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[skylarmoon71]

Heyyy!! I love you stories so much omg like your writing style and the way you write the characters omg it eatssssss everytime!! I was curious if you are going to continue with anymore Smallville stories? Those are lowkey my favs and you slay writing them lowkey!!💕💕💕💕

OMG! Thank you so my much! I really do want to write more Smallville! Lex is one of my favorites so I’m hoping to get more inspiration so I can write him. Who is your favorite Smallville character??

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 9

You had a week, so you figured you’d take every day you could to work yourself up to what needed to be done.

You told your vigilante pal as much, and he seemed satisfied with your decision. You ignored your phone and any messages from work. You just needed time to think. To find a resolve. 

Maybe that’s why the visit from a certain arachnid was welcomed. You smiled the second you saw the suit. 

“Unfortunately today I’m out of empanadas and burgers. You’ll have to settle for instant ramen noodles.” 

You had two cups set up and he heard the click of your kettle. From the sounds of it, the hot water had just boiled. 

You thought he would walk over to help you prepare, but he took your wrist lightly and you looked up. 

“I was hoping I could take you somewhere today, if it’s okay with you.” 

He’d never made such a request before, more than anything you’re curious. Maybe a bit excited because you understand the mode of transport will be swinging with him through the air.

“I’d actually really like that. Let’s go Mr. Spiderman!” 

You were grinning, and you lifted both hands, fully expecting him to offer his back. You were pleasantly surprised when he just leaned down and lifted you into his arms. Your hands steadied on his shoulder, a bit flushed. 

“You should probably hold on tight.” 

He sounded a bit cheeky, and you nodded, wrapping your hand around his neck as you closed your eyes tightly as he began to walk to the balcony. Maybe he sensed your tenseness. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

There was so much weight in those words, and after a moment, you pulled back slightly to look at him, offering a smile. 

“Thank you.” 

He took off, and you had to admit, it was beautiful. The first few seconds were scary, but as he moved through the city with so much precision, adjusting to each curve and turn, you were in awe. 

You weren’t sure where he was taking you, not until you saw the statue of liberty. You have to admit, you’d been in New York all your life, but you’d never seen the view of the city from the height of that green statue. He’d landed comfortably on top of the crown as you both looked down. 

You spent the first ten minutes happily freaking out and yelling everything you could think of to the bodies below. When you finally calmed down, you were both seated. 

“This is crazy awesome! I can’t believe you can come here anytime you want.” 

He nodded, watching the many cars, the bridge, the people. 

It is beautiful. 

Sighing, you took notice of the way he reached for the edge of his mask and lifted it slightly, just to the point of his nose, possibly to take it all in. The scent, the atmosphere. 

“All of this, in a way, it’s why I do what I can. This world is so ugly sometimes, but then I look at everything from a distance and the ugly just seems insignificant. I think a part of that can be applied to life. Everyday we face things that are difficult to deal with, ugly situations, but that’s only one part. Within all the ugly, there’s still some pretty incredibly beautiful things, you just need to be willing to see it.” 

You’re a bit astonished. It sounds like he just solved the secret of life. 

“You’re amazing..” 

It was said in awe, and this time he turned to you, caught up in the look you wore. His lips were still exposed from when he lifted it, and you found yourself swallowing when your gaze strayed. 

You caught the way his Adam's apple bobbed in response, and you let out a soft breath before you found yourself leaning closer. He hadn’t really moved, and there was still a bit of a height difference even though the both of you were seated. 

Your hand had ended up on his shoulder, and your touch seemed to gain a reaction. You were only offered one more breath before he gently cupped both your cheeks and closed the distance. You hummed, pleasantly surprised that he was the one to take that final step. 

His lips felt heavenly, and you probably should have been worried that you hadn’t so much as gotten a name from this man but you were now kissing him like you’d been lovers for years. 

Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, because when his large palm moved down your neck, you were in a state of bliss. His thumb brushed over your throat and you were very conscious of just how large this man was. His hand almost covered the entirety of your neck, yet you were more aroused than anything else. 

He shifted, and your hands moved to his hair as you slipped into his lap. His hands moved to your waist, and you grinded into him, earning a groan in response. He pulled back, probably to gather himself. You were both breathless, nothing but the cool air between you. 

“I..sorry I shouldn’t have done that without your..” 

He was trying to regain his breath. 

“Your permission..” 

He finished, winded. 

All you could do was smile. 

“You’re right Mr. Hero. That was definitely something a villain would do.” 

He could hear the teasing in your voice and he just snorted. 

“I’m a villain now.” 

“I don’t know.” 

You hummed, lips moving to his ear. 

“Do you want to do bad things to me?” 

He audibly swallowed, and you felt the way his hand tightened just a bit against your waist. 

“I..I should take you back..” 

He decided. 

Such a heroic thing to do.

He was kind of adorable. 

You smiled, wrapping your hands gently around his neck. 

“Take me away.” 

You encouraged. 

True to his word, he took you back to your apartment. When your feet landed on the familiar wooden floors, you just smiled up at him. 

“Thank you for tonight, I really needed it.”

Quitting was necessary, but you knew you would have to gather yourself and start looking into alternatives. 

“You’re welcome.” 

He lingered in place, hand still laying softly on your hip. He looked as though he didn’t want to leave and you shared the sentiment. 

More than anything you wanted to pull him inside and have your way with him, but you knew the second you made the offer he would turn it down. 

He’s a gentleman. 

That was clear. 

“See you later?” 

You asked hopefully. 

He nodded, hand moving to your cheek as he brushed his thumb softly against your skin. You smiled at the gesture, watching happily as he finally willed himself to take a step back and walk away. 

He was gone in the quiet of the night and you were content.

[skylarmoon71]

From xmen to supernatural to smallville (and grimm flash which i have yet to read hehe), you have combined so many of the fandoms I love into your writing and characters!! 💌

The crossovers are so cool I've taken a liking to all to them, so many chapters to read so many more posts to like but your work is amazing 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Thank you so much! I have a lot of fun writing them! 😆☺️

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 8

With every visit, the both of you got closer.

That's why it was no surprise, you felt almost obligated to tell him the good news.

“I might actually be getting the promotion!!”

You were practically jumping off the walls, and when you rushed over to him, showing him the email, he understood.

“It’s the managerial position you applied for.”

You nodded, pulling back the phone as you did a happy dance in the small space.

“I’ve applied like a million times, but I think they finally see my potential. I have a meeting with the big boss tomorrow to talk about it. I can’t believe it! I’ve literally waited four years for this. I'm so excited! “

He could probably tell.

More than anything, he was excited for you. The visits became his favorite part after he ended his patrols. When he planned to drop in, he was looking forward to it, almost anticipating the conversation of your new promotion.

The following night he fully expected to hear every happy detail, so when he walked into the apartment, pulled the curtains and couldn’t see you in the general area, he was curious. He moved through the room, and the sight of your bedroom door ajar brought him a sense of panic.

“(Y/N)!!”

His yell echoed in the space as he rushed in, clearly surprised when he found you just seated against the wall, a solemn smile on your face.

He was confused.

“Are you..alright?”

He couldn’t spot any injury, but it’s clear something had happened. He moved to your side, and when you seemed to be searching for the words, he took a seat beside you, gently taking your shoulders. You turned to him, expression a bit helpless.

“What happened?”

It turned your stomach just recalling the conversation.

“Good morning Mr. Blyne, I’m here for the meeting.”

He nodded.

“Close the door and take a seat.”

You did so with a smile, shutting the door as you held your phone, excited for what was to come.

“I’m sure you know that this managerial position has great benefits. A great medical and dental plan, not to mention bonuses in your salary.”

“Yes sir, I’m aware. I can’t believe I’m being considered for this job. It’s a dream come true. I promise I’ll do anything to land the position and I’ll be an asset.”

Blyne laughed, standing.

“I’m glad you said that, because there are some finer points that need to be finalized before you can get the position. “

He moved to the blinds and when he closed them, you turned your head.

“Finer points?”

He turns back.

“Yes, nothing major, just a little quid pro quo really. I help you, you help me.”

It didn’t really make sense, not until he moved behind your chair and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“You see, you’re a very beautiful young woman Ms. (L/N), and I’m a man that is always happy to help new and upcoming talent.”

You swallowed, now very conscious of what these finer points really were.

With a frown, you took a breath before you spoke.

“What kind of help would I have to provide to you sir?”

He chuckles, straightening as he moves back to his chair, taking a seat.

“You’re a big girl, you can figure it out.”

You frowned.

“You want me to sleep with you in order to get the position.”

“That’s a very blunt way of putting it, but yes. As I said, quid pro quo. I help you advance in the department, you help me in some more..pleasurable ways.”

You couldn’t believe this. Four years of slaving away at this stupid company and this is what you get.

“Don’t look so troubled, I’ll give you the week to think it over. Come to a conclusion. Just remember, it’s not just this position that’s on the line, but your current job.”

“That’s what he said. That bastard has no idea how close he came to getting a pen to the crotch.”

Miguel was silent beside you, and for a second, you were puzzled, but something about the way his shoulders set made you very aware of what must have been running through his mind. He moved to stand right at the second that you grabbed his arm, a bit frantic.

“N-No! Listen to me, you can’t go after him. I have nothing to hold against him and you’ll just be making yourself a bigger target to the cops.”

“THAT’S PIG DESERVES TO ROT IN PRISON!!”

You’d never seen him this mad before, nor had he ever yelled at you. He seemed furious, and you were a bit surprised when you heard what sounded like claws unsheathing. You looked down, surprised at the sharpness that now seemed present on his finger tips. His breathing also sounded a bit heavier.

Your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was going to pull away, probably dash out and save the day, but this wasn’t his battle to fight.

It was yours.

You leaned over, and he seemed a bit surprised when you wrapped your hands around his neck gently, hugging him. It took a moment, but after a while, you could feel him begin to relax. When you felt his palm on your back, you smiled.

He was worked up for your sake. Worried about you. You could never really express just how much his concern meant to you.

When the air settled, you pulled away, hands running down his arms as you finally took his hands in yours. You could feel how sympathetic he was that you were in this situation and couldn't do much.

“I’ve already decided what I’m going to do. I’m storming into that place and quitting, right after I inform the entire department of what kind of man he is.”

His shoulders relaxed slowly, and you moved back against the wall with a sigh.

“To be honest, I should feel shitty for this situation, but I really just feel horrible for the people out there, the women that face this everyday but aren’t in the position to do anything about it.”

Your eyes shift to the floor.

“I’ve been contemplating leaving that place for a while now, so I guess this was just the sign I needed.”

In a weird way, if you hadn’t met your friendly neighborhood vigilante that day, you probably would have never grown the backbone to stand up for yourself.

Turning back to him, you just give an impish smile.

“Thank you for giving me the courage to fight for myself. You’ll never understand just how grateful I am for this, for all of it.”

He shook his head.

“You don’t have to thank me. I didn’t do anything I-”

You take his hand and his words stop. He’s looking right at you and you smile. Reaching out slowly, you gently cup his cheek. You can almost see his crestfallen expression behind the mask.

“You did everything, thank you.”

He just lets out a breath, and when he pulls you into another hug, you know it’s to convey his feelings of worry, as well as give you some comfort.

You accept it, thankful.

~Three Hours Later, Leyland Apartment Complex~

“Cancel my appointments next week, I might have a full schedule.”

The laugh Blyne let out was filled with pride. Dropping his keys on the table as he closed the door. He hadn’t even managed to turn on the lights. The chill in the room caught his attention, and the open window over the view of his apartment was next. He just barely caught a figure stepping out of the shadows.

“What the he-”

The first punch connected with his stomach, and he dropped to his knees with a strained breath. His body curled against the floor and when the lights turned on, Blyne looked up in fear at the navy and crimson suit.

“Y-You’re the-”

Another kick to his gut and he grunted as he body slid against the floor and hit the nearest wall. He barely had a chance to gather himself before the vigilante approached.

“W-Wait! Wait, p-please don’t kill me!!”

He was begging for his life, and when he was grabbed by the throat and lifted off the floor as if he weighed nothing, all he could do was hold his breath.

“I didn’t come here to discuss anything, I’m telling you what’s going to happen. All of your personal files, all those videos and text and disgusting propositions that you left on your computer, they’d been uploaded to HR as well as every other server connected to your job. This time tomorrow everyone at your job is going to know what kind of scumbag you are.”

Blyne looked horrified, and when the male opened his palm and his body hit the floor he was gasping.

“The only reason you’re not breathing through a tube right now is solely because I want the pleasure of seeing that look on your face when the news outlets find out that the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies has been demanding sex from his employees. I’m going to destroy your life, and if you somehow manage to climb out of this hole you put yourself in, that’s when I’ll put you in the hospital.”

Nothing else was said, the vigilante was gone, right out the open window behind and Blyne just scrambled to his feet, running for his laptop, praying that it was all a lie.

Karma really is a bitch. 

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Harry Wells Earth 2 (Flash) - Extra 2

When you suggested a date, running across the Atlantic ocean wasn’t what you had in mind, but you have to admit, it was fun.

You laughed, and Harry smiled over the com.

When you came skating into the speed lab, he stopped the timer on his tablet, logging the information as you continued to giggle in excitement.

“That was awesome!! I was actually running on water!!”

You were practically bouncing around.

“You’re getting faster, that’s no surprise. I delayed instructing you to run on a liquid because I was afraid it would be too much too quickly, but it seems like I was wrong. You’ve adapted well.”

He sounds proud and you smile.

“Thank you so much Harry!”

You run over, hugging him and he stumbles back before he regains his footing. When he does, his hands lower, and he returns the hug.

“I told you to stop thanking me.”

He lectures playfully.

You’re still wearing the biggest smile, and when you pull away, Harry seems to be mirroring that look. It slowly changes to one of interest when his eyes stray to your lips. Your lips part, and when he lifts his hand, it’s almost hesitant.

Like he’s unsure if he should really be doing this. When his palm touches your cheek, your eyes welcome him, as if desperate for more than such a simple touch. You see the way he swallows, eyes trying to assess the situation. In a way you understand, he is a scientist. It might just be a habit. He takes one more step, and now he’s completely in your space.

“I’m sorry for the untraditional date..” He mutters.

You shake your head.

“It’s okay..”

Your hand moves to his shoulder, and you lean unto your toes to reach his height and close any remaining distance. His eyes begin to close, and just as you’re both so close-

“HARRY WE NEED YOU!!”

The alarms sound right after those words are yelled down the hall and you both pull back a bit startled. His head moves to the hallway, and you nod as you grab his hand and you both speed into the cortex. The second you get there you release and he rushes to the computers. Cisco is there, cursing under his breath.

“Ramon!”

“It’s Barry! This meta has crazy fire powers and he just set a freaking hospital on fire. Barry’s rushing people out but this place has like a million floors. Frost is there too, I need you to hold down the fort.” He advises.

There’s no complaint there. Harry is already getting to work, scanning through the plans Cisco had pulled up of the hospital.

Your heart is racing, because you’ve seen and heard the incredible things that they have done, but you’ve never gotten involved. Barry was understanding when it came to your fear of all things hero. Yet, you can see the cameras of the building as well as hear the screams over the monitor.

There’s panic and chaos.

“I’m heading out.” Cisco opens a breach and you flinch.

“T-Take me with you!!”

It comes out before you can stop yourself and Harry turns to you in question.

“(Y/N)..”

You swallow.

“I-I’m scared..”

More like terrified.

“But these people, they..they need our help. Please, take me with you.”

Cisco exchanges a look with Harry who nods.

“Okay.”

Luckily you’d already been in your suit when you were running around with Harry, so there’s no need to change. You send a brief look to Harry before you both jump in there.

The moment you step out on the other side, Cisco is running to help.

“T-Tell me what to do.”

Cisco sends you a look, then looks at the many floors, smoke coming from a few of the windows above.

“Barry has already caught the guy and cuffed him. All we need you to do is check the floors from five to ten. Grab whoever you can and get out. Frost and Barry will take care of the rest.”

You nod, and you’re gone without another word. It’s a given that Barry and Frost are probably trying to put out the flames as best they could. It is a hospital, so not all the patients have the luxury of running out. You swallow the lump in your throat and zip through the floors. The first person you see, you sort of just grab their hand.

“I-I’m here to help.”

That’s all you say before you’re running again. Your feet return to the floor outside and when you drop the citizen, they look around in surprise, then back to you with gratitude.

“T-Thank you so much!!”

You’re hugged before you can say much, and you awkwardly pat the man’s back.

“O-Of course. You should probably go get checked out.”

He nods frantically, pulling back as he sends you another grateful smile before running off. With an impish smile, you run right back into the building, rushing through every floor and grabbing whoever you can.

Half an hour later, your criminal is apprehended, the hospital is no longer flaming and there appears to be no casualties. Barry meets everyone at the front, and you join them, looking around. Frost grins at you and Cisco pats you on the back.

“Good job rookie.”

You can’t help but smile. Barry moves to your side, checking you.

“Are you alright, did you get burned anywhere?”

You shake your head.

“I’m fine I think.”

Fine is an understatement, you feel great.

Barry looks relieved, and the sound of applause pulls your attention. The bystanders are all smiling and cheering, and Barry looks back at you, rubbing your shoulder.

“Good job (Y/N).”

You nod shyly.

“Happy to help.”

After that, you all retire to Star Labs. For the time being the hospital had been shut down for renovations. All of you had stuck around to help transport any patients that needed to be in a functioning facility that did not have the aftermath of smoke.

Cisco spent the better part of the evening boasting about his skills in the chaos and both Barry and Caitlin were laughing at his exaggerations. You’d drift into the speed lab to get a breather.

It was exhilarating, you have to admit. But more than that, you fully understand why they do it. Not just for the glory, but that look that people wear when you help, the gratitude, the look of hope, it was amazing.

“How was your first official rescue?”

Harry walks in, and you smile when he takes a seat next to you.

“Kind of scary, I can’t believe firefighters do that everyday and they aren’t even speedsters!”

Harry nods.

“It’s amazing how selfless people become when there’s a need to help. I suppose I don’t have to explain that to you. I saw it first hand today. You ran over there even though you were terrified. You did good today (Y/N). You helped save a lot of people.”

Getting praised from Harry feels a million times better than anyone else. You can admit that.

“I can’t take all the credit, I had a really good role model.”

He laughs softly.

“I suppose Barry does have that effect on people.”

“I wasn’t talking about Barry.”

He looks over, brows furrowed and you just wear a small smile.

“Harry, I’ve seen you on more than one occasion run into danger with Team Flash. You always made it look so easy. They’d asked for help and you’d just dive in. No powers, no special gifts, just you. It’s incredible. You’re incredible. Thank you for everything.”

If he hadn’t encouraged you that day, you wouldn’t be here, figuring out your powers, learning them, controlling them and now using them to help others. He deserves just as much praise and more.

When he reaches out and cups your cheek, you bite your lip.

“I thought I told you about thanking me.”

You’re about to protest, but he leans in, and you almost melt at the softness of his lips. Your hands end up grabbing at his sleeve, and he turns fully, pulling you closer.

Your lips are chasing him a bit hurriedly, and Harry welcomes it when you begin to straddle him. His hands gravitate to your hips, and you hum in satisfaction when you feel his fingertips slide under the material of your suit.

You groan, a bit annoyed that he’s unable to feel much because of the fabric, and you end up pulling back. Harry parts with a breath, and his sapphire hues look so beautiful.

You huff, sliding your mask off. Next is the top part of your suit. You reach for the zipper at the front, hurriedly pulling it down and practically throwing the material to the floor.

Harry looks a bit surprised, and he doesn’t get a word in, because you’re kissing him again. His eye brows shoot up, and he moans when you start to lower him to the floor, climbing on top and your body settles over him.

You fit so perfectly, he almost thinks he’s imagining it. He has to admit he’s glad you removed the top, because the tank top under offers him a better shot at feeling the skin that’s hidden beneath. His hand slides up your back and the sound you release is amazing.

Your kisses are invigorating, and he’s returning each one with the same level of heat. Your forehead nudges his glasses at one point and he groans, pulling back.

“What’s wrong..”

You sound breathless, and when he opens his eyes, he almost moans again at the look on our face.

“My..my glasses..” He forces out.

You just give him a smile, sliding them off carefully as you place them at the side. You cup his cheeks this time, leaving a kiss on his forehead, and his heart gives a soft flutter at the simple gesture. You pull back, practically beaming at him.

“Better?”

He nods.

“Much.”

That’s all he gets out before he’s pulling you back in for a kiss. His eagerness makes you smile into the kiss, and this time around you pin his hands to the ground. You can tell by the sound he lets out that he’s a bit surprised, definitely aroused. He hasn’t parted from the kiss, and you grind into him with the intention of feeling more.

“Hey guys we’re about to go to grab some Big Belly..”

Barry’s words trail off and you lift your head, now very aware of the multiple pairs of feet before you.

Both you and Harry look up, and your cheeks flush. Barry is gaping, Caitlin is blushing and Cisco just snaps a picture.

“RAMON!!”

Cisco laughs and you stammer.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!!” You defend.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure it is. Didn’t realize you were so submissive Harry~”

Cisco’s teasing makes you more embarrassed and you hurriedly climb off Harry, trying to fix your clothes. Harry stands, now holding his glasses, a glare on his face.

“W-We’ll just go, y-you guys can continue where you left off.”

Barry says now avoiding eye contact. Before you can say much more, he’s rushing off, Caitlin right behind him. Cisco sends the both of you kissy faces before he follows behind. You’re a bit horrified. At least things hadn’t escalated. You might have actually died if they caught you with your pants down.

“I-I should probably get going too.”

You try to make a quick escape, but Harry gently takes your hand and you turn, cheeks red.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I-I w-well I-”

He pulls you in for a kiss, and your hands flatten against his chest when you begin to reciprocate.

He pulls back after a moment, and you’re dazed. Harry smirks, interlocking your fingers as he pulls you along.

You give absolutely no resistance. 

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Harry Wells Earth 2 (Flash) - Extra 1

Note: Apologies if I posted this already, I couldn't remember lol. Enjoy!

Learning that you have meta abilities, especially ones that are similar to Central City's greatest hero is a lot to swallow.

Barry was very grateful to you for restoring his speed back to its neutral state. You had to admit it felt nice to help the Flash.

Although you couldn't exactly tell anyone about your little superhero team up, knowing that you made such a difference was enough.

"I know it might be too much to just expect you to become a part of the team and start fighting bad guys, but if you want, I can show you how to control your speed. It really helps when you're running late."

Barry's invitation was sweet. You liked that he respected your decision to remain somewhat normal. Being a hero might have been his calling but it wasn't yours and you were fine with that.

So you started your little practices. Barry and his team allotted time between their hero adventures to help you master all the perks that came with being a speedster.

Harry carried out a lot of the calculations and kept recordings of your progress. When you weren't at your day job, you were in Star Labs running in the speed lab or completing other tasks to improve your abilities. The first time you'd launched a bolt of lightning you were a little hesitant, but Harry wasn't worried. The sizzling dummy before you had you gaping. Harry just jotted down a note with a small grin.

"You're improving fast. I guess it's expected. It's a lot easier when we already know the fundamentals of speedster capabilities."

You were still a bit awe struck. The entire situation was a bit hard to believe.

Harry noticed your still form, lowering his tablet.

"Is everything okay?"

You nod.

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just crazy. You guys deal with this everyday. I live in this town so I've seen a lot of the weird and unexplained, but to actually become a part of it is kind of strange."

You've come to appreciate all that Team Flash does. Everyday they lay their lives on the line for strangers. Using their gifts to stop the truly bad people.

"You all are so amazing. I know you must get this a lot, but thank you for all you do for the city. I'm sure everyone in this town feels the same way. Thank you for showing me how to make a difference, even when I didn't think I could."

Even when you doubted yourself, Harry believed.

"It was nothing. All I saw was your potential. " He adjusted his glasses, directing his gaze back to his tablet.

"I need to get these readings to Cisco so we can keep track of your speed pattern." You smile, moving to his side. He raises a brow.

"Mind if I tag along, I never really stick around for all the science stuff. I'd like to see how it all works."

Harry didn't object, so you grab your water bottle as you both head to the cortex. When you walk in Cisco is seated at the desk, munching on twizzlers. Not that you're surprised.

He catches sight of the both of you, straightening.

"Hey speedy, how was training?"

"Good I think."

Harry hands Cisco the tablet and Cisco basically shoots out of his seat.

"Are you kidding me! You managed to do the bolt of destruction!"

"We're not calling it that." Harry says blankly. You just giggle.

"Just one. It was a bit difficult."

Cisco places a hand on your shoulder.

"The fact that you can even do it with just two months of training is awesome. With this kind of progress you'll be mastering Flashtime in your sleep." Cisco is already rushing to log the notes into the computer. Cisco and Harry begin to bicker over the entries. If you're being honest you barely understand what some of the notes truly mean. The stats look a bit foreign to you.

Your eyes glance over in Harry's direction.

You've been trying to think of a way to thank him for all the assistance. You've known him for roughly two and a half months and you can tell his personality is a bit standoffish. He's blunt, short tempered and smiles are very rare. Yet, here he is on another earth protecting your city.

Maybe your need to please him isn't strictly due to your need to repay his kindness.

He is very good to look at.

"Next week we'll work on your phasing."

Harry's words pull you back and you nod in hopes that it appears as though you've been listening.

"I guess I'll see you all tomorrow then."

You squeeze your bottle, waving at them.

"Bye!"

You're gone in under five seconds and they both blink at the whiplash of wind.

The concept of phasing sounded so easy. It was actually something you were looking forward to. That's until you really understood what it fully meant.

Alas, you should have known better.

"H-Harry!"

He grabs your hand, and you're full on panicking because the lower half of your body is still phasing into the ground.

"I-I'm scared! H-How do I get it to stop!"

"Just breathe, you need to relax. I won't let you get hurt, just look at me."

You're still breathing heavily, and you direct your shaky gaze at him.

"Picture your body moving through the floor. I'm going to tug, and you'll need to do the rest."

"I-I don't think I can..."

He squeezes your hand.

"You can, I believe in you. Just trust yourself. You can do this."

You swallow and train all your focus on Harry. Taking a deep breath, you try to follow his instruction. Harry gives a tug, and your body begins to move from beneath the floor. You're slowly rising and he smiles. You stumble out and when your body is freed from the floor, you crash into his chest. He steadies you, looking you over. Your body is no longer phasing.

"You did it."

You nod, still gripping onto him. You're a bit scared that if you let go you'll sink into the floor again. It's a bit discouraging how hard this is to grasp. You have no doubt that Barry didn't struggle this much with his abilities. He seems so confident.

Fearless.

"I'm sorry that I'm so bad at this." You mutter.

"I don't expect you to master every skill all at once. You're learning. It's alright if you don't get it on the first try."

Given Harry's personality, you appreciate how patient he's been with you.

"Thanks for always putting up with me."

You finally get yourself to really let him go. Harry looks down and you can't find it in yourself to move back.

"You don't have to keep thanking me."

You really wish he hadn't said that statement so seductively, or maybe it's just your brain amplifying everything.

"I need to stop watching those hallmark movies."

It's definitely warping your reality. But then, where's the harm in asking.

"Then how exactly should I repay you.."

What possessed you to say that.

Harry himself looks surprised at the statement. You both are still very close. His hands are resting protectively on your shoulders. Given the previous situation, it makes sense. The gesture was for comfort, but now it's electing a completely different reaction.

"What if I asked for something outrageous, would you still be willing?"

You swallow, because you can't hallucinate this. It sounds like he's flirting with you.

You can't help but let your eyes stray to his lips, and he catches the action.

"Maybe I-"

"Hey (Y/N) I heard you were practicing your phasin-" Barry stumbles when he sees the lack of distance. You move back from Harry and Barry starts stammering.

"S-Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt."

Barry makes a quick escape and suddenly the air is a bit tense.

You push down the nerves that rise to the surface, turning to Harry in what you hope is confidence.

"Harry, would you like to go out sometime?"

You can tell he hadn't expected the bold move. But he doesn't seem opposed.

"Is this just payment for my help?"

You can tell that the inquiry means a lot to him.

"It isn't."

There's a bit of a twinkle in his eyes at the response and you wear a bashful smile.

"I'd love to." 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 7

When you realized there were certain dishes he tended to favor over others, you were conscious when stocking your fridge.

You realized that he loved the burgers at a truck stop close by and he was absolutely obsessed with empanadas.

So you tried your luck at making them, that’s why your apartment currently smelled like it. Usually you would hear the door, or the steps of your titan of a friend, but what you were greeted with this time was a statement of awe in a different language.

“Eso huele bien..”

You’d pretty much laid it out on a plate when you caught the words, and when he made it into your view, you raised a brow. He seemed to catch the slip, looking away. Clearly he was a bit embarrassed, because apparently that was unintentional.

“So you speak Spanish, that’s good to know.”

He was still standing there trying to look more intimidating than he actually was. With a smile, you decided to put him out of his misery, causally slipping off your apron.

“So, are you just gonna stand around, come on, dig in!”

Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed. You passed him the plate and in seconds he seemed to just drop into the chair. With a quick lift, he’d pulled the bottom of his mask right over his nose as he started to eat.

You took a moment to set out your own plate before you were seated right opposite him with your own meal. He was wolfing it down in a way that made you wonder if he’d had a meal today. Given his job description, it’s possible that he’d probably bypass a meal. You’re still not certain what his day job is, but it can’t be easy juggling both things.

“So you’re Mexican huh?”

He swallowed the last bite he took, lips forming a tight line. It’s not like he could really lie, you could see the shade of his skin, and you’d heard the words he spoke earlier.

“Irish-Mexican.”

He states.

You hum in acknowledgement.

“That’s actually kind of hot.”

He paused mid bite this time, and if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he was flustered. He awkwardly continued his meal and you laughed internally.

After about ten minutes he’d pretty much devoured every last bite, and you offered a drink as you moved to do the dishes.

“I can do them.”

You shook your head.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind. I want to.”

With a smile, you stepped back and he got to work. You meant to comment that he would wet his suit, but he didn’t seem to mind, so you just left him to work. As he was doing so, you found yourself admiring him from behind. Your eyes drifted from his broad shoulders to his strong back and then finally..

“Damn...”

“What?”

He turned and you lifted your eyes.

“N-Nothing!!”

You tried to wave it off, but he didn’t seem convinced. The little adjustments of his mask made it look like his eyes were narrowed on you suspiciously. He just gave you that look before he was back to the dishes. You, very shamelessly returned your gaze to his very nice ass.

“Double cheeked up on a Tuesday night for real..”

“What?”

You jumped, shaking your head as you made a poor excuse about checking the laundry. He just watched you leave, clearly a bit lost.

The following morning, you were grinning as you thought about it. You were grateful that he seemed just a tad bit oblivious.

Humming, you walked down the busy streets on your way to work. It was nice being around him. At the very least, he was the best moral compass a person could have.

“S-Stop that man!! He has my purse!!”

The yell came from behind you, and you turned, along with a few other bystanders, who caught sight of a hooded man booking it in your direction. A few police seemed hot on his trail, and the group of people were just parting as the man ran through.

“Stop that guy!!”

Someone called, yet no one seemed willing to intervene. Not that you could blame them. He could have a gun, or some kind of weapon.

People continued to move out the way, and you’d intended to do the same, but for a second, your eyes moved back to the woman behind and you gritted your teeth, clenching your bag. The second he was within distance, you swung, and to your surprise, the force and speed had knocked him off his feet.

He fell back with a thud, and the cops that had been in pursuit were on him in seconds. The woman was pacing over, letting out a sigh of relief when an officer cuffed your thief and the other held out the bag. She took it happily.

The guy looked pissed, but the officer just laughed, sending you a smile.

“Good swing.” He complimented.

You nodded, still a bit frazzled and the woman ran over to you with a smile as she hugged you.

“T-Thank you so much!!”

You couldn’t help but smile as you patted her back a bit bashfully.

“N-No problem.”

Looks like Spiderman was a better influence than you thought.

“I literally sucked the guy, it was crazy!”

You were explaining the events of the day to him.

“Sounds like New York might have two vigilantes.”

You laugh.

“I think stopping a thief with pure luck is a far reach to running into burning buildings.”

“You never know.”

With a smile, you relax on the couch.

“Honestly, thank you Mr. Spiderman. A few months ago that would not have even been a thought. It..It felt really nice to help someone.”

You have to admit. Now you get exactly why he does it. That feeling, making a difference, it was nice.

“You did that all on your own. I’m proud of you, (Y/N).”

The statement caught you a bit off guard. He was seated, and the mask blocked all expressions, but you could almost feel the approval, pride that he had for you. It made you strangely embarrassed. Looking down at your lap, you just laughed it off.

Getting praised felt even better, especially if it’s from him. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 6

Every meeting, every visit, you seemed to learn something about him and yourself.

Your views on life, they were different. 

That was no surprise. 

Yet, whenever you came to him with a crappy day at work, or a problem you couldn’t even talk to some of your closest friends about, he’d magically say just the right thing.

Your discussions ranged from just about any to everything. There were times you talked, and other times you would just sit and enjoy the quiet. This particular night, you feel obligated to tell him of your views of his lifestyle.

“You probably already know this, but I really admire what you do. If I had your powers I’d definitely be robbing banks.”

“I’d probably have to take you down then.”

You laughed.

“Yeah, I guess you would.”

You just sat there, watching the many buildings and lights below. Tonight you were both just sitting on the balcony.

“It must be scary, always going out there, fighting.”

You couldn’t imagine it, but he’d been doing it for who knows how long.

“I don’t have the luxury of fear.”

His statement made you turn.

“Every person out there that needs help, they’re scared. Sometimes they’re alone and frightened and they probably think no one hears, or even cares. If I stop to think about fear, then those people, they’re voices go unheard. Fear is necessary for survival, but it doesn’t have to rule us.”

A very interesting take on fear.

Yet another reason for you to admire this selfless man.

“Are you like a philosopher in your daily life, because you always seem to quote something universally wise?”

“Maybe I’m just a wise guy.”

“Hmmm.”

You fought a giggle, looking back at your feet. You enjoy these talks, but there’s been an unsettling thought that has lingered. Possibly since the moment you saved his life.

“Mr. Spiderman..”

He turns at the call.

“If you’re ever in danger again, you know you can always come here right?”

The first time was impulse. You know he’d just jumped on the nearest landing spot he could have found at the time. It was a coincidence. That’s why you feel like you need to let him know that you have his back. He doesn’t talk about family or friends.

A part of it could be to maintain his identity, but there is a feeling that tells you on some level, he must be somewhat alone in all this. There’s not many people he would probably be running around telling that he’s the vigilante.

Whatever the size of his circle, it can’t be very big. That’s why you feel you need to assure him that he can depend on you to be there.

“I appreciate the offer. But I’m going to try and avoid it getting to such a point.”

You feel a bit relieved. At the very least, he’s not reckless.

“I’d actually prefer that too.” You agree.

You feel a bit more satisfied now. Letting out a soft sound, you lean over, placing your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, not at the moment, but after a second you feel him lean a bit closer and you smile.

It’s nice to have this type of companionship, even if there is no one you can tell. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 5

For some reason, those little meetings continued.

The third time was reassurance of your safety, but all the other visits were his choice, and it made you strangely happy to think at the very least, he saw you as a comrade.

After a while you’d started to leave your door open for him. That’s why you weren’t that shocked when you heard the footsteps as you were moving around in the kitchen. You casted a look around the wall, and there he was, standing tall.

He seemed a bit nervous, or possibly just out of his element.

“You don’t have to stand around every time you stop by, have a seat.”

He took notice of the cushioned chair that was now against the wall next to your balcony door. He only ever really came after dark. You supposed after his little patrol night shifts. For a moment he just stood there, then finally took a seat, still a bit antsy. You just smiled, mixing some sugar into the cup of tea you were preparing.

“I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

It felt necessary to tell him your name. After all, he already knew your face, and where you lived.

“I don’t expect you to tell me yours or anything. Secret identity and all that. I respect it.”

You finally moved to your couch, and he just tilted his head in your direction, clearly trying to make sense of all of this.

“You’re strangely calm about all of this.”

You shrug.

“I guess so. I think I had the first two visits to freak out. I’d like to think at this point we’re acquaintances.”

You casually took a sip of your drink as you sighed, leaning back in your seat. He still appeared to be calculating the situation.

“So uh, any hobbies?”

It was a poor start to a conversation, but you weren’t sure what questions you could ask that wouldn’t impose on his identity.

“I’m good at sewing.”

For a second you thought it was a joke, but you studied the suit and you actually had to admit you were impressed. Now that you thought about it, he couldn’t exactly go into a store and request a spiderman suit.

“Nice.”

You took another sip, and once again a strange sense of quiet settled. You didn’t say anything else, you didn’t feel like you had to. It was sort of nice to just sit in silence for a while.

“You’re not uncomfortable with me just sitting here, quiet.”

You shook your head.

“The way I see it, your job is stressful. My job’s a kick in the ass sometimes, but I like what I do, and I have to assume that in some way you must really feel a passion if you’re out there every night trying to make the city a better place. Moments where you can just sit and appreciate the quiet, even if it’s only for a moment, it’s good. So if you just need a place to sit and think, you can stop by here whenever you want. That’s why I got the chair.”

He looks down, and all you give is a smile.

“It doesn’t scare you, what I do.”

“Oh it terrifies me.”

You laughed and he seemed to expect it.

“To be honest, there’s not much in the world that doesn’t scare me. I can’t control the fact that I’m pretty much a coward.”

You lean forward, placing your cup down on the table next to you.

“But I’m not the one with freakish powers risking my life, so I think it’s okay if I’m scared.”

You could never do what he did, even if you’d been given similar abilities. You probably would have just crawled in a hole and pretend it didn’t exist.

“You’re not a coward.”

“I appreciate you saying that but-”

“It’s what I know. When those cops came you could have turned me in, you could have left me right outside on that balcony. You were scared and you still stuck your neck out for me. From where I stand, you’re not a coward. Not at all.”

You weren’t sure if he understood how much that meant to you. This time your smile was much brighter.

“Thank you.”

He shook his head.

“No, thank you.”

You giggle, jumping to your feet.

“Is there anything I can get for you? I’ve got burgers, pizza and I think a few empanadas from that place down the street.”

You waited for him to make a request.

“How good are the empanadas?”

You laugh.

“Really good.”

“Then I guess there’s no debate.”

With an extra pep in your step, you head for the fridge, excited for this new friendship. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 4

After the encounter, your days were strangely back to normal. It was almost a month and you felt better than ever. 

You would see your vigilante friend every now and then on the news, and once you’d even see him swinging through the city, off to save another life. It felt nice to know despite what he went through, he was still fighting the good fight.

You respected everything he stood for.

Maybe that’s why the next time you were more surprised than scared.

“Mr. Spiderman..”

He was just casually standing by your balcony, and when you opened the door, he gave you a once over, as if checking to see if you were okay.

“I..I have to admit I didn’t think you would come back again.”

He nodded, and you stepped back, ushering him inside.

“You really should lock that door.”

You laughed softly.

“We’re on the eighth floor, I’m not exactly worried about serial killers getting in from there.”

Well, he supposed that was true.

“You should be more guarded.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how protective he was acting. Maybe the whole hero thing was just a part of his personality.

“I’ll try to be more careful with the door.”

He seemed satisfied with the response, and for a moment you just looked at him.

“Now that he’s here, I have to admit he’s pretty hunky.”

Hunky was an understatement, this guy is built like a truck.

“You think I’m hunky?”

Your face was blank for a moment before it flushed.

“D-Did I say that out loud!!”

“You did.”

You were mortified.

“P-Please disregard all of it!!”

You couldn’t believe it. That was actually kind of shameless.

You couldn’t see his expression, but from the way he moved his head, it was clear he was at least amused.

“I can look past it if you tell me something.”

“Anything!!”

You’d give him your social security number if he’d just erase that from his mind.

“Before, you said no one had ever helped you. Are you in some kind of trouble?”

He seemed invested and you realized just how dire you must have sounded. Now you get why he came back.

“You really do have a hero complex huh?”

He paused then folded his arms in a way that you thought was kind of cute. It was like he was trying to defend himself, but couldn’t. You giggled, waving your hand.

“It’s nothing horrible, just the usual workplace harassment. My boss is a bit of a scumbag. For the most part he just makes misogynistic comments and sends me those disgusting looks but I’m fine. I have a steady stream of income and it’s not like he’s propositioning me either.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

He sounded angry, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it. No one had really cared enough to say that. A few of your friends had made statements like it happens to a lot of people or just brush it off, or he’ll get bored.

You knew they were trying to be helpful, but you didn’t want those types of assurances. You wanted someone to actually understand, at the very least sympathize.

“Maybe you can roll in and intimidate him with that scary mask of yours.”

You joked.

“Where do you work?”

You thought he was joking for a moment, but he seemed serious.

“I-I’m kidding! Please don’t show up at my work!!”

You lifted your hands to discourage him and he shifted in place.

“Fine.”

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you. The last thing I need is you getting cornered by cops again.”

Your first encounter played back in your head, and you blushed, muttering under your breath.

“A-Anyway, you probably have a busy night, you know, saving the city and all. I won’t keep you.”

He must have realized, because he didn’t really say anything, just turned. When he started making his way to the door, you watched his gait, the way he carried himself with purpose and confidence. A part of you envied it. Even without these abilities he was probably a very reliable and confident person.

When he stopped at the door, your evaluation halted.

“If it ever gets bad, please, let me know.”

You were a bit stunned by the offer, but thankful just the same.

“I will. Thank you, really.”

He did not have to come back, much less check in on you, but he did and it was sweet.

“I guess I’ll see you, Mr. Spiderman. Try to stay out of trouble. Not sure my trick will work twice.”

You didn’t expect much of a reaction, but he actually chuckled, and you found your heart gave a little thump at the sound.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Just like that he was gone again and you were left watching his retreating form.

“Definitely a hunky guy under that mask.”

It just had to be.

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Hashirama Senju (Naruto) - Oneshot

You’ve known Hashirama all your life. 

You grew up with him, so you knew how much of an imbecile he was. He was just a few years older, so it was no surprise that you looked up to him. Between all the friendships, chaos, wars, you never really knew how certain things would end. Given what an idiot is, there was cause for worry.

Yes, he might have been a complete clown, but more than anything you knew, Hashirama was one of the most dependable and strongest men that you’ve ever known.

“Senju-sama.”

You walked into the office of the Hokage and he lifted his head with a smile.

“(Y/N)-san, I told you, there’s no need to address me so formally. We’re friends.”

“As you wish, Senju-sama.”

He just sighed in defeat, and you stepped over, handing over your report from your mission.

He took the documents, immediately looking it over.

“It seems you’ve done pretty well, no casualties?”

“None.”

He nods, eyes still scanning the documents.

“It’s hard to believe, it feels like just yesterday you were a rookie, and now you’re a Jonin. One of the best. If you’d tried to become hokage you probably would have beaten me.”

“Without a doubt.”

He sulked.

“How cruel (Y/N)-san.”

You were used to his neurotic behavior.

“You should stop holding onto the past.”

Your words made him look up. While your expressions tended to be quite stern, he understood in a sense why you said such a thing.

The war between the Uchiha Clan was messy. Despite the bad blood, Madara was still his friend. A friend he had to kill.

“I always wondered, but you’ve never forgiven me, have you (Y/N).”

You grew stiff, and you just diverted your gaze.

“There isn’t a need for forgiveness. He was an enemy, you were protecting the village. In war, people die. That’s life.”

With that you turned, and he watched as you disappeared in a cloud.

“No need for forgiveness huh.”

He wished he could believe it.

But the memories he held were different.

“M-Madara-san, train with me!!” You called.

“I-Idiot!! What are you doing here!!”

You were laughing, and Hashirama looked just as surprised. While he tended to come on his own to visit Madara, he was certain no one followed, especially you. They were all pretty much children, but you were younger, so the fact that you’d managed to follow without his knowledge was a bit impressive.

“I’m practically a Jonin, Hashirama didn’t even know I was here!!”

You were grinning and Madara turned to Hashirama with a glare.

“YOU IDIOT!!”

Hashirama flinched, dropping to his knees as he sulked.

“You’re right I’m an idiot.”

You just continued to laugh as you jumped on Hashirama’s back.

“Don’t worry, I still love you even if you’re an idiot.”

You were grinning and Madara merely smiled when Hashirama started laughing along with you.

Those days felt like centuries ago.

“No use dwelling on it.”

He couldn’t change what happened, he could only hope for a better future.

So he carried on.

Assigning missions, visits from Tobirama who never failed to tell him when he was doing or saying something stupid, and then trips you would make to be of assistance.

Weeks tend to become crazy, so he’s not surprised when you stop by one night with a bento which he took happily. You just frowned at the messy state of his office.

“Your office is horrible.”

He stopped mid bite to sulk and you just started clearing off the mess. It’s obvious that he’d been spending a few nights here. There was an array of cup noodles and other foods, along with some gambling items. You glared when you saw the first one and he froze.

“I-It’s not as bad as it seems.”

You looked him right in the eye as you threw away any of the tickets that haven't been used and he spent the next ten minutes crying about it.

“You need to stop acting like an idiot, you’re a grown man.” You grumbled.

He just rubbed the back of his head.

“According to Tobirama that is debatable.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Hashirama could only laugh.

Once you’d cleaned up everything, his desk was starting to actually look like one again.

“Look at that, I might just have to appoint you secretary.”

“To see your face all day, no thanks.”

Cue another sulk.

“You’re right, my face is deplorable.”

“He’ll never change.”

At this point you shouldn’t be surprised.

For a moment you just watch him. While he’s nothing short of a buffoon, you have to admit that you feel secure knowing the village is under his care. He’s always been steadfast in his work and you’ve always..always..

Your eyes move to your feet.

“Even now I can’t even admit it to myself.”

It’s a bit pathetic, this one sided pining.

“(Y/N).”

You look up, a bit startled that he’s standing right before you. You hadn’t even realized that he got out of his seat.

“Is everything alright?”

How do you answer such a question?

Physically you’re fine.

There’s no reason to worry him over something so trivial.

“I’m fine. You should be more worried about yourself. All that junk food can’t be good for you.”

You turn, heading for the door.

“You can’t run the village if you don’t look after your health. Try to be more conscious.”

Once again you’re retreating. Seems that’s the only thing you’re truly good at.

“Have you forgiven me?”

You stop in place.

“Why the hell does he keep bringing that up?”

It’s irritating.

“I know there must be some part of you that’s angry with me.”

“Stop spouting nonsense.”

How could he even think that?

You don’t want to have this conversation.

“I have to go.”

You go marching right out the door, and Hashirama’s eyes stay planted in that direction.

You always do that, run when you feel he’s getting too close. When anyone gets close. That night as you’re tucked into your bed, you can’t seem to fall asleep. Your eyes move to the window and when you feel that familiar stream of chakra you sigh.

“Are you going to keep hiding like a stalker?”

In a second, he is standing in your room. He just laughs.

“I thought it would be nice to check in, since you took care of me.”

A stupid excuse. You can see right through him.

“The Hokage shouldn’t be running errands for villagers.” You reason.

You straighten in your bed.

Now that he’s here, there’s no use avoiding the conversation. You feel like a hypocrite, lecturing him about holding onto the past when you’re the one who’s stuck there.

Your head lowers, and when he takes in the heavy look in your eyes, he moves over, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

“I wasn’t angry at you.”

He turns to you, ready to hear whatever you have to say.

“I knew how close you were, how close we both were. I know it must have killed you inside to be the one who had to stop him. But you did so, regardless. You did what you could to protect the village. After that, you were distant and I felt useless.”

Your eyes moved to your lap.

“I thought that if I could become stronger, then the next time we face such a battle, I would be the one to fight. I wanted to spare you pain because I..I..”

Your hands shake.

“I love you..Hashirama…”

You can’t look up, you’re a bit terrified to see what kind of reaction he has. When his palm closes over your own, you lift your head, and his smile is warm.

“I’m glad.”

Your cheeks flush and you look away.

“Y-You’re still an idiot..”

You mumble.

You expect his usual reaction, but he lets out a soft laugh that warms your heart.

“Then it’s a miracle. I am grateful to you.”

Your cheeks just darken. It’s annoying how happy his words make you.

“Aren’t you going to look at me?”

You shake your head childishly. He’s still smiling.

“I would prefer to see your face when I tell you that I love you (Y/N).”

Your eyes widen and you turn to him in shock.

His expression holds so much love. When he cups your cheeks, your eyes shake.

“I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to tell you.”

Your brows knit, and you barely have a chance to say much before his lips are pressed to your own. Your body trembles slightly at the touch. There was a time you thought these feelings would go nowhere. You’d made yourself physically tough and tried your hardest to block everything else out. Even love. After losing a friend, you supposed you just didn’t want to feel pain like that again.

Love is painful, but also beautiful. You're grateful to Hashirama for reminding you. His touch, his kiss, it’s everything you’ve ever imagined. He tastes so sweet, you’re not even sure how that’s possible. One of your hands moves to his shoulder, gripping at the material there. 

You release a soft moan when his lips part for a second and he urges you to do the same. He pulls back, just an inch to look at you, and for a moment you do before he claims your lips again, deepening the kiss. You feel lost in the feel of it, your body feels a bit warm.

You lean into him, and you assume he’s about to do the same.

However, a hand lands and your breast and your face heats up. You pull back hurriedly, covering your chest.

“P-Pervert!! Where are you touching!!”

“Eh? I thought you said you loved me? Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear those words?”

“Y-You shameless bastard!!”

He laughs, and when he presses you lightly against the bed, you’re stunned. You fall into your back, flustered. His hands are at your sides on the bed, and you feel a bit captured.

“I love you (Y/N).”

The confession has you red as a cheery, and he leans in, pressing another kiss to your lips. Your brows knit, and he smiles against your lips when he feels your return eagerly.

“How cute.”

He's grown used to your personality. You were a lot more honest when you were younger. Now you’re a lot more reserved, but he’s still very keen to your reactions, your desires, your heart.

This time his hand slides under your shirt, and you can’t fight back the moan. He pulls away to press kisses to your neck.

You grab at the material on his back as his hand begins to explore.

“H-Hashirama…”

He hums, lips brushing your ear.

“Would you like me to stop?”

There’s a teasing tone in his voice and you quiver when he nips at your ear.

“Tell me.”

He’s being so smug, you should sock him in the stomach, but you don’t have the nerve. You just pull him closer.

“N-No..”

He smiles, leaning in for another kiss as he removes his hand altogether. For a moment you’re lost in the kiss, and when he pulls back, your eyes flutter open and he’s just smiling. He’s pulled you both back into a seated position.

“Let’s stop here today (Y/N).”

For a moment you just stare at him, and then you gape, embarrassed.

He played you.

“B-BASTARD!!”

You punch him right in the jaw and he goes flying out the window.

He will forever be an idiot.

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 3

For the better part of the day, the floor was your best friend.

It took about an hour for you to regain any real strength to get up again, and when you did you realized you would definitely have to clean all the blood on your floor. At the moment it looked like you’d just hide a body.

Deciding that you would not like to go to jail for a murder you definitely did not commit, you got to work, scrubbing the floors clean and taking out your trash.

When it was finally done, you’d turned on the tv, very interested in thinking about anything other than almost getting busted by police.

You kept flicking the channels until you caught the news anchor covering the story of an explosion.

“Spiderman has done it again. An unlucky gas leak in one of New York’s beloved restaurants has led to what could have been terrifying casualties. After stabilizing an entire floor, Spiderman guided over three dozen citizens to safety. However, this did not come without a price. Reports say that he was still inside when the last tank went off. Sources spotted the masked vigilante fleeing the scene as the police pursued him. Now we hear from some of the lucky citizens.”

The camera moved to a woman who was talking animatedly.

“It was crazy, he just flew in and held up the pillar like it was a freaking loaf of bread. My husband and I were having our dinner when the first explosion went off. This guy literally saved everyone in that building!! I don’t care what the cops say, the guy is a hero!! Thank you Spiderman!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You get why the cops would try to discourage vigilantism, but it’s obvious this guy is doing more good than anything else. Even if he was just in it for the fame, at least he wasn’t out there robbing banks.

“I would have definitely done that if I had his powers.”

You grinned at the thought, turning the television off as you tried to take a breath and figure out what the next course of action was. You could just show up to work and say it was a false alarm, but you were running on close to no sleep and you weren’t really looking forward to dealing with your asshole boss after the night you had.

So you stayed in.

You ordered food, took a shower and became a couch potato for the entire day. In a way, you felt like you deserved it.

When night came, you were sure to get in bed early. Your body still felt like it was putting everything together. So as your head hit the pillow, you prayed for an easier day tomorrow.

As luck would have it, when you woke up, there was no bleeding vigilante in your living room.

“That’s a good sign.”

It’s the little victories.

With an extra pep in your step, you did your morning routine and went to work like you hadn’t aided and abetted a vigilante that the police specifically said not to help. Maybe it’s the fact that you knew no one would believe it that you felt so relaxed. That or the shock hadn’t really set in yet.

Whatever it was, you knew that you had a job today.

So you got to work and went about as normal. Nothing extraordinary happened. You did your job, got your lunch, even managed to text a few friends that you’d left on reading the previous day. You were even lucky enough not to see your douchebag of a boss.

By the time you made it back to your apartment, you felt strangely good. Maybe it was the fact that you felt like for once in your life you’d made the right choice. Even though you failed to stand up for yourself so many times, you’d helped when it mattered, and it turns out it was the right thing, because the man the police were trying so hard to put down was out there risking his life for people everyday without so much as a thank you. He was doing what you wished you could do for yourself and many others.

At the moment, that felt like enough. At least you could say that you’d done one thing in your life that mattered.

Stepping into your kitchen, you were humming as you moved to close the door at your balcony, yet, the shadow that casted over there made you freeze, and when your eyes spotted that tall frame, you somewhat froze.

He opened it easily, stepping inside and you swallowed.

“You shouldn’t leave your door open.”

He was giving you a lecture while he was breaking in, how classy.

He took a step, and you took one back, unsure.

It was all well and nice when he was injured, even watching him on tv, but having him around you left you a little overwhelmed. His stature was daunting and you’d seen footage of some of the things he’d done on tv.

Lifting cars, punching bank robbers, soaring through the sky with the agility and ease of an acrobat. It was a bit terrifying.

“I-I”

“Did you talk to the police?”

The question caught you a bit off guard, and suddenly it made sense. Of course he came back to interrogate you.

You did your best to steady your voice before you spoke.

“No. No I didn’t. They didn’t come by and I didn’t see a reason to walk into a precinct and tell them about my Monday night activities.”

It was a bit snarky, but it felt warranted seeing as how he barely waited a full two days before he assumed you’d ratted him out.

The space was quiet, and his mask eyes narrowed in a manner that made you wonder what kind of electronics he had on those things that seemed to mirror his serious expressions that copied his tone.

Now that you were getting a better look, you had to admit the suit was impressive. The navy and crimson designs were intricate, almost calculated. The insignia on his chest was a spider, which made sense given the nickname.

“Why did you help me?”

His tone suddenly sounded accusing, like he was expecting an extortion or some ulterior motive. If you were in his position, maybe you would have thought the same.

In this situation, you could lie. Say that you were scared and you thought he would hurt you, so you acted in a way to save your own life. But he would surely see past that, or maybe not.

You could say any number of things, yet the truth, it felt almost warranted.

So you sucked up your nerves, and you told him.

“No one..no one has ever tried to help me. Not really. I’ve always been told to fend for myself and suck it up. For a while I guess I just accepted it. All I’ve ever wanted was for one person just to see that I needed help and reach out and offer a hand, but no one did.”

You swallow, looking at your feet.

“When I saw you there hurt, beaten down I just..wanted to help you the way no one had ever done for me. I thought at the very least, I could help the guy that protects helpless people like me everyday..”

It was the truth, and you supposed he believed it. His form looked like it had relaxed just a little and he looked to the side.

“You didn’t just help me, you saved my life.”

His words made your eyes grow wide, and before you could stop it, you were smiling, then crying. You dropped to your knees, sobbing pathetically.

“Thank goodness…”

It must have taken him a lot to admit that he needed help, but this one visit, those simple words made you unimaginably happy. 

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Byakuya Kuchiki - (Oneshot): Soulmate.

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You figured it was only a matter of time before those annoying reapers came looking for you.

Your grandmother always told you your power would draw attention.

After avoiding that asshole Aizen, you figured you had less worries. But your short temper had resulted in a burst of reiatsu, and now you were bound with a kido at your wrists as they led you into the first division of the Gotei 13.

“Head Captain.”

The reaper reported as he brought you to the center. All the captains were lined up, and you stopped right at the entrance as all eyes turned to you. When the reaper left, you just sent an unimpressed look in their direction.

They were so naive, did they think they’d actually captured you? The only reason you hadn’t put up a fight was because you didn’t have the money to rebuild your place again if a battle broke out. That arrancar that came for you learned the hard way, but you were the one that ended up homeless for a few months.

“What a hassle.”

“Do you understand the reason that you were brought to the Soul Society?”

You frowned at the older male’s words.

You recognized him too.

Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

He looks older now.

“You lost the sad ponytail old man.”

Your statement caused his eyes to open, and you realized the moment he took a good look at you, he recognized.

“(L/N).”

You just nod. After all, he knew your grandmother well. You were practically a clone of her when she was your age.

Temper included.

“My grandmother was on board with the whole protect the world arrangement you both had, but I don’t share that sentiment. I would like to be left alone. I have no interest in forming an alliance with anyone. Especially reapers.”

Your words didn’t earn very happy expressions.

“Leave me be, and I’ll do the same for all of you.”

Those were your terms.

“You dare speak so casually to the Head Captain.” The words of the dark haired reaper that was now glaring at you made your eyes harden.

“I have no loyalties to the old bastard.”

His stance adjusted and when he reached for the sword, you remained calm.

“Come.”

One simple instruction and he’d landed at your side. The other captains in the room look startled when he stood at your side almost protectively, sword now faced to his comrades threateningly.

“Kuchiki-taicho!” Toshiro called, but gained nothing but a harsh look. He was acting as though they were the enemies now.

There weren't even any noticeable changes to his body, yet it was clear that somehow you’ve easily manipulated his actions.

Mayuri seems intrigued.

“How interesting.”

He was grinning too widely for someone who’s comrade had just been practically taken hostage.

Yamamoto didn’t even seem impressed. Clearly he remembers the gifts your grandmother possessed.

“You are just as ill tempered as Shirayuki.”

Yamamoto stated.

He should have expected as much.

“Release my reaper.” 

He instructed.

“If you agree to keep your reapers away from me, I’ll leave and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

“I cannot do that.”

You huffed, agitated. You were hoping you could at least bargain, but he was just as stubborn as your grandmother had told you.

Clearly your tactic to blackmail him wasn’t going to work.

“Just great.”

Looks like you don't need grumpy over here anymore.

“Kuchiki.”

Byakuya turned at the call, and you lifted your hand to snap and release him, but you were pleasantly surprised when he stepped forward, placing a hand on your cheek. Your eyes widened when he leaned down, kissing you passionately.

Everyone in the room was staring and your face turned fifty shades of red as you pulled back, pressing the back of your hand to your lips in alarm. He looked completely dazed and you could barely form words. You’d fallen right onto your butt, and when he tried to approach again, you snapped your fingers.

“R-Release!!”

He blinked, and stopped in place, looking no different. When his eyes casted on your form, he seemed a bit confused, clearly trying to figure out when he’d move or why you were on the ground looking at him with such an expression. His eyes moved back to the captains who wore similarly shocked expressions.

“I-It’s not possible he..”

You were still trying to make sense of it, the only recollection you have of such a thing happening was the one instance that she warned you of.

“Our abilities are very strong, there is however a force that can break from the control we have”

Now you’re intrigued.

“What is it?”

Your grandmother looked serious for a moment, but the second you saw the way she was beaming, you could pretty much guess the answer.

“True love of course!!”

You just looked away, annoyed.

“There’s no such thing, quit messing around.”

She waved her finger around.

“Don’t be cynical. There’s only one person that can truly combat the effects and that’s your soul mate. They react very differently to our spiritual pressure, so when you find that person, hold onto them tightly.”

You thought it was a myth, a ploy. She liked to play pranks like that on you. Especially when she’d realized you both had the same capabilities.

“T-This can’t be…”

There’s no way your soul mate was that emotionally stunted brick wall. You wouldn’t accept this, not at all.

You dropped to your knees, holding out your wrists in surrender.

“I-I GIVE UP!! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST KEEP THAT PSYCHO AWAY FROM ME!!”

And that was how you became the soul reapers lap dog.

It was purely bad luck on your part, but you didn’t have much of a choice. You’d formed an alliance and agreed to help with any disruptions in the world of the living. Since you weren’t exactly normal, you weren’t looking forward to ducking the scumbags for the next couple hundred years of your life.

“This sucks.”

Every time you remembered the encounter you got irritated.

All that work was for nothing. You almost can’t believe it.

You’ve been asked to report any activity to Kisuke. That’s the reason behind your sour mood. The only thing worse than working with the reapers was talking to that poorly dressed idiot.

“(L/N)-san, what a nice surprise.”

He was wearing that stupid grin and you just wanted to plant your foot into his face. Ichigo stepped forward, and you realized that it was one of those days. Today you’d have to go to the soul society.

Just great.

As if your day wasn’t already sucky enough.

~Soul Society~

Three of the captains stood right outside the entrance to the Sekaimon.

“Waiting for your girlfriend Kuchiki-taicho~”

Shinji’s teasing words earned nothing but a glare from Byakuya. Ukitake just laughed softly.

“Now, now, let’s not get too rowdy.” 

Shinji made a habit of riling up Byakuya which wasn’t the best given his temperament.

At the start Byakuya was unaware of why the Head Captain enlisted not one but three captains to pick you up from the Seikaimon, but after he’d seen the destruction you caused when you got into that scuffle with Kenpachi, well, it became obvious.

“Is that all you got!!”

Kenpachi lifted his blade, and when he saw you lift your fist, he expected a head on attack.

“Destroy.”

One single word from you had leveled all the trees behind him. He’d just barely dodged what looked like a circular disk that went flying in his direction. When it hit the building behind, Kenpachi grinned, because you held a sword that looked like an exact replica of his own.

The both of you had just seemed to get started when Byakuya showed up and ultimately parted the fight. Not that it took much. You’d been heated in the battle, but the second you saw him you wore a weird expression and pretty much retreated like a scared kitten screaming…

“K-KEEP THAT PSYCHO AWAY FROM ME!!”

Ironic considering you’d previously been battling an actual psycho.

Byakuya’s eyes shifted ahead as he tried to recall what the others had told him. The main reason behind Shinji’s constant teasing.

“I kissed her.”

Shinji was grinning when he said it, and Ukitake seemed awkward. Shinsui wore a similar smirk.

“Didn’t realize you were such a loverboy Kuchiki.”

The glare he directed at both men could have destroyed a mountain, yet they continued to laugh at his confused expression.

He didn’t remember any of it.

Maybe that’s what bothered him the most. He recalled reaching for his blade, and the next thing he knew, you were on the floor, face red. Since then you’d been diligently working with the Gotei 13 in exchange for no direct interactions with him. When he told the Head Captain he wanted to speak with you, he thought he would object to keep the peace, but he said nothing of the sort.

Only gave him a warning, or was it advice?

“There is a reason that you reacted that way to her spiritual pressure. You are different.”

That’s all he said.

He couldn’t make much of the words, so he decided that he needed to go right to the source. When the Sekaimon opened, they all turned, and his eyes directed at the two bodies that stepped through. Ichigo’s hair was a dead give away. The second the light faded he caught your eyes.

You recognized him immediately and just like that, your face was red.

“W-WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!!”

You looked alarmed, and Ukitake moved to ease your nerves.

“We apologize, Kuchiki-taicho has requested to speak with you.”

“We had a deal!!!”

You were fuming and when Ichigo caught that look on your face, he grabbed you from behind covering your mouth.

“Would you cut it out!! Are you trying to bring Kenpachi right to us!!”

He wasn’t looking forward to another battle, and truthfully, neither were you. After a moment you deflated and Shinji laughed. Ichigo released you and you grumbled under your breath.

“W-Whatever!! Let’s just get this over with!”

You just needed to see the Head Captain and then you could leave.

Storming ahead, the others followed behind as you made your way through the squad barracks.

“I can’t believe this, that old bastard. He promised he would keep that Kuchiki away from me.”

Every time you looked at him you could feel your heart race. Grabbing the front of your shirt you continued to glare at everything in sight. A few reapers had scrambled when they crossed your path. Both from your looks and the dark energy seeping from your body.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you failed to notice a pair of steel eyes on you.

“I make her uneasy.”

Given what he was told, he understood. More than anything he thought he’d be more irritated, but being around you was surprisingly calm, especially given how unhinged your personality seems.

“Why did I kiss you?”

The question made everyone freeze in place, clearly not expecting such a straightforward approach. You turned to him, once again wearing that flustered expression with your mouth agape.

“B-BECAUSE YOU’RE A PERVERT!!!”

With that you disappeared and Ukitake merely sighed.

“It seems you’ve upset her Kuchiki-taciho.”

Byakuya just turned.

“It does not take much to achieve that.”

Shinji laughed at the response.

After your quick escape, you finally landed in the first division, storming through the door. Sasakibe didn’t seem very surprised, and Yamamato lifted his head.

“(L/N).”

“Don’t you give me that!!! You promised you’d keep that Kuchiki captain away from me!! WHY WAS HE AT THE GATE!!”

“He was curious about your abilities.”

“That’s not my problem!! Damn it I knew this would happen!!! I have no idea why my grandmother liked you assholes!! You’re all so detestable!!”

Sasakibe lifted his blade.

“Be respectful in the way you speak to the Head Captain.”

You gritted your teeth and Yamamoto stood. You thought he was about to retaliate, but he didn’t.

“Regardless of your personal feelings, Shirayuki was an ally.”

It pissed you off to hear him say her name so casually, like they were friends. You remembered the encounters when you were younger, so you knew that out of all the members here, he was the one that had the most interaction with her. But hearing her name from his mouth, it was painful.

“If that was true, why didn’t you save her?”

Yamamoto isn’t oblivious to the anger in your eyes. He came to the same conclusion when you first showed up.

“You knew she was getting weaker!! She wasn’t as strong and you let that hollow tear her to pieces!!! WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO CALL HER A FRIEND WHEN YOU ABANDONED HER!!”

You were so caught up in your grief that you didn’t realize that Ichigo and the others were right behind you. Your fists were clenched at your side, eyes lowered to the floor.

“All that talk about love and soulmates, it’s garbage…in the end we all just die alone..”

It was a painful realization.

“She did not die alone.”

Your eyes lifted to combat him, but the purple ribbon that he held out, it shocked you. It was similar to the one that was wrapped around his beard. Your eyes shook, because you recognized the ties. Your hand moved shakily to the one that resided in your own hair in shock.

“This ribbon, it’s my favorite. There are only two people in the world who have it. The two most important people in my life. You, and my soulmate. I hope that one day you can find the same love that I did, (Y/N).”

She’d smiled when she said it.

“I-It was you….”

He simply nodded, and your lips quivered as your tears hit the floor.

You couldn’t believe that you’d been so wrong about everything.

It was eye opening.

After the confrontation, Yamamoto had requested that you be escorted back to the Karakura town. You accepted. You didn’t even complain when he assigned Byakuya to carry out the escort.

“From the very beginning, he knew.”

About your abilities, your feelings, your grandmother. It dawns on you that the reason he probably sought you out was probably due to a promise he made to your grandmother to look out for you. This whole time you thought he was just trying to control your whereabouts, but it wasn’t that at all. You suddenly felt foolish for all your complaints. For your statements about love.

You just didn’t want to accept the fact that she was gone. That she’d helped them and it felt like they had just abandoned her.

But you were wrong about that too.

“I’m an idiot.”

This whole arrangement was just a way to ensure that you weren’t alone.

Stepping out of the Sekaimon, you jumped at the top of a building. Byakuya followed behind, fully expecting you to keep going, but you just stood there.

He couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t heard what you said.

“Your grandmother is gone.”

Your eyes looked ahead at the sky. At the very least, he expected a hostile reply, but from the melancholy expression you wore, it’s clear that he wouldn’t get that.

“Yes, she’s been gone for a while.”

Over a hundred years now. It felt like you’d lost her just a few months ago. Living for such a long time tends to distort the perception of time.

For as long as you could remember it was just the two of you. In some weird way you thought it would be like that forever. The two of you just made it through life, but you weren’t naive. She’d lived for about nine hundred years. Most people barely got a hundred years with their loved ones. So it was a bit selfish to expect more.

But you were selfish.

“I understand.”

That was all he said, and for a moment your eyes moved to him. He was looking at you with such an honest expression on his face, almost like he could sympathize with your pain. Not that look of pity people typically gave you when they realized that you were on your own.

For some reason you felt a bit frozen in place.

DOKI!! DOKI!!

Your eyes widened, and you jumped back.

“D-Don’t think this means anything y-you annoying reaper!!!”

With that, you’d flash step, and Byakuya said nothing, just looked at the empty space before a smirk made its way on his lips. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 2

For the majority of the night, you were up. 

It took some effort to drag him back away from the window. You were strangely thankful that you’d put off getting carpets for your wooden floors, because he’s pretty much smeared blood everywhere.

You were a bit concerned, but when you’d moved the remnants of glass shards and dressed the biggest wound, he looked less like a man on his deathbed. It’s apparent that he has significant trust issues. Seeing as he was willing to tumble over your balcony on the eighth floor.

Then again, given his extracurricular, you couldn’t really blame him.

Once you’d discarded most of the bloodied materials and your gloves, you were propped against the couch. When 5 o'clock came, it became apparent that you would certainly not make it to your job, so you called in for a sick day as you monitored your passed out vigilante. You’d brought a few blankets and a pillow to make his rest a bit more comfortable on your floors. From the looks of it, he was sound asleep.

A good sign you supposed.

Some of the blood had already begun to seep through his bigger bandage, so you knew you would have to redress. When you got the materials and pulled back his bandage, you were stunned.

“That’s impossible..”

Had it looked maybe a bit better you would have understood, but the biggest wound, it had gotten significantly smaller.

Maybe that was an understatement.

It was nothing but a thin slit, almost a smaller scar.

It didn’t make sense. Not at all. Glancing around his body, you noticed that a lot of his smaller cuts appeared to be gone. You were about to pull away, but the second you shifted you were grabbed, and you yelled when you were now the one laying on the blankets. All you could do was stare. He’d pinned you to the floor, and your eyes were wide in slight fear.

Self proclaimed hero or not, this was a stranger and you couldn’t predict what he would do. Your breathing was ragged, and it looked like he was trying to gather his bearings. The both of you couldn’t have been but a breath away, the only thing really separating your lips was the fabric of his mask.

You closed your eyes, almost surrendering and slowly but surely, he pulled away. You weren’t sure you could really get yourself to move. He stood again, and when you were finally able to get yourself to at least sit up, you took in just how big he was.

He was tall, shoulders broad and his build mirrored that of a football player or a pro wrestler. You swallowed, careful to keep your distance.

He didn’t really say anything, just turned his head left, then right, then his eyes moved to your balcony. When he started moving towards it, you didn’t try to stop him. You’d done your part, plus something told you trying to stop him this time around wouldn’t go the same.

With a pull, he opened your balcony door, stepping outside. The breeze hit him, and you could catch the subtle scent of blood and ash. You thought he would just dash right off, but he glanced in your direction.

“Thanks, for the save.”

His voice was deeper than you remembered.

“N-No problem, a-anytime. K-Keep up the good work.”

You grimaced at your own words, and he said nothing more, lifting his hand as a web shot out and he was swinging right off your balcony.

For a full minute you just stared, trying to comprehend if any of that had indeed happened.

You pinched your arm, not even flinching.

“Yep, real.”

Your legs trembled and you just slid back to the ground. 

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Miguel O' Hara (Across the Spiderverse) - AU: Chapter 1

All your life you’d pretty much heard the same thing.

“Ain’t nobody gonna save you princess.”

“In this life, no one is really going to come to your rescue.”

“Life is tough, no one is coming to save you. So keep your head down and do your job.”

It was like a mantra. From middle school to high school, college and now as an adult. Not much had changed. You fought for your position in a well established computer intelligence department, and somehow once again you were overlooked because apparently you just didn’t have what they were looking for.

You would have probably let it go if your boss in the department hadn’t spent the better part of the year harassing every female employee. All you needed to do was file a report. Yes, you would probably lose your job, but the alternative was to remain a victim. The other women who’d face the same had just brushed it off, and this time, so had you.

So you sucked up to your shitty boss, embraced your shitty job and went back to your less shitty apartment.

Life sucked sometimes, that was just the reality.

No one was coming to your rescue.

Not the police who are sworn to protect, or your supervisor who knew exactly what was happening and said nothing.

You were alone.

Helpless.

Maybe that’s why you’d done it.

“Damn..it..”

The voice came from your balcony and all the horror movie material you knew of told you to run, scream, call for help or book it in to next week. But some part of you felt drawn. Because this wasn’t a voice telling you that you were alone, or that no one was coming.

This was a person, scared.

Possibly hurt.

You’d somehow managed to make it over to your balcony when you saw it.

Maybe the better term wasn’t it, but him.

“Spiderman..”

Your voice was a tremor, phone in your hand as you stared at him. He was on his back and his suit was a mess. It looked like he’d somehow survived an explosion. Because parts of the material were burnt, and the skin that was exposed had pieces of glass present.

He was beaten and battered, and you swallowed.

From what you could see, he was still breathing.

But..

“The vigilante known as Spiderman is wanted and extremely dangerous. Citizens are asked not to condone his acts of narcissistic heroism. If you see this individual, you are to alert the police immediately. Aiding this criminal is a guaranteed felon charge.”

That's what the captain of the New York Police Department said.

Any assistance to this vigilante is guaranteed jail time.

Clutching your phone tighter, you knew exactly what you had to do. Call it in, alert the cops, at the very least unmask this man so they could find him and put a stop to his antics.

Then what?

All your life you had to listen to the voices that said that there was no one out there that gave a crap, that would help. Everyone was out to help themselves.

If that was true, why was this guy, whoever he was, running around in a spandex literally saving lives when he could have done any number of things.

It didn’t make sense.

That’s why you remembered it.

Those words.

“Ain’t nobody gonna save you princess.”

For once, you could agree. No one was coming to save you, but this man, he was destined to save just about everyone else.

That was enough.

Sliding your phone into your pocket, you stepped outside, gritting your teeth.

“Sorry Mr. Spiderman sir.”

He still sounded disoriented, and when you took a hold of his arm and started dragging him into your apartment, you could hear his groans of discomfort. You tried to drown out the sound, because he weighed a ton, so there was really no other way to help him.

When he was fully inside, you closed your door and pulled the curtains. Just in time it seemed, because a flash from what looked like a helicopter buzzed by, and for a second, you felt like it was safe.

However, the hurried steps around your hall made it apparent that you might not have been.

“NYPD!! OPEN UP! We’re looking for the vigilante!!”

It was a call from down the hall, and said vigilante was scrambling to lean against your couch. He seemed frantic and you rushed to his side, trying to get him to be quiet.

“D-Don’t make a sound.”

You whispered.

You couldn’t tell much from the mask, but his head was darting from your form to the door with each knock that could be heard outside. He was bleeding, and it's clear he couldn’t run. He would have done so already if he was capable.

You weren’t sure what to do.

If they made it to your room there was no way you could keep them out. The second you tried they would know something is up and both you and this guy were toast. You swallowed, and when the knocking finally made it to your door, your stomach dropped.

“NYPD! OPEN UP NOW!!”

Your brain was scrambled.

You need to think of something quickly.

“Think Think!!”

“NYPD!!”

Damn it all.

“O-OH MY GOSH JOSH HARDER!!”

You did your best to scream the loudest you could, and from the way those masked eyes turned to you, you could tell he was startled by your choice at a plan.

“R-RIGHT THERE!! PLEASE JOSH!!!”

You had no idea who this Josh was, but he was quite literally saving your life right now. You pushed the vase on your table right off for extra effect and the second they heard the glass hit the ground, you could practically hear the officers ducking away.

You’d never had to fake an orgasm before, but you supposed it was pretty convincing. When you could no longer hear their steps, you practically slid to the ground.

You should have been mortified, but you found yourself laughing softly despite the terrible situation. You were surprised when you heard a deep, slightly pained chuckle from Spiderman.

That seemed to bring you back to earth and you jumped upright.

“S-Shit you’re bleeding!!”

You were darting for your first aid kit, and Spiderman adjusted himself against the couch. When you came running back, you dropped to your knees with just about everything.

You were quick to put your gloves on, and when you reached out to inspect the bigger gash that ran across his chest, he grabbed your hand. You jolted, clearly startled, and he seemed just as surprised. Clearly that was a reflex. After a moment, he released your hand, looking down.

“Sorry..”

It was said a bit softly and you just shook your head.

“It’s okay, n-no worries. Listen, you’re bleeding pretty bad. If I don’t start cleaning these wounds, they could get infected. Master plan or not, you’ll be a goner.”

He understood, more than anyone.

“Painkillers..do you have any?”

You nodded, reaching into the bag as you held it out. He took it, and when he reached for the bottom of his mask, you couldn’t help but stare. You would have offered him a bottle of water, but he just popped the cap and chugged a few of them.

He’d only lifted the mask enough to reveal his lips, and when he dropped the bottle, his head fell back on the couch. It looked like he was trying to even his breathing, and when he finally did, he clenched his fist and then started to rise.

You scrambled back.

“W-Where the hell are you going!!”

He didn’t respond, now standing fully upright. When he started heading for your balcony, you were scared.

“Y-You can’t go out there in your state you’ll die.”

He still said nothing and every step he took, you could feel your heart hurt, as if being clenched. His stance was unsteady, and when he pressed his hand to the glass, you couldn’t help it, you were crying.

“Please..”

Your head was down, and he turned in your direction, clearly not expecting the reaction.

“Please..j-just let me help you..”

No one had ever tried, even made an attempt to help you, but standing right here, you have a chance to be of use, to give someone the opportunity you never had.

“Please…”

You were pleading, and when you heard the strain breath from the vigilante you looked up, just as his body gave out. He dropped to the floor with a thud and you just gaped.

It’s clear you’d made the right call.

He certainly needed the help. 

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Madara Uchiha (Naruto) - Extra

He was sure that was the last he would see of you. But apparently not. 

“Why the hell are you here again!!” 

You giggled, puffing your cheeks. 

“Is that anyway to greet a friend that brings you eternal peace?” 

You made a face and he just continued to complain about you being a nuisance. 

Truthfully, you weren’t sure why you came back. Usually once the soul was settled, you never went back. After all, you’re a guide. You can pretty much come and go as you please, but there really wasn’t a point in revisiting once they were truly happy. 

You really have no reason to come back, but..but something about Madara just draws you in, closer. 

So it became a habit. You would visit him, sometimes when Obito was there. The first time the boy saw you he was smiling. 

“(L/N)-san!” 

You were a bit surprised he knew who you were. 

“Ah, hello.” 

He was waving happily, and when Madara broke the corner, he just frowned. 

“You again.” 

You just gave him a smile, and Obito took your hand. 

“Oni-san says you’re really nice and pretty, let’s play.” 

The words made you blush. 

“I never said that!!” 

He was vehemently denying it, but Obito just kept tugging on your arm as he guided you to the chair. 

Your visits didn’t stop, and after a while, Madara gave up trying to get rid of you. It’s not like he could truly control it. Somehow you’d become an unspoken member of the family. 

Most times you’d stop in when Madara was cooking. Obito would be on the tv, or in the living room drawing pictures or playing a game. 

Today he was drawing something at the dinner table as Madara cooked. 

“What are you drawing Obito?” 

He perked up. 

“It’s Oni-san, you and me! We’re a family!!” 

He held out the crayon, gripping his drawing and all you could do was stare. No one had ever done something like that for you. Given the fact that you were a celestial being, it sort of made sense. 

But still. 

Madara glanced over, taking in the expression you wore as you continued to admire the picture. 

At the time, he said nothing. 

At the start your visits had been a bit annoying, mainly because you’d just pop up whenever you wanted. But there were times where he seemed to forget that you were a powerful being. You looked so human, and acted so carefree. 

He couldn’t imagine what it was like, having the job you did, but he noticed that you seemed to love it. Helping people. Sometimes you would talk about it, and your expression would grow soft. Your responsibility was large, and important. 

He was living proof. 

Despite it all he knew one thing. 

He admired you.

That was it. 

That had to be the only reason that he often found his gaze in your direction.

Enamored.

That had to be it. 

“Uchiha-san~” 

You were grinning and he glared as you hopped into the room. Obito was already seated with his chopsticks in hand, and when you saw the bowl that Madara held out for you, all you could do was blink. 

“You keep popping up, so I might as well feed you.” 

You laughed, taking the bowl happily. 

“Oni-san’s food is the best!!” Obito cheered.

Madara looked away, a small flush on his cheeks. You just continued to laugh at his clear embarrassment from the praise. 

Yes, you’d gotten used to seeing both of them. 

It was something you looked forward to. 

The following night when you showed up, you took notice of the quietness. Nothing but Madara’s movements in the kitchen. He hummed in acknowledgement to your presence, and you looked around. 

“Where’s Obito?” 

You were looking forward to seeing the little munchkin. 

“He’s sleeping over at Itachi and Sasuke’s.” 

You hum. 

“That’s unfortunate. I guess I can hang out with you.” 

“You can just leave if you want to!!” 

You laughed at his little yell. 

His temper was pretty adorable. 

Every meeting brought you new experiences and you were able to see different sides of Madara. He liked to act like he was this tough guy, but there were times when he’d let his tender nature show. 

Like the times he’d subconsciously do something sweet. Like wipe the excess rice off your cheeks when you got a bit too enthusiastic eating his food. You figured he was just used to cleaning up after Obito, so it came naturally. 

Sometimes you would linger on the couch after the meals. 

“I have a guest room if you’re gonna stay.” 

He spoke as he continued to dry the wet dishes. 

He said it so casually, and you found yourself just looking at him. 

He’d adjusted so well, and you realized that he finally seemed happy. But at some point he’d started to also subconsciously take care of you. 

That was a bit strange. 

Souls typically regarded you more strongly for obvious reasons, yet every time you were around Madara, he acted as though the both of you were the same. 

No different from a comrade or a friend. 

“It feels..nice..” 

Madara turned and when he raised a brow, you realized that you’d said that aloud. You spun around quickly to cover your face and he frowned, moving closer. 

“Why the hell are you acting all weird.” 

He reached for your shoulder, and when you turned, he didn’t anticipate the slits of your irises. It wasn’t just the change in your eyes, but the redness of your cheeks, he was a bit taken aback. He released you altogether, and you stumble, making a hasty exit. 

After that, it was a while before he saw you again. He didn’t realize how much he’d gotten used to your presence until you’d stopped showing up. 

Obito’s question one night had him uncertain. 

“Oni-san, where is (L/N)-san?” 

He wasn’t sure what to tell Obito. He was still trying to make sense of the look you wore. He frowned, looking at his palm. 

“I didn’t imagine it. She was…she was blushing..” 

The thought made his heart give a thump, and he grumbled under his breath. 

A few more nights passed and you still hadn’t shown up. He realized if he wanted to see you again, he would have to call you.

“Oii, I know you can hear me!!” 

He felt a bit foolish calling out to you. If anyone saw surely they would think he was crazy. 

Thankfully Obito was asleep. 

His head turned when he heard footsteps. 

You looked a bit hesitant when you stepped out. 

He needed answers. 

“Last time, what the hell was that about?” 

Madara’s eyes felt probing, and you hugged yourself, unsure of what to say. You’d never grown so close to any single person before. This was uncharted territory. Before you were always so confident in your words, your actions. Madara was always the one left frazzled, yet you were the one now blushing. 

“I-I don’t know I..” 

You couldn’t find the words. It’s why you’d stayed next to the window. You hoped the space would keep your thoughts at bay, but just being in the room with him felt like too much. 

“Do you have feelings for me?” 

The question made your eyes dart up, and you were startled, because somehow he’d managed to cross the room without you knowing. You meant to make another run, but he took your wrist softly, pressing his free hand to the wall, caging you there. Your eyes shook, lip quivering. 

“I have feelings for you.” 

Your eyes grew wide at his confession, and he finally released your hand. You couldn’t speak, you weren’t sure what words to say that would be coherent. This time he took a step, and when he cupped your cheek, all you could do was look at him. His dark hues had you breathless. 

“I have feelings for you..” 

He repeated softly. 

Your breath came out ragged, and when he started leaning in, your heart raced. Your hand ended up laying on his shoulder, and when he finally closed the distance, you gripped into the cloth, brows knitted, body quivering. You’d never had such an experience, this was amazing. When his free hand pulled you closer, and he deepened the kiss, your legs almost gave out. 

“His tongue is…” 

You let out a trembling moan, and Madara pulled away, breathing heavy. You weren’t much better. The second he caught sight of your expression, something inside of him shook. He couldn’t help himself. He pinned you against the wall, claiming your lips much more desperately than before, and all you could do was clench your hands into his shirt. 

You couldn’t believe it, you’d actually been bested by the infuriating man. 

How poetic.

[skylarmoon71]

Tobirama Senju (Naruto) - Oneshot: Extra AU.

Since the incident, things have been easier.

You were partly convinced that his words that day had just been to appeal to you, but he’d done what he said. Through your interactions over the next two months, he was…nice.

You’d stopped attending the tutor sessions, but he’d offered you to have lunch with him a few times.

“O-On the roof with you?”

“Yes. You can join me if you’d like.”

The invitation was possibly every scenario in your dreams. With a shy nod, you gripped your bento as you followed him to the roof. It felt a bit nerve wracking, but you powered through. He took a seat, and you did the same beside him, opening your bento to start eating.

It took you a moment to notice that he had a book in one hand and his own lunch at the side. Eating quietly as he read. You paused, a bit mesmerized. Before you could only steal glances, but now, you could look at him without restraint.

He turned in your direction and when those red eyes focused on you, your heart raced. Looking down quickly, you start digging in, if nothing but to distract you from his gaze.

“Your eyes.”

His words made you jolt, and you looked away a bit bashfully.

“A-Ah, I’ve been meaning to get contacts. It always seems to get me in trouble. “

“They’re beautiful. You shouldn’t wear contacts.”

It was an honest statement, Tobirama is blunt, you get that. But hearing him say that, it made you unimaginably happy.

“A-Arigatou..”

You mumble with a blush.

For the rest of the time, you tried to focus on your meal, if nothing but to calm down your heart. Maybe if you’d managed to look up again, you would have seen the soft expression on his face.

Just like that, your new friendship grew.

On the days that he was at the school, he’d always walk you home, and he made a habit of bringing an extra umbrella on the days there was rain because he realized that you don’t pay any attention to the weather.

“A-Arigatou Senju-san!”

You kept bowing as he stood at the door of the school, holding the umbrella for you.

“You should be more mindful of the weather.”

You laugh, fully expecting the scolding as you take the umbrella. The both of you left, walking down the familiar street to your home. It was nice that both your places were a reasonable distance from each other.

“Hashirama-san said that you’re getting a place close by.”

“Yes. I’ll be busy with my new position, so I need the space.”

You hum.

“It must be fun getting to live on your own. Oni-san says I can’t move out until he’s a hundred years old. “

“That’s unrealistic.”

You laugh at the reply, nodding.

“He’s just overprotective.”

Madara has always been that way. As much as the both of you fight, when you finally leave, he’ll get all grumpy.

Well, grumpier than usual.

“Senju-san do you want to-”

The loud clap of thunder echoed and you jumped, instinctively grabbing unto Tobirama as you dropped your umbrella. He stumbled back a few steps, looking at you in slight shock.

Your eyes were clenched shut, and he finally registered that your reaction was to the thunder. It took a moment, and when you finally collected yourself, you jumped away.

“G-Gomen!!”

You were rushing to grab your umbrella.

“I-I’m not afraid of thunder or anything, i-it just startled me.”

You were ranting, now a bit wet from those few seconds that you’d lost cover. With your umbrella up, you planted a smile on your face to play it off. Tobirama’s eyes casted down at your free hand that was still slightly trembling.

“W-We should probably hurry.”

You wanted to do anything to play off your embarrassment. You were about to take a step, but Tobirama moved to your side, you didn’t expect him to take your hand. He didn’t say much, just urged you to follow, and you did, cheeks completely flushed.

You squeezed his hand softly, grateful that the umbrella at least gave you some grace that he couldn’t fully see your expression.

Interactions like those continued.

You know it’s stupid to get your hopes up. His actions are nothing more than his way of making up for all the misunderstandings, yet it felt so good to have him look at you and actually see you.

Not Madara’s little sister, or some member of the Uchiha.

Just you.

Before you knew it, two months had passed.

That last day of his training at the school, the walk was quiet. You should have been overjoyed, there was a potential for things to progress between the both of you. By the time you made it to his new place, you were barely paying attention.

You’d made it through the door when Tobirama closed it and turned to you with that stern look on his face.

“Now that my time is up at Konoha, I can consider your feelings seriously.”

You flushed, laughing under your breath.

He’s nothing if not frugal. Only he could make something like this sound like a business proposal.

“You don't have to, Senju-san.”

You brushed it off, laughing awkwardly. You’ve sort of been dreading the conversation. Because you know you’ll have to politely find a way out of it.

“I know you’re only doing it to apologize. You’ve done enough, I already forgive you. So there’s no need.”

“Your feelings for me are gone.”

His inquiry was a bit unnerving.

“I-It’s not that I just..”

You weren’t sure how to explain it without looking pathetic.

“I would like to pursue you.”

His statement had you looking up.

“Pursue…me..?”

“Romantically.”

He clarified.

Heat rushed up your cheeks at his words.

“W-What!! Where did this come from!”

“I have been thinking about it since you confessed.”

The confession was shocking. Nothing he’s done has hinted at any of this. He’s always so quiet and composed, so it’s hard to read him.

“When we have meals together, sometimes you look at me and it feels right to have your gaze solely on me. Even when we are in the classroom, you send me those looks..”

Your eyes shook and he stepped closer.

“Like the way you are looking at me right now.”

You’re astonished, you’ve always known that you were pretty transparent, but you honestly didn’t think he noticed, or even cared.

“My feelings for you are sincere. So please consider them.”

Once again, he’s bowing, and this time your tears are nothing but happiness. He straightens when he sees the tears dropping at your feet, and he looks up, a bit stunned.

“Did I say something to upset y-”

You run right into his arms, and his hands are extended a bit stiffly. You hold on tight, burying your face into his chest, and he just looks down. You’re still crying, but you’re wearing the biggest smile.

Slowly, his hands lower, and he wraps them around your body.

Nothing else needs to be said.

You’re happy, and now, so is he.