#i wonder if i ever make their hearts pound 🥺

[kandavers]

I don’t blame you

I love women💪😔

I just went through my gallery to sort some images (its something i like to do in my pastime because its.. relaxing??? idk LOL) and I saw photos of my beautiful lady companions and i stopped breathing like WHATTTT i'm SO SICKKKK i have like. a physical reaction everytime i see them good lord

[writeriguess]

Hii! Glad to see you back!

I was wondering if you could write a soft, shy fem!reader x prohero husband!Katsuki where they find out reader is pregnant and Katsuki's actually really excited? Maybe melts into soft lovemaking, calling reader princess?

Please don't feel pressured to write, ik this is a bit of a weird request!! Thank you for your time 🥺❤️

Unexpected

You stood in the bathroom, gripping the small pregnancy test in your trembling hands. The two pink lines stared back at you, clear as day, and yet, your mind struggled to catch up.

Pregnant.

A shaky breath left your lips as warmth bloomed in your chest. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy—you were. Overjoyed, even. But you had no idea how Katsuki would react. He was dedicated to his work as a pro hero, always running headfirst into danger. Would he worry about not being around enough? About keeping you safe? About—

“Oi, princess, you good?”

You startled at the sound of his voice outside the door. Your husband never really knocked—more of a “push the door open and demand answers” kind of man.

Quickly, you tucked the test behind you, swallowing hard. “Y-Yeah! Just… gimme a sec.”

Too late. The door cracked open, and Katsuki leaned against the frame, crimson eyes narrowing as he took in your nervous stance. He was fresh out of the shower, damp hair sticking up wildly, a towel slung over his bare shoulders.

“Liar.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “What’s goin’ on?”

You pressed your lips together, heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. Slowly, you brought the test from behind your back and held it out with both hands, barely able to meet his gaze.

“I… Katsuki, I’m pregnant.”

For a second, nothing happened. His expression remained unreadable, eyes flicking from you to the test and back. Your fingers curled tightly around the plastic stick, preparing for the worst.

But then—

His arms wrapped around you in an instant, strong and sure, pulling you tightly against his chest. A choked breath left him as he buried his face into your hair, warm lips pressing against your temple.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice thick with something you’d never quite heard from him before. He pulled back just enough to look at you, hands cradling your face. “You serious?”

You nodded, finally meeting his gaze.

Katsuki exhaled sharply, a slow grin stretching across his face. And then, to your utter surprise, his eyes glistened.

“You’re havin’ my kid?” His thumbs brushed your cheeks gently, voice dropping into something soft, reverent. “Shit, princess… that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

Your heart squeezed, and before you could stop yourself, you surged forward, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you easily, lifting you slightly as he turned, carrying you toward the bed.

He set you down gently, crawling over you, his weight comforting as he peppered slow, warm kisses across your cheeks, your nose, your lips.

“Didn’t think I could love you more,” he murmured against your skin, hands slipping beneath your shirt to caress your stomach. “But you keep provin’ me wrong, huh?”

A soft whimper left you as he leaned down, kissing just below your navel with a rare tenderness.

“Katsuki…”

He hummed, pressing another kiss there before making his way back up, resting his forehead against yours.

“Lemme show you how much I love you, yeah?” His voice was low, reverent, and when you nodded, he smiled—softer than usual, filled with nothing but love.

“Good girl,” he whispered, lips brushing against yours. “Gonna take care of my princess. Always.”

And as his hands roamed, as his kisses grew deeper, you melted into his warmth, feeling nothing but love in the hands of the man who adored you.

Katsuki hovered over you, his body warm, solid, safe. His hands, rough from years of hero work, traced over your skin with a gentleness that made your breath hitch. He looked at you like you were something sacred—something fragile and precious, something only he had the honor of touching.

His lips found yours again, slow and deep, savoring you. You whimpered softly into his mouth, and he groaned, pressing his body closer, like he couldn’t stand a single inch of space between you.

“God, princess,” he murmured against your lips, “you’re fuckin’ perfect.” His hands slid under your shirt, fingers grazing over your stomach. “Can’t believe you’re havin’ my baby…”

The way he said it—low, reverent, full of awe—made warmth pool in your core. He kissed down your jaw, your throat, lingering at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, where he nipped gently before soothing the spot with his tongue.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, slipping your shirt up, over your head, tossing it aside. His lips traveled lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, across your ribs, worshipping every inch of you.

You arched beneath him, whimpering his name as his hands explored, kneading, teasing, caressing. He kissed down your stomach, just above the waistband of your shorts, and nuzzled the soft skin there.

“My princess,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Makin’ me a dad…” He looked up at you, eyes dark with love, with hunger, with something deeper. “Gotta take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded breathlessly, fingers threading through his hair.

Katsuki made his way back up, lips ghosting over yours. “Gonna make love to you, real slow,” he whispered. “Wanna feel you, wanna make sure you know how much I fuckin’ love you.”

His hands slid lower, peeling the last barriers of clothing from your body, and he took his time, mapping out every inch of you with his lips, his tongue, his hands—like he had all the time in the world.

And when he finally pushed inside you, he did it with a reverence that made your breath catch. His forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked on you as he filled you, as he moved slow and deep, whispering praises, murmuring sweet nothings.

“So perfect, princess,” he groaned, rocking into you with aching tenderness. “My girl. My wife. My everything.”

Tears pricked your eyes at the overwhelming love in his gaze, the way he held you like you were the most important thing in his world. And when he reached between your bodies, coaxing you closer to the edge, he whispered, “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

You shattered beneath him, and he followed soon after, burying himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer.

Afterward, he didn’t pull away. He stayed close, wrapping you in his warmth, pressing kisses against your temple, your cheeks, your lips. His hands cradled your stomach again, reverent and gentle.

“We’re gonna be a family,” he whispered, voice laced with wonder. “You, me, and our little one.”

You smiled, pressing a hand over his. “Yeah… we are.”

Katsuki kissed you again, slow and deep. “Love you, princess,” he murmured.

And as you lay in his arms, safe and cherished, you knew—without a doubt—you’d never been more loved.

[bookyeom]

birthday mornings - bsk

pairing: seungkwan x reader word count: 0.9k warnings: none really… kissing author’s note: happiest of birthdays, @wheeboo 🥺💓 I know I’m late, and I wish I could have made you something better, but I saw it was your birthday and I wanted to do something. hope it’s your best year yet 🫶🏻

You slowly blink awake, the light from the bathroom just peeking through the dark of the morning. You squint to try and make out something, anything, but you can’t until the bathroom door opens a bit wider. You watch as your boyfriend seems to tiptoe back into the room from his shower, turning the bathroom light off and closing the door slowly behind him as he heads to the closet. When he reemerges, donning a clean t-shirt and jeans, you take him all in. His hair is damp, and you watch as he uses a towel to dry it just a little. He’s so handsome, you think to yourself, and you can’t help the fond smile that spreads across your lips when he catches you looking.

“Hi,” Seungkwan whispers, and you raise your eyebrows. “Sorry.”

“Since when are you quiet in the mornings? And since when are you sorry about being loud?”

You’re teasing, and he smiles, but he doesn’t sass you like you expect him to. You sit up just a little, surprised when he joins you on the bed again. You fall back as he drapes himself over you, pressing his face into your neck. You shiver a little from his wet skin, but you don’t really mind, not when he’s snuggling into you like this.

“Didn’t want to disturb you,” he mumbles against your neck, and you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of his lips soft against your skin for a moment before you’re pulling him back so you can look at him. 

You pause for a moment, fingers playing with the damp hair at the base of his neck. Admiring. And then you say, “since when do you care about disturbing me in the mornings? What happened to forcing me awake at the asscrack of dawn to try and make me a morning person?”

Seungkwan grins at that before he leans in again, your heart rate picking up as he brushes his nose against yours and says, “Special events call for special circumstances.” 

Your heart is pounding at the proximity, eyes fluttering shut when you feel his mouth brush against yours. You can feel the weight of him settle on top of you as he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you briefly wonder if he’ll ever stop making you feel like this. 

“Happy birthday,” he whispers, kissing you one more time before he’s rolling off of you, crawling back under the covers, and tucking in against your side. He throws his jean-clad leg over yours, arm over your waist as he pulls you in tight. You smile against his chest, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself being pulled back into sleep. 

You’re almost back into dreamland when it hits you, and you nearly dislocate your boyfriend’s shoulder as you sit up, scrambling for your phone. 

“Seungkwan!” you cry, and he sits up too, rubbing at the offended arm. He looks so cute as he pouts, annoyed at your outburst, and you can tell he was almost asleep, too. 

“Shit, what?”

“It’s 9:30!”

Seungkwan groans, but instead of panicking and scrambling out of bed like you expect, he flops dramatically back down onto the mattress. “Seriously? I thought something was actually wrong.”

You stare at him, incredulous. This can’t be your Seungkwan — the one who loses his mind when he’s even a second late to anything, the one you always need to remind to slow down. “Hello? You’re a half hour late to work and you don’t care?”

Seungkwan opens one eye to look at you again, and you raise your eyebrows. “I got today off, babe.” 

You can feel your mouth part just slightly in surprise, and you watch as he starts to smile. “I thought you couldn’t—“

“I owe Wonwoo like, eight coffees… but he’s covering for me.”

Your chest suddenly feels so full of fondness that you could burst. “Kwanie…”

“Surprise?”

You crawl back over to him, draping yourself across his chest this time as he falls back with an ‘oof’. He’s smiling, though, absolutely beaming, and you know he’s pleased with himself — and at your reaction. 

“I love you,” you say softly, chin resting on your hands as you look up at him. He scrunches his nose in fake disgust, and you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too.”

The two of you lounge around in bed for a while, sharing memes on your phones and basking in each other’s warmth. You’re always so grateful that it’s you who gets to see this Seungkwan — the Seungkwan who lets you play with his hair while his head rests in your lap (no one else gets to touch his hair like this), the Seungkwan who fidgets and traces patterns into any part of your skin he can reach (he’s confessed that just touching you like this calms him down), the Seungkwan who actually pouts so that you’ll kiss him (though he’ll deny it if anyone ever asks). You love him, your Seungkwan. 

You don’t even care what he’s penciled in for the rest of your birthday together, because this right here? It’s enough. 

(“I promised to buy Wonwoo coffee from the expensive place down the street from work, by the way,” Seungkwan says against your hair later, when you finally get up from the coziness of your bed. He’s latched onto you from the back, arms around your waist as you move to the kitchen. You gasp, turning around in his arms, and your boyfriend nods, eyes wide and serious. 

You resist the urge to giggle as you whisper, “Not the expensive place.” 

Seungkwan squeezes you. “Never say I don’t sacrifice anything for you.”)

A/N: Hope you like, my friend ❤️

tagging a few who might like to see this little guy :) @gyuminusone @minisugakoobies @seungkw1 ❤️

[bitchface24-7]

I read your Jayce X Milf!Reader story and now I'm curious about being Viktor's mom 👀 but not the milf thing but rather sweet, like headcannons if we were Viktor's mother 😭🤝

BEAUTIFUL BOY - VIKTOR & MUM READER

synopsis: you never expected to have a kid so young, you were barely an adult yourself. But working at Babette’s obviously the chance of that happening triple. But you wouldn’t change a thing, you got your sweet boy out of it.

warnings: underage sex and pregnancy, sex work, single mum!reader, amazing mum!reader (A ++ parenting actually), You're no longer a sex-worker after Viktor is born, you do the books for Babette), Jayvik, Grammarly is my beta

genre: general, m/m (Jayvik)

p.s. This idea is so cute 🥺🥺 kinda crazy it came from Jayce pounding milf!reader LMAO (love ya! ❤️)

You knew working at Babette’s would increase the chance of you getting either sick or pregnant. You fell into the ladder.

You don't even know the guy, he was just some random customer. Handsome. Very handsome. But a rando nonetheless.

You debated keeping it or not, but your gut and your heart demand the baby stay. Your instincts screaming at you that your baby would change the world.

So you keep him, you learn it’s a him a few months into your pregnancy, and you've already fallen in love.

Him. A son.

You stop working as a prostitute and take over the books for Babette, you've always been good with numbers.

Eventually the day comes and you give birth at Babettes, its painful, its traumatizing, but it was worth it in the end.

Your baby is wrinkly, and honestly kinda ugly, but you love him anyway.

The years go by and your baby becomes a toddler, then a child. And what a smart child he is. One of his legs is a bit weaker than the other so you got him a cane. The grey affects him harshly, you try your best to keep him out of the heavily affected areas. But your boy is too curious to heed your warnings.

Before you know it, he's a grown man, and he looks so much like his father. You don't know what happened to him, you never saw him again after that one night. Your son knows, you told him ages ago. He's not particularly upset, not while he has you as his mum.

He’s been able to accomplish his dreams too! He became a student at the academy, passed top of his class, became assistant to the Dean, and became a co-founder of an amazing scientific discovery with his now best friend, Jayce Talis.

You’re quite certain this Jayce means more to your son than as just a “best friend” every time you ask about him, how your beloved boy is doing, Jayce is mentioned somewhere; with the fondest look you’ve ever seen on your son.

Every time you tease him, he flusters red all the way up to his ears, looking like strawberry.

You’ve even got to meet the man who’s enamoured your son, and you can see why.

You approve, and you let your son know when Jayce had gone to the bathroom. You had glanced over very obviously to the bathroom with a happy smile, nodding your head firmly once. Viktor’s eyes widened, taking on a doe like quality. You winked, and the brightest smile erupted onto your sons face.

Jayce had come out to see it and stopped in his tracks, a light flush dusting his tan face. Your eyebrows had risen and a playful giggle escaped your throat. The two men quickly glanced at you before looking away to anything else that wasn’t each other, or you.

You’re so happy, and relieved that Viktor found someone to be his other half. You were worried he wouldn’t. People are cruel. Your son the least deserving of the hand given to him.

So when Viktor had gone to his childhood bedroom to get the toy boat he made as a child to show Jayce, you gave the tall man a shovel talk to scare even the gods.

And all Jayce did was look seriously at you and say, “If I ever hurt Viktor, I’ll allow you to do all those threats without hesitation.”

You nod and pat his shoulder, giving him your blessing.

Now you’re wondering if it’s too soon to make a wedding plan, and if Ximena would like to help you.

Viktor should’ve had like one parent alive, or maybe even a sibling. Maybe they could’ve made Ambessa’s local cuisine (I think his names Miguel) as Viktor’s cousin since they look so much alike. Hope y’all enjoy this fluffy mum!reader! Love ya ❤️

[navybrat817]

For valentines ficlets: eyes locking across a room with Chris? He’s so precious hehe.🥺🥺

Syd, I love this man!

Across the Room

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Female Reader

Summary: You didn't really want to go to the party, but you were glad you did.

Word Count: Over 730

Warnings: Love and lust at first sight, tension, slight feels, Destroyer!Chris (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The party was in full swing when you arrived, music pounding through the speakers as you made your way to the basement bar. Grabbing yourself a drink, you felt the lively energy flow through you when you looked around. A few people were dancing, and others were scattered in small pairs and groups, laughter and chatter spilling over. You recognized just about everyone, and you didn’t plan to stay long, but it would’ve upset your best friend if you didn’t make an appearance.

“There you are!” Shauna yelled, nearly knocking the drink out of your hand when she went in for a hug.

“Here I am,” you smiled. You could smell the liquor on her breath, and she’d probably make you do at least one shot to catch up a little. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Hey, you showed. All that matters,” she said over the music.

You sighed inwardly. Parties like this used to be so much. Drinks flowed, excitement felt contagious, and nights felt endless. Something changed along the way. The more parties that ended with you going home by yourself made you realize how lonely you were. There was no one to wake up beside you in the morning, and no one came home to you at night. It hurt.

One thing you refused to do was settle. You wouldn’t just drive yourself into the arms of someone you knew you shouldn’t be with just to take away the loneliness for a night. You just wondered when things would turn around.

As if by some divine voice who heard your heart crying, you turned and locked eyes with a man across the room. They were the bluest eyes you had ever seen and they pulled you in. If you drowned, your dying words would’ve been to thank him. Everything made sense, and nothing made sense at all when he softly smiled.

“Who is that?” you asked, still tangled up in his stare.

“Oh, that’s Chris. He’s new to the area,” Shauna replied, giving you a gentle shove forward and making some of your drink spill over this time. “He’s totally checking you out, so go.”

He kept smiling when you glided across the room. No one seemed to touch you or block your path, almost like they knew not to interfere. And as luck would have it, there was an open spot right beside Chris. You expected half the party to be vying for his attention, but maybe they were put off by him being an outsider or his dangerous aura.

It drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Hey,” you breathed.

“Hey,” he smirked.

His eyes were somehow brighter up close. Your fingers itched to reach up and trace his goatee. Glancing down, you spotted a few rings on fingers and wondered what they would feel like grazing or digging into your flesh. You managed to give him your name and hoped he was sticking around, but he had his jacket on like he wasn’t planning to stay long either.

“I’m Chris,” he said, clinking his bottle against yours in lieu of a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” Taking a swig, his eyes went to your lips when you licked a drop away. “You’re new around here.”

“I am,” he confirmed, your stomach twisting in a delightful knot as his eyes swept over you. “Not a bad place, but I don’t know my way around just yet. Wouldn’t mind showing me sometime, would you?”

It thrilled you that he asked, but you didn’t want to appear too eager. “I may be able to do that.”

“May?” He raised an eyebrow. “How can I turn that into a ‘yes’?”

“Step outside with me so we can talk away from the noise and I’m sure you can find a way to convince me,” you smiled, knowing full well you’d show him all the best spots and hidden gems.

He smirked and took a swig of his own beer. “Lead the way.”

Slipping your hand in his, you winked at Shauna watching across the room. The voice in the back of your head said not to rush into his arms just because you felt an instant connection, but you had a good feeling about him. Even if you didn’t take him home tonight, there was always tomorrow.

And for the first time in a long time, you were glad you went to a party.

Love and thanks for participating! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[torialefay]

Hi! I love your writing. I was wondering if you had the time if you could do a skz thing on who prefers rough sex vs love making (like the slow, handholding while thrusting in you romantic type). Or however you want to answer, everything you do is great. And it’s also great if you don’t want to.

honeyyyy, the "it's also great if you don't want to" is breaking my heart. you are seriously too sweet 🥺🫶🏼 these are my rough og thoughts!!!

chris: depends on the day, but is usually either one or the other. because he has all of that scorp energy, he is definitely gonna go deep & slow with you alotttt of the time. like if y'all have nothing to do & are just at home all day, you bet your ass he's gonna take his sweet time & be good and slow with you. he loves knowing that you both have a strong, insatiable connection. and he honestly craves for you to need him badly like that, so he's basically gonna fuck his love into you. BUT, he's also got a lil sag mars action going on too, so he will need to switch it up from time to time & i can definitely see him getting heated and aggressive with it. especially if you don't have much time, but he's just superrrr horny... if he knows you like it, he will NOT take it easy on you. i'm imagining a lot of spanking or ass grabbing going on too idk.

minho: almost always combines the two. i definitely see lee know as the type to start slowly and make sure that he has you waiting and writhing to get more from him. he wabts you to connect onto his energy and basically beg him for more. he'll go slow & establish that early on. because he has all of that scorp energy (like INTENSE scorp energy), he's going to NEED that to establish the mood for the night. BUT i think as he moves on through the night, he gradually gets rougher and rougher. before you know it, he has full control of you and you don't even know how it happened. i'm talking face down, ass up, as he's pushing your face into the mattress and pounding your shit so hard you don't think you'll survive. or if you're in missionary, he'll start basically destroying you. and he will love every second of it <3

changbin: overall more sweet and loving, but he fucks you really really deep so he can watch what it does to you. he gives me vibes that he truly knows how to take care of you and he is practical when giving it to you. think of it as being a gentle giant. he loves being big, yet treating you like you're the most precious thing he could ever imagine. like he's being gentle and watching to make sure you're enjoying yourself, but he's also going so deep that it takes your breath away. and he lovessss that shit. he likes feeling so big and seeing his princess get pampered in the dirtiest way. like you're so cute, but taking him like no one would ever expect. and the entire time, you're just so in awe of how he pays attention to you and gives you soft, tiny praises the entire way.

hyunjin: making love. he's definitely gonna give you some extremelyyyy hard thrusts, but it is just as mental for him as it is physical. genuinely when i picture sex with hyunjin, it is the most intense thing humanly possible. like he is holding your face the entire time, never daring to look away while he is hitting your shit so deep that you feel it in your stomach. and every time he gets a strong moan out of you, he just smiles as he watches your eyes roll back. he wabts nothing more than to basically try to fuck his love into you. and it frustrates him so badly that there are no words to express just how connected he wabts his soul to ve with yours, so he just keeps fucking deeper and deeper to try and get as close as he can. he's definitely really fucking sweaty, but he can't keep his hands off of you.

han: easily picks up on your vibes and gives you what you want in that moment. hannie seems so adaptable that he usually gives in to what you want... without you really having to explicitly say it. he has that libra energy so he just GETS it and he wants to please you. so if you wabt to go slow and just enjoy the sensation of connecting emotionally with him? he's giving you exactly that. but if you've been giving him absolutely nastyyyyy vibes all day and he knows you've been bratty bc you want attention, he'll pick up the ques that he needs to fuck you HARD. i think han can be a lot more dom in the bedroom than most people give him credit for. like if he's had a really long day, i see him taking it out on you by fucking out his frustrations. same thing for if yall get into a fight or something, i can so see you both ending it by getting turned on and him rocking your shit while bending you over. idk maybe its just me.

felix: (i feel like this is an unpopular opinion and i go back and forth ab it), but he's usually on the less emotional side. but like han, he understands you well and changes it up depending on what you need. he can get quite sensitive too and overwhelmed, which is when he wants to be slow and gentle. he'd probably love it if you were both on your sides facing each other while he stills inside of you and you move yourself up and down on him. like i think he'd go feral and watch you with the most love, adoration, and lust humanly possible.but at the same time, i feel like he can sometimes struggle to express himself physically, so he ends up just doing what he feels comfortable with. he needs to switch things up every so often, but i think he's usually more into pounding you and letting it all out.

seungmin: he's usually pretty practical and doesn't go too hard or get too emotional. but on days where he's frustrated... he's taking it out on you. like relentlessly. or he's telling you exactly what to do. i'm just imagining him coming home from some kind of bullshit day and he's ranting to you about it. maybe youre acting up a bit or agging him on and he literally snaps and starts telling you what to do. i don't think he's usually super vocal, but this time he's instructing you about every little thing. kind of yelling, but it's hot. and then he's having you sit back on the couch, legs spread, so he can basically just use you to get himself off oops.

jeongin: i.n. is again a good mix. innie loved to feel big and dominant. idk what it is, but he does. and he likes knowing that you depend on him. so in that sense, he's gonna start slow and make you needy for more. he wants to make sure you're hooked before he does anything more. and once he's given you your attention and is pleased with where he's gotten you, he's gonna fuck hard so that you never forget how strong he can be. like he just has that thing inside of him that lowkey feels like he needs to prove himself & he gets off on it so bad.

[aventurineswife]

Hello. I was wondering if you could make a platonic Honkai Star Rail story with the reader being Jing Yuan's child and but they ended up running away to stay with their mother because they keep messing things up especially after Jing Yuan and the readers mother got divorced. it takes awhile but a few months later the reader suddenly returned to the Loufu because of some disaster where the reader had been living with their mother and Jing Yuan also wanted to talk the reader so he would finally be able to apologize to them especially after he accidentally saw the video diary they kept on their computer. (I was kind of inspired by the first episode of The Owl House season three Thanks To Them for this request but If you're not not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)

“I’m sorry that I let you down”

Summary: Jing Yuan, the General of the Luofu, is faced with the aftermath of a disaster in the Outer Sector, where his estranged child has been living. After months of distance and guilt following his divorce, he arrives to find his child alive but emotionally scarred. Through a quiet, painful reunion, Jing Yuan confronts his mistakes and apologizes for not being there when needed. The two begin to rebuild their fragile relationship, uncertain of the future but willing to try again.

Tags: Dad!Jing Yuan x Kid!Reader, Platonic, Family Reunion, Apology, Guilt, Father-Child Relationship (Jing Yuan is Reader's Father), Emotional Healing, Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Emotional Distress, Abandonment, Dysfunctional Family Dynamics, Mild Violence (disaster aftermath), Trauma

A/N: Don't worry I'm comfortable with writing this!! 🫶🥺

Jing Yuan sat silently in his office within the Luofu, his golden eyes fixed on a stack of reports. His usually composed expression was fraught with something unspoken, something that had been gnawing at him for months. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d truly been able to focus on his duties.

The quiet hum of the room was broken by a soft knock on the door. Jing Yuan looked up, his gaze softening as the door creaked open. Standing there was one of his trusted aides, a concerned expression on their face.

"General... there's a situation." the aide began hesitantly.

Jing Yuan’s brow furrowed as he stood, adjusting his armor. "What happened?"

“There’s been a disaster on the Outer Sector. The place where... your child has been living with their mother.” the aide continued, not meeting his gaze.

A chill ran down Jing Yuan’s spine. He had not seen you in months, ever since you had run away after the divorce with your mother. You had been angry, hurt, and confused. You blamed him for the fallout, and perhaps he had been too distant to see the cracks forming in your relationship. Now, you were in danger.

Jing Yuan’s heart ached with guilt, but he masked it with his calm, composed exterior. "Prepare the Cloud Knights. We leave at once."

The journey back to the Outer Sector felt like the longest of Jing Yuan’s life. Despite the urgency of the situation, his mind couldn’t help but drift back to the last time he saw you—your eyes filled with tears, your voice accusing him of failing you. He had tried to do what was right, but somehow, all his efforts had been in vain. The divorce had torn your family apart, and Jing Yuan had never known how to bridge the chasm that had formed between you. Now, he feared the damage was irreversible.

As they arrived in the disaster zone, Jing Yuan’s heart pounded in his chest. He moved swiftly through the wreckage, his soldiers clearing debris as they searched for survivors. His thoughts never strayed far from you. Where were you? Were you safe?

Then, in the distance, he saw you. Sitting on a pile of rubble, looking smaller and more fragile than he remembered. Your eyes were wide and filled with fear, your clothes torn and covered in dirt, but you were alive. Jing Yuan’s breath caught in his throat.

"[Name]," he called softly, his voice breaking through the chaos.

You slowly turned your head, your expression cold, guarded. You had clearly been through a lot, and Jing Yuan could see the bruises of both physical and emotional scars. His heart sank.

Without waiting for an invitation, Jing Yuan approached cautiously, kneeling in front of you. “Are you hurt?” he asked, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

You shook your head, but your eyes stayed locked on the ground. You didn’t speak.

Jing Yuan’s gaze softened. "I’ve come to take you home."

Home. The word seemed to make you flinch, and Jing Yuan’s heart ached even more. He had failed you. He had failed to be the father you needed, the one who would always be there for you.

“I know I haven’t been there for you," Jing Yuan said, his voice barely a whisper. "And I know I’ve hurt you, more than I should have. I’m sorry... I should have done better.”

You finally met his gaze, your eyes searching his face for something—anything—that might give you the reassurance you needed. But it wasn’t there, not yet.

"You saw it, didn't you?" you suddenly spoke, your voice hoarse. "The video diary. I thought you’d never find it. I thought if I just ran away, everything would stop hurting. But... it didn't. It only got worse. I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t fix... us."

Jing Yuan's eyes widened in shock. The video diary. He had stumbled upon it by accident weeks ago while investigating something unrelated, but seeing it, hearing the pain in your words, had struck him like a sword to the heart. It had been raw, unfiltered. The child he had once held so close now seemed a stranger, their emotions raw and unspoken.

“I didn’t know, I didn’t understand," he whispered, reaching out a hand to gently touch your shoulder. "I never wanted to hurt you like that. But I understand now. I see my mistakes. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

You didn’t pull away from his touch, but you didn’t look at him either. You were silent for a long time, your emotions swirling in the quiet space between you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spoke again. "I didn’t want to be alone, Dad. I didn’t want to be in the middle of all of it. I didn’t want to choose... I just wanted everything to stop."

Jing Yuan’s heart shattered at your words. How much had you suffered, thinking you had to carry the weight of everything alone?

“I’m sorry,” he repeated softly. “I should have been there. I should have been the one to help you carry it.”

You were silent for a moment, before you slowly stood up, brushing off the dirt from your clothes. “I still don’t know what to feel,” you said, voice small but strong. “But... I’m glad you came. Maybe... maybe we can figure it out together?”

Jing Yuan nodded, his golden eyes filled with an earnest hope. “We will. And I’ll be here, no matter what.”

You didn’t say anything more, but you didn’t pull away either. For the first time in months, there was a flicker of something between you—a small, fragile bridge being rebuilt, one careful step at a time.

As you both returned to the Luofu, Jing Yuan couldn’t help but feel a sense of quiet relief. The journey ahead would be long, and it wouldn’t be easy. But for the first time in what felt like forever, he had the chance to try again. To be the father he should have been all along.

And he would do whatever it took to make sure you knew you were never alone again.

[yandere-sins]

i'm obsessed with the way you write yandere! dazai 🥺🥺. you really nail his character <3. i really liked the piece you wrote about him taking care of a darling who got sick, but what about if he's the one who had intentionally caused it? like imagine yandere dazai who consistently drugs his darling to make her more complicit / weak? so he has an excuse to take care of her/cuddle her <3 ?? and his darling is so out of it that she ends up craving his touch/company, wether that be the drugs in her system or her actually caving in to his desires?? aaaa i'd love to read your take on this

I'm glad you enjoyed it!! Thank you for requesting more for the special boy ♥

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It was a bittersweet satisfaction to have you curl up in his arms.

Addictive to his desire to be with you, adore you, love you, and yet so, so toxic, feeding the greed inside of him. Dazai still remembered the good old days when you'd walk the streets of Yokohama without any worry, clouding your bright smile and your laugh ringing out so clearly, even amongst the countless voices that separated you two. He had just been an observer back then, content with watching you go a path he could only follow but never reach you on. But his desire drove him forward until your worlds inevitably collided.

It had been a while since then, but Dazai could sincerely say he still loved you like he did the very first day. Even now, your mind muddled, eyes dulled with tears left unshed brimming on your lids, you were still the same person his heart longed for. Whenever you two were apart, his soul searched for you, every one of his actions inevitably leading back to your side.

There were still parts of him tethered to his old ways, his desire to leave this world behind only excelled by the need to see you again. You were the light in a world so full of darkness, and he was a moth ever so devoted to reaching you. And yet, his own actions never sat right with him. Even if he couldn't stop hurting you, moments like these made him justify them over and over, selfishly, until he could enjoy the peace they brought.

Drugging you had never been the plan. When some ruffians dropped the pulvery substance, he had initially been inclined to burn it or throw it away, but something made him slip it into his pocket instead of surrendering it to the authorities. Life with you wasn't always easy, and Dazai grinned while reflecting, realizing life with him wasn't either. You wanted to leave his carefully crafted cage, the hold he had on you, albeit with gentle hands. He wanted you to be safe. To be with him. He needed you to vanquish the lonesome life he was forced to lead, and once you'd be gone, there would be no more light to reach out to. Where he had decided to end it so many years ago, his humanity couldn't help but cling desperately to hope, and so, Dazai clung to you. You were the answer to his lifelong questions.

You became his reason to continue living, however unwillingly you participated in this mad idea.

And yet, if he had to describe the feeling of your resting in his arms as he kneeled next to your slumped body, drugged out of your mind like a helpless little pet, it was pure elation making his chest puff, mixed with the horror of his deeds raking goosebumps across his body. Dazai hated the lengths he had to go to. Still, having you twist in his hold until you were sufficiently warmed by his body around you, he thought he could finally die happily.

If anyone had told him how much he could love someone this cute and adorable, he would have never believed them. But experiencing it now was more painful than a hundred knives in his chest and more wonderful than the peaceful relief of natural death. You were clinging with one hand to his, having wrapped your fingers tightly around it, and with just a little bit of shifting, Dazai managed to intertwine your fingers, squeezing your hand comfortingly. It was so subtle, yet it made his heart pound like crazy when you squeezed back, your body frighteningly cold, yet the heat between your palms made him sweat like a nervous little schoolboy in front of his crush.

He didn't care about your nails scratching his skin, didn't care that you were too out of it to talk or to interact with him. It was bad, so bad, that he couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear, tears welling up in his eyes at how cutely you were burying your face in his stomach. Dazai was so glad to be alive to witness that moment, no matter how terrible it must have been for you. Then again, you probably didn't even register it when he scooped you up by your shoulder, wrapping his arm tightly around you in a side hug. Moving your body as needed to hide his face against your collarbone, smell the cheap, generic body wash he bought for you, almost making him want to lick it off your skin so he could be even closer to you.

You didn't fight, didn't argue. Sometimes, you squeezed his hand back, but that was all you could do, and Dazai adored it. Hidden behind all that anger and desperation was someone longing for affection—his affection. You were searching for his warmth, relying on him for support. Even when you weren't yourself, you were the most mesmerizing being he ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"I got you," Dazai whispered, pressing you even tighter against him. You might not have realized it yet, but you loved him, too. That was the conclusion Dazai came to. You knew he had your back and would always take good care of you for as long as he lived. He wanted to promise you forever, but maybe this lifetime would be enough. That's how he justified his selfish actions: deep down inside you, you loved him, too. There was no other explanation for it, and he'd wait for you to realize it, even if it took all your life.

Glancing at the small, clear bag filled with white powder resting on the kitchen counter, Dazai quickly averted his eyes, telling himself it would be okay. It was just a helpful tool to bring out your true feelings. To help you two get closer and bond. It would be fine if he kept using it. He was happy, and you were happier like this, too.

Happiness was best shared between both of you.

Now, he only had to figure out where he could get more drugs to ensure it.

[astrophileous]

Hey hey, it's me~

If I could, I would like to request a Derek x Reader or Spencer x Reader, how you feel it better. Maybe where the Reader is someone working with kids (in a nursery, childcare center, if possible ? If not, no problem at all). I wonder how they would react with someone like this 😇

Bonus point if the Reader is short 🙈

I'm weak for your fluff stories, and any of you works if I'm being honest so a fluffy one would be nice.

Again, no pressure if you don't feel writing this. Congratulations for your almost 1k, you'll get them I'm sure of it ❤️

Have a wonderful day sweetie 🌸

val, my love, tysm for the request and the kind words 🥺💞 I'm so happy you entrusted me with this request! Idk if this is what you were looking for, but I hope you're happy with it ❤️ (p.s. you can just send more requests if you weren't satisfied with this one lol)

Warning(s): derek morgan x fem!reader, stalker, break-in, typical cm stuff, swearing (?)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Seeing all the flashing red-and-blue lights outside the building he had grown to know intimately for the past couple of months was perhaps the closest thing to a heart attack Derek Morgan would ever experience in his life.

Derek ignored the shouts of his name from his fellow teammates as he ducked beneath the yellow police tape, along with the curious glances people threw his way as he stalked towards the building with purpose. Once inside, he thoroughly checked every room he passed by, stopping only when he spotted the familiar figure sitting on one of the chairs in the pantry.

"Derek? What are you—"

You didn't get a chance to finish your question before Derek was enveloping you in a bear hug.

A wave of calm instantly flooded over his entire being. Derek buried his face deeper into you, breathing in the smell of your body wash and the addictive tang of your perfume. Your own arms wrapped around his muscular frame once the shock evaporated, letting the warmth of Derek's body seep into you as you listened to the rhytmic beating of his heart.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked once he could finally find his voice again. "Did you get hurt? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No, Derek. I'm fine," you convinced him as you pulled away. "I called 911 right away. He broke through the back door but ran as soon as the police arrived."

Derek rubbed his palms up and down your arms, an appeasing gesture for you as well as a reassuring one for him. He needed to make sure that you were fine.

"Good. That's good. You did the right thing, sweetheart."

"All thanks to you, Derek." You smiled. "I wouldn't have known what to do if you didn't warn me beforehand. We're all safe because of you."

Derek's heart sat fifty pounds heavy inside his ribcage. Before he could pull you back towards his chest, an interrupting cough sounded from behind him. Derek turned around to see Rossi standing in the doorway.

"Everything alright in here?" the older agent asked.

"Everything's fine," Derek replied. "Rossi, this is (Y/N). She works here."

Rossi wasn't blind. He knew you meant something more to Derek despite the younger man introducing you as an employee of the daycare center where all of you were standing in. Nonetheless, Rossi made no mention of it as he shook your hand and offered you his name.

"Are you the one who called 911, Miss? Can you tell us anything about the man who did this?"

"Yeah, I did. I've told pretty much everything to the officer over there," you said, pointing to the uniformed policeman standing outside in the hallway. "It was before lunch, so the kids were having outdoor playtime. One of the kids, George, suddenly came crying to me about someone being hurt. His hands were red. It looked like blood at first, but after a closer look, I realized that it was paint. That's when I told everyone to gather inside."

Rossi jotted down everything you said in his little notepad. "And that's when the man barged in?"

"Yeah. He tried to go through the front door at first and became aggressive when he noticed it was locked. I called 911 after that. He just barely managed to break down the back door when the police finally got here."

"And then he fled the scene," Rossi concluded. You nodded your head in confirmation. "Same MO as the school and the orphanage. This is definitely our guy."

"Did you happen to get a look at his face, sweetheart?" Derek asked.

"I, uh, I think so? But everything happened so fast, I don't know if my memory is reliable."

"You should still sit down with our sketch artist, Miss. We'll take any help we can get," Rossi responded.

For the next hour, Derek proceeded to investigate the crime scene with his team while you sat inside with a sketch artist who brought your hazy memory of the perpetrator's face to life. Derek eventually reunited with you again on the front porch of the daycare, approaching just in time to see you bidding a goodbye to one of the kids you were caring for.

"Can I get a one? And a two! A three? How about a four? Now a five! And a high five!" The little girl in front of you laughed wholeheartedly as she gave you a high-five. Derek's chest constricted at the sight. "Good job, Bee! Now, go to your mother. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay!" Bee exclaimed, throwing herself into your arms to give you one last hug. "I love you, Ms. (Y/L/N)."

"I love you, too, honey."

Your eyes never strayed from Bee as the little girl dashed towards her mother. You looked up to see Derek staring at you from across the porch, the tilt of your lips stretching even wider when you caught sight of his face.

"Hey, you."

"Hi, beautiful." Derek smiled before taking your hand in his. "Are you ready to go? C'mon, let's get you home."

"Wait, you're taking me? But you're on the job!"

"The team can survive a couple of hours without me. 'Sides, there's no way I'm letting you take the bus all by yourself after what happened here."

Your insides melted into a goo at Derek's statement. You wanted so desperately to kiss the living daylights out of him at that moment, but knowing that there were so many prying eyes around—including those belonging to his team—you decided to settle for a quick peck on his knuckles instead.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself sitting inside a standard FBI SUV with Derek driving next to you. The two of you arrived at your building in no time, where Derek insisted on walking you all the way up to your front door before offering to stay with you for the rest of the afternoon.

"I'm telling you, Derek, I'm fine! You should get back to your team."

"But, what if—"

"No what ifs, Mister. I'm okay. Besides, if anything happens, I will call you immediately."

"You promise?"

"Promise. You have nothing to worry about," you assured. "Now, go! Before I kick your sexy butt out of here."

Derek's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You think my butt is sexy?"

"Go, Derek!"

"Fine, fine! I'm going!"

You turned towards the apartment door to unlock it, but just as you were about to step inside, the sound of your name stopped you in your tracks.

"Forgot something."

You yelped in surprise when Derek pressed his lips to yours without warning. The kiss was over too soon before you could react, but the ferocity alone was still enough to send you soaring high towards the stratosphere.

"D-Derek?"

The man grinned after seeing your dumbfounded expression. "I'm going, sweetheart. I'll see you soon, 'aight?"

And just like that, Derek Morgan was gone, leaving your entire world whirling over the remaining taste of his lips on yours.

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 7/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.

⊹ 👩🏼‍💻 From the author: This part will tell you exactly what happened between Jungkook and Doohoon. I also had to add a little dirt. Did't ya? 🤭😏 I hope you still like it 🥺💜

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: Dedicate this work to my darling @myjungkookthighs I so appreciate all your love for my story and your endless support. This story is for you.💜🥰

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋 Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 7. A good student.

The kettle you put on makes a characteristic sound to let you know that it is boiling. You hear the sound but don't pay attention to it because your attention is focused on your friend.

You hear your blood pulsing. You're shocked, puzzled, and maybe a little angry that Jungkook knew about Doohoon's arrival and didn't say anything to you. Whether he should have, you don't quite know. On the one hand, the three of you were friends. And before Doohoon isappeared, you were also on good terms with him, so you think Jungkook should have told you.

You look at your friend and he doesn't look at you. You ask him, but you don't hear an answer.

"Jungkook, why aren't you talking?" - You start again. You're so tired of having to get everything out of Jungkook bit by bit. "It's so annoying..." - You were angry. "Why don't you ever tell me anything? What could have happened between you two that I can't know?!" - Jungkook clutched the TV remote in his hands. You could see his jaw tense.

"Did you kill someone? Or were you caught stealing? Did you sell drugs? What? What happened? What did you fight about?" - You speak in desperation. Whatever they did, you accept any version. The main thing is that he talks.

Jungkook finally looked at you. He hesitated, wondering if you should know what happened then. It was a matter you couldn't possibly know about. Because that incident was no longer just a childish sparring match for a place in the competition. Things happened then that led to Jungkook working where he does now. And you're not supposed to know that either.

But your eyes are so angry, your expression is tense. Maybe to calm you down, he should tell you what really happened four years ago. He does, but not the whole truth.

"We didn't kill anyone or sell drugs." - Jungkook said, reassuring you. "But there was something illegal we were involved in." - You felt your heart pounding in your chest. Something illegal? You were glad that Jungkook was finally talking. It hadn't even been a century...

"What exactly are you talking about?" - You ask cautiously, trying to steady your tone so that Jungkook doesn't stop talking.

"Doohoon came to me one day and said we could make some decent money." - Jungkook says, looking at you. "By fighting illegally. They were organized by some small company that ran a casino and a nightclub. He told me that the owner had noticed me and him at one exhibition fight we participated in. He will offered Doohoon and me good money if we both fought in him club." - You tried not to open your mouth when you heard what Jungkook said. Oh my God, were they really involved in illegal fighting?

"I didn't want to at first, but Doohoon persuaded me. He said that he was a very influential person, and if he paid attention to us, we shouldn't refuse. Besides, the money was really crazy for us at that time." - You blinked your eyes and remained silent. Jungkook continued.

"I performed there more often because for me was paid more. Doohoon didn't mind, although I was afraid he'd act like he did in school. But he seemed to be okay with it. This man paid me 2 million won (almost 1.5 thousand dollars) for one fight." - You couldn't help but open your mouth when you heard the amount of money Jungkook earned. His scholarship at the time was 900 thousand won (about $640).

It was pretty good money because Jungkook was a good student and had a high ranking at the university. But 2 million won, how much did those who organized it earn back then? To say you were shocked is an understatement. Jungkook noticed your expression and laughed nervously.

"Yes, I'm rich." - He joked. Or not joking.

"Jungkook..." - You stopped and tried to ask the right question. "You really earned that kind of money?" - You couldn't believe it.

"Yes." - He said. "Doohoon earned less, but it was decent. I almost never told him the real amount of money I was paid, but lied to him that I was getting the same. I did it so he wouldn't go crazy again. In short, we did this to a certain point. I was offered to perform in a "super fight"" - Jungkook put the last words in quotation marks. "It was a series of fights. If I win all of them, I get almost 10 million won. They also promised to sponsor me and help me start my career in the UFC. It was a tempting offer. I thought about it for a few days, and Doohoon put a lot of pressure on me. Because he was also promised mountains of gold for bringing me to them." - You listened to Jungkook without interrupting and wondered what was going on. Your hair was standing on end. "I agreed. Although I don't understand why at all. I didn't want to fight in the UFC, I wanted to be a professional taekwondo fighter, not a UFC fighter. Maybe the easy money played a role here. On the day of the "super fight, Doohoon was with me. I had beaten 3 opponents and had 2 more to go. I felt bad. I didn't have the strength to fight two more. But Doohoon was constantly bothering me, telling me every time what a big prize awaited us both. When I was almost exhausted fighting the 5th opponent, who was twice my size, I thought I was going to be beaten to death." - Jungkook admits, and you gasp in horror. Jungkook laughs sadly as he recalls what happened.

"Oh, my God, Jungkook, why did you agree to this? Could they really kill you? Doohoon s a piece of shit. Why didn't he agree? Stupid, weak-assed coward!" - You were angry. You were calmed by the fact that everything must have been fine, because Jungkook was sitting with you now, safe and sound.

"Yeah!" - Jungkook agreed. He continued. "I would have been killed if it wasn't for the police who came to the club that day. Someone ratted the place out and the police arrived in. Doohoon escaped, and I was taken to the hospital, and then I had problems with the police for a while. I took the blame because Doohoon asked me not to tell anyone that he was involved. I didn't talk about him, but when we met at the university, because when I was in the hospital he didn't come to see me once, I couldn't help but hit him. Because he came and was like, ’My friend, I'm so glad to see you, it's good that you're okay.’"- Jungkook impersonating Doohoon’s.

"Did you hit him first?" - You asked. "But he told me he attacked you first." - Jungkook looked at you, because almost the entire time he was talking, his head was down and his eyes were elsewhere.

"Really?" - Jungkook laughed. "He said the same thing to the university rector. I hit him because I didn't care anymore, I knew I was going to get kicked out, but this asshole wanted to play the hero and took the blame. When the rector said he would be expelled, he humbly agreed. We left the office and he said to me: "Now you and I have no debts to each other. You took the blame before the police, and I took the blame before the rector." I wanted to hit him again but restrained myself. I never saw him again."- Jungkook finished.

He lied about the last part. Because it was not the last time they met. After a while, they met again, but in completely different statuses and on different sides of the barricades.

"Gosh, Jungkook is some kind of shit!" - You swore. "I called you almost every day then, and you lied to me." - You complained.

"I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you." - He justified himself.

"Your voice was as usual, why didn't anyone know you were in the hospital? Did you stay there for a long time?"

"Yes, almost three weeks. I needed to let the wounds on my face and body heal. The main thing is that I didn't have any fractures." - He says. You're clicking your tongue. What kind of an idiot is he? Was that money worth his health and, most importantly, his life?

"Your parents didn't know either, because if they had, I would have known." - You say. Jungkook nods his head in the affirmative.

"Yeah, I tried really hard not to let them know." - He says with a smile.

"You're an idiot, Jeon. There's nothing funny about this. I'm shocked. Sometimes you act like super an asshole." - You get angry, glaring at your friend. He smiles even more.

"So did you get the money?" - You ask out of sheer curiosity.

"Yes. I got the money on a card from some sports foundation." - Jungkook replies.

"Didn't the police find out about the money?" - You continued to ask.

"No, they didn't, because I got it when Doohoon was expelled, and that expelled after the police let me go." - Your friend said. You think it's just some kind of horror story. How could he get into such a story. Also made so much money. He could easily start a business, but he works for some people.

"Now you know everything." - Jungkook summarizes. "I didn't want to tell you because I knew how angry you would be with Doohoon. But now it doesn't make sense, it's long gone and everything is fine now. Besides, I didn't know how you'd react to me fighting illegally..."

"You're wrong, now I'm even more angry with that asshole. And if he ever catches my eye again, I'm going to smash him against the wall." - You threatened. "And about the illegal fighting, you killed me. I never thought you would be involved in something like that. If your mom found out, she would die." - You complained. "But it's not as bad as killing people or selling drugs. That's why I'm glad you got rid of it." - You finished. Jungkook is tense at your words, but he's good at hiding it.

You don't know the whole truth, and you never will. Because the things you just said are part of his current life and work. He has to protect you. You will never know who Jungkook has become. And the fact that Doohoon has shown up now doesn't sit well with Jungkook. If he's up to something, and he's going to use you somehow, he'll wipe him out.

Jungkook looks at you when you look at what's on TV. So beautiful, so sweet and so innocent. You have no idea what Jungkook has to deal with every day. Now that you're even closer to him, he's paralyzed with fear. What if someone can harm you, or you accidentally find out about his work. He needs you because you're the only thing that keeps him sane.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" - You suddenly say, bringing him out of his thoughts. He smiles slyly.

"You're so grumpy and angry. Do you want to kick Doohoon’s ass on my account?" - Jungkook reaches for you. He pulls you close and strokes you. You smile.

"Yeah. He's a piece of shit. When did he get like this? Or was he born this way?" - You wonder out loud.

"He's probably always been like this. We just never noticed." - Jungkook says. He kisses the top of your head.

"We should have learned our lesson back in high school. Because you made up with him, he put you through this shit." - Jungkook's voice vibrates with laughter.

"Stop swearing." - He laughs. "It's okay..." - Jungkook is silent for a moment and then speaks. "Y/N. Promise me something." - He says. You turn your gaze back to him.

"What?"

"If Doohoon wants to get close to you, don't let him. If he calls or texts you, don't answer." - Jungkook says. You're about to speak up when he interrupts you. "You don't have to stand up for me and talk to him about it... I really appreciate it, and I've already heard what you think of him, but please don't see him again. He could be dangerous." - Your friend says seriously.

You think about it and decide that he is right. It doesn't make sense, you really should forget about Doohoon. He hasn't been a part of your life for a long time. So this time, you're going to listen to Jungkook for sure.

The only thing you don't understand is why he could be dangerous. Maybe Doohoon is doing something similar? It doesn't matter. You're going to do what Jungkook says.

You sat and hugged for a while longer. You remembered that the kettle had boiled long ago.

"Shall I make you some tea?" - You ask Jungkook, and you pull out of his arms.

"Yes, please." - You go to the table to make two cups of tea. Jungkook turns off the TV and comes over to sit next to you and drink the tea.

You sit at the table and talk. Mostly about your project. You told him about your work as if you were on an exam. This will help you perform well tomorrow. When it was almost 12 pm, you finally finished, and Jungkook almost fell asleep. You were talking with such enthusiasm, but he was almost bored to death. He woke up in time and encouraged you, telling you that you had prepared well and that tomorrow you would be the best at the exam. You thanked him sincerely and said you were going to take a shower.

You went to your room to put your laptop and papers away, grabbed your night clothes, and went to the bathroom. On the way, you tried to find Jungkook, but he was nowhere to be found. He must have gone to bed because he looked very tired.

You went into the bathroom, thinking that you needed to get cleaned up quickly and go to bed. Tomorrow is a very important day for you. You brushed your teeth, washed off your makeup and washed your face. After taking off all your clothes, you went into the shower stall and turned on the water. It was so warm. It felt so good under this stream of water that enveloped your entire body, making you feel blissful.

You never closed the bathroom door. There was no need to, because Jungkook never came in when you were washing. There were maybe a few times when he didn't know you were there. But that was okay, too, because the shower stall was made of frosted, thick glass. So when he came in, he could hardly see anything. You always closed the door to the stall.

You were enjoying the warm water, completely absorbed in your thoughts, so you didn't hear anyone enter the bathroom. Jungkook came in to take a shower, but he noticed that you hadn't finished yet. He should have gone and waited for his turn, but he did the opposite, deciding to join you.

He completely undressed and opened the shower door, scaring you. You didn't expect to see Jungkook, that why you squeak. He ran his eyes over your naked body and smiled slyly. You noticed that he was naked too and squealed.

"What are you doing here? You see I'm taking a shower here!" - You shouted indignantly. Despite your protests, he went inside and closed the door behind him.

You looked down at him, trying not to look at his crotch. The smile did not leave his face and he approached you.

"You've been here a long time, so I thought it would be faster if we both took a shower." - He stepped closer to you under the stream of water, which instantly soaked his hair and body. You watched him without moving. What was he doing?

"What are you doing in such a hurry? You should have just waited your turn." - You complain, watching as he steps away from the stream of water and runs his hand through his hair.

This movement fascinates you. He's so sexy when he's wet. His body is completely perfect. His broad shoulders and strong arms attract you more than you would like, you want to touch him, but you continues to stand where you is.

You feel yourself getting aroused by the fact that you are both naked in this cramped shower stall. It is obvious what is going to happen between you. He smiles and picks up the shower gel. Not his, yours, and pours it into his palm. He looks at you without shame, and you see desire in his eyes. This boosts your self-esteem.

"I'm tired. I want to sleep, and you're here pamper oneself in the water." - He says, lowering his voice. "Come on, baby. Want that I’ll help’s you take a quick bath and we'll go to bed?" - He stands next to you, turns your back to him. You do not resist. You wonder where this is going to go.

Jungkook comes so close that you can feel his cock touching your ass. It's not hard yet, but it's getting there. You can also feel the moisture between your legs. Jungkook presses his chest against your back and then rubs a little with his hands. He mashes the shower gel and finally touches your breasts with his hands.

He gently runs them up and down, pretending to wash them. You feel even more excited when his big palms squeeze them with a little force. You moan softly and feel the pressure of Jungkook's cock getting stronger. He seems to be aroused by these movements too.

You want to watch him do it. You look down at Jungkook's hands and see. Knotted fingers, playing with your nipple. The tattoo on his right arm moves with his movements. You catch a glimpse of the veins on his wrist as they rise up his arm, intertwining. They were both rough and attractive. You wanted to touch them. You put your hand on top of Jungkook’s and exhale slightly. He squeezes your flesh harder and presses even tighter.

With his other hand, he strokes your stomach, and without waiting any longer than necessary, he lowers himself to the most desirable place.

You lean your head back on his shoulder and close your eyes as he spreads your folds and caresses your clit with his fingers.

You feel pleasure. Once again, those hands work wonders. When he plunges a finger into you, you feel a slight pain. It still hurts, and you don't know when it will heal. But you want those fingers to change into Jungkook's big, hard cock.

Your head is pressed against his shoulder, and this is a good opportunity for your friend to kiss your neck. He notices the light hickeys on the skin and smiles. That's his job.

"How do you like my help?" - Jungkook asks against your cheek. This is not help, this is your death. Because the desire for him to fuck you as soon as possible is burning red in your head. You exhale a moan and laugh. His fingers are deep inside you, pushing against the walls, and you can't wait for more. Should you tell him about it?

"Your help is so wonderful, I should take you with me every time!" - You say. Jungkook laughs and you know he is pleased with your answer. He grabs your head and turns it so that he can kiss you. When his tongue penetrates the inside of your mouth, and his fingers, which have already returned to your clit, caress you there, you can't hold back. It's all pure ecstasy.

He's going to drive you crazy with these caresses. You kiss Jungkook with as much desire as he kisses you. His smooth, not funny movements make you feel like you're about to come. You want to tell him, but you can't. Because your mouth is completely occupied by Jungkook's lips and tongue. You come on his finger with a long moan that turns into a whimper. You squeeze your hips and Jungkook's hand, which is still holding your clit, feeling the bliss spreading through your body.

You feel its length literally bursting into your ass.

"What a good girl. You did it fast." - He says somewhere above your head.

You turn your whole body to him and see his cock needing attention. Jungkook follows your gaze and understands what you're thinking.

He does not expect you to gently grab his length and make a few movements with your hand. He literally hisses with pleasure. You smile at his reaction. So it's good.

You make a few more movements and then Jungkook takes your hand and places it a little higher, closer to the head of his cock. You move a little closer than you were standing and reach for Jungkook's lips because you can't help but kiss them. They're like a magnet.

You want to do it yourself, because for the first time in all your moments together, you're taking the initiative. You press your lips to his, and your tongue immediately runs inside. You want to lead this kiss, but it's easy to give up when you feel the pressure of Jungkook's lips, who has already taken the initiative. He intertwines your tongues the way he wants, he sucks your muscle, and then grabbing your lower lip, he bites you, pulls the skin and lets go.

Jungkook's gaze just kills you. He looks at you so lustfully that you feel like you're shrinking inside. He suddenly stops your hand and you freeze.

He reaches for the water tap and turns it off. The water stops running. The stall is hot, and it's not because of the warm water.

"Don't you want to be released?" - You asked. Jungkook smiled and touched your lips with his thumb.

"Yes, I do. But I want to do it in your pretty little mouth the most." - He plunges the finger that was on your lips right into your mouth. Not abruptly, but carefully and slowly. It's as if he's trying to check how warm and moist it is. You don't take your eyes off him and suck on his finger. Jungkook's eyes grow even darker. You suck a few more times and then let go of his finger with a clunk.

"I can help you." - You say, licking your lips. "I want to swallow your cock." - It's hard for Jungkook because your words make his cock twitch. He pulls you in for another greedy kiss. He almost makes you dizzy.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can just jack me off. You don't have to do this right now." - He says into your lips. You want to please Jungkook the way he did you. That's why you're determined. You're also going to learn how to give blowjobs.

"You want to come in my mouth, that's your wish. Consider me good fairy." - You joke. Jungkook's laugh vibrates on his lips. "And I want to do it." - You say. Jungkook gives you a light kiss and reaches for the foot towel. He grabs it and folds it several times.

"Get on your knees and put it under your feet." - Jungkook orders. "It's to make it more comfortable when you have to stand for a long time."

"I have to stand for a long time?" - You are surprised. You didn't know how long it would take for Jungkook to cum in your mouth. And the fact that he gave you a towel made you a little scared. You stood on the towel and waited for him to approach.

"I don't think it will be that long, but you don't want to have bruises on your knees. There's tiles here." - Jungkook worries. It makes sense now.

"Fair enough." - You reply.

Jungkook finally makes his way over to you and your eyes are right next to his swollen cock. It's so big you're scared. He probably notices your frightened look and asks.

"Are you sure you can do it? We can stop if you want." - He offers. You fix your wet hair on your head.

"No, I want to. I'm just a little nervous. I've never done this before..." - Jungkook grabs your face and pulls you up to look at him.

"It's okay, baby. You don't have to worry, you're a good student. You will do well." - He says gently. You smile gratefully at him. "You may have a gag reflex, so swallow gradually. Also, take as much as you can. You should open your mouth wider so you don't hit me your teeth." - Jungkook gives us the guidelines. He looks like a fucking professor. You smile at the thought.

"What?" - He asks, not understanding why you're laughing. You shake your head.

"I understand you, professor, can I get to practice?" - Are you joking this is making Jungkook laugh.

"Of course, girl!" - He says, mockingly.

Jungkook let you go and you take his length in your hands. You pull back the skin on his cock, freeing the head for you to suck. You see cum dripping from it and first run your tongue around to taste it. It's salty, and it doesn't taste as bad as you expected.

Jungkook reacts immediately, he inhales sharply. You look up at him and stare innocently. Fuck, he will never forget this picture. You're on your knees in front of him, licking his cum from the tip and looking so innocent. Fuck.

You go back to Jungkook's cock and finally open your mouth to take the length. Jungkook puts his hand on the top of your head and holds it. You pump his cock a few times and feel your saliva mixing with his cum. You hear your heart pounding in your ears.

You hear Jungkook moaning above your head. You're pleased that you're giving him such pleasure. He twisted your hair and squeezed it in his hand. He gently began to move your head and hips to feel the best friction.

"Fucking that mouth is so good" - Jungkook moaned, you tried to smile, but it didn't work because your mouth was full of his cock. You felt your jaw start to clench in pain, and saliva mixed with cum flowed down your beard and onto your chest.

Jungkook got carried away and pushed his cock further into your mouth, and you panicked for a minute.

"Breathe deeply through your nose." - He instructed. You looked up at him and it was the sight of him on top of you that calmed you down. He knew what he was doing and wouldn't hurt you. You were aroused by his orders. He was setting the pace and you were grateful because you didn't really know how to do it right. But right now, Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back once. He seemed to be enjoying the way you were sucking his cock.

But it was getting a little hard for you. Your eyes started to water and your jaw hurt more. Jungkook looked at you and pulled his cock out of your mouth.

"Are you okay?" - He asked, forcing you to look at him. You were glad to have a chance to catch your breath. You smiled and answered.

"Yes, darling, I can't wait to make you come in my mouth." - You were already grabbing his length. It twitched in your hand. You took his head back into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. Jungkook looked down at you and couldn't get enough of the way your looked and your mouth felt.

You swallowed him again as far as you could and continued to move back and forth. Jungkook grabbed your hair again and helped you with your pace and that's when you felt him breathing heavily and moaning. That meant he was about to come.

His cock throbbed inside your mouth and then he ordered you to stick out your tongue. You obeyed. When you stuck your tongue out, he pumped his cock a couple of times and finally released it. White fluid fell on your tongue and you tasted that salty flavor again. Some of the semen got on your breasts, and when Jungkook stopped ejaculating, you swallowed the rest. His cock went limp and you could hear his heavy breathing, which was already returning to normal.

You tried to wipe away the rest of Jungkook's cum, and you felt him grab you and pull you to your feet. You saw him smiling happily.

"Are you sure this is the first time you've given a blowjob?" - He asked curiously.

"Yes. Didn't you like it?" - You finally want to know. You wanted Jungkook to evaluate your work.

"It was fucking awesome. I'd never have said it was your first time." - You smile. Your friend appreciated your blowjob.

"I told you I was a good student." - You joke. Jungkook laughs and kisses you. He can still taste his cum on your tongue.

"It's good that we're in. Let's get showered." - Jungkook says and turns on the water. A stream of water envelops your body. This was actually the primary goal from beginning.

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[angelbaby-fics]

chloe! it’s bear! 🥹❤️

i have to go on anon since i can’t ask from my side blog! 🥺

i love your stucky stories and i was wondering if i can request stucky taking their little to the zoo and their little wanting to run off and look at all the animals!

thank you and i hope it’s not too much 🥺 -🐻

Zoo Adventure

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hihi bear!!!! I'm so happy to see you!!! I combined this request with another in my inbox as well as an idea I've had for literally 2 years now about baby surprising daddies with pictures from a photobooth 😅 well better late than never hehe 💕 And I think this came out pretty adorable if I do say so myself so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💕

Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as the car pulled into the zoo parking lot. You weren’t even sure if you could stand to wait the few moments it would take for Bucky to get out of his seat and unbuckle you from yours. You knew you had to be in one of your daddies’ arms as long as you were in the parking lot, but it took all of your energy not to bolt straight for the entrance gates. Steve and Bucky shared a proud grin as they each held one of your hands. 

You could hardly decide who you’d visit first. The entrance branched off into three different pathways, lions on the left, rhinos to the right, and monkeys down the middle.You stood in the center of the pathways, looking around with wide eyes until you were suddenly hoisted up into Steve’s arms. 

“Where do you wanna start, pumpkin?” He asked. 

“I dunno!” You answered. “I wanna see everything!”

“Well how about we start with the lions over here, and we make our way around?” Bucky suggested.

“You promise we’re gonna see them all?” You questioned. 

“Of course, angel,” Steve replied. 

“Don’t wanna leave anybody out.” You said softly. You were always looking out for others, whether it was your friends, your toys, or the animals at the zoo. Your daddies adored how considerate you were. 

To help you feel better, the three of you waved and blew kisses at the other animals you could see down the other paths, letting them know you’d be back to see them too as you made your way towards the lion cage. 

A big old lion with a giant mane and a grumpy face lumbered out into the grass of the habitat. He reminded you of Bucky in the mornings when he was growing out his hair. Past the lions was a hutch full of tortoises, and they reminded you of Bucky too. 

Steve and Bucky took turns carrying you in their arms, neither one of them ever getting tired of course. Sure, you could make your way on your own, but they loved to spoil you in every way. Plus, you could get the best views of all the animals this way, never having to stand on your tiptoes just to see over the fence. The only time you were ever on the ground was in the reptile house, where you had to crouch down to see some of the snakes and lizards in their little habitats. Steve prefered to stand outside for that exhibit.

You laughed as penguins raced each other across the pool, squealing every time one leapt out of the water. The elephants trumpeted just like in the movies, and the monkeys jumped around their cages, swinging from rope and vine like your best friend Peter. 

As the sun grew higher in the sky, there was no better time for a lunchtime picnic. The zoo had a plaza with a seating area, a little cafe, and a big shiny merry-go-round. Bucky chuckled to himself when he caught you staring longingly at the carousel. Steve was unpacking your lunches from the bag he’d brought, sandwiches for each of you and little baggies of vegetables and fruits. Finally he pulled out two big water bottles, and - uh oh -

“Oh, baby, I think we left your sippy cup at home!” He said, looking up at you apologetically. 

How were you supposed to eat your lunch without your milk or a juicebox? But Bucky came to the rescue with a perfect idea. 

“Why don’t you two take a turn on the carousel, I’ll go see what the cafe has for the little one. How about that?”

“Yes yes yes!” You answered, already dragging Steve towards the merry-go-round attendant before he could even reply. 

You circled the base of the carousel to find the perfect animal to ride on, ultimately deciding on a majestic zebra. Steve stood at your side, keeping his arm protectively around your waist throughout the ride to make sure you never lost your balance as your noble steed carried you up and down, around and around. When the adventure came to a stop, he picked you up off the zebra and carried you back to the table where Bucky was waiting with a carton of chocolate milk. 

You happily ate your lunch, telling your daddies between bites what your favorite animals were so far and which ones you were most excited to see next. After a while, however, Steve and Bucky started to talk about boring grown up stuff, and your mind began to wander as you finished up your lunch. 

That's when it caught your eye, something that tempted you even more than the carousel, or the animals, or even the gift shop. You grabbed your coin purse and headed off on your mission, Steve and Bucky too engrossed in their conversation to notice. 

At least for about 15 seconds, but by then it was too late. You were out of their sight, and the panic welled up in each of them like an erupting volcano. Wordlessly, they sprang into action, splitting up to look for you in the most efficient way. Steve circled the carousel, his heart dropping as he scanned each animal and found every one vacant. Bucky went back to the cafe, maybe you’d finished your chocolate milk and tried to go back for seconds, but no luck there either. You couldn’t have gone that far, and you definitely would never leave the zoo on your own, but being who they were, there was always the fear in the back of your daddies’ minds that someone would target you to get to them. 

They didn’t even want to give that notion a second thought. After clearing the cafe and the carousel, Steve and Bucky met back up at your table to make sure you hadn’t come back, before widening their search. They were about to find a zoo employee to help them when suddenly, a mechanical whirring caught their attention. Both their heads snapped over to the source of the noise, and they were just in time to see a strip of photos fall out of one of the photobooths in the zoo plaza - a strip of photos of you.

The breath they’d each been holding let out as you pulled back the curtain and stumbled back out into the daylight. You were surprised to see your daddies there waiting for you, expecting them to still be at your table

“Oh hi daddies!” You said cheerfully, reaching over to retrieve your pictures. “Looky! I got a present for you!”

You tore the photo strip in half, handing one section to Steve and the other to Bucky, but they just stood in stunned silence. 

“Baby…” Bucky whispered, crouching down to embrace you with all his strength. 

“You like your present, Baba?” You asked, your voice muffled in Bucky’s shirt. 

“We love them, angel,” Steve answered, “But please, don’t ever run off without telling us where you’re going, okay? You made Daddy and Baba very scared.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” You said, disappointed in yourself. You hadn’t even realized you were misbehaving, too wrapped up in surprising your daddies with your special gift to realize you hadn’t thought through your plan all that well. 

Bucky let you go with a kiss on your cheek, and you kissed him back, and Steve as well. 

“Thank you for apologizing, baby,” Bucky said, “And thank you for the present. We love it, angel.”

Bucky put the photos of you smiling at the camera in the front pocket of his wallet where he could always look at your angelic face whenever he needed to. Steve put the photos in his shirt pocket, vowing to put it in his compass as soon as he got home. 

[kingkatsuki]

He just wants to be good enough for you always🥺

Warnings: fluff, reader has a mum and dad.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.1k.

You know how he feels.

It was the same feeling that bubbled inside your tummy when you were meeting his parents for the first time. Feeling silly for being so nervous the minute you stepped through the door as you were welcomed into a fierce hug by Mitsuki. A large photo album strewn over both your laps as Masaru offered you some homemade dorayaki.

“It ain’t the same thing,” He scoffs, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls his tie out of its loop to start all over.

“How is it not the same?” You laugh from your position at your vanity, stroking your clear gloss against your lips as you watch him struggle with his tie again.

“They need to know that I can take care of ya,” He pushes, cursing under his breath when he looped the tie.

There’s something that convinces him that he’ll somehow never be good enough for you. The self-doubt and insecurity that’s plagued him since childhood rears its ugly head for situations like these— situations that have your usually strong and confident boyfriend reduced to that same terrified little boy.

“They know you take care of me, baby.” You turn in your chair to face him.

“I ain’t even number one yet, and they need to believe I’m good enough to look after their little girl?” He drops his tie in exasperation as it sits around his neck.

Standing up from your position at his vanity as you make your way over to him. Cupping his hands in your smaller ones as you lace your fingers together at your sides. Squeezing reassuringly as you practically feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, brows furrowed as you smile up at him.

“They won’t care about any of that, Katsuki.” You coo, feeling how sweaty his palms have become from preparing to meet your parents, “All they’ll care about is that you’re treating me well, and that you’re a good man.”

“A good man that leaves you for weeks at a time.” He scoffs.

It’s always a sore spot in your relationship when Bakugou has to leave for work. The best missions always seem to be the ones that take him further away from home than either of you would like. The biggest boosts to his hero ranking always seem to mean the longer trips, phone calls and FaceTimes at unsociable hours the things that keep you both close. But he always keeps his promise to return back to you safely, little gifts from the destination that reminded you of him.

“You do what you have to do, and I understand so they will too.” You reach your hands up to his forgotten tie. Slowly wrapping the fabric around to begin to loop it, pulling it through as he keeps his crimson gaze on you, “There’s no one else for me, Katsuki. Never will be.”

Bakugou would steal the sun in the sky for you if he could, submerge the entire world into darkness if it meant that only you could see it’s glow. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for you, and if only everyone could see that. The scrutinising tabloid articles and online posts still attack his character, wondering how a man as bold and brash as Dynamight could ever love anyone. But he proves it to you daily, through his words and actions.

You’d found a good one in Bakugou Katsuki, the perfect man. And you’d spend every day fighting his corner if you had to.

“Do you think I should bring that award I got last week? I think it might show your parents that—”

“Katsuki,” You cut off his rambling, shaking your head, “They don’t need to see that to know you’re successful. And I’m pretty sure my mum’s shown an article about that to all of her friends already.”

“I just want them to know that I can look all after ya,” He continues, “Even though my last mission ran over.”

A three week mission had turned into six after Bakugou had discovered the villain he had been tracking down was at the centre of a huge drug ring, the extra three weeks had meant taking down the entire operation but it had meant leaving you alone for Christmas— when he was first supposed to meet them.

“They understood, Kats.”

“I think your ma was pissed.” He scoffs.

“Not as pissed as yours,” You laughed, “She spent the entire evening complaining about it when I dropped off our gifts for them.”

“That old hag,” He shook his head, “She still goes on about that, you know. Doesn’t matter that I jumped up fifty points because of it.”

“No matter what happens— I love you, so they will too.” You smooth your palm along his chest to lay his neatly tied tie down flat against his dress shirt. His hand reaching up to try and tug at the uncomfortable collar as you grin up at him. Standing up on tiptoes to steal a kiss before wiping your gloss from his lips with your thumb, an action that’s halted by him licking his lips to taste the sticky sweetness as he pulls his head back.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh, shaking your head as you turn around to check your face in the full length mirror.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as he settles his chin against your shoulder.

“Yeah, you are.” You smile, resting your hands on his arms as he sways you side to side, “But I hope you’re ready for my mum to grill you about when we’re having kids.”

“Our ma’s together are gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare.” Bakugou groans, hiding his eyes in the curve of your neck as you start laughing.

“I’d expect nothing less for our relationship.” You smiled, “I’m still recovering from your proposal.”

“Oi,” Bakugou’s arms tightened around your waist, “It ain’t my fault that villain ruined the perfect fuckin’ proposal.”

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Hello! if you accept requests, can I make it?

I hope the answer is yes🙂‍↕️

I really, really, REALLY want to see the situation with Thomas Hewitt when he was too affected by Hoyt's joke. Thomas was offended by him to the point of tears for the first time in many years, and Y/N calms him down.This only makes Tommy cry harder, since no one has calmed him so tenderly before. They spend a long time together like this until Tommy stops crying. (I ESPECIALLY WANT MORE DESCRIPTION OF TOMMY’S EMOTIONS. You can even write on his behalf if you wish🥺)

thank you very much, and have a nice day!

Someone to fall back on

It was a joke. A mean joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Thomas Hewitt heard them all before. The mean jokes, snide comments and straight up merciless teasing. From strangers, from victims. From some of his own family.

Hoyt's words towards him has always had a underlying tone of hate. Talking down to him like he was a child. Criticizing everything he's done to keep his family safe. And this only seemed to escalate when Thomas met you.

Brave, beautiful, wonderful you. He never imagined that he could love one person so much.

But not everyone thought your love was beautiful.

"Why the fuck else would someone stay with him?!? It ain't definitely for his looks!"

"That bitch is just waitin' for him to fuck up like he always do!"

"You must really fuck 'em good if they're willin' to put up with your ugly mug, eh Tommy? "

It hurt. It hurts.

There was so much nasty thoughts swimming around Thomas's head, that he didn't feel that first tear fall down his cheek. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.

He didn't feel his hands gripping his hair so tightly, he was pulling out strands. He couldn't hear anything else but the pounding of his own heart and his uncle's voice replaying like a broken record. His body shaking, breathing coming out in short puffs.

Anxiety ate away at him, piece by piece. Despair tore through his heart like a freight train.

Everything was wrong. He was wrong. He was the monster keeping you in this hell hole for his own selfish reasons. He kept you because he loved you.

And you stayed because you feared him.

Thomas could feel his consciousness slipping away. Good, maybe he'd never wake back up.

But what would happen to you?

"-Mas? Thomas? Tommy!"

Your hands grabbed his, prying them off his abused scalp. He was scared to look at you, not knowing what look would be on your face. Disgust? Fear? He couldn't handle any of those.

He heard you sigh, then could feel your body sit next to him. When did he get down on the floor?

"Tommy, baby, are you okay?" You scoffed "Of course you're not. Your uncle's a asshole."

You grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. His teary eyes reluctantly met yours. You smiled "There's my handsome man. With his pretty eyes. "

Slipping on to his lap, you ran your fingers through his hair "You can't believe everything Hoyt says, Thomas. He's a bitter, old man."

"I love you, Thomas Hewitt. And I'm sorry if I haven't told you enough, showed you enough. And I'm sorry that Hoyt's words hurt that much. But nothing he says is, or will ever be, true."

With the upmost tenderness, you removed the beaten leather mask from his face. Placing a kiss on his forehead, you continued "I'm here because I love you. I stayed because I love you. Not because I'm scared, not because of pity. I love you, Thomas. Just you."

Thomas let out a broken sob and you brought his head to your chest "Tommy, please, there's nothing wrong with crying. I'd rather you get snot all over me than you kept all this in."

The quiet sobs turned into quiet wails as Thomas's arm pulled you closer to him. You hummed, some song he couldn't place a name on. Maybe it wasn't real, Thomas thought, you had a knack for random melodies.

But you were real.

This was real.

[ninadove]

AO3 reading year in review 📚

Tagged by @teafig! Here’s a fraction of the fics I enjoyed this year! 💖

JANUARY: Of Wishes and Feathers by @trishacollins {Miraculous 🦚}

Little Felix spends an afternoon being entertained by his aunt.

Trisha wrote this for me because I am the most spoiled girl in the world! 💜 We need more Felix and Emilie in the world urgently. Someone make it your 2025 resolution. I demand it

FEBRUARY: my wings and my eyes by @bittersweetresilience {Honkai: Star Rail 🚂}

Jing Yuan is tired, but he has been tired for a long time now.

Sunny gets February for no reason other than it is Official Shipping Month and its prose single-handedly got me into Renjing. This fic in particular is so loving and tender… 🥺 There is nothing Sunny cannot write and these two idiots have helped prove it time and time again!

MARCH: I miss you more than anything by @sillyangstfic {Miraculous 🦚}

Felix reaches out to Adrien a few months after his mother's death to see if he would like to come visit. Adrien thinks that this is a great idea! Gabriel, not so much.

This was not yet published in March but WHO CARES THE VIBES FIT. Felix cares so much and the Adrien/Dandelion angst is, as the youth say, fire 🔥

APRIL: thirteen by @anna-scribbles {Miraculous 🦚}

The house was never something that belonged to him, and it still isn’t, no matter how many documents boast his name in bold print. Adrien has always belonged to it, though, like a dog tethered to a chain, like a ghost to its unfinished business.

//

The end of the world began on the day Adrien Agreste turned thirteen years old.

What can I say about thirteen that hasn’t already been said? I picked it for April because reasons, but it’s been a highlight of my entire winter and spring. The Adrien Fic Ever 🌼

MAY: love thorns all over this rose by @thevioletthread {Miraculous 🦚}

there's a boy knocking on her window. she lets him in.

[Doodles a tiny heart on your window]

[Kisses you in front of the sunrise]

[Gets down on one knee]

Alexandria, will you raise a hamster with me? 💜🦚❤️🐉

JUNE: Of Broken Bones and Promises by @bright-thehawksflight {Cyrano de Bergerac 🪶}

Christian had a leg amputated, and the two loves of his life manage to simultaneously save his life, plan for the tough times to come, and pine all over the Arras battlefield.

Lisa is the reference when it comes to Cyrano and Greek mythology fanfics. I think about the amputation-hug scene three times per week 🥺

JULY: Candle In The Wind by @phieillydinyia {Miraculous 🦚}

Someone was screaming. A horrific, guttural sound that infected the entire night with sorrow. He wondered if it was the ghosts of the people he'd just killed. He wondered if they'd come back to haunt him, to follow his every waking move, to never let him forget the way he'd demolished them into dust.c

The sound pounded through his head, threatening to burst open his eardrums, determined to push him to a breaking point. Collapsing to his knees, Chat Noir had to pause to draw in a deep breath.

It was only then that he realized the person screaming was him.

The highlight of my summer! A role reversal AU of the movie that includes the songs. How cool is that. (The answer is very cool. Mwah 💖)

AUGUST: If I hold you too close by @bbutterflies {Miraculous 🦚}

Paris didn’t come to a screeching halt for akumas anymore. They were so commonplace, so frequent, no one stopped their lives unless they were in danger. They trusted the heroes to fix everything if something did go wrong, save them if they got hurt. Adrien was still fighting the urge to find Plagg and go running into battle.

Plagg wasn’t here, though.

ADRINO ANGST MGRRRGRRRRR

SEPTEMBER: Luminous strike by @faiirygrahamdevanily {Miraculous 🦚}

Orders controlled the younger twin

Like a bird with a clipped wing

Silver metal out of his hand

The peacock at the monster's command

MY BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!! THAT CAME WITH ITS OWN MOODBOARD!!!! HELL YEAH!!!! 🎂💜🎉

Everyone should check Clara’s works out!!! The Sentikids are great for exploring themes of otherness and rarer forms of fanworks, and she does it extremely well! ❤️💜💚

OCTOBER: the monster who loves you by @purplecatghostposts {Miraculous 🦚}

Mum nods, clapping her hands together. “Your brother is finally feeling better and is coming home today! Isn’t that so exciting?”

Félix pauses mid-bite, processing her words. Mum waits expectantly, as if expecting him to jump for joy, or his equivalent of it.

But… Félix doesn’t have a brother.

(Or Félix’s brother is a monster, but only in the most literal sense. Félix’s father is a monster despite being very, very human. He learns to navigate the world through these two truths.)

SOAP SOAP SOAP SOAP I am eating you. I am eating you forever. You spontaneously appeared in the tags one day and literally haven’t stopped blessing us since but THIS FIC IN PARTICULAR. OH GOSH. OH WOW. THIS ONE IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE. You know how much I love Adrien being cast as the monster (rawr rawr rawr 🦖)

NOVEMBER: Emmy Altava and the Situationship from Hell by @drowsybadger {Professor Layton 🎩}

Or: Clive, Janice and Their Mutual Ex. Or: Emmy Altava and the Great Year that started off really, really, awful. Or: How To Overcome Your Past Mistakes

Basically, 22K words of people fixing their past mistakes and being lovingly awful to each other. Also, Clive is single-handedly responsible for London rent prices actually being affordable for the next half-century in this universe.

Drowsy infected me with the Clivejan QPR bug… My life has never been the same since…

DECEMBER: Me and You, We're Roses of Blue by @adastra-rising {Miraculous 🦚}

For centuries, the blue rose has represented mystery, royalty, and that which is unobtainable.

Why?

Because the blue rose is artificial. Unnatural. So close to being real, but not quite. The unfortunate, disappointing result of humanity daring to challenge the natural order.

And for some reason, Felix Graham De Vanily can't stop thinking about it.

Meanwhile Kagami Tsurugi, despite everything, thinks they are wonderful.

And Adrien Agreste, who prefers his roses red, is just here for a good time.

(A story in which Felix reflects on his childhood, his relationships, and the nature of what's artificial and what's real.)

(Alternatively, a story where the ideal date is destroying a dead man's property in the name of art, and two cousins who are actually brothers' bond over one truly terrible joke.)

Because excellent characterisation and flower imagery are always a gift! 🌹

SPECIAL MENTIONS

Aka works that didn’t quite fit but that I really wanted to feature:

Icarus by @dragongutsixofficial {Dumas Cinematic Universe ⚔️}

The year is 1630. The Cardinal of Richelieu won. Mme de Fargis is banned and has to leave the Court.

She has a few people to say her goodbyes to.

DRAGON STARTED WRITING AGAIN THIS YEAR AND I COULDN’T BE PROUDER. They have a real talent for emulating Dumas’ style while making the story uniquely theirs! 💖

time marches back by @asukiess {Miraculous 🦚}

The Loveybug AU was one of the highlights of 2023-2024, and this fic? This fic. It’s great, man. Definitely won’t break your heart or anything.

Everything in The Félix Zine! I have a particularly soft spot for @mostmagical’s Bridges and @nemaliwrites’ A Graphite Heart, but everyone slayed so incredibly hard! Please also contemplate our amazing artists’ pieces! 💜🦚

@beezonia’s Miraculous Mons AU. Bee, you know it, I’m the target audience for this universe. I love your ficlets, your team line-ups, your designs, everything! 💙🩵🧡

cringe origional works collection by @isdisorigionalenoughforyou

The kind of poetry that will haunt you. Discovered by accident after reading their Aroace Analysis of Jayvik, which you should also check out! 🦋

And my beloved AO3 collections (recs + my own works):

Felix | Adrien | Kagami | Senticousins | Feligami | Clive | Literature and mythology

Tagging… anyone who wants to do this, because I forgot who was and wasn’t tagged by my fellow writer friends. Go wild.

Happy 2025, everyone! May it be kind and filled with excellent stories for us to share! 💚💜❤️

[onlyonetifosi]

Can we please please get Kevin catching mick smelling reader’s hair as she stands with her back to him in the elevator on the way to a conference then Kevin makes it his mission to tease mick about it till he confesses 🥺

As Y/N stood in the elevator with Mick Schumacher, she could feel his gaze on her. As the elevator stopped on another floor, a group of people entered. As they squeezed in, Y/N found herself pressed up against Mick. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and she blushed.

Suddenly, she heard Kevin snickering behind her. She turned around to see him smirking at Mick.

"What's so funny?" Y/N asked.

"Nothing," Kevin replied, still grinning.

But Y/N knew something was up. She turned to Mick and saw him blushing furiously. Mick looked down at his feet, unable to meet her gaze.

Y/N giggled, feeling a surge of excitement. She had always found Mick cute, and knowing that he had been sniffing her hair made her heart flutter.

As they exited the elevator, Kevin whispered to Mick, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

But he couldn't resist teasing Mick about it. Over the next few days, he made sly remarks about Mick's "hair fetish".

Kevin decided to have a little fun with Mick. He started teasing him about it, making suggestive comments and winking at Y/N. Mick blushed and tried to deny it, but Kevin could see that he was uncomfortable.

Eventually, Kevin told Sebastian about what he had seen. Sebastian knew that Mick had feelings for Y/N, but he had been too shy to make a move. Sebastian and Kevin decided to help Mick by pressuring him to confess his feelings to Y/N.

They started dating soon after, and Kevin and Sebastian couldn't have been happier for them. Mick was grateful to have such good friends, who had helped him muster up the courage to confess his feelings.

Eventually, Kevin approached Sebastian Vettel, one of Mick's close friends. He told Seb what he had seen in the elevator, and Seb agreed to help him get Mick to confess his feelings.

Together, they hatched a plan. Seb invited Y/N and Mick to dinner, along with Kevin and a few other friends. During the meal, Seb kept steering the conversation towards relationships and love.

"So Mick, have you ever been in love?" he asked.

Mick looked uncomfortable. "Uh, I don't know..."

Y/N could feel her heart pounding. She wondered if Mick was thinking about her.

"What about you, Y/N?" Seb asked. "Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"

Y/N blushed. "Maybe..."

Seb grinned. "I think Mick has something he wants to tell you."

Mick's eyes widened. "What? No, I don't..."

But Kevin cut him off. "Come on, man, we all know you do"

Mick turned bright red, but Y/N couldn't help but feel flattered. She looked at Mick, and he met her gaze.

"I... yeah, I have a crush on you," he said, finally confessing.

Y/N felt a surge of joy. She had been hoping he felt the same way.

They spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, and Y/N couldn't stop smiling. As they left the restaurant, Mick took her hand and they walked together, the beginnings of a new relationship blossoming between them.

They started dating soon after, and Kevin and Sebastian couldn't have been happier for them. Mick was grateful to have such good friends, who had helped him muster up the courage to confess his feelings.

[thatlotuscookie]

hi, how are you going? i was wondering if you could write something for dabi x reader who is civilian (she's not a hero and she's not a villain) but she's not quirkless either (she has a healing quirk, but she can heal only bleeding wounds). and one day dabi gets hurt on his mission and he passes out or something and reader finds him and obviously recognizes him and debates if she should take a villain to her house but decided to treat his wounds and take care of him. and she does, and the next morning dabi wakes up in a warm, cozy room and he feels like home for the first time in forever (i feel like even though villains have those hideouts they're still kinda homeless) he feels like he doesn't want to ever leave this place. and he keeps coming back every time he's hurt, and he falls in love with reader and he wants to spend every possible night with her in her house❤️🥺so cute. could you make it a longer one please

✧･ﾟ: a/n : love thiss. thank you for the request anon and thank you for the wait. i hope you enjoy this one

✧ Title: ✧ A Home for the Wounded ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Romance, Drama, Slight Angst, ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: You’re just a regular civilian with a healing quirk that can only heal bleeding wounds. One day, you find Dabi unconscious after a mission gone wrong. ✧ Content Warnings/Tags: Depictions of injury, Discussions of mental health, Dabi x Reader, Healing Quirk, Vulnerability, Slow Burn, Emotional Growth, Domestic Fluff, Comfort ✧ WC: 3120 words // 17k chars

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the small town as you prepared dinner in your cozy kitchen. The rich aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. You were used to taking care of others, tending to the wounded with your healing quirk. It was a gift that made you feel somewhat out of place—neither a hero nor a villain, just a civilian with a knack for mending broken bodies.

As you chopped vegetables, you hummed softly, lost in the rhythm of preparing dinner. It was a peaceful evening, and the world outside seemed far away. You took a moment to enjoy the solitude, reflecting on your day spent tending to a few minor injuries from a local sports event.

However, the tranquility was shattered by a loud crash echoing from the alley outside your home. A jolt of adrenaline surged through you as your heart raced. Curiosity piqued, you set down your knife and approached the window, peering out into the dimming light. What you saw sent a wave of panic through you.

Dabi, the notorious villain you had only heard about in hushed whispers, lay sprawled out in the alley, barely conscious. His torn clothes and the deep gash on his side were stark against the cold ground. Blood pooled around him like a dark omen, and the sight made your stomach churn.

Fighting against your instincts, you took a deep breath. “He needs help,” you whispered to yourself, glancing back at your safe home. You couldn’t just let him bleed out. Despite the risks, you rushed outside, heart pounding in your chest.

As you approached, a mix of fear and determination filled you. Dabi looked up, confusion and pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing here?” he slurred, trying to push himself up but failing.

“Just stay still,” you replied, kneeling beside him. “I’m going to help you.”

He smirked weakly, though it looked more like a grimace. “You really think you can help a villain?”

You focused on assessing the wound, feeling a sense of urgency wash over you. “I have a healing quirk. It’ll stop the bleeding, but you need to get to a hospital.”

He shook his head, his expression turning serious. “No hospitals. Just… do what you can.”

With a determined nod, you helped him sit up, positioning yourself behind him to support his weight. “Alright, but you need to trust me. I’m going to carry you back to my place.”

He snorted, clearly skeptical. “Yeah, right. And how do you plan to do that?”

“I’m stronger than I look,” you said, mustering your confidence. It took every ounce of strength, but you managed to help him back to your house. As you crossed the threshold, a rush of anxiety coursed through you. What were you doing, bringing a villain into your home? But the thought of leaving him out there, bleeding and vulnerable, made it impossible to turn back.

Once inside, you guided him to your small living room, where a plush couch awaited. Dabi flopped onto it, letting out a pained groan as you hurried to gather your supplies. Your hands shook slightly as you prepared antiseptic and gauze, your mind racing with what could go wrong.

“Just… get it over with,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, and it made your heart ache. As you applied antiseptic to the wound, trying to be gentle, he winced. “Sorry,” you murmured, focusing on the task at hand.

After cleaning the wound, you concentrated your healing quirk on the gash, feeling the warmth of your energy seep into him. It was a strange sensation, being so close to someone you’d only ever heard of in hushed whispers. As the blood began to clot and the wound started to close, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. The scars on his body told stories of battles fought and hardships endured.

When you finally finished, Dabi opened his eyes, blinking slowly. “That… actually helped,” he said, surprise evident in his voice.

You smiled softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “Good. Just try to rest now. You’ll need your strength.”

He propped himself up on the couch, looking around your cozy living room. “You really brought me here, huh?”

“Someone had to help you,” you replied, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and tossing it over him. “Besides, I couldn’t just leave you out there.”

His gaze softened as he watched you, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper flickering in his eyes. “You’re different,” he mused, almost to himself. “Most people would’ve just run the other way.”

“I’m not most people,” you said lightly, sitting down in a chair across from him. “Besides, everyone deserves help, even you.”

Dabi snorted, an amused glint in his eyes. “That’s a dangerous mindset to have.”

You shrugged, feeling your cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze. “Maybe. But it’s how I was raised. People can surprise you.”

A comfortable silence fell between you, the only sound the soft rustle of the blanket as he shifted. Dabi looked more relaxed now, the tension in his body easing.

Eventually, he spoke up again, his voice quieter. “You have a nice place. Feels… cozy.”

You smiled, warmth flooding your chest at his compliment. “Thanks. It’s not much, but I like it.”

He met your gaze, a serious look in his eyes. “I’ve never really had a home, you know? Just hideouts and places to lay low.”

Your heart ached at his confession, realizing how lonely he must feel despite being surrounded by others in the League. “You can stay here as long as you need to,” you offered without thinking.

“Really?” Dabi’s voice was low, disbelief flickering across his features.

“Of course. I mean, I can’t have you bleeding out on my couch. It’s just… common sense.” You laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension, but there was a hint of truth to your words. You found yourself wanting him around.

He regarded you for a moment, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. “You don’t get it. I’m not… I’m not a good person.”

“Neither am I,” you replied with a small smile. “But we can try to be better together, right?”

Dabi chuckled, the sound deep and low. “You really are something else, huh?”

You shrugged again, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

He settled back against the couch, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Guess I’ll be crashing here more often then.”

Your heart skipped a beat, excitement coursing through you at the thought. You spent the night talking, sharing stories and laughing, and as the hours passed, Dabi’s presence filled the room with a warmth that felt strangely comforting. You found yourself entranced by the way he spoke, the way his eyes sparkled when he shared a piece of himself with you.

When morning came, you woke to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through your window. You glanced over to see Dabi still asleep on the couch, his features peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the chaos he usually embodied. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—he looked almost vulnerable in that moment, a man stripped of his villainous façade.

After preparing breakfast, you set a plate beside him, gently nudging him awake. Dabi blinked awake, disoriented for a moment until his gaze landed on the food. “What’s this?”

“Breakfast,” you said cheerfully. “Thought you might be hungry.”

He sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off his shoulders. You noticed the way he hesitated before reaching for the food, almost as if he were unsure he deserved it.

“Eat up,” you encouraged, handing him a fork.

As he took a bite, his eyes widened in surprise. “This is… actually good.”

You laughed, enjoying the look of disbelief on his face. “Of course it is. I’m not that bad of a cook!”

Dabi smirked, his demeanor lightening as he took another bite. “Guess I underestimated you.”

A comfortable silence fell between you again, the warmth of the food and the cozy atmosphere wrapping around you like a blanket.

“Thanks for not kicking me out last night,” Dabi said suddenly, his voice quieter than before. “You didn’t have to take me in.”

You shrugged, a soft smile on your lips. “I wanted to help. And honestly, I’m glad you’re here.”

His gaze flickered to you, and you could feel the intensity of his stare. “You’re something else, you know that? Most people wouldn’t want a villain in their home.”

“Maybe they just don’t see the person beneath the villain,” you replied, feeling brave. “Everyone has their reasons for being who they are.”

He fell silent, and for a moment, you wondered what thoughts were swirling through his mind. Then, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his expression serious. “You’re not afraid of me?”

“Should I be?” you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. But deep down, you felt a twinge of vulnerability in his question.

“Maybe,” he replied, his smirk returning. “But I’m glad you’re not.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and sharing stories about your lives. The more you learned about him, the more you realized how complex he truly was—a man shaped by pain, longing for acceptance and a place to call home.

As night fell, you found yourself sitting on the couch together, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room. Dabi was leaning against the armrest, his eyes slightly unfocused as he glanced at you, lost in thought.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, curiosity bubbling up inside you.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel… normal.”

Your heart swelled at his words. “Normal can be overrated. It’s nice to be a little different.”

Dabi chuckled softly, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. The connection between you deepened, and you knew that despite the darkness of his past, there was a light that could shine through.

In the weeks that followed, Dabi became a regular fixture in your life. He would appear at your doorstep, sometimes with small gifts—a book he thought you’d like or a random trinket he found interesting. And every time he entered your home, it felt like an adventure waiting to unfold.

You shared meals, movie nights, and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours. Slowly, the barriers between you began to dissolve, and you both found solace in each other’s company. You learned to see the man beneath the scars and shadows, and Dabi learned that not everyone would judge him for his past.

One night, as you curled up together on the couch, Dabi looked at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “You’ve changed me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to face him, searching his gaze for the truth in his words. “I just helped you see who you really are. You’re not just a villain, Dabi.”

He smiled softly, and you could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Maybe I don’t have to be.”

As you leaned in closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him, you knew that this connection was something special. It was more than just helping a wounded villain; it was about two souls finding their way to each other amidst the chaos of the world.

In that moment, you realized that together, you could create a space that felt like home—a place where both of you could heal, grow, and perhaps even find love.

As the weeks turned into months, your bond deepened. Dabi started to reveal more about his past, the struggles he faced, and the choices he made. And each time, you listened without judgment, offering comfort and understanding. In return, he shared laughter, jokes, and even moments of vulnerability that he had never shown anyone before.

It was during one particularly quiet evening that you both found yourselves lying on the couch, watching the stars twinkle outside your window. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, and you turned to him, your heart racing.

“Dabi,” you began hesitantly, “do you ever think about what it would be like to… start over?”

He turned his head to look at you, his expression thoughtful. “Every day. But it’s hard to imagine what that would look like for me.”

“What if it didn’t have to be so hard?” you proposed gently. “What if you could find a new path, one that didn’t involve the League or the darkness that surrounds you?”

He studied you for a long moment, and you could see the flicker of hope in his eyes. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I believe it’s possible. And I want to help you find that path.”

He leaned closer, his heart pounding in his chest. “You really mean that?”

You nodded, determination filling you. “I do. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

As the tension between you thickened, Dabi hesitated before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re… something else, you know that?”

“I just want to see you happy,” you replied softly, your heart racing at the closeness.

In that moment, something shifted between you. Dabi leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, both of you surprised by the sudden rush of emotions that surged between you. But as the kiss deepened, you melted against him, your heart soaring.

When you finally pulled back, both breathless and wide-eyed, Dabi’s gaze locked onto yours. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing. “But I’m glad it happened.”

He smirked, the familiar mischief returning to his expression. “Guess I’ll have to keep surprising you then.”

From that day on, your relationship evolved into something beautiful. You spent your days exploring the world together, finding joy in the little things. Dabi would teach you about the city’s hidden corners, and you would introduce him to your favorite hobbies—cooking, painting, and even gardening. With each passing moment, the walls he had built around his heart began to crumble.

You watched as he blossomed, the light of hope flickering brighter in his eyes. He started to smile more, laugh freely, and even open up about his dreams. It was a remarkable transformation, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for the progress he was making.

But with every step forward, there were also challenges. Dabi would sometimes pull away, haunted by his past, and the weight of his choices would threaten to drown him. During those moments, you would remind him of the strength he held within, encouraging him to keep pushing forward.

One evening, as you sat together on the porch, the sunset casting a golden hue over the landscape, Dabi turned to you with a serious expression. “What if I mess this up? What if I can’t be the person you see in me?”

You reached out, intertwining your fingers with his. “You’re not perfect, and neither am I. But we’ll face whatever comes our way together. You don’t have to do this alone.”

He let out a shaky breath, the weight of uncertainty lifting slightly. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “You’ve already come so far. I have faith in you.”

In that moment, Dabi leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not true,” you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I want to help you find it.”

As he pulled back, his gaze softened, and a genuine smile broke across his face. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You laughed lightly, feeling the warmth of his words wash over you. “I’m just being honest.”

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Your bond only grew stronger, and each day spent together felt like an adventure waiting to unfold. Dabi began to find solace in your presence, and the shadows that once loomed over him started to fade away.

One night, as you sat on the couch together, a movie playing in the background, Dabi looked at you with a thoughtful expression. “You’ve changed my life.”

You turned to him, surprise flickering in your eyes. “I didn’t do that much.”

“Yes, you did,” he insisted, his tone serious. “You showed me that I can be more than just a villain. You’ve given me hope.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by his words. “I just wanted you to see the person I see.”

Dabi reached out, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “And I want to be that person for you. I’m done running from my past.”

Your heart soared at his confession, a sense of relief washing over you. “I believe in you.”

As the weeks passed, you began to make plans for a future together—one where Dabi could start fresh, free from the constraints of his past. You dreamt of traveling, exploring new places, and creating memories that would last a lifetime.

One evening, as you prepared dinner together, Dabi watched you chop vegetables with an amused expression. “I can’t believe you actually enjoy cooking,” he teased, leaning against the counter.

You shot him a playful glare, a smile tugging at your lips. “What’s wrong with cooking? It’s therapeutic!”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just never thought I’d meet a villain who loves to cook.”

You chuckled, the lightness of the moment easing any lingering tension. “Well, you know what they say—everyone has layers.”

“Just like an onion,” he quipped, mimicking the way you chopped.

As laughter filled the kitchen, the bond between you grew stronger, solidifying the trust and affection that had blossomed over the months. You felt like a team, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

That night, as you both settled into bed, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made you feel safe.

“Thanks for everything,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

“Always,” you replied, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

In that moment, you knew that no matter what lay ahead, you would face it together—two souls intertwined, ready to carve out a new path filled with hope, love, and the promise of a brighter future.