#die hood haha

[maxl-quaxl]

Irgendwo in Rocky Beach ist immer Sommer

(kann nd schlafen, time to draw sunshine boy >:))

[threepoint14art]

My favorite activityyyy REDRAWS!

originals under the cut :9

[haveihitanerve]

Tim casually dropping bits of his traumatizing childhood lore on Red Hood(he knows its Jason, but Jason doesn’t know that yet)

but plays it off/alludes to it being Bruce and Dick that are treating him this way. And Jason believes him bc Tim sneaks off to see Jason all the time- which obvi makes the two of them very panicked when they realize he’s with the fucking Red Hood and thats their baby boy, which leads to get-your-ass-over-here-i-was-so-worried-you're-grounded yanks from bruce/dick, and that makes Jason think they’re like… awful+ he has pit madness so he’s not thinking straight and remembering the good parts of living with bruce and how he would never but anyway-

this eventually leads to Jason marching into the cave on Tim’s behalf… only to find, Bruce and Dick actually adore???? This tiny gremlin child??? Would literally die for him??? Are sooooooo fucking happy to learn its Jason, are like, really welcoming??? Love him??? Mourned him?????

And Jason is looking at Tim in confusion, and Tim is in the corner with his tablet and goes “haha. Nice. Horrified you back into the family, uwu” 

Anyway Tim is a chaos gremlin who deserves to force jason back into the family by making him truly horrified and want to raise tim on his own, which tim is not willing to do, so instead he has to co-parent him with bruce, which leads to reconciliation etc etc…

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 8

Come Back

"... Robin?"

The whites of the man's domino mask widened. You jumped down from the billboard, landing in front of him.

"Not anymore."

You acted without thinking. Dropping the helmet, you flung your arms around the vigilante's shoulders. You bounced happily, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

"Haha! It is you!" A giggle bubbled up from your throat. "Where have you been?! What ya been up to? And... do you seriously wear two masks?"

The man gently pushed you back by your shoulders. He had a mix of anger and guilt on his face. His expression twisted as if he were mulling something over.

"It's... a long story."

"Well that's not vague."

"Don't worry about it. What matters now is you need to get out."

"Get out?"

"Leave Joker."

"Oh, this again."

"I'm serious." He breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm going to kill him."

Kill him? Right, as if he could. You shook your head in disbelief. You opened your mouth to argue only for the man to interrupt you.

"Don't be naive. You've seen what I can do, and the clown isn't untouchable."

He was serious.

Robin- No, Red Hood was going to kill Joker.

You pulled your gun out, aim locked on the vigilante. He quickly raised his hands. "Jinx-"

"No. You're not gonna kill him, I won't let you."

"I don't need your permission." He pushed the pistol away. "Please, don't get in my way. Don't die for him."

"I'm only alive because of him. I am who I am because of him."

"You don't have to be." Red Hood extended a gloved hand to you. "Join me. Put your talents to good use."

"What?"

"Think of what you could accomplish if you wanted. You completely erased thousands of peoples' debt with a single bomb."

"That was an accident."

"Even better! Imagine what you could do if you actually tried."

"I... I don't-"

"Please. Don't waste your life protecting someone who'd never do the same for you."

"Shut up!" You brought the gun back up to face him. "You don't know what you're talking about. You weren't there. He took me in when no one would!"

"You don't need him."

"I said shut up!"

"Either help me or get out of my way."

You fired the gun.

Red Hood stumbled back, clutching his shoulder. A growl came from him with a glare to match. He breathed heavily, most likely trying to mask the pain.

You hadn't meant to shoot him. Really you didn't. But everything was happening so fast and you had no time to process any of it. You just wanted him to stop talking.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"You're lucky the suit's still bulletproof."

"I didn't mean to." You felt tears welling up in your eyes.

"It's fine. You gave your answer." The man rolled something in his fingers. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

In a puff of smoke he was gone.

"Robin? Red Hood?"

Your breath quickened. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Everything was falling apart.

You screamed into the empty night sky. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You could feel a migraine coming on already.

"Come back."

[vm-haunts]

Me: haha I'll just make up a timeline for this crazy crossover idea.

Me, a week later: what the fuck what the fuck how did I end up with so much plot how is it still expanding oh my god stooooop.

Aaaanyways. I don't know if I'll ever got it properly written, but this monster of a plot bunny now covers several major events and I'm losing my mind...

But anyways, cliff notes version on the plot and how far it stretches:

..

College trio was involved in the dionesium (aka Lazarus water) research, and somehow they're actually the more ethical bunch. Which is saying a lot considering.

DP events happened but they encountered and got help from several DC magic users during it. Budding occultist Sam for the win. (no agit yet and no phantom planet either)

The GIW got somewhat reformed, thanks to the help of Team Phantom's JLD friends. However at some point they got new management. Now instead of destroying ghost, the new comers are interested in the correlation of ecto-contamination, liminality... And secretly, in the increased success rate of induced metagene activation in liminals. Yikes, they somehow got worse.

Again, the Fenton parents are somehow the ethical ones here, despite everything. They refused to work with the new branch of GIW, stuff escalated (don't they always), and now they're dead. And in ghost jail. At least Vlad is there with them for the heartwarming reunion.

So Team Phantom ended up faking their death and goes on the run while raiding GIW bases, and along the way they found a weird guy (Jason). Weird guy's mom showed up and. Well guess they're involved with assassin cult's power struggle now, at least they get to help a guy out.

More shenanigans later they ended up with some monks in the Himalayas, and- wait Danny what do you mean you know them? Oh yeah Plasmius's little stint with the Infi-map... Gotta love time travel.

Anyway, after Danny got scammed for long overdue property damage fees and Jason got a pair of cool swords, they met Talia again and she brings news! Totally no ulterior motives or anything :) (Sam called her out to her face and she just smiled)

Jason, considerably more chill in this au, is still unhappy about... Well. Everything in Gotham.

Cue the Red Hood stint but with much more control and less blood shed. Which ironically made RH more intimidating because he moves like a ghost(duh). Especially when Jason's main act of revenge is 'pranks', which reads as mild psychology warfare actually. But hey the bats did that to themselves, he did nothing wrong (besides being a drug lord).

Red Hood peaceful mode does however attracted some unwanted bird themed attention, the Owl's not the Robin's. And well, undead Talons sneaking around undead experts, what could go wrong?

Everything apparently. Because on top of the Rh stint, Jason is somehow also infiltrating the Court of Owls now. As his real identity Jason Todd-Wayne no less. But the real suprise is Danny running into his parent's old researches, and. Well, the poor talons need help, might as well join in with the infiltration.

Some more shenanigans later it ends in Jason and co. quietly turning the talons against their old masters, and oh boy did they overachieved the goal of getting a foot into Gotham's crime world. Must be Danny's Fenton luck.

Ol' Batsy is very very not happy about that development by the way. But he can die mad about it as far as Jason is concerned.

...

The end. Of part one.

Stay tuned for part two, where we cross AGIT with crisis.

And massive thanks to @taddy-cat, a large part of this is inspired by the lovely discussion with you!

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 13 His POV

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

(He wanted to eat the person he liked…?)

In this case it wasn’t a euphemism for love, but literally that dead man’s intent.

Roger: —Could it be that…

His cursed sin is…cannibalism?

(I’ve never Cursed One with cannibalistic urges. There’s no past data. But…)

But when you think about everything that happened—It all made sense.

(That guy…was really Cursed)

He didn’t know he was Cursed and didn’t know that his urges were from his cursed fate. He died blaming himself.

(Ah, it happened “again”. I…led another innocent “Cursed One” to their death…”again”.

Roger: “‘Cursed One’s’ tragic fate can’t be altered. In the past, there have been no exceptions.”

That’s so true, it makes me laugh.

Kate: Um, Roger…

???: Hey, hey. A man dressed in all white with a nice smile and parted bangs just told me something.

You were talking about the murder from last night.

(...?)

I turned around and saw a stranger leaning against the counter with a smile.

Kate: And you are…

Nicholas the novelist: Just some insignificant novelist called Nicholas. And these are…

Michael the playwright: Michael, a playwright.

Joanna the caricaturist: Joanna, a caricaturist.

Barkeep: Ah, these three are people of culture who are regulars here. They like to stick their noses in other people’s business.

Nicholas the novelist: We have to! We’re always looking for inspiration for our works.

Man tries to eat a girl with red hair. It’s like the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood.

Joanna the caricaturist: Don’t lump this together with a childish fairytale like Little Red Riding Hood. It’s an insult to a sensational incident.

Michael the playwright: A bloodstained girl and a man standing over her in shock. Aha, I have an idea!

(...Ah, I see…these guys…)

The reason why they came to be known as “Fairytale Curses” is because of novelists, playwrights, and the like who created works based on existing “Cursed Ones”.

But nowadays, the relationship’s been reversed and they’re referred to as “Fairytale Curse”.

My curse is the Double-Crossing Hunter.

Elbert’s the Greedy Queen, Alfons the Mirror.

The reason for these names must have come from Cursed Ones that lived before us.

Tonight, another fairytale would be born from a Cursed One.

(I know people are free to create what they want and no one can fault them for that)

(—However)

Michael the playwright: I hope more tragic incidents happen. That way I can create the best stage performances!

Nicholas the novelist: More material for our works! Haha, just kidding!

Next thing I knew I was slamming my mug down on the table as if to cut their laughter off.

Roger: They didn’t die to be a spectacle for you lot.

Michael the playwright: Ah, erm…

Nicholas the novelist: Um…We didn’t mean to make fun of people’s deaths.

Joanna the caricaturist: That’s right. Just having jokes at a bar.

I heard voices repeatedly try to defend themselves within my distant consciousness.

I was already well aware that the “sinfulness” of “Cursed Ones” couldn’t be understood.

That’s why they’re “curses”.

Roger: —Just kidding.

Michael the playwright: …Huh?

Roger: You were starving for stimulation, so I thought I’d surprise you.

Michael the playwright: …Wha

What the heck! You scared me!

Roger: Ahaha, sorry.

Michael the playwright: That performance was so real. Want to join my troupe?

Nicholas the novelist: You can scout later. Let’s have a drink as thanks for surprising us!

Roger: Yeah, sure.

They’ll never know what we “Cursed Ones” mourn over or what’s fated ends are.

So I just pretended that nothing happened. This “acceptance” was a technique I took up to get by in this world.

—However, there was one person beside me that didn’t agree with this acceptance.

Kate: Roger…

There was a hint of anger in Kate’s voice and disapproval in her eyes. 

(...Kate, you’re too nice. You’re the only one willing to stand with the Cursed)

Kate was a kind person and now held feelings for the Cursed, Crown included.

That’s why there wasn’t a need to feel worried or hurt anymore.

Roger: Hmm?

I downed my beer and ruffled her hair like usual.

Kate: Stop…

Roger: We heard what happened. The investigations’s over so there’s no point in digging any deeper.

Kate: I don’t think that’s how you truly feel.

(—Yeah, you’re right, Kate. It’s not…how I truly feel)

When Kate wasn’t looking, I went outside. The rain poured down relentlessly, but I didn’t care.

Alone, pitch-black despair that I’d been holding back starts creeping up from beneath my feet.

(If we told Lance “you’re a Cursed One” back then, would things have changed?)

I could imagine all the what-ifs I wanted, but the dead never return.

~~

My dear little friend, you will no doubt encounter despair in the future. However, don’t let yourself be defeated.

~~

I remembered the words of a dead friend, words that I’ve repeated over and over.

(...I’ll be fine. I won’t let despair consume me)

(I’m strong, I won’t be defeated, I won’t be lonely, I won’t let my soul rot, and…I’ll fulfill my ambition)

(That’s why I’ll be fine. …I’ll get back up and continue like nothing’s happened)

(I still don’t know if there’s a shadow watching over me)

And that its existence will save me.

Next

[dreamweave01]

Haha, I love them too!

Bill does indeed get a new name! He is now William Asinus Ciphera (Yes he hates it. Yes, everyone makes fun of him for it. Also, translate Asinus from latin and you get a special insight to the Axolotl's sense of humor ;P)

This happens about 3 or so years later, so the Pine twins (the younger ones) are about to celebrate their 16th birthday at the end of the summer!

Bill is only a couple inches taller than Dipper and Mabel (making him essentially shorter than everyone else) with a slim, weak build and sharp features. He has blond hair, though part of it is naturally the same fiery blue as his powers (if he still had any.) He wears just a basic tshirt and jeans, with tennis shoes and a hooded jacket from when Ford was a teenager (Bill kept getting cold and Ford was sick and tired of his complaining.)

Gravity Falls is essentially his new theraprism. He's doomed to stay there for the rest of his human days, only to be freed when he can finally learn some empathy.

His subconscious/soul/whatever you wanna call it is his classic Dorito form. In his dreams, he appears in this form. However, if he were to die, that would be it. He would be done. No coming back this time. No second chance. If he dies, he dies, just like any other human being. The Axolotl was very specific with the rules.

There you go, @caramel_covered_apples!

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#100! Like Mother-Like Daughter

You found out Zeus took Kojiro and is now trying to force Both Poseidon and Kojiro to Wed in Hope that his brother won't die...That obviously didn't sit well with you so as you tried to go and get Kojiro everything in the God Section was put into lockdown-You got lucky you were hanging out with Loki before the lockdown

F!Y/n*Looks at all doors and windows are reinforced and looks at Loki*Everything is locked down! How are we gonna get in?

Loki*Looking around and patting his pants when he pulled out a key with a keychain that had N.T in them and smirks at you grabbing your arm and running to get to the tesla room*

-As the two got into was seemed to be one of Nikola's new inventions Loki puts the keys and turns it on...but goes thru the radio to pick the perfect song going with "F*ck you up! Hits"-

Loki*Has hands on the wheel*Buckle up babe~WE'RE DOING A SHREK!~

-At the wedding-

Kojiro*Was putting on a wedding dress and being held to be in place along with Poseidon, mouth covered with tape*

Poseidon*Glaring at his brother knowing he can't disobey him*

CRAAAAAAASH

Loki*Opening the door of the vehicle abit dizzy*I OBJEEECT!?*falls into the rubble*

F!Y/n*Getting out of the vehicle and jumping on the hood towards the to look at the gods and glaring at Zeus*YOU WANT MY FUTURE HUSBAND...YOUR GONNA HAVE TO KILL ME!?!

Zeus*Rolls eyes and snaps his fingers for his soldiers to attack her at the ready*

You soon enough launch yourself toward Zeus' own soldiers...MASSACRETING THEM IN YOUR PATH OF WRATH...

Zeus*Frowning*WHAT THE FUCK-SHE IS DAME!*Moves out of the way from a soldier that falls near him now being choked by viscera, grabs him, and pushes him towards the angry human*SHE'S A BROAD!KILL HER-*Stops talking when the soldier was killed in an instant he pushed him her way*

Kojiro & Posiedon*Taken aback by You easily making your way thru Zeus's best god soldiers*...

Loki*Backs you up but is soon grabbed by you and is used like a bat to hit another god*

F!Y/n*As you drive around the vehicle destroying the cake, tables, and seats on your path you speed up to the altar with an enraged glare at Zeus but stop at the last min, get off punch the last soldier standing on your path, Glaring up at Zeus*...

Zeus*Looks down at you as you grab Kojiro and throw him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and rolls his eyes and huffs*...

F!Y/n*Looking at the gods, pointing at Kojiro's ass and then at self*THIS ASS IS MINE!?!*Slaps Kojiro's ass to emphasize that*

Koji*Eyes widen and blushes*...

Loki: HAHA!*Laughs at the Greeks, He too is now carried like Kojiro by you*

Poseidon*Gaze on you as you leave and smirks, Interested in your display*Well then...

...You take after Mama Eve...ALSO, WE DID IT, FOLKS!100 ROR QUOTES!?!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[ominouspuff]

pov u are overworked and under(not) paid but at least you’ve still got ur teeth

Accompanying this au where Fox and Fives fake a death, make up a new Corrie, and everyone else in the Guard is kinda unwillingly inducted into unhinged-conspiracy-theory-bro-hood too

The Corries: the chancellor needs to die

The rest of the GAR: loolll ikr haha

The Corries:

The GAR, frantically punching in Coruscant’s coordinates: …LOLLL ikr HA, RIGHT??

[frownyalfred]

I noticed the ask you got about Jason, Dick, and the passing on of the Robin mantle, and how you said you imagine the nicer version is how things went down in your fics. That made me think about borderline and how close Dick and Jason end up in it, and THAT made me think about how to me Jason feels like the kind of person where if you have his love and loyalty and can keep it, you have it forever.

All this rambling is to say that I headcanon that Dick being kind to Jason back then is why Jason cares so much about Dick in borderline, besides all of the usual family and mind bond stuff. Dick is such a good big brother that all his little brothers are ride or die for him, haha

Yes!! Thank you so much for bringing this up! I get so many questions and comments about Dick and Jason’s relationship in borderline — and tbh it was one of my favorites to write.

So much of their initial instinct to band together and support Bruce and the bond is predicated upon them being good with each other deep down where it counts, you know?

They might bicker and there might be friction externally but the bond revealed all; they care about each other, and as the first two Robins who had to have the first exchange of that title, their relationship is markedly different than the ones they have with the others.

Dick and Jason were able to be in lockstep with each other nearly instantly while Bruce and the others were still reeling from the bond. Jason’s friction with the family as Red Hood fell away almost instantly, save for some minor conflicts with Tim later.

Dick’s need to be the protector and older sibling was still present, but with Jason there at his side he wasn’t alone any more. Together, they could support Bruce as the center and try and save the bond itself.

This closeness, in my opinion, will be Dick’s saving grace in his new condition. Jason will be his lifeline. And they wouldn’t have had that in a world where bitterness over the transfer of the Robin title still existed between them. Or it would, at the very least, be much harder to find that closeness without time and bond-related revelations.

[dc-polls]

Biggest DC Misconception

Round 3 - Match 4

Jason has Lazarus Pit Madness

Not true. Being dunked in the Lazarus Pitt once causes disorientation for a few hous, at most days. Afterwards Jason was perfectly sound of mind, and every time he kills people it's done due to his own free will, not some magic water compelling him to. Also his eyes never turn glowing green.

And another entry...

i'm actually not sure of its origins, but "Pit madness" is what happens when a person is dunked into the Lazarus Pit, it's specifically used to explain Jason's murderous tendencies as Red Hood. this isn't actually true, Jason's anger as Red Hood is completely his own, something that he himself addresses, saying that he thought that maybe he became [Red Hood] because of the Lazarus Pit, before realizing it was all him and that maybe he's been like that all along. it infuriates me because when people use it, they are completely stripping Jason of his morals, and blaming it all on Pit Madness and making it something he needs to be cured of. plus, batfans seem to only use it for Jason, completely ignoring others that have been in the Lazarus Pit (e.g. Cass, Dinah, Lady Shiva, Talia. notice the common thing in these characters).

And one more entry...

Jason Todd did not have Lazarus Pit madness. Even putting that fact aside, Lazarus Pit madness is temporary; it’s not a long-term, recurring condition, and not everyone who is exposed to the Pit’s waters contracts it. We see Jason in the direct aftermath of exposure, and he shows no symptoms known to apply whatsoever. He was completely in control of all of his actions which followed.

--

Guy Gardner is an asshole

He was a social worker turned SEND phys ed teacher who had a horrible childhood and decided to use it to help people until superheroing gave him a traumatic brain injury and YES in the 80s he was then played as 'haha brain injury made man go mean' but EVEN THEN he was brave and loyal and yeah he's brash and deliberately annoying but he's maybe the most selfless green lantern of the core four. He won't just die to save another life, he'll damn himself to constant torment to save another life. He so good you guys

[wolfythewitch]

do you happen to have any more thoughts on the what-ifs of odysseus?

like a continuation of the sketches of ghost Odysseus or something

Oh!! I do have a short thing I wrote, basically where I got the captions from haha

I'll put it under the line. It's mostly just word vomit because I was thinking about it too hard and couldn't properly draw it out

Tw for description of death

Here is what death feels like:

It is agony. Death makes a home in the spaces of your ribcage, winds around the walls of your chest, and roots itself into the skin on your bones. It is a memory, it is a pull, it is an emptiness that seems as vast as the sea.

Death isn't an absence, it's a remembrance.

Odysseus is dead. Or he isn't. We don't truly know when he makes the transition from living to dead, from breathing to still. One moment, his heart beat in time with the world and the gods, and then it stopped, and that was that. He will tell you otherwise, and you must believe it. After all, a corpse does not move. He is right. Odysseus is an anomaly. He isn't right.

We do not know how or when or why. The people who might have known are now long gone, sunk somewhere on the ocean floor, and the only one alive to testify thinks himself a living man. See, it isn't really important though, is it? He was alive, and now he's dead. Or perhaps he is neither, perhaps he's something much worse.

The damned man drifts at sea, and water flows through his bones and down his throat. He chokes on it. Salt clings to necrotic skin. His gaze is dull, his eyes sunken. He has them pointed on a single spot in the horizon, doggedly leaning forward as if it could propel him faster homeward. It doesn't, and he's a fool to think so, but it soothes him.

His tongue is rough and rimmed with salt. There is blood under his finger tips, so dark it looks like tar.

He prays. Silly, the gods don't listen to the dead.

An island appears from the mist. It looks too good to be true. Ah well, it's not like you have anything to lose.

Here is what death looks like:

He looks like a shade, like a monster, like a corpse. His skin is pale under his cloak, his eyes hooded in shadow, his cheek sunken. In the light, all you can see is teeth. His legs are red with blood and it's the only color to paint him. The courtyard is littered with the body of the dead, eyes open in screams that will never sound. Twelve nooses are pulled taut underneath the trees, white feet swaying in the wind.

Death walks among them, and he smiles.

Here is death:

He lives in Ithaca, nestled in its heart. He is a haunting, he is a ghost.

The king is home. This is cause for celebration. Music rings through the kingdom for seven days straight.

The queen and the prince attend the festivities. They are withdrawn but happy. The kind is nowhere to be seen, but that is to be expected. He's had a long journey.

There is talk, once a month passes by. They rarely see him, and when he makes an appearance, his hair is drawn and wild. His himation is pulled close around him. His fingers are bony and thin. He does not look well. There is talk.

The servants gossip, when the royal family do not listen. They speak of the walls, of the smell of rot that followed the damned man home. It grows too strong to stomach. They've taken to hanging mint and herbs to try and cover it up.

Water seeps through the cracks in the walls. The floors are constantly slick with water. Puddles pool in the stone.

The queen only smiles and waves away their questions. The prince is not so merciful. Any rumors are nipped at their source. There is a coldness to him. It is strangely close to fear.

The king is nowhere to be seen. Somehow, this was the most familiar.

Here is where death goes to die:

An oar, a winnowing fan, a sacrifice. He kneels and pushes the oar into the soil, whispers a prayer through cracked lips.

He does not get back up again.

[sleepysnoots]

Hey, I saw your post and I was wondering if you could do a Stone x rich fem!reader, something like enemy to lovers, maybe? Thanks!! 💖

Thus has been rotting away in my drafts so i hope you guys like it also there might be a part two no promises tho

Stone x fem reader

Y/n is mentioned once cause pronouns were getting boring

And theres no warnings maybe stone being really fucking drunk

Not proofread

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Stone was walking the streets of ramshackle with vinnie and skipp. Vinnie was munching on stolen bread as she yapped about a plan she’s been plotting

Stone was in his own world really, very uninterested on what vinnie was saying as he took a swig of the bottle in his hand, until someone bumped into him causing the bottle to spill all over his face

Stone frowned as he looked at the person wiping the liquid off with his sleeve

“Hey watch where your goi-,” he paused realizing who it was before frowning “oh it’s you”

The girl he knew as y/n stood in-front of him, she wore a long fancy cream dress with boots her hair tied up in a bun as she looked at him with an equally disgusted look

She crossed her arms

“Ugh what are you looking at”

She sneered glaring at him

“Nothin pretty”

He muttered making her scoff

“Haha very funny”

She said sarcastically whilst rolling her eyes

“Ugh just get out my way freak. ”

And after saying that she shoved past stone earning a scoff from him as he watched her storm off

Vinnie glared at her grumbling before nudging stone with her elbow “what a bitch” she said to stone earning a nod from him

But stone seemed off, he was still watching her walk down the street.

Vinnie noticed this and saw a small tint of pink on his cheeks.

“No fucking way”

Vinnie laughed

“Theres no way!”

She said in disbelief skipp also noticing and smiling widely

“STONE HAS A CRUSH ON THAT RICH GIRL?”

Skipp teased equally as shocked as vinnie

Stone shook his head looking down at the two

“What? No i dont! shes such a bitch for no reason why-“

Vinnie cut him off with a huge grin

“You like women who talk down to you”

She wiggled her eyebrows with a huge teasing grin

“WHAT! No! i-i get out!”

He said a look of horror on his face as he pushed vinnie away, a huge blush was now present on his face.

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It was late, the busy town of ramshackle empty. Stone was clinging to anything near him, trying to at least stay balanced.

He stumbled his way into an alleyway falling into a pile of trash with a thud

He laid there brain feeling foggy

He might have gone a bit far today with the drinking

He laid there holding in his sick as he just rested his head on trash

“Stone?”

A voice called out as he lifted his head

It was y/n

He threw his head back with a groan

“Oh for fuck sakes of course its you”

He murmured his words coming out with a slur

She just rolled her eyes as she walked up to him

“I actually dont really care but im not that mean to just leave u here to die”

She said looking down at him realizing the state he was in

His cheeks were flushed his eyes glazed and hooded and he absolutely reeked of alcohol

“You look like shit” she said

Stone went to go and reply with some snarky comment but the minute he opened his mouth he threw up all over the ground

Y/n tried not to gag as she watched this but watching how vulnerable he was right now she decided to help him

Kneeling down next to him dodging the sick she started to pat his back helping him throw up the alcohol

After a few minutes he stopped sick dribbling down his chin as his skin got paler

“Fucking hell stone you need to stop drinking”

She muttered genuinely concerned

“F-fuck you i dont need your stupid opinions”

He slurred looking up at her

She rolled her eyes before holding out her hand

“Here look I’ll take u home so ur not left here im sure vinnie and skip can look after you”

He glanced at her his already flushed face turning brighter

He hesitantly took her hand as she guided it around her shoulder helping lift him up so he was stood next to her, he felt a hand slide across his back to his side as she gripped onto him trying to hold him up

“Your surprisingly lighter then i thought”

She chuckled

Stone coward looking to the side his face flushed

“Shut up”

He muttered

She just giggled helping carry him to vinnie and skipp

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Ill probs post a part two to this because i think it’s adorable but i realized i havent posted in a while so boom here u go stone simps 😘😘

[pinky27freak]

~°¶_Idia x Yuu_¶°~

~°¶_Promise_¶°~

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(Yuu has a sibling that came to twisted wonderland with them in this one)

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Rumble, Crash!!

Are heroine,, Yuu, jumped nearly a foot as the storm worsened outside. Though the defening thunder and lightning didn’t seem to bother her boyfriend, who was busy trying to save Zelda. She sighed and scruntch up her face as she cuddled deeper into the blankets on Idia’s bed. She absolutely adored him to a t, but she really wanted attention and cuddles, especially since today was their one year anniversary of dating. Then again, she also liked watching him get all worked up about the game.

“Why do you have to be so cute when you're mad!” She thought, grabbing a blanket and rapping it around her like a hooded cloke. She then stood up and walked over to him and put her face into his shoulder. Idia stiffened a bit before relaxing into her touch. A soft smile grew on her face. “Is my gamer fustrated at the big boss?”

“Yes! Why can’t this old bisket die already!!” He furiously smashed his fingers in the controller as he jumped to dodged another attack. Yuu watched until he finally won the level, then she drug back his seat and sat on his lap. Idia's eyes widened. “Y-yuu?!”

“I want cuddles. I also want to watch you kick some butt. So this is the perfect combination!” She smiled and snuggled her head into his chest as he made a small shy noise.

“Why is she so freaking cute! My heart feels like it’s going to burst!” He internally screamed before relaxing back into his previous position and continuing the game.

Rumble, rumble, rumble. CRASH!!!

The lights flickered and then completely went out. The two sat in silence for a minute, each contemplating what had just happened.

“You did save your game right?”

“......... shit no!” Idia threw down his controller onto the desktop, signing in frustration.

“Awww! My poor little baby!!” Yuu Snuggle her boyfriend harder, hoping to somewhat comforter him in the fact that he was going to have to rematch with the boss that took him almost an hour to defeat. His arms wound their way across her back as he pulled her in a bit more and buried his face in her bobbed hair.

“You smell good.” He muttered, nuzzling his nose deep into her neck. Yuu squirmed. “Dose that tickle, sweetheart?” Yuu's eyes widened at his tone.

“Oh no.”

With that, her boyfriend started to mercsessly tickle her. Causing her to screech.

“I feel a disturbance in the force…….” Yuu's sibling muttered, perking up as they sat in Ramshackle, being single, unlike their younger sister.

“Oh shush.” Grim said, rolling his eyes. “Your just being paranoid.”

"Grim can just not talk sometime?" She growled, going back to reading as she thought about what her sibling and future brother in law were up to.

Back at the currently non electric Ignihyde, Yuu had somehow managed to escape her boyfriend’s grasp and was hiding. Idia was currently trying to find her.

“Yuu! Come on, it was just getting fun!” He said before tripping over some clothes on the floor. Yuu stiffeled a laugh as she squeezed further under the bed. Haha! No way he was going to find her!

“Ah! Here’s my flashlight.”

“……. Oh crap.”

The beam sweeped across the floor, before turning to the closet. She used this chance to wiggle further back under the bed. Though her attaition was caught by a rumging sound coming from the closet and a small.

“There it is!” by her boy. She was curious of what “There it is!” ment, and what “There it is!” was. The light then turned towards the bed and she stiffened seeing his socked feet walking towards her. They turned towards the nightstand and she could hear a small box being sat down on it. The light then clicked off and the only light left was from the soft glow of his hair. He then bent down and crouched on to the floor and poked his head under the bed.

“hi.” A small smile formed on his face causing Yuu’s heart to melted at the sight.

“hi.” Was her shy reply. He then reached out his hand as a offering, she took hold of it, and he slowly pulled her out into the open.

“How about we have a proper cuddle time.” He said bring her in for a hug.

“That would be worth more than gold to me.” Yuu snuggled into his neck as he picked her up and flopped onto the bed. They emidetly entangled their limbs together and buried their heads in each other’s necks. Within a few minutes, I had fallen asleep. Two hours later, Ortho made his way into the room and found them all curled up and sleeping peacefully. His regular smile grew almost to twise it’s size seeing his big brother and his lover all cozy and warm in each other’s embrace.

He quickly grabbed Idia’s phone and punched in the code to unlock it and then took several pictures of the sleeping pair, then sent them to both himself and Yuu's siblings.

Idia: (sent with attachment)

Hey Sis-chan! It’s Ortho! I’m sending this evidence so there are extra files! (Read)

Sis:

>:) I fore see a wedding ring in the future!! LOL!!

Thank you, Ortho!! You're such a sweetheart!

(Read) I’ll be sure to print them out!l

Ortho stopped as something pinged in his head. He scanned the room before his eyes finally rested on a small box on the night stand. He silently walked over to it and opened the lid and smiled. He then turned around to his brother and gently shook him awake.

“Big brother!” He excitedly whispered as Idia opened his eyes. “I think now would be the perfect time!” He said, handing him the box. Idia’s eyes snapped open as he eyed the box that was now in his hand. Ortho gave a double thumbs up and whispered. “You can do it!!” He then exits the room, leaving a sleeping Yuu and a very flustered Idia behind him.

Idia swallowed as he looked at the box and then at his girlfriend. She looked so peaceful and beautiful it was almost like someone had put a spell on her.

“I’ll wait until she wakes up…..” He turned to put the box back onto the nightstand.

“I’m already awake, silly.” A small groggy voice sounded off. Idia snapped his head round to see two sleepy hazel eyes softly studying him as a smile tugged at the full soft lips of hers. “What does “I’ll wait until she wakes up” mean baby?” She said, rapping her arms around his waist and snuggling her head into his tummy. Idia stuttered, not knowing how to answer her exactly.

“I-I, uh, I-THISISFORYOU!” He blurted and shoved the box into her hands before quickly hiding his face into a pilow, making small noises of embarrassment while doing so. Yuu raised an eyebrow, not really knowing what he was doing, though it was just so adorable that she didn’t really care. Humming, she retangled their legs and pulled him closer. A small squeek sounded from Idia as she did so, causing her to lose it for a minute.

After her myboyfriendistocute attack she opened the box and peered inside. Idia watch her from a breathing hole he’d created. Her eyes widened as she took out the two silver rings inside and stared at them. One was more slender and had a dark blue stone in it, while the other was more wide and had a ice blue stone in it. She carefully turned each of them over in her hand, studding every part of them.

“Look on the inside of the band.” Idia’s shy muffled voice spoke, though the boy himself was still hidden. Yuu reached over, turning on the lamp stand, then remembering the power was out, snuggled closer to her boy, and used the soft glow from his hair to read the inscription on the ring.

Your Wonderlust lead to my Forelsket and our redamancy.

Yuu felt her heart ach at each word. But not a ach of pain, more of love and eumoirous. She loved this man. Nothing was ever going to change that or sway her love for him. Nothing was ever going to come between them. She’d had already made up her mind. She slid the slender ring onto her ring finger and then grabbed Idia’s and did the same with the wider one. She knew exactly what the rings meant for them both. Idia breathed a sigh of relief when he felt her slide the ring onto his finger. He then grabbed her and held her flush to himself, and closed his eyes.

“I love you, Idia, from storge to eros.” Yuu said, looking up at her boy. Idia opened his eyes and gazed down at her as she gazed up at him, his glowing yellow eyes as soft as the boy himself.

“I’ll never know how I got you, but I’m happy I did.” He said intertwining their hands together, feeling her ring on her hand, as she felt his. He tucked his head into her and they both closed their eyes.

Why did they close their eyes you ask? Well why do we close are eyes when we pray, when we cry, when we kiss, when we dream; because the most beautiful things in our lives are not seen but felt only by the heart.

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(fancy and unusual words definitions)

Wonderlust (?.) A deep desire to explore

Forelsket (n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Redamancy (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Eumoirous (?.) Happiness due to being honest and wholesome

Storge (?.) One of the six types of love, an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity.

Eros (?.) One of the six types of love, a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment, is a stereotype of romance.

[themastaralex]

Always, even to the End.

When an anomaly mission goes bad, you're left in critical condition, while a distressed Gwen is left to handle and process what just happened, while Miguel is there to save you, making sure you don't die like his daughter once did.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, direct talk of open wounds, very poorly studied medical stuff.

This shit was so much longer than I was thinking to make it like wtf do you mean 5k words?? Also Latina reader 🫶🏼❤️

"Oh, shit."

Wounded. Red. Pain. Talons.

Then, a voice, heavily muffled.

Ears. Ringing.

You open your eyes, barely able to see a figure. Then you feel a bruise on your eyebrow, moving to your eyelid.

"..fuck.." Strained, you groan, breaths ragged. Then the figure crouches down next to you, and they pull up your mask, right below your eye.

"-die." The figure's hand moves toward your bruised cheek, lightly brushing it. "St.."

Blood rushes out from your mouth, a sign of internal injuries.

Oh. I'm dead.

Almost.

Your eyesight starts to settle a little more, as you can finally make out some more detail of the figure.

White.. Hood..

Oh.. yeah.. mission. Almost forgot.

"Ngh.." Gwen looks around and presses something on her arm, her watch. Then as the portal comes up, she picks you up and speaks something into the watch.

You're not sure what happened to you. And right now, you're sure you want to sleep.

You're tired.

The blood loss.

She grabs you and runs into the portal. The portal is short, and she has no time to waste, so she doesn't wait for the elevator, instead, she just jumps, and even though you don't have the normal spider-person sticking, she keeps you close, and held.

You recall your mask, similar to Miguel's recall.

Your face moves to the left, as you see people running and rushing toward you, medics.

A smile comes up on your face when you see Miguel rushing towards you.

Haha.

Only time he'll ever run to me.

Then you look back at Gwen, her mask off and hood down. Her teeth are gritted as hard as she can as she runs toward the team of Spider-Medics. You didn't exactly get too good of a look at her face, but you see the gap in her teeth,

Cute.

Only a second later, your ears quit ringing, and you can finally hear, as she places you on a stretcher.

"Can you hear me?!" One of the medics yells as he flashes a light in your eyes, making sure you're still here.

"Ye..yeah." Just like earlier, your voice sounds heavily strained, as if it pains you to speak, which it does.

Up until now, most of your body has felt numb, but you finally feel it, the worst hit you've ever felt in your history of being Spider-Woman/Shadow of 2099. And you don't feel your legs. Or anything past when you got hit.

"I can't.. feel my chest.." You mutter out, a whisper in the wind.

"What?" Gwen asks, narrowing her eyes at you.

You desperately look at her, as your breaths become more and more labored.

The medics rush you to the medical bay, as Miguel and Gwen follow them. They place a oxygen mask over your mouth and nose, making sure you can breathe.

Gwen contacts Miles, Hobie, Pav and Peter so they know what happened.

"EVERYONE, MOVE! MOVE, DAMN IT!" Miguel clears a path, clearly worried for you, but he'd never admit it, at least not in front of everyone.

He always had that one soft spot for you.

You always did remind him of his daughter.

Your smile, your curiosity.

God, Miguel wishes so bad you didn't, because if you die now, he'll just get hurt again, and again.

So he'll do almost anything to save you, his 'adoptive daughter'. A year and a half ago, he would have said he didn't have anything to lose.

But now.. you know the rest.

After a few minutes of rushing to the medical bay, they get you into emergency surgery, then find what happened.

"Multiple broken vertebrae, shattered spine, fractured ribs, and a mediocre concussion. We have her in surgery right now to fix her spine." The doctor glances up from his clipboard, seeing a pacing Miguel and Gwen in a chair, slouched over, thinking over and over, 'how did this happen?'.

You don't blame her. Not after what the Goblin pulled.

"I'm not even quite sure how she survived, given she doesn't have the typical spider-powers. But I do know she has a similar physiology to you, Miguel." The doctor points his pen toward the 6'9 man, as Miguel turns toward him, encouraging him to continue. "You might have to do a blood transfusion, given that she's lost quite a lot of blood."

The Goblin, he's the one who did this to you. He mimicked Gwen's voice, saying, "Spider-Woman, help!"

It was in that second that you should have known. She never says Spider-Woman. She always says Shadow.

You should have known, you should have. But of course, your feelings and thoughts got the better of you. And the fact that you have no spider-sense only made it worse.

"Alright. I'll do what it takes to save my 2nd best Spider." Gwen quietly laughs at that, but only for a second.

"And you, Gwen, we'll need to check you out before you can leave." She nods, standing and following the doctor, but not without looking back at Miguel, who is glaring at her, his fangs out and everything.

Her eyes go wide, and she turns back around as fast as she can.

Oh, shit. Miguel's gonna kill me after I get bandaged up.

She can't help but get that awful feeling in her stomach just thinking about what Miguel will do to her after.

After Gwen follows the doctor in the doors, he drops the angered look, and instead dawns a tired look, complete with lowered eyebrows and small frown.

"Chingada madre. Kid always has to be in some sort of trouble. She can never stay still." He pinches his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

He keeps his eyes on the surgeons doing your operation, then looks at you on the table, under the effects of anesthesia.

"You better survive this so I can ground you." He barely smiles, giving the illusion he's still deathly angry with you, because he is.

The only thing you think about while under is a nightmare of not being able to save Gwen if the Goblin actually had her, which is almost traumatic for you. And whenever you think of it, your heart rate spikes, and the doctors have to give you additional drugs to calm your system down.

Regardless, almost everyone who knows you is worried, knowing that having your spine fractured, broken, shattered, whichever you want to say, is huge.

The doctor finishes treating Gwen's minor and major injuries, like cuts, bruises, and her broken arm. He gives her a cast to wear on her left arm for a week or two, before coming back for a check-up.

She heads back out the way she came, stopping for a minute to see the progress they've made. Virtually zero, but this surgery is complicated and will take hours of labor to repair the broken vertebrae, piece together the shattered spine, and replicate the ruptured nerves.

For some reason, she can't help but blame herself, just like she's blamed herself for so many other things.

But you don't think it's her fault, you know it's not her fault.

Other than blaming herself for something she couldn't have prevented, she watches the surgeons work for a minute, before wanting to head to your shared quarters, which for now, will be vastly empty.

For now, it won't be filled with the sound of your pencil going at it on your sketchbook paper, or you listening to some of your favorite songs, or the sound of you criticizing either a book you're reading, or something on the holoscreen.

And she feels alone. Again.

She hasn't felt this alone in a while, since after all, you're there next to her most of the time.

Grinning, laughing, trying not to laugh when Lyla "accidentally" turns off Miguel's hologram and his butt shows.

But she has Miles, Pav, and Hobie, right? Yes, but they're not you, one of her only girl friends, and best friend at that..

She stares at your bloodied and bruised face, reminding her of when Peter died.

Her thoughts go dark for a moment, thinking about you dying. On that table. Having to tell your parents in your universe that you died saving her.

Gwen snaps out of it, shaking her head.

'No. Stop thinking like that. She has the best doctors in the Spiderverse working on saving her. She'll be fine..' Gwen isn't even really sure if she can trust her thoughts, as she lightly frowns. 'Right..?'

She closes her eyes for a second, before turning around to leave the medical wing.

She's only a few steps away from the door when an alarm goes off, flashing red lights going off all around.

"Code Red in Medical Wing B, Code Red in Medical Wing B."

"SHE'S GOING INTO SHOCK, PUMP IV FLUIDS AND GET MIGUEL BACK IN HERE, STAT!" The head surgeon yells to a nurse inside the room, as he rushes to get the fluids and calls Miguel on his watch.

Gwen rushes to turn around, as she sees the surgeons working hard to save you. Then she hears the doors slam open to her right, as Miguel sprints to the entrance of the room.

She can't bear to watch, so she doesn't. She runs, out of that wing, to your shared quarters.

She runs, just like she ran after Peter died, and after her dad aimed his gun at her, not even giving her a chance to explain.

She opens the door, moving inside, not sparing the outside a second glance. She slams the door closed, sliding down it, sitting down onto the floor.

Her eyes darted around the floor, not thinking of anything in particular, other than the obvious: that she just ran away from having to see another person in her life die. Especially one she cares so much for.

One that she cares so deeply for, that she would gladly spend everyday with, that she'd give her life for.

She raises her head, a grave realization coming to her.

"Ah, shit.." She furrows her brows, the smile on her face bitter. "I like her. Just had to realize this now, huh?" Gwen just shakes her head, biting the inside of her cheek, holding back everything else she's feeling.

Aka, everything else she's feeling that she hasn't allowed herself to feel, like loss, or anything other than the wall she put up for a while, which was promptly taken down by Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, and most predominantly, you.

And right now, all she does is sit there, thinking about how pissed she'll be at herself if she doesn't get the chance to tell you that she likes you. If she doesn't get the chance and you die, that's just another death she'll claim responsibility for, even when both you and her knew the risks.

She'll blame herself for making the multiverse lose such a beautiful smile, a selfless hero, a brilliant mind, and the girl she likes.

And again, it's only now that she realizes her stares, because back then, she took them as just admiration, respect. Especially when she looked at you in the gym, bench pressing, with Miguel spotting you. She thought that she reacted like, 'Holy shit, that's impressive!' But she was like, 'Holy shit.'

Regardless of what she used to think, she knows now. And she knows she has to tell you, if you live. And if you don't, she'll carry it to her grave.

She wishes she could just curl up into a ball and cry, but she has hero work. Anomalies to take care of.

In a rude interruption, someone knocks on the door, then it's accompanied by a light voice.

"Gwen, you okay? Open the door." Only Miles would have that soft of a voice, especially when speaking to someone who's just experienced something more than bad.

She pauses for a second, trying to think up an excuse.

"Uh, I'm changing, can't." Real smooth.

"Mhm. Okay. I'll wait." And there he goes again, with his caring demeanor.

Gwen rolls her eyes, standing from her spot on the ground. "Fine. Come in." She opens the door, allowing Miles to come inside, then quickly shuts it again.

She moves over to her bed, passing a cabinet with a couple of pictures on top, with her and you in them.

She looks at them, grabbing them after a moment of staring. In all of them, you're smiling, whether that be brightly or annoyed.

"I know you're probably feeling guilty right now. But it wasn't your fault. Risks come from being a spider-person, especially one that doesn't have a spider sense." At those words, Gwen just nods, the words going in one ear and heading out the other. She just walks over to her bed, sitting on the edge.

Miles can't help but cross his arms, furrowing his eyebrows. "That's not the only reason you're worried, is it?" He finally asks the question.

All this time, Miles was deathly sure that you liked Gwen. He knew that for sure. But he never completely expected to realize Gwen liked you back.

He always had that small thought in the back of his head, but nothing had ever come of it, until now.

When Gwen doesn't do anything but look down at her feet, it confirms Miles' suspicions.

He nods, softly smiling. Nothing needs to be said by either of them.

Miles had always liked Gwen ever since that super-collider brought them and the others together, including you.

Ever since then, she's been heavy in his head and heart, as so much of the stuff he drew during that middle year was just her. Even his mom called him out on it at one point, but he heavily denied it.

Right before the super-collider incident when you and the others were brought into Miles' universe, you were busy battling Loki, along with the Avengers.

He was beating you guys badly, until you temporarily got the upper hand. But then you got sucked into Miles' Earth, effectively making your Earth lose the battle with Loki.

When you came back, most of the Avengers were in critical condition, and your mother along with thousands of New York citizens, were dead.

You wouldn't have known. You couldn't have. Yet, everyday, you blame yourself for their deaths, because if only you had defeated Loki faster, right?

If only. That's all anyone tells themselves.

She still has the photos in her hands. She can't let go of them, because what if she loses you at that moment? Those photos will be some of the only happy moments of you two she physically has.

She laughs, for a split second, as she looks up at Miles, sitting up straight.

"She always had that same old dumb smile. Every time." Her smile is small, reminiscent of the many smiles you've had, and many of them pointed at her.

"Tell me more." Miles nods, a smile evident on his face, after getting Gwen to talk about something to cheer her up. He drops his arms from his chest, instead opting to drop his arms to his sides and loosely place them on his hips.

Of course, Miles feels sad that Gwen doesn't like him like that, but now wouldn't be the time to say anything like that. He instead focuses on giving her some comfort in your stead.

"After she smiled, she would like, laugh but it sounded like exhaling a breath, if that makes sense?" She'd take a deep breath, looking at the pictures again, softly smiling.

"She'll be okay. I know it. And if she isn't.." She quiets down a bit, slouching and placing her arms on her legs. "I'm not even gonna imagine that." She finishes off her words with an exhausted sigh. She casts the pictures one last glance, before standing and placing them back on the cabinet.

Miles follows her figure, his tone gentle. "Are you feeling better now? Need time?"

Gwen would nod at his words, always thankful for such understanding friends.

"Okay. I'll go. If you need something, don't hesitate to call." He gives her a thumbs up as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

For now, Gwen is more than content with her current thoughts about your situation, even with the slim chance you might not survive.

But she doesn't think about those odds. No, not for another second.

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Around 2 hours later, Miguel speaks to the doctors working on your spine, as they tell him they can't fix your spine.

"What do you mean, 'We can't fix her spine.' Huh? I've given you all the medical instruments of the future! Fix her damn SPINE." He looks at all of them, mentally and physically drained. His look of anger seems to dissipate when he looks at your body however.

"Her spine is beyond repair. There's too many shatters and fractures and missing pieces. She is quite literally better off with us removing her spine and installing a completely cybernetic one-"

"I don't want to hear it." Miguel sighs, his eyes looking at you on that table, bloody and unconscious.

I can't. When you need me most. Oh, kid..

He thinks for a moment, his face desperate.

You're strong, determined. So I'm hoping you can handle this.

He sucks up his pride, wearing a scowl. "I'll get you the fucking spine. Just.. make sure my kid's okay. And don't mess this shit up." He growls, only proving how serious he is.

They all nod, albeit a few of them scared. Then Miguel leaves the room, readying himself for a long night ahead of him, creating a cybernetic spine.

At that time he rushes to his lair, taking out some blueprints from when he was working in Alchemax.

He scrolls through various different types of cybernetic spines, some that attach to the intact spine to strengthen it, others that just line the spine, then there, full spine replacement cybernetics.

There's only a couple, due to the fact most of them were for cosmetic reasons. But out of the few there were, one stuck out to Miguel, a carbon black color, stemming from the part in the neck to the bottom of the pelvis.

"It looks chunky, but I'll admit, looks practical and badass." He pulls the blueprint down to his workstation, projecting it in front of him. "Okay. Hardest thing is probably how the hell the nerves are gonna work with this. But not my circus, not my monkeys."

Miguel takes a deep breath and cracks his knuckles, calling Lyla.

"Lyla, lock down the lab. I need absolute concentration to finish this in time."

"Hmm? Lock down the lab? What for?" She innocently asks, standing in front of him, on his left.

"You know why. Just do it, you know damn well you don't want the kid to die. She's the only one who tolerates your bullshit jokes." His voice takes an angered tone, as he grits his teeth.

"Alright, fine. But this wasn't for you." She locks down the lab momentarily, giving Miguel a peace sign before disappearing.

He mumbles under his breath about how much he hates her, but he won't do shit to change her.

Anyways, after his little issue with Lyla, he studies the blueprint, although it'd be so much better if his brother Gabriel was here. He always was better than Miguel at technological stuff.

Miguel clears his workstation of anything else other than anything regarding the spine.

"Time to get to work."

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Miguel works meticulously, yet still with a fairly quick pace. In around 11 hours, he has the spine done, and if he made it correctly, it should latch onto where the missing spine should be and 'solder' the nerves into itself.

"Hopefully.. this is good." He pauses before continuing to speak, to no one, other than Lyla, who is probably listening. "I need to rest." He breathes for a second, just taking a moment, before moving to deliver the spine to the surgeons, who right now, are probably taking short breaks while they wait.

He walks to the medical wing, the Spider Society HQ quite quiet for 5 a.m. Not many people are awake yet, seeing as Miguel pulled an all-nighter out of his ass to save you.

When he arrives, the surgeons look surprised, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Miguel currently looks like a ghost and a vampire had a child, and decided to never let it sleep.

"Here. I promised, and I delivered." Miguel's voice sounds strained, as he hasn't had many liquids either. He's just been so focused on saving you. Losing another person he loves, especially one he sees as a daughter would be devastating for him.

"Y-You got it?! Okay, we'll get right on it." For a few minutes, the surgeons just took a small break, maybe a few minor power naps. Because during the 11 hour period where Miguel was busy on the spine, they got on taking out your spine, part by part. So right now, you just look like muscle and fat, with your back opened up.

They were slow and steady, making sure to not take a risky shot at any point. Either way, they weren't expecting to see Miguel with the spine so soon, especially one that smells fresh off the factory line.

They carefully place the spine on a table, near your body.

At this point, they've given you so much drugs that not even a junkie would have taken this much in their whole life. But it keeps you down and out, so that's what they keep doing.

They disinfect the spine, as they lift it above you, ready to insert the brain stem part first.

All the while, Miguel waits, his face expectant. "Work.. Chingada madre, this better work." His eyes dart from your back to the spine, as they move it in.

The spine acclimates to the area, as it connects itself to the nerves. The surgeons have never seen anything like this, not in video games, TV shows, nothing. They slowly push the rest of it in, the last part in the pelvis a bit of a trickier challenge.

"Yes! YES!" Miguel smiles, his desperation turning into relief as he starts to cry, an unusual action for him. "Y-You're gonna be okay, kid." His breath hitches as he steps back, running his hands through his hair, then down his tired face.

The surgeons finally finish, after 14 hours of straight, hard, no sleep, work, they manage to save you.

They call some nurses to move you to a different room, gently placing you on the bed, hooking up all kinds of medical stuff to you, as Miguel stares at your bruised face.

He can't help but have a small smile on his face, knowing he managed to save you.

Thank God you're okay. Losing you would have sent me off the deep end.

I'm still going to ground you to high hell.

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3 days later, everyone's seen you in the hospital, resting. And at that time, Miguel stands next to your bed, arms crossed.

"Doctor says you should be waking up around now." His voice stays monotone, not wanting to let an inch of emotion out. "But I know you. You'll wake up unexpectedly and keep your eyes closed to surprise everyone." He'd chuckle, the corner of his mouth turning up.

There's silence for a few moments, before you start groaning.

Huh.. que chingadas..

You rustle around for a second, as Miguel's eyes stay on you. Slowly, you open your eyes, the lights of the room bright, as you get readjusted.

"Ugh.. my head. Jesus, f-" You don't dare finish that sentence the second you see Miguel right next to you. "Miguel.. Wh-What happened? How long I been out?" You try not to speak too loudly, given that you haven't spoken in the last 4 days.

"You've been out for a few days, kiddo. Anything hurts like you're gonna die?" He pulls a chair next to you, leaning back in the chair, arms on the armrests. "Or are you feeling good?"

You nod, your head still feeling a big groggy.

"No, 'stoy bien. But.. What happened? And where is everyone?" You sit up, touching your back and feeling the outside of the spine. You recoil your hand at the touch, as Miguel sighs.

"Ah, your spine was too damaged to repair. They.. removed the whole thing and I made you a new one. Like from that Cyberpunk 2077 game you like to play. And everyone.." He clicks his tongue, as he presses some stuff on his watch. "..is coming now."

You look happily surprised, a large grin making its way on your face. "Thanks Miguel. Siempre me ayudas cuando te necesito." He smiles at your words, as he pulls you in for a quick hug.

"Siempre, mija." He takes an affectionate tone, as he lightly squeezes your shoulder, letting go of the hug.

Not even a minute later, the 4 musketeers show up, with smiling faces.

Your eyes light up at their appearances, especially after seeing Gwen's relieved face. She smiles, and you can see that tooth gap you love so much. Then you see the cast on her arm, but decide to bring it up later.

Miguel follows your gaze, landing on Gwen. He looks back at you and just smiles, as they approach.

"Heard sleepin' beauty was finally awake from her kip. Gwenny here was in bloody shambles the entire time. We were too, 'course, but, ah, she barely slept, ate—" Gwen interrupts Hobie, nervously laughing, trying to keep her collected persona intact.

"He's uh.. exaggerating." She walks over to the right side of the bed, crossing her arms as she glares at Hobie near the head of the bed. "But I'm really happy to see you're okay."

Everybody else other than Miguel either awws, or oohs.

Meanwhile, you just keep your eyes on her, smiling like an idiot. "Thanks, Gwen. Means a lot to hear you say that." Then your eyes move to the three dudes bunched up together at the head of the bed.

"And you three, what no, 'Congrats on not dying!' shit? Nothing? Damn, leavin' me out to dry here."

Miguel enjoys the active atmosphere around him, but he has work to do, so he leaves, giving everyone a quick goodbye and you, one last hug.

After he leaves, Miles sits down in the chair Miguel was in, leaning back.

"So how long you gotta be here? Few weeks?" Miles asks, as he looks around the room.

"Not sure, I doubt a few weeks. Maybe another few days. Just gotta get used to the new spine, I guess."

"New spine? Fucking cool."

You spend the next hour talking with all of them, as they recap what's happened over the last few days you were out, nothing much.

After the hour's over, Miles is the first to say goodbye, as he has something to do with Margo. Then Hobie and Pav have training to do, as they said, 'He needs to learn to not be such a pussy!' 'Says you!'

Regardless, you don't mind as they leave, because that gives you some time to talk to Gwen, alone.

She walks to the chair, sitting down.

"I haven't asked you if you're okay yet, have I?" You turn towards her leaned back figure, wanting her to be completely honest with you.

"No, you didn't. But, I'm fine. Honest." You raise a brow to that, knowing she's not completely telling the truth.

"The cast?"

"Oh, this? Just to stabilize my arm after the break." Your heart drops hearing that, as you take a breath.

"Your arm broke?" You say, pausing as you look at it. "Shit." A mumble under your breath, as she sighs, gently punching your shoulder with her right hand.

"Yeah, it broke, but it's fine. I'll be fine, don't worry." She smiles, with a slight nod at the end.

You tiredly sigh, mindlessly grabbing at the blanket on top of you, thinking. "You know," You didn't use the 'y'know' combination, so Gwen knows this is serious. "The entire time, while I was out, you were the only thing I was thinking about." You keep your voice quiet, as your face expression is soft.

"I like you, Gwen. And I wanted to say that now because who knows if something like this happens again, to either of us, but we don't survive?" Your words are raw, coming straight from the heart.

Every time you've envisioned yourself telling her this, it's always been during a rainy day, particularly on the roof of the Spider Society HQ. Either way, you never got far enough to see what she'd say.

But now, you've shot your shot, and you're hoping you don't miss.

Gwen bashfully smiles, looking from your hand to your face. "I like you too. It took me a while to realize, but I know."

You turn your body slightly to face her, butterflies in your stomach. "Good. I thought I made it kind of obvious." A gentle laugh emanates from you, as she looks at you, from your smile to your nose, to your eyes.

"Obvious? I don't think you were obvious if I didn't catch on to it."

"No, you're just super oblivious."

She stands up, leaning on the guardrails on the bed. "Oblivious, huh?" She chuckles, leaning in.

You smile, moving a hair out of the way, then pulling her in for a kiss. Your hand moves to her neck, with your thumb on her cheek. Her soft lips connect with your slightly chapped ones.

It lasts for a few moments, before you separate, dumb excited grins on your faces.

"Was that obvious enough?"

"Hmm, no.. I think you'll have to show me again."

You laugh, looking all around her face, remembering every little detail, down to the last almost invisible freckle.

You'll never forget this, mainly due to the fact that right afterwards, your heart rate monitor spiked and some nurses came in and saw you guys. Now, that, you'll never forget, because Gwen was there with you.

(If yall are at all curious as to what the spine would be here it is, cyberpunk77 reference 🫶🏼🗣)

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can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson x fem human reader

Yandere!klaus mikaelson x fem Reader headcanons

So this is a request made by @catmikaelson20 its my first headcanon ever so be nice haha enjoy.

Before you started dating, Niklaus wasn't that bad. He for sure knew he wanted to have you for himself and that you were destined to be his only but he wasn't really showing his obsessive and a bit psychotic side to you. ( Not that he wasn't stalking you and killing the man that was trying to get your attention away from him...) He just didn't want to scare you off so he just spoiled you with gifts and tried to hide his creepy side to show by showering you with affection and care.

However, when he finally confessed his feelings for you and you actually reciprocate, well things got very different.

You both started dating and faster than you could realise Niklaus was full on yandere with you.

You had no liberty anymore, you had to stay with him at all times. I mean...you couldn't even get to the bathroom without him and at first it scared the shit out of you.

You wanted to get out with friends, he needed to come with you. You needed to get to the grocery store, nope he would send someone else's to get it for you.

You were like the Red Riding Hood in the forest and Niklaus was the big bad wolf chasing you and never letting you out of his sight.

Niklaus was the epitome of jealousy and possessiveness. You belonged to him and him only for all eternity.

He trusted nobody when it came to you, not even his own brother Elijah to be around you without him. You were way too perfect and adorable for a man to resist you and he wouldn't risk it.

I mean what if you get attracted to this man more than him and he steals you away from him. What if you decide you are annoyed and tired of his obsessive behaviours and run away from him.

What he does to people he catches looking at you or touching you~ Well he kills them of course but not a fast and unpainful death. No he makes sure they suffer and die slowly for daring to look at his princess.

Niklaus is EXTREAMLY!!! clingy. He is always touching you and always has a hand on you. On your hips, your lower back of he's just holding your hands to make sure you are forever at arms length of him.

He's not afraid to show who you belong to, to others. Actually he loves it. It often happens that he kisses you hard and passionately in front of people that seem to have an interest in you. Sometimes he even likes to make you moan a bit by touching you or by biting your neck to give you some Hickey's and marks.

You have a really active sexe life because Niklaus always craves you and want to fuck you his. He love to smell himself on his little girl and when he fuck you he make sure your covered by it. He's you alpha male and if any other werewolf gets close to you they'll know who you belong to.

He asks to drink of your blood often because he is addicted by the taste of it and it is making him crazy to go without it for too long.

Even if you don't have 100% of your liberty, you could ask him for practically anything and he'll give it to you. I swear this man is your number one fan and he wants to make you the happiest he can.

Niklaus is protecting you from every threat and menaces. He'll never let anyone hurt you, ever and if by any miracle someone succeeds in doing so, well he's a dead man walking.

He asked the whole mikaelson family to be there for you if you needed and to protect you so, your pretty much safe.

Niklaus loves your humanity, yet he feels like he won't have you for himself forever so sometimes it trots in his mind to turn you. He'll give you the choices however and make sure you're feeling good and in security all along the process.

He absolutely heals any pain or injuries you have with his blood and he doesn't want you to ever suffer when he can keep you from it.

He cares and loves you with everything he is no matter if you're mad at him or pissed sometimes because he is too much for you. Klaus will always make sure to do everything he can to calm you down and bring you back to your loving and affectionate self with him. Anyway, you never stay mad at him for long.