#{in short: he likes sen for his personality & looks}

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Tension Logs (Steve Rogers, Tony Stark)

gif sen to me by @krirebr back in october, just now going through my inbox full of gifs, sorry my love <3

Summary: overhearing an argument from Steve & Tony, you grow worried and with awe at the pure strength Steve possesses.

Warnings: none?

WC: 1K

A/N: there's no pairing in this and i honestly debated on posting this as is, or rewrite it a million more times lol.

Read On Ao3!

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The farm was a welcome sight after everything that had happened. After the chaos, the battles, and the tension of saving the world yet again, Clint Barton’s peaceful farmhouse felt like a sanctuary—a place to breathe and maybe, for once, pretend things were normal.

You sat on the porch, your legs curled beneath you, watching the others as they scattered around the property. Natasha was keeping an eye on the kids while Clint and Thor discussed something about farming techniques—likely for a laugh, given Thor's complete lack of experience with Earth crops. Bruce was in the barn, tinkering with gadgets, and Vision was seated nearby, reading.

But your attention was drawn to the tension rising between two men who seemed to clash constantly: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.

You could hear them before you saw them—loud, angry voices. Steve, usually so calm, was pacing, hands running through his short blonde hair in frustration. Tony was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression tight with annoyance. The words were muffled from the porch, but the intensity between them was unmistakable.

"He's just not listening," Tony grumbled, rubbing his temple. “I’m trying to save everyone, Steve! But you keep acting like I’m the enemy here.”

Steve’s jaw was tight as he shook his head. “You think I don’t want to protect people? You’re not seeing the bigger picture here, Tony. If we keep going down this road, we’ll have no choice but to fight against ourselves.”

“Yeah, and how long until we’re fighting for our lives, huh?” Tony shot back, clearly exasperated. "You’re just blind to the fact that the rest of the world isn’t always going to play nice.”

You could feel the tension rising from where you sat. The last few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, battles with no real winners, and personal grievances that were still being worked out. But watching Tony and Steve argue like this... it was different. The anger was raw, not just from the situation, but from something deeper, something that neither of them was willing to admit.

You sighed, turning your gaze back to them, uncertain whether you should intervene. But before you could make a move, something unexpected happened.

Steve had stopped pacing, his face flushed with frustration, and Tony was busy running his hands through his hair, his back turned. That’s when Steve walked over to a large, thick log lying near the edge of the property, one that looked almost too heavy to move. Without saying a word, Steve dropped to one knee, grabbed hold of the log, and—without any visible hesitation—ripped it in half with his bare hands.

You blinked, certain you had imagined it, but when you saw Steve’s arms straining, his muscles tensing with the force of the action, you realized it was real. He wasn’t using any tools or anything to help him. No tech. No super-soldier serum enhancement. Just pure, raw strength. The snap of the log cracking in half was deafening in the stillness of the farm, and for a moment, you were sure even Tony had frozen in place.

For a long second, there was only the sound of Steve breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he stood over the splintered wood, his eyes unwavering. His gaze locked with Tony’s, and the tension between them suddenly felt different—more grounded, more purposeful.

Tony’s jaw dropped, his usual sarcastic wit faltering for a moment. “Jesus, Cap. You trying to kill me or just make me feel inadequate?”

Steve didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he straightened up, wiping his hands on his pants as though the task had been as simple as pulling a thread from his sleeve. His face was set, but there was a softness behind his eyes, something you recognized as tiredness—not from age, but from the weight of the responsibility that he carried.

“You can’t fix everything, Tony,” Steve said, his voice quieter now, though it still held that unshakeable determination. “But you can try to do the right thing. I need you to understand that.”

Tony didn’t say anything at first, still staring at the broken log, clearly in shock at what he had just witnessed. Slowly, his expression softened, and he nodded, though you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“I know,” Tony replied after a moment, his voice rough. “I just… I don’t know how to stop screwing up.”

The vulnerability in his voice was something you rarely heard from Tony Stark, and it made your heart ache for him. But then, to your surprise, Steve stepped closer, clapping Tony lightly on the shoulder.

“You don’t have to be perfect, Tony,” Steve said, the warmth in his voice unmistakable now. “None of us do. Just don’t give up on trying.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly, watching the interaction unfold. In that moment, you realized just how strong Steve Rogers truly was—not just in his physical strength, but in his unwavering belief in people, in their ability to change, to do better.

You knew that strength now extended beyond just his shield. It was in his words, in the way he carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, and in how, no matter how many times Tony fell short of his own expectations, Steve would always be there to pull him up again.

You stood up quietly, unsure if they even realized you were there. The argument had defused, and now, Tony and Steve were standing side by side, silently processing everything that had just happened. The tension between them was still there, but you could see the cracks beginning to heal, just a little.

With a quiet breath, you stepped back inside the house, letting the door swing closed behind you. There was still a lot of work to be done before the world would feel right again, but for now, you felt a flicker of hope. Steve Rogers, in all his strength, had proven once again that the world wasn’t just saved by punches or tech. It was saved by the quiet power of believing in each other.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the kind of strength that would carry them all through the rest of the storm.

[thischarmingmandalorian]

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Couple, Bar Chapter 1

Summary: After you help Joel with a work project, he takes you out for drinks. When the bartender mistakes you for a couple, his brain short circuits.

Pairing: Single Dad Neighbor!Joel Miller X Reader

Warnings: Joel thinking being mean is flirting, alcohol, grinding on strangers, getting groped in public, no-no words. In my mind there's an age gap (10 years max) and I envision a mid-40s Joel, but I don't think it'll ever become apparent.

Word Count: 2.3k

Notes: Formatting on mobile is not for the weak, y'all, so if this looks like ass I'm sorry. I don't know what a contractor does. Song mentioned is Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) by Studio Killers. Full playlist is linked on the master post for this series (which I'll learn to link all together soon I promise I'M OLD, OK?!) Also I promise I have an English degree but if I read this one more time I'll lose the nerve to post it so ignore any mistakes I missed. Anyway love you bye.

While you weren't on your neighbor Joel's payroll, every now and then he'd knock on your door and sheepishly ask to borrow your "eye for design," which was Joel talk for "I need help knowing what handles look good on these cabinets I'm building and every other person in my life is busy."  

You and Joel had been neighbors for the better part of 5 years and had become relatively close in that time. If you were being honest with yourself, the first day you met you might have fallen in love, but since immediately jumping into a relationship with a newly-divorced single father wasn't on your five-year plan, those feelings were buried, albeit not always successfully.

Joel was charming, kind, and... Southern.  And while these were all things that made you head over heels for him, they were exactly what made it difficult to interpret his feelings for you. Were he and Sarah baking you Christmas cookies and hand delivering them to your door because he too had a crush, or was he just being neighborly? Was he grinning every time he said hello to you because he was a nice guy? What were you supposed to make of that one time, on his couch for movie night, when his hand lingered a little longer than normal on your thigh? You had no idea, and for the sake of your friendship, you were content not knowing.

On this particular day, Joel needed help matching paint colors to flooring samples and might as well have been color blind. He was building a house for a newlywed couple and their wishes for, as Joel put it, "some 1960s Brady Bunch bullshit" aesthetic meant nothing to him. You had spent the better part of an hour helping Joel match swatches of green and orange in ways that he had previously thought impossible, and as a thank you, he offered to buy you a drink at the first bar you spotted on the way home.

The first bar you spotted happened to be an almost-literal hole in the wall, but the packed parking lot indicated it was a place worth visiting.  Joel opened the door, beckoning you through the threshold ahead of him, and you're hit with a wall of smoke and the bump of a local dj working through his set. 

Luckily most of the people at the bar had already started drinking and were congregated in the middle of the tiny dance floor, making it easy to find two seats. Joel flagged the bartender over and ordered for the both of you, handing his card over to start a tab.

"Got you a beer, this place doesn't look like they'd make a good margarita," Joel shouts over the music. 

You smile, leaning in close to thank Joel. "I appreciate the forethought! Send me a Venmo request for what I end up owing you," you gesture to the frosty bottles that get put in front of you.

Joel tuts and waves his hand between you two in a noncommittal gesture. He leans in close to your ear instead of shouting this time, "consider it payment for your help today. When that couple told me they wanted their house to be 'midcentury Palm Springs chic' I knew you'd know what they meant. The wife kept sending me links to her Pinterest board, whatever the fuck that is. I was too scared to click them because..."

"Because you're fucking old," you finish, barking out a laugh at the frown that Joel gives you.

After one beer turned into three, Joel starts to open up. Despite his gruff exterior, you know he cares and is interested in your life, even if it takes some alcohol to get him asking about it.

"Have you started dating yet?" The question catches you off guard, your eyes growing wide. "What? You've been in town for five years now, it's high time you start putting yourself out there. A pretty girl like you should have no trouble finding a man."

There it is again. Is Joel just being nice calling you pretty? Or is he fishing for something more?

"Have you started dating?" you counter, raising an eyebrow, nodding when Joel shakes his head. "I'm too busy, Joel. I'm…"

"'Focusing on my career,'" Joel finishes for you, having heard it all before.

You roll your eyes. "Why are we talking about this?"

Joel smirks and cocks his head to your beer, the label in the process of being peeled completely off. "You've peeled the label off every drink you've had tonight."

"Oh…kay?"

Joel shrugs, "if Tommy were here he'd say you're pulling the labels off because you're sexually frustrated." He makes a face as if to say 'but what do I know?'

You raised an eyebrow at Joel. "You of all people should know not to take what Tommy says as fact. And you're one to talk; you live across the street, I'd notice if women were coming over. And they're not. You're going through a dry spell, Miller, same as me." You empty your bottle, stuffing the label down the neck and waving the bartender over for you and Joel to order one more round.  Joel tries to think of a witty comeback, but he knows you're right. 

You watch the bartender open your tab on the till behind the bar and chuckle when you notice what she's titled it: at the top of the screen, in bold letters, "COUPLE BAR."

You tap Joel's bicep, pointing to the screen, "look at that, Miller," you shout over the music, "she thinks you and I are a couple."

Joel looks at the screen himself, eyes suddenly going wide. You raise an eyebrow at him, confused as to why he isn't just chuckling at the bartender's misunderstanding, but your expression turns to one of anger once Joel regains use of his brain and the only thing he can think to say is, "... ew?"

You hope you just misheard him over the loud music, but as Joel started to sputter out an apology, looking horrified at what he had said, you realize - a stranger thought you two were dating, and Joel thinks that's gross. You weren't interested in hearing him trip over his words while he tried to backtrack, and you desperately needed a distraction so you didn't start to cry.  You wave your hand in front of Joel's face, telling him to save it as you grab your beer and push past him to the dance floor.

This is definitely not your scene, the middle of a smoke-filled bar on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, but you make the most of it, taking a swig from your bottle as you push through the crowd. Once you've made your way to the center of the crowd, you assume the position - eyes closed, bottle raised above your head, swinging your hips to whatever top 40 hit the dj decides to bleed into the last one he played.  You don't have to wait long before you feel a body push up behind you and you welcome the distraction. You don't open your eyes or lower your hand except to drink from your near empty bottle, but you do back your ass up against the stranger behind you. It's definitely not Joel. This person behind you is way too lanky; when his arms encircle your waist they lack definition, his thighs aren't nearly as beefy as Joel's, and… you get frustrated with yourself.  Joel just insinuated dating you would be gross and all you can do is think about how hot he is? 

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts and enjoy the moment. The guy behind you is getting handsy, and normally that would bother you, but Joel was right about that dry spell. One song bleeds into another as you gyrate against this stranger who now has his hand splayed across your stomach under your shirt.

You're ripped unceremoniously from your mindless grinding by a large hand on your shoulder. You wink one eye open though you knew it was Joel. You're not interested in hearing him out, especially not with this stranger's hand gliding slowly up your torso, boldly inching closer to your chest.

"Darlin'" you hear Joel shout over the music, "'m sorry. I didn't mean…"

You put your palm in front of Joel's face before moving your hand on top of the stranger's, whose fingers are teasing the hem of your bra. Joel can be sorry, but he's also going to see how decidedly not-ew the thought of being with you is.

"Whatever, Joel. You can think being my boyfriend is gross. This is fine!" You open your eyes and the look on Joel's face is one you've never seen before. At this point he isn't looking at you, he's staring daggers at the man behind you. Whoever he is seems blissfully unaware.

"Honey, I'm out of touch. I'm fucking old, you said it yourself! I don't know how to - hey, buddy, do you fucking mind?" The hand under your shirt loses its grip on you as Joel shoves the shoulder of the guy behind you. Suddenly his body unglues itself from your back.

"My bad, man. Didn't know she had a boyfriend," he shouts over the music as he disappears back into the crowd. You groan and roll your eyes.

"So sorry, Joel! Turns out when you look and act like my boyfriend, people think you really are! How embarrassing for you," you ramble into Joel's ear. You turn to walk off the dance floor, embarrassed, but before you're out of his reach Joel grabs your forearm, pulling gently until you're flush with his body. He towers over you, his eyes bore into yours.

"Please listen," he bends to speak quietly into your ear, "I'm sorry, and I mean it. We're friends, and I value that. I thought I was bantering, bein' funny. I know you don't want to be a couple at this bar. I know you want to be friends, nothing more, with me. But…" he trails off, pulling away to look at your face.

The atmosphere changes in a way that you swear is straight out of a movie. The lights pulsing and flashing are hitting Joel's face in a way that makes him even more handsome, which you'd thought previously impossible. While your beer bottle is empty, clutched into your hand that hangs limply at your side, Joel's drink is nearly full, still frosty, and dripping condensation through your shirt, soaking your lower back. Joel's eyebrows are raised, waiting for you to do or say anything. 

And then the dj changes the song. You are… intimately familiar with what begins to play and you shake your head, chuckling. What divine intervention drove the dj to start playing a song about ruining a friendship at this very moment? You have no idea, but you make a mental note to thank the universe as you smile at Joel. You push away from him for just a second, long enough to rip the label off your empty beer bottle. Joel looks confused watching you ball up the damp paper. 

You chuckle as you toss the label at Joel, it pinging off his temple before you spin your body so your back is plastered against Joel's front. 

You'll show him sexually frustrated.

Joel seems to take a second to read the situation because his body doesn't move. In fact, it goes rigid. Your hips sway against him anyway. Joel only breaks out of his spell when your arm snakes around his neck and you bury your fingers in his hair. Tugging gently on his curls seems to awaken something in him and his hands are on you in seconds. The hand clutching his beer comes to rest on your hip as the other picks up where your previous dance partner left off, creeping under your shirt and splaying across your stomach. 

"What are we doin' here, baby?" Joel rasps into your ear, his voice deeper and more strained than you're used to. "I guess I deserve you teasin' me, but two can play this game." Joel's nose prods at a spot behind your ear as he peels one cup of your bra away from your body, replacing it with his hand. Your eyes fly open to ensure no one notices, but everyone on the dance floor is busy paying attention to their own partners. Joel rolls your nipple between two fingers before giving it a flick; you try and suppress a moan.

Not to be outdone, you reach for the beer bottle in Joel's hand. You make sure Joel's eyes are locked on you as you lick a stripe up the neck of the bottle, taking a generous sip before handing it back. Joel's eyes widen and he smirks, bringing his mouth back to your ear.

"Think it goes without sayin' now, but I really don't hate the idea of people thinking you're mine," Joel accentuates his last word with a gentle nip at your earlobe that makes your head loll back onto his shoulder. 

"Are you listening to the song, Joel?" You reach up to place your hand on Joel's cheek, turning his face gently so your eyes meet.  He looks confused, but you can tell he's training his ear onto the chorus of what's playing.

I wanna ruin our friendship

We should be lovers instead

I don't know how to say this

'Cause you're really my dearest friend

Joel lowers his eyes back down to meet yours and smirks. "You an' me both, darlin'." His hand around your waist pulls you impossibly closer and you feel him grow hard against your ass. 

"Know where I last heard this song?" The final notes start to dissipate, melding seamlessly with the next song. Joel shakes his head and asks where. You smirk, nuzzling into Joel's neck before you lick a stripe up to his ear. "It's on my sex playlist."

Joel stills. You grin, giggling as he pushes you away gently. "I've gotta close out the tab," he says once he remembers how to form thoughts into words. "Meet me at the truck. And think about what song you're gonna put on once I get you home."

[eevees-hobbies]

Honeyed Kisses Against Tender Flesh (Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo) - NSFW

Author’s Note: I got carried away with this one. But shoutout to those of us who write for Hayato Suo cuz we really are working with crumbs. Like he’s whatever we say he is until we get more information. 

Synopsis: Your friend Kotoha and brother Hiragi are worried about your relationship with Suo. It all comes to a head at the beach, to your embarrassment and Suo's delight. No big deal, though; you’ll just have sex against Hiragi’s truck or whatever. 

Content Warning: I’m a really bad judge when it comes to dark content. To me, it’s a spectrum and while I don’t consider this particular story truly dark, others might. So I encourage you to read the warnings and make the best decision for yourself:

Smut with a plot, the obsessive kind of love, possessiveness, hickeys, bruises, biting, spit, enjoyment of public humiliation, teasing, licking of blood, sex/nudity in public, super brief mention of a golden shower, praising/worshipping language, unprotected sex, no-pulling out despite being asked (wrap it up, folks!), like he straight up says “nah.” 

Also, please note that you are written as Hiragi’s sister in this story. I do not expand on your relationship, so you might be his half-sister, full-sister, step-sister, adopted sister, etc. I say this for my readers who may hold a racial/ethnic identity different from Hiragi, hoping that you can still feel like this story is for you (because it is <3). Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 3.2K

Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.

On a day when you and your Bofurin friends decide to visit the beach, the unforgiving intensity of the sun makes you feel as though you’re simmering in a boiling pot. No one except you is ill-prepared; the men are wearing various colored shorts that seemingly match their personalities, and their unclothed torsos are on full, unapologetic display.

Kotoha, sitting on a beach towel next to you, is in a three-piece halter bikini set with a sheer sarong skirt that accentuates her curves. Even your brother Hiragi has abandoned his usual band shirt to showcase his well-toned arms and abs. You find it pretty horrifying but good for him, you think. 

It’s hard not to be jealous of all the bare, suntanned skin as you take inventory of your fit. You are wearing an oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants combo that covers every inch of you. Underneath your hefty clothes is a simple but cute black two-piece bikini you originally planned to show off that day. 

You are roasting under the sun's rays—and in your anger—as you glare at the person responsible for your attire: Hayato Suo. 

He’s sitting on the beach towel with you, his perfectly parted hair blowing softly against the breeze. Despite his attempt at trying to appear inconspicuous in reading his book, you can tell that he’s very much aware of your disdain for him with the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. 

Kotaho lowers her sunglasses so she’s looking at you over the rim of the frames.

“Why are you wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants at the beach of all places? I’m getting hot just looking at you.”

You shift uncomfortably, having hoped that this was not a conversation that would come up. You instinctively pull the collar of the sweatshirt higher until it’s tucked snuggly under your chin. “It’s not so bad! I just have to stay hydrated!”

Kotoha leans closer to you and lowers her voice, obviously trying not to catch the attention of Suo. “But why? Is this a cry for help because of you-know-who? Say the word, and I will scream.”

You and Kotoha have become close since you applied for a position to work at Cafe Pothos. She was your boss, but she’s also the embodiment of a girls-girl. You bonded over cooking and annoying brother figures; there wasn’t a thing you didn’t know about each other. 

So color her shocked when one day she picked up her cell phone after receiving a series of texts that were coming in rapid succession. She had assumed the sender was Umemiya, but instead, they were from you!

8:50 PM: OMG 8:50 PM: You won’t believe what just happened to meeeeeeee ihfdnf 8:51 PM: SUO! SUO! 8:52 PM: He KISSED me!  8:55 PM: HELLO?! The love of my life just put his tongue in my mouth and you HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT ANSWER!? I’m heading to the cafe right fucking now.

Kotoha was confused, not because she didn’t think you deserved the world—you deserved the world and more. She was confused because she couldn’t picture you and Suo together. He was pleasant whenever he came into the cafe, only ordering tea and always leaving a big tip. But other than that, she didn't know much about him, and no one did, and that was a difficult thing to accomplish in a small town. 

So when you finally ran into the cafe, practically colliding into the glass door as you shuffled in, Kotoha poured you a fresh cup of coffee, sat you down, and asked if you were sure about this.

Were you sure it was a good idea to date a guy who wore an eyepatch, had never been seen eating, and had a different story about his life every time he was asked? You assured her that Suo was the man of your dreams and you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. And while Kotoha may not know much about Suo, there were small moments that felt as though you were gradually building up to this kiss all along. 

The way he’d offer to walk you home even though it was out of his way, how his hand would brush up against yours and linger when passing you coins to pay for his tea, and god, that smile of his that usually didn’t reach his eyes but did when he was talking to you.

You were adamant that this was something you wanted.

You didn’t exactly come out as “official,” though. In a strange way, your relationship just “was.” 

Your friends acted as though you had always been together, and the way Suo became a constant in your life—walking you home after every shift from the cafe, texting and calling you more often, holding your hand in public, and taking you out on dates to your favorite places—made it difficult to remember what life was like before him. You quickly became the shadow of the other, and not without concern from Kotoha and Hiragi. Some would call your love for each other smothering, but to you; it was anything but that—it was perfect. 

“Everything is fine, Kotoha, I promise.”

She lets out a sigh and pulls her sunglasses back up. You can see the reflection of the guys in her dark shades—Hiragi, Umemiya, Sakura, and Kaji playing volleyball, sand kicking up as shouts of, “get that, doofus!’ and “who are you calling doofus!?”  traveling over to you but being drowned out by the roar of waves breaking shore.

A bead of sweat travels down the side of your face, and you look up at the sun, hoping to will it away with a pitiful look.

“Why not take off that burdensome outfit, sweetheart?” 

Your head snaps in the direction of Suo, the tone in his voice–thick with faux concern–alluding to the pleasure he’s getting from watching you like this. He’s all too aware of what you’re hiding—he’s the culprit who put you in this situation.

He shrugs innocently, “you’re developing sweat stains,” you follow his finger as he points at you. To your horror, giant wet spots have formed at your armpits and collar. You groan, the realization that if you don’t shed these clothes soon, you’ll likely meet your untimely demise via heatstroke—and that’s a very unsexy way to go. 

A shaky hand grips the drawstring of the sweatshirt, and you peel it off with the sweatpants following shortly after. Before you can set the clothes beside you, Kotaha lets out an audible gasp. You wince, knowing that your movements and her sharp intake of breath will surely draw the boys' attention—a result that you were trying your damnedest to avoid.

You thought Hiragi’s booming voice would be the first to reach your ears, but instead, it’s Sakura’s. 

“What happened to YOU?!” 

The volleyball spinning through the air hits him square in the chest; a loud thud has him doubling over in pain, but it’s not enough to break away Hiragi’s stare from the bruises and hickeys that litter your neck, chest, and thighs.

After gathering himself, Sakura stands up and turns his attention to Suo, “You should really keep a better watch over your girl. She’s obviously getting her butt kicked somewhere-”

Sakura is unable to finish before Hiragi interjects. He takes a step forward, and if you weren’t on sand, you’d be almost positive that the sheer force would shake the earth. “Suo, what did you do to my sister's skin?”

You stare at Hiragi, deep veins already protruding from his forehead. If looks could kill, Suo would be dead right now. You give a sideglance at your boyfriend, who has two hands raised near his head and his shoulders shrugged up to appear non-threatening. 

“I am NOT doing this right now!”  You proclaim, hurriedly picking up the keys to Hiragi’s car and padding through the sand, trying your damnedest to escape the sound of rising voices. 

Suo follows you soon after de-escalating the situation. Assuring Hiragi that he may have gotten carried away with the amount of hickeys and bruises he left on your skin wasn’t easy by any means, but you two were both consenting adults, so there wasn’t much Hiragi could do anyhow. He desperately wanted to add that you didn’t mind the bruises when they were happening to you—but that didn’t seem wise.

Hiragi’s truck is parked next to the property line between the beach and the expanse of forest. When you arrived, the parking lot was full of people, but beach-goers packed their belongings and left as the day neared its end.

Suo can’t see you as he approaches the truck's passenger side, so he assumes you’re on the driver's side. As he rounds the corner, he’s met with the sight of you bending over and attempting to fish the keys off the ground, which must have fallen. The sight of your ass completely swallowing the seat of your bikini bottoms has him suddenly leaning against the car for support and blood flowing south. Even with one eye covered, he can see the outline of your puffy pussy. The bikini is much better, he thinks to himself.

You turn around, hearing the sound of gravel shifting quietly—hoping that your brother hasn’t followed you, but it’s Suo. 

“Well, that was awk-“ you begin, but you're cut off. The fluidity and quickness of his motions still surprise and catch you off guard. He pins you in place to the truck with his body—chest to chest.  

You can see arousal churning in his eye as his now rock-hard cock presses against your thigh. At that moment, you’re thankful that the shade of the trees shrouds this side of the truck and that anyone coming from the beach would need to walk around the vehicle to catch you in the act.

For Suo, the build-up of knowing what you were trying to hide from the group and the eventual reveal of his handiwork had given him one hell of a rush. Being in on the secret was fun, but the way Hiragi’s eyes darted over your skin, the way he caught Kaji’s cheeks reddening as his eyes swept over your exposed and marked-up flesh, it was practically unbearable.

Suo’s hand tugs at the string of your bikini top, and it doesn’t take long before the flimsy fabric releases and drifts to your feet. You shiver as cool air licks at your breasts and nipples, hardening the sensitive buds upon contact. It isn’t until Suo’s warm hands cup and massage your breasts that you let out a whimper; his touch feels firm and needy, delivering pinches and squeezes to the over-sensitive and bruised flesh.

“S-someone could c-catch us!” You protest in a hushed whisper, but you’re not pushing him away—you tilt your head back to rest it against the truck and arch your spine to give him more access to you.

“They’d be so lucky,” he growls softly into your neck.

As your stomach twists in arousal and nervousness, you know that the Hayato Suo who is fondling you in the parking lot against your brother's truck is a different Hayato than the one your friends interact with. 

Suo is often poised and has immense control over his emotions, but sometimes, he gets so overcome by desire that it feels like a gaseous cloud is seeping into your pores and lungs. 

You’ve become a welcome victim to the Suo that likes to grip you so desperately that he leaves bruises, bites you so hard that sometimes it breaks the skin, and fucks you so roughly that you’re confident that you’ve experienced the closest thing you can to death.  

“Suo, we shouldn’t. They saw my bruises and the hickeys. Toma might kill you.”

“You can’t convince me that this isn’t something you want. This,” he presses two fingers against the seat of your bikini, which sink into the moistness of you, “tells me otherwise.”

Your face grows hot because he’s right. You’re not innocent in your shared dynamic like Kotoha, and Hiragi would like to think—you crave him just as much as he craves you. 

You’re just as much of a thrill-seeker as he is but you two have to be quick; anyone in your group could come looking for you any second—and nothing would destroy your arousal more than Hiragi seeing your boyfriend fucking you in public. Suo would enjoy that, though. 

It’s as though he can read your mind because Suo is pulling down your bikini bottoms so that they hang around your ankles. 

His lips are on yours, his kisses somehow hungrier than his touches. Suo kisses you as though he’s found solace against the plush of your lips and the treasure housed within your mouth. He tilts his head so his tongue can explore every inch of you deeper; he’s unapologetically devouring you.

When he finally pulls away for air, his voice is low and almost gravelly, a departure from his usual calm tone.  

“You make me become the most disrespectful version of myself, Y/N.”

His fingers roll and pinch at your nipples, but his eye is on yours. His gaze is intense, and even though he looks at you as though you are his prey and he is your predator, the last thing you want to do is look away.

He continues, “I want nothing more than to be the nice, sweet boyfriend your friends and brother want me to be, but you turn me into someone I don’t recognize.”

He’s pushing his shorts down, and you groan at the sight of him. His dick sits straight up against his abdomen with a slight curve, an aggressive vein pulsates on the side, and the crimson tip of it is smeared in an ungodly amount of precum. How can such a pretty dick look so angry? 

Without much prep or warning, he pushes into your wet sex; he’s so deep so quickly that your body jerks reactively. 

He can’t hold back the moan that escapes his lips at finally burying himself in you. His mouth has found purchase against your neck; both he and you can feel your pulse quickening, firing rapidly against his tongue as it reaches out to lick at your skin. 

“When I look at you, just as you are, I want to ruin you. So if that means I’m covering you with bruises, hickeys, or the most intimate parts of me, so be it.” 

He sinks his teeth into your neck, and the sharp pain makes your eyes roll back. The searing sensation doesn't last long as his tongue laps up the droplets of blood that bubble from the punctures.  

“Tell me that you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you,” his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs around his waist, allowing him to bounce you on his cock.. 

“H-Hayato, I’m just as obsessed with you, baby. I promise.”

And you mean it. You’ve never felt a love quite so all-consuming and suffocating. He’s explored every inch of your body; at first, the way his eyes drank you in made you squirm, but he assured you that he was simply appreciating what was his—you wouldn’t fault an art curator for appraising the Mona Lisa, would you, Y/N? No? Then let me be.

Suo has licked parts of you with enthusiasm, parts that you’d be embarrassed to admit to anyone. 

And for you, the taste of him is just as nourishing. When he pulls your head back by your hair,  his hungry eye communicating to you without him having to say it, you find yourself eagerly opening your mouth and accepting his spit on your outstretched tongue. 

The good girl muttered in his smooth voice afterward, and his infamous smile that reaches his eyes when he looks at you makes your clit twitch. 

It doesn’t matter if it’s his spit, cum, or other golden liquid of his, you want it all. 

During intimacy, Suo tears you down to the most basic, hedonistic version of yourself—his delivery never includes harsh language in the traditional sense—he would absolutely never call you out of your name. You are far too important to be called something derogatory. Sometimes you’ll refer to yourself as “his whore” or “his slutty girl,” and it will make him leak so much precum he has to catch his breath, but he hasn’t reached a point in which he has personally referred to you as those titles…yet.  

For now, he uses deft fingers and honeyed words dripping in veiled threats of orgasm denial and overstimulation to push you to the precipice of your pleasure—and you trust him to build you back up afterward with softly cooed hymns of worship and strokes of your tender skin. To Suo, you are a goddess, a deity to be revered. To Suo, you are everything. 

And it isn’t until moments like this that you see his mask slip. Your usually stoic boyfriend's mouth opening and closing in pleasure the same way that yours is, soft guttural moans escaping his lips and his brow furrowing, obviously about to lose control to you—-for you.

“You are everything, dove. You are my everything.” He groans as your silky walls clench around him, clutching him for dear life.

“You like it when I compliment you, pretty girl?”

You give him a grunt of approval, feeling yourself so close to becoming undone as he fills your head up with chants of his devotion.

At this point, each thrust has his dick bottoming out into your sopping-wet cunt. Pelvis to pelvis, you can feel every inch of you stretching to accommodate him. His maroon-colored pubic hair tickles at your skin, dampening at the contact of your slick as deep thuds from frantic thrusts fill the air.

And even though you’re only participating in a quickie, a rarity for you both, your cunt still drools just the same, streaks of it managing to glide down your inner thigh and leave droplets at his feet. 

“S-suo,” your nails dig into his shoulders, resulting in a delicious hiss from his lips. “Y-you have to pull out! You aren’t wearing a c-condom!”

Suo presses his lips to your ear; you can barely make out what he’s saying over the soft gasps and the way he’s suckling at your earlobe that he has pulled between his teeth.

“I can’t. You’re mine, and I want to fill you up. So you have to take it, dove. Take all of it.” 

And the way Suo says it, you know that he isn’t asking; he’s telling you what he plans to do to your body because you are an extension of him–you are his, and it’s his right to cum in you without silly obstacles like “protection.”

His pounding against your cervix feels animalistic, and the force of him fucking you is making the truck rock back and forth. 

You bite your lip and hold onto him for dear life as that oh-so-familiar feeling takes over. Your thighs squeeze him, and to muffle the scream bubbling up into your throat, you take a note out of Suo’s handbook and bite his shoulder so hard that he sees a hot, white flash. 

In that moment, you give each other everything—all of you becomes all of him—mixing into a mess of creamy, frothy white essence that drips down balls, legs, and thighs.

Between soft kisses on the fresh hickeys and bite marks along your neck, Suo chuckles, “Hiragi is going to be upset.”

[slayfics]

You send Katsuki nudes.

Warnings: Katsuki aged up | NSFW | Rough

1,500 words~

You hesitantly pulled out the seductive outfit you had just embarrassingly bought at the lingerie store and laid it on the bed. Your face burnt red hot just looking at it laid out.

What on earth were you thinking?

No! You couldn't chicken out now! You took a deep breath in and started to strip out of your clothes and change into the lingerie that consisted of a skirt, thong, thigh-high socks, and a lace bralette top.

"This is fine- this is fine," You repeated to yourself as you slipped on the very revealing outfit. Once on you checked yourself out in the mirror. A small squeak escaped your lips, as you hardly recognized yourself in this outfit.

You turned around to look at the outfit from behind, glancing at how the skirt was so short part of your ass was visible. You had seen many pictures of girls wearing similar styled outfits but seeing it on yourself felt foreign. You didn't think of yourself as ugly but seeing yourself as sexually attractive was new.

You couldn't deny that you felt a sense of newfound power and self-esteem. Still glancing at yourself from behind in the mirror, you bent over slightly watching the skirt ride up and expose the thong that ran between your cheeks and covered your entrance.

A new blush ran across your face at the sight, were you really going to do this? Ok ok, you took another deep breath. You would just take the pictures and then decide from there. Yeah- ok-

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it with your fingers shaking.

Damn it- it's just a picture nothing to be nervous about yet you told yourself. You sat down in front of your mirror, phone covering your face, and snapped a pic. Having another idea come to mind you stood up and placed the phone behind you angling up under your skirt.

You eagerly looked at the pictures and felt your breath catch in your throat.

They were hot.

You didn't expect to like them as much as you did. Ok- ok- you hyped yourself up. Just do it before you lose your nerve. Quickly, before you could second guess yourself you went to your text messages clicking on Katsuki's chat. You selected the two pictures and pressed send.

Tossing your phone across the room, you threw yourself on your bed and hid your face in your pillow.

Oh god-

What would he think?

Would he even respond?

It wasn't even a moment later that you heard your phone buzz. You ran off the bed to quickly look at the message.

It was Katsuki.

You felt your heart drop and adrenaline skyrocket. What would he say? You nervously unlocked your phone.

Wow. Someone wants my attention, don't they?

Your cheeks turned a flaming red as you hid your face in your knees.

AHH! What should you say back?

You tried to think of a witty response but nothing came to mind. You tried to take deep breaths, but it was no use with your heart pounding out of your chest. It was then you heard a loud explosion outside, followed by a tap at your window.

You ran to the window to see Katsuki perched on the window seal waiting for you to let him in. You opened the window and he quickly jumped in.

"Wow, looks even better in person," He grinned devilishly. You blushed and averted your gaze down to his feet. Katsuki put a finger under your chin and pulled your head up forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Tell me. What are you hoping to do in that outfit?" He asked with such an intense glare back into your eyes that your whole body shivered.

You swallowed hard trying to mask your nervousness, "You of course," you answered, voice trembling slightly.

Katsuki's devilish grin grew even wider. "Be careful what you wish for," He said, throwing you hard against the bed.

You had no time to recover from the breath being knocked out of your lungs before his tongue made its way into your mouth as if it had the sole purpose of keeping you breathless.

Your whole body felt as though it was on fire as he straddled you pinning you to the bed. It didn't make any sense to you but you craved his roughness. As if every time it was a challenge to see how much farther he would take you to your limits.

The excitement you felt by your encounters with him was indescribable and you began to think you were becoming addicted.

Katsuki pulled his lips away from yours to take in the sight of you beneath him. You tried to sit up and make contact with his lips again.

Katsuki roughly pushed your shoulders back down to the bed, "I didn't say you could get up," He snapped at you. An amused smile spread on your face at his demands. "Hu?" He grumbled.

Katsuki had been rough with you many times before but this was the first time he noticed it elicited a smile on your face.

"You- You like being mistreated don't you?" He asked, eyes widening with excitement.

You didn't respond but squirmed under him pushing your hips up to press harder into him.

Katsuki came crashing back down on you again. Hand on your throat he moved his lips close to your ear whispering, "I think we're going to make a fun pair."

You tiited your head to lick his cheek.

Katsuki shot up again looking down at you, understanding you were intentionally testing him- being a brat for him. Your gaze met his as he saw the anticipation in your eyes of his response.

He laughed heavily, "I can see you are eager to taste me, but I don't think you've earned it." He said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. You obediently palmed at his bulge through his pants.

Katsuki ran his index finger across your entrance over your panties causing you to let out a gasp and bite your lip.

"You're so excited for me it's pathetic," he laughed again as he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger into your entrance. You whimpered at his intrusion.

Continuing to press inside you with his finger he moved his thumb to rest on your clit. Your hand instinctively grabbing at his arm in anticipation.

"I'm sorry have you forgotten about me," He said commenting on how lazily you were palming at his dick now.

You moved to undo his pants causing his dick to spring free.

"Good girl," he said, as you placed a hand around his girth working all of his inches. It was then he began to make circles around your clit with his thumb while placing a second finger to curl inside you.

You whimpered harder at his touches and your hips instinctively thrust with his moments.

"You're so obedient, I could do anything I wanted with you couldn't I?" He said watching your pleasurable movements and basking in the sounds you made just for him. "Alright turn around," he said, removing his hand from you suddenly leaving your clit swollen and begging for more.

You followed his demands without a second thought as he placed you in front of him. "I know you want me because I'm going to be a pro hero someday. You can't wait to tell all your friends you fucked me," He said, placing his tip inside your entrance.

You mewled as he pressed more of his inches into you.

"Isn't that right?" he asked, craving confirmation.

Mhm~

You nodded, biting your lip as you adjusted to his girth.

"I feel bad for any men you're with in the future. Nothing can compare to the thrill of being with me," He said, moving in and out slowly teasing you to his full length.

"You're ruined now, you know that don't you?" He said down to you, as he pressed his full length into you bottoming out. A moan escaped your lips.

"But remember, you wanted this," He said, as he began to thrust hard and swiftly into you. You mewled and gasped for air as Katuski's fast thrusts left you no time to recover in between. His length and girth made you want to scream.

You found it hard to keep yourself up as he pressed into you harder. The sounds of his balls clapping against you echoed through the room along with his heavy pants and your screams of pleasure.

"Get up," he instructed suddenly and pulled you up by the shoulder. Roughly he then forced you down to the floor on your knees as he worked his hand up and down the full length of himself.

"Smile for me will you?" He said, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up as he climaxed, his release shooting out onto your face.

[no-hhamani]

Title: Home

Ship: Knock Out x Autobot! Reader x Breakdown (POLY!)

(Cant believe there's a lack of Breakdown GIFs)

You are a scout, while scouting an area with your bestfriend Bumblebee in a complex system of the underground mines, you both are forcefully separated when the structure collapsed. As you walk around the only remaining pathway trying to find a way back to your bff, you came along two mechs you haven't expected to meet

Note: Pronoun of Reader is not specified and there will be OOC!

You groaned when you came up with a dead end. Again.

You and Bumblebee were assigned to scout an abandoned human mine, now filled with pestering drones and whatnot. You were entailed that the mine is about 100 years old, give or take

From the supporting beams itself, you know it's old as fuck. Not older than you but with how short a human life span could be, it is definitely way pass their average life span.

You let out a steam of pressurized air again and went back to where you came, crossing a 'X' on the path in a poorly digitally drawn map by your wrist. You really are somewhat thankful for the tracking chip that was drilled into you, who knew it could be this handy personally?

You again looked at the map, wobbly lines of your walking pattern printed itself in a red line by the screen, only a single pulsing dot indicates of yourself. With your signals and comms disrupted by the fallen debrees earlier, it would have been easy tracking your partner and other forms of sentient beings that could possibly surround you right at this moment or you could have just commed the team and sens a SOS signal but bad luck seems to follow you in dark damp places. Ugh

You turned off the screen and continued trecking on dark paths, it took for a silent while before you started humming and murmuring the song with the tongue of Old Cybertron. It's a song with the oldest language you have learned.

Your scouting program in your processor warned you of such action, which is logical but you're tired. The war is going on for too long and you just want to go back to the times of festivals and bantering with old friends.

Humming such a lively tune warmed up the constricting pressure in any mech or femm's spark. The tune where it reminds of home

You hummed and hummed. Slowly trecking the long tunnel before you stopped and heard familiar voices far ahead and chuckled.

You moved fast but silent, drawing in closer by the dim light and quickly jumping by the corner when you knew they were present

"GLITCHES!" You whooped, immediately dodging a large fist with a loud laugh

"[NAME]! WHAT IN THE DESIGNATION OF PRIMUS WAS THAT FOR?!" Knock Out huffed, holding back the larger mech by the arm to avoid him toppling over you

"Hey, I heard you guys and thought why not?" You chuckled, which earned you a falling mech on you and you squawked

"I should've let him hit you" Knock Out groaned, crossing his arms as he watches the other two grounders piled on the ground

"Miss you too guys" You huffed and hugged the mech on top of you who snorted and did a noogie on your head, that definitely would have scratched your paint off "Nah we miss you more" Breakdown sighed and contently laid down on top of you

"Up Big Boy, you dont want to pressurize [Name] into a flat sheet of metal" Knock Out smirked and watched Breakdown slowly stand up, both then holding a hand out for you as you stood up with their help

"I'd still look pretty as a flat sheet" you chuckled and rotated your door wings to get the debrees out in between cracks which earned you two different actions from them

The three of you then hugged eachother, nuzzling eachother's armor as each bonded sparks hummed a happy and content melody. A melody like home

"Scratch my paint or else."

You and Breakdown froze and took a big gulp

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

You, Breakdown and KnockOut have been conjunxes before the war, but have been separated during the Decepticon uprising.

You had joined the Autobots when the bombing and raid had started, thinking your conjunxes had also joined in but you haven't seen any of them

Only when the war had started to worsen when you caught a glimpse of them with a Decepticon symbol as they boarded a ship

Due to being in different factions, you had tried to secretly meet them in order to avoid suspiciouns from each side. Soon you and your conjunxes saw eachother with relief, they thought you were somewhere safe and hadn't joined any factions. They both had joined in the faction willingly, also thinking they could have found you earlier and kept you safe if they ever found you

From there on, you had kept secret of having conjunxes and them for having a third one. It avoided the affair of cross-faction relationships that could be used against any of you. So, you guys had secretly met up once in awhile

It hurted your spark to be so far away from them, and so were they. But, it kept you all safe.

During the war, with your small frame and a grounder alt mode. You had taken up a scouting role, soon meeting Bumblebee, a young spark, in one of your missions and you both became friends. Soon becoming partners in every mission you went out to

Bumblee actually followed you one time when you sneaked out and found out you're in a relationship with decepticons and he hadn't told anyone. Even you

When the war is finally over, everyone who you were close to were shocked when you kissed each of your conjunx infront of them, while Bumblee is just in the sidelines clapping, happy that his best friend is finally free to love

[seneon]

orter madl…bratty reader…brat taming without the seggs….degradation…please….

note. thank you mars for the very inspiring request and words. i am sen n i will serve you a super short orter drabble

orter mádl has his own special way to put your bratty personality into place. the whole kingdom knows his heart intertwines with a rather difficult woman who harbours a fiery persona, and it will always be a mystery how the divine visionary could tolerate such blazing flames.

well that's easy. always and forever will be easy to orter. all he needs to do is become as soft as melting ice creams and dissolving cotton candies. everytime he's so gentle with you, it confuses you and you forgot your heart is set ablaze. the flame will be replaced on your cheek instead of your persona.

but then again, orter mádl isn't exactly known in the area for being the nicest man. so he only does it whenever the two of you are alone, just like the other affectionate things he performs to race your fiery little heart.

orter reaches his hands out to poke your forehead with his fingers, earning an often glare from your eyes that burns into him. he then slides his fingers down your nose, a shiver coursing throughout your body from the touch on your nose.

"i heard you the first time. no need to get so angry and scold," his voice laced with the poison of nonchalance as his fingers gave your nose a little squeeze then a poke. that one simple gesture has your lips sealed shut like a good girl.

the moment orter notices your feistiness ceased under his wizardry, he lets out a scoff and gives your forehead a flick with his fingers. "look at you... all red. how cute."

"oh shut your mouth..." your own fingers moved up to touch the surfacing sting, rubbing over it to ease the sting. "boo hoo, you shouldn't talk. it's making me all fuzzy on the inside."

"that's really good. now if you'd tear that murderous glare off your face, i'll buy you your desired lipstick."

the glare disappears in no more quicker than a second and heaven forbid you resist his tempting words. of course, orter will get you whatever you wanted the most with no hesitation whatsoever. he simply just found a new way to put his authority to use. again, all he needed to do for you to oblige to him is be the complete opposite of what you are.

© SENEON 2024 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[class-1b-bull]

Rating class 1Bs casual/daily wear!

Awase/Sen

Awase - 8/10 his fit is a vibe but I wish his jacket was either a little longer or a little shorter because its in a weird middle place. Also he looks weird without his headband ngl

Sen - 9/10 pretty good fit. Kinda basic but I think it works well for him I dont rlly like the shoes tho

Kamakiri/Kuroiro

Kamakiri - 10/10 no words need to be said his fit is amazing and he looks great in it

Kuroiro - 9/10 minus a point because it would be better with some jewelry in my opinion

Kendo/Kodai

Kendo - 10/10 the shoes are a little weird but it somehow makes the fit honestly. Love it.

Kodai - 10/10 I love when people wear turtlenecks and overall she looks nice

Komori/Shiozaki

Komori - 10/10 she gorgeous, it fits her character, its unique and I love it

Shiozaki - 10/10 I feel like im giving out too many ten outa tens but they all look so nice!

Shishida/Shoda

Shishida - 9/10 very classy and I like the look but if it was colored I feel like it would be very monochrome-y ykyk

Shoda - 9/10 something in the fit is bothering me but I cant tell what rip. Looks good tho!

Pony/Tsubaraba

Pony - 10/10 she looks so good! It fits her personality and overall is a nice outfit

Tsubaraba - 8/10 minus two points because its kinda bland and I have unironically wore this exact fit multiple times so

Tetsutetsu/Tokage

Tetsutetsu - 8/10 I dont really like the shoes but the rest of the fit is pretty good!

Tokage - 9/10 shes beautiful and her outfit is too but it doesn't look like she has socks on

Manga/Honenuki

Manga - 9/10 i like the fit but how tf does his hat stay on if hes 2D?

Honenuki - 8/10 hes standing like a toddler that just got put in time out or like a final boss in a game or something lmao. Anyways good fit but there one or two little things that bugs me

Bondo/Monoma

Bondo - 6/10 his undershirt looks annoying and those types of jackets are loud as fuck

Monoma - 3/10 dont get me wrong the fit is nice but its really disappointing after seeing his hero costume yk? Im not expecting him to walk around in a full blown tux but this is just a shirt and shorts?! Wheres the flair?!

Reiko/Rin

Reiko - 9/10 she looks amazing but her shoes are non existent (and so are her feet apparently)

Rin - 9/10 I love the look all the way through but the shoes hurt my soul. They look like those shoes people wear at lakes. Water shoes i think their called? Idkidk.

[matttheratkingart]

Gonna move all my Pregnant!Sentomaru au stuff from Twitter to here and since there is! A lot! It's going under the cut

- So Sentomaru gets pregnant post egghead during a grief fueled one night stand and didn't even realize anything was up until about two months in

-Decides to keep it because he's already lost all the family he had, he's not giving up the chance for a new one. He won't give up his child the way he was given up

- He finds a small village with a good midwife that he can tuck away into, makes a living fixing the folks' appliances and such, mostly sticks to himself if possible. Everyone is friendly enough but he has never grasped social graces and he's not about to start at 34

- He thinks about calling Borsalino many times during his term but he always ends up stopping just short of reaching for the snail. He can't trust Borsalino anymore, especially with this. He's never had something that is just his before, not even himself, and the little one inside of him is all he has left now

- He starts to grow out his hair from the style he's had since he was a child so he can be someone new for his baby when she's born (it's a little girl he calls Nori)

-When Borsalino (who was forced out of his grieving period and told to find his nephew and make amends by Issho) finally gets forgiven and allowed back into Sen's life he's like who is the father and Sen refuses to tell him saying it was a drunken one time thing (Bors: my little boy 🥺 drinking? having one night stands??? 😭 How did this happen??? Sen: I'M THIRTY FIVE)

- The baby is a kicker. Anyone touches Sen's belly she's kicking like she's trying to protect her daddy from the inside.

Borsalino touching Sen's belly: and how's the little rice ball today

Nori: beats the fuck out of his hand

Sentomaru: Uncle stop you're riling her up

- During a real late night when the baby is extra active the closer to her due date and Sen is overtired+ uncomfortable+miserable he let's slip to Issho, who has grown to be a true confidante, who the father is. Borsalino overhears and nearly blinds anyone walking by the house in his rage

- Turns out after Egghead Sentomaru ran into Kuzan, who recognized Sen from when he'd come to HQ to report for VP/visit Kizaru, and. Well.

- By the time Sen realized he was pregnant he was long gone from Kuzan and had no way to reach him, and it wasn’t worth it to go looking. Sen would rather just focus on his baby and getting his life together.

-Borsalino uuuuuuuuh feels differently!!!!!

- Bors crashing into the middle of Pirate Island in a blinding light of glory: WHERE IS HE. WHERE IS THE BASTARD WHO KNOCKED UP MY NEPHEW

- The crew: huh

Blackbeard: Huh????

Kuzan: HUH

- Sentomaru this 🤏 close to going into labor: WHERE THE FUCK IS OJIKI

Borsalino across the ocean shooting lasers at Kuzan: TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS AOKIJI

Kuzan: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

- Borsalino drags Kuzan back to Sentomaru and its the catalyst for Sen to go into labor jgzsutsititsstiits

Sentomaru: WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE- *water breaks* OH FUCK.

Bors Kuzan and Issho: OH FUCK

-The midwife when she gets there: only one other person in the room with us

Borsalino and Kuzan: Me-

Sentomaru: NO. FUCK YOU BOTH STAND OUTSIDE. ISSHO GET OVER HERE

Issho: ????? Ok but I don't know what a blind man will be able to do to help

- After many hours of labor little Nori is born, healthy and crying w a little thatch of black curls on her head. Sen is a blubbering mess and refuses to let her go. Borsalino is also a mess, cooing at his grand-niece, Issho on Sen's other side smiling at the joy in the room. Kuzan is in the doorway, unsure where he fits into all of this, but unable to look away from his child. And there's no doubt it's his; brown skin and dark curls, though something in the face that is distinctly Sentomaru. She's beautiful and he's overwhelmed

-Only after Issho basically strong arms Borsalino out of the room does Kuzan get closer. Sen, tired and wary, watches him pull the chair in the room next to the bed and sit down. For a while neither of them speak, unsure where to start

- Sentomaru: I wasn’t expecting to see you again

Kuzan: well, your uncle is very insistent

Sentomaru: tch, stubborn old fool

Kuzan: you really been doing this all by yourself?

Sentomaru shrugs: some. Uncle and Issho have helped

Kuzan: and you didnt think to find me?

Sen: why would I? I didn’t know where you were. And… what would be the point if it turned out you didn’t want anything to do with it anyways.

Kuzan: ….. hm. So what now?

Sen heaves a sigh, rubs his face: I don’t know. I didn’t factor you into this

Kuzan: mind if I stick around until you figure it out?

Sentomaru: you want to stay? What about the Blackbeard pirates?

Kuzan: eh, I never liked any of those bastards anyways. And… *he looks down at Nori, sleeping tucked up against Sen* I think this is more important.

Sen: …. Fine. We’ll find somewhere for you.

Kuzan: okay

Sen: and….. no funny business, alright? You’re just here to help. For Nori’s sake.

Kuzan: Sure. But you did just spend 6 hours giving birth to our kid, so don’t be too mad when I do this-

He kisses Sen, gently, brief

Sen blushing: whatever. Just don’t do it again

Kuzan smiles: of course not. Only if you ask

Sen still blushing: I won’t, you weirdo.

- True to his word, Kuzan is there to help, his propensity for napping in the day means he can be up at night when Nori needs to be fed or changed, though he ends up falling asleep w her on his chest until the next one in the rotation comes in and has to wake him up. Bors and Issho are also great grandparents even if none of them know what they're doing (at one point Bors gets worried bc "she's so small and I'm so tall what if I drop her" "you wont""but what if I do""... oh God what if you do" cue them squatting on the ground all day)

- As Nori grows and Kuzan sticks around he and Sentomaru develop a... friendly dynamic. In tuned parents. But it's definitely VERY charged

-Sleep deprived Sentomaru passing Kuzan Nori at 3 am for her changing, kisses her cheek goodnight and without thinking kisses Kuzan's cheek too. Does NOT realize that he did that until he's in bed and he's SO mortified he can't look at Kuzan at all the next morning kydkydkydkyd

[qiutls]

TNGDH 017

In fact the owner of the flower has been decided from the beginning, so there was no need to deliberate. I'll give it to you, okay? Since you helped me attend the banquet as exchange for it. After all I'm a law-abiding citizen of Korea, I don't break my promises.

"Here, Your Highness."

The entrance fee for this banquet.

I gave Belial the white flower with a bitter face. Still, he is indeed a prince, if he didn't get a single flower, it would be quite embarrassing.

"I'm giving it to you as I promised."

Belial glanced at me with soft eyes and smiled slightly with his eyes bent like crescent moons. It seemed like a graceful gaze that would melt anyone who was looked at.

"Thank you."

Hey, don't act too moved. Why are you so touched? It's not like it was a surprise gift.

Belial cut the stem of the flower short and inserted it onbliquely in the front pocket of his coat. I was wondering why despite his flashy clothes, he didn't wear a corsage, now I see why. This bastard planned this from the start.

"Receiving the symbol of respect from a subject of the Blake estate sure feels quite refreshing."

Belial turned his head slightly towards Kyle and asked,

"Don't you think so?"

He seemed to be quite excited to have an opportunity to be condescending. What are you a kid? Are you actually going to brag about a flower?

Kyle on the other hand didn't that much interested in his gloating and replied bluntly,

"Congratulations."

It was a tone that didn't seem congratulatory at all. His red eyes turned to look at me berating my actions.

What? What was I supposed to do? You already have a lot of white flowers from the citizens of the duchy. Look at your basket filled to the brim. So please spare this one flower, okay?

"What are you going to do with that one?"

Kyle pointed towards me, to be exact, he pointed at the red flower sitting in my hand.

I stood still and continued to grasp the red flower, while everyone else was giving it to others, asking for a dance.

Sen said this flower symbolizes love. But I don't have anyone I 'love' right now. Even as the human Bae Soohyun, I had built a Great Wall around me, rejecting any possible affection.

"I'm not giving it to anyone."

I said flatly.

Why are you asking? I'm not giving it to you. I'm not giving it to others as well. This is mine.

To make matters worse, Belial also anticipated my next actions. Apparently, Sen gave both flowers to him.

I already gave you one, and you still want more? You two brothers have no conscience! Are you toddlers? Stop competing for a flower! 

"....."

I really didn't want to give it to anyone, but how am I supposed to reject both the grand duke and the prince.

Can't you guys just pretend not to know? Let's just skip this, get rid of those competitive gazes. I sighed deeply, then put the stem in my mouth.

I am not giving it away! It's mine!

"Euf yeu reely weant it, then teuk it."

*he's biting the flower stem so he can't talk properly XD  'If you really want it, then take it.'*

...Well, I think the pronounciation was fine.

Even if I said it like that, it was understandable right? I turned my head away after seeing the glances from the crown. Get lost! Go and keep dancing, why are you looking this way.

"Pff- hahaha!"

Belial burst into laughter.

"Everything you do is really so strange, I didn't know there was such an interesting person in the North."

Kyle's eyes suddenly brightened, then he stepped in between me and Belial as if to block him, and offered me a red flower.

....Wait, what? Why are you giving that to me?

"Can I have your first dance of the day?"

Wait a minute!

"The music will start soon, will you accompany me for a dance?"

Stop!

Hey! This isn't right! Why are you asking me to dance out of all the people here. I can't even answer you properly because I'm biting a flower!

Kyle grabbed me by the arm, not even waiting for my reply. Before I knew it we were on the dance floor, and receiving strange looks from everyone.

...That's right, isn't it weird if the Duke of Blake, chose some unidentified man as his dance partner.

I'm doomed.

"I- I heuv never deunced befeur."

I've never danced before! Let me go, you punk.

Of course, there was no way he could have understood.

"Wheuy deu yeu weunt to deunce with me!"

Why do you want to dance me with me? There's a lot to choose from!

This time seems like Kyle understoon perfectly even though I said it with clenched teeth.

"Why do I want to dance with you? Because out of all the people here, you were the only one who...."

Kyle leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"What was it that you said? My companion?"

Fuck. This damn situation is...

I wanted to refute his statement but the flowers were in the way. When I moved my hand to remove it, he grasped my arm and put it on his waist. My other hand was also trapped in his as he lead me to dance.

Soon, at the sound of the music, we along with the other people in the dance floor began to spin like dolls in a music box. 

We moved with the cheerful waltz beat... And I kept stepping on Kyle's feet. I can't help it, I've never dance before. This kind of fast paced beat is sure to break my legs.

Stomp.

I stepped on his foot again, this time it was much harder than before, but Kyle didn't seem to be in pain. Well what else can he do, except endure.

"Why did you say that back then?"

"....."

Because I was confessing that I was your pet! Your pet hamster! This mouth of mine is the problem. Ah! Why did you say that Bae Soohyun.

This time I stepped on his foot on purpose, as payback.

"Come to think of it, you look strangely like someone I know?"

Suddenly Kyle lifted me slightly and let my feet step on his. We continued dancing like this. Well, more like he continued, since he was the only one moving.

'Am I not heavy?'

Anyways, thanks to this, I felt more comfortable. Now all I have to do is stick to him and not worry about following the beat.

Of course, the distance between us bothered me a bit. His bangs often brushed against my forehead and it made my heart feel itchy.

By the way, what do you mean I look like someone? Everywhere you look, all the face you'd see are westerners, where could you have found a face that resembles an Asian like me?

'... Don't tell me, you think I resemble your hamster?'

Ey, that's impossible, it's a different species. Hm, I guess there's really someone in the Blake estate who looks like me.

"Isn't that statement quite brazen of you?"

...Oh, you sly man. You're really fiendish.

Kyle said in a low tone,

"So, what do you think?"

His voice was cold and intimidating. I felt extreme pressure and my body was trembling as if my whole body's blood was being drained out.

I shrank reflexively.

N-no, but there's really nothing to say. I was originally going to ask if you thought I looked like your pet hamster, but now I don't think I can.

And this damn flower. This damn flower is my enemy. I'm glad I didn't drool on my shoes. That's right don't talk to me, or else I might drool on your shoes too.

"I think yeur just jeuking."

I think your just joking.

Right? It should be. Don't pry into me anymore, lest you get an idea.

"That's right, I was kidding."

Kyle's eyes narrowed, I didn't know if he was smiling or threatening.

"I guess it's time I take the flower now."

His head got closer and at that moment, I forgot I was on the dance floor. When his face filled my entire vision, I couldn't even hear the music the was originally loud.

It felt like we were the only ones who existed in the world at that moment.

"....."

Kyle seemed to move slowly. His face came close enough for us to touch foreheads and his eyelashes fanned my cheeks. He tilted his head slightly and took the red flower that had been in my mouth, our posture looked as if we were kissing.

"This... What..."

I closed my eyes and felt our noses touch. Soon, I opened my eyes and realized I lost the flower. What the hell?

Before I could argue, he pushed me away slightly and spun me around. While I was turning around to the sound of the violin, he broke the stem of the flower and placed it on his front pocket, just like what Belial did earlier.

Kyle did the job skillfully with just one lap of turn, grasped my hand and pulled me back in again. As soon as my body tilted, I stumbled and stepped on his foot again. He's such a great dancer, meanwhile I...

"What are you going to do if a rumour spreads that the Grand Duke of the North is into men?"

It seems like the north will be thrown into chaos as soon as word gets out.

Kyle answered my question blankly as if it was a small matter.

"I can afford to not have children nor a family, unlike some people."

"But aren't you the lord?"

"The North does not rely on lineage to choose it's leaders. Only the strongest can rule here."

"Ah right..."

I answered awkwardly. Let's just keep quiet.

"What's your name?"

"It's... Shu."

I said half-heartedly and looked away for fear that he might discover something.

The first song came to an end, and the crowd seemed to be a bit more active, looking for partners for the next dance. From the gap, I saw Belial and Sen move toward the dance floor.

'Hey System, how much time do I have left?'

[ "Summon" will end in approximately 10 minutes. ]

"....What?!"

10 minutes? That's not enough!

[ Would you like to buy an item from the 'Nut Shop'? ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧ ]

There's no choice, the chandelier incident still hasn't been prevented. I sighed deeply and bought what I saw earlier.

[ Long-lasting Acorn cookie, consumes 1% miracle value, purchasing this item grants an extension of 1 hour for the skill "Summon." ]

A small snack came straight into my pocket.

"It really looks like an acorn."

I unwrapped the package and put it in my mouth without hesitation. 

....Tastes like acorns, but a bit bland.

"Well, I guess dancing to one song would be fine. As I told you, I'm not a good dancer."

"Don't worry, it's fine. I'll lead."

Belial bent down and offered out his arm for Sen to hold. The two of them seemed to be going to the dance floor this time.

'... Don't.'

My anxious gaze flew to the chandelier.

'You can't dance there.'

There's really no choice in this damned life, I thought as I reached out to Kyle.

"Please dance with me one more time, Your Highness."

Punk, let's do one more round.

t/n: i might not be able to post tomorrow since i'll be away the whole day, so here's an early update ! :D

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 23

The day was warm and clear.

I stood before Belial, Sen, and the carriage at the castle entrance. Sen, who was gazing up at the castle, wore a thick velvet cloak and had her hair lightly tied up.

As if to prove the description within <Winter’s Heart> was not an exaggeration, she who stood before the Northern sun was more beautiful than ever.

Even a proud prince would fall in love with her. In fact, even the prince may not be worthy of Sen.

“Thank you very much, Your Highness the Grand Duke. ……I apologize for leaving so suddenly.”

Kyle looked down at Sen with his signature reticent expression.

Despite receiving no response back, Sen smiled. Perhaps because it looked as if Kyle was supporting her in silence.

Kyle Blake was that kind of person. Contrary to his cold and blunt attitude, he was someone who truly worried and cared for his people.

Sen smiled brightly.

“I will do well no matter where I am. I will never forget the favor you have given me.”

“Good.”

Kyle replied blandly, but the short response and his gaze conveyed the feelings he had for the one who had been one of his people until now.

I did not talk with Sen. After all, we have already said what was needed to be said and heard out one another. So all we did was exchange a reassuring glance with each other one last time.

Belial stood quietly. He briefly came over to thank me for saving him during the chandelier incident, and then gave Kyle a smug look while exchanging a few words in an arrogant tone. Despite this, the atmosphere between the two was not as heavy as it had been in the study.

Kyle also didn’t seem to want to create any trouble so he held out his hand as a goodbye to Belial.

Yeah, yeah. You must be happy to take Sen with you. Don’t regret it and come crying later and live well. Don’t act rash even if you are going to take revenge, and don’t bother Kyle anymore.

I glared at Belial for him to hurry up and leave. Thankfully, he quickly left as I had hoped. Seeing the carriage move far into the distance gave me a sense of relief.

“I thought something would happen.”

“My words exactly. It’s as if I grew 10 years older…….”

“I still dream about the chandelier. Damn it…….”

Hearing that, I felt Kyle staring at me. I was glad that my back was turned towards him to not be burdened with that gaze.

However, my eyes were still fixed on the carriage. It felt strange to see the carriage move further and further away, slowly turning into a black dot. Why did it look as if it were being swallowed by the fog.

‘……Whatever. I’m just having useless worries.’

The biggest problem is me, who had to live most of the day as a hamster after all.

“You asked me to follow you to the study for a moment to check on the demonic beast, right?”

Kyle caught on my signal that I wanted us to quickly leave. I only had two hours a day. Time is gold so let’s go, Your Highness the Grand Duke.

If it was the inside of the castle, I now knew all the routes like the back of my hand. It was all thanks to my previous life’s ability to find the cafeteria no matter where I was in the company. Office workers who lack energy always do their best to walk even a single step less.

“Let’s see. This way should be the fastest?”

I walked ahead with long strides. Of course, to Kyle, this would be like a duck showing off in front of a swan, but he decided to follow me from behind.

Soon we went up the stairs to the study. Climbing up the spiral staircase, climbing up more, climbing……

……My steps began to slow down. To be more accurate, I began to slow down from the fifteenth step. It seemed even my office worker’s stamina was brought over with the ‘Summon’ skill……

“Shit. What kind of place doesn’t have an escalator…….”

“Hm?”

Kyle came close. I grumbled back.

“Well, it’s nothing special.”

You don’t even know what an escalator is. Sigh, tsk. As expected of a countryside Northern hillbilly. 

“The stairs move on its own, carrying people all the way up to the top without needing them to climb.”

“…….”

Kyle looked at me as if he had just heard the biggest joke of the century, and then picked me up.

“The stairs won’t move as they are stuck to the wall, but I understand that you are feeling tired.”

“No wait, excuse me…….”

He just picked me up like some luggage.

I glanced at Kyle once and then at the top of the stairs in the distance once, and quickly put aside my resistance. Well, we’re only going to the study so what’s the issue anyway.

While he steadily climbed the stairs, I opened the store.

[Love Love Corner~❤]

……I will never get used to this.

[Current Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×323]

[Replica hamster to sooth the loneliness (Duration : 30 minutes) ｜ ❤×100]

Hold on, the last time I saw it was 320 hearts. Where did the other three hearts come from? Does it increase on its own too?

No matter how much it increased, it was still barely 300 hearts. To need 100 for a single replica hamster…… this would mean it would take a third of what I have now.

How expensive, really expensive.

I glared into a random space in the air.

Do something about the price.

[(〃｀ 3′〃)]

Why. Let’s be honest here, this isn’t cheap at all. And the fact that it’s specifically the replica hamster that I need right now to be so expensive.

……Huh? Wait a second.

[（*゜ー゜*）]

Don’t avoid my eyes.

I narrowed my eyes at the system and hesitantly purchased the replica hamster. Then, a system window decorated with pink hearts popped up.

[‘Replica hamster to sooth the loneliness’ has been stored into the inventory!]

‘No. That’s not it!’

You’ve got to put it in the cage, not the inventory! If I pretended to take my hand out of the pocket and say, ‘Ta-da, your hamster is here~’…… the moment I say ‘ta-da’ would be the moment when my head flies off. Do you not know of Kyle’s personality!?

[‘Replica hamster to sooth the loneliness’ has been stored into the inventory!]

How shameless.

“Haaa…….”

Kyle’s arm slightly shook as he heard my sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“It sure is hard to make a living.”

“Do you lack in money?”

“I wouldn’t say I have a lot for sure. So, in return for taking care of the demonic beast, please pay me plenty.”

As I said that, Kyle opened the door to the study with the other arm that wasn’t holding me.

“I asked for your help first, so I have no intention of providing just a small compensation for your work.”

Good. I couldn’t use my first payment since I have transmigrated, earning Miracle Points was painfully difficult, and the Love Love whatever spent one point every three minutes. I hope to earn a lot of money from now on.

“I will look forward to it.”

We stood in front of the hamster house. Naturally, he began to look for Cashew by lifting up the nest and other items in the house.

“Where did it go?”

It’s obviously not there, you dunce. Because I’m over here.

I imagined pounding myself in the heart with my fist in frustration. I can’t even tell you that I’m your pet hamster. I’d love to tell you but I can’t!

Anyway, move out of the way.

“If you search so abruptly, wouldn’t the beast be surprised and scared.”

Kyle’s hand paused in place. He then nodded in agreement.

“……That makes sense. I’m sorry.”

The apology was most likely towards Cashew. Well, Cashew was also me though.

I nudged him out of the way and carefully patted around the sawdust. How to take out the replica as discreetly as possible……

“You can just touch it. It's clean.”

He said with pride in his voice.

“Cashew potty-trained itself. Isn’t it a genius?”

……Are you crazy? If I went to the bathroom anywhere I wanted, I’d be a beast not a human…… you might be right, in your eyes I must look like a genius.

I looked at him with conflicting emotions in my heart. Kyle truly seemed happy.

“Sooner or later, it’ll start talking too. How cute and clever it is.”

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×224]

Wouldn’t it be strange if it started talking? No way would a demonic beast would speak like a human. My baby has already called me ‘dad’! Is this what you wanted to happen?

You must be plenty happy just thinking about it……

“You look like you’d cry in happiness if your demonic beast really started talking.”

Kyle quieted down for a moment. It seemed he was really imagining what it would be like if Cashew started talking. What was there to imagine though. Can’t you see me chattering away.

While he was occupied, I quickly took out the replica hamster.

“Ah, here it is.”

Act natural. Act natural.

I’m a magician. I was a magician in my past life. I was a magician that shocked the whole nation with a single dove, a piece of cloth, and a hat. I could definitely fool at least one Northern Grand Duke as easy as blowing my own nose.

I pretended to carefully look over the replica hamster in my hands.

‘Hmm.’

This was rather detailed. It breathed, blinked, and moved around like an actual hamster.

When I flipped the replica over to pretend to examine its stomach, Kyle muttered something strange.

“Something’s a little different…….”

I flinched for a moment. ……He knew the difference? What was different? The appearance? Or its behavior?

The replica hamster cried out a squeak. See, the replica could also squeak. Even the voice sounded the same.

However, Kyle frowned even more after hearing it.

“I wonder if it’s hurting anywhere? It’s usually not this quiet.”

“How do you know?”

The system could take note of the difference. Now, give me a thorough feedback.

Kyle’s response was unexpected.

“I know it through love.”

“Love…….”

He was completely charmed. ……I will never get used to this.

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×225]

Different from the Miracle Points, Hearts could increase without doing anything. Right, let’s cheer up. Who knows when another expensive item will appear.

I glanced at Kyle, turned my back slightly, and moved the replica hamster around to pretend to check on it.

“Let’s see, our cute demonic beast.”

Kyle spoke softly behind me.

“My demonic beast.”

Whatever. Stop being possessive and giving me envious looks.

“There are no problems and it is very healthy. However, its weight is a little…….”

Did I really eat that much? I’m starting to feel guilty now that I’m saying it out loud.

“He’s a bit chubby, but there shouldn’t be any problems. You can just leave it alone for now. Since it is in its growth stage, don’t feed it only vegetables. Raw food can also ruin its stomach. Surely you’re not giving it any mealworms or other live food, right? ”

Kyle flinched.

“……I heard rodents like those kinds of stuff. It can learn to hunt too.”

“How savage. Are you planning to raise and release it in the North in the future?”

I spoke harshly on purpose as I carefully placed the replica hamster back into its house.

“Don’t give it anything weird and feed it what humans would eat. Cooked beef, chicken, or something. Demonic beasts can eat oily food quite well so there is no need to feed it only boiled food. ”

That’s right. Boiled food tastes bad. Would telling him to season it be taking things too far?

“Give it some fruits too.”

Kyle listened and nodded seriously.

“Yes, then I’ll do that. But since Sen is no longer here, it would be difficult to procure all those things…….”

He glanced at me as if asking me to take care of it myself. It’s important to meet Kyle in person like this often anyways, and two hours would be more than enough each day.

I nodded with an earnest expression on my face. All for the sake of a quality life of a pet hamster.

“Thank you.”

Kyle said honestly.

“How should I say this…… Right, thanks to you, I can let go one of my worries. In return for caring for Cashew, is there anything you want?”

What is there to think about.

The price of all hard work is, of course,

“Money.”

I flipped my hand and formed a circle using my thumb and index finger as I said that.

“Money is good enough.”

“…….”

“If possible, a lot.”

Now, let’s start shaking the duke’s wallet upside down. If you want to keep a pet hamster, you have to have a lot of money, alright?

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[skipper19]

Imagine this..

Matthew Murdock has always been such a close friend of yours, and only recently have you both begun dating. It wasn't a spontaneous decision or one made from desperation. Both of you truly love one another. You have just been dancing around the matter for far too long. The teasing you received from Foggy was relentless..

Despite knowing Matt's "night job" and the incredibly enhanced senses that he has, you were adamant that he didn't know what you truly looked like. Not only your face, but your body. Matt could sense your heart beating too fast, an ankle that is swelling, footsteps from downstairs, yet you were positive that he didn't know you were on the chubbier scale. You two haven't been an official couple for too long, and so not many intimate moments have happened.

Tonight, though, everything came crashing down around you. The damn broke, and water flooded the land so violently that these salty tears had you bent grasping your stomach.

You had gone out with Matt and his team. Everything was going so well. You even won a game of pull against some guy who claimed he was the best. All of this came to a halt when you overheard a group of ladies nearby talking about you. Each one had something to say. You were too short, your clothes didn't match, your fashion was ugly, Matt would be better with one of them, you were just too fat to be his girlfriend. You had tears welling up in your eyes, and you held back a sob as you excused yourself from everyone else. Matt noticed your shallow breaths and quickened pulse, but you ran away before he could say a word.

Matt shot a glare in the direction of the women, despite having his glasses on. Matt heard every word they said. Of course he did. He wasn't that drunk. Matt gave Foggy his pool stick and rushed after you. Matt followed your path that led him to the backdoor, where he could hear your sobs through the door. He quickly exited the building via the door and stepped into the alleyway. As he approached you, the smell of cortisol poured from you. Matt was reluctant to hold you in case that would be crossing a barrier at the moment, but it was getting really damn hard to just stand and do nothing as you sob.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. You practically threw yourself into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck as you cried into his eck. Matt didn't hesitate to hold you close and soothingly caress your back and hair. When your crying finally came to a standstill, Matt asked the big question. "What happened?" He mumbled into your hair.

You immediately froze, clutching him close to your chest as you sniffed. "I'm not..as pretty as you think I am.." You whispered into his warm skin. It took Matt a moment to process what you had said, but once he did, he pulled away from you. The look on his face was stern and frustrated. "Who told you that you aren't pretty?" Matt asked. You only shook your head wiped your eyes.

"No one needs to tell me..mirror's exist." Matt only scoffed at this answer and shook his head in disbelief. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." He bitterly chuckles. "Matt.. you don't know what I look like. That's the only reason why -" Your lip started to quiver once again. "Don't. Finish that sentence." Matt's voice was demanding, you immediately shut your mouth.

"I'm with you because you are a beautiful woman. You have such a bright laugh that makes me melt. Your humming lulls me to sleep every time you do it, not to mention this body that I get to feel against my own." He gently smirks as his hands wander up my shirt slightly. You swat at his hands yet can't help but grin from his words. "But what I really love is your personality." He says with a loving sigh.

You erupt into tears once again, yet this time, they are from happiness. Matt runs his hands up and down your body and explores your face. He kisses your cheeks and then your shoulders, leading to your fingertips. Matt may not be able to see,but he can feel and sense things. The love radiating off of you was simple enough to make Matt fall in love. Not to mention the way you feel under his palms. You're not the skinniest woman out there, but who gives a shit?

[sencrose]

hihi sen! dropping by hoping you had a wonderful 추석!! but also to ask you which one of your eras/looks is gojo's personal fav as your biggest fanboy (and which one of your looks is his fav as your boyfriend? owo)

bonus q: what's his fav song of yours? is it a ballad, or upbeat?

bitti!! i had a great 추석, and i hope you had a great one as well!

you have no idea how much i've been thinking about this all day. like i saw this on my commute and it plagued my mind while i was at work and i just daydreamed about this/scrolled through all the idol costume makers i follow on ig instead of doing anything productive until i got home LMFAO

(from left to right: dolly_muses on ig, ranko from deresute, pukupuku_panda on ig)

as a fanboy it would be a gothic lolita-esque fit! this was supposed to be kind of a one and done thing bc management wanted to be experimental during the early days but then they ended up scrapping it (he thinks it was too short-lived!) they even scheduled the release to be around halloween to match the theme :> it's soooo different from the usual pink fluff i wear that he thinks it's like unlocking a side of me he hasn't seen before. and also i had to play the part of being a kayfabe chuuni and died of embarrassment. like stuttering over words, cheeks beet red, covering my face as soon as i'm done talking (he thinks it's cute and endearing bc it's so rare that i get so flustered on stage heheh)

once we start dating he keeps begging me to bring it back and then teases me by copying the dramatic poses and quoting the speech i gave and i have to beg him to stop LMAO (he says he will once i have another comeback with it which... is not happening)

(from left to right: 46costume on ig, you from llsif (rip), kinyoubigasuki_ on ig)

and as a bf, it would be a bridal themed outfit for a comeback in the spring! like i told him about it but he legit just doesn't believe what he's seeing as soon as i step out on stage (even if he's my bf i try not to give him too many exclusive PVs of upcoming releases). i'd like to think he cries a little and sees a bit of his future in front of his eyes >:3c he buys out all my solo cheki tickets that day and gets on one knee at the end of it all orzzz it's not a real proposal though, he says it's just practice for the future, but i'm not immune to crying hgjlskhfgsdjkl

and as much as he loves all the upbeat songs i put out, his favorite would be a ballad! esp since it highlights my voice and he can hear it a lot clearer when people aren't wota-ing their minds out LOL

[silvabacca]

(This one is a continuation to my previous short story, but you can read it without the first one) (anyway enjoy)

It was a really memorable evening for Miles. Altought he spend it like any other, listening to music, sketching in his sketchbook and singing some questionable words that were suppose to be lyrics.

He was in his dorm with his roommate Ganke, who played video games on his computer. It was really peacful, warm, sunset behind the window also a person behind said window-

Miles’ spider sens tingled and immedietly jumped out of his bed just to see that said person is his friend. A very handsome and cool friend.

Hobie knocked on the glass and waved to Miles who sighed with reliefe. He opened a window for a guest and gestured to come in. Hobie basically crawled like a spider and gave Ganke a near heart attack.

It wasn’t a first time for Hobie to check up on his friend. At first he occasionally visited Miles in his dimention, but now he does it very often, in fact Hobie is in his friend’s room twice a week.

And how does Miles feel about all of this? Well it would be a lie, if he said that he didn’t like this. He’s always in a better mood when his friend is around, just his presence is enough for him to feel good. Also when Hobie is around they always hang out and have a great time.

- So what are we doin’ today sunshine?

Hobie always gives Miles weird nicknames. At first Miles was a little shocked at it (because nobody and I mean NOBODY would normaly call him „sunshine”, „love”, etc…okay maybe his mami but still). But now he just smiles at it and just treats it like another „British Thing”.

- I’ve got some ideas - replies Miles while smirking and gesturing at spray paint and a spidey suit.

Hobie smirks and nods in agreement. After younger one has changed and garabbed a backpack full of paint they both swing out of the window.

They land together at some abandoned factory and search for a good spot. After a couple of minutes Hobie whistles and shows Miles a big and not so ruined wall. Boy smiles at it and starts to unpack his stuff while the other sets up music (Yes they made together a playlist with their favorite hip hop and punk rock songs). They both grab spray paint in their hands and start painting together.

It’s always the most fun part of their meetups, when they both are just free and do whatever they want. Like it’s not so often when Miles can just be himself. Especially now with being a part of a team, his duties in HQ, college, parents. He constantly needs to be focused, because he’s bussy with everything. That’s why he appreciates his time with Hobie, a time when he can be himself with a company of his friend.

Some time passed and the wall, which was originally blank, now was full of colors, shapes and abstraction. Boys looked at their work and admired it for a while.

- It’s been a while since we did this - said Hobie still looking at their graffity

- Yeah…I missed it - Miles replied with a smile.

In this moment Hobie looked at Miles, the same way as on their masterpice, but more softer. He also smiled and put his hand on his friend’ shoulder. Which made Miles jump a little, but after a while he relaxed and accepted the touch.

Hobie looked at him the whole time and saw how expressions change on his face. From a smile to a littel bit sadder one. He noticed it and whispered:

- What’s wrong, love?

Miles didn’t look at him, he just put his mask on and started walking. Hobie didn’t understand what was going on. He reached to grab him, but then Miles stopped, not looking even once.

- Follow me - he whispered.

Hobie hesitated for a second, still confused about the whole situation. But then he put his mask on to signal he’s ready. They left the building in complete silence.

It was the most awkward travel that they ever had. No words were spoken which made Hobie even more nervouse. Something like this never happened to him before with Miles. He was thinking about the worst and the silence didn’t help him.

After a while they landed in front of a metro station in Brooklyn. They run together there, Miles on the front, still not talking and Hobie following him, overthinking too much. They went trought a dark and abondoned tunnel and entered blocked area. For a while it was too dark to see anything, but then a little light started appearing. They came closer and closer and entered a big room.

Hobie completly didn’t know where they were, because Miles never took him here and to this part of town in general. He started looking around and studied every wall. He just stood there looking everywhere, then his eyes went to Miles again.

The boy stood in front of a beautiful graffity. In fact it kinda looked like one of designs he saw in Miles’ room some time ago. The big, colorfull, chaotic „No Expectations” with one black, small person in the middle”.

He watched as Miles gently touches painting, standing in front of this small figure. One hand on the wall and the other slowly removing mask of his head. That’s when he turned back to Hobie and finally looked him in the eyes. His face had a slight and sad smile, he laugh a little and calmly started talking.

- Sorry for worring you, it kind didn’t go as I planned originaly, but…

He paused for a moment, nervously touching his hands. He let out a big sigh and continued.

- You know it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Heck it could be 6 years now…but anyway I just wanted to show it to you.

He gestured at the graffity and said

- I created this when I didn’t know my place, my place in my own life. I struggled then with a lot of emotions, but I had help from my..my uncle - he smiled at the last word - he was a good guy.

Then he looked at Hobie with big smile.

- He was kinda like you. I mean you are a lot cooler than him and you are handsome and you are- Oh shit

He got a little embarrased which made Hobie laught, this made Miles calmer. Finally Hobie decided to move, not much, but just a little closer. As he stopped the othe decided to continue.

- Yeah this deffinitely doesn’t go as planned, well I just wanted to say that I trust, that I respect you, that you are…you are

Miles couldn’t breath for a moment, his emotions got to him and he couldn’t speak what was on his mind. Hobie saw that and immedietly decided to hug him. It wasn’t that type of hug they usually sheared, it wasn’t another joke, wasn’t just a hug. It was a sign that Hobie was there for Miles, that it’s okay, he gets it. Miles opened a heart, a part of his soul, story, whatever you could call it, it was special.

(Just like him…he’s special…or even more) tought Miles while beeing in his friend’ arms.

(Friend…oh. Oh…It’s more than that)

The moment Miles realised his feelings for Hobie tears fell down his cheeks. He blinked a couple times in surprise, it’s been a really long time.

- Oh shit, why are they…- Miles said to himself and started to let go of Hobie, but then the other hugged him tighter.

- No no no shhhh ’is okay love - said taller guy and gently patted Miles’ shoulder - ’is alright.

Miles laughted a little and said

- I wanted to be cool in front of you, now look at me, a total mess.

- You were, are and will always be amazing to me, sunshine.

- Yeah?

Miles whispered and continued hugging Hobie. They lasted like this a moment longer, until Miles calmed down completly.

Then they decided to go back to dorm where they parted ways. Hobie went trought his portal and Miles collapsed on his bed still procesing what happened. While thinking about that evening he fell asleep and dreamed about the hug the whole night.

After this it was a little awekward for Miles to look Hobie in the eyes, but it didn’t last long. They went back to normal, but with a little diference this time. Now Miles knew the name of the feeling he felt

(Aaaand that’s it, this turned a little angsty, but I think it’s good. I hope you enjoyed this and let me know if you want another part, but this time with confesion)

[softtdaisy]

pairing. Charles Leclerc × reader

a/n. like mother Taylor said, "Up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups" I'm trying to work on more short stuff inspired by songs so if you have any idea or request, feel free to ask 👀

“Et pour Charles allez, allez!”

It has been like most of the night.

It was the first party here, in Monaco, that was held since Charles came back. The season had finally ended and all your friends were happy to finally be able to celebrate with him again. 

But what was supposed to be a simple and casual party, like all the past ones, it would be a lie to not admit this one was dedicated to Charles. Everyone wanted to have a drink or a chat with him. You met his eyes more than once when he was held by the arm and asked to take a picture because they missed him.

You laughed every time because he always had this expression. A mix of fear, incertitude, confusion but some king of gratitude too. It was a very typical Charles’ expression indeed and even if you were the biggest artist in the world, you couldn’t never replicate it on a canva. It was unique.

And funny too. Because Charles definitely looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

“It’s nice to have him back” Joris told you, putting his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t even hear him coming. Because of the music that was so loud -they’ll be lucky if none of their neighborhoods complain about that. And because you were too focused on watching Charles again retelling the story of one of his wins from the season. 

You turned around to look at Joris that was drinking another glass of…whatever was the drink of the night. But it was a nice one. “You literally spend your year with him!” you laughed at him. He rolled his eyes like it was a pointless detail in the story.

He moved so he could whisper in your ear. “I’m talking about you.”

“Moi?” (me) you probably sounded more confused than you wanted to. What did he mean by you? It didn’t make sense. You didn’t miss Charles more than his other friends.

“Vous tous.” (all of you) he replied before looking at you and raising his eyebrows. “Mais si tu te sens visée…” (but if you feel targeted)

You hit his arm which made him laugh even harder. He didn’t even care about the drink that fell from his glass. Because you missed each other too. It wasn’t always easy to see some of your closest friends traveling around the world.

There was no jealousy or envy, it was just a hole in your heart of having them so far away most of the time. Sometimes you were scared that you would just become a memory and not a real person in their life.

But then they would call you and tell you about their weekend. 

Because you were still the one they wanted to live everything with. Even if you stayed in Monaco.

In the end, even if you were the happiest to see them here and being this appreciated, you needed a break. This was too much. 

“I’m going upstair, I need a break.” you tell Joris and he kissed your hair back to tell you he heard you. And give you support too.

“Don’t make any mistakes.” he warned you when he watched you take the stairs.

“You mean I can jump from the rooftop?”

You laughed from his expression, the way he rolled his eyes and send you packing with his free hand. For a second, you felt bad leaving him and not enjoying the rest of the night with your friends. 

But when you felt the cold air meeting your skin and the silence calming your ears, you remember that they weren’t going away for a long time and you could enjoy that moment by yourself without any guilt.

You sat in the middle of it, where the was still your favorite blanket ready to welcome you when you needed to watch the stars. You closed your eyes, letting your red cup by your side (and trying to remember it was there before spilling it everywhere). You loved these moments. Where you just felt good. Nothing else. Just good.

There was just one little something that could make it even better.

Or someone.

“T’essayes de m’éviter?” (are you trying to avoid me?)

You opened one eye and couldn’t contain the big smile on your face when you saw him standing above you. His face was super close to yours, so close that you could feel some strands of his hair on your forehead. And the way his eyes were speaking for all the love he had for you made you even more happier. He was there. 

“Jamais mon amour.” (never my love) you replied before he leant even more so he could give you a small kiss on the lips. “I just wanted to let you be the star of the party.”

Charles laughed while he sat by your side, crossing his legs. He put a hand on your tight and you loved how his fingers were playing your skin like a piano. It was something he loved to do from the start. It was natural. Like you were his muse, his favorite partition. 

“I didn’t think they would be that happy to see me.” you looked at him while he was looking at the sky. It still amazed you how Charles couldn’t believe how popular and loved he was. He knew his fans did, it was quite obvious, but his friends? How could they not forget about him when he put his dream first? It was always such a surprise that they were here to welcome him when he comes back.

You put a quick kiss on his cheek which made him laugh. “We all miss you.” you replied with a soft voice, so close to his ear that you could see the shivers on the back of his neck. He pressed your tight a little before leaning to kiss you again.

“You a little more, I hope.” he pleaded against your lips. Oh how you missed this feeling when you kissed and you were both smiling. It was such a special connection.

“Mon monde n’a aucun sens sans toi, mon amour.” (my world makes no sense without you, my love.) 

You stayed like that some minutes, enjoying the calm and the peace of being together again. But per moments, you could feel the party’s vibration happening under you. The reality coming back. The consequences of your choices that you still wanted to make.

“I should go back before they run here and see us.” Charles told you, already getting up. He offered you a hand that you gladly took. “I can’t wait for the day I won’t have to pretend I’m not the happiest man in the world with you.”

“You’re such a lover, Charles. No mystery why they all fall for you.” He rolled his eyes laughing. But who were you lying to? You totally fell for him too.

You watched him go downstairs again, laughed at the way he turned around right when the door was shutting to send you a kiss like a dramatic teenage crush. Everything always felt easier when Charles was around.

That was what love does on happy people.

[tinyrainbowshark]

HELLOOO i'd like to participate to ur matchup cafe event!! i stumbled across ur blog n i lovee it!!! neways here are my infos!

name: sen is fine!

pronouns: she/her

preferred gender: a guy!!

personality: friendly, a bit awkward i fear, energetic (most of the time🥲), VERY empathic and clumsy.., a people's pleaser lowkey <|3, unorganized and a huge procrastinator.... i can also be a bit childish sometimes, but overall pretty chill!!

my type: someone who's protective, and who wouldn't hesitate to confront people who talk shit abt me and all. also very caring and who would always make me his top priority, who's empathic and smart but also kinda stupid, like i need them to be just the right amount of both lol 😭 someone who might act a little different with me than with others cause they have a soft spot for me. i love green flags 😖

hobbies: reading, writing, scrolling on tiktok ahah obvi, watching horror videos and movies! 😈 also imma be honest i love partying.... and i actually play volleyball too lol! i'm a lib!!!

likes: DRINKING TEA, sleeping, traveling, cats, making friends etc also SHORT guys 😢 they need appreciation

dislikes: injustice, DUMB and RUDE people, people with no empathy 🙅‍♀️, hiking, waking up early ughh

mbti: infp i think???

appearance: uhhh i'm around 5'6, im chinese, i dyed my hair brown recently lol i don't really like it but still slayed!!!

the menu!!!

food: sushi

drink: tea!

dessert: brownie 😋

thank you so much and take ur time! have a good day/night <3

Oh? What's this? Ah, the shark has bought you your match!

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Your matchup is...

Yaku Morisuke!!

LET ME TELL YOU HOW FUCKING PERFECT YAKU WOULD BE FOR YOU

IT LEGIT TOOK ME ONLY A DAY TO REALIZE IT. WITH EVERYONE ELSE IT TAKES, LIKE, THREE.

Startin from the top

Yaku would have no problem with your awkward personality

He actually finds it endearing-

He's definitely the type of boyfriend who would try and help you with your organization

And he would remind you to do your work all the time

But he would also give you little rewards for doing it, like ice cream runs and stuff

Also he's almost perfectly your type-

He's definitely very protective of you

if someone hurts you?

they better square up-

Despite his angry pomeranian personality, he's very sweet and caring with you

Yaku has a no-nonsense personality, but for you he would be a lot more patient

He definitely loves horror movies, especially watching them with you

He'd read anything you write and tell you how amazing it is

And he'd even give you some book reccomendations

He's short, he loves cats just like you

He would give you lil forehead kisses while you sleep

And he'd absolutely love to travel with you

Overall, yeah, Yaku is your match!!

Song of Raindrops

It was supposed to be a perfect date.

Yaku had planned out the whole day, just for you. A day at the park, wandering around, feeding the ducks, maybe practicing volleyball together. Unfortunately, the weather forecast had lied, bringing a sudden torrent of rain that poured down on them through the trees.

"I'm sorry Sen... I should've bought an umbrella," Yaku says, wrapping his jacket around you. "I didn't know it would rain."

You smile at him, planting a kiss on his cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. The rain is actually kind of nice... all that's missing would be a cup of tea..."

Yaku sighs. "We could still do that, but we'll get soaked... are you ready to go home?"

As you look at the rain, an idea suddenly pops into your head. "Actually... I think I know how we can still make the most of this date," before Yaku can respond, you run into the rain, laughing as you spin around. "Come on, Yaku, let's dance!"

Yaku rushes after you. "Sen, you're gonna get a cold!" He calls out.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine!" You reply, stopping to look at him. Yaku feels his heart skip a beat at how beautiful you look, the wind sweeping through your hair, the raindrops swirling around you, making you look like some sort of water nymph. Yaku smiles, and shakes his head. At the end of the day, he just can't say no to you.

Together, the two of you run around through the park, laughing and dancing despite how soaked you're getting. Neither of you seem to mind. This moment is so perfect, like something right out of a fairytale.

After a few minutes, though, you stop. Yaku stops too, looking at you in confusion. "Is everything okay?" he asks.

"I thought I heard something..." you reply, looking around. Yaku listens closely, and suddenly he hears it too.

Meow...

You and Yaku look at each other, eyes wide. "I think it's coming from the bushes," Yaku says. You walk over to a nearby patch of bushes, peering behind it...

A tiny kitten is there, soaked thoroughly and shivering from the cold. The kitten is a brown tabby with big, golden eyes. It looks up at you helplessly, but also with a hint of curiosity.

"Oh my god..." you whisper, picking up the kitten. "Yaku, we have to help it!"

Yaku looks at the cat. He hesitates, knowing it probably has a lot of diseases, but... "Of course. We'll take it home, help the kitten out, and drop it off at the nearest animal shelter."

At the same time he says 'drop it off at the nearest animal shelter', though, you say "adopt it!"

Yaku stares at you. You stare back.

"Sen...."

"Yaku..."

"We can't adopt a random cat from the streets."

"But look at it! It's so cute!! It's just a kitty!"

Yaku raises an eyebrow at you. You respond with sad puppy eyes. Yaku sighs, but he's still smiling.

"Alright, alright. Now come on, let's bring it back home. We'll come up with a name on the way."

"You're the best, sweetie!" you plant a gentle kiss on Yaku's lips before grabbing his hand, walking back home with your new c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶ cat.

[ggomos-maribat]

A Message Has Arrived

Part 1 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

Masterlist

He could feel the claws of his memories gripping his throat.

The heat of the air around them. The metallic tang assaulting his senses. Cuts adorning the skin of his palms, pressed against the hilt of his weapon. His feet screaming. His entire body screaming as his mind calculated the next move. Push, dodge, parry, step, attack, STOP.

Danny awoke in a start, drenched in cold sweat and limbs tight and stiff and unmoving. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his eyes were already glowing a toxic green.

He unlatched himself from the covers, breathing heavily. It was just a dream. His thoughts drifted away while he absentmindedly shuffled to the kitchen. It wasn't just a dream. It was his past calling back to him as if some fateful event was lurking around the corner.

And that's what he feared.

He fetched himself a full glass of water which he downed in seconds. And another. And another.

Until he heard footsteps.

"Danny, are you okay?" Jazz flicked the rest of the lights on, looking at him with concern.

Danny glanced at the clock. Four a.m. He couldn't even get a peaceful night of sleep.

"I'm okay," he replied hoarsely.

His sister glided towards him to put a gentle hand on his back. She was probably thinking that his responsibilities and the ghostly matters were plaguing him. He'd prefer that she remained under that impression.

Danny ran a hand through his face. I won't be able to sleep again. Not after that.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Jazz's eyebrows furrowed. "But it's still dark outside."

He forced out a smile, just a small one to shave off some of her worry. "It's not like the ghosts can bother me."

Jazz agreed with voiced reluctance and Danny immediately grabbed a hoodie to wear outside. He rubbed the remnants of his sleepiness away from his eyes, squinting down the dimly-lit path.

He couldn't remember what prompted the dreams to come back. Maybe it was the inevitable stress of his new title, or a subconscious alarm bell for what's to come. He desperately hoped it wasn't the latter. At first, he contemplated taking his phone out but decided against it, not wanting to make a call without a purpose.

He stopped at one of the barren streets of Amity Park as he noticed a white speck moving down the road.

The speck grew—morphed—into a white truck, tinted windows. And when it passed by him, he felt like he was back in his dream again, frozen and afraid.

There was something written on the side of the vehicle. A symbol. He only caught a glimpse of it but the message, catered to him and him only, was unmistakable. His gaze darted towards his house but the truck made a sharp turn before it reached the block.

They narrowed down my location, he guessed, but not my exact location. That truck would likely parade around the city, appearing normal to everyone aside from the one person it was actually meant for.

He ran a short list through his mind: names of people who could've been senders.

Regardless of who it was from, he knew he had to leave as soon as possible.

---

A person's body was their own weapon.

Damian knew that well. He kept the thought in mind as he blocked another underhand strike from his opponent. His feet jumped across the padded mat before he lowered himself into crouch to swipe his leg. Unfortunately, the attack was avoided well and he had to switch to defense once more.

Their movements were fluid but painfully familiar to him. He clenched his jaw and threw out another punch which Cass immediately turned to work in her favor. Damian lost balance for a split second but recovered just as quickly.

And he knew he was being studied. Observed. And he didn't like that. Her gaze on him pierced his very soul and he could only compose himself so he didn't show too much emotion.

She struck with a sharp blow to the abdomen, folding his body from the impact. Damian moved back as far as he could with a renewed fire in his chest.

He charged at Cass again and sent them into a fighting stalemate. Fists and kicks flew, breaths shortened, heat reigned. Damian took a deep breath, paused for a moment and—

She had flipped him on his back as soon as he blinked.

Cass stood over him with a triumphant expression. Damian gave his usual 'Tt', accepting her helping hand, and hauled himself back on his toes.

She hadn't stopped watching him.

Damian side-eyed his sister as he drank big gulps of water and wiped his sweat. He raised his eyebrow as if to ask: 'What?'

"You," Cass started, "You're used to fighting small."

Damian pursed his lips. A lie was futile in front of her, yes, but telling the truth wasn't favorable. "Of course I am. I have been trained to fight all sorts of people."

"Hmm," she hummed, unconvinced. Of course she knew that wasn't the end of the story.

"Don't think too much about it, Cain." He scowled. "I'm going back upstairs. Thank you for the spar."

He marched to the elevator, set on leaving the message that he didn't want to be bothered. The ache in his bones amplified as soon as he let himself lean against the glass. He didn't want to welcome the rush of nostalgia from the League but it kept resurfacing like waves brushing the shore.

He headed straight to his bedroom, knowing Alfred the Cat was most likely waiting for him inside.

What he didn't expect was the letter.

It was a browned paper folded on top of his desk.

It wasn't there before.

Damian slowly opened the letter, already expecting the worst from it. His fingers tightened around its edges as he read the encrypted message carefully.

---

"What's wrong with you?"

She slowly raised her head to meet the fuming eyes of the blonde. Chloe towered over her sitting form, arms folded and pink-tinted lips curled into a disappointed frown.

Marinette closed her sketchbook. "What do you mean?"

"You've been avoiding Adrien. I don't know with you and your obvious commitment issues, but you need to talk to the boy," Chloe snapped. Marinette felt an incoming headache. Once again, as what was common in her life, this was a case of misunderstanding.

"I will. Soon," she replied brusquely.

A sigh sounded out as her friend sat down next to her. "I thought it would be all okay after you finally revealed your identities to each other. You'd talk it out, tie up loose ends, and kiss and make up."

"Excuse me, our what?" Goosebumps littered all over Marinette's skin, and her hand flew to the pouch carrying her kwami.

"Secret identities. I mean, Adri came home muttering your name and 'Ladybug' over and over again." While Chloe rambled, Marinette's gaze darted around the school courtyard in case there were unfortunate eavesdroppers.  "Of course, like the genius I am, I figured it out. But that's not the point. The point is, what are you so afraid of Dupain-Cheng?"

Painkillers. I need painkillers. She clenched her jaw. Now, there was one too many who knew about her double life. "I just don't want to hurt Adrien," she began. "I'll talk to him, sure, but I'll still be keeping my distance."

The silence from Chloe told her all of the unspoken questions. What will happen to your dynamic? Don't you think your distance will hurt him even more? Isn't that selfish of you?

"I don't understand," Chloe mumbled after a long while.

"Adrien wasn't here yet before." Marinette rubbed her arm. "Do you remember what I was like when I first came here?"

"Quiet. You were really quiet. But that one time a kid got too close to you, you lashed out. You were so . . . guarded."

"There's just things about my past that might affect our relationship." All of my relationships for that matter. Stupid trauma. "I think it's healthier for both of us not to be involved in anything just yet."

"And in the future?"

The 'future' was always a foreign concept to Marinette, clearly, because she'd lived her life ready to lose the next day. Why think about the future when there's too much uncertainty for tomorrow? She never cared. She didn't need to.

"I don't know," she swallowed, whispering her answer. "I don't know, Chloe."

After a tight squeeze on her shoulder, Chloe left the bench perhaps to relay the vaguest message to Adrien. Marinette slumped on her seat, trying to cram the contents of Pandora's box of memories back into her mind. She tried to pick up where she left off in her laughable sketch when she felt her purse opening.

Tikki held up a folded piece of paper to her.

Marinette froze.

"Since when was this in here?" She took the paper into her fist.

"This morning," Tikki squirmed. "I'm sorry, I was sleeping earlier, I didn't know who put it inside."

Marinette opened up the note, already expecting the worst. "Do you think they saw you?"

Her kwami's words were drowned out when she made a quick scan of the words. Merde.

It was the League's summon. 

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