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seiyasabi · 2 years

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Bimbo Bitch

Y’all about to hate me for this one (つω`｡) I blame @kikyan , she helped me with this idea lmao

(Here’s a Yandere Junpei x Bimbo Fem Reader :P I love Junpei, and tbh, I’d be too blind to see him being a weirdo lmao.

TW: Sex is consensual!!!, Junpei is possessive of you, vague mentions of violence (not towards reader!), you’re lowkey kinda a simp for him but it’s ok bc he’s constantly simping for u, voyeurism!!, he fucks you in front of somebody unknowingly!, creampie!, nipple play!, you have nipple piercings!, !talks ab breeding!, daddy kink!, he just loves u sm, talks ab marrying you!, doesn’t go w original story plot!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!! I’m sorry if this is OOC! )

“Junpei, Junpei! Look! I made us a picnic basket!” Your darling boyfriend turns from his conversation with his college buddies, giving you a bright smile.

Your boyfriend has changed a lot since high school- he’s a lot more talkative, he works out, he practices self care (more like you force him into a chair and wash his face), etc.. He’s come out of his shell, and he’s on his way to becoming a prosthetic designer- both for movies and those who lost limbs/have deformities.

When you run up to him, you give him a juicy kiss on the lips. You wore his favourite lipgloss, along with a pretty new outfit that you just bought. Your pastel yellow crop top barely covers your perfect tits, the new plaid pastel yellow and pink tennis skirt just barely covers your ass, and your new pastel yellow stilettos make your legs look really good. His friends, even after all this time, can’t believe that he scored a perfect 10 like you.

The black haired man wraps an arm around your waist, peering down at the picnic basket you’re so proudly displaying. It’s a light brown wicker basket, which is practically half the size of you, “It looks great, pretty girl! Here, I’ll hold it for you,” He takes it from your hands, realising that you lugged an 80 pound basket across campus. You give him a smooch on the cheek, leaning into his warm side, looking only at him.

“Thank you, Juni!” You give him another kiss,”During class today, Sofia said that the apple orchard is allowing picnics! Isn’t that great? You haven’t been outside since exams started, so-”

He gives you a kiss on the lips, effectively shutting you up. Junpei’s heart feels so warm, you always care so deeply about him, and he’s so happy that you love him as much as he loves you, “That’s wonderful, precious,” He rubs your waist with his fingers, massaging the soft flesh, as he turns back to his friends, “I’m sorry, guys, but I’m a little caught up today. Maybe we can go to the arcade on a different day.”

They all grumble in response, but they aren’t angry. They understand that if soulmates really exist, then the two of you must be destined for one another.

“Yeah, yeah, the two of you can go simp over each other,” Hisahi jokes, making your boyfriend and his other friends laugh.

“It’s lowkey gross how perfect the two of you are for each other,” Suzuki scoffs, as you grin brightly.

“Thank you!” They laugh at your response, before your lovely boyfriend drags you towards the orchard.

Junpei lays out the blanket that you packed in the basket, as you traipse along the rows of trees. He gazes at you with a lovesick expression, as he pulls out your pretty packaged food items. You tried to make cute little panda bear rice balls, but they ended up turning out like black and white blobs. The same goes with the strawberries- you tried to cut them into hearts, but they came out as misshapen red lumps. Just the fact that you tried to make him a yummy lunch makes a blush appear on his face. You’re absolutely perfect for him.

You come rushing back with a large honey crisp, cheering happily, “Juni, look! This one is huge!” You plop on your knees on the blanket, before sitting criss-cross, effectively showing him your pastel pink panties, as you hold it up for him to see. Without warning, he lifts you onto his lap, making sure that his set up of your food didn’t knock over. He settles you on his lap, arms wrapped around your waist, as you continue to hold up the apple, but giggle happily. You kiss all over his face, as he removes one hand from your waist to smooth your skirt back onto your wonderful ass. He doesn’t want just anybody seeing his precious girl like that. If they did, he may have to blind them, because not just anyone can see a goddess in her natural state.

“That’s a very nice apple, pretty girl. How about we wait to pick apples until after we eat what you made for us, okay? Wouldn’t want you breaking a heel,” He grabs a nearby container, opening it up to expose dumplings you’d made. They’re not perfect, but they smell delicious. He holds the container with the arm that’s still around your waist, whilst he picks up a pair of reusable chopstick with his free hand. Using the utensil, he grabs a dumpling, before bringing it to your lips. You happily take a bite, allowing him to finish the piece he just served you.

“Is it good, Juni? I found a new recipe that I wanted to try!” Once he finishes his bite, he grins, giving you a smooch on the lips.

“Yes, precious, they’re great! Let’s make them together next time, okay?” He grabs another one, bringing it up to your mouth, allowing you to eat happily.

Junpei continues to feed you and then himself until all of the food is gone. Now with a full tummy, your darling boyfriend allows you to get up, his hand rubbing your food baby happily. His precious girl should never go hungry.

“Let’s go, let’s go! I wanna get a lot of apples, Juni!” He chuckles, allowing you to drag him off to the area where you can get a bin for your pickings. He leaves your belongings behind, though he did put everything back into the basket, besides the blanket. The person handing out bins is an older man. The dark haired man notices the way the old man stares at you, as he collects the bin, making him pull you impossibly closer to his chest as you chat excitedly about finding an apple pie recipe.

“Let’s go, pretty girl, we have many apples to pick,” He practically drags you away, but you’re nonthewiser to his harsh glare he’s currently directing at the old man. Junpei brings you back towards the area where your blanket is, helping you grab as many apples as your wonderful heart desires.

Unfortunately, though, you become distracted by a full tree, skipping away from the safe confines of Juni’s arms. You grab as many as you can reach, unknowingly flashing your ass to those behind you. This is taken as an invitation by a creepy man.

“Are you putting on a show for me, beautiful?” A nasally voice comes from behind you, causing you to whip around and face the person speaking to you. He’s a long blue haired man, black stitches on his pale skin.

You take a small step back, not liking that Junpei wasn’t near you, “Huh?? A show? I’m just picking apples, mister!” You hold your large pile in your arms, holding them close to your almost exposed chest.

“Don’t be shy, you know what you’re doing,” He steps towards you, causing you to take another step back. This man is scary, “Allowing your sweet ass to be seen by everyone, like a whore. But, don’t worry, I can put you in your place, babe. Just come over to mine-”

You feel arms surrounding you from behind, the smell of Junpei’s cologne telling you that the person is your pretty boyfriend, “We’ll pass.”

One of your boyfriend’s large hands pulls at your skirt, making sure it’s fully over your ass, before giving it a soft pat. The blue haired man smirks at the two of you, “Oh? You have a boyfriend? He doesn’t look like much.”

The dark haired man goes to speak, but you cut him off, an uncharacteristic frown on your pretty face, “Don’t say that! Junpei is my whole world!” This blue haired man sure talks a lot without much meaning. He doesn’t know that your precious boy started to work out so he could lift you with ease, that he buys you gifts every week, that he takes you on dates almost every day after he works, that he takes good care of you, even though you’re a bit airheaded most of the time.

Junpei gives you a smooch on the forehead, trying to calm you down, “Sir, with all due respect, I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. Now, my girlfriend and I will be going now- don’t bother following us,” With that you both head back to your blanket, where the bin of your previously picked apples sit right next to the blanket. He helps you put away the apples in your arms, before wiping you off of any dirt or pollen.

“Thank you, Juni. I’m sorry for wandering away, I saw a big tree, and-” He shuts you up with another kiss, falling back on the blanket with you practically straddling his hips. He deepens it, making it so you’re practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. His hands are settled on your hips, as you can’t help but grind against his clothed cock.

There’s no one around the two of you, so all you can hear is the both of you whimpering against one another. He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, taking in your smeared lip gloss covered face with fondness, “It’s okay, precious, I know how dumb my pretty girl can be. That’s why I gotta marry you, right? Make sure you’re safe and sound,” He pulls out a small box, flicking it open, exposing a beautiful engagement ring. Your eyes are wide, mouth falling open, as you squeal with happiness.

“Yes! Yes, Juni, I’ll marry you! I love you so much!” He’s glad you didn’t ask what he had to do to get you the ring. People pay a pretty penny for others to go missing, but it’s worth it if his perfect girl feels loved. Though, he did have a hard time figuring out when to propose.

“I love you too, (Your Name), more than I can ever express,” He plucks the ring from its case, grabbing your right hand, and sliding it onto your ring finger. Junpei allows you to hold up you hand, face lit up with pure, unadulterated awe.

“Woow! It’s so pretty!” He threads his fingers with yours, yanking you back down to him, allowing him to bring you into another messy kiss. With your free hand, you swipe his hair away from his face, exposing his scars. Breaking the kiss, you smooch all of the marks marring his milky skin, “But not as pretty as my pretty boy!” You grin at him, as tears dot his lash line. You must love him a lot to deal with his ugly side too. Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, you pull him up until he’s at the same height as you sitting up, allowing you to caress his face with care, “I think we’d make pretty babies, Juni.”

He smirks at that, releasing your threaded fingers, before pulling down your pastel yellow top. You didn’t wear a bra today, which allows him to get an eyeful of your perfect tits. On each nipple, there’s a silver bar that ends in pink hearts. You give a small squeal when you feel him cup your boobs, the predatory look on his face sending lightning bolts to your pussy, “Yes we would, precious. And your pretty tiddies would swell with yummy milk, isn’t that nice?” You nod your head rapidly, a bright smile on your face.

Junpei lightly pinches at your nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, relishing your whines and gasps. Massaging your fleshy boobs with the rest of his fingers, he ducks his head down to take a nipple into his mouth. This immediately gets you moaning, your boyfriend knowing that your breasts are quite sensitive. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his growing erection, as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head.

He separates from your nipple for a moment, taking in your already fucked out expression, “Hmm, looks like I gotta get you used to nursing, huh, pretty girl? Look how sensitive you are,” You pout a little, but your eyes are still glazed over with lust.

“Yes please! I need your help Juni,” You rub your pussy especially hard on his covered cock, “Want you to fuck me already! My pussy is so wet, Daddy, need your cock.”

He grins at you, giving your nipple a harsh suck out of nowhere, causing you to moan and rut against him harshly, “You sure, precious? Don’t need Daddy to finger your pretty cunny open first?” You shake your head, hands gripping at his pecs through his oversized shirt, “If you’re sure, pretty girl, take out my cock, and you can use me how you want, okay?”

You nod your head rapidly, dumb fingers relentlessly trying to unbutton his jeans, before pulling down his boxers and exposing his well maintained prick. It’s a pretty pink, large tip standing out against his circumcised cock. A large bead of precum rolls down his shaft, as you all but jump his bones, “Yes, Daddy! I want you to give me a baby!” You push your pretty pink panties to the side, before rubbing your sopping cunny over his tip. Junpei’s hold on your tits tighten, as he toys with your nipples teasingly, staring at you like you’re the sun to his solar system.

He lets out a grunt when you force all of your weight down on his shaft, sheathing him deep within your perfect pussy. You let out a girly squeal, relishing the way he fills you to the brim. His cockhead is practically breaching your cervix, which he knows all too well, as he starts to grind against your sensitive opening with his cock, “Not yet, pretty girl. I gotta marry you and buy you a house first,” He smooches you right on the mouth, before returning to your perfect tits, sucking and pinching your nipples like a madman. He’s practically motorboating you at this point.

You let out a small whine, but that doesn’t stop you from bouncing on his cock like a good girl. Using all of your strength, you begin to bounce. You both moan, relishing the feeling of one another. Wet slaps are heard, as your sopping cunny practically soaks your boyfriend’s jeans.

Junpei finally releases your tits, in favour of gripping your waist, and fucking into faster. Your hands somehow ended up underneath his shirt, allowing you to scratch at his muscled shoulders, “Daddy! Daddy! I love you!” You kiss him messily on the mouth, feeling him smirk against you, “I love you and your fat cock! Fills me up so good!”

He gives your hips a squeeze, making sure to angle his hips just right, so that his pretty girl squirts all over his cock, “I love you too, precious. This perfect pussy is squeezing me so tight,” He lets out an orgasmic moan that goes directly to your pussy, forcing a small orgasm out of you, causing a small stream of squirt to wet your thighs. You let out a small squeal, clenching around him without warning. He grunts, the noise coming from deep within his chest, as he finally pushes you back onto the blanket he laid out.

You’re immediately put into a mating press, legs hooked over his shoulders, as he bucks into you at top speed. The noises you let out are positively sinful, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, and Junpei presses a kiss to your lipgloss smeared lips, “Right there, Daddy! Right there! I’m gonna-”

He suddenly rubs your clit harshly, causing you to have a full body orgasm. Your legs shake like you’re ceasing, fingers gripping the blanket as hard as humanly possible, all whilst you squirt uncontrollably all over the two of you. Junpei quickly cums after you, his cum practically flying out with your squirting orgasm. He looks down at your fucked out face with fondness, you’re so beautiful.

Removing your legs from his shoulders, he settles you down on the blanket, and smiles at you, “Are you okay, precious? Did I go too hard on you?” He pulls your shirt back over your breasts, as he places fleeting kisses all over your face.

You give him a pretty smile, “I’m good, Juni. It felt so good,” He leans down, and presses a smooch against your lips, before he pulls your panties back over your soaked cunny.

“You made a mess, pretty girl,” The words seem scolding, but his tone is loving, “How’re we supposed to go home without everyone knowing I fucked your perfect cunny?” Your face feels hot at his words, as you pout.

“Juniii don’t say that!” He laughs at your whining, using the blanket to wipe at the wetness that coats your lower half. Once done, he flips your skirt over, covering your pussy and upper thighs. He then tucks his cock back into his jeans, before buttoning and zipping them.

By this point, it was starting to get dark and cooler. Your cute outfit does nothing to cover you, making your boyfriend concerned. Taking off his t-shirt, he quickly pulls up your arms, and slips it onto you. If it was big on him, it’s huge on you, settling almost at your knees, “Can’t have my princess catching a cold,” He states with a soft smile. You can easily see his forming muscle, showing how his efforts are paying off.

“Thank you, Juni,” You grin at him, lipgloss still smeared, hair looking crazy. Licking his thumb, he wipes the gloss from around your lips, giving you a kiss once he’s done. He then smooths your hair back into the position it once was in, effectively hiding any sign that he’d just rocked your world.

He helps you step off of the blanket, before folding it up, and placing it in the wicker basket. Hoisting up the apple bucket in one arm, he grabs the basket in his other, “Let’s go home, precious. You deserve a nice, hot bath.”

Giggling, you and Junpei make your way home.

Whilst you’re all rainbows and sunshine, your boyfriend is getting ready to kill. Did that blue haired freak really think he didn’t see him? He’s not invisible.

Giving a sigh that he masks as a grunt, he looks at you with fond eyes. It makes sense why that weirdo would want you, you’re the perfect woman. But, he should know that you’re not his to take.

So, Junpei will be sure to give him a lesson later, seeing as the creep is currently following the two of you home.

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ur-jinji · 3 years

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141+levi

ps. have a lovely night (: and dont put preasure on yourself. u are great!

thank you very much anon!!! have a lovely night yourself <3 ur greater :)

someone to spend time with

levi ackerman x gn!reader college au

summary: in which two lonely people share an unlikely friendship and some confused feelings for one another

word count: 2.2k

song: someone to spend time with // los retros

“i got you boba,” you announced as you approached a small, square table in the library where your classmate, levi, resided.

“what the fuck is that.” he asked.

“tea.”

“say less.”

you handed him the drink and sat down across from him, watching him slurp away. his attention quickly moved back to the book in front of him.

“how’d you find me?” levi questioned, his steel eyes glancing up at you for a quick second.

“you’re always here,” you replied, shrugging. “plus, i need help with our reading assignment.”

“you always need help.” he sighed and closed his book.

you and levi shared a shakespearean literature course and somewhat became friends by default because your assigned seats were directly next to each other. he was very reserved in class, but your boredom got the best of you, so you’d talk his ear off. he wasn’t very amused initially, as he took his schoolwork and class time very seriously, but he eventually warmed up to you. after forcing levi to help you once, you just kept coming back. you enjoyed his quiet company, and he appeared to be just as alone as you were. except his was by choice, you assumed.

“i just can’t keep up with all of macbeth’s drama,” you joked. “i figured i’d pay you with tea and my presence to help me for the millionth time.”

“yeah, your presence was starting to not be enough,” levi said monotonously, yet a small smile forming on his lips.

“you must like my company a little if my presence was enough of a payment before now,” you replied as you leant your elbow on the tea, resting your chin in your palm.

“i guess you’re okay,” he said simply. “what do you need help with.”

“listen, i tried to read act 2, but i was at a loss,” you stated. “oh, and i forgot my book.”

“you’re an idiot,” levi mumbled, shaking his head. “c’mere.” your eyes widened, but you complied, getting up from your seat across from him. as you made your way around the table, he grabbed the back of the chair next to his and pulled it out for you. you thanked him and took a seat, in which he replied with a simple “mm-hm.”

“take some notes. i don’t want you calling me tonight saying you’re confused,” he told you. you nodded and grabbed your pencil and notebook from across the table. levi started summarizing the text for you, and explaining the shakespearean language that constantly left you feeling perplexed. you silently listened, jotting down notes for a while before getting bored and doodling on the sides of the paper. he quickly took notice in your drawings. he glanced down, seeing an outline of an angry face, along with an arrow pointing to levi. his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the word “stinky” accompanying the face and arrow. he swiftly picked up his own pen and drew an x through your doodles, then scribbling “brat” down on the paper. you giggled and nudged his knee with yours.

“tch. you should be paying attention. we’re being quizzed on this,” levi commented, causing you to groan. you folded your arms and let your face fall forward into them.

“i didn’t even hear the professor say anything about a quiz,” you grumbled, your voice muffling against your skin.

“you didn’t hear because you’re always talking my ear off. she said there’ll be an essay, too,” he added, only making you groan once again. you relaxed slightly when you felt his hand pat the back of your head. his head pats were his quiet way of trying to comfort you. they always felt nice.

you suddenly perked up, his hand falling off your hair, in which he moved to rest it on the back of chair.

“okay, okay. let’s get serious,” you said, nodding towards his textbook.

“i’ve been serious,” levi replied blankly. he continued his little lecture, and you wondered if he realized his fingers had started toying with the ends of your hair. his touch sent chills down your spine. you started to take note in your mind of how he sometimes did those little things. those little gestures and touches. you liked them a little more than you should have. maybe you were just touch starved, or maybe they just felt good coming from him. levi wasn’t an easy guy to read, so you normally brushed those kinds of moments off. but as he droned on about some witchs’ prophecies, all you could think about was how the tips of his fingers were getting closer to the skin on your nape.

“you’re not taking notes,” levi stated the obvious, sighing and turning his head to you. “like i said, i don’t want you calling m-“

“what if i called you anyway?” you asked gingerly. his eyebrows furrowed, and the hand behind you disappeared. “like, what if I called you, but not to talk about macbeth?”

“what else is there to talk about.”

ouch. okay. now this is fucking awkward. should’ve just kept my mouth shut and let the kid keep playing with my stupid hair.

“hah, nevermind. i was just kidding. keep going,” you managed to get out, despite the feeling of an invisible hand around your neck to keep you from continuing to make an ass of yourself. you shifted your attention forward, your gaze falling down to your notebook.

“um, yeah. you can call me,” levi spoke, his normally uninterested tone sounding off. there was the tiniest hint of....desperation? tenseness? it went unnoticed by you.

“no, it’s okay. i don’t wanna bother you more than I have,” you replied. i need to get out of here. “i actually gotta go. i told my, um, roommate i’d help them with something.” you swiftly stood up, reaching out to gather your things, when levi’s hand was suddenly grasping your wrist.

“i...want you to call me,” he said, his volume low and his gaze shifting around, appearing to be quite nervous. you froze, and his grip on your wrist began to loosen before letting it drop. you nod slowly, pushing your head downwards to hide the embarassing blush creeping on your cheeks.

later that night, you were left alone, as your roommate was out with their friends or participating in a study group almost every night. you were sat at your desk, drumming a pencil and fidgeting around nervously, wondering if you should call levi. the phone works two ways, and you always seemed to be the one making the effort to hang out or talk to him.

what if he thinks i’m desperate?

you sighed and swallowed your pride. you pulled out the headphones from your ears that were playing loud music and found yourself staring at his contact in your phone.

knock knock. knock.

your head snapped in the direction of the noise coming from outside your door.

“hey, brat. let me in.”

you froze, your mouth dropping. you sat there for a few moments, debating whether or not you should pretend you went to bed.

knock. knock.

you took a deep breath and stood, making your way to the door and cracking it open. you saw levi with his usual stoic expression. before you could even say a word, he raised his hand, pushing the door open and walking past you. he stopped in the middle of the room, his gray eyes scanning the area.

“i’m assuming this is your side,” levi said simply, pointing to your side of the room. you felt embarrassed when you realized your bed was unmade and a plushy was propped up against your pillow.

“hah. uh, yeah,” you replied. the nerves in your voice and laugh were evident. you crept to your desk, wanting to hide anymore embarrassing evidence. you quickly found a cringey picture frame of you and a friend from your hometown, your hand grasping it and gently placing it facedown.

“what brings you to my dorm?” you wondered, taking a seat in the desk chair to hide your shaking legs. unfortunately for you, your shifty actions only grabbed his attention, and your question went ignored. levi strolled to your desk and pressed his hand on the wooden top, leaning nonchalantly. he reached out for the picture frame you were desperate to hide, and picked it up. you looked up at him as he observed it with a small smirk.

“tch. cute,” he commented before propping the frame back on the desk. you hurriedly slammed it facedown again, mumbling a sheepish ‘thanks.’ you continued to stare up at him as his eyes looked over your desk. his attention turned to you, his eyes falling onto your pink-tinted features.

“want some tea?” you offered.

some time later, you and levi found yourselves lounging on opposite sides of your bed, both sitting with legs criss crossed. he held a large tea cup, sipping quietly at his second drink as you let him in on some gossip about your roommate’s friend’s cousin. you don’t even know how you got to this point, but after offering him a drink and busying yourself, your nerves simmered. it felt a lot more comfortable after that.

“and then they said that she said that he got caught sexting not one, not two... but twelve other girls. then his girlfriend tried to burn his house down. and now she’s in prison for attempted arson,” you finished. levi lowered his cup after taking a long sip, and continued to stare with a blank expression. but despite his bored appearance, he was rather invested in this story.

“that’s rough,” he commented.

“i know right?” you replied as you picked up your phone. you clicked to see the time. “jeez, it’s already midnight.”

“tch, is that your way of kicking me out?” levi asked, smiling ever so lightly.

“unfortunately, yeah. i have an 8am class tomorrow,” you said, putting a little pout on your lip. “we should do this again, though. feels nice to just hang out with someone.”

“isn’t that what we’ve been doing in the library?” he questioned.

“i don’t count me making you help me with shakespeare as hanging out,” you explained.

“that’s fair.” he shrugged.

“also, this is the first time you initiated being around me,” you boasted, feeling pretty satisfied with yourself. “that means you think i’m fun.”

“i never said that.”

“well, you being here says otherwise. sooo...”

“whatever, brat.”

levi stood from his spot on the end of your bed, handing you his empty cup. you stood as well, following him to the door.

“i guess you’re okay,” he offered. “this was okay.”

“that translates to, omg y/n is the best, they’re sooo much fun,” you teased, nudging your elbow against his. “anyways, i guess i’ll see you in class on wednesday.”

“i guess you will,” he replied plainly, raising his hand to touch a strand of your hair, putting you in a state of shock. your mouth gaped slightly as you studied him curiously. after a few moments of silence, levi abruptly started leaning forward, your eyes widening. before you could react, his lips were against yours.

is this actually happening? you wondered. oh, my god it’s actually happening. this is real.

it took you no time to respond to the kiss, your eyes quickly fluttering shut. you hadnt been kissed a long time, and you remembered first kisses always being a little awkward as you both had to adjust to the way the other’s lips moved. but there was no awkwardness. there was no needing to adjust; it was perfect.

his movements were surprisingly fast and needy, his hands moving to hold your jaw as both of your quiet, desperate noises were swallowed. your hands came up to grip his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. you could feel little tingles everywhere he touched you, and a knot starting to form low in your stomach. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth as he moved his hands down to hold your waist, arching your back slightly. levi started to redirect you, pushing your back against the door, causing a loud thud against the wood.

“y/n? what was that?” a voice from the other side of the door called. your eyes flew open, seeing his steel eyes already looking back at you.

“shit!” you hissed. “my roommate.” you pulled your face away and took a deep breath, your hands still holding levi’s neck, and his still gripping your waist. you gazed at him for a moment, admiring his features. you hurriedly leaned in again, giving him one final, quick kiss.

“sorry! hold on!” you finally responded to your roommate as they started turning the doorknob. the two of you let one another go, quietly stepping away from the door that started to open.

“you won’t believe the night i-“ your roommate started, but freezing once they saw levi. their mouth dropped open and they glanced at you, shocked.

“sorry, he was just leaving,” you said, rushing to push levi through the open door. you followed him out, closing the door behind you. you sighed loudly.

“i’m sorry about that,” you told him quietly. he shrugged and slid his hands into his pockets. “i knew you liked me.”

“you’re okay,” levi replied, his eyes holding a warmth you had never seen from him before. “i’ll see you on wednesday.”

“yeah, yeah, see you wednesday,” you said, grinning as he turned around, making his way down the hallway.

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rae-is-typing · 4 years

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‘Cause You Had a Bad day...

Notes: This little piece was inspired by the dumpster fire of a day I had a week ago. It’s self-indulgent as f u c k, as most of my fics are. Enjoy :)

Description: You’re having a terrible day. Your friends at the Avengers tower help you out a little bit.

Characters: reader, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, a rude receptionist named Lisa, unnamed security guard, Peter Parker is mentioned

Warnings: swearing, fractured limbs, squabbling between friends, x-rays

Disclaimers: Civil war probably didn't happen because everyone likes each other and gets along. Kind of.

Word count: 2.4k

Rain pounds on the cement, thunder rolls in the distance and it’s as if a dark cloud is looming over New York. You keep your head down with your hood up. The one day you forgot your umbrella is the one day that it rains like a motherfucker. Your entire body shivers and shakes, and the gusts of wind is only making it worse. You desperately wanted to call for help or a ride, but your phone has been dead all day because you forgot to charge last night. And to top off the shit sundae, you got locked out of your apartment and your parents are gone for the weekend. So you have to walk all the way to the tower from school with no phone, no wallet and no umbrella.

Nothing is going your way at all. You just want to get to the tower, take a nice hot shower, and crawl in a hole and die.

It’s only when the tower is in sight that you can relax and perk up a little and the pep comes back to your step. But without any warning, you fall forward. A figure runs past you at full speed with a purse in his hand. The contents of your bag spills out in front of you. You put out your hands and try to catch yourself, only to land hard on your wrist.

A cry falls from your lips as pain shoots up your arm. Tears immediately come to your eyes, not only from pain, but from your own righteous indignation.

“Fuck,” You cry weakly, pushing yourself up with your good hand. You had superhealing like Peter, but it’s not instantaneous and you’re definitely feeling this one.

You manage to gather your stuff with one hand and shove it back in your bag unceremoniously. You stumble to your feet, cradling your wrist to your chest. Walking the rest of the length to the tower, you desperately trying not to cry.

Someone was kind enough to hold the door for you when you finished walking the steps. After a quiet ‘thank you’, you stepped into the larger lobby.

“Excuse me, miss. I need some ID.” The snotty voice of the receptionist rang throughout the wide area.

“I’m here almost everyday, Lisa. Can you let it go one time?” You snap, pausing before the elevator.

“No, unfortunately not. It’s S.I. policy that we ID every visitor that enters the lobby.” Her voice bursts with fake sympathy.

“That is bullshit and you know it,” You voice hardens.

“I’m sorry ma’am. Please let me see your ID.”

You take a deep breath, trying not to go off on the bitchy receptionist. “Lisa, there are a ton of other people in here and neither you nor your co-workers have ID’d one of them. Now if you’ll excuse me,” You huff and walk towards the elevator, ready to press the button when someone puts a hand on your shoulder. You look behind you to see a security guard dressed in all black with a hard expression dressing his face.

“Can I help you?” You snap.

“I need you to come with me.” His voice is rough and low. His shoulders are squared, with arm gripping you, the other is placed on the weapon at his side.

“No.” More anger bubbles in your chest and your hands begin to shake. Your abilities begin to make themselves known through the surge of power you feel in your veins. Heat comes to your hands and your skin begins to warm up considerably. He grabs you by your upper arm, keeping a tight grip on it as he begins to drag you back to the entrance.

“What the fuck, let me go!”

Anxiety replaces your frustration. Knowing that using your abilities for anything other than pure self defense would definitely land you a weekend in jail and a ban from most career choices, you’re desperate to keep your powers at bay. You struggle in his grip, his hands squeezing your upper arm likely to the point of bruising. He had you at the entrance when the elevator opens. You don’t see it, but Tony, Bruce, Steve and Sam walked out into the lobby.

“What the hell is going on here?” Tony’s voice reverberates throughout the lobby with vigor. The bustling lobby goes silent; everything seems to stop. Your head snaps back to see Tony and Steve march up to the security guard. Steve pushes him off of you, and Tony begins to interrogate him.

“Why were your hands on my kid?”

“I-w was-”

“I don’t want to hear it. Get out of here and don’t come back.”

The security guard’s face changes form hard to confused and back to hard as he exits the building with slightly slumped shoulders.

“Mr. Stark, sir,” Lisa rushes out from behind her desk and in front of Tony. He glares down at her. “He was doing what I told him to, you don’t need to terminate him.”

“Why was my kid being dragged out against her will? And why is she holding her wrist like that?”

“She didn’t give me an ID. It’s industry policy that we ID each visitor-”

“She’s been coming here almost everyday for over a year. She is not a visitor.”

“All I did was-”

“Save it. Go home and don’t come in tomorrow.”

“But, Mr. Stark-”

Tony doesn’t listen. Instead, he turns to where Bruce is gently holding your wrist in his hands, examining the sprain. You skin has cooled down, but you’re still shaking and breathing hard. Steve and Sam stand near you. Sam’s arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes ablaze with anger. Steve had draped his coat over your shaking body, warming you up without the help of your abilities. The anger had left your body when Tony and the others began handling the situation. It was replaced with defeat and exhaustion.

“Jesus kid, you’re soaked. Did you walk all the way here or something?” Tony’s voice went from brutal to concerned in a heartbeat. He ushers everyone to the elevator to avoid the prying eyes of those in the lobby.

“Yeah,” You say softly, wincing when Bruce pressed two fingers to your wrist.

“Why didn’t you call one of us?” Steve asks.

“My phone died.”

“Where’s your umbrella, honey?”

“In my apartment.”

“Why didn’t you get it before coming here?”

“I got locked out.”

“What happened to your wrist?”

“Someone ran into me and I fell on it.”

“You couldn’t catch a break today, could you?”

You shake your head, sniffling.

“You need to get changed before you catch a cold,” Steve says.

“That’s not how it works,” Tony chimes, glancing at Steve. “The common cold is a virus, the weather has almost nothing to do with it.”

“Really? She’s in pain and soaking wet and you’re chastising me for not wanting her to get sick?”

“I just thought you should know how viruses work. Your information is a little outdated. What’s it been? Seventy-three years?”

“You know what, Stark? You can-”

“Stop fighting.” Bruce says, a hint of a growl coming through his normal voice. The two men stop squabbling for a moment to turn their attention back to you.

“Super-healing not working yet?”

“I think so, it just really hurts,” Your voice cracks as you hold back tears. You aren’t one to cry over most things, but the stress coupled with your feelings of defeat and indignation and finally getting a break become too much for you.

“Oh kid, you don’t need to cry.” Tony speaks, voice turning slight with discomfort at the sight of a couple tears trailing your cheeks. “Seriously, you don’t.”

“Sorry,” You choke out, trying to wipe your eyes with your good hand.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. A release of emotion is healthy. Stark’s a robot, so he doesn’t understand that.” Steve says, wrapping an arm around you, and letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He throws a pointed look at Tony. “Cry if you need to.”

You nod as the elevator begins to rise. Steve keeps an arm wrapped around you, and you keep your head on his shoulder. You’re crying, but not outright sobbing and occasionally wiping your eyes. The sharp pain in your wrist has dulled to a simple throb, and your hair is slowly drying. The elevator is silent until Bruce speaks up.

“I’ll take a closer look with the live x-ray in the med bay. Right now it looks like a simple fracture that your body should be able to handle within the next couple hours,”

You only nod, eyes fixed on the elevator door. It opens to the med bay. It’s clean, medical instruments on carts and scales in other places. It takes up an entire floor for post-mission operations and other check ups. There are a few doctors on call for emergencies, however you and the other Avengers were most comfortable with Bruce or occasionally Dr. Strange checking in on you if you can help it.

“Come over here,” Bruce says, leading you to a large table with a few slots built into it and a monitor on top of it. “I need you to take off the jacket and roll up your sleeve.”

You follow the instructions, and take off your bag and set it on the floor. Then you take off Steve’s jacket, hand it back to him, take of your soaking wet hoodie which Steve also takes and roll up the sleeve to your equally soaked shirt.

“Put your arm through here,” Bruce says, gesturing to the slot in the table. It’s glass on both sides and emits a brilliant blue light. You sit in a chair near the table and out your injured arm through the slot. He gently grabs your hand and guides it to the right position. You fold your legs criss-cross-applesauce on the chair.

It takes a while for the image of your wrist on the monitor. Bruce studies it for a couple moments and you stare blankly at the image of your bones. There’s a small break on the radius of your forearm near your hand.

“It’s a green-stick fracture, it uh looks like your healing factor has already begun to take care of it. Does it hurt?” You nod. “Alright, I can give you some of the painkillers that we give Peter when he’s hurt.” Bruce turns off the x-ray and lets you take your arm out before he gets up and rummages through a random cart.

You look up when someone places their hand on your shoulder. Steve smiles down at you. “We’re ordering food, what do you want?”

You shrug, staring back at the now blank monitor. “Something warm,”

“Alright, Shawarma it is.” Tony declares.

“We are not eating Shawarma again. Let's get something more palatable,”

“Shawarma is palatable.”

“Not three nights in a row,”

“JARVIS, place the usual order the Chinese place downtown.” Sam says, rolling his eyes at their squabbling.

“Done,” JARVIS’s automated voice rang out.

Bruce comes back over holding a small white pill in a small cup, a glass of water and what looks like a brace. You took it from him, easily swallowing the pill and water down.

“Put this on with it. It’ll keep your arm in the right position,”

“Thanks,” You say,slipping the brace on, tightening it and resting your injured arm on the table.

“They’ll begin to take effect in a few minutes. You should be able to shower and get dressed after that.”

You nod, looking back down at your lap. Soon enough, your wrist stopped hurting. You get up without a word and take yourself to the floor you and Peter stay on when you’re staying overnight. Peter is running errands with May, so he won’t be in until later.

You get to your room and push open the door. Tossing your bag and the brace on your bed, you plug in your phone and go to the bathroom. You turn on the shower to mildly scalding and peel of the wet clothes.

You take a nice long shower, taking your time in warming up, and crying a little more. The hot water washed away the rest of your tears, your frustration and the anxiety that you’ve been lugging around all day.

“Miss Y/N, the food has arrived. I recommend you get out soon before it is all gone.” JARVIS speaks. You sigh, turning off the water. You dry yourself off quickly enough and put on a soft crewneck sweater and a pair of large sweats and slip the brace back on.

You put on a pair of slippers and make your way to the communal floor to see Steve making himself a plate. He smiles when he sees you.

“Feeling any better, sweetie?”

“Kinda,” You shrug. “I’m really tired,”

“It’s been a long day, doll. Get some food, Sam’s putting on a movie,”

You nod, grabbing a plate from the stack near the food. You fill it up with what you want and go to sit in the living room. Tony lounges on the largest chair in the living room, Sam sits with his legs up on the love seat, and Bruce is curled up on the smaller of the chairs in the living room.

“Welcome back, kid.” Tony breathes out, stretching out lazily. He changed too, now donning a band shirt and some joggers.

“Hey,” you greet him, sitting on the sofa that’s next to the love seat.

“We’re watching Easy A once Steve gets his ass in here!” Sam begins with an even tone before throwing his head over his shoulder and yelling the last part.

“I’m coming, be patient.” He grumbles, taking a seat next to you and placing his food on the coffee table.

“Took you long enough, Capsicle. Start the movie, J.”

“Yes, sir.”

The lights in the living room dim, the surround sound starts and the movie begins to play. You sink in the couch, the comfortable plush calming you even more. With the help of the drugs and the brace, your wrist feels as good as knew. Gratitude warms you chest as you catch Tony’s eye. You smile at him.

‘Thank you’ you mouth. He only nods with an equally warm smile gracing his lips before turning back to the movie playing on the screen.

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TLOU2&Supergirl Crossover x Reader Part 5

Word count: 1814

Warnings: Swearing

Part 1 - P2 - P3 - P4

You didn’t get much sleep last night. A soft knock grabs your laser focus attention from the ceiling.

“Hey, we should probably get up and get something to eat before I take you over to the DEO.” Kara says from the other side of the door.

“Alright, be up in a minute.” You respond.

You swing your legs off the side of the bed and shove the stuff you’d been looking through last night into your bag. You swing it over your shoulder, glancing back at Abby’s tag before grabbing it and heading to the kitchen where Kara is waiting with food on display.

“I got a few things out, you can choose what you want.” She smiles at you.

You look over the number of pastries and other classic breakfast foods. “Did you get up early to cook?” You ask, looking up at her.

“Would you be upset if I said yes?” She asks a little sheepishly.

“No…” You quirk an eyebrow. “It’s just- you’re doing so much for me and you don’t even know me.”

You pick up a couple of the pastries and grab a plate of pancakes and other preferred breakfast foods. You take a seat at the table, hanging your bag on the back of the chair. Kara soon joins you with her own plates of food.

“Did you get to sleep at all last night?” She asks.

“Not really.” You simply answer.

Once the two of you finish your food, you grab the journal and a few writing utensils, shove them in your bag, and follow Kara to her car. She tries to engage in small conversation, but it doesn’t last very long before you’re in front of the DEO.

“I’ll walk you in.” She offers, parking her car and getting out with you.

You follow her into the building and past security. Alex is waiting for you at the circular table, smiling at her sister and giving her a hug.

“Thanks for doing this, Kara.” She says, pulling away.

“It’s no problem, Alex.” Kara responds. “I’ll uh, let you guys do your thing and I’ll go to work. See you tonight.” She waves goodbye to you.

Kara then turns and makes her way out of the building to her work, leaving you and Alex together. Alex works on a tablet, punching the last few things in before setting it down and turning to you.

“So, we’ve got some things I need to go over with you.” She states. “Follow me.”

Alex leads you to a lab where Lena and someone else are waiting. The two are standing around a table with many different tools, computers, and materials for their tasks. Alex nods in greeting to them, holding the door open for you. Once you’re in, she steps in and closes the door behind her.

“Y/N, this is Brainiac 5, or just Brainy. Brainy, Y/N.” Alex introduces.

Brainy holds his hand out in greeting, which you accept, shaking and stepping back.

“So, you’re from another dimension.” He says, raising an eyebrow. “And if I am not mistaken, another time.”

“I believe that’s correct, yeah.” You answer.

“Yes, she is. I need for you three to come up with a device that not only connects us to other earths, but also different timelines. We have to get this right.” Alex explains. “And, Y/N, while you’re here, you can work on writing down anything and everything you know about your world's infection.”

“Okay, I’ll have it done today.” You answer.

“Good, just, hang out in here with them.” She orders before leaving you with the two scientists.

You drop your bag on the ground next to a free chair and dig through it for your journal and a pencil before sitting down criss-cross in the seat. You open your journal up and quickly sketch the ruins of the lab you entered with Abby and Lev, trying to remember each detail.

“How was your stay with Kara?” Lena breaks the silence.

“It was… different than I'm used to.” You answer, continuing to sketch.

“Did you sleep alright?” She asks. “You look tired.”

“I got whatever sleep I got.” You state.

After about ten minutes, you get up from the seat and make your way over to the desk where the two are working. You place your journal on the desk in front of them, the sketch on full display, taking up two pages.

“What’s this?” Brainy asks.

“It's my lab.” Lena observes. “But not from our world.”

“This is what the lab looked like before all this crazy shit happened.” You explain. “I tried to remember everything. There were a bunch of weird objects and devices of different states.”

“What's this in the corner here?” Lena asks, pointing to part of your sketch.

“That's where the Light came from.” You answer. “I can only assume that's the device that brought me here.”

“I see.” Lena mumbles to herself, thinking of how she and Brainy could possibly make something.

“If we take the readings from the opening of the wormhole from her arrival here, it can maybe help us find the right portal to open for her to get back.” Brainy suggests, crossing his arms over his chest and resting his one hand against his chin in thought. “We can also run computer models based off of the design of this device in here and find out the best way to build something that works.

“Yes,” Lena turns to you, “Do you think you can sketch the device in more detail?”

“That way we can create a model and run computer tests.” Brainy finishes.

“Yeah, I can try to put as much detail as I can if it’ll help.” You answer.

“Perfect. We’ll hopefully have you back to your world in no time.” Lena smiles at you. “Here, do it on this page, it’ll be bigger. Better for us to see and for you to do as much detail as you wish.”

You take the paper Lena hands you and go back to your seat to sketch the device. Once you finish, you present it to the two geniuses again.

“It’s not perfect, but, hope this helps.” You say, handing over the drawing to Brainy.

“It’s fine. We’ll work with what we got.” He says, nodding to you.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out. We’ll get you back.” Lena reassures you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

She lets you go back to your seat, letting you take your journal back. You then set to work on your informational journal about the fungus. You go into detail about the fungus itself, how it's spread, what it does to people’s behaviors and bodies, and the Infected’s weakness to fire. You create separate sections for each stage of infection, going over their individual behaviors, the state of the person, the best way to take them down, how long it takes to reach each stage, and even providing a sketch of each stage. You add an extra page for Shamblers, which only recently came into light.Since you have other stuff written and drawn in the journal, you carefully rip the pages out to give to Alex. You put them in a neat pile on the desk, ready for Alex whenever she decides to check in on you.

“Do you want me to staple those?” Lena offers, gesturing to a stapler.

“Sure, why not.” You answer, sitting back down. You reach into your backpack and pull out Abby’s tag. You bring your legs up in the chair as you look over the pendant, soon getting lost in thought.

God, I hope they’re okay.

…

After a discussion with J’onn, Supergirl, and Nia about missions, Alex makes her way to the lab that you, Lena, and brainy are working in, Supergirl following. She opens the door to the lab.

“Hey, any progress?” She asks, walking over to the main desk that Lena and Brainy are working.

“Shhh.” Lena shushes Alex’s rather noisy entrance.

“What? Why?” Alex asks puzzled.

Lena points over where you’re sitting, well, sleeping, prompting Alex to look over. “Oh.” is all she says.

“She’s not sleeping very well.” Supergirl speaks softly to her sister. “Might as well let her get something in.”

“Yeah.” Alex sighs before looking over to Lena. “What’s this?” She asks, looking at the small stack of stapled papers.

“It’s that informational thing you requested from her. She finished it not too long ago.” Lena answers.

“Okay, thanks.” Alex collects it, quickly flipping through the pages before putting it away. “You made any progress on your device?”

“Yeah, a little bit. We’re still in the process of testing computer models.” Lena answers. “She provided us with a sketch of the device she saw in her world, which helped speed up the process a bit.”

“That’s good.” Alex states. “Well, I should go back to deal with this Alien on the streets.” She references her current report and turns to leave, glancing at your sleeping form one last time. “Supergirl.” She calls back.

“Coming, Alex.” Supergirl is looking at you sleep before chasing after her sister.

…

Lena gently shakes you to wake you up. “Hey, Y/N, it's almost six, Kara’s going to be here soon.”

The sudden contact makes you flinch, always being on edge in your world. Lena apologizes and retreats back to her computer, chatting with Brainy about the device. You rub your face and stand up to get your stuff together. You hear the door open as Alex walks in with Kara.

“Hey, how’re you guys doing in here?” Kara asks.

“It's coming along.” Lena answers.

“That's good.” Kara smiles at her friend and turns her attention to you. “How were you, Y/N?”

“Fine.” You say, slinging your bag over your shoulder and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Alright, let's get you home.” She leads you out of the room and to her car. “Alex said when she came in to check on you and get your ‘research’, you were asleep.”

“Yeah, musta drifted off.” You reply, getting in her car.

“Told you you’d be tired.” She smiles cheekily at you, scrunching her nose at you before getting in the car herself.

You huff at her antics before she drives back to her apartment and lets the two of you in. You set your stuff in your room and reemerge for food. She pulls out some of the food from the previous night and the two of you eat. You decide to call it a night earlier, and leave to your room just after dinner.

“Imma call it a night.” You inform Kara, heading to your room.

“Alright, sleep well.” She smiles back at you, watching you disappear into your room.

You toss and turn in bed for a while, but you eventually get to sleep a few hours later.

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