#across another dimension fanfic

[bananasplit133]

LITTLE FANFIC INSPIRED BY @radlovesfics 's SCENARIO/AU IDEA!!!!!

Alternate Invincible | Mark Grayson/reader

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Mark Grayson is the kind of guy who’ll throw himself into the fire to save someone—whether they need it or not.

That’s what pissed you off the most.

Because you didn’t need saving.

But Mark never saw it that way. No matter how many times you held your own, no matter how many enemies you put in the ground, he always acted like you were seconds away from falling apart. Like you were her—the weak, delicate version of you that existed in every other reality.

You knew about her.

You’d seen how he looked at you sometimes, like he was waiting for you to break. Like you were an echo of someone he’d already lost.

And Mark never let go of things he lost.

That’s why, in the end, you had to make him let go of you.

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Your last fight wasn’t with some world-ending villain. It was with him.

You’d told him a hundred times to stay out of your way. That you could handle yourself. That you weren’t his responsibility.

But he never listened.

So you made him listen.

You didn’t hold back. Not this time.

You hit him harder than anyone had before. Harder than his enemies, harder than his father, because they were trying to kill him. You just wanted him to understand.

By the time he was on the ground, coughing up blood, he finally did.

"Don’t ever get in my way again."

You never spoke to him after that.

And he never tried to save you again.

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Mark is missing.

The world is falling apart, and for once, it’s not his fault. Variants—dozens of him—are tearing through dimensions, laying waste to everything in their path. The Guardians are scrambling to fight them off.

You? You’re the last line of defense.

They send you in to deal with them because there’s no one else left who can.

You drop into the battlefield, body tense, mind sharpened like a blade. And that’s when they see you.

And stop.

The carnage, the destruction—all of it pauses as those too-familiar eyes land on you.

They don’t look at you like an enemy.

They look at you like a miracle.

One of them steps forward, slow, predatory. “You fight?”

Another one, broader, blood dripping from his split lip, tilts his head. His gaze runs over you, calculating, hungry. “No,” he breathes, lips curling into a grin. “She won.”

A ripple moves through them. Not fear. Not caution.

Want.

Your stomach turns.

One of them takes a slow, measured step toward you. His voice is low, reverent. “You’re not like the others.”

The others. Her.

Your jaw clenches. “What, you gonna cry about it?”

They don’t cry. They don’t rage.

They smile.

“Oh my god,” one of them exhales. “That’s so hot.”

You stare.

"What the fuck."

And then they lunge.

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It’s chaos. It’s brutal. It’s perfect.

They’re stronger than anything you’ve ever fought. But so are you.

One of them tries to get behind you—you grab him mid-air and slam him into the pavement so hard the asphalt craters. Another swings at you, wild and desperate—you twist at the last second, his fist barely grazing your cheek before you break his wrist in your grip.

They’re laughing.

You land a punch so hard it caves in a Variant’s ribs. He stumbles back, wheezing, then wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, breathless.

Another, barely conscious, spits out a tooth and grins. “Marry me.”

Your stomach curdles.

You shove one of them off you, but he grabs your wrist mid-fall, his voice thick with admiration. “You’re so much better than her.”

That’s the last straw.

You drive your fist into his face, send him skidding across the ground, then storm toward the next one standing.

By the time you’re done, the battlefield is quiet.

They’re on the ground, breathing raggedly, some unconscious, some still grinning.

You step over their broken bodies, scowling. “Next time, send something that actually puts up a fight.”

From the shadows, unseen, Mark watches.

He should feel relief. The threat is gone. You’re alive.

But all he feels is an aching, twisting thing in his chest.

Because they got to see a side of you he never would again.

And he hates them for it.

[blackenedsnow]

SHADOW X MOBIAN!READER REQUEST PLEASE

Here’s a funny fanfic idea, Shadow finds out his gf is an active 4chan member so he looks into 4chan to y’know bond with each other more but he finds the interesting content on the sites like When 4chan sent Taylor swift to a deaf kid school, when 4chan tried to send Justin biber to North Korea,Mlp rainbow dash jar,the time they hacked a website so the founder of 4chan would be the number 1 of time 100 etc etc

dark corners

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

NOTE: LMAO. This was such a fun idea to write! Hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY: Shadow, in an attempt to bond with you, stumbles across 4chan.... He just wanted to understand his girlfriend more.

"What is this?" Shadow muttered, his brow furrowing as his eyes scanned the glowing screen in front of him.

He had never considered himself a tech-savvy hedgehog, but recently, he had become curious about something you had mentioned in passing—your involvement in 4chan. At first, it seemed harmless enough, just another strange part of the world he didn't quite understand. But after hearing you talk about it with a strange mix of excitement and amusement, he figured he'd give it a shot.

"I’m sure it’s just a place for people to talk and share ideas," he'd told himself confidently. "It’ll be easy to understand. I’ll know more about her. We’ll bond."

The moment he typed “4chan” into the search bar, he realized that things weren’t going to be as simple as he’d hoped. The first thing he clicked on was a post about Taylor Swift almost being sent to a deaf school. He blinked, rereading it. Did they really do that?

Curiosity gnawed at him. He clicked deeper.

Then there was the one about Justin Bieber almost being sent to North Korea. Shadow's face twisted into a scowl. "What is wrong with these people?"

And then there were the pictures. The ones with Rainbow Dash. In a jar. Shadow leaned forward, squinting at the screen as his mind struggled to process what he was looking at.

His thoughts grew more complicated as he kept scrolling, he found posts about hacking, pranks, and more absurdities. The chaos of it all was overwhelming. He was beginning to feel like he had made a grave mistake, thinking he could understand the appeal of this “4chan.”

"How does this have anything to do with her?" he muttered to himself, trying to make sense of it. "This is pure madness."

Later that evening, you walked into the room, your eyes lighting up when you saw Shadow at the desk.

“Hey, Shadow! What’s up?” you asked, casually flopping onto the couch.

Shadow looked at you, a little uncomfortable. “I… I did what you said. I looked at 4chan. I thought I might understand you better.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And?”

Shadow hesitated, trying to collect his thoughts. “I… I don’t think I understand anything anymore.” He ran a hand through his quills in frustration. “Why would people… Why do they even do these things?”

You blinked, your lips twitching into a smile as you tried to hold back laughter. “Oh, you found that stuff, huh?”

“Found it? I was bombarded by it.” Shadow slumped into the chair, exasperated. “How can you enjoy a place like this?"

You chuckled, sitting up and giving him a playful look. “Yeah, it’s definitely weird. But that’s kind of the fun of it. It’s like... the internet's version of a circus. Weird stuff happens, and we just roll with it.”

Shadow sighed, rubbing his temples. “I feel like I’ve entered an alternate dimension. How is this supposed to help me understand you more?”

You smiled warmly, moving over to sit beside him. "Psh, who cares! Just appreciate it."

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Appreciating chaos…” He took another look at the screen. “I suppose I did learn that I can’t understand a single thing that happens here. But... I’m still willing to try.”

Your grin softened, and you gently took his hand. "Hey, if you find yourself getting lost, at least you know now why I laugh so hard at this stuff.”

Shadow sighed, looking at the screen again. “If I must… But if I see one more pony....jar.... I swear I’ll…” He trailed off, trying to think of a fitting threat. But he couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. Maybe this was something they could bond over.

[tr1nd2de]

Cloudless Lightning

I was reading a fanfic now, and I got the idea of how terrifying it must be for Fawcett's thieves, they're going to rob someone in an alley and BOOM a bolt of lightning in broad daylight, right behind you.

Then a big man with a lot of muscles emerges from the smoke, lightning bolts dance across his body, he looks at you and says: you better put the gun down, we don't want anyone to get hurt.

This is certainly scary, especially for other heroes.

I imagine how furious Batman must be knowing that the new hero recruited by the league, even though he is somewhat afraid of him, was never enough to stop Captain Marvel from appearing in Gotham for his so-called job as "champion of magic".

On yet another night when Batman is finishing his shift as a hero, with probably someone from the Bat-Family, lightning on a cloudless night.

Behind the others, in the alley below them, the technology shorts out and in the alley coming out of the smoke is Marvel, walking towards a store that is opening and he enters, grabs a staff and flies away, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

In Metropolis, Clark is walking down a street with Lois, his beloved. It's a beautiful day but there are no clouds in the sky. BOOM. Lightning strikes a store. Captain Marvel comes out carrying a demon on his shoulder and flies to where only God knows, because Marvel disappears in mid-air (teleports to the Rock).

And so on and so forth. For the league it is just a theory that the captain does not always live in our reality, apparently the work of "Champion of Magic" makes him travel in several dimensions, from job to job.

But for Billy, he just doesn't understand how every time he tries to use magic he ends up being teleported to another place. (Robber in an alley).

Whenever he tries to have a normal job as a reporter, something gets in the way.

(School trip to Metropolis, great place for a segment with Superman or Lois Lane and Clark Kent the reporters, but as always there is a demon in the middle...)

And last but not least, whenever he has to go to Gotham, because apparently Gotham would have several smuggled magical items.

(Billy hopes Batman isn't around, that guy scares him).

[babsharrison]

Between Worlds - Neo x Reader

Pairing | Neo Anderson x Fem! Reader

Summary | Neo returns to your life after disappearing, revealing that the world you live in is an illusion of the Matrix. Now, you must choose between the safety of the life you know and the unknown truth alongside Neo.

Word Count | 1.5k

CW | None. just some fluff

A/N | Hey luvs, this is my first fanfic here! I really hope you like it, and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I did my best. 😭

The soft morning light filtered through the café windows, casting dancing shadows on the tiled floor. Neo sat at a table in the corner, a forgotten cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes never left you, as you laughed and chatted animatedly with a group of friends at the next table. To them, you were a young woman full of life, hope, and possibilities. To him, you were a painful reminder of what he had lost and could never have.

As he watched you, memories flooded in, bringing back the conversations you’d had about dreams, the future, and freedom. Words that now seemed distant, almost unreal, as if they belonged to a time and life he could no longer reach. You were trapped in that illusory world, believing everything around you was real, while he lived in another dimension, fighting against the invisible shadows of the Matrix.

Your friends stood up, leaving you alone. Your gaze wandered around the café, and he noticed a sudden melancholy in your eyes, a trace of emptiness that tightened his chest. The urge to run to you, to hold you, to tell you that everything would be okay, grew inside him. But the words weighed heavily. His heart raced erratically as he shifted in his chair, nervous. He had never known how to handle the feelings you stirred within him.

Neo knew the world you belonged to was a prison, an illusion carefully designed to keep you asleep to the truth. He couldn’t let you stay there, ignorant of your own condition. But there was fear—fear that, in trying to save you, he would break the trust between you. What if you hated him for destroying what you believed to be real? The doubt gnawed at him.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he stood up, the temporary decision to leave taking hold. He felt weak as he crossed the café door, leaving you behind once more. There was a shadow of guilt within him, knowing that his continued distance only made you more vulnerable. He hid in corners, watching you on the streets, following you from a distance as you carried on with your routine, completely unaware of the devastating truth.

Days passed.

He became a shadow in your life. He watched you walk to work, carrying a simple briefcase, your face focused on some daily task. He saw how your lips curved into a smile when someone told a joke. How your hands moved, almost dancing, as you spoke animatedly on the phone. But he also noticed the sadness in the moments when you were alone, the pensive expression, perhaps wondering why some parts of your life felt empty, as if something was missing—an absent presence.

Sometimes, he followed you to the building where you worked. From across the street, hidden in the shadows, he watched you get lost in the hurried crowds. And even though you didn’t know it, he felt the growing anguish of always being so close, yet so far.

He knew he couldn’t continue like this for much longer. The guilt was slowly consuming him. If only he could explain... If only he could make you understand what was real.

Until one day, he made a decision.

He couldn’t live on the sidelines of your life anymore, watching from afar. The risk of losing you forever was great, but the fear of never trying was even greater.

You were having a normal day, walking back home, shopping bags swinging at your side. Your steps echoed softly along the sidewalk as the day waned, and the sky turned shades of orange. Neo followed closely, closer than ever. With each step, the weight of the choice he was about to make became more evident.

You approached the gate to your building, distracted, fumbling with your keys, when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. A chill ran down your spine, and you turned quickly, your heart leaping in your chest. There he was. Neo.

Your gaze met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. He stood still, the dark coat gently flowing with the wind. The face you hadn’t seen in so long, the figure that had disappeared without explanation, was now there, standing in front of you.

“Neo?” you murmured, surprise and shock mingling in your voice. “You... you’re here?”

He took a step forward, his expression serious, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you hadn’t recognized before. “I couldn’t keep watching you from afar,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I... I couldn’t leave you alone in this world.”

Your heart raced, a confusion of emotions washing over you. “Alone? What are you talking about?”

He hesitated for a second, the words he needed to say weighing heavily. But he knew the moment of truth had arrived. “I need to show you something. Something that will change everything.”

“Change everything? Neo, I thought you... I thought you were dead.” Your voice came out fragile, your eyes wide with disbelief, a mixture of pain and relief surfacing in the words you spoke.

Neo felt the impact of those words. Part of him wanted to apologize for letting you believe that, for disappearing without explanation, but he knew that any words would be insufficient. He had failed to protect you from the truth for too long. And now, here you were, standing before him, not knowing that you lived in a prison, not knowing that the world around you was a lie.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on your face, trying to catch every nuance of emotion passing through your eyes. “But I couldn’t... I didn’t know how. This world... this life you know isn’t real.”

You took a step back, confused, trying to process his words. “Not real? What are you saying? This is my life, Neo. My job, my friends... my life.”

He stepped forward, trying to close the distance between you without pushing. “All of this was designed to keep you trapped. Like an illusion, a prison for the mind.” He was pleading with his eyes, his voice low and serious. “I was trapped too, until I found the truth. Now, I’m fighting against it... and I need you.”

Your mind was spinning. Everything he said sounded like madness, but there was something in his eyes—something that made you stop, hesitate. The intensity in Neo’s gaze, so familiar yet so distant, hit you hard. You had always trusted him, always knew he was different. But now, he was speaking of things that were beyond what you could understand.

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, your hands trembling as you held the shopping bags, trying to find some anchor in the reality around you.

Neo knew this would be hard. He had gone through the same confusion, the same denial. The revelation of the Matrix was devastating to anyone, but he needed you to trust him. He needed you to see.

“I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t believe it at first either. But let me show you.” He extended his hand, hesitant, as if the simple gesture could change everything between you. “If you trust me, I can take you out of this.”

Your heart raced. Part of you wanted to back away, to flee from all this madness. But another part, the part that still believed in Neo, that still felt something for him, was curious. What if he was right? What if everything he said was true?

You looked at Neo’s outstretched hand, feeling the crushing weight of the choice ahead. On one side, the life you knew—comfortable, familiar, safe—and on the other, the truth he offered you, mysterious and terrifying. Fear mixed with the desire for answers, but there was something deeper, something that went beyond words.

Neo was everything to you. The days without him had been long and lonely, a silent pain you could never ignore. Now, he was here, standing before you, more real and more beautiful than you remembered, like an impossible dream that had materialized.

The air around you seemed heavy, almost palpable, as your fingers hesitated for a moment. Every movement carried the gravity of that choice, an invisible line that separated the past from the future. Slowly, your trembling fingers began to move until they found his hand, sealing what, in a way, had always been inevitable.

Neo watched as you made the choice. His heart, which had seemed frozen, started beating again with force when your fingers finally touched his. There was a moment of silence between you, as if the world around you had disappeared, leaving only the connection between your hands.

“I trust you,” you finally said, your voice low, almost a whisper. “Show me what I need to see.”

Neo gently squeezed your hand, the expression on his face softening for a brief moment. He knew that what lay ahead wouldn’t be easy for you, but at least now, he wouldn’t be alone. The journey you were about to face together was only the beginning.

[xreaderdumpster]

Logan’s nightmares

Pairing- Logan HowlettxWade WilsonxReader!

CW: Death mentions, mild descriptions of a nightmare, Logan calls reader “darlin’”, lots of comfort otherwise!!

Use of second person perspective (you) for the reader mentions, no gendered language!

Word count: 839 (short)

First full length fanfic attempt to this blog! Please let me know what you think ;w;

Fear gripped Logan as he jolted awake. His chest heaved, a light sheen of sweat across his naked torso. The nightmares. Seeing the ruins of the X-Mansion and his teammates… Freinds al dead. Finding the bodies of his lovers amongst them. The feeling of holding their cold bodies in his arms. It was enough to make any man wake up in a panic.

He looked to his right as he heard the soft snores of his male love, Wade, snoring and mumbling. Those soft lips moving like they did when he was awake. And beside him was you, his female love. Breathing softly and hair delicately framing your cheeks. Logan felt his racing heart begin to slow. You were both breathing. Both alive and ok beside him. He didn’t realise he was holding a sigh but it took some of the weight off his chest when he let it out. Trying not to disturb either of you, Logan carefully manoeuvred himself out of the bed. He didn’t want to… No, he couldn’t go back to sleep. Not yet. The sound of his feet against the hard wooden floor was minimal and silent. Having enhanced hearing meant he quickly learnt which of the floorboards creaked under his adamantium body and which didn’t. He took one last look to the two he loved most as they continued sleeping peacefully before closing the door behind him.

Silently, he walked to the guest room. This was his usual routine at night. He’d have a nightmare or two and get up because he couldn’t go back to sleep. But tonight he didn’t want to drink despite the slight dry taste in his mouth. Logan sat himself on the edge of the bed, rough hands running across the soft blanket that draped over the bedding. Wade had bought the blanket for Logan originally when he first moved in with him and Al. He came to this dimension with nothing but the clothes on his back yet Wade bought him the blanket to comfort him on cold nights. He picked it up, holding it to his cheek. The thick cotton always soothed Logan after a nightmare. The faint smell helped soothe his aching heart too. Bergamot that reminded him of Wade and Jasmine that reminded him of you. God knows how many times you three had curled up under the blanket to make it smell like you. But it’s what Logan needed. He allowed himself to lay on top of the blanket, legs over the edge as he pulled the red blanket around him. Part of him hated himself for seeking you comfort from a blanket instead of just holding you close. But he couldn’t disturb either of you.

Unfortunately, it turns out he did. The soft pattern of two different footprints came down the hall before knocking on the spare bedroom door.

“S’open.” Logan grumbled. The door opened to Wade and you standing there. Logan sat up, elbows resting on his muscular thighs.

“You ok, Lo?” You asked in your usual sleepy voice. Logan nodded, his gaze lingering on the oversized shirt and pyjama shorts you wore.

“I’m fine, darlin’. Go back to bed. Both of you.” Logan replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Wade frowned. He could see right through his lover.

“Nightmare again, huh?” Wade asked in an unusually calm and soft tone. Logan didn’t respond for a beat before nodding. He couldn’t lie to them.

You and Wade sat either side of him.

“Do you want us to leave you alone, peanut?” Wade asked, his hand on Logan’s shoulder. Logan’s hazel eyes never met yours or Wade’s. His gaze remained in his lap.

“Lo?” You asked, your hand resting on top of his. Another sigh escaped him almost involuntarily.

“Don’t go…” he whispered gruffly. The hand you held intertwined with his as his other hand held Wade’s. You glanced at Wade with a knowing expression. He gives you a nod. You know how to handle nightmare-riddled Logan. Gently, you guided Logan down onto the mattress, moving the blanket around him. Wade slipped into one side of the bed while you slipped into the other. Wade spooned Logan while you curled up facing him.

“We’re here, love. And we’re not going anywhere.” You reassured Logan as you cupped his cheeks. The light scratching sensation of his beard against your palms was always oddly soothing. Logan merely nodded, finally feeling the tension and worry beginning to fade. Your lips placed a kiss on his forehead. Your eyes locked onto his hazel ones. All the unspoken words loomed in the glow of the moonlight. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Wade’s breathing had already started to even out as he gently tugged Logan closer. The gentle, rhythmic pattern helped Logan to ground himself. He tugged you closer to his broad frame before allowing himself to close his eyes once more.

Some nights the nightmares didn’t come back. And it was because of you two.

[albondiguilla007]

Harry meets the Mauraders fanfic recs

Ok, so this list was born after I read the beautiful fic called The Devil’s White Knight. It’s about Harry traveling to an alternative universe where Voldemort was killed in his youth, where his parents are alive and his whole life played out differently. He still has his memories though, and a whole lot of trauma, so he goes through a journey of getting to know a family that loves him unconditionally while struggling with everything else.

I was obsessed to say the least. I started looking for similar fics that gave me the same feelings and that explored Harry’s trauma and power as the key to Voldemort’s defeat, and how he fit into his new life. Thse are some I enjoyed a lot.

- [ ] Devils White Knight: 65k, complete: Please give it a try. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6854605/chapters/15646567

- [ ] To make it better: 175k, incomplete: It’s Drarry, Wolfstar and Jegulus. How beautiful is that? It explores Harry’s mental health and his alcohol addiction post war. Honestly breathtaking. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39312627/chapters/98377947

- [ ] In Another Life (I would make you stay): The Potters are from Pakistan. Harry’s alter ego stays in his mind like an annoying Jiminy Cricket. He has a little brother. 112k, complete: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19903207/chapters/47142952

- [ ] Across the Universe: 3k one shot told from James’ point of view. It’s a shame its not longer, this one hits all those sweet spots for me. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4180686/1/Across-the-Universe

- [ ] To be Human: 80k, incomplete: In the middle of Bill and Fleur’s wedding Harry is called into another dimension by suspicious forces. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47583439/chapters/119924326

- [ ] Potter by any other name: 85k, complete: After the war Auror Harry gets in the middle of an attack on Diagon Alley and suddenly appears in front of Auror Mad-Eye Moody and Auror James Potter. He lies about his name and decides to help them. The family feels were strong on this one. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39836340/chapters/99738360

- [ ] The Incalculable Power: 76k, incomplete: So so so SO good, Draco and Harry travel back in time to the Marauder’s time in Hogwarts. They are intrigued by the new transfer students. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28632333/chapters/70181604

- [ ] Stunning Shifts: 106k, incomplete: During a publicity stunt, Harry and five others are sent to another world where a well timed Stupefy made all the difference. As Harry looks for his peers and a way home, another Harry investigates the odd arrival of his doppelganger. https://archiveofourown.org/works/552828/chapters/985108

- [ ] You’re somebody else: 54k, incomplete: Harry escapes Malfoy Manor and appears in the middle of the Potter’s home. He is freaked out to say the least. https://archiveofourown.org/works/36528937/chapters/91094224

Let me know if you’re intersted in more recommendations! I’ve been reading a few similar fics.

[whimsicalpolitical]

Loved your subspace fanfic >:)

Now I’m asking very politely for sub Matty. I would LOVE to read your perspective of him because I loved dom Matty but feel I’d love sub Matty even moreeee.

Maybe like girlie pushes his limits and he completely melts for her. I don’t know. I’m dreadful at request.

-🍒anon

First of all thank you so much for your request anon!! I’m glad you liked the dom version, I gladly take this request!! I’m also picturing this Matty era:

18+mdni, you saw the request ;)

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Matty didn't really know how to breach the subject, he knew what he wanted very well and he knew what to say but it was how, how was he supposed to tell you with a straight face that you should be the dominant one. He trusted you of course, with his life, but the second he told you he wants to be ruined, the air shifted.

“mhm-” he whimpers. “I- hm, fuck-”

You’re sitting ontop of him, he’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes. it’s almost pornographic the way he’s whining and moaning. He squirms underneath you as you pump his cock. it’s like you’re teasing him.

He quickly lost track of the amount of times you've made him come. You promised him this is the last time if he’s going to be good.

“Ngh, please,” he babbles. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. You flick your thumb across his slit and he whimpers. tears well up in his eyes.

“Please what?” you ask, batting your lashes. He can’t take it for much longer. He searches for your lips desperately, messily kissing you and moaning into your mouth. “Im gonna— uhhhg..” he moans.

“No, you’re not,” you swat your hand from him and watch as he tries to search for the lost friction, bucking his hips up into thin air.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby please,” he whines, a tear slipping from his eye.

“you— baby.” a whine almost slips out, “you’re mean,” he pouts but gasps when your fingers trail up his cock.

“I’m not mean, you’re just greedy,” you grab his chin to make him look at you, “made you cum, what maybe 3 times and you still want more? S’ pathetic.”

Matty’s breath hitches, you return to slowly pumping him again. Moreover you begin to kiss up his shaft, proud to see that by the time you reach his tip to look back at him he's still looking at you.

“Hold out for me yeah? You’re a patient boy,” you praise, smirking down on him. His jaw goes slack as you speed up your movements, moans spilling out. You lean down, and bite at his jawline. he grips onto the sheets beside him, holding fistfuls.

“M’so close, mmph,” he whines, bucking up into your hand, “please- ah, fuck. m’ gonna.” His body finishes before he could end his sentence. His stomach is tensing and back arching as he releases all over himself, thick white spurts of cum coating his stomach and up to his chest as he trembles and squirms under you. 

His eyes are closed and you’re stroking him slowly through his orgasm, “Matty,” you tut, “didn’t tell you to cum now, did I?”

His chest is heavily moving up and down, pearls of sweat covering his tattoos. His curls are sticking to his face and when he finally opens his eyes, he’s gone to another dimension.

You tap his cheek with your flat hand a few times, “you with me?” He nods quickly, “m’sorry, couldn’t hold it in anymore.” He whines, your hand still not stopping its movement.

You don’t slow your movements as well, hand going up and down on his dick with a newfound ease due to the slick. His hips buck up into your hand and his eyes roll back. It is a lot, too much. “m-uh.. please,” he squeaks. noises being punched out of him quicker than before. “I can’t, s’too much!”

“One more,” you kiss his lips, “can give me one more.”

You resume your past rhythm, leaning down and pressing kisses to his tears, he whimpers. “‘M you’re good boy?”

Your face coms up to his, gazing into his eyes, “my best boy.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you immediately set to a faster pace, stroking him from base to tip and causing a slick sound to fill the room as you coat his length in his own cum, the sound barely audible over his loud whimpers and moans as his head falls back, back arching into you.

“Gonna cum again for me?”

“Please, please-“ he’s begging as if you’re going to continue being mean. “Can’t, christ,” he’s babbling, whining, writhing underneath you.

Matty can’t even muster up a warning that he is about to cum, just letting out a choked moan as he practically doubles over as he comes, cum spilling onto his stomach and chest again, as you stroke him through it until he is pulling away from you.

"Such a good boy" you speak softly as you stand up to cup his cheeks, lifting his face to meet yours, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

"Made such a mess, baby" you tease as you wipes his face with your thumbs, his cheeks flush red at the thought of tears on his face.

“Lay down, be right back,” you leave the room to fetch a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it with warm water and getting a shirt that’s draped over the bathtub, before making your way back to your shared bedroom, smiling at the sight of Matty splayed out on your bed, completely fucked out. 

"Gonna clean you up now, alright?" You practically whisper, feeling like if you were too loud it might startle him. Matty simply nods in response as you climb back onto the bed with him and situate yourself between his still-spread thighs, gently and softly cleaning the drying cum from his stomach and chest, being extra careful when cleaning his now soft length, and apologizing quietly when he winces.

“All done,” you say, fiddling with his shirt, “arms up now,” he does as you say, still completely in his own world, not a word coming from his mouth.

He lays back when he’s clothed and you throw the cloth in the laundry basket, coming down to press sweet kisses to his face, “did so good f’me.”

“Do you need anything? Water?” He shakes his head, grabbing your arm.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” Your heart swells.

You settle behind him and Matty turns on to his stomach, his face nuzzling against your chest. Your hands come down to his curls, slowly massaging his scalp.

“I love you,” you whisper, and he just hums from exhaustion, kissing your skin as a response before drifting off to sleep.

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Dadphiles Master Post

Dadphiles is a Sonic AU that diverges from the Solaris fight in Sonic 06, wherein Mephiles separates from Iblis at the last moment. In his haste, he accidentally pulls a de-aged Sonic, Shadow, and Silver all to the past with him. Now Mephiles must watch over them as they grow up if he wishes to enact his revenge… He just wasn’t expecting them to call him “Dad”.

All posts can be found under the #Dadphiles AU tag.

Details below + Links:

This post will be updated as time goes on. New additions will be marked as (✨New!✨). Last update: (August 11, 2024)

Character Sheets

Sonic | Shadow | Silver | Mephiles

Height Chart (See above)

AU Lore

Mephiles/Iblis/Solaris breakdown (Art): Mephiles the Mind, Iblis the Heart

The Trinity Gods of Mobius: Gaia who provides the Earth, the Master Emerald who provides life, and Solaris who provides the sun.

Mephiles' Crystals: Pieces of his power, they allow Mephiles to reach Sonic, Shadow, and Silver across time and space even with his weakened state.

The Void: A place between time, like a pocket dimension, made by Mephiles' power. It allows him to protect the children without interfering with the rest of their respective points in time. It's a place of absolute darkness and when the children enter or leave, it is in a brief plume of dark smoke.

Due to Mephiles not having the full power of Solaris (something Iblis possesses but does not have the mental capacity to use), Mephiles does not know which threats to the SSS happened in the original timeline or if they're genuine threats. Therefore, he pulls them into the Void whenever they're in danger.

Animatics

Was it all a dream? (Post-Separation) - Tumblr

The sun is not a mortal's to control. (Sonic Forces) - Tumblr

(✨New!✨) Rage of a God (Sonic Forces) - Youtube

(✨New!✨) "Eat sh✩t and die" (Present Day) - Tumblr

Fanfics (Ao3)

And the Void was Silent - Ch 1/1

Comics

(✨New!✨) The Beginning - [Note: Pseudo-Canon]

(✨New!✨) Would you still Love me? (Present Day)

Timeline

Canon Divergence from Sonic 06 Final Battle >> (✨New!✨) The Beginning - Immediately after escaping the final blow, Mephiles finds he dragged three hoglets with him. (Mini Comic) [Note: Pseudo-Canon] >> And the Void was Silent - Mephiles' POV while raising Sonic, Shadow, and Silver. (Fic - Complete)

AU-Altered Sonic CD >> The Incident - Sonic, Shadow, and Silver are abruptly returned to their times, marking this the last time they see one another for years. Mephiles falls into a hibernation while the children are left lost wondering what happened.

Was it all a dream? (Animatic)

AU-Altered Sonic Adventure 2

AU-Altered Sonic Heroes

AU-Altered Shadow the Hedgehog

AU-Altered Sonic 06 >> "Destroy the seal of Iblis..." (Mini-Comic)

AU-Altered Sonic Forces >> The sun is not a mortal's to control. (Animatic) >> (✨New!✨) Rage of a God (Animation)

Present Day >> (✨New!✨) "Eat sh✩t and die" (Animation) - Mephiles, Vanilla, Vector >> (✨New!✨) Would you still love me? ( Comic) - Mephiles, Shadow, Silver, Sonic

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Bonus art and answered Asks can be found under the #Dadphiles AU tag.

[alluramunroe]

things I would make different in Arcane Season 2 Act I. A little fanfic fix it because it’s fun to think about what could have been. If you are a Vi fan she is not mentioned because I really don’t know what to do with her character, same goes for Jayce. But Viktor is not mentioned because he would not be mentioned or his story line would not be important until the end of Act II.

Edit: Link to Act II, Act III Part I, Act III Part II

enforcers flood Zaun

Begin by actually showing and lingering on the chaos that Jinx blowing Up the council had. The response by Piltover would be swift and indiscriminately attack zaunites because they don’t know who caused it.

zaunites attack Piltover Zaunites on their own without any push from Ambessa would be embolden by jinx attack and plan an attack on Piltover themselves. Show that some zaunites wanted to fight for their freedom for a while but never did until jinx forced their hand. But Ambessa uses the attack to further her agenda.

Mel v Ambessa political/guile face off

the whole Ambessa using salo to eventually nominate Caitlyn scene happens but Mel is there and they lock eyes from across the room. Mel is never kidnapped by black rose. During the nomination camera lingers on how different council responds to the nomination, demonstrating who would be more susceptible to Mel or Ambessa’s influence. After that showing both Ambessa and Mel flexing their manipulation and politicking power to out maneuver one another.

Caitlyn gasses Zaun in search of jinx

meanwhile in Zaun, Caitlyn is going after jinx like in the actual season gassing Zaun. However, makes it clear that she will get jinx by any means necessary. If Zaun wants it to stop, they have to hand over jinx. Some in Zaun want to give up jinx to make the rampage stop, some who will be the jinxers see her as the leader/savior and begin attacking Piltover-like indiscriminately no leadership or plan, and others (this group includes Sevika) think yeah what she did was unplanned and the jinxers are misguided but they do need to begin strategically fighting Piltover.

Ekko tries to hide from the Zaun Piltover fight

Ekko just wants to stay out of it and protect the firelights, he never goes to the alternate dimension. The tree is dying because of the gas and not the arcane-shown by the top of the tree decaying. Scar (or another firelight) is like we need to join the fight against Piltover. Ekko is like no we just need to hand over jinx to stop the gassing and will be fine. But then scar takes him to the roots and shows the rot that looks like it’s been there for awhile. Ekkos like that won’t be a major problem until 20 or 30 years. Scar responds we would still be down here, hiding, because we did not fight against Piltover.

Jinx sees the consequences of her action via Isha

jinx still meets Isha-sorry in advance she is still a plot device in my story-and makes a connection. However, as they are on the run from enforcers because of the bombing and jinx being the most wanted Isha and Jinx repeatedly get gassed. This cause isha to get sick and worse. This is the first time jinx sees the affects of her action happen slowly, instead of instantaneous like the explosion she caused in season 1. Also it show her actions affecting a vulnerable person who unlike Ekko and Vi seemed to bounce back from her actions stronger than they were before. Instead of the person she hurt trying to save her or stop her, it’s the person who admires her and still getting hurt.

Jinx goes to firelight for help with Isha

isha becomes really sick because of the gassing. Jinx learns about the firelights and that they could give needed medical help. She knows Ekko is there and mad at her for the attack on the council and is even thinking about turning her over. but she goes anyway. Her arrival causes a fight between Ekko and Scar, Ekko is like we have to turn her end. Scar is like we shouldn’t because that won’t solve the problem due to other zaunites attacking Piltover enforcer action is more intense and won’t stop with just her-the war is happening and we need people like her. Back and forth like that until jinx cut in, she’s desperate to get help for Isha, I’ll let you turn me in as long as you help isha.

Mel’s politicking and realization of her privilege

Mel in opposition to her mother is trying to get other council member to arrange peace with Zaun. In the background attacks have been going on between both cities, citizens death and collateral have been felt by both. In talks with a council member/industry baron, the member states that they could lose everything if they try to gain peace with Zaun (something like a manufacturer could no longer divert smog into the undercity). The member also states Mel loses nothing she is still an heir of Noxus-she can leave Piltover and still have power and privilege. This will be foreshadowing of Ambessa’s death because in Act 3 Mel will have to kill her mother to stop her from killing an under city leader (most likely Ekko) to show she as an overarching metaphor she is willing to give up her power and privilege if it is needed to help the under city.

Mel and Ekko clash

through plot contrivance, Ekko, Jinx, Mel and a council member (a member more sympathetic to Mel than Ambessa) are trapped together when Ekko was on his way to turn in Jinx. This leads to clashing and finger pointing about who caused more pain. The classic blame the oppress for fighting back type argument. This makes Ekko realize that he can’t run away he needs to fight because the Piltover/council don’t even realize the violence they enact on Zaun everyday. Also Mel learns more how much she will need to give up in order to reach peace - more foreshadowing to stop her mother there will need to be drastic measures.

Mel let’s jinx and Ekko go or doesn’t try to stop the as they head back to the firelight base.

End of Act I - preparations for war

Shows Ekko returning to firelight with jinx. Ekko tells Scar he was right they need to fight back. Scar takes Ekko to Sevika who in the background has been struggling to handle the fight against Piltover because she never thought of her self as a leader. Montage of the different war rooms the Firelight/Sevika and Ambessa/Caitlyn/Piltover. Additionally, shows Mel feeding info to Ekko via Lest.

[neededonetofollowmyfaves]

Uraichi Fandom I need help

I'm looking for 2 Uraichi fanfics that I've forgotten to bookmark/download for some reason. I'm also pretty sure I found these fics on AO3.

Fanfic # 1 - I think it was a fic about the times Kisuke found Ichigo crying. The first scene was Ichigo crying somewhere just after his mom's death and Kisuke came across him. Ichigo had an origami that his mom made him. - Ichigo left behind the origami and Kisuke kept it safe before returning it to the location once he felt that Ichigo came back looking for it. - Ichigo found the origami again and was glad because it was still okay. He also noticed the marks made by Kisuke's geta on the ground. - Fast forward a few years, Kisuke has become so used to knowing/going to the location of Ichigo's secret crying spot that when he was feeling down he unknowingly went there to brood and was finally caught by Ichigo.

Fanfic # 2 - Post Winter War AU where Ichigo disappeared after using Mugetsu. They all thought he died but his body was actually stuck in some kind of limbo. - Somehow he was stuck a little bit as some kind of invisible ghost that was only able to watch over his family. (not sure if this was in the same fic or if this was part of another fic, but I'll add it just in case) - Ichigo somehow manages to talk and interact with Kisuke. - Kisuke thinks he's gone mad as he's seeing Kurosaki-san. Thinks that he's finally gone insane because of the guilt. - Ichigo manages to semi-convince Kisuke that he's real and he's stuck somewhere and he needs help getting out. Kisuke agrees. - Ichigo and Kisuke spend time together and grow closer as Kisuke studies how to reach that limbo dimension. - Kisuke tries getting Ichigo out but fails on the first try. He finally had enough and thought to himself that Ichigo was just a hallucination and trying to find him in a separate dimension was just hopeless desperation. Cue angst. - Kisuke did eventually try again and succeeded and finally freed Ichigo from limbo.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I have been cruising for awhile for a Spiderverse and UT Aus fanfics and I can't really find any so here I am 🫡

So can we have an S/O who's the spider in their universe and one day they reveal to the skeleton their identity and that they are apart of the secret multiverse spider organization. With the main skelebros?

Undertale Sans - "k". He has no idea what the hell you're talking about but that looks important. He's a bit more worried about the multiverse thingy though. Does it mean he can randomly meet an edgy you? Because he met himself but edgy and he doesn't want to do that again, you know? As long as you're safe, you can do whatever you want to do.

Undertale Papyrus - He is still sitting in front of you and he doesn't react to anything you just said. So you ask if he understands? "OH YES, DEFINITELY! TOTALLY! ... NO. NO, NOT A WORD ACTUALLY, WHAT THE HELL IS SPIDER-MAN?" He's so confused and he's seriously wondering if you hit your head or something.

Underswap Sans - He gasps. You're Spider-Man?! He's a big fan! Can you make him fly in the city? Come one, please, please, please, please, pleaaaaaase! Blue didn't listen to any of the other things you said, all he wants is to flit with you. It's only in the middle of the night he suddenly sits up and asks what do you mean by multiverse. Took him long enough.

Underswap Papyrus - He gives you a very concerned look. Listen, he understands the stuff you see on TV can be confusing, but Spider-Man is a fictional character and just because he cosplayed as Spider-Man last year doesn't mean it's real. Are you sure you don't have a fever or something? You're kinda creeping him out now.

Underfell Sans - "and that spider multiverse organization, it's with us in the room right now?" Yeah, sure, you're a superhero that saves people for free just because you're nice. If there were any superheroes, they would all be mercenaries working for millions of dollars, he's not stupid. He then looks at you. ... Wait, you're not joking? Uh, are you out of your mind? Do you want to die or something? The hell you mean you're leaving into another universe tomorrow? He's coming with you! There's no way he's letting you alone with random superheroes or bullshit like these? What if you die and he never knows?!

Underfell Papyrus - So. What you're telling him is that all this time he was trying to keep you alive, you just randomly and happily run to your death disguised as a spider or something to fight bad guys that are almost impossible to beat and that could kill you any second now. What the hell? Is he a joke to you? What's your problem? Do whatever you want, he doesn't care. He hopes you'll get hurt badly to realize how stupid all of this is.

Horrortale Sans - .... Could you repeat everything you just said with really simple words? He thinks he hallucinated and that you told him you're a superhero who can climb on the ceiling and traverse across dimensions or something. ... What? Why you're looking at him like that?

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not too happy about it, but as long as you come back on time for dinner, he won't say anything. He's not sure he understands why you're doing this, but you seem to like it and you're helping people, so it would be pretty selfish to say something about it. He can't stop worrying for you every time you leave the house though.

Swapfell Sans - He's not sure why you're doing it, but it seems important for you. Nox still thinks that's extremely dangerous and that one of these days, you're going to get hurt. He doesn't like that you're depending on people you know nothing about from other dimensions. You don't know what are their motivations, and if he learned something through all these years as a captain is to never have people asking you favors. He doesn't trust even one second all these other guys showing up in his house from time to time, and he can feel that some of them have a very high LV. He begs you to be careful.

Swapfell Papyrus - So. Does this mean you're sticky from everywhere? Like, your entire body? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He's just asking, you know. For no reason in particular. You slap him. But that doesn't answer his question though.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Uh oh. He actually knows Spider-Man really well. He put a bounty on your head after you kinda exploded one of his totally legal businesses. That's the first time you see Wine actually surprised you think. Well, not for the reason you think, but still. That might be a problem at some point, even more since he knows there are multiple of you. What if one of your "friends" found out what he's doing in his world and warned you about him? He should probably look out in how much trouble he would be if he kills random Spider-Men across the Multiverse.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - OMG! You're really Spider-Man? He's so excited! He's a huge fan. Can he be your sidekick? Pretty please! He could be a cool sidekick! You tell him he can be if he survives the flying test. Poor Coffee is holding for dear life to you, screaming at the top of his lungs and begging you to put him back on the floor. That was the shortest career as a sidekick ever, but at least he tried.

[barnowlbookworm]

Promise?

4k Rise fanfic, hurt/comfort, post-movie

posting it here bc some peeps cant read it on ao3 :D

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Mikey is trying to cope with the aftermath of the Kraang. It would be a lot easier if only his brothers would TAKE. CARE. OF THEMSELVES.

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Mikey used to think that his worst fear was the ghost under his bed or the monster in his closet. He used to fear the creatures that hid in the shadows, the figures his imagination would color in the night. But now he realized, those were the simple days. He wished that those were the things taking up his mind in the hours of the evening, but ghosts didn't bother him now. Now all that echoed in his memory were the repeating screams of his brothers.

Raph's possessed body, trying to kill Mikey and his brothers.

Donnie's cries of pain when he was ripped out of the spaceship, spitting up vivid colors of blood.

Leo launching himself into the Prison Dimension…leaving him behind. Leaving them all behind.

It had been only a week. Leo was still laying in the med bay, wires and IVs, along with fresh bandages, entangling his beaten body.

Mikey was across from Leo, sitting down, shell against the cold white wall. He stared blankly at the sketch pad in his lap, pen tapping on his knee.

“You doing okay, Mikey?” Raph's soothing voice called him out of his gaze.

“Mhmm,” Mikey nodded as his big brother sat beside him.

“He's going to be okay,” Raph said, after a moment of silence. “Donnie says he should be up and around in about a few more weeks. That's a quick recovery, he says.”

“How's Donnie doing?” Mikey asked, looking up at Raph's bandaged face.

“Better, but his shell is still pretty hurt. I've been having to keep an eye on him, making sure he rests too.”

“And you?” Mikey rested his hand on Raph's arm.

“Raph's doing fine Mikey,” he smiled down at him. “He’s taking care of himself like he's taking care of his family.”

“That's good,” Mikey gave a small smile as his eyes landed back on the sleeping Leo.

Donnie had given him pain meds, along with something that knocked him out.

Mikey stared down at his bandaged hands, which most likely needed to be redone, but he didn't feel like bothering Donnie. His brother needed as much rest as possible.

“It's late Mikey, I'll watch Leo, you need to go get some sleep.” Raph stood up and offered him his hand.

Sighing, Mikey gripped Raph's palm and he helped him up. Mikey hid a wince of pain that shot up his injured hand and slowly exited the med bay, stealing one last look at Leo. Hugging himself, he walked out into the hall.

Ever since the attack of the Kraang, Mikey couldn't get rid of the heaviness that had made its way into his chest. He saw things happen to his brothers that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. He wished he could forget the images that kept repeating in his exhausted mind. He wanted to break free from what had happened, but it was so hard when it was everywhere in front of him. He wanted to draw, to paint, to do SOMETHING. But, his hands struck with pain any time he tried to put pressure on a pencil or brush. He didn't want to be still, he wanted to be active, to distract himself in some sort of way. But his injuries wouldn't allow it. So all Mikey could do was sit down somewhere and bob his leg up and down uncontrollably.

Passing Donnie's lab, Mikey stopped to glance into the large room, items and coffee cups scattered everywhere.

At one of the main computers, Donnie stood, typing away.

Mikey knew it was now about one in the morning, and he also knew that Donnie most likely hadn't slept the night before, and probably the night before that. Mikey wouldn't stand for another one of his brothers almost dying, so he stepped inside.

“Donnie?” He whispered, stepping up to him.

“Michael,” Donnie replied, eyes strained and still staring at the screen.

“It's late,” Mikey murmured.

“Mhmm, shouldn't you be in bed?”

“Shouldn't you be too?”

“I did more scans on Leo and ran more diagnostics. I need to make sure there’s no infection in his shell, and that it stays that way.”

“Donnie, you need to sleep,” Mikey sighed, head leaning onto his brother's shoulder. “Casey and Raph are on watch, please come and get some rest.”

“Sleep is not required at the moment for me, but for you, it is. Go to bed, Mikey.”

“I…” Mikey trailed off, his voice was hoarse and he could feel his throat begin to squeeze. “Donnie…please…don't hurt yourself too.” Mikey's voice quivered so low that he wasn't even sure that Donnie heard him. “Please.” A tear slipped down his cheek as he leaned into his brother.

Donnie's stiff stature softened as he wrapped his arms around his little brother, knowing that he needed the comfort. “Get to bed Mikey, I'll be done in about an hour,” he stepped back.

“Promise?” Mikey looked up at him with his tired, tearfilled eyes.

Trying to keep his eye contact, Donnie let out a sigh, then finally nodded, “Promise.”

The night wasn’t easier than any other night Mikey had tried to sleep. He didn’t know whether he was dreaming or if he’d actually heard Leo scream. Turns out, he’d just imagined it, because when he ran to the med bay Leo was still asleep, Raph and Casey sitting at his side.

He crawled back under his covers and squeezed his pillow into his face, but every time he dozed off his body jolted as if he was falling. At last, exhausted enough, he fell into a restless sleep.

A slight buzzing vibrated the side of his bed. Ignoring it, he snuggled more into his blankets, but the buzzing kept coming on.

Groaning he reached around his covers to find his phone, eyes blurry he turned down the brightness of the screen and tried his best to read the texts.

It was the family group chat that was notifying him like crazy.

April: How’s he looking?

Donnie: Not good. I’m running more tests.

Raph: I had to give him more pain meds last night, he wasn’t doing too great.

April: I’m omw, I can bring donuts too. Mikey might not feel up to making breakfast.

Raph: Sounds good.

Donnie: Thumbs up.

Sighing, Mikey set his phone back down and brought his knees up to his chest. He wished he could make breakfast. He wanted to make everyone’s favorite meal, he wanted to be helpful, to be productive in some sort of way.

He then shot his head up and thought, I can try! Then Donnie and Raph wouldn’t have to do it all! I can be helpful and they can get some rest! Yeah!

Jumping out of bed he ran out into the hall, not skipping a beat, he skipped into the kitchen.

Swinging open the fridge door, he grabbed all sorts of veggies, eggs, and other vibrant ingredients that April had bought for them.

Getting out a cutting board he set down some freshly washed tomatoes and onions. Grabbing a knife, he started to dice the onions, but a sharp stinging pain shot up his injured hands and arms, making him grimace in pain. No, you got this, the team needs this. Your brothers need this.

Ignoring the pain that seemed to get worse and worse the more he cooked, he carried on, slicing and dicing.

Several times the pain made him jolt and accidentally cut himself, but he cooked on, telling himself that he'd take care of it later.

Now that all of the ingredients were in the pan, he stirred and seasoned the food.

Once his creation had finished cooking, he scooped portions of the meal into separate bowls. One for Raph, Donnie, Dad, Casey, April…and Leo.

Once Leo would be feeling better he would have a bowl of delicious food waiting for him.

Mikey was proud of himself for pushing through the pain and taking care of his family, just like his brothers.

Setting the bowls on a tray, he steadily picked it up and slowly walked to the hall. Taking one step at a time, he began making his way to the med bay, knowing that was most likely where everyone was.

A slow steady throbbing climbed its way through Mikey’s hands and up his arms, even to his shoulders. But he bit it all back and kept carrying the heavy tray.

Almost there. Almost there.

Thinking thoughts of encouragement, he was now in sight of the med bay door.

He sighed with relief that was too soon to be lived, because after he took one more step, a sharp sudden pain struck his hands. It felt as if a hundred shards of glass had dug into his skin and he couldn’t help but cry out as he tripped over his feet and crashed to the floor.

Gasping, he opened his eyes to see most of the bowls of food broken and all over the floor around him.

His breath shortened and his heart rate began to rise, tears finding their ways into his eyes. “No…” he whispered. “No,” he began to cry harder.

What is wrong with you? You just made a bigger mess for them to clean up! Why can’t you do anything right?!

“What was that?” He heard Raph ask from the med bay.

“I don’t know, I’ll check it out,” April responded.

Panicking, Mikey stumbled to get up and maybe try and hide the mess.

He looked around him, nope, too much to hide. Way to go Mikey.

“Mikey?” His sister poked her head out. “You good?”

He avoided her gaze by staring at the floor and tried to hide his tears.

“Oh Mikey…” She trailed off as she walked up to him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he sniffed, “I was just trying to…help.”

“Hey, hey it's okay,” she set her hand on his shoulder.

“No it's not,” he hugged himself, more tears streaming down his damp cheeks.

She smiled warmly at him and wrapped her arms around him, engulfing him in a hug. After a few seconds she pulled back and looked into his tearfilled eyes.“Come on, Leo’s awake, I’ll clean this up, you go say hi to him.”

“Are you sure?” Mikey wiped his sleeve over his eyes.

“Yep, go on, he’s waiting for you,” she grinned then began stacking the pieces of broken bowls onto the tray.

He painfully put his hands in his hoodie pockets, and slowly made his way into the med bay.

Poking his head in, he saw everyone by Leo’s bed side.

“Hey Mikey,” Leo smiled at his little brother.

Smiling wide, Mikey walked up to him and gave him a gentle hug.

“April brought donuts and I had to basically force Raph to save you some,” Leo winked at Mikey.

“Uh, no you didn’t! I had to make you stop eating them!” Raph crossed his arms at Leo.

“Okay so maybe you did, but the point is, there's donuts,” Leo smiled innocently at them.

“Thanks…maybe later,” Mikey gave a small grin.

“I have never in all my life tasted something quite so exquisite,” Casey stared dreamily at a donut in his hand.

“Wait till you have a boston cream filled one, those are what I like to call heaven,” Mikey did a chef's kiss.

“Uh…Mikey you're bleeding,” Leo glanced down at Mikey’s bandaged hands that now had new blood seeping through them.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just slipped in the kitchen,” Mikey waved him off.

Everyone shot each other looks of skepticism then looked back down at him.

“Dr. Feelings need check ups too,” Raph nudged Mikey’s shoulder gently.

“I had one the other day,” Mikey patted Raph’s big hand.

Donnie stepped up to him and took his hands to analyze the bandages and new cuts from attempting to cut up veggies.

Mikey looked up at Donnie to see his eyes strained and red, black circles underneath them. Creases had formed on his forehead showing that he, in fact, did not get any sleep last night.

“Donnie?” Mikey started, “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Uh…” Donnie avoided his gaze as he looked over Mikey’s arms. “Yes?....”

Everyone here knew that Donnie could not lie even to a house fly, so obviously Mikey knew that he had not slept at all.

“Donnie!” Mikey yanked his hands away.

“I had to run more diagnostics!” He defended.

“You promised!” Mikey nearly shouted.

“Mikey-”

“No! You promised you wouldn’t keep doing that to yourself! That you’d take care of yourself!” Tears pricked Mikey’s eyes as he yelled at his brother, his voice cracking into a sob. “You can’t keep throwing yourself into danger! I can't almost lose you, too! I need my brothers! Stop hurting yourself! Stop almost dying! Please!” Tears were now streaming down Mikey’s face. “I can’t take losing you, too! You promised, Donnie!”

At that Mikey ran out of the room, sobs racking his body, his heart pounding, the memories of losing sight of Leo in the Prison Dimension flashing through his mind. He couldn’t stand knowing that he was getting killed. He wasn’t going to stand for it with Donnie now, too.

He couldn’t watch another one of his brothers destroy himself, not again.

“Uh…I’m not sure if you guys could tell, but I think that had some underlying meaning to it,” April said from the med bay door.

“He’s hurting and scared. Because of me,” Leo looked down.

“Leo…” April sighed with concern.

“Leo, we’re comin’ back to that,” Raph said, chasm appearing, then he turned back to the door. “I’ll go talk to him, I’m sure we can figure this out.”

“No, I think it should be me, seeing that I am the one who triggered whatever he is dealing with, I’ll see if I can fix what happened.” Donnie stood.

“You cannot simply ‘fix’ trauma, my son,” Splinter frowned, grief in his eyes.

“I can’t believe I made him so…” Leo looked down painfully.

“Hey Leo, it's okay,” Raph gave him a small but rueful smile. “He’ll get through this…We all will.”

How did Donnie and Leo make this look so easy?! Mikey yelled in his mind as he tried to tighten new bandages on his arms and hands.

Every time he was about to tie it off, a piece kept coming loose and falling off. Mikey groaned and hit the back of his against his bedroom wall. How can I ask for help from them now? I messed it all up.

Mikey hadn’t meant to yell, all of it just spilled out, like a dam that had too big of a leak. What if he had hurt Donnie? Mikey knew that he would never be able to live with himself if he had hurt one of his brothers. Was Donnie mad at him? Did he not want to talk to him because he was afraid he’d be yelled at again? What if he was scared of talking to him? What have I done?

Mikey brought up his knees to his chest and hugged them close, hiding his head. He rocked back and forth, his mind yelling at him things no person should hear.

The pain in his hands grew worse and he didn’t know what to do about it. Sure, he was Dr. Feelings, but he was not Dr. Actually Does Medical Stuff. He wasn’t the medic like Leo, or near as smart as Donnie. Mikey didn’t know what to do or who to turn to.

“Michael?” Donnie’s voice was the last thing Mikey had expected to hear.

Mikey didn’t move, except buried his head deeper into his knees.

“Mikey…I want to apologize,” Mikey felt his older brother sitting beside him. “I know now that I did break a promise. As one who has experienced broken promises first hand from a certain…person...” Donnie looked ahead, Mikey knew that he was talking about Dad. “I know it is quite a negative emotion to feel, and I am sorry that I made you… feel that negative feeling.”

Looking up at Donnie slowly he wiped the tears from his swollen eyes. “I…forgive you Donnie.”

“Phew, okay, now I can check your hands now with no feelings in the room. Yay,” Donnie offered him his hands and Mikey slowly put his cut up and bloodied hands in his.

“I saw your breakfast on the floor, it looked like it would’ve tasted superb,” Donnie said, taking off some of the old bandages.

Mikey watched as his brother wiped away some of the blood then winced in pain but just said, “The floor has never been really nice.”

“Gravity is quite the nemesis of ours,” Donnie put on his goggles and scanned over his little brother’s arms.

“Yep.”

“I see you tried to use the knife this morning,” he mused.

“Tried and kinda failed,” Mikey chuckled quietly.

“You also need to speak with Leo, he’s…worried about you,” Donnie began to rub some sort of salve onto the cuts and slices.

“...I’m sorry I yelled,” Mikey looked away. “I didn’t mean to, I just…I just…it all came out and now…”

“I’m not angry with you Mikey, none of us are. Feelings are hard to control. Especially when we just almost all got executed by giant aliens who wanted to take control of the earth.”

“I was scared.” Mikey whispered and leaned onto Donnie’s shoulder.

Sighing, he finished up on bandaging up Mikey’s wounds then murmured lowly, “...Me too, Mikey. Me too.”

They stayed sitting there, leaning onto one another’s shoulders, not wanting to leave the safety they held together. The shelter they had for each other, no one could ever break. No one.

Leo’s head throbbed. Actually, everything throbbed. Any little movement brought sudden pain racking up his shattered bones.

He guessed the pain killers had worn off, but he didn’t want to bother any of his brothers. Donnie hadn’t come back from when he had gone to talk to Mikey, Raph had gone to take a nap after being up at Leo’s side all night. April and Casey had gone to go pick up dinner and Dad had fallen asleep on one of the chairs in the med bay.

All that filled Leo’s ears were the sounds of the beeping monitors and the quiet drip of the IV, and Dad’s heavy breathing.

Leo couldn’t go to sleep, every time he tried, he heard the echo of the Kraang’s snarls and the snapping of his own bones. He could still feel his body tearing through the thick void of the Prison Dimension, him laying in his own pool of blood.

Everything still hurt, but it was knowing that his brothers were still in pain that kept him awake.

Donnie’s shell had been shredded to pieces, making him shake uncontrollably and pass out several times due to nerve damage. Leo knew that Donnie hadn’t wanted him to know, but he observed his brother and his medic mind would not rest.

Mikey’s arms had been sliced up to the point of him not even being able to draw and Leo knew that it was destroying him. That, and him having emotional breakdowns. Leo was crushed because Mikey was the creator, the color, and the heart of the brothers. Knowing he was hurting to the point of yelling at Donnie, Leo knew that it was bad.

Raph was trying to be strong, Leo could see it, but he could also see that he was scared of being too close to the others. As if the Kraang would come back and transform him again, making him kill the others. Raph was the big brother, the strength and the head, his brothers trusting him to the end of time. They would never be scared of him, if only Raph would see that.

Risking to breath in a deep sigh, Leo’s ribs ached and he sucked it in fast, the pain growing worse.

He didn’t want to take more painkillers because it made him pass out, and he didn’t want to keep being asleep when his brothers were suffering. Suffering because of him. He knew that they would say otherwise, that they would do it all over again for him. But Leo didn’t want that. He didn’t want to think that his brothers would die because of his stupid decisions. Leo was an idiot, he knew that, he didn’t deserve to still be around when his brothers were recovering from his actions. It wasn’t fair to them.

They didn’t deserve that.

They deserved a leader like Raph, not like Leo. They deserved a brother who wouldn’t put them in that sort of position. Leo would rather stay in that Prison Dimension than have his brothers die because of him. They had died in the future because of him. He couldn’t have that happen to them in this time. He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He stared up at the ceiling, not even realizing that hot tears had begun to stream down his cheeks.

Hearing footsteps come from the hall, he jerked his head up, making pain strike up the side of his head and stars came into his vision.

Wiping his tears away quickly, he looked over at the door to see his little brother. The orange brother’s head hung, hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Mikey?” Leo whispered.

Jerking his head up, Mikey walked up to his bed, and asked, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Staring at Mikey with tearfilled eyes, Leo shook his head.

He was so worried and ready to help Leo, no matter if he was in pain or not.

“How long have you been awake?” Mikey asked, sitting next to him.

Shrugging, he replied, “Since this morning I think.”

Looking down at Mikey’s freshly bandaged hands, Leo asked, “Are your arms okay?”

His little brother nodded, “Donnie helped me.”

“Is he resting?”

“Yes, he fell asleep not soon afterwards.”

“Good…Hey Mikey?”

“Yes?” His big eyes looked up at his big brother.

“Are you okay?”

Biting his lower lip, his head shrunk half way into his shell and gave a small nod.

Sighing, he rested his hand on Mikey’s shoulder, “You can talk to me.”

Mikey didn’t know how to respond, he was trying his best not to burst out into tears. He didn’t want to worry Leo, he knew that his big brother was dealing with enough.

“I-I’m sorry I yelled earlier,” Mikey whispered quietly, avoiding his older brother’s eye.

“It's okay Mikey, you didn’t do anything wrong. You were just worried about Donnie,” Leo sat up the best he could without wincing.

“But what…what I said…it wasn’t fair to you. And I-I’m sorry.”

Leo took his little brother’s shoulder again, “No, what I did wasn’t fair to you. You’re just trying to recover from what I did and that’s okay. You did nothing wrong. I’m not mad.”

No matter how hard Mikey tried not to cry, he failed and the tears came. Leaning into his older brother, Leo held him close.

“It’s okay if you're mad at me,” Leo whispered to him.

“Mad at you?” Mikey sat back up, “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I almost died and now you, and everyone else in pain because of it,” Leo looked down.

“Leo,” Mikey now gripped his brother’s shoulder. “I am not mad at you. Am I hurt? Yes, but because you just went and sacrificed yourself so easily. You almost died out there in that stupid dimension. You’re our leader, but you’re also our brother!” The tears began to stream faster as he looked into his older brother’s eyes. Holding Leo’s face in his hands he gently wiped the tears that began to come down from his wide eyes.

“I can’t imagine a world without you Leo, our brothers couldn’t either. They need you. We need each other.”

“But you're all hurt because of me!” Leo began to cry harder.

“And we don’t regret any of it! We would crawl to hell and back to keep you alive, Leo! Because we love you!” Mikey wiped more of Leo’s tears away. “We love you and we would never be okay without you. You are worth fighting for, so never, ever think that we would be better off without you. Because we need our brother. We need you Leo. We love you.”

Leo’s body racked with sobs as Mikey pulled him into a hug. Mikey buried his head into his brother’s shoulder as Leo did the same. The two brothers held each other, afraid to let go, Mikey didn’t want to wake up and this be a dream. He didn’t want to wake up and him be dead in another dimension, but breathing deep, he realized that it wasn’t a dream. Leo was here, alive, breathing, crying, and hugging his little brother.

Mikey realized that he no longer needed to fear the nightmares, because it was all in the past. Leo was alive and with his family. They would all heal.Together.

No longer would they be torn apart, they wouldn’t let that happen, ever again. Leo may be their leader, but he would always be their brother.

“No more crazy sacrifices okay?” Mikey chuckled out more tears.

“I’ll try my best,” Leo responded with a laugh.

“Promise?” Mikey looked up at his older brother.

Leo looked down at his baby brother with gleaming eyes and hugged him tight once more then murmured into his shoulder. “Promise.”

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Bloodweave Stardust AU

While writing my current Bloodweave fanfic, my brain threw this idea at me and won't drop it, so I'm typing it here to hopefully come back to it in the future.

Imagine, Gale, a wizard prodigy, being in love with Mystra, a women in his village who also has her eye on Lorroakan, another up and coming wizard. He watches a star fall from the sky and vows to Mystra that he will gift it to her as an engagement, and sets off into the magical kingdom beyond his home to find it. Instead he finds a beautiful if snappy elf named Astarion that wears a necklace made of purple light that looks nearly black in the light. Gale agrees to help Astarion return home in exchange for help with finding the fallen star so that he can marry the love of his life.

They're chased across the land by Ethel and Gortash, one wanting the star that will grant renewed youth and the other the necklace that will grant someone worthy the ownership of the famed wizards tower that is said to hold untold riches.

They escape Ethels trap by Dimension dooring into the sky (Gale meant to teleport to somewhere else but got distracted by Astarion shining in the moonlight), and are saved by the pirate crew and their captain (not quite sure yet who that might be I'm afraid).

After a night spent together, Gale leaves Astarion to tell Mystra that he has fallen in love with the fallen star, only to realise that if the elf crosses the wall, he'll turn to dust.

Ethel kidnaps Astarion, and Gortash agrees to help Gale rescue him in return of the necklace. The fight goes as it does in the film, Ethel being defeated by Astarion shining with love so brightly she is turned to dust.

Gale picks up the necklace, and is revealed to be the next keeper of the tower due to his kindness and passion.

The couple spend their lives living in the tower, Gale teaching magic and Astarion making clothes inspired by the heavens he came from.

And when they've grown old, they return to the sky, two stars so close that they touch, forever together watching over the world that brought them together.

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It has been a while since I read a Better World AU from Gravity Falls, and yours is by far the best.

I kind of remember that was another version but called Hoodie AU, if I’m right. Although it was much darker.

I don’t know if you’re continuing developing this AU, but still, it’s amazing the details you have put.

I think this version is much more optimistic despite the angst both in the AU and what was shown in Journal 3 when the parallel dimension was mentioned.

Tbf, I’ve never wondered what happened to Stan in Better World AU, that question only came after I read the fanfics that speculated about his whereabouts.

man, now that's a throwback! Glad you enjoyed my take on it haha. I think the last time I sketched something for it was something like 8 years ago which. hoo boy thats wild to think about.

I remember reading the journal and latching onto that part immediately, but even with the angst factor, I really loved (and still love!) the tone and themes of the cartoon. stan is someone who scrabbles to survive (usually due to his own mistakes!) but deep down wants to have a connection to others, especially his family! simply put, grunkle stan Will be everyone else's problem and some monsters chasing him across the world Will Not Stop Him

thanks for the ask! have a stan sketch

[Image description: A digital colored sketch of Grunkle Stan on a boat, looking down confused at a postcard.

Stan: We're in the middle of the ocean, how the f-

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Batfamily fanfic recs

Duke Thomas

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich (word count: 54,578/chapters: 6/complete

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision.

And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged.

“Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!”

“Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

Tim Drake

Liminal Space by Calamityjim (word count: 77,186/chapters: 17/complete)

Bruce's habit of collecting strays is not limited by dimension.

Or

When Young Justice Batman comes across an angsty, seemingly abandoned by his Batman Tim Drake, he decides to step up to the plate and parent the crap out of him.

Ten cents richer by Ms_trickster

(Word count: 13,493/Chapters: one shot)

You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

That’s how the saying goes. Take enough punches from the universe and eventually it becomes harder and harder to pop back up, to see the worth in fighting back, to stop yourself from turning around and delivering some punches of your own.

Tim never wanted to become the villain—

“Appendicitis,” Tim breathed in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

—but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to burn the world to ashes when shit like this kept happening to him.

Dick grayson

making gold out of it (read all the tags/word count: 7,601/one-shot)

Dick talks himself back down on the bathroom floor, clinical and detached.

(For someone whose primary skill is manipulating his body, it’s not very often that he feels connected to it.)

Or, five years after Blockbuster, Dick begins teetering on the ledge of processing what Catalina did to him.

Stephanie brown

DON'T YOU CRY, DRY YOUR EYES. (Word count: 4,842/one-shot)

After inhaling her food before Bruce's even halfway through his vanilla milkshake, Stephanie seems to have sobered up a little. She's looking less green, and more like she's trying to develop x-ray vision and look into Bruce's soul.

Or maybe she's still drunk, because she very suddenly and very bluntly tells him, "I used to wish you were my dad," drowning her chips into a little pot of ketchup.

Bruce pauses. He slowly drops the chicken nugget he was about to put in his mouth — since now is probably not the time to complain about how the nuggets are a little dry today.

(Bruce Wayne is not Stephanie Brown's father, not at all.)

Gen (two or more bats)

THIS ISN'T PUNISHMENT (I LOVE YOU). (Word count:2,250/ one-shot/ jason & bruce)

It's not."

Jason swallows thickly, "What?"

"My parents death is not the worst thing to ever happen to me," Bruce reiterates, as calm as Jason has ever seen him, eerily indifferent to the topic. But it's his eyes that remind Jason of the situation at hand, the way they're wide and glassy, pale blue eyes screaming for the words to stop.

They don't stop; "Losing you," Bruce continues, unblinking to Jason's expression of absolute horror, "Is the worst thing to ever happen to me."

Pain should not be quantifiable. It's with sinking hatred and pity, does Jason realise, guilt shouldn't be measurable either.

(Batman is hit with truth serum, Jason reacts to the consequences.)

The Neighborhood Watch by AlexaAffect (word count: 8,565/Chapter(s):1/gen

A knock on his door roused him from his vigilance, strong and steady.

Jason tucked a crutch beneath his arm, pushing himself up off the couch. In his other hand he carried the gun; his finger poised on the trigger. Bruce’s gun safety rules bounced around in his head, mingling with his father’s from years earlier.

Keep your finger off the trigger unless you intend to shoot.

Jason didn’t intend to miss.

Another knock; more frantic this time than before.

He had half a mind to yell. The curses died in his throat. The list of people who knew his safe house was short. He was leaving nothing up to chance. He leaned forward, pressing the gun against the door, and checked the peephole.

Dick.

Immediate relief.

Or alternatively; The Joker escapes Arkham and due to a broken leg, Jason can do nothing about it. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait alone.

Dick Grayson, Nightwing and other Unrelated Coincidences by StarlightDreamer16

Dick Grayson, a Bludhaven fed, has been assigned to observe the Justice League from the inside on behalf of the United States government.

Nightwing, a respected Justice League member, is away on an undercover mission to infiltrate the FBI.

These things are not related.

The Non-Bat affiliated members of the League share one braincell and it's missing presumed dead.

5 + 1 times the Justice League don't know that Dick Grayson is Nightwing and one time they find out

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Peter & MJ (Spideychelle) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

All I've ever known (is how to hold my own) (ao3) - notapartytrick T, 38k

Summary: Michelle Jones, begrudging waitress at Peter Pan Donuts, comes across a customer who feels strangely familiar and decides to do what she does best - solve the case.

A Parent Apparent (ao3) - happyaspie mj/peter T, 528k

Summary: In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life.

OR

Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter’s relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

Are You Hiding Something, Peter Parker? (ao3) - Silver_of_Dragons G, 3k

Summary: MJ’s perspective of meeting Peter Parker up until she realises it’s him.

boy problems (ao3) - AppleJuiz betty/ned, mj/peter T, 4k

Summary: But with MJ, it seems less like something that Peter is interested in and more like an inevitability, a sure thing, a lasting thing, because of all the looks and the rhythm and the way they match deep down.

Watching Peter and MJ most days feels like watching a prologue in montage, like a plane before takeoff, like they’re getting ready to soar right into the sky together.

He’s not sure where that leaves him.

diggin' on you (ao3) - adashofhope T, 2k

Summary: the coffee shop au that no one asked for.

"i write a bad pick up line on your cup every time i'm your barista."

Falling out the Clouds (ao3) - abcd_em T, 9k

Summary: Five times Peter gave MJ flowers and one time MJ gave them to him.

I’m Tired of Waiting (For the Walls to Cave) (ao3) - aletheahiraeth mj/peter, pepper/tony G, 26k

Summary: or; there are a lot of dimensions to consider when trying to repair a multiversal tear in the fabric of space and time. Strange didn’t exactly prevent everyone who knows Peter Parker from coming through them.

i think (i know you) (ao3) - iamindecisive mj/peter T, 5k

Summary: And so MJ does what she does best.

She observes.

or: Peter Parker isn’t subtle, and MJ wants to get to the bottom of things

Just Like Coffee, I Look Forward to A Cup of You (ao3) - lowqualtom G, 3k

Summary: The one coffee shop AU where MJ sits and reads everyday and Peter makes her coffee.

Kissin’ Dynamite (ao3) - crime_fighting_spiderling G, 27k

Summary: “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Lemon Dishsoap and Midnight Crepes (ao3) - citrusclams E, 4k

Summary: Peter is twenty when his Benadryl-use becomes an issue.

It starts as an accident. His metabolism is so fast, the regular amount doesn’t accomplish anything, so he starts taking five, six, ten times the recommended dose to feel anything, and once its effects plateaus, once he realizes that he would rather swim through sedation than deal with Spider-Man problems, he starts downing entire bottles like shots of whiskey.

It's not a problem.

Until it is.

spider-man: homewrecker (ao3) - watsonmj (divineauthor) M, 3k

Summary: Peter and MJ are married. MJ’s a famous actress. Peter’s still Spider-Man. People think Spider-Man and MJ are together. The problem? Everyone knows MJ is a married woman.

The Day They Took Everything From Peter Parker (ao3) - littleLover_fandoms G, 30k

Summary: Peter Parker didn’t go looking for a fight. But today, the fight found him. Flash Thompson had always been cruel, but today, he wasn’t just cruel—he was ruthless. It started with a whisper in the hallway, just loud enough for Peter to hear. "Still crying over your dead uncle?" Peter stiffened, gripping the strap of his backpack so tight his knuckles turned white. He kept walking. Flash followed. "You know, I was thinking—Ben Parker? Kind of a loser, huh?" Peter’s body went rigid. "And your parents? Man, they really didn’t want to stick around, did they?" Flash chuckled darkly. "What kind of kid gets abandoned by literally everyone? You’re like some cursed orphan no one wants. Maybe if Uncle Ben wasn’t too busy playing hero, he’d still be—" :)

the view when you're falling (ao3) - peculiarblue G, 24k

Summary: MJ decides to cash in her good deed of the week by covering her best friend Ned's night shift at the local coffee shop and gets a lot more than she bargained for when a masked hero swings in for a late night order.

alternatively: MJ falls in love with Spider-Man one night on the rooftop of the coffee shop she works in. and the next night. and every night after that.

we can follow the sparks (i’ll drive) (ao3) - softnslow mj/peter, betty/ned T, 19k

Summary: It’s like she’s had an epiphany, a sudden rush of urge crashing into her beating heart.

She’s in love with him.

alternatively:

betty brant can’t date until michelle does, but she falls in love with ned leeds. michelle jones doesn’t date, but for the sake of betty, she devises a plan to fake-date peter parker.

plot twist: she ends up falling in love with him.

Whatever Happens (You’ll Be by My Side) (ao3) - SpideyFics T, 3k

Summary: Peter and MJ spend a quiet Hanukkah together.

Your (Arguably) Friendly Neighborhood Daredevil (ao3) - serpentinefiend T, 18k

Summary: After Peter impulsively makes a social media account for Spider-Man, he and his friends hatch a plan to make him less suspicious should anyone track its origins. Somehow this genius plan involves creating a fake Daredevil account in the name of deniability, but, truthfully, the whole thing may have gotten away from them.

your heart (is all i own) (ao3) - weqsterly T, 2k

Summary: five times michelle jones watson held things above peter parker's head because he was too short to reach & the one time peter held something above michelle's head