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Title: The Parent Trap Fandoms: Batman (DC Comics) and Danny Phantom Ships: None AUs: Demon Twins Warnings: Character injury, discussions of death.

Summary: It was just an ordinary night on patrol until...

“We need an evac,” Dick said, cutting the chatter off, “bird down.”

“Spoiler, you’re the closest to the cave. Nightwing, who’s with you?” Barb asked, “And how bad is the injury?”

“Robin,” Dick replied with some confusion before adding on with confidence, “a leg injury, we’re pretty sure it’s broken.”

“Robin?” Tim couldn’t help blurting out, looking over at Damian next to him, perched on his bike in full Robin costume. “But here’s right here, with me.”

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Damian had been acting strange for the week or so. Rather, Robin had been acting strange for the last week. Not many people actually lived full time in the manor anymore, but everyone agreed that during the day he was his usual self. During patrols, however, he was simply a little… off. Like tonight for instance: Batman was away from Gotham on official Justice League business and Nightwing had agreed to cover his usual patrol route; normally Robin would tag along with Nightwing, giving the excuse that he needed to make sure Dick did the route correctly while everyone knew the demon brat really just wanted to spend more time with his favorite brother. But tonight…

“I will be joining you on your case, Drake.”

“You will?” Tim asked skeptically. Dick had already suited up and left, yet instead of scrambling to go catch up here Damian was, already all suited up, demanding to join Tim of all people.

“You are doing a stake out for street racers, correct? What will you do when they inevitably split to lose you?”

He sadly had a point, having someone else there would help. “Are you going to stab me?”

Robin didn't say anything, simply stood there and stared Tim down.

After standing there for a full minute, Tim sighed and headed for the vehicle bay, Robin hot on his heels. Without another word they donned helmets and slung legs over their bikes. Weird, but not unheard of, just another thing that was a little off. Not that Tim was entirely unhappy, he wanted a chance to observe Damian’s behavior. Even if he thought Dick was more likely to get Damian to open up.

…

And Tim was bored. The first half of patrol was quiet and uneventful, the street racers hadn’t shown up at their usual time/place yet, and Damian hadn’t said a damn thing the whole night. It’d just been the two of them riding around, not finding anything that needed their attention, and just being… normal. At least the usual chatter from the others was there to keep him company.

“We need an evac,” Dick said, cutting the chatter off, “bird down.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Spoiler, you’re the closest to the cave. Nightwing, who’s with you?” Barb asked, “And how bad is the injury?”

“Robin,” Dick replied with some confusion before adding on with confidence, “a leg injury, we’re pretty sure it’s broken.”

“Robin?” Tim couldn’t help blurting out, looking over at Damian next to him, perched on his bike in full Robin costume. “But here’s right here, with me.” The shadows around them grew deeper, seemed to sharpen.

“What? No, I’m looking right at him.”

“Well so am I!”

“I’ve got your cams up and… well shit,” Barb murmured.

“Oracle,” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? said into the quiet comms, a hand up to his helmet, “send me Nightwing’s location.”

“Robin,” Oracle started, only to be interrupted.

“We’re in sector 36,” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? replied, going so far as to give longitude and latitude coordinates and a description of the building roof they’re on.

“Copy that,” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? said before revving his bike’s engine and taking off.

Tim would never admit to nearly losing him due to sheer shock. Too busy screaming “What the fuck” in his own head to remember he needed to follow, but follow he did. This… this might explain Damian’s strange behavior over the past couple weeks. If there was an imposter running around with them, but they would have surely noticed, right?

“We can’t have everyone abandoning their patrols!” Barb said in clear frustration. Heard clearly because the chatter was still gone, nothing but dead silence. You would think everyone would be demanding answers, peppering the Robins with non-stop questions. Hell, Tim wanted to, but he was too busy keeping his bike under him as he chased after his Robin.

“Red Robin and I are on motorcycles,” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? told Barb, “which means we have the small vehicle first aid kits, including analgesics, splints, and extra bandages.”

“We could use the splints,” Dick said faintly.

“And doing first aid before evac arrives means less time faffing about once Spoiler arrives.”

Tim nearly crashed, barely righting his bike. To hear Damian’s voice say “faffing about” was just… weird. Does that mean Tim’s Robin was the imposter?

“You all are faffing about right now,” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? grumbled before hissing.

“Stay still,” Dick chided.

Okay, so maybe “faffing” was a phrase Damian had recently learned from a classmate or something, Tim sure didn’t know. And oh thank god, they must have arrived. Damian? Robin? Some imposter? was parked on the sidewalk, helmet already off and just pulling the field kit from the bike’s storage. He didn’t even spare Tim a glance, simply looked up at the very tall building, looked down at his grapple, shrugged, put the grapple away, and then lifted off the ground and into the air.

“Shit,” Tim said softly but with feeling.

“What?” Barb asked, clearly very tense.

“I think my Robin was the imposter, he just flew up the building. Like Kryptonian flew.” Is this Jon? Were he and Damian pulling a Bruce and Clark? Except it couldn’t be, Jon had started packing on muscles while Damian was still in the lanky growing-taller-before-filling-out stage.

“Really, akhi?” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? asked in exasperation.

“Hey, the jig is well and truly up at this point,” Damian? Robin? Some imposter? replied.

Okay, that was really weird to hear in Damian’s voice. And oh wait, maybe Tim should get up there too.

“Oh shit, there really is two of them!” Dick said in shock. “Uh… hello there… other Robin?”

“Hello Nightwing, I brought the kit. I…” Damian paused, then sighed into the comm, “akhi, what did you do?”

Damian tsked, “Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Your leg is broken!” Damian yelled.

“Did you see that with your x-ray vision?” Damian asked.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not Kryptonian,” Damian replied. “I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“Sure sound Kryptonian,” Tim muttered under his breath. The Robin that flew had slipped into a faint Midwestern drawl that reminded him of Clark.

“Can you just give me the kit?” Dick asked both warily and wearily.

“Right, yes. Here.”

Tim had made it onto the roof by that point, just in time to watch one of the Robins hand over the kit to Nightwing before kneeling next to the other Robin, who had his leg stretched out in front of him while he sat half propped up on his elbows. The laying down Robin (the real one? The one that hasn’t shown any meta powers yet, anyway. Is one of them the real Robin or were they both imposters?) let himself fall fully on his back and held a hand out. The meta(?) Robin kneeled next to him and took his hand. “You’re going to be okay.”

“I am more worried about you, you’re not used to this.”

“Yeah, normally I’m the only one getting hurt, and I usually don’t have bones when that happens.” Imposter Robin laughed at that.

“What the fuck?” Tim said under his breath, what does that mean?

“Focus,” Dick chided as Tim came to join him in tending to Damian’s(?) injury.

“Batcopter ETA five minutes,” Barb said. “Agent A has the medbay prepped.”

Imposter Robin flinched at that. Odd.

“Focus,” Dick hissed. “Save the mystery for after we get our downed bird home.”

Tim almost pointed out they couldn't be sure either Robin was even the real one, but a scathing look from Dick that burned even through the domino white outs had Tim snapping his mouth shut. Instead he nodded and set about helping Dick set and splint Robin's leg.

Steph arrived right on time, between Dick, imposter Robin, and Tim they got the real(?) Robin loaded onto the batcopter. Then the imposter pulled something from his costume and tossed it at Dick.

“Keys?” Dick asked.

“We gotta get Robin's bike back to the cave somehow.” He hopped into the batcopter and settled next to the injured Robin.

Dick held out the keys, “And as Robin shouldn’t-”

“No,” the imposter interrupted. “I’m not leaving him.”

Seems it was Tim’s turn to be the voice of reason. He put a hand on Dick’s shoulder, “Robin trusts him, we’ll meet them back at the cave in a minute.” If the injured Robin even was the real Damian, if the imposter didn’t use his unknown powers to escape, if any slew of unpredictable situations. Holy hell, Tim could see why Bruce was so paranoid about knowing everything about everyone. He’d be in the middle of three panic attacks and an existential crisis on top of a heart attack if he were here right now. But he wasn’t, thankfully. Instead Tim pulled Dick away from the batcopter so Steph could take back off and head to the cave.

Soon Dick and Tim were on their respective bikes, Nightwing looking ridiculous on Robin’s candy apple red paint job, and were zooming through the streets at a pace that was while fast still gave Tim time to actually think. He went back over everything the two Robins had said since Nightwing had called in for an evac. And then it hit him.

“Akhi.”

“What about it?” Dick asked.

“It’s what they called each other.”

“Brother,” Cass added in her soft voice.

“Right, in Arabic. They called each other brother. And recently Robin told us about his twin brother.”

“Are you telling us that Robin’s twin brother came back from the dead and decided to just… join us on patrol?” Dick asked in disbelief.

“He told us several weeks ago, and has been acting odd on patrol for nearly two weeks now. If when he told us was when he found out, or at least started planning this, then they had a few weeks for Robin to give his twin a crash course on us before pulling this stunt.”

There was muffled laughter in the comms, but Tim wasn’t sure who.

“But why?” Oracle asked.

“A prank?” Dick asked.

“A test of some kind,” Tim said in a monotone. There was a double tap on the comm, Cass’s form of nonverbal agreement.

“The batcopter has arrived back at the cave,” Oracle informed them. Everyone else grew quiet, waiting for whatever was about to happen to happen.

“... -nk went too far,” Damian (or his twin?) was saying into the comm.

“TT, it did not,” Damian replied.

“You couldn’t taste their emotions,” okay that was the twin, and what a weird way to phrase that, “they were really scared.”

“You like the taste of fear.”

Wow, Damian, really not helping with how creepy your long dead twin is being.

“Well yeah, obviously, it’s delicious. That doesn’t mean it’s okay to go around purposefully scaring your family.”

Fear is delicious?!

“What does it matter? As you said, ‘the jig is up’ and the prank is over. We will have to explain ourselves when the others arrive.”

“Others like me?” Steph asked cheerfully.

“Great, time for the great bat interrogation,” the twin said with exactly zero enthusiasm.

“Not until Master Damian has been seen to,” Alfred said. Tim could just see the raised eyebrow.

Tim tuned the rest out as those actually in the cave set about the logistics of getting Damian moved to the medbay.

“He can taste fear?” Tim asked incredulously.

“You know as much as the rest of us,” Dick said back.

“Does that make him an empath? He said he’s not Kryptonian, would that make his power suite closer to a Marian? Wait, neither Talia nor Bruce have the meta gene, how’d he even get powers?”

“Maybe he got them from the Lazarus Pits?”

There was a snort in the comms, “Then why didn’t I get powers?”

“Hood? What’re you doing on our comms?” Dick sounded far too delighted.

“I have an alert set up for whenever your chatter stops, it’s always a bad sign.”

“Fair enough, you heading to the cave to meet the demon brat’s long lost twin?”

There was a scoff from Jason, “Of course!”

“Everyone’s headed for the cave,” Oracle said with a tone of defeat.

“Stuck in ops?” Dick asked.

“Well someone has to keep an ear on things while the rest of you get to go have fun.”

“We’ll keep our comms on.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

Tim and Dick both laughed at that. Fortunately they arrived back at the cave at that point, quickly parking their bikes and all but running over to the medbay. Steph was standing just outside the door, clearly keeping an eye on things while Alfred and the twin fussed over Damian. Tim and Dick went to go join Steph at the door, none of them willing to risk Alfred’s wrath should they get in his way. Cass joined them shortly after, all four staring as Alfred finished up what he could do for Damian. The demon brat was laid out on a medical cot, his costume set to the side, down to just the thin layer worn under the armor, mask already removed.

“Leslie has been called, she’ll be here in the morning with the necessary supplies. I’m afraid you will have to remain here until then, Master Damian.”

Damian tsked, but otherwise said nothing.

“And now I do believe we are all owed an explanation.” Alfred turned ever so slightly as his attention turned to Damian’s twin.

Damian responded by struggling in his bed.

“What are you doing, akhi?” the twin asked, clearly exasperated.

“I will be sitting up for this,” Damian snarled.

Without a word Alfred handed Damian the bed’s controls, allowing him to slowly raise himself into a reclined sitting position. Alfred raised a brow as if to ask if that would do, Damian only glowered at the wall.

The twin started pulling his domino off. Damian tsked yet again and handed his twin a wipe to help pull the mask off. “Ancients,” the twin said, which Dick mouthed in confusion, “you lot sure do love your theming. And I thought the ghosts had it bad.”

“Ghosts?” Tim mouthed, exchanging quick, confused glances with Dick.

“So yeah, hi. I’m Danny, Damian’s long lost twin.” The twin, now known as Danny, said with a little wave after he got the domino off. And there was no denying that he was Damian’s twin, he had Damian’s face in every feature save his eyes. While Damian clearly had Talia’s eyes, Danny’s were all Bruce.

“Everyone, this is my brother, Danyal Al Ghul Wayne.”

“Legally not my name anymore.”

“Legally?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, I got adopted!” Danny grinned again, all sunshine and cheer that was so wrong when he had Damian’s face.

Tim snorted, Bruce’s kid had been adopted. Oh things just got complicated but the irony of Brucie being on the other end of a kid getting adopted was still a fun kind of irony. Or maybe Tim had gotten to the everything-is-hilarious stage of sleep depravation.

“So what is your legal name?” Dick asked.

“Um… I’m not sure I should tell you that.” Danny fidgeted nervously. “Not yet anyway. I mean, Bruce… uh… our father? Isn’t here and like… shouldn’t he be told? Too? Or first? Honestly I’d rather just be able to tell everyone at the same time rather than having to go over the whole thing every time someone new walks in the door.”

As if he had timed it to happen that way, Jason came roaring into the cave on his bike. There was a collective sigh as everyone crowding around the outside of the door knew they’d have to wait for Jason to get there before things could continue, even if he had been listening in along with Oracle on his way in.

Danny’s face lit up as Jason, still wearing his full Red Hood gear, came into view. He whooped and threw both hands in the air as he ran out the door, somehow not even touching any of the vigilantes crowded in the way.

Jason stopped dead, his own hands raised up halfway in front of him as if unsure what to do. Danny just slapped both of Jason’s with his own in a kind of low five, then bounced excitedly in place. “Undead solidarity, yeah!”

“Uh… what?” Jason’s modulated voice asked in its usual monotone.

“I’ve been dying to meet you!”

“Heh, have you? Were you dead set on meeting the best?”

Damian groaned, “Stop encouraging Danyal’s insipid sense of humor.”

“Yeah, you’re the best!” Danny continued as if Damian hadn’t said a thing, “My favorite new brother!”

Dick gasped and clutched his chest.

Jason pointed at him and laughed as he slung an arm over Danny’s shoulders. “I see you are a kid of taste. How do you feel about Jane Austen.”

Danny winced, “My dude, I’m a guy in high school.”

“And so was I once, but we can’t all have my impeccable taste.” He started walking Danny back over to the medbay. “Anyway, Bruce shouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, we really going to wait that long for the whole story?”

Danny winced, then cursed quietly under his breath. “We’ll have to, something just came up.”

Everyone frowned at that, “What do you mean?” Damian asked.

“The real deal got into a fight and uh… they’re pretty strong. I think I’m gonna need to recombine.”

“What?” Jason said, it was hard to tell if the flatness was his own voice or the modulator.

“Oh uh… I’m a… what’s that word again… doppelganger! That’s it. The main body’s back home and,” he winced again, a bruise blooming across his cheek in real time. No, in double time, it was like watching a time lapse of a bruise blooming and slowly starting to heal. “Look, having my attention and powers split like this is normally fine, a good way to keep my powers in check for fighting normal humans actually. But uh… let’s see… I think I’m fighting Plasmius?”

“We don’t know who that is,” Damian said with a sigh. “He keeps saying names of people or things like I’ll know what it means.”

“It means I can’t afford to have my attention and powers split over two bodies, so I’m about to poof. Sorry. But I’ll be back tomorrow, summon me after school Dami?”

“Summon?” Everyone but the twins asked in confusion.

“Of course, Danyal. Good luck fighting your rogue.”

“I think the fruit loop counts as my arch nemesis, unfortunately. But I gotta sorta slide back, can’t have all of tonight’s memories and my half of the power hit me all at once. This might look a little freaky, but it’s normal and I’m fine I promise.”

Jason unslung his arm from Danny’s shoulder and took a step to the side. They all gawked as Danny closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, his breath frosting in what should be warm air. His face, the only part of him not covered by the Robin costume, started to go invisible at the same time his skin and hair started to gray. Then he was gone and the costume was left behind, slumping to the floor in a pile.

Everyone stood there for a moment, staring at the colorful pile of armor, then they all turned to look at Damian.

“TT, don’t ask me. I still don’t have a full list of everything he can do.”

---

Tim, along with everyone else, was at the manor the next afternoon. And he did mean everyone, even Kate, Harper, and Cullen were there. Hell, even Jason was there, on time no less. Damian had put “17:30 sharp” in the family (minus Bruce) chat and they knew he meant it. They were crowded into one of the larger sitting rooms, every chair filled save a chaise lounge that had been reserved for Damian. The boy of the hour arrived right on time, with five minutes leeway to set everything up.

“So tell me again who you want to introduce us to, chum?” Bruce asked as he followed behind Damian. Alfred brought up the rear, a plate of fresh cookies in hand.

“I haven't told you yet, Father. Have some patience, it will all make sense soon.” Damian settled on the lounge, setting his crutches to lean against it before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small metal container, he popped it open and pulled out what appeared to be a bright green handkerchief. Very bright green, possible letting off light, neon toxic green. Duke made a soft surprised sound. Damian spread the cloth out on the coffee table in front of him and smoothed it out.

“Damian,” Bruce said carefully, “what is that?”

“A summoning circle, obviously.”

Wait, Danny was serious about being summoned?

“Can… can you even summon living people?” Dick leaned over from where he was perched on the couch’s arm to whisper to Cass, who was perched behind Tim on the couch’s back. Tim and Cass both shrugged.

“Damian, dealing with the occult is very dangerous.”

“It’s quite safe, Father.” Damian pointed down at the white markings on the handkerchief, “Since all the sigils are on here permanently there is no chance of making a mistake drawing them by hand. This group here is his name, this circle can summon one person and one person only. The rest of these are for protection. And this spot here,” Damian tapped on a small circle within the outer ring, “is to activate it. It does require a single drop of blood, it was the safest way to make the circle.”

“Blood?” Bruce asked flatly.

“It will make sense when I call him, do you trust me?”

“I’m not sure I trust whoever this “him” is,” Bruce grumbled.

“But do you trust me, Father?”

Bruce sighed, “You promise whoever this is means us no harm?”

“Of course, I promise.”

“I met the young man last night,” Alfred said as he placed the plate of cookies in the circle. “I found him to be polite and sincere.”

“So this is to do with whatever happened last night that I can’t get any of you to tell me about?”

“We want to explain it ourselves,” Damian said firmly. Then he pulled out a batarang and carefully poked a finger. “Blood of my blood, I call forth the spirit of my brother, Danyal.” He touched the drop of blood to the handkerchief, which lit up as the air around them shifted.

A figure began floating up from the circle, glowing white hair that waved as if they were under water, ashen skin, glowing Lazarus green eyes, a wide smile filled with sharp fangs. This… this wasn’t Danny, was this? The figure seemed to be wearing some kind of black jumpsuit, white gloves picking up the plate of cookies as they passed through the plate. They had no legs, after the belt the body just continued in a long tapering tail that ended like whisps of smoke. They were glowing, they were slightly see through! What was going on?

This wasn’t the boy they’d met last night.

“Father, my brother. Danyal, our father.” Damian paused, then added on, “And the rest of our family.”

“Hi,” the figure chirped, then seemed to shrink into himself as he looked around. “I uh… prefer to be called Danny. The only people who full name me are usually trying to kill me. Or send me to detention.”

That was Damian’s, or rather Danny’s voice alright. Even still had the faint midwestern drawal.

“Why do you look so different?” Dick asked in shock.

“It’s… a long story. Which I’m supposed to tell everyone.” Danny shrunk further into himself, looking miserable. “Please stop being so scared.”

“They are simply adjusting to your unfamiliar form, they will get over it,” Damian said firmly, glaring at everyone in the room.

“It’s not just fear, Dami, they’re horrified.”

“Sit down, eat your cookies. Alfred worked hard on those.” Damian patted the empty space next to him on the chaise lounge.

Danny turned and spun in place to sit down, looked down at where his tail was curled up under him, made a sour face, then the tail was suddenly replaced by a pair of legs tucked under him. He shoved a cookie into his mouth, now sporting normal teeth from what little Tim could see. “S’good,” Danny slurred, glancing over at Alfred who merely nodded his approval.

“Some time ago,” Damian started, as if that wasn’t the most vague way to start, “I summoned Danyal the first time. I am aware it was foolish, I will not hear about it.”

“I called him dumb already,” Danny added in. “I mean, I had to go find someone to explain how the circles work and what makes them safe or dangerous first, but yeah, I called him dumb. Then I had some friends help me make this,” Danny reached over and tapped the handkerchief, “then I went to three trusted uh… mentors? I guess I’d call them? And made sure with each of them this thing is legit before giving it to Dami.”

Bruce hadn’t moved, still standing in front of the coffee table, slack jawed, staring blankly down at Danny and Damian.

“Is he okay?” Danny stage whispered to Damian.

“Perhaps keeping it a surprise was not the optimal option.”

That seemed to snap Bruce out of it, “I think I need to sit down.”

Dick hopped up to guide Bruce to the nearest open seat, which happened to be the chaise lounge. Danny quickly flew up and moved to float cross legged in the air just on the other side of Damian, as if he were sitting in some invisible chair. He munched another cookie before offering the plate to Damian, who took a cookie for himself.

Once Bruce and Dick had settled back down, Damian decided to continue the story. “More recently I needed to do a covert investigation, but I couldn’t allow any of you know.”

“You what?” Bruce asked, clearly upset.

“I know, he still hasn’t even told me what it was. And I had to cover for him!” Danny sounded so offended.

“I had Danyal take my place in patrol while I was away.”

“When?” Bruce asked, voice dipping down as he leveled a steely glare at Damian.

“You never noticed, I think that speaks for itself. So as a test-”

Cass and Tim bumped fists.

“-Danyal has been joining us on patrols for the last twelve days.”

“Almost made it the full two weeks too,” Danny said airily. “That reminds me, you owe me fifty bucks.”

“What? No!” Damian shot back angrily. “They found out before the two weeks were up, clearly I won that bet and you owe me!”

“They didn’t figure it out, that part of the bet is a draw at best for you. No, the fifty is because you’re the reason they found out. It seems awfully suspicious you got into some kind of accident right before the deadline, how did you break your leg again?”

“I did not break my leg on purpose just to win a meaningless bet!”

“Okay, both of you need to calm down,” Bruce said, looking unsure if he needed to step between the two squabbling boys. “You… had a bet?”

“I bet fifty bucks I wouldn’t give myself away before the two weeks were up, Damian bet fifty bucks you’d figure me out before two weeks. And they didn’t figure it out.” Danny turned to glare at Damian as he said that last part.

“Fine,” Damian conceded with a pout. “I shall venmo you your winnings.”

The ghost floating in front of them has a venmo. The ghost floating in front of them has a use for US currency. What is going on? Is Tim hallucinating?

Damian’s pout deepened, “I am still disappointed in you all for not noticing a whole extra person joining our patrols.”

“In my defense, I don’t patrol with you guys,” Duke joked.

“In our defense, we were suspicious,” Tim added.

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Damian, we had no way of even expecting you to switch places with your long lost dead twin.” Bruce paused, then looked over at Danny. “How did you pull that off? No offense Danny, but you are very easy to tell apart right now.”

“Oh, that’s because I can do this.” A bright flash of light washed over Danny, changing him back to the boy Tim had met the night before, only wearing baggy casual clothes instead of brightly colored armor.

Duke yelped and covered his eyes, “A little more warning next time? Damn, that was bright!”

“Oops, sorry.”

“Oh thank god, I was so worried,” Steph murmured from next to Tim.

“Well that was flashy,” Dick said.

Bruce seemed broken again, staring at the now living, black haired, blue eyed boy sitting cross legged in the air next to Damian.

“Okay, so what the fuck was all that?” Jason asked, motioning to Danny. “Are you dead or aren’t you? Because you don’t look dead right now.”

“Neither do you,” Danny snarked back.

“I’m not dead though.”

“You sure?”

“Not anymore,” Jason said stubbornly.

“No one ever comes all the way back, not anyone who was dead dead.”

“Please stop,” Bruce begged. Dick whimpered in agreement.

Danny ducked into his shoulders again, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Since it would be inconvenient for Robin to be missing at the same time I have a broken leg,” Damian said as a clear subject change, “and we have a perfect stand in who’s already proven himself in the field, Danyal has kindly offered to cover for me for the next few nights.”

“I managed to soup Plasmius last night, so that gives me two, three days max of not having to worry about his schemes. My friends can cover for me during the night so long as I’m still back home during the day. Unless a rabid ancient show up, anyway.”

“What does any of that even mean?” Tim begged.

“We could use some context,” Dick added.

“Right, I guess this is when the life story portion starts,” Danny said with a sigh.

“Perhaps you would prefer to talk over dinner?” Alfred asked from the room’s doorway.

“Dinner sounds great!” Danny cheered as he hopped to his feet, now firmly on the floor. “I’m not sure talking about dying and coming back is the best dinner conversation though,” Danny said absently as he and Bruce helped Damian to his feet.

“Alfred usually has a strict no work talk at the dinner table rule,” Tim teased.

“I think he can make an exception for someone’s life story,” Duke laughed. There were several murmurs of agreement.

“Alright, well I guess we can start with the first time I died,” Danny said as the group slowly filed out of the sitting room and towards the dining room.

#nenna writes #fanfiction #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dc comics #batman #batfam #demon twins au #danny and damian are twins #i like the parent trap trope okay?#it's soooooo much fun #poor brucie is having a heart attack thre panic attacks and an existential crisis #and that's before basically getting told jason's still dead

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they're more than worthy of me. – miles 42 x reader

nobody ever has a perfect life, let alone a perfect love life, but when you were with miles, everything felt just right. he loved you with a love that wasn't overbearing or possessive, he gave you your space when you needed it and supported you from the sidelines in every endeavor you dared to try. you didn't stand out much though, really, you blended in quite well into the background. you were used to not being recognized or acknowledged immediately, and you were fine with it—though you were confused why recently, a few of your classmates were acting a little mean to you.

you never harbored any ill will towards these people—as far as you were concerned, you doubt that more than half of these kids would even remember your name. every time you approached a classmate of yours for a question, they'd immediately walk away the minute you walked over to them, others would ask you in sarcastic voices if you couldn't even do something so simple with a smile that tried to get you thinking they meant no harm when in reality, they wanted you away from them. you couldn't even pretend and think that they were just busy or being realistic—that you should be able to do something as simple as the question to an activity that you were stumped on, but you couldn't—this was because a lot of those classmates of yours adored miles.

they liked miles and having his attention on them, angry if anyone else were to get his attention away from them. before you entered the picture, they were all over him—devoted and loved him like a friend, some had loved him in more than just a friendly way, but none of his friends and admirers in your class took it very kindly when they noticed you and miles getting along a bit too well back then; when you two became a thing, everything just got worse. miles still hangs out with some of these people, though he doesn't consider them his friends—tonight, he'd be attending a party of theirs with ganke, with you opting to stay behind and catch up on school works.

late at night, as you were finishing up your studying session, you got a text from miles, asking you to come down and meet him by your front door. you got up from your chair and walked down to your front door, and there he was, battered and bruised in the face—looking into your eyes with hurting in them. you asked him in worried stammers about what happened to him, who did this to him, if he was even okay. you checked his face all over, and when you saw the backs of his hands, they were reddened and scarred, you couldn't tell if the blood was his or someone else's, because you knew this was no accident that happened to him—he got into a fight, a serious one.

"miles, what happened?" you asked him in a shuddering voice, with miles bringing his red, bloody knuckled hands to your shoulders and wrapped you in his arms. he didn't answer you quite yet as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as his initial response. "how could they not accept that i love you?" he murmured as you gently placed your hands on his back, reciprocating his hug despite your confusion. "i... miles, what?" "ganke told me he heard a bunch of the guys at the party talking shit about you behind my back. i... i confronted them, asked them why they said what they said, but the last thing they wanted to do was cooperate and be honest. so i... i did some things i wasn't proud of. i'm sorry, i'm just so sick of people hurting you all for my sake–you deserve better, mi cielo..." he whispered as you pulled away from him, watching the tears form in his eyes as he frowned up at you amidst the cuts and bruises on his face.

you brought him into your house and sat him down on the couch, hurriedly getting him a first aid kit to treat his wounds. you wrapped his knuckles up in gauze, with him mindlessly following your hands with his gaze–him taking in all the gentle and softness of your touch. "i'm sorry, again, mi vida. i shouldn't... i should've handled it better." miles apologized to you again as you were tying up the gauze on his hand. "love..." you called out to him, placing your hand on top of his with concern and love filling your gaze. "i'm just glad you're alive and well. i wish you didn't have to get hurt or hurt anyone, but... i'm glad you love me enough to defend me like you did even though i wasn't there." you said in a quiet voice, smiling up at him with tears in your own eyes, matching the tears in his as he looked back at you and nodded, his lower lip quivering.

"i'd do it all again, and more, for you–mi cielo. i swear, you... you won't ever shed another tear... because of another person being an asshole to you–i can't not love you, cielo, i can't..." miles murmured with a cracking voice as he got more vulnerable. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close as he sobbed, muttering to you how he'd love you forever, that much would never change–no matter if the multiverse demanded you two cannot be, he'd make a world for just the two of you, even if everyone else would disagree.

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purpleanimeturtle · 7 months

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Pretty Boy

Bruv, I am sleeping over at a friends house tonight, and I pulled this out of my ass. Legit 967 words, the last one was over 700 and I told myself that I didn't want to go more than that but here we are.

T.W. Angst , swearing, and Scream.

Donnie P.O.V.

As the night drew on, my family gradually retreated to their rooms. Starting with Splinter, we don’t know when he left, but he did. Next was Leo, she was worried about how everyone would act tomorrow and convinced Mikey to also go around 10pm. Raph stayed until 12ish.

Leaving me with the one and only Casey Jones.

The only light in the lair was the T.V. playing some horror movie that we had seen several times already, in all honesty I think that Casey fell asleep awhile ago from how still and quiet he was.

“So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Why? You wanna ask me out?”

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

I sigh, no matter how many times I see this movie I can’t get over the fact that she lied about not having a boyfriend and then he got killed like, instantly.

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Because I want to know who I'm looking at.”

“What did you say?”

“I want to know who I'm talking to.”

“That's not what you said.”

“What do you think I said?”

Click.

The room turned pitch black as the only source of light went out, so did the sounds of the 1996 horror movie, leaving me with the dripping water and sounds of cars above ground.

“Casey?” I whispered harshly only to get a small “hm” in response.

“Dumb ass, get up, I think someone cut the power or something.” I nudged the lump of blankets as I stood up, my knees popping from sitting on the floor for so long. Casey however didn’t make any attempts to move.

So I figured that it would be alright if I took things into my own hands, literally picking him up and placing him in front of me. Only for him to hit the ground with a loud thump.

“Dee?” He muttered, sleep still apparent in his voice. “Wait, why is it so dark?”

I heard him shuffle from his blankets that stayed on top of him even on the floor.

“Something happened to the power.” I explained as Casey stood up fully, “we need to find out what’s up with it.”

The human snickered, “got too scared to go alone huh Don? Needed big ol’ Casey Jones to help ya?”

He reached his arm forward a few times before it made contact with me, when it did he pulled the rest of himself to close the gap, leaning most of his weight on me. His hands were soft. How did he keep his hands so soft? He went on patrol and trained with us while still juggling hockey and basically caring for his little sister.

“Riiight.” I said sarcastically. I had forgotten how he asks when tired, extra. Extra everything. “Let’s get to my lab, then we should be able to see what’s up.” I started walking with my muscle memory guiding the two of us to the place that I spent most of my time.

The door slightly creaked as I pushed it open, I smiled at the familiar smell of my lab. Luckily some of my projects offered an ethereal light to the room and its belongings. Not so luckily however, there was a thin layer of smoke that surrounded the desk with all of my chemicals.

“Sorry Casey, I’ve been working on this project for a few days and-” I looked at the limp boy still wrapped around me. “-And you're asleep. Wonderful. Idiot.” I whispered as I set him down in one of my spare chairs before walking away to go to the breaker.

A few minutes passed with me trying to figure out what was going on before the almost silence was broken.

“Do you really mean it?” Casey’s voice was still exhausted, but now there was something else in it. It sounded raw and harsh, but there was still something softer than normal.

“Idiot, you will have to be more specific.”

“That.” His voice broke. “Do you really think that I’m an idiot?”

I looked in his direction, his face looked softer through the smoke even if it was now red and his eyes were puffy.

“Jones.”

“I don’t mean it whenever I say it, you're really smart and strong and, and-” His voice broke as the unwelcomed tears started flowing. “Do you remember what I said the other day?” A sniff. “During patrol?” He sounded hopeless, told you he was extra when he was tired.

I took a deep breath as I walked closer but stopped to take a sip of coffee that I had left out earlier, it was cold now but still tasted good enough.

“Casey, I think you should go back to sleep.”

“Donnie.” He begged.

My body moved on its own and pulled him into a hug, of which he accepted immediately, holding me tight and stuffing his face into the crook of my neck as he continued to cry. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know what I was doing.

The teen kept crying as I started to run my fingers through his hair, but slowed down as I started the sing. I knew he liked the song but I didn't have the words memorized so I mainly mumbled it.

Leo used to do this for me, but lately she didn’t have the time.

His breathing slowed and I realized he had fallen back asleep. I wanted to get off of the chair to leave him alone but his arms remained tight on me. So, rather than bothering Casey I opted to stay with him, for his comfort of course! Not because he was warm, and I didn’t have enough strength to get up. Of course not.

God, I hate Pretty boys.

Like I said, I pulled this out of my ass at 10pm last night, my laptop was like 9% and we were watching Be Cool Scooby Doo. Still hope you enjoyed it, there will be even spookier chapters soon. Excpect a short chapter next though.

#casey jones #caseytello #donatello #jonatello #named after songs #tmnt 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012

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colderdrafts · 1 month

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wait, wait!!

the creature is acting and talking in such annoying way that they get in reader's nervous, so the reader starts saying snarky things back and talking about how morgan is the best partner they could over have (and I don't know what else im just giving out ideas im terrible at writing dialogue lol)

(Continuation of another ask! When you finally get Morgan a night out and someone gives you a hard time about it) Love this idea. A little piece for this scenario below. R takes defensive positions :)

The idle conversations have started up around you again. Finally.

It’s always too eerily quiet when you and Morgan first arrive somewhere. At least until people realize that you’re not going to attack anyone. Now, you just need to relax, too.

The inside of the tavern is fairly standard of the common-folk world. Craftsmanship of the facilities are wooden and rustic, having several spots for comfortable seating. There’s a single bar managed by a large hare-woman, a scent of inebriated people and food in the air. The interior is bustling with common-folk utilizing the area for their late night rest, and a well-deserved drink after a long day’s work. From gruff-looking wolves to a sleek falcon, common-folk intend to get their fair share of winding down. And tonight, you and Morgan have joined them.

Well, 'joined', is perhaps generous. You’ve found a secluded corner to sit in, and most others make sure to stay a good distance away from you. You try to pay it no mind; Morgan is not exactly welcome in these spaces, after all. And, as their companion, neither are you. But, you’ve managed to convince the hare at the bar to provide an actual roof over your heads for the night, and food is on the way. That’s something. It might even smell like progress.

It took a lot of convincing on your part for Morgan to even consider spending a night in a place like this. Too many people, too little space to move around. Too exposed. But you’ve paid a hefty sum for a room, having an actual bed to look forward to, and a good meal that’s actually been stewing, and came from a pot. You're not about to give that up.

And so far, your efforts have paid off. Everything's been going surprisingly well, mostly. Even if Morgan's been switching between speaking with you, and keeping an eye on anything and everything moving inside the tavern. It’s an odd mixture. Their confidence might allow them to not be completely on guard, but their constant monitoring of vibrations in the air might make it difficult to stop.

To be fair, most patrons inside of the tavern seems hellbent on keeping an eye on Morgan, too. Perhaps it’s sensible they’d return the favor. Your arachnid companion has their usual unseemly aura in place, like just daring anyone to try and oppose their being here. It might fool a common-folk, but you can see what they're doing. It's a defense mechanism; you can't be hurt if you can't be approached. You really wish they didn’t think this was necessary.

But this is supposed to be a fun night out. You intend to make it so, in any case.

“Could you please calm down your feelers?” you ask Morgan, when they’ve been aloof for a little longer than usually. They’re staring dead ahead at a point behind you. You tap at their front leg with your foot to snap them out of it. “I think we’re fine.”

“Oh, I am completely calm,” Morgan purrs and smiles widely, still not looking at you. They don’t even blink. “That pale lizard over there, however, is clearly not.”

You glance over your shoulder at said lizard. Sure enough, the white scales of his head seems like they should be an angry red, judging by the way he’s glaring your direction.

“Well, obviously he’s not if you keep staring at him like that,” you argue, switching tactics and gently pulling at their hand instead. “Come on, can we just have a calm night? No fights, no threats, no blood, just – I want you to have a good time, for once.”

“Me?” Morgan grins, finally severing eye contact with their opponent to focus on you. Their hand promptly curls around yours. “Since when have you become so nice to me? Not that I’m complaining.”

Ugh. You knew you should never go there with Morgan, but perhaps that’s what’s needed. Give an inch, and all that. You’ll just have to hope they won’t take more than their usual mile.

"I've always been nice," you assert. "You just haven't earned experiencing it."

Morgan laughs, nodding at your hand in theirs. "So, what did I do to earn this?"

“Our dinner’s ready,” you deflect, noting two stewing, deep plates that’s just been delivered at the bar. Excellent timing. The barkeep’s eyeing you a bit excessively, perhaps reluctant to call you up. Simultaneously, she probably does not want Morgan to come collect the food.

Morgan’s eye darts to the bar. “I’ll go-”

“Sit,” you bark at them before they’ve even stretched a leg. The less risk of them bumping into someone, or, gods forbid, someone bumping into them, the better. “I’ll get it.”

You walk away before they can protest, ignoring the feeling of Morgan’s eyes burning into the back of your skull.

The barkeep looks relieved when you approach, and hands you your food. She holds onto the bowls momentarily as you grab them, preventing you from leaving quickly.

“Could you please tell your custodian to stop staring at my patrons?” the hare hisses lowly, urgently, ears flat against her head. “It’s making people uneasy. I gave you a room, but I don’t want-”

“YEP!” you interrupt, flashing her a strained smile. “I’ll get right on that.”

The barkeep narrows her eyes at your rudeness, continuing. “And when you sleep here, I don’t want any noise or unnecessary nightly wandering-”

“I know!” you interrupt her again, pulling at the food to get her to let go. You don’t have the time, nor patience, for the usual complaints. You need to get back before-

The barkeep's long ears suddenly stand up straight. She sucks in a startled breath, fixating on a spot behind you. Right. That.

You groan, and turn around, leaving your precious food in the barkeep's hands.

Morgan is unfortunately standing up. And, in front of them, is the very lizard they’ve spent the night staring at.

Said lizard is up in Morgan’s face, spewing words you can only imagine are not words of fondness. Either he's very brave, very good at fighting, or very drunk. Possibly all three.

By contrast, Morgan looks unpleasantly nonplussed, like they're casually wondering where best to grab on and start tearing.

“No,” you seethe. Absolutely not. Not tonight.

You march across the tavern in long strides toward the pair, prepared to put an end to this fight before it even starts.

“-don’t care where, but you’re not staying here!” the lizard’s voice reaches you through the idle noises of the crowd.

Morgan looks up at your approach, still not looking particularly affected, albeit slightly amused when they spot the look on your face.

You force yourself into the small space between the pair, your back against Morgan’s front. You suppress a shudder when you feel their hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders.

The lizard steps back once you do so, narrowing his eyes at you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by leaning into his space.

“I spend one night, trying to have a good time, that’s not inside a cave, high up in a tree, or sleeping on dirt, and then you-!” you scold the lizard-like person. “- just had to escalate things!”

The lizard takes the verbal hit silently and stares at you, baffled. Perhaps he’d not expected you would take up this fight. He frowns, regaining composure. “Listen here-”

“No, you listen!” you spit. Morgan's face enters your peripheral vision, a genuine surprised expression minutely replaced by a shit-eating grin full of teeth. You ignore them. “We want to stay in taverns sometimes! Why can’t you let us have that?”

“YOU are alright!” the lizard states with a hiss. He points a clawed finger at the large arachnid behind you. “That monster you’re hanging out with is not!”

“Monster?” Morgan scoffs and pouts, feigning hurt. “Why, you've barely seen anything. That’s a little excessive, don’t you think?”

“Not when it comes to you,” the lizard snarls back at them. “You nasty red-eyes especially."

"I think my eyes are pretty," Morgan says.

"Can’t believe you didn’t get snatched," the lizard continues, not listening. "Should’ve nailed you when they had the darn chance. Better off dead than adult.”

A miniscule pause is what changes this entire interaction. It’s not often Morgan reacts to the usual slander people throw their way. And if it wasn’t because of your bond, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it would be any different this time.

But there’s just the slightest little twist of their energy shifting, like being splashed with cold water. The comment hit something. Morgan's face doesn’t falter a bit, expertly holding up the nonchalant, unaffected facade. But their claws are scraping across the wooden floor, their grip on your shoulders tightening ever so slightly. You can feel their energy reaching for you to calm down, almost on instinct. For once, Morgan seems slightly, genuinely, upset.

You step into the lizard’s space again without warning, shoving him backwards and out of your corner. Interrupting your fun night out is one thing. Suggesting your companion should’ve been killed as a hatchling is quite another. You’ve just about had it.

“That monster has treated me better than any of you ever did,” you fume, walking the offender back to his own spot. “You lot have done nothing but cause problems. What gives you the fucking right to be judging life and death?”

Morgan doesn’t intervene, but their presence behind you is heavy and reassuring. Their energy is fluttering around you, leaning into your anger. Letting you know you’re not fighting alone.

“You’re completely brainwashed,” the lizard laughs coolly, waving you off. “As always. It’s filthy, the shit they do to your minds. I don’t know what I expected. I almost feel bad for you.”

Brainwashed?

Perhaps it’s the heated moment. Perhaps it’s just because you want this incredibly hostile person to leave you alone. Perhaps it’s because you just want to have the final word, and prove a point.

But your hands almost acts on their own when you spin around, grab Morgan’s arms, and pull them down towards you. They follow your instruct without complaint.

Without warning, you cup their face, and plant a firm kiss smack on their lips. Morgan’s eyes widen in surprise. Then excitement. You hear them purr deeply as they relax into your grip, reveling in the softness you've suddenly bestowed upon them.

When you let them go their hands are on your waist. They don’t stop chittering as you turn away from them again to face the threat.

“I don’t care what you think I am,” you say to the lizard. “But whatever it is, you still have no reason to treat us like this. Leave us alone.”

The lizard looks flabbergasted at the display. Then it turns to horror. Then disgust. “Unbelievable. Are you really-”

“Go. Away.”

If it’s you or Morgan that says it, you suddenly aren’t sure. Your voice came out like a harsh, guttural whisper, not unlike the way Morgan’s does when they’re angry. Perhaps you both just spoke at once. But the lizard averts his eyes, finally, acknowledging this is not the space to start this fight. He skulks off, leaving you and Morgan in full view of the entire tavern.

You glance around, only now noting the wary eyes of the common-folk. Their stares carry a mixture of fear, repulsion and, worst of all, pity. And it strikes you what has just transpired. That display might have caused more harm than good with this particular crowd.

Crap. You’ll need to leave again, won’t you?

You regretfully look up at Morgan, who's simply looking to you. Pleasantly calm, and dutifully awaiting your next move.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, and wave the entire tavern off. “We’re going. Have a good evening. Sorry for the disturbance,” you spit the last part, grabbing Morgan’s wrist to drag them outside.

“A kiss?”

Morgan startles you out of your skin with the words, their voice suddenly appearing from the dark. Seems they’ve returned from collecting firewood.

Took them long enough.

The small make-shift camp under the stars offers only a bitter respite from what tonight could have been. Morgan had offered to go collect some fuel, as they can see better out here now that it’s dark. You hadn’t planned to stay the night in the woods again, after all.

“What about it?” you reply, not bothering to hide your sulking.

You’re seated close to the humble fire to keep the night chill at bay. Morgan enters the light shortly after, eyes reflecting it. They set down the branches, casually throwing in a few extra sticks to feed the flame, and seat themself next to you.

Morgan playfully pokes at your shoulder. “Sentry, if I’d known starting fights would get you-”

“Please, don’t even finish that sentence,” you complain. “I didn’t want to fight that guy. I just didn’t like what he said.”

Morgan hums. “You wanted him to not think I’ve control of your mind?”

“Something like that,” you grimace.

“Well,” they lean on you heavily, teasing. They speak into your face with a drawling whisper. “What’s there to suggest that I don’t?”

You snort, and shrug them off. “Bond thing, sure. I can’t go anywhere without you. But I’m pretty sure my head’s still mine.”

“Well, yes. And no. And not quite,” Morgan smiles. “It’s mine.”

“It wasn’t just that,” you continue quickly, before that train of thought develops. “The whole snatcher thing he said. It’s just -”

“Judging life and death?” Morgan echoes you, staring into the open flame. “Sentry, at this point it shouldn’t surprise you. That’s how it works. Their judgment will always favor my death.”

They speak casually, like telling you it’s going to rain. Nothing but a minor nuisance. It brings a bad taste to your mouth just how used to this they seem.

“I know,” you give after a beat, shifting uncomfortably. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I really, really don’t.”

Morgan eyes you with a wry smile. “Don’t worry, they’ll be sure to remember that. Well, also after your amazing outburst. Have I ever mentioned I adore your theatrics?”

You frown, ignoring the last statement. “What do you mean, also?”

Morgan leans on their arms, calmly moving leaf litter out of the way of the fire before it catches. “I figured you defending my honor - while efficient, and I am eternally grateful - wouldn’t get the point across fully,” they say offhandedly.

You quickly turn to stare at the side of their face. They want you to ask, and you almost don't want to know. “Morgan. What did you do?”

Morgan turns slowly, and smiles at you, clicking their fangs together. “Well, their ale supply might make the patrons feel bad for a while. Maybe a little cramping? Maybe a little .. un-moving? Is that a word?”

Blood drains from your face.

“If I'm being honest, I have no clue what consuming my venom does to a person,” they ponder. “Actually, we should stick around. I want to see-”

“You went back to-!” You throw your arms out in frustration. “This is why we can never go anywhere!”

“On the contrary,” Morgan laughs. They lean over and curl their fingers around your wrists affectionately. They gently press their forehead against yours. “This is why we can go anywhere.”

#colderwriting #about Morgan #monster x reader #monster lover #uv #drider #exophilia #drider x reader #x reader #x gn reader #Actually looked up what eating venom does to your body #Results are mixed #But going towards bad but might not kill you. But it will not make you feel good

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sophieswundergarten · 10 months

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OKAY. Ended up watching Doctor Who with my sibling tonight, so I am presenting a series of revamped DW/MBS AU thoughts. Still very rambly and silly, but due in large part to the genius of @oflightningandstars and @nobody33333333, so a great deal of thanks to them :)

According to Bods' very clever idea, the Book versions of Mr. Benedict and Curtain are previous regenerations, and Show Nicholas and Nathaniel are their current regenerations. Of course, they are being set up as the Doctor and the Master of sorts: As two Time Lords who were friends and then enemies and the whole mess.

Mr. Benedict comes across Number Two when she's a small child, maybe ten or so, living in Victorian England (Because why not). She's been shipped off to boarding school and then orphaned, but the school is waiving her tuition and everything as a philanthropic public image stunt, at least until she's 18. However, she utterly hates it because she's the smartest kid there and while they let her skip a couple grades because she obviously couldn't stay in the class she'd been put in, they didn't care enough to evaluate her and acknowledge that she was far more advanced then their curriculum was prepared for. The other girls didn't like her, the teachers couldn't stand her, and the administrative people ignored her every time she tried to come up for a compromise or a way to make the system better.

She's outside crying quietly by herself because she doesn't want to go in to another class where she's mocked and derided and told to keep small and quiet, when, lo and behold, a random older man walks up to her. He's wearing a green plaid suit and has white mussy hair. He looks like he could be a teacher at her school, except he seems much kinder, and he asks her why she's crying. She tells him all about how she hates it at the school but she doesn't have anywhere else to go and while she does miss her parents, it's in a distant sort of way, because they were largely absent from her life and it was they who sent her to boarding school in the first place to teach her to sit still and shut up.

And he hugs her and offers her a biscuit, listening to her story until she's cried herself out and falls asleep. He'd be perfectly content to sit out there with her, except it's England and so it starts to rain, at which point he scoops her up and very carefully takes her inside his TARDIS (Which is disguised as a bookstore around the corner). After a bit she wakes up, and instead of feeling scared or upset, she feels safe, and like she's home for the first time since she can remember. He asks her gently if she'd like to be taken back to the school now, and he's spent so much time listening to her that she has the courage to ask, plainly and desperately, if she can stay. She knows, even as young as she is, that it's foolish. That he needs to take her back, that he's an adult, and that it would be irresponsible of him not to.

But, instead, he smiles at her as if the idea delights him. She can stay for as long as she likes, he says, and he'll still be able to get her back in time for tea. She's a little puzzled at this, until he whispers in a quiet, conspiratorial voice, as though he's telling her a great secret and trusts her to keep it safe, if she'd like to see something amazing. She says yes almost immediately, as for however strange this man is, she trusts him just as much as he seems to trust her. And what she sees certainly is amazing

Milligan is someone they pick up later, in a far corner of the galaxy at a time where humans certainly shouldn't have been able to make it there. He's alone, lost and confused, living on the streets and being largely ignored by the extraterrestrial inhabitants of the planet. He can't speak the language, and no one cares to take the time to understand the gibberish of some species they've never seen before. Number Two isn't very old, still, maybe in her early teens, and she stumbles across Milligan where he's sitting in an out of the way alley. He reaches out to the young girl with a desperation all too familiar to her, hoping that she might understand what he's saying.

She does, and though he looks half crazy in his muddled, panicked state, something in her lets her know she doesn't need to be scared. She tells him that she knows someone, a man who will help, a man who will help him find what he's searching for. She takes him to Mr. Benedict, and Milligan almost collapses in relief upon finding someone who understands him (And also from exhaustion). They work out that Milligan was taken, and his memories had been stolen. He isn't exactly sure where or from who, but he knows that he's missing something important. Something vitally important to him is missing, and while he isn't sure what it is, he knows he must find it again, even if Mr. Benedict doesn't want to help him.

Mr. Benedict quickly assures him that of course they will help him, and he's welcome to stay with them for as long as he's comfortable. Milligan thanks the two of them profusely, and while he's not exactly a stranger to space travel, his first trip in the TARDIS takes his breath away.

(And if he feels a strange need to look out for Number Two, maybe a bit more than another responsible adult would, that's his business and no one else's. Mr. Benedict looks at him sometimes with a strange sadness, as if he also knows that kind of hollow, aching loss that never quite leaves the lungs, but Milligan has yet to ask him about it.)

Rhonda they meet in what to Milligan is the future (And to Number Two the far future). She is living in a human settlement on a faraway moon, and she is the only child there. Her parents were prolific scientists, but when they passed away, she was left in the care of some of their colleagues who were rather too busy and self-important to handle a child. They relied on her intelligence and experience with her parents' research when necessary, but for the most part she was on her own. It was a lonely life, but at least she knew she was necessary, in that way that people who have never understood what it is to be truly loved do.

A few more years had passed at this point, and while Milligan had settled in with his new family, he still felt that there was something missing. He had regained a few memories, but nothing substantial enough for a man who had command of all of time and space to fixate on. To cheer Milligan up, Mr. Benedict and Number Two decided on a destination that would allow him to indulge the interest in chemistry he had recalled.

While exploring, Number Two, who is still not quite grown up but feeling that she'd rather like a moment away from her two slightly over-protective "fathers" (Seriously, it's as if she's never been on an alien planet before), wanders away. She comes across a girl, a few years younger than herself, hiding in a back storage closet and writing in a well-worn journal. She jumps a bit, but asks Number Two what she's doing. The older girl replies that she's just looking around, and asks Rhonda what she's writing about. Her younger sister (Because, even after only a few seconds, Number Two knows they'll be taking this girl with them when they leave) replies that she'd been recording notes on what the researchers were working on.

A few minutes later, Rhonda realises that this must be what real companionship must feel like, as Number Two has spent the whole time nodding and listening with great seriousness, and even adding a few thoughts of her own. She tells the older girl about how she came to be at the settlement, and how she's been hearing whispers of them sending her away. She really would rather stay, but in a falsely upbeat tone she adds that maybe leaving the settlement for the first time she can remember will allow her to make some friends.

This is the last straw for Number Two, and she announces that they're going to meet her family. Half dragging Rhonda, she swiftly navigates her way back to Mr. Benedict and Milligan, who are enjoying a presentation about compounds accelerating plant growth. Introductions are made, and Number Two watches smugly as her family grows. One of the researchers notices Rhonda, and comes over to tell her that a shuttle will be by sometime in the next day cycle to take her off-world, and officially enter her in the foster system. At Rhonda's panicked look, Mr. Benedict is quick to whip out his psychic paper and announce that, actually, they are the authorities responsible for taking this wonderful little girl off their hands.

Rhonda watches curiously as the exchange goes down, and is ushered to a strange little shop that turns out to be a great deal bigger on the inside.

#WHOO #I'll try and do the kids tomorrow #Am Tired #Oh dang it I forgot to talk about Curtain #If people are interested I'll finish at some point #In case it wasn't clear I am differentiating Books/Show with Mr. Benedict/Nicholas and Curtain/Nathainel #I hope it isn't too confusing #Like I said. Tired.#So I'll deal with it in the morning #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #mbs dw au

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kalevalakryze · 8 months

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The Ghost Of You

Bo-Katan Week Day 3: Bo-Katan and Satine Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze & Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer (background) Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Satine Kryze, The Armorer Warnings: Grief, Loss, Blood & Injury Mention, Force Ghost Satine (kinda) Notes: Look, listen… I may not know as much as I want about these two and their beginnings, but I know that I love them, and that Bo-Katan deserves to have someone looking out for her. Also, I am not great at writing anything motivational, but I’m trying. That’s all I can say. Tidbit at the end is inspired by this, also, big thanks to @beladonna02 for reading everything through for me ! Word Count: 3,565 Summary: Satine would appear in her nightmares, when the horrors were chased away by the woman that she had only reconsidered an older sister hours before her death. Satine never spoke in these dreams, and would disappear with the war zones she chased away. Tonight, however, as Bo-Katan tucked the darksaber under her pillow and reclined in her cot aboard the gauntlet, preparing to manage some rest before going home, to see if Mandalore could be saved, things changed. Her dream put her in a field in Kalevala, long grass tickling her fingertips as she pressed forward, muscle memory leading her to a clearing atop one of the many mountainous cliffs. There, Satine stood, looking as if she’d been waiting quite some time. “Satine…” AO3 Link: Here!

Nothing could ever be simple, not for Bo-Katan Kryze. There always had to be something to fight back against even in the simplest tasks, a trait she’d had since she was young. She would always argue the points of things, like brushing her hair, or doing things with her family, or, as she got older, their stances on the way Mandalore was run. During basic training, Satine had always been there, though Bo had never known just what her older sister had gone through to soften people’s reactions to the child’s brash nature, she’d never thought about how much Satine blocked for her, until she’d left, and there was no one to stand between her and the consequences of her actions.

Death Watch had been Bo-Katan’s chance to be something other than the little vod’ika who couldn’t hold her tongue, but she’d had to change so much just to survive, Pre had killed those he deemed weak, and he’d always pressed down harder on Bo-Katan for her relation to the Duchess of Mandalor, even if Bo-Katan had readily thrown away familial ties the second Pre had asked.

The girl who used to follow Satine Kryze around was as good as dead, compared to the warrior that sprouted in her place. She did exactly as Pre asked, kept quiet when her opinion didn’t matter, and recognized a true Mandalorian, had aided in every operation to take down her sister, even if it meant Satine would have to die, it was what Mandalore needed, right?

Bo-Katan would face the consequences of her actions when Pre’s operation with the CIS came to an abrupt end, when he’d allied with the dar’jetti, and she’d decided to speak out against it, against him. She had enough bruises to keep her quiet, for a time, until Pre met his end at the business end of the dark saber.

From that day forward, nothing had slowed down, the loss, the pain, the consequences she had to face for living her life while someone else took the blame.

Bo-Katan had exactly an hour of peace, an hour of forgiveness and the feeling of someone having her back in a way that even Ursa could not have truly provided. “There was a time when we weren’t enemies. Perhaps that time has come again,” Though neither of them could have ever guessed that it would have been a matter of minutes, before they were pulled apart once more, a mere matter of hours before the Jetti, Kenobi, was telling her of her ori’vod’s death, like she had some kind of right to be upset.

Air never came to her lungs without a fight since that day, every breath she took was a struggle to plant herself in the sand and declare that she wasn’t going to die, not yet. Without Pre to fill her head with how she was supposed to feel, or the threats of death at being seen as weak to keep her in line, the kid she’d buried in basic had pounded at the bars in her heart.

She didn’t just leave behind her family when she’d left for Death Watch, she’d left the kid who wanted to read her sister’s datapads with her work on it, or read holonovels about mandalorian history, the kid that would bug Satine into staying up to watch just one more documentary with her. Every day since Satine’s death, that kid tried to break down everything she’d spent so long building, the blood, sweat, tears, and mountain of corpses she laid as foundation for the woman she’d become, it all threatened to come tumbling down each time the adrenaline wore off.

Sometimes, when the adrenaline started to ebb from her veins and she had a moment’s respite in her ship, the redhead would fall into a fitful sleep. Warzones mottled with enough grief to have her waking up more exhausted than before were suddenly memories long forgotten. Some nights, she would be at her families castle on Kalevala, the blurry faces of her buir explaining something or another that Bo had found interesting, her ori’vod giving her piggyback rides around the grounds, or even the protectors showing her some of their moves, after she bugged them enough. The kid she refused to acknowledge as herself would grow quiet for a few days, after nights like this, and she would walk through war zones with an unabashed sense of safety.

Bo-Katan had never given much thought to the temporary shift from her nightmares, not until she was striking against the Empire. An explosion had sent a sharp piece of Durasteel through her side, an inch away from her armor that would have protected her. She’d hit the ground hard, had scrambled to try and stand instead of put pressure on the wound, had been busy firing at the troopers. The only thing she had been certain about that day was that she had been completely alone, and that she hadn’t called into her comms once. Bo-Katan hadn’t given any of her weird happenings any thought, until the feeling of hands pressing against torn skin, keeping both sides close together and keeping a great deal of pressure on the wound, within moments, Koska and Axe had been there, but she’d felt when the first set of hands had been replaced with Koska’s, the first set had been so cold, but they’d felt safe. It was all Bo could recall, after she’d woken up in the gauntlet with her side stitched up and enough batch to keep her down a few days, along with the knowledge that if she hadn’t applied pressure before Koska and Axe had gotten there, she surely would have died.

Bo had started to pay attention, after that day, to all the oddities that had occurred in her life. How her armor would be removed when she was sure she’d passed out with it on, or how a Niteowl would show up right when she needed a hand, before she could even think to call. Or how, when she lay her head down at night, there was an undeserved feeling of safety and love, and the ghost of fingers brushing the tangles from her hair after a long day.

Her dreams changed more often, the ever present nightmares were still there, but so was Satine. She would never say anything, but she would take Bo-Katan’s hand and lead her away, would lead her home, even in the nights since the Night of a Thousand Tears, even after Bo-Katan had failed to protect Korkie. Satine would lead her home, and Bo-Katan would sit in the fields on Kalevala, or would jump around the palace on Mandalore, looking at all the architecture their people designed. It had been relieving, until it wasn’t.

Satine’s presence in her nightmares were eventually met with anger and hate from the redhead, not unlike their last days as sisters, before Bo had grabbed her armor and left for Concordia. She failed to win the dark saber, and she couldn’t justify challenging Din Djarin, she failed, and her fleet left her. So why Satine’s ghost stuck with her when literally anyone else deserved her presence (wasn’t Kenobi still floating somewhere, she could go do ghost shit with him) was a loss on Bo.

She deserved the nightmares, and the anxieties, and the pain that pulsed through her being, day in, day out, as she sat on that throne on Kalevala. She didn’t deserve the haunting memories that offered respite, or a breath of fresh air against the ebbing darkness that consumed her. When the Imperials destroyed Kalevala, she figured she’d deserved that too. Until Din Djarin brought her home, took her to his people, and they accepted her as one of their people, as long as she fell in line.

It had been easy enough, just like with their predecessors, Bo-Katan had fallen in line, had kept her mouth shut about their ideals and just followed the creed the way they wanted. Of course, even the comfort of being told what to do by the tribe did not last. The Armorer had seen something in her, something Bo-Katan truly wished would die, just like the kid she had forced into the back of her very being.

She’d felt someone else’s hands against her own, when she’d taken off her helmet in the forge, the ghost of fingers brushing through her hair as she swallowed her anxieties and met The Armorer’s gaze. There had been a fear of being cast aside for good, that day, but the feeling of a hand in her own, and the reassurances from The Armorer, had loaned her the strength to find their people.

Now though, with the dark saber officially her own, under Din Darin’s technicality, their people united, and plans to reclaim their home, Bo-Katan had breathed easy for the first time in over a decade.

The dark saber was stuffed under her pillow in her cot aboard the gauntlet, The Armorer, still helmeted, lay already asleep in the space beside her, allowing her to find some semblance of comfort between the durasteel wall and the solid form of the other leader, Bo-Katan was able to relax. The kid had come with the comfort, however, bringing the redhead to curl into the warmth at her side, until the cold ghostly feeling of someone stroking the bridge of her nose lulled her to sleep.

Tonight, it was not one of hundreds of battles that played behind her eyelids, but the familiar sights of Kalevala, although, Bo-Katan had never visited this particular mountain, far off from the castle and too difficult to climb as a child who could never hope to reach.

A muscle memory she did not have had her walking through a long overgrown path, pushing past the brush to the small clearing on the other side. The redhead stopped cold in her tracks as she took in the view. Near the edge of the cliff, a figure clad in white stood, blonde hair falling loose down her back, caught in the breeze as the wind sung its way through the mountains. “Satine…” Bo’s words were no more a whisper as the wind, but the woman still turned towards her.

“I’ve been waiting for you, for quite some time, Bo,” The woman stepped away from the ledge, before lowering herself onto one of the large boulders that must have landed years before on the cliff’s top from mountains above. When she patted the spot next to her, the redhead moved, almost numbly, to drop inelegantly into the indicated seat.

“Waiting for me?” Her hands went to feel her own pulse point, feeling for the thumping of her own heart, which responded with rapid thumps into her fingertips as she pressed her fingers into her bare wrist.

“I was sure you would have come years ago,” Satine shook her head, an almost fond smile pulling at her lips. “Though, Obi-Wan said he hadn’t been able to see his master until he was good and ready either.”

“What are you talking about…?” Bo-Katan’s brows furrowed as she leaned forward, elbows settling into the tops of her legs as she stared hard at her sister. Satine still looked young, which was rather jarring to the woman pushing fifty, with wrinkles pulling at her face and age wearing her down. The drop it caused in her chest had Satine reaching to take her hand, as if she could feel it the spiral of Bo’s thoughts.

“I’ve always been around, Bo-Katan, no matter how you’ve viewed me, or yourself,” Satine offered, squeezing Bo-Katan’s hand.

The coldness of the hand against her own, the way blue eyes settled on her, it was… certainly too much, to real, and too familiar. “This is some force osik, isn’t it?”

A soft laugh, hidden behind her sister’s hand and the nod of her head met Bo’s ears. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

“Why are you talking to me now?”

“You let me in,” Satine’s brows furrowed in a way that was achingly similar to Bo’s own, as she looked to the redhead. “I was never able to speak to you unless you were ready, I managed to get through occasionally, when you needed me, but you always shut me out before I could say anything,” The soft pads of her fingers brushed against the top of her hand, bringing Bo’s gaze down to stare at the pale, unblemished skin, against her own, scars littering her knuckles and the backs of her hands.

“We had others in our clan,” Bo pointed out, forcing her gaze to a patch of wildflowers nearby. “They could have used your help more,” The stability of the dream shifted as she spoke, and Bo had to clamp her eyes shut to avoid the way Satine’s image had flickered into that of a corpse.

“Bo, if you shut me out, I will lose this connection, I can’t be here without your consent,” She reminded with a gentle voice. A beat passed before the dream stabilized once more, and Bo could open her eyes.

“I just, don’t get it, sometimes,” She let go of Satine’s hand to wrap her arms around herself. The kid she tried so hard to lock away soared at the comforting action, one the Mandalorian hadn’t allowed herself since she’d walked away.

“Talk me through it,”

“I walked away, Satine,” The blonde’s hand rested on her shoulder, a gentle pressure, until the redhead was tucking herself into the woman’s side, head dropping onto her shoulder, like they’d done so many times before. “I left, and I actively plotted to kill you, I took each opportunity I had to make things harder for what you were trying to do, and I only decided to change when the consequences of my actions started to catch up to me,” Her hands pulled at the soft fabric of her shirt, one she didn’t recognize as something she’d ever owned, but it was comfortable, at least, as her hands fisted into the fabric to release some of her frustrations.

“I tried to do something right, and I failed, at every, single, step.”

“That’s not true, Bo. You’ve united our people, you’re going to go to Mandalore tomorrow, and you’re going to lead our people into a new age, you’ve brought them together,”

“Until they find out exactly what I’ve done, Satine. Korkie is dead, because I wasn’t enough, because I gave up,” Bo’s teeth ground together as she flexed the muscles in her jaw. If it wasn’t for the arm wrapped around her shoulders, she probably would have stood and started pacing, just so she wasn’t sitting still.

“There was no way you could have avoided Gideon’s betrayal. If you wouldn’t have surrendered, you’d be dead with them,”

“Maybe it would have been for the best,” The arm around Bo’s shoulders disappeared, before her chin was being pushed up to meet the anger in blue eyes.

“That isn’t true,”

Before Satine could continue, Bo batted her hand away and stood, rising to meet her with just as much, if not more, anger. “You can’t say that and believe it, Satine. If you’d lived, Mandalore never would have been lost!”

“It would have, Bo-Katan, I could never convince the warriors to unite to my ideals, we would always be at war with each other, if I had continued. But you have learned, have you not? You have walked both worlds because you have seen what your actions have created. You have met the Children of the Watch, those who faced the consequences of your actions in Death Watch. You have fought, won and lost and everything in between to get to this point, and you are learning what no other has before. Too much Mandalorian blood has been spilled, there is a balance to this choice that only you can weigh. If you push for warriors that strike out against everything, you face annihilation, if you push for pacifism, you face annihilation, but you know the way to balance it all, because you’ve lived it,”

Bo-Katan scoffed and turned her back on her sister, though she kept her foot pointed towards her, afraid that if she closed her body language off entirely, she would lose her forever.

“I hate it,” She admitted after a moments deliberation.

“Hate what?” Satine’s hand rested once more on her shoulder, and once again, Bo-Katan leaned into the contact.

“I hate what I’ve become,” When she looked at her hands, she only saw blood, when she looked at her blasters, she remembered only the lives of her own people that had been cut out by the other end. “I hate that I survived, when you didn’t. . . I hate every year that passes, that reminds me I’ll always be older than you ever got to be, that Korkie never got to be as old as you, before he’d died, that there are Mandalorians out there who have never known Mandalore when it was full of life. I hate what I’ve done to survive, I hate Pre, even though I chose to follow him, I hate the way he made me feel, I hate it all, Satine.” Bo ranted, now able to pace across the clearing, creating a small path in the wildflowers she’d trampled.

“Well… What are we going to do about it?” Satine offered as she lowered herself back onto the smooth face of the boulder.

“There isn’t a ‘we’, Satine, you’re dead. This is just… a figment of my imagination gone wild,”

“You and I both know that isn’t true, Bo,”

“It’s easier than thinking this could be real,”

“Bo-Katan, just, sit, please,” Again, Satine patted the spot beside her, a smile pulling at her lips as the redhead dropped beside her. “You are worthy of love, in it’s many forms. Wether it be whichever way I am able to reach you, from your friends, or even from the woman you’ve allowed into your life,”

“How do you know about The Armorer?”

“Force osik,” The sisters laughed together, and Satine once more pulled her ‘little’ sister close, until she could run her fingers through her hair. “You have always been worthy of love, just like you are capable of change. You need to learn to love those things you hate, but-“ Her finger tapped the tip of Bo’s nose, “You do not have to do it alone,” each word was emphasized with a tap to the tip of her nose, until the redhead was crinkling her nose and lightly batting at her hand.

“I know,” Bo-Katan’s smile faltered for just a moment, as she dipped her head into her ori’vod’s shoulder.

“You’re going to have to trust me on this one, Bo. The Mandalorians at your side tomorrow are not there for the darksaber, they will be there because you’d proven that you’re capable, even at your lowest, you’ve saved their younglings, had brought new foundlings to the tribe, and are leading them home, together. There may come a point where that saber is gone, but they will still be with you, just as I am. Mandalorians are stronger together, you just have to let them in to help you. And maybe, you won’t have to be the person you’d become to survive, because you’ll be able to live,”

“How did I ever survive all those years without your motivational speeches?” Bo’s voice was muffled into Satine’s shoulder, though the blonde could feel the smile on her sister’s lips.

“Would you have listened, even if I told you this while you were moping around on the throne?”

“Probably not,”

“Exactly, so just, be quiet, and let me enjoy this time with you,” Satine shook her head, before her fingers found Bo-Katan’s hair once more, brushing it out as she pointed out different birds or talked about the flowers around them.

When Bo-Katan woke up, hours later, she was tangled entirely in The Armorer’s arms, legs interlocked, fingers grasping at the soft material of her flight suit, and the woman’s gaze boring into her sole. “Did you sleep well?” The Armorer questioned as Bo’s cheeks flushed and she started to unwind herself, nodding as she dropped herself into the space beside the woman. “Were you aware that you talk in your sleep?”

“There was a lot to talk about, apparently, I’m sorry if I woke you.” Bo-Katan reached to pull the dark saber from under the pillow, settling it on the edge of the bed to clip to her belt once she got ready.

“Your sister, Satine?” The Armorer questioned, bringing Bo to a grinding halt.

“How did you..?”

“You are not the first one she’s reached out to in the night,” The Armorer had left it at that, even with Bo’s continued questioning glances, and a stifled laughter in the air.

Days later, as Bo-Katan stood in front of the forge, in front of their people, she’d felt a familiar weight at her side, and as the torch was passed to her, there was another hand guiding her to lower it and light the flames. In the chanting of their people, she heard not just those standing around her, but the echoes of hundreds, of Satine’s own voice ringing in her ear. It wasn’t her song, but it was Mandalore’s. From Mand’alor the great, all the way to Bo-Katan Kryze, they were all there, in some way, shape, or form.

Translations: vod'ika - little sibling ori'vod - older sibling Jetti - Jedi dar'jetti - sith osik - shit kriff - expletive

#bo katan kryze #bo katan #Bo-Katan Kryze #Satine #Satine Kryze #Bo and Satine #The Armorer #Bo-Katan Kryze x The Armorer #nitearmor #armorkatan #speculating about what happened to Korkie #again #BKW2023 #bkw2023 #Bo Katan Week

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kitausuret · 1 year

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Sleepy Dialogue! Going to bed at night number 8: "You're allowed to cuddle me like a teddy bear." for symbiot3. I leave the choice of who is allowed to cuddle the other like a teddy bear up to you <3

I am definitely not replying to this prompt over a month after it was asked, from the sleepy dialogue list. (:

For now, I'll just keep this one on Tumblr since I did manage to keep it pretty short. I kind of cheated and wrote it as a sort of... future-ish part of Dust to Dust because that's the only timeline I've created where I felt the dialogue would be funniest for this prompt. Not to like, semi-spoil my own fic but I've been doing that since 2018 so what else is new.

Title: Say Yes to Cuddling Words: 729 Rating: Teen (for some vague-ish references to the nature of their relationship) Characters/Relationship: Eddie Brock/Flash Thompson/Venom Symbiote Summary: As part of an unorthodox treatment plan aimed at rectifying the damage done to the Venom Symbiote by a prior host, Eddie and Flash find themselves in bed with each other every night. But there are lots of ways to get the neurotransmitters the symbiote needs, and Flash thinks they should try all of them.

“You don’t have to sleep way over there.”

Eddie stiffened. Maybe he could just feign being asleep, and that he hadn’t heard Flash’s quiet words. They hadn’t done anything tonight, just crashed into bed at roughly the same time. Which was fine, their current regimen was working, according to Dr. Steven’s tests. But you could only sleep with someone so many times before they started getting bolder with their commentary.

“Looking at you,” his other helpfully informed him. “Waiting for an answer.”

I’m sleeping.

“Knows you are not.”

With an only slightly-exaggerated sigh, Eddie rolled over to see Flash’s face inches away on the other pillow. “I would be sleeping, if you let me.”

“Uh-huh.” Flash smiled a little in the dark. “Usually you breathe a lot less when you’re actually asleep. Once a minute, at most. And if you really were asleep, symbiote wouldn’t let me wake you up.”

“What do you want.”

He propped his face up a little using his arm. “Look, I’m just trying to be thoughtful here, Eddie. You clutch the bedding subconsciously. You kind of… cradle the pillow. And, you know, the symbiote,” Flash shrugged, a little awkwardly, “obviously.”

“And the point of these observations is…”

“You’re allowed to cuddle me like a teddy bear.”

Eddie frowned at the description.

“If you want. I’m just saying, I’m not going to like, elbow you in the gut if you do.”

He rubbed his face with a hand tiredly. “Go to sleep, Thomps… Flash.” Still had to remind himself occasionally that they had agreed on first names from here on out. At least while in the apartment. At least while this arrangement was in place.

Flash, ever-persistent, reached out and drummed his fingers on Eddie’s shoulder. Cool, a little callused. He couldn’t stop the symbiote from reaching tendrils out to meet its former host’s hand. “I’m a pret-ty good cuddler, just saying.”

“He is.” Fortunately, this time, it didn’t accompany the thought with any foreign memories from its time with him.

Stop.

“Would be nice, Eddie…”

Why are you trying to encourage this? he asked it, though he didn’t need to. The symbiote was quite familiar with all his memories and habits and every relationship he’d ever been in, however few that number was. But that was them, and this was Flash, and those were not the same thing.

“I’m perfectly fine giving you space,” Eddie finally said aloud.

“And I’m pretty sure there are about thirty medical studies out there about the benefits of human contact.”

“We’re not getting enough of that three times a week?”

Flash rolled his eyes. “Listen, try it once. If you like it, if my pal likes it, great. If you hate it, then you can continue sleeping on the edge of the bed and practically fall off of it every night like you normally do.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Oh, like it’s more ridiculous than our current situation? Come on.”

The only further protest Eddie could manage was a small grunt as Flash turned himself on his side. Flash then scooted himself up against Eddie’s torso, certainly not small by any definition but a kind of strangely comfortable fit. Then Flash reached around, grabbed Eddie’s arm, and draped it over him.

“I get to be the little spoon tonight, since you’re being an asshole.”

“Please don’t ever use that description again.”

“What, a spoo-oo-oo-oon?” he teased, looking over his shoulder to grin broadly at Eddie.

It was annoying, he was annoying, but something about the silly delight on his face had Eddie both looking away and glad it was dark in the bedroom. He focused instead on getting comfortable, if Flash was going to insist on this. He positioned his other arm so it wouldn’t fall asleep under the other man’s weight, and settled in with Flash’s back flush against him. After just a couple minutes, he felt Flash’s breathing slow. Even the symbiote had expelled a kind of pleased warmth all through Eddie’s body. What wasn’t still within him, carefully draped over Flash, too, in strands and various amorphous shapes.

It was… nice.

His other caught the stray thought before he could lock it away. It seemed a little bit smug, in response, but mostly endearing. “Knew you would enjoy it.”

It’s tolerable.

Tolerable, right.

Like some small part of Eddie didn’t think he could get used to this.

#my writing #symbiot3 #flash thompson #eddie brock #venom symbiote #sleeping #venom fic #eddie really is like: i am going to cover up the fact that i have been totally starved for human contact for years by being a complete ass #flash meanwhile: i will chisel away at this man. and then if that fails i'll get a sledgehammer #the symbiote just wants to cuddle 😂#prompt fill

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soclonely · 1 year

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I know I’m super late on this but for the friendship requests might I suggest R- "Hey wait.. Is that my sweater?" with Tup and reader , D- "If I go to jail with you, then who is going to bail you out?" with Jesse and Hardcase, and I- There was only one bed... and it resulted in a pillow fight to see who gets it with the Wolfpack? Dealers choice if three is too many! Also I’m super grateful you’re doing this! - an aroace who struggles at valentines

Listen friend, I love you very much and I am happy to do this for you and many others who have struggles around valentines day. <3 I love love, and it should be spread and celebrated in more ways than just the romantic type this week! I made these into drabbles so I could do all 3 for you <3 I hope you had a lovely and quiet day

Request 1

Friendship: Tup and Reader Prompt: R- "Hey wait.. Is that my sweater?"

"Are you ready to go?" You walk into the entryway, pocketing your keys. "If we hurry, we can beat the lunch crowd and get a good booth at the coffee shop!"

"Dressed and ready!" Tup pops into the landing. "Just had to finish getting dressed!" he slips on his sandals and sighs. "Can't wait to have a nice warm coffee in my hands." He checks his bun in the mirror and smiles. "Lead the way, boss."

You look at him, tilting your head." Hey wait. Is that my sweater?"

"Oh, yeah!" Tup chuckles, holding out his arms to show you. "Sorry. It was in the dryer when I went to do my own load of laundry and I figured you wouldn't mind." He points to the little character on the front. "Besides, I like the little whale friend on it!"

"Not a problem." You smile, opening the door. "And I think Willy the Whale likes you too!"

Request 2

Friendship: Jesse and Hardcase Prompt: D- "If I go to jail with you, then who is going to bail you out?"

"If I go to jail with you, then who is going to bail you out?" Jesse rolls his eyes, looking over to the trooper in the neighboring bunk. "Hypothetically speaking, if we did get caught drawing a mustache and uni-brow on the chancellors new campaign billboard."

"No one!" Hardcase grins. "We frame Captain Rex by putting the evidence under his bunk! They would never arrest him! And besides," He looks over at the peacefully sleeping Captain. "He needs to have something on his record! It builds characrer."

Jesse shakes his head. "Hardcase, no. We are not commiting crimes and blaming the captain. However what we could do is duct tape a shiny to the wall in the refresher and hide the roll under Dogma's bed." He smirks, pulling out a roll of tape from under his pillow. "What do you say to that?"

"I say lets do it!" Hardcase chuckles, standing up. "But instead of a shiny, lets duct tape Fives! He wouldn't rat us out!" He motions for the arc trooper across the barracks, continuing. "We need someone who will play along!"

"Hardcase you are a genius"

Request 3

Friendship: The Wolfpack Prompt: I- There was only one bed… and it resulted in a pillow fight to see who gets it

"What the kriff happened in here?" Wolffe nearly yells, wading through the feathers in the air. He kicks at a ripped pillow. "Why are you all acting like children and tearing up the furniture!" He glares at the wolfpack. "Start explaining. Now!"

Boost clears his through."Y-you see commander, there is only one small bed in the room here and-"

"And we couldn't decide who got to sleep on it!" Another trooper interrupts. "We tried flipping a coin and sharing but no one could agree on who gets to sleep on it so-"

"So we decided to wrestle for it only"

"The pillows got involved." SInker finishes, quickly looking over at the Commander. "Don't worry sir. We will pick up every last feather and place it back in the pillows!"

Commander Wolffe nods."You will do just that. And you will all be sleeping on the floor tonight, Understand?" He hands them each a pillow sack.

"But Commander, who get the bed then?"

"Me. Who else?"

#Clone trooper tup #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper hardcase #the wolfpack #the 104th #star wars #the clone wars

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house-of-mirrors · 1 year

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Hello! What’s a question about your ocs you wish you got asked more often? aka here’s your excuse to talk about the lore not a lot of ppl ask about! :D

Hi there! I didn't forget about this, I just had to figure out what I wanted to talk about. Tonight, I'm thinking about the dynamic between Samuel and Orsinio, specifically how Samuel is the World's Best Dad.

(Honestly, I think my FL OC design peaked with retired adventure protagonist who now acts as a father figure to the current protagonists while having wacky B-plots. Samuel meets a chaotic young friend, asks "Is anyone gonna adopt them," and doesn't wait for an answer)

I didn't intend for this to get so long, but I am nothing if not verbose. Spoilers for Nemesis under the cut

Samuel is a steady force through challenging times. He's seen it all so can rarely be fazed, and he has the demeanor of someone that anyone can talk to and feel safe with. He is, after all, a bartender. There's no therapy in the Neath, but there is Samuel. Throughout Nemesis, Orsinio is in poor physical and mental health and confides his anxieties in Samuel and no one else. It isn't that he doesn't trust his other friends, but some things, you need a mentor figure for help with.

I have a fic that includes a part of Samuel fussing over him after the Missing Month. Later, a few days after the part with Cardinal's Honey, Orsinio comes to the bar with a bad cough. It was no weak poison. He insists he's fine and doesn't have time to rest, he has much scheming to do, but Samuel won't drop the subject. Samuel contacts his other friends and they have something of an intervention, insisting Orsinio slow down before he gives himself pneumonia. Orsinio agrees that he's been reckless and spends some time on bedrest. Samuel brings lots of soup.

In the immediate aftermath of Nemesis, Orsinio is riddled with guilt for how dark he feels he went, as well as crushed by a wave of grief he can no longer ignore with his mission complete. An itching in his mind calls him to return to Avid Horizon, feeding off his regrets. He's not winning. Samuel tells him to be easier on himself for perceived failings because he wouldn't be so harsh to someone else. Some of the things that plague him are nothing more than bad dreams, and he shouldn't dwell on them. Once, Samuel finds Orsinio sitting next to a well, at his wit's end because he can't make the voice be quiet. Samuel gets him something to eat and walks him home, bringing him down from the ledge. He pulls himself together after this, coming to terms with what Is and finding healthier outlets for processing emotions. The railway proves a nice distraction.

Then comes the narrative arc with Orsinio and Miles opposing each other, Orsinio trying to stop Miles from seeking and Miles intent on breaking him (Clown on Clown violence, I can fix him I can make him worse etc). Samuel remains a solid rock for Orsinio to lean on, even as he isolates himself from the rest of his friends (mail fraud constitutes 75% of the angst in this arc). Samuel doesn't judge no matter how rough things get, he only supports. When Orsinio disappears after a final fight with Miles, Samuel worries about where he might have gone, but when he learns he's in the Royal Beth, he visits immediately. This is one of the key steps in Orsinio recovering: remembering he has friends who care for him despite how much of a mess he's been. In the recovery process, Orsinio still struggles with strong paranoia and spends a few weeks staying at Samuel's place with friends, where he feels safest.

Most recently in their arc: I have not been a fan at all of Evolution but I did imagine Samuel and Orsinio doing it/zeefarer update storylines together. Initially, I imagined that Samuel and Orsinio would butt heads a bit over differing leadership: Samuel can be stubborn, and Orsinio has to earn back trust after succumbing to The Horrors. When the content took a sharp dive into Disturbing, however, that all changed. Orsinio willingly lets Samuel take charge, representing character development that he is asking for help and allowing others in. Samuel goes into full protective Dad mode, doing his best to shield Orsinio from the worst of it in the most recent chapter (big oof). Both of them are rattled, and when they return from zee, they spend a few days together.

In conclusion: Sammy, you're the best dad Sammy

#thanks for the ask #my ocs #nemesis spoilers #samuel and orsinio autistic to autistic communication

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cilldaracailin · 1 year

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Thank you so much for all the love on the new story. I am so glad everyone is enjoying it. Next part is ready to go and also just gotta add here, I am sending all my Irish good luck vibes to our favourite Welshman for the Globes tonight. Even if he doesn’t win, he wins in my eyes. (Soppy but true lol)

Love Suze x

“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.”

It was Taron who moved his head first, lifting his cheek from Robyn’s shoulder and brushing her forehead with a very simple and gentle kiss as he stood up straight. The hug had been everything and more, what he had been desperate for and while his mind was still frazzled, he felt safe and back in his bubble. He knew he still had a lot of explaining to do but for now, his hands had stopped shaking, he didn’t feel like crying and Robyn was still holding onto him tightly even though he had lifted his face from her neck. He looked down and frowned as he saw her navy pyjama set darkened in places from the dampness on his body. “You are all wet.”

“Not as wet as you.” Robyn replied to him.

“Shit Robyn, I didn’t mean…” His words were cut off by her hand over his mouth.

“No apologies. I don’t want to hear one for anything ok? Not for coming here, not for whatever is going on in your head, for getting me a little wet or for whatever you think you need to apologise for.” She took her hand away from his mouth. “You have known from the moment you stepped into my home last year that you are welcome whenever you want for whatever the reason with no explanation needed. My home has always been a place of refuge for you and it will always be that, whether I am here or not.” She stared at him until he properly looked at her and she knew he was still drained by what had him here, seeing the grief still in his eyes and she hated how sad his usual bright eyes were. “So, I don’t want to hear any more sorrys from you. When you are ready to talk to me, I am here for you but for the moment it isn’t important. What is important are hugs and lots of them, Ok?” She softly told him.

“Ok.” He repeated.

“Ok.” Robyn confirmed. “And you know I love my Taron hugs so I have absolutely no problem in giving you as many as you need. They are undeniably one of my favourite things but you are still wet and very cold. So how about you get out of those wet clothes and have a warm shower while I find you something to wear. I know you brought your voucher for a bath but maybe we can save that for later on because it is quite late or early, whichever way you want to look at it, I think we should find cwtch and give him a cuddle because as always, he misses you and get you into bed for a little rest and lay down.”

“Of course he does.” Taron replied, running his left hand through his damp hair. “And yeah, a hot shower sounds amazing and the vouchers, well...” He stopped when Robyn gave her head a shake and a little smile his way.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me.” She said to him, her voice firmer then it had been since she let him in. “The vouchers were given to you to use when you needed them and you will use it, just not right now. I know how much you loved the bubbles the last time but a shower is more practical at this moment.”

“Thank you Robyn.” His voice was a little shaky, quiet and sad. He just couldn’t believe how lucky he had been, despite how he had met Robyn, to still have her in his life because her concern was genuine and obvious but the fact that she wasn’t pushing him to talk was helping to settle himself and try to think somewhat straight and just put some of his worries at bay for the moment. However, he still felt he needed to give Robyn some sort of quick explanation. “I just have had a …” His words were cut off again but his time because Robyn gave him the most serious of stares so he stopped speaking. He gave her what he hoped was a very appreciative look. “Thank you.” He looked to his bag which was sitting on her sink. “And clothes. I do have some…” He looked down his body. “They just happen to be wet.”

“I will find something for you. I kinda have a Taron shelf.”

“A Taron shelf?” He looked to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmmm. Your hoodie and jumper, a few t-shirts and a random pair of boxers you left behind last week. I just keep them all together.” She took a small step away from him. “Throw all your wet stuff into the laundry hamper and tomorrow I will wash it for you. Then take a shower. You know where everything is that you need ok?” She took some more steps away from him but kept facing him, only turning away from him to flick on the switch to her towel warmer. “Put the towel here before you shower. It will be warm for you when you get out.” She walked back over to him and wrapped him up in her arms again, feeling him a little colder if it was possible. “You can stay here for as long as you want.” She said into his shoulder, giving his jaw a kiss when she had finished speaking. “Take as long as you need under the hot water.” She let go of his body but reached for his hands. “Let’s just get you warm and into bed. That’s all we will do tonight. Nothing else.” She gave his hands a little rub, her thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. “Make use of that voucher for cuddles.”

He heart swelled with love for the woman who held his hands tight. As always, she didn’t pressure him, didn’t ask him a tonne of questions or force him to talk, just like she did when he came to visit her so many months ago and it was exactly what he needed right now. He didn’t want to talk about the last few hours. While he didn’t feel as wound up as Robyn gently rubbed his hands, he didn’t want to think about how his chest still felt a little tight, how every time he blinked he saw water. When he hugged Robyn though, that all went away so right now he really just wanted to hug her forever and never let her go.

“Taron?” Robyn saw how the Welshman disappeared into his head for a moment and saw his face frown. He was clearly rethinking about whatever had happened to him and she turned his hands over so she could knead the inside of his hands with her thumbs but stopped as he noticed some red marks on the palm of each hand. She ran the tip of her index finger over the small indents on his skin. Seeing that Taron was still in a world of his own, she rested the back of his right hand on the palm of her left and gently bent down each of his fingers, seeing that his finger nails were in the exact same place as the red marks. When she looked up to his face, he was looking at her now, again a horrible look of guilt on his soft features. She could tell he was waiting for her to ask and while she was desperate to know what had happened to him, it wasn’t the right time so instead gripped his hands tight and gave him a smile. “Want me to make you some tea?” She simply asked, not wanting to make him any more tense than he clearly was. She had told him he could talk to her when he was ready and having been in his shoes when she turned up on his set after Beth was caught under the shelf and she spent hours in the hospital, he had been patient and kind and she was most definitely going to pay him the same respect. Plus, she loved him dearly and wouldn’t see him any more miserable at that very moment.

Taron never realised he had left marks from his nails on his hands, not even feeling that he had dug them in hard enough to leave a mark when he was in the car and was quickly trying to think of how to start his story of being on set earlier for Robyn because he was sure she would ask but her question was not expected and as her voice drifted into his thoughts and the right side of his mouth lifted a tiny bit and he nodded. “Please.”

“Perfect. You shower and I will make you some tea.”

“Thank you Robyn.

“Do you want me to call someone to let them know you are ok? As in that you are here with me and safe?”

Taron shook his head. “Matthew already knows I am here. I will call my mam tomorrow.”

On hearing Taron admit that Matthew knew where he was, Robyn’s eyes widened and she put two and two together and got a very abrupt gist of why Taron was so upset, why he was with her in Kilcreen. She also didn’t miss the shame that filled his features, his eyes looking to the floor again as he realised he had let slip he had been with Matthew, giving it away that he had been working on set in Belfast, back for his water work but Robyn gave his hands a light squeeze. “Right here for you Taron.” She said to him gently and let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, lifting his face so he had to look at her. “No matter what ok? There is no rush to talk either. You take a shower, I will get you some dry clothes, some tea and then we can just lay down together.” It was a look of relief that now filled his face and he nodded, Robyn letting go his cheeks and pulling him to her. It was another long hug and Taron ended their embrace as it started by lifting her from her feet for a few seconds. “And just shout at me if you need me. Nudey nudes or not, I am coming in.”

She left him alone in the bathroom, giving his forehead a little kiss before leaving him, closing the door behind her as she went into her bedroom through the closet and Taron stood for moment looking at the closed door, wishing a little that she was still standing with him but she couldn’t stay while he showered. Giving himself a little shake followed by a shiver, he walked into the laundry room and grabbed himself one of Robyn’s clean towels and came back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, putting the towel over the towel warmer. He pulled his phone from his pocket and left it on the sink along with his wallet, then quickly kicked off his shoes and tugged his jeans off, throwing them straight into the laundry basket, hoping on each foot to take off his socks. He dragged his t-shirt up over his chest and head, dropping it in on top of his jeans. Once out of his boxers which he also put in the hamper with his socks, he then put his shoes into the bath. He decided he would worry about them tomorrow and he walked over to the shower, stepped in and turned it on, wincing as icy water hit his already cold skin, stepping out of the way until he felt the splashes on his legs warm up. He closed the glass doors but quickly opened them again when he felt horribly confined in the glass box and while the warmer water splashed his left thigh, the cold air rushed in onto his right but he couldn’t close the shower doors at the moment. It was just too much to be in an enclosed space with water and he needed to feel the breeze on his body to feel comfortable. The confinement of the glass shower reminded him too much of being stuck in the pool and he could feel his heart starting to race in his chest but having the door open helped stop him from panicking.

With the water warmer now falling on part of him, he stepped back under the spray, facing the open shower doors and let the rainfall shower pound on his head and face, keeping his eyes open the whole time, then moving forward to let the water hit on his shoulders, knowing he was holding so much tension between his shoulder blades, bending over a little so the water now reached his lower back. Any part of his body that wasn’t under the water was cold from the open shower doors. The shower was not going to be an overly warm one or a comfortable one so he grabbed Robyn’s shampoo to quickly wash his hair and then her body wash and gave himself a really quick wash and after less than five minutes was out of the shower and wrapping the towel around him which hadn’t even had a chance to warm up, he had been that quick in the shower. He didn’t expect the shower to have such a negative effect on him but while the falling water had felt good on his tense body, it still made him tremble a little with an apprehension he wasn’t expecting and was glad to be back in the open space of the bathroom.

He made sure to turn off the towel warmer and then he stood in front of the mirror and placed his hands on the sink and leaned forward, sighing. He felt so safe in Robyn’s home, felt more at ease then he had since he arrived in Ireland but was still very much on edge over his water work on set. He felt awful for not being able to complete his job, to finish his scenes, to do what he was being paid to do and was so apprehensive and concerned that he had ruined one of the most important scenes in the movie. Matthew had assured him they had enough for the scene but twice he had wasted footage and having never actually seen any of the water footage they filmed earlier, really had no idea if it looked good at all. He needed the scene to be perfect and wished so hard that Matthew had everything he needed because Taron knew he would never step foot into a swimming pool for a very long long time. Looking at his reflection, he let out another long sigh. He never expected to feel so overwhelmed by the simple task of taking a shower and was just so done with the day, he was ready to lay down and try to get some sleep. If he got any would be another story but he was going to be with Robyn and that meant that world to him at the moment when he felt so off form and edgy.

Running his hands through his wet hair, he could see the exhaustion in his face and feel it on his achy body, especially his shoulders and back and he felt very lonely by himself, so made his way to Robyn through her closet and bedroom, thinking maybe she had set his clothes out on her bed, but there was nothing there only the duvet pulled back and cwtch upside down, his bum in the air. Taron reached forward to fix the dinosaur and then continued his way out of Robyn’s bedroom. He had thought about looking through her closet for his clothes but knew it would just be quicker to ask Robyn to get them for him, plus while he knew she wouldn’t mind if he snooped, he was starting to get a little desperate for her company again. She was standing at her counter beside the sink with her back to him, clearly making him his tea as he could hear her stirring the spoon in the cup, the quiet of the house a little uncomfortable when he was used to some kind of music in her living area. Padding barefooted in around the island and towards her, Taron made sure his towel was tucked in very tightly at his left hip, feeling water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders, back and chest. He really should have given his hair a rub dry but he needed to not be alone and wanted to be beside Robyn as quick as he could. Again making sure his towel was tucked in securely, he walked over towards his friend who was standing still making his tea.

Robyn had been concentrating on making Taron a hot drink, giving the liquid a little more sweetness than normal, deciding to do his tea first so it would be ready for him, her thoughts racing in her head. She had been trying to stop herself from overthinking about what had happened to Taron on set because she knew well he had been in Belfast for his re-shoots as soon as he mentioned Matthew. Something had gone down on set, something that had really frightened him because she had felt how hard he had hugged her, how miserable he looked, how panicky he was as he stood in her doorway, how he was so nervous and jumpy. She had told him she didn’t want to know when he was back in Belfast because the last time, well things hadn’t gone so well. However, it seemed his water work was cursed as he appeared at her home in the middle of the night and Robyn was so very sure that was why he was in her house at three am after walking in the rain to get to her. Filming must have gone terribly wrong during the day. He was always welcome in her home and Robyn was so glad Taron knew he could come to her whenever he wanted or needed, that he trusted her to come to her when he was upset but she hated seeing him so. He was nearly always smiling and laughing, constantly singing and something was so clearly bothering him and she didn’t want to push him to talk. Right now, he needed hugs and cuddles and someone to just be with him and that was what she would do, intending on fulfilling his voucher for a Robyn cuddle as quickly as she could.

She figured he would take some time in the shower, warming up, knowing how much she loved her rainfall shower, just standing under the water, probably needing the time to himself for a bit but once he was done, it wouldn’t take him long to get dressed and she could easily get his clothes from the cubby she had filled his with his things and leave them on the bed for him. Having his tea already made, meant he could get straight under the duvet once dressed, drink something warm and then she planned on just holding him and letting him rest and sleep if he could, making thorough use of the ‘Robyn cuddle’ voucher he had brought with him.

She finished stirring the sugar and milk into his tea and threw the spoon into the sink. The liquid was piping hot and knew it would be perfect for him to further warm him up. Grabbing the handle of the cup, she carefully lifted the mug and spun on her feet, stepping back in shock with a shout, dropping the cup which smashed on the floor, the tea splashing all over her tiles. Taron had been standing a few feet from her but he had been so quiet coming into the kitchen that she had no idea he was there and she got a fright when she turned and saw him, letting go of the cup in surprise.

“Shit!” She cursed at the same time Taron cursed too, a loud ‘fuck’ coming from his mouth.

“Jesus Robyn sorry.” He apologised seeing the slight alarm on her face for a moment, feeling a few light splashes on his feet and legs as he stood about two feet away from her when she dropped the cup. “Fuck I should have made some noise.” He said. “I am sorry. I didn’t know you hadn’t heard me.” On seeing the surprise still on her face, he went to move towards her but he felt Robyn reach out to stop him, her two hands going flat on his chest, pushing him back.

“No no no!” When she saw Taron go to walk to her, Robyn immediately reached out to stop him and she called out to him a little more loudly than she meant too to get him to stop, the tone of her voice having the desired effect as he took a step backwards. His skin was still cold but it was also wet and with her hands on his chest, Robyn could feel his heart thumbing hard. His skin was as soft as always but the chill to his skin was so unlike how warm he always ran, but seeing on how he was only dressed in a towel and the floor was all wet with broken porcelain, she gave him another little push to really make him move back. “You have no shoes on.” She explained when she felt his want to move to her again. She really stretched forward, keeping her hands firmly on his chest to keep him from moving. “You will cut up your feet. The cup is in a few pieces on the floor and that tea was very hot.”

Taron looked down to see some slippers on Robyn’s feet, little wet spots on the brown velvet but then realised that she was right and moved back so while her hands were still on his body, she wasn’t putting as much force into making sure he wouldn’t walk forward. The floor was slightly flooded with a light brown liquid and the blue cup was in five, maybe six bits on the floor. “Shit Robyn I am so fucking sorry.” He apologised again.

“Taron it is ok.” Robyn said to him, her hands still on his chest. She looked to him, frowning. “You didn’t stay in the shower very long.” She said. “You are still cold and wet.”

“Just out of the shower.” He answered her.

“Yeah, and still cold.” She scowled at him. She took a long step over the split liquid, giving him another little push so he walked backwards, hesitating until he felt her really putting her weight into the slight shove she gave him and he started to walk backwards, Robyn following his footsteps.

“Robyn…” Taron let her guide him backwards but looked over her shoulders to the mess on the floor. “Fuck I am so sorry.” He ran both of his hands through his hair and down his face.

“It is just some tea Taron and a cup.”

“I will replace it for you.” He said sincerely, his hand going through his hair again as some pieces fell into his eyes.

Robyn kept Taron walking backwards until he was at the seats at the breakfast bar, putting her hands on his shoulders to make him sit down. “It is a cup Taron. You don’t have to replace it.”

“I didn’t even think to make any noise. Normally you hear everything.” He said to her as she took her hands away from him, missing the warmth from the skin to skin contact with her.

“True but you snuck in so quietly. I don’t even remember hearing the shower being turned off.” She replied. “And the fact that you are barefooted, it is easy to walk in here and not make a sound and I was kind of in a world of my own.” She admitted to him. “Thinking.”

“How about we leave the thinking until tomorrow?” He suggested. “Might be best for all.”

Robyn nodded to him. “Sure.” She looked over her shoulder to the floor and then back to him. “You are to stay here. There are shards all over the floor and if you step on one, it will hurt you and cut up your feet.” She waited for him to agree and then walked away from him, opening a drawer on the way to take out two tea towels. “Why are you still not in the shower warming up?” She asked as she dropped the tea-towels on the ground, the white material turning a light brown colour as it soaked up the tea. She then crouched down to started picking up the large pieces of the broken cup. “I thought I might have had to come looking for you. I know you love that shower.”

Taron watched as Robyn carefully picked up the cup that she had dropped because he had given her a fright and wanted to help her but knew she would have yelled at him if he moved so sat as he was, adjusting his towel over his legs. She was still dressed in the same pyjamas despite the fact that their hug has dampened the material and as she stretched to pick up part of the blue cup, Taron couldn’t help but stare as the V-neck of the top moved in the most perfect way. Memories of laying against her in Paris flashed through his mind and he adjusted the towel again, looking back to Robyn, the woman on the floor waiting for him to answer her question. “Yeah, I do love your shower but I was warm so I came out.”

Robyn stopped mid-picking up of the cup handle and stared at her friend. “Liar.” She simply said and stood up to put the broken bits in her hand in the bin. “You weren’t even in there for five minutes.” She bent down to get the last of the pieces of broken cup and dropped them into the bin and stood looking at him. “If you are warm, why can I see goosebumps on your skin? Why could I feel the chill on your skin less than a minute ago.” She asked him raising an eyebrow his way.

“I was warm.” He said, his arms folded around himself. “But now in your open plan living area, it is cold.”

Robyn had been back on the floor wiping up the spilt tea and stopped to stare at him again. “Hmmm sure. So, if I go over there and touch you, you will be warm still?”

“Well no. Cold because it is cold in here.”

Robyn looked at him before wiping up the last of the tea and then got to her feet. “And you were never warm in the first place. Why didn’t you take a longer shower? It would have done you the world of good.” She asked him, dropping the tea towels into the sink and tearing off some paper towel, before she got on the floor again she waited for him to answer.

“I eh… Well… I just…” Taron stumbled over his words and ran both hands through his hair, shuddering as some more cold drops of water dripped onto his bare skin.

“Just waiting for the cuddle to get warm yeah?” She interrupted his stuttering, seeing how uncomfortable he was with the question she had asked him.

“It’s the best way to get warm.” Taron managed to get out in one sentence.

“Well let me finish this and I will get you your clothes and we will get going on that cuddle.” She threw the paper towel into the bin “Or you can go and get them yourself. They are in one of the cubbies in my wardrobe.”

“It’s ok. I can wait. I will wait for you.” Taron said, fixing his towel again as it slipped down his thigh. “You sure you don’t want some help? It was my fault.”

Robyn stood up and grabbed the sodden tea towels from the sink. “It wasn’t anyone fault and nope all done. Let me dump this in the washing machine.” She walked past him and into the laundry room, throwing the wet material straight into the washing machine drum. She then walked back out to him. “Come on and I will get your clothes. Then I can make you another cup of tea.”

“I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Robyn shook her head. “It’s ok, really. Come on.” She reached for his hand and led him back into the bedroom and closet. “God you are still freezing Taron.” She held his hand between her two and started to rub his hand as they stood in her closet.

“I am fine Robyn.”

She didn’t answer him but dropped his hand to take out some of the clothes he had left with her over the last few months. “I don’t have any trousers but here are some dry and clean boxer shorts and a t-shirt.” She took out the blue t-shirt she loved wearing around the house, one he had given her when he came to see her back in April. “I will wash your clothes tomorrow and dry them for you but until then, these will have to do. I can also give you the black jumper. I know it is one of your favourites.”

“These are fine. Thank you Robyn.” Taron took them from her, already smelling the gorgeous scent of laundry detergent on the clothes in his hands. “Really, this is perfect.” He looked at her and tried to smile but it was still hard to feel that emotion.

“You change and I am going to re-make the tea. You hungry? Want anything to eat?”

Taron shook his head, fixing the towel that was falling a little from his hips, holding it one hand, his clothes in the other. “No thanks. The tea is fine.”

“Ok. Give me two and if you come out, please make some noise ok?”

“Yeah ok.” He agreed. “See you in two.”

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Robyn and Taron #Love #Friendship #Trust #hugs #cuddle #hurt #Anxiety

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suwundae · 1 year

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Thorns | Izuru Kamakura X self-insert

I know I haven't uploaded for a while and there's a genuine and understandable reason for that...I forgot I had a Tumblr. So here's something I wrote for my Amino! <33

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"Be careful next time," He said as he pulled a thorn out of my finger tip, making me flinch.

"I was careful.”

I flinched again when he pulled another one out.

“Be more careful.”

“I was careful,” I repeated, obviously frustrated. Unintentionally I went on the defense as he continued to examine my arms. “I fell, it was an accident. How is that my fault? Why am I getting blamed for something that was an accident?”

“I wasn’t blaming you.” The way he spoke was his normal monotone. How he held my arm, however, was completely different. Usually he’d grab me effortlessly, light touches and grabs like he didn’t want to touch me in the first place, or tight holds on my body with little to no regard for my flesh or bones. Tonight was different though. Tonight he held my arm as if it was already broken and any rough handling would shatter it further. I was probably making it up but…he held it like my safety mattered. I kinda expected him to be faster.

“Ow,” I sighed as he pulled another out, moving from my hand to the rest of my arm.

“Ow!” I cried louder, snatching my arm away from him. I looked at the fresh blood that dripped from my arm and frowned. “I’ll do it myself.”

I moved my other arm towards him to take the tweezers, cringing a bit from the pain the thorns slowly moving with me caused.

“I don’t think you can-.”

“Give it.”

I doubt the face I made looked any less in pain because he refused, instead getting up and wrapping an arm around me to keep me in place at his side.

“Hold still.”

“No, y’know I think I’ll just keep them. Like cute little skin pets-. Ow!”

He moved slightly faster which helped to get it over with quicker but not with the pain. I squirmed against him as he pulled each out, discarding them who knows where since I couldn’t exactly see with both our hair in my face. All I could do was feel. Feel each thorn get pulled from my skin one by one, his hair as it lightly brushed my face, his shallow breaths against my skin and the bandaids he pressed on each wound. I caught light glimpses of them as he moves. Random assortments of various Sanrio characters and heart shaped rainbows now adorned my arm. They were from the different packs I had given him in pathetic attempts for friendship. I assumed he would have thrown them away but I guess it’s good that he didn’t…

“Are there any in your face?” He asked. His sudden asking after working in complete silence startled me a bit. I pressed my lips together, not wanting to tell him but I knew I needed to get them out.

“Just one.”

He moved my hair out of the way and I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction to the rest of my face. I didn’t want to hear about my uneven eyebrows or be questioned on the scar on my eyebrow or the spots of acne on my forehead and he didn’t. He just removed the thorn then patched me up.

“You’d be better off hating Talents again.” He said under his breath. It was quiet and I could barely hear him over my gasps of pain but I’m sure that’s what he said.

“Do you not-?”

“Why did you call me?”

That shut me up real quick…

I look up at him for a second before looking away, trying to find a good enough excuse.

“Does anyone else know you’re out here?”

“No… Ow, that one really hurt!”

“So let me get this right,” He sighed as he placed another bandaid on me, “you went into the middle of nowhere alone to confront someone you assumed was stalking you.”

I tapped my fingers against my thigh and I thought up a response.

“Relax, I’m an adult-.”

“In age alone.”

He ripped out another few thorns and then moved on to my back. We sat in silence as he pulled out a few more until I broke it.

“I think there’s one on the back of my head…”

He moved back up to my head, moving my curls out of the way in a silent search before pulling it out and moving down to my leg.

“Be more careful next time.”

He said it in the same tone as before but, now being able to look past my intense urge for self-preservation, I could almost hear actual concern in his voice. Either that or it was the slight blood loss.

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#fanfic #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa goodbye despair #izuru kamukura #izuru kamakura self insert

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gamergirlmandy87 · 2 years

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Sim Life: part 12

Friendsgiving,

I spent all day cooking for Thanksgiving. Kyle came over to help me get ready. Naoki and Megumi came and brought their friends. Their friends brought their kids. I loved every moment of it. The house was so full of laughter and joy. Everyone loved the food. Kyle made a fish dinner and I made a lemon pie, and salad, and 🦐shrimp cocktail. I even ask Kyle how he felt about me inviting Laurie. I had saw her at the hospital, she came in with food poison. I felt so bad and ended up asking her to come. Kyle said he was fine with it, that she new where he stood and that he didn’t see any reason that they couldn’t be adult about it. The evening went by fast and Once again Laurie left early. This time however she pulled me aside and really lost it then left.

Laurie: Charlie I have to tell you this. Look I don’t feel right being here with Kyle. He has made it very very clear to me that he wants nothing to do with me in anyway at all. I never thought he felt that way since he let me sleep on his sofa when I would lock myself out, or when he would come fix things for me around my house. He was always so sweet, and treated me better then anyone else.

Charlie: I really am sorry that you are upset. Truly I am.

Laurie: Yeah, well that doesn’t help me feel any better.

Charlie: You said you only wanted him for a rebound anyway. So why do you care so much?

Laurie: Wow really? Charlie are you that clueless. No guy ever tells me No... Ever... When I want a guy I get him. I tried after your little party to hook up with him. I went over to his place for two weeks trying everything. All he would do is tell me to please just respect myself more, and leave him alone. That I needed to just accept the idea that not every guy wanted me. Can you believe that shit? I even showed up in my sexist leather lingerie set. He Handed me one of his jackets and told me to go home.

Charlie: I really don’t know why you came tonight. Why didn’t you just say no when I invited you, if this was going to bother you and make you made.

Laurie: I had to give it one more shot. After going over to his place for two weeks, I noticed he was gone more then ever, and not just for work. I noticed he would be gone two and three nights each week. When He came home it was late, and one night he never even came home. That morning I was out for a jog and saw him come in around 6am he was smiling like he won the lotto or something. He went in and came out in his work clothes in no time. I knew it had to be someone that was making him so happy.

Charlie: You sound like you are obsessed with him. Why would you do that?

Laurie: Look don’t act like you know who I am Charlie. You are so clueless. After he came home that morning all happy, I made sure to figure out if the person making him so happy was the reason he pushed me away. Then what do I see but you a days later leaving early in the morning. I knew you had stayed over with him. You are a real bi@#h Charlie.

Charlie: What the hell are you saying? I never slept with him, we are just friends. I am not his type. You are completely off base.

Laurie: You may think your friends, But I see how he looks at you and talks with you. Do you even know what he likes?

Charlie: No and that is none of my business. I care for him very much, But I would never push myself on him Like you have tried to do.

Laurie: Charlie, He likes shy, quiet, goody goody losers like you. And he likes them fat... Just like you.

Before I could say anything she pushed me aside and went out slamming the door. Everyone was looking at me. Tears filled my eyes and I went into the bathroom. Megumi came in behind me and hugged me so tight. I told her what happened. She hugged me closer, and simply said.

Megumi: Charlie don’t let her hurt you that is what she wants. She want’s you to feel bad like she does. She is jealous because you have what she wants. Your beauty shines inside, and out. Laurie doesn’t have that. She may be beautiful but that is only outside. Inside she is jealous, and cruel. That makes her ugly to some. We all are here for you, we are here for you no one else. Don’t let her keep you from seeing those who care for you.

Charlie: I know and thank you for being by my side. I am so embarrassed.

Kyle: Charlie are you ok? I wanted to come check on you, but they told me to give you a minute. I just can’t stand to see you hurting. It is all my fault. I am so sorry. If you want I will leave, but I need to know you are going to be ok first.

Megumi: Talk to him If you like. He does care for you very much. You may not see it right now but you will. I promise you that.

I came out of the bathroom and was met with a hug from Kyle, and everyone talked louder and laughed and acted as if they had no clue anything happened. Kyle laughed and told me they planed it as I was in the bathroom. That they thought it best to go on and not give any time to what Laurie did. Oddly it helped and the rest of the night went by great. Kyle and I ended the night by cleaning, and he stayed over. We just talked and fell asleep on the sofa together.

#ts4 sim stories legacy

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survivor-north-sea · 1 year

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episode thirteen: "[tiktok voice] she's just a baby!!!!" - Trinica

Tyler Frazier

Alyssa played a better game on BB24 than I am playing right now.

Trinica

The vote went off as planned, no idols were played, and AJ is gone :( I genuinely feel so so so bad about that vote. [tiktok voice] she's just a baby!!!!

This wasn't the best move for me right now, but it was the best move to show trust in vecepia alliance + Raffy, so here we are. I don't think for one second that Champ, Tyler, and JayJay are buying my "oh Jinx popped into my DMs a minute before tribal telling me they don't trust AJ any more" but I had to say something. They were going to assume I spilled the beans anyway lol.

So next up...JayJay, Champ, or Tyler!

Jayjay

I’m wondering why Jinx forfeited the challenge… I tried my best on this one but glad that it was Toni out of anyone who won immunity 👏🏼 Proud

Trinica

I actually thought I had this challenge in the bag but Moby Dick fucked me. As it so often does. I'm glad my ally won BUT I really wish it was me because I think Champ/Tyler/JayJay don't trust either of us so now I'm probably their target. All it takes is a well-placed idol and I go home.

Raffy

I'm glad to see that last tribal council went exactly as I thought. My alliance has had such a death grip in this game. However, at the Final 7, I have a feeling tonight is going to go my way. There are too many idol variables. I feel like I am getting idoled out tonight for real this time. Oh well. I think our plan is remaining the same. We are not going to talk to the other side as to give them no ideas. Hopefully it seems like we will be voting JayJay. They use any idols they have on her. We vote someone else. If it works, great! If it doesn't, wig.

Tyler Frazier

So I did awful in the challenge per usual, I don’t know what the plan is tonight and I’ll probably be left out of the vote or shocked by it again. BUT here’s what I think will happen We say we are voting raffy and he plays an idol or “miraculously” gets the numbers once again sending Jayjay or myself out of the game

Champ

If I stay in throw this next round, I’m gonna fight for an immunity run! At first it was strategic to make me seen as non threatening, but now I need to build my resume

Toni

Theme: How Did I win immunity?

AJ is gone!! A queen truly but she had to go lol I could not keep up with her betrayals lol. The scariest thing is thinking you're at the top of an alliance and not knowing you're actually on the bottom. Even though I won Immunity this round I am still a little bit anxious about a blindside or a flip this round by one of my allies. Trinica has grown increasingly quiet but I think it's because she feels like she's in danger this round. I want to do everything to keep trinica safe this round.

Also, HOW DID I WIN IMMUNITY?

Just when I had given up all hope I was ever going to be a challenge winner looool I was not expecting it. I hope I can win more. That would be cool. This one felt a bit like luck lol. I'm very worried about the next few rounds but I'm very worried about this round simply because I feel like an idol will be played tonight and I may lose and ally which will make the next tribal very difficult.

The best we can hope for is a misplayed Idol.

Byeeeeeeeeeeee

Jinx

jinxcast for f8 but going into f7 https://voca.ro/1eU58SflmxCx

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tobemyownsavior · 2 years

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It’s like the ocean

[found in my drafts from around 2019] It has been close to a year since I last wrote on here. I felt a great deal of relief after letting a lot of it out in writing. I have been in an amazing place in my life. I almost completely forgot these things even happened to me for a little while. I was in a blissful state of just being. Perhaps it’s because I have been living in a new country and have been able to create a whole new life completely on my own. Maybe its because I have met such amazing people who I am blessed to know. I have been able to escape who I was and reinvent myself to be whoever I want. However, trauma is like the ocean... it comes in waves (cheesy I know). And for me it’s usually long periods of still water slowly building and randomly something will trigger a huge crash. Tonight is one of those waves. I finished the third season of 13 reasons why, not a very good show but regardless, it brought up a lot of these things I had basically forgotten about. They had popped into my mind here and there but never lingered. I decided to reread this page and haven't been able to stop crying since. Reflecting on who I am since I wrote that, I think I have healed in some ways and became stagnant in others. I have not been able to tell anyone else about what has happened to me. I am so ashamed I haven't even been able to admit every detail to myself let alone to someone else. I think I am partially still in denial because I feel as though I have lived 4 different lives. That life is so far from who I am today that she is almost unrecognizable so I don’t even try. I also walk around as if nothing has ever happened to me. Basically anyone who knows me has no idea or the full extent... I stay quiet even during conversations about sexual assault, I don’t tell my story to almost anyone. I also feel so embarrassed and uncomfortable at the thought of having to tell someone new. I feel stupid because what if it’s not enough to be classified as sexual assault... it’s not as black and white as the media portrays in these films and tv shows. I’m also pissed off that I’m the one that has to feel so uncomfortable just to be able to tell someone else about it and make them feel uncomfortable because they don't know what to say or how to react. I hate making other people uncomfortable because of my trauma. It makes me sick. I know I need to be able to open up about this to others who I trust in order to keep healing, but sometimes I enjoy living in the bliss of the unknown. Anyway, I am just here to say I am still hurting but most important I am still continuing to heal. Day by day. “Just because someone carries it well, doesn’t mean it isn't heavy”

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

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He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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