#I don't even have him in the party right now

[fyuyushia]

Capture target: You!

Sung Jinwoo walks you home after the date mini reunion 2.0. you both agree to meet again sometime soon and finally exchange numbers.

Masterlist for the series

Short chapter this time....

"Thanks for the treat."

Tilting your head a bit, you bow as you prepare to leave. A few hours had passed, all spent in more conversations that lasted longer than the ones you had back in the reunion party.

"No problem, thank you too for spending time with me."

You chuckle, brushing off his words with a wave. "Oh please, I should be the one honored."

"Please, even if I've gotten a bit-as weird as it sounds-famous, I don't think I've changed that much." He smiles, "don't act like a stranger now."

"I'll keep that in mind, then."

[Sub-quest: Go to a food establishment together with [name] for the promised date {complete!}]

Ignoring the window, his gaze darts towards you-who slowly prepared to leave. You raised your arms, stretching it languidly like a cat, humming softly as you hear your bones pop.

"It's getting late, shall we go now?"

"Of course," Jinwoo stands up from his seat, picking himself up to follow. "I'll take you home, then."

"Pardon?" You pause.

"Hm?" He pauses too.

"Take me home?" You tilt your head, mildly surprised.

"Yes, take you home. It's dangerous to be off on your own around this time."

A second or two passes in silence, with you still processing his words. You gasp, flailing your arms around.

"Oh, no no, you don't need to go through the trouble!"

"No, it's fine, I insist." He chuckles, "I'm the one who troubled you by making you stay. It's my responsibility to make sure you get home safe too."

Blood rushes to your cheeks, heart thumping at his thoughtful offer. Jeez, why was he doing just the right things to make you swoon? That's just unfair. With a defeated sigh, you relent.

"Alright then, do as you wish." Jinwoo smiles a close eyed grin in response.

You walk out of the cafe with Jinwoo in tow. His wandering eyes dart towards your figure, then back to his front every now and then. He tucks his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, amusing himself with the sight of the bustling streets instead.

Lamp posts strewn about on the road lit up what would have been dark paths, the several still open shops providing it's own light as well through glass walls that provided a glimpse of what was inside. His gaze moves from the stores, to the people filling up the streets.

Some were couples, some were workers itching to get home, some were youths who just finished trips and were now heading back home, some were family, a variety of people, he notices, filled up this place with life.

There were a lot of people, much more than normal.

So, he did what any sane person who cared a bit for their company. He walked closer beside you, closing the distance until your shoulders sometimes grazed each other's with every stride.

You arch a brow. Your eyes scan his face for an explanation, and you pair it with a confused tilt of your head. Seeing this, he quickly explains, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"There's a lot of people tonight, stay close, wouldn't want to lose you accidentally."

You blink, donning a bemused smile. Gaze sweeping over the entire place, you blink again when you find that, although the streets were, yes, bustling with life, it's not so crowded to warrant such an act.

There was still plenty of space for other passersby to pass through, and you're certain you wouldn't lose each other in such a wide street.

"I don't think it's that-" you look back at him, sharing your findings.

You stop, though, when you notice the slightest tinge of red on the tips of his ears. Your lips part, mildly surprised, before shutting into a knowing smile.

"What is it?"

You shake your head, placing both hands beside your back as a fond look encompasses your eyes.

"Nothing, nevermind me."

He sports a bemused look, but doesn't push you for answers. He doesn't seem to notice the fact that his ears went just the smallest bit red as he initiated the move. Shrugging, he lets the matter go without a fuss, even as he questions the sudden cut off. A part of him wondered what you meant to say, but he wasn't too curious, and he had a feeling it wouldn't do well for him if he did hear.

You stifle a giggle.

[Lvl 1. Acquaintance

♡ = 11% (+ 1 )

Feeling: (Locked.)]

Jinwoo hears the pinging of the system, and, like clockwork, a hologram appears in front of him, informing him of the latest updates.

Mildly surprised by the sudden affinity raise, his brows furrow before quickly resting back in place. He didn't think that it would warrant a raise in points, but he didn't complain, seeing as it helped him reach the end goal faster.

Jinwoo feels someone press against his shoulder, leaning just a teensy bit closer. His eyes widen ever so slightly. Looking your way, Jinwoo finds you closing the remaining distance. You meet his gaze with a mirthful grin, he fears he might get blinded by the sheer brightness of your smile.

"Is this close enough, now?"

His steps stutter. Clearing his throat subtly, he averts his eyes. "Yes, this should be fine."

His expression is devoid of any emotions, and he ensures it stays that way. He forces the flush that threatens to creep up on his neck down, ignores the faint flutter he feels.

It's been too long, he's completely forgotten what it was like to feel this way. And gosh, he thought he already got rid of this—he doesn't think he has the time to indulge in such light hearted moments.

He had no reason to feel this way.

Your voice, a giggle, begrudgingly brings his attention back to you.

"Is there something funny?"

Your hands cover your mouth partly, eyes crinkling with amusement even as you face him. "No, nothing much."

You sigh, eyes closed. "It's just that, it reminds me of back then."

He keeps himself quiet, silently urging you to go on, and you do. "You know, you also used to walk me home. Even if my house was a bit far from yours and all."

A moment of silence is given as you recall the past, mostly what he did for you back then. You allow the gentle hum of the city to consume the atmosphere between you as thoughtfully look back.

Jinwoo hums, dread and embarrassment filling up his mind at the memory. Ah, yes, he did do that once upon a time-one of the many efforts he made to stay close to you and hopefully gain your affection. You never did catch onto it though, even in the very end when you had to move.

He grimaces inwardly, ashamed of the memory. You seemed to think otherwise though, bringing it up fondly instead.

Or, his breath hitched at the thought. Did you notice but pretend to be clueless?

No matter, it was already in the past. He doesn't have lingering feelings for you anymore, at least, he convinces himself of that.

"I did do that before."

"You did." You nodded, "It was thoughtful."

Your eyes move on the view in front of you, no longer meeting him in the eye. "Come to think of it, you were always a protective one."

Jinwoo keeps his lips shut, simply watching as you reminisce the past. Soft light coated your skin, lighting you up and providing a shimmer in your eyes he couldn't quite match.

"Yes, well," he puts his hands in his coat's pockets, curling it into a fist. I liked you. "I'd feel bad if I just left you alone like that. Especially since danger wasn't only a peculiar stranger during those times—and even now."

He scratches the back of his head. "Looking back on it now, I think I might've overstepped. Because of me, you couldn't walk home along with your friends."

You're quick to shut down his self deprecating words. "No, I didn't mind."

You don't look his way, but he notices the way your eyes narrow, crinkle ever so slightly, notices the slight twitch of your lips. And, he could've sworn you looked pleased, flustered even.

Or maybe that was just his delusion.

Overthinking does wonders, and so does staring at someone too much.

Your lips move, mumbling something nearly incomprehensible. It was faint, clearly not meant for him to hear, but he heard it nonetheless.

"On the contrary, I liked you because of it." You were so thoughtful, I couldn't help but fall.

What. He has to double take before taking your words in. For a moment, he completely blanks out, but he's back to earth before he can spend too long in what seemed like cloud 9. Get a grip, now's not the time to be acting like a schoolboy.

He can hear the system ping again in the background, but he can't bring himself to care, unable to even focus to see what it said. He's not in the current headspace for that yet.

"Pardon?" His eyes were wide, nearly stopping in his tracks. "Did you say something?"

You quickly turn to face him, a flicker of surprise dying down just as quickly as it appeared.

"Hm?" You cover up your earlier words with a laugh, effortlessly brushing it off when he couldn't. "I said I don't mind, you're a good company to have as well."

You smile, genuine. And while you quickly move onto the next topic, he's still stuck on the words that left your lips.

Did he mishear? No, he's not the type to delude himself. There was no mistaking the memory, the words you uttered. It was yours, undoubtedly spilling from your mouth and not and not from anyone else's, at least, he thinks. He thinks.

His fingers dig against the palm of his hand, what was that?

What was that?

"It's good to see that you haven't changed much, still thoughtful as ever." Your words pass through one ear over the other, it's hard to focus.

"Be careful though," you lean over, and his heart might (heavy on might) have just skipped a beat. "Your kind nature, added with those killer looks might just turn you into a lady killer."

You gasp, as if realizing something. "Oh wait—is that perhaps your goal?" You shake your head, gaze accusatory. "My my, how sneaky."

Jinwoo has to physically take a pause, breath, and recover before he can ease back into the conversation. But even then your words don't completely leave his mind, haunting him persistently.

"Stop exaggerating. You know I'm not that kind of person."

He deadpans, placing a finger on your forehead and pushing you away from his side with little strength. Your eyes follow his finger curiously, yelping when he pushes you with it.

"Hey!" You stumble back a couple steps, pulling his wrist away with a groan. "That was uncalled for."

You place a hand over your forehead, rubbing it whilst giving him a snide glare.

He smirks when he feels your glare. Retracting his arm, he returns it in his pocket. "And lady killer, really? I do agree I've changed but I don't think I'm as 'killer looking' as you say I am."

You roll your eyes, "yea right. Of course a handsome guy would act modest, yea right." You roll your eyes again. "Of course."

Jinwoo's brow twitches at your attitude, and there's also a flutter inside his stomach that leaves him uncomfortable. He sighs, head shaking in exasperation.

His attention is forced away when he notices the familiar structure of your apartment complex. "Seems like we're here, isn't this your home?"

You blink, halting your attitude. Following his gaze, you make an 'o' shape with your mouth when you find that, indeed, you arrived already.

"You're right, this is where I live." You approach the entrance, then pause, and turn around. "Wait, how did you know?"

Jinwoo suppresses the urge to flinch. He schools his face. "I just figured, since it was an apartment complex."

You narrow your eyes, playfully scrutinizing him. He averts your gaze, subtly looking the other direction whilst still donning a calm expression, refusing to betray the panic that surged inside him.

You let him go with a giggle. "Then, it seems we really have to part ways now."

He nods, taking a deep exhale. "Thanks for walking me home."

"It's no problem."

You hold onto the sling of your bag, hesitating a bit to leave him. He watches your back, a bittersweet feeling coating his heart.

"On the contrary, I liked you because of it."

"Wait," his fingers wrap around your wrist before you can come inside. Brought on by sheer impulse alone, sweat drips down his forehead. What is he doing?

You flinch, surprised. A small squeak of surprise is ripped out of you as you look back.

Jinwoo stands behind you, his hold unsure, hesitant even. You blink, surprised. He returns the look, looking as equally surprised as you at his own actions.

"Jinwoo..?"

"If you don't mind... Can I take you out again, sometime?" He hesitates, sounding a bit shy even.

Your eyes widen. Beating in a thunderous motion, was your heart, you could hear it thundering against your ribcage, you hoped he wouldn't.

You shouldn't take this the wrong way, you really shouldn't. He's just asking that because he appreciates your friendly company. Nothing more, nothing less. Still, your heart betrays you and flips at such a simple question.

"O-of course!" You stammer out a reply, nodding—too eagerly for your liking—in response. "Anytime!"

His eyes light up. Removing his hold on you, he takes a step back. There's an edge to his voice that makes it known to you he's as out of the water as you are right now. It both comforts and flusters you even more.

"Great." He mumbles.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all, I think." With a clear of his throat, he gulps. "Then, I'll see you soon?"

Your fingers fiddle. "Mhm, see you around. Just tell me when."

As if realizing something, Jinwoo stiffens up. "Ah wait—"

"Hm?" The way you quickly stop to listen to him is shameful, but you don't care anymore.

"Your number." He breathes out, "I still don't have your number."

"Oh, oh, oh, uh right!" You hastily open your bag, searching for your phone.

Handing it to him, your cheeks burn as you feel his fingers graze yours as he takes it. Inputting his number on your phone, long fingers press through keys before he returns it back to you.

You accept it, staring at his phone number for a moment. "Then is this all?"

His number, huh.

"Yes, really, this time." He nods, you return the gesture.

"Then, bye. Really, this time." You pause, swallowing thickly. "I'll be waiting for your text."

His heart is treacherous, and his legs nearly buckle at the sight of your near shy expression. He holds it in, of course, how he feels. He's just nonchalant like that. "Mhm, goodbye."

He smiles, perhaps a bit too widely. He waves you goodbye, and you return it with a hesitant wave of your own, this time, really going retreating to your apartment, no more buts and wait.

[Lvl 1. Acquaintance

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Feeling: (Locked.)]

[Achievement unlocked!]

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[theyluvivi]

"STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME"... CLIENT!CHRIS.

You're drunk. You'll admit that, but it's the good type of a drunk—Not the wallowing in pity type of drunk.

You're at a party with all your girlfriends and you look good, like really good. And you feel good. You're finally standing on business.

Actually. You blocked Matt and Chris on everything, and even though you wanna unblock Chris, just a teensy a bit, you refuse to let yourself be used like that ever again.

It's the reason you don't date in the first place.

Men fucking suck.

The one that his arm wrapped around you right now is okay, though. His name is.... Luca? No, not Luca... maybe Luke? Lucas? Something with an L. You and him went shot for shot for earlier, which probably wasn't a good idea, but he's fun, you're having fun.

He's nice, like super nice. You could see yourself self liking him, you see him waking up in your bed and not immediately trying to leave. Plus, you can tell that's he's actually into you and not just talking to you in hopes in getting into your pants.

Plus, plus he has friends for your friends. That's even better.

He's the complete opposite of Chris. Blonde, tall, actually interested in you... dating him wouldn't be bad.

You giggle at the story he's telling you, biting your lip when you notice how red he's turned just from you smiling at him. "You really broke your arm like that?" He playfully rolls his eyes, "You try getting getting a ball out of a tree that high!"

You laugh so hard you shed a few tears. You even throw your head back. "It's not funny!"

When you finally stop laughing, you just grin at him, "It's a little funny," You take a gulp of your white claw, frowning when you realize that you finished it. "M' going to get another one of these? Do you want a drink?"

"I'm good." You nod, giggling again when you hear the squeak he lets out before you get up from the couch you guys are sitting on and wander off to the kitchen. You're chilling, searching around the kitchen for a cooler or at least a cup to pour some vodka in.

And you can feel the shift in the air, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You turn slightly, and you don't need to see his face to know he's here. You're able to recognize him just by his beanie.

He's spots you almost immediately. You're fucked.

You swallow hard. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath because you know that he's walking to you and that even if you were to sprint, you wouldn't be able to get back to your friends.

You don't have another moment to prepare, as soon as you open your eyes he's there, in front of you. "What?"

He scoffs. The fucking audacity— "Are you fuckin' serious?" You just cock a brow, tilting your head at him with the most unamused look on your face. "Blocking me on everythin', posting on your story grinding on some random dude—"

Oh, that's how he found you. You tune the rest out because you don't care how he saw, but—Him acting like he doesn't do the same thing?

"Are you fuckin' serious?" You accuse, "You do the same shit to me but when I do it back I'm the bad guy?" He crosses his arms, brows lowering. "You knew exactly how I was when you let me fuck you—"

"So you get to go out and fuck every girl on campus but when I go to a party and dance with a guy, its a fuckin' problem?" His jaw clenches, eyes searching yours as he slickly tries to look away.

"Answer me, Chris." You know you're about to cry, that feeling in chest getting stronger by the second. "Chris, I swear—" You say, voice still as strong as ever. "You didn' even—" He murmurs, "Shut the fuck up." He flinches, his eyes widening as you raise yell at him.

You can feel everyone at the party staring, even your friends. But, you don't care. You need to get this out.

"We're not together—we were never together, but you think you get to control me? Use me for a quick fuck and some weed? You're crazy." Hot tears run down your face, ruining your makeup.

"You're a terrible person, Chris— the shittiest, most terrible person I've ever met— And I hope everyone that's in your life realizes that and leaves you—" You shove him, voice starting to get wobbly, "Y-you treat girls like they're toys— you treated me like I was nothing—" You take a deep breath, refusing to let the sob in your throat come out.

"I never wanna see you again." You finally get out, words that have been on your mind since this entire argument started. You wipe your face, attempting to walk off, "Dea—" He grabs your wrist, "I'm serious." You yank yourself out of his grip.

"Stay the fuck away from me."

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[daylighted]

all i can think about is frat boy dean whos dating his nerdy little girlfriend and comes over to her dorm when shes studying and shes like struggling but dean tries to help her study even though he doesnt know shit😭 and then hes like “yeah i have no idea what im even saying” while hes trying to explain random crap

anyways ur theme is so cute!!

all of the classes dean was in, she was in the advanced placements for, pretty much an entire year above him. she was so damn smart that dean sometimes felt like she was humbling herself being around him and choosing him, especially in instances like this, where she'd asked him to study with her, and he realized quickly he does not know how to study properly.

"well, see," he's half leaned over her shoulder, chin resting in the little notch between her neck and arm, "the data's gotta have the answer. wouldn't be part of the question if it didn't."

dean did not have a clue what he was looking at. a table chart with so many numbers. a paragraph above it explaining the numbers and adding additional data. the practice question wasn't even multiple choice; who did that?

her smile is slow, and dean knows that again, he's said the wrong thing. but if there's one thing dean does know how to do, is dig his own grave. "like, math, right?" it was science. chemistry. whatever. "take all the numbers, add 'em up, get the average..."

well, now her eye was twitching, like a parent barely refraining from taking the pen and doing the problem themselves. dean's starting to stutter over his explanation. technically, she did ask for this, asking him for assistance, so... "then multiply the average by the number of sections on the chart. with all those steps, it's gotta be the way, baby, trust."

his beautiful, intelligent, quiet girlfriend did not say a word to argue. instead, she did something worse, and took her pretty pen out of his hand and moved the paper in front of her again. the silence was overbearing. now dean had completely abandoned his books and wanted to see this damn problem through, just out of his own disbelief. they made questions like this? without multiple choice? and all these numbers?

he, in fact, does not shut up, even as she's writing numbers and scribbling them out and repeating. "yeah, babe, to be honest? don't know what the fuck i'm saying."

"i know." two words, and she'd managed to dismantle the fragile confidence he had in chemistry-related things. "but thank you for trying to help in your own way."

she might as well have just stabbed him. "just doin' my job, pretty lady," dean saluted her, tipping his baseball cap at her before plucking it off his head and spinning it around. front facing meant business, backwards meant party. he deserved a party after the couple of braincells in his head had sparked and fizzled out. "hey, how 'bout this," the mischief in his smile is absolutely diabolical considering he was really just starting to hinder you more than anything, "every question either of us get right, we take somethin' off?"

her eyebrows raise. "you're gonna be fully clothed and i'm gonna be naked if we do that."

dean leans in to steal a kiss, that devilish grin still on his mouth. "that's precisely the point. get t'solvin', pretty lady."

she wasn't going to argue. especially not when he used precisely right in a sentence.

[kenzdolls]

explosive hearts: a bday surprise ꣑ৎ

𖤐 synopsis: the explosive hero-in-training reluctantly endures a surprise birthday party organized by his classmates, but finds genuine joy in the thoughtful gift and quiet moments shared with you.

𖤐 trigger warnings: fluff

𖤐 pairing: katsuki bakugou x gender neutral! reader (post-relationship)

the hallways of ua were surprisingly quiet as you made your way toward the heights alliance dormitory, clutching a small package wrapped in black paper with tiny orange explosion patterns. your heart hammered in your chest, almost rivaling the explosive quirk of the boy whose birthday it was today.

katsuki bakugou. april 20th.

you'd been planning this for weeks—the perfect gift, the right moment to give it to him, and most importantly, how to survive the encounter without becoming a victim of his infamous temper. dating bakugou for the past few months had been an adventure, to say the least. beneath that prickly exterior was someone fiercely loyal and determined, someone who pushed you to be better every day.

but that didn't make his birthday any less intimidating.

---

the morning had started with a flood of texts from your classmates, all coordinating for bakugou's "surprise" party—a surprise he'd undoubtedly see coming from a mile away.

"remember, 5 pm sharp!" mina had texted, followed by a string of explosion emojis. "and don't tell him!"

you'd spent your free period between classes frantically wrapping his gift, your mind replaying memories of how your relationship with the explosive hero-in-training had evolved.

it had begun during joint training sessions three months ago. you'd been paired together for combat practice, and unlike others who hesitated around his fiery temper, you stood your ground.

"you're not going to beat a villain by holding back, so don't hold back with me!" you'd challenged him.

he'd looked shocked for a moment before that trademark smirk spread across his face. "fine by me. don't cry when you lose!"

to everyone's surprise (especially his), you'd managed to hold your own. not win—bakugou was too skilled for that—but you'd impressed him. and impressing bakugou katsuki was no small feat.

after training, he'd cornered you in the hallway.

"you. train with me tomorrow," he'd demanded, more than asked.

and so began your regular training sessions, which gradually transformed from strictly professional to something more personal. you noticed how he'd adjust his techniques to help you improve, how his criticism, while blunt, was always constructive. the way his eyes lingered on you when he thought you weren't looking.

your first kiss had been after a particularly grueling session. both of you, sweaty and exhausted, had collapsed against the gym wall. you'd turned to say something, only to find his face inches from yours, those intense crimson eyes studying your face with an unfamiliar softness.

"you're not half bad," he'd mumbled, and then his lips were on yours, rough and demanding yet surprisingly gentle.

since then, your relationship had been as explosive and intense as the boy himself—full of heated arguments, passionate make-up sessions, and quiet moments of understanding that no one else got to see.

and now, his birthday was here, and you wanted it to be special.

---

according to kirishima, bakugou hated celebrations focused on him. "too much damn attention," he'd growl. yet you knew he secretly appreciated the acknowledgment—just not the fuss.

as you approached his door, voices from inside made you pause.

"deku, get that stupid banner out of my face!"

"but kacchan, it's your special day! everyone pitched in to—"

"i don't care! i didn't ask for this!"

"come on, man!" kirishima's cheerful voice. "it's just a small party! even all might sent you a card!"

you winced. so much for your plan to have a quiet moment with him. class 1-a had apparently beaten you to the punch with a surprise party. for a moment, you considered turning back, waiting until later when the chaos had died down.

"where's [y/n]?" bakugou's gruff question made you freeze. "if you extras dragged everyone here but didn't tell [y/n], i'm blowing this whole damn dorm up."

your heart fluttered. he was looking for you?

taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. the room fell silent instantly.

the door flew open to reveal bakugou himself, hair wild as always, crimson eyes narrowing when he saw you. behind him, the entire class froze in various stages of party preparation. midoriya was hanging a crooked "happy birthday" banner, kirishima and sero had armfuls of snacks, and ashido was attempting to set up a small music system. kaminari was in the corner, tangled in what appeared to be extension cords, while todoroki stood awkwardly by the window, holding a small wrapped gift.

"there you are," bakugou grumbled, something like relief crossing his features before his scowl returned. "these idiots decided to invade my room."

"happy birthday, katsuki," you said softly, holding out the small package. "i was hoping to catch you alone, but..."

his eyes darted to the gift, then back to your face. without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

"hey!" came the muffled protests from inside.

"kacchan! we spent hours decorating!"

"bakugou, that's rude!" you chided, but couldn't help smiling. this was so like him.

"they can wait," he said, crossing his arms. "i've been dealing with their birthday crap all day. first, round face and deku ambushed me at breakfast with some homemade card that looked like a five-year-old made it. then glasses gave me some lecture about 'the importance of commemorating one's date of birth with proper reflection.' as if i give a crap."

you laughed, imagining iida's serious expression as he delivered what was probably a well-intentioned speech.

"then all might sent me a card with some american superhero on it," bakugou continued, rolling his eyes, though you noticed he didn't sound quite as annoyed about that one. "and now they've taken over my room like it's their right. i haven't had five minutes to myself all day."

"want me to come back later?" you asked, though you were disappointed at the thought.

"no," he said quickly, almost too quickly. his cheeks colored slightly as he realized his eagerness. "i mean, you're already here, so whatever."

"smooth recovery," you teased.

"shut up," he growled, but there was no real heat behind it.

"here," you said again, pushing the package toward him. "it's not much, but i thought you might like it."

he took it with surprisingly gentle hands, turning it over once before carefully tearing the wrapping paper. inside was a custom-made training journal, bound in leather with his hero name embossed on the cover in orange lettering. when he opened it, the first page had a handwritten note from you.

"to become the number one hero, you need to keep track of what works. no one works harder than you, katsuki. happy birthday. - [y/n]"

the rest of the pages were specially formatted for training regimens, with sections for technique improvements, quirk developments, and combat strategies. you'd also included some analysis of his recent fights from the training exercises, with your own observations on what made his moves effective.

in the very back, hidden between the last page and the cover, was a photo you'd secretly taken during one of your training sessions. bakugou was mid-explosion, his face lit by the orange glow of his quirk, a fierce grin of pure joy on his face. it captured everything you loved about him—his power, his passion, his absolute certainty in his own abilities.

bakugou was silent for so long that you started to worry.

"if you don't like it, i can get something—"

"shut up," he interrupted, but his voice lacked its usual bite. he was still staring at the journal, running his thumb over the embossed letters. his eyes had found the hidden photo, and you saw his expression soften in a way that made your heart race. "this is... good. really good."

coming from bakugou, that was equivalent to anyone else's effusive praise.

"you actually put thought into this," he continued, glancing up at you. "not just some random crap like the extras in there."

"well, i know how serious you are about becoming the best," you replied. "and you deserve tools that match your ambition."

something changed in bakugou's expression then—a softening around the eyes, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. before you could react, he'd stepped forward, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

"you get me," he said quietly, almost wonderingly. "everyone else just sees the explosions."

"i see all of you, katsuki. the good, the bad, and the explosive."

he laughed then—a rare, genuine sound that made your heart soar. "damn right you do."

his kiss caught you by surprise, fierce and passionate like everything he did, yet with an underlying tenderness that he showed to no one else. you melted into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer, his free hand sliding to the small of your back.

the door suddenly flew open, and you both sprang apart to find kirishima grinning at you.

"sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but we've got cake melting in here. very unmanly to waste good food."

bakugou's face flushed red—from embarrassment or anger, you couldn't tell. "hair-for-brains! ever heard of privacy?"

kirishima just laughed. "come on, birthday boy. everyone's waiting."

"don't call me that," bakugou growled, but he didn't protest further. instead, he tucked the journal carefully into his pocket and took your hand, his palm warm against yours. "those idiots in there probably got a cake or something. might as well not let it go to waste."

it was as close to "thank you for the party" as bakugou would ever get.

"lead the way, birthday boy," you teased.

he growled at the nickname but didn't let go of your hand as he pushed the door open, facing his classmates with what could almost be described as tolerance. "alright, you extras! let's get this over with!"

---

the party was actually fun, even by bakugou's standards, though he'd never admit it out loud. the cake was spicy chocolate—someone had done their research—and even the gifts showed that his classmates knew him better than he gave them credit for.

kirishima had gotten him a set of premium hand weights. "for when you can't get to the gym, bro!"

todoroki, surprisingly, had gifted him a high-end knife set. "you mentioned wanting to improve your cooking skills," he'd said simply, ignoring bakugou's suspicious glare.

midoriya's gift—a limited edition all might collectible that bakugou had been eyeing for months—almost caused another explosion, but you saw how carefully he set it aside rather than throwing it away.

but as the celebration continued, you noticed how he kept the journal close, occasionally touching his pocket as if to make sure it was still there. and throughout the evening, his eyes would find yours across the room, that rare smile appearing just for you.

at one point, kaminari suggested party games, which led to an intense round of "truth or dare."

when it was bakugou's turn, ashido grinned mischievously. "truth! when did you realize you liked [y/n]?"

the room fell silent, everyone waiting for the inevitable explosion. but bakugou just scoffed, his eyes finding yours.

"when they didn't back down during training," he said bluntly. "most people either fear me or try to 'fix' me. [y/n] just told me to bring it on." he paused, then added with a smirk, "plus, they called deku an annoying fanboy once, and that's when i knew it was meant to be."

"hey!" midoriya protested as everyone else burst into laughter.

you remembered that moment—it had been after midoriya had spent fifteen minutes analyzing bakugou's fighting style in excruciating detail, stars in his eyes the entire time.

"he's brilliant, but doesn't he ever turn it off?" you'd whispered to bakugou, who had looked at you with newfound respect.

the game continued, and by the time it circled back to you, most of the class had either embarrassed themselves or revealed surprising secrets. sero had admitted to using his tape to cheat on a middle school test. todoroki confessed he secretly enjoyed romantic comedies. uraraka had been dared to float iida around the room like a balloon.

"[y/n], truth or dare?" kirishima asked.

"truth," you decided, not trusting the gleam in his eye.

"what's your favorite thing about our explosive friend here?" he gestured to bakugou, who looked like he was considering murder.

you thought for a moment, aware of bakugou's eyes on you. "his determination," you finally said. "when katsuki decides to do something, nothing stops him. it's inspiring." you met his gaze across the circle. "and he pushes me to be better too."

something flashed in those crimson eyes—surprise, pleasure, and something deeper that made your pulse quicken.

"damn right i do," he said, but his voice was softer than usual.

---

the party started winding down around midnight. aizawa had stopped by briefly—"just making sure you're not destroying the building"—and seemed satisfied that the celebration was relatively controlled, at least by class 1-a standards.

as people began to leave, you started helping clean up, gathering paper plates and cups.

"leave it," bakugou said, coming up behind you. "they made the mess, they can clean it."

"that's not very heroic," you teased.

"neither is trashing someone's room for a party they didn't ask for," he retorted, but there was no real anger in his voice. in fact, he seemed almost... content? it was a strange look on bakugou's usually scowling face.

most of the class said their goodbyes, until only kirishima, midoriya, and a few others remained to finish cleaning.

"we'll handle the rest," kirishima said with a knowing grin, nudging midoriya who was obliviously gathering balloons. "you two probably want some time alone."

"mind your own business, shitty hair!" bakugou barked, but he didn't disagree.

taking your hand, he led you out of the dorm and onto the balcony at the end of the hallway. the night was clear, stars visible above the ua campus, a gentle spring breeze carrying the scent of cherry blossoms.

"thanks," he said abruptly, leaning against the railing. "for the journal. it's... exactly what i needed."

"you're welcome," you replied, standing beside him, your shoulders almost touching. "i'm glad you like it."

"and for not making a big deal about today," he added, turning to face you. "everyone else acts like i should be dancing around because i managed not to die for another year."

you laughed. "that's one way to look at birthdays."

"the only way that makes sense," he insisted. "but... i guess it's not terrible having people acknowledge it. even if they're annoying about it."

coming from bakugou, this was practically a heartfelt speech of gratitude.

"next year," he said in a low voice, moving closer so that his arm pressed against yours, "just you and me. no extras."

your heart skipped. next year. he was already thinking about spending his next birthday with you.

"it's a date," you promised, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.

he turned to face you then, expression serious. "you know i'm not good at this... feelings crap."

"you don't say," you teased gently.

he glared, but there was no real heat behind it. "i'm trying to say something here."

"sorry," you said, fighting a smile. "go on."

he took a deep breath, as if preparing for battle. "you're important to me. more than... well, more than anyone. and i'm going to be the number one hero someday, which means i need people i can trust at my side. people who push me. people who understand me." his eyes locked with yours. "that's you."

coming from bakugou, this was equivalent to a passionate declaration of love.

"katsuki..." you began, emotion thick in your voice.

"don't get all sappy on me," he warned, but his hand found yours, fingers intertwining. "just... be there. keep training with me. keep challenging me."

"always," you promised. "as long as you do the same for me."

a genuine smile spread across his face—not his battle-hungry grin or his triumphant smirk, but something softer and more rare. "deal."

then he was kissing you again, one hand cupping your face, the other at your waist pulling you closer. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of him against you, the subtle scent of nitroglycerin and something uniquely bakugou enveloping you.

when you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, those crimson eyes unusually gentle.

"best birthday," he admitted grudgingly.

"just wait until next year," you promised with a smile.

he grinned, that familiar confidence lighting his features. "it better be even more explosive."

"with you, katsuki, how could it be anything else?"

as the stars shone overhead and the distant sounds of your classmates echoed from inside, you stood in comfortable silence with the boy who had captured your heart with his explosive determination and hidden tenderness.

loving katsuki bakugou wasn't easy—it was challenging, frustrating, and sometimes downright infuriating. but as he stood beside you, his hand warm in yours, you wouldn't have it any other way. because beneath all the explosions and anger was a heart that beat just for you, and a promise of many more birthdays to come.

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Hello! i was wondering if you could do serial killer/slasher yandere parent? Dont know if thats too dark tho 😅

Here it is!! I've gotten a few requests like this, and since a lot of people also want to see more willing readers, I added a little of that to the mix!

TW: Implied/attempted murder, loss of child, implied assault/creeps toward reader (not the yandad), parental yandere, light forced infantilization, violence, reader implied to kind of has issues of their own

You know it wasn't a good idea to walk home alone, especially in this hour of the night, and double-especially when there had already been six murders around the same general area you live in, all clearly by the same person.

But, your phone had died, you couldn't get an Uber, and there wasn't really anybody you could call to come pick you up, even if your phone was working properly.

So, you decide that walking home will have to work tonight.

That probably wasn't the best choice you've ever made.

When you're halfway to your house, you hear a slight rustling around behind you. You spin around, hoping to catch whatever (or whoever) was following you in the act of making the sound. There's nothing there.

Shaking your head, you continue to walk down the street, subconsciously walking faster.

It must be that murder case that's been hanging over everyone's heads lately that's getting you nervous like this, right?

Wrong.

When you start speed-walking, the same noise as before starts up again, but it sounds closer than last time. You don't have much time before someone tries tackling you.

In the corner of your eye, you see a gun pulled out from under their trench coat. Quickly reaching out for the murderer's arm, you grab it, and try to stop them from aiming at you.

You shove them away and run in the only direction you can without getting tackled; the alleyway.

Seeing there's no time to hide, and all the hiding spots are obvious anyway, you succumb to a panic attack and crouch down onto the ground with your head in your knees.

You take out what money you have and chuck it in his direction. "Please, just take my money and leave me alone! That's all I have! If you want my phone too, just take it!"

The man almost cackles. "I don't need any money," he states matter-of-factly. You can hear the grin in his voice. He walks slowly towards you as if to intimidate you more, though it does little to affect your mindset more than it already has. He's still holding the gun. "Don't take it personally. It's nothing against you. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

At this point, you've fully come to terms with your demise, which is clear to the other party.

You look up at him with puffy eyes from sobbing, and tears and snot running down your face. Most of his face is covered, but you can see his eyes.

And much to your surprise, you see them widen.

A few seconds go by, and now you're afraid to break eye contact. You watch as the man before you put his gun back in its holster inside of his trench coat and curse under his breath while looking away.

He clears his throat after a few more dramatic seconds go by. "Go home, kid." You stand up on shaky legs. "Grab your stuff first, then get outta here. I won't chase ya."

Hesitant, you do so anyway, because who would refuse such an offer?

Grabbing your money, you stuff it in your pockets and wipe your face. As soon as you're ready to go, you dash past the stranger, not wanting to spend another minute around the killer.

...

After that incident, you feel as if you're being watched.

Well, obviously you'd think so; you were just almost murdered.

But, when you're going to anywhere, you can feel eyes staring at you wherever you go.

A car with tinted windows follows each time. It isn't unique by any means, just a black Mitsubishi.

But still, it's there. Every time you leave your house, the same vehicle parks near you until you return to your home. Sometimes you try going on wild goose chases to catch the bastard following you off guard, but when you make your way back, it'll be parked somewhere near your driveway.

For almost two months this becomes a cycle, and it especially starts becoming concerning whenever you get sick, or have a bad day, there's always a basket of goodies on your porch steps the next day.

You don't eat them, and instead just throw them away, but it's clear none of them have been tampered with. The most disturbing part about it all is they have your favorites—your favorite animals now into plushies, your favorite snacks and candies, and other such things.

Is this his way of just messing with you until he inevitably comes to finish the job?

One night, when you're walking home from work, you notice the same vehicle tailing you from your workplace to your house. You walk with speed and reach your porch step, where the driver can see you enter your house, and they pull out, as if reassured you're safe.

Maybe they're trying to make sure you aren't hurt in any way?

Another night, one late, you stay out longer than you should, and much like any other time, you're followed once again.

Unlike normal though, there are three men whistling at you, taunting you. You ignore them as best as you can, walking faster and keeping your head down in hopes you won't seem interesting. Your wishes are not fulfilled.

Your arm is tugged harshly backward, pulling you onto the sidewalk with brute force.

The three guys look at you hungrily. "Where are you going this late at night?" the obvious leader speaks up, a greasy, slimy grin on his face, only worsening when he sees how fearful you've become.

"I...I'm going home."

One of them tries grabbing you, and against your better judgment, you take off in an attempt to escape, though you aren't fast enough to avoid your jacket being grabbed.

In your panic, you somehow end up wriggling yourself away and onto the ground. You try to get up, but one of them holds their foot on your back, pushing you back onto the asphalt.

But, oh-so-conveniently, you can hear a vehicle door open and slam shut, and then the pounding of boots against concrete.

The foot on your back lets up, because the guy goes tumbling backwards onto his back.

Now free, you sit yourself up quickly, rubbing the back of your head, which had hit the sidewalk. You blink the blurriness away, to see the man—the same one who nearly killed you and has been following you—hovering over the main creep.

"Hey, what the hell is your problem?!" said creep yells. He tries standing up, but the killer stomps on his ankle.

A crunch resounds through the air, accompanied by a sharp scream. The other two guys stand frozen, watching in horror.

"Get your little buddy and get outta here," he warns the other two, finally backing away. He has a gun pointed at them threateningly, as to tell them not to try anything else.

They quickly help their leader up and hobble away in fear.

You want to yell at this man, to demand answers or run, but you can't. "Thank you, sir..." you whisper.

Now you can get a good look at him. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, maybe even fifties, and has graying brown hair, along with gray eyes.

There's a scar along his cheekbone that adds a rugged charm to him. He smells like expensive cologne and coffee beans. If he didn't try killing you not too long ago, you might've really put your trust into him, he seems like just a grumpy dad.

"Are you alright?" His voice sounds oddly soft, as if genuinely concerned for your health. He reaches toward you, and you close your eyes, readying yourself to be hurt, but he only examines a bruise forming on your forehead. "Thought you learnt your lesson last time about stayin' out late at night."

"I don't think it'd matter either way. You know where I live, I've seen your car," you mutter. You don't look him in the eyes, hoping to avoid seeing any possible rage held within them. He doesn't say anything after that, so you continue. "Why are you doing this?"

A rough hand grabs yours, lifting you to your feet. "Do what? Save ya from gettin' jumped?"

"No! That's part of it, sure, but the gifts, and protecting me, and—and...you were just gonna kill me all those months ago!"

He sighs. "Yeah, 'were'. Not 'are'. I decided I ain't gonna anymore."

"But why?" you repeat, glaring daggers at the older man.

"I usually go after bad people. I mistook you for someone else, and then when you looked up at me like you did," he says while shifting his stance to a more firm position, "'all scared and hopeless and pathetic and—" he pauses suddenly, shaking his head to recollect himself. "Look, I saw my kid in you."

"You have a kid?"

"Had. Had a kid."

You almost want to apologize for the loss of his kid, when you remember the fact he's literally a serial killer. "And that's why you decided to stalk me for the past two months and give me baskets full of stuff?"

"We both know for a fact you hardly take care of yourself well enough. You're clumsy as shit, always irresponsible, you eat terribly..."

"I'm not being scolded how I live my life by a serial killer!" you interject. "Who even are you, anyway?"

"Dante," he answers.

"And I figure you already know everything about me?" It's less of a question and more of a statement at this point.

He chuckles. "If I didn't, would you still introduce yourself to me?" When he gets no answer from you, he smiles lopsidedly. "Get in the car, I'll drive ya home."

You narrow your eyes at him. "So you can kidnap me, or something?"

Dante puts a hand on your shoulder, his expression becoming cold again. "If I wanted to do that, I could have already done it plenty of times before, kiddo. I'm a lot of things; a liar ain't one of them."

"Fine, okay. I'll let you drive me home." You roll your eyes when you hear him laugh victoriously under his breath and follow him into his car. "How do you have the time all day to stalk me like this?" you ask aloud, climbing into the passenger's seat. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"You call it stalking, I call it watchin' over you like a father should his child. So far, we've seen just how helpful it is having me keep an eye on you," Dante replies. He pauses. "And I'm retired, but I used to be a private investigator."

"Oh joy. My own personal PI." You buckle your seat belt. You're still in disbelief. Someone actually gives enough of a damn about your safety, and it's your local neighborhood serial killer? "You said you only kill bad people." He hums in confirmation. "Does that mean 'petty thief' bad? Or, like, actual bad people?"

"The latter, kid. Not 'cause it makes me feel like a good person, just makes me feel like less of a bad person."

"So you can admit you aren't a good person?" you quip sarcastically, arms folded.

"Course not. But I don't think there really are any inherently good people in the world," he says.

"What about me, then? Why protect me if you think there's nobody who's actually 'good'?"

Dante glances at you. "I don't expect you to be a saint. In my eyes, you're amazing, perfect even. And sure, you got flaws—a lot of 'em—but so does your old man."

You cringe at the statement. "You mentioned me reminding you of your kid. What happened?" you pry further. "All I know is they died, right?" You rub the bruise on your forehead.

"They were out with some friends one night. And a few hours later I'm gettin' phone calls about how my baby's in critical condition. I get there, but there wasn't anything I could've done to save 'em. All I could do was sit beside them 'til..." He trails off. "They died holding my hand. But," he adds, looking at you sternly, "that shit ain't happenin' to you. That's why I'm keeping you safe."

After he stops at a red light, you stare up at him, deep in thought. "Is that why you kill...?"

"Because someone killed my kid?"

"Yeah, exactly."

Dante nods his head after a moment of hesitation. "It started with that, yeah. I killed the bastards that put them in that hospital bed. But that wasn't enough. I guess with monsters like that, I get a little trigger-happy."

It's quiet for a while.

"...how do you know I won't come forward about this information?" you question once your home is in sight. "Or try leaving, for that matter?"

Dante laughs. "You wouldn't get far without me knowing."

That shuts you up quick. Your house pulls up soon afterwards.

"Well, uh, thanks for driving me home," you mumble, opening the car door.

"No problem. Oh, wait—" he takes your wrist gently to keep you from getting out yet. He digs in the compartment below your armrest. Eventually he finds a pen and pad. He writes something down, ripping it off and handing it to you. "—call me whenever you need it. Even if ya just need help studying, or whatever." Dante shrugs nonchalantly.

"Or I'll just knock on the window of the car outside my place?" You weakly smile. Despite the oddity of the situation, this whole scenario is strangely hilarious.

At least, it feels that way because you might've hit your head a little too hard.

...

Those people who were harassing you went missing. You know for a fact it was Dante, and while you don't wish for their deaths, it still leaves a sour taste in your mouth when you see them on the news, with their parents crying about how sweet and kind they were.

You don't even know how to feel about Dante anymore. Maybe he is a good person, who really is doing the world a favor, but it's just not worth the risk to associate with him.

Except he isn't going to leave you alone.

Still though, you decide that ignoring him until he just leaves you alone.

Which proves difficult because sometimes he comes around and knocks on your door every so often, to drop off food, and just check in on you and how you're doing.

Some days you wonder what might happen if you answer, or send a text. He did give you his phone number after all.

You fight the curious urge, until one day, when tiredly trudging home after a particularly awful day.

For some reason, you look around the streets for a black car following you, but find nothing of the sort.

You decide to go against your better judgment and decide to call Dante. You don't know why you're doing this, every instinct in your body is telling you to not do it.

The phone rings a few times, until an annoyed voice picks up. "What? I'm busy," he snaps.

"Oh, uh, sorry," you stutter. "I shouldn't have called, that was stupid of me—"

"Wait, no, I didn't—" Silence hangs in the air. "Sorry," Dante says softer this time. "Didn't know it was you at first. Is everything alright?"

Your fingers tap against the wood of the table nervously, trying to make up some sort of excuse to cover for the real reason you're calling him.

"Nothing, just... didn't have a good day." You feel so pathetic right now, too caught up in your own emotions to hear the muffled cries in the background on Dante's side of the call. "But that doesn't concern you, does it? Why am I saying this?"

"It's alright, kiddie. Whatever happened to make you upset is important to me." Dante is definitely smiling right now. "Well, listen. I was busy right now, but it can wait, so how's about I swing by wherever you are and you and I can spend some time together? Get somethin' to eat, maybe? Your choice."

You find it hard to decline him. "...okay. I'm not home right now though. Can I just call an Uber and meet you somewhere?" you suggest.

He snorts. "My driving so bad that you'd rather waste money than spend thirty minutes in the same vehicle as me?"

"No, it's not that. I just feel like I'll be intruding since you're busy, or something."

"Don't be silly. Just tell me where you are and I'll be there soon. Alright? Don't get into any suspicious vans or anything like that while I'm not there." He ends the call with that.

The next ten minutes or so you stand around awkwardly, watching as pedestrians pass by. Eventually though, Dante arrives, driving up beside you. He gestures for you to open the passenger door, which you oblige.

You climb inside, buckle your seatbelt, and turn toward Dante. "So...where are we going?"

He stares back at you for a brief second. "Depends. Where would you like to go?"

After some hesitation, you give your favorite restaurant, which he nods in acknowledgement to and begins to drive.

"Why was your day bad?" he asks. "Did something happen? Someone hurt you?" At the red light, he turns to give you a quick glance-over, searching for any bruises or cuts, most likely. You're not injured, though the concerned look on his face stays.

"No, I just haven't slept much lately," you mutter.

"Have you eaten today?" You look away from Dante as an answer, making him curse under his breath. "The biggest hazard to you is yourself, it seems." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "I'm glad you finally called me, by the way. Why'd you decide to do it now?"

You hesitate. "I was feeling lonely, I guess."

"Really? Is that all?" The light flicks to green again, and Dante continues to drive.

"...I didn't see you stalking me today. Normally I see your car following me everywhere."

His breath hitches. "And...that worried you?" Dante looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

You don't reply.

Soon the conversation dies out, and neither of you bother to start another one up.

He focuses on driving, while you distract yourself with counting the amount of trees along the sidewalk on the way to the destination.

When you two pull up in the parking lot, you expect there to be tension, but surprisingly enough, the silence between you two feels comfortable, safe almost. It's a nice change from the usual uneasiness.

Dante gets out first, and you follow. The bell of the restaurant dings when you both enter.

"How many?" the hostess asks politely.

"Two. Thank you," Dante says with a charming smile. To you, it's an obvious fake persona, but she buys it hook, line, and sinker. You roll your eyes discreetly as she leads you two to the booth. You sit on opposite ends, taking your menus from her before she heads off to take care of other customers.

You think about it, then settle for the cheapest thing on the menu, trying to avoid taking advantage of Dante's kindness.

He notices anyway. "I know I don't dress fancy, or anything, but I've got the cash, kiddo. If you want to order the whole menu, you could, and I'd still be able to afford it tenfold. Nothin' is too expensive for you."

"I..." Your face burns out of embarrassment. You flip through the menu once more. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am." Dante scans through his own menu, although half-heartedly, considering his focus is still mostly on you.

Once your orders are made, you both try making small-talk, which proves ineffective. Then your orders arrive, and that too, becomes awkward when he insists on helping you cut up your meal into smaller pieces.

You make a show out of being mad, though truthfully it isn't bothersome as you try letting on it is.

After dinner (which he pays for completely) he looks like he's contemplating on something in the car. "Would you like to come to my place, kiddo?"

"Like, your house?" you clarify.

Dante nods. "It's only fair. I know where you live, I figure it'd be polite showing you the same courtesy."

"Sure, but it depends if I'll leave alive," you joke, but part of you is still concerned about that.

"With the way you take care of yourself, I think staying with me might actually help increase your lifespan a little bit."

A few moments pass by, the two of you basking in the company of one another. It's...nice.

The drive to Dante's home is around thirty minutes long, and barely in the city, surprisingly enough. His house isn't anything super impressive, but it doesn't look bad either.

A very average, middle-class home. It's comforting to see Dante likes simple things, makes it easier to think of him as a normal person than the murderer you know he is.

He steps outside of the car and opens your door for you. You give him a questioning glance, but decide to ignore it for now, unbuckling and heading over to the porch with Dante trailing behind you.

"This is it," he states, pulling his keys out to unlock the door, beckoning you to go in before him.

The interior of his home isn't anything special either, which you enjoy seeing. It makes Dante seem more human. On top of that, it feels safe here, even if this is the last place it should feel this way. It does have a slightly annoying (and worrying) scent of bleach permeating throughout the house.

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Can I ask something? It might be a little weird or triggering, so..."

"You can ask me anything. Doesn't bother me," Dante says.

"Okay... are you so interested in me because I simply look like or act like your kid? I'm worried you expect me to act like them or something similar..."

Dante sighs heavily, sitting down on his couch, and motioning for you to join him. Hesitantly, you do so, staying silent while you wait for him to gather his thoughts.

"I know you're not them. Sure, you remind me a bit of them, but you're your own person, too. It's fine if you don't want to pretend you're anyone but yourself, y'know? That ain't what I'm looking for, and forcing someone to do that wouldn't make anyone happy." He mulls over his words for a moment. "I guess I just want to be a dad again. I felt useless after my kid died, so you gave me that opportunity again."

You look at the ground awkwardly. "Why couldn't you just adopt a kid?"

"A lot of money," Dante answers. "Not to mention not working anymore and not being married anymore makes adoption agencies wary. Plus, you looked like you needed protecting, so I wanted to do so. Now, my turn. Why'd you invite me out? Wanted to spend some time with your old man?" Dante laughs lightly, but his eyes show clear hopefulness.

"If you insist on acting like my father," you pause, taking in a breath, "then yes. I suppose that means I wanted to spend time with you. Is that okay?"

Dante looks almost ready to cry. His hands twitch at his sides. "'course it is," he mutters softly, barely containing himself from getting overly emotional.

You scoot closer to Dante, hesitating for only a few moments before wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you for inviting me into your home."

He reciprocates quickly, holding onto you like a lifeline, face buried in your hair. "I missed this so much..." His voice is choked-up as he holds you tighter to him. "My baby," Dante whispers.

You don't know why you're letting this happen, but you don't want to dwell on that. His embrace is more comforting than it should be, especially considering what he is. But if he wants to play pretend, to imagine he has a child again, you may as well let him.

Even if that means ignoring the faint noises from the basement, and pretending it's just someone next-door.

"I love you so much," he mutters. He almost sounds hysterical, even if his tone is quiet, almost a whisper. "Never leave me. I can't take that, kid. I can't."

You pretend to be asleep, just so you won't have to answer that. He sighs and only holds you tighter.

[socialobligation]

schedule disruption: you

you and izuku midoriya have been best friends forever. he's busy, responsible, always on schedule—you're not. but when your night goes sideways, he drops everything to come get you. you say something you might not remember. he hopes you do.

the music inside is muffled now—blurry thudding base pressed against the walls like it's trying to escape. your phone glows in your palm for a few seconds longer, until izuku’s "i'm on my way" disappears. you blink, feel the chill air wrap around your shoulders, and finally set it down beside you on the grass.

the night air is cool against your skin, a little too cool for how flushed your face feels. you're barefoot, or at least... one shoe is definitely missing. whatever. it's fine.

you curl your arms around your knees and squint up at the stars, counting exactly none of them.

the front door opens behind you with a roar of noise and then shuts again. laughter spills out into the dark for a second, but it doesn't reach you. you sit there in a haze, cheek pressed against your arm, blinking slow. everything feels floaty. you're starting to regret that last drink.

when the familiar black car pulls up to the curb, headlights washing over the lawn, you sigh in relief. izuku parks in a weirdly straight line, like even now he needs to make sure he's perfectly aligned with the sidewalk. of course he does.

he's out of the car in a second, jogging around to you. "y/n?"

you lift your head and wave weakly, "heyyy, 'zuku."

he exhales through his nose, crouching diown. "are you okay?"

"mhm," you hum, then after a beat, "no."

he doesn't ask anything else. he helps you up with one arm around your shoulders, leading you gently to the car, careful not to rush you.

"you smell like cheap tequila and regret," he says as he buckles your seatbelt for you.

"mmm. that's just perfect."

the drive to your dorm is quiet at first—until it's not.

"izuuukuuu," you sing, dragging out the vowels.

he glances at you, just long enough to check you haven't somehow turned into a puddle in his passenger seat. "yeah?"

"do you think that if trees could talk," you say, eyes glazed and face pressed against the window, "they'd be mad at us for always carving initials into them? like. what if that was their face?"

"...what?"

"like—what if—what if it's like if i just came up to you and went '<3 Y/N + I.M.' right across your cheek with a knife."

he blinks hard, struggling not to laugh. "okay. maybe no more frat parties for you."

"you're not even listening to the message, izuku," you pout.

"i think you should write a thesis on it. present it to the botany department."

"you're making fun of me," you say dramatically, eyes fluttering closed. "wow. and to think, i was gonna marry you."

he almost swerves. "what?"

"hmm?"

"...nevermind."

when he pulls up to your dorm and puts the car in park, you frown.

"shit," you mutter, blinking hard. "i don't have my key."

he turns to look at you. "what?"

"my roommates brought me. they were gonna unlock it when i got back. i didn't... i didn't think i'd need mine."

he lets his head fall back against the headrest, then sighs.

"...okay. you're coming back with me."

by the time you get to his apartment, you're half-asleep and still clinging to his arm like gravity doesn't apply to you anymore.

"okay, come on," he murmurs, locking his car and adjusting his grip around your waist. "let's get you inside."

the walk to his building is slow. you trip on the curb and immediately latch onto him with both arms, face smushed against his shoulder.

"you smell nice," you whisper.

"that's—thank you," he says, trying to breathe through it.

he unlocks his door, nudges it open with his foot, and guides you in gently.

you kick kick off your lone shoe and immediately make a beeline for his bed, flopping face-first into the mattress. he sighs and tugs a blanket over you, tossing you a hoodie too—just in case.

he exits the bedroom and returns a few minutes later with a bottle of water, aspirin, and a small trash bin.

you've turned onto your side, face buried into his pillow.

"y/n," he says softly, kneeling beside the bed, "can you sit up for a second?"

"mm. no."

"i brought you water."

"...fine. if you insist," you grumble, lifting yourself up with all the grace of a wet noodle.

he hands you the bottle and the pills. you down them obediently.

then, after a long pause: "you're too nice to me."

"someone has to be," he replies, tucking the blanket around you. "your decision-making tonight was... not ideal."

"hey."

"you were drunk. by yourself. with nobody around that you knew."

you frown, suddenly more awake. "okay, well—sorry my friends ditched me? that's not my fault."

he sighs, eyes soft. "i know. i'm not blaming you."

you grumble something incoherent and flop dramatically onto your side. "felt like you were."

"wasn't," he says gently. "just... worried."

you peek up at him, eyes squinted. "...i guess that's allowed."

"thanks for the permission," he says, and you swear you hear the tiniest smile in his voice.

he starts to stand, but your hand catches his wrist.

"hey, izuku?" he pauses, looking back at you.

you blink slowly. "you're my favorite person. like ever."

his eyes widen a little. he swallows. "...y/n—"

"'s true. dunno when it happened but i love you."

he blinks.

you blink.

"...what?" "i love you," you repeat, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "kinda figured you knew that already."

his mouth opens. nothing comes out.

it's not the first time you've told him that.

you've said it before, offhandedly—over childhood goodbyes, late-night calls, after especially rough days. but something aboiut the way you say it now is different.

it doesn't sound like a best friend.

it sounds like everything else.

"i mean," you continue, voice soft and sleepy," why else would i always call you first? or wait for you to text back before i do anything. or remember your whole ass schedule even though i don't even know mine."

he looks like he's buffering. you broke izuku midoriya.

which means the only plausible thing to do here is keep going.

"oh," you add suddenly, "and you're, like, insanely hot. in a shy, rule-following, chronic overachiever kinda way."

"y/n."

"what?"

"you're drunk."

"yeah," you agree, "but i'm also right."

he laughs under his breath, eyes warm even in the dim light. and then, gently:

"yeah. i... love you too."

your eyes widen just slightly, and he adds, a little quieter, "i just want you to say it again when you mean it sober. so i can believe it's real."

you grin, eyes fluttering shut. "i'll tell you first thing in the morning, then."

he lingers there a second longer, like he's about to say something else—but he doesn't.

just pulls the blanket over your shoulder a little higher.

and softly, almost too softly: "okay. morning, then."

he turns off the light and closes the door behind him.

[angelltheninth]

Michael Robinavitch Makes Take a Break From Work

Pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, age-gap, established relationship, co-workers, being tired, overworking, teasing, cheek kisses, headaches, banter

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A/N: Another medical show for me to obsess over. So many cool (hot) characters here. Enjoy, comment, reblog, all that good stuff.

Robby couldn't find you anywhere and it was already pretty late. What was worse was that you weren't answering your phone at all, which only added to his worry. In the last few days he'd been seeing you less and less, yes the work was piling up, especially with the recent strings of fights breaking out, but he still wanted to have some time with you.

The last place he looked was where he found you, over your little desk, with a lamp shining at you and the stack of papers and medical records. A cold cup of coffee was in the corner, almost gone.

"I kind of suspected you were here but I really wanted to be wrong. Working late again are you?" Robby's heavy, warm hand pressed against your shoulder, then another giving you a massage. "You're gonna get all stiff if you keep sitting like that. The posture's gonna ruin your spine too."

You chuckled and leaned back, head tilted to look up at him. "Don't worry about me Robby. You know I don't mind awkward physical positions." You teased and winked up at him.

He chuckled knowingly, his hands pressing a little harder, pressing a pleasant sounds from your lips. "Doll, you've only been working here about half a year and in that time there's one thing I've learned about you. How insanely nimble and stubborn you are. But you need to rest every once in a while. As new doctor you should know that. Or did you spend your medical school partying and studying just before tests?"

You thought back to those days, endless hours spent in front of a book, the cheap instant ramen you ate even though you knew how bad it was for you, the sleepless nights... definitely not as much partying or fooling around. You were a good student.

"No parties. Mostly getting as much studying in as humanly possible." You reached for you coffee and drank the last of it. Robby shook his head and sighed. Taking the cup out of your hands he set it back to the corner and pressed his thumbs against your temples.

Again, a soft, pleasant sound left you.

"More like inhumanly possible if the coffee intake is the same as what I've observed. Just because you're in your mid-20s doesn't mean you have to push yourself beyond what's good for you. It's probably not helping your headache either." You groaned under the scrutiny of his words. He was right, absolutely right and it irked you. "Let's go home. I'll make you tea and we can sleep until our next shift. And I do actually mean sleep this time. Promise."

Your cheeks heated up slightly but honestly you felt a little too tired to do anything but sleep once you got home. Even with all the caffeine in your system, it would have inevitably lead to an energy crashout and you can't afford that.

"Always looking out for me. My big, strong man." You kissed his cheek and felt a smile grace Robby's lips.

"Someone has to right? We look out for each other now, doll." Hand in hand he walked through the mostly empty halls, the cold lights illuminating your path.

Dividers by: @/bredasbendystraws

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:22 am]

(cw: f!reader, reader is tipsy, profanity)

You weren't sure if it was the lingering effects of cheap alcohol streaming through your system now or just actual envy. The party had died down an hour ago, you were tucked up in fratboy!Jaehyun's bed, his hoodie hanging over your frame, but for some reason your boyfriend wasn't beside you.

You could hear him. He'd left his bedroom door wide open, so while you couldn't see him from you position in his bed, you could hear him clearly.

"It doesn't look bad at all. Look at your legs, they look great," you heard Jaehyun compliment.

You rolled your eyes, mocking him under your breath. He'd been out of the room for close to 20 minutes just chatting it up with who? Well, none other than his best friend Johnny of course! They'd been standing around Johnny's room and complimenting each other since Jaehyun walked out to return Johnny's gym shorts.

You weren't even sure that Jaehyun had complimented you as many times as he had Johnny, even just tonight. "Bro, your arms look huge. How much have you been lifting?" "My arms, dude? Look at your thighs, looking good, my guy."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Geez, could they get any worse? It was as if they could hear your thoughts. "Bro, we should go to the gym together. I'll spot you," one of them told the other.

You huffed out a breath of annoyance, choosing instead to scroll on Instagram instead of listening to the bros compliment each other and kiss each other's asses.

In the hopes of distracting yourself, you pulled Instagram up on your phone. You clicked through stories, watching various clips and images from the party that had just ended. A video of Jungwoo doing a handstand and falling, a video of Mark breakdancing, oh and of course, the usual boomerang posted by your boyfriend of him and Johnny posted up with beers in their hand.

Your thumb tapped on Jaehyun's username and you scrolled from there. Scrolled past the very rare selfie, tapped through his gym highlight, his Nu Chi Theta highlight, scrolled past photodumps of party. Yet... it seemed like there was one constant, one person who was in almost every post and every story in the highlights. John Suh.

You glared at the screen, swiping with purpose through photo dumps and highlights. Two weeks ago Jaehyun posted his monthly photo dump. Slide one was a picture of all the frat guys, slide two was a picture of the breakfast the both of you shared, slide three was a picture of him and Johnny at the gym, and you? There wasn't a picture of your face until slide 8.

The monthly picture dump from the month before last was the same, the month before that, and the month before that too. Glimpses and peeks into the dates you guys had, moments you shared that he felt the need to document, but no pictures of you until almost the very end of the dump.

It's pretty clear to say that the lingering effects of the alcohol you consumed are making you petty and angry. Jaehyun probably could have chosen a better moment to enter his room, but how could he have known you were stewing in jealously over his best friend? He settles onto the bed beside you as you lock your phone. You can feel the anger bubbling in your stomach as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck.

"Oh, have I finally earned your attention?" You ask with a pout.

"What are you even saying right now, Sweetheart?" Jaehyun responds with his brows pinching together.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend time with your previous Johnny instead of me?"

A loud "huh?!" out loudly through the dark room.

"Well, you just complimented each other back and forth more than you've ever complimented me, you always post him in your dumps before you post me, and he basically has two of your highlights dedicated to him since you always go to the gym together and he's your brother! And you only posted him tonight and I looked fucking cute!" You exclaim, breathing heavily as your rant came to an end.

It's silent for a few moments as you assume Jaehyun tries to gather his thoughts and formulate a response. He clears his throat, "you're jealous of Johnny being on my Instagram more than you?"

You turn away from him, shrugging his arm off of you as you huff and cross your arms across your chest. "I don't know... it's just, I think I deserve some attention and posts considering I'm your girlfriend. I think that would be nice," you mumble so quietly that Jaehyun struggles to even hear you.

"I can post us right now, Sweetheart..." Jaehyun tried as he wrapped his arms around you once more and pulled you closer to his chest.

"I don't look cute anymore."

He kisses your cheek, "you look cute and beautiful and sexy and gorgeous all the time, Sweet Girl."

"More than Johnny?" You manage to ask through a yawn as your eyes start to drift shut.

He laughs, "of course, Sweetheart."

You shouldn't be surprised when you wake up in the morning to find that you've been tagged in a post with 20 slides of pictures and videos of you and Jaehyun, some of them you didn't even know he took, but there is still some element of surprise.

You didn't even notice that he's woken up, jumping slightly when you heard his voice, "is the post good enough?"

You shrug before playfully adding, "would have been nice to still have seen a picture of me last night."

"That's slide 19, Sweet Girl."

[rezitio]

⊹ | 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ₙₛʄʷ

ft. Ohma Tokita, Raian Kure, Rama XIII, Kanoh Agito, Niko Tokita, Hatsumi Sen, Wakatsuki Takeshi, Muteba Gizenga

warnings: There's over 40+ links here they each have a description find your own warnings man 😔 they need login of an 18+ acc

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⊹ | Ohma Tokita

01. Sometimes strong men like him need their ego checked but a petite little minx two times smaller than them.

02. At times ohma just wants to feel you on his cock. Especially after a long day of fighting his thoughts, himself and Niko. You were his only light in the inside.

03. It can get real messy with Ohma, I mean really messy.

04. He'll hold you like this when it's all over. When he's done re-arranging your guts after hate-sex. No he doesn't hate you- he hates himself and you happened to be the nearest stress relief

05. Ohma never sleeps (at the right time), so he feels up your body while you have your wet sweet dreams

06. He doesn't want you to think of him like that. He knows what you go through, selling your body in the inside can't be easy. He knows you hate it, but when you offered, for free, God now he knows why people pay so much.

⊹ | Raian Kure

01. Raian making sure both your holes are filled

02. The whole clan knows Raian. The cousin your mother always compares your siblings with and the whole clan knows you. The girl who did not inherit one gene of kure family blood.

03. Raian was never taught how to say I love you or how what love was. He was taught give them no other choice, so he knocked you up knowing damn well he wasn't supposed to come inside.

04. Raian loves them virgins. How eager they are for dick

05. How hard he fucks after convincing you to slip off the condom.

06. Raian can be petty sometimes, leading you to an orgasm like this only to stop and bring up a passing comment

⊹ | Rama XIII

01. "Come on, close so soon? Keep going... please your king"

02. You know he has lots of women lined up for him but maybe,maybe tonight you can finally prove him you're worthy.

Maybe try again next time...

03. Rama absolutely adores his little maid.

⊹ | Gaolang Wongsawat

01. First time with Gaolang was supposed to be cute and pretty, but even a man like him can't think sweetly with a cunt as tight as yours

02. He knows its wrong. Fucking the princess? Your brother will kill him, but even the strongest soldiers fail with temptation

03. With him, sex isn't about orgasm it's about pleasure, the Intimacy

04. Koalang treating his princess well.

05. You don't know how you convinced him to give you a massage but God, did you have to have a fucking perfect body?

06. They call him the fastest boxer, because of how fast he is with his hands.

⊹ | Niko Tokita

01. This is Niko's way of warning you body to take his girth

02. Niko can't remembering the last time he's had pussy, but it seems like wver other day now, he's more than six inches dep in you.

03. Your dad's bestfriend visited while he was gone but not for him. (PLS I CAN IMAGINE HIM SAYING THE SAME EXACT WORDS.)

04. Doing shit like this will get you in trouble just like that.

⊹ | Kanoh Agito

01. He always gives you the opportunity to do whatever you want with him, these are his favs. one.

02. It's either your fucking Kanoh agito, or Fang of Mesturo

03. When ever he's fucking you, his tongue becomes his a weapon used to conquer that pussy.

04. ...

⊹ | Hatsumi Sen

01. I can imagine him fucking the Nogi group's secetary under her desk, and telling anyone passing by you left work early.

02. Seeing your ex again at your engagement party. You told him you hated him, how he made you feel, how you missed his touch and ran to the bathroom. That's where you two are now!

03. He's gotten in trouble with Nogi more times than he can remember, skipping fights and being inappropriate. He can't just resist his boss's cute 'innocent' daughter while she practically begging for his cock.

04. Bumping into your ex and having sex hasn't on your bingo card for the day.

05. He's fucking in love with eating your pussy.

06. Your dad's going to kill you if he find out, but he did tell you to keep him company while he takes this call so...

⊹ | Wakatsuki Takeshi

01. This is how Wakatsuki Takeshi, fucks.

02. You haven't seen each other in such a long time, first thing he made sure to do was rearrange your guts

03. Sometimes he would be hesitant, making you be on top and letting tou ride him. Just so he doesn't accidentally crush you with his weight or split you into half, but he always gets too... impatient

04. At times Takeshi rarely does anything, but the thickness and the heaviness of his dick never fails to make you cry out.

05. Lovely picnic on the grass turns into a fuck sesh mid argument

⊹ | Muteba Gizenga

01. What would you honestly do in that situation? A big tall man tells you to get on your knees for him after murdering your abusive boyfriend, he says he's been watching you, and he just beat you to it.

02. I know it in my heart when a nigga has a big dick. I'm never wrong.

03. I don't know this is just a very muteba position

Oh God.

[thisisnotthenerd]

finished my mighty nein speedrun. four weeks. all 141 episodes. no talks because i don't have the time to go looking for it. i feel like i've been on a bender.

but i've noted a few things about them that powered my hyperfixation:

they're so conversant with each other. every person talks to every other person either in one on one or in group conversation and they do so with regularity. for a group that was very hesitant to share their backstories at first they really read as close friends in a trusted circle.

how strategic they are. sometimes they're chucklefucks, as all adventuring parties tend to be, but they try to hit the ground running. sometimes it takes some talking through, but they make complex and unexpected decisions that change the course of encounters in seconds.

their even distribution of skills. they have good INT (caleb, beau, veth), good WIS (caduceus, jester, caleb, beau), good CHA (fjord, caduceus, caleb), good STR (yasha, jester), good DEX (beau, veth, molly), and good CON (fjord, yasha, jester, beau). they cover all of their bases and specialize where they need to in order to get the most out of their checks (caduceus with perception, caleb, beau and veth on investigation, fjord on persuasion/deception, yasha and jester for athletics, so on and so forth).

the strong motivations that drive them. each one of them has individual goals that they're pursuing that drive them both to conflict and to forward trajectory. fjord, finding out about his patron and choosing between the paths offered to him. jester, sowing chaos in the name of her god as she explores the world. caleb, fleeing from his past until he turns to seek justice in the name of his homeland. veth, seeking her family and her body back. yasha, seeking redemption and an end to the violence that defined her life. molly/kingsley, living life to the fullest and making something of the fragments he was left with. caduceus, serving his god to save his home and family. beau, finding direction in seeking the truth. even when they're pursuing a goal that only pertains to one of them particularly, they all are still present and progressing through their own goals, i.e. travelercon

there's more but i'm tired and can't process more right now.

[hees-mine]

LOVE LOST - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: Heeseung x fem reader!

Warnings: smut, angst, crying, protected sex, alcohol, toxic relationship dynamics.

WC: 3k+

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You were at the club, the one you and your ex-heeseung used to frequent. Your back was turned while you talked to your friends with a smile on your face and definitely not a thought of your no-good ex.

But that changed when you heard his voice come from directly behind you. "Didn't expect to see you here." There it was, the voice you used to be so in love with, the voice that used to sing you lullabies before bed, the voice that guided you through countless orgasms.

It was unmistakably your ex-heeseung.

You pretended you didn't hear it and kept your back turned, that is, until he spoke again to attract your attention. Little did he know you heard it the first time and were intentionally not paying attention to him.

"Ignoring me now sweety? That's cold" you hear him chuckle behind you and the sound made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as your friends tried to tell him to leave, but of course, his stubborn drunk ass wasn't budging.

"Let the lady speak for herself," he says, turning his head toward your friends, whose names he can't remember right now. They roll their eyes at him, but he couldn't care less. "As I was saying, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, princess."

"Can't say the same," you replied harshly. When you used to date, you both practically lived at parties and clubs, not because you wanted to be there but because he did. He'd always pursued you to come with him, always saying it was no fun without you.

"Ouch," he chuckles drunkenly. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck, and your whole body shivers. "Anyways, I remember you couldn't stand parties," he talks to your back.

"Yet you always dragged me along," you replied, taking a sip of your drink as your friends giggled at your comeback.

"Come on, you loved it," he ignored your friends, leaning down next to your ear. "Especially when we'd dance the way you'd grind up against me, making me so fucking hard that I'd have to take you to my car and fuck you in the parking lot."

Your friends couldn't help but audibly gasp, and your cheeks heated up with embarrassment as they now knew what you and him always used to leave parties so early for. "Enough," you whispered.

"No, I don't think that's enough, princess. I need you to remember fully how you'd drag your nails down my chest and moan my name loudly while you bounced up and down on my dic-"

You finally turned around placing a hand on his chest. "Stop" he smiled and he only kept going.

"I can give you a refresher if you want." he smirked.

"Heeseung, seriously, stop it." You grit through your teeth, the air becoming more awkward because your friends are watching.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, liquor shining on his soft pink lips. "I will if you come to my car."

"You're crazy," you scoffed, turning away from him and ignoring his presence.

"Crazy for you~," he said in a sing-song tone before drifting back into the crowd somewhere you didn't see.

You took a deep breath, feeling relieved that he actually just left you alone and didn’t pester you like he used to.

Your friends didn't mention anything that was said, and you were grateful for that.

Going back to the conversation, you got immersed, having a few drinks in between. You never liked parties, but since heeseung took you, you became accustomed to them somewhat, allowing your friends to take you to a few, and you actually started to enjoy yourself.

Not even half an hour later, you receive a text from your ex, and you're cursing yourself for not blocking him, but sadly, that piece of trash still had a hold on you.

My ex 💔: come outside.

That's all it said, along with an attachment, a video with the flash on, the camera positioned in front of his dick as he stroked it slowly, precum shining on the pinkish tip as you heard his soft breath’s in the background. Luckily, your friends were having a conversation and didn't hear him.

You clenched your thighs tightly and shut your phone off, quickly turning it face down.

You were not about to fall into that trap.

Not again.

But heeseung had other plans as you talked to your friends.

My ex💔: Please, I'm so hard I don't know what to do without you.

He sent back-to-back text, making it harder for you to say no.

My ex💔: Only you know how to make me feel better.

Heeseung was struggling more than struggling. His chest felt tight, his breath heavy as he played with his length, trying to cum but he couldn't. He tossed his head back against his seat, pumping slower and faster, toying with his tip the way you used to, but nothing worked, and he grew frustrated, looking at the door to the club, hoping you'd come out soon.

My ex💔: Fuck y/n, I'm begging you, can't cum without you, please.

He sent the text along with another video with shaky hands, his heart pounding in his chest from arousal.

He tried everything, knowing how much you used to like when he'd send you risky videos or text while you were at work which usually resulted in you coming home early, but apparently, it wasn't working anymore cause you weren't answering even though it clearly said "seen."

You'd muted his texts, but you were too weak. Your hand itched to check your phone and see if he was still at it, and you weren't surprised to see that he was.

Two more messages and another attachment.

You titled your phone to the side to play the video. His dick was fully hard, helplessly twitching against his stomach, dripping precum.

You hated how your body still reacted when he begged you like that when he made it seem like you were the only thing he needed, yet the very next day, he'd neglect you, but stupidly, you kept going back for more.

And unfortunately tonight was no different as you grabbed your purse saying a quick bye to your friends before heading outside.

You knew they'd chastise you tomorrow, but right now, your body ached for your ex-boyfriend's dick.

Heeseung was about to call it quits, thinking you'd actually given up on him this time, but just then, he saw you coming out from the building, and he couldn't have been more excited.

You came around to the front door doing it how you always did, climbing inside and sitting on his lap. "You made it," he said with a cocky smile reclining his seat back.

"Shut up," you replied.

"Yes, mam," he giggled softly, hands on your thighs, pushing up your dress. "Missed this," he murmured, squeezing your thighs softly. "Missed you."

"I said s-shut up," you stuttered, feeling his touch once again. It's only been maybe two months since you'd last fucked him, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it too.

"I remember you used to love my voice so much. Now, you don't want to hear me."

"You're pretty bad at listening, aren't you?" You say, placing your hands on his chest.

"That's nothing new for you. You made sure to tell me that every day the month we broke up," he recalled.

"Was it not true?" You said, resting flat against him, your covered core resting on his dick, making his breath stutter.

"It w-was, but not anymore if you give me a ch-"

"Stop, you didn't call me to make up. You called me to fuck, so fuck me, hee," you say, growing tired of him always trying to explain why things didn't work out between you two.

"You were always so smart," not smart enough to stay away from him, though.

He held your lower back, pressing you down on his cock. "Hmm, rub yourself on it, baby."

You did, rolling your hips and rubbing your pussy on his dick while he put his hands behind his head, enjoying the show.

You put your hands firmly on his chest, rutting against his cock, fisitng his shirt, your clit getting stimulated perfectly. "Fuck” you breathed, eyes rolling in your head.

He smiled in awe at you, watching your body move in ways that always made him feel so good. "Go on, move those little panties to the side. I know you're dying to feel it."

Shamelessly you pushed them to the side, your wet heat coming in contact with his bare cock.

"Oh fuck” he groans, feeling you sliding up and down his cock with your slick warm pussy.

You threw your head back, bucking into him.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you? Just from humping me," he says cockily, and your breath grows quicker, heart thumping. He's right, and you hate the way he knows your body so well.

You leaned against him, panting in his ear. "Hee," you moaned his name softly, hands pulling his black shirt as your hips grew tired and your wet clit brushed pleasurably on his cock.

"I'm here, baby," he whispers in your ear, hand petting your hair. "Cum on me, baby, it's okay. I got you." he holds your waist, helping you gently ride him.

"Hee," you let go, crumbling into his body, shaking as your first orgasm hit.

You nuzzled into him, panting, feeling drained already, and you two barely did anything other than grind on each other like horny teenagers.

As you lay on him, he reached down, grabbing his cock and dragging it through your sticky juices. "A-ahh," he sighed softly as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling his cologne and placing kisses on his skin.

"Your kisses alone could make me cum” he whispers, breath heavy as his eyes close.

"Then cum” you teased.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Wanna do it inside you only."

You slid your hands under his shirt, rubbing on his chest. "Then do it, put it inside me," you say, eyes glazed over, voice filled with desire.

He twitched from your words, getting impatient. "Let me get a condom first." he reaches over, opening the little console between the seats, hand blindly searching for a box of condoms until he finds a packet.

The gold wrapper comes into view and you looked in the compartment wondering if that's the same box he had when you two broke up. "You still have those?" You say, surprised.

"Yeah," he answers unbothered, opening the package with his teeth. He fumbles with it for a moment before giving up and giving it to you cause it'd be easier for you to put it on him with the limited pace. "Can you put it on me?"

With a fond chuckle, you take it from him, leaning back slightly to place it on his tip and roll it down. "Thought they'd be gone by now."

You mention as he holds you by your butt, keeping you in place so you don't fall back.

He watches you roll it down to his base, pulling at the tip slightly to make sure it stays in place. "We haven't done it for months. How would they be gone?"

Your eyes widened slightly cause that must've meant he was only sleeping with you, or maybe he was fucking other girls raw you have no idea, but you didn't want to think about that, so you gained your composure, holding his length to your hole.

"I know what you're thinking, and no, I haven't, just you always. It's only ever been you." With that, you sink down on him, a delighted hum falling from both of your guy's lips. "Don't want anybo-"

"You're doing it again," you sigh softly as you sit directly on top of his cock, feeling him reach those places that hadn't been touched by anyone else in months.

"Doing what?" He squeezed your hips, pressing his up slightly to get buried inside you fully as he rested there for a moment.

"Saying everything you know I want to hear, knowing you're not going to even text me tomorrow."

He stayed quiet, knowing what you were saying was the truth. He loved professing all his undying love for you only to ghost you the next day, and you were not about to fall for his games anymore.

"Just fuck me, hee, like you said you would save the sappy sayings for your next girl," your heart clenched at your own words. The idea of him with another girl hurt you, but you knew it was true. He didn't want you, only the sex, only your body. Nothing about you could make him change, and you accepted that a long time ago.

"There is no next girl." Before he could feed you more lies, you began to bounce on him, riding him slowly. His jaw went slack, and you smirked softly at his reaction, dragging your nails down his chest just how you knew he liked it. "Fuck fuck fuck” he huffed out every time you came down on his dick. "Ride it just like that."

You bounced on him up and down, filling yourself with his cock, his tip hitting your spot so good it made you see stars. "So good, hee." Your arousal coated his lower stomach as you bounced the car windows fogged up with your hot breaths and sweaty bodies.

"Fuck, you just can't stop coming back for this dick, huh? You know I don't love you, but your little pussy loves this dick," he groans, pulling you in closer and watching as you fuck him.

"Yes, I love it, hee, so much. Your cock is so perfect for my pussy” you cry out, feeling pathetic. Even though he just told you he didn't love you, you still loved him, and you couldn't get enough of his cock. "No one will ever compare to you."

"Fuck y/n, then date me again. Let me be the only man that fills you up and makes you cum. I might not treat you right, but I'll treat your pussy right, baby" he helps you bounce on it up and down, the sticky sounds filling up his car, and anyone outside who saw the car jumping up and down could tell what was happening on the inside.

Instead of answering, you guide his hand to your clit, and he gets the message by rubbing it softly. "Fuck!" You moaned loudly.

"That it? Right there? My baby feels good?"

"Yes. hee, I'm going to…" you collapsed on his chest, your lower body still bouncing up and down as you kissed his neck.

"Fuck y/n m-me too," he groaned, bucking up into you weakly, still rubbing on your clit. "I love you, y/"

You quickly kissed his lips to shut him up you couldn't hear him say it knowing he meant none of it.

He stuck his tongue inside your mouth and reciprocated your kiss. It was loud, wet, and sloppy.

Between the kiss, you both moaned, your bodies going stiff as you came, and he did right after you filling up the condom from the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in.

Loud whines and moans filled up the car, your bodies tiredly grinding together to finish off your orgasms.

You laid on top of him, completely spent the drinks in your system, definitely making you both feel more tired.

"Don't go," he pants softly, holding you still the second he feels you moving to leave.

"Hee"

"Please, y/n, don't," his voice broke softly, and for the first time in a long time, he actually sounded sincere.

He buried his head in your chest, hugging you close, his dick still buried to the hilt inside you. "Heeseung…"

"Call me hee," he mumbles into your chest. "I'm your hee, remember?"

"I can't." You pried his arms off you, climbing off his lap, leaving both of you feeling empty.

"Why? Just one more chance please?" The sight was pathetic his pants still down the car a mess as he reached out for you but it was too late the door was already open and you made your mind up.

You got out of the car and fixed yourself up a bit and headed towards your car ready to end this dreadful night.

Heeseung rushed to take the condom off, tossing it in a trash bag in his car, and he quickly pulled his pants up, his belt still undone as he followed after you and held you back by your arms. "No, heeseung, we're done. I'm not falling for it this time."

"I swear I'm for real, baby. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll marry you this time. We'll have kids and live together, baby, please," he begged.

You shook your head, no, yanking your arms from him and walking away. You couldn't trust what he was saying, no matter how sincere. It seems you've been through this way too many times.

"Baby, maybe not tonight, maybe not next week, but I'll wait for you. I swear I will. You're the only girl for me, and whenever you're ready, I'll be here waiting just for you," he said, tears welling in his eyes.

You lowered your head, unable to look at his crying face. "I'm so sorry. I realized how I was, but being apart from you made me reflect. And I know it sounds horrible to only realize what you have till it's gone, but you truly made me a better man and person. I'll continue to change and grow and be the man you deserve. I'll always protect and prioritize you cause I love you." he sniffled, his hands dangling awkwardly at his sides, and he wished to touch you to hold you, but he didn't, and he didn't say anything more cause he said all he needed to, but there was one last request he had. "I know I'm already asking for a lot, but can I please have a hug?"

You caved in and hugged him, wrapping him in your sweet embrace. "Hmm, my precious baby," he hummed softly. Remember, I'm always here waiting for you. I don't want no one else but you. I'll never love anyone else but you." He kissed your forehead, still sniffling.

You broke the hug and turned away, walking to your car to go home and forget this night even happened. You wished he didn't sound like he was telling the truth. You wished you didn't believe him. You almost wished he just fucked you and left like he always did instead of saying he loves you.

But you were done. Even if he did change, you had to walk away. He was no good for your life, even if you wanted him to, and to grow old with him.

You had to put yourself first because you matter the most.

But when you got home, and your head hit your pillow, you wanted to go back to him. You wanted to say yes cause he seemed for real this time, and seeing him so broken and crying for you broke your heart.

Especially the way he just stood in the middle of the road watching you drive away from him.

You wanted to feel like you were taking back your life and making the right choice, but even right now, it still felt like you were losing the love of your life.

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[thatcryptidinthesea]

So I've been thinking way too hard about the ISAT role!swap aus by @anxiousapplepie (hi! hope you don't mind the tag :]), especially the Housemaiden!Siffrin AU, and I was planning to draw fanart with my ideas but my university assignments have been looming over me *head in hands*. So in the mean time here's all my thoughts rambled out onto paper so maybe they'll stop haunting me while I'm trying to do work.

Starting with some HCs:

• Having depression is an inherently Siffrin trait, the different Sifs just deal with it differently. HM!Sif was able to get access to antidepressants due to being in the House of Dormont, but wasn't able to take them with him when he had to flee from the King's curse. So like OG!Mira, they had to go through their journey unmedicated. Isabeu and Odile's ractions to finding this out was something like

• All Miras are medicated for their anxiety, and most of them were able to have access to their meds throughout their journeys (OG!Mira and T!Mira I'm so sorry but you had to do it scared). F!Mira made double sure she brought her's knowing HM!Siffrin didn't have their's.

• Once T!Bonnie started warming up to and trusting the party, they'd hide behind the others' legs when they didn't want to be seen. Hiding behind Siffrin had the added bonus of being able to hide under his cape.

• When T!Bonnie has had a particularly rough night, they'll go sleep next to Siffrin because they know Sif WILL end up cuddling them in his sleep and it makes them feel safe. <- I imagine a lot of their sibling relationship was built on Bonnie going to Sif and just silently clinging and Sif just letting them and not forcing them to talk.

• C!Odile is the best fusion cook ever. This woman can take any two cuisines and mix them together flawlessly. Even things that arguably should never go together.

Ok now for a character ramble under the cut because Housemaiden!Siffrin is that one character I want to put under the microscope like a beetle. Argh. The angst of being the Universe's walking talking religious contradiction...

There's so much potential for HM!Siffrin's inner struggle with the Change belief. For one thing he doesn't really get to choose how he Changes much, he doesn't really have control over it. You can't decide how you'll be a different person if you have no idea who you originally were. Yet the Change belief has this whole thing about choosing to Change yourself and choosing to leave your past self behind. Can you imagine being Siffrin and being told you have to decide to be a completely different person when the only info you have about yourself are the clothes on your back, your accent and a love for malanga fritters? Meanwhile everyone else can choose to Change however they like because they know who they are and how they can be different, and they get to choose to get rid of the mementos of their past because they still ultimately have the memories if they ever want to go back for whatever reason.

And the fact Sif can't really choose to Change kinda shows in the ways he does decide to change because they're all physical changes. They recut their cloak into a cape, they dyed their hair and then let it regrow, they trade weapons or headgear with Mira. Those are all things that he can actually control, and thus can actually make choices about.

Which also makes me think about how he got the "worst/laziest Housemaiden ever" title. It probably felt to any outside perspective who knew the Change belief that Siffrin wasn't putting in any effort to Change and was instead skirting around the rules by just physically changing. So people started to say he's lazy and not following the belief right, and because Siffrin didn't have an identity he internalised being the Worst Housemaiden Ever as his identity and kind of stopped trying because why bother? Which SUCKS because can you imagine losing literally everything about your home/culture/language/family and then trying to make a new home and identity with another community only to be told by that community "hey you're terrible at this actually"? That's awful. Siffrin can probably never really feel truly, confidently part of the Change belief because they were alienated from it from the start.

And then to finally top it all off when Euphrasie chose him to save Vaugarde it's likely no one believed that Sif was the saviour because he's known across the Houses as the Worst Housemaiden Ever, why would the Head Housemaiden of Dormont choose him?!? Which probably only cranked up Sif's self-esteem issues because they'd also think Euphrasie could've picked better.

So yeah *head in hands* Housemaiden!Siffrin feels like a character locked in a constant feedback loop of "can't be part of the community despite their efforts because the system is inherently flawed for them" and "doesn't bother trying so the community disregards them".

[stevesgother]

i adore chalkboard hearts! could i see steve and reader explaining to abby shes gunna be a big sister 🥰

here is this for you darling <3 thank you so much for reading steve harrington x fem!reader

"Mommy?" Abbey asks as she mindlessly roots through the bathroom drawers, looking for nothing in particular, "What is this thing?"

You barely spare a glance from where you're applying your makeup in the mirror above the sink. Ever since the wedding, Abbey has made it her life's mission to never not be right next to you. 'Misdirected jealousy', your mom had told you. It didn't matter what you were doing: cooking dinner, folding laundry-- bathing, for Christ's sake-- Abbey would be there.

That's why you don't register that your daughter is holding your clean, but used nonetheless, pregnancy test. But Steve does, when he pokes his head around the door to check in on the two of you.

"Hey, you almost--oh-- Abbey don't touch that!" He says, all in one panicked breath.

You finally chance a look at what she's holding, immediately understanding Steve's reaction. Without another thought, you quickly snatch it from her innocent hands.

Abbey's still looking up at you inquisitively. She did ask you a question, after all.

"Oh, this? This is-- uhm, it's a, uhm--"

"It's a thermometer!" Steve saves.

"Then why can't I touch it?" She pushes further. You should've known better than to think she would drop it that easily.

"Steve checked my temperature with it a couple of weeks ago, so now it has all my sick germs on it." Both you and Steve make sour faces to really sell it, though you can't see his from where he's perched behind you.

"Hey, Ab," Steve prompts, "I have something really important I need your help with,"

Her ears perk instantly, "Yeah?"

"I need you to go into the kitchen and get some things out to make sandwiches while I talk to your mom, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Uh-huh!" She beams, Steve's request appealing to her newfound craving for independence.

"I don't know," Steve lilts playfully, "You sure you're up for it?"

You're forever in awe at how he manages to make the most mundane tasks feel like an impossible mission; how he turns everything into a game. You'd kill to be a fly on the wall of his classroom all day, content to watch him perfectly in his element.

"Yes! I am!" Abbey giggles as she tries to weasel by Steve where he stands blocking the doorway. He lets her think she overpowered him when his legs finally give way to her freedom from the bathroom.

Steve takes one more glance over his shoulder, "We need to tell her," he says in a hushed sort of tone.

"I know," you pinch the bridge of your nose, "It's just, what if--"

"Nothing's going to happen, sweetheart." He reassures you with two strong arms wrapped around your waist, "The doctor said the ultrasound looked great, and you're not a high-risk pregnancy. You said you had no complications with Abbey, right?"

"Right, but--"

"No 'but's I'm not gonna let anything happen to you-- either of you. You know that." Steve guides your head to nestle in the crook of his neck, enough so that you can't see that he's scared, too.

"She's going to find out eventually," he reminds you.

"You're right," you sigh.

"Per usual." You pinch his side in retaliation, making him yelp.

"Let's have lunch, then we'll tell her?" You ask, lifting you head from the safety of his chest.

"If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do.

--

You don't work up the courage to speak until Abbey's halfway through her PB&J, but Steve picks up the slack for you. He's perfect like that.

"Abbey, babe-- there's something Steve and I want to talk to you about," you tell her, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, but your voice still wobbles slightly with nerves.

Both of them turn to face you then, Abbey's mouth full and Steve sending you a look that says You've got it, I'm here.

God, you don't even know where to begin.

"Do you remember-- right before we had that big party where mommy and Steve got married-- when I got sick during dinner time?"

Abbey nods, idly licking jelly off of her tiny fingers; waiting for you to continue.

"Well... I thought it was just because Steve's burgers tasted yucky--" She giggles and Steve lightly kicks your foot under the table, "Really, it was because I have a baby in my belly, and the baby was making me feel sick."

You can practically see the gears turning in her head; she's certainly old enough to understand what it means to be pregnant, but maybe not quite the logistics of it yet.

Both you and Steve wait with bated breaths to see how she'll react. You're bracing for the worst, but all she asks is, "Is the baby still in there now?"

You have to stifle a laugh, not wanting her to feel silly for asking questions, "Yes, it is. That means you're gonna have a little brother or sister,"

She takes another bite of her sandwich, mostly indifferent. You don't know what you were expecting, but this nonchalance was probably the last thing.

Steve decides to take the reins for a moment, hoping to coax a little more of a reaction out of her, "How does that sound?" He asks, shaking her shoulders playfully.

"Good, but-- will we still be able to go to the park?"

Maybe you had been totally overthinking this, "Of course," you tell her, "And the baby can come, too!"

"Does the baby have to come?" She asks, just the slightest bit of whine in her tone, resting her tired head in the propped-up palm of her hand.

"Not always," Steve chimes in, "You'll still get plenty of time with us without the baby, too. We don't want you to worry about that, okay?"

She nods, "Okay," sipping her chocolate milk casually from its straw. "Can we go play on the swings after I'm done?"

"Uhm, yeah, I think we can manage that," Steve smiles at Abbey first but looks to you like 'That's it?'. You only shrug in response.

--

"Did we totally butcher that?" You ask Steve later that night from where you lay waiting for him in your shared bed.

He answers you with his toothbrush hanging haphazardly out of his mouth; making eye contact through the bathroom mirror, "No, honey-- I think kids are just like that sometimes."

You groan, "I feel like a bad mom..."

"Hey," he spits into the sink, wiping his mouth on the nearest hand towel, "None of that, okay? You're a fantastic mom."

Even from across the room, Steve can sense your slurry of racing thoughts. Ones of insecurity and worry for the future of your family-- of your daughter, whom you'd swore would always be your greatest priority.

He makes his way to the edge of the bed where you're curled in on yourself, "It's not just you anymore, love," his hands brush a stray tear you hadn't even realized has fallen.

"What if she feels like-- I don't know, what if she feels like I'm replacing her?"

"Listen to me, I promise you-- Abbey is never going to question whether or not you love her." Steve's hand moves from your face to land gently on your belly, "And neither will she,"

You breathe a teary chuckle, "You seem awfully convinced it's a girl,"

"Yeah, well-- call it father's intuition."

Hearing him refer to himself as a father sends butterflies erupting in your belly, "Thank you, Stevie."

"Hey, I'm serious. Everything's gonna work itself out, alright? Ab just needs a little time to warm up." You nod in agreement, "I'm tellin' ya, once we start getting those cute little baby pajama things-- she's gonna be pumped."

You laugh at his unsuccessful search for the word 'onesie', but you don't correct him. You know he's right, and even if he's not, you're sure now more than ever that there's not a thing in this world you can't conquer together.

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[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 30-Dressed to Impress

Everyone in Gotham Academy knew that Marinette was beautiful. She wasn't one of the wealthier students, but she seemed to attract everyone with her smile.

Damian glanced down the hall, only to see Marinette Dupain-Cheng getting asked out again. He didn't see what was so special about her. He turned back down the hallway he had just came from, deciding to take the longer route to class.

'Why the hell is she getting asked out again? She should just pick one and end everyone's suffering.'

"You should have said yes." he heard someone tell her, "You're going to the Wayne Gala. You'll need a date."

'So she will be there as well. I wish Father would keep annoyances like her out of the event. Likely she will try to speak to me and react badly when I refuse.'

Damian stared as he recognized Marinette at the gala. She had a ombre dress that was dark in the middle and spread out to pink, with her hair in an intricate design. The difference startled him. The Marinette he saw at school was more relaxed. Damian had a hard time refocusing.

'I cannot grasp the change. She is not more attractive this way, but she is alluring at the same time. Her appearance has brought forth many of her features: her eyes appear bluer and she appears to hide her muscles.'

It took him a few moments to recognize she was standing next to Jagged Stone. Even from his distance, he could hear the rock star raving about Marinette being his personal designer and how talented she was.

"BUG!" a voice shouted.

Damian watched as a blonde boy ran up and hugged Marinette. She looked tiny in his arms. Damian just glared, waiting for her to shove him away.

"Don't yell that here!" she shouted at him, "This isn't the place for that! You could have scared someone and caused a disaster!"

From behind Jagged, a boy with ombre blue hair grabbed Marinette's hand and kissed it. It only instigated a fight with the blonde, where he took her other hand and kissed it. He watched as Marinette sighed, in what he could only perceive to be annoyance. Then began the whispers.

"Wow."

"Damn, so that's why I got rejected."

"Me too."

"So, which one do you think is her boyfriend?"

"The blonde seemed more excited to see her."

"But the other guy just swooped in and kissed her."

"Maybe they both are?"

If anything, the whispers dug the way into the young Wayne's brain.

'These idiots are the reasons for the rejections? They are why I have to hear people asking her out constantly?'

Damian growled as the trio began to laugh.

"Come." Bruce spoke, "I have some people I want you all to meet."

Damian followed, only to realize they were going over to Jagged Stone and his party.

"Jagged!" Bruce called out in his overly friendly tone.

"Brucie Boy!" Jagged shouted, hugging his old friend.

"You know Jagged Stone?" His brothers shouted.

"Know him?" Jagged laughed, "Bloke threw absolute ragers in college! His parties have toned down now but let me tell you-"

"Jagged, you said you have kids. Do you want your kids at those kinds of parties?" Bruce interrupted, hoping to get his point across.

Jagged rolled his eyes, "Alright. Luka is my boy. My daughter is with her wife, back in Paris." placing his left hand on his shoulder and then placed his right hand on the girls shoulder, "Marinette is my adopted niece and rockin' designer."

"Wait!" cried Tim, "You made his album cover?"

"And me clothes, Mate. What we're wearing right now is her exclusive clothing line." Jagged bragged.

"Your work is high quality for your age." Bruce declared, "Oh, right. Jagged you know my adopted boys: Dick, Jason, and Tim. This is my biological son, Damian." shoving him to the front.

Jagged cackled, "Looks just like you!"

Damian watched as Marinette blushed red and quickly looked down. Adrien caught the look and started laughing.

"You had no idea, did you?" he laughed.

"Oh, shut up!" she growled at him, "I didn't even know who you were and I follow fashion!"

"Ouch." Adrien smiled.

"You know my son?" Bruce asked, looking between them, praying nothing bad had happened already.

"Uh, I wouldn't really say I personally know. I've seen him at school." she replied.

"Yes, the Queen of Broken Hearts." Damian stated.

Marinette crossed her arms and glared at him, "Says the Ice Prince of Gotham."

The Wayne looked at each other, seeing it looked like the two were about to do battle.

"Broken Hearts, huh?" Luka teased, "Damn, even here, you're pulling people."

Marinette rolled her eyes and faced the blonde.

'So, she doesn't like the attention.'

"We both tried our luck with her, but ultimately failed." Adrien smiled, "Don't let us fool you though. She can pull girls, too."

"I'm not looking for romance right now!" Mari whined.

"At least you have options lined out the door for when you do." Luka smirked.

"We'll volunteer again." Adrien smiled.

Mari smacked them both in their chests.

"You both are dating, each other." Marinette cried out, "Adrien, you're practically family."

The boys looked at each other and smiled at her, "We don't mind a third, if it's you." they declared.

"I hate you both." Mari pouted, "You're both perfect for each other."

Jagged laughed, "I love having another musician in the family. Luka, when are you making Adrien my son-in-law?"

The boys turned red, while Marinette giggled.

"Why don't you and Bruce's boy go dance?" Jagged suggested, shoving her forward towards the Waynes.

"You want me to step on his foot?" she questioned.

"Bug, you dance flawlessly." Adrien spoke, "I don't know why you say you can't. Even Felix agrees with me and he's had years of dance recitals."

"Is that so?" Damian asked, grabbing her wrist, "Let's find out."

Marinette glared at Adrien, as she was dragged away, "No crossaints for you!"

"So what did you mean?" Damian questioned, as they began to dance.

"My family are bakers." She spoke, glancing down at her feet quickly, "He always asks me to make him some when he's not with my parents."

Damian tilted her face to look at his, "Baker, fashion designer to rockstars, college student. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Love." she whispered.

"Same." he answered.

Marinette focused on his facial features, gaining his curiosity.

"What?" he questioned.

"You're attractive." Mari stated.

Damian faltered for half a second, not expecting her bluntness.

"That's it?" Damian asked, suddenly expecting more of a compliment.

Mari huffed, "It's not like you want my opinion or actually care what I think. Besides, You seem like the type of person to look at someone as a whole."

"Explain." Damian spoke, trying to see her reasoning.

"You don't care if someone looks good. You care about actions. You care about your safety and making sure you're not hurt in the end. You're not going to entertain somoene who wants to marry you for your money. You want someone real and as real as you." Marinette declared.

The young Wayne was so enthralled with her words, he hadn't realized how close she was to his face.

"I, personally, hate rumors and tend not to believe them." she stated, "I can find out for myself if someone is trustworthy or just another liar. It's the same with fashion; people are more two-faced then Harvey Dent and just try to take the easy way to the top, usually with a drink or a bed."

Marinette pulled away and walked off, back to her company.

Damian stood there, rooted to the spot. As he gained his thoughts and walked away, he could hear the whispers.

"Is she dating Damian Wayne?"

"Fuck! I'm never gonna get her now!"

"What about me, huh? What about my chance with Damian?"

"What chance did you think you had? Obviously, she looks better."

"I can't believe you'd say that!"

"I don't know. He is the Ice Prince."

"And she's the Queen of Broken Hearts; your point?"

"Maybe she's out of his league. Queen and a prince?"

Damian smirked, getting an idea.

'Perhaps, this time, being close to a classmate would not be a bad thing. If I stay near her, I would not have to hear people asking her out. It would not clutter the hallways and I would not be late to class. I would not have to hear her name mentioned constantly around the school.'

The young Wayne looked back to see the blonde on his knees, hugging her legs. Marinette looked exasperated, while Jagged and his son laughed at the scene.

'He looks desperate. I wonder if her baking rivals Alfred's to make him put on that display.'

"So, Little D, what do you think?" Dick asked, hoping to hear his decision on the girl.

"Adequate dancer. Adequate conversation." The young Wayne stated, " I may have just solved an ongoing issue. Excuse me."

"Huh?" Tim questioned.

"Did the brat just compliment her?" Jason asked.

"I believe your brother did compliment the young lady." Bruce replied.

"Marinette." Damian spoke, standing in front of her, "I believe it would be fortunate for the both of us if we declared a relationship."

Damian watched as her cheeks turned red, at an alarming rate. Her party seemed stunned by his declaration.

"But you...why?" Mari finally asked, "From our conversation-"

"We both hate people surrounding us and the attention we bring about." Damian interrupted.

"Us dating....would get people to stop." Marinette concluded.

"Mari." Adrien spoke up.

"You are asking me to....fake date you, so you don't get asked out, but by extension, neither will I." Mari declared.

Damian nodded, "Correct."

"Sure." Marinette smiled, "You got a deal."

"What?" Cried the boys with her.

"Oh, and expect a care package. My boyfriend can't dress like that. The design doesn't suit you. I'll make sure my clothes do." she declared.

Damian bowed and walked back to his family.

"What was that?" Asked Tim.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng is now my girlfriend. " the youngest Wayne announced.

They were silent for a moment, but Jason broke the tension.

"Guess she impressed the brat." He stated

'Impressed? Perhaps.'

Damian looked back towards Marinette. He wouldn't have just chosen anyone to be in a relationship with, even if it was just for appearances. 

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[arvhangel]

𐙚 ‎‎‎  oneshot.   Can you just shut him up for me, baby?

read with caution: violence, description of blood, miscommunication, season two rafe vibes, dealer!rafe, aggression, jealous!rafe, possession, fluff, murder, ends in a cliffhanger unless i get enough requests for a part two synopsis: reader has a obsessed ex, who's always texting her, she tells rafe "can you shut him up for me?" and he most literally shuts him up. my inspo for this was one of @bunnitalksxoxo's ai bots, but the obsessed ex idea is mine, pet names, the only description about the reader is that she wears pink and gets her nails done a lot.

The party was in full swing. Kildare's usual house parties, where no one really cared who was a Pogue or a Kook. Everyone was here for one of the many: to get wasted, high or laid. Sure, they say they're here to chill, not to have too many drinks. But that changes after the first shot or two. Solo cups and cheap beer that has a better affect than most. There was no music. Just a whole lot of chatter on sync. Nothing new. I wish I hadn't convinced Rafe to come here. But staying indoors was so boring. Now, he was nowhere to be found. I was sat alone, in a pink lace halter top. Sulking to myself, I hadn't seen my boyfriend in an hour. I had been taking shots of cheap ass beer out of boredom, which I stole from the kitchen. I didn't even know who's kitchen it was. My skin felt heated, like the sun rays had seemed itself into my skin. What was I, some sort of burning star up in the sky about to burst? My vision was blurry, my eyes felt so droopy. But I kept my eyes wide open, I wasn't planning on passing out. I didn't trust anyone here. So I walked around, and all of a sudden, I wish I hadn't worn such long inched heels. I convinced Rafe I could walk around in them. Now, I just have to convince myself. My manicured nails, that were dripped in baby pink scraped the walls, just so I could stand up straight. I peek over, my head tilting to see what was going on. I see Rafe there, sitting next to Barry. I didn't really know Barry, and Rafe didn't really let me know him either. Always rambling on about how he's not a good person, how I shouldn't talk to him when he's around. My eyes squint because my double vision was killing me right now. Rafe doesn't see me, not yet anyways. He's just talking to a few guys that look a bit old. There's coke, and I finally started getting the hang of what it looked like after dating Rafe for a few months. By instinct, my feet started moving towards Rafe, as I sat beside him, as he spoke to the other dealers. I cross my legs, my usual posture, then I rest my head on his shoulder. In an instant, his arm wraps on my shoulder, as he spoke, running his rough edged fingers into my hair. I felt relaxed. Knowing he was still attentive while talking, was aware of my presence. He kisses the top of my hair absentmindedly. It was one of his habits, I don't even think he realised it. But it never bothered me as such. As I scroll through Instagram, I kept getting messages from my ex, Eli. I let out a huff of annoyance, my eyes narrowing, as I roll my eyes. This was the fifth time this week, and I was so over it. At first, I found it funny. But he's been bothering so much this week. No matter how many times I blocked him, he always found my accounts on social media. This time, it was Instagram. First message? Fine, I ignored it. After a few minutes. Another one. Okay, I have patience. I'll ignore it. I tell myself after the next five messages he's sent me, and then I finally text him.

What I didn't know was that Rafe was silently reading all of this. I didn't know what he was feeling. Anger? Jealousy? Possessive? Was he finding this amusing? I didn't know. I glance over my shoulder, and I could see his eyes narrow at the particular message Eli sent: You're such a bitch. I sigh, already exhausted with the whole situation, and I hand Rafe my phone. "Can you just shut him up please? He's really getting on my nerves, and I've already got a headache." I mumble, my head buried in his chest. What I also didn't know that my simple question, my simple question which I had no violent intention inside it, was a loaded gun to Rafe's twisted mind. One hell of an opportunity for him. He gives a wide grin I didn't even see, my eyes were so droopy that I didn't even see that twitching glint in his eyes at my words. I don't know what he did with my phone after. I thought he sent a few threatening messages, nothing less. Or simply blocked.

HOURS LATER, RAFE'S BEDROOM. [mentions of blood] The sun was setting, I was so bored after that party, and I was slouched on my bed in Rafe's shirt that wasn't even my size, but it was warm and with Rafe's cologne smudged all over it. Gave me enough warmth than an actual bed. I was watching The Conjuring, that's how bored I was. Resorting to horror movies. That's when I hear, someone entering the house. A smile reaching my lips in an instant, as I thought of Rafe. But then it got eerily quiet. Maybe it was just that horror film feeling. Then I hear someone in the kitchen, cleaning up something. Out of my own boredom, and my own intrigue, I left my room, barefoot. My heart stops, and I scream so loudly, like the banshee type. I see Rafe, my boyfriend Rafe. Drenched in blood, the bangs on his face sticky on his skin, and he's draped in sweat and blood. His skin glistened, and the scent of blood was awful. His hands are bloodied and veiny, the veins look like they're about to burst if he doesn't stop clenching his fists. He's wiping a knife, and there's a trail of blood on the floor. "What the hell are you doing!" I scream, stepping back, and I feel blood on my feet, and I just wanted to run back into my room and turn off the Conjuring. There's this glint in Rafe's eyes that I never noticed before, and he's smiling. Usually, I love his smiles. It was adorable. Now it was just downright terrifying. "You told me you wanted me to shut him up for you, baby." He says.

written by @arvhangel™ please do not claim, steal, copy or repost my work as your own.

[buddiebeginz]

So I know people are worried we won't see Eddie in the coming ep but here's why I think we will:

It doesn't make sense that Eddie's whole team will be going through something like this with potentially his captain dying and he's kept out of the loop.

If we are leading to Buddie canon (and I'm positive we are) even if season 8 is left on a cliffhanger of sorts with some kind of feelings realization by the end it just makes narrative sense to have Eddie be the one that Buck reaches out to when he's going through something major like this. If Buck is worried about Bobby or thinks that Bobby is dead it should be Eddie that Buck is talking to. Yes he could talk to Maddie or Athena or even Tommy (though I don't see that happening) but if you're telling a will they/won't they love story and you're leading to two characters getting together it's important to show that they are each other's safe space. That when they are at their lowest when they are struggling the person they reach for the most is each other. We've seen that with Eddie in how he's been reaching out to Buck when he's been struggling in Texas and obviously we've seen that from both of them in past seasons. But I think it's important now that the show has started to awaken the idea of Buddie (as a romantic pairing) to the general audience to remind people of the bond that Buck and Eddie share and a huge emergency like this would be the perfect time to do it.

From what we know Tommy is going to be back in 8x15. The reason I think that matters especially where Eddie is concerned is because every single episode Tommy has been in has been connected to Buddie in some capacity.

7x03 - Tommy used his helicopter to help rescue Bobby and Athena. Buddie was there the whole ep sitting in the back of the helicopter and the scene on the boat at the end with Buck, Eddie, and Tommy pretty much foreshadowed things going forward.

7x04 - Tommy kisses Buck in this episode but the entire episode is very loudly about Buck's feelings for Eddie not about Tommy or Buck's feelings for Tommy.

7x05 - B/T had their first date but again the ep focuses much more on Buck and Eddie. Buck has a lot of big feelings when Eddie shows up during the date. Buck is worried about lying to Eddie and focuses much more on that when talking to Maddie. Later Buck comes out to Eddie and that moment is much more intimate than anything that happened with B/T on their date.

7x06 - Tommy shows up at the bachelor party but doesn't bother to dress up. Meanwhile Buck and Eddie wear a couple's costume and spend the whole night together. Then they show up to the wedding together even though Tommy was supposed to be Buck's date to the wedding. Buck also spends a bunch of time with Eddie bringing clothes to Maddie and searching for Chim (with Bobby and Athena). There is the b/t hospital kiss and Buck's coming out but the focus isn't on Tommy it's on Buck.

7x09 - During the Medal ceremony Buck, Eddie, and Tommy are standing together. When everyone gets their medals the camera pans to their families (Karen for Hen and Maddie for Chim) when Buck gets his medal he looks out at Eddie not Tommy even though Tommy and Maddie are right there. Buck and Bobby talk about Tommy and presumably Buck was going to Tommy's house but instead he goes to Eddie's and has a rather intimate talk with him in his kitchen.

7x10 - Buck and Tommy have dinner where Buck tries to open about almost losing Bobby but Tommy doesn't seem to show genuine concern saying "your (real) father's alive". Buck spends the majority of the ep with Eddie. Trying to help him with Chris and supporting him when Chris leaves. Also Eddie and Buck are right by each other's side at the hospital when they still don't know if Bobby is gonna make it.

8x01 - Tommy is at Eddie's for Eddie's facetime with Chris but he feels very odd man out. Unlike Buck who feels like family and who belongs there.

8x05 - There's a lot of B/T in this ep but there's also a lot of Eddie and mostly it serves to highlight how well Eddie knows Buck and fits so seamlessly into his life vs how little Tommy gets Buck and how little he fits even sixish months later.

8x06 - B/T anniversary dinner where Tommy gets Buck basketball tickets and tells him to bring Eddie and die (even though Buck didn't mention Eddie). B/T break up and we have proof now (from 8x11) that it was in large part because of Eddie. With Tommy saying "I'm your first not your last," we know now he was talking about Eddie being Buck's last. Also after they break up Buck goes straight to Eddie's

8x11 - Eddie wasn't in this ep but the majority of the ep was about him. Bobby calls Ravi Eddie. Buck spends most of the ep talking about him. Even Buck hooking up with Tommy was essentially about Eddie and Buck trying to forget how much he missed Eddie for 2 mins. He even says as much to Maddie. Also Buck and Tommy talk about Eddie and how Tommy sees him as competition and how he doesn't think he's straight. Buck also basically says in this ep that he does have feeling for Eddie "I don't have to sleep with everyone I have feelings for" and deflects questions about his feelings for Eddie with "he's straight".

So if you look at all of those eps there isn't a single one that Tommy has been in that doesn't connect to Buddie in some capacity. That's because he was brought in not just to be Buck's first boyfriend but to be a stepping stone to Buddie. Something Lou himself admitted in his early cameos. Tommy is a plot device for the Buddie story. He's not coming back for some grand reunion for B/T that ship is over. Buck literally said he doesn't have feelings for Tommy anymore. So if Tommy is going to be in the ep I think we will get a good Buddie scene too. Ideally I'd love it if Tommy comes over and tries to talk to Buck or comfort him and in some way and Eddie shows up (maybe having seen stuff about the lab on the news) and Buck totally ditches Tommy to run to Eddie but that might be too fanficy. Still I do think Tommy being in the ep is a good sign that we will get at least one Buddie scene and I'm betting on it being Buck calling Eddie.

Also as of today (Tuesday) there's only a handful of stills they've released for the ep. Far fewer than they released for 8x14. This leads me to believe that there is much more about 8x15 than 8x14 that they don't want us to know about yet and one of those could be an Eddie and or Buddie scene.