious.” You frowned. “Look, I know this might be coming off as sudden, but I just really wanted to tell you. And you can say whatever you want to me about it, but… I guess I just wanted to lay my cards out.”
Dean sighed heavily, his somewhat silly expression dropping. He gazed out the window a moment. “I… know.”
“You… know what?”
“I mean, I knew already. That you had feelings for me.”
This time, it was your turn to freeze. Your tongue turned to sandpaper. “What?”
Dean couldn’t seem to look at you. “I just never felt the same way, so I didn’t want to lead you on. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. You pushed your plate away from you, and reached into your wallet to drop a 20 on the table. You knew you should say something, but this hurt way more than expected. You didn’t know how to react to this with anything other than embarrassment. This whole time? He knew?
“Y/N, wait-”
“I’m gonna go check on Sam, okay?” Your voice sounded warbled and strange, and you realized that it was because you were holding back tears. “Let’s just pretend this conversation didn’t happen. I’ll see you back at the motel.”
“Y/N-”
You were gone before he could get another word out. Outside, it was just a brisk walk back to the motel, opting to avoid the Impala so you could be alone. So much for hope. You felt like an idiot now, thinking back on all the times you and Dean had moments you thought might be more. This whole time he knew, and he had been desperately trying to get you to stay away from him. Maybe you’d just walk off a cliff.
Okay, you wouldn’t do that. But there was a burning feeling in your chest, and it didn’t alleviate by the time you walked into the motel room. Predictably, Sam was on his laptop, squinting at some article. As soon as he saw you, he shut the screen and turned his attention to you, noticing your shakiness.
“Woah, woah, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam stood up to approach you.
You turned away from him quickly, trying to hide the tears that were beginning to rapidly fall down your face. “Nothing! I’m okay!” You quickly entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it.
“Y/N, seriously, what’s going on?” Sam was behind the door, and you could tell he was leaning on it to hear you. The worried inflection in his voice didn’t escape you.
“Nothing, seriously, okay?” You grabbed a washcloth and put your face in it, your shoulders shaking. “Just g-give me a minute.” You internally cursed yourself, trying to hold it together.
Sam didn’t respond, but you didn’t feel his presence leave the door. You quietly sniffled, reining in your tears as you choked back on your own spit. Fuck. You ran the washcloth under some hot water, pressing it to your face gently to wipe the nastiness away. After a few minutes, when you faced yourself in the mirror, you looked somewhat close to normal, although you knew in your heart you would never be the same again.
Quietly, you opened the door to see Sam standing by the doorframe, a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?” He said, softly.
“Sam.” You said, pushing him away, although he resisted. “Leave it be. I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough.”
As soon as you said that, Dean came through the door. Your eyes didn’t leave Sam’s face, but Sam turned, looking at his brother to see a slightly distressed expression. Something seemed to click internally, and he stood in front of you to shield you from his brother.
A silence fell over the three of you. You were sure Dean was going to bring it up again, and force you to talk. You knew that awkward tension between you two wasn’t going to stand.
“Ready to hit the road?” Dean asked. You sucked in a sharp breath.
Guess you were wrong about Dean after all.
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It was the fall of your sophomore year of high school. Your parents had dumped you with Bobby, again, alongside John Winchester’s kids. The three of you got along well enough, but you weren’t really friends. Dean was a year ahead of you, in his junior year, and Sam was still in middle school. In the mornings, Dean drove the three of you, dropping his younger brother off at the middle school before bringing you both to the local high school. In that short period of time where you were alone, you often didn’t talk, opting to listen to whatever heavy metal band he had put on.
You’d been in and out of different schools your whole life. Your parents had been hunters their whole lives, so it was no question they had a connection to John, who had been relentlessly searching for the demon that killed Mary. You didn’t speak to John often, but the times you did, you found there was very little care in his eyes.
Dean was too cool for you - he was a leather jacket wearing bad boy who cruised around with a different girl each week, while you mostly kept your head down and tried to do well in your classes. Sam was nice to you at home, but since you weren’t the same age, it was hard to connect to him. While Dean was satisfied being a lone wolf, you had always felt a desperate loneliness in your life. You couldn’t connect to other kids, because you were a hunter, and you couldn’t quite connect to the Winchester boys, because they were more hunter than you.
You’d heard rumors Dean was taking a date to the homecoming dance. You weren’t sure if you were even going to go.
On the evening of the dance, you’d decided to stay home. After Dean had gone and Bobby had retired for the night, you’d climbed up onto Bobby’s roof to look at the night sky. Sometimes, moments like this made you remember that you were all just the same people looking at the same sky, even with all the horrible things in the world.
It was then that you saw a car ripping through the lot, and you bolted upright. John Winchester was returning, and you tried to see if your parents were following, but there wasn’t another car in sight. You ran downstairs, hoping to catch them, but it was only John, no other shadows stretching behind him in that dark night. That was when you knew you were truly alone.
Bobby told you it would get easier. You thought he was a liar.
After a funeral of fire and a quiet ceremony, you had nowhere to go. You were lucky Bobby was kind, because you were left with him. You spent the next few days avoiding everyone you could, because the pain of being in the world was the worst thing you could have possibly imagined. You barely ate, you barely slept. All you did was lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling hoping something could bring them back.
That was when you really became friends with Dean.
One night, he slipped into your room with a sandwich and a deck of cards. You hadn’t even noticed him come in in your listless state. When he finally approached you, you bolted upright like a scared deer.
“Hey, I brought you something to eat.” He set the sandwich on your nightstand. In the dark of the night, you could barely make out his face. Suddenly, a light cut across the room. He had brought a flashlight.
You just nodded, staring at the sandwich. You knew you weren’t going to eat it.
He hummed as if he knew this was going to happen. “Wanna play cards?”
That’s how it started. He dealt and you two played every card game imaginable over the next two weeks. At some point, you began to question why he was still here. John clearly wanted to leave, but something was still tying him to Bobby’s place. You didn’t realize until later that it was you, at Dean’s request.
At some point, he started sleeping next to you, eating cold dinners with you in your room, and telling you crazy stories about his hookups and dates. He never told you hunting stories. It almost made you feel like things could become normal, like the two of you were really best friends that had met at school, and were having sleepovers every night.
“Dean,” You whispered one night, gently running a finger down his neck.
“What?” He murmured, turning to you with a soft look in his eyes.
“Thank you.” You said, eyes watering in appreciation.
“Shh.” He whispered, closing his eyes again. “Don’t thank me for anything.”
Even back then, he was hopelessly selfless.
But he vanished after that. John Winchester was dragging his boys away, and you barely had time to say goodbye before they disappeared. Then it was just you and Bobby, and even though Bobby was good to you, you fought like crazy. You were so angry at the world, angry that you couldn’t have closure, angry at everything. Bobby was the most patient man in the world with you, letting you scream and cuss and let everything out because he understood, too.
The next time you saw Dean was a few months later, the summer before your junior year. It was hot as hell and you remember standing in the car lot with Bobby, wearing a floppy baseball cap and denim shorts as dust kicked up all around you. John Winchester was back for a few weeks for a case, and he had brought his boys with him.
From then on, the three of you were a team. And you would never let that go with all of your heart.
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Six weeks later, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Dean Winchester.
Things had changed. You spent more time with Sam, not that you were complaining, but it was different. Sam was your best friend, like your brother. He was good company, but at the same time, sometimes you couldn’t help but see the boy he used to be. Now that the devil was hot on your tail to make Sam say yes, you couldn’t help but feel he needed a little more protection.
Dean was weird around you. You knew it was because he felt awkward, which only made you feel worse. He couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore, and your bar excursions more often than not left you alone with Sam, Dean not even in reach. He usually stumbled back to your motel room within the next morning, grumbling.
You’d changed everything with your confession. It was getting harder to be around the boys, even with Sam on your side and Cas continually popping in to urge you to do something or another. You also felt slightly betrayed by Cas, although you had spoken to no one about your conversation. It seemed so plain to you that he had been urging you to speak the truth, and now everything was different.
It came to a head when you had picked up burgers for the three of you after another case. Sam was nowhere to be seen. You dumped them on the tiny motel table, hoping to eat and just fall asleep on the couch like you usually did, when Dean came out of the bathroom, stumbling slightly. You looked up just in time to see a brunette woman with him, wrapped in a towel. You felt your stomach turn.
You cleared your throat rather dramatically. The two of them turned to look at you. Your face fell as your eyes met Dean’s. He gave you a half-smile. “Oops, sorry.”
The woman looked at you shyly and then back at Dean, giggling a bit in embarrassment. God. It was like some kind of karmic torture specifically made for you. “I’ll just go.” You said, mouth turning into a straight line.
Dean barely acknowledged you, giving you a thumbs up as he and the woman went back into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and felt the urge to throw up. You had no claim on Dean - he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. But you knew this had to end, right now.
You grabbed your duffel bag and put the rest of your things in it, zipping it up tightly and slinging it over your shoulder. You could hear the sounds of shower sex beginning, which just felt like a slap in the face. They really couldn’t wait until you stepped out, huh?
You went outside, feeling hot and heavy. Sam was coming in with his head down, having not expected you to step out at the same time, and you slammed into him. “Christ, Y/N, you’re a woman on a mission-” He cut himself off as he saw the expression on your face and the bag on your shoulder. “Woah, what’s happening?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Sam.” Your voice cracked, and you finally felt the dam break. Tears were flowing. “I want to help you two, you know I do. You’re my family. But I can’t do this with Dean anymore, I just can’t.”
Sam’s face softened. “Oh, Y/N.”
“Look, just call me if you need anything, and you know I’ll be there in a second. But I can’t be with you right now. I need to go somewhere else or I’ll drive myself insane.”
Sam reached for you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You let yourself relax for a moment, tears staining his brown jacket. He rubbed your back slightly, and then you found yourself pushing him away. It was too much.
“Goodbye, Sam.” You whispered.
“I’ll call you.” He responded, a sad puppy-dog look on his face. Some things never changed.
You walked away from him and didn’t turn back. Maybe this would be the peace you needed, or maybe this was going to be your downfall. Either way, you knew that you had to distance yourself from the curse of Dean Winchester, or else you might fall.
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You had gotten hot on the trail of a demon case, investigating in a small town by yourself. Demons had been popping up everywhere now that Lucifer was going to make a return, and you were doing your best to combat it. It had only been a week and a half since you’d left Sam and Dean, and you were feeling their absence. You’d only had brief stints as a solo hunter; more often than not, you had a Winchester behind you.
Sam had called you a few times, but you’d been keeping your conversations short, mostly because you felt like you were going to burst into tears every time you heard Dean in the background. Dean hadn’t reached out to you and you felt a part of you slipping away, like you’d officially severed whatever closeness the two of you had had before. You never thought something like this could have ever come between you two.
Currently, you were blasting Metallica as you drove to an abandoned warehouse you knew a few demons were hiding out at. You’d gotten some good intel from a crossroads, and were going to follow through on it by yourself. Armed with an angel blade you’d secured from Castiel, you felt unstoppable, if only because of your adrenaline rush.
You parked in the darkness far from the warehouse, intending to slink in silently. You grabbed your bag and your phone, using the cover of night to hide yourself as you approached the walls of the outside. Above, you could see a light on in the second floor.
You slid your arm inside through a broken window and unlatched a door, letting yourself in. The inside of this place was decrepit, but also huge, making it a landmine for glass and random scraps. You tiptoed carefully upstairs, trying to gauge how many demons there could possibly be. You knew there were at least 4, which was already a lot for one person.
When you peeked into the second floor at the stairs, you saw 6 demons standing in a circle around a hazardous looking fire. “Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, wondering if this was a good time to retreat. Instead, you decided to do the stupid thing.
You pulled your phone out to play a recording you’d captured a long time ago of yourself reading an exorcism. As soon as it started, all 6 demons whipped around to you, and began to charge.
“It’s the Winchester girl! Get her!”
You ran, clutching your phone as the exorcism played. You could tell it was affecting them, as they began to struggle to move, but one demon, a woman with brown hair that made you think of Dean and the woman in the shower, leapt at you, pinning you down. You twisted, trying to grab your angel blade, but she grabbed her own knife and stabbed you in the stomach. You screamed, lurching sideways as you escaped her grasp, her own body beginning to spasm at the sound of the exorcism.
You stood, shakily, as a male demon ran towards you. You kicked the brunette, her black demonic essence escaping as the male demon swung at you. You swung back, not managing to get him until his body began to convulse as well. You were running on fumes, adrenaline fueling your body as you pushed him away.
Two female demons began to wrestle control back to their bodies, and one of them willed scrap pieces of glass at you, throwing you backwards as shards of glass pierced your arm. You shrieked, trying not to feel the pain as she grabbed your phone and flung it to the ground. It wasn’t hard enough to break it, but apparently enough to crack it enough that the recording began to stutter. And that was enough. Four demons out of six had been exorcized, and the woman who had thrown the glass at you was going to kill you. Another man stood behind her, trying to catch his breath.
You played hard to get, attempting to dodge their onslaught of attacks until you sideswept the man, stabbing him with the angel blade and seeing that satisfactory orange glow of death. Only the woman remained, and she turned to you with a sneer.
“I thought your guard dogs would be coming to rescue you by now. Is this a suicide mission?”
“Shut up.” You growled, running towards her and pinning her against the wall.
“I heard you and Deany-weany had a huge breakup, is that true?” She snickered, not even caring you had her pinned.
“I said…” You stabbed her in the face, angel blade piercing her skull with ease. “Shut up.”
She laughed slightly as her body shook, and then she was dead.
You felt the veil of adrenaline leave your body in that moment, and then you could tell you were completely fucked. Your stab wound was bad, really bad, and you could see you’d lost a lot of blood. The glass that pierced your arm was deep in your skin, and you could see the way it had torn your flesh. You felt sick as you suddenly collapsed.
“Little ol’ me, taking down six demons?” You felt delusional, laughing a little as you reached for your cracked phone. “I’m a miracle worker.”
You dialed the first number you knew. He picked up within half a second, despite everything.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” Dean’s voice crackled through the speaker, although you could barely make him out with how broken your phone was. You wondered if you were hallucinating his response, too.
“Dean,” You muttered, breathing labored.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His voice was growing panicked.
You let out a sharp laugh. “Fuck.”
“Where the hell are you?!”
“See you later, Dean.” You whispered, closing your eyes. You could feel darkness coming over you.
“Y/N!? Wait!” His voice grew fainter and fainter until it was just a dim thought in the distance, and then you disappeared into the dark.
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When you woke up, you were surprised you were still alive.
You gained consciousness so quickly you felt it was almost a dream. Suddenly and quickly, you sat up, too alert for your liking and too uncertain about what was going on to be lethargic. You looked around.
You were in the hospital, a heart monitor beeping next to you. There were thick bandages wrapped around your midsection, and your left arm was covered in stitches. You pulled back the blanket and saw bruises across your legs.
“Y’know, I always thought Sam was better for you.”
You whipped to your right and saw Dean, alone, sitting in a hospital chair. It looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
“What?” You whispered, not daring to believe your eyes.
“He’s a better man than me, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with those soft emerald eyes. “Because if I were him, I’d have beat the shit out of me a long time ago.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Dean?” You asked, confused. The brightness of the room made it hard to concentrate, like you still couldn’t tell if this was real.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m an idiot.” He reached for you and you let him, your hands engulfed in his. Dean was always so warm, his hands calloused and rough from years and years of hard work. The way you fit together; it was natural.
“You don’t have to be sorry for anything.” You replied, finally understanding. “It’s not your fault you don’t have feelings for me.”
“That’s the thing, though.” He chuckled wryly like you’d told a bad joke. “I…”
“You… what?”
“I do. I have feelings for you.”
You sat in stunned silence. First there was anger, but then confusion. You couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“Okay, again, what the hell are you talking about?” You cocked your head at him, squinting your eyes in what you could only assume was in a very Castiel manner.
“Everyone I’ve ever loved I’ve seen get hurt.” Dean said, tightening his grip on you. “Everyone in my life is always in danger. And you…” He chuckled again, and you saw the hint of tears forming in his eyes. “You were always the best of all of them, y’know? You never put up with my shit. You let me sing in the car. You let me play my music louder than anything when we used to drive to school together.”
He paused, and you waited with bated breath for him to continue.
“I just thought if I pushed you away you’d leave and find a better life.” He said, finally. “Because it’s what you deserve. Because I can’t give you what you deserve.”
You stared at him, shocked. Even in the worst cases, even in his own stupid way, Dean was still the most idiotically selfless man you knew. You let out a sigh.
“You know, I’m not some helpless damsel.” You said, squeezing his hands back.
“God, sweetheart, do I know that. You took out six fucking demons by yourself, killer.” Dean almost laughed. “I’d be angry if I wasn’t so relieved you’re still alive.”
“Right, then, you know!” You cried. “You know I’ve been taking care of myself this whole time. If I wanted a different life, I’d choose it. But as it stands, I want this life with you.”
You leaned in closer to Dean, as close as the proximity between a hospital bed and a chair could give you. He looked confused. “But why?”
“Dean, road-tripping with you and your brother, stopping the apocalypse, fighting monsters, saving people - that’s as close as perfect as life can get, I think.”
Tears dripped down his face. “Y/N, I’m so, so sorry for everything.”
“You better be damn sorry!” You laughed this time, pressing your forehead against his. “I can’t believe how big of an idiot you are.”
“Me neither,” he whispered, glancing at your lips for a moment before looking back at you. “Can I…?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
He pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. His arms tugged at your waist, bringing you in, closer, closer, closer still until you felt there couldn’t possibly be any distance between you. He was so desperate, not letting you pull away as you made out on the hospital bed, hands pulling at you and clawing at your hair. When you finally pulled away, you were breathless.
When you looked at each other again, there were stars in his eyes. “You know everybody else I’d been with was meaningless before this, right?”
With the way he was looking at you, there was no way you could ever doubt him. But still, you pulled away. He looked hurt. “I want to believe you, Dean. But you still hurt me.”
He nodded solemnly, in understanding.
“But I want to give this a shot, if you do.”
He perked up, a smile spreading across his face. “Of course I do, baby.”
You smiled at that. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
He nodded, and then sat up like he remembered something. “Before I forget.” Dean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out two rather squashed looking sandwiches wrapped in plastic. In his other hand, he took out a deck of cards. “I thought you might be hungry, and maybe we could eat over a game of cards?”
You split into the biggest grin you could muster. “I’d love that.”
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hi!! can you write an ithaqua x reader where the reader is the one being comforted? like they had a bad day, or if it's in canon, they had a lot of bad matches. mostly fluff, maybe? i want itha to reassure me that everything is gonna be ok!
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This sat in my inbox for a while, but hope it is up to what you wanted. :)
Don’t worry- Ithaqua x reader
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Pairing : Ithaqua x reader
Tw : just a little mention of an injury :)
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Your entire body hurts, taking large amounts of effort to even take another step towards the cipher. Today had been rough, match after match resulting in losses up until this game You’re currently in- which had just started. It’s upsetting to lose as much as you have- making you feel like nothing but a nuisance for the other people in the manor. Nonetheless, you continue trying to push through this last match of today.
It’s hard to focus on decoding when you can barely keep yourself from passing out or crying at any moment. You receive shock after shock from the machine after messing up multiple times. The fact that this alerts the Hunter is something that completely leaves your mind until you feel your heartbeat picking up.
Instincts take over quickly as you run through the grass towards a window you can vault, though the moment you attempt to vault, your body gives up and collapses onto the ground below with a loud thud. Just like that, tears of frustration and pain fall down your face, looking back towards the hunter that was chasing you. To your surprise, it was Ithaqua.
Despite being unable to see his face, you can see the way he tenses up upon seeing you in pain. Quickly, he drops his weapon and sits down in front of you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. He wasn’t the best at comforting, you knew this from past experiences, but he tries anyways. “(Name), what’s wrong?” He asks, voice quiet and gentle as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“I can’t keep doing this..” you whisper, wiping your eyes and looking up at the Hunter in front of you. “All I’ve done is ruin matches.. and I’m so tired.” He hums, lifting his mask up enough to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. “How about I give you a win then? Then you can go back to the manor and rest.”
“You’d do that?” You ask, aware that your teammates have already finished a large amount of ciphers. “Yes, (Name), I don’t mind a loss if it means you can get rest.” Within a few seconds of him saying that, you hear a sound signaling that he had surrendered and the match was now over.
Slowly, you stand up, wincing in pain when you put weight on your leg that you had hurt during the fall. “Here, let me help you.” Ithaqua’s hands gently lift you into his arms, carrying you back to your room in the manor. “Do you need ice?” He asks, taking a look at your bruised leg the moment he lays you down on the bed.
“No no, Itha, it’s fine. Just lay with me, please?” You ask, watching as the blonde takes off his mask and gives you a gentle smile as he lays down next to you. Cold hands cup your cheeks as he looks at you with a wide smile.
“(Name), everything will be okay, everyone has rough days.” He whispers, kissing your cheek as he pulls you closer to him, resting your head on his chest. “But-“ you start, only to feel a finger pressed to your lips as Ithaqua giggles “No buts, I promise you nobody is mad at you for having a rough day, alright?”
You nod and listen to the sound of Ithaqua’s heartbeat for a few moments before he speaks up again. “And if anybody is mad at you, I’ll speak with them, alright?” You laugh and nod, snuggling closer to Ithaqua. “Alright, I love you.”
And with that, you’re enveloped in the familiar warmth of the blonde and slowly drift off to sleep while listening to his breathing. How lucky you were to have a man like him.
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steps (preview)
joel miller x f!reader
summary: Westward bound, and your steps are uncertain. Your hands shake, and it's hard to keep the food down. Joel thinks he might know why. (or, how accidents sometimes lead us to our fates.)
tags/warnings: unplanned/(unwanted?) pregnancy, thoughts and discussion of abortion, canon-typical violence, nightmares, hurt/comfort (u already know what it issss) - please heed the warnings, as these may be triggering to some! MDNI
a/n: broooo my first ever tlou fic AND first original post on this blog AND first x reader fic?! it's a big day so here's a sneak peek at steps, coming hopefully next week?!?!?
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When you wake up, it’s dark out, but the road outside is wider than the back winding roads you’re accustomed to. The only light comes from the truck’s headlights and the moon shining up above.
“Where are we?” You murmur, stretching out the aching muscles of your back. Ellie seems to have joined you in slumber, slumped awkwardly against the door behind you.
Joel’s hand slides over the top of the steering wheel. “Nearby Kansas City,” he offers.
You become more clearly awake at this. “The QZ? Why do you wanna head so close to it?”
He rubs the steering wheel again, drawing from it some kind of power to speak. “Figure we stash the truck somewhere, enroll at the gate as refugees. Get what we need, get out.”
“What we need?” You’re still confused.
“A doctor,” he confesses. “It’s nearby and you need a doctor. So.”
You’re at a loss. You can’t keep up with the implications, with the unspoken, terrifying truth of the question he’s asking you, he’s been asking you. You open your mouth, but the sounds are weak to your own ears. “But — it’ll take too — Wyoming, we have to — and Ellie — and Tommy —”
“We’ll get to Wyoming,” he promises. “First we check on you.”
Something bubbles up in your chest and you shift in your seat, too afraid to ask but too afraid to not know. “Are you angry?” You venture, keeping your eyes on what little of the road you can see in front of you.
You can see him puff air through his lips from the corner of your vision. “I do generally like to know about things before they became an immediate issue, so next time —”
“No,” You say too quickly, and he stops, looking over at you. “I mean, were you mad about - you know, if I am” — you choke on your own spit, can’t bring yourself to say the word - “If I am, are you angry with me?”
Your voice sounds too small to your own ears, this isn’t the You you know, but you don't remember how to be that girl anyways, don't remember how to survive without him. If he’s not with you, and if what he thinks is happening is happening, this could be it for you, this could be his final straw, too much baggage, not giving enough, not —
“You, what? Listen, no, I don’t -” He takes his foot off the gas. The truck slowly but surely rolls to a stop, so starkly contrasting the stop it made in the earlier hours of the day. He shifts the car to park, not even bothering to pull off the road like he usually does when you stop for the night. You can feel him looking at you but you can’t bring yourself to look back.
“I’m afraid,” he confesses to you like he worries the night sky will hear his secret. “I’m afraid and I’m sorry that I made you think I was angry. I’m not angry. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong. You understand? Nothin’."
You don't realize you’ve begun to cry until his arms are reaching over the center console to pull you into his lap. A mess of limbs and you find yourself between his solid frame and the steering wheel, his arms holding you like they do when you sleep, but this feels different, this feels tighter, this feels dangerously close to touching the reason you shake, the reason you burrow yourself into him at night.
“We’ll be alright,” he promises so fiercely it startles your eyes dry. “You’ll be alright. I promise.”
#joel miller x reader#joel x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#joel miller#joel x f!reader#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#tlou fic#tlou fanfic
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NEW SHIP WHO’S EXCITED!!!
axerimien (axel x ripper x damien). LISTEN. OKAY LISTEN TO ME. so axeripper is already canon (and i love them) and i really like rimien so we have to put two and two together and make axerimien. they’re all dating each other. kissing cringefail style even. holding hands before marriage type shit.
ripper and axel take care of damien when he messes up in the laboratory and he’s all mad and upset about it getting impostor syndrome like maybe he doesn’t ever do a good job so he should just quit his studies and they are like NO SHUT UP. you are amazing. it’s just that it’s 8 in the morning and you only went to sleep at 5 after studying all night. you’re doing great
ripper and damien are evaluated by axel’s family which is unnerving to say the least, every brother has a certain ritual of acceptance and her parents are even scarier but they pull through because they love her. and they eat what she hunts for them even though it’s disgusting. and they make the fuck out
damien and axel help ripper study since he’s the most academically challenged out of all of them (i also hc he has adhd dyscalculia & dyslexia so that,, really sucks for him in class) and listen to his most disgusting rambles ever because yeah he’s talking about how owen should’ve gotten more fart time on screen but have you considered he is cute and has a great personality. somewhere?.??
idk guys i’m ill about them have a rimien kiss i drew (based on my redesigns)
i’m normal about them (lying through my teeth)
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Robin and Finney are dating, which is cool. Robin is Finney’s romantic boyfriend, so he gets to hold Finney’s hand and listen to him talk about space and go on dates and stuff. This means Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, so he has gets to hold Gwen’s bag and listen to her talk about her friends and have her be the third wheel on dates and stuff.
Or, a bunch of head canons with Gwen both ruining and supporting Robin/Finney
Finney patching Robin up after a fight and Robin making comments about how he has the cutest nurse, but Finney is still mad at him for fighting.
Robin arguing that Finney can’t be mad at him, Robin got in the fight for defending Gwen against some kids who said she was weird
Finney pointing out that if Robin was defending Gwen, she is going to be more pissed than he is. Gwen likes to fight her own battles, she doesn’t let other people be her voice.
Robin realizing, oh shit, he’s right, and asking Finney to lie and say Robin got in the fight defending Finney because yeah Gwen is younger and shorter and smaller, but Robin is not prepared to be on her bad side
Robin’s uncle lets him take his truck to the drive ins on weekends, which is dark and secluded and if they see a scary movie, Finney will practically be in his lap the whole time
he arrives at the Blake house to pick up his boyfriend and is shocked and confused for Gwen to climb in the truck beside Finney
Finney is just like ‘Gwen wants to see this movie too, so I invited her’
Robin is a good boyfriend and he does actually like Gwen, so of course he has no problem with it, even if his plans are ruined.
Part way through the movie, Robin slips her some money and tells her to go get some snacks
And Gwen is smart and says ‘why? so you can be alone with my brother and make out?’
And Robin, completely serious, saying ‘yes, so make sure you take your time because you don’t want to see this’
Finney is just a flustered mess
Yeah, Robin is Finney’s boyfriend, but the match to his BFF bracelet belongs to Gwen
Gwen starts dating a boy and swooning over him, so Finney gives his best big brother talk of ‘if you hurt her, I will be very disappointed in you and I will make you feel bad’
And Robin’s like ‘good job, babe, you really scared that dude’
But when Finney’s back is turned, Robin is grabbing the guys shirt and promising to break his teeth if he ever hurts Gwen.
Way more invested in Gwen’s stories about the girls in her class and her bitch teacher and how dumb boys are than Finney is. Finney listens because he loves his sister and wants her to have a safe place to talk, but Robin listens because he loves girl talk and there’s no way Susie actually made out with Bobby while she was dating Jack, omg, what happened after that???
Gwen making up total lies to get out of the house when Robin comes over because she’s a good wingwoman and lets them have alone time
Braid twins as Finney makes dinner for all of them.
Teaching Gwen one on one how to do a round house kick so she can use her fists and rocks and feet
(does the same thing with Finn, but it takes way longer because Robin keeps flirting with him)
Also teaches Gwen how to swear in Spanish after she gets detention for the 12000th time for calling her teacher a fuckwad
Gwen helps Robin plan out dates. She points out the restaurants Finney wants to try and the new rocket launcher he’s been eyeing and the new rom com he hasn’t seen yet and if they go to the park at night, Finney will be able to point out the constellations as they hold hands under the stars
Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, the end.
Might turn this into a fluffy fic after I’m done with my angsty fic
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Another kind of crash
Pairing: chargestep
Warnings: panic attack reference, blood, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary: What if Sidestep never crashed after visiting Hollow Ground's lair? What if they had to deal with the consequences of a shitty villain reveal without being stuck in a hospital bed?
Notes: Thank you so much @uncreativeboxdraws for proofreading my mess u're my hero
Read it in AO3
"River? Sorry, I guess it's a bit of a shock to find out I've known for as long as I have."
He doesn’t understand, he’s looking at you and he doesn’t get it.
“We can’t talk about it later.”
“Fuck shit.” You step on the gas; you need to get out of here now.
Ortega winces as you weave through the traffic. He never liked being in the passenger seat, as much as you’ve always loathed driving in Los Diablos.
“We’re in trouble.”
“That’s not nEW!” The car jerks, and you do your best to keep it under control, but you’ve never been the best driver and the car starts skidding wildly, although it looks like the sniper just shot out your tire.
By some miracle, Ortega manages to pull the hand-break just in time for the car to decelerate and miss the approaching truck. Taking advantage of the commotion, you finally put your shit together and get the hell out of there.
“What the hell was that?!” Ortega sputters, back pressed against the seat, one hand gripping your upper arm and the other grabbing at the door.
“Good question. A sniper? I don’t think this was Hollow Ground’s doing.” Focusing on not crashing, you shrug Ortega’s hand off and wipe the sweat off your forehead. If Hollow Ground wanted you dead, he could have ordered so instead of letting you go willingly. Or maybe, he changed his mind when he saw who was getting in the car with you.
“Mierda. How many enemies have you made as Riot?” He’s staring at you bug-eyed.
“Ehhh, I don’t know. A few?” Your laugh sounds nervous and suspicious. “Who says that shot was for me and not for you? I’m not the one with a one-man crusade against him.”
“Of course not, because you’re his little br—” You swerve the car on purpose this time, not looking forward to listening to him finish that sentence.
“SHUT UP! Just. Shut-up. I can’t drive properly with you harassing me with your pet obsession.”
“Fine. But you’re not running away from this one. Keep driving until we’re sure we’ve lost them and go straight to my place.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you, and if that didn’t make you nervous on a daily basis, right now it’s borderline unbearable. “And don’t try anything funny. You have that look in your eyes.”
“At your command, Marshal. Oops, I mean, former Marshal.” He doesn’t laugh, only keeps staring at you with that look of business on his face and you grow anxious with each second past.
He’s never looked at you like that. Never spoken to you with that tone. Yeah, sure, you’ve worked with him before and seen how he orders civilians around or interrogates criminals, hell, he’s even had plenty of arguments with other people on your behalf, but he’s never been really mad at you.
Not like now, anyway. Not because you’ve hurt people. A lot of people. You’ve lied to him, betrayed him and laughed in his face. Put him in the hospital too. And he doesn’t even know about Raine yet. Fuck shit.
After a while, when you’ve made sure you lost whoever the fuck was trying to blow up your brains, you head to his neighbourhood. As unlikely as it seems, he’s taking your shutting up request seriously, and you think that you’ve never shared a silence that lasted so long.
And because you’re used to his constant rambling and can’t stand his static anymore, you’re the first to break it.
“What’s going to happen once we get off the car?”
“That depends on how you want this to go.” His voice is stripped of emotion, straight to the point. That is his way of warning you not to be an asshole. “You can park around here, it’s not a good idea to have the car so close to my building.”
“You don’t have to worry, I’ll take care of it later.” Of course, you’re lying. Once you stop the engine you’re getting the fuck out here.
You really don’t want to have this conversation. You’re afraid; not because you fear what Ortega can do to you, you doubt he’ll beat you up too badly if it comes to blows.
You’re scared of facing the rejection. The prospect of losing whatever is going on between you two after getting back together is more terrifying than any hit he could lay on you.
But you’re not Sidestep anymore. You’re not the boy who spends his days trying to please Charge and looking for his approval. Your freedom is in your hands now, and you’re not giving it away, not even for Ricardo.
So you do what you must have done since you got in the car, and when you stop the engine, you break to run.
Unfortunately for you, you don’t get very far since Ortega has better reflexes than you, zapping you even before you can pull the door handle.
You bite a scream while you dump your head against the wheel, the claxon echoing your pain with a sound of its own.
“¡River! ¡Puta madre! Te avisé que no hicieras tonterías.” He steps out of the car hurrying to your side, just in time to catch you as you hurry out as well.
“Let me go you idiOT—” You gasp as he zaps you again and electricity branching down every nerve. Your whole body convulses and Ortega catches you by the waist before it hits the ground.
That electric shock would have been enough to knock someone out and give them some severe burns. But all those years in the farm, while you were submitted to far more painful torture made sure you weren’t anybody. Electric shocks were often used to test how long you could remain focused, and you suppose you have built some endurance to electricity as a result of that.
Regardless, you pretend to be out cold, waiting for an opening to successfully run from Ortega.
“¡Ay Dios mío! I really didn’t want to come to this…” He closes the car’s door, puts you on his shoulder like you weigh nothing and walks to his building carrying you like a sack of potatoes.
“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” He sounds tired, a harsh contrast to the determined demeanour he had some minutes before. Technically, you do listen to him. But that doesn’t mean you have to do what he asks.
When he gets to the building, he feeds the doorman some bullshit story about how you were having some drinks, and you got so drunk you passed out. If not for Ortega’s charm and you being a known face around, you don’t think there’s a chance in hell he’d have bought such a preposterous story. As it stands though, and with a small telepathic push for good measure, he doesn’t suspect anything too weird.
If only they knew you only pass out out of drunkenness alone.
You finally arrive to his flat, and he takes care of the locks and the security system before gently lying you on the couch, making sure the door is locked in case you want to leave. Bastard.
He heads to the kitchen to probably get a first aid kit, and wasting no time, you grab the nearest lamp quiet as a mouse, getting up from the couch.
Your beating heart threatens to burst out of your chest. Stealthily, you walk to the kitchen, lamp in your sweaty hands, hurrying up before he turns back.
The stupid fancy shoes you chose for this meeting with Hollow Ground are new, and the rubber sole makes a barely perceptible noise against Ortega's floor that you pray he won't hear.
But your derby’s noise might not be so imperceptible to him, given he turns back and dodges the lamp that was aimed straight at his head. Wasting no time, he lands a blow in your face.
Your body retreats and you take advantage of the new closeness to kick him in the guts, before delivering another kick to his chin and jumping over the kitchen island, making him chase you through the living room.
“River, stop! We can’t talk about this!” He sounds more desperate than angry, but his feelings are quite low on your priority list right now.
“Talk? You want to talk?!?! You’re keeping me TRAPPED you bastard! TRAPPED!” You fiddle with the locks but there’s no use, and as he sounds his approach you pick the nearest picture hanging on the wall and throw it at him, a petty distraction to jump over the couch and put some distance between you two.
“Stop being so dramatic! We wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t run from all your problems, pendejo!” His gaze drips with accusation. The audacity.
“Me?!” You wipe the blood from your face. Is it coming from your nose or your lip? “I’m not the dramatic one in this relationship!”
“So we do have a relationship?” For a moment, he looks at you with new eyes, but common sense comes back to him a second later and he shakes his head. “Hey! Stop trying to distract me by bringing up our relationship, that’s dirty!”
“A relationship? A relationship based on lies and secrets? Is any of this even real?” You sound manic in your ears and Ortega looks distressed.
“Of course it is! Give me some credit, I told you I knew you were Riot and I’ve known you were Hollow Ground’s little brother since you showed me your face.” You’re gritting your teeth so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if they just snapped.
Ortega and his stupid theories. His pointless obsessions. He’s spent years working on an absurd backstory, believing himself to be so smart and astute, yet he’s oblivious to the truth before his eyes.
You are not part of this world. You are not part of anything. You can’t belong, you’re a fish in a tank, they made sure of it. Made to fool and pretend, that’s what they taught you.
They. The static. Ortega’s static.
“Why won’t you just TALK to me!!” You want to scream from the top of your lungs. Rip off all of your hair. You’re breathing yet air doesn’t seem to reach your lungs, you’re sweaty and clothes stick to your skin in an intrusive way.
“Stop yelling. Please. I’m sorry.” You’re cracking. Your voice sounds like a hollow whisper, your eyes sting. “Please, you’re scaring me.” Both of you are standing on opposite sides of the dinner table, the only thing protecting you against that dreadful static.
“I just want to understand you.” You send a glance his way, Ricardo seems as shaken as you. Tired, looks like he has aged 10 years in the span of this conversation.
“I don’t know how to do that.” Shaky words. Iron and salt in your mouth. You’re crying. “I don’t know how to explain. Where to start?”
“In the beginning? Anywhere? Por favor, inténtalo. Give me anything.” Pleading, he begins to path towards your side of the table, but you hold a hand to keep him in place.
“I’ll show you.” Stop being chicken. Stop being a crybaby. “I’ll show you, and you can hate me for it later. But don’t move. And don’t talk until I say so.”
If he wants to know so badly, you reveal to him the truth. Feed him the poisonous orange so he can throw it up later in your face like the disgraceful abomination you are.
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I saw the tags that mention AS Four and Shadow are a canon couple SO please can I see what you're thinking? Honestly, the more headcanons and stuff that I hear for this AU, the more excited I get about it ^u^
And I'm not just saying that cuz Four is my blorbo, I promise
Thank you!! Tbh Four is one of my favorites so I’m always eager to talk about him
I may or may not have paired my fav Zelda game with my fav character
The romance starts, unsurprisingly, with Vio and Shadow.
The two were already close before this and had begun to banter with one another regularly. Now, though, they were together, taking over the Yiga clan.
It went back and forth, their usual banter as Shadow joked and teased about their plans (or their false plans, anyway, for fear of any ninjas that may be listening in). Vio responded in his usual deadpan tone, often rolling his eyes with a small smile on his face.
Shadow rested on the throne, Vio sitting on the armrest. With how small the two were, Vio had eventually shifted to sitting right next to him. He wasn’t entirely paying attention, and eventually ended up on Shadow’s lap.
They kissed there on the throne of the Yiga clan, illuminated only by the light of the nearby torches.
A few days later and the entire scheme collapsed (but so did the Yiga base). They continued on. The moment Vio and Shadow shared went unmentioned, but both were thinking of it often.
The group decided that they needed to more practice as Four. Their break was over, and after the near defeat with Vah Ruto, they’d need to prepare before facing Vah Naboris. They agreed to do some shrines.
The first issue came when they arrived at the shrine deep in the desert next to the fairy fountain. They planned to awaken her, but Red admitted that he’d spent all their money on arrows. This infuriated Green because Red had sold the molduga parts he’d been farming for the past few days to get the money for arrows. They were now broke. To top it off, Blue revealed that he’d scammed some sucker out of his sand boots, but then dyed the sand boots blue. The other three, being stubbornly unwilling to wear something that wasn’t dyed their own color, got mad at him for it.
After a few minutes to cool off, they all agreed to combine and just do the damn shrine anyway. The thing with combining is that none of them have any true privacy; whatever memories one of them has during their time split will be immediately shared with the others.
The fact that they were all already frustrated combined with the fact that neither Vio nor Shadow had told anyone else about the fact that they’d kissed caused them all to immediately split and start arguing.
Blue accused Shadow of playing favorites, Green was mad because keeping secrets like that wouldn’t help them when they were trying to be more of a unit, and Red felt betrayed that Vio hadn’t said anything to the rest of them. It didn’t help that they were all hellishly jealous because they also wanted what Vio and Shadow had. The entire thing was a mess.
Needless to say, Vio and Shadow were left alone there, unable to actually do the shrine because they needed to be whole (and Shadow couldn’t go in the shrine anyway).
Now, Shadow adores all of them and really didn’t mean to play favorites. He def needs to give them some space before trying to prove that, though.
Vio, meanwhile, is bad with feelings and tries to logic his way through an apology (to which Shadow just says “lmao good luck with that”).
Anyway, Shadow goes and has a moment with each of them, though it’s less romantic and more just trying to make up and connect with each of them (he’ll have a particular romantic moment with each of them eventually but this isn’t it).
Vio also goes around and gets everyone some “sorry for keeping secrets from you” gifts. For Green he gets the exact amount of rupees that Red ‘stole’ from him (they have a shared inventory but Green is still mad about the molduga parts Red sold), for Blue he got a bunch of Yiga weaponry but put the effort in to make the handles blue instead of red, and he went and commissioned some custom jewelry from Isha for Red.
At least now that everyone was less pissed, they finally regrouped and started doing some shrines. Tbh sorting out that disagreement really did help with their overall cooperation as Four.
Eventually they faced Vah Naboris, and that battle was the first time Four truly felt like a single person since he woke up. The feeling didn’t last, but it had been nice.
Anyway, more about the romance! Each of the colors has their own particular moment with Shadow, and then Four too. Though, after the incident before, he’s making an effort to spend more time with each of them instead of just Vio.
Green and Shadow kissed on the back of a crumbling Talus they fought together. It wasn’t their smartest idea, seeing as the thing was crumbling under their feet. The entire fight had been exhilarating, and the adrenaline running high when Green had grabbed Shadow’s tunic to initiate. When the Talus dissipated Green broke his leg falling, but it had absolutely been worth it (two health potions later and he and his leg were fine).
Red and Shadow kissed doing something more domestic. They’d been cooking together, whipping up some magic foods in preparation for hiking up the frosty mountains. The others had gone off to do who knows what, and Red and Shadow remained, flipping through a cookbook and filling Red’s slate with delicious meals for the road. There had been plenty of cuddling, teasing, and messing around. The kiss was a simple peck on Shadow’s cheek to thank him for helping out, but nonetheless Red’s face matched his name by the time the others returned.
Blue and Shadow kissed as they explored together. Shadow loves banter, and Blue is so easy to get a rise out of (and maybe he was playing it up for comedic effect). It just went back and forth as the two travelled, on the search for shrines (or any little thing they might stumble across). They kissed after a rather typical exchange. Shadow was being a pest, Blue told him to shut up, and Shadow responded with "make me”. What else was Blue supposed to do? Not kiss him? Ridiculous.
One last scene I have in mind is when Four unlocks the Master Cycle Zero. Shadow sitting just behind Four, arms wrapped around his torso to keep on. The wind in their hair as they drive across Hyrule Field in ancient technology that they don't fully understand, whooping and hollering with joy.
#nowadays Shadow doesn’t have a whole lot of energy so he hangs out in Four’s shadow#the fact that he’s not dead after the Calamity’s defeat is a bonus even if he isn’t as acitve anymore#linked universe#lu adventure swap au#lu four#lu shadow#lu green#lu red#lu blue#lu vio#idk what the ship name for four and shadow is lol
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A Percy Weasley AU idea
Voldemort wins and people are hunted down and killed. In a desperate attempt to right the story, Percy, along with Luna (and maybe some others idk) do some rituals or something to be sent back in time to actually defeat Voldemort.
How do you think that would play out?
Would Percy be the only one to be sent back or will others be as well (ex. Luna)?
Would he stay in the body he was originally in or will he be sent into his childhood body (depending on when he gets sent back to)?
How would his relationships with others change? For example, his family?
Since his story has now changed due to knowledge of the future, would anyone else’s story change? (Ex. If he gets sent back to POA, or at least before Scabber’s is revealed at Peter, how would he deal with that?)
Ect…
Wow, that's a lot to answer! 🙃 I'll try my best, but be warned that this is all purely speculation, and there's some definite bias here because of my headcanons.
I'm going to put this under the cut due to length.
If we're being "realistic" (as much as possible), then Luna isn't going to be a part of this, and Percy is going to stay in his adult body.
It's super fun to read fanfiction stories where Luna is involved & the characters wake up in the body of their younger selves, because it affects their interactions and relationships with other characters, so please feel free to keep writing this type of thing if it appeals to you. However, I don't think it would actually play out like that.
I love Luna - she's one of my favorite characters - but her personality in canon just doesn't fit into this storyline. Look at her conversation with Harry in Book 5:
“Have you . . .” he began. “I mean, who . . . has anyone you’ve known ever died?”
“Yes,” said Luna simply, “my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry mumbled.
“Yes, it was rather horrible,” said Luna conversationally. “I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But I’ve still got Dad. And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?”
“Er — isn’t it?” said Harry uncertainly.
She shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you?”
“You mean . . .”
“In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.”
She doesn't dwell on the past, and her absolute belief in seeing her loved ones again after death would prevent her from trying to mess with fate. For all they know, going back in time could make things worse (i.e. Voldemort could take over all of Europe, he could torture everyone into permanent madness instead of killing them, etc.), and Luna just doesn't have the reckless motivation to risk it.
Percy, on the other hand, would 100% be reckless enough if he loses his sibling(s) like he lost Fred in the books. If his siblings are all still alive, then Percy's not going back in time either, but if one or more of them dies (particularly around Percy so he feels guilty about it), then he wouldn't be thinking clearly. He would blame himself and be out for blood like we saw in Book 7:
Rounding the corner, Percy let out a bull-like roar: “ROOKWOOD!” and sprinted off in the direction of a tall man, who was pursuing a couple of students.
In this situation, he doesn't care that he could potentially make things worse; he's going anyway.
The most likely person to go with him is actually Ron. If Voldemort wins, chances are that Harry is dead, and Ron is left in a very similar state to Percy - guilt and grief are swallowing him whole, and he's willing to take some serious risks, like we also saw in Book 7:
...he saw that Hermione was trying to restrain Ron, to stop him running after Percy.
“Listen to me—LISTEN RON !”
“I wanna help— I wanna kill Death Eaters— ”
His face was contorted, smeared with dust and smoke, and he was shaking with rage and grief.
Hermione would likely be wary of going back because she is rational enough to know it's a huge risk, but she goes with them anyway, because she's not abandoning Ron (especially if they may get Harry back).
Ron and Percy would have some serious baggage to work through (especially if Ron felt like Percy was trying to take Harry's place in their trio), and they would likely want to approach the situation in vastly different ways, so there would be plenty of conflict.
Since they probably stay in their same bodies, they avoid interacting with anyone else as much as possible, because they know how dangerous it would be for their younger selves if they were seen:
Professor McGonagall told me what awful things have happened when wizards have meddled with time…. Loads of them ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake!
Therefore, we wouldn't see too much interaction between them and other characters (besides each other). However, we might see some interaction between Percy & Dumbledore (because it might eventually be necessary to involve him), which would be interesting since Percy had legitimate reasons not to trust Dumbledore (even though he was telling the truth about Voldemort).
They likely decide to hunt down the Horcruxes themselves (since Ron & Hermione know where they are and how to destroy them). In order to do so, they sneak into Hogwarts and Ron enters the Chamber of Secrets (by mimicking Harry's Parseltongue) to get the Basilisk's fang to destroy the Horcruxes.
The fun part of the story would be that some of the Horcruxes are actually more difficult to get when they're in the past. For example, one is in Bellatrix's vault at Gringotts, but if she's still in Azkaban, then they can't use Polyjuice to look like her, which causes complications (and I headcanon that Percy would use the Imperius Curse at that point).
It really depends on what year they go back in time to though. I think Percy & Hermione would have thought very carefully about it and decided to go back to the summer after Book 3; they want to stop Voldemort from being completely ressurected, but they don't want to stop Wormtail from escaping, because they need him to find Voldemort's shell of a being so Harry can eventually kill it:
“I returned to my hiding place far away, and I will not pretend to you that I didn’t then fear that I might never regain my powers. . . . Yes, that was perhaps my darkest hour . . . I could not hope that I would be sent another wizard to possess . . . and I had given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared what had become of me. . . .”
I also imagine that Percy would want to save Cedric too, because I headcanon that they were friends. Therefore, the best course of action is to stop Barty Jr. from escaping and returning to Voldemort's side (because he sets everything in motion for Voldemort's return). This wouldn't be too difficult if they returned right at the beginning of the summer, because Percy would be able to easily access Mr. Crouch's house (where Barty Jr. is still under the Imperius Curse) by pretending to be his younger self (because Mr. Crouch was not paying attention enough to notice a few years difference in his age).
I honestly think Percy would murder Barty Jr. He may pretend that he wouldn't (for Hermione and Ron's sake), but Percy has a very personal motivation for this - not only did Barty kill Cedric, but he also almost destroyed Percy's career, and it's my headcanon that he hurt Percy. Plus, Percy knows that Barty is a flight risk, since he escaped from Azkaban, and he's not going to take any chances. He probably pretends it was self defense with Hermione and Ron, but he's too far gone to feel guilty by then. (I love darkish Percy, by the way; he's not a bad person, but once he loses someone he loves, I can see him spiraling out, because it's clear in canon that Percy feels things so deeply).
If Barty Jr. is dead, then Harry never enters the Triwizard Tournament, and this is where plenty of things change. For starters, one of the other competitors wins (likely Viktor, because Cedric wouldn't get any heads up about the dragons or the egg without Harry's involvement), so Cedric lives, and Harry never gives Fred and George money for their joke shop. This forces the twins to wait several more years to save enough, so they don't drop out of school and actually graduate. Umbridge doesn't get involved at Hogwarts, because there's no Dark Lord returning so the Ministry doesn't care what Dumbledore is doing; Sirius lives because Voldemort doesn't return enough for him to give Harry visions; Dumbledore lives because Draco never becomes a Death Eater; and none of the people/creatures in Book 7 die because all the Death Eaters in Azkaban don't escape/come back together.
Interestingly enough, there would be a ripple effect for some other characters as well. I highly doubt Remus would marry Tonks if Sirius was alive (he seemed perfectly content to stay at Grimmauld Place with him); Bill doesn't move back to England to work at Gringotts and help with the war, so he never dates and marries Fleur; and when Dumbledore eventually tells Harry that he has to die to permanently defeat Voldemort, Harry's not as likely to listen. He's probably living with Sirius, who would fight against the suicide thing, tooth and nail. Plus, if there's no war going on because Voldemort wasn't fully resurrected, then there's no battles or deaths, particularly ones that are close to Harry. Harry's also living in a relatively happy and stable home with Sirius and Remus, so his motivation for committing suicide (based off only Dumbledore's word) is not really there.
This actually doesn't change much though, except that Voldemort finds a way to return much later on (without any other Horcruxes), but everyone is better prepared because they're adults/possibly Aurors. Harry fights him, let's himself be killed, and then kills Voldemort. Done. A few other people might die in the crossfire, but it's impossible to guess who, especially if Dumbledore is still around.
Wow, that was a lot! 😱
But we're still not done! 🤣 Where are the older versions of Percy, Hermione, and Ron after all this?
They don't disappear when their mission is complete, but they can't go back to their old lives either (since their younger selves are still living the happier version). It's possible that Percy leaves his younger self a note, but that's about it.
I think Hermione and Ron just move to a different country to live a new life, and Percy does the same, but I can actually picture Percy choosing to live a Muggle life after everything that's happened (if he doesn't die trying to destroy the Horcruxes, because he was probably hoping for that).
Overall, I think the whole ordeal gives Ron & Hermione closure; they saved Harry (and Fred), but they lost them anyway in a different sense, because they can't be a part of their lives. They've spent so long dedicating their lives to Harry, but now they have to learn to live for themselves and let him go. It's bittersweet.
Percy's arc is a little darker/sadder. He has to face the fact that he's willing to go to extreme lengths to prevent his family's death, and he has to grapple with his own guilt, conscience, and mental health issues. He also has to learn to forgive himself and move on, which means letting go of his family once and for all.
I know everyone thinks that Percy has to reconnect with the Weasleys to be happy, but I don't really believe so. Especially if his younger self is still around, then Percy gets a free pass to break away from a family that was never truly going to be healthy for him (see this and this post). He learns that he can love them and still leave without resentment or anger. It's kind of like the lyrics to a Shinedown song: "Sometimes goodbye is a second chance."
He has to start over and figure out who he is now and what he wants out of life. Perhaps he ends up adopting children in the Muggle world. Regardless, he ultimately finds himself, and he finds peace.
Thanks for the ask! 😊
#ask me#anon ask#this was very long#AU#percy weasley#percy weasley defense squad#time travel au#ron weasley#hp#canon divergent au#voldemort wins au#my thoughts#my opinion#my headcanons#this was a lot#tw: mentions of murder
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Wow the Love Square is a mess no matter what
Ok kids exaltation is out, and…oh boy.
Listen, first of all, I know people who like Marichat never get any canon content from miraculous so first of all, congrats to them for having nice things, I hope y’all enjoyed the episode
I… found it a little, just a bit upsetting from Marinette’s part (wow I know what I shocker)
Listen. I don’t hate the love square as a concept. On paper this relationship could have been really entertaining and fun and finally seeing the reverse love square is a nice change of pace. But this episode, especially when you take all the previous season of this show into account, and everything that happened… makes me uncomfortable.
Because Ladybug for 4 season, would always scream at chat Noir to quit being in love with her and to reveal nothing about his identity (even tho the identity rule literally doesn’t matter anymore) now that she wants him (because he’s convenient to her and rather then realized she fucked up because she’s obsessed, not because of Adrien, and that she should take a minute to maybe not date people, but no let’s throw your emotions on the closest male) and he’s like “w-what? What’s the trick here? Didn’t you say it’s dangerous?” She’s like “ohhhh my life is so hardddd why doesn’t he love meeee” YOU HAD YOUR GODDAMN CHANCE TO BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING TO HIM AND YOU MESSED THAT UP
And then with Adrien, she’s outwardly rude, saying on speaker (I’m so glad he didn’t hear her) that he’s a school friend and that tell him that we’re not in school and that he should leave?! Like holy fucking shit, you really don’t know how to treat either personas of the boy with respect! You either obsessed and insist on dating and make creepy fantasies, or be extremely rude to their face!
And then when Chat Noir does what Ladybug told him, and respects and loves marinette so much to the point where he’s like “I am not taking advantage of you like this especially because you don’t know my identity” she legit starts screaming and crying about why everyone controls her and why she doesn’t get to choose who to love!
Marinette is exhibiting every single behavior chat had, to an even more extreme degree, that had people hating him and saying he can’t take no as an answer, and had the show constantly beat him up for!!! But when Marinette does it?! “Oh my god I’m so sorry I shouldn’t dictate who you love”
LIKE THE DOUBLE STANDARD IN THIS FUCKING SHOW SHES LITERALLY DOING ALL THE THINGS THAT PEOPLE AND THE SHOW CRITICIZED CHAT FOR BUT ITS OK BECAUSE SHES MARINETTE
And what’s the lesson from this episode kids? “They should do whatever makes them happy”. Not “hey maybe a civilian hero relationship would be dangerous” not “hey Marinette why are you super in love with me out of nowhere” or “hey Chat is right taking advantage of someone like this and getting into a relationship when one person holds more power over the other is a dangerous an unhealthy thing to do”
The lesson is that Marinette’s always right and whatever she feels right now is ok and right and everyone should listen to her always and forever and just be happy for her. Hooray.
Anyways adrien still manages to be more respectful and kind then marinette ever was (even just kindly asking where Marinette is, rather then immediately declaring his love, and being very cordial to ladybug, and not getting mad at her for flirting), Glaciator got akumatized over stupid shit but ok, and Plagg and Tikki be carrying the show (with the addition of Alya, marinette should not have screamed at my girl like this)
#miraculous ladybug#mlb fandom#adrien agreste#chat noir#marinette dupain cheng#ladybug#ml spoilers#ml season 5#ml rants#I swear if marinette acts rude to Adrien like this one more time
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You're Just Like Quicksand
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond
Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.
Chapters: 6/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)
Relationship(s): TBA
Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd
Chapter Six: Family Portrait (Terry McGinnis' POV)
I showered and changed into the pajamas Jason gave me. They were baggy, but they fit well enough. He sat in the living room, reading a book by the fireplace. I sat at the top of the stairs, watching him. “Terry, you can come downstairs whenever you’re through watching me,” Jason whispered. I stood up and looked over the stair rail.
“How’d you know I was here?” I questioned. Jason grinned upward at me.
“I heard you breathing,” Jason chuckled, “What’s the matter, Terry?”
“Jason, you don’t get a little messed up during these riots?” I asked. I had to admit that I was scared. I hated the riots in Gotham because there was no way to see if it was a meta-problem or a gang problem. A meta problem sometimes meant we were shut in the house for days. He shook his head.
“It gives me an excuse to sit up all night. I’ll put a good dent in this series,” Jason replied, “Wanna borrow the first issue?”
I nodded, and Jason pulled the first book from a stack on his living room table. I curled up on his couch and started reading. “Jason, thanks for letting me help with dinner. I had fun,” I replied. Jason grinned.
“I had fun too, Terry… You know you can do this with your father at home too?” Jason suggested. I know he meant well, but things were still weird with my dad. He didn’t get me like Jason did. I nodded, but I didn’t answer him. “It helps… Common ground between parents and their kids has to start somewhere, Terry.”
Jason returned to his book, and I read until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I woke up, tucked into bed with the book on the bedside table. I could hear Jason’s voice in the hallway. “Hi—. No, it's not like that. I'm safe. The generator's fine… Do they feed you enough? Of course, I love you and miss you… Yeah, I know. I'm glad you called… No, I'm not mad that you called. I was shocked… Hey, no… Don't do that. I understand," Jason's voice bride, "Don't worry about it. I'll see you as soon as I'm freed up… No, I—. I wanted you to call. I love you too. A million times more… A billion. Night night."
Once he hung up, I stepped into the hall, where I witnessed Jason crying with his forehead against the wall. "Jason, I didn't mean to listen, but I couldn't sleep," I whimpered. Something about seeing him cry twisted my stomach in knots. "Jason, I—. Please don't cry." I tugged at his sleeve and pulled him into a hug.
"I shouldn't—. Sorry that I woke you up," Jason sniffed as he collected himself.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I got a call from someone I love dearly. It's hard when you haven't seen someone in a long time. Sometimes it hurts to hear the kids’ voices," Jason confessed. “Want some cocoa?”
I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. Jason took a serving platter out of the pantry and filled a small pot with all his ingredients faster than I could sit down. “Is Tim your little brother?” I asked.
Jason chuckled and nodded. “I’m the third of six kids. But if we were talking order of when we were adopted-slash-acquired… I was his second child. He never completely figured out the whole parenting thing, but I was close to him when I was young,” Jason replied.
“You were adopted?” I asked. “Did you—? Sorry, that’s rude.”
“No, it’s fine. I am adopted. Technically twice adopted, but I didn’t know that until I was fifteen. I lived with my biological father and the woman I knew as my mother until they both passed, then I was adopted, and three and a half years later, I found out my mom wasn’t my biological mom… My biological mom left the country,” Jason answered honestly, “I met my biological mom once… and it took me over twenty-five years to process that. And that’s why I stress the importance of you trying to bridge the gap between yourself and your pop. He loves you so much, and he wants to see you. Warren wants to understand you. Some kids never get that in their parents… Trust me.” Jason turned away from the pot and smiled at me.
“What was your bio mom like?” I asked.
Jason turned his back. “I don’t speak ill of the dead, but I can speak to how our meeting affected me. Out of all the neglect, verbal abuse, and exploitation I experienced as a kid… The day I met my biological mother left me scarred physically and mentally in ways that my wife —God rest her soul— couldn’t even understand. Speaking of that, have you ever thought of therapy?” Jason asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with—.”
“I’m not saying that. Everyone tends to need therapy from time to time… I didn’t think I needed it, but I started going because my kids went… and it changed me. Made me more gentle, kind, and patient. I had to stop a few years back because I hit a wall… But it helped a lot,” Jason replied, “It’s not always fun, but it’s worth it if you put in the work.”
“Like going to the gym?” I half-joked. Jason nodded.
“Exactly like that,” Jason replied.
“Well, I’ll try it whenever you go back,” I joked. I didn’t mean to be hurtful, but he winced. “Jason, I didn’t—.”
“No, you’re right. It’s hypocritical of me to think that you’d give therapy a go when I’m actively avoiding it,” Jason replied, “But you can’t go contingent on my successes or failures. I’m your mentor, but I won’t allow you to make decisions based on what I do. You’re not a follower, Terry.” He was stern but sincere.
I didn’t argue with him, and I wasn’t angry with him. “Terry, I don’t mean to be hard on you. I like you. You remind me of someone… And I don’t wanna see you follow somebody right into an early grave. You’re a good kid, and I know you can be great if you put your mind to it,” Jason explained as he poured my cocoa into a mug before messing up my hair.
“You really do care, don’t you?” I asked. Jason nodded.
“So much,” Jason replied, “I hate to say it, but you remind me of how much fun I used to have with my kids… Even when they were getting in trouble.” That made me even more curious about his family. How could I be anything like his kids or his family? “Mostly, you remind me of myself when I was a kid… But you know that already. That’s how I know you’ll be alright if you learn to make your own decisions. You don’t have to follow in anyone’s footsteps. You understand me?”
“Yeah,” I replied as I sipped the cocoa he made. It was rich and warm, and it filled me with comfort. It was the feeling I used to get when I had fever chills as a kid, and my dad wrapped me in blankets fresh from the dryer. It made me want my dad. I wanted him so badly I thought I'd cry.
#fic#batfam#batman beyond au#yjlq fic#Jason Todd#Terry McGinnis#Warren McGinnis#Mary McGinnis#Matt McGinnis#Bruce Wayne#Original Character(s)#Protective Jason Todd#Good Sibling Jason Todd#Retired Jason Todd#Multiple POV#Hurt/Comfort#Parent-Child Relationships#Canon Divergent AU#Angst#Mourning Jason Todd
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Hey!! I had some dialogue bouncing in my head for a Rayllum s4 (the dragon prince) harsher fight scene, so I sort of just scribbled it out. This occurs when they find out that Soren hadn’t come back. Anything that doesn’t sound like canon has been shamelessly ignored for my idea, my apologies. It’s not fully fleshed and mostly dialogue focus but here it is :))
“A desperate silence hangs between them. Desperate for understanding, for each other. “I’m sorry Callum, okay? I didn’t know.”
Callum scoffs, smirking sarcastically. “You didn’t know?”
Rayla stares into his eyes. Is he serious right now? She furrows her eyebrows. “No, Callum. I didn’t know the Crown Guard wouldn’t be able to find his way through a bit of greenery.”
“It was dark out, Rayla!”
“He had a lamp!” Rayla lifts her arms defensively and it only takes a single look at Callum’s face to know she’d hit a minefield. In an attempt to pull this mess together, she starts, “I messed up, Callum, I’m-“
But he finishes. “What, Rayla? What, you’re sorry? You didn’t know what you know now? You’re going to fix it?” He adds the last bit in air quotes, turning around and pacing as his voice gets angrier. “Here’s the thing with you Rayla: you don’t know anything. But instead of waiting and learning and observing and paying attention to anything other than your own opinions—“
“‘Anything other than my own opinions’, are you kidding—“
—the great non-assassin just has to act instead!” And Callum is furious, and he’s more alive than she’s seen since two years ago. Maybe even since she’s known him. “You couldn’t even kill Viren if you saw him, Rayla.” His chest heaves back and forth, and he’s only a few feet away. “You left just to what? Get a sighting?”
Quietly, Rayla strides towards Callum and closes the gap. He softens a bit—-no less angry, but a little more hurt. She begins to open her mouth, yet becomes cut off again.
“And you know what, Rayla?” he asks, voice raspy.
She doesn’t want to take this. He has no idea. He has no idea why she does what she does, he didn’t bother to remember the full picture. Only the successful parts. The ones where everybody makes it out alive. She hates the fact that she’s about to be silent; about to let him finish off stabbing her with a knife of anger and pain. But the smallest voice inside her says to listen. Don’t be what he insists she is.
Gritting her teeth, she inhaled deeply as she asks, “What, Callum?”
“For all the so-called ‘protecting’ you did-“ He uses air quotes during protecting, as if he wasn’t standing here right now with two working legs. “I got hurt, anyways.”
Rayla chuckles dryly, hot air covering Callum’s face. “Nice speech, Callum. You know, I’m really glad you were able to say it. Unlike oh…what’s his name?” She snaps, mimicking effort to think of her fallen father. Of the endless, imaginative scenarios where he suffers mercilessly in each one. Of Ezran’s dad and Callum’s basically-dad. Who she indirectly killed by not acting fast enough. She tilts her head downward, returning Callum’s glare. “Oh, I know!” she says with faux enthusiasm. “Unlike Runaan. Or your dad. Or anyone who died because I waited, Callum. You know, me and all my great non-assassinating”
A lump forms in his throat, his eyes displaying a sudden unreadable pain. Taking a few steps back, he begins to speak. Though now it’s he who remains unheard as Rayla cuts him off.
“You’ve spent all this time being mad at me, Callum.” Her voice softens as she blinks back a few unexpected tears. “But I’d be—I am, ecstatic to have a choice between you being angry or alive. Everyday, I’d choose saving you over saving us.”
They stare at each other from a distance. Tears run down her face. Silence hangs between them.
Silence is all they have left to say.
#im in a bit of a grey area with tdp atm#but I still rlly like writing abt the whole rayllum situation is both fun and helping me improve dialogue#also I just wanted to write a fight scene#this isn’t made to waiver to either side but to express both sides#and look into their reasoning#the dragon prince#rayla tdp#rayllum#rayllum s4#the dragon prince season 4#callum tdp#tdp#me omw to ignore my other fic for this one#im coming back to owl house murder mystery tho#shroom writes
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I always thought it was weird that the thing Melvins defaulted to when they saw July criticism of Mike is "you're just mad your ship didn't happen" or "So Byler not being canon makes Mike a bad character? Stay mad." Because there's a large middle ground in between "Byler canon in vol 2" and "Mike ignoring Will crying in the van and saying his life started that day they met El in the woods."
If they weren't intending for Byler S5 endgame (which we know now that they are) then there is so much they could have done that didn't fit into one of those two extremes and still was written well, and so seeing all the (at the time) valid criticism be dismissed as just bitter shippers being bitter never sat right with me.
(I’m assuming this is in regard to the answered asked I linked in a couple of posts before this, so forgive me if I’m mistaken lol. That’s what I had in mind answering this).
Honestly? When I first walked into this fandom I didn’t even realize the things you listed were mlvn “talking points” until I saw them repeatedly in comments from vitriolic antis obsessed with ‘defending’ their ship / tearing down byler 😭 the first time I saw someone try to use me being critical of the writing to say that somehow meant mlvn endgame I laughed aloud, because the fact is (dare I admit this lmao) I was sold on those two breaking up more clearly after vol ii than I was Byler happening in S5 ☠️
That said—it is curious even now that people think engaging critically / having (at least somewhat objective) criticism for your media somehow means you don’t like what you’re criticizing, considering that (at least for me) it was the total opposite. It was my love for ST that made me invested enough to dig into why what happened in vol ii with WillElMike went down in the first place—and I’ve always been a firm believer in the “the most respectful thing you can do when engaging with an artist is to take their work seriously,” which was the respect I showed The Duffers by making an attempt to make sense of the “mess” they presented in Vol II.
To this day I think there might have been a few ways to make clearer their intent without giving the entire plot away—and I think The Duffers realize it too, considering they’ve admitted to hearing feedback from S4 and clarifying / reworking some things in S5 (if someone had that I’d love a link. I’m like 80% sure it was something for TUDUM) even though they do play stuff close to the chest. It’s not bad to admit a few things could have been clearer/tighter or even that it’s probably not great that it took most of even their most dedicated fans several months of reframing to make sense of their work, but I digress—the duffers aren’t perfect, even though they’ve written a great story + have a clear setup moving them into season 5. And that’s okay!
I’m more than willing to give them the benefit of the doubt now that I know what their intentions were—which is why I always tell people to listen to the creators more than the actors when it comes to understanding wtf is going on. When you listen to how they write / what they think about what’s going on, it becomes a lot clearer 1) where their interests lie and 2) what they are trying to get across in both the action and the subtext—which is how most bylers got to the sentiments we have now.
Thanks for the ask!
#I absolutely think the duffers are phenomenal writers but lmao#the way Mike had to get undermined entirely for two seasons for his ‘conformity + insecurity’ plot still kinda hurts LMAO#asks
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Ok don’t get me wrong I love stannarator as much as the next gay but canonically it would not work like at all. And not because the narrator is literally just a disembodied voice.
The narrator would definitely fall in love with Stanley without a doubt. He’s so obsessed with his own creation. Like so obsessed with Stanley. Take the zending for example the narrator could stop Stanley at anytime yet doesn’t. He has control of the doors and stuff right? Why couldn’t he just close the door behind Stanley when he waked into the zen room. Because he’s so determined to not mess up the story. He’s so invested in it that’s he willing to witness that over and over again instead of changing the story
But Stanley on the other hand would not. He despises the narrator. He goes to any length just to piss of the narrator. Like physical pain just to make him mad. He’s so petty. In the skip button ending he sits and listens to the narrator spiral himself to insanity. Yet he still hits the button.
If you couldn’t tell I’m very bias and I need to go back to my dark cave and continue reading fanfic
#tsp narrator#tsp stanley#the stanley palatable#tsp stanarrator#tsp skip button#tsp zending#tsp fanfic
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HIS CANON EVENT
DESCRIPTION: HIS CANON EVENT
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, GORY DETAILS, SAD CHRIS :(
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“ NO…” WAS THE FIRST THING THAT LEFT HIS MOUTH..
chris stared at the dismantled corpse in front of him, his body was shaking; he couldn’t breathe.. he couldn’t even form thoughts, for so long he thought his canon event was miya or peter dying.. a single person, a loved one he knew he would miss, ones that were regular people and had no correlation with his own spider man life. he didn’t count on his friend dying; the boy he had trusted with his life.. ever since they were kids. the only one who listened to his problems, and found a way to empathize; the only one who could make him laugh when he wanted to cry…
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the poor boy didn’t look the part, but this boy was chris’ right hand man; making sure he was okay whenever he had injuries. making sure he knew where the latest criminal was going to be, and conducting clever getaway plans so he didn’t end up dead up for giving one of the spider people a tip..
he was quite handy when it came to technology, he couldn’t hack as good as other people who were spiderman’s guy in the chair; but he was able to pitch in and help his friends when it came time to do so. he was always putting himself in danger, he was careless one too many times.. and this time it caused him his life.
“ GOD, MAN.. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU..?”
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how did he get caught this time? the way doc oc explained it to chris was gone, as when he saw his friend tied up, with tears down his face muffled screams against the gag that was tied too tight for comfort, the words doc oc.. or was it ock? chris had no idea, his eyes were stuck on his friend; as the boy shifted and move against his restraints.
the villain must’ve noticed chris’ lack of attentions towards her, as a low grumble leaving her lips as she addressed him by name; “ ya know spiderman… i heard your chore boy here.. loved to mess around with stuff he doesn’t understand… just wait until he sees how dangerous the world of technology is when you’re not careful.” she booped his nose; before hitting a button, and then using her robot tentacles to move out the way.
the fear in chris’ stomach prevented him from looking away; prevented him from doing anything.. until the first saw sliced away at the boy in front of him. his eyes widened as the boy’s left arm was cut into; so deep he saw the bone and the way he screamed, he had never.. seen his jaw open that far before..
had never… heard that scream of complete agony.. and he was just.. forced to watch. his body shaking, his eyes wide and that gut wrenching feeling that settled in his stomach, as if he had been punched there repeatedly.. seeing the blood slowly splatter on the floor as the moans and cries of agony filled his ears.
he couldn’t look anymore, he heard the limbs drop.. he heard the screams.. until.. one was cut short.. he didn’t dare open his eyes.. god he didn’t dare look at whatever happened to him..
“ chris… you know mikey hates it when you make passes at his momma why you keep tryna make that lil nigga mad?” the dreadhead spoke; a laugh leaving his lips
“ okay.. and his momma fine as fuck.. ima keep doing that shit until she realizes I’m the one for her.” chris huffed; his words made his friend chuckle.
“ i doubt she wants a twenty two year old, man” he spoke; as he looked down at his phone; his boyfriend, miles had just texted him “ oh fuck… my man just texted me, sorry.. he wants to go out to that new stupid gaming bar that just opened down the street from him”
“ a’ight man… say hi to his mama for me.. she fine as fuck too..”
“ nigga… i know.” the two boys shared a giggle before the younger of the two left with a wave of his hand..
why was chris just remembering that now? was it because that was the last time he saw his friend with all his body parts attached… ? the poor guy tried to steady his breathing; his body shaking, but his curiosity got the better of him..
slowly his head rose, and he was met with clementine’s decapited head staring back at him; the color drained from his face; his eyes rolled back, and his lips chapped.
chris didn’t think being spiderman would be this hard.. the door to his clear cage opened; and he reluctantly stepped out.. eyes following the rest of the pieces of his friend.. wait… his eyes landed on… what was left of his friend in the chair; was he wearing his shirt?
“ c’mon dude.. when am I getting my biggie smalls shirt back?” chris grumbled; he had loaned it to his friend.. to BORROW; because mayday has spilled her juice over the white tee the dreadhead had on earlier.
“ relax man.. I’ll get it back to you when I get back to you.. plus.. your shirts smell like vanilla.. and miles goes crazy over me smelling like vanilla.. make sure to tell me your secret.” he chuckled
chris mocked the chuckle before crossing his arms over his chest; “ mane im fucking serious. you better have my shit back to me soon, or else.”
chris didn’t think he wanted the shirt back.. anymore.
he wanted to wake up from this nightmare… as his eyes watered.. and vision blurred.. he couldn’t take his eyes off the dismantled corpse of his friend..
“ NO…” WAS THE FIRST THING THAT LEFT HIS MOUTH..
#across the spiderverse oc#spidersona#original writing#original character#my ocs#across the spider verse
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