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Gran Turismo (2023) dir. Neill Blomkamp
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Okay but this is honestly impressive!!! Y'all listen to this-
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Close Call
Title: Close Call
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell Reader and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter Reader
Warning’s: bad description of flying, near death experience, blood, ptsd, language.
Summary: When a training exercise goes wrong leaving Y/N injured some not so great memories are resurfaced for her father and boyfriend.
Y/N’s call sign is “Rebel”
Authors Note: Some of the terms and information may not be accurate. I am not a pilot so I don’t know how everything works, I used Google to help write this. I hope you all enjoy this and there will be more of these types of one shots to come. Please make Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick requests!!!! I am really into both movies right now and have lots of motivation to write for them!!!
Flying is the most accelerating feeling for any pilot, having complete control over something so much bigger than themselves. The adrenaline rush is what every pilot craves.
But no one craves that rush more than Y/N Mitchell, she was known for her risky moves and confident tone. Definitely taking after her father Captain Pete Mitchell while her fathers call sign was Maverick which was self explanatory Y/N quickly followed in her fathers footsteps with the call sign Rebel.
Y/N quickly made a name for herself in the Navy showing people that she was more than just Mavericks daughter, one of the youngest pilots in history to graduate at the top of her class from Top Gun and the youngest Navy Fighter Pilot to get promoted to Lieutenant. It’s safe to say that Maverick was extremely proud of his daughter and so was her boyfriend.
Bradley Bradshaw, call sign Rooster with the strained relationship that her father and Rooster had because of Maverick pulling his papers to the academy it was a little rocky when they took the step and got together but both men knew that they would always have something in common and that was their love for Y/N Mitchell.
Being called back to Top Gun was a great experience and something that Y/N was a little nervous about, Rooster and her father were civil but it was obvious that their relationship was still very much strained and when she found out that he was going to be their instructor she was worried.
“Please tell me you’ll at least try to get along with my dad.” Y/N told Rooster one night as they laid in their shared bed, Y/N laying on Roosters bare chest as he rubbed circles up and down her back
Rooster sighed softly tilting his head to plant a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling the coconut scent that was her shampoo.
“I’ll try, only for you.” Rooster said and Y/N nodded taking what she could get tilting her head to place a kiss on his chest
“That’s all I ask. We better get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.” Y/N said and Rooster nodded
Tomorrow they were doing their first practice for the course they would be flying on their mission, Y/N helped her dad study the rough terrain they would have to navigate so he could build a accurate course to follow on the computer.
“I love you sugar.” Rooster said as he tightened his grip around her waist
“I love you too.” Y/N smiled leaning up to give him a goodnight kiss
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Something had been bugging Y/N all morning as she got ready for her test flight, she had a bad feeling in the bottom of her gut. Like something was going to go wrong.
She had just gotten dressed in her flight gear and was standing at her locker looking at the pictures taped to the door. One had her dad and goose together she always loved hearing all the stories about those two.
There was another that had her, her dad, Rooster, Goose, and Carole they were all sitting together on a couch Goose was holding 4 year old Bradley with his arm around Carole and a big smile on his face and Maverick had 1 year old Y/N in his arms kissing her cheek as Y/N had a wide smile on her face showcasing her 2 front teeth. Y/N and Bradley were holding hands in that picture it was like they were meant to be.
There was another picture of Y/N and Maverick from her Top Gun graduation Y/N had jumped into her fathers arms wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his neck as Maverick smiled and squeezed her waist tightly holding her up, they both had wide smiles on their faces.
The last picture was of Y/N and Bradley, she smiled as she ran her finger across it Y/N was being held bridal style in Bradley’s arms she was leaning back with a wide smile both arms stretched back and Bradley was looking down at her with bright eyes it looked like he was in the middle of a laugh.
Y/N shook her head and closed her locker, she needed to have a clear head. But no matter how much she tried she couldn’t shake the bad feeling. Y/N walked out of the locker room and out onto the runway.
“Hey, you ready?” Y/N’s RIO Ashton Burton call sign Ash asked as he walked up beside her.
“Born ready, I just wish our wingman wasn’t Hangman.” Y/N told him and Ash nodded in agreement
“Me too, but with you flying we’ll be just fine.” Ash said patting her shoulder before jogging ahead
“Y/N!” She heard behind her and turned around to see Bradly jogging towards her making her smile
“Hey.” Y/N smiled as he stopped in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“Just wanted to wish you good luck. Watch your back out there.” Rooster said, it was no secret that he wasn’t Hangman’s biggest fan and with him being the one who is suppose to have Y/N’s back it made him worried
“I’ll be fine babe. I’ll see you after.” Y/N said reaching up to curl the ends of his mustache making him smile
“I love you.” Rooster said kissing the tip of her finger before bringing a hand up to her face, pulling them together letting their lips meet in a short but passionate kiss
“I love you too.” Y/N smiled before turning to walk away glancing over her shoulder to see Rooster still standing there with a small smile on his face as he put his sunglasses on
Y/N walked over to her plane and put her helmet on making sure it was secure before putting her aviators on that once belonged to her dad that he gave her as a gift when she graduated from Top Gun.
“Y/N, you read me?” Mavericks voice asked over the radio, he would be flying alongside them so he could supervise better and see what each pilot needed to work on
“Loud and clear dad.” Y/N answered
“Be safe and remember.” Maverick said before Y/N interrupted
“Don’t think just do.” Y/N finished his catch phrase
“That’s right. Hangman get ready for take off.” Maverick said as Y/N got into the plane and buckled in making sure that everything was in working order, which it was
“You feeling good?” Y/N asked Ash
“Feeling great, let’s do this.” Ash said as Y/N reached her hand back and they fist bumped like they always did before every flight
“Hangman ready for take off. Try and keep up Rebel.” Hangman teased over the radio
“I’ll do my best hangman.” Y/N replied sarcastically
“Hangman you are a go for take off.” Maverick said and Hangman immediately took off in front of Y/N. “Rebel, Ash. You are a go for take off.”
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand.” Y/N whooped before taking off souring into the sky. “Sure is a pretty day today, you enjoying the view Hangman?”
“I’m loving the view Rebel, how about you. My tail shiny enough for you?” Hangman asked
“It could use a little work.” Y/N said rolling her eyes
“Hangman you are approaching the check point, remember you must reach the target in 2:15. Rebel, Ash you’re right behind him.” Maverick spoke over comms
“Copy Maverick.” Hangman said before speeding up and passing the check point
“Here we go.” Y/N said before also speeding up, the force sending her back into her seat as she mimicked each move Hangman did.
She noticed that Hangman was going way faster than they were suppose to making Y/N struggle to keep control of the plane as she sped up to try to keep up with him.
“Hangman you’ve got to slow down. You’re going way too fast!” Y/N said over the comms
“What’s wrong Rebel? Can’t keep up?” Hangman asked
“I can keep up just fine jackass! But for this mission it is about more than just speed we have to hit each curve perfectly or we die. You’re going way faster than necessary.” Y/N said as she followed Hangman around a curve, suddenly the jet jerked causing Y/N’s eyes to widen as she tried to control it. “Fuck we flew right into Hangman’s jet wash.”
“Rebel talk to me what’s happening?” Maverick asked over the comms
“We’re caught up in the turbulence. It stalled one of the engines, we lost the left engine.” Y/N said as she extinguished the left engine leaving them with only the right as she tried to gain control of the plane.
“Right engine is down too.” Ash exclaimed making Y/N curse
“Fuck! Extinguishing the engine.” Y/N said putting the fire out and trying to restart the engine. “Both engines are out! We’ve lost both engines!”
“Rebel you’ve got to get the plane under control!” Ash said
“I’m trying damn it!” Y/N exclaimed as she jerked the joy stick, the plane started spinning out of control towards the ground. “Shit I can’t, we’re spinning out I can’t get control!”
“Eject now! You can’t save the plane! Y/N eject!” Maverick exclaimed over the comms as he tried to clear his own head, memories of the day Goose died seeping into his mind
“Eject!” Y/N exclaimed as she tried to reach for her ejection cord but the G-Force was pinning her to the seat. “I can’t reach it!”
“I’ve got it! Ejecting now!” Ash said reaching up and grabbing the ejection cord
Y/N jerked back as she was shot out of her seat as she was thrown backwards smacking her helmet into the canopy. As her parachute deployed she hung limply as she floated down to the ground.
“Rebel! Mayday mayday! Rebel is down! Rebel is down!” Ash said as he landed a few yards away immediately detaching his chute and rushing over to Y/N dropping to his knees beside her
“Talk to me Ash!” Maverick exclaimed trying to find a safe place to land
“Her helmet is shattered I think she hit her head on the canopy there’s a deep gash on her head she’s bleeding really bad.” Ash said as he put pressure on her head
“Main this is Maverick, we need a medical evach now!” Maverick said. “I’m landing.”
“Negative Maverick report back to base.”
“That’s my kid!” Maverick exclaimed
“There’s nothing you can do for her right now, report back to base immediately!”
Maverick cursed before turning around and flying back.
“Don’t let her die Goose. Please she’s all I have.” Maverick mumbled
“Rebel! Stay with me, open your eyes!” Ash said tapping the side of Y/N’s face. “Helps coming.”
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Bradley had never ran somewhere so fast, when he heard about Y/N’s accident he immediately ran out to his car and drove as fast as he could to the hospital she was transported to.
Still in his gear Bradley ran through the hallways of the hospital dodging patients and staff with only one thing on his mind.
Seeing the love of his life.
“Bradley.” Maverick said spotting the kid he watched grow up and love his daughter
“How is she?” Rooster asked coming to a stop in front of him
“She just got here they won’t tell me anything yet.” Maverick sighed frustrated
“What the hell happened?” Rooster asked
“They got stuck in Hangman’s jet wash it killed both engines and caused a spin out.” Maverick said pausing
“Exactly what happened to you and my dad?” Rooster asked seeing Mavericks face
“Yeah. Ash said she hit her head on the canopy luckily her helmet took most of the impact.” Maverick said blinking his tears back
“Where is Ash?” Rooster asked clearing his throat as he could feel it starting to close up
“They are keeping him overnight for observation he’s getting checked out now.” Maverick said
“Family of Y/N Mitchell.” A doctor said coming down the hallway
“I’m her dad this is her boyfriend. How is she?” Maverick asked
“Very lucky. Just a few inches to the right and the blow to her head would have been fatal, she has a severe concussion and whiplash but other than that just cuts and bruises. I want to keep her for a few days to watch her concussion and after some physical therapy she should be back in a plane.” The doctor said making both men let out sighs of relief
“Can we see her?” Rooster asked, needing to see with his own eyes that she was ok
“Absolutely, right this way.” The doctor said gesturing for them to follow him
Maverick and Rooster stopped at the doorway of Y/N’s room, there she laid hooked up to a bunch of wires. She was in a hospital gown that showed the bruises and cuts on her arms and chest, she had a gash on her forehead that had been stitched along with a few bruises.
“You go on in I’m going to call and let everyone know she’s ok.” Maverick said and Rooster nodded walking over to her bedside, he pulled a chair over and sat down beside her.
Bradley grabbed her hand gently and brought it to his lips kissing it in relief, he couldn’t imagine losing her.
“I love you so much. I’m so glad your ok.” Bradley said gently stroking her face
It had been a few minutes and now Rooster was just sitting there stroking her cheek mindlessly, not even feeling as Y/N’s eyes fluttered open.
“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Y/N mumbled with a smirk, Bradley chuckled remembering how his mom use to say that was her catch phrase that would keep his dad in line. Y/N loved it and has used it ever since.
“Show me the way honey.” Bradley smiled in response, copying his fathers response.
“Hi.” Y/N smiled
“Hi. How are you feeling?” Rooster asked
“Like I got hit by a plane. How’s Ash?” Y/N asked
“He’s fine, was really worried about you. They called his wife she’s on her way.” Rooster said and Y/N nodded
“Where’s dad?” Y/N asked looking around
“He’ll be right back, he called to let everyone know you are ok.” Rooster said as Y/N groaned
“My head hurts.” Y/N whined
“You’ve got a concussion. The doctor said you were really lucky.” Rooster said kissing her forehead
“I am Mavericks daughter.” Y/N smiled knowing that he was basically invincible, or at least that’s what all the admirals thought
“That you are. I love you so much.” Rooster said
“I love you too.” Y/N smiled
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I have this headcanon that for a while after HTTYD1, when Hiccup and Astrid have first started dating, and it’s all very nervous and giggly and tentative and your run-of-the-mill early teens figuring out this whole ‘dating’ thing, that Stoick is very very scared that it is all going to fall apart. He’s worried that Astrid is just into Hiccup because he’s now a hero, and that eventually the glamour is going to fade, and that his dorky little son and this tough very-Viking girl are going to realize that they are too different, and it will all crash and burn and Thor above, he does not have the slightest clue how he is supposed to comfort a heartbroken 15 year old boy whose first girlfriend just dumped him.
Stoick already likes Astrid very much, and he’s hoping and praying to every god there is that it works out, but he’s also pretty much convinced that this relationship is living on borrowed time.
Then Snoggletog rolls around, and he’s looking around at his entire village on fire, holes blown in the roofs of houses, and a small heard of baby Gronkles are waddling around the town square. And when he asks who is responsible for this madness, he’s expecting Hiccup to pop out of the wreckage and give him that sheepish smile, or for the twins to step forward and cackle with mad pride.
Instead, the other teens push forward a wide-eyed Astrid Hofferson, who gulps and whispers, “…the eggs explode.”
And Stoick looks around at the chaos, the destruction, all the damage that came out of such good intentions….
and bursts into laughter, because good gods, this girl is going to be his daughter-in-law someday, he just knows it.
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And if I could change your mind… I can change his, too.
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Father Troubles (prompt #55)
This made me UwU so it typed it up 😁 @httyd-fic-prompts
Pain. That was all that was creeping over Snotlouts bruised skin like a nightmare igniting it’s flame. He groaned as yet another kick was delivered into his gut, winding him.
His attacker leered over him, marred face pulled into a ferocious scowl, teeth bared as he hollered down onto his quarry.
“How dare yae lose another race boy! You’re a disgrace to the Jorgenson name!” Spitelout yanked up his frightened son by the collar and shook him roughly, murky green eyes piercing into Snotlouts own. “Step up or that beasts’ head will go on a spike!”
“D-dad,” Snotlout croaked, daring to try and reason with with his father’s fury. “I-argh!” Snotlout yelped as a fist was thrown forcefully into his cheek and he tumbled backwards against the wall. He barely had time to register what happened before he was seized around the neck and smashed into any unfortunate peice of furniture within range.
Amongst the ruckus of the fight, the pleading screams of Snotlouts mother were but an irritable background noise as she cowered behind the wall that structured the hut. For Snotlout, all he could hear was various crashing sounds as he was dragged from here to there, pain spiking in each area that bared the brunt of the blow.
He felt the floor vanish for a split second as he was thrown into the corner, pitifully flailing his arms in a last attempt to defend himself - only they were grabbed and twisted horribly behind his back, a sudden explosion of pain searing down his left forearm as he heard a sickening pop and crack.
His dislocated arm hung limp when suddenly an overpowering whining suddenly overcame Snotlouts ears as everything began to fade out, vision blurring. A bright burst of light struck his dilated pupils as he collided into the stout oak doorway of his home, tumbling down the stairs and slumping out in the middle of the road.
Villagers stared as they passed, the odd person even stopping to watch as Spitelout loomed in the doorway, eyes locked onto his son like predator to prey. Snotlouts eyes fluttered open as his consciousness returned, baby blues wide with fear as he sat himself up and tried uselessly to crawl back with his only good arm.
The scarred leader of the Jorgenson clan descended down the stairs, arm reaching back to seize his son once again. Snotlout screwed his eyes shut and curled into a protective ball, preparing to face the next bought of pain.
Yet it never came.
He warily opened his eyes to see Hiccup, arm wrapped firmly around his father’s wrist and shoving him backwards. His stance was firm and rigid
He was pissed.
His emerald green eyes were glazed with anger as he spoke with the sharpness of a knife blade. “What is going on here!” Hiccup barked, fists clenched. Spitelout seemed to stiffen, but then smirk at the idea of another challenge. He stepped forward, slowly and forcefully - a threat.
“I am educating my son on the rights and wrongs of what it is to be a Jorgenson, boy. And you’re interfereing. Move.” His voice was fierce and cold.
But Hiccup stood firm, acting as a shield for his friend. A crowd had begun to gather, each of the villagers talking quietly to themselves. What would happen next?
“Spitelout this is abuse. I will not allow it to continue.” At this, Snotlout felt the slightest bit of relief despite the singing pain that knawed at him. He was not only aware of Hiccups defence, but Toothless, standing back growling subtly, watching and ready if there was a fight. And Spitelout was refusing to back down.
“This is my family business Haddock, not yours. Don’t make me get ugly.”
“A bit late for that,” Hiccup retorted. A surprisingly strong rage had grown in him as the events had unfolded. He had only been in town purchasing some bread when he noticed his fellow dragon rider come tumbling into the street, looking thouroughly terrified. Hiccup had been aware that Snotlouts father was no stranger to bossing his son around, but this had gone too far. He knee a fight with Spitelout wouldn’t work. The man was a brute. Just then Spitelout cracked his knuckles.
“How dare yae. I’ll smash the pair of your skulls together. Don’t think that dragon of yours scares me boyo.”
Hiccup glanced back at Snotlout who daren’t seem to move - he was frozen in terror. The haunted look on his friends face caused something to snap. Hiccup felt himself shake as his muscles clenched tighter. The fury bubbled to the surface when suddenly it was too much to hold back.
He stared up to Spitelout, eyes baring into his very soul. The look, so unnatural on the scrawny vikings face made the man pause.
“I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, Son of Stoick the Vast and heir to chief of the Hooligan Tribe of Berk. You will not disrespect me or my people! Do you understand!”
There was silence. The crowd had hushed over Toothless had stopped growling, and everyone gawped at Hiccup with a mixture of awe, surprise and a touch of fear. Kind, helpful, dragon-loving Hiccup never used his title.
Spitelout shifted back slightly, irritance lining his features. He knew he couldn’t defy Hiccup - that would be treason and putting his life on the line. He glared back at his son staring in shock at him before reverting back to Hiccup. “As you wish cheif,” he spat before pivoting and storming back inside his home.
Hiccup felt a sense of relief, his anger now slightly diminished and he exhaled deeply. The crowd had dispersed a little, but some members still watched on as the young heir crouched by his injured friend.
“Are you okay Snotlout?” He asked gently, resting a hand accidentally on the dislocated shoulder. Snotlout hissed as a jolt of pain shot down the arm. Hiccup quickly withdrew his hand.
“I’m fine,” Snotlout breathed through gritted teeth, the tears building up from earlier dangerously close to spilling.
“No you’re not,” Hiccup said, moving to his other side to help him to his slightly shaky feet. “You need Gothi.”
Snotlout laughed it off very loudly (and very forcefully) he was well aware of the crowd still watching them. “I’m fine Hiccup. It’s funny, I’ve never heard you use your title before. Are you my new father now?” He teased, but he couldn’t keep the small break out of his voice.
“Very funny Snotlout,” Hiccup replied, rubbing his arm as a form of comfort.
*****
Gothi’s was wholefully unpleasant, Snotlout wailing as the old healer popped his shoulder back in and placed it in a sling. The various bruises Snotlout had obtained were going darker by the second and he had to hold a block of ice on the back of his head from where it had been whacked on so many hard objects.
Hiccup had stayed with him - somewhat out of pity but he was also genuinely concerned. He didn’t like to leave the injured viking alone after such an ordeal. Once Gothi had finally finished announcing Snotlouts long list of problems including bruised ribs, a mild concussion and of course a dislocated shoulder, he was dismissed with three medicines to help him heal.
The riders journeyed slowly back to the village and are their way to the The Haddock House - Snotlout didn’t dare try and go home.
“Here, sit down,” Hiccup offered up a stool. “I’ll get you something to eat.”
Snotlout sat quietly and petted Toothless whilst Hiccup hunted through some cupboards to find some yak jerky. He finally pulled some out wrapped in brown paper and brought them back to the sitting area. He paused when he saw his friend hunched over shuddering slightly with Toothless crooning softly to him.
“Snotlout?” Hiccup quizzed.
Despite the evident pain he was in, the burly viking got to his feet and threw himself around his friends shoulders in a crushing hug, finally letting a sob escape him. Hiccup staggered at the sudden weight, but it was more out of surprise. He lightly wrapped his arms around the shorter viking, highly confused. “Snotlout?” He spoke, more a question that a statement.
“T-thankyou,” Snotlout choked as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Thankyou Hiccup.”
Hiccups eyes widened. This was a side of Snotlout he certainly wasn’t used to. The vulnerable side. He felt pitiful for the outgoing, challenging man he knew who in fact was bullied by his own family. He felt a small smile spread on his cheeks as he returned the embrace with more warmth.
“You have no need to thank me Snotlout,” he said gently. “ It wasn’t right and any decent person would have put a stop to it. I’m sorry for what you have to go through at home, I truly am.” Hiccup almost surprised himself with those words considering what he had to face as a kid, not only from his father but his peers aswell, including Snotlout. But he was not one to carry a grudge. Evidently Snotlout had been on a similar wavelength to Hiccups train of thought.
“I’m sorry for how I treated you before, I was young and I just wanted to impress him,” he whimpered, clutching his friend tighter. “Thankyou for helping me.” Hiccup lightly pushed him back so they faced one another, taking up his hand and holding it up in a fist.
“Look Snotlout, at the end of the day we’re brothers. More to that, we’re friends. I’ll always look out for you ok?” The heir of Berk smiled warmly, his green eyes sparkling. Snotlout stared back, sniffling and wiping away a few stray tears.
“Thanks Hiccup. I guess we are kinda like brothers,” he chucked. But suddenly his face changed to serious.
“By the way if you tell anyone about this,” he motioned to the two of them. “I will deny it.” Hiccup smirked.
“I thought you would say that.”
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Masterpost
For all the stories I have posted on this tumblr. This does not include The Heroes’ Game, which you can find here.
The Heroes’ Game spin-off oneshots
Brucinette series
Bio!Dad Stephen Strange AU
Soulmate Prompt drabbles and oneshots
Lament of a Kent (Taken in by the Kents AU)
Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020
Brucinette One-Shots
Sibling Daminette Stories
Bio!Dad Joker and Bio!Mom Harley AUs
Harley’s Plea for Help (unrelated to the above two)
3-from-1 challenge
Prompt 1, part 3
Maribat March 2021
Bio!dad Bruce (title TBD)
Mermaid!Marinette AU
Bio!dad Constantine AU
Requests:
God Backwards is Dog(Daminette)
Confusing Biology (or: Marinette Needs a Break)
Random Oneshots:
Drabbles:
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Dirty Mind
Lila scowled to herself. It had been six months since someone new joined the class. He immediatley attached himself to Marinette Dupain-Cheng and hadn’t left her side. She had tried almost all of her tactics to sway him to her side. She tried flirting with him, but he ignored her. She tried to tell him of all the wonderful people she knew; he walked away before she could finish her story. She tried to proclaim she could help him get his dream job by using her connection. He rolled his eyes at her. She touched him once. He loudly proclaimed she was sexually harassing him and needed to learn the word ‘No’. That lone incident had made her take steps backwards in her plan and forced her to give him space. The only thing she had left was framing Marinette. If she could get him to believe that goody-goody wasn’t what she appeared, she would win. She’d gain a new pawn and Marinette would once again be all alone.
“I would like you to listen to me about Marinette.” Lila demanded, gaining the rest of the class’ attention.
Damian sighed, but nodded.
'Might as well get this over with. Must be some big lie if she wanted their attention on us.’
“You’re friend threatened me last night when I went to the grocery store. My mama wanted to make an apple pie and Marinette asked what I was making. When I told her, ” Lila hid her hands in her face and began to shake her shoulders, “She-she said it would never be tasty and if I choked on it, the world would be a better place.”
“Are you quite done with your pathetic routine of trying to get me to fall in line, like the rest of these morons?” Damian questioned, not giving her a chance to add more to her lie.
'What?’
Lila looked up from her hands and found the new student looking at her, rather annoyed.
“I know for a fact that Mari didn’t threaten you last night.” he continued.
“Really and how do you know that?” growled out Alix.
“Seeing as how she was in my bed, all last night, I think I would have noticed her leave. Don’t you?” the Wayne heir smirked, “I dropped her off at the bakery, ten minutes ago, for her to change.”
Lila had no idea how to react to that line of commentary and rushed to her seat. She had been trying to get him to see Marinette wasn’t what she appeared and he had used her own plan against her.
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Don’t ask how much time I spent on this
Bonus:
I love this so much OMFG
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another world [3]
after your boyfriend, peter parker, is killed by the green goblin, you take on the mantel of spiderwoman. a few years later, you’re suddenly shoved into a multi-versal war after being called to another universe to help a (smaller) version of peter. a familiar face leaves you shaken.
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PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x reader
CONTENT: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!! almost peter older peter and baby peter (y/n is bad at nicknames), lots and lots of yearning, almost peter has a realization
WORD COUNT: 3k
A/N: i really do publish these parts in two week periods don’t i LOL i gotta stop that. PLEASE REMEMBER EVERY INTERACTION BETWEEN BABY PETER AND [Y/N] IS EXTREMELY PLATONIC. i don’t want anything i ever write between those two coming off as romantic in any sense. they basically have a sibling dynamic. don’t ship them it’ll make me feel gross lol
also this fic is officially on ao3!! u can find it here
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Blind Date - Matt Murdock/Daredevil
Pairings: Karen x Friend!Reader; Past Matt x Reader
Warnings: Really bad puns. I mean it.
You had recently moved back to New York and connected with one of your old friends, Karen Page. She had been bugging you for weeks now to meet her boyfriend and his best friend who also happened to be her boss. She thought you would be perfect for him. You hadn’t been interested in the least until Karen told you their names.
So, now it was a Friday evening and you shrugged out of your jacket as you walked into Josie’s bar. Your eyes quickly found the group at a table toward the back. Stopping at the bar, you ordered a beer then made your way to the table.
Karen smiled as she stood up and waved. “Y/N!“ Karen gave you a hug then pulled back to introduce the two men. "This is my boyfriend Foggy and my boss Matt.” Foggy looked at you with wide eyes and you just smirked and shook your head.
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This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…
Listen, this is serious.
Do not use the website called Sci-Hub!
It lets people access scientific articles for free. This is dangerous. It helps the free flow of knowledge and reduces the competitive edge of all the people who worked really hard to have been born into a wealth.
Like, it’s literally a website where you can type in the DOI of an article and read it, without ever having to pay the publisher who exploited the author.
So, again, do not, under any circumstance, use Sci-Hub. I mean, can you imagine a world where knowledge is free and easily accessible to everyone? Even, y'know, poor people?
Libgen also has many books online, including textbooks, searchable by name, author, and ISBN. Can you imagine textbook companies not getting their hard-earned income from poor college students? Here is the link just so you make sure that you never accidentally stumble across this horrible, unethical website.
Oh, and while we’re talking about books, if you’ve managed to stay clear from Libgen, definitely don’t go to zlibrary, where you can also find a lot of textbooks, but unfortunately they’re completely free.
Reblogging so you know which sites to totally avoid
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Stong Enough pt. ½
Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.3K
Warnings: Implied sexual violence, violence, alcohol, attempted assault
Note: Hello! Happy New Year! This is my first time writing for Daredevil and I haven’t seen much of the second season, so forgive any inaccuracies. I just really like Matt so this just happened! Part two will be coming soon, it was just getting long so I cut it. Hope you enjoy!
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That stupid fucking light was on your last nerve. You could blame its annoying presence for a typical sleepless night, but it was different tonight. You kept pushing back the awful memories of your day as you flipped sides for nearly the tenth time in an hour, sleep still evading you well past midnight. It was an unusually silent night, not only in New York but also in the spacious apartment you shared with Matt. An apartment, you reluctantly reminded yourself, that was only spacious in the insane market that was Hell’s Kitchen because of that damn light. It was also only silent because of the fact that the light did not bother the man snoring lightly next to you.
It was a strange sensation for Matt to be asleep while you were awake. His senses usually left him unable to rest even when your movements and sounds were kept to a minimum. But tonight, he had gone out with Foggy, coming back with a few too many drinks in his system. He had stumbled on his way to the bed you already occupied nearly three hours ago now, collapsing down in a tangle of limbs. After a few quick drunken snuggles and whispered apologies for his undone state, he clocked out within movements of his head hitting the pillow.
So here you lay, alone with the stress of the day still making your head pound so loud you were surprised it didn’t echo around the room. Rubbing your temples uselessly, you ran over the events once more.
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The Contract
Matt Murdock x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: violence, insinuations to smut
Author’s Note: i like to sit down and write matts name and see what comes out also FINALS ARE FINALLY OVER HALLELUJAH
Summary: A look through the moment you met Matt to the moment you found out he was Daredevil.
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
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Flufftober 2021, Day 22 - Flirting at Work
You can track my progress here on my Flufftober list, and you can find the official flufftober tumblr here!
Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader Rating: SFW Wordcount: 451 Warnings: you two being all touchy and flirty and affectionate
“I know you can’t read braille, but if you run your fingers over this line right here,” he murmured into your ear, using his warm hand to gently glide your fingers across the array of tiny bumps, “this section of your contract is very clear about involving third parties.”
You sighed as if in disappointment, tilting your head ever so slightly until your cheek brushed his. He had his head over your shoulder, the heat of him radiant against your back like the roar of a bonfire, so you didn’t have all that far to go for you to touch him. “That’s unfortunate. Nothing you can do on that clause? You are my lawyer, and you’re… quite charming. I was hoping you could talk your way around it.”
“Mm, I’m afraid you’re backed into a corner on this one,” he breathed, leaning in until his chest was pressed to your back, all hard muscle and burning warmth, faintly scented like cinnamon and copper. He only got closer when you reached back to hook his tie, slowly pulling him in closer until he’d slotted up against your back fully, doing the best he could with the chair’s back between you. His voice warmed to a purr. “At present, there are no exceptions contractually, even for someone as beautiful-sounding as you.”
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This is a Dark AU
What if Marinette was there when The Joker was torturing Robin, or Jason Todd? What if she had been friends with him in Gotham and soon became inseparable? Jason told her everything as she did as well.
Jason was never alone when his mother turned them over to the psychopath, Marinette was with them. Joker would have tied her up to watch as he beat the Vigilante down. She would break out of the ropes half way through before she was also added in. Being almost trapped, Marinette was able to get the door unlocked but the bomb explodes.
She was the only survivor. Four years pass, now seventeen, and she is back in Gotham for a class trip for the Martha Wayne Foundation. Classic Marinette wins class trip to Gotham, but what would happen when she sees Jason alive with the Pit Madness? How does she help? What’s this also where she never fell in love after what she witnessed?
Does Marinette fall in love with Jason or another Wayne boy? (Please pick Jason.)
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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.
Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…
Well, it was okay. For about a month.
Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—
Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.
Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.
Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).
A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.
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“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?
“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”
“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”
Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”
Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”
Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.
“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”
Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.
Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.
“Is that a kid?”
“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.
“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.
“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”
“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.
“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”
“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.
He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.
But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.
That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.
“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”
That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.
“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.
She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.
“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”
“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.
“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”
“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.
Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“
“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“
“Language, Hood.”
“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”
“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”
“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”
Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”
Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.
All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.
“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”
Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.
“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”
She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.
“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.
“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.
Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?
“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.
She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?
And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.
And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.
What the hell?
“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.
“What’s this?” She asked.
“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”
“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.
Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”
“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.
“Yeah, kid?”
“Thanks.”
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