#pleeeease see this mutuals

[transgenderbobdylan]

Hello, I hope you're doing well! My name is Mahmoud Abu Swierh, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging. Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens. If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference. Thank you. https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b

absolutely will donate & share 🙏

[propertyofwicked]

SMITTEN - LN

ln x reader, platonic!grid x reader SMAU

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open ✧

warnings: none, just a little swearing throughout - also she's a short one

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).

That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.

I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.

It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺

Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.

Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉

Helping Hands

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.

A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came. 

The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach. 

Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you. 

You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started. 

He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.

 Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting. 

Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured. 

Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly. 

“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face. 

His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them. 

You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup. 

“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you. 

“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation. 

“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast. 

He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything. 

“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”

Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”

***

The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze. 

He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice. 

The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you. 

The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel. 

 It’s why you loved him. 

Oh god, you were so fucked. 

“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?” 

“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”

You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him. 

You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?” 

You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself. 

With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass. 

You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you. 

“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury. 

He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”

You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips. 

You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out. 

With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”

“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.” 

He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you. 

Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him. 

“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target. 

“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly. 

His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”

The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both. 

The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you. 

His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you. 

Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire. 

“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard. 

“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire. 

You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second. 

A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.  

“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face. 

Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.

“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination. 

The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently. 

“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire. 

“Lead the way, Miller.” 

***

His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face. 

You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed. 

He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered. 

“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing. 

He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air. 

He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair. 

A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long. 

Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself. 

With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?” 

“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents. 

Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them. 

You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs. 

You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat. 

“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in. 

The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips. 

“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly. 

“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him. 

His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach. 

You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest. 

“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch? 

Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand. 

“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours. 

“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. 

“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”

You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.” 

“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep. 

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[chaeinedup]

1 + 1 = S2

Loud music could be heard from both rooms in the house. Your neighbours have probably grown accostumed to such thing, it meant it was going out night. Part of them was relieved it wasn't another noisy game night, which are pretty frequent as well.

You were seated on the floor, redoing your ponytails for the 3rd time. Your arms were on fire but you were committed to this look.

"Siri, call yuyu please."

"Calling yuyu."

.....

"Hello ? Y/n ?"

"Hiii just wanted to ask where you are."

"We're almost ready to leave the house. You guys ?"

"I'm almost done if my hair cooperates with me. Wooyoung is most likely waiting for me. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in my room yet."

"Try not to be late!"

"AS IF!!"

"Don't give me attitude missy. Now I'm gonna get the car started, I'll see you in a bit. Bye"

"Bye Bye, don't miss me!"

.....

After 10 more minutes you were finally done. One last look in the mirror and all that work paid off. The boots made your legs look longer and your mini skirt complemented the cropped shirt well. You grabbed your purse and headed to the leaving room where a very impacient Wooyoung awaited you.

"What took you so long ?"

"It takes time to look this good you know?"

"Pleeeease!!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me wooyoung I'll hit you."

"And I'd like it so who's really winning?"

He gave you his signature smirk and winked at you from the couch.

"EW. Let's go. The others already left."

The club was pretty crowded, expected for a friday night, but you weren't scared to get lost. You like to get loose. And it's not like you don't have 8 guys that are constantly keeping an eye on you.

"Don't run off on us again for the love of god."

"Seonghwa for your own sake if I stay none of yall are pulling anyone. Same applies to me."

"Why do you want to get with anyone ?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! I'm off, if you need me yell."

You made your way t the dance floor before he opened his mouth.

"BUT YOU WON'T HEAR IT!!"

"YEAH THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Since it was a 2000s night you were more than happy to have traded your comfortable apartment for the hell. It has it's perks.

You had no idea but someone was drilling holes in your head, Wooyoung was exceptionally bothered by how you left them behind.

"How can she just leave ?"

"Cause she can ?? What are you on about, chill she's not your girl."

Mingi's words were harsher than what met the eye. Sure you weren't dating but he can't lie that the though of some other guy touching you infuriated him. He kept denying his feelings and that maybe this was just him wanting to protect his friend. But Yunho smiled to himself when he saw Wooyoungs furrowed eyebrows.

"You should just tell her how you feel you know?"

"What feelings? It's just unfair we're her friends and she doesn't care."

"And you care too much for "just a friend" don't you think? Listen she can take care of herself she's always been this way, you get used t it."

Yunho tried to relax him but it just made Wooyoung get int his head. Maybe he should've stayed home. No, he couldn't possibly let you out of the house by yourself looking like that.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you had met a group of girls that were on their bacherolette party. It's like you knew them all your life, screaming all the songs, taking pictures, clinking drinks. Girlhood.

You decided to go get another drink and since no one else wanted anything you went alone. Normally this would mean getting approached by a couple of random guys trying to smooth talk you and al of them failling to do so. But unlike other times, the voice behind you was familiar.

"So. Are you having fun ?"

"Oh my god Yunho, I am those girls are so fun. Did you know that the bride and groom met through mutual friends and they actually lived together for a while before he realised he had feelings for her?? How CUTE is that??"

He couldn't help but smile due to the resemblances.

"Yeah it's really sweet. I guess you really never know when love is ready to knock at your door. But what about you, have you gone maneater on anyone?"

"I kinda don't care honestly, I'm having a good time and that's all I care about."

"That's my girl. Now be sure to behave. If you need us, we're at the booth.

He kissed your cheek before disappearing into the sea of people.

You looked at the time, 5:23am. Time to call it a night. You sayed goodbye to the group of girls that accompanied you through the night and wished them all the best. Making your way up to the booths you realised you were a lot more under the influence than you thought. You didn't really care, it's almost the end of the night and the guys are more then used to this side of yours.

Once they saw you they cheered and clapped, you bowed like a princess and smiled at their unnecessary but appreaciated "welcome back".

"How many fishes did you catch sailor?" Mingi gave you another shot he had brought upstairs.

"A THOUSAND" You yelled and chugged the green liquid. "I'm kidding 0, there's no cute guys here."

You sat down next a very pouty Wooyoung.

"What's up with you? What happened to my loud and energetic comrade?"

He gave you no answer, just his cold gaze.

"Damn are you really that upset that I didn't stick around? I thought you were used to it by now."

He got up and made his way to the balcony. There's no way he's throwing a tantrum for something so stupid, you thought to yourself. You followed his angry steps.

"Be so fucking serious Wooyoung? What the fuck?"

He turned to you and you could see there wasn't a hint of alchool in his system. This wasn't one of his drunk stunts that he pulled when he wanted a tad bit more of attention. He was actually upset.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm being so agressive, just talk to me woo, please."

"I don't like you running off on us that's all."

"That's not all Wooyoung, we've never been mad at eachother and it's not gonna start now."

You got closer to him holding his hands and caressing them. You were giving him your most sincere eyes and he couldn't believe that he was about to kiss you.

It caught you by surprise, so much so you froze in the first few seconds, not knowing if this was a dream or reality. You decide to give in nonetheless. His hands soft, like you remembered from all the times he touched your skin in times of need. Heartbreaks, cramps, tickles, you name it. He was always there for you.

Yunho sipped his drink with a victorious grin, as he watched from the inside. He looked at the rest of the guys and let out a "I told you so."

previous// //next

[annymation]

Let me first say, I’m loving your rewrite of “Wish”. It’s the most interesting one out there so far! While I adore the movie we got, I also love the original idea of a Star Romance Story, so know… conflicted feelings.

But I really like seeing and reading peoples own spin to it. And yours definitely has some fascinating twists that I really enjoy! Which is why I've been wondering about something…

What is going to be the time span of the adventure in your rewrite? How long is it going to take for the for Asha and Aster to fall In love? I don’t mean that hastily. But you know that famous line from Elsa, “You can’t marry a man you just met”… Are Asha and Aster a “3 Days Romance” like so many Disney couples, or animated couples in general? Or more like “Beauty and the Beast” where you can only guess how much time has passed?

Already looking forward to the next chapter!

The story will be like 3 days long, of course with time skips from morning time to night time.

Aster and Asha falling in love quickly is kind of a reference to Disney’s old movies, I forgot to mention but even with Aster scaring Asha at first, ya know, like those old princes did all the time back in the day

I find it so funny they all did that, scared their new crush that they JUST saw from the distance, the boys back then wasted no time.

Back when Frozen came out it was a novelty to say that you had to “know someone before marrying” in a Disney movie, but I think now kids kinda get it, so yeah let’s have some “love at first sight” couples again pleeeease, me and my boyfriend fell in love at first sight and we’ve been together for 7 months now, we exist.

Not to mention some of our favorite couples like Eric x Ariel or Rapunzel x Eugene happen quick and are well developed.

Aster already loves Asha from watching her from the sky, tho he doesn’t understand what love even is so for the longest time he assumes that’s just how any star feels about their wish makers, only as the story goes on he realizes what he’s feeling is called love… And Asha thinks Aster is cute, kind and makes her laugh, ya know, I think it’s valid that she fell for him quick, but she’s too insecure to think the feelings are mutual… Even tho Aster makes it painfully clear that the feelings are mutual as heck.

[brokelover]

tagged by miss @28reas0ns thank you wwill!!

@sheawolfmp3 @baekhyunnybyun @afaintheart @markmallow @ariestip @mainfaggot @oomfy and all my mutuals who see this pleeeease indulge me and do this tag game 🙏🏽

[words-like-water]

You're My Angel

or the one where running errands with peter makes you realize your feelings for him.

wooo! first published story. it has not been betad so if you're looking to be a mutual/beta reader pleeeease hit me up

peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 2,700

warnings: none really. angst if you squint bc unrequited love that ends up requited

i don't like using y/n so peter and the reader call each other lots of nicknames. 

nothing. nothing. nothing.

nothing in the fridge, nothing in the cabinets. no ingredients, barely any snacks. the only tangible things in my kitchen are a bottle of ketchup and multiple almost-rotten fruits. i slam the refrigerator door shut and lean against it with a sigh.

i guess next time i should stock up before a mission. living with my mom has its. we get along, and we don't get in each other's way; she's always at work and i'm always at "avenger club" as she likes to call it. however, being the only other person living here also means that if she doesn't buy groceries, it's my responsibility.

i'm contemplating using instacart for groceries when my phone rings in its spot on the counter. picking it up, a smile finds its way to my face as i see who's calling me.

"hiiii, angel!"

 peter parker's voice pours from my phone's speakers. it's music to my ears. peter and i have known each other since he joined the avengers, two years after i had. we've been inseparable since that week in haiti, saving civilians from a freak tropical storm. 

we had so much in common, from our love of legos to our protective sense for the people we care about. my friends like his friends, and vice versa. even my mom and may get along. 

we're like peanut butter and jelly, chicken and waffles, and cookies and milk. we're great on our own, but together, we just make something amazing. wait, what?

i shake the ridiculous thought from my head as i remember i'm on the phone.

"what do you want, parker?" there's a playful accusatory tone in my voice as I cross my arms like he can see me.

"whatever do you mean? i can't just call my best friend because i want to talk to her?"

i roll my eyes and say, "peter, you only call me angel when you want something." and i know i'm right. he's called me angel ever since we went on a mission where i basically saved his life. he knows it strokes my ego.

"fine, you caught me. may's at this thing with some ladies she met at the library. i'm soooo bored."

"well you're in luck," i proclaim, pushing off of the fridge and walking down the hallway. "i need to run errands, you can come with me."

i hear something like plastic rustling on his end of the phone before he groans, "ew, errands? no thanks." his words are almost incoherent around a snack of some sort.

making it into my room, i drop my phone on the bed and start to change out of my sweats. "okay, stay at home and be bored out of your mind. and when i go to delmar's later don't ask me to bring you anything." i smirk at the commotion i hear from his side as i pull on a different shirt. 

"delmar's? i'll be at your house in 10," he says loud and clear, then he hangs up. 

I shake my head while messing with my hair a bit. not that i care what i look like in front of peter, i just like to be decent anytime i leave the house.

---

true to his word, peter knocked on my door 10 minutes later. his cheeks tinted red and his hair unruly. 

"did you swing here?" i ask him, reaching up to comb through the curls until they lay somewhat flat. he leans down a bit and allows me to work, his hair like silk between my fingers. 

"yeah, the sooner we do boring grown-up stuff, the sooner we can get sandwiches." he looks at me with a gleam in his eyes that never disappears. 

i push his head away lightly as a grab my purse and keys. "you only wanna run errands with me so i'll buy you food? you're such a leech, parker." i say with fake hurt in my voice as i turn to lock the door. 

"awww. that's not true, i'd run errands with you anytime, angel." he coos, and i have to force myself to remain standing as he runs his fingertips down my spine.

i narrow my eyes at him to hide the fact that i'm wracking my brain for possible explanations of why he could have done that. there had to be something on my shirt. that gesture was pure friendliness, right? and better question, why did it make my knees feel weak as toothpicks?

"whatever, liar." i laugh a little to keep my voice steady as i brush past him towards the elevator.

as we get in, he asks me what kind of errands i need to run. first, the library to return some books, then groceries. then we can get delmar's i assure him.

the walk from my apartment building to the library isn't long, and once i return the books, we head for the grocery store. between the destinations, we talk about school, different shows, and our secret "club," but only with codenames in case anyone is listening. we people watch and play games, and every now and then i feel peter's hand brush mine. only slightly, like it was an accident, i pray it was an accident. 

we reach the grocery store, and like the gentleman he is, he grabs a basket while i look for the list in my purse. 

"okay, first things first, cereal." i declare, walking in one direction. they had recently rearranged the layout of the store, but i was confident that i knew where i needed to go. i turn to say something to peter when i realize he's walking the opposite way. 

"peter," i call for him, "where are you going?"

"...to..get..cereal?" he points out like i've just asked him the most obvious question.

"baby," i condescendingly say, "cereal's this way," i point in the direction i was originally going. 

"no, sweetheart, cereal is this way." he juts his thumb in the direction he was going.

"alright, parker." i walk closer to him. "since you think you know everything, let's make it a game."

"okay," he smirks as he crosses his arms, "i'm listening." his tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

my eyes catch on his thick arms, straining against his sweatshirt. stupid spider. and i have to rip my eyes away from the motion at his lips to continue my thoughts. what is wrong with me today?

"for every item on the list," i fight to keep my eyes on his, "we'll make a bet about which side of the store it's on. whoever loses the most has to buy dinner."

he nods along to what i'm saying, seemingly contemplating, but i can already see the mischief in his eyes. "i'll play your game, but when you lose just know i'm ordering everything delmar's makes."

"oh please, be my guest," i nod along with him, "i just hope you've got enough cash to back yourself up."

in the next second, he's in my space. barely three inches away as my breath catches in my throat. 

"so, cereal... lead the way."

---

i turn on my heels, speeding towards where i know the cereal is. he doesn't expect me to move so quickly, as he's still standing where i was a second ago. but he reacts, catching up to me slightly.

my heart is beating fast and hard, and i pray he can't hear it. i can't think for the life of me why he's acting like this. he can't like me. we're friends. that's how i know that peter is awkward. and he's shy, especially with girls that he likes. but he's not shy right now. he's being so forward. which means...

he doesn't like me, he's playing with me. this really is a game to him. he only calls me angel when he wants something.

i almost pass what i'm looking for in my scatterbrained state. "see," i motioned, "there it is, like i said." 

i grab what i need and put it in the basket, barely looking at him, though i can feel his confusion at my change in emotion. i take the list, putting my initial next to the first item, and read off the second item to him. we place our bets, and head in his direction first. it turns out to be correct, so i check off the item and write his initial. we continue this for the rest of the items, but my mind begins to wander again.

i can't believe peter would mess with me like this. playing with my feelings. feelings that i didn't even know i had. i try to think about when they could have developed, and it dawns on me. as i watch him put bread in the basket, an item i was right about, i realize why today is different. 

peter and i had never run errands together. being in such a domestic situation with someone i had come to care for so much made me realize just how much i like peter. of course, when i first met him, i thought he was attractive, but more so, i found him adorable. and he's funny, and he cares so much. and throughout the years he's done everything he can to make me happy. running errands with him made me think of the future. our future and how this could be us one day, making groceries for our apartment.

but it will never be us, because peter doesn't feel that way, and he's playing with me, and it hurts more than i can admit.

i don't hear whatever gloating statement he makes as he wins the next item, fruits and vegetables, and he notices. his face falls as he assesses what might be wrong, and i can feel my throat close at the thought of having this conversation. the universal, friendship-ending, i-like-you-why-don't-you-like-me-back conversation. i cough, clearing my face of any emotion except feigned annoyance. 

"good job. you're in the lead by one. the last item is jam, and i think it's this way, so let's go."

i don't give him a chance to say anything as i take the basket, and head in the direction i indicated. i can feel him keeping his distance, but i don't bother to look behind me. it's good that he can feel his game ending. maybe we can go back to being regular friends after this. hopefully. 

we reach the shelves filled with jellies, jams, syrups, and preserves. it's exactly where i thought it was, although a little high, and i mark my initials next to it. peter congratulates me quietly. i make no comment about how we're tied now, and i reach for it, just aching to hurry up and get out of this store and go home.

i can't reach it, not even on my tippy toes, so i step on the lowest shelf to give myself a boost. i feel my fingers graze the jar, and i almost have it when i hear peter.

"angel, you're gonna hurt yourself, just let me get it." 

and it's a good thing that his hand is hovering over my lower back, waiting for permission. because hearing him call me that name, the one that doesn't sound the same anymore, makes me falter, and with my weight of center because of the basket, i slip off the shelf. 

it's not that high off the ground, but in my distressed state, it startles me nonetheless. peter catches me, one arm on my back and one arm around my front. i'm sure he can feel my heavy breaths, my beating heart. 

he takes the basket, sets it on the ground, and i can feel it before he says it. it takes everything in me not to cry. it's not enough.

"are you okay, angel?"

next thing i know, i'm angrily wiping tears from my face and pushing him away from me. 

"stop it. stop calling me that," i say between deep breaths.

"okay. i'm sorry. i thought you liked it." he steps towards me, hands up, with an apologetic shrug.

he's right.  and that's the problem.

"i do; i do like it. but not like this, not when you don't mean it." i see his brows furrow.

"wh-what do you mean, 'i don't mean it'?" i don't realize he's so close now, and as he places his hands gently on my arms, i don't stop him.

steadying myself, i gaze at my shoes. unable to look at him as i rip my heart out to put it on my sleeve.

"you only call me angel when you want something. but today was different, and i hadn't put two and two together until just now. when you brushed my back in front of my apartment, and when you kept touching my hand on our walk, and when you got in my space when we first got here, it all drove me insane. and you keep calling me angel, but it's different, and now i know why. because you're messing with me, peter parker. and it hurts because i really, really like you, but this is just a game to you. which hurts even more because i never thought that you would do something like this."

i finish my rambling in sniffles, and i wait with bated breath for him to laugh in my face. 

"aw, baby," his hands cupping my face coax me to look at him. "do you know why i call you angel? hm?"

"because i saved your life," i sniffle and try to look back at the floor. but he holds me in place, dipping his head to keep eye contact with me.

"well yes, but also, because you're my angel. any time i hear you laugh, it makes my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest. and you're so beautiful, all the time, it's like you're glowing. but most of all, just like an angel, you make my world a better place just by being in it."

it's easier for me to breathe now. and i don't think i've ever been happier than i am in this moment. i bet i look hysterical, covered in tears, and standing on the jelly aisle. 

"if you really like me, why did you act like that, all bold and stuff?" I'm starting to calm down, "the peter parker i know is awkward when he likes a girl, always."

peter's cheeks go pink, and it's his turn to struggle to hold eye contact.

"i don't know, when i asked mr. stark what i should do about liking you, he told be to be bold because girls like that. i guess i didn't think about if that would work with you." 

his thumbs caress back and forth against my cheeks absentmindedly.

"well, it doesn't work with me," i place my hands on his wrists, my thumbs mirroring his motion. "i want awkward peter parker."

his face is slowly inching towards mine, and this time i don't mind.

"oh yeah?," his eyes flicker to my lips before returning to mine. "i promise i'll go back to being awkward, right after this."

he presses his lips gently against mine, the salt from my dried tears present between us as i kiss him back. even though we were standing in the middle of a grocery store, it was the softest, most romantic experience i've ever had. i wouldn't change a thing. as his tongue brushed against my bottom lip, i had no choice but to regard the fact that we were in public.

"okay, tiger," i pulled back, reluctantly.

the pink in his cheeks deepened drastically. 

"see," i move my hands to cup his face now, "there's my peter parker."

he turns my hand to kiss my palm, then the other. we separate long enough for him to grab the jam and place it in the basket, picking it up. then, he wraps his free arm around me and pulls me into his side.

"i know we tied, but will you still buy me dinner?", i ask as we walk towards the checkout line.

he laughs and kisses my temple, "yes angel, i'll buy you dinner."

[noblebs]

btw if we're mutuals pleeeease please add me to your WIP tag lists, send me links to your original work, send unprompted asks, etc. I'm bad at keeping up with what everyone's doing but I do want to see it!!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I'm sorry I didn't update last week. Work has been kicking my black ass. I've been going through wicked burnout lately, but I think it'll get better by the time October rolls around. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Eleven: A Shift in the Universe.

The next Monday morning you awaken for work, you finally like you’ve got some good sleep after two weeks of tossing and turning to the image of Keigo’s body haunting your dreams. 

You thought you were doing well distracting yourself from him with work, food, alcohol, and exercise. But seeing him last weekend at that restaurant when you went in for takeout shook you to your core.

You were happy to see him, yes, but you couldn’t even let yourself feel that. Especially when he was so angry that you hadn’t called. You knew it was wrong, but you just can’t look him in the eye right now. You felt guilty. Ashamed. Disgusting. 

Especially with how you felt seeing him and Sakura together. You had wanted to bolt out of the restaurant when you saw them in the restaurant through the window, laughing and holding hands, like a beautiful, loving couple. The jealousy that flared inside of you was frightening. You had no right to feel like that, especially to Keigo’s own girlfriend. You were his friend! Nothing more. You just had one night that was a complete, drunken mistake.

That still didn’t stop the low feeling you felt coming home whenever you thought of Keigo’s hand in Sakura’s. Or the memories of that night in the hotel. 

You don’t stay in bed for too long though, so the haunting visions disperse as soon as you get up to stretch and hop in the shower. When you step out smelling like the juiciest peach thanks to your Native body wash (A/N: Pleeeease buy that shit!! It’s so good!!), you feel less like shit after your last encounter with Keigo and ready for a day of work and proactivity to begin.

After dressing in a bright, sleeveless blouse that compliments your melanated skin, a black pencil skirt, and flats, you venture downstairs with your tote bag to find Rumi sitting in her silk robe at the kitchen island eating a bowl of fruit and sipping on an oat-milk iced latte. 

She turns around with her phone when she hears you, her white locks piled up on her head. “‘Morning,” she murmurs as she nibbles on a strawberry, like a little rabbit. “You look nice.”

You smile at the compliment as you skip into the kitchen. “Thanks; got a meeting at the agency today, so I wanted to look good.” Your eyes trail over to the coffee pot sitting on the stove. “Oooh, did you just make that?” you coo, already moving toward it. You could use some iced coffee this morning. 

Rumi glances up at you briefly as you walk over to the coffee pot. “Help yourself.” You smile happily, taking out a glass from the cabinet above, some ice, and your creamer from the fridge before proceeding to whip yourself up a nice glass of iced coffee. Once you’re finished, you take a slow sip, already feeling like nothing can ruin this sun-shiny day for you. 

“So when were you gonna tell me that you and Keigo fucked?” Rumi asks. 

You spit every ounce of the coffee that you sipped out of your mouth. You press a hand to your lip, wiping at it as you gape at your friend. “What?” you croak.

She stares at you, unblinkingly. “When were you gonna tell me you and Keigo had sex?” she asks again, just as blunt and brazenly as before. “And don’t lie to me either because I can tell when you do. You’re a shit liar, Y/N.” 

She places her phone down, stops eating her fruit, and fixes you with a pointed stare like a Black mother would. Heat pricks at your face and under your clothes when you realize that you’ve been caught. “I…” Words fail you for a moment. You can’t think of a way to get out of this. You sigh, your shoulders slumping defeatedly. “Who told you?” you weakly ask.

“Who do you think?” she sharply asks. “The bird brain came around wantin’ to check on you, but he didn’t count on me doin’ my late-night training.” She places a hand on her hip, leaning against the counter. “Were you really not gonna tell me?” she asks, sounding extremely hurt. “Your best friend and the best roomie ever? We tell each other everything, Y/N!” 

You shrink under your scrutinizing gaze, feeling the guilt eat you alive. The tears of shame come fast and you begin to cry, overwhelmed with guilt and disgust for your actions. “I’m so sorry, Rumi!” you sob, ruining your eye makeup. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared you’d judge me and I…I…” The sobs eat you up, bubbling out of your throat. 

Rumi shushes you, quickly moving across the kitchen to come to your aid. “Okay, okay,” she says, soothing you. Hurriedly, she grabs a Sailor Moon glass off of the drying rack and fills it with tap water before handing it to you. “First, take a breath and sip this before you have a heart attack. I’m not havin’ you die on my kitchen floor.”

Hiccuping pathetically, your wobbly hand grasps the glass and take three big gulps. “Two, you should know damn well I would’ve never judged you, babes,” she continues. “It ain’t my style; you know that.” 

You feel somewhat better knowing that, but you still feel like shit for not telling her. Or Dabi. You can’t imagine how he feels. Rumi waits until you’re done calming down and your breathing as regulated to ask her next question: “So how did it happen?” She leans against the counter, giving you a soft, compassionate look that makes you feel even worse. 

You exhale deeply, trying your best to ease your racing heart. “We just got really drunk at Clubhouse,” you sigh, hugging yourself for self-soothing. “I barely remember anything except for being in a pool with Keigo and then waking up beside him ass naked.” You groan and turn to lean your head against the cool, tiled counter.

“I’m horrible, aren’t I?” you sniffle. “Not only did I ruin my friendship, I possibly ruined Keigo’s relationship with Sakura…and then Rei already thinks I broke up with him because of Keigo.” The tears rise to the surface again, filling your eyes with water. “I’m the worst person in the world!” 

“Okay, stop,” Rumi sternly says. She pries you away from the counter and glares down at you. “First of all, you told Rei you wanted to take a break and you were feelin’ like shit anyway. Second, you made a mistake, Y/N. You just need to try and fix it.”

Fix it? The very idea fills you with anxiety. “But I don’t know how!” you frustratedly whine. “How am I gonna tell Rei that I–” 

“Forget about Rei for a second,” she cuts in, firm enough to make you button your lip. “I’m talkin’ about Keigo. You two haven’t spoken in two weeks and that’s a long time for someone like Keigo. To him, it feels like two years! You guys can’t just not speak to each other. Especially when we’re all friends.” 

You gnaw at your bottom lip guilty. While you know she’s right, you also hate that she is. “Why don’t you just call him?” she pointedly asks, raising an eyebrow at you. The very idea makes your stomach turn. “It’s not that simple, Rumi,” you sigh in frustration. “I want to, but it’s really awkward between us right now. I’m not even sure I could look at him without seeing…” 

You pause as images of Keigo’s luscious body and dick explode in your mind’s eye. “All of that,” you weakly finish, flushing in embarrassment.

Rumi nods as if she understands, but you know she doesn’t. She can’t. Nobody who is a good friend would! “Just think about it, okay?” she suggests. “Ask him out to lunch or somethin’ so you can move past this.” She places a hand on the small of your back, soothingly rubbing it up and down your spine. “You know Keigo cares about you way too much to just forget that you exist. That’s why he came over last night.” 

Though her words fill you with comfort but also know that you hurt Keigo’s feelings that night at the restaurant. What if he doesn't want to talk to you? What if you really fucked up this time? But instead of spewing your anxieties to Rumi, you just nod. 

“By the way, how was he?” she asks, grinning at you. “Did his wings get in the way?” Wordlessly, you push her hand off of you, grab your coffee, and exit the kitchen. “What?” she calls to you with a laugh. “It’s just a question!” 

************ 

You don’t call Keigo. Surprise, surprise. 

You want to! You truly do! But every time you press on his contact and see his number, you feel like you’re going to throw up. You’ve felt like this ever since you left home and clocked in for work at 9 AM.

Four hours later, after your meeting and a relatively smooth day with only a few calls and some papers to fill out and file, you still feel bad. It’s gotten to the point where you’ve been doing extra work around the office just to distract yourself, such as organizing your personal office and doing data entry meant for next week. 

Only a half an hour until lunch, you know you’re out of luck on work until later when you do day patrols from 2 PM-5:30 PM. So you decide to distract yourself by filling out your calendar for the next two weeks instead of looking at your phone. You tick off each thing you’ll have to do each day, mumbling quietly to yourself as you do: grocery shopping this Saturday; go to your cycling class on Sunday; next Tuesday– 

Your stream of consciousness is abruptly stopped by the sudden shrill ring of your work phone that sits next to your laptop and framed photo of you, Keigo, Rumi, and Dabi in high school. You sigh in relief, glad for some work to do. You pick it up and clear your throat, putting on your poised "working girl” voice. “Y/N L/N,” you greet as you usually do on your work phone. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. L/N,” Keigo says in his laid-back tone. The sound of his voice filling your ear makes you sense. “This is Keigo Takami speaking. I’m sure you’ve heard of me; everyone has. You mind puttin’ the girl who ghosted me for two weeks on the phone please?” 

You look outside of your office for a moment, trying to see if anyone is lingering outside your door. Everyone is luckily doing their own thing, not paying any mind to what is going on behind you door. You immediately let Keigo have it, gripping the arm of your plushy chair as you do. “Why are you calling my work phone?” you whisper-hiss. 

“‘Cause you’re not answering your cell phone,” Keigo replies, sounding just as irritated. “What the fuck else was I supposed to do?”

You go to argue, but you find that you have nothing. Because he's right. You haven’t been answering his calls nor his texts. At some point, he had stopped, but he’s obviously trying something different now. You feel horrible for ignoring him, but it isn’t easy to talk to him right now, especially after your mini-fight at the steakhouse.

Keigo sighs, exhaustion clear in his voice. “Look, I didn’t call to argue, okay? I wanted to ask if you were free for lunch so we could talk.” You bite your lip, silent and unsure. You know that this is what could ease the tension or fix you two, but something in you is still holding you back. May it be your fear or your pride. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry about what happened last weekend,” Keigo says, sounding absolutely gutted, "and I know things are still awkward between us, but you can’t just act like I don’t exist. We’re friends, remember? Best friends?” His words sound so similar to Rumi’s that they give you whiplash. 

You feel stupid. Guilty. Horrible. They’re both right. You can’t just go through your days and act as if what happened didn’t happen, or that you don’t want Keigo back in your life. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m free at 1,” you answer, defeated. Keigo sighs, sounding relieved. “Where’d you wanna meet? You pick the place and I’ll be there.” 

You tell him about a little bistro only three blocks up that you have no problem walking to. Keigo agrees, knowing the place due to having a meeting there once. “See you at 1 then,” he replies, a sliver of happiness in his tone.

You don’t answer. You hang up the phone and put your head in your hands, groaning to yourself. You’ve never dreaded your lunch break more, yet you also anticipate it so you can get it over with. Maybe things might even go well, though the pessimistic side of you thinks differently. 

After locking up your office and clocking out for your 30-minute lunch, you walk to the bistro in your pretty pumps and sharp work dress, feeling somewhat good about yourself. At least you look presentable. When you get to the bistro, the place is already packed with people on their lunch break or out with friends for a quick cocktail. You find Keigo almost immediately standing by a table in the outside dining area, gorgeous flowers and a bubbling fountain a few feet away from him. You push down the urge to vomit and instead walk up to him, gripping your tote bag as you do. 

When he turns to see you, something in you shifts. It happens when you get a good look at him. He looks so…different. You can’t quite put your finger on what’s changed in him…or in the way you see him, rather.

Maybe his V-neck shirt is just a little too tight on his upper torso, the cotton fabric clinging to his toned pecs and abs.

Maybe it’s his jeans, ripped at the knees and sagging a bit low on his slim hips.

Maybe it’s the way his boots look on his big feet.

Maybe it’s the way the sun glints in his blonde hair and crimson wings, making him look almost angelic.

Maybe it’s the cologne that wafts off of his skin, so sweet and tempting.

Maybe it’s the shades sitting on his golden eyes that trail over your form joyfully or the way he sexily chews his gum, his jaw popping as he does. 

Or maybe it's the way he walks straight up to you and lays a hand on the small of your back as if nothing has happened and everything is normal. But it’s not, and you know it’s not. Because now you find your best friend unbelievably attractive.

“Hey, mama,” he greets you, giving you that same dazzling smile that always puts a smile on your own face. This time, it doesn’t.

You just gap at him, becoming aware at the way your heart pounds and your pussy tightens at his closeness and the nickname. And he always gives you nicknames! Why is now so different? ‘Because you think he’s sexy, dummy!’ your conscious screams at you. 

You must have been staring at him for quite a while without saying anything because Keigo’s brows furrow in confusion above his shades. “You okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone. You snap out of it, moving to wipe your lip.

Luckily, no spit is there even though you were just salivating for him. “Y-Yeah,” you stutter, clearing your throat to compose yourself. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” 

You two don’t hug. You’re afraid that if you do touch him, you’ll spontaneously combust at the whiff of his cologne. He just smells so good! Why the fuck does he smell so good? It’s like a mixture of spicy and sweet, like cloves and Madagascar vanilla.

He doesn’t try to hug you either, sensing that you’re uncomfortable. “Uh, should we sit?” you awkwardly mutter, nodding at the chairs. He picked a good spot by the fountain with a striped umbrella above you and two wooden chairs. 

You pull your seat out and sit down, but Keigo pushes it in for you. Your body grows hot at the feeling of him so close to you, his hands on either side of your head as he pushes your chair in for you. Like a date. Like your man. “Thank you,” you softly say, but it comes out as no more than an exhale. He hums in reply and goes to sit across from you. 

You busy yourself looking at your menu, going straight for the cocktails. ‘That Cherry Blossom one sounds good,’ you think distractedly. ‘Or maybe a Lemon Drop would be better….it’s small enough and I don’t wanna be drunk…I still need to go back to work…but it’s only one drink! I’m not driving and it’ll help me loosen up…but not too much. I don’t wanna start looking at my friend like he’s a four-course meal…even though he looks like one today. Dammit, Y/N, you’re supposed to be thinking about drinks!’ 

Luckily, your waitress comes up to you and stops you from shoving a fork into your neck. She is a cute little thing with a blonde bob, long lashes, and glitter on her nails. “Good afternoon!” she chirps. “My name is Rin and I’ll be your…” She stops short when she realizes who she is serving. Her glossy, pink lips fall open in shock. “O-Oh, my God, you’re Hawks and H/N! Oh, my God, I’m such a big fan of yours!” She blushes red as she stares at Keigo adoringly. “E-Especially you, Mr. Hawks.” 

Keigo, ever the nicest guy in the city, gives her a friendly smile and a peek over his shades. “Thank you.” You swear your waitress has a heart attack right there. “Oh, my friends are never gonna believe this!” she excitedly boasts before composing herself. “U-Um, can I get you two a drink for starters?”

You go for the Cherry Blossom cocktail while Keigo sticks with an iced tea. Once she leaves, Keigo leans in, apologetic.“Sorry about that,” he whispers. "You wanna go?” 

You shake your head, barely having paid attention to the whole exchange because you were too busy trying to figure out how to start this conversation. “No, let’s just stay since we’re already here,” you say, immediately going back to browsing the lunch specials. “I’ve been out with you many times, Kei. I know how to handle adoring fans.”

Though Keigo leaves it alone, he still looks unsure and slightly bothered. After a few minutes of horrible, awkward silence, Rin returns with your drinks and writes down your lunch orders. You go for the Cobb salad special while Keigo does a fried chicken sandwich (of course) slathered in mango co-slaw and orders sweet potato fries for the table. 

Once the waitress leaves, you take a long, needed sip of your cocktail, the pink liquid and ripe cherries floating in the wine glass beckoning you forward. Strawberries, vodka, and a slight hint of lime hit your tongue immediately. “Alcohol at 1 PM?” Keigo chuckles, sipping on his tea. You snort at him poking fun at you. “Hey, with the convo we’re about to have, I need it,” you dryly reply. 

Silence dawns on you again, creating a thick wall of unsaid words and bottled-up emotions. It’s starting to piss you off. He asked you to come out here, so why isn’t he saying anything? “So you wanna start this or should we just sit in silence for the next hour?” you ask, way more sharply than you wanted.

Keigo’s eyes narrow behind his shades at your tone. “Well, if you wanna give me attitude, sure,” he shoots back. “You know me: I like it rough.” And he does. You know from experience. 

You instantly flush with shame and embarrassment at your attitude. You shouldn’t be so cross with him just because you feel awkward and you hate yourself. “I’m sorry,” you immediately apologize. “I’m just…not used to this.” You look off towards the bubbling fountain behind him, watching two kids toss pennies into it with their parents. They look so happy. So blissful. “Used to what?” Keigo asks, confused. “Y/N, it’s still me.” 

“But it’s not,” you protest with a sigh. “Keigo, what we did that night completely crosses every boundary between friends. Not to mention I’m the reason you cheated on Sakura.” You see him flinch slightly at the sound of her name. “Did you tell her?” you ask in a hushed voice, afraid someone will overhear your conversation. 

His lips tighten into a thin line and you regret asking the question. “No, I’m still workin’ on that,” he admits, sounding guilty. He takes off his shades, revealing the dark circles under his eyes. They make your stomach drop. How has he been sleeping lately?

“But right now, this is about you and me. You’re not the only one who feels like shit here, Y/N. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to see you and talk face to face, but I didn’t think you would since you never answered my calls or texts.” Now, with his glasses off, you can see the hurt in his golden eyes. You’ve hurt him deeply by avoiding him, acting like he doesn't exist. 

When Rin comes back with the fries, you don’t feel hungry anymore. You just want to crawl into a hole and die. You’re a horrible friend. “Keigo, I’m so sorry,” you say, your voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. I was scared to see you because of what happened.” Your head droops in shame, tears that well in your eyes threatening to drip down your cheeks. “This is my fault.” 

“Hey,” he says, the firmness in his voice making you look at him. His expression is stern, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t do that shit. I’m not gonna let you feel this way about yourself, especially since it’s a two-way street. We both made a mistake.”

He moves his hand toward yours, his fingers brushing your knuckles. “It’s not possible to forget it, but we can move forward from it and move past it. I’d gladly agree to that if you will. We have too much history to let this stop us.” 

Suddenly, the fog that has been clouding your days since Fathom’s wedding clears, leaving everything crystal clear. He’s absolutely right. After years of friendship, you can’t just let this one mistake ruin what you two have. It’s something special. A once-in-a-lifetime relationship. Keigo knows and loves you like no one else does, except for maybe Rumi and Dabi. You all are four peas in a pod, after all, and to separate two would be ruining the little family you’ve grown to love for so long. 

With tears in your eyes, you turn your hand over and interlace your fingers with his, not caring if anyone notices. He stares at you, shocked. “I missed you, Kei,” you softly say, emotions overflowing inside of you.

Keigo's eyes soften and a smile curls onto his handsome face as he squeezes your hand. “I missed you too, Y/N,” he replies. For a moment, you two hold each other’s gazes, forgiveness and joy in your eyes. It feels good to be like this again. Maybe even better. 

The rest of your lunch break is filled with catching up and cracking jokes with Keigo. You laugh so hard that you nearly choke. You convince Keigo to get a rum cocktail so he can drink with you, leading him to becoming giggly and way more talkative as he usually gets when he’s tipsy.

You talk about everything, from how things are going with work to the dating scene. You confess to him that after what happened with Rei, you’re taking a break from dating to focus on getting your money and your performance as a pro hero. Keigo nods, listening intently to your reasoning. “Well, if you ever decide you get lonely and want a guy in your life, just know you deserve better,” he says, giving you a wink that’s supposed to make you laugh but only makes you feel flustered. Probably from the cocktail. 

When lunch finally ends, you’re due back at work. By the time Keigo pulls up to your agency with you in his car, you have about five minutes to spare. You were originally just going to walk, but Keigo insisted he drive you. “You just drank that cocktail like it was juice, man,” he chortled. “You really think I’m gonna let you walk back to work?”

So you jumped in his Benz and he made his way to your job, blasting his music as he did so and exasperating you with his horrible singing to Jodeci. 

When he pulls up next to the front doors, you smile at him gratefully. “Thanks for driving me back to work.” Keigo shrugs passively.

“No problem, babe,” he easily says, waving it off. “Don’t need you breakin’ your bank for a Lyft or ruining these pretty shoes.” He nods down at your pumps. For some reason, you flush at the compliment and him considering your safety and finances. But isn't that what friends do? Yes, of course, it is! It’s what he’s always done! So why does it feel so different to you now? 

Keigo suddenly turns down the music so it’s a soft murmur in the background. He peers at you over his shades, suddenly making the car a lot hotter despite the AC blasting. “What are you doin’ this weekend?” he asks.

You think hard. Mostly, it’s just chores so you reply with, “No clue, why?” Keigo almost looks nervous, making you wonder what he has in mind. “Dabi is coming’ out to the bar Friday night if you wanna come and watch me die. He wants to do a fireball challenge.” 

You giggle at the idea, picturing the both of them absolutely wasted with their throats burning after one too many fireballs. But you’re already thinking against the tempting idea of coming out for Dabi, because that means you’ll have to sit with your friends as if you didn’t sleep with one of them. Though you and Keigo have made up, it will be awkward pretending to still be “the same” with each other, especially when Rumi knows what happened between you two. Plus, with Dabi being so observant, it will be impossible for him not to notice the difference in your dynamics and not ask about it.

“Shit, I can’t,” you say in fake disappointment. “I took up a shift for evening patrols that night. I’m sorry.” 

You believe you see disappointment in Keigo’s eyes, but when he blinks, it’s gone. “It’s cool,” he replies with a smile. “What’s on after the Hero’s Gala? Don’t forget, my after-party is right after the event. You’ll still be comin’ to see your ranking too, right?” 

“Uh…” That’s all you can say as your brain processes his words and attempts to think of a good answer.

“Probably not the Gala since Rei was my date,” you finally reply. “But definitely your afterparty. I wouldn’t wanna miss that for the world since it’s all you’ve been talking about for a year.”

Ever since he found out this year’s Gala would be in Musutafu, Keigo vowed to throw an afterparty in celebration of it, whether you won your awards or not. Since then, he’s been planning everything, from the music to the food to the guest list. It’s a very important event for him, so how would you look and feel if you didn’t show up? 

He smiles then, looking hopeful that you’ll show up. You advert your eyes from the painful smile to look at your agency building, remembering that yes, you have to get back to work!

“I guess I’ll get back to the grind then. See you later?” You turn back to him, offering him a small smile. He doesn’t reply and you don’t look for one. Instead, you quickly open the door and jump out with your bag. You can feel his eyes on you as you begin to walk up the steps to the agency door. 

“Y/N!” he calls. You abruptly turn, finding him staring at you from the open car window. He looks as if he wants to say something to you, but decides against it.

“Never mind,” he says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just have a good day, alright?”

You nod, giving him a wave, and enter the building. You can still feel his eyes on you even when you’re finally inside the building. 

[captainschaos]

CAPTAIN IT'S ROBIN PLEEEEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE DEATH GAME RPG YOU PUT YOUR FRIENDS THROUGH I LOVE THOSE

ROBIN ROBIN MY DEAR DEAR MUTUAL ROBIN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF PANDORAN BOX YOU'VE JUST OPENED. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE EXECUTION GAMES

The Execution Games (otherwise known as the exgames, or usually teg) is a series of death games run by yours truly, but more Specifically, is run by the hosts: Killer, Hunter, and Ripper. I'll talk more about them later because I can't ever shut up about them, but the players then include, surprise! me again, but also my dear friends :) who enjoy violence like me :) Teg was truly inspired by my obsession with last life and how badly I wanted to play with my friends, plus my inability to play minecraft at the time and my game design and digital storytelling muses, so you can see those influences. A good handful of us play characters that share names with us (helps that many of us have large hoards of names lol) and so p! is used for players, c! for contestants, the characters actually fighting in the games, and then there are also spectators (s!) who mainly watch, but also Can interact with the playing field in limited ways

As far as what the games actually look like, they go on a weekly basis, with wednesday being Execution Day (or exday), where every contestant must draw a card. The contestant who draws the ace is that week's Executioner, though there can be multiple as people lose lives and also become executioner if they draw the 2 or 3. If you're executioner, you need to kill someone by the end of next exday. Simple as that. If you don't, you become the target of the next week's executioner, and you take double damage from their attacks! :)

Now. the hosts. ohhhhhh the hosts. So the thing about teg is that it's a bit of a meta game. There's an item called your talisman that players have to carry around in real life, and if caught without it they're are consequences for their contestant, and all resources for crafting and whatnot come from photos of real life. So in this nature, the hosts are.. weird. They can talk to the players, for one thing. If we consider Killer (any prns), who was originally the sole host of the games and is their creator, well. a lot of players have talked to Killer directly, and more than once. It's a common occurrence. Killer knows the players, and knows the contestants, and knows the difference between them, because a crucial aspect of teg is this: the contestants are the manifestation of the player's desire to play. The games are violent, and deadly, and lead to heartbreak and destruction and anguish. So of course not every contestant might be happy about playing. But if the player is having a good time? sucks to suck <3 that's what it's all about

As far as the other hosts, they're all siblings, but the other two emerged after Killer. Despite this contradiction, Hunter (she/he/they/it/none) is actually the eldest, and while it doesn't do the hands-on hosting that Killer does, she is responsible for the story and lore of teg, as well as the world itself, the playing field, the arena the contestants find themselves in every games. They actually work with Killer in a sandbox to construct the new playing field between games <3 very sweet. What Isn't so sweet is the youngest bitch Ripper (he/she/they/any). This thing is a bastard. and rude. and generally awful. But Ripper's entire purpose is to be on standby in case of Killer's death, which spawned from a point in time where. uhm. some players were considering trying to kill Killer LMAO so yknow. Ripper can Only host if Killer is dead. which makes him a bit salty LOL

But all of that aside ! The point I touched on about contestants being forced to play even if they don't want to (which a lot don't LOL) is the part I think you'd enjoy as far as "forcing my friends to play death games with me ^_^" since as far as the actual players my dear wondrous friends, they ofc aren't forced to play if they don't want lol, but their contestants are held to their whims <3 and it is the job of me and Killer to keep that locked down YIPPEEEEEEEE!!! ^_^!!!

I'm now going to stop talking before this becomes four billion words LOL. but I love teg. There's actually a secret hidden tegblr that is extremely unfinished and hasn't been touched since the first exgames (we're currently on the fourth) but I've been wanting to revamp, and likely will once I'm back at college ! :D and if you want to hear more, there will certainly be more about it there <3 and also if anyone wants to talk more about teg more it is not hard to get me to talk about it. clearly ASDFLJSABDF. it's been my passion project for a couple years now and I love it dearly <3 so yeah. I love putting my friends through my deathgame rpg ^_^

[sunnylucy31]

7, 10, and 22 for the writing asks pleeeease!

7. Your favorite ao3 tag.

Now this is just cruel, forcing me to pick one? Theres so many good ones. Hmm. Well, judging by both the things I read and write, it probably has to be the classic, “mutual pining.” Honorable mention goes out to “Content Warning: Ianthe Tridentarius.” Always makes me chuckle when I see it.

10. Top three favorite fic tropes.

Again, how the hell can I pick just three?

Well, my shipping preferences speak for themselves here. I absolutely adore “childhood friends to lovers” (Pricefield) and “enemies to lovers” (Griddlehark). Just something so good about two people who have known each other for so long that they know the other person inside and out, for or better or worse lol.

And for a third: bedsharing. Even when there’s no smut. Especially if there’s soft cuddles and whispered confessions.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

I think it’s the notion of like. “These two will find each other in so many universes, some of which haven’t yet been written.” Seeing them with fresh tropes and new writing styles is always a treat too. It’s like trying your favorite kind of ice cream with a new topping!

Thank you for the ask, Allie!!

[iobartach]

guidelines

hello there! 👋

Mun is 30+ years old / irish / GMT+0 timezone; call me nix! I track the #iobartach tag

i work a full-time job, soooo real life will take priority over tumblr'ing at all times. hence, it will mean that thread replies will be slow. like, a few weeks slow, so sorry in advance about that!

this blog will feature my own take on miguel o'hara, and is inspired by both the across the spider-verse film and the 2099 comics! i also draw influence from the usual scifi / dystopian things; bladerunner, cyberpunk 2076, altered carbon to name a few, so if there's anything you'd like to know or clarify, feel free to reach out!

i would also like it to be known that my version of miguel is not here to be either an instant ship or a punching bag. i understand the appeal and the temptation, and that, particularly in the across the spider-verse movie, he's coded as the antagonist, but please don't assume he's here for automatic smut, or to be hated on or humiliated by your characters! thank you!

mun has no triggers; is open to rping just about anything but smut!

shipping? ehhhhhhhh we’ll seeee :’) i'm kinda the type to ease into that stuff, if at all. friendships tho? enemies? 👀 sign me uppp for such plots!

not mutually exclusive! And aye, i'm all for following and interacting with other miguels out there!

given the nature of this muse (read; freaky half-spider lad), themes of body horror and experimentation will crop up from time to time, but i try my best to put such darker stuff under read mores & attach 'tw'/trigger tags on it

i absolutely adore crossovers of all types! i would be delighted to throw miguel at you!

will rp with canons & oc’s!

asks! memes! the whole lot! i absolutely adore writing up things based on them! most of the time i tend to answer asks in their own posts, as i make the assumption that folks may want to continue them in a thread, so feel free to reblog anything i've answered that i've tagged you in, if you'd like to keep on going!

same goes for sending in memes; absolutely feel free to browse through my meme prompts tag and send in anything you like! the memes i reblog don't have 'expiry' times, so if you see some prompt you are tempted to use, go for it!

and ditto if you would ever like to randomly interact; i loooove receiving just random asks with a bit of context to them <3

where possible ... pleeeease reblog memes and art / musings / etc posts from the source? it's beginning to get rather frustrating when i see people i haven't even said two words to yet just yoink a post off me 😅

lastly, i get it that sometimes things just don't work out between muns and muses, and that's okay!!! life happens! i'm completely fine with it, won't even hold it against ya. but, if at all possible, can i invite you to approach me with why you're blocking me first, instead of just doing it out of the blue? i'm aware there can be valid reasons, but i am here and willing to listen. cheers :')

and if you're in the business of repeatedly softblocking, feel free to just block me instead. i won't make a habit of chasing after folks like that, or have my time be wasted, without any explanation(s) provided. thank you. 👍

We're here for a good time Not a long time (not a long time) So have a good time The sun can't shine every day

[culminate-moved]

also i feel like a creep sometimes like idk i see everyone as my friends i dont wanna seem like i'm obsessing over someone . PLEEEEASE DONT THINK IM WEIRD I JUST SEE YOU AS A FRIEND THE MOMENT WE BECOME MUTUALS

[voidmin]

mutuals pleeeease tag me in tag games/chains

everytime I see that someone participated in a reblog game and didn't @ me, I physically can't do it because I'm scared they don't want ME to do it.

ofc if you don't that fine but PLEASE, I'm scared yall fucmin despise me

[the-feral-one]

@ogre-n-partner

"Kieran does seem to be a bit off, he didn't always act so weird. Carmine says its "Teen Angst", whatever that means, I think it's something more."

Poni shakes her head

"Whatever it is I'm sure he'll get through it. He's stronger than he gives himself credit for."

Poni turns to the other with a smile

"The feelings mutual! It'd be nice to have people I can hang out with often!"

--

Ogerpon jumped a little and clapped.

Ogerpon: "Yaaay! And when Papa Oki comes back from the doctor's, he'll be happy to be friends with you too!"

She then refocused on a previous topic.

Ogerpon: "Can I see your masks? I wanna see how many you have! Pleeeease?"

[kirk-goes-to-gallifrey]

people you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by @boringpandas like 2 weeks ago but I forgot but I just found the post among my likes so I'm doing it lol (thanks tagging me <3)

List 3 ships you like: spirk, the mothership, TenRose (I am not creative)

First ship ever: obidala I guess??? I remember watching clone wars at 12 or smth (the movie; the show didn't exist yet) and thinking padmé and obi-wan should kiss kiss on the lips lips

Last song you heard: ookamiotoko to tsukiusagi by 0.1gnogosan

Last film you watched: I watched the pro recording of Waitress The Musical yesterday, does it count as a film?

Favorite childhood book: His Dark Materials trilogy

Currently reading: just finished the one I was reading a couple of hours ago so I'm in between books rn

Currently watching: rupaul's drag race (S16), miracle workers (s04), as we see it

Currently consuming: water 💧💧💧💧💧

Currently craving: some goddamn peace of mind pleeeease

Tagging: anyone who's seeing this and wants to play too (we don't have to be mutuals)