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mcu-coworkers · 10 months

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You?

Summary: What you thought was your love story ended up being one cruel summer.

Word Count: 1k+

warnings: None really other than angry Miguel :I

A/n: amidst writing a part 3 for another story I got inspired by doctor strange and gave it a bit of a twist. Hope you guys like it!xx

Parts: One^ Two three Four

You had never seen Miguel so angry before.

Sure he was always short with everyone and never smiled other than to laugh at someone.

But when he did laugh, even if it was at someone, your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

There were days when he’d call you into his office and ask you to update him on the spiders and the sectors they were handling and sometimes, if he was in a good enough mood, he’d ask about you.

Despite the mood swings, and his constant frown you wanted nothing more than to stand by his side and be there for all of it.

Peter B. though you were crazy for having feelings towards the coldest spider in the spider society but all things considered, he was probably right.

Only a crazy person would fall head over heels for someone who gave no sign of reciprocating feelings.

You had hope you’d get through one day.

That day definitely was not today.

You’d been caught up on a mission for the past couple of hours so you never responded to any of the comms. When you arrived back at HQ you were horrified by the mess.

You tried to ring Miguel but no luck, then you tried Jess, Ben, Gwen, shit, even Hobbie and still nothing.

Finally you were about to try Peter B. when he popped up behind you.

“You’re not gonna reach them, and honestly, I don’t think you want to.” he said as he held a very active May Day in his arms.

“What happened here?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper.

“ I ‘d tell you but maybe it's better if you just watch.” he said, pulling up all the camera footage.

And holy shit.

Suddenly you felt a lot worse about ignoring those comms from Miguel.

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath.

“Yeah, listen I should get going. Miguel will be back soon and I ‘m the last person he’ll want to see.” he said, opening a portal.

“Bye Pete, take care of yourself okay?” You said with a soft smile as he slowly disappeared into the portal.

Looking back at the paused footage you didn't know what to think.

You understood Miles, but you also understood Miguel.

But still, seeing the way he handled this and how out of hand he got made chills run down your spine.

You didn’t even want to think what would’ve happened had he gotten through the shield of the go home machine.

Lost in thought you never heard Miguel enter the room.

“Where the hell have you been?” you heard him yell as he walked up to you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the sound of his tone.

“On a mission you know that Miguel” you said trying to not anger him further.

“ I called you to come back, so where the fuck were you.” he wasnt letting up.

“Miguel I got the guy I -” you tried but he cut you off.

“When I say come back that means come back am I fucking clear?” he said, looking down at you.

You’d never felt so intimidated by him before, not even on the first day after being recruited.

“Yes sir.” was all you could manage to say.

Finally he stepped back and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

“Lyla pull up the records of the go home machine and tell me where it sent him.” He said turning his back to you.

You could hear the distress in his voice so you thought of a way to help.

Walking up to him with caution you put a hand on his shoulder, “Miguel, Maybe you need to take a step back let someone else handle it.” you suggested.

“Yeah? Who?You? Thats a fucking joke. You could barely handle a stupid villain, you’ll never catch this kid.” he snarled, shrugging your arm off.

Taken back by his statement you felt a heavy weight on your chest.

“Miguel-” you tried but again you were cut off.

“What are you gonna say some inspirational shit? Tell me you're here to help?hm?” he asked, turning back to you.

“Yes, Miguel, I am here for you, always. But this, this is mania. Some things can't be fixed by yourself. ” You said the weight on your chest felt heavier.

When he stayed quiet you took it as a sign to keep going.

“Maybe this is a sign to consider stopping, look at how much of a toll this is taking on you.” you urged the man was grasping for straws at this point if they didn't find Miles he’d be lost.

“This is my life's work, there is no me without the multiverse.” he exclaimed, turning away from you.

“There are so many things that give your life meaning, that could give your life meaning.” you suggested, realizing what that last part sounded like you felt your face heat up.

Shit.

He stopped his pacing and turned to you, “Like what? You?”

Suddenly you felt your world come crashing down. You had nothing left to lose.

“Yeah. Me.” you said barely above a whisper.

“You care so much don’t you? You think I want your pity? That I need you?”he said aggressively.

“ I have never pitied you.”you snapped back.

“Good, because I don't need it. And I don't need you.” and with that he turned back around leaning on his desk.

You had nothing left for him. Or the spider society.

“Goodbye, Miguel.” was all you said before you walked out of the room and opened the portal to go home, for good.

“That was a bit rough for someone you like, don't you think?” Lyla asked, watching Miguel as he looked over to the door you walked out of.

He decided to focus on one thing at a time, Miles now you later.

He knew you’d come back and when you did, he’d fix it.

If there was something he could fix in this fucked up world it was the mistakes he made with you.

“The files Lyla.” he said changing the subject.

Sighing, Lyla gave him what he wanted and left.

She didn't have the heart to tell him that you left your watch and your suit at HQ.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spider-man 2099 #spiderman #across the spiderverse

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uroboros-if · 6 months

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i am actually so insane abt this if holy shit like holy SHIT????? it's rare that an if pulls me in so immediately as my personal preference is to go for completed ones (free so i am missing out on some itch and several cog ones lmao) if not long wips but every single aspect of this if is lovely and the sum is even greater than that somehow

the whole premise and wordbuilding is sublime and the fact that we are a 'useless' god is amazing love proving the inherent worth of just existing and that any kindnesses are all the more valuable because it's for you as you not for what u can do but i digress

such charming lovely well rounded characters and augh i can smell the angst and pain (i love it) and the gods v mortals conflict.................... also ur writing style is so flowy and like. elegant?? idk it's pleasing to read and rlly fits the tone of it!!!

not to mention the variability and just much more complex relationships/choices? i don't mind stat checking mainly cuz i haven't happened upon particularly egregious uses of it but i love this approach - reminds me of atoc!! and ur ui is amazing............. just GORGEOUS and works smoothly!!!!!! the tutorial esque bits are incorporated well too so it's def great for anyone who's first foray into ifs is uroboros!!!!

oke bye take care <3

!!! I cannot tell you how absolutely honored I am to hear that you gave this IF a chance, even if you usually go for completed works. 🥹 I am in the same boat where I only submit myself to waiting on WIPs if they particularly captivate me!

I'm ecstatic you loved the setting, themes, characters and style of the IF! It's a little different from other IFs, not necessarily better or worse, but it can be a little unfamiliar navigating such a writing style, so I'm grateful it isn't so annoying to read and it came across properly to at least some, haha. 🥹❤️

Similarly, I'm also so happy you enjoyed the non-story aspects of it, such as the UI and variability! The variability is overwhelmingly the most difficult part of writing Uroboros, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. I wasn't sure if anyone would care much about it, and it's so exciting that some do! I have to start skipping them and revisiting them later, however, as I end up drowning myself writing all the different choices. 😭 I'm also super proud of incorporating the tutorial bits!! I don't like throwing it all in one go.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write your thoughts. It still blows my mind for people to write at length about it, let alone share their thoughts at all. This truly means the world to me. Thank you again, dumplingcatho!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#uroboros-if #uroboros #asks #dumplingcatho #mistytalks #compliments

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simlit · 8 months

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OH MY GOD. I just spent the last ~2-3 hours binge-reading Chosen of the Sun from the beginning, and HOLY SHIT. I'm so attached to each and everyone one of them. This is definitely now in my top 3 simblr stories, holy shit. I can't believe I hadn't read it before because fantasy on simblr is literally my niche….. Ugh, I can't wait to see what happens next. I have hope that after Ase's talk with Sarayn that maybe he will see some sense and agree to help Taiyo and Tayuin, but we shall see how everyone else votes....

Sorry for the long rambling ask, but holy shit I am officially OBSESSED. I apologize in advance for all future fangirling that will be happening in the comments and tags of this story. This is literally everything I've ever wanted!! Political intrigue/mystery with the history of the Trials, all the interpersonal relationship drama going on, a side of slow-burn romance... What more could a woman ask for???

(I will say that although I adore literally every character, Ase and Eira's friendship brings me so much joy. My initial favorite was Aster, based on his intro post alone. Tayuin has grown on me a LOT, and Sarayn intrigues me. God, I really just love them all so much.)

Okay, I swear that's the end of this. Bye!! I hope you have an amazing day, and thank you for feeding me with this INCREDIBLE story.

where does my socially inept ass start with this reply... firstly, apologizing lmao, and secondly thanking you immensely from the bottom of my lil black heart for taking the time out of your day to read my silly sims story. it will never not be a shock that people can find and engage with my stuff so enthusiastically, but if there's anything I've posted here worth getting invested in, it's certainly CotS LOL. I absolutely appreciate you falling in love with these characters, as I have done myself over the course of posting. and I'll endlessly praise the ten amazing people who contributed their sims to this bachelor challenge ~idea~ and unleashed chaos upon my blog xD

this ask was an absolute trip and treat to read, and as much as I love hoarding nice asks, I had to post this right away so that each of these character's mommies can share in the good vibes. thank you SO much again for reading and getting invested, and to leave this wonderful message in my inbox (and nearly giving me a heart attack but it was the best kind, I promise). I hope you will continue to enjoy the rest of this journey with us. glad to have you on board and hope you'll cast your votes into the hellfire ring and join said chaos. thank you, thank you! ♥

also is this the vote that finally turns sarayn around? we here of little faith salute you

#jade babbles #cots fanmail #is this tag still relevant lmao #it's been a hot minute usually I only get memes #im awful at taking compliments #cots is easy cuz I can just deflect blame onto everybody else #yeah jana how dare you make aster so good #ase and eira being the bromance we all need do be facts

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luccfher · 2 years

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"But I'm a boy..." Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Male!reader | pt. 1

N/A: First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your support of the story. 😭♡

+ If you liked the first part and this one, it would help me a lot to like or reblog (and follow me too 🧍). Anyway, bye bye! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I think most of you already know BUT, cis women or fetishists please don't read.

Summary: after the misunderstanding between you and Eddie, you decide to fix things to at least remain good friends or may something else? we don't know, everything can be possible.

Warnings: explicit language, offensive words for some people, harassment?, etc.

If you are a minor (under 16) please read this at your own risk.

Before reading, I want to say that in some parts there are very sensitive topics and very detailed words. Also to say that not everything will be about Eddie and the "problem". I would like the reader to have more characterization and be more "real". I hope you can understand it, if you don't like this idea, you are totally free to stop reading it.

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It's been a week since you and Eddie last saw each other, it's weird since you even dropped out of The Hellfire but you're still wearing the t-shirt he gave you. Your stomach turned every time you saw him in the cafeteria and more because he was always looking for a way to talk to you or even hold your hand, any contact with you was enough to keep him calm.

You don't want to give so much importance to what his actions did, so you always gave him the same lifeless and ironic smile, since that day of the "big" fight between the two of you, you began to sitting in the "rejected" area, it was weird to feel the eyes of the whole group on you and of course, you were wearing a shirt that they consider "sacred". As expected, the few who were at the table ended up leaving. "Holy Shit" you thought. You closed your eyes and sighed, it was difficult to widen your social circle since you were only limited to the club and the couple of idiots who would pick you up after class (Robin and Steve). You took a walkman out of your pocket and put on a Queen record, you wanted to silence your surroundings and just dedicate yourself to eating.

— "Hey man! how long."

— "I know y-"

"Shit, shit, shit" was the only thing you thought when you could recognize his voice, your whole body froze and you even stopped the music. What more did he want from you? or maybe... Did he hear about my failed confess to Eddie? Whatever it was, you only noticed how he sat down next to you, handing you a small piece of paper which was for a sign-up form for his stupid basketball team.

— "look my little fagot, we need one more member to be able to reach the final and unfortunately the only person I know who is "good" at playing is you."

— "tell me it's a joke, you know perfectly well that I haven't played for years. Besides, I'm not interested in being part of your "team", if you consider a couple of gorillas as basketball partners."

One of his hands was about to be put on your hair and be able to pull it, thank goodness one of the "bouncers", Jason, was the fastest to intervene in the conversation. You hated that they always wanted to try to "change your mind", they thought they could save you from the "cult" and now more than ever they would take advantage of you not hanging out with them anymore. After about 10 minutes of fighting over whether or not to join, you got up from that table and went somewhere else that was away from Eddie and your ex. You restarted the music "i want to break free" by Queen, All the way from the cafeteria to your next class you were thinking about how to give Eddie's shirt back. maybe leaving it in his locker? after all you knew his password. For the next 3 hours you were being teased in every class you had to share with Munson, he constantly throwing you little notes that said "I miss you man" "talk to me please!!!" "Did you understand him? I didn't" "the club misses you" "we need our Kas back".

— "Edward Munson, stop already!"

— "(Y/N)! Do you want to share something with the class?"

You turned to look at the teacher, shaking your hands and head in a "no" way, my god, your cheeks were so red with embarrassment.

— "Then stop talking to young Munson and pay attention to my class. Do you want to repeat the year just like him?"

— "I...no. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

At the end of the school day, you were the first person to leave the classroom as quickly as possible, or that was your intention until someone took your arm, when you turned around, your surprise was that it was Chrissy.

What would she want from you?

your body tensed when you saw how the rest of the class came out from the room, you took the girl by the hand and ran with her towards the forest, when you saw the wooden bench you let out a great sighg.

— "What was all that?"

you heard Chrissy's little laugh and with a certain mocking tone.

— "Huh? Oh.. Uhm, let's say I have some "problems" with Eddie."

— "oh.. again? And now what did you guys fight about?"

— "Well... it's a somewhat complex issue-"

— "C'mon! I wasn't born yesterday, (Y/N)."

After a long, long, looong talk with Chrissy, she began to understand everything and there were even times when she really needed your help to continue the conversation. You knew that for her part there would be no risk of her telling someone about this, she was the first girl you spoke to as soon as you entered here and it was the same girl who helped you with the tour. Time went by so fast because both of them started talking about the past and as they were before, you really missed talking to this girl, her voice and expressions were so calm that even you could fall asleep listening to her speak.

You both came out of the forest laughing and playing little jokes with each other. For the first time in the week you feel good, you forgot about all the first world problems. When you said "bye!" to her you went to the parking lot to get your bike, you were about to leave when you felt someone yank on your shirt to which you obviously fell to the ground. "Now what the fuck did he want?" you said to yourself before feeling a big hit in the stomach.

Not again.. you didn't want to take any more hits from him, you'd had enough during that relationship. you tried to get into position to avoid further damage, that boy tried to pick you up and put you against some car. He did it, he fucking did it. You were scared, you were alone with that guy, there weren't many people outside and less where were you two. Before you could even catch your breath, you received several blows to your face. Why? now why? since you broke up they never had contact again. You kept begging him to stop, you just wanted to get home and maybe sleep, but he didn't stop until he heard a car alarm.

— "I get to see you're with Chrissy Cunningham again and you're dead, motherfucker. Stop pretending to be something you're not, you'll always be a dick-sucking fagot."

— "I wasn't doing anything wrong! She and I are just friends."

— "Whatever you say, slut. You are warned."

You took your bike the moment he left, you couldn't stop crying and with all reason, that damned thing had made you mush without any need. When you got home the first thing you did was lock all the doors and you never turned on the light; you were afraid that he would come to your house. You contacted Steve to see if he could let you sleep a few days at his house, you didn't want to tell him anything until you were sure everything went well.

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— "I swear I'll kill that son of bitch, how dare he do this to you?"

— "Steve, Calm down, everything is over, for now I must concentrate on something else. For example, I don't know how to give the shirt to Eddie.. or fix things with him."

— "look, I don't know anything about how to fix things in a situation like this, but from what I know to do with girls... it would be best if they talk in a quiet place and where those cavemen are not."

— "Sure... but how do I do that without the club looking at me strangely?"

— "you can tell dustin if he can help you, unless you have another id-.. Now you're the one ignoring me?! I know what you felt then."

— "Shut up!"

You jumped out of bed and downstairs to get to his home phone, you knew how desperate Eddie was to have some contact with you again. You started pressing numbers until you found the number of the trailer, luckily Wayne was still there, They had a little chat until you deigned to ask about Munson, Wayne yelled at him from the other line.

— "EDWARD, YOUR FRIEND IS CALLING!"

— "COMING!"

You laughed a little when you heard the screams.

As soon as wayn said, Eddie was already asking who the hell had marked him knowing that by now he was "practicing" on his guitar.

— "Ouh.. So I'd better hang up?"

— "(Y/N)! no no no no, It's not necessary, red, I was already bored. Anyway... what did you want to tell me?"

— "Ah? Oh, well... I was wondering if we could meet at the lovers lake? I would like to give you a better explanation and-"

— "See you in 10 minutes."

— "Hi?.. Hello?.. oh, he hang up."

After the brief and strange call, you asked Steve if he could take you there, to which he gladly agreed, but not before giving you the father lecture.

— "If he do anything to you, you'd better tell me and I'll make sure that freaky never speaks to you again."

— "Jesus, you act like my dad."

during the course of his house to the lake, you and he had a more in-depth conversation about what it is "to be gay". Mostly the talk was focused on the existential doubts that he had, you liked knowing that your best friend tried to understand beyond the stereotype that they had at that time about the people of the community. Steve wanted to ease the tension a bit with music from the radio, you were tapping gently your thighs to the rhythm of the music that was playing, you also did that to calm your nerves. You felt a foreign hand that caressed the palm of your hand as a way to reassure you. You don't know how to thank him and Robin so much for being such great friends with you, they even seem like brothers because of the relationship you have.

when they arrived he walked you to a certain point and messed up your hair a bit in the form of consolation, you knew everything would be fine but a "what if.." It kept going around your head, adding to the bruises you had on your face and body from the beating your ex had given you. just like that day, you took guts and courage and went to the meeting point. You saw him, he had his hands behind his back and he was spinning around a lot.

— "Hey... I know I owe you an apology f-"

— "(Y/N) sorry, I know you're probably hating me for what I told you at the time, but the truth is that I didn't know what to say or do, I don't want to victimize myself with that either. My plan was to be able to stop you and try to tell you something, but she came and-"

— "Don't worry, I understand that she went so they could fix their relationship, you shouldn't be stressed about that. I just wanted to tell you that yes, I like you and I'm in love with you, but obviously this is not something mutual or that's what I think.. THE POINT IS, I'm sorry for I for yelled at you and left you there for no reason. At least I would like us to be friends ag-... hey, hey hey, what are you doing?"

Eddie's hands were gentle positioned on your waist, causing both bodies and faces to be inches from each other. One of those hands went up to the height of your face and took one of the pieces of your hair and placed it behind your ear.

— "I think the one who doesn't understand now is you. I'm bi, (Y/N). And the fact that you pathetically proposed made the slight attraction I felt for you increase a little more."

— "oh... okay, wow..ah this is new."

You needed, longed, wanted me to kiss you or at least do something with you. Unconsciously you put your hands on his arms, caressing and squeezing them lightly. During his chatter you couldn't help but see his lips or his eyes, feel his cigarette breath and his perfume was something you've been imagining many times, but you had to wake up from that dream, what if the same thing as your first failed relationship was repeating itself?

— ".. It hurts?"

— "what?"

— "the bruises."

— "Oh, a little. Only when I touch them a little hard."

You felt Eddie's lips brush over each bruise, being careful that he didn't press so hard that you couldn't complain. You felt in heaven after living through hell hours before.

— "Eddie, I need an explanation about, you know."

— "She and I went out a couple of times, but to tell you the truth I hung out with her because she kind of reminded me of you. The way of laughing, dressing, listening to music and among other things. That's when I realized I was looking for the things I saw in you in a woman. and because? you will be wondering, because of the fear that if i told you what really I felt for you, would you leave me or tell the rest of the club or even someone els-

Eddie's last words were snatched away by a warm but needy kiss from you, after a few seconds of resistance on his part he couldn't hold back either.He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and your hands went behind his neck, you played with his hair slightly a few minutes before it all ended due to lack of air. They both brought their foreheads together and smiled in unison, you didn't want this moment to end, much less him. They stayed like that until Steve started down the small hill littered with leaves and branches. When he saw them very affectionate, he just stood still, it was more than clear that a smile had been drawn on his face from ear to ear, what he most longed for in this world is that his best friend could be happy.

— "I don't need an explanation, just get in the car, and I will leave them in the mall, you little bastards."

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#stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson icons #eddie munson x m!reader #male reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x male!reader

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tigerlilla · 2 years

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the babysitter trap

a mitsuya x reader fic

part 5: impulse (the feeling)

part 5 of 5 /// ch 4 - all chapters

luv u all for reading <3 xox lil

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“what are you smiling about?” emma giggles, spinning around on the stool.

“i’m just having a good day,” you shrug, setting down a cherry coke, an oreo milkshake with extra whipped cream, and a water on the countertop.

“are you sure it has nothing to do with your super hot boyfriend?” emma toys with her straw.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you tilt your head.

“so you think he’s hot?” emma giggles, tapping her nails on her cup.

“who doesn’t?” mikey snorts. you had forgotten he was there.

draken rolls his eyes. “i wish you two would just figure it out. he’s being annoying as hell.” he’d obviously been dragged along by emma.

“i think he’s being cute,” emma sighs. “making you scrunchies, bringing the girls by to see you at work, taking time away from toman; it’s all so thoughtful.”

“i-“ you begin, but the ringing phone interrupts you.

you sigh, tucking your serving tray under your arm. you pick up the phone and put on your customer service voice.

“hi! this is fourth avenue diner, how can i help you?” you talk brightly into the phone, writing down their order. “we’ll have that ready for you in fifteen minutes, alright? mhm, bye.”

you roll your eyes, handing the order back to the kitchen.

“i wish my boyfriend was as sweet as mitsuya,” emma sighs loudly.

draken glares at her.

“i wish you guys would stop making such a big deal out of a few small things that probably meant nothing to him!” you grumble.

“girl,” emma rolls her eyes, “don’t even get me started. that picture luna sent me did not look like nothing. it looked like you two cuddling on his couch.”

you open your mouth, but quickly close it after emma holds up her finger.

“and, luna’s been telling me all about how mitsuya makes you scrunchies that match your diner aprons and how he’s been dragging them here to eat all the time.”

“that’s because the girls are sad they don’t see me as much since he’s off school now,” you protest.

“when he goes back to school, you’re going to be their nanny again, right?” emma asks.

“nanny isn’t the right word, but yes, i guess.”

“mhm, that’s what i thought,” emma purses her lips.

“he pays me. i don’t have to work here as much,” you counter.

“he pays you shit,” draken interjects, pulling out a cigarette.

“thank you,” you sigh, “but you can’t smoke in here.”

“you’re not supposed to be smoking around me anyway,” emma snatches the cigarette from draken’s fingers.

“around you?” you ask. “why not?”

“what?” emma’s voice cracks.

“holy shit,” you gasp. “you’re-“

the bell above the door rings.

“hey,” a familiar voice calls, one that makes your cheeks automatically flush, “i didn’t know you guys were here.”

“‘sup mitsuya,” draken says.

“speak of the devil,” emma smiles. “what are you here for, mitsuya?”

“i thought i’d take y/n home after her shift,” mitsuya replies, his eyes dancing over your body. “the streets of gotham are dangerous for a pretty thing like you.”

you giggle. “ever since the girls and i finished harry potter, they’ve been insisting on superheroes for their bedtime stories. we read batman comics last night,” you explain to the group.

“you’re so weird,” your coworker sighs, walking behind you. “get your cheesy boyfriend out of here. your shift’s basically over anyway, i’ll cover for you.”

“thank you, rose!” you coo, kissing her cheek. “i’ll see you on tuesday, lovely! i took the weekend off.”

“have fun, be safe,” rose winks.

you poke her in the side, smiling before turning to mitsuya. “i just have to go get changed real quick, then i’ll be out.”

“take your time,” mitsuya replies, sliding onto the stool next to mikey.

you hurry into the back, sliding out of your apron. you adjust your dress, fix your hair, apply another layer of chapstick. you’ve noticed you’ve unintentionally started dressing nicer, paying more attention to the way you look. the girls had noticed and questioned you about it. you claimed it was for yourself, you liked to look nice, you liked looking fashionable, but a small part of you wanted mitsuya to notice.

you walked back out into the diner. mitsuya is laughing with draken and mikey. he looks so happy and carefree.

emma spots you and lets out a long whistle.

you laugh, swatting at her.

“you better watch it, mistuya. i might steal your girl if she keeps dressing like that,” emma winks.

“i can fight,” mitsuya says, his eyes never leaving yours.

you blush, walking to mistuya’s side. he immediately takes your bag off your shoulder and puts it onto his.

“are you ready?” mistuya asks, low enough to where only you could hear.

you nod.

“bye, guys,” mitsuya says, a hesitant touch on the small of your back, leading you to the door.

“bye, emma,” you smile. “i’ll text you later tonight, mkay?”

“mhm,” emma hums. “i’m watching you, mitsuya takashi.”

“she’s just like the girls,” mitsuya laughs, holding the door open for you. “they were very doubtful that i could pick you up from work by myself while they’re with hina.”

“aw,” you giggle. “i feel a little betrayed they picked hina over me.”

“no, no! it’s not like that at all. they-“

“takashi, i’m joking with you,” you laugh, bumping your shoulder against him.

he sighs next to you. you walk down the sidewalk together in a comfortable silence.

“so, i was thinking about something today and um…” you pause.

mistuya steps behind you, shifting to the other side of you so he’s closer to the road.

you turn your head, blinking at him.

“sorry, it’s a habit,” mitsuya apologizes.

“no, i’m not upset, i was just surprised. that was so sweet,” you tilt your head at him.

mitsuya blushes.

“ooo, look, a food truck,” you get distracted by the smell of fried food. you grab mitsuya’s pinky, pulling him behind you.

“you hungry?” mistuya asks, happily being pulled along.

“mhm, i’m starving.”

“then i must give the lady what she wants.”

you giggle, pulling at the bag on his shoulder, “i need my wallet.”

he pulls away from you, “nuh uh, i’m paying.”

you pout, “but you’re the starving artist. let me be your sugar mommy.”

mitsuya laughs loudly, “you’re cute, but i’m still paying.”

“whatever,” you bump your hip against his, rolling your eyes.

“sit down and i’ll bring you your food, princess,” mitsuya winks.

you blush, pulling away from him to follow his command. you watch as he orders the food, his hands in his pockets, looking effortlessly cool.

he catches you staring, smiling back at you.

your face heats up again, a small flutter in your chest. you’ve got it bad and you know it. too bad he’s your boss. ugh.

“y/n.” mitsuya says from above you, setting down a basket of food.

“hmm,” you look up, catching mitsuya’s lilac eyes. “sorry, i was thinking.”

“thinkin’ ‘bout what?” he asks, cocking his head at you. “me?” he smirks.

“no,” you giggle, poking his face.

“hey,” he grabs your finger, looking at it, “what’s this?”

you wince, “i burnt myself on the stove.” a small burn sits on your knuckle.

mitsuya frowns, pulling your knuckles up to his lips and kissing your burn gently. “all better?”

you nod, your stomach getting all fluttery again.

“good,” he pushes the basket of fried cheese closer to you.

“tell me about your day,” you say, digging into your food.

“i took the girls over to hina’s after breakfast so i had the whole day to finish my project.”

“your super secret project?” you ask. his projects were usually strung around the living room, but he’d been hiding his most recent sewing piece.

“mhm, i finished it today,” mitsuya nods, smiling at you.

“so you’ll show me now?” your head snaps up, excited.

mistuya sighs dramatically, “i guess. i mean, it is a gift for you.”

“a gift for me?” your eyes widen.

“mhm,” mitsuya gives you his lazy smile.

“another scrunchie?” you tilt your head.

“nope,” mitsuya’s eyes sparkle. “stop guessing and eat your food. it’s a surprise.”

you pout, “i hate surprises.”

“shut up,” mistuya laughs.

you scarf down the rest of your food. “i’m done!” you say with your mouth full.

“you’re too impatient,” mitsuya playfully groans.

“me, impatient? never,” you giggle. you reach for his hand, pulling him up from the park bench. “come onnnn,” you pull on his hand.

mitsuya lets you pull him along, asking you questions about your day and how work was. he tightens his hold on your hand, his warmth slowly seeping into you.

when you finally got to your apartment building, you are practically jumping with excitement. “come on, hurry up!” you whine, pulling him up the stairs.

he groans.

you arrive at his apartment door, hopping from one foot to another.

mitsuya slowly unlocks the door, walking you back to his room where a small box lays on his bed.

“oh my god,” you giggle, looking down at the box he placed in your hands. “i’m really nervous all the sudden.”

“shhh,” mitsuya murmurs, “open it.”

you smile, taking the lid off the box and pulling out the folded piece of clothing. “these look just like the toman pants,” you gasp.

“they’re a really similar style. no one will mess with you in those,” he smiles. “but the best part is that they’re thicker, almost like motorcycle pants, so that you’ll never skin your knees falling off my bike again.”

you smile, “that’s so sweet. they’re so lovely, thank you. can i try them on?”

“yes! please go ahead, i’m worried they won’t fit,” he smiles the smile that makes his eyes crinkle.

“wait, did the girls know about this?” you wait for him to nod. “i noticed my favorite pair of sweatpants went missing from my laundry,” you narrow your eyes.

mitsuya scratches his head, “that was me, yeah. i’ll give them back.”

you giggle, sliding into the bathroom. “i’ll be back in a second.” you slide out of your dress, putting on the pants.

“do they fit?” mitsuya’s voice wavers.

you lean your head out of the bathroom, “i think they’re amazing, but, i don’t have a shirt. my dress doesn’t look good over them.”

“oh, yeah,” mitsuya’s cheeks turn pink, “take my jacket.” he slides it off his shoulders, handing it to you.

“thank you,” you smile, zipping up in its familiar warmth.

“i’m really glad you like them,” mitsuya smiles, taking your hand and spinning you slowly.

“they’re perfect,” you breathe out, totally giddy.

“shall we try them out?”

you stop spinning, looking him in the eyes. “can i drive?”

he laughs, his breath warm on your face, “of course.”

you giggle, pulling him towards the door.

he follows you out the door and down to his bike. “you’re very excited.”

“of course i am,” you giggle. “this is so fun.”

“the keys are in my- your pocket,” mitsuya says, taking the cover off his impulse.

you pull out the keys, excited to feel the hum of the bike underneath you.

mitsuya turns you to face him, wiping your hair out of your face, pushing a helmet down on top of your head.

you blush at his fingertips on your face; it’s the way he’s gentle with you, like you’re precious to him.

“safety first,” he whispers, lips dangerously close to your. he puts on his helmet, stepping back from you to move the bike out of the shelter.

you follow him as he moves the bike into the parking lot. you get on the front as he holds it steady, smiling up at him.

“may i get on the back?” he asks, always the gentleman.

you nod.

he slides on the back of the bike, his fingers gently touching your hips. “is this alright?”

you nod, turning the bike on.

“i’m ready when you are,” mitsuya says, his voice in your ear.

you’re nervous. his legs press up against you, ridiculously warm. you shake it off, gently starting the bike.

you get into a rhythm. it’s soothing, the ground racing underneath you, the air on your face, being exposed to everything. you love it.

mitsuya chuckles behind you, sensing your joy. he tightens his hold on your waist as you speed up, fingers digging into the fabric of his- your jacket as you turn onto the highway.

you smile wider, speeding up.

“you’ve gotten so much better,” mitsuya yells over the wind.

“you’re hard to balance,” you groan.

he laughs loudly behind you, his hands around your waist.

you bite your lip, continuing to speed down the highway. eventually, you slow down and exit, heading back to your apartment building.

mitsuya’s hands are warm against your stomach, his warmth radiating through the jacket.

you shiver against his touch, wanting to welcome his warmth.

mitsuya slides his hands off your waist, making you frown. he places his hands on top of yours on the handle bars, his fingers overlapping yours. “can i?” he asks.

you nod, liking the way his hands feel pressing against yours like this.

he slowly pushes on the accelerator, speeding through the city roads.

you giggle, feeling your chest rattle against his back. you’re sad to see the apartment building in the distance.

mitsuya slows down to enter the parking lot, pulling into the sheltered parking space.

you smile widely, turning your head around to look at him. your helmets clink together, making you both giggle.

he slides off the back of the bike, leaving you feeling cold. mitsuya extends a hand to help you off.

you take it, happy to feel his touch once again.

“that was fun,” he smiles at you, your hand still in his.

“yeah,” you agree, completely breathless.

he unclips your helmet with his free hand, sliding it off your head. he does the same with his own helmet.

you reach up, tucking a wild strand of his mullet behind his ear.

he catches your wrist mid-air, making your eyes widen in surprise. he drops your hands, taking a step back. he clears his throat, “sorry.”

you blink, watching as he walks away from you, towards the apartment building. “takashi,” you call after him, running to meet his pace.

he turns to face you, his lilac eyes sweet like honey.

you step towards him, your eyes lingering on his lips for a second too long. “thank you.”

his expression changes, “nah, i didn’t do anything, but you’re wel-“

before you can stop yourself, you trust your impulse and ask “can i kiss you?”

mitsuya’s eyes blink slowly.

“shit, i’m so sorry. oh my god, that was-“

you’re interrupted by mitsuya’s lips against yours, rough and sweet. you kiss him back, placing your hands on his either side of his face, pulling him into you.

he pulls away, panting and out of breath. he smiles, “i’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“really?” your eyes widen.

he laughs at your surprise, “you couldn’t tell i was into you?”

“no,” you frown.

“mmm, well, that doesn’t matter now,” mitsuya murmurs, his lips pressed against your yours.

you hum into him, smiling against his lips. you kiss him hungrily, wanting more and more. he tastes like honey and sour gummy worms and stale beer and pancakes. it’s your favorite taste in the whole world.

“hey,” he pulls away, ignoring your pout, “we shouldn’t keep making out in the parking lot.”

you giggle, following him up the stairs as he places sweet kisses all over your hand interlocked with his.

“i’m so glad i made you those pants,” he sighs happily, unlocking his apartment. he pushes you inside, ahead of him, “they make your butt look so good.”

you laugh, grabbing on your his tshirt and pulling him close, “and i thought you were being nice.”

“nice to your butt and my eyes,” mitsuya laughs as you pull his face close to yours.

you push him against the door, trailing your hands up underneath his shirt. his skin is burning hot against your cool fingers. you’re already obsessed.

he bites at your lip, getting a small groan out of you. he doesn’t make up beg, he goes right back to kissing you. his lips fit against yours perfectly, no other kiss feels right compared to his.

you pull back, “did you make me toman pants to claim me as yours?”

“mmm, maybe, is that so wrong?” he grins.

you answer him with a kiss, your hands trailing up his chest. his skin is so soft, you want to touch all of it.

he spins you, so you’re now pressed against the door. he pulls the zipper of your jacket down slowly, his lips soft against yours.

you pull away and he immediately stops, concern flashing across his face.

“i’m so sorry, i’ll stop, i should have asked before-“

“this is my jacket, now, right?” you pout, glancing down at the familiar blue and orange jacket. “i wore it the first time we rode, and at the pool, and now, so…”

he smiles, “it’s yours.”

“good,” you grin, pushing him off of you. you grab his hand, pulling him towards his room.

——

you wake up to pans crashing and girls laughing. you groan and sit up, slowly remembering last night. you smile to yourself, basking in the glory of being mitsuya takashi’s girlfriend.

you shove the covers off of you, sliding on your sweatpants mitsuya had left folded at the foot of the bed. he was so cute.

you slowly creep out of his bedroom and into the living room, trying to sneak up behind the girls. however, mitsuya’s face lit up when he saw you, immediately ruining your surprise.

“hi, y/n,” luna giggled at you, “i like taka’s shirt on you better.”

you smirk at her, slinking around the countertop to hug mitsuya. you drape your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “did you tell the girls?” you whisper in his ear.

“tell us what?” mana asks.

you share a look with mitsuya.

“girls,” mitsuya begins, pulling you close to his side, “i know this may seem scary and it may make you worry. however,-“

“you’re dating?” luna interrupts.

“uh, yeah,” you tilt your head.

“yay!” luna screams, jumping up and down with mana. “our plan worked!”

“your plan?” mitsuya asks.

luna stops jumping, her eyes widening. she giggles nervously. “don’t be mad, taka, but we knew you were lonely and we saw you looking at y/n’s butt in the laundry room so we came up with a plan you set you up.”

“when were you looking at my butt?” you ask mitsuya.

“what do you mean ‘plan’?” mitsuya asked, ignoring your question.

“we made the babysitter mad so she wouldn’t want to come back,” mana smiles.

“remember how i told you to ask y/n if she could fill in?” luna smirks.

you place a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh.

“i should be mad right now, but honestly, i don’t even care,” mitsuya sighs.

“i’m proud of you girls,” you say, winking at them. “you’re definitely smarter than the two of us.”

“yeah,” luna rolls her eyes, “it took you guys forever to realize you liked each other. it was unbearable living with taka groaning and complaining about how you never picked up on his hints.”

you frown, “i wasn’t that bad.”

“i basically confessed to you while we were watching twlight,” mitsuya counters.

“so does this mean you’re like our sister, y/n?” mana asks. “will you sleep over and braid my hair and make me breakfast?”

“i already did all those things before i started dating takashi, silly,” you reply, tickling her stomach.

“are you guys going to kiss in front of us?” luna wrinkles her nose.

“hmm, like this?” mitsuya asks, putting his arms around your waist and tilting you backwards into a deep kiss.

“ewww,” the girls whined.

you and mitsuya laughed, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

“i’m so happy they set us up,” mitsuya whispers in your ear.

“me too, takashi,” you reply, kissing his puffy lips. “i’m so happy.”

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xkeeanx · 5 months

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/krāv/

verb

feel a powerful desire for (something).

"a program to give the infants the human touch they crave"

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Sexual content, praise kink.top reader.

Reminder: this is a story about my character, keean,NOT keegan, keean

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Reader POV:

"Soooooo..." soap came up behind "who's your little crush~" soap says dragging out the 'sh' "what are you talking about" I ask while turning on my heels to face him "don't be stupid I've seen the way you look at him, it's like your on death row and he's the only freedom you have" he's not wrong, those beautiful and unique green and blue heterchromatic eyes of his, God, I could get lost in his eyes and his star shaped pupils. How could anyone hate keean. He's so beautiful and perfect, speaking of keean I need to give him his birthday gift which consists a skull dog Mask,a beleclava, and star leather strap holsters that rap around the chest and to your thighs. Wonder why he needs those. I soon arrive to his door,Gift in hand,and knock....no response..again I knock...still no response, I open the the door to see..something..I didn't expect. Keean was on the floor listening to music and sketching..but.. he was wearing a skirt and God damn, he looked hot. He still had his beleclava on but that didn't stop me from seeing his beautiful eyes. I walk over to him placing the gift in his lap "open it!" I say in a enthusiastic tone. he slowly unravels the ribbon and takes the lid off the box, I hear a small gasp as he pulls the stuff out, he gives me a look that says 'thanks you' know that gasp was probably the only verbal noise that he's ever made, I mean the only people he's talked to verbally and not in sign or a white board would be logan and keegan and other people but it was always muffled from being in a different room and was always in a different language. I've found that the languages he can speak are Scottish,Russian, Korean, Japanese, German, French, and of course English and because of that he got the nickname 'translator' but enough of that, back to him. He looked at me and did something unexpected "thank you X" holy fuck he sounds hot he has a soft voice and a British accent I mean that explains the British and German flag on his uniform "X, COME ON WE GOT A MISSION!" I hear Elias call "shit I got to go" he looks at me and waves bye.

☆3 months later☆

God I can't take this anymore, I need to see keean. I walk to his barracks and open the door. Right before I look up I hear a slight gasp so I bring my head up quickly and find keean...with his...mask off. I take in his appearance, his fluffy, shoulder length, jet black hair. he has vampire like canines and a tounge piercing "u-uhm..." he stuttered out as I walk closer to him "what are you doi-" I cut him off by pressing my lips against his soft lips "mmhm~" God his moans are sexy. I slowly slide my hand to the waist band of his black Jean shorts before he violently grabs my hand and throws it away from him. he then backs up and looks down "what's wrong?" I ask "there's something I need to tell you but you have to promise not to get mad" he says softly "of course I won't get mad" I replied in the same soft tone "I'm..uhm...trans, FTM" he said "thanks for telling me...would you still like to continue?" "please" he walks closer to me. we begin making out and once again my hand goes down but this time fully into his shorts and boxers "mHM~" his breathing hitched and becomes shallow "good boy~" I said as my hand plays with him more "plEAse!" "if you say so, just tell me if I hurt you okay" he nods in response. I pick him up and throw him on the bed. I just realized that he was wearing the leather straps that go down to your thighs. I grabbed the strap above his chest and pulled him up so I could reconnect are lips. I slowly unclip the stap on the chest and waist and slide his shorts and boxers down and then his tight fitted black shirt, I then clip the straps back on and step back to admire him. I noticed his top surgery scars. he grabs my belt taking it off and pulling down my pants as well, I pushed him back after he was done and crawled ontop of him.

《SMUT》

I bring my dick to his entrance and slowly pushed in. he made a high pitch moan as I continued in until I was fully in, I gave him a minute to get used to it "you can move" he whispered, I slowly pulled out and pushed back in and repeated "faster please~" he moaned out and I did as told eventually slamming in him with him holding me with his legs around my waste. I feel a quick sharp pain and realize how hard his sharp nails are pressed against my back. "Ha~ha~.. gah~" "mmm~" he moaned out "ya~keep moaning for me~... ya~ good boy, good boy" I kept praising him "I'm gonna cu-hum~" he panted "ya cum for me cum for mE~!" I released but kept going until keean came "ya you did such a good job, good boy"

Thx so much for reading. Word count:951

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thechaoticfanartist · 2 years

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Appreciation train coming your way!

What’s your favourite lines of Grim that you think are 1) the funniest, 2) the most emotional, and 3) in general?

Thanks for this ask!

Funny:

Grim blinked, before her stood Obi-Wan Kenobi and he had just saved her life, "holy shit," Grim muttered under her breath. "You're fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi."

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 1

“A therma-what?”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 2

"I mean- um- I'M TAKING THIS TRASHCAN NOW BYE-"

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 11

"Urgh, who turned on the sun?"

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 13

"Earth thing."

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 21

It's the context that makes that one so funny

"Oh shut up, no nuts."

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 25

“But you yeeted me-”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 39

Emotional:

“I don’t want to let you go, not yet. I don’t even know if we’ll see each other again."

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 28

"Not like it matters - I only went to know, and now I do. I am speaking to a ghost, because the man I knew is dead - he has to be, if you are truly considering that story the chancellor fed you."

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 35

“I do not believe in destiny, and I doubt you do as well, for destiny means life is written in stone. If we believe this, then why do we strive to save those we love from a terrible fate?”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 35

"How do you let go of something that is gone, when it isn't yet gone?"

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 36

“I am doing what must be done. For you will fail to do so. You are not able to do what must be done, to kill a man who is already dead.”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 38

"I had hoped this wouldn't happen after our talk last night, though clearly I was wrong," Grim admitted, the betrayal was clear in her voice. "You have betrayed us all. Although I already know the answer, I still have to ask; Why?"

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 39

“You were a Jedi! You were supposed to help the galaxy not burn it to ashes!” she added, her voice choking up in tears. “I thought we were the same! I thought we both wanted to save people! Killing our family isn’t saving people!” she roared as the tears spilled from her eyes.

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 39

“Once I may have saved you from this fate, I would have thought you undeserving of this pain, but even I see now that the crimes you have committed are unforgivable. You have slaughtered our family and built a palace on our ashes. I once said if presented with the chance to save a life I would take it. I am now presented with that chance, but I shall not take it. You have destroyed us all Lord Vader, I hope you’re happy.”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim Chapter 39

"You're right, and even though we lost this war, hope survives, the Jedi survive, for the Sith can't destroy the light."