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please welcome...

dolly!reader.

dolly!reader × will graham.

dolly!reader who's so unbelievably desensitised and so sensitive with her neglect for her own wellbeing and unbridled worry for the small, hurt, fragile animals that she brings into her home - a habit she never lots from her childhood because she felt it was the only thing she could solve.

dolly!reader who will literally find a reason to cry over nothing because she wasn't allowed to cry when she was younger.

dolly!reader whose prized possession is her mother's old vinyls and her wedding dress because she thinks her mother was somehow perfect.

dolly!reader who, when brought into custody, refuses to talk until they get a cup of hot tea into her, and when she eventually does, all she really does is ask their names and why she's there.

dolly!reader who, when asked if she killed her parents, shakes her head numbly and says, "i'd never do that, i'm not bad. that's bad." she seems like she's in a state of shock even though she remembers vividly what she did - it set in on the ride home.

dolly!reader who immediately looks at will like he's some sort of angel - maybe it's the constant nerves that seem to surround him like a halo or the way his brows knit momentarily before he puts his chin in his hand.

dolly!reader who feels like she's floating the moment actual care and worry is shown to her.

do not plagiarise - valley's work. idea from the wonderful @rafesangelita

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IM SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON THIS FIC FOR MY FRIEND BUT UHHMMMMM DAD GHOST AND UNCLE SOAP HAVE ME IN A CHOEKHOLD RN.

LIKE- I couple of twins boys and a little girl?? yes, me thinks so.

Dad!Simon who buys his kids only what they need whereas Uncle!Soap who buys them whatever they hell they want.

Dad!Simon who tells Uncle!Soap off for it, but really doesnt mind-until there's five huge twenty gallon totes in his basement and/or garage. Filled with nothing but T O Y S.

And Uncle!Soap finds it SOOOO funny-so he keeps doing it! Whatever they want-wether he's just babysitting or wether it's their birthdays/xmas, he'll buy it-just so hear Dad!Simon say, "Jonny, she didnt need that new teaset! Her old one is just fine." or "Jonny! My son in not old enogh to use a foikin PISTOL! WUT VA HELL, MATE!?"

Dad!Simon who will make whatever his kids want-or buy them fast food whenever they want cuz his kids DO NOT like his cooking-

Uncle!Soap you forces the food he makes down their throats-not latterly-"C'mon now, Dillian! Ye wanna be big n strong like me n yer pop, ye!? well boi-ye've got tah eat yer colliflowa!" or-or-"Lillyyyyy, pleasee, Sweets! Eat your cabbage! It's good f'ye!"

Dad!Simon who does NOTHING to help Uncle!Soap when his picky ass kids dont like the food.

Uncle!Soap, even if he's in his fourites, will fake cry to make Simon's kids eat the food he made. "I-I spend THREE HOURS makin you ungreatful lot food-N YE DONNAE EVEN EAT IT!"

Dad!Simon who notes how well Jonny plays with his daughter and sons. Doing ballet with Lilly, or taking Dillian to the skate park to ride his skateboard that Jonny baought for him last month. Teaches him how to ride it too. Or taking Xavier to the library so he can check out the world's most inappropriate books.

Dad!Simon who thinks to himself at night: 'Damn...what if the kids called him "daddy Jonny" instead of Uncle?' and pushes the thought away-only to slowly slip his hand inside of his boxers as he thinks of all the ways he'd fuck Jonny in his bed-

Uncle!Soap who thinks the same things as Simon-even went to the boys' middle school and told off the mother and father of their bullie-who thought it was a good idea to punch Zavier in the face.

Dad!Simon who finds out about this and UNcle!Soap has to hold this mad down for thirty secounds before Simon just laughs and says, "Whatter ya, Gay?"

and both of the men who laugh and laugh and laugh over that-but both are thinking, "For you, I am."

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Spidersona Week, day 0

To prepare yall for spidersona week (starting tomorrow) I decided to do a really really simple cosplay as Spider-Star! So, here's me as her

And here's a sketch!

Backstory: Her civilian name is Adeline Andrews. She was a young SHIELD agent/experiment before deserting because she was assigned an op that went against her moral code. (kidnapping a 10-year-old named Cali) She and Cali ran away to Calgary, Alberta where she repainted her SHIELD spider-suit and began her new career as Spider-Star.

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𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓦𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂

pairing: will graham × dolly!reader

find the series masterlist here ꨄ︎

overview: will graham never planned to like you - if anything, you were suspicious, with those wide, doe eyes and oddly childish way of behaving. the only girl found alive amongst the rotting corpses of her dead mama and papa? he's bound to be suspicious, but you pull him in like bait.

warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, reader has childhood trauma and unexplored mental illness, gore - pls tell me if i've missed anything!

the first thing that the neighbours complained about was the vile smell. 'it's the mould, im sorry. ill call someone,' you had said, shifting from foot to foot, eyes wide, anxious. but it wasn't mould, was it?

your cheeks had become sallowed over the week. body oddly thin, brows permanently creased with worry. the neighbours visited again and again until they called the local authorities. your excuses of 'mama and papa ain't home' became unbelievable, but how would you understand that? there was something strange, the townspeople used to say about you, when you were a girl. you didn't like to interact with the other school children - they didn't like you. mama thought it was your fault, she'd lock your bedroom door at seven pm, 'worried for your safety,' as if the middle-of-nowhere texas was unsafe. the most that happened was a hitchiker coming through your town.

it was odd, the way your daddy would hike up your gingham skirt and press strange, unwanted kisses to your cheeks before they strayed to your jaw, then your neck. it was your fault it had to happen, he'd tell you. your mama knew, and after, she'd pet your forehead with cooed admonishing words.

you'd first understood it was wrong when you sat on a tree with your friend, emmeline jacobs, and asked her if her daddy ever kissed her. she'd snorted and looked at you like you were stupid. 'yeah, when i was eight.' the two of you were fifteen, at the time, and only much later did you realise you knew less than your parents made out that you did. you were not smart, you felt rather dumb, instead, like a lamb that has known it's entire life being prepared for slaughter. you did not know your wrongs from rights or your goods from evils.

so, when your papa had handed you a mallet to make the chicken for the night and your mother had dutifully boiled potatoes over the gas stove, you had stood in the doorway, watching him slink off to the lounge and sit in his armchair, old and worn, much like him. the television was turned on, playing a hunting channel. bear hunting with halloran james. the mallet hung limply in your slender hand as you watched him rest a hand his stomach with the kind of lazy 'masculinity' that made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

you'd crept behind his armchair, quiet, brows pinched together in concentration, and stood still, contemplating, before the mallet had swung with a surprising amount of force for someone with little muscle mass. the crack heard before the sickening squelch of flesh sounded more appealing - it sounded quicker, more painless than the sound of oozing blood and squishy tissue - but then he was turning his head sluggishly, groaning in pain, eyes hazy and unfocused, and you'd wondered if you'd done it right, so you swung again. again. again, until your mother ran into the lounge, screaming, pleading with you to stop and attempting to rip you from your fathers now-deceased body.

your mother never had the gall to hit you - apart from that one time you had come home late from school, skipping merrily with one of your friends who later seemed to dissapear from your life like everyone else - although, when she wrenches you away from his body by your shoulders, her hand gripped your jaw with an unusual type of agression, hissed words coming out with drops of saliva that made you recoil.

she was next to fall. you don't even remember prying the knife from her left hand - she'd cut her right, and had to struggle with something you did not, or at least, that's what she said - and forcing it between the curved cage of bone that resided in her chest. she'd fallen back, head hitting the corner of the table.

perhaps it was a psychotic episode - something your teacher had said when you used to go to high school - but you felt far too calm for that. strangely in control, despite the way you could hear the ebb and flow of your own blood in your veins or the way you could not bear to sit in the living room with the bodies. you had found residence on the kitchen floor, mother and father out of sight - if you saw them, you might have vomited the minimal food you'd had before dinner.

two days passed before you found it in yourself to stand on shaky, unstretched legs and lean on the counter. you felt as if you had underslept and overslept all at once - head groggy and eyes tired.

the police weren't equipped to handle the issue - or you, for that matter - and it went to someone else. when officer kepler peeked through the window, she realised she had less stomach for police work than she'd thought. the someone else gave it to someone else, and it ended up in the hands equipped for what you'd done - what would remain on your hands for the rest of your life.

a week later, you still could not bring yourself to lay eyes upon the now rotting bodies - come to think of it, you dont know how you'd stood the putrid smell coming off your mother and father or brought yourself to walk past the living room without looking at the bloated, stale corpses. people in navy waterproof coats had dealt with the weak locks on the front door and flooded the house and a part of you felt dead, unsure of what to do or what to say. it felt as if you could not physically bring yourself to speak.

'i didn't do it,' were the only words you'd uttered, tucking your legs to your chest and subconsciously sinking your teeth into the skin of your knee.

paramedics checked you, lifting your eyelids in a way that made you squirm, but perhaps what made you more uncomfortable - or perhaps it was the breath of relief that you let out that discomfited you - was when a man sunk down next to you. he was average height, with curly brown hair and brows that seemed to be constantly pinched in worry, or perhaps concentration. your mother would have called him 'rustically handsome.'

"my names will graham- can you tell me what happened?"

do not plagiarise - @valneedsvalium 2024.

[valneedsvalium]

publishing one fic on the 25th of december !

help me choose...

worse than addiction - P1 - dealer!rafe × f!reader

what we have found along the way - P2 - will graham × f!reader

secret 3rd option (javier peña related.)

Voting ended onDec 21, 2024

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Spider-Sona Week 2k19, Day 2: Equipment

AN: So, I guess should put warnings for this one, because there is knives, mentions of drugging, and fighting I guess? Also swearing. This deviated a bit from showing off her equipment but I’m happy with it.

               Della had gone out as Spider-Star again. She had not done much, but it was early in the night. She was swinging around the Bow Building when she heard a cry for help.

               As she dropped into an alley, her Spidey-sense peaked. Turning around, she found a speaker playing cries for help over and over, like someone was trying to get her to go there. Staying as still as possible, she got into a power stance and said “You know, I’m much tougher than I look. Come out now, and I’ll go easy on you,” as she undid the scarf she used as a belt.

               It wasn’t just any scarf. Like how the old SSR had given their super soldier a vibranium shield, Della had been equipped with a scarf with vibranium thread woven in. This made it pretty much unbreakable and also really pretty, because the cotton it was woven into was black.

               She whirled around, and saw a man at the entrance to the alley. “Fuckin’ spider bitch, tryin’ ta get rid of us, fuck no, we got fuckin’ knifes to squish this bug-bitch with…” he muttered, unsheathing a knife.

               Della sighed. She hated coming home to Cali bleeding, so she decided to show this dummy and his group not to mess with her.

               “You could hurt someone with that. Can I see?” she asked, thwipping the knife out of his hand and sticking it to a wall above their heads. “Do you have any other knifes, or are you gonna beat me like a man, a manly man, of which you definitely are. I mean, sneaking up on me? So brave of you. Have you heard that I love sarcasm?”

               The man growled, and charged at her. Della leaped up and to the side, sticking to the wall next to the knife. Then she fired webs at him, trying to stick him to the ground, but he was surprisingly agile.

               “Come down here or I’ll cut you!” he snarled, pulling out another knife. Her eyes widened, and she cast a web to the opposite side of the alley. She then swung and kicked the guy in the face. He fell quite ungracefully, and she wrapped the scarf around his neck, planting a knee on his back as she did so.

               “Name of who you’re working for. Go.” She snarled in his ear.

               “Aren’t workin’ for nobody but me, darl- OW!” he said as she tightened her rope.

               “Try. Again.” she said, slipping into a darker persona, the Spider, who she had been during SHIELD ops. Only Cali could pull her out when she did this, which is why she didn’t do patrols as much as she could. “Tell the truth and I might leave you here with your soul.”

               “Alex Griffin! Goes by Poison Dart! He’s hired to give girls a nice time, then slips them a roofie and leaves them in alleys! But you’ve been messing up his business, so he gives me $50 to fuck you up. Ya know, stop you.” He yelped.

               She loosened the scarf and asked him for more info. However, that was all he could give, so she webbed him to a wall for the police to find. Then, she called Cali.

               “Spider-Star? What-“ Cali said before being cut off by Della growling. “Google Alex Griffin. He paid some idiot to go after me, and I want him out of my city.”

               Cali’s voice was small when she answered. “Will you be back at base soon, Agent?”

               Suddenly Della was hit with how tired she was. “Yeah, I will. Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to go all SHIELD Spider on you. I’ll be there in ten.”

               She sounded relived. “Yeah, you better be. Who else will drink this hot chocolate?”

               “Cali, I’m so glad you gave me more webs to fight this guy with. Also, my scarf came in handy for once.” Della felt like she could hear her laughter from two blocks away. “Who knew what they were thinking when they gave it to you?” she asked.

               Della started thwipping back home, still chatting. “Do you want a story?” she asked.

               “I’m always down for a story.” Cali replied.

               “So, once upon a time, a tiny SHIELD agent was bitten by a spider. Then, she got a badass suit, but she didn’t like it, so she was like hey, you know what would be cool? A belt. So, the people making the suit were like that would be cool, but we’re gonna put vibranium in it, because that will be double cool. And then the spider-bitten agent was like cool!! With two exclamation marks, and the end.”

               Cali snorted. “You’re a good storyteller.”

               “I know, right? Open the window.”

               “Okay, Miss Two-Exclamation-Marks.”

               “Shut up and let me drink my hot chocolate.”

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Spidersona Week 2k19, Day 5: Archenemy

AN: drug use, knives, general craziness, hospitals. Please tell me if I have to add anything else.

               “Della, I got a hit! Alex Griffin’s Picogram and Chatsnap! And just your luck, he’s going for a date at the Sweet Cup Bakery & Beverages!” Cali whooped as she typed frantically on her laptop and phone.

               “Wait the one you work at? How cool is that?” Della told her.

               “Just the one. I wasn’t working this afternoon because of tutoring, but I can call to see if I can take a shift now. How’s Sam, by the way?”

               Della growled. She still couldn’t believe that Cali had done an interview for the Chronicle as well as sold them a picture. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

               Cali turned her attention to her phone and frowned. “Della, you gotta see this.”

               It was Sam Jameson’s Chatsnap, and it showed her getting ready for a coffee date with her new friend Alex. The two girls turned to each other in shock.

               “Let’s go.”

               Cali nodded firmly. They needed to help her and make sure she lived to produce her play.

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               Cali watched from behind the counter as Alex sauntered up to Sam. He’s not that bad-looking she thought. He was dressed up in a black button-down and lime green tie to go with black jeans. His black hair was effortlessly styled and made a sharp contrast with his weirdly pale skin. At least he opened the door for her.

               “Welcome to Sweet Cup! What can I getcha?” she asked, perfectly ready to tell Della when it was time. All she had to say was “frog” because that was totally inconspicuous.

               “Hey, aren’t you that girl who I interviewed about Spider-Star? Cali, yeah?”

               She laughed and asked again for their orders. “And, yeah, that was me. So glad you remembered.”

               Sam pulled out cash to pay for her plain mint tea, but Alex stepped in. “How about you choose a place to sit?” he said easily. Sam melted at his smile and wandered off.

               “Okay, I’ll pay you fifty bucks of you slip this,” he said quietly, holding up a small baggie of powder, “in her drink.” He gave Cali that winning smile again, but if they were to take him down, she had to take it.

               “What are you getting? Also, I want that fifty now.”

               He slid it across the counter while ordering a huge coffee with four creams and five sugars. He then turned around and blew a kiss at his date, and she blushed.

               “I’ll get your orders ready. Go sit. I’ll bring it over.” She told him nonchalantly.

               He sauntered off to go flirt like he wasn’t a threat. Little bitch, she thought. Good luck hurting her, you idiot.

               She quickly made the coffee first and dumped the powder and sugar in at the same time. She then made the tea like nothing had happened. Using her best “seductive waitress” walk, she plopped the drinks at the table and walked away.

               “Frog.” She whispered to her Bluetooth headset, feeling the arm knives hidden under her long-sleeved shirt. She was prepared on her end.

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               “So, he’s actually drinking the coffee? And has no idea it’s drugged?” Della asked incredulously.

               Cali smirked but didn’t say anything. “You’re smirking, I can tell.” The spider told her.

               It took a while, but eventually they ran out of things to say. This was probably because Alex had been getting sluggish from the first sip.

               “You wanna go someplace?” he asked her while rubbing his face. He was confused. Why wasn’t she asleep yet? The drug he had given her had to have been working by now. Alex could tell she was getting concerned.

               “Um, yeah, sure… Where do you want to go?”

               “Out the back door…”

               Sam was now visibly confused. “Why?”

               He managed to give her that winning grin again. “Do you trust me?”

               She remembered the way that Cali had spoke about Spider-Star, how she had asked for trust and was led to a better life. “Okay.”

               He stumbled out of his chair and slung an arm around her shoulders. “This way.”

()()(()()()()()())

               At the back door, there was an argument going on.

               “You cannot be outside for this. Please, Cali. I can’t lose you.”

               “I can hold my own, Spider-Star. Trust me. The only thing my deadbeat parents actually taught me was the use of a blade.”

               “Then wait inside! He might try to escape that way, and you can help Sam!”

               Suddenly, Cali stopped arguing. “That… is a good idea.”

               Surprised, Della opened the door for her.

               Blowing her a kiss, Cali said cheekily “Kick some ass, Spider-Star.”

               Della gave her a peace sign salute.

               Not five minutes later, Alex stumbled through the door with Sam. Della waited, and counted to eight.

               Then she jumped, landing squarely on his back. There was a tinkle of broken glass, and fog began to rise from under his shirt.

               “Listen- Sam, GO! I don’t know what this shit does, and you don’t want to breathe it in!” Spider-Star yelled. Sam turned and dashed away.

               Alex laughed. “I was wondering when I would see the Spider-Menace.”

               Della punched him across the face. (Peggy Carter would have been proud.)

               She then webbed him to a wall, her hand on his throat. Hers was itching due to the fog, but he laughed on. “You think she is safe? Or that tricky barista? This gas is something special, Spider-Bitch. I only use it when forced to, because its punch is way better than any you could hit me with. You’re a much better victim than some tranny, anyways.” He sneered.

               She went blind with rage. Slamming him into the sidewalk, she managed to tell Cali, “Stay inside! There’s a gas… makes you… slow… Can’t lose… you.” She slumped on the ground.

               “What a wonderful thing trained immunity is! I bet you’re just mad because I spoke the truth, huh? You and that tranny jokester?”

               But then, Spider-Star rose. Somehow, he got even paler. She gave him her best death stare, and he seemed to realize his mistake.

               But Della had made mistakes too. While she was waiting, she had been swinging all over the alley, leaving webs everywhere. He grabbed one, wrapped it around his hands, and clambered the side of the building. Still fatigued after the effects of the weird gas, she didn’t pursue him. She stumbled inside, to find gas had slipped in, leaving Cali knocked out on the floor.

               She grabbed Cali’s trench coat and called 911. “911, what’s your emergency?”

               “M-my sister, there was this gas, an-and now she’s passed out- “

               “Name and address?”

               “I’m Della… Cali’s the passed out one… an’ we’re at the Sweet Cup Bakery on Queens Avenue.”

               “An ambulance is headed your way. Are you okay?”

               “There was a man in the alley, and he got a bit beat up, I was watching, and Spider-Star saw him try to mug a girl, so she jumped on him, and that released the gas.”

               “Okay. The ambulance is outside. Please keep breathing. Your sister will be fine, I promise.”

               “Thanks.” Della exhaled.

               She could hear the smile in the operator’s voice. “No problem.” The operator did like helping people, and she was a Spider-Star fan. Not a bad start to her shift.

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               Della sat in the white waiting room. The nurses and doctors were constantly going in and out of Cali’s room, and all she could do was wait.

               I’m sorry, Cali. I’ll do better next time.

               Della closed her eyes and slept.

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Spidersona Week 2k19 Day 4: J. Jonah Jameson

Spider-Star’s JJJ is actually his trans daughter, Sam Jessie Jameson. Because I had literally no ideas, I decided to make an image instead of a story. I have learned a lesson. It only took maybe two hours.

Sam loves her city and hero, so she writes a good article. I hope you guys like it, because I will not be doing this format again.