#not all of the triggers are evident in the gifs but that's the majority of what's involved in the episode | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 11 months ago

Note

Zoro x Fem Reader Angst! Zoro is unconscious and S/O protects/drags Zoro while trying to escape the battlefield of marines and explosives. Zoro’s about to lose his life, but S/O sacrifices her arms to save him and his dream and get him to safety. When Zoro wakes up, he’s recovering and he learns what happens. He’s enraged at S/O and practically screams at her, saying unforgivable things to the point where S/O is crying. S/O avoids him until Zoro apologizes. S/O obtains new cybernetic arms.

Goodness gracious this is some angst. I LOVE IT.

Hah I wrote this when I was sad.

I have PTSD from an accident and I thought for a minute I lost my leg. I couldn't see it, and I knew that it takes time to register if you lost your leg. So. Yeah. This is kind of an outlet for that accident. Plus an outlet from my toxic relationships.

This takes place post-timeskip, with Law making an appearance as an ally.

MAJOR WARNING: THIS WILL (probably) TRAUMATIZE YOU. Reader will have PTSD, ANXIETY ATTACKS, AND BE VERBALLY ABUSED. But becomes besties with Franky so ya know... up to you.

TW's: BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP THIS IS ANGST, angst to eventual comfort, reader pukes from pain, gore, shame, insecurity, fights, verbal abuse (from s/o), punching a wall above reader's head, anxiety attacks, depression

Part 1: The Fights

Your head was spinning. This battle was a hell of a lot more than anyone on the crew thought it would be. Explosions were nearly constant, deafening you until all you could hear was buzzing. Vibrations from the ground and the air shook your body, and you could barely keep up with your enemies. Their surprise attack worked, and it worked damn well.

You finally got in a good blow to the marine, knocking him unconscious with your weapon. It was the last of the marine group that had recently swarmed you. You took a brief moment to take stock of the battlefield. Zoro was fighting a swarm of marines behind you. You knew that wouldn't be an issue, so your gaze continued to roam.

Luffy was on the rooftops fighting the stronger of the marines, getting further and further away from the group. You saw a random patch of thunder clouds in the distance, knowing that's where Nami was. You couldn't see Usopp, Robin, Franky, or Sanji anywhere. Brook and Chopper were still supposed to be watching the ship. A flash of movement caught your eye nearing Zoro. You had no idea what that weapon was exactly, but the marines seemed relieved, and that was a bad sign.

"Zoro!" you cried out desperately. Even your own voice was so muffled that you felt the vibration of your voice more than heard yourself. He couldn't hear you. You started running. Something felt dangerous about that weapon. It was about as big as a bazooka, but the ammo looked strange. All you could tell in the moment was that the marines nearby were carrying it with extra care.

"Zoro!" you called again. Nothing. Your legs burned as you sprinted towards the group of marines he was steadily working his way through. He was almost done. His back was towards you, and if he felt your presence, he probably thought you were running to back him up. The weapon was almost upon the two of you.

Just as you approached him, he finished off the last of the marines, knocking them out cold. He turned an eye towards you, the gleam and thrill of violence evident in gaze. You pointed desperately towards the weapon, knowing your expression held fear. He turned in the direction of it, grinning at the challenge. Something wasn't right about the weapon, but you trusted that he could take care of it.

The marines took aim. You readied yourself to dodge, to feel the heat and shockwave of the explosion. Zoro stood slightly in front of you, ready with all three of his swords, breathing heavily but evenly. He could cut anything. You watched as the marine pulled the trigger. Everything seemed to slow down. Your breaths, heart rate, and the aches and pains of the battle dialed to zero as your focus sharpened. The ammo was almost too bright to look at. Why was it already exploding? He couldn't cut-

Your body moved before your thought was completed. Standing in front of the swordsman, you used your weapon to bat away the explosive, redirecting it to the side. It didn't work. It already exploded. You shot backwards into Zoro as the force and heat from the explosion slammed into your arms and chest. The two of you flew backwards through multiple walls. You only remember feeling the jolt of the crash through Zoro's body more than twice before you blacked out. You think you came to pretty quick, and tried to reach towards him.

White-hot agony seared through your arms, and you couldn't tell if you screamed or not. You couldn't hear, not through the pain or through the ringing in your ears. You felt the ground vibrate as marines marched towards your prone bodies. The weapon. Shit.

The jolt of adrenaline made you stand, swaying as you nearly passed out or threw up from the pain. But you could do that later. Now, you just needed to get away. Your arms were useless. One was burning with pain, and the other was... gone.

You looked in shock at the stump where your arm used to be. It was gone. Your stomach lurched and bile rose in your throat as your gaze rose to see a familiar hand sticking out from under a rock. Blood saturated the ground around it. Burnt meat filled your nostrils. Your other arm hung uselessly by your side, burnt almost to the bone. You felt the vibrations through the ground getting stronger. You would die if you didn't leave, NOW.

Zoro was knocked out cold, a nasty gash on his temple. His chest was still rising and falling, luckily. With no other choice, you knelt to the ground, and gripped his coat with your teeth. You scooted back, hauling his weight. Your jaw and teeth ached with the effort, but you thanked whatever diety was out that that the burnt flesh of your arm was falling numb. Your reprieve was short lived. Agony flashed through the stump of your now-missing arm, causing you to scream. You tasted blood as your vocal chords ripped slightly with the sound.

But you continued moving, hauling his weight backwards with your teeth as marines rounded the corner. They were walking almost casually, evil grins on their faces at the horror they caused. fuck. They saw you immediately. The young marines blanched and vomited at your state, seeing you conscious with one burnt arm barely hanging onto your frame and the stump of the other bleeding profusely down your side, soaking your body in a brown-red. Honestly, the question as to how you were even still conscious hadn't crossed your mind. Until now. You staggered onto your knees, breathing heavily as you crouched in front of Zoro. You could get by without arms. Your dream could be accomplished without them. His couldn't. He needed to live, and he needed his body.

With the thought, you staggered to your feet, swaying dangerously.

"Oi Oi, that bitch is fucking rabid!" one marine called out. Your hearing must be coming back if you could hear the muffled comments of the men in front of you. The comment made you grin, and the men flinched. You knew you couldn't hold on much longer, so you did the only thing you could think of.

"LUUUFYYYY!!!! NAAAAMIIII!!! SANNNJIIIII!!!! USOOOP!!! ROBINNNN!!!! FRAAANNKYYYY!!!!" you screamed your crewmates names desperately. The effort of it sent you tumbling onto your knees. Darkness ringed your vision. You blinked, trying to focus your eyes. You thought you heard your name, but suddenly saw marines flying left and right. You knew somebody came to save you. You fell into blissful unconsciousness as you hit the ground.

~~~~~~~~

"...sure?....pain....medicine....arms....injuries..." voices faded in and out as you slowly came to. You were so hungry. Or were you nauseous? Oh fuck. Yeah you were nauseous.

"gonna puke" you mutter. Hands helped you sit up and you immediately puked your guts up with the new position. Luckily there was a bucket held under you already. More hands held your hair back. You spat out the final wave and went to wipe a hand over your clammy forehead. Nothing happened. A straw prodded your lips slightly.

"Here. Rinse your mouth out."

You recognized Chopper's voice and did as you were told. Your eyes cracked open slightly and you winced at the light. If you hadn't just puked, you would've just then.

"brigh'" you slurred. The lights dimmed almost immediately. Someone eased you back down on the bed, and you moaned with the wave of dizziness that accompanied it.

"Zoro?"

"He's fine. He's healing and resting now, thanks to you" Chopper spoke quietly. Your throat burned, and you swallowed.

"Go back to sleep. You need the rest"

~~~~~~

The second time you woke up, you managed not to puke. You were definitely drugged, and you panicked for a second before your eyes landed on Chopper. He glanced around at the sound of your shifting and did a double take when he saw your open eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're awake finally" he said. You grunted, unable to coherently form a sentence in your state. Memories flickered into your mind, and you went to sit up, but blinding white hot agony forced you back on the bed with a strangled scream.

"Hey don't move!" Chopper chided. He still kept his voice low. Tears flowed down the sides of your face towards your ears.

"Chopper" you whispered hoarsely. You started sobbing uncontrollably. It hurt so much. You lost your arms. You lost both your arms. I don't have arms anymore.

He came forward, shushing you and smoothing a hoof over your forehead.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay."

"Zoro? Is he okay?"

"He's fine. He's already training"

You sniffled. You wanted to wipe away your tears, and the thought that you couldn't sent you into panicked sobs.

"I lost them Chopper. Please. I can't. I can't do it. It hurts so much. I'll only- Luffy will kick me off. I can't. I don't have anywhere to go" you rambled in your panic. Chopper looked at you with growing concern as you spoke, breaths heaving faster and faster. He suddenly fiddled with your IV, and he looked at you apologetically as you drifted into unconsciousness.

~~~~~~~~

You awoke the third time for good. Sunlight streamed into the infirmary through the small window, and you could hear muffled sounds of the group eating in the dining area. You groaned. Your whole chest, shoulders, and arms hurt. Down to your fingers. You tried to wiggle them, but nothing happened. You looked down at your arms. You were tucked into blankets on a cot that was angled so you weren't completely flat. You could see the outline of your shoulder, but halfway down your bicep, the blanket fell flat. Memories slammed into you. Your gaze whipped to the other arm. Only about an inch of your arm was left if you measured from your armpit.

You let your head fall back, tears tracking heated trails down your face. You tried to breathe, but everything hurt. At least Zoro is okay you thought. His dream could still happen, and he was alive. That's all you could ask for. The door to the infirmary creaked open, and you let your gaze fall to it. Sanji. He immediately backed out and called to the doctor.

"Oi Chopper! She's awake!"

Loud clamoring from trying to wrangle the suddenly very excited Luffy made a bolt of sharp pain stab through your head. You flinched, leading to more pain echoing down your chest and shoulders, and your phantom arms.

Chopper came in. Zoro followed, and you sighed a breath of relief at the sight of your healthy lover. A third, large frame squeezed into the infirmary. Franky. You were surprised to see him, but happy too. Looking at him, you suddenly remembered he basically rebuilt himself. He's been where you are now. A silent bond formed when he grinned at you, tears brimming his eyes. You smiled back slightly. You let your gaze fall back onto Zoro, taking in his form as Chopper checked you over. It distracted you.

By doing this, however, you didn't miss his dark expression as the reindeer peeled back your blankets down to your waist to check your vitals.

"Zoro..." you started. Your voice sounded hoarse. Zoro didn't move. He stared at your injuries, fury taking over his features. Franky moved forward, retrieving a nearby cup with a straw for you to sip some water. He held it up to your lips and you sipped gratefully. His frame blocked you from Zoro. Franky moved back, and all you heard was a door slam shut. Zoro was gone.

You blinked in confusion. Did he...? Why? Shock must've been written on your face, because Chopper spoke up.

"He's just... struggling to comprehend you got so badly injured while protecting him."

Franky nodded.

"It can hurt a man's pride, but it would've hurt his pride worse if he couldn't continue his dream. You saved his life, and his dream. Just let him be."

You sighed, nodding. You really wanted affection during this hard time. You just wanted him to say that he still loved you and that everything was going to be okay. But he couldn't. Was that selfish of you to want that?

"So. How bad is it?" you ask quietly. Franky sat on the bed by your ankles, putting one heavy hand on it.

"Before you know the details... You should know that you're not alone in this. I've been where you are... well... kinda. But once you're ready mentally and physically, I can build you new arms. We can work together on what you want, and even add some fun things to them. But you're not alone. Luffy would never kick you off his crew, especially when you sacrificed so much for another one of us. The only reason we held him back from coming in here is because he'd probably be too rough hugging you. And Zoro... he won't admit it but he's traumatized. He woke up while we were carrying the two of you back to the ship and thought you were dead. He saw your arm in the rubble. He threw up and wouldn't let anyone else carry you back to the ship."

You let the words wash over you. Your mind was lagging from the drugs but you understood the message. You finally nodded once your understanding clicked into place. You turned to Chopper, suddenly grateful for Franky's solid presence.

"So? How bad is it?"

Chopper roughly brushed away his tears before he clinically gave you the news.

"The bomb was a prototype, something that the Navy hopes to build on a large scale. It was designed to explode right before impact to stop pirates from knocking away the ammunition. It was the angle of your arm as you went to hit the ammo that protected the rest of your body from significant harm. The arm that was burnt off took most of the impact. You lost the other from shrapnel as you were thrown through walls. You have a cracked sternum and some broken ribs from the shockwave, and you had a slight concussion. Your vocal chords were damaged slightly as well, but those should heal soon."

You took the news numbly. It was like it was a horrific list of injuries that happened to someone else.

"I'm afraid I have to ask now though... do you remember it?"

You nodded silently.

"All of it?"

"Every second I was conscious. I know I blacked out when we were thrown through a wall, so I didn't feel my arms until I woke up after that. Saw my arm under a rock, soaking the ground with my blood. I wanted to throw up but I didn't have the time. I smelled my arm burning, then I felt it. The marines were coming. So I tried to drag Zoro with my teeth to get away, but I was too slow. My burnt arm was going numb but my missing one suddenly... I felt it. I stood up, and I remember thinking that I can get by without arms. He can't reach his dream without his, and I protected his body. I remember a marine saying that I was a rabid bitch, so I smiled at them, then called your names before I passed out from blood loss."

Bile rose in your throat as you recalled the memories. You gagged, and you felt your shoulder move as you instinctively went to slap a hand over your mouth. Chopper shoved a bedpan under your mouth and you threw up the water you just drank. Franky held back your hair and shushed you.

"Hey hey, don't push it. You're safe now. You're on board the Sunny, in Chopper's infirmary. Our captain is Monkey D. Luffy, and he's going to be the pirate king. Our cook is Sanji, Usopp is our sniper, Robin is an archeologist, and Nami is our navigator. Luffy likes meat, Sanji loves cooking, Usopp likes playing pranks on people, Robin likes coffee, and Nami likes tangerines. You with me? Breathe for me. In- one, two, three, four. Hold- one, two three, four. Out- one, two three, four.... you with me?"

Your shuddering breaths eased with Franky's help. You looked at him with teary eyes.

"Why do I still feel them? Why do my arms still hurt but they're not there?"

Chopper piped up quietly.

"The nerves are still getting used to what's left of your arms. Your brain has to rewire itself to accommodate this change, and it takes time. But Franky and I will both work to get you some new arms, as soon as you're ready, okay?"

Franky nodded. "It's called phantom limb pain commonly. I had it while I was healing after getting destroyed by the sea train, but it was easy to adapt when I rebuilt myself. It... it's terrible. It's going to mess with your head and bring up memories of the incident. It's going to ache and hurt like a bitch some days. I found for me, distracting myself helps."

You were quiet, staring at the blankets. You felt exhausted. It was too much to take in at once.

"Okay" you muttered. You yawned, and Franky stood. Chopper soothed some stray hair back from your forehead.

"Get some rest. You need to heal" he said. You nodded.

"Can... Can someone stay? I don't wanna be alone" you mumbled. Franky smiled at you before turning his gaze to the reindeer, jerking his head towards the door.

"Go finish eating. I'm full. Everyone will want an update too, and you can answer their questions better."

Chopper hesitated, but left once you nodded once at him.

"I'll be back soon"

You faded off to sleep before the door even opened.

~~~~~~~~

(TW- OOC Zoro verbally abusing reader, slight ooc Luffy and Sanji)

"oi."

The voice wriggled its way into your dreamless sleep, drawing your attention but not quite waking you up.

"Oi"

The voice was louder. Familiar. Something shook your leg slightly, and you sighed as you rose from your slumber, blinking open your eyes with a hum. Your gaze landed on green hair and a muscled frame.

"Zoro?" you asked, voice slurred with sleep. Pain shot down your torso as you tried to rub your eyes, and the full force of the memory of the trauma resurfaced like a knife to the gut.

You didn't have arms.

You whined, but were too exhausted to cry or panic again.

"Why did you do it?" His voice was harsh, spitting the words like they were venom.

"huh?"

"Why. Did. You. Do. It." The grip on your knee tightened slightly with each word until it was sure to leave marks. Your heart sank in fright and confusion.

"Zoro... your han-"

"Answer me!" His grip thrashed your leg around, jostling you on the bed. You cried out in pain.

"W-why did I d-do what Zoro?!" you asked, stuttering from fear and pain.

"You lost your arms to save me. Why?!"

"That-that's not really what happened. One got caught in the explosion and the other got cut off when I was thrown through a wall. I swear-"

"Don't play dumb with me, bitch. I don't need saving." His grip turned lethal on your knee, and it felt like he was considering crushing the bone. You hissed and whined in pain. This had to be a nightmare- your Zoro wouldn't act like this. Right?

"Your little act of heroism is keeping me awake. I can't sleep until I know why. So TELL ME!" he yelled the last words, his sharp tone echoing dully off the wooden walls.

Your heart shattered. He was... blaming you? Because he couldn't sleep? While you had saved his life and had lost your arms?

"I-I... Zoro I don't know what you want me to say. Losing my arms was an accident, and you were knocked unconscious so stood in front of your body. I wasn't really thinking I gue-"

'YOU WEREN'T THINKING?! WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? YOU THINK I'M TOO FUCKING WEAK TO DEFEND MYSELF HUH?" He shoved off his seat, jostling your body a final time.

He drove a fist through the wall over your head, and you screamed.

The door to the infirmary slammed open, revealing Luffy and Sanji. Zoro didn't even look. He leaned over you, pinning you with his gaze.

"You weak, pathetic piece of shit! I never should've dated you. I never would've if I knew you would turn out like this! Losing your arms to a wall? I would've rather the bomb hit me and died than ever see a sight as ugly and pitiful as you are now! You stupid-"

"ZORO!"

Luffy finally found his voice through the shock of his first mate verbally abusing you like this. Anger rolled off his body in waves, and Sanji was still rooted with angry shock.

Luffy grabbed Zoro by the back of his head with his stretchy hand and hauled him out of the room. You were shaking, shocked and hurt by the words that just flew from the lips of the man you love. Chopper suddenly trotted up to your bedside, looking incredibly worried.

"Hey it's okay. You're okay. You're not weak or pathetic at all. You're severely injured but you're alive, okay? That makes you so, so strong. I promise"

You hardly heard Chopper's attempt at soothing you, staring at the doorway Luffy had dragged your boyfriend through. You turned your head to look at the hole in the wood above your head. Drops of blood dripped down the wall slowly.

"Uh-uhm. He-he's hur-hurt. You'd be-better go check o-on him" you breathed shakily.

"He'll be fine" a smooth voice answered. A handkerchief wiped your cheeks of tears you didn't even know you'd shed. Sanji smoothed hair back from your face gently.

"You sacrificed so much for this crew, you will never be weak. Don't let that fucking idiot take that away from you." A finger tilted your chin up slightly, but you turned your head, slipping from his grip.

"Look at me, darling."

You shook your head slightly. Sanji sighed, and tried again. You could feel Chopper checking your wounds to see if any had opened with the rough treatment from earlier.

"Please. Look at me" he begged, sounding close to tears. You finally looked up, meeting his gaze. A small smile quirked up the ends of his lips.

"There she is. You're so strong, beautiful, and kind. You are in no way pathetic or weak for what was done to you. Okay?"

Tears pooled in your eyes, pain from your broken heart and your injuries constricting your chest.

"Are you in pain?" Chopper asked. You nodded.

"I love him, but I think he just broke me a little."

Chopper glanced at Sanji, who was obviously trying to tamp down his rage at the swordsman. He held out a shaking hand, giving the handkerchief to Chopper now that he was done checking your injuries. The doctor accepted, giving Sanji a nod.

"I'll stay with her. Go."

"I owe you one" Sanji replied before walking out the door. As the door opened, you heard yelling and a clashing of metal, but it was closed quickly and gently.

"Your wound's didn't open again but it was close. It must've hurt." Chopper said gently. He wiped the handkerchief gently over your cheeks and under your nose.

"Do you want more pain medicine? You'll go right back to sleep. You can rest now that Luffy and Sanji are... taking care of Zoro."

You hesitated. There was one person that had been so calming during this whole incident.

"Can... can Franky sleep here too? I'd feel better if he'd be here when I woke up"

"Of course. Let me go get him really quick!" Chopper trotted out the door, allowing the sounds of more shouting to reach your ears. The door opened hardly a minute later, Franky's large frame entering the room.

"Yeow! You called?" he said, cheerful as ever. It brought a small smile to your face.

"I just wanted to be near you. You... get it" you said simply. Franky nodded, plopping his ass right in front of the door.

"Nobody is getting past me unless you're okay with it. Got it? Now sleep. You need it." He said gently. Chopper moved to your IV, and with a nod from you, raised the dosage slightly. Sleep took you quickly.

~~~~~~~~

You roused with a bright light shining on your face, and you groaned lightly, turning your face away. A tired sigh passed through your nostrils. You heard loud snores nearby, and your brow furrowed lightly in confusion before recognizing them as Franky's. The mattress dipped slightly and you heard Chopper's small grunt of effort hauling himself up on the bed. Pain stabbed through your chest and shoulders, but it was manageable for now.

"are you awake?" he whispered. You hummed.

"Too bright." you murmured. His weight disappeared from the bed and the sound of a curtain drawing made your ears perk up. Your eyes blinked open tiredly, focusing on the ceiling.

"How are you feeling?"

"Mmm... Okay I guess."

"How's the pain level?"

"Less than yesterday."

"Good. You're healing fairly quick."

You let out a non-committal grunt at Chopper's optimistic observation. You just felt... Numb? Cold? Disheartened? Trying to name the emotions brought back the memory of Zoro's words last night.

Pathetic.

Ugly.

He'd rather die than date me like this.

Stupid.

You turned your head slightly away from Chopper, letting him examine you. Franky's snores had stopped sometime during your brief exchange with the doctor, and you heard a loud yawn as he woke.

"How ya doin kiddo?"

You simply hummed, letting Chopper answer for you.

"Her wounds are healing rather quick. I think the cybernetic arms can be attached soon, if the two of you figure out the design."

Your heart sped up at the thought of more pain and surgery, breaths quickening. Franky seemed to immediately catch on.

"There's a way to do it when it's fully healed too, so don't worry too much about the time. We'll do them whenever she- you're- ready." He directed his last sentence towards you, letting you in on the conversation. You didn't react.

"Can I have some water?" your voice was still raspy from waking up. Franky brought a straw up to your lips and you sipped some stale water.

"Are you hungry?" Chopper asked. You shook your head slightly. You just wanted to sleep, to escape this reality. The reality where you lost. Lost your arms. Lost the man you love.

"I know you may not be up for much at all, but almost everyone is going to take turns keeping you company, got it? We're here for ya." Franky gently smoothed a stray lock of hair from your face. You heard the message between the lines: "we'll keep you safe from Zoro". You blinked listlessly, wishing your body would let you go back to sleep.

"What happened to him?" you asked quietly. The energy in the room became charged, and you could tell both Franky and Chopper were hesitant to speak about Zoro's outburst with you.

"He fought Luffy and Sanji, and even tried to fight Nami and Robin but Robin pinned him down. Luffy got through to him... eventually"

"but it's still my fault" The whisper left your lips mindlessly. Franky knelt next to the bed, making sure his face was in your line of sight.

"Nothing like this is ever your fault. You love someone enough to unthinkingly put yourself in a situation where your body is destroyed, and yet you lived. You're alive. You're part of our crew, no matter what. You're our family, and this family is our home."

Tears burned your throat and budded in your eyes.

"Franky... I'm so lost."

"I know, kiddo. But I promise, we'll help you find your way again. You're safe with us, and loved by all of us."

"Not Zoro though."

"... I can't tell you if he loves you in the same way, but he will protect you because you're our family, okay?"

You blinked, letting the tears track wet trails down your face.

"Can you talk to me about your ideas for my arms?"

A broad smile split his face, and he pulled up a stool to regale you with his ideas.

~~~~~~~~

A week passed. A humiliating, helpless week of staying in bed and asking for things. You didn't see Zoro, nor did you ask to see him. You asked if he was alright, but that was it. The crew spent hours with you at a time. Nami chatted about gossip and fashion magazines, Robin read books aloud to you in her soothing voice, Sanji talked to you about interesting cooking techniques as he fed you every meal, Usopp told tall tales, Brook played soft music and told you of adventures with his old crew, and Luffy talked about beetles and animals he or napped with you. Chopper was in and out of the room through the day, checking on you while he kept you company.

You were numb and listless for days, until a stupid story from Usopp made your lips twitch into a smile. He milked the joke and story until you were giggling softly, and some stress seemed to lift from the crew's shoulders later in the day. Franky kept bringing you ideas and fabricated bits of that would become your cybernetic arms, easing you into the idea of them. The first few times he brought them in, you'd panicked, only able to feel the pain and the burn of losing them. He walked you through breathing and grounding yourself, his voice calm and soft.

You stopped asking about Zoro after the first week. He obviously only saw you as pathetic, ugly, and stupid, so why bother burdening him with your concern? It was Robin who brought him up again, having noticed your lack of curiosity.

"Zoro's been training all day, every day for over a week now. He'll only eat meals so he doesn't have to deal with Sanji's nagging and only sleeps when he's not on night watch. I'm almost concerned for him" she said casually. You hummed in response, looking away from her as you kept your expression neutral.

"Not much anyone can do about that" you replied. She dropped the subject.

Another week passed with you falling into bouts of depression and hopelessness between distractions that captured your attention completely. Your pain had fallen to a level of an aching that seeped deep into your soul to the point where you couldn't tell where your physical pain and your depression divided. Franky and Chopper were your saving grace, with Sanji offering heartfelt messages of support. One afternoon, Chopper and Franky finally approached you, cautiously excited. You blinked at their odd behavior.

"What is it?" you asked tiredly. The duo traded glances before Franky spoke.

"Remember how we're allied with the Heart Pirates?" he began. You nodded slowly, your body still protesting from the movement.

"Do you remember their captain?"

"Yeah? Trafalgar Law- the Surgeon of Death... where are you going with this?"

Chopper piped up.

"I told him about your case. He told me that due to his ability, the surgery for your arms could potentially be exponentially less painful than doing it the way Franky and I would." he said, a little sheepish that he had told another doctor about you.

You furrowed your brow. You didn't like the word "potentially".

"Potentially?" you echoed. Chopper nodded.

"Nothing in medicine is exactly a given or a 100% chance. But he said it's likely to be much less painful if he were to use his ability to do the surgery."

You sighed, overwhelmed with the news. You felt exhausted already.

"When is he coming?" you asked. Franky answered your question.

"His sub'll be here tomorrow. The surgery itself won't happen tomorrow, because he needs time to familiarize himself with your injuries and the arms I made, but he'll talk to you about doing it. If you don't want it to happen that way, you don't really need to, but it'll be a lot better for everyone if you do, including yourself."

You viciously pushed away the thought that everyone seemed to know better than you now that you'd gone and done something stupid. You knew what they said made sense, and honestly you just wanted the arms attached finally. You puffed out a sigh, sitting up and wiggling your hips to ease the numbness in your legs.

"I'll talk to him about it" you finally replied. Chopper smiled widely with a giggle and Franky shouted his iconic "SUUUPERRRRRR" as he clashed his arms together in his dumb pose. It made you smile a bit. There was a quiet knock on the door that lead to the deck, distracting you from the pair's antics.

"Come in!" you called. You fully expected it to be Usopp or Robin, as Nami had kept you company this morning. Sanji would've knocked from the kitchen and the others simply didn't care about knocking. The door didn't open right away, and Chopper made his way over to open it. When you saw who was on the other side, your breath was punched out of your lungs, and you stared with eyes widened in shock.

"Zoro!" Chopper called happily before he seemed to remember what had happened. The swordsman's gaze met yours, and he immediately looked away. His previous words pierced your heart again.

Pathetic. Ugly. Weak. He'd rather die than date someone who's like this.

Franky jumped into action, standing in front of you protectively and blocking your view of Zoro.

"What are you doing here?" He asked evenly. You heard feet shuffle and his scabbards clank together as your new visitor shifted uncomfortably.

"I wanna talk to her" Zoro replied in a gruff voice. Franky looked back and down at you. His hulking figure felt protective, like an older brother. You thought for a second. You were tired, but knew if you didn't hear what he had to say, you wouldn't be able to sleep.

"Let him in. But stay right outside, and leave the door cracked open" you ordered. You knew your lack of trust in him would hurt Zoro, but you didn't want to take any chances. Not again.

Franky traded places with the swordsman, and you heard the door's latch tap the frame before you settled yourself to look at your new visitor.

"What do you need?" you asked flatly.

He stood there, fiddling with his sword handles as he looked down at the floor.

"I... wanted to... apologize." He finally spat out. One hand was gripping his white sword handle.

"You wanted to?" you echoed, somewhat surprised. His jaw tightened, tanned skin rippling lightly by his temple.

"I... Luffy said I needed to"

Disappointment and sadness pierced your gut like a spear of ice.

"Oh. Thanks I guess." you said. You couldn't hide the harsh bitterness in your voice, making your words sound sarcastic and angry. Zoro's expression darkened in anger.

"I'm trying to apologize! Isn't that enough?!"

White hot fury ripped through you, burning your filter to ashes. The pain caused by his words, his attitude, for scaring you by punching the wall over your head, for yelling at you, and for his lack of affection and love during the scariest time in your life so far reared its head.

"I WANT YOU TO APOLOGIZE WHEN YOU MEAN IT, ZORO! NOT BECAUSE YOU WERE ORDERED TO!"

The door slammed open, and Franky entered, dragging the writhing swordsman out of the room as he yelled to be let go. The door shut quickly behind them, Chopper quickly bounding to your bedside as you sat there, shaking.

"Breathe for me, okay? I'm right here. You're safe." Chopper's voice brought a sense of calm familiarity to your spinning mind, slowing it slightly. You wanted to reach out to him, to pet his fur or feel the hardness of his cloven hooves. But your couldn't. Tears from panic blurred your vision, knowing you'd never be able to feel things the same way again. The warmth of his skin, the touch of his callouses between your fingers or tracing patterns on your arms, or the softness of his hair.

"I can't touch you" is what tumbled out of your mouth. Chopper moved forward, nuzzling your cheek with his own, wiping away the tears with his fur. He hugged your neck gently, breathing deeply so you could follow his example. You let him ease you into a better state of mind, smelling his fur and feeling how soft it was on your cheeks and neck.

You heard angry yelling outside, but you were so tired of the emotion that it just washed over you as you calmed yourself with Chopper's help. Eventually your rage faded into numbness, and you laid back on the bed with Chopper cuddling your side.

"Hey... when do you think I can walk again?" you murmured into the quiet of the room. Chopper shifted, looking up at you as he hummed.

"Whenever you feel ready. It will likely hurt because you'll want to move your arms for balance, but maybe we can put a chair outside the door so you can get some sun and fresh air?"

It was your turn to hum in thought.

"I like that idea, but I'm not ready to see Zoro again."

You flinched as a crash shook the entire ship, and more yelling accompanied the commotion. Chopper looked worriedly towards the door.

"Maybe tomorrow then?"

Tears welled in your eyes suddenly, and you felt stupid for crying. The adrenaline from the anger had dissipated by this point, and you could only feel hurt at what Zoro had said. You couldn't believe that the man you at one point fell in love with had said those things. That he was only apologizing because Luffy said he needed to.

I really am pathetic.

You sniffed, alerting the fluffy doctor to your tears. He quickly hopped off the bed and returned with a few tissues. You tried to send him a weak smile, but failed as your jaw clenched with raw emotion. You cried for about a half hour, tears falling continually as you swallowed sobs. You looked listlessly at the ceiling, recalling all the good times you had with him. The laughs, watching each other's backs in fights, the peaceful times stargazing with him, even when he made love to you. He was so kind and soft towards you, treating you like you were precious. Were you worthless now that you had lost your arms?

Your tears finally stopped, and you heard a light knock on the door leading to the kitchen. Sanji. Chopper called for him to come in. You couldn't bring yourself to even move, let alone speak.

"I brought some chocolate covered fruits for the lady" he said gently. You swallowed back a fresh wave of tears. Why do I deserve to be treated so kind? Zoro's made it plenty clear that I shouldn't be.

"Thanks Sanji!" Chopper chirped, eyeing the food. The cook smiled, pulling out another plate behind his back for the doctor. Chopper's victorious and excited laugh made your lips twitch upwards and Sanji grinned in delight at the little reindeer. You heard him munching on his snack while humming at the delicious taste. Sanji approached you, sitting on the chair that had be almost constantly occupied by your various crewmates through the week- all except one.

You turned your gaze away from the chef, studying the now very familiar swirls of the wood on the ceiling above you.

"Hungry?" he asked. You could see him holding up a piece of chocolate covered fruit out of the corner of your eye, and you sighed.

"You can feed it to Luffy" you said quietly. You could tell Sanji's smile dimmed significantly at your answer, but he tried again.

"Luffy has his own. You need to keep your strength up."

"I'm not hungry"

He put the plate on the nearby table and leaned his elbows on his knees, holding his chin in one hand and let the other relax onto the bed. You wished you could hold it. Just to feel something. You looked the opposite way from him until he was completely out of your perhephial.

"Are you really not hungry or do you believe you're not worthy of such food other than the bare minimum to keep you alive?" he questioned. You could feel Chopper staring at you, waiting for your answer. You shut your eyes. Sanji sighed.

"Chopper, do you mind letting her and I talk alone?" he asked quietly. The doctor must have nodded, because you heard his hooves on the wood before he opened and closed the door.

"We're alone. Do you want to answer now?" he asked gently. You opened your eyes.

"No. I don't want to answer" you tried. Sanji hummed under his breath.

"Look at me, at least" he commanded gently. You prepared yourself, sighing as you let your head flop over so you could look at his face.

"There you are" he smiled. You furrowed your brows in a sad frown, fighting back tears.

"Why is he acting like... this?" you asked quietly. Sanji tried to anger at the mention of the swordsman, but failed to keep the glint out of his eye.

"Men are... complicated. They're often not in touch with their emotions like yours truly, so they can't put a name to what they're feeling. Fear and terror are supposed to be expressed as anger, loyalty means to fight for someone instead of to be by their side through thick and thin, and anger itself is supposed to be expressed through violence. That's how men are supposed to be. That's how Zoro is. He's got the emotional intelligence of a rock. He was terrified of losing you, and ashamed he got knocked out because he didn't listen to your advice to run, which resulted in you losing your arms while you protected him. He feels guilty, terrified, and helpless whenever he sees you, but the only way he can express that is anger directed at you" he explained. You looked at him in wonder. All through this you hadn't wondered how Zoro might feel, but rather wondered why he was acting out at you.

Tears welled up yet again. Sanji looked at you in fearful concern.

"Hey hey, shhhhh you did nothing wrong. He should've told you, but he hasn't even been able to identify the emotions. He needs to find out for himself, or it won't be genuine when he does apologize to you."

You sniffed, stuttering out words around your sobs.

"B-but I-I should-d-d've known-n-n. I sh-should've thought! He's right! I-I'm path-thetic an-and ugly an-nd weak! How c-could he l-love s-s-some-one like me?"

Sanji soothed hair back from your face, tracing the curve of your eyebrow soothingly.

"Ah my dear. You are none of those things. How could you be? You are the exact opposite of pathetic and weak if you are on this crew, and you are beautiful enough to catch the eye of the stoic swordsman, as idiotic as he is. You protected someone you love, and yes, you lost part of you because of that, but you gained so much more. Our respect and love for you as our precious crewmate has only multiplied. We were brought face to face with what life without you would be like, and it only brought us sorrow. Please, my dear. You are incredible. Stunning. Strong. Trust me when I say he thinks the same."

You looked at him, lips parted with shock from his words.

"You promise?"

"I promise you that if he doesn't think that, then I will never cook for him again" he said, smiling gently. You sniffed.

"I... I don't know if I can... well..." you mumbled. Sanji caught onto what you were trying to say.

"Nobody is asking you or expecting you to forgive him for the things he said. Nobody is even asking you to love him the same way again, just to accept him as your fellow crewmate and friend. In fact, I think what he said was completely unforgivable with you in any state, let alone going through a time when you needed his affection." Anger colored his voice in the last sentence, but you knew he was right. It was unforgivable to you, at the very least right now. You sighed. All these emotions were making you crave something sweet.

As if he could read your mind, Sanji reached over to the plate he brought in earlier, and held up a piece of fruit to your lips with a smile. You took it, knowing that eventually, somehow and at some time, you would be okay.

444 notes · View notes

fairy-writes · 20 days ago

Note

Hello ^-^ Congrats got 1.6k you deserve it!

Can i please request prompt 8 with Soshiro from kaiju no 8

BREATHE WITH ME

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

__________________________________________________________________________

Prompt: “You know, they say crying has all these health benefits.”

Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Established Relationships, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Blood, Hemophobia (an irrational fear of blood), Sweetheart as a Nickname

Notes: We’re ignoring the fact that I wrote something similar with Morbius a while back.

Also, fun fact, I have a Hoshina phone charm on my phone!

TRIGGER WARNING FOR PANIC ATTACKS

__________________________________________________________________________

You should’ve known you weren’t cut out for kaiju extermination. In fact, you probably knew already. You just didn’t want to admit it.

It was evident even in the beginning. To say you were squeamish around blood would be an understatement. Even the sight of a slightly pink paper cut would send you spiraling into a mess of vomiting and tears and snot and panic.

But through it all, Soshiro was by your side.

You weren’t sure why he put up with you. He was… Amazing? Phenomenal? Completely out of your league? To say it simply, it was no wonder he was a vice-captain and you simply… weren’t.

The sirens awoke you in the middle of the night, sending you bolting out of bed and into your suit in record time. The cadets were bleary-eyed and fresh-faced, still learning the ropes, and it was your job as a senior officer to show them.

But they didn’t know about your… Issue? Phobia? Minor hiccup?

Who were you kidding? This was way more than a minor hiccup. But you could deal with it later. Right now, you have a kaiju to exterminate.

Things went south really quickly on what should have been a routine mission.

Well… Not at first. In fact, you were celebrating to yourself the fact that you hadn’t seen any blood yet other than kaiju ichor, but that hardly counted. It was strange, you could deal with the purplish ick that all kaiju had running through their veins. But the regular red stuff you had in yours? That was a huge no-no. Everyone in the platoon knew this and kept their bleeding injuries faaar away from you.

Everyone except for the cadets, that is.

The sound of someone calling your last name caught your attention. You were in the locker rooms, back to the door, cleaning your weapon with a clean cloth. Unlike Soshiro, you used guns. You were no good with knives or swords. Not as bad as Captain Ashiro, but still, your cooking skills were subpar, and your fiancé handled all the cooking in your home.

“Yes?” You ask and turn, not hearing a harsh “stop!” until it was too late.

Almost immediately, your eyes zeroed in and locked on the problem. A gash, nothing too major, but it might still scar. Blood seeped through the hastily applied bandages around Furuhashi Iharu's left arm.

But that was enough to trigger the panic.

Murky.

Red.

Pain.

Choking.

Everything was a swirl of colors, like a messed-up sort of carnival. You vaguely heard someone panting and crying on the edge of your hearing. But you could barely hear anything over the sound of your own thundering heartbeat.

“—et the vice-captain!”

What?

What was happening?

The overwhelming, cloying scent of iron was thick in your nostrils. It sucked the life out of you and made your knees and hands shake. Suddenly, something was cold against your back, and you realized you must’ve fallen against the lockers. There was a hand against your shoulder, and you flinched violently, jerking away. Your head cracked against the corner of the locker room bench, and you saw stars.

The hands didn’t stop. They kept trying to pull you up, pull you away, pull you toward the blood.

Distantly, you heard someone scream. It took you a few seconds to realize that it was you screaming. It was you panting and crying. It was all you.

A gentle hand.

A soothing voice.

“—eetheart, you gotta breathe. Breathe with me.”

Soshiro.

It was like slipping into a cool bath after being outside in sweltering hot weather, like coming inside to a crackling fire after being out in a blizzard. You let out a little gasp, and suddenly, it was like your vision cleared. The violet blob turned into your fiancé's face, and you could feel his calloused fingers gently cupping your face.

He was here.

He was real.

The blood was gone.

A grin cracked the corners of his mouth when he saw your gaze refocus on him.

“There we go. Good job, sweetheart. Welcome back.” He said, and although his voice was a whisper, you still flinched. His grin faltered lightly, but he pressed on.

“Can I help you up?” He whispered, even quieter now, and you nodded hesitantly.

“That would be nice.” You whimpered. Worry was evident in his eyes as he got to his feet and helped you up slowly.

“You took a pretty nasty hit t’ the noggin. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” He said, and you froze. Was Furuhashi still out there? He had been in the doorway when… Everything happened.

Soshiro caught on immediately, and he hummed lightly,

“He’s gone. He was the one who got me.” He said, and you nodded again.

“Okay.” You said softly and could still feel your heart racing in your chest. Soshiro kept a hand at your back and another at your elbow as he maneuvered you toward the infirmary.

The infirmary was empty save for the doctor. He had obviously dismissed everyone who could be dismissed by the time you arrived.

You were checked quickly, and other than a slight bump on the back of your head, you were given a clean bill of health. There wasn’t a concussion, so you were told to go home and rest. Soshiro drove you both home. His hand was on your thigh the entire time, his other hand on the steering wheel. You leaned your head on the cold passenger side window.

The ride home was silent.

“Why do you put up with me?” You asked as he unlocked the door to your shared apartment. He paused while fiddling with the door.

“Because I love you.” He said simply, and your teeth ground together.

“But why?” You demanded, and he sighed, turning to look at you.

“Because you make me better. I love you, all of you.” He said earnestly, and you felt tears in your already puffy eyes.

“I love you too, Soshiro.” You whisper, and your heart flutters at the sight of his grin.

“I know.” He says cheekily, and you thump him on the arm.

He doesn’t even flinch.

As tears fall down your face, you can’t help but laugh.

“You know, they say crying has all these health benefits.” You blubber, and his smile just gets warm, wrinkling the corners of his eyes as he leans in to give you a watery kiss.

#hoshina soshiro x reader #hoshina soshiro x you #soshiro hoshina x reader #soshiro hoshina x you #kn8 x reader #kn8 x you #kn8 x y/n #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 x you #fairy writes #fairy1.6kfollowers

95 notes · View notes

warabidakihime · 1 year ago

Text

A Glimpse Beyond Grief: Chapter 1

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x Reader | Office AU | Both characters are in their early 30s | toji is good daddy in this uwu

Synopsis: galactically intertwined journey of two souls: one navigating the depths of loss, the other offering a beacon of healing. through witty banter and unspoken connections, they find solace in unexpected places, uncovering the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love to mend even the most shattered hearts.

Content warning: profanity, (eventual) smut, highkey adult themed, can be psychologically and emotionally triggering for some so read with caution.

A/N: there might be a few typos. will fix them once i get home later :D

Toji's integration into JJK Holdings marked the beginning of a positive turn for the company. His initial weeks on the job showcased not only his professional prowess but also his ability to seamlessly blend into the workplace culture. Armed with a wealth of experience and a versatile skill set, Toji quickly established himself as a valuable asset within the organization.

From the outset, Toji's work station was strategically placed right beside yours, a deviation from the conventional placement of executive assistants. This unique arrangement was a deliberate choice aimed at fostering efficient communication and easy accessibility.

The camaraderie between you and Toji flourished effortlessly. The rapport that began during his final interview continued to evolve positively. Both of you displayed a natural inclination for engaging conversations, creating an atmosphere that transcended the typical professional hierarchy. Toji, in particular, appreciated the pleasant surprise of a welcoming lunch on his first day, a gesture that left a lasting impression.

In the short span of a few weeks, Toji's impact on the company became palpable. Beyond his exceptional work outputs, his insights into critical business matters proved invaluable. This was evident in the recent town hall meeting where the Chief Human Resources Officer shared the news of a doubling in overall revenue for the previous month.

The positive momentum extended to JJK Holdings' first face-to-face event since the onset of the pandemic. Toji's involvement in the event planning proved instrumental, contributing significantly to its success. His presence didn't go unnoticed, as distinguished guests recognized him, leading to fruitful networking opportunities. Three guests were so impressed that they decided to form strategic partnerships with JJK Holdings, culminating in the signing of two partnership contracts just a week ago. Notably, one of these contracts involved Gojo Enterprise, a major player in property and real estate development led by Gojo Satoru, last year's most influential business tycoon in Asia.

Toji and Satoru's history goes way back to their college days, where they both vied for the title of their alma mater's most outstanding pupil. The dynamic between the two was vividly on display at the recent event. Picture this: you're with Nanami Kento, your Associate Director from the learning and development department, when Satoru's voice echoes across the venue, calling out Toji's name. Cue the nerve-wracking jump scare. Initially, you thought a fight was brewing, only to discover that it was just their peculiar way of interacting – a mix of banter and wrestling, to be precise.

Knowing Satoru's penchant for bickering, you should have seen it coming. After all, you and Satoru share a history from your master's degree days at the same school. Toji, despite his displeasure, didn't back down. Instead, he pulled Satoru into a headlock, leaving onlookers both horrified and confused. Satoru, in his typical fashion, grinned like a madman while being manhandled by the visibly muscular Toji.

The second company to approach you wasn't after a partnership but sought to leverage your organization's services. Ms. Ieri Shoko, Founder, and CEO of CureWave Pharmaceuticals expressed interest in tapping into your talent acquisition expertise to aid in their expansion across Japan and other parts of Asia. Interestingly, Shoko is more than just a business contact; she's a childhood friend. In your earlier years, you contemplated a career in healthcare, a path Shoko embraced. However, your journey led you to oversee a human capital solutions company, a role uncertainly assumed, but one you inherited through your grandparents. JJK Holdings, established by them, became your responsibility upon your grandfather's passing. His trust in your skills, coupled with being his favorite grandchild, added a layer of significance to your role.

As the Executive Director in your third year, the organization has already soared under your leadership. With Toji now at your side, the potential for further growth feels limitless.

"Hey, Toji, mind if I ask you something?" you called out from your desk, amidst the task of arranging a meeting with your group heads.

"You're already asking a question," Toji retorted playfully. Without looking, you could almost picture the smug smirk he wore, prompting a playful eye roll from you.

Amidst crafting an email blast for event attendees, Toji's concentration broke with the sound of your voice. The email aimed to express gratitude and nurture potential collaborations by promptly reaching out to leads. You had instructed Toji to compose it, pending your approval for scheduling at the most opportune time.

"So, what's on your mind?" Toji inquired, stretching from his desk after finishing the emails.

"Before joining us, you applied to other companies, right?" you queried.

"Yeah, I did. Why?" Toji replied.

Tilting your head, your lips formed a pout of mild confusion. "Well, you mentioned that it took you five months to secure a job here. It's a bit puzzling considering your impressive credentials and the fact that esteemed business leaders know you and hold you in high regard."

Toji chuckled. "Well, the companies I applied to couldn't meet my salary expectations, or a handful of them thought I was overqualified. They appreciated my qualifications, but when it came to negotiating compensation, they hesitated to match my preferred amount. Truth be told, I actually undersold myself when applying here, just so I could finally land a job."

"Wait, really?" Your voice carried a note of astonishment as you processed his revelation.

Toji leaned back, a sheepish grin crossing his face as he shrugged. "Yeah, really. I guess I was just tired of the constant rejections and decided to take a chance here."

You shook your head with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "So, you basically tricked us into hiring you for a bargain?"

His laughter filled the air, a warm and genuine sound that lightened the atmosphere. "Well, 'tricked' might be a strong word. Let's just say I saw an opportunity and seized it. And I've got no regrets."

"Unbelievable," you chuckled, shaking your head once more. "I can't decide if you're audacious or clever."

"To be fair, it worked out well for both parties," Toji remarked, his tone still lighthearted. "I landed a job, and you got yourself a skilled team member."

Leaning back in your chair, you wore a thoughtful expression. "True. But just remember, Toji, next time we negotiate your salary, I won't let you get away so easily."

Toji raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And here I was hoping for a lifetime of discounted employment."

The air was light with laughter, the bond between you and Toji growing with every shared moment. As the laughter subsided, Toji's playful demeanor shifted, and his expression turned earnest. "I owe you, you know. You saved my ass."

You tilted your head, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "Consider it part of the 'discounted employment' package: endless gratitude and the occasional coffee run for the boss."

Toji's eyes widened in feigned shock. "A catch! I knew it. But a few cups of coffee are a small price for salvation."

Another burst of laughter echoed in the room, creating a momentary bubble of warmth. When it settled, you rose from your chair, stretching fatigued limbs. "Speaking of coffee, it’s midday. Care to join me for a cup?" you proposed, approaching his desk.

"Sure. Just need to wrap up this draft," Toji replied, his focus on the monitor. You positioned yourself beside him, your arm casually draped over his office chair, and your gaze fell upon the email drafts. A smile danced on your lips. His eloquence shone brightly in his words.

"Hey, big guy, you've got a typo right here," you observed, pointing out the minor error.

"Woops. Don’t deduct that from my paycheck. I’ll do better next time, boss." Toji joked, earning a playful smack on his shoulders from you. Laughter spilled through the office, infusing it with a comfortable warmth.

"Oh, you can be sure I'll be cashing in that favor at the most unexpected moment," you declared, a playful lilt in your voice.

Toji chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll be ready and waiting, boss."

With a final shared grin, you both headed for the office exit. The break room was close, and the idea of a hot cup of coffee was too tempting to resist. As you walked, conversation flowed effortlessly from work matters to lighter topics, deepening the camaraderie.

In the break room, you both fixed your preferred brews, the coffee scent filling the air as you leaned against the counter. Toji took a sip, visibly pleased.

"This is the real fuel that keeps me going," he quipped, nodding at his cup.

You raised yours. "To caffeine, the unsung hero of productivity."

Cups clinked, laughter followed. Even with the gloomy weather outside, the cheerful vibe persisted. Amidst sips, you found a brief respite from work.

"I hope the rain stops soon. It’s been raining for a while, right?" you observed, looking at the raindrops against the window. Toji agreed.

"Yeah, I'm hoping for that too. Traveling is a hassle in the rain. Traffic becomes unbearable, and I end up getting home late," Toji shared, a touch of discomfort in his expression.

Curious about his family life, you asked, "When you work on-site, who takes care of your kids?"

"My in-laws. They're nearby, so they help with the kids when I'm here."

Nodding, you said, "It's nice that you have a good relationship with your in-laws."

"I owe them a lot. They took care of Megumi and Tsumiki when I was still grieving over my wife," Toji shared, taking another sip.

A warm smile appeared as you asked, "You have two daughters?"

Toji chuckled and shook his head. "No, I have a daughter and a son. I named him 'Megumi' to signify his role as a blessing in our lives. It might sound sentimental, but during my wife's pregnancy with him, there were more challenges compared to when she was expecting our daughter. The doctor mentioned a high risk for both him and my wife. He was also born prematurely and had to spend some time in the NICU after his birth."

As Toji delved into his personal life, his gaze became distant, as if he were revisiting memories, both joyful and painful. His storytelling held an inexplicable allure, captivating you. You felt drawn to his narrative, like a moth to a flame, and in this scenario, Toji was the flame.

Attempting to suppress the fluttering butterflies proved futile; the more you resisted, the stronger your heart's rhythm echoed, amplifying the emotions welling up inside you as you looked at your right-hand man. It wasn’t entirely your fault – the guy was undeniably attractive. His face, his hair, and, oh god, his physique. You had to avert your eyes during his final interview. And his voice? Unbelievable. You didn’t mean to ogle at somebody else’s husband, but damn.

Meanwhile, Toji grappled with a whirlwind of emotions—longing, shame, sadness, hope, and confusion. His wife remained a sensitive subject, yet he found himself freely discussing her with you. It was only the second time her name had come up in your conversations, yet there was a growing sense of comfort in sharing his feelings with you.

Toji spent a significant amount of time deciphering the emotions within him. He concluded that what he felt towards you was akin to the "suspension bridge effect." Amidst grappling with depression, grief, and a string of job rejections, you emerged as his unexpected savior. You became the catalyst that propelled him from point A to point B. Not that he was financially destitute during his unemployment period—quite the opposite. However, successive setbacks left him grappling with a sense of inadequacy.

In essence, you helped him put his life back in motion.

However, even after settling on this conclusion, he couldn't deny the palpable connection between the two of you. Toji was certain that you felt it too. Yet, like him, you were navigating the maze of your own emotions. For all he knew, you had your own personal circumstances. But when the day arrived for both of you to face each other and your burgeoning feelings, Toji was more than willing to explore that with you.

"How old is Megumi now?" you inquired curiously. Toji responded with a gentle, paternal smile: "He's turning eight in three months."

"Really? Can I..." Your voice trailed off, gradually growing softer. Toji noticed the change and turned his gaze toward you, silently encouraging you to continue. Meeting his eyes, you found the strength to speak once more: "Can I give him a birthday gift?"

"Absolutely, you're more than welcome to," Toji chuckled, placing his empty cup aside.

You smiled and said, "Please tell me what he likes, so I can get the right gift for him."

"Try books. He loves to read," Toji said, then shortly after, a laugh slipped through his lips as he thought of something about his son, "From the amount of content he’s consumed through reading, he’s becoming a smartass by the day, though it’s also safe to say he got that part of his personality from me."

"Oh, I wouldn’t be surprised," you teased, earning a cheeky squeeze on your sides.

If it weren’t for your lightning reflexes, you would have coffee spilled all over you. "Hey! Watch it!" You said to him, but your tone and delivery sounded anything but annoyed.

If anything, the gesture made your heart jump. In just a short period of time, the two of you became so close that you're comfortable poking each other and addressing one another without any honorifics. The line between superior and subordinate has vanished. It's not that you're uptight about superiority, but rather that your relationship has evolved beyond traditional hierarchies.

After the incident, something clicked, and you realized that the crush you've been harboring for Toji had finally taken hold. Much to your dismay (or not.) His demeanor that day completely enchanted you, and it's fair to say he effortlessly charmed his way into your heart without even trying.

The question now is: will you act on these feelings and pursue him?

The honest truth is, you're not quite sure, at least not yet. It's clear that Toji still holds onto the memories of his late wife, and you want to be respectful of that. At this point, you believe it's best to let things unfold naturally and see where life takes the two of you.

"So, you're ready to go back?" Toji inquired, turning to you after washing his cup.

You nodded and rinsed yours as well, saying, "Yup, let's head back."

After a much-needed caffeine refill, you both returned to your office to resume your tasks. Engrossing conversations about everything under the sun filled the day. Time flew by rapidly as you became absorbed in both work and dialogue. When you eventually checked your phone, it was already 5:00 p.m.

Toji stood up, stretching for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. "I hope the traffic isn't too bad," he commented, glancing out the window to check if the rain had stopped, thankfully finding that it had.

"Perhaps you should consider moving closer to the office," you suggested as you organized your belongings. "That way, you won't have to worry about heavy traffic or long travel times."

"I am considering that, but the kids are still in school," Toji replied, "so I might have to wait until the school year's over before we can move."

"I suppose moving abruptly would also stress them out."

"Yeah, that's another factor. Well, are you ready to go?" Toji asked, standing by the door while waiting for you to finish gathering your things.

"Yeah, let's—"

"Y/N."

A deep, commanding voice suddenly resonated within your once peaceful office. Upon hearing it, you stood frozen in place, your heart racing for all the wrong reasons, all of which didn't go unnoticed by your executive assistant, and his eyes trailed to the man standing by your office door.

After a few seconds, you begrudgingly decided to acknowledge your visitor.

"Kenjaku."

#warabidakihime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagine

110 notes · View notes

marleyelona · 7 months ago

Text

Beautiful Redemption

(THE PORN STAR)

"Redemption lies in the beauty of second chances."

In which; Wendy Case's baby sister finds herself drawn to a particular man wearing the reaper.

Status: ongoing

22/04/2024-present

SOA: S2-

Chibs Telford x fem! oc

Starring: Giorgia Whigham (Avery Case) and Timothy Olyphant (Stanley Case)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Avery Case, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work as their own in anyway.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to the creators. I also DO the collages, covers, tags and trailers that are made. The majority of the pictures are made by A.I imaging.

⚠️WARNING 18+⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, abuse, possiblity of sexual abuse and/or rape, gore, fighting, drug and alcohol abuse, criminal activity, guns, sex work, large relationship age gap, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue.

CHAPTER ONE

Family Matters

[ Small Tears ]

"I think it stems from my raging Daddy issues."

~ AVERY CASE to CHIBS TELFORD

AVERY'S OUTFIT

THE HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM buzzed with the muted sounds of whispered conversations and the occasional beep of medical equipment. Luann Delaney, the matriarch of the porn industry, hovered over one of her girls, Avery Case, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. With a gentle touch, she dabbed at Avery's bloody nose, trying to stem the flow of blood.

"It's gonna be okay," she assured her with a gentle tone. "Just tip your head back a little bit. I don't think it's broken.

"Wait a minute, hang on to that," Luann instructed, passing the tissue to Avery, before her attention shifted to the entrance.

Two figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention. Jax Teller and Chibs Telford, members of the notorious Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

Luann wasted no time addressing the newcomers, her voice tinged with anger, "I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her," she admonished, gesturing towards a bruised and battered Avery.

Jax's eyes widened in shock as he rushed to kneel in front of Avery, his heart sinking at the sight of her injuries, "Holy shit, Avery," he breathed, his voice heavy with concern and guilt.

Luann's curiosity piqued as she observed the interaction between Jax and Avery, "Wait, you two know each other?"

Jax nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Avery's battered form, "Yeah, she's my ex-wife's baby sister," he confirmed, his tone laced with regret. "This was Caruso?"

Avery confirmed Jax's words with a nod, her voice strained with pain, "Yeah, little prick," she muttered, her eyes locking with his.

Jax's expression softened as he gently brushed Avery's hair out of her face, his heart aching at her words, "Oh, God, darlin', I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't even know you were still in the game. I thought you were at school up in Nevada."

"The old man's got a crank debt the size of Indiana Hills," Avery explained her predicament, the desperation evident in her voice. "I gotta pay it off or they'll kill him, Jax," she confessed, her words weighted with the burden of responsibility. "I mean, he was a shitty father, but he doesn't deserve to die."

Jax's anger flared at the mention of Avery's father, his fists clenched in frustration. Stanley Case was not a good man, he abused both Avery and Wendy throughout their entire childhood, both mentally and physically. He abused both alcohol and drugs, putting them first before his own family, which usually resulted with him going to prison for short periods of time on and off, or to disappear for months on end, leaving his daughters to fend for themselves.

But Audrey had a heart of gold, which made her very naive at times, always falling back into old patterns. She believed everyone deserved a second chance, so that's what she gave her father time and time again, which got her into some pretty sticky situations. Unlike Wendy, who had cut off their father years ago.

"So, he's resorted to letting his little girl get rear-ended in front of the camera?!" Jax spat, his eyes blazing with fury.

Avery shook her head, "I don't do that shit anymore. I mainly do solo work, with the occasional blow job," she admitted, her words heavy with shame.

Jax's anger continued to simmer beneath the surface as he processed Avery's words, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution, "There's gotta be a better way," he insisted, his voice laced with determination.

"This is the quickest way to pay back Darby," she said with a sigh. If she had a choice she wouldn't be doing this either, but she didn't want to find her father dead in a ditch one day.

Jax's expression softened as he reached out to gently examine Avery's bruised face, his heart breaking at her pain, "Shit, Aves. What did this animal do to you?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.

"Tell them what Georgie said," Luann interjected, urging Avery to repeat the threatening message from Georgie.

Avery hesitated, before revealing the extent of Georgie's threat, her words a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in their world, "He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again, he's going to roll the cameras while he jams his dіck up all your asses," she recounted, her voice trembling with fear.

Jax's features hardened as he vowed to take action, his fists clenched in silent fury, "I'm gonna go fuck this guy up. You alright?" he asked, his concern evident as he searched Avery's eyes for reassurance.

Avery nodded, a flicker of determination igniting within her despite the pain, "Yeah, I'll pull through," she affirmed, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.

Jax pressed a tender kiss to Avery's cheek, before rising to his feet, his gaze lingering on her form with a mixture of affection and determination, "I'll catch ya later, darlin'," he promised, his voice a solemn vow as he prepared to face the threat head-on.

Luann's voice cut through the tension, her tone a mix of warning and concern as she addressed Jax, "Jax, don't you do anything!" she admonished, her words a desperate plea for restraint amidst the escalating chaos.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!" Jax roared back, his face full of fury. "He came after my family! Now, it's personal! Get her patched up! Call the rest of your talent, tell them to lock their goddamn doors!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.

As Jax and Chibs prepared to leave, Luann's voice echoed with a note of apology as she recoiled, slight fear over taking her features at Jax's outburst.

"Should we call Clay?" Chibs asked, moving in toe with his V.P.

"Nah, I'll handle it. I need you to make sure she gets home. Keep her safe," Jax replied, motioning to Avery, who was now being comforted by Luann once more as the tears of pain and fear started to overwhelm her.

"All right, Jackie boy," with a nod of understanding and a pat on the back, Chibs accepted the responsibility, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jax depart, before heading back over to Avery and Luann.

***

Stepping through the doors to Avery's upstairs apartment, Chibs' eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight before him.

The apartment was dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lights, casting shadows on cracked walls. The air was heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and mildew. Rusty pipes groaned in protest as water dripped from leaky faucets. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance, punctuating the constant hum of urban decay.

Although, despite the neglect, the apartment displayed a sense of home with mismatched furniture arranged in a cozy layout. A threadbare rug covers the worn linoleum floor, and faded curtains hung from the windows, attempting to soften the harsh sites of the rough streets. Despite the cracks in the walls, framed photos and knick-knacks added a personal touch of Avery.

"Thanks for dropping me off and walking me to the door, Filip," Avery said as she closed the door behind them, discarding her bag, phone and keys on the kitchen counter.

"Anytime, lass," Chibs said, his Scottish accent filling the air. And Avery wasn't going to lie, she found the sound of his voice very attractive.

While Chibs came to lean on the kitchen counter, his arms folded over his chest, Avery pulled the fridge open, grabbing herself a water, before offering one to Chibs, who waved a dismissive hand, shaking his head.

"But if you don’t mind me asking," Chibs started to say, observing the blonde closely as she came to sit at the dining table cross legged. "You seem like a sweet girl, how do you end up sucking dick for a living?"

Avery choked on a mouth full of water at the abrupt question, placing the bottle of water down in front of her, she let out a sigh, before replying, "I think it stems from my raging daddy issues."

Chibs chuckled, a smirk crossing his face as he shook his head in amusement.

But Avery's expression was dead serious, "I'm not kidding."

All amusement dropped from Chibs’ face at the girl's words.

"I got into the escort business right out of school," Avery started to explain, a hint of sadness etched in her tone. "My mum took off when I was a baby. And my dad was in and out of prison, and when he wasn’t, he was never really around, so it was just me and Wendy. If we didn’t work, we didn't eat, we didn't bath - It kept the lights on. And as time went by I just got deeper and deeper into the industry."

A sympathetic expression crossed Chibs' face as he felt a pang at his heart for the young woman, "I'm sorry," he said softly.

"I'm not," she retorted, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly at Chibs' surprised expression. "I know where I come from, and I know who I am. Sometimes life deals you a rough hand, and you do what you have to do to make it through. We all have our own deck of cards to play. Isn't that why you wear that kutte?"

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, nodding his head in agreement, "I guess so," he said, striding forward and pulling out a chair, before taking a seat across from Avery.

Avery watched him cautiously with a hint of confusion, "You don't have to stay, you know. I'll be fine," she assured. "Jax is being way too overprotective."

But Chibs didn't even attempt to move as he simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, "I think it's best that I do, they might come back."

"If you insist," she said, making it to her feet. "There's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'm gonna shower," she declared, starting to remove her clothes right in front of him without a care in the world, before heading into her bathroom.

Chibs’ eyes widened as he watched her go, her bare ass on full display.

But as Avery pushed the door close, a crack remained, so Chibs was able see her through the mirror.

Seconds later, the sound of the shower running filled the air, a steady cascade of water against tile echoing softly through the room. But moments later, Chibs' ears caught onto the distant murmuring sound of a girl moaning. His interest piqued as he leaned slightly closer to the door, still seated on the chair in the dining room and as he turned his gaze to the bathroom mirror once more, he caught sight of exactly what she was doing with that damn shower head.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Chibs cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face as he readjusted himself in his pants that seemed to have become very tight all of a sudden.

***

The door to the clubhouse closed behind Avery as stepped inside behind her brother-in-law.

Jax's mind raced with plans and possibilities, each thought a puzzle piece in his quest to protect those he cared about. Yet amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one idea shone brightly like a beacon of hope.

Turning to face Avery, Jax's gaze softened with a newfound determination, "Avery, listen to me," he began. "I know things are tough right now, but maybe there's another way of doing things."

Avery's eyes flickered with curiosity, a glimmer of hope stirring within her weary heart, "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Jax took a step closer, "I want you to come work for the club," he explained, his words measured yet filled with sincerity. "We could use some extra hands behind the bar at Samcro parties. And Mum can always use a hand with paper work at TM."

Avery's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the offer before her, "But what about my dad's debt?" she questioned, her stress evident in her tone.

Jax's gaze locked with hers, "I'll talk to the guys, see if we can work something out," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Maybe we can use some of the money earned at parties to help pay off your old man's debt faster."

A flicker of hope danced in Avery's eyes as she considered Jax's offer, the prospect of freedom tantalisingly close, "You'd do that for me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Jax nodded, his expression filled with unwavering certainty, "You're family, Avery," he affirmed, his words a solemn vow. "And family takes care of each other."

A smile tugged at the corners of Avery's lips as she reached out to grasp Jax's hand, her touch a silent expression of gratitude, "Thank you, Jackie," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jax offered her a small smile, his heart filled with hope for the girl's future, "I'm gonna get you out of the life, Aves, I promise you that."

***

AVERY'S OUTFIT

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the soft murmur of conversation as Chibs settled onto a stool, his weary frame sinking into the familiar embrace of the worn leather. Avery stood behind the bar, her movements fluid as she worked with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of Chibs.

"What can I get ya?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she met his gaze.

"A whiskey neat, darlin'," Chibs replied, his brogue soft yet filled with warmth as he returned her smile.

As Avery served him the drink, Chibs took a sip, the smooth burn of the whiskey warming him from the inside out. Yet as he savored the familiar taste, Avery's words cut through the air like a knife.

"So, did you enjoy the show?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

In shock, Chibs spit out his drink, the amber liquid splashing against the bar as he struggled to regain his composure.

Avery couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her laughter a melodic sound amidst the chaos of the bar, "I could see you watching me earlier," she admitted teasingly.

Chibs cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met Avery's gaze, "I'm sorry, lass, but you didn't exactly close the door."

Avery shrugged, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes, "Yeah, I'm so used to people watching me. It doesn't really affect me anymore," she confessed. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But I guess it was just the adrenaline - I needed a release."

Chibs nodded understandingly, his expression filled with empathy, "No judgment here, lass," he assured her. "You do what you gotta do."

Avery smiled gratefully with a hint of cheekiness to it - Chibs could tell she was going to be a hand full.

"You want another?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she gestured towards his empty glass.

"Aye, love one," Chibs replied, his voice filled with gratitude as he handed her the glass.

As Avery took the glass from Chibs' hand, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, before they both brushed it off, returning to their roles with practiced ease.

With a small smile, Avery served Chibs his drink, the warmth of their brief connection lingering in the air like a promise of something yet to come.

A/N:

23/04/2024

This is a possible fanfiction that I want to write, so if you enjoy please let me know and I will definitely continue this story.

~ Marley 😄

#chibs telford #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #jax teller #fanfiction #original character #writers on tumblr #reading #books #clay morrow #bobby munson #juice ortiz #giorgia whigham #tommy flanagan #timothy olyphant #tig trager #gemma teller #tara knowles

24 notes · View notes

g4yforethan · 1 year ago

Text

betrayal part 2

pairing: jill roberts x male!reader

summary: reader wakes up in the hospital as jill tries to finish act three

warnings: violence, cursing

you woke up. you were in pain and felt light-headed. you were in the hospital by yourself as you heard dozens of news reporters outside your window updating the people of woodsboro of what had happened. “y/n roberts is currently in the hospital alongside his older sister, jill roberts, and their cousin sidney prescott. it is believed by the police that y/n orchestrated the 2011 woodsboro killings and after being released from the hospital, we believe that we will see all three of them in court.”

sidney? she’s alive ? you knew that jill wasn’t going to be able to get out this innocent. all you had to do was wait for sidney to wake up. all of a sudden, you hear someone enter the room. it's jill. your heart starts to race and your adrenaline kicks in. "i mean killing you and sidney was the original plan but this might even be better." "no it won't. sidney remembers everything jill and she's gonna help me. you're never gonna get away with this." “aww y/n haven’t you heard? the doctors are saying that sidney might not remember what happened so looks like all evidence leads back to you. but you both still need to die.”

she climbs onto your bed and starts pushing her fingers into your wounds. you scream in agonizing pain and push her off. you get on top of her and try to choke her but she knees you and gets the upper hand. she grabs a bedpan and starts whacking you in the head repeatedly. “fucking die already!” the pain is unbearable. you begin to pass out. she thinks you’re dead. out of nowhere, sidney walks in. "sidney um- i just came to see him and he tried to attack me again but i think he's dead." sidney stares at jill. she doesn't believe her. "sidney- what- what's wrong? he’s the killer!” sidney knows the truth. she remembers everything. "no jill. you are. you're the killer." "what? what do you-" jill is furious by the look on her face. "you know what fuck it." jill charges at sidney and the two of them fight on the ground.

jill pulls out a gun and tries to shoot sidney in the head. "you really think i'm that fucking stupid?" she puts the gun on sidney's head. her finger is on the trigger. "you have no fucking idea how long i've been waiting to do this. y/n i think you're gonna wanna see this." she turns around but you were gone. she looks around the hospital room but you're nowhere to be found. "i'll find him no worries. so sidney, any last words before i blow your head off?" she sees you slowly and quietly approach jill with a defibrillator. "yeah. clear." "clear?" "clear!" you turn it on and put it straight to jill's head. she shakes and screams in agony and falls to the ground.

you look at sidney who is relieved that it's all over. you look over at jill and begin to tear up. your own sister had killed a majority of your friends and you. she was a stranger to you. she was no longer your sister. it hit you that now you had no one. not your mom, not your friends, no one. you sit down next to sidney. "i don't know what i'm gonna do now. everyone i know is dead. my whole family is gone." tears begin to roll down your eyes. "you're not alone y/n. you have me. i'm your family. i know this isn't gonna be easy getting over it never fucking is but we have each other to look out for and to protect." you smile at what she says and you hug each other. a sense of relief and joy fills your body.

all of a sudden, you feel something behind you. you grab the gun and shoot regardless of who was there. jill gasps and falls to the ground, dropping a shard of glass. she's dead. dewey and gale come rushing in. "sidney, y/n what's wrong?!" "a little too late for that dewey." gale looks behind you and sees jill lying on the ground. "oh my god. jill was the killer?! she almost got away with it." "mhm they never do." you tell her and walk over to where jill is laying. "you never got to be the main star after all jill. that's gotta hurt no?"

#scream vi #male reader insert #malereader #male reader #emma roberts #scream x male reader #scream #scream franchise #jill roberts x reader #jill roberts #sidney prescott x reader #sidney prescott #male reader fanfic #fanfic #scream fanfic #scream fandom

73 notes · View notes

soft-persephone · 1 year ago

Text

Normal Peter B Parker x WMMA Fighter!Spider-Woman!Reader AU

AU blurb. // idk that the word count is because I just wrote this on here.// Masterlist

I write with black women in mind but of course it’s for every woman.

I have a soft spot for Peter B. Parker, and this has been running around in my mind for a while. I just needed to get some of it out. Desperately.

So in a world obsessed with Miguel, here’s a little Peter B. I’m equally obsessed. Peter just wins in my brain.

Warning: indirect self harm. ( not eating or taking care of one’s person), mention of blood. Allusion to violence. Minor depression episode.( nothing too major or bad, but slightly possible to be triggering.

A Universe where he isn’t the hero and you are!

Your name is NOT MJ!

You’ve been Spider Woman for a good 7 years.

You’ve gotten the hang of saving people and keeping your identity secret. You’ve worked with the Avengers ONCE!

And you never want to do it again.

They were nice and all, but someone’s been spreading a particular rumor ever since, and you are not to happy about it. You refuse to even talk about, least the press run with it and claim it’s true.

You’ve been fighting more crime than you ever had in your entire career.

But what sucks most is you don’t get to set time aside from your normal life and your life as Spider Woman to see PB Parker.

He was your everything.

Which is almost embarrassing to admit because he doesn’t even know what you look like.

HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!

But that doesn’t stop you from seeing him.

Lord knows, you’ve saved his life more than enough times.

The first time you ever saved his life was when he was working for a particular scientist in a particular lab.

Neither of you were aware of the secret illegal lab underneath the main lab.

After some unrelated investigating before you had even met. Your super smart play cousin who hooked you up with your spider suit and other techy stuff, was the one who told you to look into this lab. Faking as a journalist you snoop around only to befriend Dr. Octavius’ number one man. Dr Peter B. Parker

He talked, ALOT.

And you liked to listen.

A few bad guys and one giant explosion later, he was in your arms as you swung around the city.

It was not the first or the last time.

“Do you hold every citizen like this after you save them?” You held the side of his face before brushing a hand through his hair, “Only the special ones.”

It was like that between you two for a while.

Three months to be exact.

“I saw you on the news this morning! The way you swooped down and around was insane!” You smiled. Taking a sip of coffee.

Meeting at what used to be his favorite coffee shop was becoming a favorite of yours. It had a fancy star and everything.

“I’ve always wanted to eat in a place like this when I was young.” His big brown eyes would droop for a moment. Watering just a tad before he’d smile again like nothing was happening. As if there were no sad memories running around in his head.

“And with a fancy scientist salary, now I can!”

All the fancy places he liked to eat, the food trucks on random corners, the restaurant only certain people new about, he’d bring you food from them all.

He had a nice studio apartment. A sizable living room and kitchen, a small stairway that led up to a bed that hanged over it all. Nothing too fancy, but it was evident how well off he was.

After every other long night of crime fighting, you’d swing by his balcony, hoping to see him there.

He would always bring you food, always knowing you skipped a meek or two, but outside of that. It was always about the chance to see each other, to talk to each other, and you would raise your mask, just right above your nose, and you would eat. You would talk.

He would tell you about Aunt May or his uncle.

You would tell him about your mom. How you don’t know much about your dad. The life you had with your cousin and her parents. The boxing matches and fighter you adored.

But only so much. Not enough to give you away. Only so much until your heart ached and you couldn’t say anything else.

He asked about your suit and was very disappointed in its jersey moisture wicking cotton blend material. He was even sadder when you told him it was very replaceable because of its nature to rip apart or catch fire or unravel altogether.

“You need to let me make you something.” He would fuss. “Something that could actually keep you safe.”

“Something that will last!”

You would only laugh in response.

“I’ll hold you too that.”

But one day you came to him covered in blood and bruises.

“Spider Woman?”

You laughed.

It was a dry, hoarse, and wretched sound that muddied the joy you felt. You had only wanted to see him.

You reached to touch his cheek. To wipe away the tears from his big brown eyes and let him know you’d be alright.

But you winced, and it filled him with even more fear.

“Don’t move.” His voice was firm, but full with emotion.

You needed to save him from his worry. You thought.

“PB.” You muttered weakly.

“You need to go to the hospital.” He smiled through his tears and you were glad. However, tears were now filling your eyes. You could only blink away so many. The mask covering your face was making it hard to see.

“I can’t do that, Peter. You know I can’t do that.”

“Call an avenger or something! I’m not leaving until you do!”

You reached for his face, and he bent down, meeting you half way so you wouldn’t have to raise your arm so high.

The blood from your hand smeared his stubble, your thumb leaving a ghastly trail from his chin to his cheek.

You put your hand down in shame.

This isn’t what you wanted.

You couldn’t do this to him. You refused to ever put him through this.

You mustered ever once of remaining strength in your body to stand.

Peter chiding and scolded you with every movement.

“W-what what are you doing? Sit back down! You were gonna call someone.”

He followed you to the ledge. Pleasing and pleading in your ear.

You hugged him.

You ignored how your blood that stained his clothes. How his body on your made your every pore on your skin scream. You stayed there until he stopped shaking. Until his voice was horse and dry from yelling and crying over you.

Then you pulled back, cupping both sides of his face in your hands.

“Peter,” he placed both hands over yours, squeezing as tight as he could, “I’m sorry.”

And you jumped.

It wasn’t the time you two saw each other.

Lord knows that would have killed you both if it didn’t drive either of you insane first.

If his life was ever in danger, you swore you could feel it just as any other sense of danger you could get.

You could taste it in the air.

While that part of your relationship didn’t change, the time you spent with each other after each save surely did.

“Are you alright. . .sir?” You gently placed him on the ground. The crowd of people around you screaming and clapping.

“Yeah. . .thank you.” He looked up at you. His big brown eyes, pulled at something in your chest.

He had already been declaimed safe and sound. Feet firmly on the ground. No crazy green villains trying to steal his current research.

But his hands still held your waist, and you still had your hand on his side.

It wasn’t long before you were doubting your feelings.

Does one bad day ruin a relationship? Could it work? Did you need to do the unthinkable and tell him everything?

You couldn’t eat right. You didn’t get enough sleep. So you worked all day at your regular job, and you spent every waking moment of the night fighting crime.

Your run of the mill bad guys were looking worse and worse at the end of a fight. Your fists getting a little more bloody each time. They stayed cut up and bruised, but luckily your skin color hid those, and you could just tell people you fell on the sidewalk to explain the cuts.

Your body was giving out but you chugged caffeine, ate your protein, at least when your stomach ached until you were dry heaving on the floor, and you took a pain pill, and then you would move on.

But then the incident happened.

A giant monster. It’s was pink, purple, white, and gross.

You had never seen anything like it before.

Not even with the Avengers.

You didn’t do stuff like this in your part of the city.

You handle street thugs. You dismantle the occasional nefarious schemes and plots of drug dealers. You fight wanna be Scarface’s.

But then they showed up.

A pregnant Spider-Woman on a bike, and two. . Spider-guys?. . . Spider-Men? . . . Spider-Man?

That didn’t even sound right.

One was tall and the other the straight up biggest man you had ever encountered this close. Muscly wise.

Why the fuck does a Spider-Guy need to be that big?

“I need your help! This things been going at it for three hours!”

“We know.” The big one deadpanned. “That’s why we’re here.”

“Don’t mind him,” the other Spider-Woman chided. “He stays trippin.”

“He looks like it.”

“We can stay here and chat while your city burns to the ground or we could actually do something.”

You both rolled your eyes.

A giant hole erupted from the ground.

“What the fuck is that!”

“If we take care of this monster, you won’t have to worry about that!” The other Spider-Man added.

“Well what are we waiting for?”

You jumped down, and they all followed you.

It took much less time with a team.

However, you were running out of gas.

After being slammed three feet into the ground by it’s tail, and taking a head shot that flung you into and out of a High-Rise.

You were done.

“Spider-Woman?”

You were on a bed. It was your bed.

A large hand was tapping you gently on your shoulder. The other cupping your face. It brushed your hair away from your forehead before resting a thumb on your cheek, dancing back and forth under your eye.

You mask was off!

How—

“Please tell me your not dead?”

“No?” You croaked.

He laughed.

The sound was so warm and familiar. It couldn’t be. There was no way. Why would he be here? How? Who brought him here?

He’s seen your face!

You opened your eyes, fast.

“PB!”

The light in the room made you wince.

“Uh, I haven’t heard that one before. Can’t say it’s a favorite, but I don’t really mind it either.”

But it was him. And he was wearing a Spider suit.

“What are you wearing? Why are you here?” You sat up, and tried to get out the bed, but the effort to swing your legs around was quite difficult.

“Well it’s safe to confirm she does not have a concussion.” Jessica chided.

“I know we left things pretty open ended, but PB. . . This isn’t the answer.”

“Uhhm. . . I’m not PB. But I do. . . Believe you.” You watched his hands raise to his chest in an effort to calm you down somehow by keeping them in the air as if you were some startled dog on the street.

“PB, nock it the fuck off! This isn’t funny!”

“He’s not your. . . PB.” The other Spider-Man took his mask off and revealed a tired scowl. “This is Peter B Parker from another universe. A universe where he IS Spider-Man and you don’t exsist.”

What the fuck?

#Spider-Man #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderverse au #peter b parker #Jake Johnson #peter b parker x reader #peter b Parker x black reader #jake johnson x black reader #jake johnson x reader

94 notes · View notes

detroitbecomeonline · 11 months ago

Text

PM700 headcanons & fact corrections

It has been a while since this post, so I'm updating you all on my thoughts and things. I want to correct myself on some mistakes. I'll also repeat some points so this is completely up-to-date, so please 100% disregard my previous post.

The hallway PM700 is not the only PM700 in the game with voice lines. There are 2 instances of a PM700:

Due to the vocal fray/change of the hallway PM700, I like to believe that Hallway (Puma) is the deviant of the two. She keeps her eyes on Connor as he walks around the DPD, even when Connor's across the other side of the room, which means she's focused on him.

This is probably because Puma stands in the DPD day-in, day-out, and Connor is the only new thing here. She watches literally his every move. If she's going to steal weapons for Jericho, then she has to determine if this new android is a threat to her operation.

The hallway PM700 is potentially the ARMORY PM700, hence the headcanon that she stole weapons. Check out this post for cut content in the game files. To simply explain the theory, you know how as Connor in Crossroads, you can get alerted not to get spotted?

The PM700 used to be a trigger for that as well, but now, she just has a Q to view and no reaction from Connor.

MENU_FLOWCHART_02A_C_SPOTPOLICEMAN (Cut event)

The reason "Don't catch anyone's attention" would be linked to Hallway and not Gate is because Gate's gaze pans the lobby, whereas Hallway keeps her gaze on Connor at all times. On top of that, a player is much more likely to interact with Hallway than make the mistake of not talking to the receptionist. You could make the argument that Armory isn't Hallway and she could be any PM700 in the DPD, but narratively speaking, that wouldn't make sense. These are major moments for the PM700 model, so for story, they're the same android!

Some model swaps for you :D

So, for Puma's timeline, it would go something like:

> Deviates.ra9

> Checks out Jericho

> Realises they need weapons and knows where to get them

> Infiltrates the DPD

> What the fuck are YOU???? [connor.jpeg]

> Never mind, just get the guns

> Returns to Jericho before the Crossroads chapter

> Doesn't see Connor because she's too distracted instructing androids how to shoot

> Flees Jericho in the raid

Puma cannot be found in the Demonstration, but she be found in the Revolution. This indicates what her beliefs are, which leans toward North's methodology. I like to think that Puma fled and hid like a lot of other androids because the Demonstration was like a suicide mission and she's not about that life.

Although androids are not licenced to carry a weapon, the PM700 and PC200 models were commissioned in 2029, the same year as the law passed that androids could not bear arms.

This could mean anything. Maybe a PM700 or a PC200 shot in error that year. Maybe the government pre-emptively ruled that androids couldn't carry a weapon. Either way, CyberLife had programmed these models with combat abilities. The police force just doesn't get to utilise them.

In the DPD, the viewable PM700s were commissioned in 2037, which suggests that Puma was as well. She could be of old 2029 design, but made in 2037 like her robotic colleagues, but this has no hard evidence. This also means that the latest commercial model, the AP700, came after the PM700, and that the PM700s held the original face model.

Let's talk about the PM700 face model. Check out Assina Dreams on Instagram here.

Her Detroit: Become Human posts are approx. end of July 2019 if you would like to scroll down to that area. I've made the speculation that QD only gave Assina shareable promo content that includes her face as an AP700 as seen in the trailers. With a bit of adaption, she also became the PM700 as seen in canon.

Puma may look like Assina, but where does her voice come from? I can compare Puma's voice to Chloe's. Check out these two clips which, by chance, have extremely similar vocals.

I have no hard evidence if Chloe's actress is the same as Puma's, but the way she talks and holds herself fits the one actress. Also, I'm not sure if Assina only speaks French or if she also speaks English. Obviously, if she can't speak English, then QD used a different actress/actresses for the PM700.

HEADCANONS THAT CONTINUE TO EXIST (previous post):

PM700s are specifically designed for patrolling, guarding, and observational tasks. Basically, they’re like glorified security guards. As a 2029 model, PM700s would have to get software updates in order to stay up-to-date with current technology. Puma is as recently updated as an RK800 because of the nature of law enforcement/how laws are constantly changed/how androids are getting better and more powerful/etc.

She is polite, straightforward, and professional as per her programming, but as a deviant, she uses this to catch people off-guard.

Due to the human personalities she’s surrounded with at the DPD, her personality has developed into being incredibly sarcastic and sharp-witted.

Smiles, but has the boiling rage of an underpaid customer service worker.

Puma shares similarities with and would get along with North, Connor, and Rose.

She’s jaded and sceptical.

Queen of blackmail since she hears all and sees all

If she ever saw Connor’s insides/they were comparing hardware, she’d be all like “YOU HAVE SEVEN PORTS??? SEVEN?? LOOK AT THAT AUXILIARY TUBE!!! WHAT! CONNOR YOU’RE A BEAST WHAT WHY AREN’T YOU SHARING ALL THAT HORSEPOWER” (because, remember, she’s a 2029 model)

In the DPD, she befriends Connor (lmao), Officer Person, and Officer Chen.

Puma returns to the DPD to make sure discrimination like that in the past doesn’t occur again/she prevents it from occurring and makes sure that the androids who are arrested are treated equally to human criminals. She also returns to the DPD (if Connor returns to the DPD) to keep an eye on him because she knows his past and what he is capable of.

Built like a Barbie doll under her uniform.

With constant software updates and how she is specifically designed to monitor, her HUD operations would be somehow more advanced/focus on more things than Markus/Connor/Kara. She’d be able to notice not only what she can interact with, but the tiniest details that may be out of order. She’d be able to pick up that a mug had moved 2mm overnight. She’d know the entire DPD’s routine. Who goes where and does what at any second of the day. And that’s why she can steal weapons from the station.

UPDATED HEADCANONS:

If Connor is Hank's, and Nines is Gavin's, then Puma walks beside Captain Fowler. She updates him on everything in a march down the hallway from when he enters the DPD until he reaches his office. They are frank with each other and get along.

They listen to R&B in the car on the way to a crime scene.

A PM700 can connect to any camera within a specific range and multiple cameras at once. They can process multiple points of view without any comprehension issues. Their view is almost 360 and therefore can see what's happening behind them.

Puma wears gloves, so when free and deviant, her hands are a big deal for her. She had never seen them, so when she does as a deviant, it's profound. To touch her bare hand would be a huge leap of trust for her.

She's a black, female, old model android. She has to deal with racism, sexism, modelism (discrimination against "out of date and therefore redundant and useless" androids), and android-phobia (discrimination against androids). That's hardcore.

FAR-REACH HEADCANONS (previous post):

She gets a motorbike eventually.

She exclusively wears black leather on the days she’s riding her bike. (She already wears a bit of leather as a part of her uniform.)

She has 3 wigs, one of which is long black box braids with beads in it and it matches her fairycore aesthetic (for casual clothing ofc) and the braids literally reach her ankles. I think that would look sick

But yeah she keeps her designed hair for work because it’s short and practical.

She legitimately enjoys clubbing.

She REALLY likes waterfalls. The sound and the feel of it

She can dodge laser beams like Lara Croft and fold herself backward like a gymnist

She likes to dance!

She loves snakes. It’s funny because I’m like “Connor’s the DPD snake” and it makes double sense if she returns to work as a cop in order to keep an eye on Connor because she’s sus of him even after his whole deviancy arc.

If especially jaded and insane, she probably carries around a bullet or a knife with “Connor” engraved into the side.

She gets Gavin to fuck off away from her by moaning really loud

UPDATED FAR-REACH HEADCANONS:

Puma has a pet snake.

She enjoys country and R&B.

Her social programming isn't as good as the most recent models, so she can be awkward at times.

Although sharp-witted, she can also be shy. Lots of breaking eye-contact when nervous or unsure.

When sure in her beliefs/calculations, she makes lots of eye-contact and her voice is firm.

She keeps her motorbike in the kitchen.

ok that's enough. ENOUGH. SEND POST

#dbh #detroit become human #pm700 #dbh connor #dbh headcanons #dbh puma #dbh pm700 #mydbhbrain #mine #long post

24 notes · View notes

tonystarkbingo · 10 months ago

Text

TSB Round 7 - Week 26-29!

Hoping you've all been having a great first month of the year! Cozy up and enjoy the winter with some of the amazing fills below!

Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: Adopted - Alcoholism (using adopted prompt in place of square K1) Title: The Beginning of the End (Chapter 5) Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Buck Barnes, Rhodey/Loki Word Count: 9286 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Swearing, Past Abuse, Two timelines, Angst with a Happy Ending, Adult Content, Menacing Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Kidnapping, Genderfluid Loki (Marvel) Summary: Through the years the team has faced great joys and sorrows, but on the day of Loki and Rhodey's daughter's birth a dark plan is set in motion leading the team down a tragic path, forced to face misery in ways that He Who Remains set into motion. Will it prove to be the end of the dream or a new beginning as Bucky, Tony and the others fight to save their friend from a terrible fate.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: Adopted - Tony Plays Piano Title: Of family, friends, and Christmas music Link: AO3 Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Word Count: 1283 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & CafésAlternate Universe - No PowersPianoHolidaysChristmas PartyFluff Summary: A holiday party at Wide Awake.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: T2 - present tense Title: I must admit, I can't explain Link: AO3 Pairings: pre-Stony (Steve/Tony) Word Count: 2251 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: au-shifters, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Howard Stark’s A+ Parenting, Arranged Marriage. Present Tense Summary: Tony Stark, a wolf shifter who can’t shift, is only of use to his father, alpha of his pack, to be handed off to the ambitious alpha of another pack to cement an alliance. Steve Rogers is the small but ferocious alpha of a small pack that needs big help. When they meet, they concoct a plan to both get what they want. But will posing as ‘true mates’ be as easy and uncomplicated as they think?

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: Parker Card Number: 1030 Square Filled: S5 - Bucky Barnes Title: Gagged Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 977 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Dom/sub, Gagging, Finger Sucking, Subspace Summary: Tony sucks and gags on Bucky's vibranium fingers.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: R4 - Maria Stark Title: An ordinary person with an extraordinary retirement plan Link: AO3 Pairings: Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 710 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Leverage AU; Sophie Devereaux is Maria Stark Summary: It was a very normal day when Interpol Agent Tony Stark found evidence that this mother might have been a grifter. Not just any grifter, but Sophie Devereaux. His punishment for hooking up with Steve Rogers at the gala was three solid months of desk duty. Three months without a single field assignment, and three months of spending all day doing data analysis. And that’s when he found the picture. It was a photo of a very young Sophie Devereaux, standing next to what might be the first piece of art she was believed to have stolen. And she could pass for Maria Stark’s twin. He’s always known that his mother had been very young when she’d been introduced to the much older Howard Stark at… well, he wasn’t quite sure, so a strip joint or a brothel wasn’t out of the question. It was easy to find the headlines about Howard was robbing the cradle, and the accusations that his very young wife was… not of legal age. Her birth and marriage certificates both said she was 18 when she married Howard. And she’d been 37 when she and Howard had died in that crash. On the other side of the law side of things, Sophie Devereaux appeared less than a year after the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark. She was young, though James Stirling - a recovery agent for IYS Insurance - wrote that he thought she was up to a decade older than she said she was. Birth certificates were easy enough to fake. She’d been a small player on the international black market for art, working her way up to being perhaps the best known art thief in the world. And then she kinda sorta went straight, joining Leverage and fighting on the side of the angels. More or less, at least. There was the occasional piece of high-priced art or a trinket that found itself somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be. “An ordinary person with an extraordinary retirement plan,” indeed. He’d seen hundreds of photos of various white collar criminals over the years. He could identify half of them from grainy surveillance tape, and about half of those had been Stark Enterprises surveillance tapes. But this photo? This photo of Sophie Devereaux? She was approximately 20 years old, and holding a baby Tony. He knew the photo, had seen it many times before. It was one that Stark Industries used to show that Tony had been a patron of the arts since before he could walk. It was usually captioned with “Maria and Anthony Stark attend a gala at the Met.” The photo featured a tired looking, yet smiling Maria, holding a squirming Tony, standing in front of Van Gogh’s The Starry Night. It wasn’t the photo. He’d seen the photo hundreds of times before. Thousands of times before. It was where he found the photo: in one of Stirling’s files on Sophie Devereaux. Someone, Stirling more than likely, had written “Maria Carbonell: Alias or real name?” across her picture. Tony took a deep breath, centering himself. He pulled up his parent's wedding photo, and ran both of them through a program to age them up. He knew it wouldn’t be exactly what they would have looked like had they lived, but it would be close enough. He used their wedding photo, so that he could notice and account for anything that was different as he aged them up to the ages they were when they died. The algorithm was more or less correct for them when they died, so he aged his mother up, five years at a time. 15 years after her “death”, he was staring at Sophie Devereaux. His mother was absolutely, positively, Sophie Devereaux. His mother… was still alive. And living in New Orleans, if the rumors about Leverage were true. Tony took another deep breath. He had a phone call to make.

Several thousand miles away, a man’s phone rang. He saw the number and smiled before he answered it. “I thought you’d never call,” he said, taking a seat. “It’s been far too long since we last saw each other… Really? …Hm… Interesting. …I like how you think. …I’ll pass along the message. What about that repeat of the Hamptons?”

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: scottxlogan Card Number: 7017 Square Filled: T3 - Only In New York Title: Only In New York Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve, Bucky/Steve/Tony Word Count: 5385 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Artist Steve Rogers, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Mild Sexual Content, Awkward Flirting, Blind Date, Flirting, Miscommunication, Threesome - M/M/M, Shy Bucky Barnes, reclusive Tony Stark, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: Tony grudgingly agrees to go out on a blind date in the city that Pepper has set up for him. In doing so Tony meets devastatingly handsome artist Steve Rogers who is catching Tony's eye in all the right ways. When a series of mishaps and misunderstandings brings Steve and Tony closer to one another, will it prove to be the spark they need to fuel the fire between them or will fate have other plans with Steve's sexy roommate Bucky in the picture?

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: A1 - a trope you’ve never done before Title: Hot and Bothered and Gone on You Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 2253 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: A/B/O, fluff and humor, important conversation, explicit consent Summary: A few weeks into Pepperony’s new relationship, Pepper’s heat comes early. And they haven’t talked about it yet.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: T5 - Steve Rogers Title: Of protection details, fake dating, and Soulmates Link: AO3 Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1401 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Tony Stark is Darcy Lewis's Parent, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Bodyguard, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Stalking, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, War Veteran Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Steve Rogers is a highly decorated war hero who needs a job. Pop star Darcy Lewis needs a bodyguard she can pretend to date in order to help with a stalker situation. Billionaire Tony Stark needs help when his Soulmark changes color.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: T1 - Stony Title: When Matchmakers Attack Link: AO3 Pairings: pre-Stony Word Count: 1428 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Matchmaking, Canon Divergence—Post Winter Soldier Summary: Two guys commiserate over their idiot besties who don’t realize they’re in love, and lay a plot to remedy that situation.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: S4 - photo of Tony in Iron Man suit with Pepper Title: Trust, Embodied, chapter 1 Link: AO3 Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 1622 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Kink Negotiation, Cyberdildonics, Canon Divergence—Post-Iron Man 3 Summary: Tony is all about better living through technology, and he has come up with an idea he thinks just might solve a problem he and Pepper share, but only if she’s up for it.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: T2 - "Why would you do that?" Title: No, no, I was hired to kill Batman. Link: AO3 Pairings: N/A Word Count: 2338 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Identity Porn, Wayne Gala (DCU), POV Bruce Wayne, POV Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Past Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Bruce Wayne, Assassins & Hitmen; A leaked sex tape is briefly discussed. Discussion of people's sex lives. Summary: The Avengers are curious about the so-called Justice League popping up out of nowhere. When Bruce Wayne, who appears to be funding them, holds a gala at the Wayne Enterprise building in New York City, it’s too good an opportunity to pass up. It turns out that Natasha and Bruce have a history with each other.

------------------------------------------------------------

Collaborator: parker / starksvinyls Card Number: 1030 Square Filled: R4 - au: coffee shop Title: The Sugar Effect Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Word Count: 1092 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: AU - Modern, AU - Bakery, AU - Coffee Shop, AU - No Powers, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Additional Tags To Be Added Summary: While out in Brooklyn, Tony Stark stumbles upon a bakery, and a bakery owner, that he just can't seem to stay away from.

------------------------------------------------------------

#tony stark bingo round 7 #tsb 7 #tsb weekly roundup #tsb week 26

2 notes · View notes

mistressoftheelderitchwhorehouse · 1 year ago

Text

Shift (Kunikida x Black!Reader)

Just a little Kunikida x Reader for the Black plus sized girlies. Thought of this while lazing around, ironically enough. Moments of sweet indulgence are my favorite.

Trigger Warnings: None

______________________________

Kunikida lived his life by his ideals. All written out on crisp, white paper and with blod, black ink. Inside he had detailed a beautiful Japanese beauty that he had faith exsisted. He also had faith that this beauty would fall for him, and the two would begin walking down their structured path hand in hand.

However, that had changed on an early morning chasing Dazai around Uzumaki Cafe. With the gentle ring of a bell, you had walked in with a grin on your lips as you chatted with the woman next to you.

You were not a Japanese beauty. In fact, you were very clearly a foreigner with your dark skin, curls arranged in an afro, and your body shape being far curvier and plush than the majority of people he saw on a daily basis.

Dazai dropped the pen he had snatched from Kunikida, and twisted around fully to smile at you both.

"Good afternoon, ladies! First timers to this establishment?"

The Japanese woman flushed dark red and nodded, while you raised an eyebrow. "I take it you are a regular?"

"That I am." He hopped up and took you hand, turned it over, and pressed a kiss to your pulse point. "My name is Osamu Dazai. And clearly you must be the Nightshade come to choke me to my wonderful end-ACK!"

Kunikida snatched Dazai back by his neck and squeezed down until he felt the idiot begin to choke. "I apologize for his behavior, Ladies. He has a condition called stupidity."

"Maybe you should turn him on then off again?"

"He tries. Constantly."

"I'm still here you know!"

The Japanese girl shook her head and tugged on your arm. "Sweetheart, I'm starving."

"Oh, sorry darling." You gave another grin, and went over to a booth.

Kunikida sighed and dragged Dazai back to the counter, scolding him the entire time. When Dazai, maybe out of boredom, made a point about the case they were working on Kunikida easily shifted back into his groove. Evidence examination, scrambling through files, and consuming more coffee than what was probably good for his heart.

Yet, every so often your laugh would ring through the store and he couldn't help but look at you. Pink nails traced what he gathered was your girlfriend's hand, your eyes sparkled with joy, and you spoke animatedly in your mother tongue.

"Well look at that." Dazai said. "Now who's the distracted one?"

Kunikida looked away from whip cream covered face, you and the cream puff apparently had a misunderstanding, and back to an amused Dazai.

I am not distracted. You told me to give you a minute."

"Which passed forty two seconds ago."

"Dazai, you know as well as anyone else that it is an expression and not to be taken literally."

"And yet that has never stopped you before." Kunikida opened his mouth, but Dazai cut him off. "I didn't think you could even have a crush on a foreigner to be honest. Not with your ideals in your pocket. Did you leave your notebook at home today?"

"She clearly has a partner-"

"And? The heart wants what the heart wants." Dazai smirked as he glanced at you again. Your face was clean, and you were looking into a compact while you reapplied the plum purple lipstick. The Japanese girl had switched to Japanese and was saying something rather quietly. "The President always says that oppertunities are part of our own hard work, but also that of fate giving her assistance."

"And what does that supposed to mean?"

Dazai didn't respond as he turned back to the files on the counter. "So, this tiger is causing more damage than we thought."

"You say something as bleak and mysterious as that, and then you want to go back to the case!"

"It's important." The Japanese girl walked past them, and Dazai reached out and stopped her. She flushed red and twisted the strap of her bag. "Careful on the road tonight, ma'am."

"Of course! Thank you for the warning."

Kunikida rolled his eyes, but when he went to turn back to his work, he could hear you sniffling. He peaked a glance at you, and was surprised to see what had once been a face full of sunshine, now full of tears. The makeup you had just fixed only half an hour ago, was now running down your face.

"Oppertunities, huh?"

He stood up, and pulled out a crisp, white handkerchief. He held it out to you without looking at your face. You took it without a ward, but that soft hand brushed his own and he felt something inside him shift.

Suddenly his ideal was a woman with dark skin, an interesting sense of humor, and a smile like the sun...

#kunikida x y/n #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd #doppo x reader #Doppo Kunikida x reader #black is beautiful #fem reader

12 notes · View notes

senatushq · 2 years ago

Photo

“Our mistakes make us who we are.”

- An excerpt from the journal of Erik Alstroemeria

By dawn the blood frenzy had ended. Those vampires who were not cured by the efforts taking place across the city, dessicated and were gradually rounded up for treatment. The dust settled and Rome had been forever changed. As the founder of Rome and the senate of supernatural creatures, Romulus, under Lilith’s influence, felt that it was his responsibility to recreate a sense of order within the city. Blamed for the attack, it seemed clear that the fey could not be trusted, their place on the senate was dismissed as their presence on Rome’s outskirts would come to be addressed later. No vampire could approach the lycan territory without being threatened and it became clear that the newly formed Lupo pack would not be returning to the forum to take their place on the senate. No druid senators survived and they were left with a choice, find a representative to join the senate once more, rebel along with the others, or remain neutral in the days to come. Romulus gathered what senators remained in the ancient forum’s meeting chambers: The Oracle, The Sacrifice, The Immortal, The Hand, The Sellout, and The Praetor. Less than half of what the senate had started out as. Additionally, Romulus called in every marshal that still remained and compelled them all to do as he instructed:

The senate would be reformed. A new institution would be created, the triumvirate and the senators who acted as their council. The three triumvirs would dictate the policies and actions of the city by their official vote of three and it would fall on the rest of the senate to help them carry out these orders. This institution would continue until the Asphodel had been put down, and Rome was secured from any threats outside or within.

Romulus named the following senators as members of the triumvirate: The Hand, The Immortal, and The Speaker. Simultaneously creating a fifth seat for the vampires, Romulus’ personal emissary would take up the role of triumvir.

A demon, The Heretic, revealed the reason that the vampires had been driven into a frenzy was because The Tinkerer had poisoned the water supply as a means of creating chaos in their final moments. They provided evidence from the eladrin’s workshop here in Rome and invited anyone to authenticate the documents. The shop itself was all but abandoned and the demon’s claims were true, the details of the farm, the toxin that could potentially be used, as well as the plans for the explosions were all authentic. Given temporary status on the senate, The Heretic would speak for the demons and the spirits of Rome, while secretly acting on behalf of The Eye.

Humiliating The Cardinal, The Leech was revealed to have been a member of the Mars bloodline: a fact that The Cardinal would have known. The Sellout’s secret progeny was the first to spill blood at the wedding, his fangs - and The Sellout by extension - triggered the frenzy that would be a blight on Rome’s history forever. During the course of the wedding, The Sellout had been made mortal once more, a strigoi, for this embarrassment. Romulus compelled The Sellout to never become a fully fledged vampire again: their punishment was to remain a strigoi so long as the magister wished it.

The triumvirate were tasked with finding any corruption within the senator and rooting it out, additionally efforts within the city would dictate a need for a definitive list of all who were lost in the attack. With the death of the majority of the Amaranthus Coven, ownership of the estate was officially transferred to their sole surviving member: The Tower. Tasked with rounding up the rest of the prisoners, The Cardinal and the Mars bloodline were placed in charge of the prison, while The Cold would stay on long as they chose, but they now answered to the vampires. Half fey, Romulus looked to The Praetor and told them to infiltrate the fey forest, if the rebels planned to attack the city then the senate would answer with violence. As it was made clear that the fey had powerful magic that the senate had previously known nothing about, the witches were compelled to find more ways to counteract the eladrins’ powers and to prevent something like this from ever happening again.

Within the faerie forest, a tentative alliance bloomed between the lycans and the eladrins, both were exiles now, one side by choice and the other by circumstances. Enemies of the senate, the refugees from the faerie court had gathered within the sanctuary of the forest. Among their ranks they looked for leadership, for guidance, and it was The Shadow that emerged as a leader. Something had changed in Titania’s absence, the hopeful senator had fallen away and in their place a king stepped forward. The Shadow had escaped the Otherworld and lived to tell of the many horrors that now permeated their home, The Grieving once more stood by their side. The Mystery’s voice rang out above the crowd, the first to shout with an almost exuberant glee: Long live the king! The Truth remained imprisoned within the fairy court, but Melpomene and Mneme had devised a plan to save them along with the other prisoners.

Within the Fairy King’s Forest a new council was made by The Shadow, comprised of the chancellorship of old, The Truth’s seat remained empty and waited for their return, but joining the fey at the table was the Alpha of the Lupo pack The Harbinger, joined with a seat at the table was The Rancor, The Heart, The Elder, and The Cold. The Eye would be their main focus, The Puppeteer revealed that The Heretic was planted in the senate while The Harbinger spoke of Lycaon’s power to control lycans and the army that the old wolf was amassing. There was little they could do against the aspect at present, but the chancellors and the lycans would start a hunting party for Eldritch Changelings through the Otherworld to distract the drow from the plan put forth by Melpomene and The Grieving to infiltrate the court and rescue The Truth along with the power Titania kept buried under the court.

ooc info:

Romulus has added demons and terrors to the senate, additionally he made The Hand, The Immortal, and The Speaker the leaders of the senate.

The senate is under Romulus’ compulsion, they’re unable to communicate this to anyone and will not remember that they are being influenced.

The Dahlia Coven and Narcissus Coven cast a spell over the city to augment the memories of the humans who’d witnessed supernatural events, however with the Amaranthus’ absence it was not effective as it was in the past. How much or what people remember is UTP.

The Lupo Pack and the fey have a tentative alliance, Lupo territory now includes the Tiber stomping grounds, surrounding countryside, and The Fairy King’s Forest. Only members of the pack are allowed within, outsiders are met with violence.

The Fairy Court chose The Shadow to be their next king.

The frenzy ended due to the combined efforts of the fey, the fallen, the witches, and the aspects who aided them. Those vampires who were not healed dessicated and were treated after, some have still not been found.

Druids, Fey, and Lycans are no longer on the senate and the Witches have once again lost another seat.

You’re welcome to continue to post starters for the event but please nothing beyond the 28th of this month.

Caught up in the explosion, the following skeletons have been closed indefinitely:

The Eagle (Druid Senator)

The Loyalist (Juno Marshal)

The Legacy (Amaranthus Marshal)

The Sloth

The Bear

The Snake (Druid Marshal)

The Tinkerer

The Hermit

The Hanged

The Voice

The Crown (Amaranthus Senator)

The Jackboot

The following skeletons have been updated:

The Alchemist

The King

The Remains

The Dark

#senatus.event #senatus.plot #senatus.iv

4 notes · View notes

ramsesxtarek · 2 years ago

Text

CONT from here.

They were going to go straight to the elephant in the room. He had expected it, CJ was not someone to just skirt around things but Ramses had hoped that maybe just for today they could get go around his big mess. Though he would do it all over again if he had to. Having people look at him with pity just was not something he could stomach. Perhaps it was because he contributed such a look with how his father looked at him the majority of the time. Which was something that left the male completely in awe and confusion. What had he done so early on in his life to warrant such a look? “International plans are a real bitch.” he chuckled, nodding his head as he avoided the said topic. He knew that they would most likely make a full circle back to it. But for now, he could just dodge this line. Her response did trigger a line of laughs on his part, shaking his head from side to side. At least now perhaps when his mother pointed out how he was still single he could bring CJ as evidence that he wasn’t alone. Aside from the fact that the whole settling down aspect was too far for where he was in life. “I’m in the running? Damn. Then it will be a while cause you know white picket fences and I are just not friends.” Though he could afford the physical element the intimacy was too high of a price for him right now. “Fuck no.” he breathed the words over his lip, “Apparently I need to work on communicating my emotions. Or some bullshit like that.” Not that it mattered cause his father would probably pay off whoever he did fall for, just like he had done with his ex.

#c: cj r

2 notes · View notes

rippedstitch-s · 1 year ago

Text

TIMELINE - ASA HOLLAND

Below is an in-depth timeline of Asa Holland's life from birth (October 24, 1978) until now (end of July 2023).

Please be aware of all Trigger Warnings under the cut.

TW // Homophobia, Abuse, Medical Malpractice, Murder, Drugs

BORN: October 24, 1978

Born in Swords, Ireland to Conor & Shauna Holland

A strict but unremarkable early childhood

Asa worked small jobs at nearby churches, walked to school & lived with his devoutly Catholic mother & father

Younger sister born ( current WC, any time from 1980 - 1993 )

Strictness beginning to form in household due to religion and father’s growing influence & money

Early 1993 - Asa is in high school & doing poorly. He’s rebellious as many teens are. After an argument, his father finds a stash of magazines and letters from a secret boyfriend.

Late 1993 - After unsuccessful church counseling with Pastor Frederick in nearby Ballyboughal, Conor sends his son to a troubled teens’ home in Portrane.

October 1996 - Asa turns 18 and is allowed to leave the ‘group home’. His father encourages (forces) him to join the army to make him a ‘real man’.

October 1997 - Asa leaves the military. Asa’s father ‘worries’ for his sanity, has him inspected by a dubious doctor, committed, and sent off to Gardner Hill Sanatorium. Here he is started on a medication regiment that keeps him out of it and confused.

November 1999 - Conor Holland becomes Minister for Finance of the Irish cabinet. He uses his son’s ‘medical issues’ to garner sympathy.

December 1999 - Gardner Hill Sanatorium undergoes major renovations and Asa’s file is reviewed. His father is called and arrangements are made to send him to Beauford Cross Psychiatric Hospital.

May 2001 - Asa receives one of the only letters he will ever get from his mother, wishing him well. She sends him a small leather-bound notebook with nice pens. He sends a letter back, but does not receive any response.

September 2003 - Beauford Cross files for bankruptcy, relocates patients throughout other hospitals in Ireland and Wales due to overcrowding and underfunding.

November 2003 - Asa arrives in Llangadog Coed Hospital in Wales. A nurse has a back and forth with his father on the reasoning for his being committed.

February 2008 - After 5 years at Llangadog, Asa’s file is yet again reviewed. With doctors getting suspicious, his father uses his influence to once more send him off. This time, to St. Irene in Brentwood, outside of London.

April 2008 - Asa is introduced to Electro-Convulsive Therapy by Dr. Hartley, in addition to several other unmonitored practices going on behind the scenes of St. Irene.

Late 2012 - Citing overcrowding and lack of resources, Asa is released to his father and mother after more than 4 years at St. Irene’s.

Early 2013 - After hearing his fathers’ plans of where to put him next, Asa steals a sum of money and flees to the US.

Mid 2013 - Asa uses whatever money he has to get a shitty apartment on a month-to-month basis. He meets Hal, next door neighbor at the time. Asa endures seizures due to the ECT and other malpractice issues. Hal takes care of him, and they spend quite a bit of time together.

2014 - Hal disappears. Realizing his demons will never leave until his father is dealt with, Asa flies back to Ireland and bludgeons his father to death with a hammer. While at his father’s estate, he grabs any information about the institutions he was placed in, especially from St. Irene’s. He stays in London briefly to avoid suspicion, and flies back to the US after.

2017 - While working several jobs to make ends meet, Asa begins creating the case to close down St. Irene’s, starting correspondence with other old patients, fired nurses, and anyone else who has information as to the place’s illegal activities.

2019 - Asa presents his case to court with damning evidence to the corrupt practices of St. Irene’s, including medical malpractice, purposeful neglect, and misuse of medical equipment. Dr. Hartley and other such medical 'professionals' were incarcerated, Asa won a huge settlement, and St. Irene’s was shut down.

2020 - Asa happens upon an injured Syndicate member and covertly cleans them up. His name is brought up to higher ups in the Syndicate and when researched, his father’s mysterious death and his incredibly large settlement appear.

Later 2020 - Asa is brought in as a medic to the Syndicate, given a small ‘office’ and is usually on-call for any medical emergencies.

December 2021 - Asa’s first children’s book, ‘Sunless’, is published. He doesn’t have many people to tell about it, so this goes mostly under the radar.

September 2022 - Asa’s second children’s book, ‘Moonless’, a sequel to his first, is published.

Early 2023 - With his money and being able to work comfortably as an illustrator, Asa moves to Manhattan and settles there with his 5 cats.

October 29, 2023 - Asa kills Dr. Philip Hartley, his 2nd victim.

October 31, 2023 - Asa fights Andrea Galan shortly before her murder. He also fights JJ Baptiste, and breaks his tooth.

November 2023 - Seizures return.

#asatimeline #tbh i needed this to keep myself organized #but also helpful for any other folks curious about his life!!!

1 note · View note

itsstillsweetiebythealtar · 6 months ago

Text

I don’t think you understand what I was saying tbh. While I get your point, I’m gonna try and clarify mine.

1. I was not referring to Kendrick and the Spotify situation. I remember that situation very well and I also remember it being the CEO of TDE threatening to remove Kendrick’s music along with the entire label’s discography, not Kendrick himself. So I was not talking about Kendrick “defending” him or the Spotify situation.

2. As for the transphobic remark, that was not made by me so I have no comment on it but I will make it very clear that I do not support transphobia. That’s it and that’s all from me on that topic.

But aside from all of that I was referring to the issue of male rappers as a collective defending R. Kelly AND men like him. Men who are on record for abusing Black women verbally or physically. I was referring to the silence that so many of them had in regards to Tory. I was referring to Rick still having a career after UEONO. I was referring to Biggie still being idolized like he didn’t make that disgusting, evil line about a young R. Symone. Future got his ass on POWER 106 saying that too much attention was being given to R. Kelly’s case. This is my gripe right here. The overwhelming majority of male rappers support the abuse of Black women from sex trafficking to everything else either through outright support or their silence.

There’s many other examples but I don’t feel like writing a thesis on here or triggering anybody’s fanbase.

Yet for the moment they want to ACT as if they care and use that as a Trojan horse for whatever personal beef they have with Drake which is what I have a problem with.

These men are using the very real abuse and trauma of women and girls to take digs at each other with absolutely no concern for how the women and girls themselves feel.

You can say Kendrick is not making fun of the victims (and I never said he was) but is it HIS PLACE to tell their story? Is it his place to put that information out there if he is not gonna go to the authorities and get justice for them? That’s what I meant when I said they are acting like they care but they really don’t and that goes for Kendrick and any other rapper involved in this including Drake.

None of the victims should have to get online and see their abuse used as a punchline for a diss record, that is horrible. They have to get online and see jokes made about this, that is not okay. Some of them might not even be ready to come forward but have to get online and see people digging through their social media pages to use as “evidence” to support their favorite rapper, nobody is actually caring about these girls and women. What they went through is being used as a punch line and the shit is disgusting and that is my problem with all of this.

All I’m gonna say is… cackles aside, all of these rappers are gross for weaponizing the abuse of women and girls to take each other down while pretending to give two fucks about violence against women.

Cause we all know they don’t care. As deeply ingrained as violence against women, especially Black women is within rap, and the way that we are gaslit whenever we try to have a serious discussion about it….all of this is performative.

Once the dust settles the same ones using the trauma and abuse of women to diss Canadian Bacon will be the same ones blasting Kodak music, making excuses for Tory, slick supporting R. Kelly, defending Diddy, still praising Biggie, etc.

72 notes · View notes

ceciliaceofbase · 3 years ago

Note

dude taste of peaches was soooo good!!! i loved it, i was wondering, since ur taking requests, if you could do a frat!peter parker x reader and they’ve been dating for awhile and the readers a virgin but peters more experienced and he’s super sweet and walks her thru it but also makes her asks for everything so major teasing and praise. only if ur comfortable!! ty :)

Thanks for your kind words, got me sobbing harder than when I was actually writing this cute piece. I really appreciate the request and my sincerest apologies for the wait! It was so much fun to write, I hope you like it :)

Summary: [NSFW] Your boyfriend has been waiting for a long time, praying you'd give him what he wanted soon. Finally, you work up the courage to tell him what you want... unfortunately, he keeps making you ask.

CW: frat!peter, submissivevirgin!femreader, smut!!!, unprotected sex, pet names (babygirl, darling, sweetheart, baby, honey, good girl), LOTS of praise, teasing, explicit description and wording, less plot more smut, masturbation (m), begging, loss of virginity, extreme fluff, the reader being a cute insecure embarrassed crybaby mess (relatable tbh), Peter being needy and teasing yet the sweetest boy on the planet

****PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. I PROMISE IT'S NOT WORTH THE RISK!!!****

A/N: I simultaneously love this and hate it at the same time? The prompt, concept, and Peter in this is chefs kiss... I just don't like the writing. Also, the reader is almost just me in this exact scenario so I apologize for the annoying amount of flusteredness. Enjoy!

Everyone in this fic is 18+

5k words, edited once

Just call my name, I’ll be there in a hurry, you don’t have to worry,” You sang, swinging your hips around to the song. You weren’t the best dancer, but you had a pretty good rhythm, prancing around the kitchen. “Ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no RIVER wide enough.”

“-To keep me from getting to you, baby,” A deeper, familiar voice came from the living room, making you jump and yelp in surprise. You heard him laugh slightly, walking deeper into the light and giving you a teasing smile. He was in his spidey suit, holding the mask in his hands to explain his messy curls.

“Peter,” You sighed, letting out a giggle, “you scared the goodness outta me, sheesh.”

You quickly walked over to him, bare feet padding on the cold floor, setting down the bowl you were whisking on the way over. You pushed into his chest, giving him a tight hug that showed you were grateful for him to be home from patrol. The smell of his cologne filled the air around you, his body still cold from whipping through New York at such a late hour.

“Oh, I sure hope not. It’s one of my favorite things about you,” He smiled, stroking your hair back and placing a kiss on your head. “Sorry, I’m late.”

You leaned back, giving him a dramatic pout.

“What took you so long? I was getting worried...” You trailed off when his hands came up to hold your face.

“The fraternity had another meeting-”

“AKA another party?” You raised a brow at this, pout still evident. He chuckled at the attitude, rolling his eyes. You hated it when he went to those parties, even if it was just for a minute. All the prettiest... experienced girls would try and hit on your boyfriend even if you were standing right there, attempting to get his pretty face and hot body in their bed. He was quick to politely decline, kissing you to show he had his own girl, yet you couldn’t help but feel bad.

He would never cheat on you, but his skill in bed was well known, talked about heavily between many of the women who stared. You would get so embarrassed and feel sick when you heard them talking about things like how lucky you were... especially when they got jealous, muttering quick insults on how you were undeserving. But even after those horrible parties, you’d still rather be there with Peter than at home all by yourself.

“Yes, but I have to make an appearance. They’ll kick me out in a minute you know,” He gave you a sympathetic smile and you sighed.

“I know, I just-” You hesitated, not wanting to sound ridiculous.

“Just what baby girl?” He pressed, subconsciously swaying both of you to the music in the background. “Jealous?”

“No!” You scoffed making him quirk an eyebrow. He wasn’t believing it for a second, so you dropped the act. “The other girls, you know... they’re experienced and could give you a good time. I’m sure that’s tempting when you got a-”

He interrupted you with a passionate kiss, you let out a surprised squeal that was swallowed by his own lips. You were surprised when his hands went to your ass giving a hard squeeze before he seemed to realize what he was doing, bringing them back to your hips quickly. He let himself groan into your mouth, holding you tight against him.

Your lips were swollen and you had to gasp for air after the tough kiss, surprised. You and Peter had been dating for a few months now, never going past some pretty tame make-out sessions, and that was the most passionate kiss you had EVER received.

“I don’t want anyone but you,” His voice was stern, so stern that it surprised you. You let your gaze fall to your feet, embarrassment flushing your features. His response was to lightly grip your chin and gently guide you to eye contact. “I’ll wait, no matter how long, until you are ready to take that step. I don’t care about experience, I care about you.”

The words stirred some emotion in your chest and you had to choke back a few tears. You knew Peter had lost his virginity and gained a lot of knowledge since high school, but the fact that he was being so patient with something you were so nervous about made your heart flutter. You didn’t know this, but Peter was actually putting himself through hell every second he was around you.

Your smell, your touch, your smile, the noises you made on a daily basis... it was driving him crazy. Every minute of the day he thought about all the things he would do when you were ready and no amount of “alone time” could fix the constant fire burning through his mind, heart, and dick. He was constantly holding himself back from what he was used to giving the people he dated, catching himself from lovingly tapping you on the ass as he walked by, or almost letting his hands travel to your breasts while kissing.

Peter was obsessed and it was killing him, every part of him itching to touch you even when you did the littlest things. When you raked your fingers through his hair, when you bent over the counter to grab your phone off of the charger, when you made little huffs to show your frustration... when you hugged him just like this. But he waited, as every partner should, even if it was burning him from the inside out.

“But-” You started to explain your feelings, stopping at his hard stare.

“I’m alright darling, I want to wait until you are fully ready. I’d wait until marriage if you asked,” He chuckled, suddenly getting a little bit more serious. He would wait that long, but he was also pretty sure it would kill him by that point. “But please don’t do that...”

You let out a laugh, letting your head lean into his chest again. You trusted Peter at this point and felt ready to step past just kissing, but the nervousness and embarrassment were still there. How do you tell your partner that you’re ready for sex? Hey Pete, wanna fuck my brains out?

It wasn’t on purpose, but when you pushed the hug further into his chest, your thigh had roughly brushed against his already aching cock. He had to stifle a groan, scrunching up his eyes into a frustrated face. If you were actually looking at him, he would have hidden the sexual frustration that he was feeling in a heartbeat. But the smell of you and the sound of your heartbeat so close to his was more than he could bear.

“I-I’m going to go get changed, okay?” He said quickly, hoping you didn’t see or feel the massive bulge in his suit. You were oblivious as he quickly strode into the hallway towards his bedroom, making you a bit confused. He usually really liked your hugs...

He shut the door quickly, shedding his suit and boxers immediately. His cock popped out hard and ready, the cool air making him groan. He felt guilty and gross, getting so turned on right after you confessed some hard feelings and only because you hugged him... he felt even more perverted as he touched himself to the image of you in his head, not feeling satisfied even after he came all over his hand.

“Pete... Are you feeling okay? I’m sorry if I said something,” You stuttered through the doorway, wringing your hands lightly. Your soft voice only made the problem worse and he had to remind himself that you weren’t doing this to him on purpose.

He cursed as he grabbed a shirt to clean up, he could hear that your heartbeat was sped up and that you were nervous.

“I’m fine honey, I mean, you-you’re fine! J-just give me a few more minutes, I’ll be right out!” He said, pleading you’d leave him to recover.

“Okay,” You were hesitant, worried about your boyfriend's weird behavior. But you figured that if he needed your help or assistance, not that he ever had before, then he would tell you. You were very wrong as he really, really, really needed you. Right. Now. But you were oblivious yet again as you moved back to the kitchen to finish your soup.

Peter was relieved, trying to block out everything about you while he calmed down. Changing into loose boxers and an oversized t-shirt, aka his normal before-bed clothes, he hoped that maybe his body could keep it down until you went to your own apartment down the hall. That hope was quickly diminished when he walked into the kitchen, his face falling and his throat becoming drier than the Sahara.

You had forgotten to grab the cornstarch, which Peter happened to store in the highest cupboard, on the highest shelf, in the whole house. So you were kneeling on the counter, your short athletic shorts being pulled up with your reach, so far that your ass was pretty much on display. And you were wearing one of his shirts... while making small grunts and sighs while attempting to reach the yellow container, eventually going to move to your feet.

Peter's spider-sense was blaring sirens at the sight of this so he was quick to run over. He lifted you up by the waist, making you squeal and giggle in surprise, before gently setting you down. Sure the cupboard was high, but all he had to do was jump with little effort and grab it for you.

“You should ask for my help, you could easily get hurt,” He scolded slightly, holding the container just beyond your reach. He tried not to be angry, but the sexual frustration he was having only seemed to heighten his annoyance. Horribly sexual thoughts flooded through his brain, scenarios, and images ripping through his very being.

“I’m sorry, thanks for grabbing it for me,” You smiled sweetly, looking up at him with big doe eyes. His frustration seemed to melt at your cute face and his expression softened immediately. You reached for the container, your legs brushing his own yet again, making him shutter... his frustration returning, only this time... you noticed.

He could sense your heart skip a beat, a familiar scent reaching his nose almost immediately. He was shocked at how quickly you were also suddenly aroused, your soup completely forgotten.

“Uh... Pete,” Your face was a bright red and a feeling of lust stirred in your lower stomach. Peter followed your gaze, to be met by a huge tent working past both his shirt and boxers. He mentally slapped himself, less embarrassed and more worried about the possibility of you being uncomfortable.

“Oh- I’m so sorry, just give me a minute and-” He started rambling.

“I- uhm... I could help you with that,” You mumbled so low a regular person wouldn’t have heard, extremely embarrassed at your own words. Your face was burning incredibly hot, and you could feel your heart pounding against your chest like it was trying to escape. Peter froze in his tracks, almost not believing what he heard.

“What was that sweetheart?” His voice was low, wanting you to say it out loud. Your face only got hotter as you stared at the ground, playing with your fingers.

“Do- Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked a bit louder this time, Peters breath hitched at the confirmation of what he thought you said.

“Of course, I do,” He sighed slightly, licking his lips. “But are you ready? You shouldn’t feel pressured to-”

“No, I-” You swallowed thickly, nerves igniting your whole body. “I want to.”

Your embarrassed state and arousal seemed to fill the silent room with a lot of noise for Peter, excitement bubbling in his chest at the thought of you finally being comfortable enough to lose your virginity... he felt honored, but his brain was fogged by the need to be on you. He knew he had to be gentle and caring, so he pushed down that urge, focusing on emotions... yet he couldn’t stop himself from teasing you, seeing you were all worked up already.

“Then say it. Say exactly what you want me to do with you,” He watched as your foot stomped lightly, at this point your eyes were glued to the floor with unwavering focus.

“I... I want to,” You let out an embarrassed little sigh, clenching your fists together. He was such an ass, making you all flustered and begging... if only you knew the reason why. You see, he had been left so needy throughout your long wait, it only seemed fair to him that he made you ask for what he’d had been internally begging for since you first started dating. Besides, it was making your panties absolutely soaked, so he knew you liked it.

“Come on... I want to hear you say it. You can do it, baby girl,” He encouraged, eyes twinkling with amusement as he moved closer to you.

“I want you to-to,” You scrunched your eyes up, before letting the last part of your sentence come out in a strained squeak. “fuck me.”

“Aw cute, but where are your manners?” He teased, acting nonchalant as if he wasn’t holding back his entire self from just grabbing you and not waiting a second longer. But he needed you to beg, knowing that you were feeling the same desperation that he was. You huffed, finally looking up to give him a dirty look.

“Please Peter,” Your voice was so needy, it seemed to drip with pure lust. “I want- I need you to fuck me, please.”

The sound of that voice, your own desperation, was like a hit to Peter’s chest. He thought he had never been this winded and taken aback before, even through years of fighting villains left and right. You seemed to be his only weakness, the only thing that could catch his senses off guard.

“There’s a good girl,” He praised, pushing himself into your small (well, small to him), soft body. He kissed you just as hard as earlier, only this time letting his hands squeeze your ass. You groaned into his mouth, your body quickly being enveloped by the same fire Peter had been battling for months.

You were so distracted by all the feelings that were rushing over you at once, you didn’t even notice Peter had guided you two to his bedroom until the back of your thighs brushed the comforter. He set you down gently, hands and mouth never leaving your body as he positioned himself on top of you. He let his lips leave your own, traveling to the crook of your neck.

You moaned aloud, the noise making your face flush red with embarrassment and Peter's cock twitch. He groaned into your soft skin, leaving small marks and hickeys to remind you of this special night. He could have stayed there forever, listening to your mewls for something as simple as a neck kiss but he needed release, and he needed it soon.

Fiddling with the bottom of your shirt, you realized what he was insinuating... it made your stomach flip, worrying about what he’d think when seeing your stomach and breasts. He pulled up to look at you and he could see the panic in your eyes.

“I want to take this off, I’ve wanted that for a long time now. Are you ready?” He asked, his gaze raking over your face. You pushed down the nervousness, realizing that he was also still fully dressed. You let your hands fiddle with the ends of his shirt as well, hoping he would get the idea but the smirk on his face crushed that.

“You want to see me, sweetheart?” He asked, tsking when you just nodded with an embarrassed look on your face. “You know how this goes, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to t-take your shirt off,” You said, quickly remembering the forgotten word. “Please.”

“Such a good listener, good girls get what they want. All you have to do is ask,” He smiled, acting like it was the easiest thing in the world, knowing it took all of your courage to muster a sentence like that. He took off his shirt letting your eyes rake down his sculpted body, drool almost immediately filling your mouth. You’d seen him without a shirt a few times, but now... the sight just made you want to cum on the spot.

You were pulled out of that trance as his hands returned to the ends of your shirt, and you didn’t want him to take it off. You were so scared of him seeing your body, so you shook your head, feeling disappointed that you couldn’t give him what he gave you. His eyebrows furrowed, worried at your sad face.

“What’s the matter? Why are you afraid?” He whispered, giving you sweet kisses on your chest making you squirm underneath him, wanting him to touch you somewhere else while also not wanting him to move.

“What if-” You cut yourself off again, but Peter understood what you were trying to say. He sat up quickly, looking you straight in the eye, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re beautiful, Y/n, every part of you. I don’t need to even need to see it to know that,” He said, seriousness etched on his every feature. When you still looked unconvinced he sighed. “You don’t have to take it off, of course, you can leave it on.”

You shook your head again.

“I want to, I’m just... I’m scared,” You said, your lips forming into another pout. He kissed it away before pulling back up.

“How about we make a deal. I take off your shirt, but you can leave your bra on until you get more comfortable. How does that sound?” He asked, wanting you to be more comfortable more than he wanted to see your breasts... something you weren’t used to hearing from a boyfriend. You trusted Peter more than anything, anyone, else. So you nodded and he beamed. “My brave, pretty, little girl.”

He slowly peeled the fabric off your body and over your head, eyes never leaving yours until it was all the way off just in case you changed your mind. When you nodded he let his eyes finally trail over you, his breath quickening just at the sight. Your face was red and embarrassed, his gaze scanning every inch of your torso and caged breasts. You moved your arms to cover up but he was quick to stop them.

“You’re so beautiful, please don’t ever hide from me again,” His eyes were pleading, so you put your arms back down, allowing him to see you. He moved down, kissing the cleavage that showed and every inch of your cute tummy. He peppered soft praises in between every kiss, truly entranced with every part of you. “So pretty. I’m never going to be able to get you out of my mind. So lucky to have such a pretty girl. Such a good girl for me.”

You covered your face in embarrassment, but the soft words made your stomach flutter and your eyes water. He was so gentle and understanding, it made you want to cry. It hurt him, how much you thought he was going to hate your body, even though this was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. Only to be topped when you would be completely naked, flustered, and squirming just for him in the near future. He would wait for you, but until then he was happy to have what he could, praising every inch of his girl.

As he got close to the band of your shorts, he began to think about how much he wanted to taste you. But he knew you weren’t ready for him to be in between your legs just yet, you’re modesty and shame were keeping him from seeing your breasts... there was no way he was going to get a good look at your pretty pussy, without killing you with embarrassment.

So he kissed and marked your thighs, running a finger underneath the band of your shorts, letting you become wetter and wetter for him. Your need was growing strong, the pressure building in your stomach full of the urge to be touched. You knew he wasn’t going to push any farther until you asked, so you whined.

“Peter, please,” You whimpered, letting your hands fall into his curls. “Please take my shorts off and t-touch me.”

“I didn’t even have to ask this time,” His eyes twinkled. “You learn so quickly, such a smart girl.”

He complimented again while slipping his fingers below the skimpy shorts before pulling them off. The cold air hit your pussy and you shivered, slamming your thighs shut in an attempt to cover up, still covering your face in embarrassment. Peter’s eyebrows rose at this, a smirk once again settling on his face.

“No panties?” He chuckled at the embarrassed little grunt you made, squirming underneath the hold he had on your waist. “Such a naughty girl. Were you teasing me on purpose? Huh, baby?”

“N-no, I- I-” You stuttered out, unable to say anything else as your flusteredness clouded your brain, your pretty little spot between your legs aching to be touched. He let his hands run on the outside of your bare legs, making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“Can’t even get a sentence out to defend yourself... I haven’t even fucked you yet sweetheart,” He hummed, sounding disappointed even though it was exactly what he wanted, making your core flutter for him. But you still kept your thighs clamped shut and it took everything inside you to keep your hands from interrupting what he could see. You would have even brought your knees up if his body wasn’t right above them.

You were so ready for him, your slick covering your thighs and glistening under the light. He so badly wanted to lick it off of you, like it was some sort of forbidden glaze just calling out for his tongue. But he was only holding back simply out of pure respect for your boundaries... though he did need you to open your legs if he was going to fuck you.

So he started to slide his boxers off, your eyes glued to the sight of cock bouncing up and out of its confines. Your mouth watered and you wondered if you could even fit him, your legs suddenly wanting to part on their own. You watched as he touched himself lightly, letting soft sighs come off of his lips, it was a sight that had your legs shaking.

You whined, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling, almost willing to touch yourself at this point.

“Look at me,” He commanded softly, your eyes coming to face him immediately. “Do you want this cock inside your tight, little pussy?”

You whimpered nodding quickly, and he only chuckled.

“Then open your legs baby,” He said, only taking you a few seconds to follow the command, though only partially. You had never been so embarrassed, unable to even look at him while he stared down at your glistening folds. It didn’t take him long before he used his strong hands to spread your thighs all the way open for him, the cold air hitting your clit and making you gasp.

He slowly brought the tip of his angry cock to your needy pussy, dragging it up and down slowly. You moaned at the sensation, body bucking from the contact. You needed him right then.

“Peter, please fuck me,” You groaned loudly, not even caring about your nerves anymore.

“Fuck,” He wanted to tease more but he just couldn’t, he needed to be inside you just as much as you wanted him. Slowly, he entered into your tight hole, cursing under his breath.

A tight pain ripped through your stomach, you whimpered a bit while scrunching your eyes closed. He was barely inside of you, yet it felt like you were being ripped in half. You felt tears brim your eyes, but you knew it would fade just like everyone said.

Peter was torn between wanting to move and wanting to pull out, the look on your face paining him while your pussy was giving him a heaven-like feeling. He stilled, waiting for you to say if you needed him out or when you were ready for him to move again. He leaned close to your face, kissing the tears that escaped and whispering sweet nothings.

“You’re doing so good honey, this will fade. I’m so proud of you,” He said, voice dripping with honey and care. You entangled your hands in his hair, rubbing your face into his neck until you were ready, giving him a small nod. “There you go, almost there my sweet girl. Almost there.”

He inched forward, every time having extreme patience until he was bottomed out. Tears dripping down your face, slight bite marks in Peter’s left shoulder, and your body screaming at you. Peter was large and long, you being a virgin made the stretch intense, along with the nervousness that had enveloped you the whole time.

Peter was so loving and gentle, holding you like an injured dove, letting you grip onto his hair and whimper into his shoulder. Sweet praises dribbled into your ear throughout the whole time as he placed soft kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and ears. Over time, each small movement became less tight, less painful, and more pleasurable.

Your slick covered his cock as he slowly moved back and forth, Peter focusing on you. Every time your whines turned more into moans he’d go a bit faster, and a bit deeper until he was at a medium, rhythmic pace. This moment was passionate, sweet, and caring, his rough thoughts completely being left behind... until he knew you could take it of course.

Besides, he didn’t have to go fast. Your tight walls were squeezing him mercilessly while your open-mouthed gasps and small mewls were driving him insane. He had waited for you for so long, and he finally had all of you... Peter was in pure bliss.

“I’m so proud of you. D-doing so good sweetheart. You feel so nice, taking my cock so good,” He mumbled in between his own moans. You only nodded into him, your nails pressing into his back.

With every gentle push of his hips, nip of his lips, and every bit of praise coming from him the wave grew larger. Your orgasm was approaching fast and you knew it, your moans got a bit louder with every thrust.

“P-peter, I’m close,” You whimpered, legs curling around his torso.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered, driving just a bit faster to push you over the edge. His dark brown eyes met your own, while yours glistened with tears from having such a wonderful partner and the tight cock splitting you open, his were filled with adoration, lust, and a glint of mischief. The euphoric smile still sat on his face, his curls rocking back and forth with his every movement.

“I want y-you to make me cum,” You stuttered, feeling dangerously close to the edge as the tightness in your stomach seemed to wind your toes into your feet. You pulled Peter as close as you could, your bodies rubbing against each other lightly.

“You wanna cum? Do it, for me. I want to feel you cum around me,” He groaned into your ear, the dirty words sending you over the edge.

“Peter!” You moaned as the wave of light crashed over you. Electricity shot through your spine as your whole body shook, your breaths coming out in quick little gasps.

The feeling of you finishing sent Peter crashing, usually, he could last for so much longer but the moment and you just felt so right. With his own moans and quick stuttering breaths, he let himself fill you up entirely. He bit into your own shoulder as you both rode your high until the end, one of you exhausted and the other one too happy to even try to continue.

Peter pulled out, your mess and his mixing into a canvas of passion on your thighs and sheets. Your body was still shaky more from nerves than anything, but the smile on your face was one of pure happiness.

Peter laid beside you, pulling you into his chest while he placed tons of kisses into your hair. You snuggled into him, listening to his heartbeat and smelling him around you.

“You did so good baby, so good. I'm so happy you trusted me enough, so proud of how well you took that,” He praised, letting his hands rake your back gently.

“Thank you, for being patient,” You whispered into him, soaking in his warmth.

“Anything for you... anything,” He hummed. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” You giggled a little bit. “But happy... I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”

“I think I feel the same... And don't worry, we’ll get you used to me in no time,” He teased, making you roll your eyes. He peppered kisses along your face now, feeling satisfied for the first time in months. Exhaustion caught up with you quickly and you soon fell asleep with your face in Peter’s hands.

He smiled at your fluttering eyelashes as your soft breaths came from your swollen lips. He thought about how lucky he was, and how lucky he'd continue to be. Slowly, he fell asleep holding you tightly, dreaming of the next time.

A/N: I literally cried my eyes out while writing this, so sweet. Praying for a boy like Peter to take my v-card just like this (tmi). I really hope you enjoyed it, and thanks again for the wonderful request, I really enjoyed writing it :,)

601 notes · View notes