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actingwithportals · 3 years

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I have regained the will to live since losing my huge ass post I wrote up about my thoughts on Herrah, so here I am writing out a new one because dammit I love this spider so much and I have THINGS TO SAY ABOUT HER

So to begin, I think Herrah is first and foremost just,,,, the most loving mother. She absolutely adored Hornet and would do anything for her if it was within her power (and honestly she'd still give it a go even if it wasn't). Hornet was someone who meant more to Herrah than anyone, and in her later years much of what she did was motivated by her love for her daughter.

But she wasn't a perfect mother, and I think she knew that. She brought Hornet into the world knowing she was going to leave her someday, far too soon, and she would have known this would only serve to hurt Hornet. But she made the deal anyways, because Herrah could justify that it was for the ultimate good, and that Hornet existing at all was worth the price of future pain she would have to endure. And whether or not Herrah was wrong to do so,,, that's really up to Hornet.

I think Herrah and the Pale King would eventually come to be friends. I don't think the feelings regarding their dalliance were much beyond "this is business and we're both here to get what we want", but between having and raising Hornet, Herrah would probably come to respect PK more, and I think he would feel the same for her. There would always be that sort of teasing nature from Herrah towards him - a need to keep him on his toes a bit because Herrah knew well that she was always playing a dangerous game, attempting to gain equal footing with gods, but it was a game she enjoyed and really he was someone she could grow to care for, as the father of her child and as a respected friend.

Her feelings towards the White Lady were probably similar in that early on things were strictly business but overtime after getting to know each other better they would grow into a genuine friendship and respect. The White Lady was far older and wiser than herself and Herrah would treasure what she could learn from her, and the two probably did find pleasure in time spent together.

But both with WL and PK... there would always be something that Herrah could never truly look past, could never truly just.... pretend away. I don't think PK told the Dreamers at first (except for Monomon), but eventually I think he would clue them in on just what the vessels were, just what Hollow was. And that would strike a nerve with Herrah. Because she's a mother, and Hornet is her world, and the knowledge that PK and WL could take these actions towards their own children.... that would never sit well with Herrah. No matter how close the three would become, how much she would respect them as rulers and allies and even friends,,, she couldn't ever forget that they were killing their children. That they were sending them off to a horrible, eternal fate. And she was playing part in that.

It's an itch that would forever tug at the back of her mind, but ultimately she would look past it. Because she had to make the world safe for Hornet. Everything she had done was all for Hornet. And so she would go down complicit in this crime, just like PK. Just like WL.

As for Herrah as a queen, I think she was well-loved and extremely competent. She led the people of Deepnest well and in earlier days were formidable adversaries against Hallownest. Strength and power were things she held in high regard but they weren't the only things, and those who were weak by typical standards were still considered useful and valuable to the Deepnest society that Herrah hoped to sow. If one couldn't fight then they could weave. If they couldn't weave then they could hunt. If they couldn't hunt then they could care. And if they couldn't care then they could exist and those who did fight or weave or hunted or cared would help cultivate a world where those who could not would be able to exist. But one had to want to survive, one had to be willing to try. Honesty and earnest and determination were things Herrah valued greatly, and that showed in the way she ruled. And I think for the most part, her people respected and admired that of her.

But she wasn't perfect as a queen, either. She was hotheaded and quick to stab before negotiate. She didn't trust easily and her patience wasn't bountiful. She made mistakes and some of those mistakes cost lives that didn't have to be lost. Herrah wasn't born into power, she clawed her way up to it, and so she constantly had to learn along the way. But in spite of her mistakes and her shortcomings, Herrah always tried, and that was something others could respect.

I think she and the old Sire of Deepnest were close. I don't think they were in love, at least not in the traditional sense. I think Herrah loved him and he loved her, but it wasn't quite the same way that PK and WL loved each other, and it took a while for Herrah to realize that (long after he passed on, tbh). He was one of her dearest and most cherished friends, and she would have given him the world (and he to her). Losing him was one of the worst pains Herrah endured, and it would leave a permanent scar, but that didn't mean she Loved him, not like that. But that love was still valuable, still powerful and deep and real, and it wasn't something she would ever forget.

Herrah would have realized the difference in that love once she fell for Vespa. It was unexpected and exciting and for a while a "would they won't they" situation, and that almost added to the thrill, tbh. Herrah fell for Vespa first, in a startling realization of "oh I don't want to stab her I want to win her heart". They would eventually make their feelings known to each other (Herrah made the first move) and from there it would be pretty well known that the two of them were as good as wives. Of course nothing official ever took place, there were too many political hoops to jump through, other world shattering threats to face, the Hive wasn't even one to culturally have much acknowledgement of such unions, so they were married in word alone, and really that suited them well. It wasn't a secret, but it wasn't broadcasted news either, and they liked it that way.

Knowing she would be leaving Vespa behind too was yet another one of Herrah's deepest pains. But she knew she could go to Dream more easily with the knowledge that Vespa would be there to watch over Hornet, and likewise for Hornet to give life and hope to Vespa.

As for Midwife, I think Herrah and her always were and always would be the best of friends. They grew up together - hardly knew a time apart - and both supported each other in their many endeavors in seeking out a life for themselves and discovering who they wanted to be. As queen, Midwife was Herrah's closest and most trusted confidant, and she knew she could always depend on Midwife to be honest with her, even if that honesty hurt. And likewise, Herrah was always ready to offer Midwife the same.

I don't think Herrah had the easiest upbringing, and neither did Midwife. So having always had each other to depend on, even in their darkest moments, there was a bond between them that nothing could really match.

As for personality, I think Herrah is someone who loves fiercely, fights relentlessly, takes no shit but does no harm, fails spectacularly but always rises to try again, and never settles for seconds when she believes she can get what's first. Not just firsts for her, but for anyone who depends on her, whom she is responsible for. And that's part of what made her such a loved queen. I think Herrah is serious and stern and terrifying and fierce, but she's also thoughtful and considerate and fun and tells the worst dad jokes and has a weakness for puns and can't cook or swim wake up early for the life of her, she took years longer than most to learn to weave, math confounds her, and fire makes her skittish in any quantities larger than the candles gifted to her from Vespa.

She's so multi-faceted and I just. I just fucking love Herrah so much and I know that pretty much all of this is my own headcanoning but DAMMIT THAT'S WHAT WE ARE HERE FOR AIN'T IT.

Love Herrah. What a good spooder. 10/10 would live for her.

#hollow knight #hollow knight herrah #didn't proof read any of this cuz i'm so fucking tired so hopefully it's comprehensible #god the thing i originally wrote was so much longer too and i'm still so mad about losing all of that #but alas #here is my subpar infodump on herrah thoughts

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octania · 4 years

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Obi Akitaru x Reader

This is a commission I did for the lovely @super-spooder. I again thank you for your support in this way and permission to do it as a Obi x Reader fic.

Words: 7.1 k

Warnings: Smut, public sex, dirty talk

Short description: Obi and you are hiding your relationship for some time now, and although he is not happy with that, he respected your decision till the moment Captain Burns had the nerve to try not only to steal you as a doctor but as a potential partner.

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Life is sometimes like a puzzle, such a simple structure, but if you don’t put the pieces right, it can get agonizing, hard, sucking the joy from this thing that should bring entertainment and happiness. If you are missing only one piece, it can shatter all of your previous work that was done thoroughly and made you proud and satisfied. One important piece can shadow all the puzzles that fit into their places before it. That is how (Y/N) felt when Obi was not in her reach, when she had everything else lined up and in perfect order, but she was missing the most important thing, the piece she knew would make the whole picture of her life perfect. Him.

She exhaled slowly with her eyes closed, lifting her arms up and pushing her heel back. Relaxed. That is how she felt in this moment. But not because she was doing yoga in the private gym of company 8, surrounded by nothing but the soothing sound of the birds chirping, accompanied with a rustling of leaves coming through the half opened window, no, it was because her feelings for Obi were finally out, heard, acknowledged and most importantly, reciprocated.Well, in some way heard. They were still keeping it on the low, putting a veil of disguise for the other members. Sometimes, that tiresome acting was overwhelming, biting the pounding life muscle in her chest with the sharp teeth of need for him, but the sight of his eyes clouded with mopes was even heavier. He tried, despite their agreement, to get closer to her and risk giving her attention in front of the others. He did respect her wishes but his eager hands slipped under her arms, along her back, on her hip, on her waist, just for a moment, a simple touch when he was standing near her. Maybe she was too harsh, stepping back and giving him a warning gaze over the shoulder that spelled Too much, Obi. They will notice.

She could swear that his glare carried this answer- Let them. I don’t care.

But she did, at least she convinced herself in that. So when they were finally protected by the four walls of privacy in her or his apartment, she dodged the subject, tiptoed around it like it would burn her like raging fire if she comes too close to it. Guess that were the remaining bits of her past habit, running away from him, now, she was only running away from the fact that she lost that race. He caught her, and will not let her go. Like she wanted to be set free from those huge arms… She despised the morning light when they had to go in their separate ways. Well, she was again the one that insisted on it. She would never admit it out loud, because then she will have to face Obi’s overly opened nature and shameless desire to celebrate their love. She could never win in that argument, she was doomed to fail, he did not share her anxious concern, he simply aspired to freedom so he could kiss her when he wanted, not when he was able. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the heavy thoughts.

In some moments she felt like she was playing the same game but with different rules this time. First it was to escape the king haunting you on that board of emotional chess, and now when you conquered the king, the whole kingdom awaits your confession, and you will tremble under their harsh judgment when you speak your sins. She hid the fact that that spear of guilt for breaking the ethical rules still pierced her soul, no matter that she received the most precious reward for her confession. She was not scared for herself, she would gladly be dragged in the dirt of shame for her choices if she had to, but only if Obi was left out of it. Her need to protect him was growing like wisteria on the garden wall, her flowers of love blooming over it to hide him from every wrong. Same goes for the other members of their fiery company. She sheltered them from the disappointment, like an umbrella, stopping the icy drops of rain to touch the ones underneath it.

She inhaled, letting the oxygen settle in her lungs, doing her exercise and counting to ten, now desperately wanting to wipe out all of the worries that kept popping in her head. Her hard concentration made her unaware that she was not alone in the gym anymore, there was another soul lingering around, watching her closely, dealing with its own temptation in silence.

Obi could barely resist (Y/N) on the regular days when she was wearing her baggy tunic and her white doctor’s coat, but seeing her stretching her body so gracefully in those tight yoga pants, making her ass look like a perfectly shaped peach that would fit right in his hands like it was made for him, and her thin waist bending down, making a pose that was almost inviting, luring him in. He could feel a stiff bulge forming inside his sweatpants. Dear Sol I just got here, and I am already on the edge..

No matter how much he tried, he could not stop staring, silently stalking his lover, leaned against the door. He tilted his head, scanning the vacant hallway.

Like it matters if it is empty or not, she set the rules…nothing happens in the company.

His eyebrows narrowed and a frowning expression took over his usually soft features when he remembered her ultimatums. Obi adored every word that came out of her mouth, but once she began with her unnecessary dramatic concern, that was the only time he felt a need to just pick her up all over again, hammer her to the wall and cover her with his huge body, forcing her to finally realize that nothing matters except how the two of them feel.

And he feels very hungry for her right now…

The sight of her on that wall was luckily more than just a fruit of imagination, it was a memory. A heated and lewd one, stored in the intimate corners of his mind, only for his personal usage. Even his opened nature would not dare to speak how the film stripes of that sweet event were already worn out from how many times he thought it over. His tender cheeks bloomed with color red, just reminding him how that was maybe two weeks ago, and from that moment on, nothing similar happened. They just went out in secrecy, having dinner and movie nights, so to speak. He was respectful, patient, not even a bit pushy. After all, he wanted to get to know her on a personal level, not only ravage her body. The thing that happened was a result of accumulation of emotions, a moment where their hearts and souls were bare, pulling towards each other like magnets, begging to be united. The recollection of that night made a wave of desire to wash over him, making his body tense and him to unconsciously clear his throat. Mistake.

The growling noise coming from his chest made him to be discovered by two eyes turning in a hurry. His eyes widened like he was just caught doing something bad, looking nervously around the room to dodge her penetrating gaze.

“Captain Akitaru? What are you doing here?”- the sound of that formal word coming about of her mouth sting him right in the heart. More and more he was irritated by the fact they can’t talk freely, act like the lovers that they are. He did not even realize he was biting his lip from frustration.

“Captain?”- there it is again, it sounded even worse without his actual name next to it.

“There is no one here (Y/N), you can speak normally.” – his deep voice traveled through her ear canal right to her core, giving her goosebumps. No matter that they dated, the tension when they were alone still remained, and seeing him in his grey sweatpants and his black shirt with no sleeves, exposing those rounded deltoids, big biceps and long thick forearms made her heart race. The shirt was so tight on his huge torso, it showed his hard abs, making (Y/N) blink a few times, getting flustered in a second. Her insides craved him, still remembering his shape from the last time. She felt a moist feeling inside her panties, realizing how quickly her body reacted, squeezing her tights harder like she wants to cover her state.

“Still…we have to be careful. I don’t want to talk about it right now and here but I think they are starting to look at us funny, and I really don’t want to risk their disappointment.”- she voiced her concerns again like a broken record, picking up her towel and a bottle of water, passing by the workout machines in a rush, straight to her office. She felt lucky she had a private bathroom in there, and was blessed even with a shower inside. Perks of working overtime, you get to be exhausted but clean. She giggled on her thought, getting a bit hopeful she will escape this situation with no damage. When she needed to bypass Obi, she arched her back, quickly sliding next to his big frame, using the benefit of being a small thing. But he was too big, so her breasts got caught by his forearm, as she brushed over it with them. It was just for a moment, but she could feel her already erected nipples from her arousal earlier, sending electric signals through her tummy, down her lower parts. She moaned, louder than she expected, continuing her escape with shaky hands. Now the fact written on the label that she once read before buying this sport bra, “So soft and airy it feels like you are not even wearing it.” made this a living hell. She didn’t turn to see if Obi noticed something, she already disappeared into her office, rushing to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her, turning the shower on so the sound of rustling water clear her thoughts. His bulge was now aching, painfully pulsating under the material of his sweatpants. He felt them, being reminded once more how those nipples tasted when he sucked them. Now, after two weeks of being without that sweet candy, and how she tried to escape, made him swear he will not let her drown in her own denial again. He thought this through in a hear beat. He could deal with her rules and wishes but he will be damned if he lets her to run away from him again.

The arousal mixed with painful yearning in his chest made him step forward, and before he knew it, his wide palm was wrapping itself on the doorknob of her bathroom, pushing it almost violently open, slipping into the mist of steam rising from the shower cabin. He saw her standing there, jumping from surprise, squeezing her naked breasts with her hands to cover them, still in her yoga pants. But before she could speak, he slammed the door behind them, locking them, and turning around to face her. His veiny forearms tensed as he grabbed her waist, picking her up with ease, crashing his plush lips on hers, swallowing her muffled questions. After losing the floor beneath her feet, she automatically tired to grab onto something from pure instinct. Her waving hand managed to hit the shower head, making it to fall down, splashing the water around, raining down on them from the water pumping in the air. Obi did not even flinch when the warm water hit his skin, he was too busy sucking on (Y/N)’s lower lip, nibbling the rosy flesh like his favorite chocolate bar, then pushing his tongue inside her mouth to met hers, tasting the whole package. Her tongue returned the sugary motions almost voraciously, giving into her primal needs once again. Not so primal, but awoken by him, something about Obi unleashed desire in a form she did not experience before. He could feel her body giving in, melting under his grip and screaming to be dominated by his powerful being. His husky voice filled her ears, as he explained in one sentence why he is breaking her rules.

“We said, no more running.” – but the explanation was not enough, a punishment was in order. He will not risk her getting away again, his heart could not bear it, so if she tries, he wants her to remember just what might happened. His eyes colored like dark mead flickered, stepping inside the half flooded floor of the cabin, shutting the glass door to prevent any more water spilling out. Now the shower released its waves only on them, soaking them to the core. But Obi did not mind it, not wasting any time, shucking down her yoga pants from her legs in one harsh motion. When the barrier of her closed was removed, his prominent biceps tensed as he lifted her up along the tiles, until she was high enough so her cunt was right in front of his face. He pushed her legs on his shoulders, preventing her from closing them, and dragged her closer to his mouth. He stared at her bare pussy that was glistering from her own juices. Obi subconsciously licked his lips from the tasty sight ahead, sliding her closer until her soft folds were finally pressed on his lips. He opened his mouth, taking a long, experimental lick along her slit, almost grunting from the familiar taste in his mouth. His tongue repeated the act, showing the satisfaction like he is licking his favorite ice cream.

“Also..we need to teach you how to use my name, without that formal bullshit.”- he slid his calloused hand under and to her heated hole, large fingers parted the folds, pulling the hood of your clit taut to reveal the nerve bud underneath.

“O-obi!”- Hana stuttered from the exposing feeling of her sensitive parts, sensing the steamy air flowing around it, combined with Obi’s hot breaths.

“That’s it…say it again.”- with the tip of his tongue he mercilessly flipped the nerve bundle, making (Y/N) to scream his name from the depths of her lungs. But he will not be satisfied after only hearing it once, so he continued to flick her clit while he shoved three fingers inside her, pumping them in until the last knuckle was sucked by her inner walls. She grabbed his wet hair, pulling his head closer.

“Obi!”- she screamed, her voice echoing the glass shower cabin, barely keeping the sound in. But she could not care less, she felt dizzy, tingling feeling spreading across her face as she barely kept her eyes half open. Pleasure consumed her, making her eyelids heavy. So distracted, she did not even notice that Obi lowered her down, placing her on her knees. She opened her eyes from the unsatisfying feeling of emptiness between her legs, gazing upon something big…and hard. Obi slowly pumped his shaft in front of her. Blushing, he stared down at (Y/N)’s glassy eyes, leaning with one hand on the tiles. His broad torso hovering above her, mighty and powerful. He gently wrenched (Y/N)’s head, meeting her plush lips with his purplish head. She could already taste a thick drip of precum sliding down her lower lip to her mouth. It was bitter, but the sight of his shy face and him slowly jerking it in front of her, pushing it gently inside her small mouth made her crave it all. The size, the taste, the cum…

She parted her lips, in that way showing her permission. Obi’s girth filled (Y/N)’s mouth, stuffing her throat with his size in seconds. She relaxed her muscles, trying to fit it in but she could barely breathe around his heavy meat. Obi slowly pulled out a bit, giving her a chance to inhale, then started rocking his hips gently, lost in the sight of fucking her mouth. (Y/N) grabbed his legs, trying to keep her balance while he was stuffing his dick down her throat, gripping her hair gently. His brown eyes locked on hers, when he whispered something in a low, shy voice.

“Touch yourself from me.” – her already red cheeks fired up, she swallowed, well tried, just putting more pressure around his length, making him growl in euphoria. She never done this before, but the enchanting hunger in his eyes was tempting her, provoking her, igniting the flame of her erotic being and forcing her to indulge in this dirty play. She sensually started to glide with her hand around her curves, teasing her own breasts while swallowing a few more inches of Obi’s throbbing cock. His half closed eyes watching her like tiger watches its prey. Calmly, trying to suppress the clawing need to ravage her, just collecting all that building ecstasy inside, waiting for the right moment to set it loose. And when her small hand slipped between her legs, her thin fingers sinking into her pussy, the vibration of her moans stimulated his length, forcing him to slam his hips a bit harder, faster. She gazed upon his tightened abs, his every muscle visible from his movements even under his wet t-shit, his pleasure vocalized by his quickened gasping.

He was drunk with enjoyment. (Y/N) was spreading her legs more, almost sitting in the water that was pooling on the floor, giving him a chance to watch her fingering herself clearly. His gaze glued on her delicate fingers tenderly pushing inside and her palm stimulating her erect clit. (Y/N) could sense his dick starting to pulsate and twitch in her throat, she could taste the accumulating precum dripping from his swollen tip. She gripped his dick on the edge of his base, starting to jerk it in the same time as she sucked it.

“Oh fuck.(Y/N)…”- he tilted his head, but lowered it back down quickly enough, refusing to miss any moment of her pleasuring them both. Her grip became harder, her tongue danced around his veiny girth until a warm feeling started overcoming the insides of her mouth. Obi’s sperm dribbled down (Y/N)’s esophagus in hot spurts. His grumps echoed the narrow space and his jaw tightened while he unleashed his load, pulling out slightly. His cock pulsated against her lips, squirting the last sticky stirrings on the surface of her salivary muscle. She gulped for air heavily, but still letting the thick liquid drip down her throat. It took her a few swallows to get it all down, shyly gazing up to the man of her dreams. He reached down, spooning her up under her legs and arms like a princess, lifting her and pressing her on his chest. His warm lips rest on her forehead, staying there for a few moments. Just when he was about to speak up, his attention was broken by an unpleasant sound of a siren whistling. They looked at each other with a panicky look, rushing out of the shower, knowing exactly what the sound means. There is an Infernal on the loose.

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Sooty columns of charcoal grey blot out the sky. The smell of burned wood and ash filled the air, making it almost impossible to breath. The people were running in panic, trying to escape the sinister figure slowly dragging its heavy feet along the concrete, leaving the grimy trails behind it. Flames were licking its already burned body, leaving a terrifying inhuman grin on its face.

(Y/N) could not shake the lurid feeling after seeing it, almost refusing to let Obi to face the creature while she was on the other side the neighborhood mending the wounded. She could barely concentrate, never before feeling this distracted from her work, even though it did not show on the outside, she was petrified by the thought of something happening to him.

Still, her gifted hands moved fast, patching up the nasty burns or wounds of the suffering victims, even curing their souls along with their flesh with the words of encouragement. Her stand was radiating self-confidence, fearlessness, and above all, leadership. The medic team from other companies followed her every instruction, she issued orders that only resulted in success, and her astonishing results did not go unnoticed.

From the corner of the tent, a electric blue eye spied on the company’s 8 doctor, silently absorbing her progress and accomplishments. This was not their first encounter, he have witnessed her skilled hands before, doing the magic no one else could. That funny part was that she had no magic, no special power, just her sharp mind, dedication and predominant talent. Burn’s own well respected doctors from company 1 had behaved submissively around her, and that intrigued him the most. Those highly educated and experienced people bowed to no one except him, and now, he is witnessing first hand that they decided to bow down once more, and it was not to a mighty and intimidating captain this time, it was a fragile, thin woman, with soft features and melodic voice.

He wanted this asset for a long time, before he actually laid his eyes upon her, when he only read the reports of her successful treatments, and shamelessly sent her a couple of offers for a position in his prestige company, but she turned him down every time, politely stating that her position is company 8 was far more valuable. He also received a letter from Captain Akitaru, where it was unmistakably visible even from the dry ink on the paper how upset he was because of Burns’s constant offers, asking him to stop his proposals at once. Even though it was written in a professional manner, Burns grinned when he saw how the pen was pressed on the paper with force, giving away Obi’s anger. How the words did not match captain Akitaru’s usual relaxed and welcoming nature, these sentences were strong, fierce, but still composed nicely. This did nothing more for Leonard Burns but to make him laugh or entertained for a brief moment, certainly will not make him stop.

Even if he lost interest then, based only by the results, waiting for someone to overshadow her, that possibility fell down the drain when he gazed upon her the first time. It was not only the looks that tempted the mountainous captain, he was after all, an experienced man, having more than a fair share of women’s beauty. This was something different. Her body radiated with more dominance and fearlessness than any other woman he encountered before. Her stand was strong but still graceful. She was not only brave, she was compassionate. She was risky for sure, he saw that with his own eyes, when she risked her own safety and ran to save a cat that belonged to one of the victims.

Watching in admiration as a non-fiery woman ran into the raging fire within the house, pushing away the fire fighters that gave up on the almost collapsed structure, rushing in just to mend not only the poor boys broken bones but his mind and soul when she brought back his pet. That was not even the end. The way she confronted her own captain, when he almost lost his wits seeing her being so careless. She did not argue, apologize, she stated the facts about the house. How the main parts of the structure were still durable and having , and he remember her exact words, 3 more minutes of strength in them before collapsing because of the material from which they were made and how they were placed inside the house, and he remembers it clearly as day because in exactly 3 minutes the house collapsed.

He was so impressed by her, in the second he notice she was alone he approached her, now not only tempted by her as a potential valuable asset of his company, but as a potential partner. He was more than displeased when she turned him down, in both ways, focusing on her work and almost pretending that he was ghost. Although this kind of result was not what he has expected and was not happy about it, it kind of made him even more interested, taking this as a challenge. And Leonard Burns is not the type of man who backs down. He waited long enough, patiently forging his plans and moves, and now was the time to strike. His interest grew in desire, and he was not a type of man who deprives himself from something he craves. His steps slowly led him to his target, approaching the busy woman from her back. (Y/N) was just finishing up the last of the stitches on the old lady who kept blessing her soul and admiring (Y/N)’s kindness. Cunningly like a fox, he sneaked in silence, but his stand still exuded with power, coming so close to her that when she turned, she bumped her head right into his stony chest. (Y/N) was astound, caught by surprise so much she froze.

Looking up, she followed the trail of his prominent torso to his revealed collarbones, to his strong thick neck and finally his face. The sky-crystal iris returned her gaze, while the other one was covered with his eye-patch, a dark lather thing that only made his sharp features look more intimidating. Only one corner of his lip was slightly curled into half a smile. He looked like a hunter who just saw his prey stepping into a trap, and trapped the little (Y/N) was, stuck between the wall of his flesh and the operating table behind her. She got flustered, but not in a positive and dreamy way, this was something strange, intense, caused by his impious stare.

“Captain Burns. Would you mind stepping back? You are invading my personal space.”- her voice clear and loud, even she was surprised by the energy it carried. Maybe she was a kind and shy person but she was no push over. Only one man managed to shake her composure but it was certainly not this one. Burns opened his mouth slightly with a smile, showing that pearl white teeth under his lips. He moved, but not far enough. He was still nearly touching her with his body, and his sudden leaning in did not help.

“I apologize, (Y/N).”- he was so close to her face she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, the smell of the minty gum he probably had earlier. She ducked, pretending to be reaching for a gauze from her medical kit just next to her left leg, to dodge the unpleasant closeness. She took it out, wiggling out of his flesh barricade and putting the gauze around the old woman’s arm, completely ignoring the captain, wishing he would leave as he did the last time she pulled this act.

“There you go. All finished. You will be ok, just try not to move the arm too much.” – she gently held the woman’s shoulder, helping her to get up.

“You are an angel doctor, may the dear Sol watch over you.”- old woman responded in a low hoarse voice slowly walking away.

“She is right. Blessed with such gift of healing and also…beauty, just like an angel.”- Burn’s deep voice was once more in (Y/N)’s ear, and she could feel it again too close. She turned, seeing him sitting on the table, arms crossed on his chest as he shamelessly wondered with his icy stare around her body. Her blood was slowly started to boil. The feeling that he gave her was unsettling.

“That is not very appropriate Captain, I would appreciate if you would be a bit more professional.”- she snapped at him, clearly offended by him stepping out of line, but this reaction only made this game more fun for the silver fox Burns. He did not see this as an objection or refusal, he saw it as a dangerous game that radiated with erotic feeling. Her feisty stand made him almost aroused, since it was so long when a woman tried to act untouchable to him. But that is all it was, an act. Must be. In one moment he even decided to let go of the idea of her being his company’s doctor and maybe have her as a lover, but what would be more intense than a relationship inside the work space? That is something he really did not have in a while.

“I am having problems breathing, and I was hoping an expert like you could take a look. “- without even waiting for her response, he started to unbutton his shirt, exposing her muscular chest. (Y/N) swallowed, hard, fretting feeling blooming in her body. She wanted to move but her obligations prevented her. She can’t refuse to help a man in need, no matter how uneasy he makes her. After all, his flattering words will get him nowhere, but her refusal might just cost her nothing less than her reputation. Her eyebrows narrowed, as she picked up her stethoscope, pushing his shirt to the side and started to listen to his breathing.

“Inhale.”- she ordered, carefully listening to the sound of his lungs filling with air. He obeyed.

“Keep breathing slowly.”- she said, moving the stethoscope under his ribs, following a wheezing sound. She leaned, lowering her head. His breathing became shallow, somehow…strange. The weird sound was gone, and was replaced with something different…something, perverse. Burns was quietly growling, making a sound that resembled the one you hear from a man when he is 8 inches deep inside of you and pumping you with his heat. The sound followed with a feeling, when she felt the waves of air flowing down her neck, warming her skin and teasing the sensitive sports. His husky voice barely overcoming her racing heart savagely pounding in her ears.

“Maybe if you become my company’s main doctor, you can check me regularly and I will not have to ambush you like this…(Y/N).”- his white hair falling on her neck, along her cheek, when he leaned closer. She froze, mouth dry, as her heart was now slamming in her ribcage so hard it was painful. He was too close, she could feel where his mouth was, if she turns he will…

“Burns! How low can one company’s captain sink to take a place as a patient for his personal routine check-ups, when actual victims are around him?”- A voice that usually sounded like a beautiful song, now was rough, sharp, cold, and above all, furious. So much so, that even the silver fox got surprised, lifting his head and body and giving (Y/N) the opportunity to get back up. She used it, stepping back and turning, only to see Obi standing just a few meters behind them, clenching his fists so tightly that his fingers turned white. His jaw was pulsating, strong chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon.

“Or even worse, trying to steal my doctor again while my team and I are out there covering for your absence? We almost lost the east side of the town, a side that was supposed to be operated by you.”- he got closer, fire in his eyes more wild than on that Infernal she saw. Not even a bullet can shot thorough you as Obi’s stare was piercing through Burns, whose face was now dark, shadows flowing across it, making it somehow devious.

“I have my company members to handle that.”- he answered with a roar, landing on his feet and facing Obi. Even though he was taller and wider than captain Akitaru, Obi did not even flinch, actually, he looked like a young and powerful wolf ready to beat down the worn out alfa, taking what is rightfully his.

“And so do I, and (Y/N) is one of them, and will remain so.”- one more step was made by Obi, now staring Burns down, breaking the ice in his eyes by his raging mead colored ones. His body radiated with raw force, ready to demolish anything and anyone that stand in his way. And this time, even someone like Leonard Burns noticed it and decided not to cross the boundaries any more at this time. He lowered his eyebrows, closing his eyes and fixing the buttons on his shirt.

“ We shall see Akitaru, you are not her husband, you are just her captain.” – he said uncouthly, leaving slowly. After a few steps, his clear blue eye appeared over his shoulder, as he winked at (Y/N). She pressed her lips in a straight line, turning away, unable to believe how vulgar can he be. But her tornado of thoughts was interrupted by Obi’s harsh voice.

“Meet me in the emergency vehicle, I need to speak to you. Now.”- he disappeared behind the tent.

* * *

Obi set in the empty ambulance in the back space where they kept the patients. No matter how hard he tried, he could not calm down or stop hearing the God forsaken words that Burns used.

Just her captain…

“Tsk..”- He gripped his orange firefighting uniform on his forearms, barely overcoming the need to hit something hard. It was no wonder he said that, no one knew about what kind of relationship (Y/N) and he really had. And if they knew and still did not care and something like this happened, at least he could stand up to Burns like her boyfriend, not only captain. The thought of another man trying to seduce (Y/N) tormented him, smashing on his heart like stones. It did not help when the main reason of his worries stepped inside the van, slamming the door behind her and furiously turning to face him.

“Why did you do that? I was handling it fine Obi! You can’t go head on like that!”- her irises darker, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes from frustration. She did not want to yell at him, but she needed him to know that she can handle herself just fine. Only problem with that was, that she managed to forget that Obi was not only feeling the need to have her under his wing like a hawk, protecting his members like a real captain, no, he was protecting her like a king protects his queen, and when that queen forgets about the crown on her head and the fact he would die for her sake if needed, the king loses it. Obi jumped on his feet, trying his best to lower his voice but it still came out more than loud.

“He is trying to get you to transfer from day one! He ignored my warnings, ignored your refusals, and I will be damned if I see him trying his tricks in person!”- he was barely suppressing the painful avalanche of shattered pieces of his heart, not wanting to bring that subject now, but (Y/N)’s response made it impossible.

“And? Did I stay? I did! I can take care of other captains trying to get to be their doctor, I know I have obligations to our company and…”

“He was hitting on you (Y/N)! He did not care about your abilities, he was trying to get involved with you! Obligations?? How about your obligation to me as a girlfriend? Honesty, for example? Being honest of who you are dating, not making me act like only your damn superior! Making me tolerate the filthy moves of other men on you, right in front of my eyes, and even then I respected your wishes and now you are trying to get me to stay quiet and watch from a far how he is breathing down your neck?! “- Obi was yelling so hard he can feel the burn blooming in his throat. His fist slammed the metal of the van. (Y/N) stood in silence with her mouth opened, realizing what she had done. She hurt him, not intentionally but still did. Her rules made him suffer, and he still obliged because he loved her, but seeing someone else trying to harm her in any way, even by stepping over the limits of her personal space is something he can’t allow.

“I can’t (Y/N), I won’t just stand by. I am not a crazy jealous man, I know you are an honest woman and would never betray me, but I will protect your honor, I’ll be damned otherwise. You deserve the respect, you are a great doctor, and this…this was wrong. And yes, I will bite my tongue for your sake, but I can’t lo…”- Obi’s shaky voice was silenced by (Y/N)’s lips catching his when she jumped on him, grabbing onto him like he was the only thing she ever wanted. Tears strolled down her cheeks while she kissed him with raw passion, touched so deeply by the words that he spoke. She knew he was a good man, but she never imagined how deep that goodness went. He didn’t even lack wings, he really was one of Sol’s angels, and she was sure of it, and he was hers. And that was the only thing he wanted, to be hers.

He wrapped his long strong arms around her, hugging her so tightly that he almost broke her, but then he released the grip a bit, trying to contain his euphoric longing. Their mouths crashed on one another like raindrops crash on the dry ground, feeding it, nurturing it, just how they did their hearts in that moment. Her closeness once more awoke his erotic desire. Something about her drive him mad in every way, emotionally, sexually and physically, forcing him to hammer her down on the medical bed placed in the corner of the van. He pushed her down, towering over her, kissing her neck and sinking into her cleavage while he violently started unzipping his pants. (Y/N)’s flustered face was half covered with her palm, as she tried to suppress her lewd moans on his hungry kisses and gliding of his hands all over her slim body. He cupped her ass with his palm, turning her over on her tummy, climbing on top of her. His hand slid across her spine, along the back of her neck and into her hair, gripping her gently and pulling her head back so his lips can once again find hers. Her muffled moans were eaten by him sucking on her tongue gently while pulling her black jeans down along with her purple lace panties.

“I want you (Y/N)..I want to make you mine over and over again.”- he gasped in her mouth as the sound of his voice was combined with the sound of his pants being pulled down. A familiar feeling of his throbbing heat spread across her soaked pussy lips as he parted her ass cheeks, trying to gain access to the main thing. He teased himself a bit by rubbing his erected cock along her slit, trying to collect as much of her juices as possible before he lifted his hips and then slammed into her, kicking the air from (Y/N)’s chest. His adrenaline from earlier still rushing violently in his veins, making him to drill inside her without suppressing his strength or speed, feeling the van with the wet sound of his base smashing onto her cunt, and his groin on her ass cheeks.

“Fuck….you pussy is so tight…and…it is mine..just mine.”- he smashed harder, lifting himself upwards and swinging back down in a rush, making the bed squeal under them. (Y/N) could not hold in her loud screams, as she grabbed the pillow with the rough green fabric, placing it under her chin and burying her face in, screaming her lungs out while he fucked her like a beast. He started biting her shoulders, licking his way to the back of her neck to leave more reddish marks there, making sure that with every bite another almost unbearable hit of his hips accompanies it, making his sweet (Y/N) voice her pleasure loud enough even with that pillow stuffed half way in her mouth. His slams became faster, as he slid his hand under her shirt, starting to knead her breasts, pinching the soft flesh, searching for her hardened nipples to lightly twist them while he picks up the pace, feeling his sperm pumping down his dick.

“I want to mark you even from inside (Y/N)….I will cum in you baby.”- this was not a question, this was a statement. As he shifted her nipples along his rough fingers, slamming in her more violently than before, getting all of his frustration out with that last few hits and the thick hot sperm that squirted out of his swollen tip in her womb. He slowly turned her, picking her up with one hand and changed their places, placing her on his chest while he was lying on the bed. He gasped heavily, gently removing the strands of her hair from her face. (Y/N) also tried to catch her breath, but she certainly could not catch a break when Obi spoke.

“I want us to come clean. I want people to know that you are mine. “- he lifted her chin up to make her look at him in the eye. His gaze again loving, caring, soft, the same one she adores. She could not help but to smile, slightly nodding. When he saw her approval he smiled ear to ear, kissing the tip of her nose and getting her closer on his chest.

“Promise? Because if you don’t do it, I will propose to you in front of everyone and you will not have a choice.”- (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat on that words, making her lift herself up on his chest, mouth shaped in a wide circle, stuttering.

“W-wha…I-I-..I promise! No! Please! We can tell everyone! Today!”- her face red as a paprika, looking nervously around, playing with the material of his uniform. He took her hands in his, lifting himself and placing his forehead on hers.

“Hay..I was joking..relax.”- he kissed her cheek, but something inside him made him think that this was actually not a joke. Being surprised by his own brain, his cheeks fired up, smiling shyly to (Y/N)who just swallowed a whole lot accumulated saliva in her mouth. Still not being able to say nothing, but to place a promising kiss on his loving eyes, trying to silence the embarrassing thought in her mind.

I wish that is was not a joke.

#fire force #obi akitaru #enen no shouboutai #obi akitaru x reader #obi x reader

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twdeadlysins · 4 years

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ALWAYS PREPARED.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 848

Summary: Peter is very surprised to see what the reader pulls out of her gym locker.

Warnings: fluff, language, the usual marvel with possible typos.

Author’s Note: No one asked for this LMAO, but this is my first time writing Peter, so I hope I did good! I saw this prompt on pinterest and thought this would be perfect for him. It’ll be in bold. I hope you enjoy!

If you want to be tagged/removed for my Peter Parker fics, then don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message, or leave a comment! The same goes for any other fics! Also if you would like to request something, the link is below and in my bio! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer, so um don’t attack pls, I beg. Any feedback is much appreciated! Thank you!!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST // REQUEST GUIDE

In the middle of class, a wave of notifications went off on everyone’s cell phones, prompting you to curiously wander your eyes around at their reactions, wondering what it was this time. It was usually a huge party going on at some popular kid’s house who parents weren’t home for the weekend or there was a rumor going around. Either way you didn’t really give two fucks, unless it was some superhero action. That you could fuck with.

“Psst.”

You knew that sound from anywhere, mostly from the back of your head because it was done at least twenty times a day. Whipping your head around to the seat behind you with annoyed eyes, you were met with your boyfriend, Peter Parker, pointing at his phone that he faced towards you. The screen showed a post about how the avengers were fighting against an invasion, which was still unknown at who was exactly invading, but it seemed pretty serious and that intrigued you.

“Why didn’t we get a text from Fury or Tony?” You mumbled, slightly offended as you searched your phone for any missed texts. Yeah, sure you were a teenager and technically not an avenger, but an invite to stop the world from being taken over would’ve been nice. If Black Widow was allowed to be there, then so were you. You were basically a younger and better version of her. No one was allowed to tell her that last part.

Peter shrugged and scanned through his cell too. “I guess they have it under control and don’t need us.”

You scoffed and chuckled, earning Peter to crease his brows in confusion. “Look at this and tell me they don’t need us.” He went to speak, but abruptly shut his lips when he saw a video of Captain America getting knocked over by none other than Thor’s hammer right from under his feet. “Oh, they need us,” you snorted, covering up your mouth. Your boyfriend smiled wide, watching you snort and play the video over and over again.

“Parker, you’re staring.”

“Huh, what?” Peter looked like he woke up in a completely different timeline or from one of his naps, causing you to shake your head and grin at the fool you loved.

“Nothin’. So how are we going to get out of-” Before you could finish your sentence the bell rang and you rapidly gathered your belongings into your backpack, that certainly answered your question. Once you made sure you had everything, you quickly stepped out of the classroom and grabbed your boyfriend’s hand to make a stop before leaving. The both of you making sure to obey the rule of no sprinting in the halls.

“Why are we at your gym locker?!” Peter whisper shouted with crossed arms as you did your combination. You ushered him to turn around so you could change into your other clothes after you unlocked the lock. He started to relentlessly tap his foot and it drove you crazy.

“Peter will you quit it? The gym is empty because lunch period, so no one is gonna notice us walk out the back door. Anyways, I had to get my gym clothes so I can wash them, plus I needed this.”

Peter’s eyes widened, pointing at the thing in your hand. “You keep a bulletproof vest in your gym locker?”

You glanced at the material before glaring at Peter, not understanding why he was so stunned. “Yeah. Where do you keep yours?” You questioned as you finished tying up your boots.

“I don’t have one.”

“A gym locker? Everyone has a gym locker.” Peter gawked at you with his jaw slack, mentally face palming himself.

“Y/N, NO, a bulletproof vest!” He exasperatedly said, gesturing to the said item in your grasp.

“Oh, well then, here.” You shoved the vest you had gotten for yourself into his chest before reaching into your gym locker and retrieving another one.

“You have TWO? Of course you do, who am I kidding?” He scratched his head, trying to comprehend what in the fuck was happening.

“Actually I have four, the rest are in my locker-locker,” you stated nonchalantly, shutting your gym locker door before peering back over to Peter whose face screamed that you were crazy. “What? I’m always prepared for anything.”

“I know you are, one of the many things I love about you,” Peter smiled, running his free hand through his hair as you smiled back at him.

“Ya know, you could’ve changed into your tighty-whities instead of questioning why I have two bulletproof vests,” you retorted with a smirk as you strapped on the protective attire.

The hero sighed, dragging the hand that was in his hair to his face, choosing to ignore what you just called his suit. “Yeah, well, I don’t need this vest by the way.”

“Oh, yeah.” Gripping the material, you shoved it inside your backpack and zipped it up, bringing the strap over your shoulder. “I forgot that the famous Spooder-Man doesn’t need it,” you teased, pecking his lips and sprinting away mischievously.

“It’s… it’s Spider-Man!” Peter corrected, racing after you.

MASTERLIST // REQUEST GUIDE

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is very much appreciated! If you’d like to added or removed from the tags don’t hesitate to send me an ask or message! <3

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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Spending the day in a pillow fort, snuggled up to my pretty flower, while watching spooks and eating snackies? Sounds like a dream come true, sign me up for the forever package pls and thanks

Oh my gosh, I literally love you so much, finally someone agrees with me 😭😭 Tobey is literally the reason why I'm a Marvel nerd and I will forever love his Spidey with my life. I love Tom's so so much and he's just precious but like did he go "Up up and away web!!" or "Go web!! Go!!" while aggressively gesturing towards a billboard? No he did not, Tom's Spidey wishes he could be that cool

AND THE EMO PARKER DANCE IS ICONIC I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS

I really wish they would've let Andrew at least have a third movie, he deserved it

You have such good taste, babycakes 😌 I think my top three are Ragnarok, Far From Home, and Civil War. And YES! I absolutely agree, Infinity War is so so good and even though the ending is sad, I think it was done so well. Endgame had good parts, but overall the movies leaves me feeling meh :/

Your tags, baby, I'm screaming hdkshdkdbd Marriage is always an option, doll, I already have my wedding dress in the closet and a ring fit for the queen you are in my back pocket, if you'll have me - 🍓

mentally kicking myself for not seeing this earlier :(

we’ll spend every day in our fort!! wrapped up in the safety of one another’s arms 🥺 please sign here to be my forever wife 📄🖋

MY SWEET STRAWB COULD NEVER BE WRONG !! of course i agree, sir toby gave us so many iconic moments before the others 😌☝🏾 he is the blue print for all of the spooders after!! also what do you think about toby and andrew possibly being in the newest movie 👁👁 OH OH and did you watch spiderman into the spiderverse ???

EMO PETER WITH THE HEAVY EYELINER AND BLACK BANGS HE REALLY SERVED ‼️‼️ exactly !! the way the last movie for andrew ended really deserved a continuation- also his acting when gwen passed away 😔😔☝🏾

my dear your taste is so immaculate i think im swooning, i agree infinity war seemed much more well thought out than end game. the best scenes in end game were the final battle and when cap finally picked up the hammer. i really didn’t like how hulk and Bruce had that weird fusion thing ?? nor what they did to thor ☹️

if i’ll have you?? BABY IM ON MY KNEES FOR YOU!! you have my whole heart and soul, everyone 🥺💍 im ready for you My love let’s go <33

#my lovely wife #🍓 anon #you’ve got mail 💌

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podlingmom · 4 years

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My thoughts on Seladon

Okay, for real, I have mixed feelings about Seladon. Yes, I love me a Murder Birb, but I tend to enjoy evil characters more than morally grey or vindictive characters. Plus Brea is my sweet summer child and I hate when Seladon is mean to her.

Having said that I understand why she is the way she is. She was groomed from a young age to be the All-Maudra, conditioned to believe the skeksis word is law and I wouldn't be surprised if her mother taught her traitors must be burned. She felt Brea was given the attention she could never have and took it out on her, then genuinely believed her sister joined an anti-skeksis cult with her new rock friend and roped her mother into it, causing her death. Heck if say, my sister got my mom to do weed recreationally, but I misunderstand and think they were starting a breaking bad drug empire, and my mom gets shot by the cops I would be pissed too.

Many people use the scene where Seledon tries to bargain with the skeksis by offering up her own people as the reason they dislike her, but you see, she literally thinks this is the only way to save the gelfling race. If I were her, I’d offer up Thra’s worst prisoners and be like “Have at it guys, If these scumbags are guilty of half the murders and unwanted diddlings they were convicted of, they still deserved death!”

Speaking of unwanted diddling;

The most terrified I have been while watching this dark-ass series is when the skeksis attacked Seladon. I’m sorry but so many people say how much she deserved that and how satisfying it was but GUYS WHAT THE HECK!! For a few seconds, I literally thought she was gonna get stripped bare like skekSil in the movie. And to note, in Victorian times your underwear was literally just a dress under your dress, and if the Vapra follow the same clothing customs, she could literally be in her underwear. So many people in my life have hurt me but I don't wish that on my worst enemy. Just something in the back of my primal female brain kind of bugs me. Yall are nosty.

I don’t like the scene where she puts all the blame on Brea. I mean, I get lashing out as a defense mechanism after her trauma and shock, but Seladon knew they were all going to die and was willing to leave this world placing a heavy burden on Brea. The last thing Brea would remember is her sister shaming her and feeling responsible for everything before literally getting sucked into oblivion.

I do appreciate her apologizing sincerely after Tavra’s “death” (i still think she’s in that spooder), but think about this; Seladon and Brea don’t seem to have any happy memories together, it’s just a lifetime of resentment, jealousy and mean comments. I see this more as a writing flaw, the story never shows a bond they used to have or anything, they just tell us “sisterhood is strong”. The only thing they have to bond over is the “death” of Tavra. I will say the “death” of Tavra is what snapped Seladon out of her delusion since Tavra was someone Seladon ACTUALLY had a bond with. But no sis is ded now we super close and all is forgiven. I’m happy Brea forgave Seledon and they can start to create a bond, but I don’t think I’d be able to forgive someone who was NEVER kind to me EVER.

Last of all, LEGALLY, Seladon did not commit any war crimes. She didn't betray the gelfling, she just did what she thought was right, all be it in a very questionable way. PLS stop throwing around the term War Criminal.

I will end this tangent by saying I used to hate Seladon, but thanks to @hollerbatgirl and many other lovely people I don’t anymore, I have my issues with her, but I fully support her redemption arc.

#seladon #The Dark Crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #brea #tavra #skeksis

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fanficparker · 5 years

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Next Door | H.O.

Pairing: Neighbour!Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Requested: By anonymous - How about a request where Y/n's birthday was a few days ago and Haz didn't know it until Y/n's mom calls him because Y/n didn't answer her texts. And then he realizes she hates her birthday because in the last few years none of her friends attended her party. (I don't know its kinda weird but my birthday is in a few weeks and I feel the same)

Warnings: Swearing, Just a fluff piece :)

Summary: You have stopped making friends, but can your neighbour change your mind?

[ MASTERLIST ]

Harrison was taking a small nap on the free weekend afternoon when he was woken up to his phone ringing. He groaned covering his ears with a pillow. He shuffled his arm on the side table trying to find his phone without opening his eyes or removing the pillow, still succeeding.

"Hello," He lightly groaned in the phone, removing the pillow.

"Hello. Are you Mr. Osterfield from flat 202?" A middle-aged woman spoke up.

"Yeah," He sleepily responded.

"Sorry to disturb you I just wanted to ask for your neighbour from next door. 203, Y/n Y/ln. I'm her mom."

He rubbed opened his eyes sitting on his bed. "Yeah what about her?"

"Have you seen her recently? Is she alright?" The woman asked.

"I actually don't know her very well, but I did see her taking groceries this morning. She seemed pretty alright to me." He replied to which the woman sighed.

"Thank god. I was so much worried. She wasn't answering any of the texts or calls this month. I was so freaked out that I had to contact the apartment owner asking for the neighbour's contact. I actually can now guess why she did that. Thanks by the way and sorry to disturb you." The lady was about to hang up when Harrison interrupted.

"Ah, wait. I meant how can you guess when she didn't answer?"

"Oh that. It was her birthday last week and she kinda hates that day and doesn't like me talking about it, so that's the only reason I could think of her, ignoring me."

"Why? Ah--- Sorry for being nosy---"

"I don't mind. But to be honest she never talks about it so I too... Am unaware."

"Oh. Okay. Got it."

"Thanks." And she hung up.

Harrison kept his phone down and got up deciding to take a warm shower. After showering and scrolling his phone he noticed the call from earlier in his call logs.

How can someone hate their birthday? He asked himself. For Harrison birthdays were one of his best days in the whole year. A day when people didn't bother him for the mistakes he made or the unmade bed or his un-organized flat or messed up kitchen. A day when his friends and family spent quality time with him, even when it meant messing up with their own schedule. All this made him feel special! A little bit extra attention doesn't hurt, right? Damn, doesn't she like feeling special?

Maybe I could visit her. Yeah, I should. I have been living here with her next to me at least for 2 years. I should try to be more social outside my limited friend circle and family. Yeah, I should definitely visit her. Maybe we become good friends. Maybe she turns out to be an interesting person.... who doesn't like her birthday.

First meet then judge! He reminded himself, throwing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt locking his flat.

••• He knocked at your door, waiting for a response. It isn't like you haven't ever met. You have and even talked but only for some important things, like the lift not working, not for 'just knowing each other' purpose.

"Hi!" You said opening the door.

"Hi!" He returned the gesture.

You waited for him to tell what he wanted, but he just smiled.

"Ah, is there anything I could do for you?" You finally asked.

No. I just thought of getting to know you.

"You-your mom called me." He said, unable to think of any right way to start a conversation and he thought he was an expert?!

"She why? Does she even know you?" You asked confused.

"Can I come in?" He asked producing a tight-lipped smile.

"Yeah sorry, I should have called you in." You gave him space to get in a little embarrassed of your ignorance.

"No mention." He said as you gave him a seat on the sofa. His eyes travelled to take a look at the whole flat seeing tons of make-up products organized on shelves and tables.

"Don't freak out, I actually own a beauty salon." You said following his gaze.

"That's great!"

"Why did my mom called you?" You enquired again.

"She was worried of you not answering her texts and calls so she searched for your neighbour's number. Who was me." He answers.

"Oh."

"But why didn't you answer?" He asked.

"I ah... Maybe... I don't remember." You fidgeted with your hands looking down.

"She said something about you hating your birthday to be the potential reason?! Is it true?" He raised his brows at you.

You raised your head to face him standing just near the sofa.

"I don't wanna sound harsh or rude, but I believe it's my life and hence it's none of your business?!" Your voice was calm, but it did sound a bit harsh. Telling people to 'mind their own business' always sounds rude, no matter whatever era we are living in. And he did seem offended or maybe hurt.

"Umm... Sorry." He stood up from the sofa. He was offended for sure. He ignored you and walked towards the door mumbling, "I just wanted to be friends!" And luckily you heard it.

"Friends?" You chuckled, more like produced a frustrated chuckle. He stopped and turned to look at you.

You continued, "I'm sorry for being rude. I shouldn't have said that."

"Why did you laugh at the mention of 'friends'?" He squinted his eyes a bit.

You took a breathe, "It is that friends are the real reason why I hate my birthday."

He didn't ask 'why' this time, remembering the minding business phrase. But his expressions were of curiosity and you could tell.

"You can sit. I'm sorry." You again apologized, but he didn't react.

"Pleeaasseee!" You pleaded and he shook his head at your ministration taking his previous seat and this time you joined him.

"I actually don't 'hate' hate my birthday. It's just I'm jealous of other's who have reason to love this day." You said making him more confused, but he let you finish without interrupting."When I was younger I loved the day too. So many friends, so much fun. But as time passed they left me. As I passed high school, my school friends vanished. When I passed university, my college friends vanished. Then I realized they were my friends just because they had me to do their work. When they no more needed me I was discarded like rubbish. I stopped making friends all together. It isn't very pleasant to remind yourself of those fake pleasant memories. So I try to ignore this day and mom actually bugs me asking about how am I going to celebrate lab-lab-lab year birthday with my 'friends' who don't actually exist!" You finished giving an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry. I didn't know." He sympathized.

"Because we never actually talked earlier. But hey, do you want tea or coffee? I even have cookies and---"

"I have some work, gotta go!" He said getting up and left.

God, you must have hurt him. "For once someone genuinely wanted to be friends and I not only slipped the opportunity but also offended them!" You cursed yourself and plopped down on the couch rethinking your words, regretting them repeatedly.

••• You noticed the time. It had already been 2 hours Harrison had gone and you were lost in your thoughts. You decided to cook some dinner when you heard your doorbell. You opened the door to face the same gorgeous blue eyes again, hitting you again with a wave of repentance.

"I am really really so---"

"Keep the worries aside. Look here!" He pointed at his hands by shifting his gaze down.

He was holding a plate with a small sponge cake on top of it tucked with some candles. How ignorant of you to not notice it earlier. He fake coughed, shifting your attention from the cake towards him.

"Can I come in?" He asked the same question as earlier, again embarrassing warmth travelled to your cheeks as you welcomed him inside.

He set the cake on the table.

"So I guess you can bring in the cookies or any snacks you were talking about earlier. We can have a small party!"

"Wait. Party? For what?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Oh yeah. Happy Belated Birthday!" He cheered.

"I-- umm... said I don't like my birthday?!" You widened your eyes.

"But now you have a friend, sooo?" He raised a single eyebrow with a slight smirk.

"I-I this--you?" You couldn't make complete sentences, you had no idea how to reply.

"Oh wait I haven't introduced myself properly. I am Harrison Osterfield. Actor, adventurer, a really nice guy and the guy next door. Can we be friends?" He stretched his arm in your direction with a beautiful full mouth smile.

You glanced at his hand then at his face and then back to his hand. Warmth rushed to your heart which had the same effect as sunshine on a dark winter day. You accepted the gesture shaking his hand.

"Y/n Y/ln, Beautician and the girl next door. Friends!" You smiled.

And damn if he wasn't so nice and...

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surian1702 · 5 years

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Yandere! Female! Avengers x Male! Venom Infected! Reader Part 1

/First story on tumblr, fun. No but seriously for whomever reads this, thanks! I’m not fantastic at writing but I hope you like it! 😋\

- Steve Rogers: Stephanie Rogers

- Tony Stark: Tonya Stark

- Bruce Banner: Bruna Banner

- Thor Odinson: Thora Odinson (Yes, this is an actual name, I looked it up)

-Peter Parker: Petra Parker

-Clint Barton: Cleo Barton

-Natasha Romanova

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As fun as staying in bed for the rest of your life was, it was not how your boss wanted it to be- since you’d be fired and homeless if you were late one more time. Sitting up on the bed, your eyes wandered to the clock and you groaned. ‘It’s so early!’ A voice complained in your head, and your eye twitched “I know, Venom. I saw the clock too.” ‘Wow, Venom wasn’t talking to you, Venom was talking to Venom.’

(1st POV)

“Bitch...” I mumbled out in annoyance at the virus I managed to contract on my lovely day out of work; but alas it did not last long once I fell sick unto my bed and stayed there until a voice started to speak to me. Making my way to the kitchen I felt a harsh slap to the back of my head, I looked over to see the little black mush giving me a smug smile then slide back into my body.

‘Fucker knows that I know I can’t do shit to him’ Venom chuckled and replied ‘Venom knows!’ The sizzling of burn eggs made it to my nose as I realized that I had been paying too much attention to Venom and ruined my breakfast. Not much I could do though since Venom made me eat it anyways. I sighed with annoyance and started to get ready for work. I sprinted to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth while using some water to fix my hair up a little bit, halfta be a little presentable for my damn job.

Keys, Jacket, and shoes then I’m out the door in a flash. Moving quickly throughout the streets of New York to get to my dead end job a body flew at me out of nowhere; sending us both crashing into a wall (Much to my discomfort as a human pillow) “Oh no, no! Sir! Are you okay?! I didn’t mean to knock you over wi-“ The voice was cut off with a swift arm to the side of body. ‘Ugh, she needs help with it, doesn’t she? Auuuugh!’ I groaned in my head ‘Venom, could you?’

Black ooze pulled out of my body and my bone structures pulled back into place- healing immediately. “Alright! Let’s go!” Venom and I’s body took off and sent a claw towards the back of the enemy’s back; pushing him to the other side of the street and using the black ooze of Venom, I covered his body, leaving him immobile. “Sneak attack bitch!” I yelled as he struggled to escape while I sat on the ground, tongue flailing around like a snake. A body, clearly woman, walked up to me dressed in a spider webbed, red and blue suit.

“Who are you...?” She asked in a confused tone, not expecting backup clearly. My mouth opened in a very large, sharp smile “We are Venom.” She went to say what seemed to be thanks but the police arrived and I had to release the man in my ooze. “(Y/N)” A voice poured out of my mouth “We’re late for work.” He stated bluntly as my eyes widened. I started to sprint as the Venom wore off “Shit!” I yelled but was quickly pulled back into an alleyway by a huge ass web.

As I landed on the ground I gripped my head. Once I took a peek out of my eyes, I saw it was that web chick - I think her name was Spider-Girl or something like that. “Heyyy Spooder, so um as much as I loooved you pulling me into a rapist alleyway, I gotta get to work before I’m fired.” I started to get up but she grabbed my arm “Wait! You’re that guy from before! I knocked into you, but I didn’t expect you to have powers, or anything to be honest.” She took a deep breath as I tried to pull away. “I thought you were broken and I was gonna go back but then there was this guy who hit me and I had to fight him-“ Damn this girl talked a lot, can she get to the point? “- We should probably go to see Fury, maybe he can help with your abilities-“ I turned towards her and let her get a good look at me. I gripped her hand

“Listen sweetheart, I’m not gonna head anywhere with you. This was a one time kindness that I’ll probably never do again.” I paused and looked right at the eye socks of the suit she was in and grinned maliciously “- I don’t want to be a hero, I just want to go to my dead end job, get paid then go home. Y’know, a semi- normal life. So let go, I’m already late.” She stood the frozen and then went to take off her mask. Oh hell no. If I know her identity, they could take my ass to S.H.I.E.L.D. and take over my poor ass life. I shut my eyes and ripped her hand off of my arm.

Sprinting throughout the streets I tried to lose the Spider from my ass. I’m so fucking fired and I know it. ‘Venom, please help me out here!’ The ooze covered my body as I jumped on the dumpster and made my way up the building to the top. The chase didn’t last long as I jumped into a sewer hole and sat there for a good twenty minutes. The ooze sunk back into my body and I sighed, that girl totally just cost me my job, fuck.

I opened the hatch of the sewer and made my way back home, then my phone buzzed and I pulled it out. ‘Shitty Job’ it read and I groaned then pressed the green button. *(Y/N)! The hell are you?! This is your twelfth late day in the past six weeks! How lazy can you be!?!* ‘Oh you have no idea’ I rolled my eyes as Venom snickered in my head. *I warned you last time that I’d fire you if you were late again this month! Just don’t bother showing up again!* His voice cut off as the call ended. My eye twitched “Aaaaaaarghh! Fuck!” I punched a wall as I screamed out in anger.

I stalked my way out of the streets to my apartment, slamming the door behind me and throwing myself at my couch. I let out a long and loud groan then sighed. “Venom. We are so screwed.” Some ooze poured out of my arm and faced me “It’s the Spiders fault.” Venom hissed causing me to shake my head. “No it’s mine. I shouldn’t have helped her.” Venom receded back into my body but kept hissing about how ‘Spider is bad’. “We’ll go job hunting tomorrow, I’ve had a day.” I stayed before I closed my eyes and passed out on my old couch.

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(Petra’s POV)

I ran my way back to Stark tower after I met the man who called himself ‘Venom’. I needed to tell Ms. Stark about him, I think he could play a good part on the team just like I could (If they would let me). The elevator door opened and I dashed through the room, trying to find Ms. Stark to tell her about the man.

“Ms. Stark! Ms. Stark! I have something important to tell you!” I yelled out into the penthouse for her. “Petra? For that last time, you can call me Tonya, it makes me feel less old.” Ms. Stark walked through the door and I pulled off my mask to look at her. She opened her mouth “Now what is it? I’m a little busy.” I smiled in excitement and started to speak. “Ms. Stark! I met someone new! They helped me take down the Goblin earlier today and they were super cool and super fast! I think that they’d be useful in the Avengers! I couldn’t convince him but maybe you-“ “Petra, slow down kid, you met someone with superpowers?” I nodded with excitement “Mhmmm! He powerful too!” I shouted at her cause I couldn’t contain myself anymore. “Do you know anything else about him? Like a name or hair color?”

I thought back to earlier when he was in the ooze “I believe his name is (Y/N), and he has (H/C) hair and pretty (E/C) eyes, you can get lost in them and he’s about this tall...” I said while jumping up with my hand in the air to show his height. Ms. Stark turned to Jarvis “Can you find anyone like that, Jarvis?” “Yes Ma’am, searching...” My anticipation grew with every flowing second. “Results found, three matches.” Ms. Stark turn to me. “Any of them look like him?” I walked up to Jarvis’s screen and looked.

There he was, he looked just a handsome in his picture as he did in real life. “There! (Y/N) (L/N)!” “Jarvis, pull out his information.” Ms. Stark stated firmly and I was excited to know more about him. “Yes Ma’am. Name: (Y/N) (L/N), he was fired earlier this day from his occupation. Reason: Too many late days. His age is 20. His height is 182.88 centimeters and weight is 78 kilograms. Hair color: (H/C). Eye color: (E/C). He is allergic most Medications and cannot eat oranges without having a seizure. No criminal records found.” Jarvis turned off and we both looked at eachother.

“Jarvis, where is his residence?”

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(1st POV)

A knock pierced through the air, waking me up instantly from my nap. ‘Don’t open the door’ Venom whispered in my ear so I quietly shuffled up to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was the famous entrepreneur, Tonya Stark. The hell was she doing in this shit hole of a building. I unlocked the door and opened it up a crack. “Can I help you?” I stated as she stood there wide eyed. She didn’t respond so I opened the door all the way.

I waved a hand in her face but she didn’t budge. “Ms. Stark. Answer him...” A voice whispered out to him, it sounded familiar. ‘Spider is here, Spider is bad!’ Ohh that’s who that is. “Hey Spooder, I know your there.” A short brunette shuffled out. “So I’m guessing you’re here to take me or whatever.” I sighed and rubbed my palm on my face “I did not sign up for this shit.” I groaned out, then looked at the Stark who has seemed to compose herself. “Alright let’s get this over with. What?” You stated bluntly, waiting for her proposal.

“Mr. (L/N), I heard that you got fired from your job, I have an offer for you that you might just like.” Well shit.

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sassycassie-s-series · 5 years

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All My Fault 26

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG/K+

Notes: (Masterlist) This is a kinda long one at 2,212 words, but WOOHOO more stuff is happening! We’re getting over closer to their confession y’all! If you’re wondering, no I don’t really know how to do short series XD Just LOOOOONG slow burns XD

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Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25

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Damian glared at Dick over the top of his sketchbook. Per Alfred’s orders, he was on bedrest until the next morning, and it was the day after he arrived. So, another twenty-four hours in bed. McCloud had gone to bed herself after Damian’s hand twitched in the cave and woke her up at 2:30AM, so Alfred sent her to bed.

Which meant that when Damian got transferred up to his own bed, Dick decided to keep him company.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Dick just sat at Damian’s desk on his laptop and started going over crime rates and actually helped Damian type up his mission report to submit to the Watchtower’s records. And then�� Dick got bored.

“C’mon, Little D,” Dick teased. “Don’t you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it?”

“Grayson, so help me, if you make one more joke regarding the feelings I have for her I will strip you to your mask and briefs and string you up on the GCPD tower with the Bat-signal shining right on you for everyone to see,” Damian growled, going back to a sketch of Titus he’d been working on that morning. Dick spun around in the desk chair, giving Damian a skeptically raised right eyebrow.

“I'm so glad you’re willing to just admit to my face that you are such a goner for her,” he said brightly.

“Grayson, I'm warning you,” Damian snapped, jaw clenched.

“Just admit to me you think Nora Wayne has a nice ring to it and I’ll let it go,” Dick said playfully. Damian closed his eyes with a resigned sigh.

“Tt. Alright. Whatever. It has a nice ring to it. Sure.” And I most definitely have not already thought of that many times over, he added silently.

“Glad you agree. Because if she became Nora Wayne, you’d no longer have to call her McCloud all the time. Heaven forbid you call anyone by their first name. I imagine Alfred and Bruce would be delighted to have a Mrs. Wayne again.”

“And if she chose not to give up McCloud?” Damian challenged.

Dick shrugged. “Then that’s her choice. You still wouldn’t have to call her McCloud anymore. You could call her something cute instead.” He paused. “Like honey or baby or something.” Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Through the slightly open door, they could hear familiar music drifting from down the hall.

A smile pulled on Dick’s face. Damian slowly lifted up his sketchbook and hid behind it to avoid further teasing.

McCloud was singing Phantom of the Opera from her bedroom. Her door was probably open and she might have just gotten out of the shower or something. She had a nice voice. It was Broadway-levels of loud without being Broadway trained. She tended to belt dramatically and not care how it sounded. Like the time before the charity ball when she thought she was alone and sang Total Eclipse of the Heart in the Batcave.

Dick peeked up over the top of Damian’s sketchbook. “You hear that?” he asked with an ecstatic smile.

“Yes,” Damian said flatly, not giving his eldest brother the satisfaction of a reaction.

“She’s singing both parts of a duet,” Dick pointed out.

“Indeed,” Damian agreed, tone completely monotone.

“Sooo… why don’t you sing the other part?”

“I don’t sing,” Damian snapped.

Dick sighed. “Cloudy is the only fun person in this family,” he muttered. Damian rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue.

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“Gooood morning, Cloudy!” Jason greeted brightly as I went down into the kitchen to get some breakfast before checking up on Damian again.

“Morning Jay,” I replied tiredly, through a wide yawn.

“Sleep well?”

I tilted my head to either side to loosen up the muscles. “Kinda,” I replied.

“You ditched patrol to snooze on Damian’s bedside. Must be a little stiff.”

“Technically, I fell asleep before you left and no one bothered to wake me up.” The sarcasm in my voice wasn’t lost on Jason. He snickered.

“That’s fair,” he relented.

I munched half-heartedly on a bowl of dry cereal that I wasn’t in the mood for and sighed. “I'm gonna go see if he’s okay.”

“Loved your shower performance, by the way,” Jason offered.

I pushed some of my damp hair out of my face. “Thanks,” I said, leaving the kitchen with my bowl of dry Cookie Crisps. Alfred would be cross if I got cereal dust on anything, so I carefully managed not to. Besides, the boys left half-eaten candy bars on the floors of their rooms and had gotten chocolate on the carpet more times than I bothered to count. My room was spotless by comparison.

When I reached Damian’s door, it was half-open. I could hear Dick humming inside, and if I listened hard enough I could hear the scratching of Damian’s pencil too. I lifted one hand and knocked. “Morning,” I called.

“Mornin’ Cloudy!” Dick replied loudly.

“Good morning, McCloud,” Damian added.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

There was a pause. “If you’d like,” Damian said.

I ducked through the door.

Damian was sitting up in bed on a pile of plush pillows with the sheet over his lower body. His upper body was bare, save for the bandages wrapped around his injuries. His bruises were smaller—healing. His sketchbook was on his lap. I could see a drawing of Titus on the page. I examined his injuries briefly—and absolutely did not pay attention to his physique—and perched at the foot of his bed.

“How you feelin’, Damian?” I asked casually, popping some cereal into my mouth.

He shrugged. “Absolutely fine. But Alfred won’t let me do anything till tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a good thing,” I said. “Gives you more time to heal.”

Damian regarded me, searching my face like he was searching for any sign of mocking. But I wasn’t mocking him. Just genuinely believing that Alfred’s orders were sound. I chewed on another small handful of cereal and threw a piece at Dick when he opened his mouth. He caught it expertly and laughed in victory.

“Tt,” Damian muttered.

Dick shut his laptop. “You gonna keep him company for a while, Clouds?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Okay. I'm gonna go get some stuff done. I gotta go make some calls,” Dick said, leaving the room. He didn’t shut the door behind him, which I was grateful for. A shut door would make me uncomfortable.

“Bye!” I called after him.

“Bye!” Dick singsonged. He whistled down the hallway.

I turned my attention back to Damian. “Cookie Crisp?” I asked, offering him the bowl.

He shook his head. “That much sugar would make me ill,” he said. “Thank you for offering though.”

I shrugged and ate another handful. “No problem,” I said. “How are you feeling, really?” I asked.

Damian glanced over my shoulder at the door. “I'm alright,” he said. “My injuries ache and throb but nothing else is new. I just… the mission failed. It’s no one’s fault. But it was my idea so it seems like my fault. It’s my fault I was injured this badly. It’s my fault we didn’t get the speedsters back. It’s my fault that I worried you when I turned up barely conscious. It’s my fault—”

“Stop,” I said. “It’s not your fault. You’re too hard on yourself. You blame yourself for things you have no control over. So you couldn’t get the speedsters out of the Speed-Force. So what? You tried. And that’s what matters. It’s not your fault that I'm here, out of time, either. It’s the Time Bombs’ fault. So do yourself a favor and relax.”

Damian opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it when I cocked an eyebrow. Then he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered.

I crossed my legs under me at the foot of his bed and leaned forward. “So how’s your Titus picture?” I asked.

“Fine,” he answered, turning the sketchbook to show it to me.

“Looks great,” I said.

“Thank you,” he said automatically. He bit his lip and looked up at me. “Really. Thank you.”

I smiled. “Of course. How did you sleep?”

“Fine. I should be asking that question to you though.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I woke up at about one-thirty in the morning to you sleeping with your head on the edge of the gurney.”

“Oh. Yeah I slept okay till Alfred ordered me to bed about an hour later when I woke up because you twitched.”

“Apologies.”

“Nah it’s okay. It was better for my neck to go to bed like a normal person,” I joked. Damian smirked. It wasn’t so tired and weak anymore. I liked his more alert smirk. It had a mischievous quality to it that made me feel like a kid meeting a new friend who was ultimately going to get me in so much trouble for doing something my parents told me not to do like swim in a creek or something.

“Then perhaps I’ll rescind my apology,” he said.

“Nah. I’ll still accept it because it used to be rare for you to apologize.”

“Tt. I was a bit of a brat when I was younger, wasn’t I?” he mused, grinning slightly.

“Mmhmm!” I agreed, eating more cereal. Damian snorted. “But,” I added, “you were also a good kid at heart who was doing his best with what he had to work with. You weren’t raised like a normal kid and frankly arrogance can be confidence if you can back up your claims. Which you often did.”

Damian regarded me. “Thank you,” he said. “That is… very kind of you.”

I smiled. “‘Course,” I said.

Damian looked between me and his sketchbook for a moment. “There’s… there’s something I want to show you,” he said thoughtfully.

“Uh… okay,” I replied.

He threw his covers off.

“Hey, wait, Damian,” I protested, “Alfred said you’re supposed to stay in bed till tomorrow.”

Damian gave me a cocked eyebrow, waiting for me to back down. I gave him the same look, refusing to back down. Waynes were ridiculously stubborn, but I wasn’t a doormat either. “You wouldn’t be able to reach what I’d like to show you, McCloud,” Damian said, getting out of bed. “And getting something from my closet won’t hurt me.”

I glared at him from the foot of the bed as he crossed to his closet and pulled down a box that was up on the high top shelf. He brought it over and dropped it by my knees. He sat on the other side of the dusty box and let the lid flop carelessly on the floor.

Inside was a pile of old sketchbooks, several of the bottom ones with yellowing pages.

I tensed up. Damian didn’t really show off his art to too many people. Sure he showed me his painting of the picture I’d posted on Twitter and his designs for my charity ball dress, but his sketchbooks were far more private. I only saw the drawing he did of me when I first got to the future because Jason dropped the sketchbook on my lap. I looked up at him, with surprise on my face.

“You alright?” he asked with a small grin.

“You’re… trusting me with this?” I replied.

“Of course. I'm showing you the practice sketches of the drawings I used to give the family every year for the day you went missing. Grayson would keep his for a while and then insisted I keep the drawings I gave to him.” He dug into the box and pulled out a folder that had several pages of sheet protectors in them and passed it to me. I pulled it open. “Those are the finished products. They look the best,” he added.

I flipped through the drawings. Each one was beautiful, and I could see how his art style improved over the eight years I’d been missing due to the time jump. There were eight of them. “Did you use references for these?” I asked. “Because I'm pretty sure I never looked like that.” I pointed to the one of me—dated 2025—in a flowing gown dancing with a partner whose face couldn’t be seen. The gown looked like it was being blown by a fantasy wind that also caught my hair.

Damian grinned. “No. I made that one up. Grayson asked if I would draw you dancing because he said he would forever remember you as a dancer. I decided I could take some liberties with it,” he said. I chuckled.

“And the one with the wings?”

“I was fourteen and Grayson said you were an angel. What would you expect?”

While I looked through the finished sketches Damian had drawn for Dick in greater detail, Damian pulled out the others he’d done for everyone else, explaining them and reminding me that the family loved me. I looked between the drawings and their artist, feeling flattered and amazed that he always depicted me in such beautiful ways. Most of them had me laughing and smiling in some way.

“I really don’t know what to say,” I said. “They’re all incredible.”

Damian ducked his head and avoided my eyes. “Thank you.”

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desdinovas · 6 years

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untitled - part eleven

not my gif

pairing: ceo!tom x female reader

warnings: language

word count: 1.4K

notes: this is so short i’m sorry :/

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You woke up in the bright room and you realised you were by yourself. Thoughts started going through your head and you asked yourself if last night really happened. You felt like you had the best night ever and was waking up with no hangover.

You sat up slowly and looked around for the person you thought you had shared the bed with. He was nowhere to be seen. You pulled your shorts on and threw your hair into a ponytail before making your way slowly out to the hallway. That was where you saw many other bedroom doors and a large living area with the grand piano. Harry sat on the couch next to it with a video game controller in his hand. When he saw you and your looks he smirked and paused his game.

“Well, would you look who stayed the night last night."

You sighed with a small smile and rolled your eyes. “Not like that.”

"Yeah, but I saw Tom emerge out of the same door about thirty minutes ago to go have his quiet time outside, so," he pointed to the back porch and then turned back to you.

"Well, nothing like that happened. We just slept in the same bed." You confirmed and went over to the door. You saw Tom sitting outside reading a book and you smiled to yourself. "I don't want to disturb him."

"He's fine." Harry assured you. “Go ahead. I doubt he'll get upset if you come out there."

"Okay." You nodded and opened the door.

Tom turned around and smiled. “Mornin’."

"Morning." You laced your hand on his shoulder and rubbed it for a moment. “Sleep well?"

"I did." He replied with a sip of his coffee. "You?"

"I did too." You sat down at the couch next to him and looked out onto the backyard and the city. "This is beautiful."

"I know." He sighed and looked out himself. "That's why I enjoy it so much. And why I come out here every morning. I didn't want to wake you."

"It's okay." You assured him. “It was nice to sleep in a bit."

"What are you going to do now that you don't have to spend the day with me anymore?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head. "I'm finished with my paper but I can still be with you... right?"

"Well, of course, yeah." He said. "But you know, you were only supposed to be at work with me while you were also working. It might be kind of hard to concentrate with my girlfriend at the office with me three days a week." He paused, realising what he just said. "Not girlfriend, I mean- fuck, I’m sorry, I-”

You laughed and bit your lip. “Tom, it's fine.” You smiled at him and sighed, "I'll be your girlfriend."

He sighed and chuckled under his breath. “But do you know what you're getting yourself into here?"

"What does that mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"(y/n), you see yourself, I'm a dick." He said seriously, "I'm arrogant. I like things my way. I keep things hidden. I-I'm something no one wants in a boyfriend. It's what they want in a one night stand."

You sighed and got up. He looked at you like he had no idea what was going on and you sat down on his lap with your arms around his neck. You pushed some of his curls away from his face and offered him a slow kiss on the lips. He backed off and looked at you in the eyes.

"I don't see arrogance." You told him. "I see a passion for perfection. And you may keep things hidden but I know more than I need to for right now. And every time I learn something new about you it's like a little present." You laughed.

He half smiled and ran his thumb along your chin. "You're so..."

"Childish." You nodded. "And goofy. I like to have a good time and you like to be serious. That's what makes this perfect, Tom. We balance."

He shifted his arms around and rested one on your thigh and the other on the small of your back. "Teach me how to be childish."

"Where do I even begin with?" You threw your head back with a laugh.

He smirked and your eyes continued to move over each other's faces. You felt like it was so long that you just sat with each other and weren't talking. You waited for the right moment and licked your lips. "I know something really stupid we could do."

"Which is?" He raised his eyebrows.

"We could go into your bedroom and close the door." You told him.

"Mmm." Came his all too normal response.

"And see what's happens from there?" You offered.

"I do like that idea. And it is very stupid." He said lowly.

"And tonight we're going to a club." You placed your hand on his chest. “And I'm gonna dance like a slut with you."

"I dislike the word slut." He reminded you.

You rolled your eyes. "Then I'm gonna dance suggestively with lots of alcohol in my system and then I'm gonna spend the night again here tonight. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." He replied and picked you up with him as he stood.

"You're all or nothing, aren't you?" You laughed and rolled your eyes at his antics.

He raised his eyebrows at you. "Always.”

You went home to change clothes and Tom promised he would pick you up at 8 so you could go dancing.

"So you made it official?" Lindsay sat with her chin resting in her hands as she watched you get dressed. She was laying on your bed listening and asking questions about your and Tom's last few days.

"We did make it official, yes.” You smiled at her and began to try on dresses to wear.

"Sealed it with?" She asked with her eyes wide.

"Last night a kiss on the lips." You teased, "and today with kisses everywhere else." You sighed happily.

"No fucking way." She yelled. "How is he?!" She jumped up and was sitting up on your bed intrigued.

"I don't even wanna talk about it." You shook your head. “He was so good." You lied, trying to supress your laugh.

"Really?" She sighed contently. “I'm so jealous."

"Why?" You laughed. “You always say Tyler is good."

"Tyler is good," she repeated with a nod. “But I doubt he's 'young, hot CEO and record producer' good. That's like another level of good."

"I'd have to agree." You pulled on a fairly classy black romper and red heels to match it. You curled your hair lightly and smoked out my your makeup to bring it to a night time status just before Tom knocked on the door.

"I got it!" Lindsay jumped for the door.

"Linds, no!" You called out and went to run to catch her. You were too late.

"Hi, Tom." She smiled at him.

"Hello, Lindsay." He smiled at her sweetly and looked at you. “Ready to go?" He looked you over, "I love that outfit."

"Thanks," you smiled at him and grabbed your favorite clutch and your phone.

"Did you two have a good time last night?" Lindsay pried even though you knew Tom wouldn't crack.

"Yes, yes we did." He kissed your cheek and took your hand. "I'm sure (y/n) will tell you the details when she feels appropriate. I'll leave it up to her." He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sure she will." Lindsay winked at you both and smiled. “See you tomorrow, (y/n/n)."

"Bye, Linds. Go call Tyler!" You reminded her of her boyfriend and she gave you the finger before closing the door. "One of these days she'll get used to you, I promise." You laughed as you walked down the hallway.

"It's fine." Tom laughed too as you strolled. "She's just not used to seeing me as a normal person."

"Basically." You nodded.

“Why do I feel like you told her we had sex?”

You chuckled, “because I did. Messing with her is always fun. You don’t mind, do you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, you’re good.”

"So we're going out officially.” You changed the subject. “And this time I get to show you how much fun it really is to be twenty two.”

"Oh, really?" His eyes widened and he licked his lips while he took another look at you. "You really do look fantastic. I just hope the other guys get the idea that you're mine." He smirked.

Tom opened the car door for you and you giggled. “Trust me. They will."

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