#kakashi x bimbo
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Anbu Bimbo
18+ content, Minors do NOT interact
Pairing: Kakashi x Bimbo F!Reader
Summery: You always had a crush on Kakashi even back in your Academy days, however he never liked you. He doesn't tolerate idiots of which you happen to be. Even when you get promoted up to the Anbu the only use he can see for you is getting himself off.
Warnings: NSFW, Bullying, Oral sex, Unprotected penetration, slightly degrading, mild choking
Word Count: 4.2k
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“Morning Kakashi!” You call as you wait outside the Academy for your crush to arrive
“Go away”
He doesn’t snap at you. He just makes the dry statement as he breezes past you. Obito, who is not late for once, looks over at Kakashi with concern.
“That was a little harsh don’t you think? She’s just being nice.”
“She does that every morning. I don’t have time for idiots like her.”
“Geez Kakashi, she’s not the smartest, sure, but she’s really nice. And she’s kinda cute too.”
“Who cares what she looks like? She doesn’t belong here. She’s the type to get her team killed with her stupidity. I don’t know why they let her in to begin with.”
“Well she’s already mastered jutsu from two different chakra natures…and she’s a decent fighter.”
“-who will wind up punching her own teammate if the enemy tells her to.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. You don’t like her. sheesh.”
It was always like that between you and Kakashi. Deep down he was a nice guy. Even if he didn’t see it yet. He just needed some time to soften up. You never took it to heart. Any of it. It never bothered you when he glared at you after asking a question. It never bothered you when he ignored your greetings. It never bothered you when you made him sweet treats and he gave them to Obito. It never bothered you when he rolled his eyes at your compliments and it never bothered you when he yelled at you. No, not even when he yelled at you. He probably was mad about something else and just needed to get his emotions off of his chest. It’s okay. You understand. He just needed some time to soften up and you can wait. You have plenty of friends to keep you company in the meantime.
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Life after the Academy was hard on Kakashi. First he lost his best friend. Then his other teammate. Then his sensei too. You would have to be extra patient. He needed it.
You would make sure he knew you were here for him when he was ready but that didn’t mean you waited all alone. No, you had plenty of men to keep you company. A sweet little thing like you, always had many kind companions waiting to take care of you.
The men of the village stumble over each other to fall at your feet. You had dates lined up for the next two months. They always seemed so concerned about whether you ate dinner or not. It was really kind of them. Some of them got you pretty flowers for your home. Some of them wanted to make sure you got home safely. And some of them wanted to help you change and tuck you into bed, making you feel good before kissing you and heading home. They really were all very kind.
They taught you all kinds of useful ways to be just as nice to them as they are to you. Having always been good at doing things, you caught on to their instructions quickly. Their happy reactions reassuring you that you did a good job. You might not be very bright but you love making others happy.
You never did end up spending time with Kakashi like you did with these other gentlemen, but that’s okay. You’re sure he’s very busy anyways. He’s so talented and already a captain of the Anbu. Little did he know, you just got promoted to the Anbu too! You couldn’t wait to see him in the locker room on Monday and catch up.
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“Hi Kakashi!”
Kakashi’s red and white mask clatters onto the floor. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you standing there in an Anbu uniform making a mockery of the elite squadron with your bright smile and your sing-song greeting.
“What are you doing here??”
“Lord Hiruzen assigned me! Isn’t that fun?! We work together now!”
“It most certainly isn’t fun. It’s a lethal tragedy.”
“Oh uh, well I wasn’t meaning we’re here for fun. We’re here for work.” you say with a smart nod.
Kakashi rolls his eyes at you before turning to Tenzo. “What is he thinking! She’s going to flirt the information out of the enemy?!”
Tenzo puts a reassuring hand on Kakashi’s shoulder. “Relax Captain, she’s not on our team.”
“Good cause if she was, I'd chidori her before our first mission.”
“Damn Captain!”
“She’s a liability and a danger to the entire team, she’d either get herself or the rest of us killed. If I took care of things beforehand, at least that’d guarantee the mission isn’t compromised.”
The venom with which he spat these words got to you. Finally he got to you. For the first time, he managed to hurt your feelings. You began to weep as you left the locker room, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.
You know you’re not smart, but you’re really strong and you’re really good at ninjutsu. You know a lot of them. Not like Kakashi did, but for someone without a sharingan, you were talented. Talented enough to have the same job as him.
You showed up late to your first team meeting with slightly puffy eyes. You apologized and pretended it was because you got lost but everyone already knew the truth. Kakashi had made a big scene in the Hokage’s office, dragging your captain into the conversation, trying to convince him to refuse to allow you on his team.
Fortunately the others didn’t feel the same as Kakashi did. Yeah you noticed how your new team was smiling at each other after you spoke sometimes but once you completed the first round of team drills together they quickly accepted you onto their squad.
You weren’t much for coming up with strategy but you could follow orders to the letter and you had an expanse of jutsu in your arsenal. By this time, you could command four out of the five chakra natures. All they had to do was tell you what they needed and you would be there with the right jutsu to help.
Coming back to the locker room with a smile on your face and two of your teammates patting you on the back, you felt triumphant. The way everyone was encouraging you and excited for you to be there was more than Kakashi could bear. Had everyone lost their damn minds?! You were useless. You didn’t belong here. Did they actually think of you as a peer?! That’s not it, maybe just a loved mascot. It had to be the latter. That’s the only thing that made sense.
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A week later you come back from your first mission a little sweaty and muddy. You head straight for the locker room looking to shower off before heading home. You ran into Kakashi who was busy scribbling something down on paper.
“Oh, hi Kakashi!” you say in a false chipper voice. You were still hurt from your first day on the job but that didn’t mean you were going to be rude.
“Pff, what’d you trip over your own feet?”
“Huh?” you notice him glare at your muddy clothes. “Oh, uh, it got a little messy while I was covering Yougi.”
He rolls his eyes and turns back to what he was doing. You slip out of your muddy uniform and wrap yourself in a towel heading over to the showers with your toiletry bag to take a much needed shower.
Kakashi raises a brow while he watches you walk away. Eyes following you curiously as the terry cloth barely stretches over your behind. He feels his cock twitch treacherously in his pants. You are a moron. It is a hideous trait in anyone, especially a girl. He could never get it up for a useless nitwit like you.
Sure you had a pretty face and shiny hair. Yeah you had a nice figure. Had he thought about pushing your thighs apart and wrapping them around his waist when he sees you walk by? Possibly. Had he noticed how your delicate fingers nimbly handled a kunai? Potentially. Was all of that objectively hot, especially when you looked up at him through your long lashes? Of course it was. But when you give him that vacant look, one devoid of understanding and comprehension, his blood would boil.
Kakashi slams down the tactical plan he was working on. Livid with himself for wanting you. He undresses and goes to the shower next to yours. The cherry blossom scent of your shampoo is intoxicating. He turns on the water in the stall, fucking his fist to the thought of your naked body waiting for him on the other side of the wall. Imagining how you taste and feel. Your plush thighs, your small hands, your glassy eyes. He imagined ravaging it all. You, the most useless member of the Anbu. A good-for-nothing pretty face who’s only real use would be for a hot pussy pounding…
The intrusive thought bloomed in Kakashi’s head.
It had been forever since he’d gotten laid. Plus you’d always been annoyingly enamored with him. Maybe it was time to make your dreams come true.
He was in a generous mood after all.
Your fingers are working through your scalp, massaging the shampoo into your roots, breaking up the sebum built up from the last couple days in the woods. Your eyes flutter closed as you savor the floral smell of your shampoo and enjoy the self indulgent massage. Suddenly you feel hands wrap around your waist, as a naked man’s body presses against your back.
“Oh, I’m sorry, this stall is taken.” you reply dumbly.
You felt the man’s face brush up against your ear. “Need any help?” he purred with a quick nibble to your cartilage.
“No thank you, I’m good!”
“Pff”
The disdain of the noise could only be one person, “Kakashi?”
He spins you around to face him, your soapy hair now under the spray. Suds slipping down your strands and back as your eyes blink nervously at the tall strong man leaning down to kiss your lips. Eyes fluttering closed once more, you taste a mix of minty orange as his lips press into yours. A little moan falls out of your mouth, right into his. Your mind was bewildered but you just remember all the nice things those other guys told you men liked and you start doing them for Kakashi.
As you kiss, Kakashi’s hands slide around your waist and up your back, possessively clutching you as he pulls your sudsy body into his. You in turn slide your hands up his chest, fingers digging into his muscle with one hand while the other glides up to his neck. You tug him down while you push your chest up against him.
“Captain, did you…need…something…from me?” you say between kisses and you paw at his wet and naked body. He loved how you called him by his title but he hated your stupid question. Clearly he was trying to fuck, why else would be invite himself into your shower stall?
“Yes, I need you to take care of me between missions. Okay, Bunny?”
“Am I Bunny?”
He lightly booped your nose as he whispers ‘yes’ in your ear with the most tantalizing voice you had ever heard. You pull back from him and look him in the eye through your lashes to nod in understanding. “Yes Captain, I can make you feel good between missions. I don’t mind.”
“Good, then you’ll finally be useful.”
His words hurt but you weren’t about to stop. You were good at doing things, especially when it came to pleasuring men. You knew you could be helpful with this task. Plus doing this task with Kakashi of all people will be the most you’ve ever enjoyed it too.
You slip your tongue into Kakashi’s mouth to lick the roof of it before nibbling on his upper lip while he sucks on your lower one. You sigh in contentment at the pleasurable feeling, tightening your grip around his neck. You push into him, pinning him against the wall. But only for a second cause he spins you around and pins you against it instead. A small gasp escapes you upon impact with the cool tile. You see a devilish grin spread across his cheeks. He had never smiled at you before. You felt the heat rise on your face as he did.
You slip one hand up to his wet silver hair while the other tauntingly trails down his abdomen. You look down at him, soaking in the view, periodically tilting up to kiss him as your hand winds its way towards his manhood, your fingers settling themselves around the thick base of his shaft.
You look up at him as you close your grip around his length, letting your doe eyes gaze up into his to gauge how tight to grip. He looks at your hand, then at you, breath shuddering as you stroke up and down. You let the fringes in his hair tighten forcing a groan out of him. How you knew exactly how to touch him was an unexpected surprise. He really did narrow in on your main talent.
You begin to grind on his thigh while you stroke him, fingers still taught in his hair, and small little whimpers close to his ear, a medley of sensation and sound overtook Kakashi.
“Fuck Bunny, keep doing that. Keep going.”
“Yes Daddy.”
Fuuuuuck
Kakashi reaches towards your tits, allowing them to fill his hands. They fit perfectly in his palms. He closes his grip, watching the fat protrude between his fingers, licking his lips at the sight. He almost can’t believe he didn’t take advantage of you sooner.
You continue to stroke all the way up to the tip, tugging on it slightly with a small twist on each pull. You noticed Kakashi’s thighs tighten and his toes curl. Those are good signs. He’s enjoying himself. You tilt your head up for a kiss and he closes his eyes, leaning in, complying to your silent request. He felt pulled in by your soft lips. Normally he’d detest showing such affection towards someone like you but your hand felt too good wrapped around him that he couldn’t help but drink you in. Sucking on your lips, nibbling your tongue. He toyed with your mouth, forecasting how much he wanted to play with your body.
When he released the kiss he placed his hand on top of your head and slowly pushed you down to your knees. You locked eyes with him as you sank down. Hand still stroking, you pucker your lips to give light feathery kisses to his tip on every side. Mmmm. You had always wondered how he would taste.
You center in front of him, eyes gazing up as you let his tip rest on your lower lip. His eyes lock onto yours, dawn into you with anticipation, anxiously awaiting your next move. You delicately stick out your tongue and slip it under the weight of his head as you widen your mouth to allow him to slide down your throat. The guttural groan that pours from Kakashi’s breath fills the room.
Just the visual alone was one out of a fantasy but the way you swallowed him expertly was above anything another woman had done. You were an idiot but you knew your way around dick. That was for sure.
Bobbing up and down along his length you hollow your cheeks, keeping the suction as your larynx restricts around his tip. Kakashi draws breath through his teeth.
“That’s a good girl. Good job Bunny. Take daddy’s dick in your mouth.”
You blink with your big innocent orbs and give a small ‘Mhm” as you continue to pleasure him. He shuddered at the vibrations hugging his tip when you made the sound and you loved how spellbound he was under your skills. You wanted to please him. It was the first time he had ever praised you.
“Lemme fuck your face.”
Mouth full of cock, you nod and release the suction. Dropping your jaw open a little wider and relaxing your throat, you prepare for him to begin ramming himself violently down your hatch ready to rip your vocal chords apart. You don’t dare try to close your lips around him and risk grazing him with your teeth. No, you are a good obedient girl who keeps her mouth open to please her daddy.
A sickening grin spans his face. He shifts both hands to run through your wet hair and grip your scalp before holding you down on him, squishing your nose flat into his stomach. You held your breath, happy that you had excellent lung capacity from your time as a ninja. When he felt you begin to gag and constrict around him he let you go, allowing you to rock back on your heels as a string of spit connected his tip to your open and panting lips.
Reaching down he smeared the spit all over your face.
“Filthy, filthy Bunny. You like sucking dick don’t you?”
You silently nod your head yes.
“Of course you do.” he says with a sneer.
Kakashi grabs you by your bicep and brings you to standing pushing you against the wall of the shower stall in a feverish make out session. No one had ever sucked dick like you before. He was ravenous for your mouth. That talented beautiful mouth. That skilled tongue. Those cute little noises. He couldn’t get enough.
With quick reflexes he lifted one of your legs, threading his arm under your knee before lifting your second leg in the same manner. Your entire body weight was supported by your legs over his arms while his chest and mouth pushed you against the slick wet tile. He moved with dexterity. Never parting from your lips as he manipulated you into an open position that allowed his cockhead to easily sink between your folds.
As he pushes his mushroom tip past your lips you sing out a breathy moan. He was inside of you. Pushing past your tight walls that closed around him, welcoming him to a home that had been waiting for years to greet him inside.
“Oh fuck Bun, I fit inside you so good. S’like you were made for taking this dick.”
The praise rings through your head causing you to tighten around him earning you extra affection as he continues to devour your lips while initiating a slow pace in your wet cunt.
The way he’s kissing you is messing with your emotions. It feels like he is falling in love with you. Men have always been so nice and kind. Always complimenting you and making sure you feel extra good. Saying how lucky they are to be with you. But how they kiss you does not match the way Kakashi is being with you. They never had this much passion or this much need. You feel his want for you in your chest and you can’t help but moan into his mouth under the sensation.
Your arms around his neck tighten as you feel yourself slip down the wall, settling even deeper on his manhood. Kakashi plants his feet ready to drive his hips up into you with all the pent up frustration he had felt towards you over the years. Your stupid questions. Your dumb faces. Your idiotic comments. Your blank stares when he yelled at you. Your constant smiles aimed at him for no good reason. He loathed you and now he was fucking that loathing right our of his body. Your little pussy deserved this pounding. It was payback for the years of annoyance. Ever since the Academy. You were a good-for-nothing little slut and now he was using you like one.
Your tight walls clenching around him as you cry out in pleasure. Your flexibility acting as your strongest ally in the compromising position.
“Kashi, need…more.”
He lets out a malicious chuckle before letting your legs down. He pins you against the wall with one hand on your throat.
“You need more, huh?”
You gaze up at him with pleading eyes.
“You don’t wanna seem ungrateful now, do you Bun?
You silently shake your head ‘no’
With his free hand Kakashi turns off the shower and pushes against your shivering wet body, kissing you as he runs his hands all over every inch of skin. His hands run along the goosebumps erupting from the cool air seeping past the shower curtain. The same air causing your nipples to stiffen against his chest.
Kakashi runs his hands down your back and sinks them into your plush behind, kneading the muscle between his long fingers. You whimper into his mouth as one of your hands feels down his back while the other runs through his hair.
He slides his hands down to the backs of your thighs, bending his knees slightly as he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his torso. He carries you to the main part of the locker room to lay you down on the bench.
Setting you down, he lines himself back up to slip into your velvet walls once more. He begins thrusting at a gallop allowing his balls to loudly slap against your wet cheeks as he pounds into you.
“Oh fuck Kakashi! It feels so good!”
“That’s it Bun, take every inch.”
You arch your back off the bench pushing your chest into him, veins coursing with ecstasy. Your fingers dig into his skin leaving behind little crescent marks from your nails. Your knees begin to fall open while your ankles hook around his back.
He set off at an unrelenting pace, ignited by your squirming beneath him. One hand lay firmly on your neck, the other winding under your back and gripping you at the waist, he wanted to make sure you had nowhere to run. He slams his hips against yours viciously and all you do is melt and mewl in his arms.
“Thank you Daddy, thank you!”
“Shit. Fuck. Shit.”
He looks down at where your bodies connect, enthralled with how good you grip him between your folds. It more than made up for your lack of brainwaves. He needed to claim you for himself. He didn’t want you stretched out by any other man. You were going to be his personal fleshlight.
“This fuckin tight pussy’s mine now. K, Bun?”
Your head nods as your entire body is shoved up and down by the intensity of his strokes. If he was gonna use you like this, who needed those other men? They were nice but this was heaven.
You continue to bounce off of his thighs as he snaps his hips up into you. He lifts your legs into a press with one hand, while maintaining the pressure on your neck with the other. The rough nature of his frenzied battle with your sex has you close to tipping over the edge. You feel the build in your lower stomach. Your body is becoming sensitive to any small change. If he altered the speed of his pace, even a little, it’d be enough to make you snap.
Instead you feel the pressure of the weight around your neck increase and the feeling goes straight between your legs. The blood reroutes from your face and instead rushes to your clit. Suddenly your legs are twitching and trapped, sandwiched between his chest and your own.
The corners of his mouth tug up from seeing how he commanded over your body and could abuse you for his own pleasure. More selfishly than ever, he began chasing his own orgasm. Your hands fly up from his neck to your face, as you claw at your forehead and scalp trying to cope with the tingling sensation all over your body. You can’t grab onto him cause he’s moving too violently.
“Gonna fill you up good. M’kay?”
“Gaaah! Yes, Daddy!”
He wraps his palms under the tops of your shoulder blades and curls his fingers up over your shoulders. Holding you steady as he pumps his sticky ropes into your precious slit, painting the interior white. You can feel him twitch inside of you as he allows himself to go soft.
Resting his head against your forehead. He pants as he admits,
“Fuck Bunny. I don’t think I’m gonna get enough of this.”
Lowering his mouth, he continues to kiss you like a starved man, acting as if he hadn’t just spent the past thirty minutes sucking your face. When he finally releases your lips he whispers low,
“You’re coming to my place. I’m not done with you yet. That’s an order.”
He stands up to his full height, quickly wiping off his dick before changing into his clothes. You hastily brush your hair before changing into clothes of your own, ready to follow him as you rush over to his house. You may be stupid but you were always good at doing things and tonight you were doing him…on repeat.
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❀ VOLUME THREE: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY ❀
THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: DESTINY AND FATE
Eren Yeager x Reader.
Sypnosis:
An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel Universe collide! Where the Spider-Man universes collide!
Where the new spider is the, one and only nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you.
Genre:
Attack on Titan Marvel crossover, Spider-man and Eren Yeager crossover. Multiple parts.
Word count:
43.5k Words.
I apologize for making you read the rest on Ao3 if you strictly wanted to stay on tumblr. But, tumblr has a strict word block limit, which I have to abide by. I don’t feel like cutting this chapter up into chunks, sorry! Anyways, hope you enjoy!
『 VOLUME THREE: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ
Highschool.
It was a blur. Just a crazy, horrible, workfilled, blur.
And you know, that whole identity crisis everyone goes through. As a child you imagined the freedom, and most importantly boyfriends you’d have. What ended up happening was you believed you were going to marry Kakashi Hatake, a fictional anime man. You even wrote fanfiction about him.
Yeah… it was dark times…
Anyways, your father down your throat, constantly telling you how: You weren’t enough, the work you did wasn’t enough, the knowledge you knew wasn’t enough— you weren’t enough. You relied too much on his money, you relied too much on his power, you were a good for nothing gold digger and slacker.
Honestly, he couldn’t even look at you. I mean, who would want someone who mooches off their hard earned money? Oh, if only he knew now…
So, you always made sure to excel. Worked your own job, made your own money, and stood your ground. You were smart, quick, and intelligent. Hell, by the time you were done with your high school junior year, you managed to publish a book!
The basics to engineering.
However, you lacked one key thing you wished you didn’t. Looks. You weren’t the prettiest girl alive, and you didn’t have a clue on how to dress. But, you knew you had a pretty face. Although, that was hard to see with the thick framed glasses your dad bought for you. ..With the wrong prescription..
But, that didn’t matter!
Your father never brought that subject up. In fact, it was always ranting about wanting a ‘natural’ girl. Someone who wore modest clothing, and no makeup whatsoever. Your father always told you, you were too reliant. Men didn’t like that, as your father would say, they liked an independant and powerful woman. Someone intelligent, soft spoken, and self sufficient.
And, that was you!
Sure, you didn’t have the looks. You knew you were at least somewhat pretty, just didn’t know what to do with it. But, you had the smarts. You were the ideal woman your father made you to be.
You sacrificed everything for that. You wanted to be ideal, desired, and most importantly wanted. You spent your everything into studying, giving up your youth and social life for a man your father idealized for you. You didn’t even have friends. You wasted everything for a man you didn’t even know, but were going to meet. As your Father would say.
Eventually…
Sure, it did cause a lot of bullying and harassment by the other girls, but they were jealous of you. Jealous of your smarts. I mean, no one wanted a girl to just sit and be pretty. No one liked a bimbo. Boys wanted a self sufficient girl, one that took care of herself, and didn’t mooch off their money. Again, as your father tells you.
And, you made it.
Senior High School Graduation.
Approx. 4 years ago…
You graduated top of your class, and were now the ideal woman your father shaped you into. Your mother, nothing but his shadow. Your older brothers? Nothing but a replica of your father. Spurring the same exact words he would.
You were set. Everyone expected you to become a lawyer or doctor, you already completed almost half your college courses for both! How?! As much as your father complains about you mooching off him, he sure does love to use his power to your advantage.
And, you were kind of a genius… not to brag, or anything.
You were finally here, at your graduation as the perfect woman. Accepted into your dream school of NYU. And about to ask your highschool crush of four years on a date. Considering you were now desirable by your fathers standards.
So, you marched your way up to your crush. Your short heels clicking against the ground. Using your index finger to fix your glasses, and pausing. Was this a good idea? Of course it was, you were the ideal woman.. as your father tells you. You did everything he told you to. You got this. I got this.
You sniffed, rolling your shoulder and tapping your crush’s shoulder. Your foot going behind the other as he turned to you. His friend group, which consisted of some football players, and their female friend. Annie was her name, but you weren’t completely sure.
They were currently catching up with your brothers since they were old acquaintances, and your brothers had already graduated.
His smile was so sweet. Porco. You got giddy at his name. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as you walked in his direction. Standing behind him as you hesitated to tap his shoulder, “Uhm, I—“ Why now of all times were you stumbling over your words? “I just— I really like you, and wanted to ask.. if you were free sometime?..”
There was silence.
Before, laughter, “Oh my god!” Annie laughed, getting an elbow from your crush. Making Annie catch herself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to contain her laughter. With your brothers snickering behind them.
Your crush forced a smile in your direction, hands going into his pockets. Fidgeting, “Look, I’m sure you're a wonderful person but..” Porco glanced at his friend, his eyes widening for a split second. “You’re just not my type.” He shrugged.
You could feel your heart shatter. Wait, I thought Dad said–
Annine pressed her fingers to her lips, “Sorry, but his type are girls who actually take care of themselves, rather than their grades.” She laughed again, throwing a blonde chunk of hair behind her shoulder. “Weird to think, right?” She added a mocking smile, “You know, for how smart you are, you really are stupid.”
You felt your lips part, wanting to say something only for it to get lodged in your throat. For some reason, you looked to your brothers for help. You knew they weren’t going to do anything, but you couldn’t help but hold some hope. That they may, as your older brothers, protect you.
They didn’t. They never did.
In fact, you parents weren’t even at your graduation. Your brothers came after the ceremony to drive you home. And, that’s when they started catching up with their old friends.
Your crush.
You nodded your head, turning on your heel and walking away. The restroom sounded nice right about now. You kept your eyes to the ground, blinking rapidly as you navigated to the restroom. Accustomed to the school’s layout. When you bumped into someone, making some tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re okay.” They replied instantly, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” They let out a small laugh. However, it sounded stiff– maybe even forced. Like, they were nervous.
You don’t remember much about what he looked like, just that he was tall, and you called him ‘highschool guy.’ You awkwardly giggled, “Yeah, I guess.” You shakily said, continuing on your walk to the restroom. Pushing your glasses up.
“You’re really pretty.” He added.
That made you freeze.
Your eyes glossy, tears falling down your cheeks. Eyes red and puffy, mascara smudged, and flex flushed. You, by no means, looked pretty. You shakily inhaled, looking up and smiling at him. Pushing your glasses up, and feeling your lips wiggle. “Thanks.” Then, you continued on your way. God, you would give anything to go back in time and get that guy's number.
You really needed to hear those three words.
Freshman Year of College.
Approx. 3 years ago…
You left as soon as your dorm was ready for you. You needed to get out of your house, and life as soon as possible. Which you did.
And, now you had another problem. You didn’t have friends. Nor did you know how to socialize.
Well, shit.
You first turned to anime, because… actually you don’t know why. It just seemed right at the time. You decided that watching Kiss him, not me, would somehow solve all your problems. And, it did.
Okay, no, it didn’t.
The worst part was, you didn’t need help with schoolwork. So, that eliminated a big part of socialization in college. The study groups weren’t even worth studying for, it just ended up being a group of people who shared answers. Then, when they found out you already knew how to do the work since highschool… Well, it’s easy to assume what happened next. You didn’t even know how to say no. Let alone make conversation beyond that.
So, you decided to take a different approach. One that would haunt you the rest of your college education. A blessing, but mostly curse.
Thus, Bimbo Y/n was created. The version of yourself you wish you were. Witty, cute, fashionable, approachable, conversational, happy, and maybe a little stupid, but hey! It was who you wanted to be. So, that’s who you were.
“So, you went to our high school, middle school, and elementary school with us?” Connie asked, blinking at you like you were insane. “Dude, what are the odds? Jean and I have literally never noticed you.”
No, I’m happy you didn’t know me. I looked like Helen Keller trying to figure out what to do with my life. You thought. It was not a good time.
Jean shrugged, “I’m glad, now we can talk shit about people, and Y/n knows who they are.” He bumped his shoulder against yours, smiling at you playfully. “And, you can agree with us.”
Sasha brought her head up, sliding her paper towards Connie. “Finished!” She cheerfully said, placing her pencil on the table.
Connie glared at her, “Sasha, last time I got answers from you, I ended up with a forty percent on the homework.” Connie grumbled at Sasha, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at her. “I think I’d much rather take the answers from Y/n.”
You looked up, blinking at him. “For the.. uhm–” you pressed your finger to your lips. “Math with like letters right!” Was that too stupid? You pushed your curled hair behind your ear, your finger awkwardly catching inside your hoop earring. If it wasn’t obvious, you weren’t used to wearing them. Wait, did they see that?
Sasha's heart melted, “Bless her soul. She’s so cute, but doesn't have a single thought behind her eyes.” She hugged you, “I love you so much, Y/n. Literally marry me, and have my babies.” She shoved her face in your curly hair, enjoying all the lotions, and perfumes you wore. “I promise to take care of you.”
Take care of me? Huh, ironic. You wished you could record the amount of times you’ve been told that, and send it to your Father. In all honesty, it really confused you. Maybe, that’s why you weren’t keen on the idea of a full term relationship.
Jean pushed Sasha away from you, “I’m trying to teach her how to do this, I can’t have you distracting her Sash.” He scooted closer to you, “Okay, back to what I was saying, Babe.”
You blinked, processing what he called you. Was that normal? Calling your friends nicknames? Mental note, give everyone cute nicknames. You nodded eagerly at Jean, looking back at his paper. “We were like–combing the letters, right?” You leaned on your gloved palm, tilting your head at the paper.
Jean laughed at you, “Yeah, sure.” He said with a smile, “Uhm, well. Then, you check if the equation is right by solving for it.”
You nodded your head softly, “Oh, I totally get it now!” Which would be fine if he did the equation correctly in the first place. You learned this stuff back in highschool, in fact–you already learned everything they were studying right now. If anything, you should be tutoring the three of them.
“Oh shit! What time is it?” Connie shouted, pulling out his phone and checking the time. You flinched at his abruptness, taking your eyes off your paper. Connie looked around frantically, “Why didn’t my alarm go off?!” He opened his bag, and slid all his paperwork inside. Which was an impressive skill, since nothing fell out.
Sasha grabbed her phone, “Why? What time is–” her eyes widened with fear, “Shit! Our job!” She also shoved all her things into her backpack, just without the skill and grace as Connie. “I’ll see you guys when we get off.”
You smiled at them, waving goodbye. Sasha grabbed Connie’s hand squeezing it. “Ugh! She’s so cute!” Connie tugged Sasha out the room.
You giggled, grabbing your Starbucks drink and taking a sip. Enjoying the tasty refresher. “I like her,” you looked at Jean, “She’s fun.” Your eyes moved briefly over the door again, smiling to yourself.
Jean smiled, “She likes you too.” He laughed briefly, “In fact, they both like you.” He leaned on his palm, “I like you, too.”
You blinked a few times, I know you like me. I just don’t want you to. “Oh.” What do I even say to that? “Uhm, thanks?” You softly replied.
Jean pushed a strand of hair from your face, “You’re really pretty.”
You forced a smile, you wouldn’t think that if you first saw me in highschool. Which.. you have. We’ve literally gone to the same school since elementary… “Thanks, I think you're pretty too.” You leaned your face into his hand. I did not just say that. “But, I think I should be getting home. I have one of those video call thingies in an hour.” That was a lie, you just had something else to do.
“Oh, uh. Okay,” He stood up, closing his laptop. “Do you want me to walk you?”
You shook your head, “No, s’it okay.” You started putting your things away, “I’m probably going to get some snacks on the way.” You smiled at him, placing your bag over your shoulder. “Bye bye, Jean.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then left the room. Closing the door behind you, and sighing out.
You were never going to date, let alone fuck that man. No matter what anybody thought, or said. Even if Jean claimed it himself. But, you were going to be polite. Because, you were classy, and didn’t believe in being rude. Unless deserved. You loved Jean in a platonic way. You really enjoyed hanging out with him, but that's how far things would go.
Anyways, you had a few things to do before going home. Like changing your goddamn heels into something you could walk in. You praised women who wore heels everywhere, you had only been wearing them for three hours, and wanted to die. Worst of all, you were sitting down for the majority of it.
Walking outside the building you changed your shoes into some comfy converse, placing your heels in your bag, and continuing on your adventure. Pulling out your sketchbook and pencil, holding onto it as you walked into your favorite sweet spot.
The door rang as you opened it, you smiled at the cashier. Gwen.
She screamed when she saw you, “Y/n! Oh my god, you look so sexy right now.” She grabbed your favorite sweets, stuffing them into a small bag. “What’s up with the sudden aesthetic change? Have you been taking my advice?”
You giggled, running your hand over your beige trenchcoat. Underneath a black turtleneck, decorated with a gold necklace. You pulled out your credit card, handing it to her, “Maybe,” you bashfully said.
Gwen pushed a strand of hair from your face, “Ah! I can't wait for the day you let me put makeup on your pretty face.” She tilted her head, admiring you for a moment. “Awh, I wish I had a pretty face like you.”
Which only recently happened, very recently. You giggled, “Gwen, you already do.”
Gwen squealed, taking your card and ringing you out. “Ah! But, that makes me so happy, Honey.” She leaned forward, handing you your bag and credit card. She stayed there, “Guess who called me last night.”
Your eyes widened, “No.”
“Yes.” She smiled, “Harry said he wants to take me out on a date.” She pouted, “Which is weird, because I thought he had a thing for you.”
You cringed, “Ew.” You shook your hands. “I mean, I don’t even know Harry, so I can’t–” you shook your head, “Anyways, I– I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” I have a hell of a lot of online courses to finish.
Gwen's eyes softened, tilting her head to the side. “Awh, you’re so strong for that.” She placed her hand to her heart, “Couldn’t be me though.”
You snorted, placing your hand over your lips. Trying to cover your loud laugh, “Gwen I– just shut up.” This is why you love her.
Gwen laughed with you, pushing your shoulder softly. “Anyways, are you going to the spot?” She leaned on the palm of her hand, adjusting her earring for a second.
You took your things from her, “You mean my dorm’s roof?” You rolled your eyes playfully, “I wouldn’t call it ‘the spot,’ but yeah. That’s the plan.” You placed your things into your purse, giving her a final wave. “See you tomorrow.”
“Or, in a few hours if you get hungry again.” Gwen stuck her tongue out at you.
You rolled your eyes as you left the building. Almost bumping into a male as you did so, “Oh, I’m sorry.” You quickly acknowledged, trying not to be rude.
He smiled at you, before waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”
You could feel your heart flutter with his soft tone. “Uh– I– yeah.” You watched him walk inside the sweet shop, making eye contact with Gwen.
You gave her the look. She returned one.
He’s so cute.
Right?! Should I talk to him?..
Yes?! He’s so your type Gwen.
Okay, okay, okay, let me get his name.
Gwen looked away from you, turning her attention to the male. She pushed a strand of white hair behind her ear, leaning forward at the male who just walked in. “Hi, can I get the name for the order?”
He nodded, “Yeah, Peter.” Peter smiled, before quickly adding— “Parker. Peter Parker.” You could tell he was nervous. It was honestly really cute.
Gwen giggled, “Okay, Peter Parker, what can I get for you today?” She tilted her head, her eyes glancing at you for a moment. You just gave her a thumbs up, then left.
You didn’t want to be a third wheel.
Skipping along the streets of New York, you were still getting used to walking everywhere, since you didn’t want to get caught in traffic. It was a weird contrast to constantly being driven everywhere back in California, but you can confidently say you preferred it. Even if your feet burned. Maybe, that’s why you liked staying with your Mother rather than your Father.
It felt nice to get some fresh air. Even if it was the blistering cold of the merry holidays. Which means you have to visit your family for Christmas in a few days. You could already feel your body regressing.
Your Mother and Father in the same room. What a nightmare.
When you arrived at your dorm building, you could feel your shoulders get heavier. You didn’t like that stupid place, it was loud and your roommates weren’t any better. But, you couldn’t afford an apartment, and asking your Father for money didn’t sound too appealing. In fact, you couldn’t recall the last time you spoke to your dad.
It took some time before you reached the door of your room, pushing it opening and walking inside. Shutting it behind you, and dropping your purse on your bed. Grabbing your things along with your computer, placing it inside your bag and walking to your window. Pushing it open.
Then, climbing up the latter escape, trying to reach the roof. You sighed, finally reaching the top and sitting on your blanket. Something you set up a few days before.
“Karen?” You waited for a moment, before your computer lit up.
“Good evening, Y/n.” A robotic, male voice spoke back. “What seems to be– crack-a-lackin.”
Your eyebrows met together, “Eugh, ew. Who the hell taught you that, Karen?” You said with a giggle. Grabbing your sketchbook, and flipping to an unfinished sketch. Continuing to finish the drawings design.
“....”
You giggled, shaking your head, Maybe you accidentally programmed him to say that.
“Gwen.” He quickly said, his voice almost sounded guilty.
Your jaw dropped, “Gwen?” You accused. Since when did Gwen even talk to Karen? He’s probably lying. “Well– then, don’t be listening to what Gwen says, she’s unfiltered.” You smiled, “She’s not good for your pure, untainted, soul.”
“Who would be good for me?” Karen asked.
“Me.” You responded coolly, “I’m the goodest person for you.” You tapped the pencil on your paper. “That’s why I’m your mother.”
“Goodest isn’t a word, Y/n.” He lectured, “You’re searching for the word– best.” He laughed, “And, you are not my mother. You are my creator.”
You rolled your eyes, “I was trying to be funny, Karen.” You turned away, “And, I am your mother.”
“Well, you’re not funny.”
Your jaw dropped, before shaking your head. “Karen, just do your goddamn job, and find me some parts for my design?” You tapped your pencil against your lip. “And, make it something accessible. Maybe… from like Home-Depot?” You looked at the screen, “Oh, and if pink is an option, add that.”
“No. Pink is a horrible choice. But, searching for; suit parts.”
I can’t take this assault. You glared at your screen, grumbling, “Pink is a good choice.” You finished the eyes of the drawing, and observed the final product. You grabbed a sharpie, and quickly added your signature on the bottom of the leg. “And, when did you get so mean?”
Karen cleared his throat –which you didn’t even know he could do– before speaking. “Here is what I found on; suit parts.”
You pulled your computer over your lap. Scrolling through the links Karen found for you. You pressed your lips together, I thought I said cheap. You pouted, looking at your design, then the computer screen. You couldn’t afford any of this. “Goddammit.” Why can’t I just make a super high tech supersuit for five bucks?
“Are you allowed to be up here?”
You jumped, shutting your computer, and sketchbook. Before snapping your neck back to look at the person behind you. The only way to get on this roof was to climb up the later escape, was this person here this whole time?!
He laughed to himself, “Because, last time I saw an unwanted stranger on a roof, I got thrown off it.”
You could feel your Jaw drop. “Of course I’m allowed to be up– Wait, thrown?!” You took a deep breath, clasping both your hands together and collecting yourself. “That– what are you?–” Tony Stark, the Tony Stark was standing in front of you. No way. You could feel your mind blanking.
“I thought you were going to jump, so I decided to stop by. Or, you could be a highly intelligent villain from another planet, with this thing called ‘The Scepter,’ so–” He said, clicking his mask and revealing his face to you. “Kinda traumatized. Or, I could be saving a life.” Tony flashed you a charming smile, clicking his chest and removing himself from his suit.
Holy shi– Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, before you cocked your head to the side. “Really?” Tony thought you were going to jump?
“No.” He replied nonchalantly, then looked at your computer. You followed his eyes and internally cringed. “Karen? That’s his name right?” He took a step in your direction. “Does it stand for anything?”
You looked to the side, almost embarrassed. “No.” You looked at your computer, placing your hand over it. “He just likes the name Karen.” For some reason, you were embarrassed to say that.
Tony let out a brief laugh, “He named himself?” He smiled, “And, he likes it?” He reached his hand out, wanting to hold your computer. “Did you program him to have emotions?”
You grabbed your computer, standing up and handing it to him. “Kinda, I programmed him to have thoughts that could contradict mine, and to build himself off that.”
“Nice. I created something like that too back in elementary.” Tony cocked his head to his suit, before opening your computer, “Suit parts?” He suppressed a smile, trying not to be rude. “And, from Home Depot?”
You could feel your face burn with embarrassment, “Well, I just like looking at—“
“Suit parts.” Tony finished, his head tilted to the side. He looked amused.
You cringed, before reaching for your thick sketchbook. “Okay, it sounds weird but–” you opened up the book, handing it to him. “I absolutely adore all the designs of the super suits, and was inspired to make a drawing of them. Then, that's when I realized, wait, if I have the intelligence to design a fully functional suit on paper.” Tony looked up at you, opening the sketchbook. “What’s stopping me from actually making the suit?” You took a deep breath, pointing at your computer. “That’s when I made Karen, he was basically me making the suit digitally. So, I had to make a whole program for that, and that wasn’t even the trial and error for making sure the application worked. Then, once–“
“Jesus kid, what the hell.” Tony continued flipping through the sketchbook. Your computer supporting your thick book underneath. He stopped on the drawing you finished not too long ago. “You made all this?”
You blinked at him, almost offended he cut you off. “I mean, yeah. My signatures on the leg.” You softly grumbled.
Tony looked back at his suit, gesturing to his suit to come close. “Garvis.”
“Sir.”
Tony lifted the sketchbook, “Scan this. See if it’s functionable.” Tony’s suit, who was supposedly named Garvis, flew closer. Propping himself right behind Tony and looking at the sketchbook. Taking it from Tony’s hands and flipping through the pages.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Garvis?” You looked around, before your eyes landed on Tony’s suit. Was the suit Garvis?.. Okay, maybe Tony Stark was insane. You took a step back.
“Sir, all this information adds up to a fully functional suit.”
I mean, I did make a whole application to see whether or not it would work, so… You thought silently.
“In-fact, it’s put together so well– it could be something you made, Tony.”
Wait. He’s british?!
The suit– Garvis, looked at you, “This is incredible, Ma’am.”
You couldn’t help but smile, nodding your head at the suit. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Thank you Garvis.” Wait, did you just get butterflies from a suit A.I? Jesus, Y/n.
Garvis nodded, taking a step in your direction, lifting his hand, but Tony cut him off. He reached for the helmet, and removed it, placing it on his face. “Can you give me a visual display?” He placed his hands on his hips. Tony was so.. “Wow.” He removed his face mask, looking at you.
“What?” You raised an eyebrow.
“You made this.” He acknowledged.
You threw your hands in the air, “It’s not like that’s what this whole conversation is about.” You grabbed your sketchbook from the suit and your computer from Tony. “Yes, I made this.”
Tony looked at his suit, and his suit looked at him. “No need to be a smart-ass about it, but what’s your name?”
You suppressed a smile. “Y/n L/n.”
Tony’s eyes widened, “L/n?” He leaned his head back, thinking to himself. “Is your father–”
“Yes.” You replied, placing your things into your bag.
“I’ve worked with him.”
“He wouldn’t stop talking about it.” You looked up at Tony, “He’s a horrible partner. Even though everyone thinks he’s so smart.”
“But, all he does when speaking to someone is repeat their words with bigger ones.” Tony rolled his eyes, smiling at you. “Sounds about right. It’s why I don’t work with him anymore.”
You nodded, “Sounds like my Dad.” You rolled your eyes, sighing out dramatically. “It’s nice to hear someone doesn’t like him either.” You always hated hearing praise about that man. He was everything, but praise worthy.
Tony bit the inside of his cheek, thinking for a moment. “Okay, how about this.” He pulled Jarvis closer, clicking a button on his face. Making a blue holographic display appear to you. It was your suit. “I’ll provide you everything to make your suit, and I’ll even help you with some elements to enhance the product.”
You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands at your hips. “Really? And, how much is this going to cost me?”
“Nothing,” Tony shook his head, “Completely free.” He gestured with his hands, “And, how about this. I get you a job right under me at Stark Industries, it pays well, and I’ll get you an apartment somewhere nice.”
You looked down, “All this for some stupid A.I, and cheap supersuit?”
“Kid, that ‘stupid A.I’ could have payed off your entire college experience if you sent it to the right people.” He pointed at your computer, “It’s self sufficient, disciplined, compiles information over the web, is intelligent enough to compile its own thoughts, and emotions.” He shook his head, “And, that’s not even half of it.”
“You made one.”
“Yeah, but I have the money to make them. You made it inside your cheap chrome computer.”
Okay, ouch. It was the only thing I could afford. You placed your hands behind your back, placing a foot behind the other. “Okay, fine. If I accept your offer, what’s the catch?” There’s always a catch.
“No catch.”
“I don’t believe you.” You accused.
“I hate that, but I don’t blame you. In fact, I respect it.” He turned to Garvi– his suit, –this was already getting confusing– and entered it. “Here’s what I need. You, and your suit.” Tony’s voice had an augmented tone to it now. He placed his feet on the floor, no longer flying. “I could use your help with something that’s happening here, in New York.”
“The bombings?” You said, before adding. “The Mandarin.”
Tony was quiet for a while before responding, “Yeah, that.”
You took in a deep breath, butterflies swarming your stomach. “So, you’re asking for my help with a mission that could potentially kill me?”
Tony’s head tilted to the side for a moment, “Well, when you put it like that, I guess it does sound a little weird.”
You looked out to the city, walking to the ledge of the building. “What if I say no?”
“You won't.” Tony stood next to you, “I’ll even let you wear the suit during the mission, you— you just would..” He sighed, moving his hands in a circular motion. “Need to work out. A lot.”
You glared at him, a little offended. “I do work out.” Sometimes…
“Good. We just need to get you strong enough to stop a bus.” He lifted his hand, turning it so his palm was facing down. Displaying a miniature version of your suit, “And, you’ll have the help of your own design.”
You remained quite looking back at the city. “Do you even have a Stark Industries here in New York?” You glanced over the area, enjoying the sparkling lights.
“You a senior?”
You shook your head, “Freshman.”
Jesus you were young. “We’ll have one built your Junior year.”
You laughed, nodding your head. “That’s great to hear.” You turned to Tony, collecting your hair all together and flipping it over your shoulder. “And, is anyone going to know I’m working with you?”
“Do you want people to know?” He asked sincerely.
You shook your head, sighing softly. “Just no one in my school.” You rubbed your shoulder soothingly, “I just made friends with people who like me.” Being this random genius would only repeat what happened in high school.
Tony's eyes softened for a moment, but he didn’t comment on it. “Then, no one will know. No one has to know.” Tony smiled, nodding his head. “So, c’mon.” He sighed, “I have to let Levi know about your involvement.”
You could help but blinked a few times in confusion, “Levi?” Who’s Levi?
Tony tilted his head, before responding. “You don’t?– Oh, uhm, Levi’s my brother, he just likes his privacy.” Which Tony was going to change if Levi took the job as the Iron Patriot.
You could feel your jaw drop, “You have a brother? Is he as smart as you?” You whispered, like Levi was in the room with you.
Tony laughed, “Smart? Maybe a little less? Rich? Absolutely.” You placed his hand behind his neck, “And, I would say his way stronger than me.” He shook his head, “Not by choice though.”
“Was he forced?” You cautiously asked, placing a hand over your chest.
“No, he just wanted to be the stronger one.”
You laughed, before flashing him a smile, nodding your head. “Fine, I’ll help.” You took a step backwards, twisting in a circle. Your skirt kicking up in the wind with you. “Where's our first mission?” You asked excitedly, your hands clasped together.
“I’m flying you to California.” Tony placed his hands on his hips, flying up slightly. Making your hair flutter, “You got a passport?” You nodded excitedly, “Great, let’s go make your suit.”
You bit your bottom lip, jumping up and down. You smiled, nodding your head. Jumping up and down excitedly, “I get to be a superhero!”
“Slow down, Y/n. Baby steps.”
Freshman Year
Beginning of Second Semester.
Approx. 3 years ago…
You giggled, “Jean, if anything happens I’ll call you.” You pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him away. “Now, go find Sasha and Connie, I promise you they’re probably like—wandering around.”
Jean gave you a strained smile, “Uh, are you sure?” He looked to the side, “Because, I’m sure we can just look around together–”
“No!” Your hands came out, expressing your distress. You blinked a few times, before clearing your throat. “I mean, no thank you.” You flashed him a kind smile, “It’ll be better if we split up.”
Jean nodded his head slowly, alarmed by your distress. But, not questioning it further. “Okay, well, call me if you get lost.”
You nodded, immediately walking off. Making sure Jean was out of sight before falling to the ground, tears pearling in your eyes. “Holy shit, these heels are killing me.” You groaned, massaging your ankles. Which wasn’t really helping considering how you were wearing boots that reached your knees.
The worst part was, with the skirt you were wearing, you couldn’t even sit down properly without flashing someone. You blamed Gwen, she was the one who picked out your outfit. In fact, as of now, Gwen was your main source of inspiration for clothing. With all the jewelry, and make-up. The only thing that was original was– your black gloves.
Your phone rang, and you checked the caller I.D.
Tony S.
You rolled your eyes before sliding your finger over the screen, holding up the device to your ear. “Tony.” You greeted, standing up and suppressing a pained groan. Curse these stupid heels, you’d give anything to know how to walk in them.
“Bambi, how are you doing?” Tony greeted.
You could feel your eyebrows mush together in distaste, “If you call me that one more time, I swear to god, I’ll find a way to destroy my suit.” You threatened. He was calling you a bimbo, Tony thought the words were similar enough. “But, I’m good. The bruise is healing nicely.”
Tony huffed, “I can’t believe that was the only thing you got, I thought the guy killed you with that punch.” Tony laughed, “You should’ve seen the look on his face when you got back up.”
You laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It was Karen who did that.” You don’t know how, but that’s what happened. “Anyways, I still have some adjustments that would make the suit better. As well as flexible.”
“We’re starting the construction of a Stark Industries building here.” Tony informed.
Your eyes widened, “Oh, that’s good. Makes it easier to upgrade suits.” You looked around, a skyscraper in the distance catching your attention. Oscorp. “Aren’t you scared Oscorp is going to start rivaling you, or something? I’ve heard they’ve got some shady stuff going on behind closed doors.”
“I’m not too worried.” Tony sighed, “I know ways to keep it nice.”
You laughed, “Alright, Tony.” You walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the college scenery. A field of green grass and a beautiful, large, flower tree. It was pretty enough for a picture. If only you had a camera. “Just, fix up my suit please. I plan on wearing it again.”
“Oh, not happening.”
You mushed your eyebrows together, utterly confused. It was your suit? “What?!”
“I thought I told Happy to tell you about it.”
“Happy’s in the hospital.” You bluntly replied, wanting to kill Tony. There was no way he was revoking your suit privileges.
“Actually, he just got dispatched. He’s doing well.”
Your eyebrows raised with delight, “Oh, that’s good– Wait, what do you need to tell me?” You shook your head, trying to stay on topic. “Is it something bad? Did the suit malfunction.” Did I do something bad?
“No, your suit’s fine. We just–can’t have you running around playing superhero.” You could tell Tony was smiling, “That’s for us adults. The big kids.”
“I am an adult.” You shot back. Opening your purse and searching for your favorite pink hair tie. Tying your hair up, so it was out of your face.
“You’re barely an adult, but I still have some plans with you.” Tony sighed, “For the time being, I’m putting a mini mechanic shop in your apartment. So, do what you will with that.”
You smiled, nodding your head. Tony already managed to get all your things moved into your new apartment. You did a small circle as you continued to walk around. Today was so pretty, you wished you had your camera. “Oh! And, I sent the new bomb designs over to you.” You slowly twisted around, walking backwards. “It follows the target, and once it’s made contact it—“
“Blows up.” Tony finished, “It’s perfect. Love the creativity.”
You didn’t know if he was being sarcastic. “Wonderful.” You brought your body forward again. It was silent for a moment, “So, is this it?” You softly said, almost hurt.
“Oh, no. I need you around.” Tony let out a small, ‘ah,’ “Actually, I have another assignment coming up, and I could use your help.”
You eyes landed on a tall male, holding–
A camera. Perfect!
You walked up to him, pointing at his camera. Smiling at him sweetly. He just blinked at you confused. You mentally groaned. You cut Tony off, “Let me call you back, Honey.” Before ending the call, placing your phone in your purse. “Your thingy,” you said, pointing at his camera. “Are you one of those people who take the cool snapshots?”
The man let out a small laugh, “My camera.” He corrected.
You could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach from his voice alone. Even if you couldn’t see his face, he was weirdly cute. Maybe, that’s why you approached him. Along with the camera.
You could already tell, you liked this guy.
Even if you never got his name.
Senior Year.
Middle, First Semester
Current time…
“You know, I miss talking to Karen.” You rolled your swivel chair back, “Before, he became the Spider-man suit.” You pouted, “And, before you rest him.”
“Ah! You mean her.” Tony corrected, hiding the smile on his lips. “And, I didn’t mean to reset her. I just— accidentally reset her programming.” He quickly said.
“Accident my ass.” You grumbled, rolling back to your desk. Grabbing your keyboard, and opening a small compartment hidden underneath it. Grabbing the small key from inside, and opening your desks drawer. Reaching for the microphone you left inside, and typing something on your computer. “The button clearly said reset.” You grumbled, looking at the text on the screen. He was my best friend.
You haven’t even gotten to meet the new Karen. It made you sad. You slammed your drawer shut, locking it up again. Placing the key where it belongs.
“Graduation is in a few months.” Levi voiced, leaning on the wall window. Looking outside, a cup of coffee in his hand. His foot resting behind the other one. “Are you excited about that?” He took a sip of his coffee.
You sighed, stretching out your neck. “Yeah, it’s exciting and scary.” You peered over your shoulder, “Like, I want it to be over. But, I’m scared of growing up.”
“Don’t be, Bambi.” Tony added.
You just glared at him. “Thanks.” You grit.
Levi shook his head, trying to ignore the laugh bubbling in his throat. “We’ll be there, Y/n.” Levi lifted his glass to you, making you turn your attention away from Tony. “I wouldn’t want to miss you finally becoming an adult.”
You softly smiled, your eyes softening. “Good.” You turned back to your screen, “I would’ve quit if you didn’t, and we all know you need me to function.”
Levi felt his eye twitch, “On second thought.” Tony just softly laughed, giving you a discreet thumbs up.
Levi rolled his eyes at his brother’s encouragement. Before looking at your screen, “And, what are you doing?” Levi doesn't remember assigning any work to you?
You leaned your head back, “I’m working on my personal project.” You responded, “It’s a gift.” To yourself..
“You’re making a gift for someone?” Levi asked, pushing himself off the window. Walking behind your chair, and looking at your screen. “A suit? Y/n, you can’t give a random person a suit.”
You threw your hands over the screen, trying to hide it from him. “Don’t snoop, Levi.” You scolded, “And, it’s a graduation gift to myself! I’m jealous that Spider-Man gets to use my suit.”
Levi shook his head, “Well, it is my company. I would like to know what’s being made.”
“It’s actually mine.” Tony cut in.
You giggled, “Sure, sure. I forgot.” You clicked a different tab, grabbing the microphone and holding it to your mouth. Glancing at the phrases displayed on the screen.
“Don’t tell me you’re using your own voice for the suit.” Levi groaned, taking a sip of his drink.
You blinked a few times, “No..”
Tony twisted his body around, pointing at you. “That’s genius.” He stood up, dramatically pushing his swivel chair away from him. “Someone get me a microphone. Pepper?” He called, walking out the room.
You giggled, nodding at Tony. “See, Tony gets it.”
Levi placed his hand to his face, sighing slowly. “I swear, you two are so full of yourselves.” Levi looked at you through his fingers, suppressing an amused smile.
You shrugged, clicking the record button. “Good evening, I’m Y/n. And, you are?” You hit the pause recording, waiting for the next phrase to pop up.
“When do you think you’ll be done with the suit?” Levi looked at the screen.
You tapped your lips a few times. “Uhm, it should be done by the end of the month. Maybe the beginning of next month, the latest.” Your eyebrows came together, “Wait, why did you give my suit away?”
“A kid got bit by one of our radioactive spiders.” Levi cringed the moment he said it. You weren’t supposed to know that.
“Wait, Spider-Man was directly caused by you?” You thought he just happened to be one of those people born with powers. You looked back at your screen, “Why didn’t you tell me about that? I could’ve made a better version of the suit.” You saw Levi cringe again, and you smiled cheekily to yourself. “Unless, you weren’t supposed to tell me.”
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” Levi followed.
You giggled, “Don’t worry I won’t tell Tony.” Levi let out a breath of relief, while you looked at the text on your computer. Reading it in your head, and readying your microphone. “Just as long as you help me make my suit.”
Levi hated you.
-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your comfy, comfy, bed… ]ˎˊ
Dawn was rising, around 6 in the morning, and drawings upon drawings scattered your room. You phone softly playing your favorite song, Amor Eterno. While your hand moved across the paper with an outliner pen. Adding the final details to the improved suit design, before sighing, sitting up from your bed and stretching.
Harry’s words bouncing in your head like an over inflated ball even if the date was over a week ago. Let me take care of you. You loudly laughed, like you even wanted that. Hell, you found the irony of it. The very thing your father supposedly hated you for, was the very thing men of wealth wanted to do.
Honestly, whatever.
It’s not like you wanted them anyways. But, it was always so satisfying knowing that you’d never give them a chance. Were you fake? Maybe? But, that’s what shitty Dads can do to you.
And, Daddy issues.
You adjusted the strap of your crop top and stood up. Ripping the page out of your thick sketchbook, and adding it to your billboard. You threw the book behind you, hearing as it loudly crashed against your bed.
That’s what four years of college sketches, and suit designs sound like.
You grabbed your glasses and took a step back, then placed your hands on your hips. Nodding at the outcome. You liked this upgraded design. Nanotechnology was definitely the way to go. If you go to Stark’s place today, you should be able to have the suit finished by—
‘Knock, knock!’
You looked at your window, eyebrows mushed together. It was silent for a minute, making you think you made up the noise in your head. You know you’re crazy, but not that crazy. “Did I just hear a knock?..”
“Yes, you did.”
You shook your head, suppressing a smile. Biting the corner of your lip, and shaking your head, mumbling– “Don’t tell me I need to get the bug spray.” You grabbed your pink curtain, and pulled it back. Tilting your head and smiling at the male on the other side of the clear glass.
He was crouching on the railings of the fire escape. His head tilted to the side, looking into your room. His eyes widened for a second, “You’d ruin the treats if you did.” Spider-man raised the bag, shaking it lightly. Allowing you to get a better view of what he was holding.
A bag from your favorite sweet shop.
You laughed, biting your lip and raising the window. “Okay then, next time.” And, believe me, there will be a next time.
-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your Apartment’s Fire Escape… ]ˎˊ
You giggled, taking a bite of your macaroon.
“You’re kidding?” You questioned, “And, he just walked away?” You scoffed, “I swear, the fucking nerve of some people, right?” You took a bite of your strawberry macaroon. Your favorite upon favorites of flavors.
Spider-Man nodded his head, his mask above his mouth as he took a bite of his sweet treat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, getting a loud– ’Ew!’ from you.
You pushed his shoulder playfully, scrunching your nose at him. “You’re disgusting, Spider-Man.” You pushed your glasses to the top of your nose.
He laughed loudly, “What? You took all the napkins, what am I supposed to do?” Him wiping off the junk off his face with his hand wasn’t even the worst of it. You should’ve seen him last night. Eren was losing his mind over a picture he found of you in his camera. He completely forgot he even took it, on top of that— it was a picture of you smiling. Cutest and purest thing he’s ever seen.
Soon enough, his mind wasn’t so pure. His back to the bed, eyes screwed shut, while his hand slowly moved up and down his fat dic—
You scoffed, grabbing a few napkins and tossing them at his face. “I don’t know? Ask?! Like a human.” You looked to the side, rolling your eyes. “Idiot.”
Spider-Man shook his head, cheeks tinted red. Thank god he had a mask on. “Ugh, get over it, Y/n.” He pressed, “Anyways, then the dude walked away like he didn’t slap me.” He shook his head, his eyes squinting. “And, then– And then, He walked to a police officer who watched the interaction and snitched on me.”
You snorted, tilting your head back and laughing. “Seriously? Jeez.” You looked back at him, tilting your head. “Then, what did you do?”
Spider-Man laughed. Looking away for a moment before shaking his head, eating the rest of his macaroon. He was embarrassed to tell you what he did next. “I—“ He laughed, shaking his head, bringing the mask over his lips again. “I— I swang away.”
You coughed, “Pussy.” You taunted, hitting him with your shoulder. A real smile on your lips. Your eyes glancing down to where his lips would be. Only to look back at his eyes.
Spider-Man visibly tensed, pulling back from you. A shiver shot down his spine, “Well, I– I– can’t get in trouble.” Mr. Stark would kill me if I got in trouble with the police. He almost killed me when I wanted to go save you.
Eren was grounded from the suit for a week.
You shook your, “You’re such a goodie-goodie, Spidey.” You said, tilting your head and looking at him through your lashes. “You know that.”
Spider-Man tapped his fingers against himself, “You always call me Spidey, I feel like I should be giving you a nickname.”
You shrugged, looking to the side thoughtfully. “I thought my nickname was beautiful?”
Spider-Man shook his head, “Not at all, I call you beautiful, because I’m complimenting you.”
You wrinkled your nose, “You compliment me too much then.”
“I don’t think I compliment you enough.”
You could feel your face slowly burn, you turned away in embarrassment. “I– whatever.” You played with the fabric of your top, keeping your eyes diverted from Spider-Man.
Spider-Man laughed, “I want to give you a nickname exclusive to me. Something only I would know.” He tapped his finger against his lip, “What about princess?”
You snapped your head in his direction, “Ew. Don’t ever call me that again.” You shook your head, a shiver shooting down your spine. “I hate that.”
“Okay, so, not princess.” He looked to the sky, blinking a few times. In clear thought, “Do you have something in mind?”
You hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of a name. “I don’t know.. Nothing’s coming to mind.” Your ears picked up on the sweet melody playing from your room, damn, you forgot to turn off your phone.
Spider-Man looked at your room, his ears picking up on the song. He looked at you again, “What song is that?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious.
You smiled, keeping silent for a moment. “Uhm, it’s my favorite song.” You wrapped your arms around your body, almost in a self soothing act. “Amor Eterno, my mom introduced it to me. And, it’s been my favorite since.”
Spider-Man nodded, listening to the melody for a second. “I’ve never heard of it.” He looked back at the room, “I like it, your mom— you have good taste.” He quickly corrected.
You shrugged, “Maybe, it’s just.. yeah.” You laughed.
Spider-Man tapped your shoulder, “Should I call you that, Amor?”
You giggled, tapping his shoulder in return. “You don’t speak Spanish do you?” You laughed again once he shook his head, “I can tell.”
“Hey..”
You pulled your hand away, “Maybe, when you can speak Spanish, that can be my nickname. But until then, pick something else.” Your eyes flickered to the bag that Spider-Man got your sweets from.
‘Angel Cakes.’
Spider-Man followed you line of vision, landing on the bag. He smiled, “Angel?’ He asked, “Is that okay?”
You laughed, “I mean, it’s not horrible.” You poked his shoulder, “Just, don’t say it in front of people. That way it’s like a secret between the two of us.” You lifted a finger above your lip, smiling cheekily.
Eren could feel his heart burst out of his chest, “Why did you give me a nickname in the first place?”
You blinked a few times, your bright eyes innocently looking at him. “Hm?” You laughed, shrugging. “I don’t know, I give nicknames to people I like.” You tilted your head to the side, your glossy lips forming a smile. “I like you Spider-Man.”
Spider-Man shook his head, looking to the side. He was so lucky there was a face mask covering him. If not, you would’ve seen the massive blush on his face. He just liked the way you looked. Visually pleasing. “Shut up, you’re literally just saying that, so I’ll buy you more sweets from your favorite place.”
You giggled, leaning to the side. “Maybe.” Your eyes widened in realization.
Spider-Man had the exact same realization. “Shit! I mean!–“
Your eyes were wide, your mouth parted open. “Are you following me?!” You shook your head, “Gross, you’re like my stalker.” You teased. Spider-Man was going to defend himself when you raised a finger, cutting him off. “Ah! No, I don’t want to hear it.” You said, leaning in close.
“I don’t tell anyone that’s my favorite spot. And, call me selfish, but I don’t tell people because I don’t want anyone else to go there.” That’s why you didn’t tell anyone about it. “I guess, now you know my secret.” You poked his side, watching him flinch. Jeez, was Spider-Man always this ticklish?
He pushed your hand away. Finding the fact that you gate kept a bakery very childish, yet cute. He shook his head, titling his head at you. “Fine,” he said, outstretching his pinkie. “It’s our secret now.”
You giggled, nodding your head. Interlocking your pinkie with his. “Yes, our secret.”
You and Spider-Man turned to the sky, watching the run rise. A comfortable silence falling over you two. You abruptly laughed, placing your face into your hands. “Oh my god, you’re totally following me.” You mumbled, leaning into him.
Suddenly, his hands were waving around. Panic shooting through his body. “Y/n, it was only once–I swear.”
You laughed, shaking your head, leaning it on his shoulder and looking at him. “I don’t believe you, Spidey.”
“I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do to fix it, believe me! I’ll do it.” His eyes were wide, showing his expression. You always loved how expressive his eyes could be, it was an aspect you loved about your suit.
You let out a brief huff, and outstretched your hand. Waiting for Spider-Man to grab it. He did, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours. You smiled at it, sighing softly. “Just kiss me.” You softly said, keeping your head on his shoulder. “And, maybe I’ll forgive you.”
You could feel him stiffen. An amused grin shaped on your lips, “You did say anything, Spidey.”
“I did.” Spider-man confirmed.
You turned to him, watching as his hand came to the bottom of his mask. But before he could even take it off, your lips were already on his covered ones. You smiled, into the ‘kiss.’ Before, pulling back. “What? Don’t tell me you were expecting more?” You swiped your tongue over your glossy lips, looking at his. “Oh you got a little–“ You pointed at his lips. Trying to help him remove the lip gloss that was smeared over his mask.
“Oh fuck off, Y/n.” He placed a hand on your face, and shoved you playfully. Using the other one to wipe away your gloss.
You loudly laughed, turning away. “Oh shut up, you love me.” You said, grabbing his hand and holding onto it.
Spider-Man’s ear perked to the sound of your front door opening. He looked back at you, “Expecting guest?”
You tilted your head, looking into your room. “No?” Your eyebrows came together, “Why, is someone at my door?”
Spider-man nodded his head, “Yeah, I heard someone knocking.”
You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “It’s probably Gwen or something, I gave her a spare key a few months back.” You sighed, your lip jutting out dramatically. “Looks like we have to cut our playdate short.” You let go of his hand, jumping off the railing and going towards your window.
Spider-Man smiled, his eyes squinting for a second. “I'll see ya’ later then.”
You looked back at him, grabbing his hand. Stopping him from swinging away. “Oh, and Spidey. It doesn't—it’s fine..” You softly mumbled, “You literally saved my life, I owe you everything.” You bit your lip, “I trust you, you saved me once, I'm sure you can do it again.”
His eyes softened, and you could feel your heart burst. “I’d give you my life, if it came down to it, Y/n.” You could feel your walls fall down for a moment, but you quickly shook it off.
You walked to your window, propping it open. “I don’t mind someone like that watching me when I’m on the streets.” You snapped your fingers at him, “but, just remember. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need you to completely take care of me.” It's just nice to relax for a while.
Spider-Man’s eyes squinted, indicating his smile from behind the mask. “Of course, Y/n.” He shot out a web, “I’ll see you later, Love.” He gave you a quick wave, “Oh, and I love your glasses, you should wear them more often.” Then, swang away.
You felt your cheeks burn from the nickname and compliment. Maybe you should wear your glasses more often. You went into your room, and closing the curtain behind you. Walking towards your room door, flinging it open and walking out. “Gwen!” You shouted, “If you plan on visiting you need to text me!” You pouted. I was busy.
“No, I told him I wasn’t going to do it today. I told him I was drained from the last task, but he insisted..” Someone groaned.
“Well, he did double the amount he was paying us.” Someone responded, “That’s why I said, yes.”
“It isn’t about the money, it’s about— Mom.” They sighed, “I still can’t believe you answered for me. We should’ve talked about it more, I can still feel the way she was looking at me with fear from the last time.”
That doesn’t sound like Gwen?..
You laughed, “Bertolt? Reiner? What are guys doing here?” You rushed over, engulfing them in a hug. “I thought you—”
“Are you dating someone?” Reiner asked, pushing you away, and crossing his arms over his chest. “Or, was that a friend you were talking to?”
You blinked a few times, “Were you listening to my conversation?” You assumed, “And, how the hell did you get into my apartment? I didn’t give you the key?” Suddenly, your mood was souring.
“Dad did.” He responded, lifting his hand and rubbing his chin. “Now, who the hell were you talking to?” He was getting closer to you.
You scoffed, taking a step back. How did your Dad even get your key? In fact, there was no way for him to get your address. You pushed the thought away, “Of course he did, I forgot how close you two are.” You mumbled, glaring at him. “Don’t do this Reiner, you just got here.” You muttered, “We just got to see each other again.”
Reiner’s face softened, only for a moment. “That doesn’t matter, I still need to protect you.” He argued. Pushing through you and walking into your apartment.
Was he going for your room?!
You could feel a panic shoot through your body, looking at Bertolt and silently telling him to stop Reiner. He just gave you an apologetic look. Which made that panic spiral.
Your room was a mess!
You quickly rushed after Reiner, trying to stop him from reaching your room. “C’mon Reiner. Don’t be like that, I don’t need you babying me anymore.” You pushed your back to the door, a way of blocking your room. “This isn’t highschool.”
Reiner scoffed, “Yeah, that doesn’t matter, in my eyes you're still my baby sister.” He smiled, but it wasn’t comforting. It was mocking, “And, on top of that, what have you been doing since you got here?! Fucking around with shitty men?!”
You flinched when he raised his voice, opening your mouth to defend yourself but he cut you off. “Partying, drinking, drugs?!” You didn’t do drugs.. “I thought you hated doing shit like that! I thought you hated parties!?” He looked at the way you were blocking your room, “Y/n, I swear to fucking god if they’re is a boy in there, I’m going to kill him.”
Bertolt placed a hand on Reiners shoulder, suddenly appearing behind him. “I think we should calm down, Y/n is old enough to—“
Reiner shoved his hand off his shoulder. “Yeah, but she still is stupid enough to get involved with Har—“
“Can you not!?” You sighed loudly, “I moved over here to get away from—“ you gestured your hands to the three of you. “This!” You placed your hands down, pushing your glasses to your face. Feeling them slip, “I’m so fucking tired of you guys. Just get out. Please.” You placed your face into your hands. “I’m not going through this again.”
Reiner pressed his lips together, his hand instinctively reaching out for you, but he stopped himself. “Y/n, look, that’s not what I meant..” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You know I do everything for you.”
You shook your head, looking up at him. “Really?” You asked, “So working at my rival company is the way to do that?” You pointed at the Oscorp symbol on their shirt, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed that little thing.” You watched as the both of them cringed.
Bertolt sighed, “Y/n, just know we love you.” He added behind your shorter brother.
Your eyebrows mushed together, anger slowly building in your body. “You love me?” You mocked, “Oh yeah, I forgot. You were the one defending me when Father was absolutely torturing me.” You could feel it boiling up your throat. “You guys were the one who defended me, not the ones who stood by his side instilling what he said.”
Reiner’s eyebrows came together, expressing his disdain coming over his face. That anger returning, “Y/n, is there a boy in there?” He asked again.
“No!” You shouted, “There isn’t a fucking boy in my room, and even if there was— it’s none of your business!” You could feel tears pearling in your eyes with anger. You hated that about you, how sensitive you were.
“I swear if Harry’s in there.” Reiner whispered to Bertolt, “I’m going to kill her.” He wouldn’t doubt it, and with the way Harry had been flaunting over his crush. Reiner’s suspicion had been raised when some factors rang too similarly to you. You shouldn’t be around Harry, he wasn’t a good person. Reiner was going to kill you if you were so much as dating him.
You felt your jaw go slack, eyes widening ever so slightly. “You’re going to kill me? And, not the boy in my room?!” You rolled your eyes, leaning back. “I don’t even like Harry, he’s a huge dick that I want nothing to do with.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
Bertolt grabbed Reiner, a way of trying to calm him down. “See, calm down, Y/n doesn't even like him.” Bertolt looked at you, “Look Y/n, we promise to never hurt you.”
You could feel your lip wiggle, the words bubbling in your throat. You couldn’t stop them from spilling, “You already have.” You muttered, “Even before all this.”
Reiner scowled, his hand reaching for your doorknob. Trying to push it open.
“If you open this door, there’s going to be no trust left between us.” You whispered, eyes boring into his body. “Just trust me, Reiner.” You were challenging him, something you’ve never done before.
It made Reiner mad. And, he pushed the door open. Walking past you. You stared blankly at the wall, waiting for him to come back out of your room.
Reiner glanced around, eyes dancing over your billboard, bill board, open sketchbook, messy clothes, open window, and stuffed animals. Why would you leave your window open? It was freezing. And, with the outfit you were wearing, it didn’t really make sense.
Reiner sighed in defeat, walking back outside the room. Glancing at you. Seeing as your eyebrows were furrowed, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. Bertolt rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.
Reiner sighed, “Look, Y/n. You’ll understand when you’re older, we just do this because we’re worried about you.” He softly said, but not looking at you. “Just give it time.”
“When are you going to stop saying that?” You whispered, pushing Bertolt's hand off your shoulder. Glaring at him with red eyes. “When I’m one hundred, when I’m dead?”
Reiner was going to speak, when you cut him off. “Huh?! Answer me!” You shouted, “I’m going to be way more successful, and famous than both of you combined! Am I still going to be your naive little sister you constantly berate then?!” You could feel your throat hurt, squeezing.
Your brothers were silent. Which made you even madder. “You guys don’t want to protect me, you just see me as less than you! I’m just the stupid little girl who needs a man to take care of her!” You pushed Reiner’s chest, feeling that he didn’t even move. He was just letting you rant.
Bertolt felt tears pearling in his waterline, looking away and blinking rapidly. While Reiner’s eyes softened, his hand brushing against your shoulder. “That’s not what we’re trying to say, Y/n.” He muttered.
“You guys just feel guilty over the way you treated me back in highschool, and want to fix your guilty conscience now.” You seethed, “It pisses me off. The guilt is messing with your head, I get it.”
“We’re sorry, and you don’t have to forgive us.”
“Enough!” You shouted, trying to push them to your front door. They let you push them, “You guys are so suffocating. I’m so tired of it!” You yelled, “It’s always, ‘I’m so useless, this,’ and ‘I’m so sorry, that,’ when will you give it a break.” You gave them a final shove.
Bertolt and Reiner looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Apologizing probably wouldn’t be ideal as of now. They’re just treating you the way they learned too.
Which, you couldn’t even blame them for. You almost hated girls that weren’t like you, because of your Father.
“Is this how you treat Mom? Or, am I the exception?”
Reiner and Bertolt tensed, eyes going wide. “Don’t.” Bertolt whispered, “Don’t talk about her.”
You mushed your eyebrows together, “Why wouldn’t I be able to talk about my Mom, Betolt? Oh, wait.” You glared at him, “She is currently in no form of contact with you, or our Dad.”
“Stop.”
“I wonder why.” Because of this exact treatment.
“Why are you talking about this?” Reiner asked, looking away.
“Because, you need to stop acting like this.” You gestured between the three of you. “It makes me want to go no contact.”
“Don’t say that.” Reiner sighed, “What can we do to fix this?”
You looked to the side, “Just treat me like a normal person.” You told them, “That’s all I want.” And, you shut the front door before they could respond. You pressed your head to the door, sighing out.
They’re trying to be protective now, to make up for your youth with them. Unfortunately, no matter what they did, the long bridge between you three would never be fixed.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you reach for it. You could feel your heart flutter at the contact name.
Eren.
However, a feeling of dread crawled up your spine. The party flashing through your head, what Jean said, and the last time the two of you texted. You need to clear things up with Eren.
Wait. What if he was calling you to cut you off?!
You wouldn’t be able to handle Eren leaving you. You took a deep breath, your hands shaking while you moved your finger over the screen. You picked up, and put the phone on speaker. Then, placed it on the ground, giving yourself some distance. “Hey, Eren!” You tried to greet him excitedly. Disregarding the interaction between your brothers. Or, was trying to.
“Hey, how are you?” His voice was calm, but groggy. It almost sounded like he just finished working out. It weirdly sounded nice.
Or, maybe not… “Uhm, I’m–” you thought about your brothers, “weird, but…” You leaned your head back on the door, still sitting on the floor. “It’s fine. How about you?” You still sounded sweet, like honey.
“I’m weird too.” Eren briefly responded, a small laugh building inside his throat. “Uhm, we just got graded on our project. Do you want to come over, and see what we got?”
You blinked a few times, feeling your brain malfunction. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Uhm, you mean like– a party?” You softly smiled to yourself, “Or, a cute hangout.” Some one-on-one time with Eren sounded wonderful.
Eren didn’t like how you were still being fake with him, but he was determined to change it. He wanted to be with the real you. However, your personality was starting to peek through the cracks. “Yeah. A cute hangout. We can even walk around, and get air if you want?” He responded with a soft laugh. Eren adjusted himself, making sure he wouldn’t fall off your building—which he was currently sticking to.
Eren couldn’t leave after how abrupt you left him. And, he was worried!
Creepy, abrasive, and corrupt? Absolutely. But, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. So, it was fine when he did it.
Eren would let you slap him later.
You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, a walk sounds nice.” You didn’t have the energy to worry about school. “Want to go on one tomorrow, same time as now?” You had work close to an hour, where you had to show Tony some of your designs from your sketchbook. The two of you agreed he would hold onto it for a few days to make them come to life. So, tomorrow would work better. Then, after the walk, you could just go straight to your job.
Sounds perfect.
Besides, you needed some time to yourself after the argument with your brothers. You probably were going to take some Nyquil to sleep tonight. You could worry about all your problems tomorrow.
As your Mother would say— that sounds like a problem for tomorrow.
“Okay, great.” Eren softly replied, you could hear the smile in his voice.
You pouted, standing up from the floor and walking into your kitchen. Placing your phone on the counter. You were craving something sweet. Actually, you needed something sweet. Like, strawberry champagne. “Wait, Eren.” You paused, looking at your phone. “You want to hear the stupid thing my brothers just pulled.”
Eren didn’t need to hear, he practically watched it unfold in front of him. There was no need for you to tell him. However, Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, and respond, “Of course I do.”
God, he was so in love with you.
Read the rest here! Link to Ao3: Chapter three, Here.
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a/n ⋮ professor gojo sounds so hot rn
pairings ⋮ professor gojo satoru! x fem!reader
warnings ⋮ age gap, college au, student and professor secret relationship, nsfw ahead.
Kakashi Hatake version!
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who announces your name after the bell rings for break time and acts as though he wants to comment on your project mistakes before fingering you underneath his desk, which was his true intention in the first place.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who marks you a good grade or a bad one depending on how well you fucked him this month and if you were a good girl for sensei.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who doesn’t mind having a secret relationship with his hot student, and he doesn’t care if they catch him or even lose his job. If he has his little slut to play with every night, he doesn’t care about anything else.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who doesn’t let you study for his test because he has his own needs that he needs to satisfy, and he puts you at ease while telling you that if you treat him well, you won’t have to worry about the grade.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who buys you that one cute teddy bear you saw at that game festival, calls you his babygirl 25/8 and takes you to the fanciest restaurants every weekend.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who buys you your favorite Starbucks order every morning before lessons start, and you get mad at him for not notifying you before and that you’ll get caught if he continues doing that.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who teases you by sending mirror pics of him shirtless or dick pics he took the other day when you’re having a class he isn’t teaching.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who wants you to tell all of your friends about you and him just so he can see their jealousy bubbling up from seeing that you pulled such a fine ass man.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who’s always aware of your reactions and knows that something is wrong. When you finally tell him that all the bimbos of his class are staring at him like he’s a piece of meat he just smirks, shrugs it off with a “my baby’s jealous huh” and starts fucking you rough and fast just to prove his loyalty.
➪ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 who takes all his frustration out on you after a tiring day at work. He never gets exhausted when he sees your pretty face and those puffy lips that taste his cock every night, but sometimes life's a mess.
© 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲-𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
#gojo headcanons#gojo sensei#jujutsu gojo#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#gojo x y/n#gojo smut#gojo fluff#gojo angst#✧.* my tall daddy gojo ✧.*
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Currently working on:
7 matchups.... I will do every single one if it’s the last thing I do!
Saitama x chubby partner (also Saitama with a breeding kink was requested. Will try to do that.)
Fatgum x chubby partner
Character* x chubby partner in general cause they plus size women need they lovin (meaning me) characters most likely being from Naruto, hxh, haikyuu. Cause I did most one piece men that I was interested in doing🤘
Possible Naruto/HXH/Haikyuu people I want to do for that ^^^:
Naruto: kakashi, Naruto, choji, shika, jiraiya, etc
HXH: Chrollo, Phinks, illumi, feitan.
Haikyuu: this is 50/50 cause I've said before haikyuu is the only anime I will write for that has young characters. Caus it goes into large detail about their future/Jobs and shit. So it's cannon. And I feel comfortable with that. Anyways. Daichi, Bo, Akaashi, etc can't think right now.
Possible ideas coming up:
Character x bimbo girlfriend/ chubby bimbo girlfriend (just cause I can do that😜)
NSFW alphabets
#heeheemugee#chubby#chubby y/n#chubby!reader#chubbyreader#one piece#robin#nami#one piece headcanons#franky#zoro#Sanji#Fat gum#Aizawa#Mha#Naruto#Sasuke#Kakashi#Hxh#Haikyuu#Daichi#Bokuto#ideas#Thats all#♥︎#Love y'all. Hope ya doing swell
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Kakashi x Fem!Reader
Word Count - .9k
Genre - Suggestive
Summary -
You placed your bet. He had an excellent poker face. He was hard to read. But one way or another you were going to see what was behind that mask.
Warnings -
Use of Alcohol
A/N -
I like to think my writing has improved since 2017. This is a from my AO3 account under the same name.
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You slammed the fifth and last shot down on the bar before turning to face the man sitting beside you. "We good to go?"
"If you insist." He was hard to read. His face was covered by a blue cotton mask and a strange headband covered his left eye. You pushed the ten empty shot glasses further back. The bartender was chatting up some blonde bimbo with big breasts on the other side of the bar and it might be awhile before they were removed. You turned your head once more to look at the stranger next to you. He was wearing a flak jacket on top of his dark blue pants. His finger gloves with the metal plates on the back were running through his spiky silver hair. His one eye, a dazzling shade of gray, was burning a hole through you as you waited.
He was still for a moment longer before he pulled out a deck of cards, tossing cards between you both with inhuman haste.
"And no using any of your weird 'magic' tricks," you warned with a scowl.
“I won't need it.” He didn't bother to look up.
"Very confident."
You eyed him with caution. You were starting to feel the alcohol yet he seemed unfazed. You were wondering if perhaps you had been hasty in your request for a round of poker. The truth was you had never been that good with cards but you wanted to see what was beneath that mask. He was silent and hidden; it was unnerving.
"So what is your request if you win?"
"Why don't we use our requests as poker chips? If it gets too intense you can always back out."
"I'm not a quitter. I don't give in that easily."
"Really? Okay, great.” His heavy lidded eyes peered at you from behind the cards spread out in his left hand. "Then let's play."
You tried to stare him down, to intimidate him with a confident smirk, but if anything it looked like he was ready to fall asleep. You both called your bets. It started small; betting on who would pay the bill, who would buy some snacks as the night continued, and the like. It escalated until the final bet was called.
"I raise you a look behind the mask."
His head tilted as he stared at you with such intensity that you had to look away.
"Then I'm going all in. Spend the night with me."
"Huh?!" You were pretty sure your jaw dropped to the ground as you looked at your cards once more. You had two pairs, eights and kings. Kings were high, but so was your dignity.
"Having second thoughts? Do you want to quit? You can still back out."
"No!” you cried, knowing you were being baited, "I'm happy with my cards."
He chuckled as you both threw your cards down. Four aces. How?
"Best of three?"
You grinned in relief. "Yes. That was just a warm up. I got this."
You dealt the cards at a steady pace. You were starting to feel the vodka shots and your face was still flushed. You knew that if you could win this one set that you could back out and call it a draw. You could keep your dignity and your chastity in check. You were worried about what was under that mask. Not that you were the type of person to worry about looks, but anything could be under that mask. And what kind of person asks someone to sleep with them over a game of poker?
You placed your bets. He asked you again to spend the night in the same tone used to order a drink. His poker face was exceptional, but you had to smile to yourself. The cards in your hand were enough for you to bet spending several nights with this strange man in front of you. It was a straight flush. The five to nine of diamonds. Diamonds really are a girl's best friend. You laid down your cards with a smug laugh, "Boom!"
"Nice."
"Yep, yep. So sorry but that makes us even, maybe we should just end it here."
"Did you want to end it? You can back out now before I place down my cards. I can always finish reading my novel. If that is what you want?"
"Are we still playing? Is this a bluff?"
He didn't respond. He was to hard to read, especially when you couldn't see half of his face. Then there was that ridiculous condition he had set, that he would only play once you each had five shots. He was taller than you and he had toned arms so you were certain he was heavier too. You were already at a disadvantage. He was playing with you, you were sure of it. He had seemed harmless, just sitting at the bar reading an erotic novel. He was a little out of place, but he had a calming aura.
"Okay. I'm all in."
He placed the cards on the table, sliding them over to you with a nod. "But on the bright side, I will probably take my mask off sometime tonight."
Your eyes widened with disbelief. “What?! A royal flush? You have got to be kidding me. I really thought I had it this time. Well, damn."
You looked up at him from beneath your eyelids with an alluring smile. "Best of five?"
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Hi hi! Can I request a Kakashi x bimbo? reader NSFW? Let's say that since they were in the academy the reader is just overly sweet, kinda dumb girl who's infatuated with Kakashi, he has zero interest in her and even hates her? She eventually joins the anbu and Kakashi is LIVID, he doesn't understand how someone like her could be in the Anbu, he thinks she's absolutely useless, until he uses her to get himself off.
That's all I got for a plot is hope it's detailed enough!! If you don't like it just ignore, I really like your writing btw.
Yes you can!
I love how the requests have been challenging my writing style and creativity. It also gives me an excuse to go read a new smut style 'for research' as Jiraiya would say. So thank you for that 😋
Enjoy!
Anbu Bimbo
#kakashi x reader#kakashi smut#kakashi hatake#kakashi is daddy#kakashi senpai#kakashi fanfiction#kakashi anbu#anon ask#anonymous#thanks anon!#kakashi x bimbo reader#kakashi x bimbo#bimbo reader
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