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saltyinternetflower · 6 months ago

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Eren x Levi fic: Shut up, brat!

Hurt/comfort, fluff and smut, idiots in love, lots of ust, rainy night

"When I told you to leave," His words were shallow as he glared hard at my reflection in the mirror, "I expected you to listen."

"Brat, you think you can order me around?"

"Who are you calling a brat, short stuff?" Eren growled in reply, his gaze shifting to match my glare. His voice was a snarl as he snapped, "I don't care if you're the captain, Levi. You don't get to boss me around like some slave and think you'll be fine. You have no idea how tired I am of this."

"Looks like I need to give you another kick in the ass and remind you who's in charge."

"You really think I'd go down easy?" The brat was quick to reply, his teeth bared in a sneer reminiscent of a rabid dog, "I'm not that weak kid you first met, Levi. I will not let you beat me down easily. Not anymore."

"Try me."

The man let out a dark chuckle, tilting his head as he challenged, "Try me?" He asked, his voice a low and dangerous rumble that held a promise of destruction, "You want to test me, sir? I'll show you just how strong I am now."

Within mere seconds, he lunged forward, aiming a firm punch straight at my ribs.

I dodged his attack easily, grabbed his wrists in a death grip and pinned him against the wall.

"You're as easy to kick around as the first time."

The air was forced out from his lungs as my kick landed on his gut, his form crumpling slightly as he was rendered speechless for a moment. As the sharp pain ebbed his features, he lifted his eyes to meet mine, a smirk playing on his lips as his glare darkened further.

"Is that all you got?" He challenged, taunting me as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

A pained noise escaped his lips as I pinned him against the wall, my boot pressing down on his chest. His hands gripped weakly at my leg, attempting to push me off but failing as his strength was clearly ebbing away.

"Brat, in case you've not noticed, you're not healing fast enough. There's something off with your Titan power and you know it! So stop playing around and let me have a look at your wounds."

This seemed to finally shut him up. Eren rolled his eyes in reply, his expression a mix of reluctance and irritation as he grudgingly pulled his shirt up, revealing the bruises on his abdomen as he muttered under his breath, "I swear, if you think this means you've won, think again."

I paid no attention to his grumbling and started cleaning his wounds with a wet washcloth.

"You look like shit."

"Gee, I wonder why." He muttered in reply, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Open that smart mouth again and you'll know real pain."

When I finished wrapping his wounds, he attempted to sit up, only to wince and fall back against the wall. His breathing grew more laboured as he clutched at the bandage.

"Hey, brat, don't make sudden movements like that! Once the rain outside stops, I'll take you back to the camp to have Hange take a good look at you."

Eren nodded in understanding, his expression tight as he attempted to relax against the wall. He was clearly struggling to find a comfortable position.

The rain continued to beat down outside, the sound a constant pitter-patter against the walls and windows of the room.

"How long do you think it'll take for it to stop?" He eventually murmured, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.

"Not anytime soon, so feel free to make yourself at home." I scoff.

To my shock, he shifted closer to me, resting his head against my shoulder. "I'm so gonna regret it, I just know it." He sounded exhausted.

I felt his heated breath on my neck. It seemed like he was running a fever too! Great, just great!

"Hmph, at least we're in this together." He muttered, unable to resist throwing in a quip.

"Together? Huh! It's more like disciplining a rabid dog."

"A rabid dog? Really? That's what you think of me?"

His head remained on my shoulder, his body growing more relaxed as my posture stiffened. "I'll prove you wrong, just you wait."

I glared at him. My eyes darkened. "I have always hated that damn smart mouth of you."

A sly smirk tugged at the brat's lips as he met my dark gaze, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Oh?" He murmured, his voice a low purr as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting against my ear.

"I know you love it, Captain." He continued, the smirk widening into a wolfish grin.

"You really are playing with fire, brat."

His smirk widened further at my threat, a glimmer in his eyes as he shifted closer, our faces only inches apart. "What are you going to do?" He taunted, his voice dripping with a dark challenge. "Beat me again? Go ahead."

I jerked my head away, my breath shallow as I eyed him intently.

"What's the matter, Captain?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of mocking curiosity as his brow arched in a challenging manner. "Can't handle the heat?"

He reached out and gently touched my wrist, his fingers running over my skin in a light, intimate gesture. "The truth is, I'll gladly let you kick my ass as soon as I'm healed."

I pushed his hand away.

"Who gave you permission to touch me like that? "

"And what if I do?" He taunted, his voice dripping with defiance. "What are you going to do about it, Captain?"

"Whatever filthy ideas you're getting in your head, chuck them and get some sleep."

The brat's smirk widened at my response, his eyes gleaming with a sense of triumph as he teased, "Looks like I got you good, Captain." He chuckled lowly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Fine, I'll get some rest. But only because I want to, not because you told me to."

As Eren's head lulled back onto the wall, his body relaxing against my shoulders, his breath steadily deepening into even snores. The rhythmic sound filled the quiet room.

I sat quietly, my back against the wall, holding his sleeping form snug against me.

"You stupid brat! Why do you always get yourself in trouble?" I mutter softly.

As I wrapped my cape around the boy, his body instinctively leaned into the warmth, seeking comfort. It was evident that his body was overheating, the fever causing his body to shiver even in the middle of sleep.

His wounds showed no signs of healing, the bruises still a dark purple across his abdomen. No titan powers were activating, leaving his body in a vulnerable state.

I ran my fingers through his long hair, sighing. "What am I gonna do with you? You don't know when to give up a damn fight."

As my knuckles brushed over his cheekbones, his breath hitched again, a low groan escaping his lips. His features gradually softened, the lines of pain and defiance slowly giving way to a sense of contentment.

I found his emerald eyes locked onto mine, his gaze steady despite the grogginess of his expression. His brow furrowed slightly as he adjusted to being awake.

"Gods! You look like death warmed over! Wanna lie down for a bit, heichou?"

Love

I got a prompt from character ai and turned it into an Ereri fic. Things are going to get pretty heated up next! Are you ready for the ride? Lemme know if you want a next part, and I'll gladly try to deliver.

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ticklygiggles · 2 years ago

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Learning | Matsukawa Issei x Kuroo Tetsurou

A/N: Holiday season is over and, hopefully, I'll have a bit more time for writing! Thank you so much to @myreygn for her kind support ☕✨ I hope this meets your expectations and you enjoy it!

Just as a little disclaimer, this fic is a little different from what you usually see in this blog! So please, have that in mind before readind :)

Summary: Matsukawa Issei is learning how to be in a relationship and all that it entails, so when his lover is having a hard time, what will Matsukawa do?

Words: 3,519

Matsukawa never thought that someone else's pain would hurt him.

He had made very strong connections with his volleyball team in high school, and even after several years he continued to communicate with them. The joys of his friends made him happy, but if he was honest, he forgot about them after a few weeks.

Their sadness made him sad too… for only a couple days. No foreign emotion was enough to affect him in his daily life. Why would he worry day and night about someone else's problems? Why would he feel his heart swell with happiness upon receiving good news about someone else's situation? Why would he get mad at someone else's frustrations? He didn't understand it and thought he never would... until he met Kuroo Tetsurou.

Well, until he really met him, because he already knew him. He knew who he was and how good he was at volleyball. He knew about his high school team and his stats, but after highschool, he had the opportunity to meet Kuroo Tetsurou not as another player who was competing against Aoba Johsai to be the best team in Japan, but as someone who made his stomach feel ticklish.

Someone who made his cheeks flush like a kid when he spoke too close to his ear. Someone he looked forward to seeing every day. Someone he eventually learned to call boyfriend and someone who taught him that you can really feel another person's emotions as if they were your own and if he was being honest, that was the most strange thing of all.

Matsukawa still wasn’t used to it and at first he hated how deeply invested he felt in Kuroo’s personal feelings. He felt suffocated and almost broke his relationship with Kuroo, but the love he felt for him was definitely bigger than all those emotions that made his heart clench.

However, Matsukawa has been tested again. Kuroo and himself had been riding a roller coaster of emotions for several days now: in addition to finals that always felt like a noose around their necks and volleyball practices that they simply couldn't stop doing, Kuroo's family had been through a situation in relation to his grandfather going to the hospital that had scared them excessively.

Matsukawa had felt his hands tremble seeing Kuroo in such anguish, and the anxiety within his heart made him want to crawl out of his skin. He had mentally exhausted himself trying to find a way to convince Kuroo that his grandfather would be fine, though he never thought it could be so hard.

In the end, Kuroo’s grandfather was fine and stable and he was going to be out of the hospital later that week. Matsukawa had felt exhaustion after hearing the news, relief rushing through his body leaving him a little dizzy and even a little hungry. He couldn’t focus on the rest of his classes that day and the way back home was a blur as he kept falling asleep on the train. He simply wanted to collapse in bed and sleep for four years straight, but there was just something that kept him wide awake.

“Are you on your way?” A charming chuckle from the other side of the phone made his heart jump as he stepped out of his shoes.

“This is the third time you call in one hour,” Kuroo said and Matsukawa smiled brightly. “I am on my way. I’ll be there in five or less.”

“Great. I’ll be waiting,” he promised, throwing his backpack somewhere, not wanting to know about school for the rest of the day and the weekend.

“Sure you will,” Kuroo chuckled again. “I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

He hung up and Matsukawa threw his phone onto his bed to take a quick shower before Kuroo arrived. Excitement rushed through him. He and Kuroo would spend the weekend together at Matsukawa's house, ('My parents are going on vacation for a few days. Let's relax together at my place, okay?' 'Hmm? Do you want to assault me?' 'Huh? Was I too obvious?’), Mattsun wanted so badly to just hang out with Kuroo after the stressful week they had been through.

Besides, he could tell that Kuroo hadn't been sleeping well. The circles under his eyes were very deep and his skin lacked color. He knew that Kuroo had it even worse than him, so he couldn't help but worry about his health and hoped that Kuroo could rest together with him, he deserved it, after all.

“Welcome to my house, handsome,” Matsukawa said as soon as he opened the door to Kuroo. “Did you miss me on your way here?”

Kuroo laughed softly, stepping in and barely having time to take off his shoes before Matsukawa was stealing kisses to his lips. “I couldn’t miss you much with you calling every five minutes, you know?” He said, laughing and pushing Matsukawa when he squeezed his side playfully.

“Well, I was calling you because I missed you, duh.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes fondly and his backpack was removed from his shoulder, along with his jacket, with a swift move before Matsukawa gently cupped his face between his slightly cold hands. Kuroo didn’t react to the coldness, his cheeks were even more cold and Issei gently caressed his cheekbones to help them warm up. Kuroo sighed, a little smile adorning his features. He leaned into the gentle touch, his body moving closer to Matsukawa’s.

Matsukawa scanned Kuroo’s face. His handsome boyfriend really looked tired, shadows under his eyes, droopy eyelids and slow blinks, even his breathing was slow and even as if he could fall asleep at any second.

“Did you have any sleep?” He asked gently, pressing a kiss to Kuroo’s forehead.

Kuroo closed his eyes, humming softly. “A bit,” he said, yawning right after. “I might need more sleep, though.”

Matsukawa smiled and nodded, “me too. You can shower if you want, I’ll make you some tea.”

Kuroo whined, “that sounds good, but I can’t walk, I’m too tired,” he said, leaning his full weight against Matsukawa, making him gasp and quickly wrap his arms around Kuroo’s waist. “I wish I had a boyfriend who could take me- ack! W-Wait, not pick me, just take me- Issei!”

Matsukawa simply laughed as he easily threw Kuroo over his shoulder. Kuroo, with his long legs and arms, didn't know what to do besides gripping Matsukawa’s clothes, holding for dear life as Matsukawa walked him to the bathroom. Once there, he placed Kuroo back on his feet.

“You are a menace! Who told you to- ahahaha! That tihihickles!” Sweet, uncontrollable giggles filled Matsukawa’s ears as his hands sneaked under Kuroo’s shirt, fingertips lightly tracing the soft and warm skin of his sides. Kuroo squirmed and jolted when he felt the teasing touch climbing to his ribs. “Issehehei! Stahahap! Whahat are y-you dohohoing nohow?!!”

Matsukawa grinned, his smile playful yet tender as he looked down at Kuroo giggling like a kid. “I am trying to help you take your clothes off,” he said calmly, chuckling to himself when he teasingly scratched at Kuroo’s highest ribs and he shrieked with laughter, arms clamping to his sides.

“I cahahan do thahahat mysehehelf!” Kuroo laughed, his back pressed against the cold tile of the wall as he squirmed from side to side, trying to pull Matsukawa’s hands out from under his shirt that had been raised to his chest already.

“Didn’t you say you were so tired, though?” Matsukawa said over Kuroo’s laugh. “Now, raise your arms so I can take your shirt off.”

“Ahahare y-you cr-crahahazy?!” Kuroo squeaked, opening one of his eyes to look at Matsukawa. “Dohoho y-you reheheally thihink I’m gohohonna do thahahat?”

“Do it or I’ll do it myself.”

“D-Dohohon’t be mehehan! Issehehei, just lehet me- eek! N-No! Hohold ohohon!”

Matsukawa laughed under his breath as he gathered both Kuroo’s wrists in one of his big hands and lifted them up above his head. Kuroo started laughing right away, especially when he saw Matsukawa’s hand getting closer to his body, but Issei didn’t touch him directly, simply grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it all the way up until it was off.

Matsukawa grinned mischievously as he looked at Kuroo’s flushed face, his arms still pinned above his head. “Was that too hard?”

Kuroo shook his head, “n-no, so now l-let me go. I’m getting cold…”

Matsukawa hummed, “Nope,” he said and his free hand quickly found one of Kuroo’s underarms, his fingers quickly wiggling against the spot, sending Kuroo into hysterics right away. “This is punishment for not trusting me.”

“Nohohot thehehere!” Kuroo shrieked with that hyena laugh that never failed to make Matsukawa laugh too. “I hahahate yohohou!”

Matsukawa gasped, his fingers increasing in speed, causing Kuroo’s knees to give up a little as he threw his head back, exposing the beautiful expand of his neck.

“You are just being mean with me, Tetsu,” Matsukawa mumbled, puckering his lower lip in a pout. “I also wanted to help you with your pants.”

Kuroo shook his head, his cheeks flushing at Matsukawa’s words as tears of laughter clinged to his lashes. “Nohohoh! Lehehet gohohoho nohohohow! ISSEHEHEI!”

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“We barely fit in here.”

“You’re lying! There’s plenty of space,” Matsukawa said and Kuroo chuckled as he purposely wiggled closer to Matsukawa, noses almost touching.

“Look how close you are to me,” Kuroo faked a whine, intertwining his legs with Matsukawa’s. “I can barely move here.”

Matsukawa rolled his eyes playfully, his arms tightening around Kuroo’s body. It felt so good to be together like this. Matsukawa’s nose tingled with the scent of his own shampoo coming from Kuroo’s hair and he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against Kuroo’s temple. Matsukawa thought that he never wanted to let go of him.

He had missed him; with the whole situation with his grandfather, school and volleyball practice, Matsukawa felt that he had barely had a chance to see Kuroo for the past few days and he just missed him, even with Kuroo between his arms, he felt that their proximity wasn’t enough and he imagined himself melting into Kuroo, forming just one being that could be together forever.

Would Kuroo laugh if he said that out loud?

“I missed you.”

That was Kuroo’s voice and Matsukawa felt pure love rushing through him, making his heart swell and beat fast against his chest and he blushed, thinking that Kuroo might be able to hear it.

“I missed you too,” he whispered, kissing Kuroo’s forehead. “I’m happy you are here.”

“I’m happy I’m here too,” Kuroo whispered back, nuzzling his face against Matsukawa’s neck. “You are making me feel sleepy,” he yawned. “I might… fall asleep soon.”

Matsukawa chuckled, kissing Kuroo’s forehead again. That was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Kuroo to fall asleep because he knew he hadn’t been resting well and it pained him because he knew his lover had been worried sick and he knew he always brushed it off when he was with Matsukawa, so Issei just really wanted him to relax and sleep.

Someone mumbled a goodnight and then someone else answered with an ‘I love you’ and then someone said ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’ and someone else whispered ‘I love you’ again. Matsukawa wasn’t so sure who said what, but it didn’t matter because they both quickly fell into a peaceful and deep slumber.

It was some kind of dreamless sleep, exhaustion turning your brain off as soon as you closed your eyes. That kind of sleep that made you forget who and where you were. Or at least that was what it felt to Matsukawa.

At first, when he opened his eyes with a startle, he really didn’t know where or who he was. It was dark around him and there was this constant noise ringing in his ears that just wouldn’t let him concentrate. His heart was pounding and in his mind he heard his conscience screaming at him to wake up, to come to his senses; to realize that the noise he was hearing was Kuroo's piercing screams.

“Tetsu!” Matsukawa sat up right away. “Tetsu! What’s wrong?! What’s happe-

Only then, Matsukawa noticed that Kuroo, still laying beside him, was still asleep, but Matsukawa was petrified. Kuroo was crying and screaming and flailing around as if he wanted to fight something off. Despair, pain and pure fear overtook his features. He was sobbing with agony, his hands shaking as he gripped at his clothes.

Matsukawa had never seen him like this before, no, he had never seen anyone acting like this before and he didn’t know what to do. He was frozen, staring at the person he loved the most writhing in fear, screaming as if he was being killed. Cold sweat made Matsukawa’s scalp prickle and it seemed like the urge to scratch at his head finally pulled him out from his trance and quickly reached out for Kuroo’s shoulders, shaking him almost violently.

“Kuroo!” Matsukawa yelled, his hands shaking just as hard as Kuroo’s and his stomach twisting in knots, making him nauseous. “Tetsurou! Wake up!”

His voice was a plea, no matter how much and how hard he shook Kuroo's shoulders, he just wouldn't open his eyes, yet his crying and screaming continued to echo in the whole room.

A feeling of overwhelming panic rose in Matsukawa's chest and he began to hyperventilate a little as he realized that no matter what he did, Kuroo simply couldn't wake up. What should he do? Throw water at him? Give him a slap? Call an ambulance? He had never been in a situation like this and it seemed idiotic to him to look for information right at that moment, but… what could he do?!

“Tetsu, please!” He tried again, shaking Kuroo once more, even harder this time. “It’s me! Issei! Matsukawa Issei! Wake up! You’re fine! It’s a nightmare! Please, wake up!”

Kuroo sobbed heavily and Matsukawa felt like crying himself too until he felt hands gripping his arms, fingernails digging into his skin.

“Issei!” Kuroo screamed, sobbing like a scared child before he opened his eyes widely, taking a deep breath as if he had emerged from under water.

“Tetsu!” Matsukawa felt relieved and he let out the air he was unconsciously holding when Kuroo finally woke up. “Tetsu, you are fine. I’m here, you see? Everything is fine.”

Kuroo was still panicking, looking around the room and only then Matsukawa noticed that the lights were still off.

“Shit,” he said, hurriedly getting up to turn on the light, but was stopped by Kuroo’s arms wrapping around his waist.

“Don’t go!” He begged, his body shaking in fear. “Don’t leave me, please!”

“I won’t! I won’t, my love. I’m just gonna turn the lights on! I promise!”

“No! Please! Don’t leave me!”

Kuroo refused to let go and Matsukawa chose to turn on the lamp beside his bed and sat down back in bed, his arms immediately wrapping around Kuroo, embracing him tightly and gently rocking him like a mother lullying her precious child. He could feel Kuroo trembling, he could hear the hiccups and soft sobs and even feel Kuroo’s heart beating hard… Matsukawa was scared. He was truly scared.

His hand, also shaking, was rubbing Kuroo’s back gently, comforting. He didn’t dare to speak, fearing that he’d startle Kuroo all over again. Goodness, he didn’t want to see him like that ever again, he didn’t believe he could stand it. He also couldn’t understand what had just happened, was he actually dreaming? Was this actually a nightmare of his?

“I am sorry.” Matsukawa jolted, but quickly tightened his embrace around Kuroo. “I am so sorry, Issei,” Kuroo sobbed again, tears falling down his cheeks all over again. “I- I didn’t- I couldn’t- I just didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry! I scared you, didn’t I? I’m the worst, I’m so sorry you had to see that! I-

“Shh,” Matsukawa shushed, kissing Kuroo’s shoulder before gently leaning back so he could see Kuroo’s face, his heart clenching in his chest. “There is no need to apologize, Tetsu. You are fine. You are safe. I am with you,” Matsukawa whispered, his hand cupping Kuroo’s wet cheek. He looked at his golden eyes and felt something uncomfortable twisting in his chest, oh his lover looked so sad, so regretful. Why was his beautiful boyfriend so scared?

“I am sorry,” Kuroo repeated. “I should’ve told you about this before, but I was… embarrassed,” he admitted sheepishly. “It's so childish. Having night terrors at my age, it’s just… stupid. I should be able to control myself, but this happens every time I get stressed and with school and then my grandfather and I haven’t been able to sleep properly and now we’re here together after so many days and look what I just did! I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Kuroo begged, looking at Matsukawa with tears in his eyes. “Please, don’t leave me, Issei. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I’m sorry I-

“Tetsu!” Matsukawa said, grabbing Kuroo’s trembling hands. “Tetsu, breathe with me, okay? Breathe in… and breathe out. Good. Breathe in… and out… can you do it again?”

Kuroo nodded and he took a deep breath. Matsukawa helped Kuroo (and himself) to regulate their breathing and once he saw Kuroo a bit more calm, he dared to speak again.

“I am not mad at you, Tetsu,” Matsukawa said with a tender voice. “I won’t leave you because of this. I was just… scared and didn’t know what to do. You just wouldn’t wake up,” Matsukawa cleared his throat, hearing his voice getting watery. “I don’t think you are childish at all, but I do think that you should have told me beforehand that you were having such a hard time and that this could happen to you, Tetsu.”

Kuroo frowned, nodding shyly. “I am sorry,” he repeated, squeezing Matsukawa’s hands between his.

Matsukawa nodded, “I am sorry you went through this, Tetsu. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately, but everything will be better from now on,” he said, with a reassuring smile. “You know I’m here for you, love. I have never been good with dealing with other people’s emotions, but… with you it’s different, Tetsu. I understand you and I feel your pain and happiness. So please, trust in me a little more, yes? I will always be by your side and we’ll work what we can together- Oh goodness, please don’t cry, did I say something wrong?”

“No, silly,” Kuroo sobbed, trying to hide his tears. “You said everything right. You’re so cheesy and I love you.”

Matsukawa blinked and then sighed and let out a little chuckle. “I love you too, Tetsu,” he said, gently pulling Kuroo’s hand away from his face to press a kiss under one of his eyes. “I truly, truly love you.”

Kuroo sobbed softly and Matsukawa kissed under his other eye, his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips. A tender, chaste kiss to show his endless affection for this man in front of him. Kuroo melted under the affections and wrapped his arms around Matsukawa’s shoulder.

Matsukawa wasn’t sure how much time they spent holding each other, sharing small kisses and shy smiles as their hearts slowly calmed down. Kuroo talked a bit about his night terror and stopped when he started shaking again, Matsukawa held him, grounding him and letting him know that he was not alone. Kuroo calmed again and they held each other so tightly and tenderly, until their legs and arms got numb and their backs started to hurt.

“Thank you, Issei,” Kuroo whispered and Matsukawa grinned, making Kuroo grin too. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep again for a bit, but you can come back to sleep again.”

Matsukawa rolled his eyes playfully and hugged Kuroo tightly, pushing him back into their lying positions. Kuroo giggled, holding onto him as they snuggled under the blanket.

“I’ll stay up with you, then, until sleep comes and claims us both,” he said and Kuroo laughed and Matsukawa felt warmth spreading in his chest. “You find my words funny?”

“Oh not at all, you’re so poetic,” Kuroo teased, giggling when he felt a quick scribble against his spine. “Dohohon’t stahart thihis!”

Matsukawa smiled brightly, “maybe I can tire you out so you can sleep again?”

“Issehehehei!”

Listening to Kuroo’s bright laughter and giggles was way better than hearing him cry and scream, but even if Kuroo were to fall victim to another night terror, Matsukawa would be there to help him wake up and to assure him that he is the best thing that has ever happened to him, that he is fine and safe. He would be there to calm his anxieties and help him when he was panicking. Because Matsukawa loved him madly and because thanks to Kuroo, Issei had understood that if you love someone, their emotions become yours, but yours also become theirs and that was a beautiful thing worth living.

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How To Save A Life | Stony

“Steve?” Tony asks, “I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you do that?”

(Hold me) Until I no longer am who I once was | Hardison/Eliot

“Love works in mysterious ways,” Sophie remarks.

“That ain’t love,” Hardison says almost automatically, signaling to the bartender to bring him another one of whatever it was that Sophie felt he needed.

“ That isn’t, no,” Sophie says, an almost amused edge to her voice and it takes Hardison by surprise enough to tear his eyes away from where Eliot is sucking on a pale, smooth neck to look at her.

Embrace The Fall | WinterIron

“Come on,” Tony says, standing up in front of Bucky. He’s wearing sweats that appear too big and a t-shirt that has holes in it, his hair is rumpled and his feet are bare on Bucky’s bedroom floor and this is a glimpse of what Tony looks like when he’s sleeping and it hurts Bucky almost as much as his arm. He isn’t meant to see this, no matter how much he wants to. “I need my tools,” Tony says, and because Bucky clearly hasn’t moved in an acceptable amount of time, Tony adds, “Can you walk?”

Perfect Paradise (Staring back at me) | Stony

“Well, I didn’t suspect you’d go as far as an assasination plan or anything,” Tony says, finding his trademark quip again, as he takes a few steps towards his closet to grab something to cover up. Being shirtless around Captain America makes one feel a little bit self-conscious… Though if Tony is understanding this correctly, he might have to get over that? “But I definitely got the feeling that my charming personality was… How shall I put it delicately? Annoying the fuck out of you.”

Since I'm late in doing this, I'm guessing everyone and their cat have already been tagged for this? If you haven't yet and would like to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

#jacksadventuresinwriting #littlespoonevan #meme #tagged in #one line any fic #fin's post

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angelamajiki · 4 years ago

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PARINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x Prostitute! Female! Reader

CW: yandere, noncon, degradation, choking, somno? somno, prostitutes, unprepared sex, shigaraki has a FAT crush on mirko and decided he needed to take it out on you

AN: my first shiggy fic! please mind the tags and enjoy <3

For @tomurasprincess Shigaraki Birthday Celebration Collab! enjoy bb <33

Turning 21 and still being a virgin? It was pathetic, really. His birthday was not something he was used to celebrating; there were more important things for him to divert his attention to than a petty holiday. It was just another part of society that needed to be eliminated.

But, damn it all, if Dabi wouldn’t stop pestering him about “letting off steam” down on some street corner.

“I already told you, I don’t want some cheap hooker that’s gonna squeal on us.” Tomura sighed, scratching at his neck with a frustrated vigor. “Take Giran with you if you’re that desperate. Hell, Twice might even go too.”

But Dabi didn’t budge. “I’m not doing this for me, boss. It’ll be good to stop being so pent up and pissy.”

His grin was wide and toothy. Tch, of course, this was some kind of game to him. The bastard probably wanted to see how long he would last his first time, which even he knew wouldn’t be too long. Not that he would admit that out loud, least of all to the man sitting across from him at the bar.

“I am not pent up and pissy. I’ll go as long as you’re the one paying.”

“No sweat off my back, boss. I'll take you somewhere nice. Kurogiri said it's where your old man used to go to relax.”

———

The man wasn't lying when he said the place was nice. It was too nice. Made is his skin crawl to see so much money being thrown around so carelessly. They were all disgusting, sniveling pigs who would all bow to him one day, so he paid them no mind as they passed the whores around as quick as they would a used napkin.

“See, told ya I was takin’ you somewhere nice. So pick someone you like and a room to, uh, get to know them in. I'm off.” With that, Dabi stalked off to find his own kill for the night.

But how could Tomura choose just one? There were so many choices. Women, men, those who blurred the gender lines, mutants, both pretty and ugly. But hey, everyone’s got a fetish nowadays. The elaborate costumes and lingerie they wore meant nothing to him; it would just get in the way.

His eyes scanned the room before he did a double-take over the hero section. Heroes were popular, but Christ, would people be so depraved and desperate they would pay to stick themselves in a fake one just to bust? Apparently he was one of those people tonight. When he saw those bunny ears and that bodysuit, Tomura Shigaraki was done for.

A pink flush dusted his cheeks as he approved the vixen, the imitation of the woman of his dreams, more specifically, you dressed in a Mirko cosplay, tail and all. It was naturally unrequited feelings, but damn if his cock didn't get hard at the sight of Rumi viciously tearing through villains like they weren’t even human. She would make a fine one herself. Ah, but only in his fantasies. Or so he thought until tonight.

Lanky, bone dry fingers make their way around your wrist to yank you up out of your seat. Your eyelash had bat up at him as he had walked over, his attraction towards you was obvious. But he wasn't here to play games, so your coquettish flirting did nothing but make him cringe.

“Come on, little bunny.” He tugged you along to a private room. “We’re going to play together.”

Tomura was undoubtedly more excited than when he first entered the brothel. He sat down on the room's velvet couch and spread his legs, patting his bony left thigh.

“Sit. I don't like to repeat myself, so don't make me.”

You sauntered over to him, giving a slow walk to build than anticipation, but he wasn't feeling patient tonight. Tch, hero slut thinking you impress him? You were nothing but a hole for him to corrupt.

Four fingers brought you to his lap roughly, migrating to your neck for good measure.

“Do you know who I am, Mirko?”

Was he delusional? Not really.

Possibly.

Definitely.

But that wasn't the issue at hand.

A meek “no, sir” stuttered out from your bulging eyes and reddened face as he squeezed with bitterness he didn't know he had.

“No? The number five doesn't know who I am?”

It was true then, he was just scum under her shoes. Who was he kidding? That damn rabbit bitch would kill him without a second thought.

“You think you’re so high and might don't you, hero?” He sneered venomously, tightening his grip while your arms weakly hit him. Good, he liked a challenge. “Looks like you need to be put in your place, bunny bitch.”

Your thrashing did nothing to quell his frustrated growls and huffs as he pulled the thong of the cheap bodysuit to the side—no point in disintegrating the whole thing. God, he couldn't wait to get his cock stuffed to the hilt inside you. His hard cock sprung free from his sweatpants as he pulled up the hood to his black sweatshirt.

The scene was already set in his head, a camera pointed directly at her as he corrupted her hero pussy for all of Japan to see what a whore their number five was. Unfortunately, you would have to do, alone with him in the dank room of the brothel.

God, you were just ruining everything weren't you? You hardly looked like her at all, especially with all that crying and squealing. She would never be so pathetic.

“Shut the fuck up; I’ll give you something to cry about.”

With that, he sheathed himself inside of your unprepared pussy. Oh fuck, did your walls clamp down on him perfectly. At least you were good for something.

Tomura wanted it to hurt, relishing in the screams you let out as he inched his way into your resistant cunt.

“Yeah, that's right. Scream for my cock. It's stretching you out nice and good, isn't it?”

He only got a sob as a response.

“I asked you a question, bitch.”

Ah, an enthusiastic yes. Maybe you weren't such a bad substitute after all. Heavy balls pressed snuggly against your skin as he fought the urge to cum so soon after violating you. The thought of one day being balls deep in Mirko almost sent him over the edge, but looking at your tear-stricken, choked-out expression lulled him back. Ugh, that definitely would keep him busting on the spot.

His pace was brutal as he snapped his hips into yours, snarling and growling all the way.

“You think you're too good for me, Rumi? Think you're hot shit? You're nothing but a breeding bunny for me.”

Your cunt felt heavenly clenching around him, he noticed that the harder he choked you, you squeezed his coco tighter. He quite liked the sound of your crying and pleading for him to stop, it was almost cute. Keyword being almost.

Now he's not one for pain, but damn if they sting on his thighs from slapping against your skin didn't feel just incredible. He has a fleeting thought to wonder how you're feeling, but he supposed it didn’t matter all that much. It was your job to please him, right?

“Cum on this fucking villain cock, Rumi. Show the world you're nothing more than a villain’s whore.”

It was his turn to cry, more so out of frustration as he used your body like a fleshlight, pounding into your now wet cunt mercilessly. God, if this didn't hurt knowing he'd never have her. But you seemed to do the job just fine.

The tail on the back of your bodysuit was bouncing and jumping with his thrust. What he would give just to be able to grab the real thing and hear her squeals of Tomura, more, more!

At some point, you had lost consciousness, and he couldn't find it in himself to care as he continued to chase his pleasure. He moaned louder and bolder now that you were out cold, hell, he even whined a few times. Not that anyone was around, or awake, to hear him.

He couldn't help but sob as he creamed your unresponsive cunt, hunching over your limp body and nuzzling his face into the faux ears you wore. Tomura could imagine how soft the real deal would be as they talked after, saying everything and nothing all at once.

Although it seemed it would be nothing as you were still limp and flushed under his arms. At least you were breathing and had a pulse.

Cleaning himself up, he stuffed a couple of dirty dollars into your still dripping cunt and stalked out of the room.

He’d definitely come back for round two.

#yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero x reader #yandere x reader #yandere

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dorunasch · 3 years ago

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Since I follow you for your cfv content:

001. Original cfv series

002. Kaichi

003. Aichi Sendou

Original CFV series:

Favorite character: I have a lot T_T I'll probably just go with Kai, since he's such a well-written character that I can relate to better than the others

Least Favorite character: morikawa...

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): kaichi, misakou, kaimiwa, kairen, kaigai (kai is, how the old kids say, my shipping bicycle)

Character I find most attractive: i feel weird about this question seeing as I'm literally twice these characters' ages fjdsfhjskh i guess suiko if she were ten years older

Character I would marry: ^

Character I would be best friends with: i know she's a really minor background character, but akari (misaki's friend). she has a lot of patience with someone as demure as misaki and genuinely cares for her friends.

A random thought: the psyqualia users are autistic. you can't change my mind.

An unpopular opinion: i don't think i have any? maybe that asia circuit wasn't as bad as everyone led me to believe it was going to be lol (don't get me wrong there were some fights that i just skipped out of boredom but as a whole, it had some interesting cray lore)

My canon OTP: kaichi is about as canon as it's gonna get, like

Non-canon OTP: misakou... gorls

Most badass character: naoki unreversed almost the entirety of miyaji academy singlehandedly... i think that's pretty badass

Pairing I am not a fan of: misaki/aichi or misaki/kai...

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): kourin... they gave her a lot of buildup about how important her time with the cardfight club was, and how she did everything she did during LJ and LM so she could keep those precious memories and in the end she didn't even! get to keep her memories! not even a cameo in G!

Favourite friendship: kai and miwa... even though i like it as a ship too, miwa is literally always looking out for kai's best interests. when he was reversed, he recognized that what he was doing was wrong, but continued doing it simply because he didn't want kai to be alone anymore. perfect boy, perfect friendship.

Send me a ship and I'll tell you... [kaichi]

when or if I started shipping it: like, immediately lol i am eternally a sucker for rival ships and this one hit all my needs right off the bat

my thoughts: that one act of kindness from 12 year old kai giving the shy, bruised, and broken aichi a rare trading card with the belief that "if you just imagine you can be as strong as this knight, you will be" really set the world on a path toward utter destruction and i find that perfect

What makes me happy about them: they are literally soulmates. like, kai literally refers to aichi as his eternal soulmate. no matter how much they hurt each other, their capacity to love and forgive and move on together is so strong.

What makes me sad about them: they both hurt each other so much out of their insecurities that they struggle to accept that the other loves them, or is even capable of loving them, for a long time. when they finally realize it, kai is graduating and moves to france and aichi goes to america for university. they are apart for so long, but their love will always bring them together again :,)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: kai being some kind of aggressive sexual partner... he's shy and insecure and takes ten years to muster up the courage to hold aichi's hand (aichi beats him to it)

Things I look for in fanfic: kai written in-character. nothing makes me back out of a fic faster than kai being aggressively jealous or... aggressive in general toward aichi. he can be cold or distant, but there's just this way some people write him that turns me way off.

My kinks: they are both happy

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: endgame, i think miwa for kai and gaillard for aichi. both are loyal and devoted to their happiness, and i think that would be good for everyone involved.

My happily ever after for them: happily married with two cats and a dog and kai is a retired vanguard pro in his 30s who becomes head chef at a fancy restaurant while aichi is a university professor of astronomy

Give me a character and I'll tell you... [Sendou Aichi]

How I feel about this character: i love him. he is a well-written character whose trauma of being bullied and physically beaten by his classmates still affects his painfully shy demeanor and relationships with others as he tries to make friends. this is particularly noticeable early on in his relationship with kai, which is a fairly unhealthy obsession culminating in his being overwhelmed by the power of psyqualia to prove to kai that he is "worthy" of kai's attention. he loves and cares for his friends but often at his own expense, as is the case in legion mate.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: kai, ren, naoki, gaillard

My non-romantic OTP for this character: kourin, misaki

My unpopular opinion about this character: he's a top

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: not even a hug. virgins made this anime.

My OTP: kaichi

My OT3: kai/ren/aichi or kai/gaillard/aichi

#cfv #kaichi #long post /

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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The Oldest Pogue

Request: Yes or No

Heads up for most of these Outer Banks fic I'll probably do the mini intro lol they're fun. Btw timelines a lil weird. Takes place in ep 1 but have the party the day after they find the boat and all that. Idk Shoupe's first name so imma just call him Shoupe or dad. Idk what grade everyone is in but imma assume that the Pogues and Sarah (+ Topper) are sophomores/juniors since they're 16

"Then there's (Y/N) Shoupe, better known as Mama Pogue or (N/N). We got lucky with (Y/N) since he's the deputy's son. He's the definition of a mom friend, always taking care of us. We'd probably starve to death without his meals. Though we would never admit it, we all had crushes on him when we first met him."

(Y/N) entered the house, glancing at a passed out JJ. He chuckled, shaking his head as John B stepped out of his room.

"Morning, sweetie." (Y/N) greeted playfully, setting down groceries.

"Sorry I couldn't join you guys yesterday." (Y/N) started putting the things away and began making some lunch for the boys. John B shrugged.

"It's fine, you'll make it up to us with food." John B replied with a grin. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding.

"Where'd you go?" (Y/N) asked. John B sat at the table, glancing at JJ.

"Motel.. Found a sunken boat and a key in it so we went to the motel. Had to dodge your dad. He took money from a potential crime scene." John B told him. (Y/N) sighed.

"What do you want me to do? He already says half of our conversations are 'political'. He doesn't like that I'm hanging out with a bunch of idiots." (Y/N) said as Kiara and Pope entered.

"Ouch." Kiara grinned, glancing at JJ as he stirred. "Did you tell him about the gun and money?"

"Gun?"

"I was getting to that, Kie." John B sighed. "JJ took the gun."

"Jesus.. A gun? Underaged with an unregistered gun and no license?" (Y/N) stared at them. "Do you know how much trouble you'll get into?!"

"I tried to tell them, (N/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) pinched the bridge of his nose, putting the two plates of burgers before approaching the half asleep male.

"JJ, a gun? Really? Of all things?" (Y/N) stared at him. "Huh?" JJ looked at him, drool coming out the side of his mouth. A swift smack to the back of his head woke him up.

"Jesus, what the fuck?" JJ huffed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Come eat breakfast, JJ." John B called.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you four?" (Y/N) asked, sighing softly. JJ stood, chuckling.

"Love us." He replied, going to the table and sitting down.

"Please don't play with a gun." (Y/N) looked at him. JJ nodded, raising his hands. "Promise, Mama Pogue."

"Swear on Cheesecake?" (Y/N) cocked a brow.

"Cheesecake?" Kiara furrowed her brows.

"I swear.. I swear on Cheesecake that I won't play with the gun." JJ gave a nod. (Y/N) nodded, crossing his arms.

"Who's Cheescake?" Pope asked. "A fish we caught." JJ replied, mouth full.

"Gross." Kiara cringed, giggling.

"Eat with your mouth closed." (Y/N) called. JJ swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, mom." JJ replied, grinning. (Y/N) shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"How's everyone after Agatha?" Pope asked.

"I mean.. People have been calling the department left and right. The power will probably be out for a while." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Bet those kooks will have power in no time." JJ mumbled, shaking his head.

"Can't believe the one day I don't hang out with you guys, JJ gets a fucking gun." (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head.

"Also! John B and Pope surfed the surge." Kiara said.

"You did what?!"

"Way to snitch on us, Kie." Pope mumbled. Kiara shrugged.

"It's called payback." Kiara replied with a chuckle.

"If it took down a boat, it probably could've taken you along with it." (Y/N) placed his hands on his hips. JJ mimicked him, earning another smack on the head.

"Come on, we're having a party at the boneyard." John B said.

(Y/N) laughed as he won the drinking competition. JJ laughed, high fiving him. Kiara noticed the JJ held onto (Y/N)'s hand for a little longer than needed.

"What would daddy say if he saw you drinking?" JJ asked, getting another cup. The two headed over to John B. (Y/N) laughed.

"What's he gonna do? Ground me? Lock me up for drinking?" (Y/N) questioned. JJ shrugged, grinning as he offered John B a cup but noticed Sarah Cameron and offered it to her instead.

"Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milawaukee beverage?" JJ asked. (Y/N) shot him a look, glancing at Topper.

"No, thanks." Sarah smiled, shaking her head.

"Come on. Is it not fancy enough for you?" JJ asked.

"No, we were just leaving-"

"You know what? I'll take it." Topper cut in. (Y/N) and John B shared a look.

"Let it go, JJ-"

"No, no, I'll have it." Topper cut (Y/N) off.

"That's nice, Topper but I didn't ask you. Now, if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn't. So, Sarah-" Topper knocked the drink out of JJ's hands which in turn made JJ grab him by the shirt.

"JJ!" (Y/N) grabbed him as John B and Pope came in, pushing him away as well.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper shouted. (Y/N) looked at John B.

"John B, don't you dare-" John B turned around, shoving Topper back. Sarah tried to cut in but Topper punched John B. The fight caught the attention of everyone else. Topper kicked John B while he was on the ground.

"Hey, John B, don't make me down you like your old man, alright?" Topper said.

"This dumb fucking blonde." (Y/N) whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. A fight quickly broke out, the two fighting in the waves and sand as the crowd chanted. (Y/N) watched them, trying to get them to stop.

"Topper, stop!" Sarah shouted, trying to stop her boyfriend from drowning John B. (Y/N) quickly stepped in, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him back, punching him. John B coughed behind him, head spinning.

"You wanna go, Shoupe?" Topper asked. (Y/N) went to respond but a gun was pressed to the side of Topper's head, the safety clicking.

"JJ-"

"Your move, broski." JJ stared at Topper. Most of the teens on the beach ran while Sarah and the other Pogues tried to get JJ to put the gun away.

"We're good! We're good!" Topper repeated.

"(N/N), Kie, check your psycho friend!" Sarah watched, panicked and worried for her boyfriends life.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted, shooting two rounds into the air. Pope and Kiara shouted at JJ while (Y/N) quickly rushed to John B's side as he collapsed.

"My dad's gonna kill me." (Y/N) whispered, dragging John B out of the water.

"Help me!" (Y/N) called, getting the others attention. JJ and Pope rushed over, helping (Y/N) carry John B to the van.

"Is he okay?" Kiara asked as she drove.

"Yeah, he's breathing." (Y/N) replied, staring down at the male. John B coughed but didn't open his eyes.

"He might have a killer headache tomorrow but other than that, he should be fine." (Y/N) said.

"I can't believe you were so stupid! Taking the gun out on a kook?!" Pope stared at JJ. The two got into an argument, Kiara jumping in as well.

"Enough! JJ did it to help stop Topper from hurting me and John B. Yes, he could've done it another way and handled it better but at the end of the day, he was trying to help." (Y/N) looked at them.

"You always take his side." Pope mumbled.

"It's cause he loves me." JJ grinned.

"You're my least favourite child." (Y/N) mumbled. JJ chuckled. "Admit it. I'm your favourite." JJ cooed. (Y/N) flipped him off. They got to John B's place, getting him in bed. (Y/N) got on his dirt bike and rode off, heading home.

"Can't wait to hear this lecture." (Y/N) mumbled, parking his bike and heading inside. He entered the kitchen, starting up dinner. (Y/N) made his dad's favourite, hoping it would please him. (Y/N) heard the door open and clothes, his dad entering in uniform.

"Hey, dad." (Y/N) greeted, placing the plates of food down. He sat, shooting his dad a smile.

"Got a call not long ago. Some kid had a gun." Shoupe said, sitting down. (Y/N) hummed.

"Did you find out who it was?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe shook his head.

"No.. But from eyewitnesses, there was a fight and I heard you were involved." Shoupe said.

"Dad, you know I'm not the violent type." (Y/N) continued to eat. "But I did punch Topper for trying to drown John B." (Y/N) said quickly.

"Thank you for being honest." Shoupe said, sighing deeply. He put his fork down and looked at his son.

"(Y/N).. I don't want these kids to ruin the possibility of you going to culinary school." Shoupe said. (Y/N) sighed, looking away. "And they will if you keep running with them."

"Dad, I'm gonna be a senior next year. I have my whole life ahead. I could enter culinary school whenever I want or feel like it." (Y/N) said. Shoupe sighed and nodded.

"I know.. I just don't want you getting stuck here. I want you to have an early start." Shoupe said. "I'll be accepting of you.. No matter what." Shoupe assured.

"Thanks, dad. Anything new today?" (Y/N) asked. He thought back onto what John B told him.

"Nope." Shoupe shook his head. (Y/N) hummed, nodding. He stood, washing the plates and heading off to bed. He hoped the following days would be better.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #outerbanks #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x male!reader #outer banks x you #outer banks x y/n #john b x reader #john b x male reader #Pope Heyward x reader #Pope Heyward x male reader #Kiara Carrera x reader #Kiara Carrera x male reader #JJ Maybank x reader #JJ Maybank x male reader

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beloved-child-of-the-house · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions! (you can find me here on AO3 if you're interested!)

tagged by dear @theburialofstrawberries mwah!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

112 yowza!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

750,421 kinda tempted to go delete one word so it can be 750420 which is a far more Pleasing number

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

12ish but some of them overlap: BBCS/Sherlock Holmes/ACD (these are all different bc my bbcs fics are not the same as my own modern fem Sherlock Holmes adaptation are not the same as my ACD Holmes fic; Good Omens; Harry Potter/The Werewolf Draco Malfoy Cinematic Universe; Captive Prince; The Hobbit; Fleabag (it was a crossover with BBCS but Fleabag is the perspective character so it still counts as a separate fandom imo); Doctor Who; The Office; Parks and Rec; Broad City (one a piece for those last 5 but I AM going to write a Parks and Rec polycule fic for @gaykagome)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

They're all Good Omens fics from the 2019 Summer of Good Omens! Susceptible to Summer, Fragments Shored Against My Ruin, Something So Magic, Enter Serpent, and Anything We Like

All of those have over 2k except the last one, but average engagement for me is like 400 kudos or so

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try! It depends on what's going on with me. Sometimes I just don't have the energy, and I figure people would rather I spend my brain power on writing new fics than on writing replies to comments. Wish I had a fave button tho so I could let people know I read and reread comments, because I do!

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh I wrote this ficlet series called A Chemical Defect about John and Sherlock's relationship in s3 of BBCS, and it's WILDLY unpopular. People don't read my fic to cry sad tears I guess! John and Sherlock are having an affair in the story, and it ends with the implication that their relationship is unsustainable and that Mary knows about it anyway. I intended to come back to it after s4 and write a more optimistic ending but LOL! Didn't have the heart.

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I know this answer is kinda up my own ass, but like. I think stories that feel true to life sort of feel like they end on a beginning if you know what I mean? You don't really consider a chapter of your life closed until you look back on it from the next? SO that said, I think I'd have to say that it's my big BBCS serial The Only One in the World. I spent 2 years writing it, and it ends with John retiring from medicine to solve crimes and write books full time.

Could also be my WDMCU (werewolf Draco Malfoy cinematic universe) series Moonrise, which starts with Draco isolated in his abusive mother's house, trying to cope with lycanthropy essentially alone and ends with him in love and surrounded by found family in a cozy cottage in Hogsmeade, having gotten some lycanthrope rights legislation passed after working at it for years and talking to Harry about whether they want to have kids. Oh man I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about it

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written one crossover. It's BBCS/Fleabag, because me and @loudest-subtext-in-tv were laughing about how John seems like one of the horrible guys Fleabag sleeps with basically out of self loathing, so I wrote this fic to make Nattie laugh, and you should read it bc it's so good and so underrated.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really, but people don't seem to know that authors can read bookmark tags unless you private the bookmark, and someone once put in the bookmark tag on one of my fics 'writing was meh but it was okay.' Okay so why bookmark it then??

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Fuck yes! I'm not sure what 'what kind?' means? People fucking? Sloppy, silly, and awkward, with lots of laughing. I also really like writing afterglow scenes which are even sillier and gigglier and often involve one character cooking for another. Food as love language is a very distinct pattern of mine tbh

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, but occasionally I'll write a post on here where I make some elaborate head canon, and I'll see people in the tags talking about how they want to write fic of it, and it makes me breathe fire out of my nose like a dragon like PLEASE DON'T. The WDMCU came out of a ficlet post I made on here like a year before I actually wrote the 60k series so like!!! Please don't do that!

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! To Russian and I believe Chinese. Not my entire oeuvre but a handful of BBCS and Good Omens fics

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I wrote a fic inspired by an RP I did with my gf right around when we met (actually now that I think about it, it's two fics), and I waaaaaaanna do a WDMCU collab with my beloved Sally @clytemenestras at some point if he has time bc he inspired me to even write werewolf draco with his original lesbian werewolf story

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

favorites are hard for me? I always think I'm currently doing my best writing lol so I'll say drarry

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don't post fics unless theyre finished, so I don't have any WIP up on AO3, but I did intend to continue with my fem Sherlock Holmes series, Your Many Tendencies. I just haven't been in a Holmes mood for a long time. Maybe I'll come back to it idk. This particular series is honestly very unpopular? People will just straight up say they don't read femslash, and it hurts a lot. This series feels really personal too, bc it's about a Black autistic nonbinary lesbian, so it does hurt my feelings that no one seems to care, yknow? I mean the people who read it are extremely kind and thoughtful in their engagement with it, but it has vastly less engagement than my m/m fic, and that's painful. It gets literally 1/10 the attention my fics usually get.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Almost all of my writing is romance, but I tend to write concurrently about recovery and found family, and I think I'm very good at doing that in a way that connects with my audience. I once had someone ask if they could use my words in their wedding vows, and I've had people tell me they started doing things with their spouse that my characters do with their partners in order to express love. I think about that all the time. My Impact. It makes me feel like I have a real duty to my audience yknow?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

This question is hard for me like I've been writing so long and so much that I'm literally always happy with my final draft! It's always exactly to my taste, yknow? I suppose I could say that my fics tend not to be terribly plotty but so WHAT? That's beside the fuckn point for me. Plot who? I don't know Her. Also honestly like. Stories feel more True to me when they aren't ruthlessly devoted to plot bc like life isn't like that yknow?

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If you're not fluent in that language, get a beta who is!!!!! That said, I have written scraps of very simple dialogue in French using mostly Google Translate (sometimes I check w Sally bc he speaks French but I am usually too impatient), and I am perfectly well aware that I take my life in my hands each time!!! Also don't do that bullshit thing where it's in italics? That shit is weird and exoticizing. Just write it in quotation marks like normal dialogue.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

BBCS babey back in 2012. Ended a 5 year dry spell for me after I got my writing degree.

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmmmm I think it's probably gonna be the fic I'm working on now that I haven't posted yet, but I know it's called Names for a House, and here's a tiny bit of it

Thanks again Shreya for asking me to do this bc I really love talking about myself. I tag @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @clytemenestras, @tomiano, @gaykagome and @totallysilvergirl

No pressure <3

#sherlock stuff #ask games #apliddell #if y'all wanna send me asks about names for a house #or anything else i mentioned here #they would be welcome

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cherry-gemz · 4 years ago

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The City by The Bay: Part IV

Summary: Fates push you and a handsome and known stranger into each other's paths. His chivalry and good looks make you take a leap into his world and more.

Catch up HERE

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Y/N (F!Reader)

Word Count: 4k

Rating: Mature, N*FW, 18+ only please, TW Motorcycle accident

A/N: Was thirsty AF and ended up smutting this fic up 😂. We take a turn that I was not expecting...

A/N2: Excerpts from an interview are in bold, taken from here: https://www.keanu-reeves.net/post/162864242206/abdominal-scar-keanu-reeves-first-big-spill-came

Who might be interested: @whiskeyslullabye @marissat1998 @aestheticallywinchester @fookingbetch

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It all happened so fast. The rain felt like pellets on your back and the wind sprayed the droplets onto your face, making the strand of your hair stick to your forehead. You had to close your eyes for just a second and that's when Keanu swerved out of the way as a black BMW ran the stop sign ahead. He maneuvered the bike as best as he could. With all his years of training, he was the best probability if ever you were to be in an accident.

But as he jerked to the right, the slickness of the pavement made the grip of the tires useless and he lost control.

"Keanu!" You yelled and held tight to his waist and buried your face in his jacket.

"Hold on!" He shouted back and slowed down as best he could. He released his grip and instead grabbed you into a tuck and roll. He grasped you in his possession and shielded you from the fall.

You felt the impact to the ground instantaneously and prayed that the pain that seared through the impact would be temporary. You heard him grunt loudly as he took the majority of the fall for you. The scrap of metal reverberated in your eardrums and you grimaced at the thought of damaging his beloved motorcycle. The rain pounded harder onto your laying bodies on the street. You could hear cars whizz by and the splash from their tires against the curb. You were frightened, out of your element. But also reassured from his protection. He had given up the bike in efforts to make sure you were safe. You felt a sense of relief that he cared like that, but then also remorse as you were worried about his favorite motorcycle.

He groaned as he held you tight, "Y/N? Are you okay?"

His voice shaken as you nod and sniff, the helmet heavy on your pounding head. He let out a sigh of relief.

"What about you?"

He nods, "Yeah...I'm alright." He groaned again and you could tell he was saving face.

The two of you lay there for a few seconds and you hear people slowly approaching.

"Omigosh, are you guys okay?" A stranger asks.

"That guy came out of nowhere!" Another pipes up. Keanu says you are and the tinnitus hits for a second and you're unable to hear what is going on.

***

The garage door’s rollers rumbled as it closed and you both walked into the house, sheltering yourself from the downpour.

Keanu peels his leather jacket and places it in the foyer as well as his boots. You slip your shoes off and place your purse on a chair and slip off your jacket, laying it next to his.

"This day is just out of this world," he says and shakes off the excess rain from his hair. He groaned as there's a stiffness to his shoulder blade. He massages it with his hand and tries to loosen the muscle unsuccessfully.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? I'd feel a lot better. They could take a look at your shoulder and check for any internal bleeding…"

He shakes his head no, "It's okay, Y/N. I've been in far worse accidents in my lifetime. I'm just glad you're okay...I don't know what I'd do had you gotten hurt."

You smile slightly at his endearment, but feel guilty still.

"And the bike, it's not too much damage?"

"Nah, just a little buffering out here and there," he replies as he holds his shoulder with his opposing hand.

“Let me start a fire and give you some extra clothes. By this time tonight you’ll have gone through my whole wardrobe,” he jokes as you snicker.

He gazes at you momentarily and you shiver slightly, springing him back to reality. “Be back.”

You nod and peer down the hallway admiring some architecture photographs of the house.

You’re reminded this isn’t his actual house, that he’s most likely renting it while on his project, but you’re still enamored. You're still in his presence. No one will believe your serendipitous encounter with the movie star. It all feels like a dream anyway. You rub your forearm and try to gain some heat, but your jeans are soaked and it’s difficult to move around.

“Keanu?” you call out down the hall.

“Yeah?” he shouts back.

“Sorry, I’m just freezing…” you cringe and you feel like you’re being a nuisance.

He appears around the corner, changed into black sweats. He's kept his white t-shirt on from earlier and even though he's in a casual form, it's intimate.

"Here, I found some extra sweats," he says and hands you a pair of grey pants. "Do you need a sweater?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty chilled," you reply as you accept the pants. "I'm just gonna go change, that okay?"

"Sure, by all means. I'll be in the living room with that sweater," he says and you turn around to go change your clothes.

A short while later you walk down the hall in his oversized sweats, still wearing his black shirt from before as well and you bite your lip from beyond belief that you're spending the whole day with him.

You hear the crackle of the fireplace as you enter the open spaced living room. He's sitting on the leather couch facing the fire with a glass of red wine in hand.

He turns his attention to you as you enter, "Hey." He gets up slowly as you can tell he's in a bit of pain and hands you a black ARCH hoodie and a glass of red wine.

"Thank you," you flirt as you pull the hoodie over your senses and are enlightened with the hint of his cologne: woodsy, warm, and ephemeral. You could die right there and be in bliss.

"Not too early for wine, is it?" He asks genuinely.

"No, definitely not," you smile and bring the glass to your lips and take a sip.

"Good, I think we deserve it from what we've been through."

"Thanks for this...and the fire. It's all very inviting."

"Of course. I'd be beside myself if you caught a chill on my account."

You nod and he ushers you to the couch, placing his hand gently on the small of your back.

"My sweatshirt looks good on you," he says and you notice some blood on the back of his shoulder blade.

"Oh no, Keanu…" you say and place the wine glass on the end table.

He takes a sip and looks back to you, "Yeah?"

"There's...there's blood on your shirt. You hurt yourself from the fall."

"Really? I didn't feel anything," he peers over and tries to take a look.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"I think there is one in the kitchen…" he slowly gets up and you grab his forearm.

"No, let me. You have given me enough hospitality to last a lifetime. It's the least I can do. Drink your wine and relax."

He grins and relents as you head to the kitchen. You rummage around and finally find a kit underneath the sink.

"Alright, now are you going to be a good patient?" You say and cock your brow.

"No promises," he laughs and shakes his index finger at you.

You sit next to him on the leather couch, "Alright, let's see the damage."

He peels his shirt off from the collar as all men do, least they are aware of how sexy the act is. You try not to hitch a breath, but your eyes wander as the peep of his ab muscles are exposed and his shoulders are defined and hard.

You see the cuts from his shoulder and open the kit for an antiseptic.

"What's the verdict, doc?" He asks as he holds his crumpled shirt in his hand and drinks his wine with the other.

"You'll live," you kid as you grab a cotton ball and apply the antiseptic to it and lightly dab it on his cuts.

He flinched slightly, but refrained from making any movements.

"So tell me about your other accidents," you ask as you continue first aid.

"Hmm, well once as I was going through the canyon, I lost control and got this," he points to a thick scar rising vertically up his stomach.

You frown and continue to gently cleanse away the blood from his back.

"That was in LA?"

"Yeah, I call it a demon ride. That’s when things are going badly. But there’s other times when you go fast, or too fast, out of exhilaration.”

"Were you speeding? I heard that canyon has insane blind spots," you ask and add an ointment to his cuts.

"Heh, you could say so. The turn I hit was unexpected. I remember saying in my head, ‘I’m going to die.’"

"Shit, Keanu…"

He shakes his head,“I remember calling out for help. And someone answering out of the darkness, and then the flashing lights of an ambulance coming down. This was after a truck ran over my helmet. I took it off because I couldn’t breathe, and a truck came down. I got out of the way, and it ran over my helmet.”

"So why do you still ride?" You laugh. "That would have scared me for life."

"Well, it taught me something. Something not to do, y'know? Something that taught me how to react with what happened today? Today I leaned into the turn when the car came out and released the break. If I hadn't had that experience in the canyon, I wouldn't be the rider I am today."

"Well I'm glad you're okay...from that ride...from any ride you have trouble with."

"Thanks...I'm glad, too. While I probably have some wild rides left in me, I wouldn't ever want to place you in danger."

You both are still and quiet from his words. The fire continued to crackle and you looked through the kit for gauze and tape.

You cough into your fist and are slightly embarrassed that he would say something so sweet as that to you. You hardly knew each other, but he had a sense of genuine care and kindness towards you. Your feelings for him grew, he obviously was very handsome and kind. But he had a sense of an old soul in him that you wanted to get to know further. You hoped in your heart that this wouldn't be the last time seeing him.

"I find your presence extremely comforting, if I can say so," he turns his head to you.

"Yeah?"

You ask as you place the gauze over his injury and seal it with surgical tape. Your fingertips lightly graze the outer parts of the tape where it meets his skin and you savor the moment. "All done here."

"Thank you," he smiles and reaches for your hand.

"I know we just met, but you're so easy to talk to Y/N. I know I have a persona that people see being a celebrity and all, but while that is a side of me, there are also other sides. And I'm not afraid to show them to you."

As he leaned in and turned his torso, it caught your breath. The first aid kit wobbled in your lap as you sat on your knees.

"What I want to say is that, I like you...I think you're very beautiful and incredibly sexy…"

"Keanu…" you whisper as he continues closer to you.

"Y/N...I'd like...I'd like to kiss you..." he turned his neck and looked into your eyes and then at your lips. He was so subtle in his movements, a gentleman. You nod, without having the ability to speak at the moment, and close your eyes as he places his lips onto yours.

There is heat surging through your body; jolts of excitement and wonder encompass your surroundings. He cups your face with his large hand and you instantly melt. He tastes of wine and rain: two of your now favorite things. The unexpected feelings engulf your inner core and you want more. He invites your tongue and opens his mouth slightly, changing the sweet kiss with more intensity. Both of his hands cup your face now and your hand roams down his biceps to his torso.

"This isn't like a normal thing for me," you say in a heavy breath as your lips separate from his.

"What isn't?"

"Kissing someone I just met…and definitely not this..." you gasp as he kisses the nape of your neck.

You sit up slightly and the first aid kit tips over and drops to the floor. Unphased, you wrap your legs around him into a straddle on the couch. He's surprised by this move, but doesn't relent and lightly bites your bottom lip. His hands roam from your face down to your neck and you crane it back, giving him ample opportunity to relish the soft, sensitive spot.

He does so and places his lips on your skin, making you moan his name.

"I don't normally do this either...but I can't help myself with you," he says.

His other hand continues down your body and through the thickness of his hoodie, he slinks his way under your clothes and touches your breasts.

"Uhnnh…" you moan again and he watches your enjoyment from his touch. You quickly peel off his sweater and his shirt, allowing your breasts to be fully exposed to him. Your now slightly dried hair hangs over your shoulder and he brushes it aside, giving it a kiss. You close your eyes and relish the fact that he has his lips on you. Your senses are in overload and you’ve never wanted anyone more. In the moment there is lust and the excitement of pleasure you’re wanting to experience, so you decide you want to move further.

He trails his kisses and peppers them over your collarbone to your chest, and you hold him right in embrace. You hand lightly grazes the recent bandage and you give it a light kiss.

"Y/N," he rasps. "Do...do you want me?" He bites your lip and you roll your eyes back for a moment.

He brings his face back to yours and you reply, "More than you know."

A huge grin escapes his lips and ignites a growl deep within him.

"Thank God, I want you so badly," he rasps as he holds you tight against his body.

"Where do you…?"

He continues to kiss your neck and his hand drifts down to your center. The baggy sweatpants give enough slack as he dives his hand and inserts his fingers. You mew and hold onto him as he tenderly tours your folds.

"K-Keanu…"

"You feel so soft…" his ministrations ramp up and he enjoys watching you unfold. His deep, brown eyes locked into yours and you crane your neck back as he hits all the spots and encircles his thumb perfectly over your little nub.

"Uhhnnn…"

Your mind starts to spin as you let go any restraint and close your eyes as he pumps his fingers in and out. Things become a blur and a mix of sensation and pleasure intensifies; you grind against his lap and can feel his excitement grow and it only turns you on more.

“I-I’m…” you stutter as you’re close to climax and then he slowly releases his fingers. “Why are you stopping…?”

"Can I taste you?"

Never in a million years you thought you'd ever hear him say those words. It startles you and you freeze, brushing your hair away from your face to gain composure. He plants more kisses on your chest and cups a breast in his hand.

"Let me taste you, Y/N. I want to taste you…" he whispers and begs. The heat between you two is almost unbearable. He's ignited something within your core and you want him, you need to give into your desires or you might explode. Wild, breathless kisses are exchanged and provide ample savour.

“Yes, please,” you ask and you unhook your legs as he gently lays you back on the couch. He kisses your taught stomach and runs his large hands over your hips until he finds what he is looking for. He hooks your thigh over his good shoulder and buries his face between your legs. You buck your hips from the intense sensation of his tongue and scream out his name as the rain and thunder roll outside.

After what feels like an outer body experience, you are able to finally breathe and lay on the couch in disbelief.

He smiles with a cocky grin and gets up to clean his face. You rub your eyes and stretch your toes. It had been awhile, well maybe never to have experienced that sense of euphoria. He was attentive in all the right places and relished at the fact that he loved the taste of you. You discreetly blush and reach for the throw blanket to cover up.

As you sit up, he returns with the bottle of wine and tops your glass off.

“Thank you,” you say and make eye contact. “And thank you…”

He chuckles and kisses you tenderly on the lips.

“I should be thanking you, I very much enjoyed it, too.”

“I can thank you in other ways, you know,” you purr and run your fingers through your hair.

He waggled his eyebrows, “Is that so? I’d like to see in which ways…”

You take a sip of your wine and return it to the end table. As you stand, you let the throw blanket drop and expose your body to him once again. You’re braver now. What you experienced was an intimate moment together and your walls were down. You felt comfortable, sexy, and beautiful. You grab his hand to pull you closer and passionately seal your lips on his.

He responds and holds your neck with his hand, while the other hand grabs one of your globes. His kiss is fervent and heeding; his lips are insatiable and the tongue explores your mouth. You open your eyes and as does he, with one swift motion you jump into his arms and straddle his waist. He grasps you by your inner thighs and walks down the hall to his bedroom.

He carries you into his room and his kisses become sloppy and wet, it’s a hunger that you can tell burns within him.

As he lays you on the bed, he trails his lips to your ear lobes and sucks on it and your eyelids flutter.

“Keanu…” you breathe heavily as you display your sex on his bed.

He quickly slips his pants and boxers off and you reach for his hard member and stroke it within your fingertips. He’s soft to touch and large in a way that you anticipate pleasure that will come. He grunts in approval and bites your neck softly.

“Y/N...I want all of you...you’re so beautiful. What do you want, baby?”

You practically orgasm at the sound of him calling you baby and you moan in approval as he delves two digits into your folds.

“I want you, too, Ke…”

He smiles, “Ke...I like that. I like you...a lot. I want you to scream my name just like that.”

You nod as he pumps harder and tantalizes your clit, sending waves of intensity all over your body.

“Oh, yes! Ke!”

“Do we need protection, baby?” He asks earnestly and you shake your head no.

“IUD,” you state in a breath and he nods in approval.

He releases his fingers and you whimper softly as he slowly rubs his cock along your wet lips.

“Uhhh, yes…” you moan and he watches the way your silky entrance throbs for him. He rubs his head in and out and you cannot take the heat that is building up inside you.

“Baby…” you rasp and writhe as he teases you in the most sexy way. He enjoys unraveling you, the thought that he can make you unfold in his hands is his own viewing pleasure.

He cascades his hand to your hip and then hooks your leg over his shoulder, giving him full access to his prize. He continues to rub his thumb over your clit and then with a few thrusts, inserts himself in you. Your eyes widen as your walls stretch for him; it takes a few seconds to completely allow him to go deep, but he’s given plenty of foreplay and pleasure that you invite all of him to enter you. You arch your back in agreement with his thrusts and you both moan in pleasure.

“Ke…” his name rolls off your tongue as he picks up his pace and thrusts harder. He leans over you, still holding your leg on his shoulder and kisses your calf tenderly. It’s a beautiful moment and you love how he caresses your leg, all in while thrusting in and out in a rhythmic game. He holds your ankle and continues his kisses until you pull him to you and plant your lips on his.

“C’mere,” you coo and rake your fingers through his hair. Besides the few grunts you both make while becoming one, the rain hits the window pane and is seared in your memory.

“I love your breasts,” he says as he watches them playfully bounce with his set pace of thrusts.

You cock your brow and cup them in your hand, “Do you?” you ask devilishly and massage them as his mouth widens in a state of complete adoration.

“That’s not fair, let me…” he responds and replaces your hands with his mouth. His thrusts become faster and harder, each time stretches your walls and the euphoria kicks in.

"Keanu…!"

You shout and let go all inhibitions as your toes curl in utter bliss. Your walls tighten further and your body shakes as he rides you through, a tidal wave of pleasure surges your body.

He holds the small of your back as you arch yourself on the bed and murmurs praises into your shoulder as he comes and releases himself. He crashes his lips onto yours and stays in you as you both recover. He brushes your hair away from your face and looks deep into your eyes and smiles.

"That was amazing," he grins and slowly pulls out. He collapses next to you and breathes in heavily. "Are...was everything alright?"

You giggle at his concern, "It was far better than alright. It was perfect."

He rolls to his side and props his head with his bicep. You cuddle yourself next to him and wrap his grey duvet around your body.

"You're pretty perfect," he replies.

You blush and he trails his finger up and down the side of your arm.

"I was not expecting my day to be so damn fantastic," he laughs. "Who knew running into you would lead to this?"

"Me, too. I can't believe this all happened."

"But you're glad?"

"Of course," you reply and give him a kiss. He holds you close and doesn't let go. You both listen to the sound of the rain for a moment and relish being in each other's arms. You're enjoying how he is so intimate and appreciates a cuddle afterwards.

He kisses your forehead, "I'm going to go get the wine. Do you want anything?"

"Hmmm...I'm kind of hungry."

"What? You are? We just ate!" He laughs.

"Well I mean, you made me work up a sweat!"

"Okay, okay," he says and holds up hands. "Let me see what I can muster up. I think there is some imported cheese in the fridge. Maybe some crackers with the wine?"

"That sounds divine," you reply. "But let me."

"What? No, you're my guest."

"I insist, you have an injury," you say and place your hand on his chest, rubbing it in a circular motion. You point your finger to his face, "Stay right here. I have all day and intend to spend it in this bed, mister."

"Whatever the lady desires," he smiles and watches you saunter out of the bed. "Take that shirt if you want," he points to a battered shirt on the chair.

"Don't want me walking naked around your house?"

"There are a lot of windows," he laughs. You not and reach for the shirt.

"Be right back."

"Sounds good."

You give him a kiss and walk out of the room, knowing quite well his eyes are on you as you leave with just his shirt on. You realize your underwear is still in the living room and head over there before the kitchen. As you slip them on, you grab your glass of wine and sip it in a felicitous manner.

You daintily skip over to the kitchen as you recall the past hour and you are cheeky and find yourself blushing. As you open the fridge, you spot the cheese and grab the bag and open it up to sneak a little piece. You hear the front door open and the ring that alerts when it does. You quizzically think to yourself why that occurred and you closed the fridge door to see a woman standing in front of you holding a manila folder.

Your mouth stuffed with cheese you almost choke. She looks you up and down as you are wearing panties and Keanu’s shirt.

“Um, who are you?” She demands and places her free hand on her hip.

#Keanu Reeves #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu reeves x reader #keanu x female reader #n*fw #smut #The City By The Bay

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thehoneycookiecrumbs · 4 years ago

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All Might X Reader

- You and All Might are a new couple and after a year of dating, you guys decided to move in together! All Might is worried because for some reason your not sleeping!

Pairing: All Might X Reader

Word Count: 3K

Genre: Fluff and comfort!

Warnings: Minor cussing

Author Note: This is part of bnha collab i’m doing from the server Bnha Sanctuary! that @myherowritings created! It was @therainroguefanfiction idea to do the collab! This is my first completed fic? (one-shot) i’ve ever done! so lmk what you guys think and thank you so much for letting me be a part of this collab!!!

The Collab!!

Also thanks for @ambershaydeoffical for helping me edit the first half!! ILYSM THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME <3 and grammarly too <3

Y/N and All Might were in their new house together, they had finally unfinished unloading all the boxes from the moving in truck. Y/N leaned on the counter of the living room, drinking a glass of water when suddenly All Might had received an urgent call from Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. All Might went through a spectrum of emotions, from anger to guilt to anxiousness. His face paled, and his body shook a bit; finally, he turned to look at Y/N. He spoke in an apologetic tone, "Do you think you can hold off the dinner plans for tonight? I need to head to the police station, one of my students is… in a sticky situation right now..." He flashed her one of his brilliant smiles, "No need to worry though, it's nothing that I can't handle!"

Y/N set her cup down, only for it to crack. She stared at it and had a bad feeling. She chose to ignore it and proceeded to walk towards her lover. She gracefully cupped his cheek in one hand and leaned to peck his lips. "All that matters to me is that you come home safe. I'll be here," she whispered.

All Might’s gaze never faltered, and leaned in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist “I’ll be back soon” and out he went to save the day.

Hours passed, and Y/N has not heard anything from Toshi. The homemade cooked dinner Y/N had left for her dear boyfriend was cold, sitting on the kitchen table untouched.

Y/N woke up in a cold sweat, her body shaking as she looked to her side and noticed that her man still was not back home. She looked at the time, and it was past midnight. She unlocked her phone with shaky hands, and the first thing she noticed was the news of All Might fighting All for One. Her breath hitched, and she started to watch the live news feed.

“DESTRUCTION! THEFT! EXPLOITATION! MANIPULATION! THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, JUST TRYING TO LIVE DAY TODAY! YOU LAUGH AT THEM, SCORN THEIR HARDSHIP, THOSE ARE THINGS THAT I CANNOT..." All Might move to punch All for one “FORGIVE!” he went and socked All for One while pinning down the villain with his left hand. Steam started to rise from his body 'my time limit…' All might thought.

Y/N gasped in horror as she saw the steam emitting from his body, knowing that he was severely injured, saw the blood, and sweat on her lover. She saw that he was half deflated. She recognized that pained look on his face. She did not know what they were saying but knowing her boyfriend and the situation wasn't anything pleasant.

All Might is pushed back, and he flies up in the air, heading towards the helicopters, but Grain Torino swoops in, grabbing All Might like he was a child, and placed him on the ground. A bit of shifting occurred, and the talking resumed. All for One went and punched All Might, and All Might was left in a weakened state. He was his usual scrawny self, but with many wounds, his arms battered, and his clothes barely holding themselves together. It seemed all the life of the symbol of peace was gone, it was a devasting sight for the world to see. All Might was no longer smiling.

Y/N was clutching at her phone tightly. Her heart was beating erratically, and she already knew how Toshinori looked at his standard form. After all, that's how she met him for the first time, not knowing it was All Might. Tears were streaming down her face.

"You promised me that you'll be back home soon," she choked out. No one was in the room with her as she continued to spoke "Our life is barely just starting…our life…our future…please honey…come back home alive” she was desperate.

She didn't know what else was going to happen, and here she was watching the love of her life be torn into pieces, on live television. She was at home, being utterly useless in a situation she cannot help. Y/n broke out into a cold sweat, her breathing became hysterical, as many intrusive thoughts swarm her brain, her vision blurred, and chills ran up her body. Her left hand clutched at her chest as she was in pain.

‘Toshi…Toshi…’ his name kept repeating in her head. ‘You need to calm down and breathe. Just breathe.’ She thought. She couldn’t speak as she tried to calm herself down, ‘have faith in him, he is the number 1 hero, and he can do it. He will survive,' she advises herself.

All Might bulk up his right arm and spoke to All for One “YOU’RE RIGHT, THERE’S SO MUCH WE HEROES HAVE TO PROTECT! AND THAT’S WHY WE DON’T LOSE!” all the surrounding heroes joined All Might, helping him in the background, giving him back up, and moving all the nearby civilians out of the way. There was an explosion and a cry “UNITED STATES… SMASH!” and another impact was heard. The land shook, and the smoke cleared out, revealing a broken bleeding All Might, with his right fist up in the air. He then faced the camera, pointing it and uttering out the words "You're Next."

Y/N immediately threw her phone onto the bed. She shoved the covers off her, ran into her closet, grabbed a random coat, and slipped onto her slippers. She grabbed her purse, phone, and keys, and rushed out the door. Dialing detective Naomasa, to find out which hospital her beloved would be staying in.

At the hospital, Y/N wasn’t allowed to see Toshinori immediately. She walked briskly in the waiting area, and a few of the nurses not believing that she was All Might’s girlfriend, thinking she was just another crazed fan. It wasn’t till detective Naomasa had told the nurses she was, indeed, the lover of All Might, and promptly led in. She burst into Toshi’s room and fell by his side.

There lay All Might, and he was bruised and scarred. He was bandaged from head to toe with a broken arm. He was shocked by the sudden loudness and appearance of Y/N. He immediately sat up "Y-Y/N!" his lover marched up to him and lightly threw her arms around him. She started sobbing onto the crook of his neck.

“Y-You idiot!” she bawled. All Might awkwardly held his girlfriend with his one arm, trying to calm her down frantically “H-Hey W-Why are you crying?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!”

Y/N pulled away from All Might slightly but had still kept him at arm's length. "Why am I crying?! Am I okay?! Are you out of your damn mind?!" she spoke angrily, her jaw was clenched, and tears streamed down her face. "The question is, are You okay?! I just saw you get beaten up on television!” she exasperates. She was in disbelief that he was asking about her safety; she took a deep breath.

“Honey, I’m fine. But you worry me so much. I’m only glad that you are alive and okay” she kisses his cheek and takes a seat in front of his hospital bed.

She pulls out a protein bar from her purse and shakily hands it to him "Here, you haven't eaten anything. You should get something in your system…" All Might's cheeks flush a light pink, as he glances at Detective Naomasa and Gran Torino, who looked at him with knowing grins. His focus goes backs to Y/N and gently takes the protein bar from her, and he gives her an awkward chuckle.

"I'm the number 1 hero, dying is the last thing that will be on my list."

Once All Might was discharged from the hospital, he was surprised to see that all the boxes from the moving truck were unpacked and unloaded. All their stuff was already placed around the house! He came to a beautiful home, where it was clean and smelled a lot like Y/N. She really did put that girlish feel into the house which he loved.

He thought that Y/N was utterly fantastic, unloading everything, and still manage to bring warm cook meals to him at the hospital, along with maintaining her job. His arm was broken, so whenever he needed help, Y/N was there, and she did a great job where he never felt babied. He felt blessed and loved as he knows that Y/N is doing her best to support him whenever she can.

They had already gotten to the routine where in the morning, Y/N likes to cook breakfast for the two. They both get ready in the morning, and off to work they go, he felt like they were newlyweds. Still, he always blushed at the thought. It was too early in the relationship to think about marriage, even though that's where it seemed to be headed in the future.

After having dinner, you and Toshi decided it was time to head for bed, as he had a class to teach in the morning. He wanted to help develop his student's quirk abilities. You were changing into your PJs, and All Might had his back facing you, -he, himself, changing into his own proper sleepwear. Once you finished, you cough awkwardly to let him know you were done changing, and you both crawled into bed.

You were stiff and tense as you laid to the side, and shifted toward him, as he pulled out a book 'how to teach and motivate students for DUMMIES'; you snorted once you saw what he was reading. Toshi looked at you, embarrassed. "I need to help my kids develop a special move, but I don't know how too," he admitted shyly.

You flashed him a smile, “Honey, all you have to do is be yourself and provide them encouragement without giving them the answer. Don't stress too much; they are smart, creative kids, and they'll soon find the answer," you responded.

Toshi’s gaze shifted away and mumbled out an "It is not that easy as your making it sound…"

You pressed your lips to the side of his cheek, and pulled away, speaking in a soft loving tone “I’m going to go to bed, Goodnight and get some rest, don't be up too late."

You got comfortable on your side of the bed. Except, and sleep never came to you. You were awake when All Might had turned off his lamp, put his book away, gave you a peck on the top of your head, which you found endearing.

You laid there in the dark, with your eyes close, remembering that when your friend spoke to you, her boyfriend broke up with her because she kept kicking him in sleep. Or that she snored too loudly, and that she spoke in her sleep and tended to sleep-walk.

You thought he was an asshole, and that he did not deserve your friend! You had many sleepovers with her before! She honestly didn't move that much, and you felt that he was exaggerating.

Your thoughts had shifted in, and you began to wonder how you slept at night. You grew paranoid, ‘Do I move a lot in my sleep? Do I hog all the blankets? Do I snore loudly? Oh god, what if I hurt Toshi, especially since he's injured,' you thought.

You knew Toshi, he wasn’t the type to break up with someone because they

were snoring loudly, but you couldn’t help the paranoia feeling of accidentally hurting him in your sleep.

Beep

merp

Beep

Merp

Beep

Your alarm had pulled you from your thoughts, and you let out a deep sigh. You started getting ready for the day and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast for the day! You even decided to make Toshi a cute-looking bento. Luckily, you planned and had already prepped most of the ingredients at night, so it didn't take you long to prepare in the morning. You wrote a cute note, too, and placed it in the bento box with a cloth wrapping and set it to the side.

You were putting the pans in the dishwasher and cleaning the countertops when All Might showed up. He sniffed the air, "You didn't have to cook again," he spoke.

You can tell that he was grateful, as he was giving you a gaze with so much love that it made your heartthrob. "I didn't have too, but I wanted too," you replied back with a grin on your face.

“I also made you lunch for today! Who’s the best girlfriend~?” you sang.

All Might laughed “You, of course, and thank you for making lunch” he murmured as he wrapped his arm around you from behind, and kissed the top of your ears, to your head.

“Tonight, I'll help make dinner, and I'll help you set the table right now."

He pulled away from you and started putting out the plates and cups onto the table. He already knew how you liked your coffee (or tea) for the day. You walked towards the table, where you found Toshi, waiting for you. You both picked up your chopsticks "itadakimasu!” and started to dig in.

Toshinori sighed in content, exclaiming how delicious the food was.

All Might wasn't much of a cook, so he didn't eat homemade meals until you came along. When you found out that Toshi, mostly ate take out, you took it upon yourself to cook every day. Honestly, it was a hobby of yours, and you enjoyed cooking, it was something that you did with your mother when you were young. It was very satisfying when you had friends and love ones take a bite of your cooking, and they always exclaimed how they loved it.

You felt even more appreciated when Toshi started looking forward to your cooking. He also started asking to join you, trying to help you as much as he can. Trying out new recipes was always fun, and you loved teasing him! You never let him into the kitchen when cooking secret family recipes, as he’s not allowed to know your secrets!

A week has passed, and the same repetitive thoughts kept you up at night, worried that you might disturb Toshi’s sleep. You always felt tired and were sluggish in your movements, your eyes were puffy, and you had dark bags. You kept up with your extensive cooking every morning, lunch, and dinner. At work, you kept getting distracted and even doze off a few times in the job.

Your co-workers had begun to worry along with Toshi, as he kept trying to coax you to sleep. The other night he gave you a gentle back massage since his arm was now healed. No matter what kinds of methods you tried, you always woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. It got to the point where you started cleaning random areas in the house, and when Toshi would wake up, he would try to bring you back to bed, only for you to snap angrily at him.

Today was another night, and Toshi had decided to buy you some lavender bath bombs for you to try before bed. While you were in the bath, All Might had set up a humidifier that spewed out a Lavender and Chamomile scent. (He read online about aromatherapy), he pulled out a shopping bag, and out came a cute expensive pillow, he put your favorite [color] pillow sheets and had settled it on your side of the bed.

He stood back, marveling out the room, and wondering what else he was missing, and he pondered why he couldn't sleep. He felt awful that he was getting a good rest, whereas you couldn't wake up for the day without feeling cranky.

A Light bulb went off in his head, he had also gotten you another gift! He goes and gets another shopping bag, and as he does, you walk into the bedroom, look at the sight, the aromatherapy, the pillow, the bath bombs, and tear up at sight.

You notice, Toshi, walking next to you and handing you some fuzzy socks, "I read online that socks can help you sleep..?"

You noticed that they were brand new and start to sniffle. All Might saw your teared-up face and started panicking, "Did you not like the color of the socks?!"

You start to laugh, which confused him even more. Were you laughing or crying?! Which is it?! Why are you distress?! Are you distress?! What is going on?!

"No, you dummy," you sniffled some more and threw your arms around him. "I'm just so grateful," you whisper.

Your voice starts to crack “You are doing so much for me, and trying all these kinds of things for me, so I can sleep, how did I get so lucky?” you ask.

All Might, pulls you close to your chest “I think the question is, how did I get so lucky?”

He kisses the top of your head. "I just want you to take care of yourself and get a good night sleep, you're always worrying about my health, but sometimes, you need to remember to take care of yourself too" He paused, "In fact, take care of yourself first, before worrying about me, okay?"

You visibly relaxed, as you leaned in his arms, "You know that I love you?"

You soon froze. YOU JUST BLURTED OUT THAT YOU LOVED HIM! You internally started panicking; it seemed natural to you that you didn't think about it.

All Might had tensed slightly when he heard your confession, but soon lifted you up in his arms as he briefly transformed into his buff form with a stupid grin on his face “No, I love-“

he had de-transformed and started coughing to the side, but still held on to you “I Love you too!” he blurted out with a heavy blush on his face.

You looked at him in bewilderment and started laughing, you were no longer unsure, and nervous. You truly felt loved, "shall we go to sleep, love~?" Toshinori continued to hold you in his arms, "We shall" and carried you to the bed.

You snuggled up to him in the bed and sighed happily, "Do you know what's stupid?"

All Might look down on you "What is?" he was massaging your scalp with his hand and was occasionally playing with your hair.

"I couldn't sleep because I thought I was going to hurt you in your sleep" you confessed, "and I thought I was a blanket stealer, or that I snored too loudly" you continued to ramble other thoughts that kept you up at night.

All Might had paused and tapped your cheek “I am the number one hero, you think you can hurt me?” he teased.

You huffed, "I did say it was stupid!" Toshi shook his head, "not stupid, my lover isn't stupid," he corrected you.

He chuckled a bit, "and Why do you need blankets to keep you warm when you have me?" he teased again.

You poked him in the face, "stop being cocky, Mr. Number One," you giggled.

Your confession was a weight lifted off your shoulders, and when Toshi had continued to massage your scalp, you soon drifted off to sleep, and not once did you wake up in the middle of the night.

Y/N and All Might laid in the extravagant bed together, all snuggled up with one another, the blankets wrapped around them. All Might’s arm was wrapped around Y/N waist, and his head laid on top of Y/N head, taking in her scent. The bright fuzzy socks were on the floor, forgotten.

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sofreddie · 4 years ago

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This Is How We Heal (Part 13 - Final)

Summary: Jared and Reader meet due to an unfortunate accident. They talk and end up leaning on one another because they feel no one else understands.

Characters: Jared, Jensen, Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,445

A/N: I have finally reached the end of this arduous journey. This fic, and those that have commented along the way, have helped me to heal and process my own grief. Thank you so much to everyone who read and commented and joined in the journey.

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

PART 12

Jared was glad to be doing the regular convention circuit once more. He missed his friends, the energy, the fans. It had taken him quite a while to be able to get to this point.

He knew there would be questions so he needed to make sure he could handle it. It helped to have Jensen with him.

As they took the stage for their panel, the fans erupted in cheers, happy to see Jared once more. He smiled brightly, waving at them and enjoying their energy.

Jensen stood just to the side, arms in pose as if 'presenting' Jared to the crowd. Then he clapped along with the fans, welcoming him back. They settled into their seats and began talking wit the fans. It wasn't long before a fan asked how he was doing after everything.

"Well, it's been tough, that's for sure," Jared laughed lightly, "But I had Jensen and Danneel and all of you," he paused to smile as they cheered and clapped for him.

"Y/N has been a big part of that too," Jensen chimed in with a nod, "Our little family's own guardian angel."

"She's a huge part of it," Jared agreed, "She pulled me and my kids from the wreckage. We're all still alive because of her," he wiped a stray tear as Jensen patted him on the back reassuringly, "And she's been my best friend every step through this."

"She was in the other car," Jensen explained to gasps from the crowd, "She lost her husband too. Yet, she still managed to keep us all strong and going."

"She actually encouraged me with AKF and getting back to work and conventions." Everyone cheered and Jared was grateful for the support. The fans backed him completely and it only made him feel more blessed.

They continued through the panel and before long, they were backstage, ready to wrap up the event.

"You look ready to get home," Jensen teased with a laugh.

"I miss the kids," Jared admitted with a sigh. Though he facetimed with them regularly, it just wasn't the same.

"Mmhmm," Jensen smirked, "And it's got nothing to do with the new girlfriend waiting at home?"

Jared grinned despite himself, "Yeah, I miss her too."

Y/N sat in one of the chairs of the circle. She looked around at the empty chairs and took a deep breath. It had been a while since she'd been back to the hospital or the meetings, but this time was different.

Several people started filing in and taking their seats. Y/N sipped on the cheap cup of coffee as she waiting for everyone to get settled. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening her eyes and smiling at the group.

"Hello," she greeted, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I am a grief counselor here at the hospital."

It had taken so much for her to get through her own pain and issues. Now that she was healing, she wanted to be there for others, like she had been for Jared. Like he had been for her.

"I've actually been in this group before," she stated, "So I understand where you're coming from. When I first came here, I didn't want to be here. But I needed it."

"Having a support system is so very important. But it also helps to have friends and acquaintances outside of your normal life that you can talk and share with."

"It's not an easy road," she sighed and shook her head, "And there's no set time frame for how long it takes you to heal. You heal in your own way and at your own pace. Don't let others set timetables for you. Just keep moving forward, everyday."

She went around the room, allowing each person to introduce themselves if they saw fit. Some did, some did not. As she looked around the room, there were all new faces. But the familiarity of their grief, their pain, their struggle. They were the same.

When she had decided to go to the hospital and talk to Mrs. Warren, her own grief counselor, she realized she wanted to help others. With the support of Jared and the others, she enrolled in a class to become a counselor.

Although she was nervous, and a part of her was trying to climb back into her trauma just from being there, she pushed on. She needed to focus on building a life, doing something other than wallowing. The thought of helping others made her heart sing with purpose.

Sharing your grief and guilt can be so very hard. Whether with family or a room full of strangers. It's easy to feel like others don't understand or don't care. It's easy to be blinded by the grief and let it consume all that you are.

Fighting is hard. Getting up every day and putting one foot in front of the other is hard. Especially when your grief feels like a ton of bricks on your shoulders holding you down. But it can be done. She was proof of that. So she would pass her healing onto others.

After her spa weekend with Dani, Y/N spent all night staying up with Jared as they lay in bed and talk. She told him about her revelations, what happened with Sara, and how she felt about it all.

Jared was so proud, congratulating her and making her revelations a huge deal. She tried to play it down, but Jared wouldn't let her.

"Jay and Dani said we should celebrate progress."

It was then that she kissed him. Not the sweet, chaste kisses to which they'd become accustomed. No, she kissed him with a passion that made his heart jump.

They made love that night, in the bed they'd shared every night for so long now. Jared had begged her to be his, to be with him for real and completely.

This time, it was easy for her to say yes.

Y/N smiled to herself as she walked through the peaceful cemetery. The warm sun shone down on her. It had been a while since she'd been here. There was usually a sense of dread and guilt and foreboding weighing down on her with every step.

Now, her steps felt lighter. The air felt fresh. The quiet and tranquil memorial park no longer hurt. Now, it welcomed her, to visit those that had passed and pay her respects.

She stopped in front of a large headstone, knelt down to place flowers on the grave and remove the old, dried ones.

"Sorry it's been a while," she said with a small smile, "I've been busy lately. I started as a counselor if you can believe that," she laughed, "I think you'd be proud."

"Liam is doing well too. He's making friends, doing great in school, growing like a weed," she chuckled, "I see so much of you in him sometimes."

She grinned and stood, placing a hand on top of the headstone, "We're gonna be okay," she promised. She glanced over the engravings on the stone, letting her fingers run over his name, Brian.

She turned to leave, starting her slow trek back towards her car. She suddenly stopped, turning her head towards the other grave she knew across the way. She bit her lip, before walking over and stopping in front of the other headstone.

"Hey Gen," she smiled politely. She had so much she wanted to say. She wanted to tell her she forgave herself. She wanted to tell her how amazing her friends and family are and how lucky she feels to be a part of their lives. She wanted to tell her how much she adores her children. How she would go mother bear in an instant over them. She wanted to tell her that she wished there was more she could have done, but she knew she did all she could.

Instead, she hoped Gen knew all of that. That may be someway, she could see her, see all of them. So she made a promise instead.

"I'll take care of them. All of them. I'll do my very best to keep the pain away and soothe it when it's there. I'll be there. I promise."

It was a big thing for her. A promise to stay. A promise to care for them. A promise to care for herself so she could care for them.

But she would try, every day, to live up to it.

Sometimes grief can be a long and arduous journey. But as long as you keep moving forward, keep working through it, one day you'll find yourself healed.

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

#this is how we heal #tihwh #jared padalecki #jared x reader #reader-insert #spn #spn rpf #supernatural #supernatural rpf

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forgetthetimetravel · 3 years ago

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Show us some of your favourite ocs!

beloved anon

thank u

so this will be a mixture of commissioned art and my old art cause I have been making characters since always, and some I still hold dear. Exhibit A:

Lenora.

She was a kid OC for a Nightmare Before Christmas fic I started in Jr. High. it's over 100k and I love her so much that I've stalled out on continuing it multiple times almost solely bc I don't want to hurt her more xD'. She is THE cinnamon roll; she frightens easily, but she also trusts easily. She wants to believe in a better world and that people can be kind, despite lots of bullying and manipulation in her life. She accumulates wounds and friends alike, and she is just such a bean, I love her and am putting her into some original AUs with friends now to give her a happier existence~♡ She loves pastels, painting with watercolors, and soft cozy things. Ace ace baby, but biromantic.

Almyra

Aly is a snarky almost middle aged dragon from an original story that involves a boy with extreme anxiety and a stutter finding her injured in the woods, and they come to learn that maybe dragons and humans could live in peace. She is SUCH a snark butt though, she regularly playfully threatens him and he can't ever tell if she is joking. I am very amused, but also she needs to learn to be more sensitive to others; he has had multiple panic attacks as a direct result of her (and several indirect). She does learn about the consequences of her actions though, and I'm working on her arc still.

Priyani

I just did this doodle cause she didn't have anything and she DESERVES IT. Another cinnamon roll, the younger sister of a main character OC. Heavily lesbian-leaning pansexual. She worries about her older sister who finally moved out, but now she has to deal with their overbearing mother and 2 younger brothers at home still. She is so soft y'all. Romantic til the sunset bleeds out into the ocean.

Combert

[Can't find the stupid pic maybe I'll edit later]

This curmudgeon has grown on me. Originally created as a random fill-in side antagonist for a role play with some friends years back, he has developed into his own. Paranoid, bitter, and ready to jump to conclusions, he is great at moving a story along haha. He's basically a police officer. And he does actually just want to protect people, but his way of doing it is trying to nullify all threats asap and aggressively, as HE views a threat. Has a knack for finding actual threats buried under layers of distractions. He has very few friends (actually none for a long time) because he will also whistleblow in his own ranks, and has all the paperwork to make sure it gets dealt with. I think he doesn't get fired mostly because of his family's influence, and they do not want him back at home either. Very competent, absolutely nobody likes him for it. He doesnt notice. He is a hot mess when he actually manages to accidentally get into positive social interactions, or any tbh lol. He gets shoved into an arranged marriage but she is very chill and slowly helps him figure out how to Human sometimes.

Shida/Nashida

Priyani's older sister and a main character in a romance series of AUs I write with a friend, she is A Lot. Talented Bisexual Disaster, she loves dancing (ballet, jazz, pole, etc.), is tight with her large family despite being at odds with some of of quite intensely, she has an eating disorder, feels things intensely and reacts verbally, and holds grudges. She cares Deeply and just wants to find a stable place in life that she can jump off cliffs from but come back to at the end of the day. Very cuddly.

Vixen/Autumn

The Vixen is a magical fox from an original story I'm writing with some friends. She was experimented on by magicians as a kit, and turned it to her favor, escaped, and is now the magical herald of the royal family and essential mascot for the country. Due to a war and a coup, though, she ended up hibernating for a few decades with one of the princesses. She is a glutton for chaos, especially for humans, and her favorite and main magic to use is fire. She can speak physically and telepathically, and her mate is Vapor, an arctic fox the magicians also experimented on. Their kits are a wide array of chaotic adorable. :) Kits referenced most frequently are Emberglow, Keenlight, Ransom, and Brightsight. Vixen's rival is a telepathic snow leopard who has taken to guarding the royal family just north in another country that had a nasty war with her own.

Thank you for the question!! I appreciate you and I hope you enjoyed seeing a few of my favs~♡

#feel free to ask more #about any of them #or others #lol #holy crap an ask #anon #ocs #my ocs #i will list the artists tomorrow i am tired #my characters

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a-tale-of-legends · 3 years ago

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Vielstone Underground

Summary: In order to stop a Pokemon trafficking scheme going between Johto and Sinnoh, Danica and Kiran are asked by Cynthia to help preform a search and rescue ( and hopefully detain). They are accompanied by Doctor Sophie Grayson, who's had experience with rescuing pokemon of similar mature. Hopefully, this search and rescue would go along smoothly with no unwanted interruptions- why is Barry here.

Notes: This is a fic in regards to some interacts between me ( as Jewel and Kiran) and Doctor Sophie from @doctor-sophie-grayson . The Danica and Kiran here aren't the same as the one's in my own pokeverse. Danica was still the protagonist of dppt, but isn't champion. That's still Cynthia. The trio are adults here too, cause I don't want kids doing something like this. Hopefully I do Sophie some justice!

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" The fact that you thought Barry would listen to you is quite funny."

" Quite you,"

Kiran quickly shoots Doctor Sophie an apologetic glance, eyeing Barry with a raised brow.

" And this is....?" she gestures to Barry, who sits amongst them with his arms crossed, clearly pouting despite being here as he wanted. He also hasn't spoken a word to Kiran directly. Wonderful.

" This is Barry, a friend of mine," Kiran starts, glaring at Barry himself, " I told him to sit this one out, but-"

"But nothing!" Barry interrupts, glaring back at Kiran, " I'm not gonna sit around and just let these bad guys get away with harming these pokemon!"

" Which is why we're here, Barry! That's what we're trying to stop, but you being here just-" Before Kiran would get another word, Danica's palm hovers in front of his face. Looking a bit to the side, he can see that she has a single finger directed towards Barry.

" I am going to stop you two right there," she starts, taking her arms down to rest them on the table before them, " The more time we waste, the bigger the chance these assholes can get away,"

"Agreed," Doctor Sophie nods, " Barry is already here, and we can't waste any more time. We just have to make him part of the plan," Kiran rubs his temples, a headache forming. They were right.

"Alright, fine, Barry can come," Not that Kiran saying no would stop him anyway. He could feel the smugness radiating from

" Alright then," Danica gives him a small smile, " So what's the plan?"

~~~

For the most part, the warehouse is the same as since Danica first entered it. Fortunately, she's not sneaking around to hear about some master plan to destroy the universe. Unfortunately, she's sneaking around to prevent the continuation of pokemon trafficking and abuse. Both times have a habit of making her stomach turn.

" You doing okay?' Barry whispers behind her. She gives him a steady nod, her eyes never leaving the dark corridors before her. Kit and Luminaire stand in between them, ears perked up and tentative. Kit was the best listener of the three, and Luminaire's x-ray vision would help find any hidden pokemon....or people.

" Just reliving some memories, " she says vaguely, but she knew Barry understood what she meant. He was always like that. She feels a little nudge on her knee. Looking down, she sees Kit silently gesturing to Luminaire, who's looking at it intensely. Ah.

" 1 nod for people, 2 for pokemon, 3 for both," Luminaire nods once. Barry and Danica share a look.

" Alright then,"

~~~

" Hey! Hey, it's alright, we're not going to hurt you..." says Doctor Sophie, as she gently picks up the small Zorua. It seems to be missing a leg, as well as insanely malnourished. A collar grips its neck. It seems incredibly young to, only a few years old. The poor child. It's a miracle it's even alive.

" You are so strong, " added Kiran, petting the sickly Zorua as it whines in Sophie's arms. They need to get it out of this blasted underground.

" I'll call the pokemon center. Let them know that we're coming-" A loud crashing noise interrupts them, as well as shouting from another room. Kiran's mind immediately thinks of the two who would cause that. Shit.

" H-Hey!" a man they detained shouts, probably having just awoken from his little 'nap' "Over here!" he cries. Doctor Sophie and Kiran can hear footsteps approaching them. A lot of footsteps. Shit!

"Well then, " Doctor Sophie starts, quickly taking out her Pokeball, " This is troublesome,"

"Indeed," Kiran mutters, the headache from before rising up again. He takes out a Pokeball as well.

" Looks like we're not leaving here without a fight. Can you cover for me while I get the pokemon out?" Doctor nods, sending out a shiny Ninetails with red tips. Kiran's eyes widen, but he quickly shakes off his awe. He can ask questions later. They need to get out of here first.

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" Yo," Danica waves casually, sitting on top of a pile of unconscious people. Kit and Luminaire are on each side, either napping or playing with the black marketer's clothes. Kiran didn't know what to expect, honestly.

" Sorry for the noise. We had to beat up some people," she gestures behind her. There's an open door, " Barry found some more pokemon in the back. You should check on that," she hopes of the pile of bodies and dusts herself off.

"I'll handle these guys. Tie them up and stuff, " she looks at Kiran and slightly furrows her brows.

"What?" Kiran simply shakes his head.

" N-nothing," Sophie whistles.

" Nice job! You really gave them a beating," The compliment makes Danica give one of her rare smiles.

"Thank you. You were really squishy. A bit pathetic really," Kiran is just going to ignore their entire conversation.

" Bet you glad that I tagged along now, huh?" Barry teases, and Kiran's shoulders relax a bit, seeing the man's cheeky smile.

Walking towards the back of the room, Kiran sees Barry. He's cradling another young Zorua in his arms, as well as being surrounded by other injured pokemon. They seem to have taken a liking to him, which is good. He couldn't help but sigh.

" I suppose," he says curtly. But they both knew that was a yes.

" Come on. We need to get these guys out of here and someplace safe," Barry gives a quick nod, still carrying the Zorua and the other pokemon follow suit.

Despite the.... casualties... Kiran can confidently say that this mission was a complete success.

#oc: danica yamamoto #oc: kiran plum #oc: sophie grayson #pokemon barry

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Cold Nights - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.5k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Hiya! It’s Hobi’s turn! I have finally finished writing my dissertation, which is currently being checked by my professor. There might be some editing to do, but I’ll have to hand it in on Monday so I’ll feel more relaxed after that. Last step will be presenting it to a commission from my university that will give me my final grade. And then GRADUATION (supposedly November 4th)!

But let’s move on to more pleasant stuff! This fic is set a couple days after Hoseok’s Love Talk and it deals with Hobi’s feels for his Giggles. The end of this drabble is ideally the beginning of Hobi’s Wild Nights.

Word count: around 3k maybe, didn’t check 🤔

Here you can find my Masterlist

Enjoy!

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Hoseok stared at his feet.

He had just left your place and he felt messy.

Yoongi opened the door almost immediately. "Hey."

"Hey." He responded quietly.

"Are you busy? Is Kitten around?" He asked as he entered his apartment and took off his shoes.

"No, she's with Angel." He said.

"They're hanging out a lot together." He noticed. "If I were you I'd be worried."

"Who told you I'm not." Yoongi quipped, shaking his head with an exasperated laugh.

They both entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Beer or soju?"

Hoseok exhaled. "Beer."

"Cool." Actually, fuck. He silently grabbed two cans. Maybe he should directly go for all six of them. This conversation was about to get heavy. "Listen, I love talking about Kitten--"

"You love Kitten, full stop."

"I do, but that is not the point." Yoongi remarked. "What is going on?"

Hoseok laced his fingers together, placing them on the table. "I think you know by now but I'm seeing someone."

"As in dating or hallucinating?" Yoongi asked with a serious, concerned tone which made him even more hilarious.

Hoseok shook his head.

"Just kidding, go on." Yoongi said, happy that Hoseok was hiding a smile. He was glad he could instill some happiness even though he looked so lost.

"Giggles."

"Oh, is that your Kitten?" Yoongi asked. "I mean is she to you what Kitten is to me?" In the meanwhile he put two glasses and the drinks on the table.

Hoseok laid his forehead on the back of his hands. "I don't know. I think so?" He sat up straight again. "She's a masterpiece. Cute and kind and bright and so, so lovely."

"But?" Yoongi nagged. Usually this was the point when Hoseok said he didn't feel anything or that she was boring or that he needed something different.

Hoseok shook his head, laying down again. It was slightly hilarious. "No buts." He rose up again, skittish. "But maybe it's temporary and I'll grow bored or she'll get tired and maybe it's just too early to find out about buts and maybes."

Yoongi opened his bear and poured some as Hoseok merely mirrored his gestures without really thinking. "How long has this been going on with the two of you?"

"More or less... Three months?"

"Mh." Yoongi meditated. His arrangements were usually a few weeks, maybe a couple months. This was the point where his interest just disappeared. From here on it was all uncharted territory for him. That's why he looked so scared, Yoongi thought.

"I don't know if I've been — like — swept off my feet by the sex or if this is actually affection."

Yoongi pouted and nodded.

"I've never had someone like her, Yoongi. I've never felt this need to protect and just gush all over someone. I want to tell everyone about her. And then I want to keep her all to myself."

"Does she make you happy?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes." He didn't hesitate one second. "I've never felt my life so full. It just... It feels like I don't even have to try. Like she needs to be in my life for some reason because she makes it better."

"What do you expect from your ideal partner?" Yoongi asked taking another sip of beer.

Hoseok looked at the glass and drank too, reflecting on his answer. "I think other than love and respect, maybe... Peace? Serenity? Someone who can pick me up when I feel down? She's just... She's ticked all the damn boxes so far and I can't help but be continuously reminded of how fucking perfect she is." Hoseok scrunched his face. "If she's not the one, then I don't know who could possibly be."

"And I bet you haven't told her about this, huh?"

Hoseok let himself go, his elbows propped on the table, his head in his hands. "How could I? I don't even know what the fuck is going on.".

"You do know though."

"How can I, Yoongi? How can I ask that?" Hoseok raised his voice. "This started as sex, Yoongi. I'm not like you wrapping my emotions in gift paper and handing it to my partner whenever I start seeing someone new."

Yoongi stayed still, blinking.

"Sorry. I overreacted. I think I'm in panic mode." Hoseok frowned. "It's... I'm afraid she'll throw me away?"

"You should be having this conversation with Namjoon. Do you remember what he put himself through for that precise fear?" Yoongi poured all the beer left in his can. "I think you should tell her you want to be with her. Call it what you want. Maybe Kitten and I did it the traditional way, went on dates, did stuff together, said our "I love you"s and got together, but that's not the only way to do that. You know how it went with Joon and Vixen."

"They were dating too. Giggles and I are not like that."

"How did it happen?"

"Mickey's vet was on holiday during an emergency, I took him to the vet and she was the substitute. It sort of spiraled out of control."

"I wanna ask how, but I'm not sure I wanna know." Yoongi snickered.

"I asked her number, she gave it to me. Went to a sort of a date but things got kinky and we hit it off..." He slipped into silence.

"Hobi, I think you should just find the nerves to tell her you want more. I know it's scary as fuck and everything, but I'm pretty sure she's a sweet girl who'd love to be by your side."

"She is sweet." Hoseok said with dreamy eyes. "And caring, and loving and funny and so, so soft."

"Just ask her out already. Simply tell her 'Hey, you, I know we've been going at it like bunnies for months but do you wanna go out for dinner or whatever, see if we work as something more?" Yoongi resolved practically.

"Do you think she'll say yes?" Hoseok asked, a little anxious.

"I think the right way to approach this is, what happens if she says no?" Yoongi reasoned.

"I don't want to think about it."

"In my opinion she would just say 'thanks man, but I'm not interested' and you'd just keep fucking like bunnies."

"And what would I do with my feelings?" Hoseok asked, frowning at his empty glass.

Yoongi smiled bitterly. "I am not the greatest advisor with this but I'd say you either keep them on the low or let them go. If you can." He perched himself on the chair, bringing his knees to his chest. "Personally, if she said no, I would let go of her and find someone new. It hurts but usually you cannot kill feelings for someone. The more you go on, the more it hurts. But just talk it out with her, casually."

Hoseok nodded and stood up abruptly. "I can't keep living with the doubt. I can't go on like this. Gotta go. Thank you, Yoongi."

Hoseok dashed for the entryway, Yoongi at his heels. "Guess if it goes sour you'll text me for a drunk pity party?"

Hobi was already putting his shoes on. "Guess so." Left shoe.

"And if it goes well you'll just go AWOL for a couple hours?" Yoongi suggested.

"More like a couple days, but we'll see." Right shoe. He stood up, grabbing his coat. "Thanks a lot. You know you're the best friend in the world, right?"

Yoongi nodded with a soft smile. "You are, too. Good luck."

"Thanks, see you!" Hoseok sprinted out of the door.

Yoongi simply closed the door behind him, shaking his head with a smirk.

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"Hey." One sweaty, breathless Jung Hoseok stood at your door. His call had caught you by surprise: when you had picked up your phone he asked if you were home so he could stop by. You told him you had just arrived from your shift. And now you were at your doorstep, staring at each other.

"Hello." You said with a confused smile.

"I'm in love with you." He declared, still breathless, hunched down, standing with his knees bent and his hands propped on them for support.

You blinked a few times, asking yourself where all of this was coming from.

Fuck it. "I love you too." You said, ignoring the common sense and reason suggesting you asked an explaination for this.

He went wide-eyed with incredulity, standing up straight. Next thing you knew he was kissing you desperately, pushing you back in your apartment and closing the door with his foot. "I love you." He purred.

"I love you too, Hobi. I'm in love with you, baby."

He growled. "Bedroom. Now."

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts headcanons #hoseok imagine #hoseok scenario #hoseok x reader #sope fic

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ambivalent-anarchy · 5 years ago

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Grey

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x morally grey! reader

Warning: None

Saw something on Pinterest and had an idea.

This will be a new storyline. Not a fic, just the one-shots will be connected, though you'll be able to read all of them separate and it still makes sense. You can send requests for this storyline just put 'Peter Parker x grey!reader'

Morally grey- a character who does too much good to fully be bad, but too much bad to fully be good and their motives are unclear.

Hope you like it!

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Peter had been warned against people like her.

She kept him on his toes, always switching sides. She wasn't like the other villains he'd known.

Mysterio, Scorpion, Otto Octavius. They were bad. There was no doubt about it. They'd each brought some turmoil on the world in one form or another.

They needed to be stopped. So Spiderman stopped them. Simple as that.

But [Y/N]. She was different.

"Watch out for the morally grey ones," Mr. Stark had told him early in his superhero career. "They're the confusing ones. The ones ya just can't fully be mad at."

Natasha was much more clear with her approach. "Take my advice, kid," she said. "Don't make it personal. I've seen how you act with your villains.. one like that, where they're so close to being good, yet so far. One like that would kill your spirit."

And it certainly seemed Peter had finally found his match.

"Give it up, [Y/N]! I always catch you!"

He'd been tracking her for weeks now. At first it seemed she was just a common thief. But she was smart. She had skills. She had plans. And well, if you wear a costume, you can't just be some common thief.

"You forget, Spiderman!," she chirped as she ran, a large, bulging bag on her back. "We're twelve to seven! I've been coming up lately!"

Peter rolled his eyes as he hopped into action. "Is this just a game to you?"

"I'm just saying," she laughed. "Gotta give credit where credit is due!"

Peter scoffed as he swung to catch up. "You say that as you hold a bag of hundreds of people's stolen money!"

This was her fifth time this week. Going to rich people's banks and sneaking past the security systems and stealing their money.

For a few weeks, Peter hadn't eaten. He hadn't slept. He was practically going crazy searching for her. Trying to pin an M.O. to make it a bit easier for himself. But she was untraceable. The only thing he'd found out about her was her name. Which basically led to nothing being that she was practically a nobody. The only time he could see her was when she made herself visible.

Today, she'd hit the bank Norman Osborn had been storing sums of his money into. But hardly anyone knew that. She'd done her research and some heavy snooping.

"It's mostly just Osborn today, he'll find a way to bounce back! He always does!," she yelled, jumping to the last building on the block.

She looked around desperately as she felt her chaser getting closer. She was trapped. "Crap," she muttered.

"Gotcha," Peter whispered to himself as he swung to the building she stood on. Once there, he quickly webbed the bag from her back.

Quickly noticing what he was doing, [Y/N] caught it just as he began to snatch it. She kept a tight hold on it and they began to fight for dominance, stuck in their own little game of tug-of-war.

"Let...go!," Peter grunted.

"Not on your life," she shot back, feeling her feet slide on the concrete. She was about to lose.

They both realized it as her feet began to give way and her body became airborne, almost crashing into Peter before he quickly moved out of the way.

"Ugh!"

[Y/N] screamed as her entire back crashed into wall of the building. Looking up, she watched as Spiderman grabbed the bag.

"Oh, hell no," she spat.

Peter smirked as he picked up the bag. "Sorry [Y/N]. But I guess it's thirteen to seven now- AGH!"

He collapsed in an instant, feeling something hard sling across his face. It was too hard to be a fist. And God it hurt like hell.

[Y/N] scowled. "You threw me into a wall!," she screamed as hit her nemesis again and again with the butt of her gun. "You asshole!"

Peter grimaced, attempting to grab hold to her wrists and push her off of him. "Well, I didn't BREAK YOUR NOSE!," he hissed through gritted teeth. Luckily, that was the only thing that felt broken of his.

She continued her brutal attack on his upper body, almost as if she's was trying to put the gun through him before he finally got the upper hand and threw her off.

He moved to try to stand, but he fell back down, an entirely new, different pain aside from his face starting.

[Y/N] propped her head up. "Was that your stomach?," she asked.

Aunt May was out of town, so there was no one to make sure Peter had been taking care of himself, which he hadn't. The last thing he'd prepared was a pop-tart, that was still burning in the toaster in his home as he sat on that building.

[Y/N] stood, rubbing her back to relieve some of the pain she felt that was keen on staying. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that was your stomach."

Peter scrunched his eyebrows together, confused. Still, he put his fist up to fight, ignoring the heavy and loud rumbling of his stomach.

Rolling her eyes, she threw the gun down. "Well, I'm not gonna fight you now." She moved toward him to pick up the bag he barely had a hold on. Unzipping it and reaching in, she pulled out a few bills and put it in the hand that wasn't pressing his cheek. "Here. Take it."

Peter backed into the wall some more, if that was even possible. "I don't want your dirty money," he protested.

"Well, it's from a rich people bank. It's actually pretty clean," [Y/N] joked before kicking his uninjured leg lightly. "C'mon man, don't be weird just take it, okay?"

"Put the money back in the bag," Peter ordered, making a second attempt to stand. He didn't make it this time either, cursing quietly as he fell back to the ground. Was he hurt or was he just really tired he asked himself.

"You need to eat something."

Peter frowned, wrapping both arms around his grumbling stomach. "You need to mind your own business."

[Y/N] stepped forward slowly, arms held out in front of her, palms up. "You fainted on me last week, remember idiot? And I can hear how hungry you are now." She walked a bit closer, picking up the bills her enemy had thrown on the ground, then looked back up to him. "If you won't take the money, at least let me buy you some food," she bargained.

Peter watched the mixed expressions flicker on her face. Annoyance. Concerned? She sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Look Spiderman, you help everyone. Let someone help you for once. Don't let your pride stop you from taking the help you need to continue saving lives, okay?" She smiled crookedly. "To continue stopping people like me."

Peter stared, mouth agape. "[Y/N], what is this?," he questioned. "You're not nice.. you're rude, a-and you only care about yourself." He winced, shuffling to lay his back on the wall of the building you'd thrown him into moments before.

"Well, I've always preferred 'rough around the edges', but okay," she snickered, rolling her eyes and then looking down at the ground right in front of his feet. This was completely out of her element, but she couldn't help but feel like she was obligated to do it.

"Alright, but.. you hate me," Peter said, looking up to see her completely unreadable face.

She finished stuffing the rest of the money in her bag. "I think you've got me messed up with Doc Oc," she said, wiping off her pants, getting ready to help Spider-man up. "I'm not like most of them, y'know. Us villains aren't all the same. Some of us actually do have some morals."

He watched as she looked around, muttering to herself. If it were anybody else, they wouldn't have heard her. But with his senses, Peter heard her loud and clear.

'God, give me strength.'

She held her hand out to him. "Come on, let me get you outta here, Spider."

Underneath his mask, Peter's frown deepened. "No, I got it... just go, okay?" He still had a hold on the bag with his webs. He was offering her a chance to escape.

"Don't be an idiot, dude," she scolded. "I just pistol-whipped you. Even if you swing, I'm sure all that wind blowing on your cuts and bruises wouldn't be comfortable..."

Peter blew out a breath. He knew she didn't really want this. So why was she so insistent? She was a criminal and he was the hero. Simple as that. Or at least, it's supposed to be.

But now she was helping him? Offering him a meal? He hated to admit it, but at this moment, he preferred criminals like Doc Oc or Green Goblin. At least they didn't confuse him like this.

But she's didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. And he did still need to take the cash she'd stolen. So swallowing his pride, he chuckled. "Um, [Y/N]... look.."

And now they were in the Olive Garden parking lot.

She'd helped clean most of his cuts in her car (his mask only going up to his nose of course).

After he'd had a bit of time to calm down, he turned his face toward her. "So, um, there's no drive-thru?"

The villain scoffed lightly. "Hell no," she responded. "I'm not throwing my whole day off on you. We're movin' on my schedule bucko. And anytime I lose against you, and not get thrown in lockup, I go drink, okay? That cool with you?," you teased. "Or are you gonna tell me how unhealthy that is Mr. Superhero Guy?"

Peter huffed. "Well, you can go eat. But I'm not taking off my mask. I'll stay here."

"And let you steal back my cash? I don't think so," she retorted.

"So what?," he asked, frankly annoyed at this point. "Spider-Man just walks into an Olive Garden with a random girl?"

"Wouldn't be that way if you'd just take off your mask," [Y/N] defended. "Then it'd just be two random people walking into an Olive Garden."

"That's not an option."

Tapping on the dashboard, she groaned. "C'mon, I take my mask off in front of you all the time! You know who I am. Why can't I know who you are?"

"You don't care about keeping your identity a secret because you have nothing to lose. I'm not the same. I want my loved ones to be safe."

"That's implying that I'd hurt someone you love, Spider-Man. I'm not sadistic," [Y/N] corrected.

Peter frowned. "You literally pistol-whipped me about an hour ago."

"And I just spent that last hour nursing your wounds," she shot back.

"Sometimes you go out of your way to beat me up though."

"That's because sometimes you aggravate me," she laughed. "Occasionally, you deserve to get punched in the face."

"Whatever."

It was quiet again.

Until two minutes later Spiderman's stomach growled once again.

"Look dude, we could always pass you off as a overenthusiastic cosplayer?," she offered. "You wouldn't have to take off your mask that way, but you would get weird looks."

For probably the hundredth time since starting his hunt on her, Peter rolled his eyes. "Why do you want me to eat so much anyway?"

"I don't care about you if that's what you're suggesting," she said. "I just don't like people going hungry. And it's obvious you're not taking care of yourself." Her eyes shifted a bit. "And what's the fun in beating you if I'm not beating you at your highest, right?"

Peter chuckled at [Y/N]'s excuse. "Right.."

And now they were sat at a table. [Y/N] in a cute shirt she had in her car and some jeans. Peter still in his Spiderman suit.

Awkward, to say the least.

But the stares from waiters were the least of Peter's worries.

'What am I doing???'

He should've left hours ago. He should've grabbed the money and returned it and taken this girl to jail.

But the more he talked to her, and the way she nursed his wounds without question and gave him some food. It made him think of all the other things he hadn't noticed before.

How she only stole from the rich (which was very bad of course but way better than just taking from everybody). How she never went for kill shots, or even for spots that'd cause heavy injury.

She was a bad guy, yes. But maybe she wasn't a bad guy.

"I'm sorry for that time I shot you, by the way," she spoke in the middle of their meal. "It was meant to just be a warning shot. But you moved and it got your leg. It's been bugging me for a long time. That didn't take too long to heal, did it?"

Peter shook his head as he chewed his food.

"Good," she said. "Also for pistol-whipping you earlier today. I kinda got carried away."

"Yeah, I could tell. It hurts to chew right now," he said.

"Well my back still hurts from being thrown into a wa-"

"Why do you steal?," Peter cut in to ask.

Without any hesitation, [Y/N] responded. "It's just my way."

He frowned. "Just your way?," he repeated. "Haven't you-"

"Don't want a job. Tried them and didn't like them. And there's nothing more schools can teach me. Stealing has the thrill I love and it helps me to get around and, if the opportunity presents itself, to help somebody out."

Peter stared, dumbfounded. So [Y/N] was a good person...who just happened to like stealing? But then that else make her a bad person.

How could one person be so contradictory?

"You are an enigma," Peter marveled.

"Thank you," she replied, taking a sip of her wine.

When it came time to leave, [Y/N] paid and they made their way out of the building, actually laughing together and enjoying themselves.

They made their way back to her car. [Y/N] smiled. "Well, thanks for that, even though I never saw your face the whole time," she giggled. "Wait, does this count as a date? I'm sorta dressed up and you're probably in the best suit you've ever worn." She pinched at a spot of his suit on his shoulder. "Had a semi-fancy dinner-"

Peter held his head back and laughed. "I mean, I guess if you want it to, then it does. But I'm still gonna arrest you if I catch you again."

[Y/N] smirked. "And I'm still gonna steal, so.."

"Right..," Peter sighed. It wasn't like he thought he could actually change her in one night. But someone so insistent on doing a bad thing.

So close, yet so far...

Which made him remember..

"Oh yeah!," he exclaimed as he bursts off running towards the car, leaving a confused [Y/N] behind him.

She didn't get a chance to ask what he was doing before he kicked and busted the tires of her car and broke one of the windows to reach in and steal the bag of money inside.

Jumping onto her car, he pulled his mask up to right above his mouth. "Thanks for the meal! Gotta blast! Remember to stay off the streets!," Peter yelled before he jumped into the air.

Shocked, [Y/N] stood there frozen. "I-i, I-i.... I'M GONNA KILL YOU, SPIDERMAN!!!"

"You say that a lot!," he joked. "I'm beginning to doubt your commitment!"

"Ugh!"

"How'd it go, underoos?," Tony asked early the next morning.

Peter looked up from his computer with a unreadable expression on his face. "Hey Mr. Stark," he started. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I think I met one of those villains you used to talk about. The good but bad ones?"

Tony crossed his arms. "And?"

"I think we're kinda friends..."

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