#HIM N HIS BROTHERS ROBBED BANKS.

[cat-with-a-keyboard]

how many people can say that there's a literal ex highwayman who likes their singing voice

[maiamore]

PASS THE SALT, MR MILLER

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader - No Outbreak Rating: 18+ | W/C: 4.5k

Summary: Joel finds out the hard way that leaving a pretty girl with blue-balls isn’t the smartest.

Or, Joel fucks you in his garage.

Tags: christmas-y vibes, fucking on Joel’s car, implied age gap,unprotected p in v, grumpy!joel, lots of yearning, squirting, sexual games, brat taming, outdoor sex, creampie

A/N: merry christmas folks! tbh this is just a game of how many fics can I write that has to do with (a) joel's truck or (b) joel yearning. side note, looped Disease - Lady Gaga track on repeat while writing this oops

MASTERLIST | MAIN STORY

Holidays have never really been something you celebrated. Fuck it, your own birthday even. It just wasn’t a priority you considered worth fussing over. Admittedly, your lack of enthusiasm for these events was probably why you ended up avoiding them. You would do the most for the people you loved but never for yourself.

Take Halloween for example. Your friends from Columbia were begging you for a slutty girls' night out, but you’d opted to stay home to help chaperone your younger brother Oscar’s party. Even so far as to set everything up, you’d made sure Oscar had a shot at being the coolest damn guy in his school. Fret not, jobless big sis is there to help ya. 

Of course, it hadn’t gone unrewarded, to put it loosely. All that really happened was some broody hot middle-aged dad jerking off in front of your face. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You found yourself staring at the pale green piece of paper your younger brother, Oscar,  handed you when he came home from school that evening. Eyeing the morbidly cliche design that screamed of some bored old receptionists' handiwork, you tilt it to get a better read.

Oak Ridge High School Annual Christmas Potluck.

Great. Another one. You were often the stand-in for his PTA Meetings in place of your ever so busy parents. While you had your fun with the free buffets and whatnot, you were getting tired of people asking how old you were when you “had” Oscar. 

*Calling all Parent Volunteers. Please Contact Joel Miller at +1 (512) 555 XXX for details. 

Now that got your attention.

Joel Miller. The man who, after that night, weaseled his way into your glorious collection of mental spank bank. Evident in the plethora of stolen nudie mags your mom stashed underneath her mattress—you’d gone as far to dog-ear pages of men who had the slightest resemblance to him. 

You couldn’t get him out of your mind. By him, his dick. All eight fuckin’ inches of pent-up old man dick. 

The desperation in the way he thumbed his slit, coaxing his milky cum into your waiting mouth in your bedroom flashed in your mind like post-traumatic-sex-disorder. You were robbed of a good fuck.

The beeps of your dial-pad echoed embarrassingly loud while you dialled the number on the flyer before fully seeing the idiocy in this move. The line connects after a few rings. 

“Miller. Who’s callin’?”

A shudder runs down your spine. His voice hit you like a freight train, low and gravelly, cutting through the faint clatter of what sounded like construction work on the other end.

Fuck. Fuck fuck. Hang up. Hang–

“Hi.” You blurt out, forcing a higher register in your voice in a desperate attempt to disguise yourself. “I’d like to register. For the Christmas…thing.” There was a pause, followed by the clunk of something heavy and the sound of boots against a hard floor. 

“Right. You’re the parent of…?” 

You clutched your phone tighter when Joel’s voice rang clearer than ever, throat dry as you scrambled to speak. “Oscar.”

He repeats your last name when you offer it, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to place it–a flicker of recognition almost.

“Alright then,” he finally says, the faintest edge of suspicion still lingering.

 “Guess I’ll see ya there.”

—

Impulsiveness was something that fucked Joel over most times. 

Messing around with someone he’d consider uncomfortably closer to his daughter's age than his own settled within him like poison. 

It’d been two whole months since the incident at halloween and he was still hung up over you. He was certain that a pretty girl like you had far better prospects than a washed up crotchety shit like him. 

You plagued his mind every time his fist wrapped around his cock. Every time he’d tried to fuck the stress of working long hours of grunt work at the site. Your soft and sweet expression offered him instantaneous, sticky reprieve. 

Guilt, or something he should’ve been feeling over using your face as masturbation material didn’t quite blare the alarms in his head through post-nut clarities. 

He knew he had fucked up the second he had you on your knees that night. 

You parked your sedan in front of a navy chevrolet in the driveway. Hopping out of the car as you looked up at the quaint home, clean white siding, neatly trimmed lawn. 

You figured by the bustling noise from the backyard that a volunteer offered up their home and all. Generous, you thought. And then you catch it. The worn down navy mailbox that sprawled the letters–

M I L L E R

The swirl that was now your mind dragged painful throbs in your head. To be in his own backyard felt stalker-ish even for you. 

With a weary exhale, you click open the boot of your car. Worrying had to come later, you had to formulate a game plan for the boxes of fairy lights you somehow had to haul into Joel’s backyard.

With a heaving effort, you propped up two boxes into your arms when the shuffle of footsteps catches your attention, coming from beside the opening garage. 

“Hey! Sorry, could use a little help...” You call out instinctively. 

Only managing to catch a glimpse of a hand bracing against the rickety garage door to shove it all the way up with a loud metallic clang. 

The sound startles you, but not as much as the sight when one of the boxes lifts from your hold, revealing your apparent savior.

The both of you pause, staring at each other in slight shock. Well–for him at least. You had ulterior motives that came delivered to you all wrapped up in worn-out denim.

Joel’s expression was less than welcoming, which in his defense—he wasn’t quite expecting to see his ghost in his own yard. 

“What are you doin’ here?”

The curtness of his voice throws you, but it’s too late to think of turning tail and driving off.

“I’m…one of the volunteers.”

“Sweetheart,” Joel begins, lifting the last box out of your arms like they weighed nothing. “You signin’ up under your mama’s name just to come sniffin’ round’ me? That it?”

“What? No. She couldn’t make it,” you shoot back, a little too quick, a little too defensive. Joel wasn’t buying it, his unimpressed stare making you shift on your feet.

“Uh-huh,” he mutters, already stepping over to your car. With a grunt, he hefted another box from your trunk, the effort drawing a low sound from his chest. 

The bitterness (and arousal) pools in your mouth at the noise he makes. 

Yes. You’d admit. You sniffed out Joel’s trail like some stray, chasing after the smallest crumb of him. It wasn’t irrational for you to think that you deserved some sort of closure. 

His voice cuts clean through your spiraling thoughts. “If you’re expectin’ somethin’, you best stop right there. I ain’t messin’ around.” You grimaced, fumbling for words. 

“I’m just here to help—” 

“S’enough outta you. Stay out of trouble.” He interrupts, not quite looking at you. 

Joel wills himself to flick his gaze anywhere but at you, one look at your face was enough to remind him of the fact, one look was probably enough to pop a damn boner. He sets the boxes down by the patio, knees cracking as he stretches back up with a grunt.

“Get someone to hang ‘em up. ‘Cause clearly,” he says, eyeing your sweater and skirt, “you ain’t dressed to actually help.”

He gives you a short, dismissive nod before turning away, leaving you standing there. Warmth pools your cheeks, feeling foolish to have gone this far for the attention of a man who made it clear that he didn’t seem to give a fuck whether you were here or not.

—

Joel spends the better half of the afternoon hovering around you. 

Approaching you normally was out of the question now that Sarah and the other kids began to flitter into his backyard to help with preparation. His daughter’s presence acted like a highly effective cock-block. Not that he had any business entertaining those kinds of thoughts in the first place.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Risky didn’t begin to describe it, so he kept his distance. That resolve went straight out the window when he spotted you, half-balanced on a ladder, hanging Christmas lights along the edge of his roof. With candy cane printed panties peeking out from under your skirt—god almighty, Joel nearly doubled over.

You could feel Joel's eyes on you while attempting to hang the lights over the siding. Purposefully going against what he said, purposefully giving everyone a goddamn show. 

"You ever learn how to listen?" 

“I can do it myself.” You shot back. Coyly soothing the back of your skirt. A proper fuck you to him at his insinuation that you’d been here just to man-trap him. Not that the notion did much. 

You felt the ladder steady with Joel’s hold. Effectively blocking everyone else from seeing what you were flaunting. 

"For the love of christ, darlin’, get down." 

“For the love of christ, I’m almost fuckin’ done.” You parroted his words back to him with an annoyed huff. It was hard not to let Joel infiltrate your mind but lack of his attention was eating you up–making you do crazy things, evidently.

With a satisfied huff at the placements, you brought your arms down.

Why did that…feel heavy?

A sharp crackle and metallic clatter fills the air before you fully completed your thought, the chains of lights comes tumbling down. You froze. Lowering your gaze to see the single goddamn twine snagged onto your sweater that you’d effectively yanked down with you. 

The bulbs burst into chaotic pops as they hit the ground, shards of glass scattering like tiny fireworks across the patio, drawing everyone’s attention.

Joel doesn’t hesitate, his hands found your waist as he lifted you off the ladder and set you firmly on the ground to safety with a grunt, his eyes snaps to the shards of glass glinting in the light and the fresh scratches marring his freshly varnished patio.

"You gotta be shittin' me..." He mutters, the irritation sharp in his drawl.  

“Mr Miller…”

Joel held up his palm as a sign to get you to be quiet so he could speak. Damn if you calling him Mr Miller now of all times didn’t make him want to haul your ass up to his bedroom.

Which he might add, seemed conveniently close.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, pinching the bridge of his nose. "D’you think before you do anythin’ at all? Or do you just act on impulse?" He asks in a sharp and biting tone, looking directly at you as he spoke.

You cock your brow at his words. Surely he wasn’t seriously reacting this way to a couple of broken lights. To mention, your lights.

“What? Think about being a decent person to help?”

"A decent person would've listened the first time when I told you to leave it the hell alone," he snapped, stepping closer. "A decent person wouldn’t have shot me attitude n’ thrown a damn temper tantrum when I told you to get down."  

“What are you getting so bent out of shape for?”

“For starters, you wrecked my patio, darlin’.” He grumbles. Rubbing the back of his neck in the slightest amount of awareness that he’d overreacted, though he’d rather chew rocks than admit it. 

You don’t answer him. Humiliated as is. Your pouty-ness showed in the way you stomped over to get the broom that lay in the corner. He watches you regardless, arms folded taut.

“Goddamned train-wreck.” He mutters under his breath after a long pause, not even giving you the chance to let an apology leave your lips before he turns his heel to leave.

—

You didn’t take it well when people spoke to you like you were stupid. 

An Ivy League degree hung the walls of your room for fucks sake. Who the hell did Joel think he was? As if that wasn’t humiliating enough, you’d tucked your tail between your legs to sweep it all up without a word. The embers that lay dormant were further fanned as time passed. You were pissed.

Joel, on the other hand, begins to feel guilt at the way he’d reacted. Even in the corner of his eyes, he sees you helping set up with the rest of the parents. It wasn’t the behaviour of some reckless nympho he imagined you to be when you stepped foot into his yard. 

You didn’t have to stand there to stand under the sun in the unforgiving Texas heat, refilling lemonade for the parent’s committee. Or entertain Sarah and the rest of the kids. You’d turned his backyard into a damned Christmas Wonderland by the end of the night.

You were a good girl, he figures after a long while of brooding.

And he tries. He tries to approach you to apologize but you didn’t seem to be having it. Going out of your way to swerve at the slightest sight of him near you. Which he gets.

You were over it, really. Chalked it up to his personality being generally the way it was. But what really helped you get over your humiliation? Seeing Joel Miller fucking grovel. 

Which you were acutely aware of with the way he lingered around you, waiting for an opening that you deprived of him.

—

The skies grew to a dusky violet, the backyard gently lit up with the soft twinkle of the fairy lights you’d painstakingly hung up (and re-hung). Lull of familiar Christmas classics playing by the speakers. 

The warmth of the chatter and laughter surrounding the table tugged at your edges, coaxing a reluctant smile to your lips. You weren’t ready to admit it, but the festive mood was infectious.

You sat near the end of the committee’s table, the seat next to you conspicuously empty. The kids–Oscar, Sarah, and their friends were huddled at their own table. You briefly wondered if you should join them instead, given that the current hot topic at your table being mortgage rates.

The thud of a melamine crystal glass landing next to your plate broke your train of thought. You flick your gaze up, your expression hardening the moment you caught sight of Joel dragging the empty chair over next to you and lowering himself into it with a creak.

Without a word, he slides the glass closer to you, taking a sip from his own. His movements were deliberate, careful, like a man trying not to step on a landmine.

Joel wasn’t quite well-versed in apologies, as evident by Sarah’s constant reminders that one of these days he was going to piss a woman he actually fancied. His hand stretches over your lap, unfurling the napkin on the other side of you to drape it over your thighs. 

“Could you pass over the salt, sweetheart?” 

You tilt your head, arching a brow, not moving a muscle. Instead, you shot him a pointed look.

With a heavy sigh and a muttered curse under his breath, Joel stands up, his knees popping audibly as he leaned across the table to grab the salt himself. He slumps back into his chair, setting it down with a huff. How could a little thing like you hold so much anger?

“Done torturin’ me yet?” 

A scoff leaves your lips. 

“Who said I was?” 

“I’m tryin’ to apologise, sweetheart.” You shudder at the manner he whispers the words out. As though it was a secret reserved for just you and him. 

You rest your cheeks on your palms, shooting him an uninterested look. Joel’s eyes darts down to your plate that you were pushing to him. He doesn’t hesitate, reaching over and starts loading your plate up again with generous portions of the dishes spread across the table. The sight of him doing so, quiet and almost reverent, made your chest sing.

Oh this. This you could get used to.

For the next twenty minutes, you’d milked Joel’s newfound contrition for all it was worth. Needed a refill? Joel was already reaching for your glass. Running low on napkins? He was up and grabbing a fresh one before you even asked. You’d even braced yourself for him to snap when you made a fuss over your creaky chair, but to your delight, he stood up and swapped it out without so much as a grumble.

Unfortunately for you, your luck does runs out.

The flutter of your napkin onto the makeshift mat spread across the lawn catches his attention, his eyes darting to the rogue square of fabric before slowly flicking back up to meet your gaze. You leaned back in your chair, looking at him expectantly, lips quirking just enough to toe the line between innocent and insufferable.

Joel’s jaw twitches.

“Fuckin’ pick it up on your own, sweetheart.” his voice was laced with just enough irritation to make your smirk widen. Still, you couldn’t resist one last little prod.

Your legs shifted, one crossing over the other, the toe of your shoe brushing lightly against the denim of his jeans. His eyes darted down to the motion before snapping back up, a muscle in his jaw tightening.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to apologise?” 

Joel shifts in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest as he gave you a look that sent a shiver down your spine. “Think I settled my debts, crackles.”

You roll your eyes at his taunt, the warning laced in it only served to burn in your gut like uncontrollable lust. You felt yourself grow bored now that he’d ruthlessly cut you off from your only source of entertainment. 

The thrill begins to wane, you’d grown impatient at Joel’s lack of well, giving in. Though the idea, a possibly stupid one, that you might’ve needed to give him a little push crosses your mind. 

With a deliberate stretch, you rose from your seat, leaning over the table to reach for the salt shaker resting comfortably on Joel’s side with a hand placed on his thigh. It was perfectly positioned for him to hand it over to you–if you’d bothered to ask. But that wasn’t the point.

For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. His jaw clenched so tight you could see the faint tick of his pulse. Slowly, you eased back into your seat, dragging your fingers in a slow deliberate curve as you went.

The sharp grip of his hand on your wrist came next, firm enough to make you gasp. Joel’s dark eyes locked on yours, his nostrils flaring as he tried to keep whatever storm was brewing behind them at bay.

You pressed your tongue against your cheek, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He’d taken the bait all right. The unmistakable rise against where your hand was placed told you what you needed to know. Hook, line, and sinker.

It doesn’t quite matter to him whether you’d forgiven him anymore. 

With a sharp tug, Joel pulls you up with him. “S’cuse me. This one isn’t feeling too well.” 

The protest dies in your throat when Joel practically hauls you across his yard, away from the nosy glances from the rest of the parents. 

You frown at the dusty old garage he leads you to up front where you’d parked your car. A hand comes up the back of your head to force you to duck underneath the half opened door, cringing at the loud sound it draws. 

You tip your head up to watch Joel grab the edge of the half-opened garage door to full slam it down shut.

Fuck. You felt your cunt clench with the way his sleeves tightened around his forearms, wetting your lips subconsciously at the sight.

“This where you murder me, Mr Miller?”

His jaw ticks at that. There it was again. Mr Miller.

“Shut up.”

You mouthed the words wow as you looked to the side. As though there was a camera you were monologuing to. Joel approaches you tentatively. Backing you up until you feel sturdy metal stop your path. 

A firm slam against the hood you were backed up against causes you to jolt. 

“You’re fuckin’ with me.” He begins. Shifting closer until he had you snug against him and the truck. “You’ve been fuckin’ with me.”

You tilt your head up. Neck stretched uncomfortably to its limit. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Joel sighs. Looking towards the side, as though he might back off and run away again. 

“This ain’t right.”

You frown. Why was he getting cold feet now? You gaze darts to the side, following his line of vision. A frilly pink bicycle parked in the midst of the dusty old boxes stacked up against concrete walls. Some labelled with years of mementos of his daughter growing up. 

Joel groans when he feels a much smaller, soft hand cup against the growing strain on his jeans. “Judging by this, I think you’re full of shit.”

His restraint teeters on the edge. “Don’t.” He grasps around your wrists to stop you, though, he half asses it, barely with the amount of strength he could’ve used if he’d really wanted you to stop.  

You palm against his erection, feeling it quickly harden beneath. You suck in your breath at the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the slight twitch of his lips. A whimper leaves your lips at how receptive he’d been to your touch. 

“You’re trouble.” He manages. Finally meeting your gaze. You can tell he’s conflicted, but the way you cupped around his balls through the denim has him keeling over with a rough exhale. 

He finally gathers enough strength in him to force your hand away from his cock. Just as you were about to whine about it, he flips you over. You steady your palms against the hood of his truck. 

“Gotta be quiet. You understand me?” You nod quickly. Not daring to speak considering how his voice already echoed in the garage even at its softest.

Your elbows move to rest against the dirtied metal. Folding it so you could comfortably rest your head on it. 

Joel lets out a low whistle at the way you bend your hips. Hiking your skirt up slowly. “Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” He mutters. Thumb swiping against the growing dampness of your panties. 

A dull noise from his zipper is the only other thing you hear when you feel him grind his clothed cock against you. 

“Mr Miller—please.” You breathed out. Your thighs tenses, wiggling your hips higher to relieve the ache you felt. Feeling his hardness prod against your folds. 

Joel sighs softly, thumbing against your clit before you curl into yourself. “Don’t need it.” You breathe out quickly. There’s a pause in his movements before you feel a thumb hook around the waistband of your panties. Dragging it down to your ankles. 

The sound Joel makes at the sight of your slick stringing down the gusset of it makes him wince out audibly. Two fingers gather the slick of your folds, messily dragging it up and down your clit in a repeated notion. His fingers dipping in and out of you with a squelch. You groan out. Hips stuttering at the sensation. 

“Hurry.” You urged.

You feel his other palm carefully twirl around the back of your hair. The breath knocks out of you when he heaves you backwards into his chest with a sharp tug. Fingertips entwined with your locks.

“Been patient with ya all fuckin’ day and ya think you got the right t’rush me now?”

Tears threaten to prick in the corners of your eyes at his tone. You grip around his wrist where he holds your hair. “…hurts” , you whisper, guiding his other hand back to your clit, “..here.”

Joel swallows thickly. He clenched his jaw so damn tight you audibly heard just how hard he ground them. How could he deprive you further when you were begging so sweetly? 

He shucks his jeans down further, guiding his twitching cock out from his boxers. A drawn out groan leaves your lips when he nudges the head of his cock against your soaking pussy. Your moan echoes loudly into the space around you both. 

He growls into your ears. Before you could apologise, your voice gets muffled around the heavy palm that comes to cover your mouth. You whine against it. “Told t’be fuckin’ quiet.” He grits, voice hushed against the side of your head. 

Your eyes nearly roll back at the way he begins to thrust into you with the tip in an effort to get you used to his size. But it didn’t matter. The way his cockhead stretched your pussy out stung. But it was quickly replaced by the nauseating need to be fucked full. 

Joel leans down to trace kisses up your neck before he fully sheathes himself into you. The muffle around your mouth grows tighter to suppress the loud moan. “Shh shh…you’ve got it.” He praises, breathing heavily into your ears. 

The tears trickle directly over his knuckles. He releases the grip he had on your hair, looping around your abdomen. Snapping his hips into you at a punishing pace. You babble incoherently, practically slobbering into his palms, whining about how deep his cock was pounding into you. 

The obscene slaps of where the two of you connected fills the garage, only spurring his need to fill you deep with his come. 

Joel lets out a groan when you clench around his dick like vice. “Fuck. Pussy’s chokin’ me.” His head drops to the dip of your neck. Pressing kisses onto your pulse point. 

“Don’t think I can last much longer.” He admits, dragging his hand–slick with your saliva down to your throat. His head flush against your shoulder blade. He takes a moment to breathe you in. Joel isn’t quite the man he used to be and coming this embarrassingly fast wasn’t on his docket. Least of all tonight. 

You squirm a little at the sensation of Joel’s stubble against your shoulder. A deep exhale leaving your lips. 

“M…me too..” You pant out heavily. Resting your head back against his chest. Joel’s free hand slides underneath your sweater, yanking your bra down. 

A rough palm kneads the softness, tweaking your hardened nipples in a circular motion. “Shit. Mr—…Miller.” You manage. Squirming at how his palm gropes your tits clumsily. You give yourself the final push you needed, your fingers coming down to rub against your clit. 

Joel’s hips stutter at the sensation of your pussy convulsing around his cock, following your orgasm soon after. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it. Both his hands firm around your hips. 

Your hands hastily come up to grab around his wrists. “Wait—stop—…stop.” You gasp out. Joel doesn’t quite register your pleas with how his mind was whirring around wanting to fuck his come deep into you until he feels a warm splatter of your release trickle down his thighs. 

Your bated breaths fill the garage. Mortified, you watch the liquid drip from the radiator grill of Joel’s truck. 

“I’ll be damned.” He muses, earning a warning look from you. Joel shakes his head, a low rumble from his chest makes you feel a little less embarrassed about squirting onto his truck. He turns you around to press a kiss onto the apple of your cheeks. 

“Been meanin’ to get er’ washed. Guess I don’t gotta anymore.”

[seeingivy]

picnic

sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

(^^make sure you check since this was a double upload and I posted the last one very recently :D)

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dear head of the cullen clan,  keep evening plans open – im getting off work early and we’re going on a picnic.  coldest regards,  the head of the volturi  (ps. am expecting a very wholehearted appreciation for the fact that it’s coldest regards and not warmest regards, because they are, in fact, vampires and therefore cold. because they don’t have a heart and such.)  (extra ps. this is a link to a shared spotify playlist. i’ll add a song and then you add one. we’ll keep it going.) 

you snort. 

dear aro of the volturi (does he have a last name???),  so much to unpack in one email, yet again. you really know how to keep a girl on her toes.  first and foremost, you are SOOOO ran through. so offended that i wasn’t the person who got to put you on to twilight and whoever it was, I HOEP SHE DIES! if you’re team jacob, you’re a freak.  second, SO VERY FLATTERED that you think i would be carlisle. a little haunting that you think YOU would be aro…but it’s ok cuz former companions to enemies back to lovers in our case would be kind of crazy???  third. done and done. i just added a song so hurry up bc i have like ten other songs i want to add and i am #impatient  see u after work pookie :D,  carlisle cullen  (very appreciative of the cold regards. you are a king among men.) 

his response back is very prompt. 

Never call me pookie again.  (very offended that you think i’d be stupid enough to be team jacob. and direct your murderous rage towards yuuji and my mom, who forced me to watch it in theaters with them.) 

--

you wait for sukuna at the park two blocks down the apartment complex. the sun is hours away from dipping into the horizon, the chilly wind rustling through the trees. you realize now that the red skirt and white sweater might betray you in a few hours but decide that you’ll simply have to steal his jacket when he gets here. 

and you would have already but he’s twenty minutes late.

and while this part of the city is extremely safe, sukuna’s ever constant fear of people attacking you on subway trains and stabbing you in alleyways has instilled an acute fear of strangers in you, which is why you’re gripping the sparkly pink pepper spray he bought you very harshly in your palm right now. 

you think it’s sweet that he bought you a pink one. 

but of course it’s severely ironic that you almost used it on him. 

because he scares the living daylights out of you, by placing his hand around your shoulder from behind. 

“hey. i’m sorry i-” 

“jesus fuck-” 

you instinctively hold the pepper spray up to his face, your hands shaking in front of you. 

“i’ll use it, you pervert!” 

sukuna leans his head to the side, which is when you’re finally able to log that it’s actually him standing in front of you and not a stranger, and you drop your hands in embarrassment. 

“i mean, i’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t doll face but–” 

“oh my god, sukuna. i thought you were trying to rob me!” 

“i’m smarter than that. the only thing inside your purse is lip gloss, which has very little value to me.” sukuna responds, dropping the little basket at his feet and taking the little stalk of flowers out of the top handle. 

“i’ll have you know that it’s actually sold out in every store right now. so you could make bank if you sold it.” 

“don’t tempt me. and for your sake, i’ll accept the apology you didn’t give me for just trying to rob me of my eyesight and for calling me a pervert? i’m getting really tired of the age gap jokes, y/n.” sukuna responds, as he lifts your hands at your sides and places the stalk of flowers in your hand. 

you give him a big smile as you press your nose to the flowers, the scent fresh in your nose. and sukuna props down, setting a billowing white blanket on the ground before he taps the spot next to him and signals for you to sit next to him. 

“who needs eyes?” you joke, as you squeeze his hands and set the flowers down next to the little basket. 

“me, dipshit. how else am i supposed to look at you?” 

you cover your hands with your cheeks as you watch him place all of the little things inside the basket next to you, laying them out perfectly. it’s albeit a weird assortment – two wine glasses, perfectly wrapped sandwiches, a mini-cake, and strawberry lemonade. 

“well, stop perceiving me. this is so weird!” you murmur. 

it’s enough to catch his attention and stop him in his tracks. 

“what?” 

the question makes you pause. and a little embarrassed. it was a little harsh to say while you were joking.

“oh, i mean…i didn’t mean it like that! i was making a joke about perceiving because eyes…vision…and i almost took your vision away! and you perceive with your eyes, because how else would you see…” 

sukuna smiles, before shaking his head, and continuing spilling out the last of the contents – a set of gouache paints and two little small canvases. and he drops to his feet, yanking his shoes off, before sitting flat on the blanket and gesturing for you to join him. 

“there’s no way in hell that was what you meant. but we’ll ignore that for the time being.” sukuna responds, hiking his legs to his chest and gesturing towards the spread he just put out. 

you tilt your head to the side in confusion. 

“you look very pretty today.” sukuna responds. 

“thanks! you too!” 

he narrows his eyes. 

“uh huh. well, pick what we do first. the paint, the sandwiches, or the weird wine glass cake.” 

“the wine glass cake? like from tiktok?” you ask. 

“correct. i’m really bad at…cute dates. so…i did some research.” 

sukuna refuses to look at you. because after admitting it, he’s suddenly busied himself with reading the back of the box of paints, like it’s the most riveting, intriguing thing he’s ever read in his life. 

but the pink flush that’s creeping down his neck betrays him entirely, as you reach forward and push the little box down. and sukuna’s already glaring at you. 

you place your chin on the top of his knees, reaching for one of his hands and smiling. 

“you did research for a date?” 

“you can choke on your spit.” 

you grin. 

“you really know how to turn a girl on.” 

“you’re filthy.” 

you grin. 

“and you’re actually so precious, i–” 

“don’t call me precious, y/n.” he whines, as he reaches forward to flick on your forehead. 

you smile as you sit by his side, tucking the folds of your skirt under your leg as you reach for both of the wine glasses and hand him one. 

“so how humbling was it to have satoru explain all this to you?” you ask. 

he sneers. 

“don’t even ask. he’s like the biggest nuisance i’ve ever met in my life. top ten worst moments of my life.” sukuna responds. 

“i’m flattered you humbled yourself to him for me.” 

“i actually asked suguru. they’re like…two peas in a pod, they can’t do shit without each other. the paints and stuff they gave me and the nice basket too.” 

“that’s sweet of them. remind me to send them something later to thank them.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“no need. they were more than happy to give it up for you.” 

“ah yes. i hear they’re big fans of this camping bag story. the scouts honor and the fake story we had to tell them makes a lot more sense now.” you respond. 

sukuna rolls his eyes. 

“okay, you know what? sue me. i was like sixteen sleeping next to a girl for the first time. god forbid i enjoyed myself. and i don’t know why they’re all so hyperfixated on that story because it was a very normal thing to assume when you’re asked that question.”  

you snort. 

“and you say you’re not a pervert…” 

sukuna leans forward, his eyes flitting down to his lips before he looks back up at you. and he can tell that you’re in a mood, that you’re trying to push his buttons by annoying him. 

“you know i despise you right?” he whispers. 

you grin, leaning in. 

“is that right?” you whisper back. 

“oh yeah. you irritate me.” 

there isn’t even a shred of earnestness in the words he’s uttering. you know he doesn’t mean them. 

“keep going.” you respond, as he presses a warm kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“you’re a nuisance.” – a kiss to your forehead. 

“an irritation.” – a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“like a fucking thorn in my side.” – and a kiss to the sweet spot right in your neck and his hand snaking up your thigh, which makes you nearly keel your head back from the sensation. 

you place your hands on his cheek and pull him back, face flushed and his eyes nearly glazed over. 

“are you crazy?” you whisper. 

“what?” he asks. 

“we’re in public, dumbass. you can’t just start trying to rile me up.” 

sukuna leans back, obliging. 

“so you admit it? i was riling you up?” 

“oh, shut up.” 

you reach for the sandwiches and unpeel one for sukuna. before he takes it, he places a tiny white box in your lap. 

you frown. first the fancy date but the jewelry too? 

“sukuna. you didn’t–” 

“just open it. i’m impatient and i’ve been waiting all day. and i actually think you’ll like it. otherwise, you’re ungrateful and rude and you hate me.” sukuna responds. 

you give him a tight lipped smile before you open the little box and actually smile. 

it’s a dainty silver chain – the exact same as sukuna’s from the chain-links, but the build is a little thinner. and right at the center, a little charm of a star. 

you reach forward for his chain, dangling around his collarbone. and surely enough, in addition to the original charm he had of an interlocked circle, there’s a star charm added right next to it. 

“you always reach for it. when you’re talking or when we’re kissing. figured i’d get you your own since you’re such a big fan.” 

“you are so…” 

“perfect? sexy? the father of your children?” 

“i was thinking adorable. can i answer d for all of the above?” you respond. 

sukuna grins. 

“survey says yes, princess.” he responds. 

you yank the chain from the little box and hand it to him, before turning around for him to secure it on you. his fingers tickle against the nape of your neck, accompanied by a warm kiss, before he taps your shoulders to signify that he’s done. 

“you know. you really are perceiving me right now.” you respond. 

“and how’s that?” 

“i know you’re obsessed with me and pay attention to every word i say.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“obviously.” 

you jab at his side. 

“i mean, i know you’re doing this because i mentioned picnics yesterday and always feeling left out. sure you could put two and two together that he never really bought me any nice gifts or anything when i said he ruined my birthday.” 

“okay, captain obvious. and?” 

you shove him once more, before leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“well, i appreciate it. i know the whole…cutesy painting date isn’t your thing. we won’t have to do it again. and that you…you’re trying to make this whole thing special for me.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“i’m offended. first and foremost, i always like to eat with you. every time i think that there’s no way you can amaze me more, you find another way to spill food on your clothes.” 

“hey! that’s not true.” 

“you already spilled on the blanket. second, this is a very violent way to eat cake. you literally mess up all the layers by doing that and destroy the piping on the cake which i can admit, i am a fan of. and third, i’m going to paint us as worms, which seems enjoyable to me.” 

you curl your nose. 

“worms?” 

“yeah. what were you going to paint?” 

“i don’t know. but it certainly wasn’t going to be worms. like the park or flowers or something.” 

“boring. i’m going to paint us as slimy worms. and because we made it on this date, you’ll have to agree to put it up in the apartment, even if it’s ugly.” 

“sukuna.” you whine. 

“especially if it’s ugly. it’s a testament to our love.” he responds, dramatically placing his hands on  his chest. 

“you know, you’re so right. worms have been a really defining feature of your relationship.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your lips and an additional one on your cheek. 

“you just get me, princess!” 

and he breaks the little joke by lifting one of your hands to his lips, and pressing a kiss on all four of your knuckles before pressing your hand to his cheek. 

“and i have to do special things for a special person.” 

you return the gesture, lifting his tattooed fingers to your lips and doing the same. 

“you know…you’re really good at this type of thing.” you murmur. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i mean, being a boyfriend. and…and being supportive about everything. sometimes i feel like i’m trying really hard to be the best but…just comes naturally to you.” you respond. 

sukuna shrugs. 

“don’t know if i’m perfect but…loving you has always come really easy to me. i don’t really have to think twice about it because these are actually just things i want to do for you.” 

you groan. 

“see! that’s what i’m saying! you always just…say sweet things, do sweet things. sometimes i’m convinced i’m not even half deserving of it, just because sometimes i don’t reciprocate that back.” you respond. 

sukuna leans forward. 

“you know, you actually do though.” 

“as if.” you groan. 

sukuna pauses, before leaning his cheek against the tops of his knees and looking out at the expanse of grass in front of you. you follow his line of vision – to the dog running in the distance, the wide, billowing trees, and the little flower truck on the side – which you now realize is where sukuna copped the flowers from earlier. 

“i mean, this type of thing. that we have, or…or the way i act around you. it means a lot to you because, you…you’ve never had this before. right?” 

“yeah.” 

“well, i haven’t had you before. i know you see me as perfect, but…but when you say that i can tell that you don’t mean it the way my mom or…or yuuji think that i’m perfect. in the untouchable way.” 

you lean forward, cupping the side of his face. 

“sukuna. you’re so touchable.” you joke. 

“you’re disgusting.” 

“you love it.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“yeah, i really do. it does actually mean the world to me that you think i’m perfect how i am and don’t think i’m larger than life.” 

“if anything, your ego could be smaller.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“and…and even the other day. i know you were acting squirrely and weird when yuuji was near us and heard us bickering, but i was half convinced that you were going to take his side at the end, when he started saying that stuff about me. because it is true and i have acted a certain way in the past…and, you would have every right to agree with him if you wanted to.” 

you frown. 

“no, i wouldn’t. you’ve never treated me like that and i know you’re being earnest when you say these things to me. this would be a very elaborate way to get into my pants if that was what you were trying to do. and i know it’s not.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“that’s what i’m saying. every other person for me has never given me that benefit of the doubt, but you always do. you were the person who thought to tell me that my grandpa died when you all came to get me and you were the one who wasn’t mad at me. the things you do for me are the same, in equal magnitude, as what i do for you. if this makes you feel good, or…or on top of the world, you have to know that’s how you make me feel too. i’m half convinced that you’re basically made for me at this point the way you get everything right on point.” 

you lean forward and press a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“i really think you’re made for me too, ryomen.” 

sukuna groans, dramatically leaning his head back, before nearly pushing you over and peppering kisses to almost every surface on your face. 

“quit fucking saying my name. you have no idea what that does to me.” 

“i mean, i think i have an idea.” 

sukuna clamps his fingers over your mouth, before pressing a few more lingering kisses to your face and pushing off. and subsequently, picks all of the grass out of your hair as you roll your eyes. 

and after that sukuna, admittedly, very aggressively uses the wine glasses to portion off little slices of the cake and makes it a point to finish off yours when you can’t stomach the sweetness. and true to his promise – sukuna paints the two of you as worms, but at the park, stargazing. 

it’s a little silly, the way he paints it. you were expecting it to be more gory or gross, but it’s so corny that it makes you smile. because he draws the two little worms, but distinguishes between the two of you, by swiping some of your pink paint and adding a little ribbon to the one that’s supposed to be you. 

sukuna explains the stars. because before sukuna had dragged you out of that shitty bathroom bar, it’s what megumi and yuuji said in his drunken mess – he had pointed at two little stars and likened them to him and megumi.

and you’re almost positive that at the time, sukuna found it utterly ridiculous. but now, he understood it – the sentiment. that you and sukuna were two little worms, and two stars, and two little flowers too. 

and to his promise, the two of you decide to place the little canvases you drew at the end of the kitchen counter. 

it’s only then that you realize that you have to go the whole ten miles for sukuna the way he had done for you – countless times again. and that if you were going in blind in trying to make something special, you’d have to take a page out of his book and do some research. 

and there was only one person who could really help you, who you’d rather die than humble yourself to than ask for help. 

regardless of that, you still call sammy the next morning.

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next part linked here

an: they're about to do it. anyways....there is a very real playlist to match the one that they talk about in the fic -- and it matches the way it described in the fic! so it's interleaved, the first song is a song that sukuna would have added, the second one that y/n added, the third sukuna, so on and so forth. it's linked here! happy listening babies

second an: thank you for the love on the last chapter. it makes my heart really warm bc all of that was actually based on a REAL MAN and real things that I have felt/have said to me and just having people comment that they felt seen by it or it made them feel a certain type of way actually made me really happy and so warm. this blog was one of the first things I did after I stopped being really, really sad and i'm glad that i'm able to share a little joy here and there, if that's what this fic is for you. anyways this is long and sappy and gross and actually I just love you all for enduring the ouchies and the sillies with me a little bit 💌

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[jaidens]

Only Bought This Dress (So You Could Take It Off)

pairing [s] : miguel o’hara x reader

warnings [s] : smuttyyy | miguel is big af | spanking, jealousy smut!! mamas favorite treat. | ripping of clothes | miguel is a jealous daddy teehee | name-calling | oml this mann

a/n : guys i really don't know.. except i want him..so

Whenever Miguel invited you to the Spider-Ball, you had no idea what to wear to be completely and totally honest. Your designer was confused whenever you showed her a picture of Miguel's suit and told her to work her magic. And your designer did such.

The colors of blue and red were prominent and it had a collection of dark-orangey red to compliment his webs. It was completely perfect and what you were thinking of without even explaining it. It was a soft silk fabric with lace covered around with strings of pearls.

You had found a matching lingerie set that would have surely made Miguel lose his mind. When he picked you up in front of your apartment you saw how when you walked down the steps in your long, stiletto red bottom heels and that dress he was anxiously moving in his seat and holding only small talk with you.

The limo stopped at a humongous, absolutely gorgeous building the event was being held at. Spider-Men and Women from all over were dressed to the Tens. The driver opened your door and held his hand out for you to grab. You thanked him graciously as you tangled your arm with Miguel's as he straightened out his suit and he looked down at you. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. I love this dress.” His hand touches your hip, rubbing across the delicate fabric. You smile up at him, tracing across his features and the moonlight that colors his face with beautiful carvings.

He helps you up the stairs, letting you use him as a guide to getting up with such tall heels and concrete steps aren't the best mix. His hand stays on your lower back, holding you closer to him when more and more people start to show up. When you walk into the beautiful ballroom, the white marble floors are covered with people and you look up at the expressive paintings that reside on the ceiling with admiration.

“Look at that ceiling. My goodness, it's absolutely gorgeous." Miguel looks up at it, and you get a sight of his neck, as it stretches “It’s pretty amazing." Miguel leaves to speak with another caterer of the party and you go talk to sweet Mary-Jane. Her bright red hair strikes you as she turns around quickly and drops her mouth open.

“Aren’t you just gorgeous? Oh my wow... I love this dress!” Mary-Jane compliments you while running her hand down your arm. “Look at you! I'm obsessed with those earrings." You and MJ hold small talk before Peter walks up behind her and pulls her away to the drink and food tables.

You find a conversation with Peter. You ask him about why he decided to come to the event. “It’s for charity, love. I'll always go to these types of functions if it's about charity.” You turn your head and see Miguel staring at you and Peter, and you're in for the game. You put your hand on his shoulder and you start laughing when he makes a joke about robbing banks.

But as the night reached its climax, a shadow was cast over the euphoria. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced toward the entrance, meeting the gaze of a familiar face. There he stood, his eyes narrowed with a simmering mix of anger and hurt. It was him—the man I had left behind, Miguel consumed by jealousy.

You continue such actions, just being more calm and touchy. You really only saw Peter as a brother and nothing more. Even after stating that multiple times, Miguel still got worried about him. The live concert band showed up and you got giddy and grabbed Peter's hand and asked him to dance. You were casually dancing with Peter until the switch partners part of the song began and someone grabbed your hand and pushed you close.

“Such a slut aren't you? We're going home after this dance.” Miguel is angry and you can tell. His words are cut off and you see his eyes slowly darken with lust and jealousy. You stare down and rest your head on his chest. “Acting all innocent now too.” You really weren't trying to act innocent. You were worried about beginning to do it because you knew how Miguel would act.

As we made our way through the crowd, I cast one last glance over my shoulder, yearning for the stranger who had stirred something within me. But all I found were empty eyes, longing for freedom that now seemed like a distant dream.

The sleek, midnight-black car cut through the city streets like a predator on the prowl. Inside, the air crackled with a mix of desire and jealousy, swirling around Miguel and me, creating an intoxicating tension. The dimly lit cabin was suffused with a primal energy that mirrored the storm brewing between us.

Miguel's hands gripped the steering wheel with an intensity that betrayed the seething jealousy consuming him. His jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, but I could feel his eyes flickering with a fiery mix of possessiveness and resentment.

Earlier that evening, we had attended a glamorous social event, where attention naturally gravitated toward me. Miguel had watched as I conversed and laughed with other men, his strong facade cracking with each flirtatious exchange. The allure of his jealousy fueled my desire, and now we found ourselves alone, confined within the intimate space of his car.

The engine's growl mirrored the tension pulsating between us, as Miguel's grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. The silence was heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and simmering emotions, as we hurtled through the city streets with dangerous haste.

Unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, I ventured, my voice a gentle tremor, "Miguel, what's wrong?"

His gaze pierced through me, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "You know damn well what's wrong," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of accusation.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the air grow thick with his possessive aura. Miguel's simmering jealousy took on a life of its own, threatening to consume us both. I could sense the hunger in his touch, the burning desire to claim what he believed was rightfully his.

With a sudden swerve, the car veered into an empty parking lot, its tires screeching against the pavement. We came to an abrupt stop, the stillness amplifying the intensity of our emotions. Miguel turned to me, his dark eyes staring into mine, his breath shallow and uneven.

"What were you doing back there?" he demanded, his voice low and charged with a mix of anger and longing. "Flirting with Peter, teasing him with your charm."

A flicker of guilt danced across my features, mingling with the thrill of his possessive rage. "Miguel, it was harmless. Just a bit of fun."

His hand shot out, capturing my chin in a firm grip, his touch simultaneously tender and controlling. "Fun? Do you think I find pleasure in watching Peter vie for your attention?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper, laced with a possessiveness that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. "You're mine, and I won't stand for it."

In that charged moment, the confines of the car became an arena for our desires and frustrations. The boundaries blurred as Miguel's lips descended upon mine, claiming me with a ferocity that matched the fiery jealousy burning within him. The car's interior became a sanctuary for our entangled bodies, as we surrendered to the intoxicating dance of lust and possessiveness, each touch igniting a passionate blaze that threatened to consume us whole.

In the passenger seat, you, a tantalizing and spirited woman, brace yourself for what you sense is about to unfold. The air is thick with tension as you exit the car, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Miguel storms around the vehicle, his movements exuding authority, and yanks open your door. Without a word, he seizes your wrist and pulls you out, his grip firm yet electric with desire. He gracefully opens the door to the large house and he starts angrily dragging you to the bedroom that you shared together. He flips the lights off and presses a button. The LED lights that sat above turned a dark red. His tan skin is even more beautiful and tantalizing than it was in the sunlight. 

He pulls his tie loose and he throws you onto the cleanly made bed. You bend your elbows to catch your fall. You put your knees up and close your thighs together, giving a sort of pleasure that was becoming single-handedly harder to hold back from Miguel.  He begins to kiss your neck, sending a tingling sensation through your body. His hands move to your waist, feeling the curves of your body before he presses his body against yours. You close your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure that Miguel brings.

His lips travel down to your collarbone, creating a trail of butterflies that spread throughout your body. You can feel the heat of his body against yours and your heart racing. His hands move to your back as he leans in closer, sending sparks through your soul. He looks into your eyes and your lips meet in an electric kiss. You're lost in the moment, feeling alive and full of passion. You never want it to end. You're stuck in this dream before you remember what got you into this mess. He pulls away angrily and rips the perfectly made dress off your body. You stand there, feeling exposed and embarrassed. "Flirting with Peter wasn't a good idea, was it? Or would you rather him fuck you? Your heart raced as he said those words. You felt ashamed. You knew you had to face the consequences of your actions and you were not looking forward to it. He pulls off his tailored suit and you have a full look at his strong chest.

Miguel crawls back onto the bed and he bites your neck. You moan out and grab at his back, your manicured nails scratching red marks on them. "Please.. touch me." You're completely embarrassed that you're begging for him after getting yourself stuck in this situation. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye as he presses himself against you. His hands roam your body as he kisses your neck, his breath hot on your skin. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you surrender to his touch. His hand runs down your body, tracing over the delicate lace that you were adorned in.  Miguel's hand travels just under the waistband of the panties, teasing you further. "You like the taste of your own medicine? I bet you do." 

His fingers skim the lace and travel further until they reach your core. He teases and tantalizes you until you can't take it anymore and you cry out in pleasure. Miguel smiles, satisfied with the power he holds over you. "Such a slutty baby. Bet you'll take anything anyone gives you?" You blush and shake your head, unable to find the words to respond. He grins and presses his lips against yours, letting you know he doesn't need your answer. Instead, he just wants to show you how much pleasure he can give you. You feel his fingers rub your clit in figure-eights. You're rubbing your hips against his hands. You're so close before you feel it; he rips his hands away and lays his fingers against your lips.

You accept his fingers into your mouth and suck them off your pleasure. You moan as he moves his fingers in and out of your mouth, savoring the taste of your arousal. His hands return to your clit and you're soon overcome with pleasure, arching your back as you reach your peak. He flips you over and pushes your head down into the soft pillows and pulls your ass up. You're staring at the mirror at his gorgeous body as he pulls his pants down and throws them on the floor.

You can feel his hand rub against your ass before you feel it, a harsh smack against it. You cry out and hear him speak, "I want you to count how many times I spank your ass. If you do it correctly, I'll treat you." You take a deep breath and start counting, determined to do as he asked. As the spanks continue, you feel a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. You grit your teeth and keep counting until he stops. You feel one last rub in a circle over the burning marks. "You did well, baby." He flips you back around and your head it sat between your pillows and he grabs a pillow next to your head.

You twist your body around to be on your back. You're staring into his dark, beautiful eyes. Miguel takes the pillow and sticks it under your ass. You're on display for him. Your legs spread wide to give him room to relax. His strong arms wrap around your thighs and you feel his breath on your core. He looks up at you with a smirk and then explores you with his mouth. His tongue and lips dance around your sensitive areas.

His lips move faster and faster, sending shockwaves through your body that cause you to arch your back and thrust your hips into his face. His tongue is like a warm, gentle wave, caressing you and making you feel more alive than you ever have before. You can feel your muscles tense up as you get closer and closer to the edge, and when you finally reach it you let out a loud, intense moan that echoes through the room.

"So good for me." He groans out as he comes back up from your core and your slick is on his chin and lips, shimmering in the light. Miguel sits up and you notice how tense his body is. He's hard, his tip is dark purple had gotten so worked up from eating you out and hearing your pleasurable moans that echoed throughout the room. You sit up and your hand travels down his abs and to his cock, stroking it. He leans back against the bed; his hands holding him up from falling, and you press your lips against his, tasting yourself and him. You can feel his heartbeat racing as you kiss him passionately. Your hand strokes him as he humps into your hand. "For how dominant you had been earlier... this is different."

Miguel looks up at you. His eyes have tears as you continue to stroke him. You can sense the vulnerability in Miguel as he looks up at you, his eyes glistening with tears. You can feel the emotion radiating off of him as his heart beats rapidly in response to your touch. He is letting you in, allowing you to see a side to him that he usually keeps hidden. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close. You whisper comforting words to him, assuring him that it's ok to let it all out. He relaxes in your embrace, feeling safe and secure in your presence. After a couple of quick thrusts, his abs tighten and he cums in your hand. 

He holds you and you lay in his arms. “You did so good baby. Let’s go get you in the bath.” Miguel picks you up under your aching thighs and carries you to the bathroom that was in your room. He sets you down on the chair that sat in the bathroom. He turns on the bathtub and the water begins heating up. Miguel picks you up once more and sets you into the bath. Your body stretches out and you relax. You share I Love You’s and you lay down for the night.

[angelic-iam]

Stroke Of Luck Chapter One

Warnings: Profanity, angst, adult themes and conversations, hints at infertility, infidelity, death , light violence

A/N: Please excuse any grammatical errors I tried to go through it as best I could .second bear with me if its not up to reading standard im trying to jump back into my writing bag and this will be my first story I've actually released so I might be a bit rusty lol but please enjoy

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I sat on the front porch of my family home trying to hold it together as I watched my father put the last of jordans bags into the car .Today was the day I had been dreading the most my older brother Jordan was going away again on deployment .He had told us months ago about his decision to reenlist and I had been preparing myself for his departure hoping it would put me at ease. It didn't. My brother is one of my best friends and to see him leave was going to leave me with a void. Even through my dismay however I was proud of him even if in this moment my emotions didn't allow for me to show it.It didn't take long before the empty space beside me was filled with a familiar face. I turned to see Jordan, his face filled with sadness. Respecting the space I was in he allowed for us to sit in silence a moment before deciding to break it. “you okay?” he asked concern laced in his voice. I shook my head “not really," I replied softly, trying to avoid eye contact knowing I would cry. He sighed pulling me into his side as the tears began to prick my eyes.” I promise this time will fly by so fast you won't even realize” he said kissing my forehead .”No jo I will notice it will not be the same without you. who else will keep me sane dealing with ma and jade you're the only thing holding us together “ I croaked “ Theres always facetime if that doesn't work then we write, and if that don't work I'll send a pigeon” he joked Not being able to it in hold in a laughed spilled from my lips Jordan joining in seconds later “Jo it's time to hit the road” our fathers voiced called out .Jordan nodded his head signaling for my dad to give him a moment. Jordan stood pulling me up with him into a hug me, nuzzling my face into his chest feeling the water works starting back up. “I love you so much josie” he said wiping a stray tear that slipped free “I love you more jo” I said turning him loose. “Oh, and sis do me one last favor” he said walking down the porch steps “name it” I called out “smile no more tears”. I cracked a small smile as he turned making his way to the car climbing in leaving me in a broken mess as I watch my dad's chevy Tahoe disappear down the road.

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In the same spot I stood five years later staring down the same dirt road my brother wouldn't have the opportunity of returning to. He was gone. Jordan was sent in on a rescue mission to save a fellow marine of his platoon, ironic in the end he ended up being the one needing saving. Shit went south and my brother was shot and killed in the line of fire. I was angry feeling as if the universe had slighted me robbing me of being able to share future moments with my brother. Him cheering me on when as I walked

the stage after completing nursing school, being a bridesmaid in his and his fiancé Arielle's wedding, holidays, birthdays. Gone. The only presence of him now in this moment was his framed picture that stood in the front of our family home for the repass. Not wanting to continue allowing myself to drown further in my grief I turned walking up the steps primary focus locating one of two people Arielle or my cousin India . It didn't take long to find ari talking with one of my aunts. Arielle was short in stature compared to most with smooth golden-brown skin that seemed to glow as the warm rays peaked through the window and a fit physique that would put Tyra banks to shame. No doubt courtesy of her personal trainer profession. Her round face framed with voluptuous curls. It was amazing to see her strength. Throughout her struggle a dimpled smile still adorned her face one that caused her Chinky eyes to disappear as she laughed. Noticing me walking over she politely closed out her conversation with my aunt walking to meet me. “Where did you disappear to “she quizzed giving me a slight nudge “ I needed some fresh air the condolences and sorry for your losses were becoming overwhelming” I huffed "Trust, I get it I have to many people asking me what i'm going to do with me and our son” she stated shifting uncomfortably. My heart ached for her. I couldn't imagine how it is to become a widow, single parent, and having to break the news to kaizen.

“for whatever your move or decision is you're not alone. You got me forever and so does nugget “I Said with half smile. She giggled at the nickname I assigned kaizen at birth. We glanced over watching the mini version of Jordan running around the house with the other kids.” I almost forgot your dad wanted to see us in the kitchen” she stated switching the topic. I nodded as we made our way to the cramped kitchen pushing past multiple bodies. My dad stood looking down at my mother with admiration as they talked among themselves “Hey daddy “I greeted walking over as he pulled me into a hug “Hey baby come sit your sister should be here in a moment” he said ushering me and ari to sit. I scrunched up my face at the mention of my sister. Jade and I had an exceedingly tenuous relationship. Jade was the youngest out of the three of us and was the golden child spoiled completely rotten. In my parents' eyes she could do no wrong and treated her as such. It didn't help that my mother drove the wedge and distaste for one another deeper pitting me and my sister against each other in a warped ass competition. Who is better than the other. My mother secretly rooted for jade while my dad on the other hands liked to play devil's advocate. Jordan was the only one who called them out holding everyone ,including myself accountable. The final nail in the coffin was catching Jade and my then boyfriend of two years Darien in bed together not to mention she continues to see him. To say I was hurt and angry was an understatement and as my family (aside from Jordan) tends to do they brushed it under the rug. As if her ears were burning jade stalks in turning her nose up at the sight of me. Feeling myself become anxious and agitated I decided to jump start the conversation “everything okay you wanted to speak with us” I question. Dad sighed grabbing a stack of papers from the counter sitting down placing them in the middle of the table. “We are going to start sorting out your brother estate and assets “Now” I asked in disbelief “Yes per your mother request”. Still not understanding the urgency I pressed further “Why so soon?” I said.” I have something important to take care of so I asked mom and dad to move it up” jade answered nonchalantly “what could possibly be so important that were doing this the day of our brothers funeral “I gritted out finding myself becoming angry. Sensing this Arielle reached over taking my hand in hers giving it a light squeeze “I have a trip I'll be going on we didn't want to move the dates” jade shrugged.” A DAMN TRIP!! WERE GRIEVING AND YOU HAVE NO CONCERN OR REGARD FOR ME OR FOR ARRIELLE. MY BROTHER ISNT EVEN IN THE GROUND GOOD AND YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT A TRIP AND IF WE CALL IT LIKE IT IS YOU’RE WONDERING WHAT YOU CAN GET YOUR HANDS ON FUCKING SELF-” 

“JOSELYNN TAYLOR, YOU MIND YOUR MOUTH IN MY HOME I DIDNT RAISE YOU TO BE DISRESPECTFUL AND WE AREN'T GOING TO START NOW “My mom interrupted slamming her hand down on the table. “Dad” I turned to him secretly pleading for him to jump to my defense but as always nothing.” Josie, I get that you’re upset I do but let's just rip the band aid off and get this over with” he said pulling his reading glasses on his face. Meanwhile jade's face held a victorious smirk, and I wanted nothing more than to put it through some dry wall “The lawyers drew up the paperwork dividing the assets based on Jordan's will. He had a one hundred fifty-thousand-dollar life insurance policy that will be divided fourways between his parents, two sisters and fiancé Arrielle. His dodge challenger he left to his sister Jade Taylor while rest the remaining vehicles will go to his fiancé Arrielle Rodriguez” From the side of my eye I could see jade smiling. “As for his properties he leaves the townhome located in California 9870 Blancas Blvd. in Anaheim to Arrielle and lastly, the ranch house located at 1600 rose ridge rd here in Dallas Texas as well as the 8 acres surrounding it” My dad paused taking a moment to catch his breath as my sister sat up in her chair ready “ will be left to his sister Joselynn Taylor” he finished laying the paper on the table. Jade scoffed snatching up the paper reading it not believing what she's heard. I sat in shock looking over at Arrielle who nodded confirming it for me.

“ Me and Jordan decided to create a backup plan in case of a worst-case scenario. Never thought id actually have to execute it. We thought it'd be best if I moved back to Cali to be closer to my parents and family for support, the house is way too much for me and kaizen by ourselves and besides it would be a painful reminder to our son “she stated fighting tears. “He thought you were the most deserving seeing as your in school and jade has support from your parents figured it would be the best for you” ari said. "But that's not fair I got plenty of cars that's nothing can't you do something” Jade complained her turn now to plead with our parents. My mother diverted her attention now to me “Josie can't you switch it's not like you need it. You’re single, no kids unlike your sister who's been in a three-year relationship with Darien and expecting “she tried to reason while sneakily throwing jabs at me. I let my eyes dance between my parents and jade reading their body language. It was true. "You -your pregnant” I stuttered as a began to internally crack “Yes it was confirmed yesterday at the doctors. Four weeks along I think Darien is more excited than me” jade beamed getting a kick at seeing me squirm at the news “you know I could refer you to our doctor he could possibly help with that sour ass womb of yours” she bragged tossing her hair over her shoulder. I could feel my throat begin to close up as tears were now flowing down my face “Jade that's messed up and out of pocket l what is that to say to someone? You just be lucky your ungrateful behind received anything your words are uncalled for” Arrielle jumped in taking to my defense “thanks Arri for taking up for me, dad I can't do this I gotta go” I stood abruptly pushing myself away from the table storming out of the house hoping into my car speeding off.

I drove with no destination until my crying turned into dry heaving processing the news. Not only did I have to take my sister snatching my relationship with Darien from under me but now I have the pleasure to watch them start a family one that should've been mine. A shitty way to rub salt in the wound. Ten minutes passed by before the sound of coco jones ICU blared through the car's speaker. Taking a quick glance at the car screen. I see my favorite cousin India name displaying. I may not have had a sister relationship with Jade, but I did find one with India. If I wasn't with Jordan I was with her. Three musketeers. I tapped answer “hey India wassup” I asked trying to mask the fact I was just crying “Honey I should be asking you that seeing the way you just ran out of here what happened”. I sighed “It's a long story “I stated “ wanna talk about it over some drinks at dukes “she offered ‘ooh please link with you at 8” I replied “see you then” she agreed

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I tossed back my second shot of tequila squeezing my eyes closed as the clear liquid burned my chest India taking the chance to laugh at my facial expressions. “Thats no ordinary liquor “ I coughed “ Yeah but your ass needs it , now do you want to tell me what happened back at uncle Melvins” she said getting straight to business “ Where to start let's see that bitch jades greedy ass talked to my mom to convince her to push up sorting out Jordans affairs disregarding the fact were hurting, the only good and surprising thing was Jordan left a house to me but of course jade with help from my mom couldn't let that slide nooo they had to degrade me and spring on me that jades pregnant by Darien, Jade finished with saying she can refer me to her doc for my quote sour womb” I rambled with air quotes causing India to spit out her drink “ I know you fucking lying” she blurted “I Wish I was “ I chuckled darkly signaling the bartender for another round “so are we dragging her now or later” she asked in all seriousness “ we can't she's pregnant” I retorted “ AND her face aint her lip would have been swole before she could leave the house” India shook her head completely dumbfounded “I'm honestly in a space of being mentally exhausted it feels like I've had the worst luck of the draw. I can't seem to maintain anything good “I said “Josie Girl, I love you but were gonna gone head and shut your self pity party down. Sure you're going through some shit right now but it's not the end of the world. Your smart as hell ,On your way to becoming a nurse, fine as hell with a fat ass” she joked giving my behind a poke causing me to laugh “besides there's nothing you've lost that can't be regained Darien left but he aint the only man left in the world. You just got to find the right one for you one that slangs the meat” she said gyrating “oh my god dee must you do that in public and why so loud” I said covering my face in embarrassment “ I don't care you need some but first you have to stop running them away” she teased. ”it's not my fault they can't handle me “I shrugged leaning against the bar. She wouldn't call it running them off more so like weeding out the bad. Joselynn was tough overall to crack. Her hard exterior was difficult to get through. She was already to some degree antisocial so to get a conversation from her was a blessing. Even then you had to be engaging enough to hold her attention both in and out of the bedroom as she got bored easily. She wasn't one to just settle for anything as the slightest misstep/red flag and you were gone. Joselynn knew part of it was due to Darien.” you need to come with a sign that says you bite” She teased tooting her lips up at me as I shoved her slightly laughing. Before I respond Tamia’s Can't Get Enough came over the bar's speaker causing hoops and yells to erupt. Instinctively me and India made our way over to where the line dance started joining in. I was grateful for the distraction India provided and the peace she managed to bring. We continued throughout the night to dance to a few more songs take a few more drinks to the head before deciding to call it a night. Stumbling into the house I kicked my shoes off at the door making my way to my bedroom struggling to find the light. I went to take a seat on my bed seeing both a letter and a manilla envelope. The envelope from my dad the letter from Jordan. My hands trembled slightly gripping the letter not wanting to pull myself back into a state of hurt. I sat the letter to the side grabbing the envelope ripping it open out tumbling out a set of keys, inside the deed to the house and a small note from my father  

Josie i'm sorry for earlier on behalf of your mother and sister inside is the deed for the house the keys as well as the address I love you always pops 

Part of me was still angry but I had a soft spot for my dad and he knew that. Officially tired I sat the paperwork on the side table stripping my clothes and turning off the light, deciding to shower in the morning. It wasn't long till sleep overtook me.

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A month had passed since the day of the funeral and I had tried to bury the emotions of Jordan being gone so much that I buried myself in other things to keep my mind occupied. Working at the hospital being a CNA provided some distraction and what my job didn’t cover in the distraction field schooling took care of the rest. In its own way they also provided me an excuse and shielding from my unrelenting mother who still made it her business to call pestering me to rethink my decision about the home. I won’t. It was one thing I had power over, and I wouldn't relinquish it so easily. For the first two weeks of his passing I went back and forth on whether or not I would actually move into the home not feeling quite right about it but after starting to feel like things were becoming stagnant decided it was best to move. I slowly drove up the light graveled path mouth dropping at the sight of the house that sat nestled at the end of the dirt road. It was a stunning two-story ranch style house with a wraparound porch. Coming into a stop I tossed the boxed moving truck into park hopping down to get a better look at the home “this is gorgeous “India stated walking up after parking her car. “I agree can't believe he left this for me” I marveled taking it all in “well believe it toots now let's gawk at it from the inside we got work to do” she declared holding her hand out for the truck keys. Dropping them into her hands she went to grab the first box as I went to open the door. The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. The multicolored stone walls paired well with the mahogany hardwood floors and high ceilings. The set up with the furniture accented well no doubt due to Arrielle's careful selection when they were here.” Girl this is neeiceeee it don't smell like roaches in here or nothing "India shouted carrying in one of the boxes “You don't have the sense you were born with” I chuckled at her reference to girls trip “you ready to get this over with”. She groaned knowing just like me how long of a process unpacking was going to be. Without another moment of hesitation we jumped in getting started.

After what felt like years later I folded the last of my clothes, placing them away as India flopped on my bed groaning. “ I hate your don't need a man for shit mentality that was horrible” she grumbled “ It wasn't that bad” I giggled plopping down beside her “ Like hell it wasn't my ass is going to be hurting for days” she countered “I'll make it up to you I promise” I teased pinching her cheek “ yes you will tonight I want dinner fried chicken, mac the works” she responded smacking my hand away sitting up on her elbows “ Your joking” I asked not knowing if she was serious or not “nope I'm serious”. “Dee I don't feel like it” I whined “tough shit” she said not wavering. She was just as stubborn as I was.” Fine but you're getting the groceries” I huffed out relenting. “Cool with me I'm gonna go home shower then i'll swing back”. She jumped up grabbing her keys walking out. Taking this as an opportunity I grabbed a t-shirt and underwear from my drawer walking into the large master bathroom. I turned on the shower allowing the warm water to run relaxing my tense muscles strained by the lifting. After I finished I got dressed walking back in the room looking for my phone realizing I must have left it downstairs. Making my way to the stairs I could see the light from the living room reflecting on the wall. I figured India may have left it on that was until it flicked off. I froze on the top stair as my mind began to race, trying to rationalize what I saw. Maybe it was India. No, she wouldn't be back that quick. Maybe it was a blown fuse but a scared part of me didn't want to chance it. Tip toeing back upstairs I looked for something to use as a weapon eyes landing on the hammer I had used earlier to hang photos. Clutching it tight I slowly crepted downstairs the only noise was the sound of my heart thumping in my ears. Rounding the corner I froze seeing a figure standing a few feet away in the doorway the moonlight highlighted their 5’8 figure while providing shade from their face. Fear momentarily fueling me I got ready to charge forward when someone grabbed hold of my wrist twisting it causing my grip on the hammer to loosen eventually dropping it. Not having time to process what was happening I was grabbed and flipped on my back pinned down by the larger party. Still I struggled against the intruder managing to momentarily free my arm. I drew my arm back throwing blows anywhere they would land this didn't do anything but piss the person of as I was lifted slightly from the floor and slammed back down causing me to yelp in pain. Panic set in flooding through my nervous system. “TERRY WAIT SHIT I THINK THAT'S A WOMAN” a voice cut through from the other side. The lights flicked on seconds later giving me the chance now to get a look at the intruders. The one by the door stubbled faced held panic as he too assessed our current situation. Remembering the heavy weight at my midsection my eyes shot to the one who had me pinned. My breath hitched in my throat.

His honey kissed face glared back down at me while his plump lips twisted up in a snarl. His chiseled arms flexed as he kept me held in place but the most defining thing however. His eyes. A beautiful pool of blue gray encircling hints of hazel and green something similar to a painter who accidentally had his watercolor paints blending together into a perfect mess. “If I let you go do you promise to not do anything stupid” his baritone voice questioned snapping me from my awkward eye raping. I nodded in response. He stood pulling me effortlessly up with him. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” I asked finding my voice coming back as I rubbed my now sore shoulder. “I'm Mike that's terry" the one from the doorway answered “sorry if we scared you” he said sheepishly. “Scared is an understatement and that still doesn't answer why you're here or why I shouldn't be calling the cops for breaking and entering and assault” I fussed through gritted teeth. Still not saying much since turning me loose the one name terry walked past me grabbing something from his bag on the floor walking back over to me handing me a piece of paper. Jordans handwriting.

Hey T if you're receiving this letter it's because I'm dead. It's funny thinking on it seeing as the squad always joked calling me mister invincible but yet here I am gone. I thank you for always being there for me since meeting you you've always been like a brother to me rather than a fellow marine in arms. Given our prior conversation about your situation, I wanted to do one thing for you. I offer you T a place of solitude if you ever need to get away the address is listed below keys are hidden in the porch light fixture. Continue to be great .. I love ya man  

                                                          Jordan signing out for the last time 

I looked up at him handing the letter back to him. "You knew my brother” I said feeling the wave of his death rushing back again. I watched as his face widened in realization of who I was. “Yes we served together. I apologize for roughing you up I didn't realize you were Jordans sister. I thought you might have been someone that had broken in”. I nodded understanding. “it's fine I thought the same” I said calming down. “Look we don't want to crowd your space and sorry for the intrusion. I didn't think anyone would be here. Your brother as you can see failed to mention you moving in we will leave” Terry said signaling for mike to grab their bags. I sighed looking towards the ceiling having an internal battle with myself and before I could stop myself the words flew from my mouth “You can stay”

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DRIVEN BY ADRENALINE suna rintarou. chapter 005 ; you wish.

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২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 (1,441)

২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (reader getting more confident, ride along yay, more rin + runa arguing, KISSING, < who said that, past terushima x runa for some reason)

Two weeks after the first race, Runa invites you to another. You’ve been getting to know Runa and her friends a lot better recently— you’re becoming more comfortable with them. No more nervous looks to Runa, no more excessive use of filler words like ‘uh’ or ‘um,’ more comfortable laughter.

It’s fun when you go hang out with them. It’s become a normal thing for you to accompany Runa wherever she goes, and vice versa. You have friends now. College friend. Friends who race very fast, very cool cars.

You no longer feel the need to dress differently when you’re around them. Which is why, tonight, you’re dressed like how you would for class. Jeans and a hoodie. You feel comfortable, but you’re still weary of the eyes of passersby on you.

This time, Rin is with the rest of the guys when you show up. Your heartbeat speeds up and you have to take a deep breath before meeting his eyes. His effect on you has grown worse and worse.

“Hey, guys!” Runa greets, smile on her face as always.

You walk behind her, hands shoved into the pocket of your hoodie. “Hey, guys,” you repeat, nodding your head.

“Hey, Y/n,” Rin does the same, smiling at you.

Beside him, Atsumu elbows his brother in the side. “Hey, Y/n,” he mocks, snickering. Rin looks at him, glaring, and Atsumu stops snickering. “My bad.”

“Terushima is here tonight.” The voice catches you off guard. Kita doesn’t really talk much, but when he does it’s great. You like Kita. He’s nice and he doesn’t talk shit as much as the others do. 

Runa whips her head over to the white-haired man, eyes widened. “What?” She asks. “Like, here? Like, he’s here, right now? Racing? Tonight?”

Rin snickers and pushes himself off the hood of his car. “Yeah, and I’m gonna kick his ass right about,” he pauses and looks at the nonexistent watch on his wrist, “now.”

Everyone laughs, including you. There’s been a thought in the back of your head recently. Well, ever since you attended the first race, really. You can’t stop thinking about what it’s like to be in that car. In any car, actually. What it’s like to cross that finish line, to drift around the corners— the thought is eating you alive.

“Hey, uh, Rin?”

He turns to you, still smiling from having laughed at his joke. His brows raise expectantly. Runa and the rest of them turn to look at you as well. That feeling of being out of place comes back. You clear your throat. “Can I…” you trail off, glancing around at the others. “Um, actually, never mind.”

Rin furrows his brows, looking around as well. He walks over to you, puts a hand on your shoulder, and turns you away from the group. “What’s up?”

Your hands, still shoved in the pocket of your hoodie, start to sweat. You swallow hard. This is more nerve wracking than probably anything you’ve ever done. “Can I, um, go with you?”

He stares at you for a moment. “Go with me?” He repeats. “Like, ride with me? When I race Terushima?”

You nod timidly.

“Uh.” He clicks his tongue and turns around to signal Runa over to the conversation. Your face heats up. Why can’t he just answer you? “Hey, Runie. Y/n just asked if she could, uh, ride along with me. During the race.”

Runa blinks at him, then turns to you and does the same. Why is everybody acting like you just asked them if you could help them rob a bank?

“Absolutely not.” She shakes her head. “It’s too dangerous and, I’m pretty sure I already said this, but I don’t want to have to look for a new roommate. No way, absolutely not, I do not give my permission.”

“I’m not a child.” It comes out almost involuntarily. You regret aot as soon as it’s said. “I mean— I’m—“ you take a deep breath. “I can make my own decisions. It’s, um, it’s up to Rin. Right, Rin?”

He opens his mouth to talk, but closes it when Runa narrows his eyes. “It’s… complicated. Runa’s right; it is dangerous. We don't want that pretty face getting all messed up, right?”

Right now, compliments will get him nowhere. You press your lips together and look directly into Rin’s eyes, preparing for the loss of dignity you’re about to experience. “Please?” It’s just one word. It’s quiet, barely audible over the engines of other cars, but it’s there nonetheless.

His lips part, his pupils expand. His eyes dart to your lips, then back up to your eyes. He looks at Runa for a brief second, then nods at you. “Okay.”

“What? Rin, no. You just said I was right.” Runa tries to protest, but she can’t stop Rin when he walks over to Atsumu’s motorcycle and grabs the helmet sitting on the seat. He comes back to you and places it in your hands.

“Wear this,” he says. “Just in case.”

“Just in case,” you repeat with a nod.

He leads you over to his car and, before he starts it, he looks over at you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You stare at him. Are you? Your life in Miyagi was boring. Routine. Wake up, go to school, go home, go to sleep. Repeat. Nothing ever happened to you. But here? You moved to Tokyo and were immediately taken under somebody’s wing. You had a new group of friends and a crazy secret in a matter of days.

You put the helmet on your head and look over at him. “I’m sure.” You nod. 

He smirks, shakes his head, then pulls his car up to the starting line. There’s already another car there. It’s bright orange and it might be a Nissan, but how would you know? They roll down their window and laugh loudly.

“Got a passenger princess this time, Rinnie? That’s cute. By the end of this race, she’ll wanna be my passenger princess.”

Rin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right, Terushima. I’m gonna beat you this time, just like I have every other time.” He looks at you and jerks his head towards the blonde man. “Runa’s last situationship. He’s a douchebag.”

Another wild laugh comes from the car and Rin rolls his window up. You giggle at that.

A woman steps out in front of the cars and you suddenly feel self conscious once again. You look at Rin, to see where his eyes are, but they’re on you.

“You ready?” He asks, tilting his head.

You take a deep breath and nod. He sits back in the seat, hand on the gear stick. The woman brings a hand up— the act is familiar to you now. She looks at the two racers, then brings her hand down. Rin’s car shoots off so fast that your whole body clings to the seat. 

The ride is exhilarating. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as the cement walls around you go by in a blur. The only thing you can hear is Rin shifting gears and the roar of the engine. A corner comes up, Rin shifts gears and drifts around it. Your chest heaves, eyes wide.

It’s not a long race. Less than half a mile, if you remember correctly. You’re smiling ear-to-ear, laughing loudly. This is the best experience you’ve ever had in your life, you think. Before you know it, Rin is just a few yards away from the finish line. You look back as best you can and that bright orange car is nowhere to be seen.

You let out a scream— pure excitement. Your skin is tingling adrenaline. You can’t believe it. Rin crosses the finish line and stops his car. Before he even puts it in park, you’re ripping off the helmet.

“You won!” You exclaim in a laugh. “You fucking won! Holy shit!” You know you look crazy. Your eyes are wide, your hair is probably a mess, you’re breathing heavily. “Holy— Rin, you won!”

He returns the wide grin, letting out a laugh as well. “Did you think I would lose?” He asks, jokingly narrowing his eyes. “Y/n, I’m wounded.”

You giggle and stare at him. He looks good. A little too good. You wish you could blame it on adrenaline when you surge forward and kiss him. You wish you could blame it on adrenaline when he kisses you back, cupping your face in his hands. You wish you could blame it on adrenaline when you lean back with another giggle, smile permanently plastered to your face.

২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Bear and Bug Overview:

a/n: here's just a general overview that i promised forever ago to give some more info about the au!! if you have any questions or headcanons PLS send them in 🙏 ask anyone i love talking about this au and i'd love to hear everyone else's thoughts as well 🧸🐞

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General:

Bug met the Hughes brothers when she was just a baby

Her parents are close friends with Jim and Ellen

She's one year older than Jack and they’ve always been the closest

She’s still always been very close with Quinn and Luke as well, just in different ways

Bug with Quinn:

Always kind to one another but had separate groups for a long time

Not necessarily ignoring each other, the age gap just had a bit of a difference

Bug admitted to Jack when she was 8 that she had a crush on Quinn

She begged him to keep it a secret

Quinn realized he had feelings for bug when he was 17

Ignored it for as long as he could

They got really close while they were both at UMich

Inseparable now, you won’t see one without the other

Unless Jack or Luke is stealing her away

They prefer quiet nights at home to going out

More than one date night has consisted of take-out and silently reading beside one another on the couch

Quinn WILL argue with Jack about spending time with Bug

That’s HIS girl

Bug with Jack:

Calls her "Bugger" more often than just "Bug"

Were literally attached at the hip for the first 18 years of their lives

Both cried when they said goodbye when Bug went to college and Jack went to New Jersey

Both can be INCREDIBLY dramatic

They feed off of each other’s energy

Jack pouts if he thinks Quinn has gotten more “Bug Time” than him

Will in fact steal Bug for hours/days at a time because she was his best friend before she was Quinn’s girlfriend

“I had her first Quinn” - actual quote from Jack when arguing about whose turn it was to hang out with Bug

Got really upset when Quinn and Bug told him about their relationship

Was actually projecting because he was already worried he was losing Bug because of their busy schedules

Had expressed those concerns to his mother AND to Luke prior to finding out about Quinn and Bug

They were literal menaces to society in their teen years.

Bug is a completely different person when she’s with Jack.

She fr lets her freak flag fly because her and Jack are partners in crime

Would definitely be the duo to rob a bank

Bug with Luke:

More likely to call Bug "Buggy"

Luke is Bug’s child. If she could adopt him out from under Jim and Ellen she would. That’s her baby.

Bug sneaks off to hang out with Luke when Jack and Quinn are too busy arguing over her to notice

“Wait where did she go?” - Jack

“LUKE!!” - Quinn

^^ Actual occurrence. Has happened more than once.

When she was little and Luke was a baby she would tell him her secrets because he literally couldn’t talk so who would he tell?

This is what started their little “tradition” of Bug telling Luke EVERYTHING

That’s why Luke was initially hurt that she didn’t tell him about her relationship with Quinn

He realized eventually that she had good reason and he had to respect that (emotionally mature king)

When he’s at UMich while Bug is still there you bet he runs to her room whenever he possibly can

Finds random excuses:

“I need to study and the boys are being loud downstairs”

“I don’t know how to cook. Can you make me food?”

“I’m trying to watch Harry Potter but people keep coming into my room. Can I watch it at yours?”

100% emotionally attached to Bug and is constantly prepared to fight either or both of his brothers if they hurt her again

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sibling!bokuto.

a/n | i thrive writing bokuto in silly situations being absolutely silly

“HELP ME, i don’t know where i put my— woahh, holy shit,” bokuto koutarou paused in his sentence as he entered your room, his focus suddenly on something entirely else. wide mouthed and a pointer finger digging in your face, he screeched, much to your chagrin, and you thought about kicking his shin, “when did you decide to become a miscreant?!”

“what the—” you pushed away his hand and went to sit in front of your commode to work leave-in conditioner into your hair, “first, how do you even know that word? second, you ever heard of knocking? third, why the hell do you think i’m some kind of criminal?”

“your ears, duh,” he looked at you like you were stupid, which was rich coming from your brother, “you’ve got, like, a bajillion quadrillion piercings in there.”

you stared at him through the reflection in your mirror, hands stilling in your damp hair, and at the accusing glare he pinned your way, apparently offended that you hadn’t decided to share your resolve to switch to the lawless side of living with him before you went and did it.

“since when do any amount of piercings make anybody a ‘miscreant’? also, don’t use words that are smarter than you. it creeps me out.”

koutarou flashed you a grin, his hands stemmed on his hips, and you watched him pose in front of the mirror when he caught his own reflection, ridiculous faces pulled at his double biceps, “it’s okay to be jealous of my vocabulary, dude.”

“akaashi-san taught you, didn’t he.”

“yep!”

you swatted his hands away when he reached out to touch your hair, either to mess with it or to help you, which you’d rather not have him do in either case. the amount of knots you had to work out of your messed up hair last time was more than enough for a lifetime and gave you enough material to have proper nightmares from. bokuto koutarou with a brush and a hairband could stay faaaaar away from you.

“either way, kou,” you flicked his hands away again, and he lightly kicked your chair in retort, “something as simple as ear holes doesn't make anybody a criminal. it’s like saying that everybody who has dyed hair is going to rob a bank or something.”

you sent a pointed glance to the white-grey strands on top of his head, and his eyes followed yours through the mirror to his own reflection and the spiked artwork he had fixed his hair in. the way his face froze in a surprised, almost scared, grimace was the pinnacle of humour in your book, and you couldn’t help but start giggling to yourself.

“oh god, i’m going to rob a bank,” he groaned, the heels of his hand digging into his eyes as he fell to his knees, “fuck, and i don’t even have a plan yet!”

your laughter transformed into a full-blown cackle at his despair, and you heard your mother yell up to you from downstairs to “tone it down you two!”

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we're not dating. (or are we?) - g.h x l.k

wc : 592

pairings : grayson hawthorne x lyra kane, from the grandest game.

synopsis : grayson's to help lyra find out what happened to her father, when lyra needed to grab her journal at home, but apparently her family was inside.

warnings : nothing lol.

a/n : guess whos back!! back again!! i dont really like this that much but im glad i made an effort to write again

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grayson hawthorne had just landed in lyra’s hometown. he had promised her during the game. that he’d help her once this was all over, help her truly uncover what had happened to her father. the note she found at the game was still tucked into her journal. thomas, thomas, tommaso, tomas. her phone buzzed. grayson. 

where do you want to meet? - gray, 4.38 pm.

my house, my journal is still inside, im also on the way there.

[location attached] - lyra, 4.40 pm.

👍🏻 - gray, 4.41 pm

grayson was there earlier than the house-owner herself. grayson was about to ring lyra right when her motorcycle came to a stop in front of him. his pose made it look like he’d been waiting for long enough. “sorry, traffic.” lyra shortly apologized while taking off her helmet. “i don't think my parents are home, you should wait inside while i get my journal.” lyra explained quickly before unlocking the door, gesturing gray to enter. to both their surprises, her brother and mom sat at the dining table. “shit.” lyra muttered quietly enough. grayson smirked at her panic. “lee lee! whos that?” her brother jumped out of his seat, quickly running towards her. “uh, well he’s my–” lyra’s excuse was cut short.

“boyfriend. lyra’s boyfriend.” he shot a smirk towards lyra, who had her mouth agape. grayson made her way towards lyra’s mom. “hello, miss kane. lyra was telling me about you, now i do get how lyra is immeasurably stunning” bullshit. it was all bullshit in lyra’s eyes, but in grayson’s, he meant it all. lyra was indeed stunning. “no need to flatter me dear, come, sit down,” lyra’s mom smiled at grayson. for all lyra knew, he could’ve been an actor with these skills. lyra’s brother eventually sat back down, dragging lyra to do the same. “i honestly didn’t expect this, darling.” lyra’s mom laughed, the thought of her daughter getting herself a boyfriend was flattering, yet nearly impossible. “i didn’t either, miss kane.” grayson let loose, just a little bit. lyra scoffed. “we really need to get going mom-” lyra tried to excuse herself and her ‘boyfriend’ which failed, horribly. “doesn’t hurt to stay awhile, right-? sorry i haven’t quite caught your name.” her mother smiled. “grayson, miss kane,” he shot one of his stupid grins, the type of grin that could convince you to rob a bank for him. “but yes, miss kane, it can’t hurt staying for bit, isn’t that so, love?” the question was aimed towards lyra. but she couldn’t tell. he called her love. grayson hawthorne had just called her love. “i- oh, yes, fine. it won’t hurt.” lyra forced a smile, but her mother knew all too well. “if you two must, though, then go on” her mother relented. “thanks mom,” lyra took the chance to get up and sprint to her room upstairs, quickly grabbing her journal from her nightstand. she quickly made her way downstairs, to find grayson and her mom conversing. about what? she couldn’t find 2 fucks. “got what you need, love?” grayson called her love. again. her head was disgustingly spiraling. “yup, we’ll be on our way, thanks mom” lyra gave a small peck on her mom’s cheek before bolting out the door, grayson calmly following behind, but not before waving to lyra’s little brother. “you are the most insufferable asshole that i’ve ever had to deal with.” lyra spat when they got further from her house. “but im a useful asshole.” grayson shrugged before trying to haul a cab.

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup

Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.

warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing

word count: 3072

a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.

ao3

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Inspired by this:

September 19

You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!

Y/N So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman? Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought? Cuz, I can do the second one I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary …. well maybe one of them i would fight I say fight but its wont be Oh man, I am so sorry about this. This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler I’m just gonna see myself out Goodday

Jason Ngl this made me laugh So who would you fight but not really?

Y/N You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight? No way

Jason Way you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you

Y/N … okay but you need to answer my question first

Jason: Lol fair. And it would be the second one. I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons

Y/N: So you're a fighter?

Jason Nope This isn’t how it works

y/n: Fine but remember, you asked for this

Jason: Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe

y/n: …….

Jason: Oh shit you do?!

y/n: I plead the fifth

Jason: You just got a little more interesting

y/n: I’m going home

Jason: Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life

y/n: No, nope Don’t say that The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me

Jason: Let me be the judge of that We matched for a reason and i want to find out Don’t you?

Y/n: Aren’t you a charmer Okay fine. 20 questions?

Jason: Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam

y/n: I was hoping you would drop this, damn Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know 

Jason: Nightwing

Y/N: Really? Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest. Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way. I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.

Jason: So your plan is to talk circles around him?

Y/N: Yes Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away Bro won’t see it coming

Jason: I should tell my brother He’s a huge nightwing fan

y/n: Nooooooooooo No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am Especially your family I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’

Jason: You think this will go that far?

Y/N: Honestly? No But i have hope You?

Jason: Ya Anyways, red robin?

Y/N: You skipped red hood

Jason: Saving him for last

Y/N: Fair Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt He is too young and not my type So i use his weakness

Jason: There’s no way you know that

Y/N: No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.

Jason: How do you know that?

Y/N: Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot I asked him once, why? Dude said, and i kid you not ‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’ Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day

Jason: Shit day?

Y/N: Ugh you had no idea. I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that

Jason: You in school?

Y/n: Ya, only two years in but i want it to end

Jason: Not a fan?

Y/N: Eh When did we start playing 20 questions?

Jason: Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals

Y/N: Curses Me and my big mouth Who’s next?

Jason: We’re still on RR

Y/N: Blah right I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it

Jason: The fact that that could actually work is scary Are you sure you’re not a villain?

Y/N: Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal

Jason: Robin

Y/N: Are you nuts? I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him He scares me

Jason: Why?

Y/N: I watched him fight a few times The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be I bet he could kill too He looks like it

Jason: Okay you're not wrong But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?

Y/N: Cannot believe you’re making me do this Fine Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him

Jason: Do you know what that is?

Y/N: … I am going to die If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands

Jason: Come on, you gotta tell me I’m at the edge of my seat here

Y/N: Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me

Jason: But we’ve only just met

Y/N: Maybe so, but I actually like you But i’m starting to doubt

Jason: Aw come on, little bird

Y/N: Damnit I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours

Jason: It was the little bird wasn’t it?

Y/N: So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle? Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them No, you know what? I can tell you my answer for all three of them I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?

Jason: That’s your answer to everything huh?

Y/n: Yup

Jason: Even with RH?

Y/n: … He’s different

Jason: How so?

Y/N: Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge Or laugh

Jason: Should I be scared?

Y/N: Depends Anyways, i have a crush on him So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried

Jason: You have a crush on Red Hood? Out of everyone there is, why him?

Y/N: You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t

Jason: I didn’t say shit Now tell me why him?

Y/N: Hell if I know But have you seen him?

Jason: I have but you don’t even see his face

Y/N: That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask

Jason: You really are something else

Y/N: Sorry I’m a big fan of RH And I guess I like the thought of a mystery So if you want to end this now, I understand

Jason: Who said anything about ending this?

Y/N: Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want

Jason: They’re stupid I ain’t leaving for that And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day

Y/N: HA That’s not going to happen I freeze up when I’m near someone I like I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away No thank you

Jason: Thought it out huh

Y/N: You have no idea Anyways, 20 questions?

Jason: I did promise You can ask a couple?

Y/N: Favourite colour?

Jason: Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple

Y/N: Answer the question Jason

Jason: Green

Y/N: Thank you Favourite food?

Jason: What’s with the easy questions? Give me some hard hitting personal ones

Y/N: I will in time Now, answers please

Jason: Chili dogs

Y/N: Those things are gross

Jason: Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food You just have to find the right places

Y/N: Mmkay, if you say so

Jason: Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places

Y/N: That right?

Jason: Only way to convince you Where do you go to school?

Y/N: Looking forward to it Gotham University, you?

Jason: Not yet, but trying to Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while

Y/N: Fucking what?! Gonna need that story

Jason: Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it

YN: Damnit

Jason: Sorry little bird

Y/N: You didn’t need to say it so casually tho Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation And not elaborate on it This is bullshit, sir

Jason: It has happened to people

Y/N: Yeah, but they tell people why You just Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet Whatever, i’ll drop it

Jason: You sure? Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story

Y/N: Yes I’m sure Yes it will bother me But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy I’m not a pushy person

Jason: Awe does someone have a wittle crush

Y/N: No You got nothing on RH

Jason: Now that just hurts, little bird

Y/N: Don’t you have a question you need to ask?

Jason: Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered

Y/N: Amazing weather we’re having Despite the rain and all

Jason: Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing For now Born in Gotham?

Y/N: No I am from Metropolis, moved here for school

Jason: Any other reason?

Y/N: Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in Minute I graduated high school, I moved

Jason: But why Gotham?

Y/N: Gotham intrigues me

Jason: You’re so weird

Y/N: Thank you Since you’re not in school, what do you do?

Jason: Mechanic Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life

Y/N: Not a great relationship?

Jason: You can say that So, engineering huh?

Y/N: Yup I love building and taking things apart Have since I was little

Jason: Gonna change the world?

Y/N: Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp

Jason: Please tell me your joking

Y/N: Ah, not a fan I see Can’t blame you but I am not It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away I accepted before getting my other interviews

Jason: jumped the gun a bit 

Y/N: Yeah I did. I wished I didn’t but oh well I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out

Jason: Why don’t you quit now?

Y/N: I am a broke college student who needs money If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs

Jason: Can’t believe I’m saying this but try wanye enterprise I hear they’re good to work for

Y/n: I plan too eventually But at the moment, this is fine The hours I have now works with my school hours

Jason: How’s working there anyways?

Y/N: Not too bad I guess I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones The people are nice and all but it could be better

Jason: But you don’t like it there?

Y/N: I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess

Jason: So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?

Y/N: I’ve seen one of their fights Nothing to believe

Jason: Must of been some fight

Y/N: Mm So What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?

Jason: You can’t be weird about it

Y/N: Oh? I am intrigued

Jason: You’re making it weird

Y/N: I am not It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something That would have been weird

Jason: Is this how you felt when I teased you?

Y/N: Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?

Jason: I hate you

Y/N: Okay

Jason: I do

Y/N: You’re deflecting

Jason: Oh my god Fine He’s my dad, well adoptive dad

Y/N: Cool

Jason: That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad? Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?

Y/N: Nope Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with Who cares if he’s rich Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I? Who cares about Bruce Wayne I wanna know Jason Todd

Jason: You know? I think I may actually be in love 

Y/N: Stooooooop You can’t say things like that

Jason Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?

Y/N And if I do?

Jason Gotta say it’s my favourite past time

Y/N So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?

Jason Wow WOW I cannot believe you We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh? I see how it is

Y/N I told you they were coming

Jason I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic

Y/N Yeah I want to say sorry But I’m not I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself

Jason Can’t do positive attention

Y/N Eh

Jason I hear you And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms

Y/N Mm, I’m sure he’s trying

Jason In his own Bruce way yeah

Y/N Are you?

Jason I like to believe I am Why the interest?

Y/N I don’t know Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best

Jason You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?

Y/N HA Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion

Jason That is true So then what?

Y/N My mom says we are too similar to each other Got the same attitude and all I believe it Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk

Jason Wow Sorry 

Y/N Yeah It’s gotten better since I moved out Now it’s there, and I’m still processing 

Jason Processing what?

Y/N Mm It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met

Jason Can’t be worse than me being dead for months

Y/N Months?! How many?

Jason Oh damn You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with

Y/N I shall take that as a complement

Jason As you should And no, I will not be elaborating 

Y/N Alright fair But I will get the story

Jason Mm, I’m sure you will So? Gonna answer my question

Y/N Last year he was diagnosed with cancer Not sure what it is, but it already spread

Jason How long did the doctors give him?

Y/N He didn’t want to know Can’t blame him for 

Jason Sorry about that

Y/N Yeah

Jason You don’t sound to hurt about it

Y/N Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes

Jason Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets

Y/N Trying to He is just making it impossible Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show

Jason Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help

Y/N How many do you have?

Jason Do you read anything about the Wayne family?

Y/N Nope What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them

Jason Really committed on not caring about him, huh Four brothers and three sisters

Y/N Big family

Jason Bruce likes to adopt

Y/N I can tell Anyways, have fun tonight

Jason I’ll try Would you be interested in talking some more?

Y/N I would love to

[thatanimewriter]

EVIL CLONES.

➳ request: Ciel phantomhive,Weiss,kirishima with y/n who is quite kind but have evil twin brother?

➳ character/s: ciel phantomhive, weiss schnee

➳ warnings: swearing, cruel acts like robbery and murder (it's the twin, i promise), black butler spoilers, can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

➳ notes: i don't write for kirishima (please read my rules and look through the character list if you wanna avoid things like this in future :)), but i shall do the other guys

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄.

girl same-

he doesn't really know he has a crazy ass twin for a long time though, so he just thinks this is a you problem

wonders if it's an upbringing problem or if sometimes people genuinely are just insane from birth

it's kind of embarrassing to have your twin be at least 4 of ciel's cases the queen sends him on

when he finds out about his own revived evil twin brother, it's a bonding experience

becomes a "just evil twin brother things" moment

he knows you're not your twin brother but sometimes he wonders if you have the same potential to be that but choose not to

── 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐄.

she's very confused and very concerned, but she also had a somewhat insane younger brother so-

probably a bit apprehensive about your politeness and expected a switch at some point but it never came

makes jokes about horrendous shit your twin could've done and almost faints when you respond with

"yeah, he did that last year-"

robbed a bank, stole a car, murdered someone, the whole lot

sleepover moments or campsite stuff on missions are crazy lore drops for both of you

she's grateful that whitley is just kind of an asshole and not literally a criminal

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hii, congrats on 4K followers! May I request 54 nsfw + Louis from Moriarty the Patriot with she/her pronouns? It can be enemies with benefits/or to lovers type of thing. Thank you :)

# tags: scenario; enemies with benefits; kinda pwp; little bit of romance; mostly drama; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, quickie, no condom, no kisses, no after care, cigarettes after sex

includes: female reader ft. louis james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: thank you too! sorry for waiting so long :(

54. “I’ll kill you next time.”

You and the Moriarty brothers had been fighting anonymously for a very long time. You were an elusive woman with a cunning gaze, a passion for firearms, and the only creature you loved more than life was your cat – Lucius, a black and white stray soul that you found three years ago outside a brothel. You lived modestly, although from robberies, frauds and thefts you had quite a large sum of money saved up; however, for years you had dreamed of moving to another country, hence your frugal and organized approach to spending money. However, you did not spare pounds on your cat, that was an exception to the rule.

Although you and the three brothers had had a quiet war between them and you for years, and although they saw you as an enemy, they never had enough evidence that you were responsible for the aforementioned robberies or bankruptcies of high-ranking people or their businesses. And even if the youngest of the three brothers was incredibly close to you, so close that he was fucking you on your couch, he still couldn’t get confirmation from you that you were responsible for these situations.

Louis was a handsome, calm and composed man, and he was also a great cook and had high personal culture and respect for women or the elderly. Nevertheless, your nature didn’t allow itself even an ounce of feeling towards him, much less confirmation of his and his two brothers’ thoughts. You were like two opposite poles that, if combined, could cause a disaster. At this moment, however, thoughts about your differences were muffled by the sound of bodies bouncing against each other, your moans and the sighs of the man with light blond hair.

“You’re really beautiful when you’re not robbing banks.” He murmured in your ear, and you only rolled your eyes, squeezing his bare shoulder.

“I’ve never robbed a bank, idiot.” You answered falsely, with a hint of irony in your voice, to which Louis only laughed. “What? I’m telling the truth.”

“Sure.” His movements were quick, a bit sloppy, although you wouldn’t argue saying that he was the best lover you’ve ever had. Although he gave you indescribable pleasure, deep down you hated him as much as he hated the other side of you, which was evil incarnate, a cheater and manipulator. That’s why your sex was based only on a quickie, a few exchanges of words, sometimes a cigarette lit together, but nothing more. No kisses, no hugs, no questions if it hurt and if it was good.

When you changed positions and you were on top, Louis only suck your nipples and bite them with his white teeth. Your body went through a dozen shivers per minute. The couch under you was wet, and your bodies were sweaty. Heavy breathing interspersed with orgasm ended this meeting. Tired and with cum leaking from your pussy, you reached for a cigarette and a black lighter. Louis put his clothes on without a word, then turned to you in the doorway.

“I’ll catch you next time, Y/N.” He smiled and leave after a moment.

“I’ll kill you next time.” You replied, blowing out the choking smoke from your lungs.

The truth was, he would never catch you red-handed, nor did you ever intend to kill him. After all, you wouldn’t last longer than three days without each other, because that was your limit when it came to sexual abstinence.

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Cowboy AU / Wild West

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There were only so many night shifts your parents would ever allow you to have. The rest of the week was spent sleeping once again back in your own bed. You did worry on occasions about how Yeosang was doing but you would just go and check on him during the day. Lucky for him things went smoothly and he was much better by the end of the week. 

You had yet to see the other men again seeing as they only came at night. There was a day that your father had explained he heard some noises outside but just assumed it was some racoons or possums searching for food. The boys looked at you with scowls on their faces when you gave Jongho and Yunho an earful. There were no more noises the following days. 

“It's been a week since those cops arrived from the capital and they haven't so much as said any reason for why they're here.” A patron of the saloon started.

“I'm sure it's something they want to keep a secret. So as to not scare the citizens.” Your father tried to defuse the tension.

“I think it has to do with that gang that's closing in.” Another person entered the conversation. “They said the last town they stopped at was robbed blind. All the cash in the bank was stolen right under their noses.”

“It wasn't the bank.” Someone else shook their head. “It was Harthorne's wealth. That jacked up man high on his own tobacco.”

You shook your head, picking up some of the money your father had in the register to move to a safe in the backroom. Two of your siblings were waiting at the front desk as you walked closer with the locked box of cash. 

“Do you think the gang is coming here next?” Your sister asked. 

“No.” Your oldest brother answered. “Cromer doesn't have overly wealthy men they would steal from.”

“We do have a mayor though.” Your mother butted in, eyebrows furrowed as she looked over some papers. “One who just raised our taxes.”

“Again?” Your brother shook his head. 

“So it seems.” Your mother sighed. 

“Hello.” All four of you turned your heads towards the person who had entered the lobby. 

Your eyes went wide. “Yeosang?”

Your family looked at you confused. 

“Goodday, sir.” Your mother politely told the man. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“May I speak to (Y/N) real quick?” He asked with a smile on his face. 

You watched as your family looked at you shocked again. You only looked away from them, moving around the front desk to reach Yeosang. 

“Oh you know my daughter? Of course you may speak with her!” Your mother spoke for you. “What a lovely young man.” She spoke to you as you passed. 

You sighed deeply as you passed a chuckling Yeosang. The man bowed his head to your mother, making both her and your sister swoon. You watched from the front of the opened door as he skipped over to you with his hand behind his back. Once you were out of earshot from your nosey mother and sister, you frowned at the man. 

“What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting.” You scolded. 

“I'm fine, (Y/N). I just won't be doing anything tough.” The man laughed. 

“Nothing tough? You went through the window, didn’t you?” You glared. 

“Nothing gets past you.” He grinned. You rolled your eyes at him, looking around him to notice another man walking closer to the both of you. 

Seonghwa was looking over a newspaper before folding it up when he reached the two of you. He gave you a smile, which you gladly returned. While you hadn’t had a proper conversation with the boys after cleaning up Yeosang, you had come to learn that he and Seonghwa were the nicer ones. At least the ones who didn’t seem to retort anything sarcastic when you spoke to them. 

“What are you guys up to?” You asked. 

“We are looking for some jobs.” Seonghwa answered. “We were hoping to ask your family if they had openings.”

“Maybe?” You shrugged. “You could ask.”

You watched them turn to each other, discussing things within themselves. If they were going to be working here did that mean the gang was going to be staying here for a bit longer? You had no clue where they were staying anyway but you assumed they didn’t have a roof to sleep under. It’s not like any hotel or inn would take in outlaws. 

“If you're looking for jobs does that mean you guys are going to be living here?” You asked out loud.

“It's a bit more complicated than that.” Was all you got from Yeosang.

You sighed, knowing it wasn’t the right moment for them to tell you everything. Even if they did, you knew it was better to not know what they were up to. Who knows what kind of things you would be dragged down to.

“Sure.” You simply replied. “Come on. My father is in the saloon.”

You led the two through the doors to the side of the main lobby. Your father was tending to the glasses that need washing, lucky that no one was at the bar anymore. You felt the stares of the couple of men sitting around, watching the three of you grow closer to the bar. 

“Hello.” Yeosang spoke up. “I have a few questions. I was wondering if you happened to be hiring?”

Your father stopped, eyebrows pulled together as he looked between you and the men. “Hiring? Ah, what skills do you have?”

“My friend here is a talent when it comes to cooking or bartending.” Yeosang offered. “It's his specialty. I myself have worked in financing. My family comes from a long line of bank tellers.”

Your own head snapped up to look at Yeosang, wondering if it was true or if it just something he made up to look good. 

“What are you doing finding jobs here in Cromer then?” Your father frowned.

“We came from Aurora. But you see, we wanted to see the country, experience new things. (Y/N) is a good friend of ours and we wanted to work alongside her.”

You looked down to hide the giggle that wanted to escape. You were trying your hardest not to look flustered, but also how well this man seemed to be talking with your father. It seemed he had everything prepared. As you already knew, he was someone who knew how to work people. 

“Both of you?” Your father questioned, looking over at you. With the look on his face, he really didn’t believe them to think that you had two male friends. Especially none that looked like them. 

“Yes, well. We are all mutual friends.” Seonghwa smiled. While Yeosang knew how to talk, it seemed Seonghwa knew how to use his looks to make people feel persuaded. You understood now why these two were the nicer ones. They knew how to get what they wanted. The others looked like they used force more than anything. 

“What are your names?” They had your father’s full attention which made you raise your brows. 

“Kang Yeosang.” He held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

“Kang?” Your father’s eyes went wide. “You mean the bank?”

“That's the one.”

Kang Bank was the top bank in the nation which meant that half of the population used it. Your own family did as well. You frowned, wondering why Yeosang was with a gang. He was the heir to the people who worked well with money. He had a good life set for him. But yet, here he was fighting off an infected stab wound. 

“Park Seonghwa. Pleasure.” He too shook your father’s hand.

“I'll have to talk it over with my wife if you don't mind.” Your father looked over at you, signaling that he wanted to speak to you.

“Not at all. We understand these things take time.” Seonghwa gave a bow of his head. 

Your dad gave a smile of his own, pulling you out the saloon and towards the lobby. “Where on earth did you meet these men?” Your father shook you. 

“Ah. When I went out a bit ago?” You tried to come up with something. While your father didn’t think much of it, to you it really sounded like you were questioning yourself. 

“And you never told us! You're friends with a Kang! They own half of the country's money!” Your father exclaimed quietly, seeing as Yeosang was still on the other side of the saloon style doors. 

“They sound pompous.” You frowned. 

“You're friends with one.” Your father stressed. 

“I don't know.” You sighed, thinking about the man. “I like Yeosang.”

“(Y/N) you cannot mess this up. Do you understand where you'd land if you married this man? You'll be set for life!” Your father exclaimed. 

You grimaced when the thought of marriage was brought up again. Yeosang had left his own home for a reason, why on earth would he want to return. He had his reasoning and you assumed it wasn’t something good. If you knew anything about spoiled rich men was that they really didn’t want to do labor work. Yeosang didn’t seem that way. 

“He wants to work in a hotel in a lesser known town. I don't think he has what you're thinking of.”

“You don't know that. Maybe he just wants experience. Everyone could use it. (Y/N) if you do this you won't have to worry about anything! He is the perfect gentleman.” Your father explained. “Now, I said I was going to talk to your mother about it but I can't lose this opportunity. I'll give them a day and then tell them tomorrow they are hired. It sounds perfect!”

You watched him walk away, probably in search of your mother to tell her the news. Ever since the gang had entered the town it seemed as though your parents were really pushing you to find someone. Maybe they had been for a while but you had never noticed and always waved them off. 

However, meeting the boys you started to notice how much they actually wanted you to leave. You guess having them see you with men really got them hopeful. You weren’t the only one who was of age for marriage. You had a 19 year old brother, but then again he was often seen with girls. Unlike you who hadn’t been out with a boy since you were a teen. 

It had ended in disaster when you offended the boy for making a disgusted face at something he had said. His opinion didn’t sit well with you so you voiced it. Albeit you didn’t mean to but it came out anyways. Ever since then, men just steered clear of you in a romantic sense. Jongho was the first one you had ever been out with ever since that time. 

You came to the conclusion there just wasn’t someone out there who could match the kind of person you were. It did make you sad to think that you would never find that special person. But you were young, so you had time to explore your options. Besides for the first time, you finally did meet someone who found your attitude entertaining. 

It was just a matter of explaining to your parents that with him you weren’t going to find what they wanted.

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Spiders & Lace | tasm!Peter 1920s au

Summery: Amongst the jazz and the liquor, all anyone can talk about is the new hero in the city. But that hero has a plan all of his own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! drinking, smoking, general prohibition debauchery, male oral receiving, reckless driving, hints of violence.

Word Count: 4.9K

A/N: So I've been tinkering with this idea for a while. This will probably have another part or two eventually but I'm in no rush. If all else fails, it can still be read as a stand alone. I love all things 1920s (as a former socialite in a past life) and have been itching to incorporate the era in a story at some point. This is also a little bit of a time period mob!au as well. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think.

There was a pop and a few shrieks of surprise, as yet another bottle of champagne was opened. A round of cheers and another round of gossip as the band continued to play loudly from the conservatory.

“Did you hear about that fellow in red and blue pyjamas who beat up those thugs on Bond Street the other night?” A red head cried out to the small group she was currently entertaining.

“Oh yes, I read all about it in the papers.” A blonde responded as she puffed away on a cigarette.

“I heard it was one of those fellas from one of Mabel’s costume parties. The guy was a bit squiffy if you ask me.” A gentleman bellowed, champagne sloshing out of his glass and splashing on the lapels of his suit.

“Really, Dickie?” The gentleman next to the first who had spoken said. “I thought it was one of those acrobats from the circus that’s just dossed up in the park.”

“Whoever he was,” said a third, “he prevented a bank robbery and knocked out three guys to boot, all on his lonesome.”

“What are you hens gossiping about?” A blonde girl cried as she pushed her way through the crowd into the group.

“Ahh Birdie will know.” Said the man named Dickie.

“Birdie will know what?” She cooed drunkenly to him, referring to herself in the third person, as she swayed back and forth before wrapping an arm around the redhead beside her and curling into her side for support.

“About that fellow in red and blue pyjamas on Bond Street who stopped that robbery the other night.”

“And why would I know anything about that?” She protested.

“Because I heard it was some of your brother's chums who were trying to rob the bank.”

“Now, Dickie, where did you ever hear a tale like that?” She drunkenly brushed him off. Besides, even if that had been the case, her brother never let her anywhere near his business for her to know.

The small crowd continued to debate the facts of the story about the man in red and blue pyjamas, for the next quarter of an hour, unaware the gentleman in question was currently stood, his back to a wall of books, eavesdropping on the whole conversation. He went mostly unnoticed, apart from catching the attention of a certain blonde in the group that he kept making eyes at.

“Oh I love this song.” The redhead exclaimed to the group as a new tune began. “Oh Dickie, let’s go dance!” She placed her mostly empty glass on a rich wooden side table before grabbing one of Dickie’s hands in both of hers and pulled him towards the band and the makeshift dancefloor before them.

“Come on Birdie!” Another girl exclaimed as she grabbed the hand of the other gentleman in their group and began to lead him away. But Birdie had her eye on something else. Or rather, someone else.

“It’s a swell party.” The gentleman said, tipping a barely touched glass in her direction as she sidled up beside him, slumping against the wall of books as she looked up at him.

“Who are you? Why have I never seen you before? Are you a friend of a friend or something?” Birdie asked him over the music.

“Or something.” He chuckled and mused as he turned his body towards her.

“So have you got a name ‘or something’?” Birdie tipsily asked him with as much audacity as she could muster.

“Peter.. -Parker.” He hastily added, shifting his drink from one hand to the other so he could reach out and offer it to her.

“Well Peter Parker, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She said cheerfully, taking his hand and shaking it vigorously. It made his face burst into an ear splitting smile. “I would introduce myself,” she said as she dropped his hand and took a sip of her drink, “but I’m sure you already know who I am, or else you wouldn’t be in my house.”

“No, no, you’re quite right.” He said with a small breathy chuckle.

“So what do you make of all this guy in red and blue pyjamas business. I saw you listening and smirking to yourself. You think it’s a load of old rubbish really, don’t you?” She said her last sentence in a hushed conspiratorial manner. 

“No, no, not at all.” Peter was quick to say. “I uh- I was there actually- when it happened that is.”

He watched as her face lit up. “Oh really!” She said eyes wide as she shimmied even closer to him, her back coming into contact with the bookcase as they huddled secretly against it. “Do tell.”

“I don’t know what you expect me to say. It’s just as the people say, he swooped in and stopped those guys who were trying to steal from the bank.”

“Some people would say that makes him a bit of a hero, don’t ya think.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“Well I don’t think it matters what I think.”

“So you don’t think he’s a hero?” Peter continued to fish.

“Well I think it takes more than just stopping one bank robbery to become a hero.” She said confidently as she stood herself up taller, aiming to impress. “Besides, only fools trust all their money with the bank.”

“Is that so? So where do you keep yours then?”

“Oh I don’t deal with all that- do you have a smoke?” She quickly added but he shook his head, “ah oh well- anyway my brother deals with all the money and things. Georgie darling, have you got a smoke?” She quickly asked a nearby friend who reached into his pocket despite being mid conversation with another person, took out his cigarette case and held it out to her. “You don’t mind do you?” She asked Peter as she put a cigarette to her lips and Georgie turned and lit it for her, before returning to his conversation.

Not given much of a choice, Peter politely responded, “Uh no, sure.” But she was already puffing away. “So you’re brother doesn’t trust banks?” Peter pressed.

“What Freddie? Oh no- he’s in the security business you see. Says they’re awful things actually. They claim to be all safe but anyone could walk off the street and take what they wanted- just look at those men. No, no. You won’t find our money in the bank.”

She was giving him everything he wanted. It was almost too easy. “Where is your brother? Sounds like a smart fellow, I sure would like to meet him.” Peter said looking about the crowd.

“Oh you won’t find him at a ghastly party like this I’m afraid?”

“But I thought this was your party?”

“Yes, it’s a bore isn’t it? Not at all like that party we had at Margot’s last month. You know we really should get a swimming pool. Now that really would be swell. I’ll have to talk to Freddie about it- Do you want to get out of here?”

“But what about your guests?”

“What about them? They’re fine. They know where the door is when they’re ready to leave.” She continued to gabber on cheerily. “I’m sure most of them don’t even know who I am, let alone if I’m here.”

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She took a flashy Bentley from the garage, driving them into the city, Peter having to grab the wheel a couple times as she drunkenly leaned towards the edges of the dark roads. She pulled up outside a club in the middle of the city, giggling loudly as she tossed the keys towards an awaiting doorman.

“Good Evening, Miss Thompson”

“Linus.” She greeted the doorman as he held open the door for them to enter.

They entered into a smaller mock shop entryway whose walls were lined with shelf upon shelf of books and other nicknacks. She hooked her arm into Peter’s and guided him through to a section in the back divided by a deep red velvet curtain. Just to the left of the curtain was a door. Peter took a step back, holding out a hand to indicate she should open the door and enter first.

As the door swung open to reveal a series of steps down, the roar of a jazz band burst out from its confines in the underground establishment. Birdie turned her head back giddily as she lured him down to the depths of the club.

At the bottom of the stairs they found a beaded curtain that she swept aside to reveal the cacophony of lights and sounds that was The Pharaoh's Tomb. There was a long bar along one side of the room, backed with mirrors and filled with more bottles of liquor than Peter had seen in his whole life. There was a stage complete with Jazz Band, Singer and dancing girls in Egyptian inspired costumes, complete with Cleopatra wigs. Small round tables littered the middle of the room save for a small space in front of the stage reserved exclusively for the drunken dancing masses, who writhed together to the music like a nest of snakes.

The last spare wall was home to a few more intimate booths, which Birdie eagerly took his hand and pulled him towards.

“Well if it isn’t the little bird.” A sleazy man’s voice called over the sound of a trumpet solo as they approached the circular booth closest to the stage. “Come here.” he continued, his voice changing and becoming lighter as his face lit up, arm coming out to ensnare her into his side.

“Floyd.” she beamed equally as large as she placed an arm around the man’s back. 

“What are you doing here? Your brother said you were hosting a party tonight.”

“I was.” she said back giddily, “It was a terrible bore.” She watched his face closely as his head turned to the company she had brought. “Oh Floyd,” she exclaimed, “this is Peter. He was a real gem to chaperone me down here.”

“Nice to meet you.” Peter said, holding his hand out for Floyd, but Floyd just looked him up and down with a grunt before turning back to the girl at his side.

“Is my brother here?” Birdie asked with curiosity as her eyes, having not recognised her brother amongst the gentlemen gathered at the table in the booth, scoured the dancefloor.

“He’s out back. He’ll be back in a minute. Had some business to discuss with Jack.” Floyd informed.

“Oh good.” Birdie continued obliviously, “I really wanted to introduce him to Pet- Ahhh Freddie!” she shrieked, reaching a hand for Peter’s and dragging him towards her brother who was just emerging from a side door next to the stage.

“For the love of Christ,” Freddie muttered upon seeing his baby sister bounding towards him, but quickly changed his tone, a composed showmanship falling over him as he saw the poor man she pulled along behind her. “Birdie!” He beamed at her. “And you brought a friend.”

“Freddie, this is Peter.” Birdie introduced.

“Hi, I’m Freddie Thompson, but everyone just calls me Flash.” Freddie said, his hand held out to Peter.

“Parker.” Peter said, providing Freddie ‘Flash’ Thompson with his surname before awkwardly adding, “Peter Parker.” for clarity.

“Well Peter Parker, I apologise for anything my sister has dragged you into, or is yet to drag you into. She seems to always find a way to get what she wants.” Freddie said with a deep chuckle. Peter wasn’t quite sure how to react to that. He was grateful when Freddie indicated for him to go and sit down at the table with him, two of the gentlemen already sitting in the booth getting up and vacating the table. 

Peter noticed that both men looked a little dinged up. One sporting a gash in his right eyebrow, the other clearly nursing a broken nose. “What happened to your friends?” he turned to ask Flash, wondering what tale he would spin. 

“Oh those two?” Flash said boastfully. “I’m in the security business, you see my friend.” His hand reached for a decanter and two glasses that had been brought over to the table and poured himself and Peter a drink, “We do a lot of work providing… security for different businesses. Sometimes that means we get in a few skirmishes. Nothing to worry about. I assure you the other guy looks worse.”

Peter had to stop himself from laughing, the sip of whiskey passing his lips almost spraying onto the table. He wanted to assure Flash that the other guy definitely didn’t look worse, but that would have been giving away his well calculated game.

“So what do you do Pete?” Freddie asked.

“I’m in the journalism business.” Peter watched as Freddie’s eyebrows raised. “Oh no, not a reporter. I just take the pictures.”

“A camera man eh?” Freddie chuckled. “I bet my sister will be very pleased about that.”

Peter and Freddie turned their heads to see Birdie, perched on the end of the booth, tucked close to Peter’s side smiling at them, but it was clear she wasn’t fully listening to the conversation due to the jazz band blasting in her ear on the other side. “Be sure to get her good side now, or else she’ll never forgive you.” Freddie continued to jest.

“Oh don’t worry, I will.” Peter said with a grin.

“Say, how much does a job like that pay?” Freddie asked.

“Oh it’s okay. I’d say just enough.” Peter replied.

“Just enough for what?” Freddie pressed.

“Rent, food, a ride into the city everyday.”

Freddie raised his eyebrows at that. He looked between Peter to his sister, who seemed to be studying Peter’s features closely, clearly smitten. “Oh my friend, that won’t do.” Flash said, slapping Peter on the shoulder. “If you’re gonna be seeing my sister now, you’ll need some money in your pocket. Why don’t you come by here Monday morning and we’ll see what we can do about that. I’m sure I can find a place for you round here somewhere, as long as you don’t mind getting your hands dirty a little bit?” 

“Uhm, thank you. Yes, I’ll be sure to do that.” Peter feigned surprise, yet accepted the offer confidently. Flash was playing right into his hand.

“Freddie darling, are you done talking business? You’re being an awful bore, we came here for a party, not listen to you beat your gums.” Birdie interjected.

Freddie rolled his eyes. He hated his sisters' friends and their fandangled new language. He held his tongue though in present company. “Birdie my dear, I thought you were in fact hosting a party tonight.” He merely replied.

“Oh Freddie Darling I was, but it was a terrible bore and me and Peter weren’t enjoying ourselves nearly as much as we ought to. Everyone was just talking about that frightful business about that man in those red and blue pyjamas.”

“Really? What were they saying?” Freddie pressed, his face turning serious.

“Oh they were all a wire, you know how people chat their lips, but Peter here assures me it really wasn’t the hooptie doo everyone’s raving about. Isn’t that right Peter?”

“Mhmm.” Peter mused quietly.

“Is that so? And how do you know that?”

“Because Peter was there of course, Darling. Taking pictures for the paper weren’t you.” Birdie beamed. “Now really Freddie this is all really a bore. Me and Pete came here to get away from all this chatter. Come Peter, let’s dance. It’s getting late and I need to dance off some of this giggle juice or else I won’t sleep for the room will be spinning.” she said, getting up and reaching for Peter’s, hand pulling him up with her.

Peter reached for his glass, necking the last of the liquid inside then lifting it in thanks in Flash’s direction. He quickly placed it down on the table before he was dragged over to the dancefloor.

Birdie pulled him through the mass of sweaty writhing bodies, still moving to the rhythms of the ongoing jazz. He wasn’t sure if the band had taken a break between songs at all. As he looked over Birdie’s head to the stage, he noticed the dancing girls and the female Jazz singer had now vacated the stage, the all black male band the only ones left standing as they burnt the midnight oil.

They danced for what felt like a solid hour, the two giggling together amongst the mass of bodies, Birdie by far the youngest of the bunch but never intimidated. No, she seemed far more comfortable here, lost within the crowd than she had the rest of the night. Peter was mesmerised as the beads of her dress caught the light, her melodious giggle floating on the sound waves to his ears. She often shared knowing glances and smiles with those around her but she never left his side not once.

They were finally dragged from the crowd about 1 in the morning, when Floyd made his way through the crowd to whisper something in her ear. Peter saw her face turn sour as she looked to her brother and then back to Floyd. She decidedly chose to ignore him, turning her back to him to face the stage, her arms eagerly raising and hands clapping with the music as she tried to prolong the night. Floyd didn’t seem amused though. He instead turned to Peter, handing him the keys to the Bentley. 

“I think it’s time you ought to be taking her home.” he encouraged, his head moving over to look at his boss, Peter’s eyes following through the crowd to where Flash sat at the table watching him intensely.

Peter took the keys from Floyd, giving him a curt nod to show he understood the message, before Floyd began to move back through the crowd and over to the booth. Peter knew there was no arguing with the task he had been given. He no doubt also saw it as a test. And if he wanted to get on the inside of Flash Thompson’s operation and take him down, he needed to pass this test.

“Come on little owl.” He said into her ear as he approached her from behind. She pushed herself back against him, her hips swaying temptingly and he grabbed a hold of her hip, stilling her before he lost control of himself. “Time for us to scram.”

“Oh Petey, don’t tell me you're a bore too.” she pouted.

“I wish I didn’t have to be, but the way your brother is looking at me, if I want to live another day to see that beautiful angel face of yours again, I fear I must.”

She turned to gaze into his soft brown eyes. They were kind and serious, but also held a devilish childlike nature to them she wanted to explore. “Fine.” she chirped, her fingers reaching for the keys in his hand, but he snatched them from her reach. 

“Ah, I don’t think so Missy.”

She folded her arms indignantly.

“I’m driving. Now be a good girl and go get in the car.”

“Fine.” she said with a dramatic eye roll, but began to make her way towards the curtain at the back of the hall and the stairs.

Peter turned his gaze looking over the crowd to Flash. Flash gave him a small nod of approval before turning back to his conversation.

Peter was nervous as he climbed into the driver's seat of the car. He’d never really driven before. He’d taken a few lessons with his Uncle Ben during the war before he too was drafted and like so many, gunned down in the prime of his life, but had yet to fully get behind the wheel of a car since. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. He took one look towards Birdie in the passenger seat, her eyes gazing longingly out the window at the late night city lights. 

Even though it had gone one o’clock in the morning, a late summer humidity hung in the air, mixing with a faint sound of jazz, which seemed to cling to everything in the city these days as much as the smog and smoke from the nearby factories and the still developing young city. Peter worried at his lip as they sat in silence, Birdie seemingly giving him the silent treatment, unsatisfied with the abrupt end to her evening of joy.

As he began to take streets heading away from the city, towards the direction they initially came she stopped him. “Oh no, don’t go back to the house.” She said.

“But I’m supposed to be taking you home.”

“Yes.” She gave a small tight lipped smile, still agitated at having her night cut short. “But don’t go there. No doubt Dickie and Georgie and the others will still be there and I have no intention of going back to that party.”

“Where am I supposed to take you then?” Peter asked, looking over at her.

“We have a small apartment on Clinton Place.” 

“But that’s in the other direction. Why didn’t you tell me-“

She shot him a look that had him falling silent. Her eyebrows raised in a way that said you know exactly why. When he didn’t continue she said, just to confirm her reason if he hadn’t fully cottoned on to it, “Because I like spending time with you Peter Parker and I didn’t want this night to be over.”

She watched Peter closely, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard in an attempt to keep his cool. His eyes were fixed firmly to the road, not daring to look at her. She couldn’t help but beam at knowing she already had him hooked around her little finger.

She had to fight to suppress the little giggle that wanted to escape her lips as a naughty little idea popped into her head. She continued to watch him closely as her fingers began to tiptoe across the leather seat towards him. He jumped slightly, a shudder moving through him as she made contact with his thigh. 

He took one look down at her hand before fixing his eyes to the road again, still unable to look directly at her.

He stiffened as her hand kept moving over his trouser leg, her fingers moving to stroke up the inside of his thigh. He couldn’t help the sensation that crept into his body in reaction to her touch. His hips shifted slightly as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just focus on the road.” She cooed to him as she shuffled herself across the seat closer to him. 

She began to nuzzle herself into the crook of his neck as her hand began to palm the growing bulge in his pants.

“Birdie. Birdie…I-“ he tried to protest, but he struggled to find the words.

“Just relax.” She said sweetly into his ear.

He swallowed hard again, his fingers shifting over the steering wheel, gripping onto it for dear life as her fingers began to work open the fastenings to his trousers.

Peter grew tense as she freed his cock from his confines, her manicured fingers wrapping around his length, tugging on him gently as she continued to kiss, lick and suckle at the crook of his neck. His whole body temperature was rising under her attention and he wondered if her brother knew about this side of her behaviour.

“Mhmm,” he cleared his throat, “Birdie… birdie-“

“I love it when you say my name like that.” Her teasing voice whispered into his ear. His hips involuntarily jerked in her hand and the car swerved slightly. She giggled.

He realised she got off on it. The recklessness. The rebellion. She saw what her brother was like. Knew the image he wanted her to have. But it was clear she had no intention of being a pawn in his little game. This intrigued Peter. Where first he had only seen her as a way to get to her brother, maybe there was more to her than meets the eye. Maybe he didn’t have to play her at all. Maybe she’d willingly turn on Flash. 

The car in front of theirs turned off onto a different street, leaving a long open stretch of road before Peter. He kept his hands steady on the wheel as he turned his head away from the road to meet her gaze. He looked from her eyes to where she nibbled at her lower lip and back to her eyes. He could smell her arousal between her legs, sensed the small shuffle of her thighs as she fought with her own want. 

His foot grew heavy on the gas, the car revving slightly and she began to beam. He still did not look back out the front window. But she did. “Peter.” She giggled. His foot pushed down on the gas peddle more. “PETER.” She giggled louder. But still he didn’t look away. She bit at her lips with nervous giddy as she fought to commit to this, her hand frozen on his cock, eyes trying to stay fixed to his- but he still wouldn’t look to the road. 

She knew from the glances she’d taken that they were getting closer and closer to the building at the end of the street. Knew they’d have to turn soon. Knew he’d have to look. She wondered for a second what would happen if she didn’t say anything. Could he sense it out the corner of his eye. Did he know before he put his foot on the gas? It would likely be seconds now until they hit the brick facade. She wondered if it would be so bad if they did hit it. If they just went out with a bang like this. Together. New acquaintances, drunk on life, jazz and lust. She imagined it. She’d finally be free of her brother if nothing else. But she wanted to live. She wanted to get to know him better.

She broke his gaze to look at the nearing building. “Peter,” she said his name as a warning once more.

“Kiss me.” She looked at him shocked. “Kiss me and I’ll look.”

“Peter!” She warned again already beginning to brace herself for the impending accident, her hand gripping his cock tighter. She had forgotten it was still in her hand. No, she adamantly decided, although she’d be free of her brother if she died right now, there’s now way she’d let her body be found with that of a man she had only just met, his cock still hanging out of his trousers. So she kissed him, smashing her lips into his and smearing her lipstick across his mouth. He grinned against her lips. 

His eyes finally turned to face forward. There was a sharp turn of his hands on the wheel and a screech of tires as he broke, the car narrowly making the turn. There was a blast of a horn as they swerved into the oncoming traffic on the other side of the road, before they moved back into the correct lane and they both let out a breathy giggle of relief at still being alive.

Birdie finally removed her hand from his cock and Peter stole a glance back towards her to find her shuffling back slightly on the bench seat. He kept checking between her and the road as he tried to work out what she was going to do, her eyes briefly meeting his with a devilish smirk as she slowly lowered her head towards his crotch. Peter groaned as her tongue caressed his length, her finger wrapping around the base of his cock and pulling at the length her mouth couldn’t reach. Peter had never had his cock sucked before and from the feeling low in his belly, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

He placed a hand to the back of her head, urging her to slow down so he could at least make it to Clinton Place before he came hard in her mouth, but it only seemed to make the sensation worse.

He tried to keep his eyes on the road as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. He leant his elbow against the door, his finger biting at his knuckles as he fought with all his resolve to hold out. 

When he saw the sign for Clinton Place he wanted to kiss God himself as he sent up a silent praise. He just had enough foresight to carefully pull into a space at the side of the street before his hips stuttered. He grunted once, twice, before he spilled his seed into her pretty mouth.

She took her mouth off his cock and pumped it twice more with her hand as Peter watched her swallow his load. “Fuuuuck,” he said with a low hiss.

She smiled. “Well, thanks for the ride, Peter Parker.” She said seductively, behind heavy lashes.

“Uhh- you’re welcome.” He stuttered. She blushed, her smile growing wider.

“You can take the car to drive yourself home.” She said as she wiped at her mouth and climbed out of the car. She stood with one hand on the door as she lowered her head back into the cab to talk to him. “You can bring it back to the house tomorrow. We’re having brunch at 11.” She said with another one of those sly and foxy smiles, before slamming the door closed and walking away.

As Peter watched her from the driver's seat as she began to skip her way up the front steps to let herself into a building just the other side of the street, Peter realised- he was in so much trouble than he realised.

[mafuluzx]

Beautiful Liar (part 1/2)

If you have no idea what this is, it's the first part of my scrapped Wattpad story. I made a post with also the prologue in it, please go check it out from right here.

But this will in total have three posts: the prologue, part 1 and part 2. Part one and two are basically just the chapters I wrote before giving up split in two.

So, let's go.

Part 1

"Ah, this to the Walker's again?" You gave the envelope to the mailman and nodded. The mailman stuffed the envelope into his bag and left. You looked around before walking back to your house, your home. You always sent the Walkers money for Jay's allowance. You saw Jay on tv a lot these days. He was your precious little brother whom only you knew about. And to him you were a... nobody. You doubted if he'd seen you anywhere other than tv either.

You walked inside, the collection of Fritz Donnegan posters giving you a cold and wordless welcome, as always. In the past, you asked how Jay was doing from his 'parents', the Walkers. Edna was a sweet lady and Ed was a funny and kind old man, whom you met for the first time when you were two. You don't remember why Your father chose to leave Jay with them of all people, but you didn't mind. But You couldn't ask them anymore, for when Jay became a ninja, he visited his parents less and less. Instead you relied on the newspapers and tv to know how Jay's been doing.

You and your group were active as always, and your dad was at work all day long, as always. You didn't like him leaving you to take care house all year round, but you didn't want him to come back home either. He had love only for three in this world. Your mother, himself, and his job. His two children lived their own lives separated from him. You didn't even know if he cared for you and Jay, if he cared for one but not the other, or neither one.

But that was a long time ago. For a long time you had no one to call mother, but after that long time had lasted for ten years, it finally took it's toll. You didn't need to see your father anymore, you didn't need for him to take care of you anymore. But you didn't wish him to leave you. You only wished he would invite Jay back... back home.

You were two years older than Jay, and now he was sixteen, now you were eighteen. The letter which you sent to Ed and Edna contained one message, but you've though of it for so long that you could remember it from memory...

Mr. and Mrs. Walker, I have now turned eighteen, and have the right to take custody of Jay. If there's ever trouble, you may contact me, and I'll take full responsibility. But please, take care of Jay as long as you can, I don't want him to have to part with his parents anytime soon.

Signed, (y/n) Gordon.

You sighed and walked into the kitchen. You swiped a remote controller from the kitchen table and turned a small tv in the corner of the room on and took a glass of water for yourself. You sat down and pulled out a notebook before starting scribble down x marks on your to-do list. You weren't paying much attention to the tv, you kept it on as just some background noise, but something in the broadcast seemed different.

"Where are the ninja? This reporter has the answer." Nope, just the usual. You thought to yourself as you took a sip of water.

"They're calling it the Crime Wave of the Century." Oh, a bigger crime this time. Well, more fame for the ninja.

"Earlier today, Green Ninja Lloyd Garmadon was caught on tape robbing the city bank." Like lightning, you shot up from your seat, knocking over your glass of water in the process as your gaze shot up to the tv screen. Even if you could hardly believe your eyes, the screen definetely showed Lloyd right in the act.

"And that's not all. At Mega Monster amusement park, Zane was on a rampage of vandalism and mayhem." After a pause to listen to the absurd accusations of the tv, your rushed to grab a towek and quickly wiped the water off the table and floor to which the water had fallen, before sprinting away to fins your phone

"I am ashamed I ever wore their underwear. Oh, uh, I mean, T-shirts." You could hear the broadcast all the way to the living room, where you noticed your phone on the sofa, before quickly grabbing it and running back to the kitchen. Scrolling through your contacts at a rapid pace, you stopped at the name of your father and quickly pressed 'call'.

The phone rang a few times, before the line opened and the hassle of what could have been a movie set, or a party for famous people, or anything else in fact, sounded in the background.

"Cliff Gordon." A voice said from the other line.

"Dad! Look at the tv, quick!"

"Dad? Last time I remember, I was just Cliff Gordon to you. And there are no televisions here, so I can't."

"Ugh, yeah yeah let's talk about that later, but Jay's a fugitive!"

"Okay, slow down. What?"

"The ninja apparently started suddenly committing crimes all around Ninjago, and are now wanted criminals!"

"...Let's talk about this when I get home, okay?"

"Come on! Jay is falsely being accused-"

"We'll talk. At. Home." Beep, beep, beep... The line got cut. Your blood boiled, and you just stuffed your phone into your pocket before sitting back on the kitchen table, and intently listening to the rest of the broadcast.

The next day, the day was full of warning the city that the ninja were on the loose.  Even as the night had passed, your father got no word from the Walkers about Jay, they hadn't even seen the broadcast, appareantly..

"I'll go get him a lawyer." Cliff Gordon sighed before pulling on a jacket. You were basically biting your fingers off as you anxiously watched the news. Cliff Gordon slipped out the door, but not before calling to you.

"It's not worth stressing over, go train or something. Just try to clear your mind of it." Then he left. You knew he was right, and in the end, you walked up to your practicing room and put on some music to practice to, but kept it quiet enough to hear the radio you had turned on. An hour, two hours, you didn't really care how much time had passed, when suddenly:

"The ninja have successfully been caught! They have been sent to Kryptarium prison, the best prison in Ninjago, and are there to stay." You almost let out a sigh as you turned the music off along with the radio, and dragged yourself out to your room, and plopped yourself onto your bed. And next morning was hell, again. Your father was nowhere to be seen, so you sent him a text,

Got Jay a lawyer yet?

Nope. I'll come back home once I do.

It's good you finally decided to take responsibility.

...

Do you hate me that much?

No. I just really like my brother.

Unlike someone I know.

I'll be back by Sunday.

You didn't send him an answer, and instead went on about your day as normal. Now that the ninja had been caught, the tv went back to normal, and all word of the ninja disappeared into thin air like nothing had ever happened.

Until they broke out. Suddenly all the channels on tv were exploding with people looking for the Ninja again. And not even much to your surprise, your father gave up on getting a lawyer, and hurried back to work. There was nothing worth discussing about with him anymore. The two of you were never on the best terms, but now even the one moment you finally agreed on something together was gone.

 "I wish I wasn't born in a junkyard. I wish I wasn't poor anymore and could give Nya everything she wants."

"Your wish is yours to keep."

Suddenly your phone rang. You were expecting it to be your manager, for you had been slacking off group practice for personal reasons you knew damn well of. He could have been angry, for Starstruck's schedule could have gotten messed up, or perhaps you had just missed a deadline on something small, and he would only scold you a little. 

"(y/n) Gordon." You said, when a voice you weren't quite sure you recognised spoke from the other end of the call.

"This is Max from the police, we're sorry to inform you, but..." His tone was careful, as if he was afraid to tell whatever he had to tell.

"Your father was involved in an accident, he passed away in the ambulance." Your phone fell onto the floor. There was no way. You dropped down onto the floor, and buried your face in your hands.

[jell0buss-37]

Could I ask for a peter b parker x black!fem!reader where maybe Y/N is the prowler in Peter's dimension and he's friends with her and then he finds out she's the prowler (and perhaps she also finds out he's spiderman 👁👁) and he tries to talk to her

If you don't like the prowler idea Y/N can just be any Villian :))

(This is kinda angsty I'm sorry 😭)

I love this idea! I think it'd be interesting if they were more rivals to begin with and had started to slowly grown closer. And as their super-sonas, they'd always have more playful banter. I also thought it'd be interesting if the reader and him started working together on certain cases and such! I'm writing this while waiting for my tires to get looked at, and this gave me a lot of ideas. I hope you like them!

He is so goofy I love him <3

You two had known eachother since high school

Neither of you were exactly over achievers whenever it came to academics, but boy were you guys competitive

Nothing really interesting either of you unless one of you were suddenly better than the other at it

Mathematics? You only took AP to spite him

English Language Arts? He yoinked that from you by winning multiple prizes for his short stories.

You were in Theatre, Art, and Auto shop, while he took over Orchestra, Band, and Culinary

Once the two of you graduated, you thought all of this feuding would finally be over

You and your sister lived together and took care of her son, your sister being a cop. She met her husband in the academy, and went on to join the army

You had your nephew, Miles, who was only 2 at this time

You'd spend many nights taking care of him

He was your favorite little dude

Eventually, times started getting tough, Your brother in law going MIA

He was presumed dead

You had worked at your dad's mechanic shop when you got the news

You were quickly by your sisters side

You had moved in by the end of the month

About a year later, you still worked as a mechanic, however due to how tight money was getting, and Miles getting older, you had to take on another job

You met this guy, a doctor at the University

He took you under his wing, and taught you all about robotics

Soon you became the prowler

You'd get these shady deals to do some crimes, smuggling certain weapons, handling affairs with shady politicians

You weren't proud of it, but it kept the cash flow steady.

You soon we're able to move your older sister and your nephew into a nicer neighborhood in Queens, nothing much but a good apartment with a good daycare down the road for Miles

You didn't, however, count on your new neighbors

"(Y/n)??"

You froze in the door to your new apartment

"Peter..."

It was awkward at first, and so you both held this silent agreement that you just wouldn't talk to eachother

Until your sister invited him to dinner

It was... Awkward

At first

Soon you guys were talking about old times, realizing how stupid it was to be feuding in the first place

And soon it's as if you never even hated eachother

He thought it was cool that you were a mechanic now, admitting he actually knows more about cars because of you in high school

He was very sympathetic to your sister and the loss of her husband, even offering to watch Miles every now and then if you guys needed

He was quick to become a family friend, coming over almost every Sunday now

How you two had met as the prowler and spiderman was a different story, however

You had been stealing out a large corporate bank, your Intel being to take a certain actors bank deposit

However, things were quick to go tits up

It appears that some other guys had the idea to rob that bank as well

Just a bunch of guys wearing Halloween masks

Amateurs.

You were quick to crash into the scene, finding them threatening bystanders and taking hostages

Amateurs.

Suddenly, a certain hero had also crashed into the scene, to find you beating up and knocking out a couple of the crooks, sending away the hostages

He was surprised, unsure if you were friend or foe

Either or, he helped you handle the guys

The two of you worked pretty good together, making a pretty decent team

It seemed you were a friend!

Until you went and just grabbed the bank statements, knocking Spiderman out of the building with an explosive you had planted

Okay, you were a foe.

You were gone before he could even collect himself

These little interactions would continue, him always joking and making smartass comments and remarks, you only staying silent

Although he was pretty amusing

Meanwhile, in your civilian lives, things seemed to be going pretty great

In fact, it appears that something more seemed to be going on between the two of you

It starts turning into more one night, when you come home early from a day at your auto shop, finding Peter watching a movie with Miles and eating some snacks

"Hey! Look Miles, your Auntie is back from being a grease monkey!" "Hey, look Miles, Uncle Peter is always a monkey!"

Miles loves you both so much, and was really excited to be tucked in and read a bedtime story to by you guys

You sang his favorite little song to him, the ABCs (don't ask, it's what my mom sang to me as a kid), and finishing it off with My Little Sunshine

Peter watches from the doorway, staring almost dreamily at you while you comfort the little guy

You close the door lightly, standing outside his door with Peter, the two of you joking with eachother for a bit

Eventually, it's about time he heads out, and you walk him out to see him off

He seems to be contemplating something in his head, and he suddenly turns around to ask you something

But you're right in front of him already, your noses bumping a bit, causing your breath to hitch a bit

"Hah, u-uh, I was just thinking, there's that new movie coming out soon, and-"

Your lips are suddenly on his, a light peck to his own

You pull back with a smile, laughing at his dazed expression

"... So is that a yes? Or-" "Yes, Peter."

You two start dating soon after, finding that the times spent together are so much funner whenever you guys aren't fighting

You were worried at first, due to you having to disappear every now and then because of your Prowler duties, and you were worried he would start questioning you

However, Pete was also worried about the same thing

You two didn't even notice that you guys would disappear every now and then to lead your double lives

It wasn't until about 6 months into you guys dating, when you both had come home around the same time covered in bruises and scratches from your previous excursion together

Peter was so worried, asking a thousand questions a minute

Meanwhile he had a black eye himself, and you two were freaking out at the same time

You both had came up with your own excuses

However, you guys started becoming distant since that event, both of you scared at what would happen if your lives got mixed up in eachothers

The break-up was inevitable at that point

You guys avoided eachother for a month, both as your alter egos and as yourselves

You guys were both obviously hurt from this

You had even started to question your work as the Prowler. You decided to put an end to being the Prowler. You were gonna get your Peter back

You were on the way to see the Doc, to give him his things back, a text sent to Peter telling him to meet up

When suddenly there was a collapse on the bridge, and you see spiderman fighting the very same doctor that you were on your way to see

Except now he had... 8 robot arms???

You were quick to suit up, helping out the vigilante that had become your friend

You help anyone that needs it, and even jump in to help Spidy

You both eventually defeat Doc Ock, and your by his side when he's stopping the bridge from completely collapsing

He gets hit with some falling debris, and he's knocked out, along with his mask

You're quick to go and catch him before he falls into the water below you

You get him to a safe place, only to find-

"PETER!??"

You were quick to rip off your own mask, trying to shake him awake

When he comes to, he sees your tearstained face looking down at him

"Hey pretty Lady... I was actually just on my way to see ya!"

He panics when he realized he was in his spidersuit, but you were quick to calm him down

He was... Shocked to find out that his "favorite colleague" was his girlfriend the entire time

"This is great! Now we can be the ultimate smoke show power couple!!"

Yeah, things were going to be great