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[klwrites]

Every breath you take,

Ty @femaustinpowers for the req!

Warnings: sexual harassment, lowkey lazy writing, not prof read, wrote this while I sat in the bathtub for 3 hours

Summary: reader works as a bartender and Adrian decided it was his duty to protect you from creeps at the bar, with or without your knowledge.

Adrian works as a busboy. He knows what the restaurant industry is like. The fast cash is addicting and convenient so he can’t blame you for wanting to bartend, even though he’s stated many times he doesn’t approve of the job for you. I mean, how could he just let his gorgeous, jaw dropping girlfriend make drinks for old men at late hours of the night with no fear?

So, logically, he follows you to work and slyly slips into the room whenever customers begin to come in. So far Adrian didn’t tell you that he basically stalks you, but he thought of it to be part of his duty as your boyfriend. You’ve caught him there a few times but he always plays it off like he’s surprising you at work.

Tonight was no different, a Saturday night plus a popular local DJ was playing which attracted a crowd. Adrian gripped his cup of ginger ale, it was on his tenth refill, as he watched you converse with another regular. He knew the regulars better than you did, as he’s followed a few of them home and done extensive research to make sure no criminal masterminds are plotting on you.

The regular that had his attention wasn’t a criminal mastermind, but almost worse. A beautiful and muscular tattoo artist who constantly offered you discounted tattoos. He tattooed multiple of your coworkers, so you felt obliged to be friendly with him. Adrians eyes stayed strained on the artist who had yet to cross the line enough to kill as the artist collected his drink from you. The artist used his free hand to thank you by gently caressing your own hand, a typical move he used.

But of course, he’d give you a huge tip, and Adrian held himself back (lowkey boundaries progress!! You two got in a little tiff over him being overbearing, but you still appreciate his protection). He was anticipating the artist to go back to his table to whichever girl he had recently found like always, but that never happened. Instead the artist remained seated at the bar, downed his drink, and got another.

Next you decided it was time for a bathroom break. As you left the bar you passed the artist, who stood up like he was eager to follow you. Adrian nearly lounged on him then and there,

“So where is my lovely bartender going?” The muscular artist asked as he stood to face you,

“Just to the bathroom. I’ll be right back don’t worry. You can ask anyone over there for a drink too.” You politely attempted to separate yourself from this man’s friendliness.

Right as you turned to leave, the artist gently tapped your butt cheek like it was some hug goodbye

“Don’t be gone long, sweet cheeks.”

Flustered, angry, and nervous, all you managed was to quickly look at him with a forced smile and sped walked to the bathroom.

Adrian, filled with rage, saw his opportunity to sneakily de-escalate the situation. Storming over to the artist with weeks of built up anger over his steady creepiness, Adrian bother holding back.

He grabbed the back of the artists shirt, tugging him backwards. Now Adrian could look him in the eyes as he drove his fist into the artists face, and quickly pulled him out of the room to discreetly finish his lesson.

After a few broken ribs, black eye, and bloody nose Adrian left the artist in the alleyway to sit with his pain. Wanting to see your face, he sat himself at the bar where someone who had watched him blow the first punch approached him.

“You the guy that punched that stuck up artist? He stole my ex wife, I’m buying a round of shots in your favor!”

Everyone cheered in his honor, Adrian happily reveling in his glory, proud to be appreciated.

As you returned from your overly long bathroom break (most of it was spent watching reels silently in the stall), you scrunched up your face confused since the man harassing you was gone and your adorable boyfriend was in his place, while everyone was cheering him on.

You were absolutely star struck by his impeccable timing and happiness overcame your confusion as you ran to into his arms. It felt much better to be touched lovingly by a man you trust after the douche from earlier. His arms tightly wrapped around your upper back as he gave you a huge grin before kissing you.

As you slowly pulled away, you quietly asked

“Uh, did I miss something?”

“Not really.”

He pulled you back in for another kiss, usikg his dominant hand to hold your face a gently pet your cheek with his thumb. When he pulled away, his expression got serious for a split second as he took his non dominant thumb and wiped something off your face.

“What was that?”

He gave you a suspicious face, “nothing. Hot sauce. Maybe ketchup. You should know it’s your face.”

He always got defensive when trying to lie. You glanced at his dominant hand, the one that was on your face, noticing just a smidge of dark red liquid smeared on part of his hand.

Then you grabbed his hands and observed his knuckles.

“Babe, what did you do?”

A part of you was worried he’d kill someone out of costume. And he knew that was exactly what you were thinking.

“I didn’t-“ he defensively pulled his hands away, but you grabbed his hand back instantly and guided him to the employee bathroom to clean him up.

“I didn’t kill him. I just gave him what he deserved!“

You kept aquaphor on you at all times since Adrian was no stranger to these situations. He watched lovingly as you gently applied the ointment across his knuckles.

“Incase you were worried, that’s mostly not my blood.”

A part of you was angry, since you had just talked about this. You were starting to connect the dots, wondering if those surprise visits were actually surprises or not. But when you looked at his face you realized it really didn’t matter. He stared at you like you were a god, hoping that the sacrifice offering was enough to appease you. And honestly, it was thoughtful. You couldn’t count the amount of times you felt unsafe at your job pre Adrian.

You hands held his face as you took a moment to admire his thoughtfulness and bravery. Not a lot of men would be as dedicated and loyal as he is.

“Gosh, I don’t deserve you, Adrian.”

[klwrites]

Can we talk about how tiring it is to be a fan cuz I don’t have time to watch all the shows and movies and read all the comics and read all the fanfiction then write fanfiction and also go to my two jobs and go to college do homework and like buy groceries and stuff the fact I can’t teleport is insane I don’t have time

[klwrites]

Now taking requests!!! I would love requests for Superman, supergirl, or Adrian chase!!

[klwrites]

hi hi hi!!! Can i request a fic or drabble or whatever with a jaso todd x reader where reader is dating jason and they're very very loyal but reader has the biggest crush on superman since they were a teen. And superman is (technically) Jason's uncle in a way. How would that unfold?

Thank you(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Surprise

Not proof read in the slightest 😬

Jason protectively wrapped his arm around your shoulder after picking you up from work to walk you home. Suddenly, you gripped his shirt by his chest, gasping. Assuming the worst, he went for the knife in his jacket. Slightly confused with no enemy in sight, he scanned your face to see what and where the trouble was. 

Oh. Just him.

“I think that was Superman!! Did you see?” 

He held you closer, still shaken from the idea danger was with you guys. Now that Jason thought about it, you had never talked about your opinion on Superman before, making this conversation a little surprising. 

“You’re a fan?” He asked, turning to fixate on you. 

It would be unfortunate to him if you were a Superman fan. He felt a little awkward about it all since he knows way more than you think he does. He didn’t want to bring you into that world but didn’t want to lie to you about it. The blue sky reflected into your eyes that were filled with joy. That was one good thing about it, seeing the way you light up made him feel better. 

“How could anyone not be? The  people of metropolis must sleep so easily at night. Superman doesn’t let anyone die.” 

Guilt. Jason felt it in the left of his chest. The feeling spread to his stomach as he thought of last night. Some guard was in his way. Jason had do take him out, but Superman wouldn’t have let anyone die. What would you think if you knew? Surely you'd understand that he did what needed to be done. Or would it be easier to explain he came back from the dead and mainly thinks about murder. or you.

He played his guilt off like jealousy

"He's alright. I'm more of a Wonder Woman person myself." He half joked.

You playfully shoved him.

“Yeah, you and every 20 year old guy out there. I wish lived in metropolis just to get one interview with Superman.”

You worked as a reporter for a local newspaper in Gotham, but your career hadn’t really kicked off yet. There’s plenty of crime in Gotham so its citizens don’t care much for reading on it.

Jason was alone on patrol on an unusually quiet night. So quiet he hit up his favorite 24/7 fast food shop for a burger and snacked on it from a rooftop that overlooked your apartment complex (you know, just to be sure that you’re safe. It’s completely normal and necessary). Thinking of your interaction earlier Jason punched in Dicks contact,

“Hey Dick, you busy?”

“Not really, I just got finished putting a thief away but other then that it’s been a quiet night.”

“Same here. Uh, so, you’re close with Kent right?” He shyly spoke.

“I mean yeah,” Dick laughed, “technically so are you.”

“I pretty sure Kent likes you more than me, so can I ask a favor?”

Dick smirked at Jason’s semi shy tone.

“What’s the favor?”

“Could he possibly come do an interview with a friend of mine.”

“A friend? I didn’t know you had friends.” Dick joked.

“She’s a local reporter—“

“She..?”

“I hear the stupid smirk on your face. Could you please just ask?”

“Well since you said please—“

“Shut up. Anyway. I think I see something happening that I have to go check out. She works at the office next to the new Jitters cafe.”

Jason hung up the phone and headed towards the street. He carefully peaked outside of an alleyway, silently following the suspect who walked into a convenience store. He watched the suspicious individual through the window where Jason confirmed his suspicions. The suspect was holding a gun at the innocent cashier when Jason came to her defense. The robber made a run for it, Jason quickly followed.

He was led down a dark alley, and, well, the next twenty minutes were not pretty. Hidden in the ally were a lot of men with weapons, ready to defend the robber. Jason was heavily outnumbered, so he took a bit of a beating but still landed on top. He did take a brick to the head, and a knife to the shin. He’d live but it was not an amazing combination. Not only was Jason having a particularly hard time walking, eyesight was spotty, and holding up his head became very difficult.

Giving in, jason decided on heading to your apartment for safety since it was so close. It was about time you found out his secret anyways. He took his mask off, and found the spare key to your apartment.

Jason could hardly stand, see, or hear, but the first thing he did was check on you. You were peacefully asleep, so he gently shut the door to your room and went back towards the bathroom looking for the medical supplies.

He sat on the floor, in pain and defeated after finally dressing his wounds. With no energy left, he slipped into sleep.

When morning came you eventually had to use the bathroom. Unaware of its current occupancy, you shrieked at the horrific sight. A pile of bandages, bloodied paper towels, bloodied clothes, and Jason passed out on the floor.

At least he cleaned himself up before sleeping

You knelt down and shook Jason’s shoulders. While doing so you noticed the red helmet next to him. You eyes widened, the shock causing you to shake Jason faster.

His eyes flashed open.

“Thought I’d surprise you this morning,” he tiredly joked, but you didn’t find it funny.

He slowly got off the ground, his body aching in consequence of sleeping on the hard floor. You stared at him in shock as he kissed your cheek before gently moving you aside to leave the bathroom, and walked straight into the kitchen.

You followed, speechless at his lack of explanation.

“Sorry, killer headache, making coffee for both of us. You can use the bathroom now. I promise I’ll clean up later.”

As you peed you looked down at your floor. Bulletproof chest, red helmet, jacket with a bat emblem.

Oh lord, what have I gotten myself into

You wondered if you should be afraid with a dangerous vigilante in your home, but it was conflicting too much with your perception of Jason.

Jason had set out a cup of coffee made just the way you like it, as he quietly sipped on his.

“I have to leave for work in an hour. Explain fast, please.” You lifted the coffee, needing all the caffeine you can get today.

“I mean, there’s not too much to explain? You saw the suit. I know you know of him.”

You knew of redhood from working in journalism.

“But why do you do this? For money?”

Jason was silent for a moment.

“I want the streets to be safer. I grew up in crime ally and want to stop anyone from ending up hurt the way I was..”

The only thing you knew about his personal life was him being adopted.

“So you just learned to fight? How have you not died?”

Now doesn’t really feel like the right time to bring up being trained by Batman.

“I, uh, that’s—“

“If it’s too personal I understand.”

“No, no, I just know you’re on a time crunch. I was trained by Batman. But we’ve gone our separate ways.”

“Separate ways?”

He felt surprisingly emotional. There wasn’t a way to sugarcoat why they went their own way.

“I promise that I’m safe. No one can kill me.” Not again

He reassured you, placing his hand on the back of your head to pull your forehead in for a kiss.

“You should get ready for work.”

“You’re right. Thank you for telling me, Jay. Your secrets are safe with me. And promise me you won’t go out for a few nights. No more surprises, okay?”

You held his cheek, smiling.

“No more surprises, I swear.” He smiled into your palm.

You managed to make it to work on time, and had a somewhat productive day despite having so much to think about. Towards the end of your day, you had been sleepily making a third cup of coffee when the receptionist grabbed your attention.

“Your four o’clock is here for their interview. He said he was meeting you on the terrace? Is that right to you?”

My four o’clock? I don’t remember that.

But, you’ll take what you can get.

“Uh, yes…”

You quickly finished crafting the coffee and curiously headed to the terrace, but no one was there.

“Um, hello?”

“Hi there!”

You jumped, not expecting a response that you can’t see. The voice came from behind you. When you turned around, a large figure was smiling at you from the sky.

“A friend said you wanted an interview.”

Superman. Superman is talking to me.

He drifted back into the ground to be eye level with you.

It was almost impossible to keep it together. He had been your crush since you were a teenager. But how could you ever expect to meet him? Especially from Gotham?

“Of course! Uh, My name is (your name),”

“(Your name) it’s nice to meet you.” Superman spoke with a charming smile.

You marched into your apartment, walking on sunshine. The first thing you did was grab Jason’s head and forcibly kiss him. He wasted no time in returning the kiss, his hand placed on your hips. You finally let go for a moment,

“Jay, you beautiful, amazing man.”

You placed another kiss on his cheek.

His face was pink from all the sudden attention.

“I’m actually not sure what the occasion is” he sheepishly said.

You only rolled your eyes. Nobody else you know could possibly of contacted Superman.

“I’m forever in debt yo you Jay, seriously. How can I make it up to you?”

You pressed more kisses around his face.

Jason was loving every moment of this, but that didn’t make him any less confused.

“Uh, anytime..?” Kiss

he smiled, feeling warm from blushing.

“But seriously,” kiss “what did I do?”

“Superman came and visited me at work today!! And you said no more surprises!” Kiss You smiled, happily hugging him.

“Oh yeah, I did do that—“ kiss

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Intro + masterlist ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

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Hello! I write mostly x reader (sorry). If you like marvel, dc, (movies and comics), the hunger games, the last of us, the walking dead, the secret history, attack on titan, probably more, we’d get along !!

Requests are open!! Mostly writing for marvel/dc rn

Masterlist

˙ᵕ˙= fluff ᴖ̈= angst

( ˘ ³˘) Natasha Romanoff

ᴖ̈ Dream about me — thunderbolts*! Reader in the void and sees Natasha again.

Jason Todd

˙ᵕ˙ Blah, Blah, Blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff — Jason Todd can’t think straight around you

˙ᵕ˙ Suprise — Reader reveals her huge crush on Superman to Jason

Damien Wayne

uh oh (part 1, part 2, part 3)— reader has uncontrollable powers causing the city the burst in flames and Damien feels the need to help you.

Ellie Williams

Little talks (prologue, part 1) — reader is a refugee from the scars, and while learning how to live in Jackson she meets Ellie. Sorry I don’t think I’m gonna continue this for a few months.

[klwrites]

Dream about me Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Reader is in the thunderbolts, and this is what she sees when she enters the void. This is pure angst.

Yelena willingly stepped into the void and I instantly leaped after her. That’s Nat’s baby sister.

And then I was back. The smell took me there first. Purple skies, rock cliff. I was back on vormir. Despite knowing what’s to come, I feel warmth the second my eyes land on her. Without thought I reached my hand to Nat’s shoulder. At first I smiled, finally feeling the touch of my long lost sweet. Looking into her eyes. No words were right for this moment.

I quickly remembered why we were here. The moment Nat stepped away from me the dread sunk in.

I threw an explosive to her side to stop her from jumping, just like I did the last time, and dove to her body to pin her down. But it wasn’t enough. She had jumped but I jumped after her. Now I was hanging by a literal fucking thread. She whispered the words that haunted my soul— I love you, and mouthed me a goodbye. Just as painful as the first time.

no, no, no, no

I shook my head as soon as I looked up around the shallow waters, stone in my hand. A loud cry escaped me and with a blink she was back in my arms again. My hands flew to her cheek. I was desperate.

“Nat. Nat. Please. Please-“

But she had already jumped. Then I was dangling with her life in my hands again.

I love you

Those words will haunt me forever. It was only mouthed, but the way they stuck with me was like it was a scream. I spent every waking moment since this day trying to forget that feeling. Hollow, alone, and sick, everyday, living to sleep to dream of her.

I cried in the waters of this haunting nightmare, only for the vicious cycle to continue. A part of me wanted thought this pain was worth it. All I wanted was to see her face again, and I got that.

After watching Natasha fall to her death more times than I could count, I was ready to do it again. I lounged after Nat off of the cliff, only for her to fall to her death as something stopped me from jumping with her.

“I got you, c’mon,” That something was a someone, and they pulled me back to the ground.

Bucky.

He brought me in for a close hug. Bucky knew best that sometimes a hug wasn’t just for comfort, but was a way of forcing physical restraint on someone. I was devastated, I was given back my everything and had it ripped from beneath me over and over again. I was also furious. I needed to be held back in order to avoid a violent outburst.

“You don’t need to live this way,”

I was nineteen when hydra sent me on a mission to kill the black widow. I was going to murder her in cold blood, her fighting was no match to the powers i had mastered. Despite my intention to kill her, her heart was bigger than my drive to kill. Nat’s heart is what saved her from the red room in the first place, it was big enough to easily save me too.

Despite all of that, she’s down there and I’m up here.

Bucky soothingly ran his fingers on my back, as I cried, “I think we can still save Bob,”

Oh right. I nearly forgot about that. That must be the voids goal then, keeping us away from him by any means necessary. Helping Bob was a good distraction from the nightmare I just lived.

An: I’ve been missing nat sm lately (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)

[klwrites]

Could you pretty PLEASE write for Jason just being so smitten for reader. Maybe reader is just yapping a lot about an interest and he’s not listening bc he’s like shit shit shit I’m so in love

⋆📖⊹ ˖.𖥔 blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff ݁ ˖𓍢ִ໋

Jason Todd x reader

Thank you for the request!!

When Jason met you something that had always been active in his brain stopped. Or maybe it was something new that started? Whatever it was, he couldn’t think straight. He could hardly focus on you when you were the distraction. The first time he saw you, you had been reading to a group of children at your job in the library. Then Jason found himself at the library every few days, establishing himself as a regular before finding the confidence to ask you a simple question. He’d make up questions about things he already knew just to hear you talk. And then he was reading books you recommended him. All of them.

One day he casually mentions to you how he doesn’t understand how the magic in a book you recommend him works. He fully knew how the it worked but he just wanted to watch you smile, push the hair from your face and explain it to him.

“Well basically, they have this thing called silver working,”

You smiled and Jason listened to the sweet noise of your voice while his eyes traveled around your face. They drooped down towards your hand as he observed your mannerisms. He tuned back in for the most important part.

“I was thinking of going on my lunch break now if you wanna grab some food and talk more there?”

Jason instantly agreed, despite the side of him scared of having a friend. A real, not anything related to fighting crime, or doing crime kind of friendship. You guys got lunch and coffee, and he bragged about the languages he can speak (the book you told him to read was about a translator) He miraculously kept a conversation flowing all while observing your every detail. Like how you like your coffee, how you interact with the world outside of the library, how your eyes light up at different conversation topics.

After that day the best thing he could to keep his sanity was shadow your walk home from work. You certainly weren’t rich, and if you’re not rich in Gotham you’re probably not safe.

When the two of you finally got together, he was happy to not have to hide while guarding you on your walks home. Another thing about Jason, is when it comes to you, he’s a total pushover.

“Oh my gosh, Jay, that’s a kitten by that trash can.”

After taking him to the vet you got very attached to him, cuddling him closely to stop the poor thing from freezing.

“Ugh, I wish my landlord allowed cats.” You sighed.

The two of you were headed to the shelter, but without a second thought he turned around, and Jason has a cat now. Technically you have a cat now but it lives in his house.

On a rare lazy day, you had fallen asleep on his couch, with your head in his lap, and the cat asleep cozied up with you. Jason tried his best to clean his living space for you to make it look like a normal persons home, and not a psycho Gotham criminal secret lair. He rested his hand in your hair and played with it gently in one hand, and used the other to read another book you had given him. If it weren’t for the books and nick knacks you’ve left him the apartment would be bare, but you’ve brought him lots of life.

“Are you reading Mary Shelly?”

He moved the book to look at you, who still sounded very tired.

“Yeah, is she one of your favorites? I forgot”

Once again, Jason didn’t forget, but that wasn’t his point. Getting to see your face light up was his only goal. As you spoke you lovingly scratched the cat’s forehead, and Jason couldn’t help but find your other hand for him to hold some of your attention. Every time you rambled on about a topic, he found himself wanting to hold you close. It’s almost like cuteness aggression he feels when you’re talking. He feels too much affection and doesn’t know what to do other than think about it, which is why he’ll always be affectionate in some way when you ramble.

One night, Jason was hurt badly. He never wanted to bring you into any of this, but knew you’d be more mad if they found him dead on the streets. So he found his way up the fire escape, and peaked into your window. The lights were off, but the faint light of your phone illuminated your face. Taking a deep breath, Jason knocked on your window. Mask in one hand, other hand gripping his wound, crouched down on the fire escape, in a place he never wanted this suit to have to come to.

You jumped out of bed and quickly found the bat you left nearby, an essential for living in Gotham. Jason felt terrible that he scared you, but somewhat proud of you for being ready to fight. The bat fell to the floor once you recognized his face, immediately letting the vigilante into your room.

“…Jason?”

You stood shocked, but fear took over when you realized why he was there.

He began to explain but fainted from blood loss before getting a single letter out.

When he woke up, Jason was on your couch shirtless. A large bandage around his wound, and the cuts on his face felt clean. You walked in and rushed to his side with a harsh look in your eyes.

“What you’re doing is dangerous, Jason.”

“I know.”

He then noticed you look down at his mask that you had in your hands that was still stained with blood.

“You were out for two hours,” you began spilling your worries about him to him, but all he could think about is how you actually care for him. It’s easy to undermine himself about what he does, making it grounding to hear a normal person worry about him. You had still been going on about seeing him get hurt in the news, listing dangerous things he’s doing, but Jason’s just happy he can share his life with someone who cares.

“How will I know you’re okay? Every night you just go fight people? Jason, that’s insane—“

Once again, that thing in his brain took over. You speaking puts him under a spell, and all he wanted to do was pull you close. Your worries are forcibly paused when he can’t hold back and leans in for a kiss.

“Thank you for worrying for me, but I can handle it. Trust me.”

Jason’s presence is strong and reassuring, with his hand holding the side of your face. You knew there was no convincing him, but it felt necessary to tell him how this makes you feel.

In order to stop your worrying he promised to never keep you in the dark about this side of him. While it worried Jason sick with how much secret information he’s let you in on, he wasn’t willing to give up on being able to share his life with you. The way you make him feel when sharing your life is a special kind of stress free happy feeling which makes Jason more then willing to share every part of his life with you if that meant you could feel that too.

A/N: I am still taking requests, and I’m still working on the current ones I have. Ty for everyone who’s requested!!! Tag list is also open

[klwrites]

Taking batfam requests rn (on my hands and knees please ask me for something please)

[klwrites]

WELL YES!

[klwrites]

Little Talks -- Ellie Williams x reader part 1

Prologue Summary: you run away from the seraphites for your safety. Now you adjust to life in Jackson as Ellie helps you find your individuality. You struggle with the adverse change from growing up on the island to living in Jackson.  Reader struggles hella with social cues. Kinda slow burn?

Jackson was overwhelming to say the least. I wasn't aware that people had so much individuality. Tommy finished giving me a tour of the most important places in Jackson. Up until this moment I didn't realize how many decisions I was going to have to make. I eat whatever, whenever? I felt especially alienated since it didn't look like anyone else here shared my struggles. Tommy has responsibilities he has to fulfil, but what was I to do with myself? 

Read comics, make friends, be a kid. Once you've got some meat on those bones we can help you get stronger, then you can help out around here. 

Be a kid. 

What does that even mean? With all of my choices, the most I could bring myself to do was change my clothes and shower. I looked into the mirror– my reflection wasn't something I got to see often. Showers were also a strange concept. So was everything here, from the houses to the people I couldn't figure it out. I observed the scar that crossed my cheek. Scars. A word I didn't like. I thought back to the stares I faced while touring Jackson which were probably directed at my gnarled face. My head turned to the door after hearing a soft knock, so gentle I assumed it was Maria. She made me feel the safest, she reminded me of my own mother. I opened the door and was met with her soft eyes.

“We're having dinner soon, we’d love for you to join us at the table. Joel will be there with a friend of his that's your age. You remember Joel right?” 

I remembered his axe inches from my nose as I cowered against a tree, and how humanity came back to his eyes as he saw the fear in mine. I nodded, following Maria down to the dining area. Joel entered with a young brunette, they smiled at me as I sat from the dining table. I suddenly became very aware of what was on my cheek as I noticed the girl's eyes instantly wonder to it. I think she noticed my shoulders tense as her demeanor changed to cheery. 

She stuck her hand out to mine, “I’m Ellie, what's your name?”

I returned my hand to hers. “Y/N” 

“Welcome to Jackson, Y/N”, she smiled before grabbing something from her bag. 

“A welcome present, don't mind that I had to rip out a few pages but it's still completely usable.”

She passed me a notebook. It was plain, beaten, and dirty. But it made me feel like a kid now that I had something that another kid gave me. I smiled at her kind gift. 

“Thank you. I will cherish this.” Right as the words exited my mouth I knew I came on too strong. 

Ellie's mouth held back a laugh, but she concealed it with a smile. Luckily a bowl of warm soup interrupted my embarrassment. Over dinner I couldn't help but admire this girl's spirit, she had nothing holding her back. Her hair was even short, I had never seen a girl with hair that short unless it was a much younger child. 

Life in Jackson took a lot of getting used to, but at least someone was willing to talk to me. 

I had been deep in my writing when a hand placed on top of my paper interrupted my focus, causing me to glance up. My journal was filled with drawings, mostly of my loved ones that I haven't gotten to see since I left as a way to remember them. It's also filled up with detailed descriptions of the people I met, the new experiences, and the things I missed. As I looked up, a smile spread across my face, meeting the eyes of my one of a kind, Ellie. "Hi," I greeted Ellie with a smile, and she returned it with one of her own.

For the first year or so most of the kids in Jackson were mortified of me, but Ellie always made a point to talk to me. Maybe she was obligated to talk to me by Joel, but regardless I appreciated every part of her. Ellie was a key part in me opening up to the other people my age, sure, I was still off putting, but I could converse with those who tried me. 

“Tonight Dina’s having a bonfire to celebrate her birthday. She wanted me to let you know you're invited.” 

My heart beat doubled, I didn't think Dina liked me very much. 

I had gotten dressed for the fire, wearing extra layers since this fall had been unforgivingly cold after dark. A new part of my daily routine was my mirror. I hovered a finger over the scar that crossed my cheek, and took in how I looked without it. A friendly girl from Jackson was the person I had made up to compare who I was to who I could be. When I moved my finger away I frowned as the scared, angry, shy serephite refuge stared back at me. 

On my walk to Dina’s every insecurity walked with me. Luckily it was a party, and the idea of hiding in a corner was my only comfort. Did Dina invite me to make fun of me? Why would she want me there? I arrived purposely late, hoping I’d miss an awkward introduction. 

Dina’s backyard was the reverse of my expectations. 

I told you she was coming! Ellie finished saying as I made it closer to the group. The small group of like five people. Not a party. 

“Sorry I’m late, did I miss everyone?” 

“Miss who? I only wanted to invite my close circle. Come sit” Dinas voice was warm like the fire, but what did she mean?

Her close circle? Why was I here then? I sat between Dina and Ellie. 

“Happy birthday. Here.” I attempted to cover up my misunderstanding with the gift I prepared. 

After I found out about the bonfire I rushed to find a suitable present, since Tommy said it would be rude to show up empty handed. Embroidery was a hobby I had taken up in Jackson, so I finished a flower I had started days ago. 

“I could sew it into your backpack or anything you’d like.” My shaky fingers presented my gift to her. 

The rest of the night was actually fun. Dina loved my gift, at least she acted like it, and I didn’t feel like a total outcast. Jesse brought out his surprise present, a bottle of white liquor. 

It'll keep us warmer than the fire! He explained. 

The other two faces I didn't know well left early, but they were there way before I was. My favorite part of the night was when Ellie brought out her guitar. Her strumming was mesmerizing. Her occasional glances gave me butterflies, and everytime she spoke I fell deeper into her. The stand of hair that covered her face upset me, I sat on my hands to keep myself from tucking the strand behind her ear. I wanted everything to do with her, but I’m not sure why. 

“Let me walk you home?” Her voice, oh, her voice. It was late, I had a few drinks as did she, Ellie probably just wanted to ensure I got home safely. Tommy probably put her up to it. Regardless, I accepted it easily. 

“You seem like you enjoyed yourself tonight.” Ellie spoke as the journey home began. 

“I didn’t realize I was in Dina’s close circle. I’m glad though. It was really nice hanging with you guys.” 

“You should hangout with us more often,” Ellie smirked, “I don’t know why you don't, Dina and Jesse think you're cool. Plus I really had fun with you.” 

I bit back a smile, trying to play it cool like Dina and Jesse apparently think I am. 

“The feeling is mutual.” Was all I could bring myself to say. I didn't want to come off too strong, but now I had a new fear of not being strong enough. 

We approached my home, and as Ellie bid goodbye, I decided to be stronger than words by pulling her into a close hug. My own gesture of appreciation made my heart race as she returned the hug. I could tell I took her by surprise. 

“Night Ellie, get home safe”

Part 2

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Little Talks- Ellie Williams x reader Prologue

Summary : y/n had run off from her home for her safety, which led her to run into the Miller brothers who decided she was trustworthy enough to come back with them. Plus they were straight curious about your situation. Reader is a scar btw. I started this awhile ago and posted it on ao3 when I came up with the plot. I forgot what that plot is some I’m posting what I had and I’ll try to remember from there ?

Looking into the eyes of the demons before me led me to a chilling certainty I’d never felt before. Was this sick, demonic body still someone’s home? Was there a soul left to mourn beneath the surface of its decaying flesh? One day would my flesh decay the same?

A deafening wail echoed from the demon before me as it collapsed. I felt an immense sense of relief, finally being yanked out of the relentless state of mind that followed me the second I left home. A gnarled hand extended towards me, revealing the face of an older man. His eyes scanned my face, and upon observation he stuck out his weapon threateningly, the sharp edge of his axe hovering just inches from my nose. Yet, in the midst of the fear, I couldn't help but notice the humanity left in his eyes, as if he reluctantly clung to the weapon, but burdened by its presence.

He stared at me longer, persisting his unwilling stance. I couldn’t help but let a tear fall from my eye, but that worked in my favor. The ruffed man surrendered the axe to his belt, mumbling how I was just a kid.

“Get up.”

His voice was a harsh echo of the other outsiders—gruff, authoritative, the kind that commands fields and flocks. I scrambled to my feet, urgency surging through me despite the throbbing pains throughout my body. With my heart hammering against my ribs, I whirled around to bolt in the opposite direction, until the man yelled again.

"M' not gonna hurt you. What're you doing all the way over here? I ain't seen your people out here before."

Truthfully, I didn't know where I was, or how far I had fled. Fear had been the only thing guiding me after I ran off. I wasn't sure what to say. Could I trust him? Was he still going to kill me?

"It's just me here," I stuttered, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Alone? Ya got any clue what's how many more of those things flood these forests?" he shot back, his voice laced with anger.

I gave him a blank stare, as most of me was still frozen in fear.

The man continued to fill the silence “I’m here with my crew to handle it, but that ain’t gone be all that easy…” he observed me, his eyes moving up and down.

“..:Forget it.” He sighed before turning the other way.

That was my first encounter with that man. My second one came soon enough when I realized what he was talking about. Demons had come to be everywhere, and I was not equipped to fight them. Injuries scattered all over me, so I resorted to taking cover. Unfortunately, it’s never that easy. I happened to pick the most rickety building I could’ve chosen. So when I finally found the perfect spot to rest, the floor beneath me gave out. Various wooden planks stabbed, hit, and bruised me.

After what felt like forever, he came back with a woman named Maria, and it turns out the man was her husband, Tommy. They mentioned having a nearby town they wanted to take me to. I agreed knowing if they wanted to kill me it wouldn’t matter, because I was already going to die here.

It’s now been a long time since everything changed for the better for me.

Next part

[klwrites]

I loveeee Agatha all along but I haven’t seen any theories on who tf Ralph boner was?? I do not believe his name is Ralph boner. I might just be hopeful and delusional but I know quicksilver is in there somewhere 😭

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I could fix her but I like her the way she is

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theres an unhinged little voice inside me that sometimes asks me to do difficult things like "make croissants" or, in this case, "illustrate some key shots from the Snow/Coin assassination scene"

Maybe I'm imagining it but Katniss has this deranged little smile as she's being hauled away that just 👌

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I’m a simple kind of girl

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"I don't have a type-"

oh apocalyptic father figures...

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Uh oh 3/3 (Damian Wayne x reader)

Requests!!

Damian struggles to cope with the anxiety of your situation as the rest of the Wayne family still cannot understand how their boy ran away with a girl.

-> part two

“So, you put her in ice, and that made the fire go out?”

Dick tried to understand. Bruce had told him this mission would be very dangerous, with possible brain washing and mind games involved, but he just saw two young people in a hotel room recovering from a traumatic event.

“Yes.”

“Her body needs to go to parasympathetic mode to stop the flames?”

“Because cold water exposure activates the vagus nerve which slows down her breathing and heart rate,”

Damian explained,

“It freezes your body so you physically can’t panic anymore. These flames all seem panic induced.”

Damian wanted to take you back to his house where they could keep eyes on you, and help you manage your powers. He couldn’t tell you that yet though. You were waiting in the hotel room while they talked in the hallway. You laid in bed weak, every time you close your eyes you could see through the perspectives of your dying flames, and it hurt.

“That seems like luck, Damian, Bruce is not very trusting of her right now, I doubt he’ll take her in.”

“It wasn’t luck!” Damian yelled.

That statement specifically pissed him off. It wasn’t luck, when he felt your hand on his face he could tell exactly how you felt, and exactly what you needed. That’s not luck.

“Whatever it was, good luck explaining yourself to Bruce, I’m getting a room next door. Let me know when you’re ready to go and what the plan is.”

Damian returned to the room and slammed the door. What now? Damian hadn’t thought of that. You had no life to return to, and he could help that. But is that weird? Is that necessary?

Damian had start to become a little self aware toward the “bias” towards you he has, and didn’t want to come off strong.

I’ll just give her some money and my number, and leave.

“(Your name)?”

You were asleep again, your life was living through the flames and there wasn’t enough energy for it all. You were weak and recovering. Damian looked at you for a moment, and looked off into nothing with a sad gaze.

I can’t leave her.

However, he snapped out of it, and quickly gathered up money for you prepared with a note. The Wayne boy couldn’t think of what to say, what wouldn’t be overwhelming, but decided on a simple

- Damian

Damian zipped his bag, and while he put it on he took a moment to stare at you finally at peace.

I want her to keep that peace

How could you do that without him?

What would that money even do?

Damian declined those thoughts and declared them irrational, and quickly turned and slipped out the door. He knocked on Dicks door,

“One second!” Dick called.

Damian waited.

Has she seen the money yet?

Damian worried you would think about when he said he wouldn’t leave you until this was over, would you hold that against him?

Damian huffed at his thoughts, and banged on the door again.

“I said I was coming!”

Damian pictured you, lost, looking for him.

Would she even know where she is?

He started to get angry with his brain for not shutting up about you.

Why should I even care? She burnt down my city and made me shoot my father. I should bring her to Arkham asylum.

You weren’t his problem, so he wished he’d stop worrying.

Dicks “second” was starting to feel like too many eternities with infinite worries about you, so Damian turned around. He just wanted to quiet his brain, he’d tell himself.

Damian started to run as fast as he could, unable to bare the thought of you being worried any longer. Not to mention what if you got scared and started a fire?

I never even told her what I did to fix this.

Damian ran faster, he nearly missed the door where you laid. He shakily tried to slide the key in, but missed a few times before getting it right. His chest was so tight.

And there you were, asleep.

He felt a little stupid, and it made him angry. No one’s made him feel like this, it would be dangerous to keep you around if he’d keep acting this way, he thought.

But then again, leaving you lost would be completely immoral, he thought.

Damian set his bag down and sighed. Why, for the first time ever, is his emotions getting in the way?

“(Your Name)?” He called.

Secretly, he enjoyed even the thought of your name. He was captivated by finally learning your name. Damian stood over your bed watching for you to wake, but you didn’t.

Damian felt solely devastated. Defeated.

His voice stuttered your name again.

Nothing.

Dick then entered the room with his bag packed, ready to go.

“Damian? Ready?” Dick knocked on the door while entering the room to find his younger brother on his knees, at a loss for words.

“Damian? Damian, what happened?” Dick rushed to your side.

Damian sat there sobbing, unable to look while Dick observed nearly every inch of your body. He paused his search and stared at your face. It was vaguely familiar.

“Damian, stay right here.”

Dick exited the room, and dashed to the hotel lobby, where his eyes instantly landed on his target.

“Kori! Don’t go!”

Kori turned from the front desk, where she had been checking out of her and Dicks room. Last night Dick was sure to mention his free time alone to her, so she obviously came.

Kori sped to Dick, worried.

“Please, follow me.”

Damian sat still, in shock. The past few days had been completely rushed, unplanned and unwarned. He was on auto pilot the whole week. Now he was just trying to process, process for any mistakes, any answers to this.

The door opened, and his eyes widened in confusion to see Kori running in.

“You’re right.” She said to Dick.

“She looks Tameranian.”

“That would explain the fires.” Dick said, looking into Damian’s eyes.

“Let me try to fix this.” Kori grabbed your forearm, so hers was adjacent to yours

Damian quickly stood up to watch, his jaw dropped.

What kind of miracle would that be?

He continued standing quietly, worriedly watching you. He tried not to get his hopes up either.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud blood curdling scream, he looked up at you.

You’re eyes, glowing green and wide. Cracks in your skin glowed like lava was underneath. The room was warm from the heat of you and kori’s powers, the heat created a wind softly blowing everyone’s hair.

Damian stared in awe at your beauty, even with death two seconds behind you your beauty was more radiant then ever.

Kori let go, and spoke a sentence to you in Tameranian, everyone watched intensely for your reply.

“It appears she has a rare disease that only Tameranians can develop, it causes uncontrollable outbursts of fire when (Your name) emotions are heightened.” Bruce told Damian, Kori, and Dick.

They ended up taking you to the manor to compare your blood to Kori’s and found the disease in the analysis. You were in and out of sleep most of the day, still very weak. Damian and used this time to really get to know you. He realize he could manage these feelings if he handled it right, and he did not want to mess up.

You learned a lot about Damian too, you guys would often compare sketches, or go out to find things to sketch together. You two were out one day sketching some stray cats that gathered in an alley to eat.

“Oh my gosh.. they’re so cute.” You reached your hand forwards to make peace with the animal. The kitty accepted your love fast. Without any noise coming from Damian you continued to pet the cat, neglecting your sketch. Your petting session was cut as the car walked away from you, your eyes followed the cat. The cat walked up to Damian and rubbed her cheek on his knee.

You started to giggle, all the cats in the alleyway were all over Damian, and he was completely engulfed in their affection. You never took him as the caring for an animal type, but it makes perfect sense now. You quickly reached for your pencil and paper, and began to sketch Damian playing with the kittens.

Who knew burning down the school could be the best things that’s ever happened to you?

You both returned to the manor after an hour, so Kori could help you with fighting and learning to control your powers. Today she wanted you to spar Damian, which was your first time sparring anyone other then her.

You two circled each other, then you lunged at him. When you missed you both giggled. Damian playfully shoved your shoulder,

“Is that all you got?”

You playfully shoved him back, but harder, which turned into a full on play fight. You both were snickering the entire time.

“How does it feel, Bruce?” Dick asked, keeping his eyes on you two.

“I don’t know what your referring too.”

“This entire time you think this sweet girl is kidnapped your son, but no, Damian ran away with a girl he’s obviously got feelings for.”

“I had every reason to believe what I believed.” Bruce confidently stated.

“Just admit it, you were blinded by your fatherly instincts.”

“The two are definitely going to go places together.” Kori smiled, looking at Dick. “They remind me of someone…”

Bruce sighed. “I fell in-love once when I was young too. I could tell all along it was just the young love seeping into Damian skull that made him leave. I just wanted to protect him from those feelings. They don’t end well for The Wayne’s.”

“Quit being a Debby downer.” Dick jokingly hit Bruce’s arm.

The three turned their attention back to you and Damian. Your eyes focused on each other. Smiling.

Okaaaayy I didn’t expect people to like this story so much!!! Thank you guys!!! And obviously nothing is ever really over so maybe if one of you guys have a good idea for book 2, I’ll be all over it. You guys would be suprised to hear this whole story came from trying to include Damian with some animals. I made a lot of it up as I went, suprised you guys liked it! Love you guys lots! I thrive off of comments, so pleaseeee tell me what you think!