#ahhh lmk if you need anything changed!!!

[babydxhl]

She watches him advance with her hands deep in her pockets, the front bumper of the idling town car a solid band across her shoulder blades. Small lady. On another night — a brighter night, one filled with the dancing colours of the bar and the high-pitched laughter of the midtown streets — that much might have earned a throwaway, cutting remark like fingernails quick in a cut. On another night it might have gotten only a scoff.

But on this night, it gets no reaction at all. Her head tilts a little, inspecting him, expression neutral. Dolly, Waylon says when she does this, when she's annoyed with him and feigning moral superiority, when he wants to get a rise.

They — she and the driver, the bodyguard waiting patiently in the car's back seat — had been waiting for a drop, a quick hand-off of intel, for almost two hours before Mary had decided enough was enough, phoned it in to a few of the older Vice cops on her payroll. The guy would get a good shake-down, spend a few hours in a freezing holding cell, and she'd send someone to pick him up for a chat the next morning, figure out why the fuck he hadn't showed. Afterwards she had thrown the burner phone hard enough at one of the pylons that the cheap plastic had shattered into a dozen metallic pieces in the dirt.

A moment of air. A moment of watching the night, listening to the approach of sirens before vanishing. But even now, with the approach of this new stranger, she can feel her plans beginning to shift between her fingers. She wants a cigarette.

"Aren't we all pretending?" she says. True enough in Gotham. "You tell me." The weight of cold metal, a tiny pistol tailor-made for her palm, is a comfort in her coat pocket. "What am I pretending to be?"

@babydxhl :// { sent "🌃 midnight in a busy city" and got a starter }

{ from this meme / not accepting atm }

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Gotham is a midnight city. It pitches the wet refuge from its bloody sky onto oil-slick streets, and the streets reflect more blood, the sky more oil. Gotham, the shard between a rock and a hard place, where hell is above as so below. And from within that seam, the Ren can knit itself into shape, can thrive again. Guide him, though he knows he's close.

In turn, the stranger can weave the Ren’s through big city, amble, unknown, with nobody wanting to know him or look his way. And so many faces, so many plates to scan for information. But nobody has a look of knowing. Nobody knows where Pryde lives now.

Keeping close to the elevated rail, the stranger wanders. His gloved fists crammed in the pockets of a rain slicker with the hood up, boots trudging until the crowd thins out, and the umbrellas go down. Signs of people go down. The street numbers go up. Electrical towers rise. A power plant emerges over concrete, a palace of night.

Hark. The Ren swells behind the stranger's eyes. A child.

The stranger watches a small figure wavering in the near distance under the half-moon-bodied overpass.

"Mm. Bad news."

But the Ren: We want to see if there is a connection. We want to know.

So the stranger approaches, though he keeps his distance. He can make out a car down the block through stretch-mesh sheets of rain. Dark. Tinted windows. Behind it, his van. The dark car and the child in the way. Sirens wailing much too close.

"Hm." He studies the child. "Is that," a pause. "Your car, small lady?"

A child would not stand like that. A child would not look at him with any sense of irony, its mouth puckered at the corners. A child would not bear the marks of discontent on its face. Marks such as those took years to take hold by hook and crook. This child had lived a little. This child with brilliantine locks that made her glow, a votive struggling in the storm, a ghost dressed as a doll. Her face didn't fit the plate.

The stranger, a solid shade, one with the pillar. His face a plate of stone, a nose belonged to antiquity, the eyes flaring beneath, lit by some buried Zoroastrian flame.

"Mm." He swallows, his throat pulsing, his voice grating through, deep, broad, overlaid with gravel. "Are you pretending?"

[pocketpartners]

"Your Pokemon... she's very fond of you, isn't she?"

To the untrained eye, it might sound like Caitlin's not overly invested in what she's saying to the young trainer before her. Her tired, reticent expression certainly gives off that impression, but... at the same time, there's a warmth to her voice as she speaks. And after a moment, she gives a gentle smile - subtle, but there nonetheless.

"You must have been through a lot together. I'm sorry... I hope I wasn't interrupting you...?"

@dazzlinggleams ( starter! )

[acefms]

( closed started for Daphne | @evnoia )

D r e a d. It was all that Ace could bring himself to feel as he prepared to meet the stranger who had reached out to him via social media to inform him that she had information about his father. The father he hadn’t seen in almost twenty-three years. Truth be told, he could barley even remember what he looked like, or sounded like. The only true memories he had were of raised voices and glass shattering. If there were any happy ones in his subconscious, they’d been long overshadowed by thoughts of abandonment.

As he approached the coffee shop, he wondered why he had even bothered to come. He didn’t care anymore, right? He hated his dad. Practically hated his mother too nowadays. Family, aside from his grandfather, seemed to do nothing other than cause him pain. Yet, he could only imagine that maybe he was coming here to be told his father was no longer around, and for some reasons he found himself in this spot, glancing at all the faces that occupied outdoor seating as he tried to match one up to the profile picture of the girl that shared his last name. A distant cousin, he presumed. Upon finally locating her, he sucked in a deep breath, trying as best be could to prepare himself for whatever was to come. And with that, he made his way towards her, smile painted on. Though it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Uh, hi… Daphne? I-I’m Ace.”

[orimuraa]

๋࣭ ⭑ Holding you close - Park Jongseong

(synopsis) ♬⋆.˚ after a hard day, all you want is to be in the arms of your loving boyfriend ♪

nonidol!jay x fem!reader 𓍢ִ໋🀦 hurt/comfort 𓍢ִ໋🀦 wc 555𓍢ִ໋🀦 drabble 𓍢ִ໋🀦 jay’s such a sweetheart, one curse word, petnames, lmk if i missed anything

this one's for you @kpislby!

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★

to say you had a bad day would be an understatement. someone at work had spilled coffee on you, resulting in you smelling like coffee for the rest of the day and having a huge stain on your front. then, your boss had assigned a whole bunch of work for you, saying the deadline was in three days. from there, everything just got worse. you tripped on the stairs and scraped your knee, and then you hit your head on your car when you were getting in it to go home. sighing in your seat, just wanting to be in your boyfriend's arms and forgetting about this shit day.

unlocking the door to you and jay's shared apartment, you dropped your bag on the ground, taking your shoes off before making your way to the sofa where you could see jay. "hey baby," he greeted softly as you plopped yourself down next to him on the couch. he took note of the way your eyes were glossy, the stain on your shirt, the band-aid on your knee, and the way you just looked completely exhausted. "tough day baby?" he asked, turning his body to face you. you gave a small nod and that was all jay needed to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to the shared bedroom. laying you down, he went to go get a makeup remover wipe from the bathroom. when he came back, the sight of you on the bed, with a small pout and glossy eyes made his heart soften. "i'm just gonna wipe of the makeup, m'kay baby?" another slow nod. gently wiping over your eyes, jay studies your beautiful features, falling more in love with you every second he looks at you. finishing up, he throws away the wipe and gets up to grab you pajamas. you feel guilty for making jay do all this for you, but you and him both know that you are in no state to take care of your nightly routine currently. changing you out of your dirty work clothes and into your clean, soft pajamas, jay lays you down and gets under the covers with you. he softly pulls you closer to him, knowing that on days like this, you just needed to be held and loved. finally being able to relax your body, you let out a sigh. not noticing the tear that falls that so desperately wanted to slip out earlier. "shh, it's okay baby. i'm here. right here, love," jay reassures you, his soft voice making you feel better. a couple more tears slip out and jay just holds you closer. it truly hurts him that you feel this way and all he wants to do is make it all go away. planting soft kisses on you head and face, jay whispers sweet, reassuring messages like "you did so well today" and "it's okay baby, i'm here now" and "we can talk it out tomorrow, yeah?" and it made you so thankful to have jay in your life.

a comfortable silence with the acceptation of your small sniffles filled the room. this is the reason you can get through these tough days. park jongseong. the man who you loved the most in the world, laying here with you, whispering small praises to you, holding you close.

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆🎧☆ ★

ahhh i need this kind of love so baddd. to anyone struggling right now, just know that you're doing your best. and it's okay to not be okay. please know that it's okay to be down, and to struggle, but never ever forget that you are loved, and that you can get through this. i hope you enjoyed <3 feedback is much appreciated.

[icantpickabiasugh]

Our Secret-yjw

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Our secret- yang Jungwon

Parring-Yang Jungwon x fem!reader

Summary- Dim lights and locker room vibes leave mutual friends in a bit of a situation

Word count- 1k+

Warnings- SMUT!! Hickeys, making out, awkwardness, like bit of fluff. Lmk if there is anything more!

Reading time-4 minutes (in head)

A/n. Heyyy so this is my first fan fic ever I’m kinda nervous ahhh. Sorry it took awhile it’s currently 1:30 am but I wanted to post something before I went to bed! I was writing the Han fic but hit a bit of a wall so I quickly wrote this I was planning on doing a pt. 2 but only if you guys want. Please please PLEASE send feedback I could really use it! Enjoy my loves-☺️😘

You didn’t like going out much, you felt that it was a waste of time to get wasted with a bunch of people you didn’t know in a hot gross frat house, instead you rather liked the idea of spending your Saturday nights on the couch with your favorite drama and some snacks.

“Come on y/n, it’s the pep rally you HAVE to come!”

“Do I though, do I really”

Your friend Yujin however loved going out and meeting new people.

“Oh come on party pooper it’s your second year here and away from home and you’ve only been to TWO parties, you know how sad that is y/n?”

“FINE fine! But as after I’m going home I’m not leaving to some party”

You’d meet up with all your friends and their friends at the pep rally and go find a good view with some drinks and snacks

You left to go to the bathroom.

Excusing yourself from the group you go to the locker rooms looking for the bathroom.

You’re just outside the boy's football team’s locker room near the bathrooms you see Jungwon exiting giving him a small smile and walking past a couple feet away he calls out your name.

“Hey y/n”

Slowly turning around to look at him a bit confused

“Y-yeah? Jungwon?”

Jungwon was a part of your friends circle but you never really talked you saw a lot of his posts and comments on insta though and you did have the occasional chat online but that was about it what would he want to talk about?

“I was wondering y-you don’t post about Changbin anymore, did d-did you guys break up?”

“Ah y-yeah we did about three months ago”

“Oh well I’m-im sorry”

“Ah no need to be it was mutual”

“Well in that case I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out… sometime?”

“That'd be great Jungwon id love to”

Hearing keys rattling and someone jogging you get startled as Jungwon quickly pulls you into the changing rooms

“Wha-“

“Shhhh, we’re not meant to be here. Quietly run into that shower stall”

He softly whispers into your ear.

Backed against the wall and Jungwon’s body you are stuck breathing in his intoxicating scent you watch as he peeks out of the small stall and out into the looker room

“I think they’re leaving”

A second after saying so he’s push-up against your faces mere inches apart. He puts a finger to his lips brushing yours in the process

Sighing in relief he straightens up his posture a little

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to-mhnp”

Quick to shut him up you pull him in for a kiss by the back of his neck

“Mmhm~mmm y-y/n we should~mmhm mmm s-stop”

Pulling away confused you look at him

“D-do you not like me!?”

"NO no I-I do I really do it’s just, are YOU sure you want to do this? I get it if you're not over your last relationship-“

“What are you on about of course I want this I've wanted this for 3 years”

Wha- t-three years!?”

“Yes okay, now shut up and kiss me”

“Fine by me”

You and Jungwon had been gone from your friends for like fifteen minutes now and since then things had gotten a little more heated.

Your hand where in his hair as he suckles on your skin just under your ear his hand held your waist as he kisses the span of your neck making a trail back to your lips he moans as you pull his hair.

“Fuck I want you so bad”

“We can’t, the game will be over soon and the others will want to leave”

“Fuck the game and fuck the others I want you here and I want you now”

“Hell Jungwon you're so hot”

Releasing a shaky breath he moves to pull up your dress.

Moving your panties to the side he runs a finger through your folds and up your slit you moan at the feeling

“Ohh shit, Jungwon please”

“Please what baby, use your words”

“Please fuck me, ahh please I need it”

“Good girl” he growls in your ear undoing his pants and pulling his hard cock out it hits his stomach with a slap

“Jump baby”

Doing so you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. positioning his cock at your entrance he slides it up and down your folds teasing you a bit

“You sure you want this baby”

“Couldn’t be more certain, now hurry up and put it in”

“Nghhh fuck baby you're so tight”

Giving you time to adjust to his size you slowly start rolling your hips on his.

Now Jungwon wasn’t awfully long as he was thick with a long vein running from the base of his cock to his pretty pink tip

As he stands moving he starts finding a steady pace and angle after shifting a bit he hit a squishy spot inside of you that felt just oh so good seeming happy with the sudden loud moan he’s pulled from you he smirks

“Did I find it, baby”

To fucked dumb to give a response you babble out his name.

He soon picks up the pace hitting that spot fast and hard each time

“J-Jungwon I’m gonna-fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it baby cum all over my big cock”

“Ahh ahh fuck shit I can’t hold it!”

He whispers in your ear one last time holding you tight against him “cum”

He’s quick to follow suit cumming deep In you he fucks you both through your highs

Pulling out he replaces his cock with his two fingers

“Keep it In for me yeah?”

Nodding softly you catch your breath and let him take care of you

“You did so good for me, I’m so proud” he whispers kissing your teary cheeks

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Walking hand in hand back to your friends you find them coming the opposite way

“Hey there you guys are we’ve been looking for you two for ages” called out Sunoo

“Hey why are you guys holding hands” Jake questions

“Y/n IS THAT A HICKEY on your neck!!?” Yujin yells running at you

“Shit” you mutter under your breath.

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[freeuselandonorris]

You've inspired me to try pole, and so my roommate and I are going to a pole class tmw. Do you have any tips or advice or anything for us???

AHHH no wayyyy anon this is so exciting!!! 🤩 honestly pole changed my LIFE. i was completely unfit, zero strength and constant joint pain from hypermobility with no support in my joints, and i hated exercise and sports. pole just immediately clicked with me even though i frankly sucked at it at first, and it’s been such a joy feeling myself get better and stronger over the last few years.

okay so practical tips: don’t put on body lotion or hand cream (especially the hand cream) for ideally 24 hours beforehand but definitely not on the day of your class — you want dry hands otherwise you’ll slip when you try to grip the pole. if you have them, wear some short shorts and a sports bra/vest under your leggings or whatever, because if you try any basic climbs you’ll need the bare skin on your thighs. be prepared for bruises!! your skin probably isn’t as pale and prone to bruising as mine but i looked like i’d been beaten up for about a year until my skin adjusted lmao. going w a friend is a great shout, it makes it feel so much less daunting. oh and obvious point but take water/an electrolyte drink!

obviously i don’t know what your fitness/strength level is like but in the first class you’ll likely learn some basic spins like a step-around and maybeee a backwards leg hook if you have the upper body strength to safely support yourself. you’ll also maybe learn some basic tricks like ballerina or a basic seat, again this varies by studio and also by how strong you are (i was weak as fuck when i started so it took me a few lessons to work up to the seats and leg hooks!)

i won’t lie, pole can be kinda painful! you get friction pain and you can get blisters on your palms (i have permanent calluses now lmao). but it gets better the more you do it, so if you enjoy it please stick with it because it gets sooo much better once your body adjusts. and you’ll get strong as fuck!

ENJOYYYY have fun and please lmk how you found it!! 🥰

[instarsandcrime]

Hi! Do you have any guidelines or preferences for requests? I was wondering about characters and snz causes or tropes, though ofc feel free to clarify any other elements that might be good to know! ❤️

Ahhh, thank you so much for asking!!! ❤️

Truthfully I never felt the need to put down many rules or guidelines because the 'hey I write snz only' and 'I only write H/H for now' seems like a given, and if I feel uncomfortable with anything I'd talk to that person about it and find a compromise.

As for preferences? I wouldn't really know. I'm not the one asking for the request! I write at my easiest and fastest when it's Hu/sker/dust and anything involving Lu/ci/fer, but the point of this blog is to flex them brain muscles and try new shit! So don't worry about limiting yourselves! If you want something, say something. 😤 Just be prepared for possible changes if you ask for anything kink outside snz!

And don't forget that this stuff doesn't limit itself to requests! Asks, prompts, etc. are really fun. Don't be afraid to ask stupid questions! Ask that thing that makes no godly sense to you! Be your beautiful selves bc it's the snz community and I promise we're all as freaky and silly as you-- yes, aces included.

I hope that covers everything, but lmk if anyone has any other questions!

[lunarbrambles]

@vilestblood

Adrian could feel it in their bones, that this was the last few relatively peaceful nights before the onset of a Hunt. For the Forbidden Woods, it had been a relatively quiet night, nary one of the odd and mutated beasts that haunted the land rearing its head along their bit of lonely land along the lake. A sparse and ambling fog arose from the lake towards the looming house that despite all its improvements from its former dilapidated state, still looked out upon the water and forest ravenous and baleful, as if to reflect the corrupted contents of its belly. The garden out back also betrayed that it no longer lay vacant and instead found itself sprouting to abhorrent yet splendid life. The fragrant smell of the roses in the back wafted around the area, as did the pungent stench of various chemicals from the experiments done in the cellar.

They had left a lit lantern in the window, a sign understood by the nearby villager the doctor turned Paleblood Hunter stood awake and would accept visitors if they needed medical help. Even with the League nearby to keep the beast population down, it was still a dangerous area; many dangerous traps laid around the area, completely forgotten, and when only a small band of Hunters rejected by the Healing Church watched the area, it meant anyone hapless enough to be around at night faced the distinct possibility of running into signs of the scourge. And even then, they often treated the wounds of the hunters of the area who didn't have the same access to blood those of Yharnam did. Plus, while blood vials certainly healed wounds, they did nothing to retrieve bullets lodged in muscle, nor fangs, hooks, and talons embedded deep in flesh. Not having the same institutional access they had as a doctor working in Central Yharnam under Iosefka meant they had to improvise and adapt.

The Good Doctor themselves, dressed in a near-comical amount of layers due to the chill of the night and their body refusing to acclimate to the far chillier, moodier climate of Yharnam, sat at their desk, carefully transcribing notes from no less than three different books in English, one about the local flora, one about traditional folk medicine, and their old book of medicine back from when they attended university at Yharnam to become a doctor. They had their sleeves rolled up just a bit past their elbows, with some of their hair fallen out of their loose ponytail, and at this point their eyes appeared heavy and tired. Despite their intent focus on their notes, they still listened for the door, always expecting at least one stray visitor to come knocking late at night. Indeed, Adrian learned to always expect to see patients with the gnarliest wounds and infections at night because of the sheer hostility of the forest, from its very layout, to the traps littering the area, to the venomous denizens preying on the people.

At least here, no one seemed to care the blood coursing through their veins, according to the Healing Church, marked them as hideous, corrupted, vicious, vile, even. They were just the eccentric, lanky doctor with the heavy accent.

[kingofnxwyxrk]

CLOSED STARTER: julia adams && barbara maitland @hxwboutadance​

           per her mother’s suggestion, JULIA had joined a book club. the idea was slightly out of her comfort zone, but it surely had its benefits. fortunately, it was the same book club her dear friend barbara also an active member of. glancing on this month’s book, we were the lucky ones, julia exhaled a laugh. “ you know i’m a sucker for world war ii novels but, ” she looked up at her friend as a weak smile formed on her lips. “ this one is gonna make me cry, huh? ”

[ghostvibin]

“how long has it last been since you slept?” ( from Korain - hey hi, hello!)

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.  ( open )

@nobilitylost

and there goes.. a yawn at the mentioned of when he last slept. which vesper fails to stifle as he shrugs his shoulders. then he holds a single digit up, tinted brims parted before closing and then opening again. “that’s.. a good question.” vesper nods his head as if really agreeing with the question that was directed at him. he remains silent for a bit. what is actual sleep anyway?

holiday season means a shitton of hours at his job. eight hours becomes ten, to even twelve and so on. people love to fly out and visit loved ones or so that’s the stories he hears when really they’re visiting someone else. they’re either visiting family or visiting someone that secretly. that hotel he’s been working in for about 3-4 years now has ups and downs. all the ups of course are when he’s able to successful snag pretty jewelry or watches, even some cash after having been tipped. a courtesy for himself and a big ol’ fuck you to the riches. especially those that take their shit for granted. he snickers before blinking as he yawns yet again.

goddammit..

vesper easily shifts and leans against korain with a dull hum, arms lifting to cross over his chest with a grin as he tugs his hood over his head. “right about now, try not to move too much, yeah?”

[babydxhl]

@tragediknight liked x for a para starter.

Mary knows from experience she doesn’t fear the Bat in the same way many of her fellow rogues do – he’s never hit her, never needed to, and the sight of him brings no terror of flying fists and heavy bruises. But she feels a very particular kind of horror over him. It sits, an ache in her chest, the fear of his judgement. He makes her feel shame, and it’s something she rages against.

Kidnapping the kid had been a stupid choice. A few months of pulling ransom jobs successfully had gone to her head and she’d aimed a little too high, a rich father just a tad too important – people cared for this kid. It makes her hate him more.

She had backed herself into a corner, shoved the kid onto his knees to keep hold of him by the hair. It turns him into her very own human shield, and as Batman takes a step closer the seven-year-old becomes a human shield with a gun to his head.

“Leave me alone,” she snaps, voice harsh and biting. It’s quiet in the apartment building otherwise, and that sends another note of hysteria coursing through her blood – no one left but her. “Either I walk out of here, or you take him back to his daddy in a body bag. Got it?” Her eyes, wide and somehow still accusatory, watch the caped crusader past a head of curls.

[crushed-by-expectations-archived]

@psychiatriie ll SC

📚 - Honestly, he had no idea what to expect from something like this. It’s no question that he needs help - after what he’s done, what he’s tried to do, and everything those demons- , no, those adults had put him through, he needs it. He understood now that what happened to him wasn’t natural...but he wasn’t sure knowing now didn’t make things far worse instead of better.

He clasped his hands together as he realized he was shaking too much to causly be twidling with thumbs now.

She’s here to help, he kept telling himself. She’s not going to hurt you.

But is it that he can’t get over the fear of her injecting more things into him like his parents had done? Would she be disappointed if he didn’t progress through this therapy fast enough?

The questions are running through his head so quickly one after another that he hadn’t even realized the psychiatrist came into the room he was told to wait at, the trembling having moved from his fingers all the way to his arms. 

[heart3yed]

@lacedwithcharm / starter call.

💛 💜 ❤️ || the SENSATION of being watched is not necessarily a foreign one to the writer. she's aware, perhaps INTIMATELY, with that idea, having an identity to cherish and protect close to her heart. being able to keep her hand close grants her a sense of power everlasting. her fears are not UNFOUNDED, as they never cling close to paranoia, but this time, she fears, she might come close.

red gaze PEEKS between the dividers of the library's shelf, taking in the look of a stranger peeking back. she can't in good CONSCIENCE suggest anything worse than a coincidence, but the events that have transpired have left her on edge. she sidesteps the shelf, tucking her books under one arm as she does not once for a second look away from the stranger. ❝do i KNOW you?❞ she asks quietly, raising a brow. ❝or do you merely have a question to ask?❞ with all these OUTSIDERS flooding into the city, she could never know for sure at a glance whether this woman is one or not.

[lunarbrambles]

The gentle creaking of the floor beneath Adrian's shoes faded away as they reached a stop in their introspective, anxious ambling around. The Doctor stopped to listen, resisting the urge to sit on the countertop, as they crossed their arms, a gesture more defensive in appearance than intended. They wouldn't even argue that Heysel didn't have a point; the threads of the fear of the unknown, of being betrayed ran between them, common enough concerns, but only made more keen by their position against the Healing Church. It just so happened that Adrian's own closet skeletons made them just as wary about it being used against others.

But constant vigilance, constant distrust lead to loneliness and exhaustion. And the Good Doctor found themself both of these things, ironically more so in the presence of others. Blood ministration had given them new life, and it would be a waste to not take the opportunity to let things grow from the rot of the past that seemed never ending. Life felt like endless white fog before, and now they actually seemed to see in front of them enough to make plans. Enough to actually live.

Adrian wanted to do more than just exist, wanted more than to just meet things half-way.

After letting her speak, they cocked their head, arched their left eyebrow, and spoke. Again, they looked up from above their glinting rounded spectacle frames that contrasting with their strong cheekbones and even stronger jawline.

"I concede the point. But you understand my point about safety, no? It goes both ways; I'm certain you have more ways of..." they opened their mouth and slanted their lower mandible, a curious gesture of introspection as they searched for the vocabulary, "Vetting me. Words can sound and look pretty while dressing up shit. For all you know, I could be a monster."

Lifting their head to be level, they gave Heysel a small, sly ghost of a smile that flickered across their thin lips like a flame and went just as quickly.

"But yes, I'm willing to more than extend my trust and good will. Better than being frightened like a child and hostile like a feral dog my entire life and miss out on all the good. Maybe people can be better—are better than what I take them for. Heh. Yes, that's a pleasant enough thought. Perhaps I'll stick to that one."

Sadness briefly danced across their countenance before it gave way to a shy, self-conscious even, smile. Their left hand began to idly twirl around their singular gold earring in their left earlobe, an act that soothed and grounded them.

They desperately wanted that childhood innocence back that allowed them to readily trust in the goodness of others, but for now they would merely have to practice. Wasn't that what goodness was? Practicing painfully inconveniencing yourself for the sake of others, acting to benefit others despite the little voice inside sometimes saying you shouldn't?

Adrian then said in an almost chirping tone, "Perhaps you would like to shake over it, then? Tell me what is required of me and I will do what I must. Since you're willing to trust me, I shall trust you. And perhaps elsewhere in the future I can divulge something about myself, in private, as a token of my trust? I think you might understand more about my behavior."

Their prominent canines made themselves known not as a threat or an omen but a sly hint that dare not speak its name too loudly.

"As far as payment, I'll have to write it down in the ledger for auditing but..." and then the grin and their brown eyes became even more mischievously gleeful "I can falsify your name since a paper trail might concern you. But again, as I said the Healing Church doesn't usually overly-scrutinize the sale of scientific and medical equipment—well, as long as it's not something as expensive as a microscope or as coveted as blood vials or sedatives."

lunarbrambles​:

At the mention that the aforementioned system already existed, the Doctor widened their eyes and their jaw went slack, just enough their bottom teeth shewn. Their carefully practiced posture, or rather, the total lack of it, nearly faltered and corrected itself. With a slight furrowing of their brow, their fingers danced on the opposing arm as they thought of how to phrase their racing thoughts. With their thoughts, their brown irises followed, darting back and forth as they looked at the ground. Were there really that many more out there? Could there really be more like-minded people in Yharnam? Really, it didn’t surprise them that they could miss it; outside of work, they didn’t have much of a life.

At least, until they become a Paleblood Hunter, which, of course, lead to Annalise discovering them through the Dream, Adrian a lost, accursed soul adrift and not knowing their destiny always pointed back to lost Cainhurst.

But even then, the quivering fear that became resentment that became anger that became seething, pyroclastic rage that kept them a shut-in meant they had little in terms of friendships. It wasn’t Adrian being humble to admit they weren’t too terribly good with people outside the confines of a medical setting; they truly didn’t understand most social convention that came naturally to most people. Books only provided so much context to what other people clearly took for granted. And when you didn’t go to Church in a Church town, well. There went most of your opportunity to meet, let alone befriend people outside of places of employment. It remained as true here as it did home.

Making a small hmm before clicking their tongue against the roof of their mouth, Adrian remarked, “Ah. That does sound wonderful, and forgive me if my questioning seems rude, but how do you prevent your circle from being breached?” They started to pace around with their hands behind their back, their head leading their small back and forth path. “What safety valves do you have in place to prevent a smart and resourceful enough rat from either infiltrating your group, or influencing someone? Is it hierarchical, or are members of the network equal?Is there a central person?How do you deal with those who betray their oath?Again, I have many questions and I hope they don’t come off as distrusting or strange.”

They paused. They didn’t meant to rattle off so many questions, but they were all so loud in their head, so relevant, they couldn’t do anything but raise them.

Even if they were the metaphorical monster now, inhuman in more ways that one, Adrian couldn’t get over their deep distrust for people. Worse, they couldn’t tell if it was just their upbringing itself (sins of the flesh), suffering at the hand of their father and a beloved family friend, or both. Did it really matter, though? At least they were desperately trying to make “good” choices, trying to course correct where three generations went wrong, and not simply because his ancestors on both side one day left Cainhurst out of a fundamental disagreement with the Queen. Waking up and choosing to believe that there was good in humanity was better than the alternative.

A leap of faith for the faithless, if you will.

“But my jadedness, as well as fear, betrays me, I think. Living under the gaze of the Church probably has me overly paranoid.Some people are more naturally saints, and some of them shame the Devilin their wickedness,” they grimaced, and clucked their tongue again, this time at themself. The Vileblood sighed softly, wondering if in a different life they would be held together better, loved and cherished more, a far better person. But maybe one day, they would be enough. One day, their insides wouldn’t feel like broken glass and prickly thorns. One day, they would be healed, made whole again.

And that couldn’t happen if they drove themself insane from social isolation.

If their countenance hadn’t already undergone quite a dramatic change, the Good Doctor found themself taken off guard by Heysel’s comment about their appearance. Not that it didn’t make them uncomfortable; rather, its non-sequitor from the topic made their head spin. The Vileblood opened their mouth to say something in response, then promptly closed it when they realized they weren’t able to come up with anything coherent for the moment. Instead, they clutched the counter, tapping their fingertips on its hard surface.

Adrian really wasn’t used to a polite compliment. Key word being polite.

After clearing their throat, they said, after adjusting their spectacles as if they actually still needed them, “I’m, err, flattered? I don’t really have much of a reference as to whether she is? Well, if she is seeing anyone, she’s never brought a lady home, though that’s likely because we live together and well. It’s a hovel.” Adrian let out a small, embarrassed chuckle, the very tip of their ears a slight red. Indeed, they found it mortifying to talk about their sister’s love life, and it probably showed how little they paid attention at times.

“You bring up decent points,” Adrian replied with a tilt of their head and a small, amiable smile, eyes glinting with an all-too knowing mischief

(oh you have no idea about being of ill-repute)

“And I can agree to that.Yes, there’s much to be discussed about outside the panoptic gaze of the Healing Church.”

Their eyes met Heysel’s, the kind of thousand-yard stare that speaks far more than words. Indeed, they had much to lose, but being part of a network was the least of their worries in comparison to what would happen if the Church finally figured out they had a Vileblood right in front of them the entire time, in close proximity to their blood. But willingly they took this risk, wanting to be a part of something larger. Question is, how much threat the stigma of their lineage posed to people in their orbit.

Heysel, her coat still folded over the angle of her arm, lifted her hands and her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth in mock surrender as she watched them pace back and forth, and back and forth, a ship swirling quickly on the back of an eddy of thoughts. 

“Again, I’m not a molotov tossing revolutionary, doctor, though it’s not because tossing molotovs against individuals grossly misusing power has ever been a bad thing to do; merely I do not, cannot, and never will offer this city more than the necessary spare hope that I have for it. Change is always possible, and I do wish it upon this place, sincerely, but if I’m lucky I won’t be there to witness it if it happens. It’s not my home. The roots that I’ve allowed to grow into this ground are loose enough that I can still draw them up, shake the dirt, and leave, and I will. I’m just a humble passerby who has been resting her feet in the same spot for all too many years, for while it pains me to admit so this city has a wealth of unique blessings for those willing to sacrifice for them. All of this to say that I’m just one of the ears that listens and the mouth that warns, because I like to help the needy and I am among the needy who needs help, for reasons my own- after all, we wouldn’t have met in this fine day if I could just live unaided- but while your not-distrust is a perfectly understandable reaction that needs no apologies, if you were to ask about numbers, names, instruments, corollaries, methods, philosophies, why and where and who, I certainly would be able to tell you something but not much. And let’s say that inside my lovely hilarious skull swims every information the organ of your doubt desires: why would I give all of it to you? Like this? Now we would be talking about breaches. Now that would be suspicious. Imagine it. Me saying, Oh, indeed, indeed, I know aaall about those pesky dislikers of church! Why don’t you come meet us in this place this Friday, unarmed and alone? Nothing bad will happen!”

She flashed her teeth, and winked. There was a fundamental imbalance in the scales of their conversation, she knew- namely, that all she’d stated was stitched together a steady thread of lightheartedness, while their reaction had been everything but. And though there was much belonging to Yharnam that she cared about, still, despite her inhumanity, despite all, friends and former lovers and those just as unbelonging as her, it was so because, as she’d said, she was a woman leaving- for something better, something higher. Adrian of many stormy cogitations and now somewhat unsettled composure maybe and just maybe could have found it within themself to summon the effort and time to, but the Kin was long past the desire of retribution for the scars this city had scrimshawed upon her, and past hard won forgiveness. There was, somewhere distant from her centre and no larger than an apple seed, the sure human hope for improvement. But primarily there was her, and her plan. There was Heysel and the stars to replace her skin with. To her what this city embodied, as they spoke in the language of their past lives, was a ladder. 

All she requested was for the ladder to endure until she ascended the last rung. 

“You could have utopia between your hands and there would be those who’d demand for something splintered and festering in it, Adrian. There was God and all his angels and they had apparently a good thing going on and yet there was Lucifer with a very different idea in mind. This city is about the opposite of whatever God with his angels had. Probably. I’ll admit Sunday I was generally home; I cannot say if creation before humans actually had werewolves and aliens. But what I mean is, indeed there are people, angry and optimistic, organized and organizing, trying for something new, wanting it, risking for it, even when beasts roam the streets and those wearing holy veils might take you away in the middle of the night and all seems frankly terrible. Above all…”

Her chin dipped, so that she could have looked at them from above the rim of her pince-nez, and somberness touched the warm dark of her eyes.

“…You needn’t be on your own so. With your opinions, with- anything, truthfully. There are thousands upon thousands of people just in this city, breathing, living- would you believe they’d all reject you? Think you too bizarre, too excessive? Sinful? Request to make you small, to compromise yourself, wait for you to show some spot of soft skin so they can stab you between the ribs?”  Her smile was small, and polite, and perfectly inaccessible. “I’m afraid it all comes down to a single unfortunate action. The very worst of them all. You know all too well what it is.”

“You have to trust. Today, you can choose to trust me, despite what little reassurance I can offer you. You know me little; I know you little. I am choosing to take the leap and trust you, for you seem someone with a good soul, who wants to help. So there we are. Tell me to leave, and I’ll leave, though I’d prefer to do so with the materials I require first. I’ll pay you and we might meet again. I shan’t mention anything out of ordinary if we do. But say that you would like to know this method, to know what to do to receive a certain kind of attention from optimistic people, and I will tell you. Your choice.”

[slightlystupidhun]

Playing Games

Listener plays popular pranks on some of the redacted guys. Im glad it’s becoming a series. So far I have done Milo, David, Asher, and Sam. lmk if you wanna see someone else and what prank to do.

Sam-

Darlin and Sam had a relationship that didn’t start in the most conventional way. Nonetheless their relationship didn’t seem to feel insecure. Sam and Darlin were comfortable with teasing one another and throwing light jabs at one another. This is why Darlin never had to stress to much about playing with Sam. They were both very playful in their relationship either way.

One night while Darlin was scrolling through their phone they saw a video pop up and an evil smirk played on their face. This is what they saw-

They knew that this task would be their new objective. They knew that Sam’s reaction would be worth it.

It was around 6:00 so they knew Sam had just woken up. Usually he laid in bed on his phone for a bit before he got up. They decided now was the time to strike. They walked up the stairs to his room trying to hide their mischievous giggles. They made it to the door and pushed it open, meeting Sam’s eyes.

“Hello Darlin,” he greeted looking up from his phone. He was already in the perfect position so they didn’t have to convince him to change anything.

“Howdy Cowboy.” He rolled his eyes at them as they crawled over to him and gave him a peck.

“How long have you been up?” He inquired.

“Not long, I had a pack meeting at 4:00 so I haven’t been up too long.”

“Got it.” He paused, “What’s with that look in your eyes? You fixin to do somethin?” They looked at him and didn’t say anything else. They quickly got in the position.

“Darlin what’re you doin- wha” he exclaimed as they turned him around. “Darlin- What’s this?” Had he not been a vamp his face would have been bright red.

“You blushing cowboy?” He glared at them.

“Darlin- I don’t blush you know that, and you better be careful cause I swear” they cut him off as they slapped his ass and quickly got up to run away cackling like a maniac. They knew he would catch up to them easily. Still they felt the need to at least attempt to escape. They made their way out of the house and quickly shifted, not caring that they were still in their outfit. They heard a whip move past them as they made their way past Vincent’s house. Sam’s vamp brother was sitting on his porch with his partner and started laughing.

“Go get ‘em cowboy!” Vincent yelled from his porch, earning a laugh from his partner. Sam shot him a glare.

The shifter quickly turned and made their way to the forest. They weaved through trees ducking around and under some stumps. They knew the only reason they were still running was because Sam was letting them. They needed to catch their breath so they ducked behind a tree quickly shifting back to human. They breathed heavily peeking out from behind the tree.

It was eerily silent, like something was waiting on them. They felt odd that they didn’t see Sam. They moved out from behind the tree and quietly snuck back, tracing their steps.

“Ahhh!” They let out a scream as their mate picked them up and threw them over his shoulder.

“You’re in timeout.” He said as he began the treck back home. They passed Vincent’s house again and saw him hand his partner 5 dollars.

“HAH! I told you two minutes!”

“Damnit Sam! You were supposed to play for a little longer! I said five!”

Sam shook his head as he continued to walk back home. Darlin knew that tonight would be fun, it always was with Sam.

[myherowritings]

PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.9k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though 

A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso. 

It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once. 

Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.

But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful. 

Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back. 

As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.

In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would. 

Shouto absolutely hated it. 

It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.

In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others. 

He sighed. 

“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”

For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.

“Actually, there is someone I like.” 

Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”

“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold. 

He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto. 

“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”

“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”

There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up. 

After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.

Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society. 

But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.

“Fine.”

Shouto blinked in surprise. 

Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”

That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.

— ✩ —

“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”

He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?” 

Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises? 

The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something. 

“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.” 

You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?” 

“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.” 

With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment. 

Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan. 

Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously. 

“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.

“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.” 

You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to. 

“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?” 

“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”

“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”

You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!” 

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”

“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?” 

“Most likely.”

“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.

“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”

“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out. 

You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree? 

With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal. 

He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”

“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”

Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”

“Not to take candy from a baby?”

“No. Not that one.”

“That’s the only one I know.”

“Never mind then.” 

The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless. 

“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt. 

“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”

“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”

With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again. 

“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”

Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.” 

“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”

“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.” 

You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with. 

The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.

“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”

“Anything for the candy.”

“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”

“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine. 

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”

“I’ve never walked a runway before.”

You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”

He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.

By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.

“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”

“Sure! I’ll text you my address.” 

He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”

“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!” 

“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other. 

You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it. 

Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.

Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date. 

“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected. 

You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice. 

“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.

Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”

“Ever the flatterer, hmm?” 

“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule. 

Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.

But you pushed those thoughts away.

That was something to deal with at a later time.

When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist. 

“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.

“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!” 

And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.

a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ  FHDJKF 

what to expect in the next part:

shopping for the gala time !! 

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2

oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp* 

yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh