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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 9 months

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Are you safe with me

Warnings: Implied/referenced rape/non-con, sexual assault, angst and hurt/comfort, assault

Word count: 1.5 K

Pairing: Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: R has just suffered a trauma

Requests: OPEN

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Carefully, and trying to make it as unobvious as possible, I stretched out my arms, making my bones thunder, and carefully, I yawned, trying to get some oxygen to my poor, battered brain.

My boss had kept us in the conference room for what seemed like years.

More than three hours trying to find a solution to an extremely stupid problem, from which, it seemed, the magazine was hanging by a thread. It was extremely stupid.

Carefully, I looked at the watch on my wrist only to realise that it was already 11:30 PM.

"Does anyone have any solutions?" asked Jessica, the boss. Nobody answered, we were all extremely tired.

"Jessica, I don't think this is going anywhere," said Raquel, her right-hand woman, "We are extremely tired. We can sort this out tomorrow".

Jessica kept quiet, but watched us with a very unfriendly look on her face. She even stared at everyone's faces for a few seconds.

"It's OK. You can go."

Quicker than I would like to admit, I grabbed my things and left the office. I didn't even check my mobile phone or my work computer, I just turned it off, picked up my coat and went out into the streets of Paris.

Carefully, I ran down the stairs of the metro and climbed into the first carriage I came across, a few seconds before it closed its doors.

It was almost empty, only for a man and a woman with her baby. I carefully placed my bag in my arms, hugging her tightly and trying not to fall asleep.

"Hi cute" I looked up to see that the man was sitting next to me. I turned my head to notice that we were the only ones in the carriage.

"Sorry but…" I tried to get up from the seat, but his big hand stopped me. I sat back down.

"Why are you leaving, beauty?"

"Get away from me!" my right hand struck his cheek, but, apparently it only made him angrier.

"Well, princess, if you don't want to do it the easy way, you'll have to do it the hard way."

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. I froze immediately and just raised my arms.

"Give me your phone and your wallet"

With a trembling hand, I took both things out of my bag and handed them to him. He quickly stuffed it into his sweatshirt pocket, but he never stopped pointing it at me.

"Good, beautiful. I like obedient girls. Now on your knees."

Without even thinking about it, I fell to my knees, feeling my stockings tearing on the scratchy floor.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him start to undo the belt of his jeans.

"You're hungry for a fat cock, aren't you, gorgeous?" I could tell as he dropped his trousers until they covered his shoes. "Are you going to suck my cock?"

Before either of us knew it, the metro had reached the next station, so he pulled his trousers back up and forced me to stand up.

Thankfully, the station was one of the most used by tourists, so, despite it being almost 12:00 P.M. the carriage began to fill up quickly, so I took that opportunity to get off the carriage and run to the outside of the station.

With bated breath and a sense of dread, I approached a restaurant, asking a waiter if he could spare a couple of coins to call someone.

Maybe I looked really bad, because he didn't give me the coins, he just passed me to the kitchen and told me I could call whoever I wanted.

With trembling hands, I dialled the number I knew by heart.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse. She was asleep. Shit.

"Diana?"

"T/N, My love, is that you?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears again.

"Are you OK, why are you calling me from an unknown phone?"

Evade.

"Can you come and get me?"

"Oh, sure baby, are you at work?"

"No"

"Where are you?"

I broke away from the phone to see where I was. It was only then that

I realised where I was standing.

"Do you remember the restaurant from our first date?"

"Yes"

"Here I am"

"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Are you sure you're okay, T/N?"

I made a sound of denial.

"Can you hurry up… please?"

"Sure, baby. I'll be right there."

And she hung up.

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Before I knew it, two toned arms embraced me tightly, as that sweet scent wafted into my lungs.

"I'm here".

Before she could say another word, I quickly pounced on her, hugging her torso and hiding my face in her chest.

Only then could I start to cry.

Diana like the good girlfriend she is, simply let me cry and began to rub soothing circles on my back and start a light cooing.

When I calmed down, I simply lifted my face and looked her in the eye.

Just looking into her beautiful eyes made me feel at peace.

"Can we go?"

"Sure"

With his right hand on my lower back, he guided me to the car Bruce had lent her, but not before thanking the staff.

If he had come by car and arrived in 5 minutes, that meant that he might have broken more than three traffic laws.

She opened the passenger door and made me sit down, even put my seatbelt on, closed the door and ran into the car.

She quickly began to drive,

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked in her soft voice.

"Can we talk about it later?"

"We can talk about it anytime you want, baby, I just want you to be okay."

She gave me a smile as he took her right hand out of my hand and kissed the back of mine.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you"

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I thought I would fall asleep on the way home, but no matter how sleepy and tired my body was, it was impossible for me to close my eyes for more than a few seconds.

So, I had no choice but to look out of the window and make Diana believe that I had fallen asleep. Until we reached our home.

Diana turned off the car, causing the soothing music on the radio to stop playing, leaving an uncomfortable silence.

"I know you're awake T/N"

But she didn't say anything else, she just got out of the car and opened my door, raising her hand. I took it and we both went into the house.

Once in the house, I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I quickly removed my smeared make-up and went into the bath.

I washed my hair about three times and scrubbed my arms, legs and face with enormous force. I even hurt my thighs a bit.

I left the bathroom to put on some panties and one of Diana's few casual T-shirts.

I put a towel over my head and lay down.

Minutes later, Diana arrived and lay down next to me, hugging me from behind, pressing little kisses on the back of my neck.

"I was assaulted"

The kissing stopped abruptly and I felt her get up.

"What?"

"I was mugged in the underground. The man had a gun" I began to sob "and he almost raped me, Diana".

The brunette didn't hesitate for two seconds to hug me tightly, letting me cry as much as I wanted, but when I pulled away from her chest, I noticed that she was crying too.

"Why are you crying?"

"This wouldn't have happened if I had been with you."

I took her face in my hands and forced her to look at me.

"No, my love. Neither of us is to blame for this."

We both hugged each other for a long time. Trying to soothe each other with Diana's body heat. It was a great advantage of dating a goddess.

"I'm going to kill him"

She tried to get up quickly, but my arms prevented her from doing so.

"No, not today. Now I just want you to hold me" I hugged her burying my face in her neck. "Please, I just need my girlfriend."

"Here I am, sweet girl. I'll always be here for you" I constantly kiss my head "You'll always be safe with me"

"I know, I always feel safe with you."

"What did they steal from you?"

"My mobile phone and my wallet"

"The one you just bought?" I just nodded, feeling the tears of anger start to roll down my cheeks. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

After another moment of silence, of her hand trying to reassure me and her lips kissing my temple and my hands playing with the zip of her sweatshirt.

"I love you, and believe me, I'll be sure to cut off his testicles."

"I know, I know your word is fact."

"Just like my love"

"Just like mine" I kissed her nose.

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yeehawbvby · 2 years

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Let’s Play a Game (Sebastian x GN!Reader)

Rating: Teen+

Summary: Sebastian has a strange proposition for you.

Author’s Note: Inspired by this comic! This is my first fic to be released publicly and I speedran it at like 5am when inspiration struck. It’s super corny, but I hope y’all like it anyway!

Edit: Found the comic’s source, finally! Martin Rosner, or @/HotPaperComics on Twitter :)

Check it out on ao3!

“Let’s play a game.”

You cock a brow, choking back a strong sip of your drink, fresh off the bar counter. Jeez, that blue-haired chick spiked the crap out of this thing.

“What kind of game?”

Your acquaintance, Sebastian, is sporting the most dastardly possible grin.

He’s the son of your neighborhood carpenter, and just about the only human you’ve had contact with under the age of 40 since moving away from the city. A charming fella, if you find edgy, nerdy stoners to be charming… Unfortunately, you do.

And after you somehow got lucky enough for him to invite you out, and couldn’t resist saying “yes” to his obnoxiously pretty face. You hadn’t checked your luck today, but you can only assume that the spirits have been doing Yoba’s work.

Narrowing his eyes, he answers your question. “Chicken.”

Chicken? Memories of your childhood friends flood your mind. Stacking atop each other’s shoulders on a hot summer’s day, pool noodles in hand. Sunscreen and sweat and heavily chlorinated water making your grips slippery. Not a worry in the world, other than whether or not you would be the first to fall into the water below you…

“Like, the pool game?”

He laughs, “Not quite.” He sips his own beverage — the same thing as yours — unfazed by its strength. Show-off. “Let’s spend some quality time together.” Oh? “We’ll help each other with errands, do some cooking together, go on some adventures in the mines or whatever…”

“So,” the gears turn in your brain as you cut him off, “you just want to… hang out? How is that—”

He silences you with a raised finger, cutting you back off with his words. “First one to fall in love loses.”

“…What? ”

“You’re new, so you’re basically friendless, yeah?”

“Ouch,” you wince, although you can’t help the light laugher that escapes you. He isn’t wrong. You just got here, what, a week ago? “Yeah, I guess.”

“Are you single?�� He endearingly wiggles his eyebrows, to which you roll your eyes.

“Yeah…” you grumble into your drink before bravely downing half the glass.

“Then it’s settled.”

“But still, how is this a game?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

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You knew you were at a disadvantage when starting this stupid little “game” with Sebastian, but you had no idea how hard it would be. Of course he’s cute, so there’s no avoiding a crush on the guy. You knew that. But after spending so much time with him over just a few days, you’re hopelessly into him.

But you’ll be damned if you tell him that.

Sure, it’s probably cheating, but you have too much pride to just openly admit defeat so easily. And besides, who’s to say it’s love yet? Not you, you sly bastard.

One night at the beach, watching the stars and waves together, you ask for clarification. “What is love?”

He avoids the question, only singing the lyrics “Baby don’t hurt me, no more," in response.

Another day, while he’s helping you forage in Cindersnap, he cheekily asks, “Have you ever wanted to kiss me?“

Of course you have. But instead of answering, you sing, “K-k-kiss me, infect me with your love and…” etcetera.

It’s become a trend. Part of the game, if you will. Whenever either of you openly questions the other’s feelings, the rules of the game, whatever, the other person pulls a song outta their ass, turning the situation into an impromptu karaoke. It’s fun, but it’s only making things harder in the end.

The charade goes on for weeks. Neither of you have had the balls to call it quits, and you’re both feeling the consequences of this long-fought battle.

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“C’mere,” Sebastian mumbles from the other side of your couch.

You scoot over just a little, not daring to cuddle up. The two of you have only made light contact thus far, and you know you’ll probably come out as a big dirty cheater who lost the game forever ago, if you were to do so much as hold hands with the guy.

He whines, “More.” He reaches his arm out, signaling you to tuck yourself into his side. “I don’t bite hard, I promise.”

You glare at him. “I’m good.”

“You’re shivering, actually.” Ugh. He’s right. The central heating in your cabin hasn’t been installed yet, leaving the fireplace in the kitchen as your only source of warmth.

“Fine, whatever.” you snuggle into his arms, balling up your blanket over your cheeks to hide the fierce blush coating them.

As Sebastian searches through your movie options on Netflix, you’re able to slowly settle into his touch… although, the more you cozy up to him, the faster you can hear his nearby heart racing.

Maybe you fell for him first, but this is definitely the heart rate of someone who’s just as into you as you’re into them. Holy shit.

You giggle.

“Hmm?” he hums questioningly.

“Is your resting heart rate always this fast?”

No answer.

Your eyes widen at his silence. You peer up to see his own eyes wide as well.

“Oh my god,” you lean up, leveling with him.

He closes his eyes, “God damnit.”

“Oh my GOD.” Beaming, you cup his cheeks in your hands. His eyes are still shut but his face is getting warm. “I won.”

No answer.

“I fucking won!”

Still no answer. His eyes slowly open, staring back at yours. As soon as he sees your goofy smile, he mirrors it.

Not knowing what else there is to do at a time like this, you kiss him. He kisses back, and it’s as magical as you’d imagined it to be. His lips are soft, his kissing style as rough around the edges as he is. It doesn’t take long for tongues to get involved.

But it also doesn’t take long for him to crack the code:

With a light grunt and his eyebrows furrowed, he pulls away. “Wait, but if you’re this eager to…” he thinks aloud. You can almost see the lightbulb go on. Oops. “You didn’t win, did you?”

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girlsneedff · 4 months

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AOT Men and Nicki Minaj Songs

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Onyakopan, Reiner headcanons with reader

SFW & NSFW - Minors and Ageless blogs please leave this alone

ARMIN A. - Good Form

You were always confused why the fuck your friend would talk about his exes begging for him back, wildin about what he’s doin. He always seemed so embarrassed about it when his phone would be blowing up while you guys were out with friends. Once, he asked you to grab his phone, and a message came up. Usually, you wouldn’t look too deep into his phone- but it happened to be open to a chat from a girl. You almost dropped the damn shit.

It was a video. He was eatin the fuck out of some girl’s kat. The way that he was lookin up at the camera with those dazed eyes. His tongue lolled, forearms wrapped around her shaking legs- damn. Then went right back to work all while this girl is screaming in the back ground. Your hand went to your mouth so fast.

She texted:

“I miss you. Don’t tell me you don’t miss this too.”

He replied:

“Please leave me alone! And delete that video, it’s embarrassing…”

That lil dweeb is a freak-

You shut his phone off and hurried up to give it to him, trying to make your lack of eye contact seem normal. Especially since Good Form was playing in the background now. Specifically: “And when he eat the cookie, he got good form”

CONNIE S. - Beez in the Trap

Yk that goofy ass dance that 2 Chainz does behind Nicki? Yea that’s Connie. All the time. Every day. And you’ll feel his presence- just acting stupid behind you- but it’s best to not give him the attention. He comes with you to the beauty supply? Bein a weirdo. Payin at the grocery store? He’s moonwalking behind you, alarming the poor cashier. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“Connie if you don’t quit shakin ass behind me and act normal, thank you.”

“I’m not doing anything.. you must be imagining things.” He says, as he ‘subtly’ slinks back to his spot on your left.

The corner store cashier is just sick of it all today.

EREN Y. - Starships

He heard it for the first time while he was waiting in your room for you to get ready. Too embarrassed to ask you what the song was, he shazamed it, and now acts like he found it on his own.

If he’s not the one driving- he’s sticking his head out the window or standing up in the sun roof just feeling the breeze whilst belting this song. He’s lucky that there’s people to hold his legs, cuz homeboy would have been flew out of the car. It’s his favorite song ever- and he’ll say it proudly. He’s not about to let people shit on his tastes. This man is prideful- he dgaf what anyone says.

“Yeagar if you stick an appendage out the window, you might as well lose it cuz I’m not saving you anymore.”

JEAN K. - Your Love

Real suave guy. And the girls he pull is a testament to that. He views himself as a knight in shining armor. He thinks he’s the samurai in the music video… Ever since one of his lovers showed him the song, he’s resonated with it.

They ask if he knows a Nicki song- he says this one. Then Eren proceeds to dog him for it.

He tries to defend himself- swears Nicki is talkin about him. That’s where you have to check him.

“Boy- she is talk about a man with waves and a durag. Get serious before you piss me off.”

ONY - Needles

Drives a Maybach. Blaring music with the car bounce. Everybody wants to carpool with him, and he usually lets them (except for Connie, cuz he spilt Fanta Orange in his shit just after he came back from getting his car detailed). He definitely fucks people in his back seat. Just because of the fact that it’s a Maybach and he can get away with it- when the car is bouncing, people will never know if he’s getting his rocks off, or if he’s just flexing.

As soon as Pink Friday 2 dropped, and you played the song during a carpool somewhere, he now plays it at least 10 times a day. Full blast. Maybach bouncing off the walls.

“Boy nothing about you is shy. And at this point, your life’s a pile of needles-”

You begrudgingly get in shotgun, and say hi to everyone in the back.

REINER B. - Roman Holiday

Hb is crazy let’s not forget. He’s a workaholic. Came home stressed from work, and his just ranting and raving, and you tryna be the good partner, you’re tryna soothe him. Whether it be suggesting therapy, giving him head, or cuddling, man needs to chill.

This song is just his mental when he’s going through his day to day. I don’t even think that he would know what the fuck this song is, let alone know any of Nicki’s work (shameful).

“I don’t have any medication. Are you saying I should see a psychiatrist? And who the hell is Roman?”

“…it’s a Nicki song. Roman Holiday.”

“I’ve never heard of that song, or that artist.”

“Oh… this is real sad.”

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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~𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 w/a Darling Who Praises Him~

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AHAHA HE'S SO CUTE I'M SOBBING AND EXPLODING WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF LOOK AT HOW PRETTY HE IS I *gets shot*

Note: Some of the word coloring is black to match Anakin's theme. I suggest turning on a lighter theme if you use a darker one. Note 2: NO THIS ISN'T SMUT I have to keep my blog (mostly) safe for the kiddos. But, like, it might be a bit suggestive in some places? idk have fun

~Enjoy~

Anakin's Playlist:

★★★★

𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

★★★★

~Oh Maker. This is all he's ever wanted.

~He isn't used to getting so shy and flustered. Usually, he likes to make you all flustered. This is new for him.

~Being a slave, he didn't have much love from anybody other than his Mother, so having somebody to motivate him and love him so much makes him almost want to cry.

~Tell him often that you love him, but tell him in different ways, so it doesn't get repetitive. Creative compliments and praise surprise him.

~You always get the cutest smile from him 🥺

~OMGGGG TOUCH HIM. LIKE. JUST HOLD HIS HAND OR EVEN BRUSH YOUR HAND AGAINST HIS

~Or just having a hand on his back, holding onto his arm, ect. Feeling a gentle loving hand on him makes him so happy.

~Knowing that you're just as in love with him as he is with you?

~Yeah he's emotional

~One of his favorite things is when you cup his cheeks between your warm hands and just stare into his eyes while talking to him.

~You totally have him all mushy now

~Little lingering kisses on his soft lips while you tell him that he did a good job in training and stuff shfjkdjfjdjf

~Hearing it from BOTH you and Obi-Wan build his confidence up. He's like

~omg

~they said i did a good job

~i must be a badass

~Careful though bc he might get annoying and egotistical at some point. He's a smug bastard 🙄

~Like I've stated before in my Anakin fanfiction thingies, hand kisses make him W E A K

~He likes when you kiss his knuckles and wrists

~STOMACH KISSES okay. okay so stfu darlings hold on it's a bit suggestive here

~He's so strong and it's obvious but he's also so SOFT you can squeeze his thighs 🤩

~You know you've gotten to him when you can see him trying to control his breathing. wtf are you doing he's supposed to be doing this to YOU

~HOW DID YOU GET ON TOP

~Anyway.

~You make him feel so special 🥺 He loves to know that you love him so much, and having such praise from someone so special gives him such a warm feeling in his chest. He's used to pampering you, so having you do the same for him leads him to understand your love for him. And really, that's all he wants. For you to love him.

~He takes everything to heart, and replays it in his mind all the time.

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I HAD TO CUT IT SHORT AGAIN DUE TO STUPID SHOULDER INJURIES >:( So just like I said with the 049 headcanons, when my shoulders are healed, I'll be writing more of this. Because I had more I wanted to go into with this but I need to rest 🙄 UGHHH BODIES ARE SO ANNOYING

just kidding sweetheart you should love and be proud of your body it's always working for you and never against you

How on earth do I get off on these little rambles

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aquariuswritersblog · 6 months

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Give Me A Chance (Hawks Fanfic) Pt. 1

Hi everyone! This is my first real post ever! Pls read it and let me know what you think. Hopefully, the next parts will be spicier fr. Also, in my head Hawks is tall, and I know mha is supposed to be set in like Japan, but girlie still has an English degree. ENJOY

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It’s another tiring and monotonous day at y/n’s barista job dealing with sticky syrups and impatient customers. Y/n works at a cute cafe in the heart of the city, and she is a hardworking barista who usually tries to make small talk with customers and be as polite as she can, but talking to people all day can be tiring. Today brought something different, more interesting than y/n’s everyday.

During a slow part of her work day, y/n looked up from the counter when a customer entered ringing the shop bell. A tall-ish man with his hair tucked into a stupid looking-black fedora walked up to the counter with all too much confidence for simply walking into a coffee shop. As he approached the counter with a smirk, he called out in a cocky voice, “Nice hair, barista.”

Y/n could feel herself turning red as the man in black stood in front of her. Umm what the fuck? Is he talking to me? There’s no one else here. Is something wrong with my hair, thought y/n. Y/n usually can’t be bothered, but dressing up a little makes her feel lighter and helps her get through the day. She thought she looked cute today with her cat-eye, cute braid, and coffee earrings. Hot shame flooded through her as she felt the man’s insult. She shot the man with an accusing look as she checked her braid resting on her shoulder, and, sure enough, the curly ends were coated in white, whip cream. Y/n gasped and started to clean the cream off her hair, and when she looked up at the man again, she saw him glance at her hair, then back to her eyes, and he said, “So… how’d that happen?”

Y/n definitely let herself get a little too flustered (she is nervous around guys with hot voices), and she replied snarkily, “Well, your fedora looks stupid.”

A loud chuckle erupted from the man and after the small moment it took for him to recover, he asked, “Could I get an americano please?”

Y/n almost received whiplash by how quickly he changed topics. She honestly could have gone back and forth with this guy all day, but she was too flustered and felt like keeping her job, so she sucked it up and replied, “Of course, sir. Could I get a name for that order?”

The man frowned and quietly answered, “K.”

“Thank you, sir,” Y/n replied as the man paid. Y/n walked away keeping her annoyance to herself.

While y/n was busy making his drink, the disappointed look lingered on the man's face as he waited for his drink to be made. After a while, y/n finished making the drink and called out, “Americano for K,” while staring down the man with the stupid fedora. She quickly walked away from the drink after she placed it down, trying to avoid another interaction with the man. Back at the register waiting for customers, she watched the man walk out of the shop with admittedly less cockiness than he entered with. Glad I knocked him down a peg, she thought with a smug look on her face. He was actually fun to talk to. And hot.

Suddenly, with one foot out the door, K turned around and said, “You look really cute, y/n.” Then, the door shut behind him. Left with just the ringing of the bell, y/n’s face turned red again. How did he know my name? She tilted her head down and found her name tag pinned to her apron. K can’t be his real name.

***Flashforward a few weeks***

Y/n stood in front of the steps for a large, corporate-looking building. Today was her chance to start her career and get out of the cafe. Today was her interview with the writing team for a PR company for different hero agencies. Her interview was at noon, and she prepared all morning. She knew that this particular company, Heroes PR, worked with heroes like Endeavor, Mirko, Best Jeanist, and even Hawks! Being on this writer's team would mean that she would help with projects like creating storylines for comic books and movies surrounding the heroes but also write public statements given by hero agencies or general communications that need to be written up. Being on this writing team would be a dream career job. Y/n has been working towards this goal since college, and now that she has an English degree, she needs to start making her moves. Standing outside of the building, she built up her confidence to walk in. The writing team interviewing her had already seen a portfolio of her writing, and she knew that her writing would speak for itself. However, that did almost nothing to calm her nerves about the interview. Even if her writing was amazing, if she flops this interview or does not vibe with the team, there is a very good chance that she will not get the job. Writing positions like these, where the writers get to work with pro heroes, are highly competitive. She was ready though.

About 10 minutes before they were expecting her, she walked in through the front entrance and made her way to the interview room which they had emailed to her previously. Making her way up the elevator and through the building, Y/n repeated talking points in her head that she thought they might bring up. As she was about to open the conference room where the interview would happen, she heard a familiar voice for a split second as a gust of wind zoomed past her in the hallway. She turned her head to see what it was that practically flew past her, blowing her hair awry. Right as she lifted her hand to fix her hair, the door to the conference room opened right in front of her.

“Miss L/N, are you ready for the interview?” a tall man in a plain suit asked, lacking any kindness or politeness.

Already flustered, y/n quickly answered, “Of course, sir!!” She tried to enter the conference room, but the plain man who was supposedly on the writing team was blocking the entire doorway with his stocky body.

“Actually miss, we’ve read your works and we think you are an amazing writer. However, we are looking for a more… assertive fit for the position,” said the man with a deep voice while blocking the doorway. His eyes roamed over her body, pausing too long on her breasts and hips. What a perv, she thought.

“Wait, sir! Please at least hear me out, give me a chance to talk about what I can bring to this team! I promise you won’t regret it!” pleaded y/n, trying to preserve any ounce of dignity that she had left.

“Sorry miss, maybe you can try with another—” Suddenly a second gust of wind hit her and the man in the doorway, and another man with a confident, playful manner and voice appeared next to her.

“Hey guys, I overheard some voices talking about a writing position here. As that job is directly related to my position, I figured that I could offer some of my own input today,” said the man who just flew over here— Wait, that’s not any man, thought Y/n. That’s Hawks. Like THE PRO HERO HAWKS. And there he was, standing in his full uniform; wings taking up a huge amount of the space in the hallway. Seeing as THEE Hawks was standing right next to her, y/n was definitely freaking out internally. He was tall, and his blonde hair was just as striking in person as it is on TV. Y/n is a Hawks fan for life, and that was another reason she wanted to work with heroes.

The interviewer man started, “Sorry, but this decision is ours to—”

“Yeah, no. Sorry,” said hawks over the interviewer man. “But if you refuse me any further, I might just have to contact my team about this,” said Hawks in a playfully worried tone. Hawks positioned himself behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders lightly and moved you forward so that both you and hawks were walking towards the man in the doorway. He was literally pushing you into the room, and using the fact that he is Hawks to get the man blocking the door to back up. Each step Hawks walked you closer into the doorway and into the room, the man who was blocking the door backed up. Eventually, Hawks had moved both you and him into the conference room where the entire writing team was sitting. Now, Y/N, Hawks, and the formerly-blocking-the-door-man were all standing in front of the writing team that was supposed to be interviewing her.

Looking around, she thought, Ugh, of course it’s a room full of men. Hawks, who didn’t stop talking to the interviewer man the whole time, continued by harshly declaring to the room, “Shame on all of you for not even giving this pretty writer a chance. You all are going to give her a proper interview right now, and I’m gonna stay here for all of it!”

Y/n was a mess of emotions at this moment. Hawks hands were still on Y/N’s shoulders as hawks stood a bit away from her while looking over her shoulder to scold the writing team. His hands on her shoulders, Hawks being that closer to her; yeah, safe to say she was pretty flustered. The entirety of the team was dumbstruck at Hawk berating them, and Hawks using the word “pretty” to describe her distracted her for one second. This is so embarrassing. I have to get out of here, she thought. Quickly, Y/N walked a few paces away from Hawks, faced the room with teary eyes and a red face, and said, “Thank you for the opportunity.” Then, she practically ran out of the room with her bag in hand. She headed straight to the elevator, and the wait for the doors to open felt like hours. When she finally stepped in and pressed the 1st floor button, Hawks flew down the hallway at almost a sonic speed, stopping in front of the elevator. Y/n was extremely embarrassed to see him again and started smashing the close door button. As he was standing there, she stumbled out the words, “I’m so sorry for causing a scene, Hawks sir.”

Right before the elevator door closed, he spoke, “Please don’t be sorry Y/N. You let me walk all over you in that coffee shop; don’t let them walk all over you. And call me Keigo.”

The elevator door closed, and y/n stood alone as the elevator descended. Realization hit y/n. Oh my fucking god. K from the coffee shop is Keigo. Without his wings and with his stupid hat, he didn’t look the same. Wow. Wait, what does this mean? Does it mean anything?

***Later that night***

That interview went so horribly. It’s been like 8 hours since then, and it’s still the only thing I can think about. Y/n sat down at her little desk that took her ages to assemble in her apartment. At her desk, she opened her computer and thought, May as well start job searching again, I bet I can line up another interview with another company. As she checked her email, there was an email from Hawks’s team sitting right there in her inbox. She fully stood up and walked around her room to calm down until she could sit back down and read the email.

The email read: “Greetings Y/N L/N! We are so excited to offer you a position at the Hawks Hero Agency! Your position will be to act as a writer and liaison between the PR Company and our agency. You will, unfortunately, still would have to work with the writing team of Heroes PR, but you would get to conduct your operations out of the Hawks Agency building instead of the Heroes PR building. We await your response! Tomorrow, you should receive an email with more specific information on this position. Cheers, Team Hawks.”

Damn, thought y/n. They really gave me a chance. I guess I don’t need to job search anymore.

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banzaitaka · 2 years

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Glad it's open again! Prince rukia, can you do saiki kusuo's reaction to his son who traveled to the past by mistake? The child is 14 years old and has the same powers as his dad! Thank you, ur the best

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Alright this is an interesting theme to go for

Not me forgetting you said "by mistake" and only realizing after writing the reason n how n all that

Towards the end are quite a lot of lil timeskips cause aaaaaaaahhh And I noticed myself drifting off to some negative feels a bit lol so uh there is a cute ending dw

Saiki K Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Kusuo Saiki x male! reader

Small accidental visit

(Y/N) opened his eyes, scanning the area around him with a blurred eye sight. His back laying on the hard, wet concrete as raindrops rained down on him.

//What is going on now?//

He quickly realized his glasses were covered in water and that's why everything was blurry before his eyes. Weirdly enough, that was the only thing he could really complain about at that moment. There was neither pain or any other feeling of discomfort present.

Besides the feeling of wet concrete against his back and limbs anyway.

A strange thing considering he certainly did not teleport to that location.

(Y/N) couldn't recall any reason why he would lay there or the fact that it started raining. But it must've been going on for a while before he landed there, or else under him would be still dry.

He gave himself a slight slap on the inside, this information was getting him nowhere.

//Okay, let's step back a second and think. What was I doing before I-//, a glance past the rim of his glasses to his digital wristwatch made him widen his eyes in shock, making him sit up and frantically dry off his glasses.

//This can't be.//, (Y/N) simply stated, staring at the date on his watch, on the year specifically.

It read May 11th 2014, 4:22 pm.

Last time he checked, he wasn't even born during that time. So obviously, this didn't make much sense.

//This watch is supposed to automatically adjust itself to the current time and date of the timezone it's in once activated. This has to be broken.//, he frowned, doing what everyone would do in that situation. Slap the life out of the wristwatch in a poor and rather aggressive attempt on making it work again.

//It probably broke during whatever happened to me that made me wake up infront of grandma and grandpa's house.//, he concluded, looking ahead at the rather familiar house infront of him. Though, it seemed kind of different, (Y/N) didn't pay it any mind.

The rain picked up, covering the boy's glasses in thick raindrops yet again. //Agh, this stupid rain.//

Without even looking around first, he stood up and rose his hand in the air. The other arm was busy drying off his glasses as he blew away the rainclouds like it was nothing.

//This is starting to get more irritating than confusing. Well, at least no one's here to bother me.//

"Look! Cyborg Sider-man No.2! Did you see that!?"

//Oh oh.//, the (Y/HC)-haired flinched, not even daring to turn around, //Dad is going to kill me.//

"He just made the rain stop with his hand!", the little boy let out a loud gasp, "Is he your apprentice!? I want to be your apprentice too!"

"I don't even know that kid.", another voice sounded out, clearly annoyed with the kid he had to accompany to buy soda.

//Okay. That sounded suspiciously like my dad, but I'm just going to leave while I can-//, (Y/N) sneaked away, still not sparring the two behind him a single glance.

Really, he was too scared to check. He took another glance at his wristwatch and it still said 2014. Even after trying to reverse it, he could only see the minutes going backwards.

And in addition to that, the name "Cyborg Sider-man No.2" sounded way too familiar. (Y/N) remembered his dad talking about the time he had to babysit a little boy from time to time.

A boy who kept calling him that.

The dots were slowly connecting, but (Y/N) clearly didn't want to believe it and ended up blaming it on paranoia. Because time travel was also a topic at the dinner table. One he didn't remember having anything positive to it.

And hearing what his father went through when he traveled back into the past really killed all motivation to do that himself.

So denial it was.

//There is no mistaking it, that boy is a psychic too. He seemed to have used the exact same method I used to make it stop raining not too long ago.//, Kusuo monologued, frowning internally, //Why do I keep attracting these kinds of people?//

Ignoring Yuta's begging and rambling, as well as the fact he noticed the 14 year old sneak away, Kusuo walked towards his house.

//I'd like to say it was none of my business and I should just ignore him, but he was already way too close for comfort. I don't need another rando to ask me to be their teacher.//

A mental image of a purple haired student by the name of Reita and a green haired magician called Kouta made itself present in the pink-haired's mind. He really just wanted to be left alone.

Once Kusuo was finally back in his room, he stopped in his tracks.

//I couldn't hear his thoughts.//

Now, even though it was rare and rather unusual for him not to hear someone's thoughts, it didn't make it less concerning. The opposite in fact, as he was so used to knowing what everyone was thinking.

The teen sat on his bed, looking down to think, //And he's most definitely a psychic. I didn't see anything about his character, not even his face. There is no way I can tell if he's evil or not.//

The annoyance built up even more inside of him and he could very well tell how the volume of his inner voice increased.

//The fact he was so close to my home may have something to do with me. Did he see me use my powers without me noticing? Now I have to look into this.//

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was looking for a good spot to teleport away. He didn't want anyone else to see him use his powers, otherwise his dad will definitely scold him.

Doesn't matter if he really time traveled or not.

Soon, he found a rather tight alleyway, so tight that he had to walk sideways, //Perfect.//, he quickly slipped in, clicking his tongue with annoyence at how the walls dirtied his clothes.

Once the (Y/HC)-haired reached about the middle of the alleyway, he looked left and right to ensure noone's watching and then finally teleported away.

To his house to be exact.

//I should tell dad about-//, mouth agape, he stared to the spot his house was supposed to be. Only to find a small field with a rather big tree a bit further ahead.

//You gotta be kidding me.//

The view before (Y/N) gave him no other chance, but to believe he traveled to the past.

But he still went up to the tree several meters away from him, inspecting it for any signs of carvings he did with his father. And as feared, there were none to be found.

//Well shit.//, (Y/N) let himself slide to the ground with his back against the tree, //How am I supposed to go back?//

Crossing his arms infront of his chest, he began to think. And after a few minutes of doing just that, the only thing he could come up with is asking Kusuke, his uncle, for help. Problem with that was, however, that there was a chance of him changing the future through doing that.

Overall, the 14 year old couldn't think as clearly as he would like to. He wasn't able to stay as composed as his dad could be, that being the fault of his personality. His grandpa's genes must be showing just a tad bit.

//Damn it. What would dad do? Go to Kusuke, I'm sure, but I just can't...//

Meanwhile, Kusuo was also in thought.

The pink-haired crossed his eyes yet again, in search of any signs of that mysterios psychic. //Still nothing, where could he be?//, he blinked once to normalize his eyes and put a hand to his chin in thought, //There is a possibility that he teleported to an area too far away for my powers to reach, if he truly has the same or similar powers as me. That would make this far more annoying than it already is.//

Sighing internally, the teen laid down on his bed, //I will just have to stay on guard.//

Night approached.

And with (Y/N) having no place to stay or way to get back to the future, all he could do was collect some firewood, rocks and a lot of dirt.

He put the rocks in a circle in a space where no grass grew and poured a bit of dirt in the middle, enough to cover the ground. He poured more dirt around the rock circle and the rest at the side where he could easily reach it.

He didn't have to fear anything catching fire, but he didn't want any possible passerby to scold him. More so for the sake of keeping his powers a secret, since his dad made it more than clear how important it is to ensure no one ever found out about them.

Besides, (Y/N) tried not to rely on his powers so often. There was no fun with being able to do almost anything imaginable with a snap of his fingers.

Finally, the (Y/HC)-haired threw some wood in the circle and lit it on fire using his pyrokinesis.

//...//, the boy leaned against the tree behind him, an all too familiar sense of loneliness washing over him, //I hate this.//

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The next morning, the 14 year old did nothing in particular. How could he? Pacing back and forth infront of the big tree and singing songs to himself, of which he keeps forgetting bits of the lyrics of, were pretty much the only things he could do.

There was hunger slowly building up inside of his stomach, but at the same time he felt like he couldn't even eat a single bite. Anxiousness was overtaking his mind.

//...I can't keep going like this though...Dad...//

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"Oh, Ku! There's a young man here asking for you!", the pink-haired heard his mother call out for him. //What now?// He stood up from his position on the floor infront of his TV and gaming console, making his way down the stairs.

Kurumi smiled at him as she stepped out of the way. //That's-//, he stared at the boy right outside of his door, //That's the boy from yesterday! What does he want?//

"I'll be in the kitchen making you two some snacks. Have fun you two!"

And with that she walked away from the scene, to the kitchen, leaving the two of them in a rather thick layer of tension. "Hello.", the (Y/HC)-haired greeted, still not looking up to look Kusuo in the eyes.

//He didn't move his mouth while speaking...//, Kusuo pulled him inside with his powers and shut the door. (Y/N) let out a weird noise out of surprise, a look of panicked confusion on his face as he got dragged further, up into the pink-haired's room.

The boy, now sitting on the floor with Kusuo towering behind him, only heard the door close before Kusuo spoke up, "Who are you and what do you want?"

Hesitantly, (Y/N) looked the other in the eyes, "(Y/N) Saiki."

"Saiki? Are you a lost brother or something?", looking closer at the boy's face, he could see some resemblance of his bloodline. "Not exactly- I- You- I'm from the future and don't know how to get back, please help me-", the boy splurted out out of nervousness, being fixated by the older one's cold stare.

Also, there shouldn't be any beating around the bush in this matter, otherwise (Y/N) might as well never go back.

For just a moment, silence filled the room, the only noise being the shabby backgound music of the cheap game Kusuo had been playing.

"Good grief..."

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It didn't take long for Kusuo to believe his supposed son from the future. Looking at all those things he had to deal with on a daily basis up until this day, it really was just another inconvenience in his life.

Now sitting at the dinner table with his parents and (Y/N), he already began to make plans in his head how to approach his older brother with this situation, hoping he'd help out without making it too much of an annoying experience. Because after sending the boy back, he also had to deal with fixing the timeline. He didn't believe (Y/N) being up for that important task.

Kuniharu paused for a second to smile at the 14 year old sitting across from him, "I'm positively surprised my son tutors a kid in his free time, but isn't it getting a bit late now? I can drive you home if you want." "Ah, well...", the (Y/HC)-haired glanced to the pink-haired next to him, a silent ask for help.

"Good grief...He wanted to ask if he could stay for tonight."

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Back up in the 17 year old's room, (Y/N) watched as Kusuo laid down a futon on the empty space of the room. Despite the want to call out for him, (Y/N) remained silent, it might be for the better that way. It was just, his dad didn't do much with him for quite a while now and the boy started to miss him and all those fun times together.

//He's technically not my dad yet though.//, he told himself.

Once Kusuo finished with his task, he himself laid on his bed, "We'll go to Kusuke first thing in the morning, so go to sleep now."

The darkness of the room and Kusuo's words set the 14 year old's mood even further. He felt lonely. Still, nodding his head, he crawled onto the futon and tugged the blanket over his body up to his head.

There was no changing anything at that moment and no other way to go. He had to push his needs to the side for now to get back into the time he belonged to.

//Why does he look so sad?//, Kusuo's eyes fixated onto the blanket burrito. Discarding the question as soon as he asked it, he turned off the little lamp on his nightstand, burrying himself under his own blanket and trying to fall asleep.

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The closer (Y/N) got to going back to the future, the more intense got the feeling of wanting to stay. Kusuo would have no choice, but to look out for him, right? Though, he didn't want to force himself onto him like that. But- He craved for that attention.

All hopes of Kusuke needing some time to get a device ready were crushed quickly when he announced of having one right there, ready to go.

"So he can go right away?", the pink-haired asked, a bit cautiously, waiting for a possible catch. Kusuke only nodded his head with a smile, turning his gaze to (Y/N), "Just make sure you visit me, little one."

A silent nod was all (Y/N) could provide as an answer.

Satisfied, Kusuke left the room to get the device started. It left the (Y/HC)-haired's heart racing and fingers twitching.

The both of them stood there, waiting, for a while. And Kusuo couldn't take it anymore, he had to ask, finally, "Do you not want to go?"

"...", the boy didn't really know how to reply to the other one's question at first, rubbing his fingers against each other in a subtle fidgeting manner as he thinks about it.

"I- It was nice to have dinner with someone again."

Before another word could be spoken, Kusuke returned, telling them that everything was ready. (Y/N) nodded yet again, quickly following the younger version of his uncle, leaving Kusuo standing there, speculating about his words.

Everything was over faster than (Y/N) and Kusuo thought, as if there was still something missing. But it would be too late anyways, the time machine was activated and the 14 year old was gone, back to where, or when, he came from.

It all left Kusuo with a bitter aftertaste, but there was no slacking off now. He got a timeline to fix.

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When (Y/N) opened his eyes again, he was met by the sight of grass and a small, brownish-grey house, as wood scratched against his back, making him quickly realise where he was. He snapped his head to look up the tree branch, sure enough, there were many little carvings of letters and symbols scattered across the texturey surface.

A look at his wristwatch gave him the last confirmation he needed that he was indeed in the year he was supposed to be in.

//Guess I'm back now.//, he shifted his gaze back fowards, looking at his shoes as he moved his feet back and forth, //So back to everyday life.//

The boy decided to go back inside, maybe make himself a sandwich or two. Opening the door and kicking his shoes off his feet, he didn't expect to hear the TV in the kitchen. He certainly didn't forget to turn it off since he didn't turn it on in the first place.

He poked his head into the room, eyes widening when his gaze met the back of his dad, appearantly cutting some vegetables on a wooden cutting board. "Dad?", the boy accidentally called out, it just slipped out of his mouth like that.

It made the other flinch slightly.

Kusuo turned around, "(Y/N), I told you not to scare me when I'm holding sharp objects." "Ah- Sorry, dad, I didn't mean to.", the boy stepped into the kitchen with an apologetic smile, "What are you doing here?"

The pink-haired gave his son a sideglance before getting back to cutting, "I'm making dinner." "But you're usually away at this time." "I might have been before your little trip.", Kusuo paused what he was doing again to pat his son's head, "But now it will be different."

Slowly understanding what was going on, the 14 year old smiled brightly. Even Kusuo couldn't help a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Good grief...you seem to have a bit of energy left to help me make dinner."

"Yes, sir!"

"Oh, and look around before using your powers next time."

"Yes, sir-!"

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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STEVE HARRINGTON FIC RECOMMENDATIONS !

follow everyone of these authors because they’re amazing at what they write. also like and comment on those fics because they deserve it!

also I’ve just finished season 4 volume one and I’ve decided to read some fics!

don't you (forget about me) ➵ @starberryes

summary ➵ you've always thought steve harrington was a weirdo. when you find out you might be in terrible danger, he might be just what you need.

always be my baby ➵ @danny-cordray

summary ➵ watching your best friend constantly flirting with every girl he meets is very upsetting to you, and you can't figure out why.

new week ➵ @heartburriedinvenice

summary ➵ in which you just want to rent Back to the Future but every week it has already been rented and every time you come back to check Steve Harrington says it will be back. . . next week and for some reason, you still believe him. orin which two lovesick idiots have to make stupid excuses to talk to each other.

k ➵ @maxmybeloved

summary ➵ steve realizes what's been in front of him the whole time

the thin line between love and hate ➵ @sortagaysortahigh

summary ➵ y/n y/l/n and steve harrington weren’t enemies, not in the way that most people assumed.

first time ➵ @notrattus

summary ➵ losing your virginity to steve harrington

our kids ➵ @cosmicloki

summary ➵ steve feels a strange, totally new ‘thing’ when he sees you interacting with the kids, making him imagine things he shouldn’t just yet and unintentionally blurts out something you shouldn't hear just yet.

unearned confidence ➵ @sharpsapphic666

summary ➵ steve harrington doesn’t get all those girls for nothing and you discover what keeps them all coming back for more

7 minutes in heaven ➵ @hawkins-losers

summary ➵ steve tries to be more responsible and get to work on time, but you turn his plans and make him late

your name, forever the name on my lips ➵ @hawkins-losers

summary ➵ you and steve share a moment - and a kiss - after helping him get a spider out of his hair

don’t mess with my man ➵ @hawkins-losers

summary ➵ when a new kid arrive in Hawkins, someone’s gotta put him back in his place - but that someone is not steve harrington

from hate to love there is only one step ➵ @amysangel

summary ➵ steve and y/n used to hate each other, but after she gets hurt the phrase from hate to love there is only one step never made more sense.

edge of seventeen ➵ @mrsharrington83

summary ➵ y/n gets possessed by vecna (reader is dustin's older sister)

just hold me ➵ @masterkenobi

summary ➵ your new nightmares cause you to distance yourself from your boyfriend while he’s still healing from the wounds that could’ve killed him. steve isn’t going to let you though, and begs you to spend the night with him.

paddles and purists ➵ @foreverindreamlandd

summary ➵ steve begrudgingly goes with dustin to drop off severely overdo books, but when he sees you lingering between the shelves, he quickly realizes that libraries aren't as lame as he thought. but can he keep his favorite librarian safe when Hawkins is under attack a third time?

tell me you love me ➵ @ladylannisterxo

summary ➵ a heated argument leaves you standing alone when steve slams the door behind him. you're not certain when he'll be back but you're determined to remind him just how much you truly love him when he does.

time after time ➵ @badfictionalhabits

summary ➵ you're apart of the gang and are in a relationship with Steve. The timeline is shabby but it takes place when the gang are at the Wheeler's house and its the morning after Max survives Vecna's attack.

bike riding ➵ @peterparkergirlfriend1

summary ➵ reader doesn't know how to ride a bike. the kids teach her, and steve can't take how fucking cute you are

we’ll be ok ➵ @quin-ns

summary ➵ steve is injured while half of the hawkins team is stuck in the upside down and finds comfort in y/n.

loving you is easy ➵ @finalgirleddiemunson

summary ➵ steve sometimes needs to be reminded that real love comes without conditions.

best thing i ever had ➵ @hairrington

summary ➵ when you dive into the terrifying depths of lovers lake, you expect to feel the usual when it comes to your recently dangerous adventures: worry, regret, and a big dose of fear. but when you notice the man you're falling for getting smitten with his ex, you realize even envy can be felt in the upside down.

without a clue ➵ @hairrington

summary ➵ steve is into you. really, really into you. the only problem is that everybody seems to know it but you. it’s not until you get dragged into the upside down that you finally start to see just how much he cares about you.

you’re a badass ➵ @beautecus

summary ➵ billy being an asshole & threatening lucas/reader, reader standing up to billy, protective!steve(ish), fluff, lumax.

#steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington recommendations #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #Steve Harrington headcannon #steve harrington

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Best Friends

Komori Motoya x Female! Reader (she/ her pronouns)

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: best friends to lovers, swearing, SMUT, male and female giving/receiving, unprotected penatrive sex (reader is on birth control but don't be stupid like my dumbass), Slight angst, mostly fluff, probably bad editing, definitely bad grammar

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: I'm sad so here's some smut 😃

You cheered, watching your best friends amazing receive as you stood, clapping and shouting loudly. You were always the loudest during EJP Raijin games and you know that the team appreciated you support especially your best friend,Komori Motoya, the teams Libero.

You had met Komori randomly about a year ago, accidently bumping into him at a bookstore. You had been looking for the next addition to the Manga set you were reading, standing back and pondering if you should get volume 29 and volume 30 at the same time. You hadn't noticed someone coming up from behind you until you accidentally backed into them, their books crashing to the ground.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so so sorry!" You said, quickly reaching down to grab the books, lifting and handing them over to a man who towered above you. He looked at you, smiling as you smiled back. He was cute, around your age.

"Hey what volume are you on?" He said, looking at you.

"Excuse me?" You said, looking confused. He pointed down to the Manga in your hands as the words suddenly all made sense.

"Oh umm volume 29! I just finished 28 last night-" "and you had to get 29 and 30" he said as you both laughed.

"Yeah it's such a great story. Kind of slow at first but it picks up pretty quick" you say, smiling back. "Wait, are you just starting that?" You said, glancing at his pile and noticing one of your all time favorites amongst it.

"Yeah, I umm have some time off so I'm trying to catch up on my reading" he says, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh my god you'll love it! It's probably one of the top best friends to lovers stories I've ever read! So much angst, it totally made me cry but I'm a crier" you said, awkwardly laughing. The man smiled at you "I'm Motoya Komori" he said, extending his hand. You smiled, rearranging your books and shaking his hand "YN LN, it's so nice to meet you Motoya!" He beamed down at you as you returned the smile.

"Hey this is kind of forward of me but I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee" he said as your eyes widened. "I'd love to!! They have a great coffee shop-" "just down the street" he said finishing your sentence as you both laughed. You gathered your books, checked out and made your way to the coffee shop.

It's hard to believe it had been an entire year being best friends with Toya. When you first learned of his profession as a Libero for EJP Raijin, you nearly choked.

"A professional volleyball player?? Holy crap Motoya that's amazing!" You said, cooing over him as he blushed at your response. "It's definitely an interesting job" he said "I'm currently on break right now so I have time to kill. Usually I'm pretty busy with practice" he added "what do you do YN?" he asked.

"Well, my job isn't nearly as glamorous but it's pretty awesome. I'm actually a makeup and hair artist for brides, actors and actresses, you name it. I'm also currently on a break in between shoots for a movie I'm working on" you said. "Wow that's amazing YN! You must be so talented" he said. "Well, I like to think so" you said chuckling.

Your friendship with Komori grew stronger and stronger over the months. You hung out, texting and face timing when you could. It was hard when his season picked up, knowing he'd be busy almost everyday with intense practices. He'd often call you at 10pm, your phone ringing as you read in bed. It became your new routine and you loved it.

"Hey bestie, did you finish that chapter?" Komori added getting into bed as you groaned causing him to chuckle. It never escaped you how handsome he looked, his hair still wet from a shower and his t-shirt hanging lose on his thin, muscular frame.

"Serious Toya, that chapter was the ABSOLUTE WORST! It's like these two can't see how perfect they are for each other and it's utterly destroying me! Like he totally loves her and she loves him and yet here we are!" You say throwing you hands in the air as Komori belts out another laugh. He cherished these moments with you. You’re new routine had felt natural, so good.

"Well I mean, it's all part of the story line YN, not like you can just rush love" he says, snuggling in as you close your book and settle in. "Yeah I guess" you groan again in frustration.

"Hey are you coming to the game this weekend? I got a seat saved for you" he said, excited for you to come to your first game. You roll your eyes and smile "yes Toya, you've all but prepared me for this moment and I'm ready! Plus that volleyball Manga you gave me helped too" you added as Komori smiled. "Great, I can't wait!" He said, yawning as his eyes fluttered closed. "Goodnight Toya" you said, snuggling down and falling asleep with your best friend on FaceTime.

The day had come for the game as you readied yourself on FaceTime with your friend. "Do you think this crop top and jeans are ok Tia?" You ask as you friend nods, studying you as you grab your curling iron to begin fixing your hair. "So much work for a volleyball game YN? Seriously when are you going to tell Komori you like him?" She said. You gasped, nearly dropping the curling iron.

"He's my best friend Tia! It's not like that with us" you said, curling your hair and pining it, spraying it with hairspray to help it set. "Sure whatever you say YN. It's not like you two don't spend every waking hour together. Every minute you have free together" she said.

"That's what best friend do Tia! They hang out" you snipped. "And I'm sure best friends fall asleep with each other on FaceTime every night right?" She says as you look away from your phone, trying to ignore your friend.

"I thought so. You like Komori!" She gushed as you finished your hair, grabbing your make up bag to start your look. "I like him as my best friend Tia! You know, kind of like how you and I are" you said.

Tia shook her head "YN, you and I are no where near ToyaYN status" she said as you began beating your face with your beauty blender.

"ToyaYN?? Is that our ship name?" You said as Tia nodded her head. "Seriously YN the man is a hot professional athlete! You can't tell me you've never noticed how amazing he looks!" She said. You in fact had noticed how incredible your best friend looked. His body was chiseled, his muscles lean with a full 6 pack and heavy thighs. You had seen Toya more than once without a shirt and the thought made your belly heat up. You shook your head, grabbing your eyeliner and placing it on trying to shake the image from your mind. "YN you good" Tia snickers as you glared at her, grabbing your lashes and applying them. "Knock it off Tia, we are best friends and nothing more.

You arrived at the arena, dressed in a yellow boho crop top, boyfriend jeans and flats. You grabbed onto your bag as you made your way to the box office.

"Umm hi, my friend said he left a ticket for me here" you said to the lady behind the office. "Oh yes! Miss YN I presume??" You nodded as the lady turned around grabbing your ticket and leaving her office. "Komori was so excited for you to come today. Here I'll show you to your seat dear" she said as you nodded, thanking her and making your way into the large stadium. The crowd was loud as you looked down to the large court. You could see thousands of people waiting for the match to begin.

The lady showed you to your seat as you thanked her again, sitting down as you awaited the players. The first team to appear was the MSBY Black Jackals, dressed in all black. Your eyes widened at their height next to the referees, looking like actual titans. You smiled and clapped when you heard EJP Raijin announced, the team coming up and standing at the end line. You smiled at you saw Komori, he looked so handsome in his white EJP uniform. He looked over, smiling at you as you smiled back and waved a little.

As the game progressed you got so into it. Cheering and clapping at every EJP receive and point. The game had ended, EJP taking the victory as you sat waiting for the fans to clear. You waited made your way down to the court while you watched Komori talked with interviewers. You were shocked at how big all the players were courtside. You had always thought Komori was tall but seeing all these men, you felt tiny next to them.

"Oh my god that's Komori and Suna" you head squealing coming from besides you. You looked to see a pack of women, ogling at Komori and EJP's middle blocker Suna Rintaro. When you saw Komori was done he smiled at you as you began to walk towards him, suddenly to be shoved out of the way by rampant fan girls screaming at Komori. You had been shoved into the back of a tall, black jackals player.

"Oh my I'm so sorry" you said turning to see him staring down at you. "You're not rampant like those other ones" he said, glaring over his mask. "Umm no? I mean you guys are human too right?" You said looking at him and smiling.

You heard your name called as you turn to see Komori trying to make his way towards you. You smile and wave noticing some of the girls hanging on to him. The thought irked you as Komori approached you, smiling.

"Hey! You look beautiful" he said, smiling down at you as he hauled you into a sweaty hug. You laughed "Toya eww!" You said as he pulled back not realizing he had hugged you fully sweaty after 5 rounds of intense volleyball.

"Haha sorry YN I just got excited" he said "I see you've met my cousin. YN this is Kiyoomi Sakusa. Kiyoomi this is YN LN." You smile, extending your hand as Sakusa returns your greeting, nodding.

"You want to get dinner?" Toya asked as you nodded. "Let me go change and shower then I'll met you out by the exits. Did you drive?” he asked.

"No I took the train, figured the parking would be horrendous" you said as Komori smiled back. "I'll give you a ride home afterwards" he said as you nodded again. Komori left you, running into the locker rooms where he began to strip his clothes.

"I see YN came to the game today. Did she enjoy it?" His teammates Washio questioned.

"I'm pretty sure she did. We are getting dinner after I get ready" he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Just dinner?" Suna snickered as Komori peered at him, confused. "I mean, probably" he responded.

"Dude you are pathetic" Suna added as Washio shook his head. Komori looked at Suna still confused.

"Dude, YN is hot as fuck! I mean, literally an 11 out of 10!" Suna said. Komori scoffed and rolled his eyes "Dude she's my best friend.”

"Ok so you won't be mad if I ask her out then?" Suna asked, smirking as Komori stopped, turning to glare at Suna.

"Yeah you've got it bad for your bestie Komori" he said as he got up and headed to the showers. Washio chuckled as Komori slammed his locker shut "What's so funny?" Komori asked.

"I'm laughing because he's right. And you are the only two people who don’t see how perfect you are for each other." Washio said walking to the showers. Komori stood by his locker. His head feel back as he thought about you. You were his best friend, the person he trusted and cared for. Sure he found you incredibly beautiful and he loved hanging out with you. He cherished your nightly chats and everything you tow shared. He hated when you talked about going on dates with other guys, and how none of them treated you right. But that's what best friend did right? They cared for one another. Komori walked to the showers, head clouded with thoughts.

He walked to the front, looking for you as he sees you standing by the door. You look incredibly beautiful, your hair and makeup perfect as always. You look so cute in your outfit and your smile as you see him is utterly breathtaking. His heart warms at the thought of you.

"Hey" you say running up to him "you ready?" Your eyes sparking with excitement as he pulls you in a for a big hug, kissing the top of your head. "I'm so glad you came YN" he said, hugging you tight. Your heart fluttered as you hug him back, his body flush against yours, molded perfectly together. He pulls back as you do the same, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the doors.

The next few weeks go on as normal. You talk with Komori everyday, sharing everything about your day and your life. He tells you about an interview he has coming up and you say your excited to watch. You sit back, pulling up the live interview on your phone as you tune in just in time for the beginning.

"Komori Motoya, Libero for the every popular EJP Raijin, joins us now! Komori thank you so much for coming" the interviewer says as Komori smiles and nods "thank you for having me."

They go on to talk about the normal stuff, volleyball and such. Then one question catches your interest. "So Komori, tell us, is there anyone special in your life? A girlfriend perhaps?" The interviewer asks. You see Komori smile as a small blush creeps on his face.

"Well actually their is" he said "but umm I don't feel comfortable saying anymore" he said as the interviewer nodded. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. You talked with Komori every single day and not once had he mentioned liking someone. The thought of Komori with another woman made your heart break. You felt a tear sneak down your face as you tried desperately to hide your hurt from yourself. You felt your heart breaking as you turned phone off, curling into your bed as you cried to yourself. You heard your phone ring, knowing Komori would be calling you. You clicked the hang up button, messaging him and telling him you weren't feeling good.

He responded quickly with "Oh OK! If you need anything just let me know! XOXO" the text crushed you aS you pulled the covers over your head, crying harder and harder until sleep took over.

Komori left practice in a bad mood. It had been an entire week and you had been blowing him off. First you said you weren't feeling good, then you said you had a late gig and finally you told him your period cramps were bad. Komori knew you, and he knew these were all lies. He was angry and hurt. This wasn't like you and he wanted to know what was going on. He decided that tonight he would confront you.

You heard the knock on your door as you sighed, getting yourself off the couch. You had been wearing one of Komori's EJP shirts and underwear underneath it. It was hard letting go of him and wearing his shirt kept him close. You checked the peep hole, noticing Komori on the other side. Concerned you opened the door, Komori staring at you as you looked back at him.

"Hey is everything ok" you said, Komori now looking up and down at you, studying your gorgeous body covered in his t-shirt. He shook his head, getting the dirty thoughts og you out of his mind before stepping past you wordlessly.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" He said, arms crossed as his muscles bulged.

"I- what, I haven't been-"

"Yn, we went from talking every single night to you ignoring my calls and texts for an entire week straight! Now what the hell is going on?" He said sternly.

You stood up a little taller and looked at him "well I'm sorry if I didn't want to interrupt your time with your new girlfriend" you said huffing as you walked past him, turning the TV off and walking to your room.

"My new what-" he said, confused as he followed you into your room and to your bathroom. "It's nothing Komori-"

"Oh so now I'm Komori" he said, agitation growing as you turned on the sink in your bathroom to wash your face.

"You know what I mean" you say glaring back at him in the mirror.

"No YN I fucking don't! You are my best friend and all of a sudden you just stop talking to me? And what is this about a girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend!" He said coming next to you as you dried your face, grabbing your moisturizer and slapping it on.

"For fucks sakes Toya I saw the fucking interview! I know you have a crush on some girl, a girl you didn't even tell me about mind you! So yeah, I was a little bit upset" you say, getting into his face before turning and walking out of the bathroom to your room.

"Oh my god YN!! That's what this is about?" He said, laughing without humor.

You turn to him, tears in your eyes, starting to crest as your voice broke as you spoke to him" Y-yes Toya, yes! Is that what you want to hear?? I'm fucking jealous ok!" You say, your voice breaking more as Komori's eyes look at you, tears streaming down your face. You sit on the edge of your bed crying as you wipe the tears away.

"I love you Toya. I love you so much and it broke my heart knowing you're in love with someone else" you said, crying harder into your hands as you rest your elbows on your knees.

He took a deep breath, his heart breaking at seeing you cry. Komori silently approaches you, kneeling in front of you and pulling your hands away from your crying eyes.

"Don’t look at me I look-"

"I love you too" he says, your eyes widening at his words.

"What-"

"YN you were the girl I was talking about during that interview" he said sighing as he held your wrists, down, your gorgeous eyes staring into his. "I- I thought if I admitted it on live television that it would give me the courage to do more, to actually confess" he said laughing "I guess it had the opposite affect huh." He said as you pulled up his chin.

"You're such an idiot" you said, your lips coming down to meet his. Your mouths moved effortlessly against one another as you licked his lower lip, his mouth opening and allowing your entrance. You snaked your tongue inside as you found his, massaging it as you felt him moan into your mouth. His hands going to your thighs as your wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. You broke the kiss, touching his forehead with yours.

"You really love me?" you said, knowing the truth but still loving the words.

"Pretty girl, I love you so much. You're it for me" he said, slamming his lips on yours again as he move his body up onto the bad, crawling on top of you as you worked to remove his jacket.

His hands caressing you bare thigh as he laid beside you, hooking your leg over his, lips still meeting in a heated kiss. You tugged at his shirt as he pulled away, ripping the material over his body. His hands going under your shirt, the touch of his hand on your bare stomach making you seize up in pleasure as he tugged the shirt over your head.

"Fucking spectacular" he said, studying your naked chest as he kissed you again, pulling your body flesh against his, your tits molding into his body.

"Toya-" you breathed, moaning his name as he worked his way down your stomach. He kissed your breasts, licking your nipples and sucking lightly, watching you squirm beneath him.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for this baby" he said kissing your belly and down to your panty line. You moaned as you felt his fingers remove the lace from your clothed pussy, leaving you bare in front of him. He stood up, looking down at your sweet form, all laid out for him to see.

"Don’t stare like that" you said blushing as he smirked, moving to kneel between your legs as you went up on your elbows.

"What? Can't I stare at my girlfriends pretty pussy? Maybe you want me to do more? Tell me baby, tell me what you want" he said gently kissing your inner thighs. You moaned again, head falling back at the sensitive feeling of his lips on your skin.

"Fuck Toya- please" you said , biting your lower lip as he kissed his way up to your pussy.

"Please what angel?" He said smirking again, a devilish look on his face.

"Please eat my pussy" you cried out as he dove in, sucking and licking at your sensitive clit. The sensation felt incredible as you basked in the feeling of serenity.

"Toya- live, God that feels so good. Please more" you cried as he added two fingers into your hole, his tongue never leaving your clit as he sucked and licked you closer to your release.

"Fuck FUCK OH GOD-" you cried out as your organs slammed hard into you, liquid leaking out onto your bed as you brought your arm to rest over your eyes, breathing hard to catch your breath.

"Fucking hell angel" Toya said as he stood up. You sat up, standing in front of him as you kissed him, your juices tasting emaculate on his tongue. You kissed his neck and chest as you made your way to your knees, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

"Baby you dont-" he started to say before you released his thick cock, grabbing it and slowly beginning to stroke.

"I want to" you said in return before playing small locks on the tip of his cock. His breath hitched, head rolling back as he grabbed your hair and held on. You took him into your mouth, sucking and slurping your way down his cock as he moaned your name on repeat.

"Fuck YN-" he groaned as you continued to suck and lick. He pulled you off his cock, lifting you up to kiss you. You pulled away, crawling on the bed as you shook your ass in his direction. He stroked his cock at the sight of your gorgeous form. You looked over your shoulder, eyes inviting him to come and fuck you. He come on the bed, arm going under you before he flipped you onto your back and looked at you.

"The first time I'm making love to you, I want to look you in the eyes. I want to look how beautiful you look on my cock angel" he said before kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his biceps as you felt his cock probe your wet entrance.

You felt him slowly push in, your body stiffening at his thickness as your mouth went slack. His eyes watched you as yours rolled back into your head at the delicious stretch.

"Fuck" he groaned out, still pushing into you, looking down between you to see how far he was in.

"So tight baby- fuck so perfect" he said as you moaned again. Once he was fully inside, he looked into your eyes "I love you so much YN" he said as you smiled back.

"I love you too Toya" you said as he kissed you deeply, pulling his cock back and pushing in deep, causing you're mouth to fall slack. He slowly picked up the pace, not going too fast or too slow but allowing for you both to feel incredible pleasure.

"I'm close love" you said as you felt your orgasm creeping closer.

"Me too" he groaned feeling your pussy clench around his rock hard cock.

He kissed you harder, his pace quickening and his rhythm changing as he broke from your mouth, moaning.

His head went to your neck as you felt your orgasm crest, your pussy clamping down on his cock as he groaned loudly.

"Fuck I love you I love you so much" he said, stilling deep inside you as you felt his cock pulse, his hips pushing into yours as your nails dug into his biceps. "I love you Toya" you cried out, riding your orgasm out together.

You both heaved, trying to catch your breath as he kissed your shoulder, his face coming to rest in the crook of your neck. You rubbed his back as he slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours.

"Was our first-time makeup sex?" He said as you laughed out loud, a huge smile crossing his face and a laugh coming out.

"Well, I mean, it was technically our first fight." You say shrugging below him.

"I mean, it was more of a misunderstanding" he corrected as you looked at him.

"I can't believe you actually thought I was keeping a secret from you" he said.

"Well, I mean you were technically but it was a good secret" you said kissing his lightly.

"Yeah it was" he said, rolling off of you and hauling you into him.

"It would seem we have some things to talk about" he said.

"Yeah we do but it's all good things" you said snuggling close.

"I love you so much YN" he said kissing your forehead.

"I love you too Motoya"

You cheer louder as Motoya makes an incredible receive, helping the team to score the final point to win the match. As the team thanks their fans, you cheer and scream as he watches you, smiling up at you as you smile and wave back.

After the game, you run down to the court, awaiting the team. You notice the usual fan girls gathering, many of them glaring at you but you pay no mind to them.

When he sees you, he immediately dodges everyone, walking up to you and kissing you as cameras flickers and people bustle around you.

"Komori Komori" an interviewer yells "tell us, what keeps you going?"

Komori smiles and looks down at you ad you look back, placing your diamond clad hand on his chest.

"My wife AND best friend.”

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Songbird

Single mom! reader x Peter

Part 4

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Hi all! So, there is a lot in this part! Lol! I hope you all are enjoying this! I didn't realize that I enjoyed writing this much! It has became my way to de-stress in the evenings. Anyway, let me know if you were to be on the tag list! -K

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

“ Holy shit, Pete. What the hell happened?”

“ umm... I uhh...I was mugged. You should see the other guy.” Peter tried to laugh but winced in pain. Peter though to himself multi-verse travel and injuries were not a good combination.

“ I'm coming in. We have to get you cleaned up. Check out the damage and see where to go from there. Why did you come home? Why didn't you go to a hospital? Where have you been for three days?” You spoke so fast, not leaving any time for Peter to respond to questions.

“ I’m fine. It’s just a few scratches. I have been at….” Peter began to lose his balance, only being caught by the door in front of him. His pain kept getting worse. He got bagged up worst than he thought.

“ Just a scratch my ass. Peter Parker, do not make me is my mom voice.”

“ Fine, Fine. Come in” Peter didn’t want to let her in as much as he needed help. This was a way too close to Spider-Man. But Pete knew his bird, and he knew he would not win this battle.

Peter opens the door wider, finally revealing his entire body. He was wearing just grey sweatpants. Damn. You knew Peter was hot, but… Fuck …“ focus y/n” catching yourself starring. You swear you heard Peter laugh at you. Thank the heavens that you just had first aid training at work. First, you need to assess the situation. There was scratching and bruising everywhere. As you looked over his injuries, your eyes found a deep cut on his left side that was severely bleeding.

“ Pete, what the hell happened? “ you try to steady your voice. You were freaking out on the inside, but you didn't want Peter to know.

Peter honestly didn’t remember what part of the battle he was injured. He felt fine until she returned home, so he wasn’t completely lying to you. Wincing as he turned to go to his living room, “ I told you…. I was mugged. I .. uh... I didn’t realize I was hurt until I got home…I …was stupid and fought back. … uh ouch... I’m ok, really. I .. umm … I was at May’s place all weekend… She needed … shit …” Peter bumped into the other side table. Peter thought aloud, “ Tomorrow morning, remind me … I'm getting rid of all the… fucking side tables ….”

All you could do was nod. This was bad. Peter looked like he had been at war. You watched as Peter made his way across the room, grimacing in pain. You were frozen.

“I was … ah… on my way from her place when it happened. I know I should have called this weekend; I… ssss... I’m sorry, bird …. “ He finally made his way over and slowly laid down on his couch “where Maisie is? You should go home to her; I can take care….”

Finally, snapping out of your panic, “Maze is with Eliza, so you are stuck with me. Let me go get my shoes, and we will go to the hospital.” As much as you hated hospitals, you knew that that was where Peter needed to be.

Peter quickly responded, “ No hospitals.”

“Peter, you are hurt pretty bad. That cut needs stitches. And … I... I can’t do that. I mean, my sewing is ok for costumes but not for humans. And … umm … you are losing a lot of blood..”

He cut you off .“ I’m not going to the hospital.” His tone was not harsh but almost annoyed.

“ Peter, you are hurt. You need help. Help that I don’t think I can give you. You need to get checked out. You are not a superhuman. You have to take care of yourself. “

He didn’t say anything. Peter couldn’t go to the hospital. He would have to explain what happened. He couldn’t do that, and even if he did, no one would believe him. A be honest, these were not the worst injuries he just slept off.

“ Fine! If you won’t listen to me, maybe you with listen to May! I’m calling her. Where is your phone? I’m not going to let you bleed ou….”

Peter snapped and raised his voice at you “ No, Y/N! Don’t call May. I’m not going. That’s final.”

Peter saw how shocked you were at how he responded to you trying to help him. He didn’t mean to lose his temper. He was in pain, and you were like a dog with a bone. You were not going to give up. Peter took your hands and sighed. “Birdie… if I go, I will have to contact the police, and then it’s a whole ordeal…. And I’m not too fond of hospitals. It’s not as bad as it looks. I’m not going, ok? “

You took a minute to respond. You had never heard Peter like that. It shocked you.

“Ok. Fine ….Where is your first aid kit?” You were mad, but you wouldn’t let Peter sit and bleed out. Peter told you where the first aid kit was, and you began to work. Peter was quiet and kept his head down for a long time. He knew that he was upsetting you. He felt awful. He was scared. He is still trying to process everything that happened in the past three days.

Finally, a tiny whisper came from Peter, “ I'm sorry, my bird. I'm... It's just...” Peter's feelings about everything that had happened bubbled up to the surface, and he began to cry.

Any anger you had was washed away as soon as you heard the break in his voice. Raising your hand to wipe his tears, you let go of a breath, “ Petey, it’s ok. Look at me, I’m not mad. You just startled me. It's ok.” He was crying harder. He wouldn’t look at you. Taking your hands, you cupped his cheeks so gently, raising his face where his eyes met yours. “Peter, it's ok. You had a traumatic event tonight. Your emotions are valid. Just .. I’m here , ok? I’m not going anywhere .” you finally wiggled yourself onto the couch and placed his head on your lap.

Sitting there running your fingers through his hair, you listen to him cry. There was so much pain in his cry. Peter Parker had been through some shit, you could tell. You sat there for a long and before beginning to hum a tune you had been listening to lately—Songbird by Fleetwood Mac. You begin to sing the softly in the hopes it would soothe Peter

“For you, there'll be no more crying

For you, the sun will be shining

And I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

To you, I'll give the world

To you, I'll never be cold

Because I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

And I wish you all the love in the world

But most of all, I wish it from myself

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before, like never before,

Like never before.”

While you were singing, Peter slowly calmed down. And after the song was over, You sat there for a while just running your fingers through his hair. Lost in your thoughts, you almost did hear Peter.

“ That song... Fleetwood Mac? “ Peter began to sit up, and you helped him.

“ Yeah, it is. It’s one of my favorites.“ you laughed.

“It’s called Songbird. I ... It reminds me of you... Umm, of your nickname for me. I have been listening to it a lot lately.”

Songbird. The lyrics said everything. He simply smiled and pulled you in for a hug. Peter One was right; his Songbird was pretty great. He was not going to let you fly away. When Peter finally let go, you got up and started working on his injuries again. You helped him lay back on the couch and closed his eyes. He winched even now and then.

While cleaning up Peter’s injuries, you noticed some scares. You wonder what happened. Something just didn’t add up. You once jokingly said, “Peter Parker, you are a man of many secrets,” but maybe you were on to something. You were cleaning his last wound when you noticed he fell asleep. He must have been exhausted, or in so much pain he passed out. Fine my ass, you thought. Peter Parker was going to get a piece of your mind tomorrow morning. But for now, You tidied up the area and found a place to rest. Not that you were going to sleep. You curled up in the chair across from the couch, perfect view of Peter, and began a long night.

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You were up all night almost. You were worried about Peter. You were worrying about Maisie since she wasn’t with you. It wasn’t until you smelled fresh coffee brewing that you fell asleep. Waking up in a different place than you remember being was unexpected. A bedroom. Peter’s bedroom. You had never been in his room before. The sheets smelled like him. Wondering how You got here, You sat up and looked around, taking in the space. You saw photos everywhere—photos of the sunset, skyline, Spider-Man, friends, and family. You saw the picture of the three of you ( You, him , and Maisie from the zoo ) , you smiled. The room suited Peter. Looking around you spotted a couple of photos of Peter and girl. Peter was very young in the photos. You wondered who she was. From the looks of the photos , he was head over heels for this girl. She was beautiful. You knew a lot about Peter , but there was still more to learn. Making your way into the living room, Peter greeted you with a smile.

“ Well, your up early . How are you feeling ?”You said with a smile

“ What can I say? You are a medical genius?“ Peter laughed. You rolled your eyes “ I have always been a fast healer. I was up on my feet the same day I had my appendix out skateboarding.”

“ I don’t believe you, but ok. I’m pretty sure you passed out in pain last night. There is no way you are feeling this good! “

“ Look at me; I am good a new! But seriously, thank you for checking on me. I was in pretty bad shape last night.”

“Anytime, Peter. That’s what friends are for, but the next time we will get you checked out. No if ,ands ,or buts!! You matter to much Peter Parker ! What if I hadn’t come, huh? What would have happened? Did you think about that? You could have bleed out! Or passed out and hit your head or I don’t even kn ..”

“Ok , ok.” Peter would have taken care of himself like he always does, but it was nice to have a helpful hand. He walked over and hugged you. You melted in to his hug and stayed there for a while taking in the moment.

Finally , pulling away, “I do have a question for you, how did I end up in your bed? I was in the living room when I went to sleep…”

“ Oh, uh, I uh woke up in the middle of the night… well, what was left of the night. And I uhh I found you sleeping. You looked uncomfortable in that chair. So, I carried you into my room.”

“Peter! You are fucking injured ! What the hell were you thinking?”

“ I was thinking that you need rest, and you were not going to get good rest in that chair.”

He had a valid point. Sighing “ Thank you, Peter.”

“No, thank you, y/n.”

Peter poured two cups of coffee. He hands one to you. This was a nice way to begin the morning, being with Peter made you smile ( even if he made you want to pull your hair out sometimes).

“ So… what are your plans for the day ?” Peter asked

“ well, its Wednesday… so work. I should actually start getting ready.”The smile that enters has disappeared.

“ yeah , I guess that would make sense. I’m definitely not going in today.” You didn’t want to leave Peter . He seemed better than last night, but you could tell he was still a little worked up .

“ I mean I could stay home today. It’s not like I don’t …” you were cut off by your phone ringing.

“ sorry, it Eliza.” You said as you answered .

“Hey, Eliza! How is Maisie? Did you drop her off at…. what? “ all the color drained from your face. “What the fuck do you mean Maisie is ok but she is at the hospital?!” You ran to the door exiting Peter’s apartment.

Not even telling him where you were going or what happened. Peter didn't have any time to process what was going on.

...

With only slippers on your feet and PJs on your body, somehow the 40-minute walk to the hospital only took 15 minutes... You made your way to the nurses' station.

“ My baby is here. She is with my sister and.. May?” you had forgotten she worked here. It was so lovely to see a familiar face.

“ Hello dear , Maisie is in that room right over there. She has been very brave, mama.”

May walked you over to Maisie’s room . You looked through the window to see little Maisie on the big bed. She had a cast on her little right arm and stitches above her right eye. You were starting to tear up , you were about to loose it.

“ Y/N” May place her hand in your shoulder.

“ I know , that is your baby. Its hard to see them in pain. I remember when Peter was little around first grade he needed stitches for his knee. He fell off if his skateboard. I was a mess, and this is my job. “. May pulled you in for a hug.

“ just take a second for yourself . I know it’s hard .”

Letting go you gathered yourself, “ thank you May.”

“ Go see your baby. She has asked for you.”

Taking a deep breath you walked in to the room .

“ mama “

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Mama is here now.” Hugging her tightly.

“Mama ouch “

“I know, baby. I know. “

Maisie whimpered as you picked her up. You held her for over an hour. Just rocking, soothing, and singing to her as she rested. The doctor came in explaining everything. Letting you know that they wanted to keep Maisie to observe her for a while.

The room was tense. Eliza finally spoke up “ y/n, I’m so …”

“Save it. Just explain to me how the hell this even happened.” Snapping at Eliza.

Taking a deep breath, Eliza started to speak, “ Maisie and I were having a good time. I don’t have work today, so I decided to keep her home. We were about to watch a movie, so I set her down for a minute on the couch. It was only a minute. I went to grab us some yogurt for breakfast, and I heard a crash. She had got off the couch and had pulled the side table down on top of her. I … I … I’m so sorry, y/n. I would never do anything to hurt her. You know that. I … I was so tired. “ Eliza was crying so hard that you could barely understand her. “We didn’t sleep. She was super fussy, but I want to make sure you had a restful night. I know I scared the shit out of you. She cried and asked for you, and I called you as soon as possible. We headed here, and I called you when we got here … “ Eliza gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth. She realized what hospital she had taken Maisie to.

“I’m so sorry. I … I I … I …” Eliza broke down. She couldn’t breathe. She was crying so hard.

Talk a moment to gather your thoughts. You were brought back to that day. Taking your fear and frustration out on Eliza was not the best plan, so you took another deep breath .“Look at me; I’m ok. Maisie will be ok because you did the right thing. She is ok; accidents happen. And this is the closest hospital. I know... I freaked out. This place holds some terrible memories, but you did the right thing. “

Eliza was still visibly upset.

Taking a breath, “Eliza, you didn’t hurt Maze. She was curious. She is little, and things happen. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was scared. I know you are too. It reminded me of the phone call, and then you said what hospital … Just …Hey, come here” you patted the bed next to you and Maze. Maisie had fallen asleep in your arms. Eliza got in the bed, laying her head on your shoulder. “ We still love Auntie Liza! Maybe next, we have a sleepover at my place that's toddler-proofed. Huh? “

Eliza chuckled. “ Yeah, sounds like a plan.” Embracing for a while. Eliza pulls away. “By the way, How was your night?”

“It was ok. I slept for a while and then I woke up to a crash from Peter’s … Oh, shit! Peter!” Sit up carefully to not wake Maisie to get your phone from your pocket. You had 9 messages for Peter. “Shit!Shit”