keep your claws away

Would Not or Do Not Prt 2

I think I can safely say this is now its own mini series in the works *SIIIIGHS* Everyone give that anon who made that original request a round of applause for this. 

This part is not edited so expect mistakes. And because this has evolved into its own series, I will now move onto the next request on the list. 

Part 1 can be found here

Originally posted by megsiplier

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Stray Part 1

Request: I really love your stories, can I request one where the reader is Catwoman’s sidekick and she’s known Dick since they were kids and they kinda have a relationship like Batman and Catwoman but he was crushing on Babs and she was jealous and she was upset when Dick left to be Nightwing. After Dick left she got close to Jason before he died. And then when Jason comes back he tries to get the reader and Dick together cuz he thinks of her like a sister and he doesn’t like seeing her upset over Dick

So I kinda floowed the request, there will be a few mreo parts, so hopefully I’ll hit everything!

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Catwoman is an awesome mentor and Selina has learned to be a great mother. She had picked you up when you tried to pickpocket the wealthy looking woman making her way down the street. Of course you were caught, but instead of handing you over to the police Selina had offered to buy you dinner and give you a place to stay.

“Are you ready, kitten?” Selina called from the living room

“Almost, mama! I need to feed the cats and then we can go” Catwoman owned 4 cats, and she had about 10 more that would stop by the apartment for food, you loved the irony.

“And you remember why we’re going?”

“I have to distract Dick Grayson AKA Robin so you and Bruce can have eye sex and you you steal his watch, only to give it back to him later tonight”

Selina rolled her eyes, “You shouldn’t even know about eye sex yet! You’re only 10!”

“Yeah, and Robin’s 12, but we flirt all the time! I’m gonna marry Dick when we get older”

“Oh are you?”

“Of course I am! I mean, I already know who he is, both as Dick and as Robin” You give Selina a sly look, “And someday you’re gonna marry Batman and the two of you will finally stop this damn dance you have!”

“Y/N! Language!” Selina barked, “Bruce and I have fun with our little dance, and besides, if we didn’t dance so often you wouldn’t see your little bird”

You roll your eyes, but smile, “I suppose you’re right. Now we really need to go or we’ll miss the whole gala”

Sweeping out of the apartment and into the car that had been pulled up for you, “You remember your manners, kitten?”

“Yes, mama. Keep my claws away until tonight”

“Good girl”

“Hello, Dickiebird”

“Hello, Y/N”

You look up at Dick from under your lashes,” Don’t be like that, pretty bird. I just want to dance

Color had started to appear on Dick’s cheeks, “I won’t let you distract me from watching Bruce’s back again “

“Selina will watch his back, and I’ll watch yours. I just want to hang out with you, get to know you!”

Dick looked resigned, “I don’t suppose you’ll leave me alone?”

“When has a cat even been known to give up?”

“Just thought I would ask”

Dick was leaving Gotham, he was no longer Robin and had decided to create his own persona. You sat in shocked silence when Selina had told you that. At 16 you and Dick had been getting closer, you had actually hung out outside of the mask several times, but now he was gone.

“According to Batman he is taking on the name Nightwing, and he’ll be based out of Bludhaven now” Selina whispered, she reached out and gently laid a hand on your knee, “Are you alright, kitten?”

“I-I don’t know, mama. I thought he was-That we were …”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I so sorry he hurt you, that he didn’t warn you”

Reaching up you scup at your eyes, “I want a new name, a new identity. I don’t want to be Kitten without my Robin”

Selina nodded, “Alright, what do you want to be called?”

“Stray”

“Stray? Why that?”

“A stray, like an abandoned cat, someone who was thrown out like trash”

“You know that he didn’t mean it like that. He’s only 17, if he’d know how you felt then he might have stayed”

You whirl around, snarling, “No he wouldn’t! He still would have left! I waited too long, let us dance around each other for years! And now he’s gone! I won’t have another chance!”

Two more years have passed and you are now finally 18. The new Robin is a little spitfire. He’s more violent than your Robin, another kid from Crime Alley, a lost little bird who needs guidance.

“Come out, come out, little bird!” You call, springing from one roof to another.

“Leave me alone!! I don’t want to talk to you, Stray!”

“Come on, Robin, I’ll be good. Come on, talk to me, I know Batsy can be a pain in the ass”

Jason slunk out from behind the concrete wall. As soon as the boy saw you he ran forward and almost knocked you down with the force of his hug, “He’s so mean whenever Nightwing comes by! They always fight and I hate it!”

“I know, kitten, I know” You crouch down so you are eye level with Jason, “You know you can always come to my apartment when they start fighting, you don’t have to hide on a rooftop.” You sigh, “Nightwing was the one to call me, he said that he and B started a fight and you ran off”

“I hate it when they fight, N won’t come around for a while after they fight. I want him to teach me things, he promised he would be there for me, but he isn’t.” Jason looked up at you with tear filled eyes, “You’re always there for me though”

“And I always will be, little bird. How ‘bout we go back to my apartment and you spend the night with me. We can pick up ice cream and we can watch movies until Nightwing comes to check on you”

Jason wipes his eyes, “That sounds like fun”

Later that night Jason is passed out in your guest room and you are sitting up waiting. Soon enough your window opens and a blue and black shape slips into your apartment.

“Hello, Nightwing”

“Hey, Y/N. Is Jason …”

“He’s asleep in my guest room. He was really upset over your fight with Batman earlier tonight.” Dick sighs, “If you feel the need to pick fights with Bruce, at least make sure that Jason doesn’t hear them. You might have the option to leave everyone behind and go to another city, some of us don’t have that option”

“I didn’t abandon anyone! I left to start my own life!”

“You did leave people behind!!” You snarl, standing toe to toe with Dick

“Who?! Bruce fired me and all of my friends forgot about me!”

“You left me!!” You shout, “You left me behind! I had to find out from Selina that you had even left the city! I thought we were friends!”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t inform you of my every move!”

You can feel tears fill up your eyes, “I don’t need to know your every move, Dick! But you left! You abandoned me! You made me a stray!”

Dick jerked back, “Is that why you changed your name? Because of me?”

“I think it’s time for you to leave. I’ll make sure that Jason gets back to Bruce tomorrow, but you really need to leave”

“I thought you were just angry with me for leaving!!”

“You’re right I was! Two years ago I was angry at you! Right now if we keep fighting we are going to wake up Jason.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you”

You glance back at Dick as he climbs out the window, “I don’t know if sorry is enough anymore, Dick”

Daughter of the Month

Family of the Week: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Paring: Logan Howlet & Reader

Tags: female reader, reader is Logan’s daughter, Logan is a father, mutant powers, men crying, angst with a happy ending, fluff.

Summary: Logan Howlett is many things. A warrior. A soldier. A man. A mutant. A father. And in all of those roles, he has his duties. And he must protect his daughter, from what he can.

Time heals wounds. Wounds scar. Scars fade. Reader makes a move forward after her awakening of her genetic state to action.

Tagged: @multifandom-slytherin ♥️

Word Count: 516

Posting Date:  2016-08-21

Current Date: 2017-05-28


Originally posted by unchartedghoul


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Hypochondria

Hold me

Tight in your claws

Keep away that putrid fog

Where the shadows point

And my enemies snicker

Mind under fire

Heart pounding quicker

That familiar fear arising

My everlasting vision of dying

To keep me paranoid, but sane

Hypersensitive nerves react

To the smallest of pains

I feel it coming

I feel like running

Until it’s out of my hair

And I’m out of breath

Ironic that I cannot feel blessed

When I’m closest to freedom–

One step from death

Sneak

Set: post Quiver so MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED.

Rating: Moon made me do it. No moogle necessary.

Walking into school one Monday morning, Adrien was surprised to discover everyone was a buzz with gossip. His brain was mostly taken up by his physics homework and he still needed to get to the library before class to fact check his biology homework so a lot of the gossip didn’t register.

“Did you hear? Jagged Stone wrote a song about her!”

“I heard he invited her on stage.”

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(Hunter bitty Originally sketched in in my sketchbook, then lined and colored by @shypurple ♡ )

Hunter: this lil boy will be pretty aggressive at first meet along with the other bitties, but if you tame him, he’ll protect you(or try to) and the other bitties. He always acts a bit scary and distant.
-Setting all that aside- If you stick him with a Periwinkle bitty, he’ll act like a total puppy towards you, and everyone.
When set with Periwinkle, he’ll bite you if you try to separate them. unless you thoroughly explain why you separate the two. (Most of the time, he’d still disagree and bite you..) Hunter absolutely will be the dominant one if you- or other bitties decide to pull moves on him or Periwinkle. If you aren’t careful- watch your throats, arms, and eyes at night. He will murder if he has to.

He likes: warm soft purring kitties and will sleep with them all day. He likes to eat anything that is tender and tasty. Mostly sweet stuffs. Hes okay with getting groomed by a kitty.

He dislikes: DOGS THAT WILL SLOBBER ON HIM AND LICK HIM- AND WILL CLAW THE DOG IS HE GETS REALLY CLOSE TO HIM AND/OR PERIWINKLE- if they hurt or scares Peri, THEN HE’D CLAW OUT THEIR EYES! so watch out and keep your dog away from hunter. He will begin to dislike you if you feed him ultra spicy or sour things.

OG photo with Haruna who’s going to be soon OG too. Hahaha it’s probably like…

Mariko: Hey let’s take a photo of just us OG!
Yuko: EHHHH But nyan nyan will not be in the photo…
Tomochin: what? U can keep your paws off her for a minute?!
Yuko: Hey hey! I graduated and now we have less time together. I don’t see you keeping your claws away from Tomo~mi whenever you meet her…
Mariko: Nyaro~ /wraps hand around waist/ join in the photo too?
Nyan: Mou…but I’ve yet to graduate…
Mariko: Nah, I’ll just name it “members I meet often” then.
Yuko: DEAL. Now photo!
-poses-
Yuko: WAIIITTTT WHY IS NYANNYAN NOT BESIDE ME?!
/photo snapped/
Mariko: Because Nyaro likes me more!
Yuko: She cried more when I graduated!
Mariko: that’s bullshit! She cried more tears for my graduation than yours!
Tomochin: Haruna~ let’s go get a drink and leave this two to their fight~

…and the fight for Nyannyan continues after graduation…

She's Back (requested)

Liam stepped out onto the field, adjusting his helmet slightly. The team was just beginning to warm up, and he joined a shooting drill. As he played, he put his body on autopilot, letting his muscles move on their own as he let his mind wander. He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d seen her in the stands. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, a hallucination coming to him to haunt him. But as she caught his eye and nodded with a tiny smile, he knew that she was really there, that she was actually watching him play tonight. It threw his head into dozens of flashbacks to when she would come to his games to watch him play. Afterwards, he would always run to the bleachers to give her a kiss, and if the team had won, they’d go out for ice cream. That had been the happiest he’d ever been in his life. However, it had all come to a screeching halt the day it became known that Liam was no longer allowed to attend school. She had completely stopped everything; no kisses, no calls, no texts. She wouldn’t even make eye contact with him. It tossed Liam back into a darker place in his mind, his intermittent explosive disorder coming back with a vengeance. He hadn’t realized how much that girl had done for him until she was gone, and seeing her again for the first time since moving put his mind into a frenzy that he wasn’t sure how to deal with. That girl was in the front row of the bleachers. That girl was you.

Of course you felt horrible about what you’d done to the poor boy. You knew that you were one of the very few things that made him happy, that kept him out of trouble. But you just couldn’t deal with the fact that he had such a temper sometimes, and getting kicked out was a last straw for you. You’d maintained a safe distance, but it was also to protect you. You knew he’d have to move, go to a different school. This was a hard pill to swallow, knowing the one who’d meant so much to you was leaving. You felt as if cutting everything off would make it easier on you when he left, so that’s what you had done. Little did you know, it hurt Liam more than anything ever had. You had come back to see him tonight because you needed to; it was becoming too much to not see him.

And so you watched, sitting quietly on the bleachers. Your eyes stayed on Liam the entire game, even if it meant missing other wonderful plays. Occasionally, you would see him glance your way, and the thing that hurt the most was the fact that you would see the shadow of a smile beginning to appear, but immediately evaporate when he remembered that this wasn’t you anymore, it wasn’t the relationship that you had before. It was heartbreaking to see; you would see the crestfallen eyes through his helmet from across the field.

As for Liam, he wasn’t having a good game. He was too focused on who was watching, too focused on wondering why you were there and debating whether he should approach you afterwards or not. His head was a mess, the game certainly not a priority. All of the stress was beginning to take its toll, however, and the thoughts of you combined with suddenly being tackled and knocked to the ground sent him into the struggle of keeping himself controlled. It was hard to do anyway, due to his disorder, but now, being what he was, it was almost impossible. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, and the familiar pressure in his fingertips that meant his claws were coming soon. He knew he had to get off the field, so he ran to the sidelines, yelling at Coach quickly.

“I need off, I need- get another- I have to go…” He tore his helmet off, tossing it on the ground as he sprinted past the bench, on his way to the locker rooms.

Liam ignored the few stares he got, but luckily most of the audience’s eyes were on the game. Except for you, of course. You turned your head, staring at him as he disappeared into the building, and a split second decision made you jump off of the bleachers and hurry after him. Meanwhile, he stumbled into the locker room, crashing into a few lockers as he sat down heavily on the bench. He pressed his fists to his eyes, tensing just about every muscle in his body as he tried to keep the side of him that no one should ever have to see at bay. His shoulders heaved as he panted.

“Liam?” You called, stepping into the dimly lighted room.

He immediately shot to his feet, glancing around quickly. “Get out!” He warned. “Leave, go, dammit get out of here!” He backed away into the corner with the showers, hiding behind the walls.

“Look, I know you don’t necessarily want to see me right now, but can we at least talk about-”

“Leave!” He roared, but it was too late.

You had peeked around the wall and seen him, eyes glowing and fangs out, clenching his fists in an attempt to keep his claws away. Your eyes widened and you instinctively took a few steps back, feeling the cool metal of the lockers on the skin of your shoulders. You weren’t processing what you were seeing, but you didn’t have to try for very long, as it was gone as quickly as it had started. His shoulders slumped forward and he stumbled slightly, exhausted with the effort. His eyes had gone back to the normal blue, his fangs gone and claws untraceable. As he looked up at you with frightened but weary eyes, the realization suddenly came to him, hitting him like a ton of bricks.

You were his anchor. And he had a lot of explaining to do.