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@howgalling AGHHH I FINISHED IT, after many sketches and design confusion, I am actually very happy with the drawing ^^
#After many mental breakdowns too I finished it lmao#But I feel so accomplished#She’s so prettyyyy <3#I am pretty sure I am going to find so many mistakes in a few minutes#But rn I’ll bask in my happiness#Hope you like it!#I’ll try Sideswipe and Mirage and Hound later#I am very tired#I just finished work and then decided to finish this •~•#And I also v sad because I forgot to take a picture of the before sketch of the female anatomy which was actually my best#That I’ve ever done#So kinda sad bout that#But Im happy bout finishing this#Maybe I’ll make it digital later#But it is time to collapse in exhaustion onto my comfy bed#•-•#Sunstreaker#Humanformers#genderswap#I also can’t draw buff very well but whatever#Looks good anyways 👍
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Let Me Be There, Let Me Be Yours
--genre + trope: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight nsfw, 18+ ONLY MDNI
--pairing: frat!peter parker x f!reader
--word count: 1.7k
--summary: while attending peter's frat party, he realizes he wants to be more than friends with benefits with you after seeing his frat brother harry osborn flirt with you. this leads to an emotional conversation about the future with peter.
--warnings: drinking, mentions of alcohol/alcoholic games, suggestive nsfw, kinda forced drinking, protective!peter, drunk!reader, confession, peter takes care of reader while she's drunk, peter's down bad.
--gif credits: @talkaboutyourday
You can hear the bass bumping through the walls of the fraternity as you make your way up the steps of the porch. The first Delta Chi party of the school year brought in a lot of people this time. You hesitate before opening the door. Why you’re so nervous puzzles you, yet those thoughts are quickly interrupted by the smell of cheap beer and smoke flooding your senses. You look around trying to find any familiar faces.
“(L/N)!” Harry’s voice recognizable over the loud music echoing through the familiar frat. You turn around to find the familiar brunet with a red solo cup in his hand.
“Harry Osborn,” You taunt back, “Where’s Parker?”
“I don’t keep tabs on Parker? Who do you think I am, his best friend?” He waves his hand around in the air in a dramatic way.
“Actually yeah,” You laugh, reaching out for his cup to take a sip, “What’s this?” You take a sip before he can answer you. The familiar burn of the vodka runs down your throat. “Jesus,” You mutter to yourself.
“Let’s get you an actual drink, then we’ll go find your little boyfriend, Parker,” Harry throws an arm loosely around your shoulder leading you through the house.
“Since when was he my boyfriend?” You ask, looking up at Harry. He looks down at you with his typical shit-eating smirk and a quirk to his brow.
“My mistake then, just thought after you guys fucked the last few times he would’ve made it official or something,” he joked.
“Well-” You laughed, “We’re just fucking.”
You don’t remember getting to this point of being trashed, but you’re definitely there. One shot turned into two, then Harry offered to take another with you, and another. None of it matters as you finally see Peter grabbing a beer from the fridge. It takes a few ‘Excuse Me's' to eventually reach him, plotting a funny way to sneak up on him in the process, before you poke him on the side of his waist.
“Jesus fuck,” He turns quickly to look at the culprit, you. You honestly wonder how he didn’t get whiplash from turning that fast, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, are you serious?” You ask with a laugh. Your cheeks are warm, as you grin up at him. You think you’re the funniest person in the world right now, and Peter is looking at you with confusion, and a bit of amusement written across his face. He’s speechless at your state right now.
You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, “Looks like you found him,” Harry teased.
“Yeah, you sure were a lot of help Osborn.”
Peter’s eyes dance between you and his best friend's arm that’s thrown casually across your shoulder. He doesn’t know what’s going on between you two, but he has a weird feeling in his stomach about it. It’s teetering on the line between anger and jealousy, but he doesn’t know why.
Harry sticks his tongue out playfully at you, all you can do is roll your eyes in response. Even though you knew you were pretty plastered right now, you also knew that Harry was not the one you wanted attention from. Being around Peter was easy, and most importantly, simple. What you have with him is strictly a situationship, friends with benefits, maybe. You’re still open to do as you please just as much as he is.
“How many drinks have you guys had,” Peter asks bluntly.
“A few,” The brunet answers for you both. You crane your neck up with a puzzled look, he meets your gaze, “What?”
“A few drinks? Harry, how many shots in are we,” You start counting with your fingers jokingly, you hold up at least 6 fingers, “This is just a few?”
This makes Peter look between the two of you again, “Hey, maybe we should go get water (Y/N)?” Still looking at Harry’s arm slinged around your frame.
“Nah, she’s fine,” Harry once again said for you, “Right, (Y/N)?”
You respond with a firm, yet dizzy nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Harry guides you away from Peter, the beer now warm in his hand as he’s been clenching it in his fist the entire time Harry interrupted your brief conversation. He watches as his frat brother leads you to a beer pong table, asking around if anyone wants to play with the two of you. As the game starts, Peter’s already in the background of the crowd watching how you sway as you aim for a cup. As the game goes on, you and Harry gain a lead and ultimately win the game, leaving you to play another round with two new people. Peter has gotten closer to you as viewers disperse to find another form of entertainment.
The second round started, and Peter can tell that you’re not doing well. There’s a more prominent bend in your knees, almost like you’re about to fold at any minute if you’re not too careful. The other team’s ball flew into a cup right in front of you, Harry insisting on you taking one for the team and chugging it. Maybe it’s because Peter has been watching you all night, but he notices a slight gag as you’re about half way through the drink.
This is what sets Peter off to approach you, “Maybe it’s time for you to actually get some water, yeah?” Reaching for your elbow to guide you away from the crowd, dragging you into the less populated kitchen.
“Parker, how many times…how many times do I have to tell you that I am fine,” you sluggishly reply, trying to pull away but ultimately failing.
“Peter, at this point you’re just killing the vibe,” Harry’s voice chimes in as he makes his way into the room, “Just go find someone else to bother, you’re interrupting us.” A smirk is on his face at that last bit, knowing he’s struck a nerve in Peter.
“Honestly Osborn, shut the fuck up,” Peter snaps. This pulls you out of your drunken haze, your eyes now locking onto the guys in front of you.
Harry just laughs, “Whoa, calm down Pete,” he raises his hands in defense.
“No Harry seriously, just get the fuck out of here,” Peter turns his back to his best friend and grabs your wrist, “Let’s go.”
“You’re not my boyfriend Parker,” You snap, ripping your arm from his grasp.
“Well you’re not letting me be your fucking boyfriend,” He quips.
“We’re just fucking, you made that clear since the beginning.”
Peter runs a hand through his hair, “I made that clear? You’re the one that-fuck,” He rubs a hand across his jaw in frustration, “Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist once again dragging you from the kitchen, he doesn’t falter when his shoulder rams into Harrys. He pulls you across the house and up the stairs to his room, despite your complaints.
“What the fuck-”
“I’m the one that made it clear?” He questions, now clearly frustrated, “You’re the one eye-fucking every guy in the room, (L/N).”
“Because I fucking can, like I said you’re not my fucking boyfriend! You don’t have that jurisdiction Peter!” You raise your voice.
“Because you won’t let me,” He spits out calmly. The tension in the room doubles, his new tone making the room feel small.
“Because I don’t fucking know how!” Your chest heaving with rage. Your eyes melting into his hazel set, “I don’t know how,” you repeat quieter. At this point your drunken haze has completely left you with a sick hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach. Peter just stares at you, unable to form words. The seconds tick by painfully slow, you become nervous as they pass. “Can you just say something Parker-actually fuck this,” you cut yourself off, turning to grab the door handel.
“I-I’m sorry,” He stutters, “I just don’t know what to say.”
“Figures,” You laugh sarcastically.
“Look (Y/N), we could make this work if you just let me in,” Peter says.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m scared, Pete,” You glance at the floor with a sigh “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
You laugh,“I just can’t.”
He walks over to you, “Please,” he whispers, “I want to be with you.”
You turn to finally look at him, tears clinging to your lashes, you give him a sad smile as your eyes melt into his.
“Please,” He asks again, “Just let me try, just give us a try.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Pete, I can’t do that to you.”
“It’s fine,” A grin etching its way onto his face, “I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” He brings his hand up, cradling your cheek in his palm, wiping away the stray tear, “Just let me be there, let me be yours.”
You bring your hand to lay on top of his to keep the contact for just a bit longer, “Yeah,” you sniffle before you nod with a grin, “Fine, but if it becomes too much, you have to let it go.”
“You’ll never be too much for me.”
“Should we head downstairs?” You suggest, wiping the rest of ur tears.
Peter opens the door letting you walk out first, “Yeah, I think I need to talk to Harry real quick before I walk you home.”
As if right on cue Harry appears at the bottom of the stairs, “Yo, Parker! What I did was out of line, my bad dude. It won’t happen again.”
“Nah, it’s alright,” He says out loud before pulling him in for a quick side hug, “Don’t mess with her again like that, alright? Everyone else is fair game, not her though.”
A quick nod is shared between the brothers before you head out, walking back to your apartment, since it’s only a few minutes away. You and Peter aren’t simple, and you aren’t a situationship. You are navigating your way through each other’s lives, together.
--author's note: HEY!!! you guys love peter so much, and i love him so much that i had to go write about him again. really in my frat!peter era, so here's my take on this beautiful AU. shoutout to @webslingingslasher for being an absolute god in all things frat!peter, im obsessed. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support your writers!! ok ily, bye<3.
#frat!peter#tasm!peter parker#andrew garfield peter parker#tasm!peter x reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker#peter parker fluff#tasm!peter parker fluff#peter parker hurt/comfort#marvel#andrew garfield#college au#frat!harry#protective!peter parker
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maybe something about the aftermath of hobie’s canon event and how the reader would try to comfort him
there are so many theories abt his canon event, so for this i just assumed that he somehow got close to a cop (that he obviously didn't want to die) ??? sorry for the mistakes !!
comforting hobie after his canon event ☆ atsv
hobie x g-neutral reader.
he definitely zones out while he's trying to process what just happened, it just feels so unreal to him.
certainly, a thousands of thoughts run through his mind as he's internally panicking.
he just needs to go, but where ? he needs to see someone, quick, but who ? he needs someone to slap some sense into him, but again, who ?
after a few seconds that felt like hours for hobie, it eventually hit him like a thunderbolt.
he needs his safe place ... and all he could think of is you !!
brushing all his thoughts aside, he just swings to your place AND completely ignores the fact that HE'S NOT hobie brown right now !!
at this point of your relationship, hobie didn't reveal to you his spider-man's activities although you were pretty close, he just didn't feel the need to include you in his other life, until that night.
"what the ..."
SPIDER-PUNK ???
spider-punk is knocking on your window while his other hand (you assumed) glued to the wall like his feet ??
spider-punk was pretty famous, no, VERY famous, so famous that you can't even believe your eyes ???
LIKE ?? WHAT IS SPIDER-PUNK DOING AT ONE AM KNOCKING ON YOUR WINDOW ???
eventually, you allow him to come in ?? but he just ... doesn't move, nor speak, which suddenly frightens you 0_o
yep ..
it finally hits him ..
he's not hobie brown right now ..
yet, it's not enough to make him just swing away and pretend like nothing happened :/
while a silent and awkward atmosphere blankets your room, he finally comes in and stands there for a second, before reaching for his mask ...
"wait, HOBIE ?!"
no, it's not that surprising, it definitely makes sense you think ...
he never meets your gaze, he prefers to lower his head, still no words escaping his lips, only loud breathes, hinting that the boy definitely had it rough a few minutes ago ...
once you took a few steps closer, like an instinct you just cup his cheek with the palm of your hand and carefully lift his head and damn ..
it was such a sad sight.
hobie couldn't really function properly, but he certainly felt relief, almost regretting to not have revealed his secret life, his doubts and problems to you earlier in your relationship.
you just froze as he suddenly leans in and rests his head on your shoulder.
the both of you eventually stay like this for a good minute, then two, then three, then four till hobie breaks the silence with a tired voice.
"can i sleep here, tonight ?"
liar.
the boy couldn't close one eye through the whole night, but your presence sure calmed him and somehow kept him warm.
he felt a sense of security, something that he never experienced before !
the day after, you wake up without finding hobie next to you BUT before you could panic, you notice an unfamiliar note.
"thank you. ay, keep this a secret, will you ? - hobie"
BUT no need to worry !! there's no need to feel useless or whatever !! you did everything right !!
hobie wouldn't want to talk about what happened, certainly not just a few minutes after it happened, but he'll definitely explain it to you someday (:
the boy just needs some time alone, before he eventually comes back to you, after facing his spider crisis ...
#hobie brown x reader#spiderverse x reader#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#spiderman x reader#marvel x reader
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austin butler - clumsy
warnings ; none
prompt ; in which your celebrity crush causes you to become a flustered, blubbering mess.
a/n ; a little something fun i wrote during the fall but never published! it’s basically anxious!reader and honestly how I imagine myself reacting to meeting aus so enjoy xoxo
Okay, don’t panic.
Do not panic.
It’s just a man. A man with blonde, curly locks, blue eyes, over 6 feet tall… but still, a man. Nothing special. You could probably find ten of him walking down Rodeo Drive.
Except that’s probably not true either.
It is Austin Butler, after all.
You hike the tail of your dress higher as you descend up the stairs to the red carpet, inhaling as much oxygen as possible to tame your nerves. It does nothing for you beside provide a placebo effect of calmness. Your publicist, Jane, stands next to you with her eyebrows furrowed in permanent worry, a crinkle she’s had since the day she took you on. “[Y/N], did you get a chance to look at your seating arrangement?”
“Uh, no, not yet,” You respond slowly, wincing slightly as you brace yourself for her reaction. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose before turning towards you.
“You know what, that’s fine, sweets. Just go stand on the carpet so we can take these pictures,” She goes back to her clipboard full of tedious things like timing and interviewers and stupid seating arrangements, and you’re trying to stay focused, but how can you do that when Austin Butler is standing 8 feet away from you, posing on the red carpet?
You’re pretty sure you’re drooling.
Whoever keeps leaving his shirts unbuttoned is a menace to society and needs to be locked away for endangerment to the general public.
This whole idiotic schoolgirl crush began relatively long ago, when he was still deeply in love with Vanessa Hudgens and playing a teen heartthrob on The Carrie Diaries. You weren’t even famous at that point, just a mediocre commercial actress trying to get her big break. Once you finally booked your first big role, the crush faded away (only the tiniest amount) but that all came crashing down like an avalanche when you saw Elvis with your best friend.
They probably could’ve posted the entire movie on a porn website and made the same amount of money. And, thus, your crush ensued, full throttle and invading your every thought at the worst moments. Including this one.
Jane kicks the back of your leg, cursing under her breath as you tear your eyes away from him. You’re not new to this scene, you’ve been in major leading roles and you’ve been nominated for Oscars. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that at your core, you are a complete and utter mess. A klutz. A loser with some money in the bank.
So, you take the pictures, with not too many mistakes as you expected, just a few shots of you blinking while smiling. You’re sure they’ll end up on Twitter where your fans will laugh about it while saying how much they love you.
This part always goes by fast. It’s camera flashes, smiles that are strained under the bright lights, talks with interviewers that always go far longer than expected, and then before you know it, you’re being ushered into a tight room with celebrities you had only dreamed of seeing in real life. Jane is glued to your side as you wait for your turn to enter the theater.
Despite the cool temperature of Los Angeles, you’re somehow drenched in sweat. You’ve done this before, you know that. But that doesn’t stop your entire body from going into fight or flight mode, teetering towards flight.
“What’s the hold up?” You hear a female’s voice yell out, and you almost think it’s Jane before you hear her chuckle beside you.
“Speak that truth. I am so sick of these fucking Oscars dimwits wasting my time,” Jane says loudly enough for the girl to hear it, and before you know it, they’re enthralled in a full-blown conversation. If you weren’t trying to fan your armpit sweat, you might’ve joined.
Maybe it’s a good idea to find out where you’re sitting. Probably will need to know that before you enter. You can only assume they’ll sit you next to your last co-star, Timothee Chalamet. What a delight that would be (and that’s not sarcasm, he always smells like cashmere and some type of forest.)
You turn your body slightly, eyeing Jane and the girl she’s talking to. She’s a redhead, also wearing a suit and clearly another publicist that has been in the position for far too long to enjoy it.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a male figure standing next to the redhead. Hm. A black suit. Your eyes trail over his body, a soft black lace shirt that is half-unbuttoned peeking over the hem. How nice. You love that look on men.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Your body freezes. Mouth runs dry. Sweat shrivels back up into your body only to start forming at impossible speeds. Heart palpates so quickly you think you might be going into cardiac arrest.
In front of you, is Austin Butler. And he completely, totally, entirely, caught you checking out his entire body, head to toe.
There’s a smirk on his face that is undeniably directed towards you, eyes glimmering with amusement. You can’t even believe that you’re looking directly at him. He can’t be real, he has to be a figment of your imagination.
“Come here often?”
You did not just speak.
No, you didn’t. That couldn’t have been real. That couldn’t have been what you just said. After years of dreaming about this moment, that can’t have been what your brain and tongue agreed on.
He chuckles, a deep one that rumbles through his chest, and says, “I try not to make it a habit. You?”
You entangle your fingers with each other, hoping the sweat that has gathered on them just slides right off. “Me either. Trying to cut down on my presence and all that.”
He raises his eyebrows quizzically, that soft smile that curves upon his lips widening a little, “Well, can’t say the Oscars is the best place to do that.”
“Yes, well…” You trail off. Thoughts empty. Brain just a shallow void with nothing but dirty, filthy fantasies about him floating around. Oh god, get a grip.
And he should end the conversation right there, then back around and not acknowledge the weird girl who clearly hasn’t had enough media training. But, he doesn’t. Instead, he sticks out his hand for you to shake, and says, “I’m Austin. Austin Butler.”
“I know,” You say almost immediately. His facial expression contorts into something unreadable, and your lips flap again to try and salvage the rest of your dignity. “I’m [Y/N].”
You shake his hand, praying to some otherworldly creature above that he won’t feel the sweat on your hands. It’s a little weird, when you touch his hand. Feels like you’re envisioning yourself with him, like you’re some kind of wizard that can tell it won’t be the last time you see him. It feels a little like something out of a rom-com, with the electricity zap and the sounds of your hearts beating erratically.
You both pull your hands away, smiling to the ground. You really, really, really hope he’ll keep talking to you.
“Nervous?” He asks, taking note of the way your thumbs twiddle and the sidestep you keep doing with your heels.
“A little. Kinda. Maybe,” You let out a sigh of relief. “I’m not really the most organized.”
“Hm. Well, I’m sure you’ll be great,” His grin widens just enough to show off his pearly white teeth that glimmer under the remaining sunlight that California has to offer.
“Thanks,” You smile back. “How about you? Nervous?”
“Always,” He responds, almost taken aback by the transparency he’s having with another celebrity. He’s never had a conversation about nerves, never felt validated enough by someone to open up about the fear that comes along with being at this level of fame. “It’s my first Oscars.”
“Right,” You say, “Well, I’ve been to a few, and honestly, I’ll let you in on a secret. Even Leonardo DiCaprio shits himself a little when the nominees are announced.”
He lets out a laugh, a real one, one that sounds like all good things in the world and you would be more than happy to capture it in a jar and keep it on your bedside forever. “Somehow, I don’t doubt that,” He switches gears, shifting his body around a little. “What afterparty are you going to?”
It’s a simple question, one you’ve been asked numerous times by other people in the industry. It usually offers a sense of dominance over who got the better invite. “Er, yes, that would be a question for my lovely publicist, Jane, because I don’t have a rat’s ass idea of where I’m supposed to go.”
He laughs. Again. Part of you is enthralled, part of you is confused as to why he thinks you’re a comedy show. Maybe he thinks you’re a joke. Yes, that makes good sense. “That honestly makes me feel better because I don’t really know where I’m going either,” He admits.
“Are you kidding?” You ask incredulously. “You look like that and you don’t know where you’re going? I think the President of the Academy Awards has a personal invite waiting for you.”
Okay, maybe you shouldn’t have said that. But really, it has to be blamed on the fact that there are a swarm of murderous bees flying around in your stomach that are making you feel woozy.
His cheeks turn a crimson glow, “Like that?”
“Oh, you know…” You trail, slowly laughing to brush off the fact that you basically just admitted your undying love to him. “Just…. That’s a great black shirt. I’m gonna buy one for my brother.”
His lips curve upwards a little more, blue eyes sparkling like little oceans. “Thanks. And, you know, you don’t look bad yourself.”
You blink twice. Did he just say that?
Before you even whip up a flirty comment, or even a funny one that’ll have him doubling over in laughter and proposing to you by tonight, you feel Jane gripping your forearm tightly. “Stop dicking around, [Y/N]. We need to go in.”
“Right, yes, totally,” You smile awkwardly over to Austin, and he returns it. You feel soft and warm and glowy inside, like you might levitate off the floor.
And then you really are levitating off the floor, because your feet miss the step and you’re falling before you even have a chance to stop yourself. Your arm extends to try and delay your inevitable fall, but it doesn’t work and you’re really sprawled out. Immediately, Jane rushes down to try and drag you up, hurriedly asking if you’re okay.
You nod slightly, balancing yourself on your knees. Thankfully, you think the vast majority of people have entered the theater and missed out on your embarrassment of epic proportions.
Well, maybe not everyone.
Suddenly, like a light peeking from beyond the clouds, you see an outstretched hand to your right. It’s tan, a male’s hand for sure. You look up to see who could possibly be nice enough to help you up. Maybe it’s God telling you it’s time to pass away.
It’s Austin. And he has a really worried look on his face that you’re shocked by, but his expression falters once he sees the look on your face. You’re smiling, a real big goofy one, because it’s so ridiculous and he’s so ridiculous and you’re pretty sure one of your heels is broken.
You place your hand in his, and his other hand wraps around your waist to help you up and steady yourself against him. Once you’re finally standing, he grins, leaning into your ear, “Remember, even Leonardo DiCaprio shits himself at the table.”
You don’t even realize his arm is still wrapped around your waist until you notice the absence of it. You giggle lightly, biting your lip. “Of course. And I think I saw Brad Pitt throw up in the bathroom last year.”
“Austin, we gotta go,” His publicist grabs his hand, and you feel a pang of disappointment. You almost think he does too, his blue eyes turning grayish as he looks back at her.
“Right,” He clears his throat. “Well, good luck tonight, [Y/N]. I hope you win.”
“You too,” The smile on your face is probably permanently tattooed on. You feel Jane’s hand on your back, slowly moving you away from him although your feet beg to stay.
“Oh, and [Y/N]?” You turn back around to face him, “Big fan of your work.”
With that, he turns away with his publicist to go and find his seat amongst the crowd. You watch him disappear, an indescribable feeling washing over your entire body. You’re also being whisked away to your table, greeted by familiar faces and friends. But it’s pretty clear that’s not the reason why you’re smiling.
Some part of your brain decides on one thing: this won’t be the last time you see him.
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You decide that you like California. Not a whole lot, but enough to make you sign a contract for a new film. Normally, you believe that Los Angeles and all its surrounding cities are a dreadful structure that encapsulates all the worst features of privileged Southern California lifestyle. But the food is undeniably tasty, and your new apartment is decorated with high ceilings and well-lit rooms, so you’ll make do. You’ll be filming in sunny Calabasas, where the houses are painted a perfect shade of white, where time stills a little and every cloud is just the right amount of fluffy.
The Oscar’s had came and went, and you won, to no one’s surprise but your own. With that accomplishment came offers. People really, truly wanted to work with you, and although it baffled you, Jane was having the time of her life coordinating auditions and interviews.
Everything was truly perfect.
You flip through the pages of your fresh script, your manicured nails turning through the warm pages, the black ink bleeding onto the sheets. Jane sits across from you, feverishly scribbling something, negotiating your pay for your new film. She’ll deliver. In the end, she always does.
She hangs up her call, sighing from relief. You’re about to ask her how it went, if you got the price you wanted, before her phone blares again with that god awful ringtone she refuses to change. She answers it, a cheerful tone in her voice, “Kate? So good to hear from you! What’s going on?”
You tune out of her conversation, focusing your eyes back on the mass of paper in front of you. A new story to be told. A new character to embody. A new chapter of your life. It’s all very emotional and sappy and you almost want to cry tears of happiness, but you’ll save that for later, once you get home and crack open a bottle of wine.
You hear Jane place her phone down, and your eyes flicker back up to her. There’s an expression on her face that’s unreadable, and you’re unsure of how to process it. Oh, no. If you didn’t get the price you wanted, that would suck. Or, maybe you did and she’s just unsure on how to process emotion. You always thought she was a robot.
“I just had the weirdest phone call,” She finally speaks, scratching her forehead quizzically.
“What’s up?” You ask mindlessly, certain she’s going to tell you something personal like her cousin getting married to a farmer.
“That was Austin Butler’s publicist. She said he’s been asking about you since the Oscars.”
There’s no fucking way. She’s pranking you. Any second now, Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out behind the doorframe and say “You’ve been Punk’d!” and then maybe he’ll also bring out Austin to further your embarrassment.
“Excuse me?” You blink.
“Yeah,” She seems just as baffled as you are. “She said he’s been trying to find a way to get in contact with you, but turns out, you guys don’t have a lot of mutual friends.”
Well, that makes sense.
She continues on, “Anyway, she gave me his number and then said he wants to ask you on a date. So, do with that what you will.”
She unlocks her phone, slides it across the table to you, and you see a phone number typed into her notes. Your hand trembles as you pick up the iPhone, copying the number into your own contacts. You feel woozy, just like you did on that red carpet, just like you did the moment you locked eyes with him.
“Right, well,” You clear your throat. “I’ll just step outside and call him real quick.”
She nods, raising one eyebrow. There’s a small grin that appears on her lips, a knowing one, and you slide out the door into the hallway.
You don’t know what comes over you, or what demon compels you, but you click the number. You hear the ring. There’s a pause. Your heart drops as you think that he might not answer.
And then you hear him. His voice.
“Hello?”
“Uh, h-hi. Hi. This is, um, [Y/N]. Your publicist gave me your number.”
It almost sounds ridiculous.
“[Y/N]. You know, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you but turns out you’re not an easy person to reach,” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, you know me and my presence. All time low,” You say sarcastically, and he chuckles.
“Right. Well, congratulations on your win. Very well-deserved,” His voice is deeper than you remember. There’s a slight desire that pools between your legs for a moment before you snap yourself back into reality.
“You too. Some would call it the performance of the year,” And you can’t even believe it’s happening. You’re really flirting with him.
“Thank you,” He says so softly, so charming. He’s always grateful and humble, and it makes you even more attracted to him. If that’s even possible at this point. “So, do you think there’s a chance you would allow me to take you out to dinner? Somewhere lowkey, you know, for your presence and all?”
The question is so unbelievable that you can’t even take it in. You make a few sounds, splutter over your words and trip over them like you did your own two feet at the Oscars. Your heartbeat travels up to your eardrum, pounding with every ounce of blood that travels through you. “U-uh, umm… well, you know, let me go ahead and check my schedule.” There’s a pause. You cover the reciever and scream a silent yell into the void, jumping a few feet high.
Clearing your throat, you say, “Hm. Seems like I’m free tomorrow.”
“You can’t do tonight?”
The question takes you aback. Surely, he can’t be asking that because he wants to see you. “Oh, why? Are you leaving California tomorrow?”
“Not at all,” You hear him shuffle. “I just really want to take you out.”
“Right, yes, of course.” You let his question hang in the air. You know your answer, but you like letting him think there’s a possibility you might reject him.
“I am free tonight.”
“Great,” His voice is upbeat, a newfound excitement peeking through. “Well, text me your address. I’ll send a car to pick you up.”
“Yup, totally. Super duper cool. Looking really forward to it,” You babble on, pacing the hallway you’ve trapped yourself in.
He lets out a low laugh, “Me too. I’ll see you tonight. Bye, [Y/N].”
You say your goodbyes, leaning against the wall for stability before you collapse into a puddle. Later, a janitor might come to find your lifeless body glued to the wall. Cause of death? Man built like a Greek god asks woman on date.
But, everything is fine. You’ll somehow make it.
There’s a ridiculous feeling in your heart, a warmth that spreads to your toes and fingers. Now, everything is perfect.
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I'm not sure if you take CoD requests but I was wondering if maybe you could do headcanons for Alejandro(if you write for him) with a reader who's Cajun, has a Cajun accent, and calls him Sha(its Cajun slang for sweetheart/dear/darling)
If you don't write for Alejandro, maybe Price or Soap
Oh this is so cute!!
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Alejandro with Cajun Reader
PSA - I did a lot of research so I tried 😅
• You get stationed out to the main base in Los Vaqueros, tasked to help the people there and work alongside Colonel Alejandro Vargas.
• Arriving on a helicopter you smile as you meet Alejandro smiling at you. "Welcome to Las Almas my friend- Heard great things about you"
• "Boujour! Comment ça s’plume? Alejandro no?" You say cheerfully clearly throwing off the man at the French being thrown his way- But a French he was incredibly unfamiliar with
• "Sargent (Y/L/N)? Correct?" You nod calmly, The Colonel smiking a bit- "We must leave soon then"
• "Don't be like that Cher" You say with a laugh and watch the man's face twist in mild confusion still.
• "Sha?" He repeated, you realizing quickly your mistake with a hearty laugh. "It's a term of endearment- Like Darlin'- Now, You said we had to leave No? Allons!"
• Alejandro nods and leads you off to your station, Still a bit confused over what the fuck you were saying-
• After a few weeks on base he starts to understand, realizing you are speaking a form of French mixed with English. The two of you talking quite often now as he shows you around Las Almas and the situation there.
• "They told me you are American-" Alejandro questioned as you two drove through the town.
• "I am-" You clarified with a smile. "From Louisiana" Alejandro nodded his head like he suddently got it.
• "Isn't uh it Creole? Es.. That's the American word right?" Alejandro questions, making you shake your head. "Two differen' peoples Sha-" You say as you try to explain the difference.
• This poor man is so confused- Feels like he's in school again and was just given a very hard exam that he didn't study for.
• "Creole is more City and Cajun is country" You simplified, which seemed to ease the confusion for the time being.
• The two of you become fast friends- You of course a chatter box and always wanting to learn and Alejandro always wanting to teach and see new things.
• Alejandro begins to teach you more Spanish while you teach him French-
• He likes to tease about how you talk with your hands and your passion behind your speaking. Finds it funny
• You two do have arguments at times, like an old couple do at stupid things. However rank is never pulled or acknowledged since it's always fun/personal banter
• However what truly soothed over any issues was the food- The two of you becoming quick food buddies as you'd share your guys food with each other.
• Alejandro walked straight to you on base early morning after a briefing, staring hard at you as he held a wrapped item in hand-
"...This is a La Guacamaya torta- It is one of my favorites... I added extra chicharrón" He flexes as he shows off the item. You nodding in agreement that it looked pretty damn good.
• "Not bad Not bad-" You smile, Before reaching for your own item with a grin. Pulling out a well worn Tupperware bowl-
• "Now, Had to improvise is bit- since Not many of my ingredients in this neck of the woods so I did so?' Pastalaya and found ya a le Boudin to have later"
• You say proudly showing off your lunch. Alejandro nodding also impressed- Before the two of you switch lunches and sit together to eat happily.
• It didn't take a genius for others to figure out you were buddy buddy with the Colonel- While some didn't like it, most warmed up to you and stared in your joy and willingness to expand-
• While you let anyone else know clearly they could go fuck themselves-
• However Alejandro was always your ride or die.
• The two of you shit talk for hours while eating... Half the time Not even understanding each other as you share new insults and curse words.
• He was your best friend, and you his-
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Froggie's (Almost) Very Productive Day
I try to fit as many out-and-about chores as possible into a single day so I only have one set of post-exertional malaise consequences instead of consequences after each day of doing a thing. So any time I decide to drive, I try to find several tasks to accomplish all at once.
My first stop was the Family Services Division in the hopes of getting some help with grocery bills. I am making ends meet, but it seems to be getting harder each month. And maybe I could have skipped my trip to Florida and saved that money, but if I don't do something drastic for my mental health, I fear this first holiday season without a parent could send me into the darkness.
I needed to do an interview to finish applying for SNAP. I wanted to do a phone interview, but the next appointment was in January. So I went to social services where they allow walk-in appointments. I waited in a tiny plastic chair for several hours until they called my name. She yelled out "Benjamin" because when most people see "Grelle" they aren't really sure how to say it. (Rhymes with belly.)
She started my interview and it was going swimmingly at first. But then she started asking questions about the house and my inheritance and my trust. I had no idea what to tell her. It feels like a mistake now, but I have had pretty much no involvement in that process. I have no idea how it works. And I started to panic because she was acting like I was committing fraud or something by not mentioning the trust. But the entire point of the trust was to protect my benefits. Nothing is mine. I own nothing. I have no access. But I had no idea how to explain that.
Maybe my lawyer can help me apply, but I did not want them investigating everything and screwing things up before we even have the estate through probate. We specifically hired a lawyer and went through this convoluted process to make sure everything was on the up and up. But she really made me feel like I was doing something wrong. And that made me panic, which probably made me look even more guilty of something. So I just canceled everything and left.
After a few hours in a crowded government office, I decided to head to a different crowded government office.
I know I didn't need it until 2025, but I decided to go ahead and get my Real ID thingie before my first flight. I was kind of hoping they'd retake my picture because my current driver's license is... well...
And I'm so glad they took my big terrible picture and made it into a smaller, more terrible picture.
People complain about the DMV, but the one near me runs like a machine. It was filled with people and I still only had a 10 minute wait time.
I'm starting to wonder if all of those 80s comedians who were all, "What's the deal with the DMV?" were exaggerating.
Good stuff, Jerry.
I head up to the counter and ask for a Real ID. She asks for two pieces of mail and my birth certificate.
And this disappointed me a little bit.
I did my research. I went to the Real ID website and used their interactive guide to figure out exactly which documents I would need. They gave me this entire checklist and I printed it out and went through all my records and mail trying to find everything.
I had to wait a week for my internet bill to come because it's the only thing I forgot to change to paperless. This took a lot of effort and I was ready to be validated for being so prepared.
And she asks for two pieces of mail.
Any mail.
So I was off to get new tires.
Driving around on 8 year old bald tires was giving me anxiety. I didn't have the money for new tires, but I remember the guy saying they had financing. Recently several of my past debts went past the statute of limitations, and so my credit score lifted itself out of the pits of "poor" and into the realm of "fair." So I decided to take a chance and apply for a Discount Tire credit card. It's a 6 month payment plan with no interest, so that didn't feel as predatory as all the credit card offers I get in the mail with 8000% interest.
We started going through the approval process and I was answering all of the questions and then I saw the name of the bank offering the credit. It was the same bank that tried to sue me and also the bank that can longer collect due to the statute. I was worried they put me on some sort of list and would deny me. But, to my surprise, they approved me instantly. And wouldn't you know it, they gave me almost exactly the amount needed for a new set of tires.
I'm hoping we'll be doing another auction of the house stuff soon, so I plan to pay off the card and then cancel it, but this was the only solution I could come up with to drive safely until then.
I was having a weird day where photos of crusty rich wide dudes followed me everywhere I went. Here is my good ol' boy governor at the entrance to social services.
And at the tire place, I noticed this fella...
Why does every rich CEO think they are a font of wisdom capable of creating compelling quotes?
Does he think no one has ever said "work hard" and "have fun"? And after he said this was he like...
"That's gold, put that in *every* store."
"Oh, and use that picture of me where it looks like a handsome gal just grabbed my undercarriage."
He probably thinks, "Well, no one has put these specific generic platitudes together into a single mega-platitude. I am a genius."
"Be honest, work hard, have fun, be grateful, pay it forward" sounds like he had a bunch of motivational posters on his wall and started reading them all at once.
Like, every line could have a picture of an eagle above it.
In any case, the guy at the tire store, Dakota, was really nice. He made the experience very low anxiety. And he really liked my Thor's Hammer keychain with built in fidget spinner.
He went around showing it to all his coworkers. "Look, it even spins!" And they were like, "Dude, where did you get that??" And I was like, "Amazon." Now I'm just imagining 10 dudes at a tire store all fidgeting their hammers.
As nice as he was, Dakota was still a salesman and had a job to do. He gave me two tire options and tried to upsell me. The cheapest tires had a "1" rating for winter. He said they get "super hard" in the cold... I tried not to giggle. But I explained I drive about twice a month and mostly to the grocery store. If it is a bad winter day, I'll just wait or get delivery. He understood and set me up with the cheaper tires.
He then checked out my car and noticed my tire pressure sensors were dying. I keep getting a warning light on my dash. Apparently they all have tiny batteries in them that die after 7 years. And you can't just replace the batteries so you have to install brand new sensors.
And this is where my social anxiety got me into trouble.
I don't actually need these sensors. They are usually inaccurate. I prefer to test my tires with an actual gauge. But I got so caught up in his sales pitch that I agreed to replace them... at $60 each. For that I could have gotten the fancier tires. I really don't care if an orange light shows up on my dash. And I looked up the price online and a pack of 4 is $30. Though that is without installation.
But still... I wasn't thinking and he was so nice that I was just like, "I want to please Dakota. Saying no might make Dakota sad." Dakota's job is selling me but that doesn't mean I have to buy anything. He would live if I had said "no thanks."
To make my blunder more blunderous, when they finished the tires he asked for my key fob. And it decided that was the time for the battery to die. And in order to reset the system for the new tire pressure sensors, you have to press two buttons on the fob for 7 seconds. Thankfully I had a spare fob at home, but if I want my fancy new $240 sensors to work, I have to return to Dakota and have him initialize them.
I really hope these are the Cadillac of sensors.
Or, like, the ones they use on Cadillacs?
They better be accurate, is what I'm saying.
I do feel safer with new tires. So I am glad I did that. And I gave them a good obligatory kick and felt the tread. They seem nice enough even if they get boners in the winter. It's crazy how bald my other tires were in comparison. Like, I can fit half my finger down into the tread on the new ones—which did not get them super hard.
The way I drive, I probably won't wear them down. They'll probably start to rot before I do.
Before I do, meaning before I wear them down.
Not before I rot.
I am not in a rotting competition with my tires.
I was then off to Sam's. I decided all of my hard work accomplishing 2 out of 3 goals deserved some sushi. So I grabbed some California Rolls and headed home. On my way out, a Hummer and a Porsche nearly collided in the parking lot. And they sort of got stuck facing each other. One of them needed to back up and they both signaled at each other like "You back up, I'm not backing up." And it was just this weird standoff between the two douchiest looking cars you could imagine.
I mean, you have to be a douche to drive a Hummer.
I still remember the mystery Hummer dialysis patient from when my dad was going 3 time per week. We could never figure out who owned the Hummer, but we knew it was not the underpaid nurses and techs. So it had to be one of the patients. And none of them seemed the type. We never solved that mystery.
That hummer started off a delightful safety yellow. (Elon would cry.)
They decided this wasn't extra enough... so they did this...
Katrina and I could never decide... are these cow spots or the world's least effective camoflauge?
There was another patient who drove this old beater...
And I loved seeing this car because we had the same one when I was a little kid. I'm afraid the aesthetics of the 1980s Caprice Classic did not stand the test of time, but it had great sentimental appeal for me.
But this maroon beast that squeaked and sputtered its way from here to there belonged to a very sweet older gentleman. Sometimes he and my dad would be dialysis buddies—sitting next to each other in the recliners. And the worst thing about dialysis was the boredom. All you have to do is watch broadcast TV with 4 channels.
All of the TVs require headphones. They give you your own set of super cheap headphones in the dialysis welcome bag. They were very uncomfortable so I ordered my dad better ones with cushioned ear cups.
His dialysis buddy noticed them and thought they looked nice. And then he revealed that his free headphones broke and he didn't know how to get new ones. He had been watching TV with no sound for weeks. So, I bought another pair with the soft ear cups and my dad gave them to his friend. And it just made me happy imagining the two of them watching The Price is Right in matching headphones.
I do have to make fun of this sweet old man a little bit. When I walked passed his car I noticed he implemented the world's most effective anti-theft device ever created.
That's right... The Club™.
If someone decides they have to have a 40 year old car with an engine that sounds like a dying hyena and a hubcap missing... they are out of luck.
But hey, you gotta protect what is important to you. And if I needed a getaway car and my choices were between his beater and the Cow Hummer, I'd take his ride for sure.
Well, I'd try... and then get arrested because The Club™ is undefeatable.
Do NOT look that up on YouTube. It's 100% true.
(And the Lock Picking Lawyer doesn't count due to him being able to break into Fort Knox with a paperclip and then doing it again to make sure it isn't a fluke.)
The dialysis center is in the same complex as my local Tolerable Schnucks and I still see that maroon boat of a car every once in a while. I always smile whenever it is there because it lets me know he is hanging in there and hopefully still has sound for his TV.
Wow, I went off on a mega-tangent.
I didn't even finish talking about my day. Where was I? Oh, the douche standoff finally ended. The Porsche Douche capitulated and backed up. Probably due to the fact the Hummer Douche has 0 visibility behind him.
When I got home I started devouring my sushi. I finally heard back from my lawyer. He submitted the last of the evidence for my appeal. And I was finally able to confirm he got the records of my ECT treatments from 20 years ago. I worked so hard to get those. At first, they forgot to send all records before 2011. I had to call back and figure that out. They shipped them and they didn't arrive until a week before we had to file. Everything was so last minute and my anxiety has been... palpable. It felt like when I did my science fair project on Sunday night.
He's hoping to get a decision at the beginning of next year. He warned me that these appeals are usually rejected. And that the most effective method of approval was a hearing in front of an administrative law judge. But that could be delayed by up to a year. So I might need to figure out how to survive until 2025. As long as my brother does what he is legally required to do, I should be okay. But counting on that also gives me palpable anxiety.
And that was my day.
Every time I go out is always an adventure.
But remember...
BE NICE.
EAT YOUR VEGGIES.
PET CUTE DOGS.
DREAM BIG.
KEEP YOUR TIRES WARM... FOR REASONS.
5 LIFE LESSONS
-Froggie, Mildly Famous Internet Person
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little nightmare
Morpheus x Reader
Run-through: Sometimes, though it is extremely rare, Lord Morpheus’ creations don’t go according to plan. And you were an example of that. You were meant to be a Nightmare but somewhere something went wrong and you ended up being a constant pain in his ass instead. You were uncontainable and you made it your life’s mission to annoy the King of Nightmares. And Morpheus, though cold, was not heartless so he couldn’t even bring himself to get rid of you - his accidental, beautiful but bratty creation. He could, however, punish you for your antics.
Themes: smut, bratty!reader, dom!morpheus, explicit language, spanking, fluff?
a/n: tag list for morpheus is always open :)
Very few had the nerve, or even dared to disobey the Dream of the Endless. You were one of those who went against everything he said, shamelessly.
Given you were a nightmare, it is understood that you wouldn’t be the nicest, or easiest to deal with. After all, nightmares were meant to be painful to deal with. But you surprised even the King of Nightmares at times.
“You know you are not allowed in my throne room, and yet I find you in here every single day. Is it that hard to do what you’re told?”
You turned your head to the side at the sound of his alluring, dangerous voice and you found him standing just a few feet away from where you sat. “No, but it sure is boring.” You stated, smirking up at him, earning a cold glare from Morpheus.
“Get up.” He said, standing so still that he looked like a marble statue.
You remained planted there on his throne and said, “No, I’m rather comfortable.”
After a few seconds of silence Morpheus said, “I am not in the mood to deal with-,”
You cut him off, rolling your eyes at him, “Yes, yes not in the mood to deal with me being a brat, blah blah blah. It’s always the same with you, my Lord. If you didn’t want me here you should’ve never made me in the first place.” You stated like it was a fact.
“Yes.” He agreed, “That was a mistake.” He said, sounding as cold as ever. “Now get up. Go annoy someone else. I have work.”
You frowned at him, “But no one ever wants to be around me. Lucienne chases me out of her library, Gregory is gone, and all the other-,”
He cut you off, “I do not care. Just leave me alone.”
“Rude.” You pouted, huffing as you got off his seat. Before you got down the many stairs, you turned to look at him. And he almost rolled his eyes again as you said, “I’m leaving, for now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Morpheus didn’t say a word. He just watched you as you walked down the stairs, your pretty black dress trailing behind you. He shook his head gently. You could be so annoying at times, but you were so adorable - not that he’d ever admit it to anyone - that he couldn’t help but overlook your mischief.
You were an enigma. He made you, but even he had trouble figuring you out at times. Some days you’d tone down the brattiness, other days you’d find yourself in ridiculous situations and then talk back fearlessly when he pointed it out.
Each time Morpheus saw you, you were always in dark and flowy dresses. Some days when you roamed around aimlessly in his castle, you reminded him of a gothic princess. Beautiful, mysterious and enchanting.
He could get rid of you permanently if he wanted to - and as frequently suggested by Lucienne - but as much as Morpheus hated to admit it, he knew that his days would become somewhat monotonous without you around to cause some trouble. Your banters, your brattiness - it was all part of his routine now.
—
Like promised, you were there to annoy him the next day. Except he wasn’t on his throne, he was looking out of the stained glass behind it. With a frown on his face and an arrogant pout on his lips which suited him so well.
“Uh oh, is this a bad time?” You teased him, “Am I interrupting some-,”
He cut you off by turning to face you with a serious look on his face. “What did I say about you going to the waking world without my permission?”
Shit. Of course he found out about your fun little trip to the waking world last night. You shrugged, “The other nightmares get to go. Why can’t I?”
“They go because they have to fulfil their duties.” Morpheus was using that tone which meant that he was not to be messed with.
But that never bothered you. So you argued, “What about me? I never get to do anything, I-,”
“And for good reason.” Morpheus said, his voice dangerously low.
You frowned. “That’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not.” He said, “And you better stop disobeying me like this. If I ever find out that you have been out and about when you shouldn’t, I will personally drag you back to The Dreaming if I have to.”
Oh that tone of his irritated you. You scoffed, “If you’re that worried why not just use your precious jewel and get rid of me then? But you won’t do that, would you? Because getting rid of me would mean that you’d have to admit you made a mistake while making me. And you’re too arrogant to ever admit that.”
Your words made the silence which followed heavy. Morpheus just watched you with that poker face of his which could make one tremble in fear. But you stood your ground. You always had.
A few moments later, he spoke up. He took a few steps towards you and stopped just mere inches away from your body. He sounded like he growled as he said slowly to ensure that the words stuck, “Watch your mouth, little nightmare. Know your place, and most of all, do not forget who you are talking to.” He still had that damned pout on his damned irresistible mouth.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little afraid of that tone of his. You would also be lying if you said that his words didn’t send a shiver down your spine which ended right in between your legs. Making your body throb and making you squeeze your thighs together under the dress.
With the faint smirk on Morpheus’ lips, something told you that he knew. He knew about the way your body reacted to him using his authority.
You finally spoke up. “I apologise, my Lord.” And for the first time ever, you apologised for your behaviour.
Morpheus didn’t let it show, but he was certainly surprised at the sound of apology coming from your lips. And he knew that only more trouble would follow. Because a devilish nightmare like you could not be contained.
And you did it again. One night, you fled The Dreaming. And the moment Morpheus was alerted, he travelled to the waking world in search of you.
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There you were, up to no good - partying in the waking world at some random club. You didn’t even care what time it was, or when you were meant to return back to The Dreaming. You scoffed just thinking about it, nobody wanted you there anyway.
You needed some air after a while, so you stepped outside. And you thought of Morpheus as you pushed the heavy doors which led to the alley behind the club.
You scoffed again, speaking out loud to yourself, “Who is he to tell me what to do?” You leaned against the cold metal doors and took a deep breath, “He can sit on his throne and brood all day and all night, and… and, he can be all ‘I am Dream of the Endless and you should fear me for I will give you nightmares for the rest of your insignificant life if you do not bow down and kiss the ground I walk on’” You mimicked Morpheus in the deepest voice you could muster.
But then… “Do I truly sound like that?” A voice spoke up from nearby. The alley was dark, and dimly lit. But you could easily tell it was Morpheus. Who else would it be? You sighed in defeat, not daring to look up and meet his eyes.
You groaned in defeat. Instead of talking back like you normally do, you stayed quiet. Because you knew that no matter what, you would surely be punished for what you’ve done. Even when being a brat just for the sake of pissing Morpheus off, you knew that what you’d done was bad. Irresponsible and possibly dangerous.
“Just… just do it. Use your fancy stone and turn me into a pile of sand already.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and stared at the ground.
He was quiet, then took a few steps towards you and he was weirdly calm as he asked, “Why?”
“Why?” You let out a dry chuckle. “Because I’m useless.”
“Do you truly think so?”
“I’m not a nightmare. Not a proper one. I’m definitely not a dream. I know you’ll never admit it, but what I am is a mistake. You did something wrong and I came to be and now you don’t know what to do with me.” You finally faced him, with defiance all over your face which he knew all too well. “So either get rid of me, or fix me.” You demanded.
Morpheus was quiet, as still as ever. He waited for a moment then said, “You do not get to tell me what to do, or give me an ultimatum of any kind.” His voice did that thing where it went as cold and dark as night. Morpheus approached you, steadily and slowly - making your heart raced with each step he took in those boots. His smoky voice spoke up again, “I will not get rid of you nor will I fix you because you do not need it. I will, however, punish you for defying me.”
You scoffed in the face of the King of Nightmares. “What punishment, exile?”
Morpheus smirked. A rare occurrence really. And just as lethal as it was rare. “No,” He whispered, wrapping his long fingers around one of your wrists. Then tightened his grip slightly to prevent you from running. “Let’s go home, little nightmare. Your punishment is long overdue.”
The timbre of his voice made you tremble just a bit. And before you knew it, you were both in Morpheus’ throne room.
“Didn’t you tell me never to step foot in here ever again?” You asked.
Morpheus went ahead and sat down on his throne, looking at you standing just a few feet away from him. “Yes, but when have you ever obeyed?”
You stood there not knowing what to do. Something was different about Morpheus tonight. His eyes, his demeanour. His voice, his stance - it all seemed… darker. And it was not just because there was no other light in the room other than the moonlight coming through the stained glass in abundance. It made the room silvery but the lighting was not what made Morpheus seem more sombre than usual. It was something else.
And the air was thick with tension.
“Why are we here at this-,”
He stopped you with an authoritative hand gesture, then said, with a voice low and dangerous, “I ask the questions. Starting with what do you think you’re wearing?” His eyes trailed down your body, slowly, taking in the short, black party dress, the see-through tights, the sexy boots, and all the metal accessories. “You look more like you belong in Lucifer’s realm than mine.”
You gave him what can only be described as a bratty smirk. “Now that I think about it, maybe that’s where I belong. With Lucifer. After all, that’s where all aberrations belong, isn’t it?”
You could’ve sworn Morpheus growled at the sound of that. At the sound of you leaving, like you were not allowed to. Then with a voice which can both console and scar he said, “What I create belongs to me, dreams and nightmares alike.” He paused then added, sending shivers down your spine, “You belong to me.”
You let those words sink in. His. His. His.
“You’ve been rather deviant lately,” He spoke like a bored monarch. “And everyone in the realm has been telling me that I should keep you in line. That you need to be disciplined. That you never do as you’re told.”
He was chastising you and yet… it made you clench your thighs together. And with the way his eyes followed the subtle movement which your short dress did nothing to hide from his stare, you knew he knew it too.
Morpheus kept talking, “For too long I’ve ignored them, thinking that you’d mend your ways. But it seems, little nightmare, that you are indeed in need of… a firm hand.”
You shivered. And it wasn’t just because of his words, or that seductive voice of his. It was the anticipation. The excitement mixed with the fear of what’s to come.
“Come,” Morpheus said, softly. Manspreading arrogantly on his throne, he said, “Bend over my lap.”
You blurted out, “What?” Heart racing, fists clenching and your body throbbing.
He smirked. Those perfect, kissable pink lips forming the most infuriating but pretty smirk you’d ever seen, “You heard me. On my lap, now.”
Your body moved on its own. Stepping closer to Morpheus, eyeing his lap in lust and excitement, but also nervousness. There was no ‘non-awkward’ way of doing this, so you moved as gracefully as you could and arranged yourself over his lap. Your face closer to the ground as you balanced yourself over his knees. Your dress rode all the way up in this position, surely exposing your butt. You waited. Exposed and a little shy now.
Morpheus was quiet, unmoving save for his warm hands massaging your exposed butt cheeks through the thin tights. You almost moaned just at his touch. He groped and pinched and petted your flesh like it was his to play with.
“I want you to count for me.” He said. “And I will stop the moment you tell me you cannot take it anymore. Understood?”
“Understood.” You said, your voice sounding a little different given the position. That, and you were breathless already. Your words earned you an unexpected smack on your ass.
“Try again.” He hissed.
Fuck. “Understood, my Lord.”
“Good.” He whispered, lifting the hem of your dress and exposing even more of your butt to him. He was so very quiet that you didn’t know when to brace for the spank. Then again, his throne room was always quiet.
You waited. Silence. You waited some more. More silence. Just the faint sound of his fingers brushing against your tight-covered flesh. Silence. And then a tear of stretchy fabric. You gasped.
Morpheus had torn your tights, exposing your bare flesh to him. Then, before you could fully process it or question him, he lifted his hand up in the air and brought it down to spank your ass.
You yelped, “Ow!”
Morpheus spoke in that deep voice which lured people into his realm each night. “I said, count.”
“Okay, okay. One.” you muttered, more like hissed since the spank hurt a little. But it also left behind pleasant tingles.
“You’d better start counting properly or I will start all over again. We have to get till ten, you understand?”
You exhaled, loudly. “Yes.” You said it in that bratty tone Morpheus knew very well. Then, you felt a pinch on your butt. Which made you yelp again, “I mean yes, my Lord.”
“Good.” He said with a voice that made your heart flutter. “Now count.”
He spanked your ass again, allowing his hand to linger on your skin a little longer this time, caressing where his hand landed. You whined, then said, “Two.” You could feel warmth all over your body.
And it wasn’t just the borderline humiliating position that left you all open and exposed for him. It wasn’t the fact that you were both in his throne room, where he normally dealt with serious matters - matters which required his attention way more than a bratty nightmare.
It was just him. His calculated actions, his words, his voice, his body language. It was knowing that that lean, taut body focused solely on you. And you couldn’t see his face but you knew he had to have that slight pout on his soft, pink lips which made him look so kissable even when he was all dark and broody.
“My Lord…” You gasped, “Please. I’m sorry.” You whined again, wiggling just a bit on his lap.
Morpheus placed a hand at the back of your neck, squeezing just a little. Like he was letting you know that ‘look, you’re at my mercy and I can touch you here as well if I want to’. It only made you wiggle even more.
“Oh?” He taunted. “So now you apologise?” He said, pinching your butt again. Followed by another spank. “Now you’re sorry?”
“Three.” You said, almost moaning at how good the sting felt, and heard him chuckle quietly under his breath. “Please… please,” You murmured.
“You want me to stop?” He asked.
To which you replied quickly, “No, no. I just…”
“What?” He asked in that very Morpheus ‘no bullshit’ voice.
Your face burned as you said, “I want to come, please.”
Morpheus made a sound, something between a loud exhale and a pleased hum. “I see that.” He said, his fingers trailing down towards your wet folds where he could truly see how badly you wanted to come. “You’re all wet down here,” he said, stroking your folds. “But you can’t have your way so easily, can you, little nightmare?” He cooed and lifted his hand and spanked you again.
“Four.” You whined, sighing in pleasure as he spanked you one more time, hitting the same spot on your butt, “Five.” Then another one, “Six.” You were wiggling so much that Morpheus had to hold your body down with one arm while spanking you with the other.
“Stop moving so much, or I will stop.” He threatened.
“No!” You protested, “Please, don’t. Don’t stop.” You unconsciously pushed your ass up in the air and Mourpheus almost chuckled at your excitement. Almost.
Instead he spoke, while lazily rubbing the tip of his fingers up and down your wet slit making you shiver, “Maybe I should stop. And send you away for the night. You’ve been so bad lately, maybe you do not even deserve my attention.”
That only made you want to grind against him even more, moaning just at the sound of his voice. “No…” You murmured quietly, “No, please. I want more.”
“Very well then.” He said, and spanked you again.
You hissed and moaned, mumbling, “Seven.” His spanks stung a little more now, but it was the kind of pain you wanted more of. You whimpered in pleasure and pain as his hand came down on your ass again, “Eight.” And again, “Nine.”
“Good. Very good, little nightmare.” Morpheus said, his fingers moving downwards to play with your clit again. “Are you ready for the last one?”
His voice made your whole body tingle. It was addictive and you were breathless, “Yes, please.”
He grunted as he spanked you one last time. “Ten.” You said finally, moaning shamelessly on his lap all exposed.
“Up.” Was all he said, lifting both his hands off of your body and waiting for you to get up.
You did, quickly. And before you stood up fully, Morpheus pulled you onto his lap again but with you straddling him on his throne this time. You winced as your sore butt brushed against the fabric of your dress.
“Ow.” You mumbled as he guided his hands over to your butt again, caressing it through the dress.
“Does that hurt?” He asked almost like he was teasing you, looking deep into your eyes.
You nodded, whimpering as he grabbed your hips and ground you against him. Not only did the movement make your butt sting even more, but it also teased your throbbing clit as you pressed against his erection.
You moaned and whispered with tears of frustration in your eyes, “Please…” Your hands found themselves against the fabric of his coat, and slowly you slid your hands beneath it, seeking the warmth of his powerful body. “Please,” You murmured again, looking into his piercing eyes.
Morpheus looked down to where your thighs parted as you straddled him. You both looked down then, watching his hands rub up and down your exposed inner thighs. It was more arousing than anything, watching his hands run up and down your skin like that, like he owned it and it was his to touch.
“You want to come?” He asked, his voice so deep that you felt the vibrations of the sound of it against your palms that were currently pressed against his chest through the material of his dark clothes.
You nodded.
“Go on then,” Morpheus said, “Make yourself come.” He pointed down to his erection and you almost whined in displeasure.
Of course, of course he would make you do all the work. This was punishment after all. So you did. Your hands reached down in between your bodies and eagerly, rapidly undid his pants to free his cock.
You whimpered under your breath at the sight of him, then you went on to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking his hard cock, making him throw his head back and grunt under his breath.
“Go on, you little troublemaker. Put it in.” Morpheus said - more like ordered.
You lifted your lower body off his, pulled your torn tights and underwear to the side and slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, earning quiet moans and groans out of both of you as you sank down on him. You were wet enough for his cock to slide in, but your body still resisted just a little bit, enough for him to have to thrust up the tiniest bit for it to fully fill you up.
And you gasped as he did. You looked at him, his head tilted back a little, his hands resting on either side of your waist. His pretty lips parted just a little, and you couldn’t resist leaning in and sliding your tongue into his mouth. You moaned against his lips, stroking the top of his mouth as you lifted up and sank back down on his cock.
Morpheus growled into your mouth, his hands rubbed up and down your thighs again as he urged you to move. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, feeling you beginning to squirm against him, “Well go on, fuck me.” He grabbed your hips in place and gently thrust his hips up and you moaned wantonly as you felt him fill you up.
You moved against him so deliciously; lifting your lower body just the slightest, before sliding back down on his cock, you whimpered as you felt him snug inside of you each time. The tip of his cock reaching sensitive places you never knew existed. It gave you a warm rush just thinking about where you were and who you were fucking.
You whined, feeling him stretch you out each time you moved up and down his cock. “Morpheus… please,” You gasped as his hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed the swollen bud lazily. “Oh…”
“You see, little nightmare? See how well behaved and polite you are after being punished?” He taunted you while you lost your mind each time you lowered yourself down on him. “Maybe we should’ve done this long ago, right when you began misbehaving.” His voice sent chills down your back.
So you moved faster, impaling yourself down on his cock and whimpering shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust.
“But now? Your bad behaviour will no longer be tolerated.” Morpheus said, watching you as you sped up even more, riding his cock like you couldn’t bear not to. He caught the way you winced every now and then each time you felt the sting of his previous spanks, and a twisted part of him loved it.
It was weirdly arousing to see the contrast in your appearances; him still clothed with his cock out, and you with your outfit ill-fitted on your body, your tights torn and your underwear pushed to the side carelessly just to fit him inside you. You, straddling his lap and desperately fucking yourself on his cock while he sat back on his throne like a god and did nothing but watch you lose your mind to the pleasure.
“I suppose we will find ourselves in this very situation time and time again if you keep acting up like you normally do.”
His words had you groaning and whining as you took more of him. The thought of doing this again… oh it excited you more than anything. Your lips brushed against his each time you moved up and down his cock, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his eyes.
You couldn’t help but speak out the thoughts of your lust-drunk mind, “Your cock… feels so good,” you mumbled, worried that he might just use that against you and deny you the orgasm you’ve worked so hard for.
“Do it now?” He teased, maintaining his arrogant calm and composure even as you fucked yourself on his cock. “Show me how good, come all over it for me.” He growled in that voice that felt cold and menacing, but also erotic.
And you did. Moaning and whimpering, squirming and whining. His deep voice encouraged you as you rode him. You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and Morpheus, finally, kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you did.
Morpheus came right after you, groaning and spilling inside of you and filling you up as you trembled and squirmed against him. You caught your breath, leaning forward and pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath.
He let you use his body for comfort, let you rub your face against his neck like a kitten. Let you kiss up his neck and jaw and his mouth. All while he had a faint smile on his face as he looked down at you, still a bratty mess on his lap.
“Will you behave now? Or at least try to?” He asked the moment you pulled away from his lips.
You stared deep into his eyes as you said, “I will try. Only if you promise to punish me again when I don’t.”
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Could you please post grayson x reader dating headcanons?
Grayson Hawthorne dating Headcanons
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warnings: ooc!grayson, one Taylor swift reference but none besides that, I'm pretty sure (let me know if I missed any!)
a/n: English isn't my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes
Masterlist
His love language his quality time and gift giving
you'd have a sleep over every few weeks
you would stay up late and do different activities like reading, watching movies or just gossip and talk about everything
he would always do many little different things that show that he cares about you
they would be little things like always keeping your favorite pillow fluffy or always having your favorite drinks and snacks in stock
he would annotate books for you and write a two page review on it
he would read your favorite books immediately after you read them so you have someone to talk about the book
he'll always have your favorite book/your current read on him on road trips incase you get bored and forget it
he spoils you ROTTEN
he'd buy you your favorite things, whatever you desire be it vinyls, books or plushies
he takes you on shopping trips where you drag him into the book store
he'll listen to your rambling about your favorite books, and books that you want to read
he secretly takes a picture of every book that you look at so he can gift them to you
he'll buy you the call it what you want necklace <33
"not because I own you but 'cause I really know you"
you MELTED on the spot
you'd get him a polaroid camera and he would always gift you hs favorite photos
you somehow convince him to post some of his photos on Pinterest
he does it anonymously tho
his Pinterest page would blow up and all the booktok girlies would use his pictures in one of these "convincing you to read this book by its aesthetic"
most of his pictures that he publishes on Pinterest are candids of you tho
dancing together<33
he would also teach you how to take professional pictures, if you don't know how to
every time you want a photo of you for your instagram account or just because you like how your outfit looks right now, he'll be ready to make a whole photoshoot on the street
he always take the most perfect pictures of you and you have so many perfect photos of yourself
he would love to teach you how to dance, if you don't know how to
he is a perfectionist so It could be a bit hard to learn it with him
"not like this, you stepped on my foot for the second time already"
"I guess your teaching skills are just really bad"
"or you're just a really bad student"
he'd love to teach you things and you would teach him skills that you are good at in reward
he would also teach you how to fight with a sword because why not
you would teach him things in reward that you are good at and he isn't
for example if you are good at crochet you would teach him that
"no, you have to hold your fingers like this"
"but I AM holding my fingers like you are holding yours"
but he eventually figures out how to do it after an hour or so
he immediately is perfect in it after he figured it out and he is able to crochet a perfect sweater after only TWO DAYS of learning it
one day you go to built a bear and make a bear that always reminds you of each other
you guys also use this function where you can take a audio
you record an audio of each other and put it in the bear of the other one
every time you are aways from each other and miss you, you listen to it
sneaking out to the pool at night together<33
he has a soft spot for you so when his brothers find out who gets him smiling at his phone like that they immediately want to meet you
this is very important for Grayson because his family is such a important thing in his life and he just wants you do get along but is scared because his brothers can be big idiots sometimes
but his worries are not coming real
you get super well along with his brothers and become besties
you get along the best besides Grayson of course with Xander
he's just amazing and makes a "welcoming karaoke" as he calls it
you and Grayson sing a duet
you two would also pull pranks at this brothers
taking morning walks together <33
you would always pick tiny flowers from the garden and put them in his hair
HE LOOKS ADORABLE WITH THEM
building lego flowers is not a rare activity for you guys
you would always meet for the afternoon and plan the rest of the whole day for the building of lego flowers
you guys whole room is full of lego flowers
you also would also play chess together
he definitely has a goodreads account
you are his only friend on there because he refuses to accept any other people
he's the first one to like your updates and reviews
in overall dating Grayson would be like the cutest things in the whole world<33
#grayson hawthorne#hawthorne#grayson x reader#grayson hawthorne x reader#x reader#reader insert#the inheritance games#jennifer lynn barnes#the inheritance games fan fiction#fanficton#the inheritance games x reader#jameson hawthorne#xander hawthorne#nash hawthorne#taylor swift#call it what you want#the final gambit#the hawthorne legacy#the hawthorne brothers
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Online Matchup 8
Summery: It’s Halloween and y/n’s hosting a party that she doesn’t even want. But not to fear, Jason’s there with an escape plan.
Warning: mistakes, alcohol, tipsy!reader, tired Jason, Ellie’s done with her siblings bullshit.
A/N: So sorry for the wait. I got overwhelmed with how many wips I have and stopped writing for a bit, and it doesn’t help that I don’t have internet. So, that’s fun. Hope you enjoy though! Chapter nine should be on its way soon.
Feedback is welcomed!
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October 31
Ellie (7:30 am)
YOU WENT TO A GALA
WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND
AND DIDN’T TELL ME
Y/N
Not my boyfriend
Shouldn’t you be in school?
Ellie
Not yet anyways
Don’t worry about it
So?
Y/N
It was two days ago, Ellie
It was a last minute decision
Didn’t really have time to tell you anything
Ellie
Could have told me after
Or yesterday
But no, I find out from Conner who found out from Clark
Y/N
Who?
Ellie
Clark Kent
Conner’s uncle
Also Bruce Wayne’s best friend but I have doubts
Y/N
How? You’ve never met Bruce
Ellie
True, but the stories Conner told me about
Anyways, we’re not talking about that
We’re talking about you and going out with Jason
Looking all fancy and rubbing elbows with the rich
Y/N
Ew
Did you have to word it like that?
Ellie
Did you meet his family?
Y/N
…
Ellie
YOU DID
Tell me, are they as intimidating as Conner makes them out to be?
Y/N
They’re all dorks and you would fit right in
Trust me
They’re very curious and protective of Jason
But they’re good people
I like them
Ellie
Don’t let Jason hear you say that
Or he might think you’ll leave him
Y/N
Ellie, what the fuck
Ellie
That wasn’t me I swear
Y/N
Fuck off conner
If you want to talk to me use your own phone
Ellie
This is the type of relationship you two have, isn't it?
Y/N
You’ll have no peace, sorry
Ellie
Damn
So, how'd it go?
Y/N
Fine
His brothers hounded me with questions
Bruce made a speech about jason
And then we left to get some burgers
Ellie
You’re the worst at telling stories
Y/N
I don’t know what you want me to say
Ellie
You’re feelings about how in love you are with Jason
Y/N
I’m not having this conversation with Conner reading over your shoulder
Ellie
Boo you’re no fun
Y/N
Suck it Ellie
Jason (1:39 pm)
How’s it going today?
Y/N
I am not the biggest fan of Halloween
I’ve had three different people scare me today on campus
Tripped over some decorations
And my friend is bugging me for a key so she can decorate my apartment once her last class is finished
I don’t know why she needs my key, she has her own
Jason
Yikes
Y/N
Yikes doesn’t even cover half of it
I’m half tempted to hide in the library and not go to the party
Jason
But it’s your apartment
Y/n
That’s the worst thing!
I shouldn’t have agreed to throwing it there
I want sleep
Jason
I don’t think I’ve seen you sleep at a normal time
Y/N
You’re one to talk
You’re up at the oddest hours
I’m not surprised anymore when you text me at like 2 in the morning
Jason
Fair
You can always come sleep with me when you’ve had enough
Y/n
Sir, I’m not that kind of person
Jason
That is not what I meant
You know that
Y/n
Do I though?
Jason
Y/n I swear to god
Y/n
They’re your words, Jason
Do better
Jason
Sometimes, I hate
Y/n
No you don’t
Jason
No I don’t
What I mean is, you can always stay the night at my place.
To sleep, can even have the couch since that’s were you sleep most of the time
Y/n
I want to be offended
But your right
Jason
Aren’t I always?
Y/n
No
With the party in full swing, and friends practically drunk, you hadn’t had the chance to look at your phone.
Now hiding in your room a few hours later, you grabbed it and went through your notifications. Nothing too important until you said Jason’s text asking to call you. But it was sent at five, and you were pretty sure he meant then instead of now.
But curiosity got the better of you, and you called.
“Hey Jason,” Barbara’s voice cut through the line, distracting Jason a little. He grunted in reply, and retreated behind the dumpster. “Someone named Y/N is calling. What do you want me to do?”
“Put it through,” Jason answered, looking around the dumpster to see how many were left. Three were left, shouldn’t be a problem.
“Are you sure?”
“It’ll be fine,” he said and Barbara hummed before connecting the call. “Hey Little Bird. What’s up?”
“I don’t know, you were the one who wanted me to call you,” you answered. Jason furrowed his eyebrows.
“I don’t think so,” he said, moving to shoot the one standing up. He winced at the sound and hoped you didn’t hear it.
“Mm, pretty sure you did,” you said, and he heard movement from your end. As if you moved the one on away from your face. “Yeah, seven-forty you said call me.”
“That was four hours ago,” he reminded, and smiled when you laughed.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy with a party and all,” you said and he can picture you shrugging. “This a bad time?”
He took a moment to answer as he ducked down when the other two started shooting. “Uh, don’t know.”
“Is that…is someone shooting at you?” you asked and he grimaced at the question. So much for keeping you out of this. “Jason, are you okay?”
“No, there’s no shooting. And I’m fine,” he grunted out, letting out a noise when he felt something hit his shoulder. When did he move? He faintly heard you saying something, but wasn’t quite sure. Ducking behind something else, he took a deep breath before saying, “you don’t do parties.”
“No, I don’t,” you agreed, “but, as I said, my friend is hosting the Halloween party at my place tonight.”
“It’s Halloween?” he found himself asking.
“It is. Jason, are you sure you're okay?” you asked, concern dripping in your voice.
“Peachy,” he said, staying down as the other two started shooting him. Where was the backup when you needed it? “So, how’s the party anyways? Sounds like you're having fun.”
He heard you sniff and could picture you sticking your nose in the air. “I am not having fun,” you said dryly.
“You sure? You sound drunk,” he said and laughed when you squawked.
“I don't get drunk.” Jason hummed and let the silence stretch out before you begrudgingly added, “okay. Maybe maybe I’m a little drunk.”
“Thought so,” he said, “just go to bed.”
“I can’t,” you grumble, and Jason can picture you looking at your bed longingly.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Jason, there’s a full blown party out there and I can’t sleep knowing people are trying to get in my room for a hookup.”
“Tell me you locked the doors.”
“I’m not an idiot, Jason. But that doesn’t stop them from trying to get in. Four tries since I called, and each time I tell them that the room is busy.”
“That’s not so bad.”
“Okay yeah, but I want to sleep. I’m tired.”
“If you give me twenty minutes I’ll come by to pick you up.”
“Mm, tempting. But I’m also tempted to sneak out and go to the cafe where we first met.”
“You’re not leaving the apartment alone this late at night.”
“You can’t stop me.”
“I sure as hell can try.”
“I don’t see how, given that you’re probably across town.”
“I swear to god.”
You could have sworn you heard someone laughing, but in your drunken state you weren’t sure. “Well, I mean I could make you swear for a different purpose.”
There was a choking noise coming from Jason and you smiled. “Who knew you were a flirty drunk.”
“Not drunk, tipsy,” you reminded, and slowly opened your window, hoping Jason couldn’t hear it.
“Same thing in my books,” he said. You swore when the window creaked and stilled. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you said a little too quickly.
“That sounded like a window opening,” Jason claimed, “please tell me you aren’t escaping through the window.”
“How do you know what a window opening sounds like?”
“Really? That’s your takeaway from this?”
“I mean, it’s not everyday you learn that someone knows what a window sounds like when someone opens it.”
“Did you open the window?” Jason asked, and you stayed quiet but it was an answer all the same. “Why?”
“Well I mean, there’s a fire escape like right there,” you defended, holding your phone between your cheek and shoulder. With both hands, you pushed open the window. “Ha!”
“Y/N,” Jason sighed out and you could picture him pinching his nose. Kind of like a dad when he sees his child do something stupid and questioning why they are like this. You wonder if that’s what he’s thinking about you, but you don’t care too much about that right now. “If you're going to do something like this, then keep me on the phone.”
“But won’t I disturb your family movie night?” you ask as you giggle the window screen off and slide it into your room. Once placed on the ground, you grab your keys and wallet before climbing through the window.
“I’m not watching a movie,” Jason said, confused.
“But I heard gunshots,” you reminded him, “it sounded like some western film.”
“Oh,” he said like he had forgotten. You paused on the steps, and looked up in concern when he didn’t say anything else.
“So you were getting shot at,” you questioned. Jason made a noise and you continued down the fire escape.
“No, no one was shooting at me,” Jason said, “brothers were playing a game, guess it was too loud.” You hummed as you concentrated on walking down the steps. “So, did you escape?”
“Do you want me to answer that truthfully?”
“You are, aren’t you?” Jason asked, sighing deeply.
“It’s a lot sturdier than you’d expect.”
“You say that like you’ve done this multiple times.”
“I like to sit outside sometimes,” you defended, “and sometimes I am too tired to go to the roof.”
“Why not just open a window?”
“Not the same,” you replied and kept going down the stairs.
“There’s no stopping you, huh?” Jason voiced and you kept quiet. “Just keep me on the phone while you're out at least.”
“I can do that…as long as my phone doesn’t die.”
“Do you ever charge your phone?”
“…yes.”
“I don’t believe you,” Jason teased, and you stuck out your tongue even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ll meet you at the cafe as soon as I can.”
“Might want to hurry, I think I’m going to sleep there if they let me.”
“I have no doubt,” Jason said, laughing.
“Your confidence in me is astounding.”
Your phone ended up dying halfway to the cafe, and Jason wasn’t going to let you live it down. No matter, you were almost there Jason was sure of it.
Quickly tying up the thugs he’s been dealing with while on the phone with you, Jason sent a message to Barbara before leaving.
“What? Done already?” Her basics filtered through the earpiece, surprised. “You’re never done this early. Got a date or something?”
“Or something,” he answered, starting his bike.
“Oh, come Jason!” Barbara exclaimed, “everyone else practically met them. It’s only fair that I know more. I did help you with your dating profile,” she reminded him.
Jason groaned and hung his head in defeat. “Fine! Fine,” he sighed out, ignoring the cheering in his ear. “Yes, I’m going to meet up with them after I’ve changed.”
“But I thought you were going to be out all night,” she said, “given that Y/n’s busy too.”
“Yeah, well. Plans change.”
“Are they okay?”
“Just a little tipsy and isn’t much for party’s. They just left for a cafe near town. Even though they didn’t listen when I told them not to and to wait for me. They insisted they go. So I told them I’d meet them there. Happy?”
“Extremely,” she sang, “and I’ll be even more happy when I get to meet them.”
“I will bring it up. Promise.”
“So, what was it? The motorcycle picture or the puppy that did it for the ?” Barbara teased, and Jason rolled his eyes.
“No idea, but feel free to ask when you two finally meet.”
“I have every intention to and share some stories of my own,” Barbara said and laughed as Jason groaned.
“Oh no.”
“Have fun,” she sang before signing off. Jason shook his head, and rode off back to his apartment.
A short while later, after he dropped by his apartment, he made his way to the cafe.
Parking his bike near the entrance of the building, he got off and looked through the window to see if he could spot you. He didn’t, and frowned hoping you made it safe.
Taking his helmet off, he made his way inside.
“Was wondering when you’d show up,” one of the barista’s called when he walked in.
“Traffic,” he explained, looking around. “Is Y/N here?”
He heard a sigh, and a thump from behind the counter. He turned his head to see a barista when her head was on the counter. “You okay?”
“Don’t mind her,” her coworker answered, waving his hand. “She’s just had to sit and listen to Y/N complain about school and how you were taking so long.”
“Right,” he hummed and looked towards the talk he was directed at. And there you were, head down using your arms as a pillow.
“She’s so tired it’s unreal,” May, after a quick look at her nag tag, groaned. “I can’t wait for Christmas break. That way, they can take a fucking break and sleep he break away. Between school and working, it feels like they don’t sleep.”
Jason hummed and made his way towards your table. “Hey,” he whispered once he reached you and gently placed a hand on your head. You stirred, barely lifted your head up. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“But there’s still a party there,” you groaned out, nuzzling further into your arms. “I don’t want to go back.”
“Okay. Counter offer, come to my place. Sleep there, it looks like you need it.”
That had gotten your attention as you lifted your head to glare at him. “Sir, you know just what to say to sweep a girl off their feet.”
Jason laughed and helped you up. “Come on, you’ll feel better once you get some sleep. Promise.”
“Mm,” you hummed, clutching his hand as you followed him outside, waving at the two friends as you passed by. “Bike?”
“What else?”
“It’s cold out,” you pointed out, sticking your tongue out as he set the helmet onto your head.
“Yeah, it keeps you awake though.”
“But it’s cold.”
“Why didn’t you bring your jacket?”
“It was not in the room when I made my escape,” you said, watching as he climbed onto the bike. You followed once he sat, and snaked your arms around his waist, settling your chin on his shoulder.
“You make it sound like you were held against your will,” he said, chuckling when you made a noise, stating that you practically were. “Alright, hold on tight.” That was your last warning, before he started the bike and took off.
You watched the city lights as Jason drove, in awe. You found, since moving to Gotham, that Gotham nights were much more pretty and peaceful then Metropolis. Granted, It wasn’t really safe with all the fighting and toxic gas’s being dispelled by the villain of the week. But it had its charm you fell in love with.
You shivered slightly as the cold air blew past you and felt Jason pick up the speed a little. You couldn’t help but smile at the tiny gesture. He was right though, the cold air does keep you awake.
Watching the lights whiz by, letting your mind wonder. Mat wasn’t kidding when she said you don’t sleep. Between classes, work and your personal projects, you’ve kind of neglected sleep in order to focus on everything else.
Sure, you get a couple hours of sleep, and naps. But it isn’t enough and it’s starting to take its toll on you. Sighing deeply, you tightened your grip and closed your eyes. Christmas break couldn’t come sooner.
You felt the bike slow, causing you to open your eyes. You waited until he parked and shut it off before climbing off. “That was thrilling,” you mumble out through a yawn.
“Would you like another ride?” Jason asked, helping you take off the helmet.
“Definitely,” you answered with a nod, “though maybe when it’s warmer and I’m not prone to fall off your bike due to sleep deprivation.”
Jason laughed, and tugged you into the building. “That’s fair. Now, let’s get you something to drink and eat before getting you to bed.”
“Sounds nice,” you said sleepily. “Is your couch comfy? I feel like it might not be.”
“Now that’s just mean,” he said, stopping short in front of his door. You nearly bumped into him and groaned out his name. “Sorry, but you might need to stay out here for a bit.”
“Did you leave your dirty laundry out or something?” you asked, rubbing your nose. You stepped back all the same instead of pushing it.
“Something like that,” he answered and you watched him unlock the door and stepped in. He closed it quickly, not giving you a chance to look inside. You shrugged and looked around the dimly lit hallway before turning to lean your back on the wall beside the door.
You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall with a small thump. It was strange, being at Jason’s apartment for the first time. And to sleep instead of being awake and hanging out. But you were giddy all the same.
Yes, you trusted Jason not to do anything with you. And you liked him enough to be okay with sleeping over at his place. It’s not the first time you’ve slept in the same place. And just remembering how warm you felt with Jason’s arms around you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“Alright, it’s safe to come in,” Jason’s sudden voice beside you made you jump slightly. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were sleeping.”
“Not sleeping,” you said, pushing him back in as you walked through the door. “Just resting my eyes.”
Jason hummed and put his hands on your shoulder and steered you into the kitchen. He gently made you sit, before setting a cup of water and a plate of toast in front of you. “Slowly. The. You can have a shower and change out of…whatever costume you have on.”
“You’re an angel.”
“Some would say I’m not.”
“Then they can fight me,” you said, taking a bite out. “And how dare you. Not recognizing the greatest hero of all.”
Jason looked you over slowly, and you tried not to flush. “Yeah, I'm still not getting it.”
“Wonder Women,” you said through another bite of toast. “Sure, it’s not the greatest costume. But it’s the thought that counts.”
“Would you like a change of clothes? I doubt it would be comfy to sleep in.”
“If you don’t mind,” you said with a smile. “I would appreciate it.”
“No problem,” he said, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room. You flushed slightly and finished the rest of your food. It felt all so normal, like you did this everyday. And that thought made you giddy.
“Okay, the sweatpants might be a little big and so is the shirt. But they should be fine.”
“Thanks Jason. That means a lot,” you said, getting up to hug him. He returned it with a smile and shooed you into the bathroom.
Once showered and dressed, you walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. “Jason?”
“In here,” he called and you followed the voice until you reached the bedroom. “This is your room for the night.”
“I thought I was taking the couch,” you question, leaning against the doorframe, watching as he was getting it ready.
Jason snorted and gave you a look. “Please, I would never do that to you. Besides, it’s not as comfortable as the bed.”
“So you’re going to take the couch?” Jason nodded, and you bit your lip in thought. And before you could change your mind, you bit out, “or, now hear me out. We could share the bed. It’s not like it’s happened before.” You're blaming the alcohol for it, and you can't regret it.
Jason looked up at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I’m sure. We’re just sleeping right? The worst that can happen is cuddling in the middle of the night.”
“Okay,” he laughed and with that, the two of you climbed into bed. You were more tired than you thought, you fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow.
For Jason, it took a lot longer for sleep to reach him. He turned over, and looked at you for a moment before slipping his arm underneath you. With his other, he wrapped it around your waist and pulled you closer. And only then he could fall asleep, but not with the thought of how dangerous this could be.
But he found that he didn’t care.
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"To Whoever Is Dicking Around on a Motorcycle in the Middle of the Night..."
in which your neighbor, Chuuya Nakahara, stays up too late messing with his motorcycle and it keeps you awake
tags: pre-relationship, pining stage, excessive use of the word "motorcycle", reader does not like riding a motorcycle, ooc? Chuuya (I tried my best babes but I am soo early in the series), this was beta read (rare) so it shouldn't have too many mistakes (ty @ratty-rat-toot 💞), vague hints that reader works in a bakery, I lost motivation at the end so the sections got shorter
a/n: this will not be part of a series, but expect more Chuuya fics in the future!!!
You tossed to your side for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You'd been attempting to fall asleep for hours. No matter what you did, it just wouldn't happen. You took your medication, made sure to soothe yourself and prepare for bed. Yet, you just couldn't seem to get any rest at all. The grueling summer heat combined with your normal insomnia was not doing you any favors.
You peeled your eyelids open and groped around in the dark to find your phone and check the time. At first, your fingers found nothing but your own bedsheets. Only after a more thorough and frustrated search did you find what you were looking for. You winced as the screen flashed a blinding light when you turned it on, and it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the invasive light before you could read the time. It was only a few minutes from midnight, meaning you had about six hours left to attempt to go to sleep.
You groaned into your pillow, wishing for summer to be over already. Once the days were shorter and the temperatures lower, you had much higher hopes for finally finding some sort of sleep schedule besides an attempt. Unfortunately, the days were only going to get hotter from there on out.
You rolled back onto your side, wrapping your arms around a blanket and struggled to find a comfortable position that wouldn't cook you in your sleep.
Just as your eyes fluttered shut and the weight of your cat against your legs began to lull you into sleep, the loud sound of an engine revving startled you back awake. You were no engine expert, but it sounded like a motorcycle.
(More UTC)
Is someone really taking their motorcycle out for a ride at this hour? That's ridiculous. Just go away, already! I'm trying to sleep, god dammit! You thought, stuffing your head under a pillow.
However, the noises from your neighbor's garage did not get any quieter. The longer this persisted, the more irritable you grew.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," you cried, throwing off your light blanket (much to your cat's protest) and shoved on the first jacket you could find to cover yourself a little. It was too hot for proper pajamas, so you had been in bed wearing the tiniest pajama shorts in your possession and some decently comfortable undergarments.
You marched to your front door, pulled it open, and followed the sound to the mystery individual who thought it was a good idea to play mechanic in the middle of the night. It was dark, but the moon was almost full, so you had plenty of light to find your way around the street. It helped that your eyes were used to the dark from hours of staring up at your ceiling in the lightless expanse of your bedroom.
Just down the street, two houses east and across from yours, you found the culprit, kneeling on the concrete of his open garage, tuning up his expensive looking bike. The motorcycle itself was hot pink, and from the looks of it, a decent model. As much as you appreciated good taste, it didn't excuse the noise at such a late hour.
"Hey, idiot!" You shouted. Was the name calling a little unnecessarily rude? Yes, but it was also unnecessary for him to be so loud at practically midnight, so you didn't feel any remorse.
The perpetrator looked up at you from the task at hand, red hair tied up loosely against his neck, and grayish blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. It would have been pretty, if you weren't so pissed off. Actually, even through your vision that was blurred from exhaustion and blind, sleepy rage, he was incredibly attractive. It was unfortunate that you had to meet like this.
"It's the middle of the night! Don't you think you should keep it down?! Some of us are trying to sleep!" You readjusted your jacket, realizing you must look a little crazy standing in a stranger's yard in only your undergarments, some very tiny shorts, and a very thin jacket. In your defense, you hadn't been expecting to make any late night visits to crazy neighbor boys to make complaints.
He frowned for a moment before his expression relaxed. "Sorry," he called back. He got up from the ground and dusted off his knees. You took notice of his grease covered forearms. He had been messing with the bike. You hoped he knew what he was doing and wasn't just an amateur trying a hand at such expensive upkeep.
"You'd better be," you muttered under your breath. You turned on your heel with a huff and stomped back to your house, all the while attempting not to flash the frustratingly pretty boy who was watching you leave with a dumbfounded grin on his face.
Embarrassing lack of clothes aside, it had felt good to yell at someone. Maybe now you'd be able to sleep with some peace of mind, knowing the sanctity of the night was once again just as quiet as it should be.
After that, there were no more motorcycle engine noises keeping you up in the night. Once again, only your poor habits and unfortunate circumstances prevented you from getting a full night's rest.
It seemed that motorcycle boy had taken your complaint into consideration and decided not to do any more impromptu repairs at all hours of the night.
Sadly, that didn't mean you slept any better. You were an absolute wreck today. One night of poor sleep had turned into a week of hardly getting any rest at all. Currently, you were waddling around like a zombie, hardly able to think as your body performed on autopilot to get all the necessary tasks done. You couldn't even remember what you'd eaten for breakfast that morning, or if you'd even had breakfast at all.
Last night had resulted in a total four hours of fitful sleep, accompanied by the strangest dreams you couldn't even remember. Something about weretigers and detectives, but it was all so intelligible that you didn't bother attempting to unwind the mystery of whatever your subconscious had cooked up for you this time.
You had made your coffee with an extra shot of espresso and hoped for the best. You took another sip, realized it was too sweet for your tastes, but didn't care enough to do anything about it. It may have been the first cohesive thought you'd had all day.
You gave your cat a scratch between its ears and slipped on a pair of shoes so you could go out and check on the garden your father had reminded (read: demanded) you to take care of, since he couldn't keep an eye on what ingredients you were using in meals anymore. As much as you struggled to remember to care for the plants properly, you found you didn't hate the responsibility. It made you feel productive whenever you were able to harvest the results of all your troubles. The fresh taste was an added bonus.
As you watered the flowers that served as ground coverage used to shield your precious darling fruit bushes and vegetable garden from nasty herbivore vermin, you heard the sound of an engine starting up from down the street.
Ah, motorcycle boy is up, you thought. A strange thrill coursed through your veins as you remembered how he had looked in the moonlight. Bad Y/n, now is not the time to get giddy over some stupid neighbor boy. You've got to get to work soon and can't afford time to daydream.
Despite the stern talking-to you were giving yourself, you couldn't help but want to catch another glance of such a beautiful man. You turned and shielded your eyes from the rising sun, glancing at your neighbor. The view did not disappoint.
He straddled the bike as he put on his helmet. His hair was long enough you could still see it peeking out from underneath and curling around his shoulders. Red shone gold in the early morning sunshine, creating a glow around him that made you forget what you were doing just to watch him prepare to drive away.
You set down the watering can with as much care as you could manage (which is to say, very little) and pushed your hair out of your eyes to get a better view. You caught him glancing at you before he started the bike. The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine. Only once he had disappeared from your view were you able to return to fretting over the poor leaves of your radishes. It seemed some bunnies had decided those were the yummiest, and trampled your flowers just to get to them.
Oh, well. You would just have to take more care to try and prevent them from making it that far next time. Luckily, your newest plot to save your garden involved a more forceful method of keeping herbivores out of your plants.
The next time you ran into Motorcycle Boy, you were picking up some seeds to begin your new garden protection strategy. It had been a month or two without any interactions, much to your pleasure. It was a hassle to try to wrangle the butterflies he sent tumbling in your stomach back in their cage.
This time, he seemed to be fussing over the location of some wine. He was small, not much taller than a young teenage boy. For someone with such an unfriendly scowl, he didn't seem all that intimidating at the moment. You held back giggles as you watched him strain to grab the bottle he wanted, hopping up and down and cursing under his breath in frustration.
You decided not to say anything and passed him wordlessly, sticking to the opposite side of the aisle and hoping he wouldn't notice you, or at the very least he would leave you alone. You didn't have the time to play the small talk game at the moment; you had a friend on their way to visit you, and you were keen on being home before they arrived.
"Hey, you!" He called. You winced at the sound of his voice and bit back a sigh. He had noticed you and not chosen to ignore you. It seemed luck was not on your side today. "C'mere," he called.
You turned towards him and put on your best customer service smile. "Do you need something?" You asked him.
"You're the girl who showed up in my yard wearing practically nothing, yeah?" He lifted his head so he could look down at you. You felt your face go hot. Did he really have to bring that up in public? You mentally whined. "Grab this bottle for me and I'll forget about the whole thing."
All embarrassment you had felt previously turned into anger as his words registered in your brain. "Huh?!? Why should I? You really should learn to get better at asking people for help, if that's what you're trying to do here."
His eyes widened as he seemed to realize his mistake. "Hold on," he called, putting his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean it like that. 'Just thought it must have been pretty embarrassing, you know? Let me try again. Would you help me over here?"
You took a second to cool down, then took a deep breath. "Fine, since you asked so nicely," you huffed.
You reached up with a little bit of a struggle and got down the bottle he had been trying to grab, then glanced over the label. He's got good taste in alcohol, too. This is getting ridiculous.
"There, now don't mention that ever again. Please," you muttered, handing the bottle to him.
"Gotcha," he replied without another glance in your direction,, looking only at the wine bottle in his hand. He turned it over and read the labels, then tucked it under his arm and headed for the register.
"Wait!" You called, immediately cursing yourself for acting before thinking. What am I doing? I was almost free to go back to ignoring him!
He turned, raising an eyebrow at you. "Huh? D'ya need something?" He asked.
"Your name," you said before you could lose your nerve. "I've been thinking of you as Motorcycle Boy and thought I should probably learn it."
He threw back his head and laughed. Your face flushed hot again and you hoped you hadn't made a fool of yourself, especially in front of the cute boy you had been thinking about constantly for a month straight.
When his fit of laughter subsided, he grinned at you and gave you what you'd asked for. "I'm Chuuya Nakahara. And you? What name should I attach to 'Crazy Motorcycle-Hating Neighbor?"
"I do not- ugh. Y/n L/n, and I am not crazy. If anyone is crazy here, it's you. Seriously, who thinks it's time to play with a motorcycle at midnight?" You folded your arms over your chest and frowned at him. He only grinned at you again.
"See ya around, L/n. Hopefully fully dressed next time," he teased. With that said, you parted ways, each playing with the feel of the newly acquired name in your mouth.
"Y/n L/n, eh?" He muttered, twirling the stem of a lily of the valley from your garden. It was a pretty little flower; it was a shame that it was dreadfully poisonous.
He leaned back until his head hit his pillow. He wondered if you were up or if that had been a one-time incident. He hadn't touched the bike in his garage past ten p.m. since you'd marched so boldly over to his house and chided him for the noise. He briefly thought about getting it out just to see if you would come back.
You'd been running through his mind non-stop for months now. The sight of your bare legs and glimpses of the rest of you from under that jacket had him worried that damned Dazai had rubbed off on him. He couldn't help sneaking looks at you every morning as you tended to your garden before he left for work. It felt dirty every time he looked at you, because every time he would get a vivid image of you giving him a death glare while half naked.
He was no womanizer, unlike that ass. However, he had to admit that he wouldn't mind seeing you in a state of undress again.
He sat up with a start at that thought. What am I thinking? Gross, I am not getting hot and bothered over my neighbor's legs. It's just legs. Pretty, deliciously bare legs. SHUT UP.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the increasingly unwelcome thoughts of your legs and how your skin would feel on his fingertips, or how cute you looked when you were pouting.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. This was not good.
"Turns out he'd been having an affair the whole time. I felt so bad for her! I can't say I didn't expect it, though," your coworker said, waving a hand at you. "I mean, he just seemed like the type, y'know?"
Listening to Raina talk about other people's relationships had gotten boring after the first hour, but today had been a slow and boring day, and she didn't expect you to add very much to the conversation.
"Speaking of types, what's yours?" She popped a sucker into her mouth. She'd quit smoking about three years ago, and she'd started taking them everywhere so her mouth could be occupied whenever she felt the urge. Since then it had become a habit to have a sucker in her mouth at all times.
"I dunno, I don't think about it very often." It was a lie, but you didn't want to get into that just minutes before the day was over and you could finally go home. "I haven't really cared much about boys since I was a kid. It's not that big of a deal."
Even as you said it, you realized that wasn't true. Thoughts of a redhead on a hot pink motorcycle crossed your mind too often for it to be not a big deal. He'd even started showing up in your dreams because of how often you thought of him.
"Liar!" She slammed her hands down on the counter, grinning at you. You jumped at the sudden movement, suddenly feeling too warm for your liking. "You're all flustered and nervous! Who's the boy? Spit it out," she ordered.
"Wh-what?! There is no boy, I don't know what you're talking about!" You felt your blood rushing to your face and put your hands up in defense, but it was too late. Raina has you backed into a corner, and judging from the mischievous smirk on her face, you wouldn't be leaving until she drained every last drop of information from you like a gossip leech.
"Oh, come on! It's written all over your face. Tell me about him! Is he cute?" She clapped, way too excited for a conversation that would make you stay even later for work than necessary.
You looked around desperately for an escape. The ring of the front door's bell gave you that out, even if it didn't help you leave any quicker. Not having to tell Raina about Chuuya was all you needed.
You turned with the biggest smile you could manage on your face to greet the customer. However, the second you saw him, your smile fell. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, you mentally sighed. Even just thinking about him seems to make him appear. And now he knows where I work. Fantastic.
Chuuya stopped in the doorway, taking in the strange situation he had walked in on. His eyes caught on how Raina's arms had caged you in and how obviously out of sorts you looked. "Am I… interrupting something?"
Raina jumped off of you and cleared her throat, returning her sucker to its place on her tongue. "Not at all! What can we help you with?"
Her professionalism once a customer stepped in scared you just a little bit. You followed her lead and dusted off your knees, looking away. The last thing you needed was for him to start teasing you as well.
"I was actually here to pick up an order. I know it's late, but-"
"I'll get it for you! Nakahara. I thought the name was familiar," you commented. Actually, you'd been wondering if the order was his all day long. You hadn't placed him as a red velvet guy, but here he was.
While looking through (hiding in) the back, you tried to think of an escape plan. Anything to stop Raina from teasing you for the next few months. She was already insufferable about boys, and if she knew that you had a stupid crush on that stupid redhead with his stupid motorcycle, she would never let you live it down.
"So are you going to tell me what about you made Y/n hightail it out of here, or do I have to make a guess myself?" Raina leaned forward against the front desk, pointing her sucker accusingly at Chuuya.
"Hey, I didn't do anything!" Chuuya raised his hands in mock self-defense, trying not to grin. He'd seen how flustered you'd gotten the second you recognized him. He hoped it was more than just embarrassment of seeing someone you know outside of work walk into your workplace.
"Mhm, sure. How do you know them? Boyfriend? Relative..?" She watched him carefully for his reaction. She was nothing if not good at pulling gossip out of thin air, and your love life was her current muse.
"Neither," he chuckled. "I'm their neighbor. They got pissed as hell at me for being too noisy in the middle of the night and mouthed me off in my own yard. Ever since we seem to be running into each other everywhere."
Raina hummed, sizing him up. After a moment of thinking, she decides you two are obviously in love and she will be involved no matter what the costs. "You know, our shift is about done for the day. Autumn has been coming in quickly and it's been pretty cold lately. Y/n was complaining about walking home in the cold just yesterday. It's a decently long walk to their house from here. Like a whole 40 minutes, right?"
She watched as the gears started moving in his brain. Thank gods, he's not dense. This guy knows what I'm getting at.
He seemed to come to a conclusion just as you reappeared from the back, looking suspiciously more put together than you did just seconds ago. Raina almost wanted to laugh at how obvious you were.
"Your shift is almost over, right? It's pretty cold. I could take you home if you want," he suggested as he took the box from you.
"You would?" You asked, seeming almost stunned by the offer. You blinked at him a couple times before muttering, "I guess that would be nice."
"It's not like it's out of the way of anything." He waved a hand at you as he spoke. "I'll be waiting for you outside."
You nodded and hurried to gather your things into your bag. You carefully avoided answering any of Raina's enthusiastic questions before escaping the building and arriving in the small parking lot.
Your favorite part about the location was how much attention was put into the surrounding scenery. Shrubbery and other assorted vegetation provided scents and colors you didn't get in busier parts of the city. Even walking home, there was very little open area that made you feel like you could be seen from miles away. It was comforting to feel so grounded by your surroundings.
There, in the tiny parking lot that was usually empty, stood your neighbor, who was busy strapping his newly acquired box to the back of his motorcycle.
"You ever been on a bike before?" He didn't spare you a glance as he asked.
"No," you said. "Should I be worried?"
He grinned and didn't respond. He handed you a spare helmet and motioned for you to join him on the motorcycle.
You hesitated for a moment, thinking through all the decisions you had ever made, and after ultimately deciding that this was not the stupidest one, took the helmet from his outstretched hand.
The fact that you would get to hold him had no sway on your decision at all. You swore.
The second you heard the engine start up and felt your weight shift as the bike prepared to move, butterflies erupted in your stomach. The kind that you get before you fall down the stairs or trip on the sidewalk. The, 'oh fuck this is bad' kind of butterflies. But it was too late to get off.
Chuuya tried not to notice how nice it felt when you squeezed him tighter. He could feel your heart racing from where your chest pressed against his back.
He laughed, he couldn't help it. He heard you grumble something from behind him, but couldn't really make out what you were saying. It didn't matter; he had a pretty good idea of what the message was. He bit his tongue to keep from laughing harder as he merged onto the highway.
"Stupid Chuuya, stupid motorcycle," you muttered against his back. Feeling how fast you were moving was not helping the dizziness you had developed. You closed your eyes and held on tighter to the man in front of you, trying to focus on something else, like the texture of his jacket or how nice his hair smelled. You didn't care if it was stupid crush behavior, you needed anything to distract you.
Your heart was beating so fast that you could beat a hummingbird for the world record of beats per minute. Every little movement of the vehicle beneath you brought a fresh wave of panic. You couldn't understand why people would do this for fun.
Eventually you grew used to the constant panic and closed your eyes, blindly trusting Chuuya to get you home without killing the both of you.
When you finally felt the motorcycle stop, you fell off and shakily removed the spare helmet Chuuya had given you. He looked down at you with a crooked grin, obviously struggling to hold back his laughter.
"So, how did you l-like it?" He snickered. The look you shot at him only served to make him dissolve into a fit of laughter.
"Never… again…" You huffed, pushing your hair out of your face and curling up on the ground in front of his house. "Next time, I'm walking. I don't care how cold it is."
"Good luck with that," he grinned. "Oh, and thanks for the cake." He grabbed the box, waved goodbye to you, and went inside.
You stood and watched him leave, placing a hand on your chest. Your heart was racing. You wondered if it was from the terrifying ride or… something else.
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▪️I am Your Safety▪️
Villain Deku x Quikless!Fem!Reader
OverView: Villain Deku with a quirkless reader who ends up calling on him for help.
Warning: Swearing, kidnapping if you squint
Inspiration: I recommend watching this short! Give them some love! It’s very good.
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It was a mistake, a rookie, quirkless mistake. One that could leave you dead, hurt, or worse. To leave the safety of your home for a pointless ingredient for dinner, one you could easily go without but stubbornly won't. Ginger root, a simple ingredient for stir fry, had led you here. Barely 5 minutes from your home, yet in a completely new area.
Hidden behind your cozie apparent laid a maze of buildings, dark alleys weaving between their roads. It wasn't the best part of the city. But with what you could afford, it was the best for you and closest to your work. It was lucky you even found housing in the bustling city of Musutafu. Tho, with the constant casualties, maybe not so much. It seemed the city took an odd turn when pro-heroes DynaMight and Deku left hero society. Intern, causing considerable other heroes from their graduating year to also leave. The news turning many of the streets, especially yours, into less-than-stellar areas.
"You shouldn't live there; I could pay for you to be where the stars are." Izuku had told you, his green eyes shining against his dark circle.
"I'll be fine Izuku! Plus, I know you'll be there to protect me!" you had cooed. It was dangerous, both to live in that area but talk to the leader of the 'New Age' with such a teasing tone. Anyone else would be dead, but not you. Izuku signed, placing his hands on your sides and looking down at you. He searched your face, trying to find any possible crack he could talk you into his idea.
You'll be the death of me, doll." he groaned dramacitly. His wild green eyes glanced back down at you. "Just don't leave the house at night, okay, doll? Promise me." "I promise ZooZoo!" you had so gleefully said, finger fixing his red suit tie.
The old conversation rang in your head; that was before you both got into a heated fight. One that caused you to leave the house in despair.
He had called you weak, and a joking argument turned heated quickly. "I'm not helpless, Izuku!" "buy you are!" It'd been a lonely few days at your small apartment. Sitting on the decrepit couch that had begun to seem too big. Maybe it was your depressed stupor that led to this rooky mistake.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" you whispered. What was the point of getting an ingredient for a dish if you'd never get to even make it back home? You had been too stubborn, and it was only dusk at the time. You had time to run down to the store and grab it before it turned dark, you debated. You had managed to grab the ginger, quickly cashing out and beginning your trek to your apartment. “Come on… come on…” you whispered, begging the sun to go slower. "C'mon!" your feet picked up their base.
"Hey, pretty!" a voice called from the ally.
"Crap". Your feet picked up their pace.
"Come on! We just wanna talk." you waited for the sound of Izuku's voice to help you, to tell them you're both busy, and flash his neon eyes, but there was only silence. Right, he was gone.
"Sorry, I need to go. Have someone waiting for me." it was a lie, but a hopeful one. Maybe if they knew you were expected somewhere they leave, you'd have someone looking for you; you weren't worth the trouble. You were wrong.
"Oh, cmon I'm sure they can wait a bit."
Your eyes squeezed shut as you pressed your hand to the brick wall. In your panic, you had lost track of where you were, instead ending up in a place you knew nothing about, in an ally with a dead end. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" you cried, palm slamming on the wall as you slowly slid down. Tears burned your eyes as you sat on the ground, watching the predators creep ever closer to its prey.
The scruffy ally light above you barely made the two men visbale. You watched one's arms turn sharp as skin-colored blades as he inched closed with a sickening grin. The others, you couldn't tell what their quirk was, if they had one at all, but he held a gun tightly. That was deadly enough to a quirkless user civilian like you.
"Now come on pretty, just come with us peacefully, and ya won't get hurt. I'm sure your family will pay to get you back." "and if they don't, well, take great care of you." you had long dropped your canvas bag and, ironically, the ginger root you ventured out for. Yet they hadn't stopped for the bag, and considering neither held it, their intentions had never been to get the bag. Your body shook, and Li quivered, face becoming hot with fear and horror. You watched as they inched to you, your body caving in more. "Izuku…" you whispered as though a small prayer.b "Izuku!"
You screamed, your throat raw from tears and its pitch. The men seemed to pause at your sudden outburst before appearing to become angered at your choice to yell. "Fucking whore- shut it!" "Izuku!" you wailed, body caving as you waited for pain. "IZUKU," you flinched as you heard a loud pop and felt something small shower your body. The dingy ally light shattering as something sharp and quick hit it. Another boom sounded, a shriek leaving your lips at his proximity to your head. Green light slammed into the wall behind you, sending cracks up the foundation. "Doll…" "Zoo-coo" you rasped out. You opened your eyes, staring at the ground below you, watching it light up with the lumination of green flicker lighting. Slowly, your body sat up, your tears blurring the gory sight before you. He stood there, dressed in a suit vest and shoes, green hair not even out of place. He seemed more displeased and worried than angered.
"I-km sorry! You were right!" you shuffled, body caving again as tears raked your body. Fear still gripping every bone. "I should have listened! I'm sorry I left! I'm sorry I yelled!" you cried. The realization of how helpless you were fully settled itself upon you.
"Sh shh, Dolly, it's okay."
His body bent forward as he effortlessly picked you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you squished yourself closer. "I've got you." he calmly coded, kicking a limp arm out of his path as he walked you both out of the ally. "You're moving in with me tonight." it was firm, a demand, no room to argue, not that you could or would. Your tearful state leaving you in hiccups. "I need to keep my doll safe, and you're only safe with me."
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Do you want to play a game? (Pedri x Reader)
**Hi! I got another Pedri request. I don't normally need warnings but I thought I would let you know there are a few quick mentions of anxiety. It's not much but if that is something you don't feel ok reading for whatever reason, you can skip this one 😊 Also, I read the title in the Ghostface voice because of Scream 5. You might want to try it. Anyways, enjoy! ❤️**
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"You are coming to the match tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, hello Ansu. How are you? Me? Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for asking".
"Are you coming or not? I need to sort out the invitations".
"I am", you said, rolling your eyes. You liked football but not that much. But Ansu was obsessed with you attending all the home matches lately and meeting his teammates.
And the reason for that was he knew one of his best friends in the team, Pedri, had been crushing on you for a while. He wouldn't admit it at first but…well, it really was that obvious.
"She'll be at the match".
"Who?"
"Come on, Pedri. You know who. And I'll convince her to come to your place after the match".
It was Pedri's turn to host a little gathering with some of the boys after the match and Ansu was trying to think of ways to leave you two alone at some point.
He knew you liked Pedri too, even if you had denied it. But he knew you well and also would never push you to be with a guy you didn't at least find attractive.
What Ansu didn't tell any of you was that your ticket was for the seat next to Pedri's. He still couldn't play because of his injury, so he had to watch the match from the stands.
"Hi. There must be a mistake. Don't you have to sit with the other injured players? Why am I here?"
Pedri had an idea why. "I didn't want to be there today. Too many cameras and all that".
"Right. Well…".
“I could find you another seat or…”.
“No, it’s fine”, you said, trying not to blush at the prospect of spending two hours sitting down next to him. "I'm ok sitting here with you".
But the match went by pretty quickly. How could it not when your best friend scored two early goals that had you jumping from your seat? And that also meant you and Pedri found an easy first topic to talk about. You always felt weird when Ansu left you alone with his teammates. The only one you’ve known for a while was Eric. What were you supposed to chat about with the rest?
“See you in a bit”, said Pedri when you were leaving after the match.
“You will?”
“Aren’t you coming to my place? We’ll be meeting there and Ansu said you’ll join us like you have the last few times”.
“Right. Sure! See you there”.
You made your way to the car, wondering why Ansu kept making plans for you without telling you first. And you were also mentally checking if you had the time to run back home and get changed.
“Hi!”, you beamed when Ansu got to the car and hugged him to congratulate him on his great performance.
“Ready to go?”
“Can we stop by my place for a sec?”
“Why? We’ll be late. Even more than we already are”.
“I need to change my outfit”.
He raised his eyebrow, looking at the clothes you were wearing. “You look fine. We’ll just be home watching some movies or whatever, no need to dress up”.
“But I don’t look good”.
“Who do you want to look good for?”
“Start driving before I hit you. And stop smirking. I’m feeling insecure and you’re being mean”.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Pedri can reassure you and tell you how pretty you look”.
“I hate you”.
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The weather forecast was bad. A lot of areas in the eastern side of Spain had been surprised by big storms and now it seemed it was time for Barcelona to join the party.
Thankfully for you, you made it to Pedri’s right when the storm started to get worse. Driving in those conditions always felt pretty scary.
“You made it!”, exclaimed Eric, opening the door for you so you could get inside quickly.
“Barely”, you said, sighing.
Everyone else was already there and you joined them right when they were choosing a movie to watch.
“It’s spooky outside”, said Gavi, “how about a horror movie?”
Both Ansu and Eric looked at you, the horror movie expert. “What?”
“You know those movies. Choose one!”
“I…ehhh…”, you didn’t enjoy seeing everyone stare at you. “Bodies bodies bodies?”
“Huh?”
“The movie. It’s about all these friends in a mansion hiding from a storm and they play a game and…well, it’s a horror movie. It obviously doesn’t end well”.
“Ok”, they all said and went to the big tv to find the movie.
After excusing yourself to go to the bathroom before the movie started, as if missing 5 seconds of a movie you’ve watched ten times was a huge drama, you got back to the living room and tried to find a place to sit.
There was only one spot available, right in between Ansu and Pedri. Your friend looked up at you and you moved your head to motion for him to move near his teammate but he shook his head.
“You little shit”, you whispered but it only made him smile more.
“So you’re a horror movie fan?”, said Pedri and you turned to look at him.
“Yeah”.
“I’m not the biggest fan myself. I get scared too easily”.
You laughed before Ansu had to ruin it. “You can hold her hand if you get too scared. She’ll protect you from the monsters”.
"Ignore him", said Pedri, making you blush even more.
The movie started and you relaxed, watching the already familiar story for you and waiting for everyone's reactions to the jumpscares and plot twists.
"I cannot believe that happened", told you Pedri when the movie finished.
"I know", you said, laughing. "I was so shocked the first time I watched it. I didn't see it coming at all".
“Do you want to play a game?”, asked Eric, and you all looked at him, confused. "We should play a game too. To pass the time. There's no way we can drive home in this weather", said Eric when he got up to turn the lights on.
"Not the game from the movie, right?"
"No, something more…simple?", he shrugged. "Hide and seek?"
"Eric, haven't you seen Ready or not?"
He rolled his eyes at your comment. "No one got married today. We'll be fine".
"What?", Gavi's confused face made you laugh.
"We'll watch that movie another day. You'll get it then".
So hide and seek it was. At least it was a big house so the game could be fun.
After a couple of rounds, you were trying to study the house well to find the perfect hiding spot. You always took games way too seriously.
"I have an idea", whispered Ansu when he found Pedri.
"What do you mean?"
"What is a place here where no one will find you?"
"I'm not telling you".
"Pedri, forget about the game. I just want to help you spend some alone time with a certain someone".
"Stop it. You are making her uncomfortable and she'll push me away because of you", Pedri was shaking his head but the idea wasn't so bad.
So even though he left Ansu there, hiding, he quickly thought of all the places where he could take you. Just so you could win the game, of course.
"Hey".
You jumped hearing his whisper and he laughed. "You're going to get us caught".
"Follow me. I know a place where we can hide".
Why was he helping you? But this was his house, so if anyone knew where to hide, it'd be him.
Both of you walked slowly, trying not to make any noise. And then you were alone in a room.
"Is this your room?"
"What? No. This is not a trick to get you in my room…".
"Ok".
"It’s the guest room. And there is a small room that we used to use for storage. Not even my brother will think of looking there".
"Smart", you said, following him inside.
The room was…small. But big enough to keep some distance between you two. A small lamp provided a bit of light, which you appreciated. You had to leave your phones in the living room so you couldn't use the torch.
"What if they never find us here?"
Pedri's laugh was interrupted by another lighting.
"One, two, three …".
"Do you do that thing to guess how far away the lightning is?"
"It used to calm me down as a kid. Storms can be scary for children. I'm tough now".
With the sound of the thunderstorm as background noise for your conversation, you kept making small talk and waiting to be found. But the hiding spot was really that good.
"So you want to study…", the thunder that interrupted Pedri was so loud, it made you both jump. "Jesus!"
And then, the electricity went out, which meant the little room was completely dark. You felt your whole body tense.
"It'll come back in a second, I'm sure".
But you weren't listening. You couldn't listen to anything in your state.
"Hey, you ok?"
Pedri was trying to look at you in the darkness but couldn't see much.
"I'm afraid of the dark", you managed to say. And he laughed.
That sound made you feel even more anxious. How could he laugh when you were feeling so scared?
"You watch all those horror movies but are scared of the dark? That's hilarious".
He expected to hear you laugh back but that never happened. And he quickly realised how stupid he had been.
"Are you really scared? I'm an idiot. Sorry!"
He got up to open the door. The guest room didn't have any light either but some light could come through the window. He just needed to go there and open the curtains.
"Don't leave", you whispered.
"I just need to open the curtains and…".
Another thunder scared you so much that you let out a little whimper. Pedri needed to think and he needed to do it fast.
"I'll stay here with you, ok? The electricity will be back in a second and we'll be fine".
He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulders. During the movie, he had imagined himself doing that classic move but…too many people around. Now it didn't feel romantic at all. He could tell how terrified you were by how stiff your body was, so he moved you towards him to try and give you some comfort.
"So it has to be me holding your hand so you aren't scared after all".
You closed your eyes, placing your head on his shoulder and trying to control your breathing.
"That was a joke, by the way. I'm sorry I laughed before. I didn't think your fear was so serious".
"I know".
Your voice was still weak but Pedri thought it was a good sign you could talk.
When the next lightning came, you didn't jump at the sudden light.
"One, two, three, four, five, six…how many kilometres was that?"
"Two", you said, a small smile on your face.
"You're better than me at math. How many seconds does it have to be so we can pretend it comes from my hometown?"
"I don't think that's how the distance thing works".
"I said pretend…and I'm rolling my eyes, by the way. I say it because you can't see me".
The smile was substituted by a giggle.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you".
"Do you want to move now? The rest of the room is bigger and if we open the curtains, we can get some light inside the room", he offered. But you still didn't feel strong enough.
"Not yet. I'm fine like this".
Your words were followed by your moving closer to cuddle him better.
"You know? I'm not sure it wasn't Ansu who planned all this so we could finally be alone like this".
Your laugh was now louder. "Was it him that caused this storm too?"
"Have you heard his singing? We can't completely rule out it was his fault".
The noise of footsteps reminded you two you weren't alone in the house. And it was Eric, torch in hand, that found you.
"Oh God, you are here. I was so worried about you and your fear of the dark. Are you ok?"
"I think she's more than fine", said Ansu when he got to the room and saw you and Pedri. "And four is a crowd. Let's go somewhere else, Eric. Leave the lovebirds alone".
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Hey. Why do you think Karen Page is a character people seem to hate so much? I’m fairly new to the fandom and I’ve seen people even badmouthing the actress as well, which is awful. I am curious to know what you think about it.
Welcome to the fandom! 💖 I'm so excited for you and I'm super happy that, despite being newish, you're interacting like this. (It took me an embarrassing amount of time to be brave enough to send asks to people lol.)
Also, this is such an interesting question.
I want to address the attacks against Deborah Ann Woll first. No matter how anyone feels about a character, it's absolutely despicable to attack the actor over it. Most of the attacks I've seen have been about her looks, or about her acting abilities. It's fine to critique acting abilities, but looks should be off the table. But even the critiques of her acting abilities aren't actually critiques - they're just, like you said, badmouthing, with little to no analysis. To me, that indicates that they're hating on the actress just because they're emotional (angry or annoyed) over the character.
So why do people get so emotional over Karen?
I think the easiest explanation is: ship wars. Some people struggle to enjoy their favorite ship without tearing down competitor ships. And since Karedevil is one of the few ships that was actually canon (albeit temporarily, but S3 ended with them being pretty flirty again), Karen becomes a huge target.
Another explanation is that Karen appears to be written inconsistently. Personally, I don't think she actually is (except perhaps in The Punisher; I'm not sure because I've only seen S1 of The Punisher). The argument goes: "She loves Daredevil until she finds out Daredevil is Matt, and then she treats it like an addiction, despite being supportive of Frank."
The counter-argument, to me, is clear: she still loves Daredevil, but she hates being lied to and put on a pedestal. Matt did both of those things. Frank (for the most part) did neither of those things. Her issue is with Matt, not Daredevil (which she makes explicitly clear in S3E1, but people still apparently confused on this point). With that in mind, I think she's written consistently in an incredibly nuanced way.
Another explanation is that Karen is a character who doesn't learn from her mistakes. She's rash and reckless and she lies just as much as Matt, and more often than not, people end up dead because of it. Ben is the most obvious and chilling example. Yet even after her actions get Ben killed, and she expresses serious guilt and remorse, she continues to do the same thing. That makes people wonder: is she stupid? Or, worse: was her guilt and remorse only an expression of her personal grief, and not actually the result of evaluating her actions affected Ben?
This, to me, is the most fair critique of Karen, and I sympathize with people who dislike her because of it. I will point out, however, that Matt and Foggy also repeat the same mistakes. It's obvious with Matt; it's talked about less often with Foggy, but I roll my eyes every time he acts like Matt and Karen are being reckless for wanting to operate outside the law - despite the fact that every time they limit their plans to operating inside the law, people end up dead. This makes me wonder: is Foggy stupid? Or does he simply care more about keeping Matt and Karen alive (and out of jail) than he cares about other people dying?
The actual explanation, I think, is that Daredevil is a show about very flawed and surprisingly realistic characters. People rarely shake off old habits and bad ways of thinking quickly. No matter how many times you tell a person that their friends are there for them, they (like Matt) may continue to push people away if that's their coping mechanism. No matter how many times you tell a person to ask for help before doing something alone, they (like Karen) may continue to go rogue if that gives them some feeling of control over their lives. No matter how many times you tell a person that the systems they want to trust are broken, they (like Foggy) may continue insisting that everyone should trust the system if they continue seeing the world through a lens of privilege.
Can it be frustrating to watch? Absolutely. Is it a good reason to hate a character? I'd say no, but I guess that's more subjective. Is it a reminder to all of us to be gentle and patient both with ourselves and with other people when we find ourselves making the same mistakes over and over? I hope so!
I've said before that I sometimes feel self-conscious over the fact that, in my longer stories, a character's growth is rarely linear. It's usually what I think of as a spiral. They make a mistake, they learn from it...and then the stakes rise, and so they fall back on that old mistake again, since it's comfortable and familiar, rather than trying a new approach. Or the character tries to blend the old mistake with the new approach, to varying degrees of success. Sometimes I worry that this feels repetitive, or like the character isn't learning.
But from the comments I've received, people seem to appreciate it more often than not. They resonate with it and relate to it.
So now that I think of it...maybe the root problem is simply that Daredevil doesn't have author's notes telling us why Karen (and Foggy and Matt) are making the same mistake again. 😅
Or maybe people are more compassionate towards characters in fanfiction than on TV? Or maybe people are more compassionate towards the main character than the side character? Or maybe it's misogyny? Or maybe people are just less compassionate towards Karen in particular because she threatens their favorite ship.
Aaaaand this post has come full circle.
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My love.
in which how male genshin characters shows their love to you. ( might contain some grammatical error or even spelling mistakes idk i don't proofread cus we die like real men /j )
fluff
Kaeya
many people said that he's most likely to cheat on his s/o when in fact, it is quite impossible for him to do that.
man certainly has abandonment issues after losing both of his dads and his brother. sorry
i personally view him as the type to show you how much he loves you both by actions and words but slightly more to words (?) .
like he'd tease you about how beautiful you look, how gorgeous you truly are etc during times when he just feels like it but there's also time where he just wants to feel your body against his own, arms securing your body while inhaling your scent as you both cuddled before heading off to dreamland.
he'd certainly tease you during random times which will make you get all flustered. this man is full of surprises.
even if he's the type to always joke around and tease you nonstop, he'll always make sure that you know just how much he loves and cherish your existence in his life!
Diluc
he's the type of guy who'd buy you random gifts or give you some flowers that has special meanings behind it.
dinner dates or any type of dates that you prefer. yes, he loves to spoil you.
list all the things that you want, he'll get them for you. even if it is impossible, he'll find a way.
"if you're happy, then i am happy."
he gives everything to you. his love, his trust, himself, literally everything.
he might be a man of a few words and very awkward during the early stage of your relationship but he'll warm up later.
waking up in the morning with him cuddling you hehe
i can actually see him being a bit clingy here, specially when he overworked himself for the past few days. he'll definitely not let you go even if you squirmed and whined, reminding him that he has to wake up or he'll be late for work.
overall a very caring, kind, polite and a bit clingy type of lover. so take care of him please 🙏
Bennett
he would collect any pretty items on his adventures and give them to you as a suprise.
definitely brags about how you are literally so amazing and the best human to ever exist in teyvat to everyone.
"[Name] is just so amazing ! They can fight, they can cook, they can clean—" and so, the list of him praising you goes on.
adventures with him as a date. although he swore that the route that he chose for the both of you to walk through was literally clear a few hours ago, why there's so many monster there now ?
poor boy thinks that it's because of his bad luck. but hey, atleast he got the chance to admire your fighting skills while getting ready to brag about this cool moment of you to katheryne and his friends.
he's just smitten over you okay
Razor
he's clingy.
you can't blame him though, sometimes you just get so busy that you don't have time to visit him in Wolvendom.
he knows your scent and probably recognised the sound of your footsteps so whenever you came to visit, he's already waiting for you on the entrance of Wolvendom.
would escort you to a safe place before asking you to sit as he lays down with his head on top of your leg and buried his face to your stomach.
silently asks you to play with his hair because it's comforting.
okay but just imagine you both in that position beneath a tree, and then you read or tell him a story.
he would grow curious about it and asks questions from time to time. oh, and his reactions are priceless.
like he'd gasp, gets excited when the character from the story that you told him was about to have a good ending and probably huffs and groan when the story did not go well.
picnincs with him mhm. feed him and he's all red. would probably return the favor to you.
Albedo
he probably doesn't allow you to visit him when he's in dragonspine too much because he's worried about you.
but when you do visit him though, he'd ask you to sit down on the chair he provided while lending youb a hot drink to warm yourself up.
this little visit would often turn into study dates. when he sees you curiously observed his movements, he would ask you to come to him as he lends you his notes and explains to you what is his goal and so on.
yes, he won't just leave his job for you. but he'll talk and try to start a conversation with you just so you won't feel lonely and such. what do you expect from a workaholic anyw
would make some things that he thinks you'd like from alchemy and gives it to you.
"it reminds me of you.. so please, take it."
Venti
a date in the tavern.
him flirting like crazy with you as you turned red and shamelessly flirt back. Diluc often kicks your drunk ass and your boyfriend out of the tavern because of this though.
if your're not the type to enjoy alcohol or doesn't like the idea of getting drunk with your boyfriend in the tavern as a date though, then don't worry ! this lil boyfriend of yours got it covered.
would probably try and convince you to sneak out and join him stargaze.
while you're both stargazing, he'd summon his lyre and plays with it while humming a soft tune that'll make the night much more comfortable and enjoyable.
you both would play around like kids afterwards, making some of the monsters notice your presence but venti would take care of them though ;)
during random times, he would just stare and admire you silently.
"have anyone told you that you look absolutely gorgeous ?"
throws random compliments during the most random time. like he'd literally say "you're very pretty you know." after you clear out a hilichurl camp and ofc you'd go like "what"
he's unpredictable. much like kaeya, he is full of surprises. so be prepared of whatever plan that he has in his mind.
njdndjdndjd i still have no scara and no primos i'm about to cry, but anyw should i do this for other characters as well ?
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Elvis To The Rescue!
(A/N): Cute fluffy/ angsty request. I love protective Elvis!! Hope you all enjoy!
Summary: BDE! Elvis finds out you’re being bullied and harassed and is less than pleased.
Pairing: BDE! Protective! Elvis x Fem! Reader
Word count: 1,803
Warnings: Swearing, use of sexist terms, descriptions of violence, and descriptions of minor injuries.
Living at Graceland always seemed like a dream for you. If you would have told younger you that you would be living in a mansion in Tennessee, dating ELVIS PRESLEY, you would have probably told yourself to leave. This was no dream though. You had so much room to enjoy, so many clothes, many books, as much entertainment as you wanted, and of course, your loving boyfriend.
That being said, today you needed to run some errands outside of Graceland. You need to head to the record store, the instrument repair shop, and the fancy grocery story that you and Elvis enjoy. As you were getting ready to have the gates opened, there were a group of girls and paparazzi already crowded.
“Well. If it isn’t Miss Gold Digger. What have you done to be of use to society today? You know, when he’s done with you, he’ll come to one of us. You won’t be “Mrs. Presley” anymore. You’ll just be one of his past mistakes.” The girl snickered with her friends. You felt tears well up in your eyes but decided to continue on your way as if nothing happened. You step out of the gate and the same girl that had been berating you pushed you. You fell onto some harsh rock and skinned your calve pretty bad.
“P-please stop. I’m sorry. I’ll go.” You stood up and dusted yourself off and made your way quickly down the street to the record store.
When you got there, you stood in the alley way behind a dumpster and cried. They had always been mean to you but they had never once put their hands on you. You wish you could tell Elvis but you really didn’t want to be another problem on his plate. You wiped your tears and took a few deep breaths to control yourself. You walked up the steps and opened the door.
The record store was always somewhere you enjoyed visiting. It’s actually where you met Elvis.
It was 1968. The ‘68 comeback special was the most awaited televised special in the world. Elvis was on top of the world at this point. Yet, somehow, you managed to bump into him in this little record store you liked.
You had knocked right into someone and tripped. You look up to see who you slammed into only to be met with THE King of Rock 'n’ Roll. “O-oh my gosh. I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry Mr. Presley! Here, let me pick that up for you.” You had never been so nervous in your life. The first time you meet a celebrity and this was how you acted. He probably thought you were a dumb, clumsy girl. Afraid that you had angered who was probably the most famous man on the planet right now, you cowered under his burning hot gaze.
He removed the sunglasses he was wearing to reveal a very worried expression in his eyes. “I’m sorry Darlin’. I should have looked where I was going. Let me pick these up for you. What kind of man am I to go around tripping pretty angels like you? Don't you pick up a thing doll. I should have watched where I was going."
That was over 2 years ago now. You’ve never been happier either. Elvis was your rock and you were his. You loved him so much yet you were just too afraid to tell him about the stuff that was going on.
“Hey Mrs. Presley! How’s it going?” Robbie, the old store clerk greeted you. He had been there when you and Elvis met and was there every time you and him went to this record
store as well.
“I’ve been better, that’s for sure.” You tried to add a bit of humor to your answer but your voice was just to shaky to pass off as sarcastic.
“Is everything ok Ms. ?” You looked a little troubled when you first walked in. Your hair was disheveled, your eye makeup was slightly faded and streaky. Not to mention, you had a massive yellow and green bruise on your leg. You thought about his question. You felt like it had been a while since anyone had asked if you were ok. Maybe it was time to fess up about the stuff at Graceland. “No. There are these girls that stand out side the gates of our home and taunt me every time I leave. Sometimes, I can hear what they say when I’m trying to enjoy my time with Elvis and the Mafia. Today, they called me a “mistake” and pushed me down onto the ground. I want to tell Elvis but I’m so afraid of what will happen. He has a lot going on and I don’t want to add more to his plate.”
You exhaled after having confessed that all to Robbie. “Mrs. Presley, listen to me. I’ve known Presley for quite some time. He is a strong willed man. He would do just about anything for the people in his life. Helping you out wouldn’t be a burden to him. What might be a burden is you not telling him what’s going on. I think you should talk to him about it.”
He looked at you with a hopeful expression and held your hands in his. “Trust me. He’s a good man with respect in his heart. Tell him.”
You smiled weakly at Robbie. “I don’t know. I can give it a try. Anyways, I need a copy of For the Roses by Joni Mitchell, please!”
Robbie looked a little less hopeful before but still offered a kind smile. “Absolutely ma’am.”
Later that night, Robbie had been sat by the telephone contemplating a few things in his head. He decided with the latter. He rung up the Presley residence.
“Hello, this is Elvis Presley speaking.”
“Hey, Elvis! It’s Robbie! How have you been?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“I’ve been ok. Look, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about real quick.”
Elvis cocked his eyebrow up. At this time of night? “What’s up?”
“Your lady came in today. She looked pretty beat up. Looked like she had been crying. I asked her what was the matter and she had confessed that there was some type of harassment at your place.”
Elvis’ breath quickened. (Y/N)? Who could be hurting his precious angel?
“What do you mean?”
“She said that there have been a group of fans and paparazzi that have been camped outside your house. More than usual." He added with emphasis. "She said that every time she leaves the house, they’ve been calling her names. She said that today one of the girls shoved her to the ground. She didn’t show me but I would assume that’s where the big bruise on her leg came from.”
'My god. How have I sat here and let her be treated this way?' Elvis couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “I have to let you go Robbie. Thank you for telling me this.”
“You’re welcome. And Elvis? Go easy on her.”
Elvis hung up and put the phone back on the receiver. He stood up and walked up the stairs to his room where his lovely flower lay waiting for him.
He had a plan in mind. He would ask her to run an extra errand tomorrow and catch this in the act.
He got into bed with you and wrapped his strong arms around you. "Elvis? Are you ok?" You asked. He looked down at you and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "I love you so much. I hope you always know that."
The next morning, he asked you to run out to the dry cleaners and pick up a few of his button-ups. What you didn't know what that he had already picked these up yesterday while you were out. He forgot to tell you but he didn't want to make you go back out after you had gotten home. You looked a bit uneasy but nevertheless, you made your way out of the house and down to the gate.
Elvis wasn’t too far behind you. He took light steps in order to not scare the girls off and to scare you into thinking something was up. As he made his way down the path, he stalked behind a tree and zeroed in on the conversation.
“Aww! Look who’s back. Are you still playing messenger pigeon for him? See what I said last time? He’s bored of you. Doesn’t even want you at home.” The girls friends laughed along with her. They took turns telling you all the thighs that were better about themselves than you.
He had heard enough. He rounded the corner and briskly made his way up to the gate.
“You need to shut your mouth. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would mama's think if they heard you talking this way? (Y/N) has never done ANYTHING wrong for her to receive this treatment. I suggest you make your way away from my home before I call the police.”
The girl gasped and cowered slightly. Her little clique had escaped the scene before the confrontation went down. The girl began to tear up and she walked away quickly to hide away from the humiliation bestowed upon her.
Elvis placed his hand on the small of your back and walked you back up to your home. He opened the door for you and led you inside where you both sat on the couch.
“How long?”
You looked away humiliated. You murmured something quietly.
“Baby. Look at me. How long have they been out there bullying and harassing you.”
You faced him fully and revealed the tears rolling down your face.
“A while now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Baby. You should have told me. I’m here to protect you and make sure you’re safe.”
“I know. I just felt like it might be a burden if I would have told you.
Elvis grasps your face gently. “Nothing you could ever do is a burden. I love you so so much Satnin.”
He pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss.
“I love you too, Elvis.”
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Hewwo! baps your face off! TODAY from the big book of Redwall cookin’, we have my fuckin favorite recipe thus far; Rosey's Jolly Raspberry Jelly Rock Cakes- The one that I've actually had ready to go for a few weeks now but I kept eating it too fast to take notes. Buckle into your buggies, hotshots.
(You can find the original recipe at the bottom if you’d like to follow along, and i plead you do)-
MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS
SO, “what goes in to a Jolly Raspberry Jelly Rock Cake?” YOU MIGHT ASK
All-purpose flour
Baking powder
Salt
Unsalted butter
Sugar
Eggs
Raspberry jam or jelly
Went to read this recipe and upon realizing i had every ingredient- from start to finish it took about an hour and half from deciding to make it to being able to eat it!
AND, “what does Jolly Raspberry Jelly Rock Cake taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK
Excellence. Pure comfort. Food that heals bones and hearts. Food that laces up scars. Food you make for your lover in bed on a cold rainy day.
Not quite fluffy, but very soft, smooth center
Crumbly, again soft, outer
Tart raspberry jam is the crown jewel of the piece. Mwah. God.
Rich and refreshing
The sprinkled sugar comes out not overbearingly sweet
Do try to eat/serve these warm, they keep well, but the jam will start to absorb into the pastry
Most jam or fruit filling works here, as long as it has some tartness, the world is your oyster. Grab your oyster fork. Feel weird about having an oyster fork.
Like a molten lava cakes baby cousin-
. Used fine granulated sugar
. Used salted butter (and only a pinch of salt instead of tsp.)
. Used raspberry jam
. Served with goat cheese caramel lightly drizzled
. Bumping the cook time up from 15 to 17 minutes let the edges brown a bit more which I recommend
I think in the future I would like to also try pairing this with slices of strawberry, or perhaps fresh raspberries placed on top? Its hard to spitball pairing ideas because Most Things would pair fair!!
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Gentlethems of the Jury, we here at crossy wossys kitschy kitchy, welcome our very first 10/10
I so dearly need to communicate that I've had this art made for a good week now, I first baked this almost 2 weeks ago, and am just now getting around to writing the actual review.
I like to have the food in my mouth to write about the flavor/mouthfeels section.
And I kept eating them too fast to take notes. I've used almost a whole bag of sugar making these on repeat and my teeth surely hate me but the heavens sneer enviously.
These fellas don't seem rather persnickety- I think one would have to actively try to mess up the recipe in a way where its no longer delicious. These are essentially scones with more variety in textures and flavors! The aforementioned latest batch was made at 4am halfmindedly with multiple perceived mistakes, and the only difference from the first carefully attended-to batch was that they were slightly less pretty to look at, both being absolutely mouthwatering.
The low fussy-ness, low spoons (for me!), and delicious outcome that can pair with many drinks, makes this a flawless pastry in my eyes. a proud 10/10, with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.
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Ingredients:
1 and 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus additional for rolling the dough
1 and 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons unsalted butter or margarine, chilled and cubed, plus additional for the baking sheet
1/2 cup sugar, plus additional for sprinkling
2 eggs, lightly beaten
Raspberry jam or jelly
Method:
Preheat the oven to 400° F and grease a baking sheet.
In a mixing bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder and salt. Add the butter and rub it into the flour with your fingers (alternately, pulse the dry ingredients and butter in a food processor) until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in the sugar. Make a well in the centre, add the eggs and mix well to form a stiff dough.
Turn the dough out onto a floured board and form it into a roll. Cut the dough into ten pieces, shape them into balls and place them well apart on the baking sheet.
Use your thumb to make a hole in the centre of each and fill the hole with jam or jelly.
Pinch the dough closed over the jam, sprinkle the rock cakes with a little sugar and bake them until golden brown, about 1 5 minutes.
Cool the cakes on a wire rack and eat them while fresh, preferably on the same day.
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