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lynnimini · 4 months ago

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₊⊹ 𝘮𝘳. 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 ₊⊹

description: fluff ⋆ hurt/comfort? ⋆ oneshot

In which y/n meets sungho at the lowest point in her week and he becomes her shoulder to cry on.

pairings: p. sungho x afab!reader

words: 1.8k

warnings: crying ⋆ angst but not really ⋆ some cursing

"holy shit i did not fucking need this today"

you muttered to yourself as you covered your head with your purse and ran down the sidewalk to the covered bus stop in pouring rain.

you had just gotten off work... actually no, you had just gotten released from overtime because your juniors had no idea how to handle themselves and relied on you for every. single. fucking. problem. they held you back almost every day this week, and today just overwhelmed you more than usual.

on top of your frustration, it started pouring rain outside. the gloomy, gray sky made you feel sad and fatigued, but you were forced to run down the street in heels with no umbrella to stay at least remotely dry.

after you got to the little sheltered bus stop, you sat down and caught your breath. you fixed your messy hair that was blown around in the wind. your lipstick was almost completely gone, mascara threatening to drip off your eyelashes and down your cheeks any second now.

"are you alright?"

a voice tentatively piped up from next to you. a very tall, good looking man was standing to your right and looked very concerned for you. usually sungho minded his own business and preferred not to talk to strangers, but seeing you stumble in your heels while your neat outfit and appearance got all messed up in the rain made him feel bad for you. you looked so tired that you could fall over at any moment because of the heavy wind and rain.

upon hearing sungho's question, you just started to cry. the week's frustration caught up and hit you all at once and now you looked so messy and awful that even a total stranger felt bad for you.

"oh my god i am so sorry i didn't mean to make you cry"

sungho panicked and handed you a small pack of tissues, not really having any idea what to do in a situation where you make a total stranger cry. you cried even harder as you accepted the pack of tissues, this time because of how nice he was being to a random girl who probably looked insane crying all her makeup off.

"i just saw you shivering so much and you looked so upset and i'm so so so sorry. do you want to get out of the cold? there's a cafe right down the street if that would make you feel better"

sungho really had no idea what to do, anxiously scratching the back of his neck as he tried to do whatever it takes to get you to stop crying. in your fit of crying, your body desperately knew you needed a hug, so you instinctively laid your head onto sungho’s shoulder.

sungho didn’t mind at all, but was certainly taken aback. but if anything, he was grateful that his wide shoulders were useful in this situation. he didn’t care that your makeup got all over his shirt. thankfully, your crying quieted, small sniffles and little gasps for air leaving your throat as you dabbed at your eyes and looked at sungho and nodded.

he smiled slightly at the sight of you crying less and started leading you to the cafe he mentioned. your cheeks flushed red as you followed him, remembering that you looked like an absolute mess.

"do you like coffee?"

sungho asked as you two entered the warm cafe, your skin feeling pure relief at the feeling. you nodded and sungho led you over to a small corner booth.

you sat down while sungho ordered coffee for the two of you. you looked around at the nearly empty cafe. it was beautifully decorated with a vintage green and brown theme. you were grateful that the cafe wasn't too crowded, or else you would have had to face so many people.

you took out your phone and hurriedly fixed yourself up before sungho could come back. you wiped off all your lipstick and mascara/mascara streaks and tamed your damp hair.

"i'm sorry for suddenly bringing you here and for making you cry"

sungho immediately apologized upon sliding into the booth with you. you shook your head.

"no no, don't worry about that. i'm sorry for suddenly crying like that and messing up your shirt. i don’t know what got into me. did i make you uncomfortable?"

“NO. not at all”

he suddenly shouted and you giggled in relief.

you took a moment to truly look at sungho for the first time. he had long brown hair, wide shoulders, a muscular build, and slightly chubby cheeks that you found cute. overall, he was incredibly handsome and it made you more embarrassed for looking like a mess in front of him.

sungho saw you eyeing him up and down, but noticed the way your eyes lingered on his wide shoulders, thinking about how cute it was. he was actually very proud of his wide shoulders, and it made him happy to know you could comfortably lean on him since you really needed it.

"what's your name by the way? i don't think i ever caught it in our little rush to get out of the rain"

sungho smiled and it made your cheeks heat up slightly.

"i'm l/n y/n, and you?"

"park sungho. i've been meaning to ask you what the matter was y/n. i don't see many people bursting into tears all of a sudden like you"

sungho made note of your pretty name and how nicely it rolled off his tongue before carefully teasing you for the way your first impression went. he tried to sound caring and gentle through his teasing tone.

he thought it was cute how your cheeks blushed a soft pink at his teasing before you answered honestly.

"i was just so overwhelmed at work this week and it was raining today so it made my mood a whole lot worse”

you admitted, being slightly interrupted by the lady who brought you two cups of hot coffee. you two thanked her and sungho nodded at you, motioning to continue with your story.

“and then when you asked me how i was i think i started crying because everyone asked me to do stuff and help them but never bothered to ask how i was doing”

you shyly said, watching sungho’s listening demeanor change to one of surprise.

“so you haven’t gotten any chances to relax?”

he asked. you shook your head. after overtime, it’s always been you going back to your apartment, doing chores, and heading to bed.

sungho thought for a moment after hearing that.

“have you eaten yet?”

he pressed on. he wasn’t slick. even though he saw you soaked and appearance messed up by the rain, he thought you were so beautiful. he didn’t wanna be pushy since you were crying earlier, and was genuinely worried, but now that you’ve opened up he really wanted you to see that he was interested. too bad sungho doesn’t have much experience flirting. he has no clue what he’s doing.

“no, not yet. i was planning to go to the store to pick up groceries but clearly..”

you gestured to the heavily pouring rain and sungho laughed softly.

“do you maybe wanna go get something to eat? my treat for making you cry earlier”

sungho laughed nervously this time and you shook your hands at him.

“please let me pay! you already paid for coffee and were kind enough to let me ruin your shirt. it’s the least i could do”

you pleaded with him but sungho adamantly refused. he thought ‘what kind of man would i be if i didn’t pay for dinner?’

“i’m paying. please? it’s my way of telling you you need to think about yourself more instead of other people”

he begged and you couldn’t say no to his pleading eyes, so you reluctantly agreed. he got up and led you to the exit, taking your hand and smiling at you before you went outside.

“ready?”

he smiled mischievously and you laughed, nodding at him. he quickly dashed down the street, holding his hand above his head while you did the same.

“this is so fun!”

you shouted and you could hear his happy laugh from just up ahead. you two reached a noodle restaurant and he brought you inside to sit at a table. you two looked at the menu and ordered before resuming your conversation again.

“do you, maybe, feel better than before?”

sungho asked tentatively. he was afraid of sending you back into a fit of tears, and was pleased when you smiled and nodded.

“thank you for everything today sungho. really.”

you smiled and sungho’s smile faltered a little.

“you’re making it sound as if we’ll never see each other again”

he chuckled nervously, bringing his hand to the back of his neck again. your eyes widened at his implications before you smiled teasingly.

“are you saying you wanna see me again? my soggy, messed up appearance didn’t scare you away?”

you laughed as sungho nodded furiously, but shook his head straight after.

“yes! i mean no! yes i wanna see you again and no to the looks thing. i thought you looked really pretty while you were running over to the stop for shelter”

he started off confidently, voice fading to quiet mutters. your cheeks flushed a soft pink, flattered that he could even think you looked pretty in that state.

“you’re so sweet sungho! i’m happy you thought so”

you said as you giggled seeing the way his cheeks flushed a similar shade of pink as yours.

“soooo, does that mean i can have your number?”

he asked shyly, and you nodded, handing him your phone to put his number in. you two had a really good time talking and eating together in the noodle shop. you guys fit each other so well, having similar likes and dislikes, and even having gone to the same high school together.

after you finished eating, sungho rode the bus with you and you two parted ways there. you guys were sad you two had to part ways, but sungho was more relieved you got off before him, meaning you were home by the time he got off.

by the time both of you were settled and comfortable in your own homes, sungho decided to be brave and send you the first text. it was just a simple “hiii, it’s sungho 😊”.

the moment you heard the buzz from your phone, you eagerly picked it up and blushed at what he saved his contact in your phone as. you didn’t know for sure if he caught you staring, but it was sweet nevertheless:

“your shoulder to cry on <3”

#boynextdoor #han taesan #kim leehan #kim woonhak #lee riwoo #myung jaehyun #park sungho #bnd #bnd x reader #boynextdoor x reader #taesan #leehan #woonhak #riwoo #jaehyun #boynextdoor sungho #sungho x reader

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linkemon · 4 months ago

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Kuro (Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader)

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ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴋᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜ��ᴛ.

[Reader] dialed Kuroo's number again, ignoring the cat that was pawing at her leg.

Raindrops slowly appeared on the sidewalk. However, all you had to do was look above the two large skyscrapers to see that a downpour was coming.

— Great. All I need right now — she muttered.

The girl did not have an umbrella with her. She knew she couldn't wait any longer for the captain of the volleyball team. The prospect of a cold did not encourage her to make any sacrifices.

She looked at the black kitten. He didn't have a collar and yet he didn't behave like a stray cat. He was clean. Moreover, he had been trying to get her attention for several minutes.

— I won't leave you in the rain — she said, taking it into her arms. — Just don't bite me, please.

— I'm back! - [Reader] announced, putting away her shoes.

She was dripping wet and wished she could change her clothes.

— Why so early? — a voice rang out in the living room. — And whose cat is this? — The older brother looked at the animal suspiciously.

— I was waiting for Kuroo-kun but he didn't come. And the cat... I stumbled upon him on road... — she finished uncertainly. — Tomorrow I'll put out ads, maybe someone is looking for him.

She knew she would have to hide the new tenant in the room. Parents were reluctant to see this type of friends at home.

— Maybe the captain finally realized that you were into him and ran away in fear... — the boy laughed.

The cat meowed loudly, almost making the girl drop her bowl.

— Very funny! — She hit her brother on the shoulder with the milk bottle. — Maybe something happened to him? He had an accident or...

— I'm sure with his reflexes it's hard to get hit by a car. I'm off to class. — He ruffled her hair.

[Reader] locked the apartment, then went to the bedroom.

— Well, kuro, no more wet clothes.

She took out pants and a loose T-shirt from the closet with the intention of changing her clothes. However, she was stopped by the animal's strange reaction. He stared at her with large brown eyes in disbelief. The girl assumed she guessed his name because he seemed to understand it was about him. Once she decided to lift her wet sweater, he turned his tail towards her. It was as if he had no intention of spying.

— Don't you want milk? — She walked over and scraped the bowl. — Maybe you're bored? — She threw a ball of paper.

The cat's first instinct was to catch the rustling object. After a while, however, as if embarrassed, he left it.

[Reader] glanced at the smartphone screen.

From: Kozume Kenma

The last time I saw him, he was leaving to see you. His battery is probably dead because he doesn't answer. I'll ask the guys and see if he came home. We'll be in touch.

— Maybe he found out about the chocolates and didn't want to upset me? Although it's not really his style... On the other hand, now it's not just the whole school that's following him... Rather, the whole prefecture... He's probably already got piles of homemade sweets and I'd go out with the ready-made ones from the store... If he ignored me on purpose, it's probably for the best. — She lay down on the bed.

Kuro meowed before jumping onto the freshly laundered sheets. The girl frowned at the brown streaks. She was going to have to play with bleach.

The animal placed its fluffy paw on her thigh. She scratched him behind the ear, earning him a purr of satisfaction. The sound was like the faint roar of a car.

— I don't have a basket, so you sleep with me. — She took the cat for a nap.

At first he struggled slightly but after the third attempt he gave up.

He fell asleep, cuddled up next to his temporary owner.

The girl rubbed her eye. She was woken up by the strange sound of quiet chewing. Even more strangely, her right arm seemed to be covered with something heavy.

— Are you awake yet? — A familiar voice reached his ear.

She looked towards it and found the owner. It was none other than Kuroo Tetsurō.

— Why do we sleep in the same bed? — she asked.

It seemed incredibly stupid to her right after she said it out loud.

— I was a cat and once I turned back into a human, you weren't going to let go of my hand while you were sleeping — he replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

— Let's assume it sounds rational... Why are you covered in chocolate?

— I was hungry and there were chocolates on the bedside table. They were technically mine anyway, so I guess it doesn't bother you. — He wiped the corner of his mouth. — Just for the record, not every girl is into me. And even if they were, none of them is you...

[Reader] blushed. Trying to process everything at once was too much for her.

— I guess we have a lot to talk about...

#kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo testuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haiykuu!!#oneshot x reader #cats

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beautouslysandy · 2 years ago

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Laughing In The Rain

By-Sandy

Sodapop Curtis x GN!Reader

Warnings:Zero, just fluff with soda

Word Count: 1,031

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-You are a care-free sweet-hearted person, you have many people in your life but there is only one person you wanna spend it with and that is Sodapop Curtis. The boy next door, in simple terms. -You get butterflies just thinking about him. He is your dream and he just doesn’t know it. You haven’t seen him a lot since he dropped out of school. You miss seeing his smile when you’d was eachother in the halls. You miss seeing him everyday in History class. You miss him so much. -You guys have know each-other for 4 years, you aren’t the best of friends but your still pretty close. You know almost everything about him, not in the creepy way of course.

-Little do you know that he is missing you too.

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It was a murky and rainy evening, you were at your desk studying for upcoming exams. Your desk faced the window so you could look out onto the street. Great for people watching is what you and your dad always joke about. You tap your pencil on your desk repeatedly, your growing bored and frustrated with studying this material. You look out the window zoning out. You love the rain, you love the smell of the freshly wet grass, the feeling of it hitting your skin, and for some odd reason you lived for the stormy grey the sky and clouds turn during a rainstorm. You enjoyed the little things no one else did. You came back to the present time, you say two little girls in rain attire jumping in puddles, you laughed to yourself as you thought it was adorable. You eyes wander to see the Curtis’ house and some of their friends out on the porch. They were knocking on the door, all huddled together trying to get through the open door first. You have this idea to go out into the rain and just enjoy it. You chicken out at first cause you don’t wanna embarrass yourself, you then begin to wonder why would I be embrassed if I am enjoy something I like. ‘Screw it.’ You thought to yourself.

You get off the desk chair and leave your studying to another time. You were about to walk out the door when you hear your mom’s voice call to you. “Y/N L/N, please tell me you are not going in the rain wearing that?” She said peeking out of your parents study examining your outfit like it was a report card.

I look at my outfit, I had on dark blue flare jeans with white roughed up shoes and a white sweater with your sliver locket.

“What do you mean?” You asked confused with what was wrong with your outfit

“Put a jacket on, young lady. Then you can go play or what not in the rain.” She said sternly with a smile.

“Okay, ma” You say willingly as you grab your black rain jacket and put it on. You open the door and close it, you take a deep breath. And as you guessed it smelled like freshly wet grass. You are pretty sure you have candle of the smell somewhere in your disorganized room.

You walked out into the rain, you giggled as your hair got wet. You went to grab the hood of the chair to put it on then you found nothing and then it hit you that you had forgotten that this rain coats hood was murdered last year after your little brother had the smartest of ideas to use it to play tug a war with the neighbors dog. You sat down on the sidewalk and played with the grass just enjoying as the rain hit your skin. You smiled with your eyes closed and took a deep breath again. You picked a dandelion out of the grass surprised that it wasn’t ruined by the rain. You twirled the stem around with your fingers. You zoned out until you heard a familiar voice saying:

“Y/N? Why are you sitting on the sidewalk when it’s raining?” You looked up to see Sodapop, you were shocked for a second then turned pink.

“Uhm..I just like the rain thats all.” You said almost like it was a question.

‘Gosh Y/N do you have any social skills?’ You thought to yourself.

“Oh. Me too” He said with a smile.

You chuckled awkwardly, “That’s nice.” you said uncontrollably

“Uh yeah.” He said sounding a little sad

This conversation was going no where. Until you said:

“So how’s been?” You said confidently, you even added a smile. You felt your skin turning pinker by the minute. He smiled, glad to find a topic. “It’s been great! As you know I am working at the DX full time now and..” He began sitting down right next to you looking you in the eyes. He’s eyes were sparkly, he didn’t have a rain coat on or anything just a white t-shirt, his DX short sleeved button up and hat, and his shoes and oil stained jeans. You completely zoned out, you didn’t anything he said and you found him looking at you happily and waiting for a response.

“Oh I am sorry, I zoned out” You said awkwardly and a bit embarrassed.

He looked at you with same sparkle in his eyes and replied with “Thats okay! Happens to me all of the time! I will just repeat what I said…” and he did.

———

You don’t know how long you guys have been out there but you didn’t care and he didn’t seem to either. Most of your conversation had been filled with laughs and giggles. It’s was still raining and y’all were soaked but it didn’t matter, you were happy. “So..” He said picking at the grass, picking out a strand of one from a patch of crab grass on your lawn. “Would you like to come over and hangout?” He asked looking at you with his perfect smile.

You didn’t say anything at first, you have never been invited to a boys place before. “I-I..uhm” You were speechless and you were so flustered.

He looked at you confused “We can just stay out here if you want, I was just getting a little cold that’s all.” He finished with his smile.

“No no no. I just went blank, sorry. I would love I mean like to hangout with you or I mean you and your friends. Uh sure.” You said quickly as you felt heat find your face, you had totally weirded him out you were thinking.

He laughed softly as he looked at the ground then he looked and you and said, “I was hoping you would say that.” He stood up and held out his hand which you quickly took.

He turned and gave you a kiss on the check before leading the way to his house. When I tell you almost squealed and turned 50 shades of red I mean it. Believe me.

Thank you for reading!

-Sandy

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #sodapop curtis #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop imagine #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis imagines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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shiftyjaxic · 6 months ago

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yo i had the goofiest dream

erm to anyone that cares :3

- [ ] playing with my friends at a big playplace w/ ball pits and slides and rainbow padding and stuff

- [ ] waiting for something in the corner

- [ ] waited for too long and i got hit or smth and knocked out???

- [ ] i woke up, fast forward to nighttime and maybe a couple years

- [ ] the playplace closing up for good, dusty off white sheets covering almost everything

- [ ] i went to go explore the playplace and what changed

- [ ] i got stuck in some sort of valley structure with live and/or dead fish

- [ ] two or more girls were giggling spraying water into the valley

- [ ] whatever my outfit was turned into a swimsuit: shorts and tangtop i guess

- [ ] i was screaming about the sliminess of the fish against my bare skin and fantasizing about having a normal shirt pants and shoes so i could just not feel them

- [ ] i got out somehow and into the lobby

- [ ] my mom, aunt, uncle, and (supposedly) cousin were out there waiting

- [ ] my swimsuit disappeared and i was completely naked with only a towel covering me

- [ ] “where’s my clothes?” i asked, to which no one even payed attention to me

- [ ] grabbed what looked like my clothes in a bag, turned out to be some plastic magnet shapes

- [ ] family disappeared (i took no notice)

- [ ] i morphed into a sick teal cyber skin of Belle from Brawl Stars and went into 3rd person of myself with mobile video game gui, the lobby turned into some sorta teal sci-fi video game lair

- [ ] another copy of a sick teal cyber skin of Belle Brawl Star came up to me and started slowly attacking me

- [ ] i used a sad sitting emote in hopes that she would take pity on me (she didn’t and killed me)

- [ ] she then gave me an injection and i was on her team (morphed into something else similar to sick teal cyber skin of Belle Brawl Star, but purple)

- [ ] she lead me to an elevator, opened it, and let me go in first

- [ ] i went in, but i was so panicked for some reason i hit the emergency button that opened the doors in between two floors

- [ ] i did a “well at least it’s open…sorry btw” emote ig and Belle forgave me and lead me onto the floor

- [ ] she crawled into a vent that spiraled upward and beckoned me in after her

- [ ] i followed, going more and more slowly cuz the vents were WAY too polished

- [ ] i was slippin and slidin, grabbing onto the vent walls to try to pull myself forward as Belle continued without any problem

- [ ] the vents were turning less into vents and more like a tight cave as i heard Belle’s voice echoing, talking to me and someone else smth like “Ain’t this so much better?” “Ey, you watch those hands, boy!”

- [ ] i eventually got the hang of it and climbed through

- [ ] on the other side was a sunny day with grass land, some grass yellow and dry, some tall and somewhat soft

- [ ] Belle morphed into a farm dog that goes crazy for grass and the top layer of earth and gets mad after too many pets, playing with a farm boy that was seemingly the owner of the dog (i didn’t see the transformation)

- [ ] i fully climbed out of the vent

- [ ] we weren’t on a farm, but a grassy patch on the corner of the sidewalk in a sort of under developed?? town (half of the buildings were made of light yellow bricks)

- [ ] i took a turn of playing with the dog and watching her go crazy over grass and dirt and getting it everywhere, called her smth corny like “Oh, you’re a grassy doggy, aren’t youu?”

- [ ] my friend Manny walked up to us, looking about 13 years old holding a swirly dark grey and wine skateboard, wearing an oversized tee that covered his shorts with the same colors of some sorta rock band, having shoulder length wavy brown hair with blonde tips, and a mostly white candy crown

- [ ] “eyyyy Manny!” i said and all 4 of us were hanging out

- [ ] then before Manny was gonna leave, he left a rice crispy on my lap (i think)

- [ ] just before he left our grass patch and onto the other sidewalk, a random light yellow brick hut that was spewing smoke spewed a bit of fire

- [ ] we all looked to the hut and were like “wait…was that fire?? should we help them or something??”

- [ ] after a few more spouts of just smoke, a burst of fire licked through the singular window and through the cracks of the bricks

- [ ] and we were all like “oh shit let’s help them” and by help, all we did was scream smth like “HEY DUDE GET OUTTA THERE” cuz we saw a glimpse of someone in the hut

- [ ] and then some random mexican looking guy just walked past like the hut 5 inches away from him wasn’t gonna burst open at any moment

- [ ] i woke up, decided to type it out

thx for listening to me yappin 🥹

#dream #weird dreams #belle brawl stars #lmao belle is so random here idk why she appeared #like 💀💀💀

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marvelmymarvel · 2 years ago

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Broke My Heart Again (Part 1)

Jiraiya x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Synopsis: Needing to drop something off to Naruto, you traveled to the town they hit up to find Tsunade. However, instead of finding the blonde boy, you stumbled upon Jiraiya, and the girls he had hanging off of him.

A/n: heavy fucking angst. Reader and Jiraiya are on a break in this fic. Enjoy I suppose

Song 1: You broke my heart again - Link: https://youtu.be/TqQaY-IhVmM

Song 2: 911 by Elise - Link: https://youtu.be/SB3Dcl8PMmU)

The rain pounded harder against your umbrella, majority of you was dry. Everything except for your feet. "God I was stupid to leave without rain boots" you muttered to yourself as you looked around at those that were properly dressed. You saw a hotel sign and craned your neck to try and get a look at the name, "ah! There it is!!" You exclaimed excitedly as you sped up.

Naruto had left a very important item and you figured you could run it to him before him and Jiraiya continue on....

Jiraiya.

Your heart lurched at the thought of him. Jiraiya said he wanted a break, and in your hopes of him staying, you agreed. You couldn't remember why you were taking a break, the argument was forgotten as soon as the venomous words "I want a break!!" left his mouth. Lightning lit up the sky, you knew he loved you. He'd come back-

Thunder clapped and your body stopped in its tracks, mind not quite figuring out what exactly made you stop. Your heart was in your stomach, eyes wide and lips quivering. What caused this? Then, another round of laughter hit your ears.

A booming laugh. His laugh. Your head turned slowly to where it was coming from. If you would have slowed down, taken in your surroundings, you would have figured it out without embarrassing yourself, but you rushed towards the curtains none the less.

Whipping them open, your e/c eyes landed on Jiraiya lounging on a pile of pillows. Two girls were curled up against him, dainty fingers tracing up and down his body the way you used to. Your world started to spin a bit. It wasn't the girls that made you sick, though, it was him.

Jiraiya was smiling and laughing, drink in one hand as he let his other hand run up and down one of the girls backs. So this is why he wanted a break. The more you watched, the more it broke you. Finally, after what felt like centuries, you tore your eyes away and moved to get out of the doorway.

A hand gripped your wrist, halting you in your tracks. Yet you didnt feel it. Everything felt numb. Your ears were ringing and your mind was hazy. It felt the same as when you got too drunk, but this time you were feeling every emotion possible. How was that possible? To feel nothing yet everything all at once?

A muffled voice started to come through the haze, it was saying your name. At the same time another hand rested itself on your waist, hauling you to the side of the building. Rain cascaded onto you, your umbrella long forgotten on the sidewalk where your heart also laid.

Your eyes were downcast, brain trying to process every lie that he told you. He just wanted a break so he could screw other girls. How many breaks have you been on now? 5? 10? And each time you thought it was because of something you had done.

Your brain was questioning why you weren't acknowledging the man who was towering over you, spewing apologies and lies, but it's because your heart couldn't take it. You couldn't take it anymore. Finally, your eyes snapped up to his, hatred floating among the tears that threatened to mix with the rain drops flowing down your cheeks. Your brain apparently couldnt keep up with your mouth either.

"I hate you"

It was his turn to react. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. Hate? Did you.... really hate him? "Y/n.... Please let me-"

Your threw your hands onto his chest, pushing with all your might to get him off you. He stumbled back, almost falling into the road if he wasn't semi prepared for that attack. Your brain was now screaming as to why you pushed him... why couldn't it see that everything was aching? Your heart, your body, your soul. Everything was aching but your stupid brain couldn't feel any of it. Refused to feel any of it.

"You lied to me. All those times you LIED to me. And you think I'm just going to let you continue lying?!" Jiraiyas heart was pounding at your words, mentally counting the number of times he's lied to you. His face softened, 15 times. He's lied to you 15 times. And you fell for 14 of them. He didn't know how to fix you, to stop the ache, but he did know one thing.

You deserved so much better.

Stepping back, he bowed his head at you. "I apologize... I think it would be best if we permanently separate-"

Your shoulder bumped into his as you stormed past. He was confused, until he turned with you and saw Naruto coming out of the hotel. "NARUTO" your broken scream sounded out, causing the blondes head to whip your way. The boy had a million emotions flash across his features - surprise, confusion, concern, realization, happiness - before once again morphing into a look of concern as he took in your blood shot eyes.

"Hey. Thanks for my jacket, why are you crying?" He asked as you got closer to him, your sniffle hit his ears and his concern only deepend. Then his eyes flicked to the man storming after you.

Oh.

"What the hell did you do to my mom!?" Naruto screamed out, causing you to cringe as now all eyes were on you three. "Don't start anything. Take your jacket-" he ignored your words the minute you handed him the jacket. Throwing it over his shoulder, the 16 year old stormed past you to stop the older man in his tracks. "Naruto" you warned, eyes widening as the much smaller boy tried to size up the much bigger, more experienced man. Jiraiya could snap him like a twig, but he wouldn't and Naruto knew this.

"What the hell did you do." Naruto whispered angrily, teeth barred as his fists clenched harder and harder the more the silence dragged on. "Naruto Uzumaki" you snarled out as you too stormed over to him. "You don't wanna do this kid" you heard Jiraiya whisper, causing your anxiety to thicken and your pace to pick up speed.

"You've hurt her way too many times old man and I'm tired of hearing her cry herself to sleep every other month-"

Your hand gripped Naruto's shoulder as you yanked him back. "Enough." You snarled out, eyes full of anger and malice. While they were glued to Naruto and Naruto alone, you both knew who it was really directed towards. "I'm breaking up with him anyway so you won't have to worry about anymore crying." Jiraiya's eyes widened and you realized that your brain had finally caught up to every fiber of your being. You were no longer numb.

You were pissed.

"Your training shouldn't be and will not be dependent on what just happened here. So don't ruin this opportunity, Naruto" he nodded at your words but shot a glare over your shoulder to the man behind you anyway. "I'm going home now. Please be careful and I'll see you when you get home"

He nodded sadly at you, he wished that you could be his trainer, but you had given the ninja life up when he was born so you could raise him. Pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, you turned him and shoved him so he could head back to the hotel. He shot one more glance back to you but you simply waved with a tight lipped smile. Whatever Jiraiya was about to hear was going to hurt more than the beating Naruto was about to lay upon him.

Jiraiya watched your back, hating how the air grew thicker the longer the silence mixed with the rain.

"I want your shit out of my house when you get back. I'll even pack it nicely for you so you don't have an excuse to stay longer than I'll allow. I don't want to have any communication with you unless it pertains to Naruto."

"Y/n-"

You whirled around, eyes locking with his instantly as if you weren't afraid of losing him. As if he was a stranger passing by. "I've let this go on for far too long. I wish you the best, I suppose..." you snapped out. Something shiny flashed in the distance, however you couldn't get a better look thanks to the giant man in front of you. But you had a feeling you knew what it was...

Who it was.

"Now if you'll excuse me... My search party has arrived" you took off towards something behind him, eyes bright at the sight of the newcomers.

"Your search party?-" Jiraiya turned to look at who you were talking about, but he wish he wouldn't have. Your arms went up as you tackled the three out of breath ninjas waiting for you into a weird group hug. Upon request, the 5th hokage requested that Kakashi, Gai, and Genma tag along, but you didn't want that so you left. You forgot just how fast they truly were.

Jiraiya watched as Kakashi shied away from the hug while Gai and Genma embraced it. If Jiraiya wasn't mistaken, you were on Gai and Genma's team growing up. But something was different between the two men. While Gai's hand was high on your back, Genma's was dangerously low on your hip. Jiraiya sighed to himself as he watched the four of you heading back to the leaf village.

You were leaving single, but he had a feeling you wouldn't be when he returned.

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xoxoavenger · 3 years ago

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Since You’ve Been Gone

pairing: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Fem!Reader

summary: Peter loves Y/N, but his past is still with him.

word count: 4724`

warnings: talk of Gwen's death, some angst

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Y/N took a deep breath as she walked into the lab room. She had gotten there early, but almost all the seats were already taken. She looked around, weighing her options. She could sit next to a blonde girl wearing sunglasses indoors, a boy with a shaved head and a kind face, or a boy with brown hair. The last one looked pretty cute, and she made her choice quickly. She sat next to him, keeping her head down as she put her bag on the ground against the table. She noticed he was reading a book, but she didn’t recognize it.

“Hi,” She said quietly, making the boy look up at her. She thought for a second that he would be annoyed she interrupted his reading.

“Hello.” He said in the same tone, giving an awkward smile. She returned it, knowing that she had to introduce herself before he turned back to his book and the whole semester became awkward.

“I’m - my name is Y/N.” She smiled for real, then looked down at her hands, which were resting on the table. “Y/N L/N.” She looked back up at him, seeing his real smile this time.

“Peter Parker.” He watched her nod, licking her lips out of nervousness.

“What’s your major?” She asked, moving to get the chemical goggles required of the class out of her bag. Their first lab was very chemical heavy, as she had read on the syllabus.

“Biochemical engineering.” She froze as he spoke, the major shocking her. This kid was super smart. He smiled as she dropped the goggles onto her desk, still not looking at him. “You?” She was about to answer when the professor walked in.

“Good morning! I hope you all got my email over break. If not, you’re already close to failing.” Y/N turned finally to see Peter putting his book away and grabbing his own goggles out, along with a notebook. “Get a good look at the person sitting next to you; they will be your lab partner for the rest of the year.” Y/N looked over to Peter, who was already staring.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Zeus, slow down!” Y/N smiled as the dog pulled on the leash again, making her stumble slightly on the sidewalk. She was passing the park, and she looked over to see the children playing on the play structure. She was so lost in her own world, she stumbled even worse when Zeus pulled his leash once more and hit something, losing her balance and the leash as she began to fall. Before she could blink, an arm was wrapped around her stopping her from falling. She held on to the person who caught her, and when she was able to finally look up she saw a familiar face.

“Peter?” She asked, smiling as the boy just stared at her. The two were frozen for a moment, not sure what to do when Peter finally let go of her, stepping away as he handed her the leash he had also caught.

“That’s a cute dog.” Peter said, looking at the puppy who was now barking and panting at Peter's feet.

“It’s my neighbor’s. She pays me to walk him on my free days.” Y/N smiled, making Peter nod. The two had never seen each other outside of class, and it was quite awkward with the common denominator being eliminated.

“Is there a day you’re completely free?” He asked, making Y/N’s heart speed up. Of course she thought he was cute, his shy smile and pretty brown eyes had made her flustered since the very first day.

“Between work and school, it’s a toss up.” She nodded, not fully understanding what he meant. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I get it.” He chuckled awkwardly, clapping his hands once and looking around. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in class.” He said, and she nodded as he walked past her, smiling in goodbye. She felt her heart trying to escape her chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the thought she had. What if Peter hadn't been asking solely to be friendly?

“Peter?” She turned, and he paused on the sidewalk, finally spinning to look at her. She walked a couple steps to be closer to him, then grabbed her phone from her pocket. “Could I have your number? Just in case I do have a free day come up.” She flashed a nervous smile, waiting for Peter’s response. He seemed slightly shocked, which scared her just a little bit.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He watched her unlock her phone and open it up to the contacts app before taking it from her and inputting his own number. “There ya go.” He smiled more happily than she had seen, making her grin brighter.

“Cool, thanks.” She put her phone back in her pocket, then opened her mouth to talk again. She didn’t get the chance, however, because Zeus picked the best time to pull on his leash. She jolted backwards, the dog wanting to continue his walk. “I’d love to stay and talk, but he’s obviously not happy being in one position.” Peter chuckled, and Y/N turned, beginning to walk again.

“See you in class, Y/N!” The way Peter said her name made her heart race, and she smiled as she slowly walked backward.

“See ya soon, Peter Parker.”

“Hello?” Y/N almost lost all her nerve as Peter answered the phone. She wasn’t sure why she had decided to call him; it seemed like it could have been a good idea, but now that it was happening, she wasn’t so sure. She should have just settled for a text.

“Hey, Peter. It’s Y/N. From chem. Um, I was just, I wanted to know what you were doing this Saturday.” She took a deep breath, hoping he couldn’t hear it.

“I didn’t - I don’t - I don’t have plans.” His smile was evident even through the stuttering, but it was enough to warm her heart.

“Cool, nice, yeah. Maybe we could, like, do something. If you’re up for that?” She was ready to throw herself into a pit, because this was the worst attempt at flirting she had ever done. She had holed herself in her room for a whole hour to practice the conversation, telling her house-mates to leave her alone. She was doing a fine job during that time, but all the words she ever knew had seemed to leave her.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” The line was quiet for a moment, and she still had not calmed down. He may have accepted her invite, but they still had no clue where to go. “Maybe we could go ice skating.” He said as if he read her mind.

Not quite read, though, because she couldn’t skate. Hated it, actually. She had been once, a couple years ago, and she sucked so bad she never wanted to go again.

“Sounds great!” She heard herself say, even though her brain was screaming at her to shut up. “Five?” She asked, hoping her voice wasn’t as shaky as she thought it was.

“It’s a date.” He said, letting the line go silent again.

“See you then, Peter Parker.”

Peter was ready to throw up. He hadn’t been on a date since Gwen - he hadn’t felt like this since Gwen. He felt guilty, but he wasn’t quite sure why. He tried to push it away, because Y/N didn’t deserve that. He wanted to give her what she deserved.

Before he could get too far into his head, he saw Y/N walking through the plaza, hands in her jacket. She was looking around, beanie on top of her head, and Peter felt his heart beat faster.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, waving like an idiot. She turned and smiled at him, walking faster in his direction. “I’m glad you’re here.” He said when she got closer. She nodded, looking at the ice with a nervous face.

“So, where do we get our skates?” She asked, turning back to him. He stared at her for a second longer, trying to figure out what she was nervous about.

“Um, there’s a spot right over there,” Peter pointed to the skate rental and Y/N nodded, taking her hand out of her pocket.

“Shall we?” She held her hand out, waiting for him to take it. He hesitated before grabbing it, their fingers intertwining. The two walked silently over to the desk, waiting in line with very little small talk.

“2 pairs of skates, please.” Peter said, holding up the number two. He wasn’t quiet, but it was hard to hear over the music blasting through the air.

“Sizes?” She asked, a bit to cheerful for working minimum wage in the freezing cold. Y/N and Peter told her their sizes, and she went to the back to grab them. Putting them on the desk, she typed a couple numbers into her computer. “That’ll be twenty dollars.” Y/N let go of Peter’s hand and reached into her bag, but he had already put a twenty dollar bill on the counter. The lady smiled and took it, and the two left the line.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Y/N said as they walked to the benches.

“It's our first date, I gotta make a good impression.” Peter smiled at her as they sat, lacing up their skates before putting their shoes in a locker. Y/N stood shakily, balancing on the blades. She was ready to fall and she hadn’t even made it to the ice.

“Are you warm enough?” Peter asked, taking her hand once more. She nodded, smiling as he led her to the rink. She held on even tighter as they got closer, letting him step onto the ice first. She hesitated before stepping onto the ice, standing still almost as soon as her feet touched the slippery surface. Peter looked at her with a small smile, starting to realize what was going on. “Do you know how to skate?” He questioned with a knowing look, making her look down. He grabbed her other hand, and when she finally looked at him, he noticed she was flustered.

“I know how to skate,” She mumbled, looking back down. “I’m just not good at it.”

“I can teach you!” He was so excited that it made her smile too.

“I’ve tried. It’s just - I’m not good at it.” Y/N gasped as Peter put one hand on her back, the other still holding her hand. He began to skate backward - like a showoff, pulling Y/N along. She put a hand on his shoulder, as if they were dancing, keeping her feet steady and letting him do all the work.

“I don’t know what you mean! You’re great at it!” He smiled, and she laughed in happiness. He looked over his shoulder, turning around the corner and swinging them around. He then raised his eyebrows at her while she held tightly onto him. “Do you trust me?” He asked over the music.

“What?” Her eyes were wide, heart racing. Peter winked before bringing her hand over her head, using his other hand to spin her body. She let out a yelp as she began to falter, but he kept her steady, and made sure that she ended up facing forward.

“See, you’re a natural!” He laughed as he spoke, and Y/N laughed too, the feeling of joy inexplicable. It came from her heart and spewed out her mouth, which made his heart speed up as he heard it.

“How are you still skating backwards?” She asked as he turned another corner, still backward.

“I don’t know, I think you’re just so good it’s moving me.” He told her, their smiles the largest in the rink, the whole city. “Okay now time to learn. It’s like walking, putting one foot in front of the other, except push off.” Peter slowed down, moving both his hands to her’s so he could keep her upright but she could still learn.

“There’s no way.” Y/N laughed, trying what he said. She tripped, but he caught her, the two of them still giggling. She continued to try, stumbling and tripping less and less the more she practiced.

“Okay, I’m gonna let go of your hands now.” Peter began to let ho, but she held on tightly.

“No, no, no, I’m not ready!” She cried, smile still on her face. He finally got his hands out of the way, still skating backwards while Y/N skated toward him.

“You’re doing it!” He laughed loudly, other people looking at him weirdly. Y/N looked up at him, face lit up in joy, before she hit the toe pick. She pitched forward, arms out, and Peter moved to catch her. Their arms wrapped around each other, but they fell to the icy floor. People skated around them as they laughed, still on the ground.

“Are you okay?” She gasped out, smiling harder as he pushed her hair out of her face before helping her sit up. He stood slowly, then pulled her up as well. She slipped a bit as they stood, causing Peter to wrap his arms around her. He kept her close to him, looking at her as she puffed out breaths, whisper of a smile on her face. He finally nodded, smiling back.

“Are you?” He whispered, and she barely heard it over the music playing in the background.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great.” She barely got the words out when Peter put a hand on her face, kissing her. The kiss lasted for a couple seconds, and when they finally parted, she was smiling wider than he had seen anyone smile. It made him even happier, and he let go of her to grab her hand.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to kiss you on the first date, but I just - I couldn’t help myself.” His heart was racing now, beating faster than he thought was possible.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” She smiled reassuring at him, and the two began to skate again, this time side by side.

Saturdays became their date nights. They became official, which made their friends gush over the fact that they were dating and lab partners. The couple worked well together, completing their assignments quickly and efficiently, top of their class.

“I think we should go to the movies this Saturday.” Peter said as he added a chemical to their beaker.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t study for the final that’s in two weeks?” Y/N asked, stirring the solution. He sighed, obviously not happy with the idea.

“I don’t need to study.” Peter told her, looking over the instructions in their lab packet.

“But I do.” Y/N told him, sighing as he got up to go to grab another chemical. When he got back, he sat down heavily, then turned to kiss her quickly. Their goggles knocked awkwardly, making them both chuckle.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me.” He smiled, and the two got back to their lab.

“Mr. Parker, Mrs. L/N. Surely the lab cannot be that exciting. You haven’t even gotten the reaction.” Their professor called them out, making both of their faces burn in embarrassment. They put their heads down, continuing the experiment.

“My house?” Y/N asked, knowing Peter knew where she lived.

“My apartment.” He corrected, making Y/N groan softly. They were almost done with the lab, and once they wrote their findings down they could go home.

“But it’s so tiny.” She told him, watching as he added another chemical.

“But there’s no one there to bug us.” He pointed out as they watched the reaction.

“That’s not always a good thing.” She smirked, recalling the times they had tried to ‘study’ at Peter’s apartment, only to end up making out on his bed, their notebooks and textbooks thrown to the ground.

“I think this is a great idea.” Peter shrugged, pushing the tray with the beaker sitting on it away so they could write.

“I don’t.” Y/N said, answering the questions on her packet.

“Please? We can go to your house next time.” Peter begged, and she finally conceded.

“Fine, but we have to do it again before finals in two weeks.” She told him, and he was smiling.

“Of course.” When she looked up he stole another kiss, and the two quickly got back to work before their professor could say anything else.

“Just stay the night.” Peter said as Y/N yawned for the fourth time. She was nose deep in her notebook, not having looked up for the past hour. since their last break. When she finally did look at Peter, her vision was slightly blurry. She rubbed her eyes, and while she was blinded Peter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the bed. She laughed as she heard him kick the books and writing utensils off the bed, turning smiley and giggly when he began planting kisses on her face.

“My housemates are expecting me.” She said, but she moved her arms to hold him closer, snuggling into his chest.

“They know you’re with me.” He told her, hearing her groan. “What is it?” He asked, and she just whined.

“I’m still wearing jeans.” She sighed, which only made him laugh.

“You can have one of my shirts.” He got up, and she blearily sat up on the bed too, stripping. She caught the shirt he threw at her, putting it on as he took off his clothes in favor of a pair of red sleep pants. She grabbed her phone, texting her house group chat, before turning it off and snuggling under the covers. Peter walked to the other side, doing the same before holding her close. She turned in his arms so they were spooning, smiling as he ran his hands over her body before settling on her waist. He kissed her cheek softly, making her copy the movement with her lips even though his face wasn’t there. She was just so tired that it felt like the right thing to do.

“Goodnight.” She mumbled, brain tired. She couldn’t fall asleep, however, even though she was exhausted. There was something on her chest, something she had been thinking about in the months that Peter and her had been dating. She turned in his arms, facing him as he pulled her closer. His eyes were closed, but she could tell he was still barely awake.

Her tired brain closed her eyes before spewing out the bit of nonsense she wanted to keep a secret.

“I love you.” She mumbled, too tired to realize how royally she screwed up.

“I love you too, Gwen.” She froze in his arms. She may have been exhausted, but she knew she hadn't heard wrong. She opened her eyes, then pushed him away. She got out of bed, her body feeling numb.

He called her a different name.

She thought that he really liked her. Even if he didn’t love her, she never thought he would say a different name. This was next level betrayal, one she wasn't sure they would recover from.

“Y/N?” He whispered, sitting up in the bed. “Where’re you going?”

“Who’s Gwen?” She asked lowly, making him freeze.

“What?” Their voices could barely even be heard over the sound of the street below them.

“You called me Gwen.” She mumbled, tears beginning to cloud her vision as she went to grab her pants. To her utter heartbreak, Peter didn’t deny it. He didn’t explain, didn’t tell her anything. He just sat, frozen in silence. “Nothing? Really?” She felt a couple tears fall as she went to grab her phone and gather her school supplies under the dim light peeking through the curtains.

“Y/N, please. There’s,” Y/N paused, thinking he would explain, but he couldn’t get anything else out. She finished grabbing her stuff before walking out the door, not even saying goodbye. Peter put his head in his hands, then laid back on the bed, fighting tears.

Y/N, meanwhile, was walking home, wiping tears from her eyes as she shook with the cold. She hadn’t grabbed her sweatshirt, and she only wanted to cry more when she realized she was only wearing Peter’s thin shirt.

It was a long walk home.

“Y/N, please, let me explain.” Peter begged as they began the experiment for the day. She simply began to sort the materials, acting as if she hadn’t heard him. “Please, you don’t understand, I-“

“Can you get me the measuring beaker?” Y/N asked, cutting him off. She tilted her head but didn’t look at him, fearing she might cry if she did. Peter let out a small breath and nodded, going to the back of the class. While he was gone, Y/N let out a couple tears, wiping her face before Peter could see.

“Gwen, she was my girlfriend a couple years ago. She was - she was my first love.” Peter started to say, but Y/N turned the other way. She was crying, wiping her face before the tears could fall all the way down her face.

“Peter, please.” She whispered, trying not to hiccup.

“No, you need to know.” Peter began to speak again, and Y/N shook her head. She couldn't stay in there, grade be damned.

“Please leave me alone.” She mumbled, grabbing her bag and leaving before Peter could do anything.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Parker. Better get to work.” Their professor said, watching Y/N walk out of the class. Peter put his head in his hands, not sure what to do. He knew he needed to talk about it, and if he could have gotten the words out Y/N would have understood. But he couldn’t tell her, he couldn’t tell anyone because he couldn’t speak about it without getting choked up.

He had to fix this.

Peter hadn’t fixed anything by finals, even though he had sent countless texts and called her a million times. Because they didn’t have a lab final, Peter didn’t see her for a couple weeks, and he was getting more and more worried that she would never forgive him. He wanted her, wanted to spend time with her and get to know her better and love her more.

But he couldn’t do anything if he couldn’t find her. He thought about going to her house, begging for her forgiveness, but he was sure that her housemates already knew about him and the fact that he fucked up.

It was almost Christmas now, meaning it was cold outside. Peter tried to stay in at night, since it was too cold to be swinging around, but crime happened a lot at night. He was just heading in when he heard a scream. It was female, and it sounded like she was terrified. He quickly jumped away from the building and began swinging the short distance to the girl, hoping to get there in time.

“Help me!” Peter’s blood ran cold as he realized that he knew who was screaming - Y/N. She was screaming and crying, and he knew she was in trouble.

“Get your hands off of her!” Peter yelled as he saw two men hurting her, one holding her against the wall and the other going through her bag. Peter jumped into action immediately, not pulling his punches as he beat down. Y/N slid down the wall, clutching her throat where the man had been choking her. When Peter had finally knocked both men out and webbed them to the ally wall.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?” Peter was at her side in an instance, crouching down to check her. Her neck was becoming splotchy, and he knew it would bruise soon. He brushed her hair out of her face, hands slightly shaking.

“You know my name?” She whispered, voice hoarse. Peter’s heart raced, but he knew it was the time for no more lies. He pulled his mask off his face, watching her face change in realization. “Peter?” He saw her face go from shock to hurt, and he knew now was the time.

“Can I take you to my apartment? I just want to explain and make sure you’re okay.” He stood and extended a hand, giving her room to decline. She looked from his hand to him, and he offered a timid, shy smile. She didn’t return it, but she did take his hand to stand.

“Are you going to swing us?” She asked as he put on his mask. He grabbed her bag, handing it to her like a peace offering.

“Unless you’d rather take the subway.” He out his arm for her to walk closer, and she did, heart beating fast as their bodies pressed together. He put an arm around her, and she held on tight, eyes squeezing shut in fear as he shot a web and pulled them into the air. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, only slightly screaming out of respect for his ears. She heard Peter chuckle, which made her open her eyes. The wind stung them slightly, but she enjoyed the pretty lights that flashed as they swung through the air. When they finally landed on Peter’s fire escape, Y/N took a second before letting go of him. He didn’t rush her, but he reluctantly removed his arm from around her when she stepped back. She still wouldn’t look at him, so he opened the window and climbed in. He helped her in, then shut the window behind him. Peter took off his mask, but otherwise he stayed quiet and still in the corner of the room.

“Well?” Y/N was facing his bed, only the side of her face visible to him. He cleared his throat, playing with his mask in his hands.

“Just, please listen until the end.” Peter begged, knowing that if Y/N were to cut him off he would never get the chance to tell her the truth. When she nodded, Peter continued. “Gwen was my first love. We - I was stupid. She was the first one I told about Spider-Man, she - her dad was a great officer. He - he died helping me. As Spider-Man. And then she,” Peter’s voice was strained, tears already falling down his cheeks. Y/N still didn’t look at him, arms crossed and tears already flowing.

Peter took a deep breath before finishing the story.

“One day our friend, he was - he wasn’t himself. He was dying and sick, and he tried to take her. I-I mean he did take her. He dropped her down a clock tower, and I tried to catch her - I did catch her at first, but she kept falling, and the more me and him fought, the farther down she would fall. Until finally,” Peter sniffled, wiping a hand over his face. He was still looking at Y/N who was now looking the complete opposite way. “Finally, she fell. And I tried - I webbed her, to catch her, and I grabbed a pipe to stop, but it wasn’t soon enough she,” Peter let out a sob, and finally Y/N snapped her head to him, the two making eye contact. “She died because of me. And I have never been able to forgive myself.” It didn’t matter what was going on between the two, that Y/N was still partially upset about him calling her a different name, she was suddenly by him and holding him close, the two crying against each other.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.” She rubbed his back as he sobbed, wishing she could take his pain away. She couldn’t imagine watching someone die, let alone trying to save them and them still dying.

“It was years ago, but I’ve never been able to tell anyone. And I love you, Y/N, I do. And I want to be with you and I want you to love me. I know you do. I also know I totally ruined it and I feel terrible about it because I haven’t felt this way since-“ Before he could start crying again, Y/N moved to kiss Peter, bringing his face to her own with a hand.

“It’s okay, Peter.” She said, their foreheads pressed against each other as they parted. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I was just so hurt,” She trailed off, and the two kissed again.

“I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you, Y/N L/N.”

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endofthelinegang · 3 years ago

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tasm!peter's spidey senses failed him and miss girl (reader) is admitted to hospital (you choose why) and man is STRESSED hes there 24/7 and in SHAMBLESS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tasm! peter parker x fem! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ none

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tumblr dream boy right here, this man mmm

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The beeping of hospital machines was not comforting to the ears of Peter Parker, although he was happy they were beeping because that meant you were alive. Especially the heart monitor. He couldn’t help but think of the possibilities that were to come when you did wake up. Would you be angry with him for being able to get so many people out of danger without harming them but not you? Would you come to the conclusion that the two of you shouldn’t be together because of the way he had allowed you to be in harm's way and get injured? Peter wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened last night after you got hurt, after you screamed for him because he saw tunnel vision all he could remember was this:

This wasn’t an unusual circumstance for Peter, a murder who had not meant to kill one person was on a killing spree now because he had been identified. The two of you were out on a date when the news put out a picture of the man and you encouraged Peter to go, knowing that it would not sit right with him if he didn’t. So, Peter chased after the man and had told you to stay put, if only it was that simple. Peter raced to the last known location of the man who was on foot, but once he got there knew that he had run but wasn’t sure in what direction which changed his priorities. That was now getting you to safety, but then he heard a scream from someone else that made the hair on his body stand up straight and he swung in that direction. But when he arrived at that scene it was not because of the crimes at hand, it was because two people were in an evenly matched fight with one another and the other had just gotten hurt. Taking off once more to find you he was all but too late.

“Peter!” You had yelled laying on the sidewalk blood spewing from an unknown location on the body. You were breathing extremely hard and your pupils were dilated to the point that the color in your eyes was gone.

“No, no no SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!” Peter was in tears sitting next to you on the ground reaching into your coat pockets to try and find your phone in order to call one as well knowing that he could not rely on the people around him.

Peter went to take off his suit in order to find his phone since yours was not on the front of your body but you had put your hand up to stop him shaking your head right before you passed out.

The two of you had been in the emergency room all night and yet no one was telling him anything. Whether you passed out from blood loss or shock of the incident. Whether you had broken any bones or if you had internal damage. All he knew was that you had been stabbed twice, once in the ribs and once in the arm which both got stitched up. You had multiple other small cuts from the knife meaning he must have been swinging it around but those were all patched up. Not knowing scared him and made him angry that no one had been in your room since they stitched and patched you up. As the scene from that night played over and over again in his mind he grabbed your hand and leaned his head down onto your arm as he whispered,

“I love you, and I am so sorry.” Over and over again as tears fell from his eyes, his whole body was shaking but especially his left leg as his shoe rapidly hit the ground over and over again.

He had sat there all night with you, not once sleeping or even relaxing. Peter was tense and almost going through the stages of grief minus acceptance by the hour as you slept in the uncomfortable hospital bed. He didn’t even care about the news even though it was unusual for him because seeing that guy get caught should’ve been a priority for him but it wasn’t. Right now he was Peter Parker in a cold disinfected smelling hospital room with someone he loved dearly laying in bed as he thought the worst.

“Peter?” You had opened your eyes slightly, but the bright lights burned almost enough to give you a headache so you kept them half lidded as you squeezed his hand back.

“I love you and I’m sorry.” His head popped up from the side of your arm and you opened your eyes wider to see him. His voice was shaky, his eyes puffy, dark circles forming under them. Peter released your hand, sure the next words that would come from your mouth would not be pleasant.

“I love you too, don’t be sorry, you’re the reason I’m here and not dead.” You rolled your head over on the pillow to face him rather than straining your eyes.

“No, I am the reason that you’re here in the first place, this is all my fault and I understand if you don’t wanna be here anymore.” Peter looked down at the floor unable to face you as his voice broke.

“You didn’t tell that man to come after me, you didn’t tell him to hurt innocent people. I can’t expect you to carry the weight of this city plus me constantly. That’s impossible so when the two things collide I expect you to do what’s best for everyone, not just me.” You took deep breaths while speaking, the more awake you were the more pain you were in. Regardless you reached your arm out to touch Peter’s face, the tips of your fingers barely brushing his cheek.

“I-I can’t lose you, so don’t say that please don’t say that.” Peter leaned forward again and grabbed your hand cupping it into his own.

“I can’t lose you either, so don’t say anything about me not wanting to be here anymore because I got a little hurt. I don’t blame you for what other people do. You might be a hero, but you’re still a human. One human who is doing the job of so many all the time. Don’t make this so hard on yourself.” You smiled at him sympathetically jerking a little as a cold chill hit you.

“I-thank you. Are you cold? It’s freezing in here.” Peter noticed the goosebumps forming on your arm as he rubbed his other hand up and down the limb.

“Yes, but it’s okay, better than outside.” You joked with him a little as he released your hand taking off the jacket he wore overtop of the hoodie not even thinking about your jacket that was laying on the back of the chair he was sitting on.

Before you could protest Peter sat on the edge of your little bed pulling your forward a bit to put the jacket behind you and get your arms through the sleeves. Even going as far to put the hoodie over your head and zipping it up gently not wanting to put any pressure on the wound from your side.

“Thank you, also pull your sleeves down, I can see your suit.” You warned him not wanting anyone to see what he had hid for so long.

“I don’t care about that right now, are you warm enough? Do you want my hoodie?” Peter was shaking his head, still incredibly upset at what had happened.

“I care, and no this is good. Peter, I am okay. Settle down, I’m awake, I’m talking, and now I’m warm.” You weren’t sure that anything you said was helpful towards his state, but you tried your best to prove you were fine without overdoing it.

You reached out and started pulling his sleeves down yourself worried that someone could come in at any time and he just sat and watched as you did so in awe that you cared about him enough in this moment to keep him safe. Tears started finding their way down his face again he shook his head putting it down again. He could not believe the luck that he had gotten tonight and the luck he already had since he had been with you.

“Hey, cmon Peter, stop that. It’s okay, I’m okay.” You put your hand under his chin, lifting it up, slowly sitting up. You used your other hand to wipe tears off his face.

“Lay back down, I saw you wince, does your side hurt? I mean that’s not even a question of course your side hurts.” Peter grabbed both of your hands in his own gently moving you backwards to lay back down rather than take care of him.

“Sh, it’s okay.” You took advantage of the position you were in and grabbed his face as he hovered over you. Pulling him down you kissed him softly letting your foreheads touch slightly.

That was until people started running down the hall with multiple gurneys, you both looked to the hallway where everyone was in a panic trying to get all these injured people into empty rooms.

“You sure you don’t need to do any more Spiderman stuff tonight?” You tried to let him know that you were in a good enough place for him to go and do his own thing.

“Not a chance.” He shook his head pressing his against yours, your noses touching. Peter was not gonna leave you alone tonight or until you were fully healed again. No matter what the city was doing he was gonna be with you..

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker headcanon #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker

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spikesbimbo · 3 years ago

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HELP!!! virgin aone being so scared to touch you because he's been told he's so big, rough and tough his whole life 🥺🥺

-.._.-''-.εїз cute shy baby virgin!aone, titty grabbing, fingering

shy virgin! aone who turns red at anything more than a peck on the cheek. Taking it slow with him, insisting that he takes care of you first after you asked to give him a handy, almost saying yes to your pleading puppy dogs eyes. But with his little sheer remaining will power he said no, instilled in him since day one, ladies first.

Having to guide his hands all around your body, starting with your sides. Trailing up the sweater you had on as your hands rested on top of his, completely drawfing them. Using all your mental strength to control yourself from the feeling of his rough calloused fingertips inching further and further up your waist, remembering that you were the one taking the lead and instructing him on what to do.

His body freezing when his fingertips hit your bra, nervously turning his gaze to the floor as your body grew hotter as his adorable reaction. Hesitating for a second to let him catch his breath before grabbing the base of his palm as you lead it up to your chest, squeezing your hand around his, fully encompassing you tit.

Hearing his voice crack as he let in a breath, seeing his gaze was still beneath him, as you took it into your own hands to relax him. Your free hand coming up to his jaw, turning it easily upward as he didnt resist and stroking it lightly, knowing that, that was the way you would always put him to sleep.

A silent gaze as your eyes meet his, his intense stare was nothing as you had him completely lost in your own little world. Neither of you breaking eye contact as your thumb traced his bottom lip. His eyes fluttering, doing there best to stay open as his blush grew to his ears. Pride growing deep in your chest that you were the only one to see him this vulnerable, to see him looking like a lost puppy waiting for a treat, to have him at your complete will.

His pupils wide with unsure lust as your hand started closing around his, seeing every movement asn his face ever so slightly contort as you made him grope your tit again. His warm hand was getting hotter and hotter as he grew more confident, staying put even when you let your hand drop. Repeatedly peering down to your breasts before quickly going back up to you again.

“You can take it off.” Your voice soothed out, a hint of mischief lingering in your tone. Eyes batting up at his as you could see the gears turning in his head.

“I- , uh.”

Letting out a little laugh that you couldn't constrain while he couldn't form a sentence, seeing that he never would if you didn't help your poor baby boy out.

“...s’fine. I can do it this time, and you can next time.”

Chuckling as you let out a wink, seeing his eyes widening and quickly scrunching up. His cheeks turning redder, almost cooing at how cute he was, always making your heartbeat a little too fast.

“You gotta take your hand off sweetheart.” Your sheepish, sly grin breaking free as he almost instantly removed his hand, placing them both in his lap looking like a child getting scolded. Your fingers working their way behind your back as you leaned into his shoulder, lips touching his neck while his arms instinctively supported you, letting out a giggle into his ear.

Remembering what you said last time he got this far,“...Or I can't take it off.”

the words playing in his head ever since that day.

Letting your bra drop to the floor as seductively as you could. Seeing his eyes ogle you, you suddenly feeling shy too.

“T-, they're pretty.”

“Pretty?”

His head quickly nodded as he never wanted you to think he was joking about how much you loved you and your body.

Taking your chance to sit down on his big thighs, straddling his lap as you still gave him a full view, lips meeting his ears once again. “You know what else is pretty.”

Not even getting the chance to respond before your legs spread, shirt hiked up enough, middle and ring finger covering your clothed cunt. Turning his vision slowly down, not wanting to have a heart attack as he knew what laid before him.

But that still wasn't enough, mouth hanging slack as he saw how wet you were. White panties blending in with your skin as he could see the slick leaking through them. Did he get you like this? Fuck, he knew you could tell how hard he was, knowing you were playing dumb trying to be a good girl a listen to him.

But he couldn't even fist his cock without the thought of you running though his mind, you really had him daydreaming about you like you were the only thing to ever exist. Just wanting a taste of you but he knew he couldn't control himself just yet, scared that he'd break your body if you let him.

“Wanna touch there too?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance. A hint of anticipation echoing through your voice.

“I-, if you'd let me.”

“Of course.” Locking eyes with him as your lips pouted out, squishing your tits against his while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You know I'd let you do whatever with me.”

Him almost knocking off his lap as he hastily adjusted himself, his arm catching you before you could even stumble. Reminding you of when you two first met, walking down the sidewalk looking down at your phone while he was walking home, sleepy eyes barely open as he ran into you. Quickly apologizing as you just stared at him, instantly falling for him, saying he could make it up by buying you some tea.

Knocking you off your feet just to save you, what a man.

“How about this is the ‘next time’, you gotta take them off now.”

Looking head first into your cunt as you stood before him. Accepting his fate as he marveled at it a few moments before deciding on how to drag your paintes down. His rough fingers playing with the hem of your waistband as he hesitated.

“Baby, I-. Fuck…. Love, I don't think I can't control myself if I even catch a glimpse of it.”

Trying your best not to laugh as his hands rested on your thighs for now, “Well, you don't gotta take them off, do you?”

“Yeah, fuck. I can do that.”

His hand moving back up to your disgustingly soaked panties, inching there was up your thigh until he felt your slick running down them. Hearing a soft little whimper escape your soft lips, that giving him enough courage to actually, finally take care of you.

Sliding his hand down your painties, feeling your body shake the moment his middle finger hit your clit, the movement coming innate to him as he circled you nub as gently as he could. Vision locked on you, wanting to ingrain the most pretty sight he's ever seen in his mind.

Your wetness almost oozing out of you at this and you knew he could tell, his finger catching it each time. Hearing your pretty little moans and whines for him to keep going made the pain in his wrist disappear, feeling gutsy enough to take it further.

Sliding his middle finger down enough until it reached your hole, curling the tip in. Your hips rocking into it as he took the hint, sliding it in slowly enough, feeling your tight walls contract around him. Barely even fitting his finger in there, deep down wondering how you were gonna even take him.

Starting a pace as you looked blissfully fuckd out, proud that he got you like this. Feeling so overwhelmed as your body collapsed onto his, laying limp in his hold as he paused for a second, worried that he took it too far.

“You alright?”

It was your turn to be the mess, nodding quickly, embarrassed that if you even tried to talk it would come out in a pathetic moan. Wondering how you got a man like him, so perfect, always doting on you like you were a piece of glass, like you were a ‘princess’ in his words.

“M-, ah!, m’gonna cum, don't stop.”

Feeling his cock grow harder at your pleas, thankful he wasn't inside you right now or he would've cum embarrassingly fast. “Shh, s’okay. Got it, i got it.” Trying to calm himself down also.

“Nobu!, cant, i-, ngh. Please.”

Fate had it that all you had to do was ask like a good girl and he'd give you wanted, immediately cumming, making a mess all over the place as you egged you on cooing in your ear, getting your wetness all over his thighs as your thighs were shaking, thankful for his grip on you.

“That feel good? He asked, staching the back of his neck, his awkwardness shining though once again.

“Yes it felt good!” Almost in awe that he would question himself after getting you so worked up. But before you rested you could tell that he was in need of some help too, hand tracing up his thigh while his head snapped up at your touch.

“So… When are you gonna let me take care of you?”

#well good thing i like my men big rough and tough #FUDBGKJS I LVOE HTIS #👹;ᴀᴏɴᴇ #👹;ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ #aone smut #haikyuu smut #virginity tw #aone x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years ago

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Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨5

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) threats, implied and mild violence

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: So between Friday and Saturday I’ll be doing eight hours a day for @buckyownsmylife‘s writeathon (like 12-8pm EST) but you can send an ask at any time. I will share a list of what I intend to work on and possible ideas later today if you wanna ask some questions or gab about whatever. After the last few days on tumblr and that nonsense, I think we need a little carelessness.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You walked and walked until you could no more. You stopped in front of another humongous set of gates and ordered an Uber. You waited in the dark in the shadow of the wall and a car slowed as it approached. You waved as the model and plate matched the app and got in. The driver remarked on the odd pick-up but you just shrugged and dialed.

You’d called your mom several times and she hadn’t picked up. It was almost eleven then so you gave up as her voicemail beeped once again. You dropped your head back against the seat and held your head. Everything was fucked.

You couldn’t believe it. Clark making the offer, Marcus trying to barter with him. It was all so fucked up. Five years. Five years! You never thought Marcus to be that type, shallow and greedy. Sure, he griped about money but you always made due and you thought if you had each other, it would be enough for him. But it wasn’t and he was ready to trade you to a stranger for a check.

You felt nauseous and crossed your arms over your stomach as you hunched over. You felt like crying but you knew you couldn’t. You had to get what you needed and get out. You weren’t going to stick around to argue with either of those assholes. This was the last time you were going to let your hope be crushed.

How much time had you wasted? On both of them.

You got out in front of your building and finalised the tip for the driver. You felt worse that you were going to leave your work in that cretin’s house. That he thought he could just buy you like he did the canvas. It was all just a ploy to get in your pants. And the way he said it, “I’ll fuck her either way.” Like you would fall into his arms agog and smitten.

You rushed up the stairs as your eyes began to well and you sniffled as you unlocked your apartment door. You wanted badly to trash the large monitor sitting above Marcus’ glowing tower. You wanted to shred all his clothes and take a hammer to everything he owned.

You didn’t. You grabbed your laptop from your desk and swept into the bedroom. You pulled your floral duffel from under the bed and loaded it with your laptop, tablet, and a pile of clothes. You tossed the zip-up pouch with your passport and other important documents on top and hauled it over your shoulder. He could keep the rest of it. You didn’t care if it ended up in the dumpster.

You checked the time as you closed the apartment door and headed down the hallway. It was after midnight. You wondered if they noticed you were gone. You didn’t care. You were sending every penny back to Clark, even if you had to dip into your savings; those years of squirreling away in hopes of buying a home with the love of your life.

That was what you thought he was. You just couldn’t understand how he could be so easily won over by overpriced cars and the ridiculously overdone mansion. You came out onto the street and stopped.

Where could you go? There wasn’t a bus out of town until the morning. You could get a hotel room for the night and head to your mom’s then. God, you felt rotten at the thought of showing up at her doorstep, another failure on your shoulders. You swore to her the last time you talked that you were finally getting your feet under you.

Why were you so stupid?

You dried your cheeks with the back of your hand and adjusted the strap of the heavy bag and turned down the sidewalk. There was a Days Inn not far from your place. They might have a vacancy.

You didn’t make it two steps before you heard the car door. You tried to ignore the man as you were eager to be anywhere but out in the city streets after dark. It was too late to react as the passenger door opened and the dark figure blocked your path. The driver came up behind you and you cried out as you were seized from both sides.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you shrieked, “let go of me.”

“Shut up,” the driver said as he covered your mouth and the other man took your bag.

You murmured into his palm and kicked out with your heel, barely missing the passenger with the sharp tip. He opened the back door and threw your bag inside. He turned back and grabbed your legs as you thrashed and both men struggled to angle you in after the duffle.

You pushed your chin above the man’s hand and gasped, “please, what--”

“Shh,” you were finally forced past the door and it slammed behind you, nearly catching your skirt.

You sat up and pulled on the door handle but it didn’t budge. You couldn’t pull up the locks and your fingers just slid down the switches. Even the windows wouldn’t roll down.

“Who are you? What are you doing?” you kicked the door desperately, “please--”

“Hurry up,” the passenger growled, “don’t wanna keep the boss waiting.”

“Hey! I’m talking to you--”

“And you better stop,” the driver pulled out a gun and turned to point it at you, “close those sweet little lips and be a good girl. We got a far way to go, doll.”

You swallowed and pushed yourself back against the vinyl seat. The driver turned forward and shoved the keys in the slot as the other bent around the console and reached to snatch your clutch from you. He wrestled with you for a moment then ripped it away. He took out your phone and waved it triumphantly as the car began to move.

“Please, what--”

“Don’t make me tell you to shut up again,” the driver warned as he focused on the road, “god damn maniac got me out in the middle of the night with this shit.”

“It’ll be a good cut,” the other man said, “can’t complain about a late night if I’m getting paid.”

“The boss? Who--”

“Fuck, you ever know when to shut up?” The passenger turned to glare at you, “you’re really not doing yourself any favours so please.”

He looked forward again and flipped on the radio. He turned the dial so you were deafened by the raucous tones of hair metal. You cradled your ears and huffed as you fell back against the seat. The street lights flashed down on the seat beside you as you passed and you shook your head.

This wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. But the question still remained; who exactly was Clark Kent?

🎨

You screamed as the man dragged you out of the car. The other came around to grab your other arm as you swiped out with your nails. Your ankles bent under you as you tried to stop yourself on the mosaic stonework. The large mansion loomed over you in the dark, still night. The party was over and all the cars were gone.

You writhed as they forced you through the front door and you tried futilely to shake off the larger men. Your chest hammered with panic and you leaned back as you were dragged up the stairs. You grunted as you wriggled and hissed at how they twisted your arms back and held them firmly.

“Please, please, just let me go--”

“Well, doll, we’ve come this far,” the driver snickered, “you really think you can get out now?”

“I don’t-- who are you? Why are you doing this?”

You were dragged towards the pair of pale doors that stood open as they offered a peek of the studio within. The amber glow of a lamp washed over shadows and limned the lines of the overturned easel as you were taken inside. You whined as the men stopped just past the doors.

Clark sat in the same chair he sat in for your sessions. He smirked as his eyes fell upon you but your own skittered over to Marcus as he sat on the stool by the table of paints. You blinked and batted away tears of disbelief with your lashes. His eye was swollen and his lip split; thick rope held his wrists behind his back and coiled around his torso and legs.

“What--

“Let her go, close the door,” Clark demanded, “I can handle her.”

The moment the hands left your arms, you spun but an arm caught you swiftly around the waist. You were flung back so you sprawled across the floor. You cried out as you met the polished wood and your body rang with pain.

“Hey,” Clark warned and his footsteps neared you as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms, “that doesn’t happen again, got it?”

“Sorry, boss, I was just--”

“Go,” Clark barked as he knelt and took your arm.

The doors slid closed with a harsh snap and you hit Clark’s chest as he tried to pull you up to your feet. You dug your heels into the floor and pushed yourself away from him. You turned and got up on your knees. You climbed to your feet but he was quick to block your path to the doors.

“You left so suddenly,” he crossed his arms, “not even a goodbye?”

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you,” you sneered, “I heard your offer,” you paused and looked around at Marcus, “and I heard you too. I’m not a whore.”

“Sweetheart, I know you’re not,” Clark said patronizingly, “but apparently he doesn’t.”

“Whatever, let me go, I don’t want either of you,” you snarled.

You tried to brush past him and he grabbed your arms and backed you up. “Sweetheart, I don’t have to pay for it. Understand that. And we did settle on a deal but I’m not paying for your services.”

“What-- Why--”

“I’m paying him to watch,” Clark winked, “I want him to see how he fucked up. I want him to see what a real man can do for you.”

“I’m not interested,” you tried to shrug him off but he held firm, “get off of me, Clark. We’re done. I’m sending you your money back and I don’t want to see you again.”

“Where are you gonna go, huh? No job, no prospects, no money?”

“I did alright before you, I can take care of myself--”

“Sweetheart,” he framed your chin with his hand and leaned in, “this is where we make a deal of our own…” his blue eyes clung to yours as he lowered his voice, “you can go along with it and the boy gets to walk off with just a couple bruises or… he doesn’t leave this room on his feet.”

Your eyes rounded and your lip quivered. You sucked in air and steeled yourself.

“I told you, I’m done with both of you,” you hissed.

“Uh huh, but I know you’re not gonna let him die just like that,” he turned his hand and rubbed your cheek, “besides, neither of us are stupid. I saw how you look at me and you know what lies behind those eyes.”

“No, I don’t…” you uttered and looked back at Marcus. He squirmed on the stool helplessly as he stared at you intently, begging you silently as he bit down on the gag. “Why are you doing this?”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he trailed his finger over your lower lip, “it’s okay. Haven’t I been good to you?”

“I can’t… please, don’t make me do this.”

“Come on, let’s sit down,” he dropped his hand as his other clung to your arm, “we have some things to sort out first.”

He pulled on you and you locked your legs. After a moment, your knees buckled and you let him lead you over to the chair. He sat and drew you onto his lap. You sat stiffly as his hand tickled your lower back and crawled up to pick at the straps of your dress.

“You see everything I have, everything I can do,” he said staunchly, “I can snap his neck as easily as I snap my fingers,” his other hand settled on your knee and squeezed. He nuzzled your shoulder and grazed your skin with his lips, “and even if it came to that, I’d still have you, sweetheart. This isn’t about what I get, I know my prize, this is about you and how you want things to go.”

You shuddered and shakily touched your neck. You hated the way his fingertips sent shivers through you and his lips made your stomach churn. You stopped his hand as it crawled up your leg.

“I… I only wanted to paint,” you said numbly.

“And did you really think that was all I wanted? A painter?” he scoffed and slipped his hand from beneath yours. He felt along the slit of the dress and shoved his hand beneath the fabric.

“I don’t… know…” you squeezed your thighs together as his fingers curled into your flesh.

“You really want to make this difficult? Sweetheart, you can’t even begin to know who I am and what I can do. This is just a taste.”

“Wh-why me?” you stuttered as he forced his hand between your legs and kneaded your flesh.

“Why not?” he replied.

He slapped your thick lightly and urged you off of him. You stood and he reached beneath his jacket as you wobbled on your weak legs and looked at Marcus desperately. He shook his head and let it slump down on his chest.

“Now, Marcus,” Clark revealed a dark pistol, “we talked about this. If you want your money, you don’t get to look away.”

You stared at the barrel as he pointed it at Marcus and lifted a brow. You flinched as your emotions swirled in your stomach and every one of your nerves was set alight.

“Sweetheart, you have one minute to make up your mind,�� he pulled back the hammer, “as much as that looks gorgeous on you, I want you in only this.”

He pushed his fingers into his pants pocket and pulled out the diamond necklace. He held it out and the gems twinkled in lowlight. You swallowed and reached to take them from him.

“Who are you?” you asked as you hooked your fingers through the chain.

He chuckled and ran his fingers along his beard, “I’m exactly who you need me to be.”

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #portrait of a dangerous man #mob au #au #mob!au #dc #dcu

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)

13:I’m not wearing anything under this

26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it

29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel

Praise Kink

Over-stimulation kink

With the loveable nerd donnie?

If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way

I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.

Donnie was and is, a safe driver.

But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.

But you had intentions.

Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.

“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.

You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.

“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.

“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.

Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.

“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.

He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...

“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.

With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”

Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.

“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.

“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.

“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.

Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.

“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.

So naturally, he started up again.

You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.

Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.

You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.

“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.

One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...

Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.

Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.

It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.

“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.

He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.

“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.

You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.

“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.

Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.

“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.

“By the way...” He kissed your arm.

“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.

“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.

“I love you more” You whispered back.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello x female reader #donnie tmnt #donatello tmnt #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #ask #donniesgirl-tmnt #smut prompts #ns*w

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creat0r-cat · 3 years ago

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A Second Chance? (Miles Edgeworth x Detective!reader) -some angst at the beginning, but a nice ending- Miles Edgeworth was a relatively lonely kid. He was considered a loner by some, and by others they thought he was a bit stuck up. After all, his father was a famous defense attorney, and his family therefore was rather wealthy. However, this didn’t mean that he actually was the way the rumors depicted him to be. He had some friends, three to be exact. Larry Butz, Phoenix Wright, and a girl named (Y/n) (L/n). Together they were the signal samurai, and had corresponding key chains to prove their friendship. They would constantly hang out together and they seemed like quite the group, but they were happy... at least, some of them were. Miles had a crush on (Y/n), however hard he tried he couldn’t get rid of it, and everyday it seemed like she just got closer and closer to him. ‘Why can’t I just tell her?’ he thought one say, heading home from school. His father knew that his son liked someone, and had gotten a description of the girl from his flustered and embarrassed child, but he had never met her before. He had met Miles’s male companions, but never the girl who captured his young heart. “ Over dinner, Gregory Edgeworth asked his son about school. “It was fun, I suppose. Phoenix, Larry, (Y/n) and I played on the jungle-gym and Larry fell off.” “My goodness! Was he okay?” “Yes, he was fine. He laughed it off but he was bleeding. (Y/n) gave him a bandage for it. She’s so prepared for almost anything.” Gregory watched his son’s face flush red and a small smile creep up onto his face. “You really do like this (Y/n) quite a lot, don’t you, my boy?” Miles nearly choked on his drink. “F-father! She’s just a friend, nothing else!” Gregory smiled, “That blush on your face says otherwise.” ‘Curse his sharp observation skills.’ Thought Miles, his blush growing. “So what if I like her? It doesn’t mean that she’ll possess the same feelings I do.” “You’ll never know unless you tell her. Plus, you two are friends, I doubt it will change anything if she doesn’t.” That quote would stay with Miles, haunting him for many years. The next day, after school, (Y/n) decided to walk with him after school back home. They lived relatively close to each other, so it wasn’t uncommon to see them leaving school together. ‘She’s so close..’ Thought the young Edgeworth, and his father’s words and he decided now was a better time than never. Oh, but how life can play such cruel tricks. “(Y/n) I have something to tell you.” “Hm? What is it Miles?” “I lo-” Just then two teenage boys walked over to them and shoved the two children away. “Beat it losers.” Said one of the older boys, the other chuckling as Miles hit his head on the iron gate behind him and fell down onto the pavement. Miles’s head hurt so much. A headache to be sure, but also frustration toward the teenagers. “Meanies! Shove off you big bullies!” (Y/n) yelled at the older boys and tuned to help Miles up. “Are you okay?” She held her hand out to her fallen friend. This, of course, flared up Miles’ anger, due to the pain of his headache and the humiliation of being pushed around right in front of his crush and having her defend him like he was a damsel in distress. He slapped her hand away and glared at her. “I’m fine, shut up won’t you? Gosh you’re so annoying! Just leave me alone!” He realized what he said the moment he looked her in the eyes. There were unshed tears threatening to fall. “O-oh... I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Bye.” As Miles reached out to grab her hand and make her stay, she ran from him, leaving him alone on the sidewalk. That night, he couldn’t sleep a wink. The next day at school, he tried to speak to (Y/n) but she did everything in her power to avoid him. It was killing Miles slowly and Larry and Phoenix could see that something happened. The moment that Miles got close to (Y/n), she would leave. They got concerned for their friends, especially since they knew a certain girl’s secret. Phoenix was the one to ask (Y/n) about

what was going on and she told him about what happened. “It doesn’t help that I’m moving away tomorrow.. I was kinda hoping I could confess to him by then, but I guess that’ll never happen.” That day (Y/n), Phoenix, and Larry walked to (Y/n)’s house to say their last goodbyes, and by the next morning, (Y/n)’s family was gone. When Miles came to school, a few flowers in his backpack for (Y/n), he noticed something weird. She wasn’t there. When he asked the teacher where she was, his heart nearly stopped. “Sh-she moved away?” Miles was crushed. He had broken (Y/n)’s heart, as Larry had told him the previous day, and now he would never be able to make things right. (Y/n) (L/n), the girl he had been pining for, was gone and he’d probably never see her again. --Time Skip-- It had been almost 15 years since that fateful day when (Y/n) moved away, and to this day, Miles still regretted what he did. At that current moment, however, he had been called in to check out a murder case. His bright red sports car parked in the drive way and he walked into the house. Detective Gumshoe was already in the house, outside of the crime scene. "Good morning, Detective. What do we have for today?" "Ah! Mr. Edgeworth, Sir! I'm actually waiting for my new partner to arrive. My niece just got out of training and is a full fledged detective now. She's gonna join me on this case, sir." Miles was surprised. "You never told me you had a niece, much less siblings. Congratulations on your new partner. What's her name?" "Her name's (Y/n). Come to think of it, she's actually your age, Mr. Edgeworth, Sir." Miles's heart sped up a little. 'Did he say (Y/n)?' Just then, both of them heard the front door to the house open, and footsteps coming closer. "Uncle Gumshoe.. er, sir. I'm sorry I'm a little late, I got caught in some traffic." Miles looked toward the voice and his eyes began to widen. She had grown older and taller, but he'd recognize her anywhere. "It's no problem, (Y/n). Oh, before you go in, I want you to meet someone! This is Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. He's been assigned to this case as well." At the mention of the name, (Y/n) looked toward Miles for the first time in almost 15 years. She seemed shocked to see him. "Oh. Umm. Hello, Mr. Edgeworth. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while, hasn't it? It's an honor to be working with you." 'Mr. Edgeworth?' He thought, not liking how it sounded coming from her. "Hold the phone, you two have met before?" Her uncle said, looking a little surprised. (Y/n) nodded. "We spent a few years of school together. Anyway, we should get to work." Miles could not believe his luck. Almost 15 years, and the universe has given him another chance. 'But does she still feel the way she did when we were kids?' He wondered, entering the crime scene. "The victim is a rich 32 year old man named Mr. Daniel Myres. He was stabbed to death with a sharp object." Read Detective Gumshoe from the autopsy report, giving it to Miles. The body was gone from the room, the chalk outline being left behind. There was blood on the floor, slightly dried, but not entirely. "There's multiple things wrong with this room." Said (Y/n), squatting down to get a better look at a pile of glass by the window. Miles nodded, "Detective Gumshoe, do we have any potential weapons in police possession?" "Yes sir. There was a butchers knife found in the victim's back with his blood on it. Not only that, but aparently, the victim's neighbor, Kenny Longoth, is the prime suspect in the murder because the victim's wife claims she saw him kill her husband." "Was there any fingerprints found on the knife for proof?" Asked (Y/n), putting some gloves on and looking toward the window where the supposed killer entered. "Yes, the victim's and wife's fingerprints were on it, but that's it. So the Mr. Kenny probably used gloves." Miles looked around the room and heard a soft laugh. Turned around, he saw (Y/n) looking out of the broken window. "I don't think the accused is the one who killed the victim. I

believe that our supposed eye witnesses might have killed her husband. There's glass from the window outside on the ground meaning that the glass was broken from the inside. Have someone take a pictures of that as proof of evidence. Someone should probably also check the kitchen. I think a butchers knife should be missing." A police officer went outside to take a picture and check the kitchen while Detective Gumshoe had to leave the room to make a phone call. Miles decided now was as good a time as any to finally talk to her. "It seems life has served you well?" He said, looking around for any decisive evidence. "I suppose." She replied, continuing her own search. "How about you? I thought you wanted to be a defense attorney like your father." "Well.. Life had different plans for me. I thought you wanted to be an artist?" She smirked and looked toward Miles. "I guess Life had different plans for me." The prosecutor blushed slightly and smiled at her. "Mr. Edgeworth, how are Phoenix and La-" "Miles." (Y/n) looked back at him in confusion. "What?" "You can call me Miles. You know that. We're friends." 'Ah, yes, there's that familiar sting.' (Y/n) looked away. "I thought you wanted me to stay away from you." Miles frowned, "I know I said that.. but I was only because I was embarrassed. I just got pushed around in front of you and then you tried to help me. I thought you would think I was weak and my head hurt so I snapped at you. Then you moved away and I... I never got to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt you.. I wanted to tell you how much you meant to me." There was a soft silence in the room and nobody said a word. Miles felt his heart sink. "I- forget I said anything. I'm sorry." "No, don't apologize. I'm sorry too. I made you think I hated you or something like that. I forgave you a long time ago, Miles. It wasn't fair of me as well to leave so suddenly and not say goodbye to you." Edgeworth blushed at the mention of his name, and she continued. "How did you feel about me back then?" "I... I loved you. I was quite attracted to you and wanted to tell you, but those highschoolers interrupted me." (Y/n) looked at him in shock, a bright red blush growing on her face. "Y-you loved me??" Miles blushed even harder now and he heard his father's words. "You'll never know unless you tell her." "I'd be lying if I didn't still feel attracted to you." There was a warmth in his chest as he looked at her smiling face. "How about we talk more about this over coffee? Tomorrow morning before the trial?" "I'd love to." Just then, Detective Gumshoe came back and explained the situation. Mrs. Myres was under arrest and was going to be present at the trial the next day. The sun was high in the sky when the two detectives and the prosecutor exited the building. Lots had been learned and for two of them, feelings that both of them thought were lost were rekindled, burning brighter than ever. "See you tomorrow, Miles!" (Y/n) called out, the corresponding male looking back at her and smiling, waving to her before entering his car. 'I've gotten a second chance. I'm not about to screw this one up too.'

#miles edgeworth x reader #Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney #Angst #Happy ending

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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2AM | one shot

summary: just like yoongi says - if namjoon wasn’t gonna act on his feelings for you, then why couldn’t you? even if that meant sliding into namjoon’s DMs.

pairing: reader x namjoon

genre: college au | sprinkle of fluff, smut

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, dancing/grinding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, hickeys, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, headboard knocking against the wall and head to the mattress type of rough sex, pillow to the face type of loud sex, backshots, namjoon is a kind fella though and really respects you

note: i’ve been hearing namjoon is/has become people’s bias wrecker lately..... 🤪 this is for you. i’ve tried to make this as realistic and relatable as possible. pls excuse any errors!

The club was awfully packed tonight, you and your friends and a bunch of all your mutual friends tightly pushed against one corner of the club, celebrating whoever's birthday it was - you couldn't fucking remember. You were just there because you knew of the person, but your friends still dragged you out to have a good time.

And, God, you were drunk. You were having a good time. You were already drunk before the club, having pissed on the sidewalk with Yoongi covering you with his jacket while Jin pissed next to you in the alley since there were no bathrooms open to the public at this time.

"Namjoon is here!" You hear Yoongi yell and nudge you. Namjoon had always had a crush on you. You two were friends, had a lot of mutual friends, but it was nothing more of a hi and bye in passing on campus. Occasional small talk, nothing more, nothing less. But, it didn't mean you didn't think he was attractive. Standing almost at 6 ft tall, the man was buff in all the right places and had a smile that could kill from miles away. You just never pressed on it because Namjoon never pressed on it. People teased him about his silly crush on you but he never took it further. He'd call you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen on campus, leaving anonymous comments on the campus' compliment board talking about how your smile was the best one he's ever seen. Everyone knew it was Kim Namjoon. But it was just a silly crush after all, right?

Tonight though, you were thinking of doing other things. Maybe it was this dick drought you had been in, maybe it was the alcohol heightening your attraction to him. Whatever the fuck it was, you wanted it and you were down.

"Aye!" Namjoon comes over to Yoongi and Jin, giving them their daps and hugs before he makes his way over to you. "What's up, Y/N?" He pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here." You chuckled.

"Why not? I like to have fun every so often, too." You nod. It's not like Namjoon hated going out, but he did have a preference of staying in than being at the club. He wasn't at every outing or club event. He'd make it to some if it was really important to his friends, but he'd usually skip out and he'd be teased about it the following week. You liked that about him; that he wasn't the type to be a partier or spend his free time chugging on alcohol. He was one of the smartest guys on campus who was pretty well known and he carried himself well. Dude could run for president and he’d have everyone’s votes, no cap.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're glad I'm here." He joked with that smile of his, dimples piercing his cheeks before he continued his rounds of hello's.

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Jin fluttered his eyelashes as he swung back and forth, mocking your tone in tiny causing Yoongi to laugh.

"Fuck off, Seokjin." You shove him.

"Why don't you finally do something about it? You know he likes you.”

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Why can't it be you?" Yoongi asked. "Does the dude always have to make a move?"

"Yeah, and besides, what if he's only doing that because he respects you and thinks you don't like him like that?" Jin butted in.

"I didn't asked to be attacked." Yoongi shrugged.

"Just saying. It doesn't have to be on Namjoon. Maybe he's waiting on you. Don't slip up, fool." He jokes as you shake your head, leading your friends to the bar for another drink to keep your drunkness alive. Yoongi orders three shots of nasty ass Jameson, but you take it anyways because he's your homeboy and the shit was free. He asks for another round, which you almost pass on but you catch sight of your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook.

"Pass it." Yoongi smirks as he passes you another shot glass. You take it to the neck with ease, deciding you'd deal with consequences later. You just wanted to have your fun.

"Hey." Jungkook wraps his arms around you, causing you to shrug him off and push his arms away.

"Jungkook, stop." You used to hate him. You really used to despise the guy, but it had gotten so tiring that you eventually got over it and moved on. You had a good relationship after all, you had a great freshman year even if you started off college in a relationship. But, he didn't want it after a year and a half. He wanted his college freedom, wanted to explore, wanted to get to know the incoming freshmen girls and transfers. So, he eventually stopped trying and that killed you.

But myyyy, have the tables turned. Jungkook wanted you back badly even though you've made it blatantly obvious you were over him.

"Dance with me tonight? You look good." He looks at you up and down, eyeing the tight mini skirt and crop top you had on.

"Maybe.” You look at him like he was crazy. “I'm busy."

"With who?"

"Not with you."

"Come on, baby. Please." Obviously drunk and out of this mind.

"Ew, don't call me that Jungkook. I am not your baby."

"Aw come on, you’ll always be though." He smiles, hugging you once more.

"You got a whole line up, remember? Stop worrying about me." You scoff as you shove him aside, making your way back to your friends.

"The fuck was that about?"

"Jungkook being Jungkook."

"He definitely wants to have his cake and eat it, too."

"Well, that's not gonna fly with me. He needs to go."

"Good. Come on, let's go dance. Maybe Namjoon will come since you don’t wanna do it. Acting all scared and shit."

“Shut up, Yoongi. Just walk.” You laugh. Yoongi nods towards some free space, Jin already welcoming a lady friend onto his lap for a dance. You playfully dance around with Yoongi for a little before you feel him passing you off to pretty boy Park Jimin. You loved dancing with Jimin because lord knows he knew a thing or two about rhythm more than most of these men in the club. Including your friends.

Heh, just kidding.

After a song or two, the latest shots are starting to make their way through your veins, your skin feeling hot and your balance being a little thrown off. Nothing you couldn't handle though, you still knew how to compose yourself well and keep it together.

"Enjoying yourself?" You hear Namjoon come from behind you as you had been standing around by the railings, catching a breather after Jimin had broke you off to those two songs, working up a damn sweat.

"Yeah, are you?" You turn to face him as your arms hung loosely over the railing.

"I meaaaan, I think it could be better." He sips on his drink.

"Stop babysitting your drink, Namjoon." You playfully nudge him.

"I'm not babysitting, I'm just savoring this expensive drink." You roll your eyes and laugh. You watch as he takes another sip, your hand keeping his glass tilted from the end until there's nothing left for him to drink.

"There, that's better."

"You're a bad influence."

"No, I'm not."

"You are. Pretty, and a bad influence." He adds, chuckling while licking his bottom lip. It's silent for a minute as he's eyeing the crowd in front of you, watching people sloppily dance on each other or tongue each other down. Either or, everyone was drunk and feeling up on somebody.

Everyone besides you two.

"Fuck it, let's dance." He suddenly says, grabbing your hand and leading the way to the nearest empty space. He backs himself against the wall, grabbing you by the waist to throw your ass back on him. He grips you tightly as you work him, his hips moving in tandem with yours. If you weren't mistaken, you could feel this entire thing soaking your panties by the minute. The way he had taken initiative and grabbed your hand the way that he did. The way he backed himself against the wall and shoved you onto his crotch area.

You didn't know Namjoon had it in him after he had been shying away from his crush on you. Park Jimin was sliding down the dance pyramid, with Kim Namjoon quickly climbing his way to the top.

Something so innocent had turned intimate pretty quick, your body backed against his now as you slowly worked your hips to Rossi's All I Want, your hand grabbing around his neck. You felt his breath against your skin, his eyes locked on you and only you.

After a couple of dances, you turned to him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He gave you a big, toothless smile, his dimples becoming a huge weakness for you. You being the tease that you are, gave him a kiss on the cheek before you started to pull away from his grip.

"Oh, so it's like that?" He jokes as he bites on his bottom lip, his hands slowly slipping down your wrists the more you pull away.

"I don't know, is it?"

"You tell me. Are you going to hit me up to kick it?"

"We'll see." You smirk at him before walking towards your friends, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches your hips sway from side to side. After tonight, you knew you wanted Namjoon and he was the goal. No if's, and's or but's.

You and your friends call it a night by the time the club is almost coming to a close. Everyone is rushing to head out and catch their Ubers, but you see no Namjoon in sight. He must have disappeared sometime during the night, and you were too busy with your friends to notice. Which, is a fucking bummer because you wanted to see him before you left, hoping it could flourish into something more than just the dances you shared with him tonight.

You just had to be a tease.

Getting home, you're a little uneasy because you're stuck on the fact that you want something more out of the night and you couldn't get that. You hesitated quite a few times, picking up your phone, then throwing it back onto your bed. Your roommate hadn't gotten home yet, the loneliness kicking in quick.

Fuck it!

You shake your head and grow some balls to hit up Namjoon to see what he was up to at damn near 2AM.

But sike, your ass doesn't even have his number.

"What the fuck, Y/N!" You groan to yourself, quickly pulling up your group chat w/ Yoongi and Jin before you change your mind.

[y/n] 1:52am: ANYBODY HAVE NAMJOON'S NUMBER???

Pure silence for the next 5 minutes.

[y/n] 1:58am: i know none of you two are getting some tonight, where tf are you!

Some more silence.

"For fuck's sake, guys." You whined as you pulled up Namjoon's IG page. Were you really gonna do this? Were you really gonna slip yourself into his DMs?

Absolutely the fuck yes.

x_ynbaby: hi

namjoooonie: :) look who it is

x_ynbaby: sorry this prob looks stupid as fuck but i just realized i didnt have your number

namjoooonie: no biggie. at least ill be able to say y/n slid in my dm's first

x_ynbaby: pls dont start

namjoooonie: how can i help you?

x_ynbaby: what are you up to?

namjoooonie: im about to get ready for bed just like you should be doing

x_ynbaby: excuse you, im grown. i can go to bed when i want lol

namjoooonie: you're grown, ey?

x_ynbaby: yeah i am

namjoooonie: cool, come show me here?

x_ynbaby: kim namjoon, what is that supposed to mean

namjoooonie: it means you come over and watch something with me that isnt pg-13, duh? take it or leave it cutie, ive got some good comedy stand-ups on my list

x_ynbaby: lol send me the address

You laughed out loud. He was so frustratingly cute that you found yourself throwing on your jacket and heading back out to grab an Uber to his place not too far from yours. His roommate was home, but he had been locked up in his room the entire time Namjoon had gotten back. He figured he was already sound asleep, so he had you quietly come up the steps, his hand holding onto yours as you tippy-toed past his roommate's door.

"Fuck, finally. What a journey." He says, shutting his door.

"You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who was like we'll see." He mocks you, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head to the side.

"Shut up. Where's your list of comedy stand-ups, huh?" He plops on his bed, patting the empty space next to him.

"Right here." He opens his macbook. "This is where all the magic happens."

"Ah, yes. The comedy stand-ups and the porn, right?"

"Yup, especially the porn." You laugh as you playfully shove him aside. He actually begins to play Dave Chapelle's Sticks and Stones, his cute laugh already erupting and echoing throughout his room. You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your body sinking closer to his. Feeling his body against yours had the heat pooling in your core, wanting more from him while you were here. "I can't believe he—" He turns to look at you, your gaze still kept on him. "What?"

"Namjoon, I know this isn't the only thing you were thinking about tonight." You say, almost at a whisper.

"It's not, but I don't wanna disrespect you in any way." He says, in typical Namjoon fashion. You shake your head, your hand on his chest as you slightly push yourself up.

"Handle me." He simply looks at you as you nod. "Handle me like you would, all bullshit aside." He hesitates a bit, his face edging closer to yours.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. We've established that we're grown, right? Show me." You say breathily. As soon as it slips your mouth, Namjoon shoves his laptop aside to wrap his strong arms around you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He gently lays you on his bed as he keeps his lips locked onto yours. The kiss becomes messy, your tongue continuously pushing against his, the sounds of wet kisses now filling his room. You moan into his mouth as he fiddles to remove your joggers, catching a glimpse of him finally removing them and tossing it across his neatly organized room. You pulled away for a quick second to remove his shirt before he removed yours, your hands trailing down his beautiful chest.

"Fuck, taking this off." He says, aggressively unhooking your bra and throwing it off to the side to be an eyesore along with your sweats lying on the floor. You giggle as he begins to kiss down your neck and jawline, then welcoming himself to your breasts. He plays with your nipples, his thumb toying with it and gently pinching. You let out a hiss as you feel his tongue flicking around your nipples one by one, his breath causing cold air to linger on them. You watch as he begins to suck on the skin of your breasts, leaving purple-ish marks on either boob.

"Ohhhhshit." You bite onto your bottom lip, so fucking turned on by him and his ways. He makes his way down to your panties, giving your clothed clit a kiss before shoving your panties aside and licking a strip upwards. "Ahhhhh, Namjoon." You breathe.

"Uh huh?" He says, lowering his mouth onto your clit, sucking as his tongue caressed it slowly at the same time. His mouth and tongue are continuing to work in tandem while he slips in two digits, working them in and out to stretch you out.

"Yeah, like that." You moan, your hand is gripping his hair tightly as you jut your hip upwards. Namjoon does a good job holding you down, even as your high approaches. "Ughhhhhhgggfuck!" Your words mesh together as you try to jut your hips upwards once more before you feel yourself unraveling under his grip. You tremble as you coat his fingers, moaning loudly and not giving a damn about his sleeping roommate anymore.

"Shhh, my roommate." He chuckles as he towers over you, careful not to put all his body weight on yours.

"I'm sorry but, gohhhhd." You whine. "Please just fuck me, I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip, watching you twirl your tongue around his wet digits and suck on them, giving yourself a good taste of your pussy.

"Stop." He tilts his head back and shakes his head. "You're gonna make me cum just doing that."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I haven't gotten to feel you, yet. That's what." He says as he removes his beautifully long and thick hardened member from his boxers, his sweats dropping to the floor from his ankles. He pumps himself a few times before he taps it against your folds, teasing you with his tip as he slides it up and down.

"Namjoon, I swear—" You arch your back, feining for more.

"You swear, or what?" He asks playfully, his tip the first to slowly enter inside of you. Your breathing hitches the deeper he goes in, literally having you question whether or not you were gonna be able to take him. "You okay?" You nod silently as you try to position yourself comfortably on him, Namjoon letting out a small groan as he feels you fully envelope him from wall to wall. He starts slow, making sure you were comfortable before he begins to pick up his pace. You grip the sheets as he begins to get aggressive with you, his headboard endlessly knocking on his wall.

He apparently doesn't give a fuck about his roommate either. And here he was, shushing you.

You begin to moan his name loudly, feeling the high approaching you once again.

"Y/N." He whispers, chuckling. He [politely] throws his pillow onto your head, signaling for you to hold onto it and scream into it if need be. Which, you do. "Fuuuck Y/N, you're so hot." He moans under his breath as his thrusts are fast, the sound of skin pounding against skin bouncing off of his walls.

"Joon, I'm cumming again." You moan into the pillow as he slows his thrusts for you, letting out breathy moans as he feels you constricting around him.

"Turn around." He says, you quickly obeying, shooting your ass up with your face down. You wiggle your ass onto his dick, causing him to slightly hiss. He inserts his tip in but allows you to sink onto him yourself. "Godddddamn." He moans as you begin to move your body up and down on his dick, cream lathering the top of it like icing. He gives your ass a good smack, the heat pooling to the area quickly. One hand grips your hips, while the other grips your hair and slightly tugs on it as he takes control and thrusts into you.

"Fuck! Namjoon." You groan as he pulls your hair. Your ass is bouncing off of him, the pain turning into pleasure. Your mouth is agape, no sounds being able to escape as he pounds into you.

"Shit Y/N, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Backshot." You simply say, Joon fully understanding. With the last couple of thrusts, you find yourself constricting around him again, body getting weak and trembling back down into the sheets. His hand pushes your head into the mattress while the other pulls out and pumps his hardened dick, lathering your back in his load. You feel him almost collapse onto you, his hand holding onto your hip as he regulates his breathing.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." He says, grabbing a tissue to wipe your back.

"Why are you sorry?" You laugh as you turn over afterwards.

"It just makes me feel bad, I feel like I'm marking my territory or something."

"I meaaaaaaan." You say, Namjoon's eyes going straight to your breasts.

"Agh fuck, Y/N." He says, feeling bad as he slips on his clothes before handing you yours.

"It's not a big deal.

"I just want you to know that I do value you more than just my territory or whatever that means." He shakes his head. "Fuck, I just mean I value you more than that, okay?" You giggle.

"You're fine, Joon." He smiles toothlessly as he nods, feeling accomplished having gotten his point across.

"So, more comedy stand ups?"

"Boy, you wore me out. I'm going to sleep."

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back, gonna grab us water. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you." You smile as he shuts his door. You check your phone from your night stand seeing that your friends had finally texted you back.

[yoongi] 2:47am: woops, shit hahahah did you still need it?

[yoongi] 2:47am: and fuck off ok, what if i was getting some?

[jin] 2:49am: he's not. we're not. we just finished playing phasmaphobia thats why we responded late

[yoongi] 2:49am: youre an ass kisser seokjin

[jin] 2:50am: i think y/n is already at namjoons

[yoongi] 2:51am: better tell us about it tomorrow bro @ y/n

[jin] 2:52am: have fun be safe

[y/n] 3:30am: you guys get home from the club and play phasmaphobia? thats why you guys get none

[jin] 3:31am: r u at namjoons or not, this wasnt even about us

[y/n] 3:32am: yes and just got dicked down like the world was ending tomorrow

[yoongi] 3:33am: .........

[yoongi] 3:33am: .......................

[jin] 3:34am: 'whyyyyy does it have to be me' she said

[jin] 3:34am: dick mustve gotten your tongue now

[y/n] 3:35am: Error: 404. This number could not be reached at this time. Try again later.

[jin] 3:36am: lmfao weak, you'll hear from us later today missy

You chuckled to yourself as you heard Namjoon nearing the door. Suddenly, you hear another door open, his roommate's voice faintly echoing in the hallway.

"Dude, can you and your girl be any louder?"

"Sorry Hobi, I thought you were asleep."

"That's the thing, I was." Namjoon laughs.

"Oh shit, my bad. We'll keep it down next time." You watched as he nodded before closing the door. You laughed silently as he handed you a water bottle, scooting himself next to you.

"Yeah Namjoon, be quiet next time."

"Me? You had a pillow and you were still loud."

"Not my fault. Didn't even know you had it in you." You teased.

"What's that even supposed to mean?" He scoffed before gently tickling you.

"It's just, I thought you were forgetting about your little crush on me."

"Want me to show you again?"

"I'm sleep, bye." You laughed as you turned over, your ass comfortably touching his leg while he laid next to you and watched his show.

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Two Years Ago - Raph x Reader

You never liked talking much.

Never really knew why, you just didn't. Of course, you would still carry a conversation to be polite, but the answers were short and spoken barely above a whisper. There were many times where you tried to change this about yourself, but the attempt didn't last for more than five minutes before you shrunk back into yourself again.

Then how the hell were you friends with four, loud and rowdy mutant teenage boys?

You didn't even know the answer to that one.

And to be honest, the memory of how you met the four of them was still slightly hazy. Of course, Donnie told you what had happened to you, but you personally didn't believe it. Why would robot alien beings want to kidnap a random girl walking home from her night shift? It still didn't make sense to you, nearly two whole years after it happened.

You were fourteen going on fifteen when you first met the four.

You worked at the convenience store not even two blocks from your apartment building, and you had switched shifts with your co-worker Abbigail so she could attend a funeral, which meant you now had the night shift.

It wasn't that big of a deal to you; she asked, you agreed, nothing more was said on the matter.

You texted your parents to inform them of the shift change and told them not to wait up for you, which they obviously denied much to your annoyance.

The shift ended at ten o'clock, but you still needed to do till and make sure the money count on the register matched with what you'd counted. That process alone took you about half an hour, so you really didn't leave until ten thirty. You made sure you switched off all the lights and locked all the entrances before you put the store keys in your jacket pocket and began your short walk home.

It was nearing winter, so the weather was beginning to turn cold, and you weren't exactly the best at dealing with temperature drops. You stood tensed as you speed walked towards your apartment building, wanting to get out of the darkness as fast as you could. There was one building near the end of the street that you almost always completely ran past; a run down looking, white parking garage with the paint peeling and chipping everywhere. It creeped you the hell out, mostly because there were always these two guys that stood at the old entrance, their stare boring into your back as you'd run past. Every day you expected them to run after you or shoot at you, but they never did anything.

Until tonight.

When you looked you didn't see them anywhere, and although you thought it would soothe you, it just made you more anxious.

'Where are they...?' You thought to yourself, nervously glancing around, trying to find the two.

Let's just say you didn't have too look far.

A large white van came screeching around the corner, running over the curb and nearly into you before it lurched to a halt. The back doors flew open and three identical looking men filed out and made their way towards you. In fact, they looked like the men that would always watch you at the entrance to the parking garage...

You literally froze. You didn't scream, move or look away until one picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. After that, you screamed absolute bloody murder, praying you'd get the attention of someone- anyone -that could do something to help you. Thankfully, help came rather quickly, just not in the way you thought.

You fought as hard as you could to at least get the man to slightly falter his grip around you; you punched, kicked, pounded- you even bit him, but it hurt you more than him.

You flailed like a fish out of water and kept screaming, even louder if possible as you got carried closer and closer to the back of the van.

Your voice was cut off when you landed harshly on the ground, trying to use your hands to catch yourself but only hurting yourself even more. You were a shaking mess, trying so hard not to cry but suspectingly failing, bursting into tears and sitting down properly, hugging your knees tightly to your chest as you cried into them. You were absolutely terrified out of your skull.

When someone tried to touch you, you screamed again, though it came out more as a strangled cry than anything else. You'd hurt your throat badly from all of your screaming and had no doubt lost your voice because of so.

"Well we can't just leave her crying in the streets, dudes. We gotta do something!"

You heard hushed voices talking a bit in front of you, but didn't bother to look up or fight. You wouldn't do that unless they actually did something, and that was what you were waiting for.

You cried to yourself, waiting to either calm down or for whoever was in front of you to do... whatever.

But they never did anything, they were quiet for the forty five minutes you were crying and calming yourself down.

"You're gonna be okay, alright?"

You slightly looked up from your knees, and honestly at this point, four giant turtles standing in front of you didn't phase you right now.

One of them was kneeling in front of you, it was wearing a tattered red mask and looking directly at you, with electrifying green eyes.

It looked up at one of the others, but you didn't bother to follow his gaze, your eyes were too tired.

"Don, do you need t' look at 'er?"

"I don't see anything major wrong with her, I think it's just shock right now... to be safe I wanna take a look at her, if she'll let us of course."

It looked back at you, the one with the red mask, and you did your best to keep your eyes open and listen to what he had to say. You were just so tired...

"My brother wants t' take a look at 'cha t' make sure ya weren't hurt too bad durin' that whole thing, okay? You alright with that?"

You barely nodded your head and lied it on your knees, involuntarily passing out.

When you woke up after that, you started freaking out and tried to scream, but found you barely had a voice. You were achy and sore all over and you could barely remember why.

Of course, you properly freaked out when you saw the four turtle figures again, but the ones in red and purple- who were the only ones in the room with you at the time- explained everything that had happened.

Donnie had picked up radio chatter that the Kraang were going to abduct another test patient that night, and the turtles rushed to the location that was shared, and ended up there just in time to help you and destroy the Kraang bots.

You hadn't been too badly hurt; bruised arms and shins from pounding on the metal robots, scraped hands, scraped knees, and a possible emotional blackout, to explain why you didn't remember what had happened to you.

You merely nodded along, trying not to stare too much at the two creatures in front of you, who introduced themselves as Raphael and Donatello.

"(Y-Y/N)...." you stuttered out, thinking that they at least deserved to know your name, after all they've done. Your voice was barely above a whisper, so the boys had to listen carefully to hear your name.

Raph and Donnie smiled, glad to hear that you at least trusted them to that extent.

You asked what time it was, and nearly flipped shit when Donatello told you it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Your parents were going to absolutely lose their minds on you! You scrambled to stand up and nearly fell over, thankful that Raphael had caught you.

"I-I need to get h-home." You breathed out, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide your face behind your (H/C) hair, to hide the fact you were red. Why you were red-faced?

You had no clue.

"I'll take ya. There ain't no way in hell you're goin' alone after this." Raphael stated, standing you back up on your own two feet. You would've fought him on it, had you not have agreed with him. If those Kraang guys still wanted you...

you didn't want to be left alone again. So you just nodded and let him walk you out. You didn't see the other two brothers while you walked out, so you assumed they were somewhere else.

Raphael led you around the systems of the sewer and helped you out of the manhole cover, and once out you took a deep breath of fresh air and closed your eyes in an attempt to clear your thoughts.

"I know you've had a rough night doll face, but we should probably get going."

Your eyes snapped open and you felt your face go warm, and instinct brought you to hide your face with your hair and jacket sleeve. You avoided his gaze and just nodded, speed walking to the sidewalk until you realized:

You had no idea where you were.

"Wh-where are we...?" You wheezed out, slightly turning to face Raphael.

"Just a couple blocks from where we found ya. We gotta take the roofs though... can't really walk out in th' street lookin' like I do."

You nearly asked why until it hit you like a brick. Again, you just nodded and climbed up the fire escape after him. You took notice how some of the roofs were pretty far apart, and hoped to God he didn't expect you to jump over them. Thankfully he didn't, and tried to stick to a route that involved just taking a step across. But for those that involved jumping, he just lifted you onto his shell and jumped across before setting you back down again.

Each time he did so he'd ask if you were okay, and you nodded in response hiding your face. And each time, he'd smile and mutter a small "cute," under his breath, which he didn't know you heard.

Once he brought you to where he and his brothers had found you, he told you to lead the way to your apartment, and you pointed him in the right direction. "So," he started, "Kinda wish we coulda met under better circumstances, (Y/N)."

You nodded in response, keeping your gaze down and stepping over a wooden plank. How the hell'd that get there?

"...You're shy, aren't cha?" Raphael asked, and again you nodded. Not only that, it hurt to talk, but he assumed correctly. He chuckled and lightly nudged your shoulder with his.

"Ya don't gotta be 'round me, I don't bite... much."

You looked up at him with both confusion and shock written all over your face, and it just made him laugh.

"Relax (Y/N), I'm kidding... just a little though."

You rolled your eyes, and yet you couldn't help the small smile that danced across your face.

The both of you walked Ina comfortable silence until you saw your apartment building across the street and elbowed Raphael's arm, pointing to it.

"This is my stop." You whispered, not daring to bring your voice above that. He nodded and hoisted you onto his shell, having to go around the roof tops to avoid going down to the streets. He set you down on your apartment roof, once again asking if you were okay.

"I'm fine, Raphael." You responded, pushing your hair behind your ear. He smiled at you and slightly tilted his head.

"Call me Raph, doll face."

You bit the inside of your lip and looked down, nodding your head. You didn't want him to see your warm and red face, it was extremely embarrassing for you.

"Hey," Raph's voice made you slightly look up, since he wanted your attention. He handed you a folded piece of paper with a number scribbled on it- wait, was this his phone number? Was a guy giving you his phone number? To your face?

"You don't gotta, but if ya don't wanna walk home alone again I'm available if ya need it."

You completely lifted your head to look Raph directly in the face, and he took pride in one thing; making you smile like that. You have him a single nod and held the paper with both hands.

"Trust me, I will.. Raph."

Now it was his turn to smile.

The two of you just stood on the roof for a couple minutes, staring and smiling at each other before something on his belt beeped. He jumped a bit in surprise and glanced at it.

"That's my brothers- I gotta go. You'll be okay?" He asked, taking a small step back.

You nodded, putting the paper in your pocket. "I'm home now. Go."

His smile grew and he backed up towards the edge of the roof.

"Try not t' get into trouble doll face! Just save a little to give me an excuse t' save ya again!" He shouted, just before jumping to the roof next to yours and taking off, eventually disappearing.

"I think I like that. Doll face..." you thought to yourself, still smiling like an idiot. You stood on your roof for God knows how long more before you came to your senses and carefully climbed down your fire escape and slid through your window.

"Was that really two years ago...?" You thought to yourself, flipping a pen between your fingers.

Yup. It was.

Two years ago these four boys saved your life, and two years ago you met the boy that kinda saved you, in a way.

It took him time, but he got you to slowly expand your comfort zone. You didn't stutter every time you spoke anymore, and you didn't respond with simple gestures anymore and used actual words that really carried a conversation. And at the same time, you helped him.

You kinda found out about his anger the hard way, having him lash out at you when he was beyond pissed off, and though it did hurt, you didn't blame him. In fact, you made it your goal to try and help him with it.

He'd expressed to you before how he'd never liked his short temper, and so you helped him. You showed him ways that he could release stress and repressed emotions, like actually using his drum kit and playing when he got pissed, or just sitting with you and either talking, or just sitting in silence.

Coming up in December would actually be a year since Raph had asked you out, too.

It didn't really come as a surprise to most, since the both of you were pretty open about affection with each other even before you two decided to make it official, just because.

The two of you would always sit close together, hold each other's hand, cuddle each other and he'd even kiss your cheek every now and again. Every movie night, you bet that the two of you would sit or lie with each other, and Raph would play with your hair or lightly trace an invisible pattern on your arm.

All in all, it wasn't really a surprise to Raph's brothers, April or Casey when he'd asked you out. The only person it surprised was you, but even then you'd accepted in a heartbeat.

And to this day, he still calls you doll face.

Two years later, the boy's nearly eighteen and you the same, you've found a new family.

And a new love.

"(Y/N), doll face, cmon we're headin' out with or without ya!" You rolled your eyes and smiled, shoving the pen in your jean pocket and getting up, grabbing your jacket.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming Raph!" You called, walking out of his room and slipping your arms through your jacket sleeves as you jogged out to the entrance to meet the boys.

About a year ago, after you'd actually learned how to properly, they let you join along on some of their patrols. Raph made you carry a small dagger though. Just in case you got separated and something happened to you.

Speak of the devil, he heard you coming up behind him and turned around smiling. He extended his arm to you, waiting for you to end up at his side before putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his side, kissing the top of your head.

"All ready and fashionably late, doll face?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, shoving him while failing to hide a smile of your own.

"Shaddup Raph, I was doing important things." You said, zipping your jacket up.

He just chuckled and raised his arms in mock defence.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry baby." He said, lightly pressing his lips to the side of your head and cheek in chaste kisses. You turned your head at the last second to catch his lips in a quick kiss. While he smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, Mikey mock gaged.

"Yup, think I'm gonna hurl-" he said, making a queasy face. Raph reached out with his free hand and punched his baby brother in the shoulder.

"Oh shut it Mike, not like ya don't see it regularly." Mikey hit Raph's arm back, which quickly escalated into an arm punching war. You tried not to laugh too much, looking over to Leo and Donnie, who were trying to do the same thing.

"Alright alright alright guys, that's enough!" Leo called, laughing a bit to himself.

"We gotta get going before it gets too late, we gotta take (Y/N) home by midnight. Let's move out!"

With those words, the five of you took off running towards your normal exit to the top world.

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gUIS IM IN ABSOLUTE L O V E WITH THIS ONE SHOT I LOVED WRITING IT SO GOD DAMNED MUCH AAAAAHHHHHHHH

PS THIS WAS WRITTEN AT LIKE 11 pm - 2:30 am SOOOOOOOOO

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