Rae

That’s it, thank you for the Ted talk

Warnings - trouble sleeping

Summary - (name) can’t sleep so she went to the one place she knew would always welcome her. Mentions to (name) being johnnys daughter but it’s only like two lines

If you see any grammatical errors, you don’t <3

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Warnings - getting locked in a room. Death not of main character, mentions of harmful behavior. I think that’s all sorry.

Summary - (name) somehow got caught up in enchantress and only one person seems to not be wary.

If you wanna see a part of this where it focuses only on Tim’s perspective of this fic I will happily write it

It might be a tiny bit inaccurate in some areas sorry, I tried my best. If you see any grammatical issues no you don’t <3

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Why couldn’t I do anything right..?

Being sought out by the Batman was never a comforting feeling for anyone. Even more so with this thing living inside of me that could destroy the whole world with a flick of her wrist

I didn’t want this.. they have to believe me, I didn’t want her to be here, I didn’t think she would set her sights on me and decide id be her next host after June moone died…

Why did it have to be me? Why did everyone have to look at me in fear? Batman cornered me into joining the young justice team, at least there he said that he can always keep an eye on me, especially with the others around, they could neutralize the threat before it even became a threat. Especially with the young justice tied so closely to the actual justice league.

It was better than me living out in the open world…I thought it would be better..they would have to understand that I didn’t choose this for my life to turn out this way?

But instead? They hated me, the way they’d shy away from me, no one would pair with me during training sessions, no one would even step near me without solid proof that I wouldn’t just flick over and turn into enchantress.. Batman being Batman figured out a way to try and keep her at bay by using a piece of nanotechnology implanted into my arm to control the demon, it worked for the most part…most part being the operative word

Yesterday during training I had been partnered with gar, he’d always play nice around me, at least to my face he would, he was without a doubt like the others and tried to leave as quickly as possibly without drawing too much attention to the fact that he wanted to leave whatever room I’d been in prior so he didn’t have to inevitably wait for his demise as they all thought

I kept it in, really I did try .. until he threw me on the mat and my head hit the cushioning and everything went dark.. enchantress came out speaking in broken tongue, echos of the dead language ‘moonspeak’ filled the air as her dark twisted hair fell to the side as her head tilted in almost agony wanting to rain hell upon those who dared cross the demon who was once worshiped like a god in her time

I begged and screamed inside my own head silently trying to fight her for control when Richard Grayson, dick more commonly known used a super sonic frequency that only enchantress could hear, to shrink back into herself before he stabbed a tiny hole in enchantresses heart to keep her in control before she eventually gave in and I succumbed back to ownership of my body

By the time my eyes opened and I looked around the training ground everyone was cowered in the corner of the room, despite being heros themselves dealing with something as unknown as enchantress was a damn good reason for even them to cower away..dick laid a hand on my shoulder and ushered me out of the room to go sit in the padded room of the lockdown space

‘It’s built for yours and our safety, we understand it’s scary for you; but we are yet to understand the limits of her power even with junes research that she had done before her unfortunate death. After every use of enchantress controlled or not, you must sit in this room for at least 24 hours for everything to completely calm down, do you understand?’ Batman once spoke to me when I’d lost control of enchantress for the first time since getting brought to the tower with the team

At the time I nodded quietly feeling my whole body scratch and screaming for peace

“I..I didn’t mean too” I whispered my voice cracked and croaked in reluctance. Dick- Richard..I didn’t have the right to address him so informally despite his encouragement to do so. He just nodded in understanding keeping one hand on my arm where the nanotechnology had been implanted

“Did..did I hurt them?” I whispered unsure if I even wanted the answer, would I just feel more sick if I found out I hurt them? Would they become more scared of me? Would they never talk to me even if to be fake friendly? Would I feel better knowing I only scared them? That I didn’t hurt them? Or would that make me feel worse? I didn’t know anymore, learning anything made me feel sicker and more disgusting as the days with her inside my body Increased

Richard just looked down at me and opened the door to the padded room “you didn’t hurt anyone, you know this is for safe measures” he spoke in what I’m sure he meant to be reassuring but really the words translated to ‘you didn’t hurt anyone this time, but we don’t trust you so we’re gonna lock you away like the ticking time bomb you are and maybe we just won’t let you out again’ I imagined his face twisting into a sick smile before hearing the door close and the 8 different locks behind it clicking together

He’d never say that..? Would he? Maybe it’s what he meant, maybe if it’s that was what he actually thinking in that moment maybe that’s why I was able to imagine him saying it so easily, everyone hates me, everyone wants me gone no one even wants me to be around

I curled my legs under my chest as my forehead touched the cushy floor as wet patches grew from the tears that leaked my eyes. Moonspeak echoed in my ears even though no one was in the room, enchantress has grown into the habit of talking to me inside of my own head. It took me a while before I could understand a single word she uttered, no one spoke in that language anymore, it was beyond dead, not even the batcomputer had it logged and that usually had everything.

I caught certain words like trying to catch specs of dirt in a glass of water that marinated outside

‘Weak..no..respect’ were all the words I caught before she became silent, I never know if she’s refering to me as weak or others, I don’t even know if she likes me as a host, if she didn’t she wouldn’t stay right? How do you make a demon mad enough to leave your body? Would that kill me? Would it—

Who was that? Why were the locks opening,no no no it’s only been 3 hours..I’d only learnt to tell the time here because Richard would knock on the door every 4 hours making sure everything was ok and I hadn’t succumbed to enchantresses will, despite the cameras in the room he could check. I think he feels these personal check ins being me comfort, they don’t, never would.

So who’s at the door? Why is it opening, it’s never opened before the 24 hour mark, they’ve come to kill me haven’t they..? Turned off the cameras and decided they didn’t want such a demon— Tim drake..?

My eyes widened and my back pressed future into the padding of the back wall denting it, pressing so hard I could feel the layers of concrete behind the padding..probably layered with explosives, enough to kill me and whatever lays inside my body

“Hey” his boyish voice spoke out as he shut the door behind him, his eyes glanced up at the monitoring camera no longer seeing a flashing red light which usually meant someone was actively watching the feed, no red light, no one watching, why was he here?

“I wanted to come check on you” he looked away from me directly, his domino mask doing little to tell me what he was actually feeling in this moment

I couldn’t bring myself to respond to him as I just curled my knees closer to my body almost scared to even move an inch incase I did something to hurt him. He’d always been the nicest, never showed even the slightest bit of fear near me, which was shocking in of itself, I didn’t know why he never showed me fear…

He often took the seat next to me at breakfast and dinners, he would slide into the seat beside me on the couch which was rare since I never wanted to be around the common areas in fear of making the others uncomfortable.

Most importantly he was always the only volunteer to have me in his small team when we would have missions, I never understood it. Why would someone like him who is technically just a human who has a few cool gadgets and moves not be fearing for his life around someone so unknown like me? So why did he always have to be next to me as if he is some kind of inhumane never dying all knowing person? He was a puzzle I was never able to figure out and I don’t even want to figure it out, I just want him to stop

“You shouldn’t be here.. it’s dangerous” my voice cracked at the last words feeling the prickle of pain crack into my heart piercing the fragile muscles inch by inch awaiting his words like the final dagger. He will probably agree, probably think I’m some compromise to his team, some likability, i agree, I know I am, I hate me, I hate that I thought things would change the moment I stepped into this tower. I put his family, his friends, his home in danger so of course he’ll hate me, of course he’d be the first to raise a knife to enchantresses heart to destroy her then kill me for even hosting the unmoving demon

“You’re not scary. You’re anything but scary” his voice broke through the tunneling thoughts like a dam break and all the water, hot boiling water crashed down onto my exposed body, feeling the shivering of my skin not fitting my body.

Not scary? How could I not be scary? How can I not be scary? Why would he think that, how?

“Infact I think you’re divine, you know, they tried to understand you, but how can they understand you if they don’t let you live? They did this crap to Jane and look where she is” he stepped closer whispering my name like a gods prayer that could be his true savior

I tried to crawl back into the wall behind me, wishing for once that I was left alone, I take back all my begging I did hourly to find someone who wasn’t afraid of me, because this? This feels worse than having them be scared of me.

“Please” he whispered my name once more “help me help you, let me in past your fears to help you rein control of your life again” he lifted his hand up, not high enough to touch any section of my burning body but instead enough to give me that decide to let him inside

His hand laid out right in front of me silently asking for mine to hold it back, but it was too much. “No…” I whispered wishing I could curl my body in on itself to give more space between the two of us

His face fell a minuscule amount before he smiled softly “it’s ok, I understand, I won’t rush you, but my offer will never leave the table” his words faded into the silence of the room as he turned to leave glancing over his shoulder in what looked like almost hope but I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t risk getting comfortable to someone only to lose control and have them be the first victim.. I couldn’t let what happened to June happen to me…

“You were chosen for a reason” his words as sharp as the sound of the door closing, as if he didn’t want to give me a chance to argue that he was wrong, there was no reason I’d been chosen for this stupid power, I didn’t want this, I never wanted this, I never wanted to be haunted by a demon who supposed herself to be godly, it sure didn’t feel godly to have everyone be so scared of me, waiting, always waiting for me to break to prove in a freak of nature who should be terminated

I laid back on the floor of the room counting the seconds while moonspeak played on repeat in my head ‘worship..ground…ruler’ were the only words I understood from her, all I wanted to ask her was why me, why did she have to pick me after June died, why did it she have to ruin my life by haunting my body, my life will never be the same, it will never recover.

I used to be such a normal girl..I used to be happy, graduated from Gotham academy. I had friends, now I get locked into a padded room anytime I even so much as lose control of who is inside of me—

“Actually no, I’m not giving up, I’m sorry, really I am but I’m not letting you wallow” the door reopened and Tim came pacing inside not even bothering to close the door, that opened door made enchantress sizzle in excitement, I felt my body convulse, I gasped for air as I leaned down to the ground nails piercing the ground as two dusty blackened hands curled themselves around my hands before turning them over and she came back

Enchantress was back in control. It was only tim in the room..no no no- she can’t hurt him, please. I cried inside my head but it did nothing to stop enchantress from raising her hand with all intent of harming Tim.

“Move! Move please!” I screamed inside my head but she didn’t give on her control over my body, I couldn’t speak. I knew no one should have ever thought I could be anything but a liability.

“Please” I begged before gasping in pain falling to the ground as enchantress fell back to my subconscious as I finally looked up to see the damage she caused while I wasn’t in control

“It’s ok” Tim whispered as his arms curled around my shivering body as my eyes flickered around confused seeing nothing hurt or out of place “I..I don’t understand” I whispered looking up to see Tim

“You did it, she gave into your request” he whispered against my temple. The words were blurred and uncomfortable…she gave in?

“But I don’t..” I shook my head trying to escape his grasp to which he loosened only slightly “it’s ok, it will take some time to get used to this but I’m not leaving you. I never have” he spoke softly looking at me as if I was some injured cat living in an alley scared I was going to bolt at any moment and he’d never see me again

“You never..?” I tilted my head shaking my head “but..I’ll hurt you” I whispered feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of hurting him and it being out of my willpower

there was a scene in season 2 where fiona kicked him out of the house (for dropping out of school). so when his struggle to stay at other people's houses fails, he goes to the house of the reader with whom he is not on very good terms. maybe their relationship can develop in a positive way during his stay.

Hi! Thank you very much for this request!! I hope it’s what you wanted. If not let me know and I can make amends to it <3

Lip Gallagher x reader ‘Last option’

Warnings- mentions of getting kicked out, frank; drugs, alcohol, smoking mostly for stress relief, I think that’s it

Summary - look at the request.

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He couldn’t stay at that house any longer. He refused to be some saving grace so that everyone else could slack off and hope he’d pull them out of the dumps. If staying with his family meant having to finish highschool and then having to try for some ‘high end’ collage and get a high paying job. Then he won’t stay, he can’t. He won’t

He tried staying with a few people, sleeping on their couches, then things got complicated with certain people he won’t exactly name. He ended up out front of a house he didn’t want to be at. This was a last case scenario for him; he didn’t want to come see them; he didn’t want them to know he was this desperate for somewhere to stay. Reluctantly he lifted a hand up and rapped on the door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

He turned to the side not wanting to be facing the door when it eventually opened. He knew she was home, he could see the light on upstairs and the cracked window for when she occasionally lit up to help her stress.

If asked how he knew all these little things about her, he’d refuse to answer point blank.

The creaky door opened like a groaning ghost as (name) stood on the inside wearing a distressed muscle tee and a pair of shorts that stopped a little higher than mid thigh. A lit cigarette lazily hung from the side of her lips

“Oh look who we have, Gallagher” her voice dragged out in amusement taking the cigarette from her lips flicking it between her thumb and forefinger removing the ash from the tip of the cigarette. She eyed the thrown bag over his shoulder and bags twice the size under his eyes

“If you’re gonna be an ass I’m leaving” he threw out an empty threat, he couldn’t leave, he has no one else he could ask. No one that wouldn’t take advantage of it at least.

“You homeless or something? Frank finally ripped you all off for good?” She cocked her head to the side taking another inhale of her cigarette before handing it too him purposefully blowing the smoke she inhaled back into his face

He coughed waving the smoke out of his face and begrudgingly taking a hit. He knew he deserved that; even if it would argue it sometimes “no, I um; I left that house, arguments and whatnot” he voiced keeping it vague but detailed enough that she wouldn’t ask many follow up questions. Not that she cared— or at least he thought so

“And what? You came to me? First or last” she smirked squinting her eyes at him “But kidding, god everyone knows I’d be last on your list, so you gotta be desperate desperate. Like frank looking for alcohol desperate huh?” She fucked around stepping closer to him “why the hell would I let you stay with me?”

Lip rolled his eyes “it would be temporary. I’d get a job soon enough, pay back for my time here” he tried to sweeten the deal, he had to make this work even if it meant being nice to her

(Name) rolled her eyes before moving to the side letting him inside “couch ain’t the best but it’s all I got” she closed the door after him gesturing to the couch before she handed him an ashtray for the bud of the cigarette he had that she’d given him

He pushed out the cigarette and put his bag down eyeing her. He didn’t quite understand why she let him inside so easily. Especially after their past history

“Look, in only doing this cause it would be extra pay for me, and I need the money to eventually move out of the south side you know” she sat down on the ground by the couch

He nodded to her explanation. It made sense of course, anyone their age would be doing anything to try and get out of the south side as soon as possible. He would too…on any other occasion “thanks I guess”

“So whyd you drop?” She lolled her head up to look at him almost lazily like she didn’t care that much but enough to ask

“Fiona wanted me to finish highschool and then get into some goody goody collage and fund them all” he answered, seeing as she told him honestly why she was letting him stay, he might as well be honest back

She furrowed her eyebrows at him in almost disagreement but didn’t say anything figuring that it wasn’t her place to say anything against it quite yet.

“Anyway I gotta head off in 20 minutes, I got a second job to get too, dont make a mess; don’t invite people over without telling me, eat whatever there’s some stuff soon to expire so eat that first. I’ll be back at like 4am so yeah..don’t wait up” she got up walking to the hallway to grab some things

He half heartedly listened to her words. It was usual and expected rules so he wasn’t surprised. He didn’t say goodbye when she left and he’d probably be asleep when she came back so maybe they won’t cross paths too often.

About a week past of this kinda routine, most days she’d be working. Lip learned that she worked at a bar and some low running diner he started going too cause she’d give him some food that would be thrown out anyway, not that they would speak much during those moments anyway, they weren’t friends. That’s what he’d keep saying.

The routines were in place by day two, (name) was always awake first to make it in time for her diner job, then she’d wake lip up by throwing whatever was soft and in throwing distance of her passing the couch and heading into the kitchen to make a coffee. He’d pour the cereal while she brushed her teeth. They usually ate in silence but every now and again talk was exchanged but it never really lasted long before (name) had to leave grabbing her keys and heading out the door

Lip would stay in, looking at jobs on her laptop that she graciously let him use, he’d take a nap by the time (name) got back from her first job. Around then she’d usually drop a small take out bag on his chest from the diner and she’d shower again before getting ready for her second job. She didn’t have to work both in one day every single day but most times she’d pick up shifts so she could get money quicker. By the fourth day lip found himself staying up later and later almost like he was waiting for her to come home safely after he heard about some of the sleazy men who hung around the bar and things they’d say; but (name) never let it get far enough; she’s southside of course she can handle herself.

Eventually (name) had enough getting out of her room walking downstairs into the living/kitchen area of the run down house and threw a pillow at lips face while he was sleeping

His face scrunched as a hand came to his face pushing the pillow off as he murmured curses immediately mumbling one of his brothers names “fuck off carl” until he saw (names) face starring down at him angrily

“Wake up, right now” she voiced waiting for him to sit up. He pulled himself up going to speak before she interrupted anyway

“No you’ll let me speak, you’re a fucking idiot for dropping out of school, for leaving your family, doing any of this, you’re fucking up your life! Don’t be smart for anyone else but yourself, you have talents and I might have been a bitch to you every now and again but sitting here willingly ruining your life for what? Cause you don’t want your family to leach off you? You don’t want to have all this responsibility?!” (Name) spat getting more and more worked up as every word spilled from her lips

Lip took every word she spat getting annoyed from her ‘high and mighty’ attitude “but I don’t want too! Why should I do something I don’t want to do?!” He yelled back

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you’re being an idiot, screwing your life. You wanna end up like Frank? Nothing to prove for your life cause you’re being stubborn?” (Name spat gathering up his things throwing them into his bag while he tried to stop her

“Hey! Hey fucking— what the fuck are you doing” he spoke turning from angry to just plain confused and annoyed

“You are going back to Fiona, you’re not staying here, because if there was one thing I know, is that you’re smart, don’t fucking waste!” (Name) threw his bag at her door. One upside to not technically being friends. You can’t care about hurting someone’s feelings if you don’t care about how they see you

He shook his head in disbelief “fine. I’m going fuck you” he pushed past her grabbing his bag slamming the door shut behind him.

(Name) hadn’t heard much from lip since she kicked him back out, she drew on some spare paper while the diner was on a low twirling the pen occasionally. She couldn’t help but miss his presence when she kicked him out. Sure they weren’t ever friends or anything. They sometimes got into an argument but it never meant anything until the day he came to her needing to stay

She never really had any family; so it was a change of pace getting up and seeing him downstairs either sleeping on eating whatever dry cereal was left in my cupboards. Stuck in thought (name) didn’t hear the bell of the door opening, nor did she pay much attention to a chair at the bar table up the front of the diner getting pulled out for someone to sit down until a voice spoke up

“Thanks” lip spoke when (name) looked up at him. It had been 2 months and now he was here to say thank you

“I don’t know why you’re saying that to me” (name) picked up her lips in confusion while she pushed herself off the bench space and grabbed a muffin from the cloche with a napkin and pushed it over to him without much thought on what kind of muffin it was, he’d eat pretty much anything

He accepted the muffin putting it to the side “for yelling at me, usually I wouldn’t say these things but, I guess I would want to make things right? I don’t know, I don’t even know why I am…again, like that night” he huffed a laugh looking away for a moment

“You don’t gotta, long as you don’t end up a bum who searches for me in the future and steals my money for drugs.” (name) smiled..actually smiled and lip liked it…he wished it could have happened a bit more often, but he’s leaving for collage and she’s probably not staying around long enough for him to get out of the first semester.

Warnings - talks about ocd, not exact it’s more so based off my experiences so if you don’t relate, that’s ok everyone is different. Skin picking, comparing.

Summary - how can you fit in somewhere when your bones don’t even fit your skin?

If you see any spelling mistakes, no you didn’t <3, this was written for me and for a way to try and help me out of a spiral, so it might feel a bit all over the place. 

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I don’t know who I am anymore. I look in the mirror and I hate what looks back at me. Why do I look like that? Why do I act like this? Why am I so mean to people who only ever want to be nice to be? Why don’t I care?

they all hate you, they all wish you were dead, so do them a favor and die, leave forever. No one wants you here, not when they are here

I stared at the girls practicing on the mat, they fit in so well. This world bent at their will. Not a hair out of place, no worries that the gi will move and everything will slip out, makeup perfect, kind and caring boyfriends. Boyfriends who wanted them first, boyfriends who chase for them. Not the other way around.

I bet they didn’t have to wake up 17 times a night to make sure doors were locked shut. I bet they didn’t think that if they closed their eyes everyone they loved would die. I guarantee none of them peeled at their skin. Peeling each bit of skin off until red poured out of the cuts that’s multiplied by the second. Cuts that’s went unnoticed most times until their nails dug into the raw flesh. A wave of stinging pain glinted in their eyes as they begged to be normal, begged to just be a normal girl—

“Baby? Why are you sitting here all alone towards the back” the boyish smile of Eli pulled me out of the drowning thoughts like a life jacket. His eyes starring right into mine like all he cared about was me. Why? Why me? His fingers traced the ribbed gi material waiting for me to speak. I didn’t want to speak. I don’t want hearing my thoughts. Hearing the thoughts that haunted my soul and tried to drown me at nights that he didn’t occupy my bed. He was my only safety.

“Oh..sorry, I, I guess I’m just tired” I smiled pushing my tongue against my top teeth trying to smile but from an outside perspective it wouldn’t look anything like a smile, it would just look like some idiot who couldn’t be normal, an idiotic girl who knew her bones didn’t fit inside her skin.

By the look that zeroed into his eyes? Yeah he knew I was lying. He knew because he knew my habits. The blood that seeped onto my fingers from the open cuts along the nail beds, the scratches along my Décolletage that screamed raw red and the fallen bits of my hair that strewn across the shoulders of the gi I wore. I looked away once I realized he knew what was really going on trying and hoping it didn’t seem so bad

“Hey sensei (name) and I are gonna step outside for some water” Eli spent no time waiting for a response from any of the senseis before pulling me by the fingers in the most gentle way a Mohawked teen with a hawk tattooed on his back could. He always seemed to be able to go so soft if it meant I could breath around him

“Is this a ‘me take a sip first to prove it’s not contaminated’ or a ‘don’t take a sip you’ll make it contaminated’ day? baby” his words spoken so carefully it was like he must practice them.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried to breath but it just couldn’t work, none of the air reached my lungs and instead it looked like I was just trying to dry heave, I wasn’t. If I just got some air…I’d be normal.. he would think I’m normal…I’m not..I can’t be

“Baby” his hand touched the cheek of my face redirecting my eyes to his so I could focus on the small flecks in his eyes that always twinkled in such a gentle way. A way that would make holographic glitter jealous. His single wlrd soft yet firm enough to push out any thoughts that dared defy him caring about me. “I need you” he whispered throwing out a lifebuoy to me in hopes of reining me back in. It worked most days. Today being one of those days. Thank god

“I can drink” I murmured not trusting any words to be louder than a wind blow incase the words that came out matched the ones that screamed inside my head that begged to be heard by him.

I took the clear plastic bottle from his hands that never actually left the bottle, they stayed lingering on the base of the bottle incase everything got too heavy “we can go, sensei would understand— well sensei LaRusso would, and we can go to my place, do anything you wanna do” his voice dropping softly back into Eli..not hawk..but Eli, the Eli I fell inlove with before Hawk was born.

I swallowed a chunk of the water until it felt like my throat closed up when I the thought of bugs being inside the water infiltrated my brain out of nowhere and I felt the urge to throw everything up.

I dropped the bottle spitting out every ounce of that water not even attempting to squish the thought away before it could materialize.

“Oh— oh baby I’m so sorry” I shook my head feeling every muscle in my body tense when I saw the water splash onto his material shoes. I felt the tears well in my eyes despite every inch of me that screamed not to cry.

“I don’t care- wait no sorry wrong choice of words, I’m ok, we’re ok, you’re more important to me” he quickly corrected himself pulling my frame into an embrace so warm it burnt all the obsessions out of my brain temporarily.

His finger traced my jaw as he pressed a small tender peck to the corner of my lip “sit here..I’ll tell sensei that we’re gonna go early” his voice barely above a whisper as he went to move away not before looking over his shoulder every second that past that he was gone. That leaned how much he cared. How my Eli was still very much alive inside of him.. how I didn’t lose him.

“Uh sensei..?” Eli’s voice broke through the words Daniel LaRusso was saying as he was going through basic training. Heading the slight tense in hawks voice Daniel hummed looking over at him “yes hawk?” He put his hand out to the other myigai do’s to pause their movements

“(Name) is having a um- moment, I’m need to take her home” he half whispered not wanting to air out all of (names) dirty laundry to the others, but everyone else knew (name) had ocd, everyone knew that she struggled with many things

Daniel nodded immediately waving his hand “take her home; don’t worry, anything either of you need to know by the end of training Miguel can text to you” he spoke already ushering hawk back towards the front of the outside dojo knowing how time sensitive (name)s ‘moments’ were and how it was important to try and help her from spiraling.

Hawk nodded smiling before almost jumping as he pretty much ran back to where he left (name) for the moment “come on baby!-sorry did you need lowered talking?” He spoke putting his fingers around my elbows from behind guiding me towards the gate of myigai do

Usually having to answer all these questions about what I needed or what I preferred would increase the exhaustion I felt but it was different with him, for me it just showed how he wanted to learn, the more he would ask at the beginnings would mean the less he has to guess later on when he asked me out

“I love you” I murmured trying to focus on him and not the thoughts that lingered under my skin and he smiled “no fair, I love you more” he whispered kisses down my cheek

Warnings - slight mentions of cuts and bruises but that’s typical for a cobra Kai fic no?

If you see any grammar mistakes no you don’t <3

This is my third attempt writing for him, first public attempt. I’m still trying to get his character in writing down, so feedback is welcome.

Summary- he always had one person who he’d go too, only this time there was one tiny issue

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But what if I told you I wanna update my muse list again!? For the third time!? Crazy I know.

Anyway cobra Kai, I just binged it after wanting to watch it forever I just couldn’t.

So if I said I’ll write for the following characters would yall yay or nay?

-Hawk

-Miguel

-Robby

-Tory

And others but ^ would be more of who I’d be comfortable doing.

And if I said I have an Eli fanfic in my drafts that I wrote because I’m struggling with possibility ocd but it’s my way of coping with the situation.

So tell me yay or nay?

Matchups are something like this!

Hi thank you so much. I unfortunately think I will not be doing those kind of works. It doesn’t seem like something I’d be very interested in sorry. Though I would be happy to do more personalized writing if people prefer instead of leaving the reader very vague.

The following characters can now be requested, and others from those series can be asked for like I stated in my previous muse list.

Though the ones listed are the ones I’m most comfortable with, but I can do more than them if asked politely.

You can request for any of these or any of the people on my old muse list which is the second post on my account.

Feel free to request for romantic or platonic: for the ones who have ‘platonic’ before the name are only allowed to be requested in platonic terms.

I DO NOT WRITE ANY FORM OF SMUT! This is not the page for you if you want smut of any of these characters!!!

Love you all <3

Peaky blinders

Thomas Shelby

Shameless

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Platonic Mickey Milkovich

Dc/batfamily (happy to do other dc characters too just ask)

Tim drake

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Platonic Damian Wayne

Platonic Bruce Wayne

Mcu

Peter Parker

Bucky barns

Sam Wilson

Platonic Tony stark

Johnny storm

Kurt Wagner

Logan howlet

Remy lebeau

Bob Reynolds

Happy Gilmore

Wayne gilmore

Bobby Gilmore

Gordie Gilmore

Terry Gilmore

Villains of valley view

Colby madden

911

Evan ‘buck’ Buckley

Marauders

Sirius black

James potter

Remus lupin

Summary- Shoyo never remembers his sunscreen, maybe it’s cause he’s too excited to go hang out with his volleyball friends or maybe he just likes when you sit him down and apply it for him

Warnings- mentions of skin cancer but none of the characters have it. Plus it’s only two lines of dialogue that mention it. Not spell checked cause I couldn’t be bothered if I’m honest

If you see spelling mistakes no you don’t <3

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He was almost out of the house, he swears it. His bag was packed, filled to the brim with water, food, spare set of clothes, towel, hat, sunglasses, sandals, a mini fan you bought him 6 weeks ago that he cherishes, not because he needed it but because you got it from him just cause.

He was so close to opening the door so he could race down to the local beach to play some volleyball with a group of people he met a week ago at a semi formal beach volleyball competition. Until his name was called out sternly from the upstairs bathroom, you called him..

Any other day he would fall to his knees in happiness if you wanting to spend more time with him, or even coming to the beach with him despite your usual discomfort at the beach. Though he knew otherwise, he knew exactly why you called him

Sunscreen

You being his amazingly gorgeous Australian fiance were always very very strict on sunscreen. Lecturing him about the dangers of sun cancer, how to find and locate suspicious spots on your skin and when and why they should either be watched or checked out by a professional.

But then we have him? Who happens to forget to wear sunscreen and regularly gets burned from the amount of time he spends out in the sun day in day out. He knows it’s wrong, he knows sunscreen is super super effective and important and it shouldn’t be something he should forget but he’s just so excited to go play with his new friends and maybe make some more friends at the beach that he just happened to forgot.

So he dropped his bag nudging it to the side of the hall before trudging his way up the stairs already trying to think of a way to sheepishly apologize but before he could get a word out he was face to face with you, holding a large bottle of sunscreen looking at him unamused as you motioned him to sit on the edge of the bathtub

You kneeled infront of him as you rubbed the sunscreen into his legs getting into every nook and cranny of his legs and knees making sure it was very saturated with the sunblock “everytime sunny, every single time” you muttered lifting his shirt not even sparing a glance at his very glorious refinement (ok maybe that’s a lie, you did spare many glances and he left them unsaid almost as an apology for not putting sunscreen on in the first place) as you rubbed the sunscreen into his chest

“Gotta book an appointment with that clinic, this spot isn’t so concerning but I would feel better if it was checked ok?” You spoke glancing up at him occasionally as you rubbed in the sunblock throughout his whole body while he nodded

“Got it. Book an appointment, you got it sweet cheeks” he scrunched his nose kissing your nose back, then your eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, chin, lips and forehead before attempting to make quick work at leaving after you washed your hands before you called him again and he stopped in his tracks

“Take this one and reapply in four hours, sooner if you go in the water please” you spoke for the millionth time, to others this might have seemed babyish, having to remind your fiance to do this, but for you? It was your way of showing that you loved and cared for him, wanting him to be safe. Oh and to avoid having to cut up another aloe Vera plant cause he got burned again

Summary- reader is disabled, not labeled, mainly just characterized as chronic pain. Very very self indulgent on to my own situations but dialed down to still be applicable. Tim drake would do anything to try and make everyday for you better

Warnings- not many that I know of? Mentions of chronic pain but that’s been highlighted in the summary

If you see anything spelling mistakes, no you didn’t <3

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I closed my eyes digging my head into the push cushioning of the pillow covered by a sheet Tim bought on a whim because I said something about being too cold during nights but the usual sheets we had for winters were too scratchy on my body.

I wanted to slam my head repeatedly into a concrete wall praying to whoever would listen to take away the sharp pain above my right eyebrow. The stupid tension heading with no rhythm or reason

Two skittish fingers traced my bare thigh along the surgical scarring from the numerous surgeries I’ve had trying to fix the chronic pain I’ve suffered through for more than half of my life

“Birdie talk to me” he whispered so softly the wind would be louder if the window obeyed it too. Though even that was too loud, too bright, too much for this morning. I drew my arms in to me, hoping and praying that it would stop, that all this pain would stop.

There wasn’t even a good reason for this pain to be so bad, I’d just woken up. I didn’t do a stupid marathon. “It hurts” I murmured into the pillow, it swallowed most of the sound that left my lips but I didn’t try and speak them any louder, tim would know, he always knows

“Heat? Ice? Pain meds? Massage?” He listed off a few ‘solutions’ to the pain while whispering kisses along my back in hopes of taking my mind off the pain for even two seconds

I shook my head “nothing..nothing works when my blood feels as if it’s been replaced by concrete and tar mixed into one hellish punishment” I murmured allowing him to pull me into his freakishly warm embrace. He was always somehow warm, even in the cold months, while I remain as cold as mister freeze in subzero temperature despite feeling disgustingly hot that I couldn’t breath most days

His nose buckled around my ear settling crevice atop my ear his breath ticking the wispy hair that never obeyed laws of hair “name whatever and I’ll do it” he whispered my name ditching the artfully awful nickname he usually used to decorate his sentences thrown towards me without a hint of acknowledgment on his behalf.

“Stay” I whispered hoping that by some unknown miracle maybe his presence was enough “I just want to ignore everything in this world for a bit longer” I murmured into his neck despite knowing he’d never agree to me ‘ignoring the world’ eventually he’ll get up and try to find a new situational thing that could somehow temporarily stop the pain.

Maybe he’ll try homemade bath salts and lavender oil again saying that it will work this time. Or maybe he was reading through old papers Thomas Wayne wrote back when he was alive that spoke of something similar to what I have. Hell maybe he’s finally given up… but part of me wishes he’ll never stop despite how annoyed I seemed during certain moments having to entertain his thinking while i writhed in pain.

I know deep down this is how he shows love. This is how he communicates how deeply someone means to him, how he’ll never stop and give up when he could be helping them.

Summary - he always had a routine. That routine never strayed until he started changing it slightly to fit you into it better

Warnings- mentions of imperfections, not detailed. No details about reader mentioned, very vague. Not edited in the slightest, I was bored and nothing was entertaining me so I wrote this. Kinda rambley

Requested by @obscurecryptid3 (I’m so so so sorry it took me so long I lowkey forgot about it and then got very busy and now it’s finally done so sorry again)

Summary - she’s just moved to Gotham, moved into this run down shitty apartment complex that had rent set at $150 a month, which made up for the rat problem, bug problem, health problems that come with the apartment, but it was home. Only thing is, with her disability she couldn’t really move the boxes up 4 flights of stairs and still get everything done before nightfall, until she met this guy with a gruff outing but a complex inside. Just maybe she turns into his reflection

Warnings- mentions of his death and rebirth, mentions of a unnamed disability, mainly more of a chronic pain disability