It’s almost midnight, and Jason still hasn’t come home. Every time there’s a thud outside, you glance toward the window, hoping it’s him—only to find a stray cat or Gotham’s sewers acting up again.
Your eyes drift to your phone on the table, searching for a notification, a missed call, anything. Nothing. Jason’s location has been off for an hour, and it makes your chest tighten. Crime in Gotham always spikes as winter creeps closer—people don’t like committing crimes in the freezing cold, but somehow Gotham finds a way.
You just hope Jason is alright—safe, sound, and not dead again.
You pace around his apartment for twenty minutes, frowning, arms crossed, fingers digging into your sides as if holding yourself together. The room feels cold and hollow without Jason’s warmth to wrap around you, and you hate it. Today is your birthday. He promised he’d be here tonight. He swore it with his arms around you before patrol, whispering that he wouldn’t forget.
You didn’t ask for much. Not a party, not fancy gifts. Just his presence—him.
A sigh slips out, sharp and exasperated. You rake your fingers through your hair and collapse onto the bed, curling beneath the blanket. One tear slips free, then another, until you’re muffling soft sobs into the pillow. Jason’s an idiot—always late, always forgetting moments that matter. But no matter how much you want to be angry, your heart won’t let you.
It’s past ten now. Still no sign of him.
Until—arms slide around your waist, strong and trembling. The air fills with the musky scent of worn leather, faint smoke, and the lingering edge of Gotham’s alleys. Jason.
“Happy birthday, my girl.” His voice is husky, breaking.
Your quiet sobs unravel into a full breakdown, wailing as Jason cradles you from behind. His hands shake as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t forget, I swear. Things got fucked up out there—I couldn’t get back to you in time. I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please.”
“N-no…” you choke out.
The blood drains from his face. His grip falters, then tightens as he turns you to face him. He cups your wet cheeks, eyes wide and terrified. “You don’t forgive me, baby? What—what should I do? Tell me. Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll get on my knees if I have to.” His voice cracks, trembling on the edge of tears.
God, this man. Jason Todd—tough on the streets, undone by the thought of disappointing you. That’s why you can’t stay mad.
A shaky laugh tumbles out between sobs. You cradle his face, brushing your thumbs across his damp cheeks. “Of course not, you idiot. I mean… no, it’s fine. I understand. Winter’s coming—you know how it is.”
He breaks, sobbing against your neck, his voice muffled. “God, I’m such a jerk. Can’t even celebrate my girl’s birthday when you’ve done nothing but be the best thing in my life.”
You chuckle softly, stroking his back. “Hey, come on now. I said it’s fine, didn’t I? That’s all you need to know.” You pull his face from your neck, meeting his glossy blue eyes. You smile through tears. “So… did you at least get me a present?”
Jason exhales, still pouty, nodding. “Yeah. I got you everything that reminds me of you.”
Your chest melts. “That’s sweet, honey. Can I see it? I don’t want to waste my birthday with a crybaby.”
He sniffles, pecking your lips before reaching for a massive bag by the bed. You blink. “Uh… hon? That’s a big bag.”
He smirks faintly, arms tightening around your waist as he sets it in front of you. “Told you—I bought everything that reminds me of you. I’d punch myself if I didn’t.”
You scramble to open it. Inside is… everything.
A romance novel you once glanced at during a bookstore date. Flowers—bright, colorful, alive. “They brought color into my darkness,” Jason murmurs. “Like you.”
Your eyes sting again.
You dig deeper—pulling out a frog keychain. You laugh, dangling it in his face. “I don’t remember mentioning frogs.”
“You did. Once. You said you were like Princess Tiana—waiting for your prince.” He pouts, tightening his grip.
“That was before we started dating, right?”
“Okay?”
“God. You’re such a romantic man.” You giggle, kissing him.
“Lucky me, then,” he whispers against your lips, “to have a romantic woman in my world.”
You keep pulling things out— a hoodie that smells like him, because he always finds you curled up in oversized clothes. A handmade ceramic plate, painted with little frogs. You snort, pinching his cheeks. Handwritten notes. A teddy bear suspiciously resembling him. A sketchbook full of doodles—snapshots of your face, captured when he thought you weren’t looking.
And finally—a necklace. A moon-shaped pendant.
Your breath hitches. You remember his words, ‘the moon always looks like it’s trying to copy you.’
Tears blur your vision as you look up at him. Jason’s eyes are already on you, raw and soft in the dim light. Neither of you says anything at first. You don’t need to.
“I love you. So much. More than anything in the world.” he whispers, voice breaking like he’s afraid you won’t believe him.
You cup his face, smiling through the tears. “I love you too, Jason.”
It’s simple, and perfect.
The night ends not with candles or cake, but with you in Jason’s arms, gifts scattered across the bed, your heart so full it aches. For you, this is everything.
((oh yeah the brainrot has hit HARD!!! IM IN LOVE!!! please send me asks / requests about miguel o’hara i might just melt ...))
gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara
comfort, fluff. a needy miguel who is just a big kitty.
warnings: mention of wounds, very little blood. taking care of him after a night of insomnia. use of spanish pet names, yet a translator helped me because my spanish isn’t the best. lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 3027
A sigh escapes your lips as you shakily grasp the cup of water along your bedside table. You weren't one to have intense insomnia, yet the anxiety bubbling within your gut served as a painful reminder that you haven't been blessed with a moment of shuteye.
Was it something you had forgotten? You ran through a mental checklist that consisted of taking after Miguel's late nights, and not a single chore was unfinished.
Leftovers for dinner could be found neatly packed away in the place he always checks in the fridge, so there was no need for your love returning from work hungry and tired. Today's laundry was already fluffed and ironed, which will make it easier to begin the upcoming morning. Miguel mentioned off-handedly to you how an important board meeting at his lab had been stressing him out, so you couldn't help but surprise him when he got back home even if it was just prepared outfits.
You leaned back against your pillow before rolling towards Miguel's side of your queen sized bed. You felt so jumpy, your hands itching to do anything. Nights like these you craved Miguel's presence tenfold, as he would be snuggled right in your arms, smoothing the stress out from the tips of your fingers through a careful massage. You could remember the sleepy rambles he'd murmur into the air over the ambience of the television, "Pasar tiempo contigo, brillante. Encantador. Mi pequeño amor. Could bask in your presence always, mi conejito." Miguel would whisper into your ears with a cute sleepiness, peppering your jaw with his lips. It's almost as if he was right beside you, brushing his thumb against your skin as he held your hands.
Thinking so fondly of your boyfriend's habits soothed the anxiety of your insomnia as you tried to remind yourself that he always stays safe and remembers you love him. Once coming home for the first time from work, he can't help but smother you in kisses and silly pet names, showering you in soft reminders of how much love and affection he has for you. And then the second time of the night, he'd do the same thing under different circumstances. It had happened the night before, and it'll happen again.
Miguel, soft groans escaping his bruised lips, would come through the balcony of your shared apartment that stored your little collection of flowers and greenery, slip through the door you always made sure to crack, and wake you up in the dead of the night to be bandaged and treated by your caring touch with hushed pleas. Whispering sweet things, neediness in every touch. "I missed you, cariño. Been waiting to see your pretty face all day, can I kiss you? P-please, let me kiss you."
And so you did, resting your fingers on his shoulders and slowly trailing up until they cupped his bloodied face by the jaw. Then, you'd painstakingly kiss him until his blood would mix with spit, his fangs desperately wanting to sink into your tongue.
Getting so caught up in your little dream, the blaring of a shrill beeping car down below your apartment startled you. Interrupting the glass upon your lips, it spilled onto your nightgown with a gasp.
"Fuck.." you mumbled to yourself, missing your boyfriend more than ever. Changing in a rush, you pulled over one of his flimsy lounge shirts over your head to bask in his smell as a reminder of his presence.
Nueva York was a city that didn't sleep, as the chatter of passersby rang through busy traffic. Bars down below thrived under the limelight, people not in their right mind hid in the shadows of skyscrapers.
You wondered what Miguel could be doing right now. Scouting the vibrant lights as his claws dug into the beam of a building? Knocking someone senseless under the conditions of justice? Saving a civilian as they fall from great heights?
Wondering made you sick, the anxiety bubbling in your stomach as if you were the one downing margaritas and cocktails in a scummy bar down below. You needed to distract yourself. So you did anything an adult on a late night would do.
So when you finally came to your senses, you slapped a flour dusted hand over your mouth and groaned.
Apron tied to your waist, hair in a loose bun– nothing too serious, in fact you appreciated how this style still kept your androgynous but still staying practical. Wisps of hair straying from the hold would cloud your vision every now and then, which you'd have to blow out of the way subconsciously while preparing the whipped frosting. The TV, distantly able to still be heard from the living room, echoed quietly through the apartment with an ambience that lulled you to a calm. It was the news, you couldn't help yourself due to late night paranoia, but your hands were busy and your attention was snatched away from your beloved creation.
You've truly outdone yourself this time, you decide as you watch the oven in front of you with an exhausted gaze and a yawn. The kitchen was messy with egg residue and splashes of water and vinegar oil, the clock on the microwave read "2:49" in the morning. It was a kind of chaos you normally wouldn't find yourself to, as Miguel loved a schedule, a routine. It wasn't as if he didn't want you to have your fun, far from that, he simply just loved doing whatever was eventful with you. And you couldn't help but find baking amusing as you observed the small cakes in the shaped pans inflate as time went on.
You found yourself in the middle of your small apartment kitchen floor, sleepily peering into the oven until that sleepiness shifted into fully dozing off. It couldn't be helped, crashing so hard after pulling off a mission to pump out more than a dozen cupcakes, half chocolate batter and the rest strawberry flavoring. Thankfully, you were able to stay awake long enough to take the cakes out to cool, but as soon as the oven made the beep to turn off– the couch was the closest thing to fall into a needed rest.
It's hard to know how long you had exactly fallen asleep for, yet the frantic arms encompassing your form must have been any kind of indicator. It was a startle to wake from, as your mouth couldn't keep quiet before your brain began working.
"Eeugh! I- God Miguel, you scared me so badly–" You heaved into his shoulder as he practically slumped on top of you, whispering his usual panicky tangents he'd spew after returning from his late nights.
"Lo siento, lo siento mucho." Miguel buried his face into your neck, nose pushing against your pulse. "Would never purposely scare you, mi lucero del alba. But not seeing you in bed, that made me feel… not like myself." Miguel confessed with a shaky breath and a pause, breathing in the floury smell and just you, swearing a purr erupted from his throat. "Would have fallen on the floor of our apartment if you weren't here, in my arms. "Te necesito más que al propio aire, baby."
A subtle smile peeked through his tone despite the desperation, the longing in his touch. His forearms pushed against your back ever so slightly, reminding himself that you're here. That you're safe. His hands met your sides, thumbs circling in a soothing motion. You knew it calmed him down to trace shapes within your skin, but you wouldn't be lying if you said you loved the burn of his touch when he isn't even truly doing anything on purpose. It was as if the warmth of his finger tips ignited into flames, searing his touch into you. You'll never be able to forget each circle, heart, or even a very rare star traced into your skin, accompanying every freckle or birthmark you have. Every part of you is adored, loved, cherished.
"I'm going to be here, waiting for you. No matter where you are or where I have to be."
"I hope so." Miguel hummed, "If anything happens to you," His claws found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore to bed that night, trailing your sides like handing a delicate doll. "Tengo miedo de lo que pueda hacerles. For you I'd do anything."
His body didn't feel suffocating to be lying beneath, as he cradled the both of you to be meeting halfway. It was heartwarming, being clung to like a teddy bear by a man who's trying to hold up an entire city with his own two hands.
You realized his suit was only partially off, head uncovered as well as part of his chest– the suit clung to his waist like a lifeline. Needing to see his soft little smile that he held so selfishly against your neck, you led his face to be held over yours. A soft whine escaped his lips, missing the warmth your neck provided, but a quick hush quieted himself easily.
"Don't act like a sad puppy, my love." You whispered into his lips, breath fanning an old cut just underneath. Inspecting the damage, Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as you smoothed over the stress lines between his eyebrows. Not too rough today, expect a few cuts and bruises. So in your terms and conditions, today may even be considered a great day. "Aww, look at you. You did so well today, didn't you?" Awarding him with a kiss, Miguel melted into you like a weighted blanket.
Both hands cupping his jaw, you held him there for a long while, relishing in the moments of peace and quiet with him. Peppering quick, feathery kisses over his lips and gliding over cheekbones and freckles upon the nose, kissing the stress line you smoothed out, before doing the routine all over again. You strayed, always did– couldn't resist his alluring features and soft pleas to continue kissing him.
Miguel isn't always so docile. Some nights he'd storm into your bedroom in a trance of pent-up frustration and stress with bruising kisses and bites that took home amongst hidden skin. But most nights, he could be handled like putty. It was an adorable sight to see, as his fangs peeked through his plush lips from the tension going slack in his jaw.
Your lips finally met his for the first time that night, yet it wasn't heated or filled with ulterior motives. Miguel's mouth met yours, and he lazily tasted every inch of your mouth, grazing his fangs against your tongue by accident. He needed to know every inch of you, and remind himself a hundred times over.
"Miggy.." you mumbled between his kisses, and happiness dripped from your voice as he barely let out a "mm?" Separating for just a moment, he decided to simply nuzzle your hand as a substitute.
"Let me run you a bath."
This sparked his attention, a quirk of the eyebrow and a stare of disbelief. "Eh?" Miguel chuckled stiffly, his nuzzles coming to an abrupt end. "¿Qué piensas de mí, un niño pequeño? I'm no toddler." By his response, he hasn't heard such things in ages. But as you slipped away from underneath his grasp, you padded towards your shared bathroom without a word. He was the one to bicker, but once the plan was in motion Miguel couldn't help but abide with a light begrudge in his step.
"The little cakes can wait, honey. Don't try to use those as an argument to get out of this." Your words would come out as a scold to anyone else, but as you turned to start the water it was clear you simply just cared. Too much for your own good. "Let me just do this for you, I missed you today." You admitted.
"It's too late for this still, cariño." He groaned with a tint of guilt as you started helping him undress. "I'll just shower, go on. Vete a dormir." Yet he did not swat away your advancements to prepare a towel, nor even the drop of bubble bath mix in the water. Miguel looked at you like a deer in headlights, mouth agape as you did so.
"I added the bubble bath formula only because you told me to sleep." You said deadpan, grabbing the suit that's fallen to the floor to hang it on the rack. Miguel's expressions contorted to annoyed, then shocked, to just downright amused of your antics that always had him guessing. He cackled as you kept yourself busy, until you finally signaled to get in.
It was as if you tried to get a cat in the water, as he stared at the mountain of bubbles that rivalled the skies. "I'm not getting in. I can't lose the rest of my dignity." This time, his tone was solid– nothing sounded as if it could get through to him. But you could read your boyfriend like a book, solve him like a puzzle in a matter of seconds.
"Miggy, my love. My other half. My everything." You cooed, dropping to your knees to poke at the bubbles. "You don't get in this forsaken bathtub with just the right warmth and the bubbles I made with my own blood, sweat and tears, you will sleep on the couch until I give you explicit permission to lay with me." His scarlet eyes glowed with genuine fear in his eyes. "And then, you will just lie with me. You would not be able to hold my hands or waist or twirl your finger around my hair– you will be in timeout. No bed, no holding–"
A splash interrupted your words, wetting your legs as his size struggled to stay in the tub. His arm hung out of the side as his feet kicked up on the tile walls, and he looked as flustered as ever. "No me lo puedo creer." Miguel blew at the bubbles that settled on his face. "I'm no dog who needs a bath, cariño."
Shaking your head at his rare childish antics, you leaned over the tub to kiss the bubbles upon his nose. It was a sweet, domestic little moment between the two of you.
Small little scars littered his form as you glided a soft wash cloth over the grime of the city that washed off onto him. When the fabric slid over a sensitive muscle or wound, he'd hiss a curse and a "be gentle with me, love." You only responded with a lick into his mouth, which earned you a bite to your lips. "I'm not trying to hurt you, just wanna take care of you, my angel." You whispered into the bubbles, shuffling your knees the closest you can to the tub without falling into it– and massaged the tension in his shoulders.
This elicited a groan to rip through the bathroom walls, a low rumble that he couldn't contain to himself following. Miguel was like a domesticated tiger, all bark and bite yet the rare moments of silly tenderness peeking through his rough exterior. "Ah, that feels–" Miguel hisses again in pleasure, his brain short circuiting under your graze. ".. increíble. Tú eres mi medicina."
His forearm hanging off the side of the tub twisted to bring his grasp to your face, locking the both of you into a heated kiss, one that stored the unspoken words of lonely nights as Miguel's shifts grew longer and more tiresome. "Missed you, baby. I need you, need you always with me. Wouldn't know what to do without you, I'd go crazy." He rambled as one of your soap filled hands snaked into his hair, to lather his curls and simultaneously scratch where he loves.
It was an endearing sight whenever Miguel openly expressed his adoration of you, both his thoughts and worries.
"I love you more, Miguel." You giggled as his nose scrunched together at the abrupt sensation of water cascading over his head, the bubbles falling from the softness of his hair and down the ridges of his jaw and nose.
Silence comfortably enveloped the two of you as you rinsed him off, scattering kisses on his skin whenever he mumbled declarations of affection.
As you wrapped his curls in a soft, small towel, his sleepy grumble of a question caught your attention. "What about your little sweets, mi amor? Do you need me to help you finish them?"
Laughing, you shook your head only to shush him softly. "No, no baby. Let's just do it together tomorrow once you get some rest." Leading him to stand, you began draining the tub.
Miguel didn't argue with the idea of that, purring softly as he imagined the two of you frosting little delicacies– something incredibly cozy and lovely. He loved that about you, the way you reminded him about his own humanity, the little hanging reminder that he needs his own time to help to heal and thrive.
"All done, baby." You slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest with a sigh. The towel hung around his waist was as soft as the fleece of a sheep, lulling you into the serene sleepiness your body craved to have. "How was your bubble bath?" The words tumbled from your lips as Miguel led the both of you to your shared bed, tucking you into the bundle of blankets scattering about.
Before long, he slid into the opposite side with his own sigh of relief. Your hands grabbed at his now clothed chest, peeking at his exhausted, but content expression staring right back at your own. "Perfect, mi conejito." Miguel whispered with honesty, bringing you closer than ever as his breath fanned the crook of your neck.
Sleep began to take you as the strong scent of bubblegum flooded your senses, the slightly damp curls of Miguel tickling your neck and cheek. He intertwined his soul with yours, purring with a calm he could only achieve with you.
"Cupcakes tomorrow?" You murmured into his shoulder, soft and sleepy.
"Cupcakes tomorrow, cariño." A kiss to your neck. "Dulces sueños, goodnight."
This man has my heart is a vice grip but look how happy he is😍😍
Forever In Your Eyes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
concept: I am touched by your compassion, the fire in your eyes, and the beat of your heart.
word count: 1k
warnings: pure poetic fluff, soft kisses, slightly o-ral (r receiving), Bucky being the cutest lover, nickname= Doll
a/n: Wishing the sweetest of souls a very happy birthday. @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, thank you for being the mostly lovely and loving person you are.
lovely betas: @s-tarksintern and @writing-for-marvel
Masterlist
The kind of love that comes only once in a lifetime is what you are to me
There was a soft puff of air coming from your mouth as the sheets were tangled around your body. He admired your serene expression, your eyelids were closed, your lashes brushing your cheeks. He watched in awe as the gentle breeze of your breath stirred the air around him, mesmerizing him with your peaceful demeanor.
His heart filled with admiration and joy as he looked upon you, and he knew that everything was going to be alright.
To him you are a symbol of the newfound tranquility that engulfs him, a reminder of the beauty of surrendering to the moment.
Bucky felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast expanse of an ocean sunset. The colors of the sky were breathtaking, and the delicate breeze was like a soothing hug. He was captivated by the peace that seemed to flow through his veins and he wanted to be enveloped in its embrace forever. He wanted to take a moment to savor the beauty of it all, to etch it into his memory forever.
Bucky captured your hand in his and lifted it to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss across the back of your hand. It was like a letter sealed with wax; a gesture of commitment and love that would last a lifetime.
You and him.
His touch was electric and sent waves of pleasure through your veins as his lips moved softly and tenderly against your skin. You felt your heart flutter as his touch ignited a fire within you. Blinking once, twice, and three times, you saw him. It was as though you were in a dream, a whirlwind of emotions that left you dizzy and in love. This feeling was unlike any other, and you cannot describe it in words.
Your lips curled into a yawn. 'Watching me sleep again, huh?' your smile flashed across your lips.
'You are too beautiful to look away from,' Bucky said, his eyes shining with admiration.
'That's sweet,' you said softly, leaning into his touch and feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He ran his thumb across your mouth, a gentle reminder of the admiration he felt for you in that moment. He leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that spoke of all his love for you.
He pulled away slightly to whisper "I love you" before capturing your lips in another passionate embrace. His hands find their way around your waist, gently holding you close as he deepens the kiss, conveying his unwavering love for you.
As he encircled his arms around your body, he whispered in your ear that he would always be there for you, that he would do anything for you to smile.
There is a need for you.
I am touched by your compassion, the fire in your eyes, and the beat of your heart.
In that moment, he wanted to show you how much he loves and needs you, and that he never wants to be apart from you. He wants to grow old with you, and he plans to take care of you for the rest of his life.
As he lifted the hem of his shirt from you, his hand moved between your bodies. His thumb brushed over the tender skin of your body, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. His fingers moved in flawless harmony as he explored your curves, each touch more tantalizing than the last. Bucky's breath came in shorter gasps, and his desire to keep exploring was clear.
It was as if our hearts had recognized each other from afar, drawing us together.
You gazed at him eagerly as he crouched low on the mattress, gently pulling apart your thighs. The connection between you two was undeniable; the intensity and passion palpable in the air. His hands moved with assurance and finesse, caressing and exploring the curves of your body. You felt your heart swell with joy and love as you melted into the sheets, trusting in his tender embrace.
The moment was like a beautiful painting, with each brush stroke of his fingers painting an exquisite picture of love and affection on your body.
You arched up slightly as his fingers tucked into your panties waistband.
His attention was drawn to the melodic quality of your voice, so he ripped down your panties. He licked, sucked and nibbled on your inner thighs before finally making his way to your most sensitive parts.
His strong, deep voice echoed in the room "I'm going to give you a many birthday orgasms, Doll. Hold onto my hair and don't forget to scream my name." he whispered.
Your breath mimicked his movements as he pressed his kisses on your pussy. He felt a rush of pleasure as your moans vibrated against his lips and his fingers moved in time with your words. His heart raced as he sensed the heat between your bodies and the intensity of your desire. He felt a deep connection to you as he explored your curves and tasted your sweetness.
Your words sent electric shocks through his body and your moans drove him wild with longing.
He was captivated by your beauty and eager to give you pleasure.
A deep breath of fresh air, a warm embrace of love is what it feels like
⚚ This story had been in my Draft for a while, I wasn't sure if I should post it or not. But here ya go. It a LONG reading!⚚ 🚩 cws: cursing, yelling, gore, suggestive, slightly, proofread but don't count me on that. Enjoy! Miguel O'Hara x Special Spider-Women. This is a y/n story hopefully by the end it's well written. There is Spanish in this story. Plz enjoy and I hope you all liked it.
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There was a terrible humming in your ears. Your head felt literally as though it were submerged in water due to your swelling and impaired eyesight. It was hardly audible and distorted like a damaged radio. A voice yelled out, "/n." Then even another and yet another "y/-". Your name must have been called out by several individuals. Y/N! reverberated in your thoughts as your conscience faded in and out. "Get moving right NOW!"
However, for us to get here, we must first go back a few hours. The weather had been miserable for a few days already, so it was not your week. You had very little chance of escaping without taking a direct hit from a bucket of liquid sky bullets. Less deadly rain was falling, and it was turning into a lovely, soft drizzle. Your little sister kept pleading, "Please, can we go play? I'll behave. " delivering her best puppy eyes. Despite being aware of what she was doing, you fell for it.
Putting your phone down and sighing, you turned to face her. She had been begging to play outdoors in the rain for the last ten minutes. As much as Jay was annoying you, he also enjoyed rainy days. "plz y/n. It would be exciting. " Jay talked to you from the left. You ruddered your templé and muttered, "Didn't I tell you to quit coming up in front of Liz?" "No lo regañes!"Liz commanded. You'll never understand how your 5-year-old sister didn't run away from the symbiote. Really, kids are odd.
Jay had unexpectedly entered your life. You got your ass beat while fighting a bad guy, yet you still won. You had been a spider woman for nine years, and every battle taught you something new. One of these lessons from six years ago was to never, I repeat, never, fight in the presence of a crazed old guy! The senile old guy was restrained by the time the struggle was over. Glass was all throughout the place, with liquid green and other multicolored pieces on the ground. You created a terrible mess, slightly horrified that if your mother had seen this if it had been your room, you would get an ass whooping. however, it was not your mess. When you reach out to shoot your web, a quick, sharp pain struck you in the back.
You spun around to confront whoever did this but couldn't find anyone. You concluded it was back discomfort, went home, had a shower, and went to bed because the old guy was still chained up, and the room was empty. waking up the following morning to a slimy-looking monster in black and crimson, staring you in the face. That being was now giving me a puppy-dog expression. "Esta bien!" while raising your hands. "You win. Get ready." < fine> After 20 minutes, everyone was prepared and ready to leave.
Grading your keys and phone, you left the apartment turning around to lock the door. Liz was standing next to you in her favorite raincoat. It was clear with cats sprinted on the design. Yours, on the other hand, was a hooded cyberpunk long cape raincoat in black and white. The second you both were outside, Liz started to jump into the puddles. She was having fun while I was taking a video of her to show Mom later.
Speaking of Mom, she was calling me. Asking me how our play date was going. " va bien, ma. Se está portando bien." < everything's good, ma. She's behaving well> You turned around to see she was still playing. "Si, mami. La Quiero adiós."< Yes, Mom. Love you, bye.> You ended the call and turned around to see some sort of portal take your sister. You dropped your phone and jumped right into the portal. Jay is grading your phone on the way down. Landing in an empty hallway, no little sister in sight. Spidy sense going absolutely crazy, Jay growling as he spoke, "Smells like more of you, think their nice?" You scoffed a little," you bite, so we're good, " you told him.
After walking for what felt like forever. Finally you saw the light of a bigger space, you saw a sea of spider people. You looked at them wide-eyed and mouth agap, and they stopped what they were doing to stare right back at you. "Uhh, hi." You smiled, fans slight poking out. Jay manifested on your shoulder, looking at them. Before anyone could move to get you, you had glitched right out of there.
In the meanwhile, with Liz:
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"Ow, ow eso duele." < Ow, ow that hurts.> Liz rubbed her behind and murmured." Where are we, Hermana?" < Sister> She turned to look, but she couldn't find her big sister. Standing up, she set out on a quest to find an adult and ask them for assistance. While moving, She checked each open door to see whether anyone was around. She approached a door, knocked a few times, and waited for it to open. The door was opened by a huge, extremely tall man who was glaring aggressively from side to side. Still staring at him, she timidly said, "Hola, hi, can you help me." Children do think grownups are tall.
He noticed a young child with an umbrella and raincoat as he looked down. He questioned what a child was doing here. He asked, "What's your name, Niña?" < kid> "My family and friends call me Liz, but my name is Eliza." She gave him a smiling face. "What's your name, mister?" Liz questioned. He said, squeezing the bridge of his nose as he anticipated getting a headache, "Miguel O'Hara." He saw the little girl enter the room and was shocked that she didn't immediately start touching everything. He sensed her staring a hole through the back of his head after five minutes. He gave her a raised eyebrow and silently prompted her to continue.
"Your suit looks like sis, but hers is cooler," she said playing with her umbrella from where she had taken a seat. Miguel froze, his mouth slightly wide as he stared at her. He said, "What does your sister's suit look like?" Liz smiles as she starts to explain, her eyes glinting. She wears a black mask with a crimson inside. She wears a hood that is black on the outside and crimson inside with a white lining. Oh, her mask only covers her eyes, not her entire face. she wears a stylish cyberpunk jacket that hides her mouth. It has a glitchy spider with a heart for a head, and it is black with a crimson lining. Also, her pants have several pockets with zippers in black and red. black Snickers with a bottom color of crimson. She grinned while panting, I helped her design it. "
The child responded with a shake of the head in the negative when a holographic woman asked her, "Did you even breathe?." He thought to himself, "Can kids talk so much without breathing." But thanks to her eager and thorough explanation, he now knew where on earth she was from. Although it sounded like earth-xxx, he still had to determine how she entered his world. Lyla and Liz were having fun. the lady abruptly appeared in front of Miguel. A spider person wearing a cyberpunk raincoat with a symbiote had entered the mess hall, they glitched just as soon as they appeared and disappeared.
Liz jumped up onto her feet and excitedly spoke, "That y/n my big sis. Vino por mí." < She came to get me.> Now Miguel had another problem on his hand you! Liz ran towards the door in front of him before he could take another step. She stumbled and nearly fell face-first to the ground, forcing Miguel to grab her hand. It was amusing to observe Miguel clutching the hand of an adorable kid who was carrying an umbrella while wearing a raincoat with a cat print. She was a smiling woman with a stylish motorcycle jacket and yellow spectacles, staring down at the small child. The little child hid behind Miguel's leg when she knelt down to talk to the child. As he knelt down next to the girl, Miguel sighed and said quietly, "This is Jess; Ella's una buena persona." < She's a nice person.> He gently persuaded the small kid to shake Jess' hand. The little girl reluctantly shook Jess's hand after looking at Miguel and then at her. Eliza introduced herself before hesitantly moving to Miguel's chest and said, "Hello, my name is Eliza." When Miguel stood up, he was holding Liz in his arm to prevent her from falling and accepting that she wasn't going to let go of his neck.
They encountered several floating passageways while Miguel was narrating to Jess how Liz and her sister Y/n had arrived in this reality. Liz started gushing to Jess about how amazing you were and how she wanted to grow up to be just like her big sister. " But I don't like it when she calls me at weird hours of the night to open the window." Liz sighed. The kids' concerns were teased by Jess, and Liz said, "But, they make it up. I always get some snacks from Jay. " "Who is Jay?" Jess questioned after pausing for a few moments. The young girl hesitated, seemingly recalling something. "Oh, Jay is my sister's symbiote; I should have told you about him. But don't worry, they won't bite. As soon as she finished speaking, Miguel and Jess' spidey senses activated. "Oh, but we bite alright," said a lady in a voice that sounded like it was coming from a doll's voice box.
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" Oh, but we do bite alright," we spoke. Jay wondered who these guys were and why they had his small human friend, and he was on high alert. The huge man in particular felt odd. He smelled like a spider, but he couldn't determine what was in the mix. You questioned, "Who are you?" "Tiny human, are you okay?" said Jay as he suddenly appeared on your shoulder. He reserved a hum from Liz in response. Liz called out from above them, "Am okay, these kind people saved me." As you leaped up to meet them and your sister, you exhaled a breath of relief.
"This is Miguel O'Hara and Jess." You acknowledged Liz's introduction by nodding and telling both. As you took Liz from the tall man named Miguel and said, "Hello, I'm Y/n these ones' big sister, and this is Jay. You had to admit that he had fantastic looks, but that wasn't the goal.
You realized it was 2:30 when you looked at your phone and realized you needed to get home before Mom got home. It means your search for your sister had taken an hour and thirty minutes. Due to traffic, she didn't arrive home until 6 or 7. You were ready to start talking when you heard someone else's stomach gurgling. Liz looked at you shyly and said, "Oops, am hungry." Jay also added his voice, saying, "I agree with the tiny human." You rolled your eyes and chuckled a little. "We have a mess hall; feel free to eat there," replied Jess.
When you arrived, it was the same area you had initially entered when seeking Liz. Jess and Miguel had led the way. but soon after arriving, Miguel went off to his office. Jess advised you not to take it personally since it was simply the way Miguel behaved. You all approached the counter and placed orders. "Please give me 20 chicken nuggets and a large plate of fries," Liz asked. You said, "I'll have a plate of (favorite food) and some lasagna, please." "And I'll have a grape soda and (favorite drink), please," Jay stated. Following the completion and settlement of all orders, Jess took you to a table with a large group of people. Liz carried her food, you carried yours, and Jay held the beverages.
they all waved at Jess and at you once you had fully arrived at their table. They moved over to make some space for you both. You thanked them before taking a seat and placing your plates down. Jess announced that she had to go " enjoy the food, take care." With that, she left the mess hall. " am Hobie, nice to meet you mate." Said the man with a guitar and cool punk style. " am Miles, and this is Gwen," the young man introduced himself and the girl beside him. " And am Pavitr Prabhakar." The last one of the group was introduced. Liz let out a Squeal, " Am Eliza, you're all so cool. Special you Hobie." She commented.
Everyone was eating when a sudden purring sound could be heard. Except for Y/n and Liz, everyone froze. Miles, who was glancing about, questioned, "What was that?" “Oh, that was just Jay, I guess.” Liz moved her plate to you and stated, "Am done," as you continued to eat. When Liz stated that black and crimson liquid came out of your raincoat, you said, "Jay can have the rest. "Don't mind if I do," Jay suggested getting a few chicken nuggets. “That's Jay's sister's symbiote; he enjoys nuggets. Because of that, he purred.” While the other guests at the table were fixated on the new friend, Hobie was the first to say, "That's cool." He stated while gesturing to Jay. Jay commented, "I know”.
"Jay, at least drink something. You're giving me a stomachache," you said as Jay continued to eat endlessly. He was hesitant and downed the grape soda after you reprimanded him. When you sipped your (favorite beverage). Of course, you were eating for two, so when you finished your meal, you felt content. Liz was having fun as Hobie was showing her how to play the guitar and looking at the stickers. When you're having fun, time does fly, as you discovered when you checked your phone at 4 p.m.
You stated, "Can we be taken to Miguel's office, I think it's time for us to go," as you cleaned your plate and disposed of it with the other dirty dishes. Hobie took hold of Liz's hand while the rest of the gang led the route and sometimes talked. Once everyone had come into the room, an older man holding a young child with red hair greeted them. Miles sprang up and said, "Oh, hey Peter," while waving a hand. Gwen exclaimed as she removed her from Peter's head, "Mayday, stop pulling his hair."
Miguel continued to work while staring at the several screens in front of him without turning around. When Liz saw him, she raced and clutched his leg, asking, "Can we go home now?" At last, Miguel turned his head away from what he was doing to look at Liz. True to her claims, a portal opened just a few meters away from Liz when Lyla said, "A portal should be ready in a few seconds." Liz tightly hugged Miguel's leg before releasing her grip and waving goodbye to everyone. A clawed hand grabbed her and pulled her into the portal just as it started to crash before she could scream.
" ELIZA!" You hurried to the portal while yelling in terror only to have it close in your face. You spun around in horror only to see the look on everyone else's face. save for Miguel, who had a contorted expression of rage and fear? Liz was gone, what were you to do? And you have no idea where she may be; is she alright? Is she injured? She had to be located. Miguel continued to type, and eventually, it looked like he had solved the issue since a perfectly shaped portal suddenly appeared next to you. "You should return to your universe. We'll find your sister," Miguel remarked. You headed over to him because you were enraged. Having been recently told to leave your sister by him? Was he crazy? You lowered him to your level by grading his jaw, "Miguel Look. at. me. I came here for Liz and am not leaving without her." You informed him while looking him in the eyes, then released your hold on his face. Jay was experiencing the same level of anxiety as you were by silently pacing back and forth in your head.
Everyone saw the encounter as it took place. To their amazement, Miguel merely let out a sigh and hit a button. They had anticipated Miguel to lash out at you for scolding him for even ordering him. "Your sister was unintentionally sent to this Earth." Your legs quickly carried you there when a gateway popped up next to him. "Thank you," you said to him before briskly moving through it. With the exception of where the city and the forest appeared to meet, it appeared to be your earth. Your spidey sense went off behind you; it was beautiful, but Liz was more crucial. Miguel and the other spider people appeared as you turned to face them.
You puzzledly turned to face them. You didn't expect to see them, so you questioned, "What are you doing here?" "I think that the little lad is cool," Hobie remarked. " We're friends, and friends support one another," Miles and Gwen nodded in agreement as Pavitr Prabhakar made his statement. You turned to face Miguel as he assuredly nodded and continued, "We'll find your sister." You spoke out, "Jay, you know what to do," and maintained a forward gaze. With that, a dark, red liquid began to seep out of your body and completely cover you. You were now dressed in a completely black suit with red eyelining. "Ah, it's wonderful to have control every so often," Jay remarked. He began to smell the air, searching for any traces of Liz. In times of need, having a fairly keen sense of smell was helpful. Once he spotted her, he started to leap. Jay said, "Try not to get left behind you, slowpokes." Jay came to a rest on top of an abandoned factory whose windows were all smashed after swinging from building to building. Jay squats and scans the ground below him. A big Lizard was tying up an unconscious Liz, which they could see.
Miguel was explaining his strategy to safely rescue Liz when Jay rose up and hissed, "Blood." " What did you say?" Miguel questioned. "He made her bleed, and I'm going to kill him," Jay stated before thudding to the floor with a loud THUMP. Miguel merely looked down at Jay before diving down as well. "Huh?" said the man, turning around to face Jay. "You're not Spiderman," said the Lizardman. when he watched more people plunge from the roof. "Give me back the tiny human," Jay commanded. Jay charged towards the Lizarded, punching him in the face before being struck by a Tail. Miles shocked him, while Gwen, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Hobie fired their webs to keep him in place, and Miguel punched the Lizardman in the face. While they were doing this, Jay hurried up to Liz, who appeared to be in good condition, save for a scrape on her left knee. Jay relinquishes the majority of power to Y/n. As you scooped up your sister, you sighed a sigh of relief. As you were doing so, someone yelled your name, "Y/n watch out!" You felt as if your back had been crushed by a sack of boulders, knocking the wind out of you, even though you were still clutching Liz firmly.
There was a terrible humming in your ears. Your head felt literally as though it were submerged in water due to your swelling and impaired eyesight. It was hardly audible and distorted like a damaged radio. A voice yelled out, "/n." Then even another and yet another "y/-". Your name must have been called out by several individuals. Y/N! reverberated in your thoughts as your conscience faded in and out. "Get moving right NOW!" With that, your eyes shot open. The fight was still going on, and you had to keep Liz safe. standing up and wobbling from side to side a little, after a few seconds with the help of Jay's help, you managed to stand up straight. looking to your side, you saw a large pail of (favorite color) web safely covering Liz.
taking a deep breath, you looked at the battle head-on. When you saw there was an opening, you mustered all the strength that you could and ran to the Lizardman. punching him in the face and blasting him throw the wall, leaving him unconscious. " Ah, eso duele como una puta," < Ah, that hurts like a bitch> you remarked while clutching your hand. The trip back to the Spider Society was probably a blur to you because Jay led the entire time. Liz had awoken after having her knee treated; how she had so much enthusiasm, you I'll never know. Your injuries weren't too serious; Jay had healed most of them. Miguel gazed down at Liz with a small smile on his face. " Si sonreíes así más a menudo, no me importaría llevarte a casa conmigo." < if you would smile like that more often, I wouldn't mind taking you home with me.> You gave Miguel a sly grin. Liz said, "Uu, ella está tratando de seducirlo." < Uu, she's trying to seduce him > Laughing her little head off.
Lyla announced that the portal to your world was complete. You had Liz picked up and were ready to head home. Liz murmured something into your ear as the portal opened, and you smiled. "Can you come here, Miguel?" Liz said, inviting him over. The man raised an eyebrow but nevertheless approached her. "Come a little closer," she whispered, causing Miguel to stoop to your height. Liz grinned as you kissed him on the cheek, "Tengo un nuevo tío." < I have a new uncle.>You grinned even wider as you noticed Miguel's cheeks get slightly pinker by the second. " Ay, Que lindo. Bye everyone, see ya next time." < How cute.> You mentioned entering the portal. As the portal finally closed, Liz yelled, "Bye-bye, everyone."
Miguel was rendered speechless as his mind absorbed what had just occurred. Muffled snorting and laughing jolted him out of his stupor, and he spun around, glaring angrily at the perpetrators. "You hear me, not a single word of this to anyone," he warned. "Get out, all of you," Miguel yelled. Hobie said, "I wasn't even here." He headed to the door, followed by the rest of the gang.
It was still softly raining when you exited the portal. It was a nice and much-needed melody. You entered your apartment and opened the door. Liz leaped out of your arms and raced to her room to change into her pajamas and take a bath. You did the same once she was showered and clothed. After a while, the jingling of keys drew your attention. " Ya llegué." <am home> yelled a lady from the front door. " Hola ma, como te fue?" < Hi, Mom. How did it go?> You asked. " Me fue bien, les traje Pizza. Se divirtieron?" < It was fine. I brought you some pizza. Did you have fun?> she asked. " Si, verdad Liz?" < Yes, right, Liz?> Looking at your sister, you said. She leaped and shouted si <Yes> as she held her pizza dish." Eso es bueno, me voy a baña." <That's good, am going to take a bath.> she replied as she exited the room.
"We should do it again!" Liz stated. "The next time you fall, throw a portal," you said with a smile. Make a note of Miguel's phone number." You made a joke poking her nose. She glanced at you and smiled, saying, "On it." You couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing. You both had a long day, Jay was out cold. It was interesting. You couldn't wait till your next visit to the spider society. But it would have to wait till you got some much-needed rest after such a long day.
Swaggersouls with a S/O who became viral because of an ARG
Swaggersouls with a S/O who became viral because of an ARG (female!Reader)
Genre: Fluff with a hint of fake gore
Requested by anon
Proofread: No
Music: Drowning in your feeling with Jschlatt playlist by Chocolatte and Dispair
Warnings: Descriptions of violence (ARG stuff), smoking,
Summary: Headcanons + bits of story about Swagger finding out you did an ARG
Author's note: This is such a good idea. I applaud you anon for coming up with this.
-Mod Kenma
You met Swagger at vidcon while hanging out with your friend Wilbur
You and Wilbur met because your ARGs were running at the same time
Wilbur met up with Phil and you just followed them around
Some people asked for some pics and autographs (which you did)
When Phil went to the panels, you followed and ended up meeting Misfits
It was a little bit of a shock to you because you're still relatively new to the content creator space but you soon felt comfortable
You talked to Toby and Swagger the most
After vidcon, you kept in contact with Misfits
You and Swagger slowly became close during this time, talking almost daily and being in his streams (one way or another)
You were even invited on his SMP
Your role in the SMP wasn't anything big but you enjoyed it nonetheless
He asked you out when he traveled to visit you
When you two got together, you were working on a combined ARG with Wilbur and a few other people
Swagger never questioned when you asked him to drive you into the middle of nowhere with a camera
Or when you came back after a video project covered in fake blood
You two were doing a media share stream with face cam on when Swagger found out
Someone donated a clip from the new ARG
A masked man was on top of you, pinning your arms. You were covered in dirt and blood, screaming your lungs out. The masked man cocked his head to the side and used his free hand to caress your face. A small whimper left your bleeding lips and your eyes were tightly closed. You continued to squirm. The camera was laying on its side, as someone had thrown it just from arms reach. A person in all back came from the shadows with a baseball bat. They swung it at the masked man and the clip ended.
Swagger looked at you, eyes wide. You could tell his mouth was wide open in shock. "What the fuck was that?!" He said. You laughed and looked at chat. Everyone was just as shocked as he was. "I can't disclose any information about that." Your answer made him upset. "What why not." He whined, pulling your chair closer to him so he could wrap his arms around you. "It's one of my biggest projects to date. I can talk about another project I did though." You took control of the pc and typed in the title of the ARG channel you made years ago.
When you showed it to him he was surprised
Swagger did suddenly feel bad because you're always supporting his projects but he wasn't doing the same
You explained your original ARG, the twists and turns, how you came up with the idea, and how you owe r/ARG big time because the users over there are the reason you got such a big following
The rest of the stream was still media shares but secretly, Swagger was planning a stream that was just going to be for your first ARG
When the next ARG stream came around, Swagger was prepared
You were out of the country for 2 months to get as much filming done with the group for the ARG
So, Swagger saw this as an opportunity to learn everything he could about your first ARG and join the game with your new ARG
Swagger watched the videos with intensity. He had a blank notebook out, writing down everything that seemed like a clue. Even though your first ARG was solved, Swagger still wanted to have all the information at hand. Once he had finished binging your ARG (it was so hard for him to sit through the scenes where your faceless character was crying, throwing up, having breakdowns), he watched the Film Theory videos about your ARG. He was surprised at the things MatPat pointed out and wrote them down. His chat was also giving him pointers, things that he missed.
You didn't know Swagger was doing these things
You were busy with the new ARG, streaming, and just other projects with friends
So when you finally got around to spending some quality time with him, he pulled out his notebook with your old ARG info he had collected
You watched as he excitedly explained things to you, one hand with a blunt and the other on your thigh
It was very flattering that Swagger was so invested in your old ARG
He even dove headfirst in your new ARG
He joined the communities and wasn't afraid to try to learn new skills to crack the codes
No matter what you do with your ARG, Swagger will support you and try to help solve them with your fans
Your quirk allows you to move things around by focusing your attention on it, including yourself.
Drawbacks: You get migraines from using your quirk too long, also causing bleeding from your ears and nose. This worries your boyfriend quite a bit.
You are a shy person when you first meet someone, but once you warm up to someone, you like to talk and open up a bit more.
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-Third Person POV-
Bakugou's eyes flutter open, glaring at the sunlight peaking through the curtains in his dorm room. It's a Saturday, meaning he doesn't have to be up for school, but that also means he wants to sleep in a little bit more. He movs to close the small gap in the curtains but feels a weight on his chest, keeping him from sitting up. He glances down and sees his beautiful boyfriend, Y/N, snuggling his face into his chest.
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth at the sight of him, (h/l) (h/c) disheveled and covering his eyes a bit, mouth open slightly with soft snore leaving it. Y/N's (pale/pink), (soft/rough) lips moved slightly as he breathed, occasionally letting out a quiet "hmm".
Bakugou sighs quietly and very gently lifts his boyfriend off of him, moving off the bed to close the curtains. Almost immediately after his body leaves the bed, Y/N's (soft/hoarse) morning voice could be heard in the form of a whine, wanting the warmth that was just so rudely taken from him. Bakugou chuckles quietly to himself and seals the curtains shut, then climbs back into bed, small arms immediately wrapping around his midsection and pulling him closer.
A (e/c) eye opens very slowly and looks up at the blond male who disturbed his sleep moments ago. "What were you doing?" Y/N whispers, his morning voice peaking through the soft sound.
"I was closing the curtains all the way so we didn't have to deal with the sun," Bakugou replies quietly, still trying hard not to disturb the boy any further than he already had.
Y/N just hums softly before letting out a soft yawn and moves to sit up in the bed to stretch, before being pulled back into his larger boyfriend's chest with a soft yelp of surprise. Bakugou laughs softly as he wraps his arms around the smaller's waist and kisses his nose very softly.
"How did you sleep?" he asks very quietly, rubbing their noses together gently, knowing how much Y/N loves it. The smaller male smiles and does the same, giggling a bit. "I slept very well, but I always do when I'm with you," he smiles even brighter.
Bakugou pulls back a bit to admire the features of his boyfriend's face, memorizing them again and again. Y/N just looks back, unconsciously glancing down at Bakugou's lips, then gives them a small peck. Bakugou smiles in surprise and pulls him in for a slightly longer but just as sweet kiss.
He gently strokes the (soft/rough) (s/t) exposed patch of skin on Y/N's shoulder where the shirt is sliding off because of how big it is on him. He sits up all the way and pulls Y/N's head into his lap, then starts to immediately starts playing with the smaller male's (h/c) locks.
Y/N is slightly confused by his boyfriend's actions slightly, usually he isn't this affectionate, even when they are alone. He decides to voice his thoughts and only earns a quiet hum from Bakugou.
After a moment of silence, Bakugou speaks again. "I'm just enjoying the little things."
~Timeskip~
-Bakugou's POV-
Once we officially get up for the day, everyone else in the dorms is already up. I gently take Y/N's hand in mine as we make our way to the elevator to head down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. His feet shuffle slowly on the floor as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes. Once we're in the elevator, I press the button for the bottom floor and release Y/N's hand. This makes him frown a bit but he doesn't say anything, as he knows that I don't want the others to know that we are together yet. I know he wants to tell everyone but I'm not ready, I haven't even told anyone that I'm gay. The only people who know are Aizawa-sensei and my and Y/N's parents. Aizawa only knows because he caught us sleeping in Y/N's room a couple of weeks ago, earning us both detention for not telling him because he had checked rooms on one of his night patrols of the hallways. When he didn't find me, he was frantic and started flinging doors open all over, scaring some students. When he found me and Y/N snuggling, I begged him not to tell anyone and he agreed, only stating that I needed to be more responsible.
I frowned at the memory, hating how he had found out.
Y/N seems to notice my slight anger, moving to touch my arm to comfort me, only for me to jerk out of his reach as the elevator opens. I swiftly step out and walk towards the kitchen, leaving Y/N in the elevator.
Once I get my breakfast and sit at the table, I look up, only to notice that my small boyfriend was nowhere in sight. I frown but try no to let it bother me, eating my food quietly.
After about 20 minutes, the elevator dings and Y/N steps out dressed in his school training uniform. I watch him as he walks by and his (e/c) orbs catch mine for a moment before darkening and looking away again. He strides right past the kitchen and out the door of the dorms, walking in the direction of the school. I watch him go, confused, then see Midoriya, also dressed in his training uniform as well, rush past and catch up to Y/N. I just barely have time to see Y/N turn to smile at the broccoli boy before the door closes.
I feel anger boil up in me. What is that damn Deku doing with my Y/N? Y/N only ever sparred with me, unless we were at school and got partnered up with other people. I angrily stand up and throw away my trash rather aggressively, gaining a few stares from the others in the common room.
I spend the rest of the day in my room, half-expecting Y/N to walk in. The longer he doesn't, though, the angrier I get. I must've fell asleep at some point because I wake up the next day and once again, the sun is peaking through the curtain. I groan and throw the covers off and get up. Y/N didn't come to my room last night, meaning he was still angry. All because I wouldn't let him touch me?? That doesn't make sense, he knows I don't want people knowing yet. Sure, It's been a few months, but that doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with him in private. He just doesn't understand. I shake my head and remove him from my mind. If he is going to hold onto this grudge, then I will too.
~Timeskip~
It's been a whole week since Y/N has spoken to me, and I am getting very impatient. We all arrive in the classroom on that next Monday and Y/N completely ignores me. He strides to his desk next to Deku and immediately starts talking to him about training with him again. I feel my anger worsen and I can't help but lash out.
"Oi, dumbasses! Shut the fuck up, you're too loud!" I yell. I turn around, ignoring the eyes burning into my back, knowing who they belong to. I hear Deku go back to talking to him and just as I'm about to yell again, Aizawa-sensei tells us homeroom is over and that we need to change into our training uniform to train.
Immediately after he finishes speaking, I feel a presence shove past me as I try to stand, only to get knocked back into my seat. I look at Y/N in shock, the anger and hurt still very apparent in his eyes as he glares back at me. He grabs his uniform and leaves before anyone else has a chance to catch up.
Once everyone is outside, Aizawa partners us up to start sparring, saying we can use our quirks as long as we don't hurt each other too much.
Of course, my luck is this bad. I get Y/N.
Once we dispersed enough to begin, Y/N immediately lunges at me and knocks me to the ground. Even with my reflexes, he is able to knock me down. Explosions blast out of my palms and they throw him backwards, but he catches himself with his quirk, floating off the ground a few inches. Then I hear him do something I've never heard him do before.
He growls.
It's low, almost imperceptible, but I catch it and it sends a shiver down my spine. He doesn't get this angry, even when Kaminari picks on him for his size. That's when I know this is going to be an all out fight.
He lunges at me again, this time slower because of the use of his quirk so I have time to react and blast him back again. I'm hesitant, though, because I don't want to hurt him, even though he seems very intent on hurting me.
"Don't hold back, because I'm not," he yells at me. I shift uncomfortably under his very angry gaze, wishing I could see the calm, playful glare that usually accompanies our sparring matches.
He lunges at me again and again, occasionally activating his quirk to dodge my blasts. I land a few hits on him as he does on me. I can tell he's getting tired based on how his attacks are slowing, but they are just as strong and painful if I'm not careful.
That's when I see the blood starting to come out of his left ear. A drawback of his quirk, he's been using it too much on me. In my moment of hesitation, he lunges again, this time hitting me square in my jaw so hard I start to see black spots. As I regain my senses, I see him in front of me, his other ear bleeding now as well. No one else seems to have noticed yet, so I give him a half apologetic, half concerned look.
I see him also blinking rapidly, meaning the beginning of a migraine has started to set in. I bit my lip hard, fighting myself to keep from running to him and holding him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear until his head stops hurting.
I can't do that. We are still sparring, I'll hold him later and hopefully he'll have forgiven me by then.
I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't see him move towards me quickly and I feel the impact of his foot in my gut, but instead of falling onto the ground behind me, I feel myself get lifted off the ground and higher into the air. He's using his quirk on me, and he's going to drop me. He's really trying to hurt me, like I hurt him.
Then I'm falling, and I use my explosions to keep myself from landing too hard on the ground. I look over at him, only to see him on the ground, passed out from the pain and the blood loss from his ears and his now heavily-bleeding nose. My mind goes blank as I rush towards him and pull him into my arms, being as gentle as I can in this state. I hear myself yelling for Aizawa-sensei, getting his attention from across the field. His eyes widen as he and the rest of the class stop what they're doing to come see what's going on.
"What happened?!" He yelled as he approached us on the ground. I didn't respond as I held Y/N close, just stroking his (h/l) (h/c) hair and whispering to him. Kirishima is the one who spoke up.
"It looks like he overused his quirk and passed out," he states quietly.
Y/N's unfocused eyes open and stare up at me from my lap. I sigh in relief and cup his face in my hands like I do when he's in pain. Without thinking, I lean down and press my lips softly against his and hold them there. I hear quiet gasps and several "I knew it!" from my classmates. As I pull away, I realized that I just came out to my whole class and kissed my not-so-secret boyfriend in front of them. But instead of embarrassment or anger, I feel relieved, happy even.
Y/N's eyes are more focused now but I know he still isn't fully aware of what's going on right now, so I just continue to stroke his hair and whisper softly to him. He reaches up and lightly plays with a few strands of my hair, slowly moving his hand down to my eyes, then to my eyes, nose, and then to my mouth where he began to trace my lips with his thumb.
"What are you doing, dumbass?" I jokingly ask him. But when he answers he is serious and I know he is remember the morning we stopped talking. Then he smiles and pulls my nose to his, rubbing them together softly.
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One punch after the other every punch felt stronger than the other you were practicing for a boxing match which will happen the day after Kise basketball match you were going up against a boxer who has won 3 years in a row you were a little scared, but you were going against him and you were going to win.
-Time Skip-
It was time to box. You were in the waiting room, waiting for your name to be called you were pacing around the room slightly feel scared a little more then 3 days ago. There was so many thoughts in your head where was Kise he was meant to be here he was meant to help calm you down sure you have your moments where you are tough but you really needed Kise at the moment.
The door slammed opened.
"Sorry, I'm late practice was held back" Kise said sweaty and panting.
"Kise!" You said running towards him.
"Hi, baby you doing okay?" Kise said hugging you.
"I'm scared" you said looking up at him.
"You'll be fine"
"NEXT WE HAVE Y/N" The announcer said
"Come on let's do this thing" Kise said smiling at him.
You started to walk out after talking to Kise you felt a little better.
-TIME SKIP-
You were badly beaten up but you kept getting back up you wanted to win this but with every hit your vision kept getting darker in darker if you couldn't win this your career is over and you knew this but you didn't expect this punches to be so hard as your vision kept getting darker and darker you were getting more flashbacks about how hard you trained and how hard you worked to be in this position what is Kise going to think would you think you're pathetic could you even face him if you lose this knowing that you have trained for so long.
With every punch it was getting more painful you didn't know how long you can hold on for but with one last hit you knew it was over.
as the three-year champion now four has won this with this punch everything went dark but the last thing you saw was Kise running towards you with his disguise falling off of his face it looked like he was yelling but's subconsciousness got to you, you couldn't hear anything, but you could feel one thing a single tear fell down your cheek knowing your career is now over.
-Another Time Skip-
As you woke up with a groan you put your hand to cover your eyes and shield it from the bright light.
"Y/N... Baby Are you okay?" Kise said face with worry.
"Where... Where am I?" You said wanting to sit up.
"No don't sit up stay down you're at home, I tried to take you to the hospital, but you kept refusing. I did my best to patch you up" Kise said face calm but eyes full of worry.
Everything came running back the flashback of how you lost and how Kise it's going to feel about it.
"I'm sorry I was trying to impress you I wanted you to be proud of me I wanted to be as good as you even though I'm not photogenic or a model I still wanted you to be proud of me" You said tears running down your face. "I'm sor---"
You were cut off with a kiss which turned into a heated make out.
"I love you" Kise said kissing you once again.
His hips meeting yours with a groan
You felt happy you wanted to stay with Kise the Joker yet competitive guy who you knew would be a guy you would love forever.
