#just like once and in that case he changed his mind after 24 hours

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hi there love! i hope you're doing well 🤍 if it's okay w/ u, i'd like to request a regulus fic (are we surprised? no-) with an animagus! reader. maybe reggie and reader got into a fight about something and reader's still holding a grudge. they refuse to change out of their cat (or any animal u choose!) form and regulus is trying everything to get them to change back. ending in fluff probably :D

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i'm quite alright darling, hope the same goes for you<3 this little drabble is written with the same cat!animagus!reader i've written for reggie so far in mind (whiskers, my love) since she's known to be petty...

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Warnings: fem!reader, minor fight (lighthearted), embarrassment, you're petty, regulus grovels, black brothers have poor people skills, make-up, background wolfstar and (judgemental) bsf!remus

"How long has she been like this?"

Sirius was eyeing Regulus funnily, seemingly drawn between wanting to laugh at him and wondering if maybe he should comfort him. Remus felt none of the latter sentiments and all of the former.

"Since our last class on Friday," Regulus replied miserably from where his face was buried in his hands, resting atop his knees. "She shifted immediately after."

"So... for over 24 hours," Sirius surmised.

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, based on how Regulus lifted his head from where he was practically bent in half, just to glare at his older brother. "Thanks for doing the maths, Sirius. Not the problem I needed solving, though." Throughout his sentence, his eyes increasingly narrowed at his brother as if his irritation grew with every word.

"No, your problem," Remus volleyed. "Is whatever the hell you've done."

Regulus groaned and buried his face once more.

Across the common room from the trio, a white and grey cat was pettily walking back and forth along whatever furniture it could reach. Its tail was standing up straight, whipping about in annoyance.

Remus poked Regulus in the ribs to get a response. "What'd you do, Baby Black?"

"I may or may not have corrected her in Potions in front of Slughorn, even though she may have been working on gaining his respect all term," Regulus murmured.

The chuckle that escaped Remus was finally one of understanding. "Ah," he said through a smile. "I believe that is what we in the business call a rookie mistake."

Regulus sat up with a jerk, hands moving emotively as he made his case to his brother and brother-in-law, where they were sat on top of each other in a plush chair. "But I've apologised! Profusely, and several times! I don't know what else to do?" The last sentence was voiced as a question, though it was not formulated as one. Perhaps the closest the younger Black brother could get to asking for help.

"Maybe you should give Slughorn a speech about how great she is."

Regulus quirked up at that, eyes zeroing in on Sirius. "You really think that would work?" Remus could have burst out laughing at the lack of sarcasm in the younger boy's voice.

"No," Remus said softly, while chidingly patting Sirius' knee. "Don't listen to him, you lot have the same amount of people skills. Do you know your girlfriend, Regulus?"

"Yes?" Regulus' voice was uncertain, looking between the boys with furrowed brows.

"What usually motivates her to hold a grudge?" Remus prompted then, ever patient.

He was quiet for a minute as he thought. "When she feels wronged. Like when Evan apologised for her 'interpretaion' of what he said instead of for him hurting her feelings, and she disliked him for three years."

Remus nodded solemnly. "And is there a reason she might still feel wronged by you now?"

Regulus' gaze finally fixated on the cat across the room, nodding too as the puzzle pieces slowly assembled in his mind. "I apologised for correcting her... but not embarrassing her. She probably feels like I was lording over her or something."

"Meaning..?" Gods, Remus was really laying it on thick here. The curse of the Black family.

"I should go tell her as much." Regulus nodded and moved to hurry over towards you, swinging around at the last minute to give the two boys an almost-smile. "Uh, thanks Sirius. Remus."

Then he was off.

Sirius turned his face into Remus' cheek. "No idea what he's thanking me for; you did all the talking."

Remus sighed, melting further into his boyfriend. "That's what I've been saying."

Regulus tenderly approached you, sitting down somewhat gingerly in a chair beside the table you were currently parading around. "Hi, amour," he said softly. "Can we talk?"

You just wagged your tail in response, in a fashion Regulus has come to learn means displeasure.

"Please love, I want to give you a proper apology. It would be best to do so face-to-face, no?" He reached his hand out towards you, an open invitation. You stopped for a moment to regard him, but then lightly slapped at his hand to get it out of your face. Regulus decided to take it as a victory that your claws were retracted at the very least – you weren't out for blood.

“Okay,” he said through a breath. “I guess I’ll just… talk to a kitten and look crazy.” Upon your quiet hiss, he amended, “Talk to a cat, sorry. Gods, I’m sputtering today, aren’t I?” That final part you seemed to agree upon at least.

“Amour, I am truly deeply sorry for embarrassing you like that. It was such a little thing, and Slughorn has been so unfair towards you this year. I didn't mean to set you back in your progression with him, though frankly, he is in the wrong there, not you. As am I. For someone who feels like he can go around correcting people, that was quite air-headed of me, yeah? The one person keeping me grounded is you, amour, please would you come back to me? You can give me a proper scolding if you’d like, I can take it.”

Regulus was pouring his heart out, and if he dared to hope, he thought your feline face might have softened. You walked closer to him, seemingly studying his face.

Then, you jumped off the table and ran away.

He sighed heavily, letting his forehead fall down to the table with a light thump. If you were going to keep giving him the furred shoulder, he might just stay here. It was hard work being a tosser who’s missing his girlfriend.

Before he could wallow further in his sorrows, he felt a soft hand be placed on his shoulder. A touch he would recognise anywhere.

His head flew up from the table to look up at you – standing above him, smiling softly and somewhat sheepishly. The hand on his shoulder grew bolder, squeezing, while the other came up to cup the side of his face. Regulus ignored any instinct to cower away and instead happily melted into your touch.

“Hi, baby,” you whispered, and he knew he was mostly forgiven.

Emboldened by this new development, he turned in his seat so that his body faced you, slotting you in between his thighs and letting his hands come to rest heavily at the top of your hip. “Hi amour,” he breathed out, reverent. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you laughed, and he knew you knew what. He indulged you anyway.

“Coming back to me.” His voice was murmured, eyes hooded as he stared up at you. “I miss you when you remain as Whiskers, you know?”

“I do know,” you teased. “That’s kind of the whole point, yeah? Make you think.”

He shook his head and leaned his forehead tentatively against your stomach. “A cruel punishment, but an understandable one. I truly am sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Regulus sighed when your hand migrated to scratch through his hair. “I know, baby. I just wanted to hear you say it. And–” at this point he could hear the blush in your voice “– at some point it just became principle. Too late to back out.”

Laughing against the fabric of your shirt, he moved to rest his chin against you, gazing up at you at an angle that was slightly uncomfortable but definitely worth it. He let a small grin slip. “Stubborn minx,” he whispered.

“Oi!” you chided gently. “You’re in no position to levy such accusations, mister.”

“I can’t imagine loving you more,” he said through a sigh, not even thinking over the words. They were just right, and demanded to be brought up.

If the way your body melted against his was anything to go by, you didn’t mind.

A booming voice cut the moment short. “You two are painfully dramatic,” Sirius yelled from across the room, clearly having paid attention to the whole make-up conversation. “Please never fight again.”

“And that’s coming from Sirius Black,” Remus added solemnly, earning himself an indignant swat from his partner.

“He’s right,” Regulus whispered conspiratorially to you. “I cannot be the most dramatic Black brother, that would be blasphemy.”

“Then I suggest,” you said before giving him a light peck, “you be on your best behaviour from now on.

A grin. “Yes ma’am.”

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Not your fucking bussiness: Jason Todd x reader (club singer AU!)

***

„Where are you going?”

„Not your fucking business.”

„Oh! You are going to see her again, aren’t you?”

“Who?”

“Come on, Jay, don’t play dumb with me. You are going to see her!”

“And like I said it’s not your fucking business. Mind your own, Harper.”

This discussion was way beyond his level, therefore Jason just grabbed his jacket off the hanger and walked out the door.

“He is so going to go see her.” Roy crossed his arms, watching his friend leaving with a knowing smirk, nodding his head.

His little Jaybird was growing up so fast…

Two months earlier

They were tired beyond anything ever experienced before. Tired, stressed, barely walking more like dragging their feet on the ground, wanting nothing more but a shower and a bed. But – there’s always this kid in class who will ask the teacher for homework just before the end of the lesson. Or – in this case – the one Outlaw member who comes up with the idea of unwinding in the bar. 

“Come on, let’s grab some drinks, it’s been ages since we got wasted.” Roy insisted, clearly not bothered by the frowns and groans of the rest of the group.

“There’s a reason for that, Roy.” Artemis sighed, rubbing her temples “we’re too busy to-“

“We’re so busy we’re actually becoming boring.” Harper cut her off almost brutally.

“Hey! Who are you calling boring?!” The Amazon took a few steps towards the man with a fierce expression.

“When was the last time you looked in the mirror, Arti?”

“When I;m done with you I’ll—“

“Ok, okay, enough!” Kori stepped in between the two fighting friends before things escalated further “we’ve all had enough, there’s no need to add to it.”

“He’s such a jerk though!” Artemis hissed

“Yeah, sure. He and Jason both.”

“Hey!” This time Jason felt the need to intervene and object to the allegation.

“The only guy who’s actually nice in this group is Bizzaro-“ Kori continued, completely unbothered by Jason’s exclamation. 

“I’m bad.” Bizzaro grinned, clearly satisfied by the words coming from the Tamaranian.

“Yes, yes you are, big guy. So. I don’t know about you, Artemis, but I’d actually like to have a little bit of fun for a change. I think we deserve it.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Jason exclaimed, clenching his fists. Seriously? Were those guys functioning in the same reality as him?!  Gotham was in constant danger, crime lords and criminals lurking in every corner and the Outlaws just decided to grab a drink and unwind?! The hell happened to his team?! They had so much on their heads and now – for some crazy reason – it felt like everyone was agreeing with everyone leaving his opinion as a leader of the team on the sideline.

And he did not like it.

“We are not going anywhere.” He hissed as if that was going to stop anyone.

“we are.” Roy grinned and Jason could sense the mischief in his eyes.

“we are—fuck! Put me down!”

Anyone who dared to look outside their window on that night would have been shocked to notice the infamous Outlaws casually walking the Gotham street with a very angered Red Hood being carried in the iron grip of Bizzarro, kicking and screaming like a five year old kid, very unhappy about such humiliation.

***

Obviously they could not just walk into the bar, dressed like their vigilantes self so the first stop was the nearest safe house, dealing with the quickest ever outfit change, patching up the most serious cuts and bruises. Only after dealing with all that, not even caring about looking presentable, the group walked down to finally grab the drink.

A plan that seemed to drag on forever.

Deep inside, Jason was hoping for a quiet night, praying that at this crazy night hour there wouldn’t be many people in that 24/7 club and he would be able to just snug in the dark corner sipping his drink and checking the surroundings for the possible threats.

And for once it seemed like his prayers were listened to.

As they entered the deserted place, eyes of the already drunk regulars landed on them, but one warning look from Jason made them stop wanting to cause any trouble.

“Oh!” Roy gasped, a little disappointed. “I was hoping that she would be here.”

“She?” Jason frowned

“You mean Y/N?” Kori smiled, “I think it’s past her shift.”

“It’s a shame though.” Artemis added “it’s been too long since we saw her-“

“We?” the frown on Jason’s face deepened. Suddenly he felt terribly left out. Who was this Y/N his friend was so clearly enamored with? And why did it feel like they were coming to see her without him?

As if adding fuel to the fire of his thoughts Bizzaro nodded.

“We no see her often.”

“Oh, right…” It seemed like his friends were leaving him behind and it hurt, but Jason would never admit it out loud, quickly covering his fears with a signature smirk and sarcastic attitude “Guess you’ll have to survive without whoever this girl is. I’ll go grab drinks, regular for you, folks?”

***

He already had enough, heading to the bar and ordering himself a beer, wondering if it would be rude to just take an Irish exit. His group, his friends just dispersed in the facility and to be honest, Jason has never felt more lonely. Sometimes it felt like this family he made for himself was just waiting for the moment to move on with their lives and leave him alone again. And the more he sipped his beverage, the more he worried that things would go back to the way they were. That he’d fall behind those people, who clearly had a way of finding their place in the society. Maybe they were only waiting for an opportunity to lose him.

And ironically, that thought made him want to hold on to his friends even tighter. Preventing him from leaving the club.

Jason shifted on his seat, turning towards the both his friends were occupying, his eyes scanning the place. The Outlaws might have shed the skin of the vigilantes turning into the normal humans, losing their usual vigilance, but he was not going to. If no one else, he was going to make sure those people he held dear (though if anyone asked, there would be very explicit denial and a fair amount of mean jokes on that) were safe.

For a time being, everything seemed secure, but it was Gotham after all. Things could change in a blink of an eye.

And Jason Todd was not known for letting his guard down easily.

Never.

He was always on the watch, careful, a little stand-offish.

And clearly he was right cause all of a sudden he heard the commotion coming from the side of the little club scene. His ears perked at the sound of man’s and woman’s voices, quickly catching up on the fact that he was trying to convince her to do something and she was objecting, though he could not figure out what they were talking about.

“Come on, Y/N- just this once. Just one more-“

“No way! I think I’ve had enough for one night!”

“Please… for me?”

“You want me to get a sore throat? I think I’ve already been taking in more than I can.”

Oh wow.

Jason blushed a little, wondering if maybe that was the time to stop listening to the conversation. 

“Please, Y/N, come on… there are still people here and they’d love a performance…”

Okay.

Now was clearly the time to stop listening to the conversation.

And possibly to leave the place, cause it seemed like his friends just dragged him into a den that was way beyond his comfort zone.

He sighed deeply and joined his friends in the booth ready to force some reason in their heads.

“Okay, people listen up, as a leader of this team-“ he started, meeting with facial expressions ranging from amusement (Artemis) through disbelief (Bizarro) and leniency (Kori) to the open mockery (Roy).

“Not tonight, Jason.”

“Okay, you know what, by all means you stay and have fun but I’m leaving and—” he started again, hoping that his so-called friends would ask him to stay and fight a little.

“Hey, is that Y/N?” Instead, everyone’s heads snapped to the direction of the stage and then a bright smile showed on their faces as they clearly noticed a girl who was far more entertaining than Jason at the moment.

“Y/N! Hi!” Kori waved her hand at the girl “would you give us one?”

For the first time in a long, long time, Jason felt defeated, slumping onto the seat, sipping his drink, not even caring to look into the direction of the stage. He didn’t care.

“Hey Jaybird, look up or you might miss something nice to your sore eyes.”

Huh.

The hell?

Oh…

Oh shit…

Why was his heart picking up the pace and beating out of his chest?

 “Yep, that’s her. And you’re blushing.” Roy chuckled and sipped his drink.

To be completely honest, Jason did not even hear whatever words were coming out of Roy's mouth. She stole all his attention. Making his mind go blank and his ear deaf and his eyes focused only on her. But even in his hazy state he managed to connect the dots, figuring out that the girl he overheard talking was the one his friends were referring to. So maybe they knew her? Was there any chance that they could acquaint him with her? But—this was the girl talking about taking things in and sore throat so what exactly was her job here? Was she a-

No.

No, no, no.

She looked so beautiful, innocent and sympathetic. Alluring but not in the way that would cause any suspicions about her profession. Not that the profession itself was something bad, but this was definitely not Y/N.

Shit, he was blushing hard and knew it, cause the heat he felt was enough of an indication.

“Jason?”

“Hey, Todd, come back to earth.”

“I think he just short circuited!”

The mocking and teasing voices of his friends finally reached his ears, shaking him off his reverie.

“Oh, shut up…” he muttered, trying to control his pounding heart and shaking hands.

“You know I’ve never really seen you like that. Ever.”

“Shut up, Harper.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will. The fact that you are being so affected makes it all even funnier.”

“Come on, Roy. Give poor Jason a break.” Kori laughed. “Our fella here seems to be falling and he hasn't even heard her sing yet.”

“Sing?” Jason raised his head, trying to process the new information and fit it into the puzzle.

“Yeah, sing. She’s a singer here. Wait – what did you think she was doing?”

“Nothing…” he hissed, looking down, not liking the fact he was the source of entertainment and a subject of jokes of his friends.

“Me don’t have an idea” Bizzaro smiled brightly and stood up from behind the table, almost knocking all the drinks down. “Me not going to ask her to sing.”

Before anyone could stop him (not that anyone actually tried) Bizzaro trotted to the scene exchanging a few words with Y/N, pointing at Jason, who wished he had his helmet on to hide himself. No one in their sound mind would point a finger at him when in his Red hood suit. But at the moment he was just a regular guy, unable to fight his real, a little shy and too sensitive nature showing. And also trying his best to not look in her direction.

Due to his hiding state, he missed Y/N lightening up, nodding at Bizzaro, saying something with a cheerful nod and climbing up the scene, fixing her microphone.

“Uh-huh. Looks like she’s about to sing after all. Bizzaro definitely has a talent for convincing people. And Y/n seems to like our little Superman -clone.” Artemis teased, playing on the strings of Jason shaking heart.

He wanted so bad to tell her something harsh and mean, but the melody and quickly following voice made it impossible.

His head snapped towards the scene, watching her.

Definitely in her element.

Shining like a star (no offense to Starfire), feeling the song, putting emotions into the words that otherwise would sound empty and without meaning. But sung by her? Somehow, Jason found himself in a completely different reality, where threats and strategic thinking had like zero meaning. All that mattered was watching her every move. And oh- how much he wanted to just stand up and walk to the stage, seeing her from the close up, instead of being forced to keep his distance, sitting in the booth. (though to be completely honest, even if he tried to walk his shaking legs would probably give up under him).

He was in trouble.

And his friends knew it too.

***

He needed to see her again.

And again and again and again.

Needed to meet her, to get to know her beyond that stage.

He wanted to be able to see her walking on the stage and think that this was his girl being a star.

To assure that whatever men were cheering for her by the stage, offering her drinks and sending her flowers she would only have eyes for him.

Those pretty e/c eyes that crossed with him that fateful night when Outlaws dragged him to the club.

He hated and loved them at the same time.

Because now he turned into a putty and was on his best way to become an alcoholic, using having drinks as an excuse to see her over and over and over. Cursing himself for not having enough guts to just talk to her, settling on watching her from the back of the club like a creep, probably scaring her off.

He had no chance with someone like her.

Not with his scars and baggage and stuff. And his other life. No way. This would only bring her trouble and danger and it was safer to stay in the shadows letting her shine.

But the more he attended her performances – be it on the previously arranged club shows or the quiet nights when she was singing only to the few half-drunk regulars and just for the fun of it – his heart ached for more.

“Where are you going, Jason?”

“Let me guess you are going to the club again?”

“Seems to me like you’re turning into a real party animal.”

‘You don’t like Y/N.”  

Teasing remarks were haunting him for the last two months and at some point Jason decided it was taking too much energy to keep pretending. Every time he was leaving somewhere Roy, Kori, Artemis and Bizzaro seemed to know.

So instead of explaining himself or telling them to leave him alone, he was just grabbing his jacket and leaving without any word. Making sure to only come back when everyone was asleep so he could lay in his bed in the silence and dream.

Dream of holding her hand, of holding her, of forming a real, genuine connection.

But it was just that. A dream. Some crazy fantasy that would never come true for him, no matter how much he was praying for it.

***

“Hi.”

She was standing next to him, extending her hand, and for a second he couldn’t comprehend what she wanted him to do with the fact.

“I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” He only managed to stutter.

“Oh I know you know. You’ve been coming here for the last two months, night by night. One would think you’d learn my name by now.”

“Yeah… um…”

“I’d like to learn your name though. Cause I for sure know you are friends with Biz, but not much more than that.”

“My – my name?”

“Yeah, you know, the title you’re being called on a daily basis?” she chuckled and her laugh sounded equally beautiful as her singing. “Wait, no, let me guess – is it Thomas? Or maybe Todd?”

Jason laughed despite himself.

“What? Did I guess?”

“Not the first name. Todd is actually my second name. Jason is first.”

“Nice to meet you, Jason.” She reached for his hand herself and in any other case he would just avoid physical contact at any cost. But it was different with her.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

He wanted to say so many things to her. How he liked her singing and how she made his nights magical and how pretty she was and all that mushy, touchy-feely stuff that she probably heard a million times before. Words however never came easy to him, instead sticking to his throat causing him to grunt awkwardly, mentally slapping himself for letting the silence prolong. He could almost feel her slipping from his grasp and losing the one in a million chance.

“Would you like to grab a very early breakfast with me?” he blurted, not really believing what the hell just came out of his mouth, already preparing himself for a hard no. 

“Yes! Thank god!” she looked towards the sky, putting her hands together as if to prayer. She was funny and he already liked it. “Finally someone smart enough to realize that after spending the entire day and half of the night in the bar, I’m not prone to having drinks. I’d love to grab something to eat. I’m starving.”

“A girl with an appetite?” Jason teased, feeling his heart flutter, the tension melting away.

“Yeah, I know, it looks bad, but sorry not sorry, I won’t be eating salad just to pretend to be someone I’m not. How about we grab burgers?”

It seemed like Jason was on the highway to falling in love.

***

The little diner was completely empty, giving them a perfect opportunity to talk and joke and tease and banter and bicker without hushing or judgment.

It turned out that they had a similar sense of humor and fairly similar interests.

Exchanging thoughts on books and their adaptations, talking about dreams and wishes and reflecting on deep stuff has never been this nice to Jason. It felt like he knew this girl for years, finding a kindred spirit in this h/c firecracker.

So only when the first rays of sunshine showed on the horizon and they were practically kicked out of the place, they left their seats going out being hit with the cold morning air. And when she shivered from the chill Jason did the unthinkable, reaching to pull her to his side and running hand up and down her spine to warm her.

And damn, it worked for both of them.

And damn she did not pull back.

And damn when he walked her home, to the door, and they just stood there for what seemed like eternity, like two awkward teenagers not sure what to do with the newfound, deep-level connection.

“So-“

“So-“

“You first.”

“No, no, please, you go first.”

“Um… Can I see you again?”

“Sure! I mean – “ she collected herself quickly “I hope you’ll come to my next performance.”

“Of course, but I was thinking that – um… maybe we can grab early breakfast again? Or – very late dinner, depending on the end of your work?”

“Very late dinner sounds nice…” she smiled at the ground, avoiding his eyes.

“Really!?”

“Yeah… I mean, I told you I always get hungry after a performance. So dinner always sounds nice and – and a nice company would be an added value…”

“So I’m an added value, Y/N?” he asked, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the slight trembling of his voice due to the emotions.

“I did not say it!” she leaned to kiss his cheek, her lips lingering on his skin for a little longer than necessary. “Now go, before I call the police because I got a strange man harassing me in front of my house!”

***

He sneaked into the house, stepping on his tiptoes to avoid waking up any other member of the team.

Laying head on the soft pillow, ready to start dreaming again, but this time a little more reality-based fantasy –

“Hey Jason, where have you been?” Roy grinned peeking through the door.

“None of your fucking business” Jason grinned back, happier than ever.

***

my dear @ladychibirae! - thank you for this requests, I really hope you like it, cause I sure enjoyed writing it. I just sat down and before I realised, there was a 10 pages story in my docs. honestly, it's been a while since I wrote something so long <3

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One of my favourite things to think about is the rest of the batfam all having their own ‘Brucie Wayne’ personas. So here’s me listing how I imagine the main family members would front to the public.

Dick

I think would be very similar to Bruce with the same air-headed personality. As far as the internets concerned he can’t spell orange and pretends not to know any of the 50 states let alone which one he lives in. He also uses the fact that he never officially finished college to his advantage. As a kid he was more eccentric and people just knew him as that little kid whose constantly high of sugar and lollipops. Not much changes when becomes an adult.

Of course like father like son and he is also extremely charismatic. His persona is a little more goofy than Bruce’s and he’s known as the Wayne’s resident gymnast, at least in the air. He’s made a habit of acting as though any and all fine motor skills come to an absolute stop the moment he isn’t doing some complex flip, or cartwheel. There are serval videos on YouTube of him tripping over air, spilling drinks over his shirt, and stumbling into several guests, only half of these were faked. He also has a reputation of being an absolutely insane drunk. He went viral on twitter for doing a triple backflip in the middle of a gala which resulted in a shattered punch bowl, several traumatised guests and a fake news report claiming he’d died which sent the city into a riot for the next 24 hours all because he was a little bit tipsy.

Jason

Jason was pretty young when he ‘died’. Before hand he was the happy go lucky kid. With stars in his eyes and more energy than a Chihuahua hiked up on red bull and pure, liquified blue raspberry. Of course you had the occasional leech who saw in some news report that he used to be a street kid which resulted in several rumours about his ‘horrid violent nature’ but all it took was actually meeting him for most to completely disregard this.

After his death he doesn’t hang around the rest of the family much. Especially not in public and out of masks. However there is the occasional day (once every millennia or so) where he’ll stroll up to whatever part or gala or social event the Wayne’s are hosting that day, with his foolproof, impenetrable disguise Tayson Jodd absolutely no relation to Brucies dead kid, nor the elusive red hood who has a hate account dedicated to his very existence.

His whole thing tends to be a regular upstanding member of society. He acts completely normal. This wasn’t always the case. He used to change it every time he went to the parties, either acting as some depressed, lonely rich guy or an alcoholic and on one particularly memorable occasion a closeted drag Queen. However one time he showed up without a persona pre made and ready to go and just decided to wing it.

However Tim Drakes insane paranoia meant he stayed up a good 3 weeks after that night just to make sure Jason wasn’t trying anything and when Red hood found out he found it absolutely hilarious and resolved to be as respectable as possible while also generating maximum suspicion for all other members of his family.

Stephanie Brown

Although not officially adopted by the Wayne’s most people have gotten used to seeing her just roll up with the Wayne’s and it didn’t take long for social media to realise that Brucie had emotionally adopted her, if not legally. At first Steph didn’t really understand the need for a persona. She was already fine with keeping her actual personality and not turning it off for the cameras.

It took seeing Jason, who was having an absolute blast with his public persona to open her mind to the range of possibilities and she spent a full 3 months crafting a personality from scratch (putting that psychology degree to good use).

She cycled through a couple. Rich party girl, serious career woman, ditzy idiot. But eventually she landed on scheming socialite. She saw some tabloids slandering her for being Tim’s ex and although the rest of the family was not happy she took it and ran with it. Landing herself in the circles of the most gossip loving, shit talking, hot woman she could find.

She makes sure she exudes villainy at all times and has been seen eyeing Timothy Drake from across the room, stroking a cat (though no one knew where she got it from) and sipping a martini. Although she doesn’t particularly like how cruel some of her companions are she finds no greater joy than passively aggressively remarking about how Donna is wearing the same heels she was 3 years ago and oh my is she running low on funds? She was born to instigate and takes every opportunity to do so.

Tim Drake

If Tim is known for anything then it’s his ability to appear as though everything has gone to his exact calculations on the outside while internally screaming and just completely winging whatever half brained plan comes to mind. But one forgets, he isn’t just a Wayne but a Drake. Son of Janet Drake at that.

As a kid he was very much a mamas boy and would replicate her cold calculating air to the best abilities of a 10 year old boy. As he grew up however he realised that he much preferred letting people underestimate him. So in the end he settled on the stoner.

It was pretty unexpected for most of his family. Bar Dick who embraced it with all the reverence of a chaotic older sibling. Of course Tim Drake being as meticulous as he is meant when he made this persona built it from the ground up. He gave himself a favourite drug, a fake dealer, and he methodically updates his account balance every week, taking out just enough that it looks like he’s been buying.

Not only does this have the added benefit of explaining the random times he’s passed out in the middle of a party or those random compilations of him on YouTube simply staring into the abyss for hours on end, but it also means he had to try way less than his siblings when it comes to presentation. If Dick or Bruce show up with even so much as a slightly ruffled collar the tabloids will go on for weeks about the mystery guy or girl they definitely slept with. But when Tim does it, they just laugh. He gets a pat on the head and a glass of water shoved into his hands and no one thinks anything more.

And if he can also use it as an excuse for a few extra minuets of sleep then whose going to stop him?

Cassandra Cain

Cass didn’t need to do much of anything. When she first arrived in Gotham she was small, quite and not very well versed in social customs so it was practically written in the stars that she’d become an instant fan favourite. However unlike most of her siblings most of her fans aren’t focused on her what she’s been doing, or with who, but rather on trying to spot her.

She’s some aloof, mysterious figure to them and she’s also become a bit of a where’s Waldo meme. News reporters will post overview shots of the huge hall the guest are occupying, the grounds of the manor, the well kept lawns, the roofs, and the internet will go crazy trying to find her. At first it was difficult but only because she kept to herself, you’d find her in a corner of the room, or hiding behind one of the taller guests but ever since she realised what was going on she’s been making a conscious effort to make it as difficult as possible.

Some of her hiding spots include: under the table, the roof, inside the fountain, disguised as Dick Grayson, a statue, on the chandelier, and somehow as one of the reporters, camera and all. It’s become a bit of a game to see who can find her first and she remains Gothams favourite Wayne.

Duke Thomas

Duke isn’t really sure what to make of this whole public persona thing. He finds hiding such a big part of himself a little strange, and doesn’t much enjoy the idea of putting on a mask for others. So he does what he does best and puts the rest of the Wayne’s to shame with his sound logic.

He’s just himself. And somehow manages to cause the biggest impact. The people aren’t used to rich people not being overly eccentric. This is Gotham after all! And Duke Thomas’ actual personality is not exactly something they were expecting.

This is the same man who raised an army of teenage armies in the absence of his hero. To call him impulsive would be an understatement. Also he very much enjoys ‘eating the rich’ so to speak. He used his powers to convince one particularly nasty man that he needed full psychiatric care by randomly disappearing whenever he was in their line of sight.

He hangs out with Dick a lot, but only so when the worst of the Gotham socialites approach he can make them feel as uncomfortable as possible by questioning their thoughts and feelings on the working class, living conditions and all the other stuff they usually couldn’t care less about which leaves them scrambling for an answer that won’t completely ruin their reputations. Although he’s been branded ‘the responsible one’ that’s only because he presents himself as such to reporters. Most of the people attending the galas live in fear of him ever approaching them.

Damian Wyane

Being the youngest meant that people already had expectations by the time Damian showed up. Although most had no idea where the kid came from that didn’t stop them from making assumptions, and the rumours circulating from before he was officially introduced range from a mini Bruce Wayne to raging alcoholic. And yes, these were published when reporters knew damn well he was 10 years old maximum.

When the public do finally see him for the first time it doesn’t take them long to craft a persona for him. Damian of course sees this whole thing as beneath him, he doesn’t understand why he would need to hide himself, he didn’t train with the league for years to just not show of his skills. Dick tries to get him to think of it like training, as though he were on an undercover mission. This works a little too well and now he takes it so incredibly seriously it’s hard for the others not to laugh.

He arrived, squeezed in between Brucie Wayne who was blowing kisses to the camera, Dick Grayson doing a handstand, Tim Drake who looked absolutely blitzed and Stephanie Brown who was manically rubbing her hands together. Cass nowhere to be found and Duke giving his classic sunny smile to the camera.

So of course people realise this kid must be the adult. There’s jokes about how Damian must be the one doing the Wayne’s taxes, about how he probably drives Bruce to work, and other such things. Which is only further cemented by the kid himself. But he also doesn’t talk much (Dick said if he had nothing nice to say he shouldn’t say anything), and a few (illegally taken) photos show him drawing, as well as his small army of pets and so people are torn between this kid who is clearly far too mature for his age and this cute baby of a child who likes fluffy animals and crayons.

Damian is disgusted by both sides, but there isn’t much he can do about it and resolves instead to fuck with everyone by leaning into it and alternating on a seemingly random basis between clueless child and grown adult in a 10 year olds body. It mostly ends up terrifying the rest of his family because occasionally Damian (who several of them watched kill a man) will come up smiling and demand to be placed on their shoulders, and other times the same kid (who found a cow a decided immediately he was a vegetarian) will be found sipping straight vodka and going on about the good old days with people 8x his age as though he were some drunken world war 2 veteran.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Daichi wasn't the kind of guy to initiate physical affection in public but he was never opposed to it either. You got a pass for pretty much anything as long as it wasn't too crazy of course. A kiss on the cheek, holding hands, even something just a smidge risque went back and forth from being tolerated to downright wanted. Daichi was always such a softie when it came to you and it felt as though the sky was the limit.

His perfect blue sky quickly turned dark once he saw you being sweet with other people though.

It's fine, he would tell himself. (y/n) is just like that and I can't change it, he would try to reason with his overly paranoid mind. But seeing you act so carefree around guys such as Nishinoya and Tanaka - it drove him up the wall. His anger was bottled up and he never said anything, ever. As much as he hated to see just how close the three of you had gotten there was still a tiny smidge of patience left in him. Why? Because he is the team captain, that's why. No one in their right mind would go after you, even if those two clowns did have feelings for you they simply wouldn't do anything out of respect for him.

Their team captain.

That gave him some peace of mind as he watched the three of you goof off 24/7 and besides, having you around kept the morale high. It was an absolute win when he stopped to think about it - you get to help the team in any way you could meanwhile Daichi could keep an eye on you without worrying about your whereabouts. It really was the best possible outcome of this particular situation.

Pity that was only the case for practice though.

You had classes and other places to be, Daichi couldn't keep you on a leash no matter how tempting it was sometimes.

Ever since Karasuno picked up steam and became more popular as a result a lot of people started to ask questions and most of them turned to you because it was the most logical thing to do. You were in a relationship with Daichi, the beloved team leader, of course people were going to swarm all over you eventually.

Things quickly turned sour once Daichi picked up on the fact that some people had more wicked intentions. Be it to use you to get some information out of you or to steal you away from Daichi, both were horrible and it made him want to vomit his own blood. He would pace back and forth in his room, pondering on what he should do. Countless hours of sleep are lost as his mind wavers, paranoia seeping into his pores as his classmates keep asking what the hell is wrong with him and can he please stop making that scary face, it's disturbing.

After a little while though, Daichi has an epiphany. He can't go full on jealous boyfriend on his teammates because that would cause problems both inside and outside the court. Everyone else though?

They were fair game.

Don't get him wrong, he's not going to be some super creepy boyfriend who is going to take up all of your time (even though he wants to be just that but you won't ever catch him saying that out loud) but when someone else approaches you he can be as mean as he wants to be. He spent years training his nerves on morons such as Tanaka, he can be either the most condescending person to have ever lived or the rarer route of him just going for the kill.

Figuratively or literally, it would depend on the situation and person.

... no killing would be ideal though.

He has mastered the art of scary looking faces, people have literally ran away from him in the past because he's just that scary when he's mad. He is strong, he is smart, he knows how to utilize everything he has to his advantage.

And you won't even know just how jealous of a guy Daichi really is.

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hey could I please request Dream's s/o laying down on the couch after a long day, and him carrying her to bed.

A/N: doing small things for the person you love is a louder confession than yelling 'i love you' and you can not change my mind

[Sandman-inspired playlist] || [MASTERLIST] || 🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Being one of the Endless, the concept of time or schedules was a little lost on Morpheus. To be clear, it wasn't that he didn't understand it, he simply didn't experience the passing of time as people did. Entire centuries could go by and he'd feel as if it was a mere blink of an eye. Because of that, he tended to show up 'at your doorstep' at the most random times during the day. If he had to wait for a few hours, he was okay with that - Morpheus always managed to find something to busy himself with. On that day, he found himself at your home at the perfect time, just not the best day.

He stood in your living room, staring at you lying on the couch. You were curled up, clearly cold, but too tired to actually grab a blanket. Old or unworn clothes were scattered on the armchair and its vicinity. There was a watering can on the coffee table - either misplaced or put there on purpose because it was so hard to miss it. Right, he did remember you tended to forget about it. Next to it was an empty mug so dark with tea residue it had to be used unwashed for at least two days. A strange aroma of both laundry detergent and takeaway filled the air. Your face was strangely dark, greyish as if you had lived an entire month in the span of 24 hours. Was this normal for humans?

"I love you and all that," your raspy voice was muffled against the cushions, "I'd do anything for you but that will have to wait until tomorrow if you don't mind."

"I did not come here to ask for favours." For a moment, Morpheus wondered whether that's how you perceived him. If he had to be completely honest with himself, and that wasn't going to happen any time soon, he'd admit that the only thing he could ask of you was your affection. So far, in his opinion, you were giving it to him willingly.

"Good," you groaned against the pillow. Maybe you were going to say something else but a yawn prohibited you from doing so.

Without wasting his breath, Morpheus effortlessly lifted you off the couch. To him, it was the least he could do for you. Your cheek nuzzled against his chest and he felt his breath suddenly become a little ragged. So much time had passed since someone was so close to him... Dream's old, tired bones were only remembering what intimacy felt like. In any case, he carefully walked towards your bedroom, making sure not to shake you too much.

"You really don't have to," you said in an absent, raspy voice. It sounded as if you were going to fall asleep before he can actually put you to bed.

"I want to." Morpheus had a habit of ending discussions with those words when he was adamant about doing something for you. Most of the time you simply sighed and accepted his expression of love knowing that sometimes it was more important to let him do something for you.

The bed sheets were unpleasantly cold compared to the warmth Morpheus provided. "Don't go," you groaned feeling his arms withdraw. He took in a deep breath, suddenly realizing just how far he was willing to go to fulfil that promise. Even before meeting you, he needed Lucienne to stop him multiple times but now, when you so effortlessly asked him, the imperative that fueled all of his actions was set alight; 'too far' no longer existed. Despite that, Morpheus knew that it was a matter of minutes before you fall asleep. On the other hand, maybe he was simply afraid that giving in even once would turn into a devastating habit. Part of him welcomed that possible ruin with open arms but Morpheus tried to silence that voice as much as he could.

"I shall see you in a moment," he said quietly.

Morpheus left your bedroom and went back to the living room. With hesitation befitting a creature unfamiliar with the mundane, he took the watering can. Walking through your home, he watered every plant there was, passing the time until you fall asleep and he can finally have you all to himself. Morpheus wondered whether this is what life as a human was. In some other life, he'd very much like watering plants for you every day while you take a nap.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Looking for Answers

Summary: No One Knows AU Part 24, Tucker decides he's ready to know what's going on.

...

“Tucker, I still don’t think you’ve thought this through,” Sam says.

“What’s the harm in it?” Tucker asks.  “It’s not like I’m walking right up to Danny and telling him everything we know and everything we’ve done wrong.”

“We haven’t done anything wrong—”

“Sam.  I’m asking Vlad to show me everything he has on Danny, and how he knows he’s evil.  I need more evidence than we have to believe that he is.”

“How about ‘he tried to kill me at Circus Gothica?’  Is that not pretty iron-clad evidence?”

“That’s where I’m starting,” Tucker says.  It’s the first thing he’s said to Sam that isn’t a lie.

Well, second.  He really isn’t going to talk to Danny.  Danny asked for space.  And this is a problem of Tucker’s own making.  He needs to figure out how to fix it.

But he’s not talking to Vlad, either.  He knows Sam trusts Vlad wholeheartedly, but something has always felt a little off about him to Tucker.  Why keep so much hidden?  Why not engage with Danny directly, and make Tucker and Sam do all of the confronting?  Why not tell Valerie who they are?  Why upgrade both of their suits at once, instead of leaving one of them with them, and making sure they can protect themselves at least somewhat?  Too many questions are piling up, to the point that it’s all building to an intense feeling of his instincts screaming at him “Don’t talk to Vlad.”

And Tucker is done not listening to his instincts.

“I still don’t like this,” Sam says, pulling Tucker back out of his head.  “What if you start poking around and Danny finds out, and realizes we’re onto him?”

“I’ll be careful,” Tucker says.  “I can handle it.  I handled you and Danny both being hurt and unconscious, didn’t I?”

Sam glares at him, but Tucker doesn’t take it back.

“I’ll tell you what I learn,” he says instead.  “I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“You better,” Sam says, still glaring at him.  Tucker gives her a look and leaves.

Her parents probably aren’t going to keep her locked up for too long.  She’s not as hurt as Danny was, after all, and she still needs to go to school.  In fact, Sam’s suit took the brunt of the damage, and whatever Vlad did to upgrade it apparently did its job, because the suit had looked mostly unharmed too.

Tucker waves to Sam’s parents as he leaves, who give him at least a polite wave back.  He’s pretty sure they like that he made sure Sam was okay.  It’s gained him some points with them.

That’s not something Tucker has time to focus on, though.

So, Circus Gothica.  Sam’s right in that it’s the most damning evidence in regards to Danny being evil.  But if Tucker’s really running with his instincts that Danny’s not a monster (and he is), then something else had to be going on.  The first and most helpful thing to do is probably figure out what happened there.

And since only two people were watching Danny closely at that point, and one of them is the ringmaster now in jail, and the other is the only one of them who has confirmed access to some kind of recording devices, Tucker starts by heading to the training grounds to look for anything Vlad has on the topic.  If Vlad’s there, he’ll just pretend like he’s there for training, and that the last battle finally changed his mind in regards to Danny in the opposite direction to how it actually did.  If he’s not, well, there’s got to be something in those training grounds he hasn’t found yet.  If it’s actually Vlad’s base of operations while he’s here, there’s not enough technology in the main base to know everything he knows.

Unless it’s back in Wisconsin, where he said he came from.  Man, if that’s the case, this is going to be a lot harder.

Tucker shakes himself.  Worry about that later.

Thankfully, when he gets to the training grounds, no one’s there, and the training grounds are almost silent.  In fact, the only sound is coming from the chain of one of the punching bags, gently swinging back and forth.  Everything looks perfectly in order, and there’s nothing that he isn’t expecting to see.

But there has to be something.  There’s no way Vlad upgraded their suits with just the things in this room.  Unless he really did take them all the way back to Wisconsin, which is still a possibility.  But why go so far away, and risk something happening while he was gone?

Tucker, after a moment’s hesitation, twists his suit on and flies up by the ceiling obstacle course, as good a place to start as any.  Nothing seems out of the ordinary, and if there was something there to find, they would have found it any of the number of the times they’d used the course itself.

Tucker had blasted a punching back against the wall before, so those are out, along with the ghost targets, which are meant to be hit.  The Danny dummies went up after everything else in here, so thankfully, those are out too, and Tucker doesn’t have to spend time looking too closely at them.  He never wants to see those things again.

That leaves the room itself as the only thing he can reasonably expect to find something in.  There’s a lot of space along the walls that’s designed to get hit by something.  The walls behind the ghost targets have dents and burns.  The walls behind the sparring ring have padding.  The walls on the other side of the ceiling obstacle course have boarded up windows.

Tucker turns to face the one wall separated off a little bit, which is the area with the chairs to sit in.  Right now, the only one sitting there is Vlad’s larger one.  So where did the two smaller ones go?

Tucker twists his bracelet, retracting his suit into it, and walks over to look at the wall there.  Unfortunately for his room theory, there’s nothing that could possibly lead to a hidden compartment or room or anything of the sort.  In fact, the wall is so plain and smooth that there don’t seem to even be any differences in paint.  Tucker bites his lip, staring at it for a moment.  There has to be something here.  But if it’s not on the wall, he can’t think of anywhere else it could be.  Nowhere Vlad would expect them not to touch.

Realization strikes Tucker, and he turns to face Vlad’s chair.  He takes a breath, then walks over and sits down in it.  He’s not as tall as Vlad, but he starts feeling around for similar places Vlad could reach while sitting in it, and—

There.  A button underneath the arm.  Tucker presses it.

A soft click, and Tucker looks to his right to see the entire smooth wall slide back, and reveal a long staircase.

He takes a deep, shaky breath, and twists his suit back on.  Then he stands and walks over, starting slowly down the steps.  He doesn’t hear any voices coming from down there, so Vlad probably still isn’t there.

The staircase makes a u-turn halfway down, and leads back into what must be the basement of the house.  As soon as Tucker makes the turn, he can see the bottom of the staircase open out into a wide room.  It looks like a lab of some kind, with various machines and consoles and scrap material laid out.  Tucker couldn’t hope to have the time to understand what all of it’s for.

Instead, he heads for a table in the middle of the room, with large stacks of papers laid out on top of it.  Tucker pulls one over at random and peers at it.  Originally he was just planning on searching for information on Circus Gothica, but there’s clearly more than that going on here.  What he finds, however, sticks to his original plan.

He’s holding a sketch of the staff he remembers Freakshow using, along with detailed explanations of how it’s possible the staff can control ghosts.  Vlad’s written down several theories in regards to how, but the page ends with much more frustrated rambles, seeming irritated that he can’t come to a conclusion.

But for as much as he can’t, this certainly explains a lot for Tucker.  He takes a deep breath, tries not to get caught on the idea of Danny being mind controlled by that Freakshow guy for who knows how long, and sets the paper aside to grab later.  He’ll need to show that one to Sam.

The next paper he grabs is several scribbled attempts at poetry that seem to be dedicated to Danny’s mother.  Tucker pulls back in disgust, and sets that paper as far away from him as he can get it.

The page after that seems to be designs for his, Sam’s and Valerie’s suits.  They include detailed schematics of how the suits work, none of which is too surprising to Tucker, except for the parts of the designs that include spy cameras.

Okay, so that’s not great.  Not loving the implication that Vlad has been spying on the three of them while they fight Danny, and— and talk to Danny, and fight with each other.

Tucker sets that paper aside and shakes himself.  Move on, deal with guilt and emotions later.

The next page is a schematic for his and Sam’s upgrades.  Which… doesn’t seem to have any upgrades to weapons, or armor capability, or flight.  Instead it details an explanation of how the suits can be used to control the heart rate, breathing, and body of the wearer.

Oh fuck, Tucker has to get out of here.

He grabs all of the pages he’s read, holds them close to his chest, and turns—

Right into Vlad’s waiting gaze.

“Hello, my boy,” Vlad says, as Tucker’s heart stops in his chest.  “And what exactly are you doing down here?”

“V-Vlad, hey,” Tucker says, hating how obvious the fear in his voice is.  “F-funny story, actually.  So I, uh, I tripped, and fell right into your chair, and it opened the wall, and I just wanted to see what cool stuff you have down here in your lab, so I—”

Vlad puts a hand on Tucker’s shoulder, and Tucker stops, staring wide eyed up at him.

“Well, I suppose this brings the need for a charade to an end,” Vlad says.  “Come with me.”

“I don’t—”

Vlad reaches inside his coat, pulls out a small remote, and presses a button on it.  Tucker’s arms stiffen and lock in place at his sides, and when Vlad starts walking, he feels himself follow.

“I was hoping I would have more time before moving into this phase,” Vlad says, as if Tucker can hear him over the thumping of his heart in his chest.  “But I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

Then, as Tucker watches, a black ring appears around Vlad’s waist, travels up to his head, and answers the only question Tucker had left.

“Y-you’re Plasmius,” he manages.

Vlad Plasmius gives him an amused look.  “Well, it took you long enough to catch on to that,” he says.  “I’ll admit, I don’t know what Daniel saw in you in the first place.  Surely there are better companions out there than a couple of idiots who drop him the first second someone who’s halfway decent at manipulation comes along.  But, ah well, hardly the point.  Though I don’t imagine Daniel would care enough to come here if it’s just you in danger, after all this.  Tell me my boy, how would you feel about kidnapping his sister?  And remember that your opinion is irrelevant.”

Tucker can’t even manage to get enough breath in to formulate some form of response.

“I think that will work well enough,” Vlad says, turning and pressing a couple of buttons on the console to his left.  “Of course we’ll need to keep Samantha away from the duration of this one.  Can’t let her go thinking it’s your fault Jazz goes missing, can we?  And I think we’ll skip the talking, just in case.”  He presses another button on Tucker’s suit, and the next second, Tucker can’t open his mouth.

Vlad turns and walks back over towards Tucker, and pulls up the visor over his eyes.  He smiles in amusement at the terror that’s definitely clear in them.

“You know, this might be fun after all,” he says.  “Now let’s get moving.”

…

Sam, from her spot listening to the entire exchange on the steps, takes that as her cue to turn and run as fast as she can back up to the training area, while still being quiet as she does so.  Her heart is in her throat, and her hand, ironically, is twisting the bracelet on her wrist back and forth as she runs, to the point that it’s started tearing up the bandage on her wrist.

She makes it, somehow, through the training grounds and outside, and keeps sprinting until she makes her way to an alleyway she can duck into.  She has just enough time to press herself back against the wall before she sees Tucker fly past the alley on his suit.  She’s going to have to pray he didn’t see her, which is a far cry different from her original goal of sneaking after him to make sure she could protect him if she needed to.

The next second, she looks down at her bracelet.  Her immediate instinct is to tear it off and crush it under her shoe, but that will definitely alert Vlad that something’s wrong.

No, she has to keep it on for now.  She has to— she has to do something.  She has to— what can she do, she doesn’t even have a weapon she can use because every weapon she has access to can be taken over against her will except— except—

Sam squeezes the bracelet on her wrist tightly.  She pulls in as deep a breath as she can manage after having her world so completely and thoroughly shattered, and leaves the alleyway to start running home.

[golbrocklovely]

it's been a minute since i posted one of these so..

here’s some of colby’s tweets from 2021.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Jan. 2 - thank you all so much i love you don’t forget

Jan. 6 - just got yelled at on my walk by a 93 year old grandma it was dope how’s your day goin

on another note , so sad to see what’s been happening today at the capitol .. this is ridiculous. i’m worried.

(the issue with this time period is that colby was getting a lot of heat for shit he shouldn't have been. so… some of these tweets are gonna trigger me, and this is one of them lmao)

Jan. 8 - seems like the older i get the more independent i become

*@/mikes_dead: seems like the older u get the more u forget to call me back headass sorry bb 🖤

don’t crave that personal life human affection like i used to i’m cool with being by myself

always feel like i’m living in a dreamy reality until i get caffeine. blurry vision blurry mind

Jan. 9 - learned how to drive manual for the first then drifted that car today i’m surprised i didn’t kill anyone

you in January

Jan. 12 - fan: hi i love yOu…@/ColbyBrock

hiii i love you

fan: It’s my 2,000 day supporting Sam and colby. That’s fucking insnae man. Mental. I love you 2. Always and forever thank you for being such huge parts in my life @/SamGolbach @/ColbyBrock @/SamandColby

thank you for being a part of our life journey 🙏🏼🖤

Jan. 14 - time to conquer my anxiety

Jan. 16 - tonight , two years ago i was sleeping in a little jail cell wondering how long i’d be in there without Sam. life is fuckin crazy hahah, freedom is a gift

fan: i cant believe that most of the fandom slept on the floor when @/SamandColby 2 years when they got arrested #FreeSamAndColby

the best fans in the world

Jan. 18 - oh how time can heal and change everything

fan: no fr he’s been working so hard and you can really tell. proud of you @/ColbyBrock

thank you darlin

Jan. 19 - my fear won’t be something that i let control the way i live

Jan. 20 - fan: colby ur tweets r always so deep

twitters my personal little mind dump

(wish this was still the case… but i get why he is barely on there)

Jan. 22 - it’s underwater shipwreck dive today

feels good to feel proud of myself

Jan. 24 - fan: @/ColbyBrock can you teach me your ways of being okay with being single bc i’m tired of asshole guys fucking around with my feelings

one day you’ll learn that the only happiness you need comes from within, once you’ve learned to really enjoy youre own company you don’t need anyone else! practice makes perfect 🖤

Jan. 25 - why do i push away everyone who tries to get me to open up?

(what a juxtaposition lol)

Jan. 28 - crows are honestly just death metal chickens

Jan. 30 - don’t wanna jinx this like last time but XPLR gods have definitely been on our side recently again … Alaska has been an adventure of a lifetime

Feb. 1 - don’t let anyone tell you who YOU are and how to think

fan: Currently listening to We Love Our Friends @/SamGolbach @/ColbyBrock @/SamandColby

a bop

Feb. 2 - fan: Thinking about @/ColbyBrock hours

💭🖤

*fan: @/ColbyBrock u should get a tongue piercingggg

*ouchh

fan: As part of 25x25 @/ColbyBrock needs to come out with music

🤫😏

(he needs to come out with more music asap)

*fan: @/ColbyBrock u said no to the tongue piercing what about u getting a nipple piercing??

ouchhh

(what's with fans wanting him to get random parts of his body pierced lmao)

wake me up after valentine’s day

Feb. 4 - what’s one thing you wanna do before you die ?

Feb. 7 - my dream is to show you the beauty in life .. no matter how hard it can get

really opened up on my ongoing experience with anxiety in today’s video , i hope it resonates with some of you. we’re not alone

Feb. 8 - fan: bro @/ColbyBrock do you always get your tats in the early hours of the morning??

yes hahah

just gettin started on this sleeve. lots of work to do

Feb. 10 - fan: @/ColbyBrock I need some advice for anxiety lately my anxiety is playing up and I keeps having anxiety/panics attacks and idk how to calm my self the best thing I can do so far is watch ur vids but still sometimes I just can’t hold it in do u have any advice

box method breathing really helps.. soft music.. meditation. anything that can relax the mind. usually it stems from overthinking so if you can somehow distract yourself with an activity of some sort that could help too 🖤

i’m so emotional sometimes and for what

Feb. 13 - so who’s down to hangout tomorrow

fan: i could really use a hug from @/ColbyBrock rn /: sigh i miss him sm

🖤 sending virtual hugs

fan: Hey Colby … just checking in…. are you okay? Taking care of yourself? @/ColbyBrock

thank you for being so sweet i love you. yes i’m okay i have my good and bad days

Feb. 17 - sang for the first time on camera yesterday

Feb. 20 - this pill that i don’t wanna taste

fan: Are you okay??? Or one of your song lyrics

song lyrics .. probably should have explained that a lil more. it’s not a literal thing i promise hahah

Feb. 22 - damn i miss the big trap house parties we use to throw at our old place. 500 people plus in our living room.. David dobrik always comin in randomly with flame throwers hahah legendary times

Feb. 24 - i was so happy in my dream last night .. felt so real.

simply a wonderful sight to see

Feb. 28 - Dear @/ColbyBrock I would REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DYED YOUR HAIR BACK TO BROWN I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT

my purple is pretty much out ! so it’ll be all the way brown soon

fan: Apparently the guys are in Las Vegas and Las Vegas is probably like oh no not these guys again. @/ColbyBrock don't go for a midnight stroll and almost get mugged or kick a cactus this time

palm springs was when the mugging and cactus assault happened hahah but we will do our best to stay outta trouble .. maybe

March 2 - i feel like i don’t fit in with that many people in LA

@/jccaylen: let’s move to Texas.

looking for houses now

March 6 - take a chance with me

head down, headphones in

March 8 - happy #InternationalWomensDay , women are fuckin powerful, thank you for all that you do

(another triggering tweet sksks)

March 10 - maybe i just knew i had to wait for you

March 15 - fan: I just know deep in my soul @ColbyBrock had an angsty sad boi tumblr back in the day and I just wanna scroll thru it. Sir pls hand me the link thx :)

i wish i had tumblr. but wasn’t in to social media until i was like 18. only had a facebook until 2014

(….interesting lol)

fan: @/ColbyBrock do u have any advice on keeping productive on something even though it isn’t ur favourite thing to do but u need to get it done

set goals and make sure you do things in little pieces. if you don’t like something you’re doing just make sure you’re getting it done in the way YOU want to. take it day by day instead of procrastinating and doing it last minute

fan: y r u awake @/colbybrock

same reason you are

March 16 - things change, people change. but in the end i’ll always wish the best for my friends

March 17 - i can’t help but feel this way

March 18 - fan: How can you get through a break up

time. i know that’s a cliche answer. but seriously. distract your mind for a while and you’ll get over it i promise

fan: @/ColbyBrock how often do you not sleep at night because your mind is too loud?

i sleep terribly most nights. i have this weird insomnia that forces me to be up at 3am daily

are any of you hard on yourself for no reason? cause holy shit that’s me daily

fan: Better at picking others up than picking myself up

feel this so hard

fan: please call me sweetheart its my dream deadass

sweeeeeetheart 🖤

fan: @/ColbyBrock what’s your best advice to give to a teen who’s gonna turn 17 next week ? like any tips or tricks you wanna hand down bc i need help

so assuming you’re in highschool, just know that you might think your social circle means the world to you right now .. but everything can change (if you let it) after you graduate. life changes so much after graduation! focus on making good relationships and having fun :)

fan: @/ColbyBrock what’s the first thing you’ll do after all this covid stuff is over?

throw a real trap house party

March 25 - i am becoming a hummingbird father.

@/amberscholl: idk why but this is a VERY hot tweet

can’t wait to show you what i’ve been doing 😈

March 27 - just don’t have the time anymore

March 29 - friday by rebecca black is my anthem

March 30 - should i curl my hair for a youtube video

[awaffledreamer]

A Bridgerton Tale

Based on The Bridgerton series on Netflix and by Julia Quinn. This is a fanfiction story based on "An Offer from a Gentleman", Benedict Bridgerton's story. I'm not the best writer but these are just outlines for a story that I thought would be great for Benedict's character. If interested, I could see about writing more for FanFiction. Changed some of the characters names for this story but I just had to share it.

We know the story. We have seen the plotlines. We watch the timeline. We understand the assignment. There is a girl. There is a boy. There is a missing shoe. The girl is mistreated at home. The boy believes he must do more to improve himself. They meet. They are captivated by each other. One runs away. The other runs toward them. They meet once more. And fall in love.

Please. How many times does this story need to be re-told? How about a little…spice?

Outline of story: Benedict Bridgerton is an artist. Doesn’t want anyone to take that from him but unfortunately he takes it away from himself. Not wanting his family to pay his dues, or his way, he declines offer after offer believing he is not worthy of such things.

Nora Huntington is the law. After the tragic loss of her mother at a picnic, her father steps into the shadows with no ambition to come back into the light. She is left taking care of her two siblings, sister and brother while also taking care of the family business. Constables. They are the law. No one is exempt from it, not even the Crown. She laughs, she loves, but she doesn’t see the world in color anymore. Only black/white. She has hope that her siblings can move on from this life and see the world as it should be seen. Not in bloodiness or madness.

There is a ball. Girls are dancing their way into men’s hearts. Men are eyeing the prize. Nora’s sister wants to partake in the dances to see about a husband. Nora’s brother wants to tag along. Nora has so much already on her plate with a few cases taking over Mayfair but she agrees to take them. Not knowing much of the society rules for she doesn’t need them as a constable.

Benedict has taken the role in helping his sister, Hyacinth, find a match. He approaches the ball with his mother, Lady Violet Bridgerton, his older brother and his wife Viscount Anthony & Viscountess Kate and of course his other brother Colin and his wife Penelope. Benedict helps as much as he can but he is also trying to get away from expectant mamas trying to secure a match for their daughters with him. He stays close to his mother but mamas are reluctant to say the least.

Nora sees everything. She can look at a person and see where they were in the last 24 hours, whom they were with, what they had to eat, and how the person grew up without ever meeting them in the first place. She has a gift. To her, it’s a curse. But she sees is just the same and it works for her…in some cases. She tries to let her sister work out the dances with the men, but Nora can’t seem to help deduce the men that are dancing with her sister.

Her sister has picked a partner to dance with. Nora is trying to get a good read on him but must move to the other side of the dance floor when she accidentally bumps into a man. She apologies without looking up. As she is talking she finally turns around and splash! Colors beyond the imagination floods her mind as she sees the most dashing, carefree, smiliest man she has ever laid her eyes on. She is deducing too much of this man while at the same time, everything is calm in her mind. How can such a person send her on a whirlwind and then bring peace at the same time?

Her brother seems to be intrigued with Hyacinth, so Nora and Benedict must see each other more often than she would have liked, but she relishes the day if she is to be honest with herself.

Throughout the times, she is proven herself to be reliant, self sufficient, and able to be the best shot in the ton. She also takes down 4 men who try to steal from the Bridgertons showcasing she can fight. Come to find out before she became a constable she was going to tour as a cellist with her beau, Archibald. A man so stunning, even the Queen has to do a double take. She plays the cello for the first time since her mother’s death to the surprise to herself, but to everyone around her including Benedict. {Plays Paint It Black orchestral classical piece}

She has trouble deciding on whom now to put her heart towards for Archibald brought passion, but really nothing else. Benedict brings passion, but also an ease to the mind, and more color to her world. While she is daydreaming of dancing with the two, like deciding which one brings her the most joy, she plays on her cello Vivaldi Storm by 2CELLOS. Her father finally comes out of the shadows to help, he reminds her of how much her mother helped him. He was a storm with cases and the only person to still those storms was her mother reading a passage in a book, or making him laugh with a joke or two. When Nora hears this, she instantly choose Benedict. {In the background, you can hear 2CELLOS play Hallelujah} Nora rides her horse to the Bridgerton house to find Benedict in the backyard painting again. He hasn’t painted in a while, and he is loving it. When he finishes he looks up and see her. He smiles. She doesn’t return the smile. He hesitates for a moment until she runs to him and kisses him. They sway back and forth turning this way, basically dancing while kissing. Total make out scene.

She works on a certain case that has her stumped. She figures it out with the help of her father who comes back to life to help with the securing of the betrothal of Hyacinth and his son, while seeing who this Benedict is who has captured Nora’s heart.

When Nora gets ready to head into battle, she goes to Benedict, kisses him and says, “You brought color back to me. I saw only black and white. You…you showed me more colors than I could ever imagine. Every feeling has a particular color to it and if I had time I would tell you what each one means. I was a blank canvas for so long and you just waltz in and create something magical. You bring calmness to my storm of a mind. I am now a burst of color because of you and I love you for it.” She leaves to protect him. To protect Mayfair of course, but now it’s to protect him. Her wonder of wonders.

She gets harmed in the face but it doesn’t not matter to him. Benedict still asks her to marry him. He takes all of her, her many scars, her busy mind, all of it. She walked down the aisle to the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran played by 2CELLOS.

[hajimsblog]

It wasn't uncommon for Iowa to be late. In fact, it was expected. However, when she came in to work early for once, it put Povi off.

Especially after the night before. Although she wasn't there herself, Povi knew that Iowa had gone out drinking. Surely someone as irresponsible as Iowa would have overdone it? It would certainly explain the scowl. But what it wouldn't explain was the sudden tightness of his clothing.

For as long as Povi had known him, Iowa never dressed properly for any professional environment. Even though forensics required a lab coat, it was always baggy on the shorter boy. But today, that not so short boy's arms were clearly straining the material.

"What the hell..."

"Iowa" paid no mind towards Povi and her gawking. Much like his sudden appearance change, he was far more serious today and started on work immediately. He hadn't even bothered to greet the other worker in the room, setting HER off too.

As his partner, Povi felt obligated to say something. But she found the absence of Iowa's goofy attitude to be very off-putting. Maybe even scary. Still, she couldn't be a coward forever, especially in the line of work she chose. Slowly, she approached the taller boy. But before she could say anything, "Iowa" grabbed her approaching hand without even looking at her.

"Some of us are trying to work. You can interrogate me later," he says before immediately releasing Povi's trembling arm.

In the sudden silence, only Povi's quickened breathing and the odd sound of fabric tearing could be heard. Not wanting to upset her far more muscular partner, Povi scurries away and out of Iowa's workspace. Of course, he doesn't spare her retreating form even a single glance.

Povi continued to back out before turning on her heel and searching for her superior. As a mere intern, that would be the detective that she worked under. The detective, who was sitting at her desk, looked up and immediately noticed the stressed look on Povi's face.

"Th-There's... What's wrong with Iowa?" Povi says, her voice trembling just as much as her legs. Even now, the blonde continued to use that obviously fake name. The detective blinks, glancing into the workspace. Even from the distance, the detective was able to see that the boy was hunched over far more than usual. Although, she didn't see the big deal in just that, clearly there was something more. He was definitely taller than he usually was. But the detective wouldn't put it past the boy to randomly wear heels one day. He was the type to be insecure.

"I don't want to work with him today! Please don't put us on the next case!"

It wasn't often that Povi put on requests. At least, not ones this drastic. Although the girl often looked uncomfortable when working with Iowa, she never outright stated that she didn't want to be partnered with him. Even though the detective wasn't sure what it was yet, she did know that something was clearly wrong. Nodding her head a bit, the detective distractedly approves Povi's request. At the same time, she slowly rose from her desk to get a better look at "Iowa."

The closer she got, the more it became apparent that the boy was going to loom over her at full height, which should be impossible from someone who could barely reach her chest a mere 24 hours ago. However, he hadn't JUST gotten taller. Although he was facing his work, the detective could still see that he looked older as well. Although the baby fat on his cheeks was still there, it was far less prominent now.

Iowa turned to face the staring detective with an uncharacteristically bored look.

"Can you move," He "asks," adding a "please" when he remembered that he was still a mere intern. Bewildered by the sudden change, the detective complies to his demand. However, as soon as she snaps back to reality, she comes closer again.

"You're not Iowa, are you?"

"Iowa's" eyes flicker past the detective and towards her partner waiting outside of the door. He sucks in a breath before standing to his full height. Just like the detective guessed, he was indeed taller than her.

"Iowa's taking a break," he says, his voice slurring a bit.

"Name's Chiono, I'll be taking over for now."

[eurotastic]

Eurovision reviews 2023- semi final 2

Here's some general information: I went to the London Eurovision preparty in April, and I had the best time, and for that reason, my opinions are partially based on the live performances that I saw there. As usual, I'm primarily basing my reviews on the song quality (do I want to listen to it outside of the competition?), and the preview videos for the staging - The full package that we're getting in the actual show. I'm also taking general fandom opinions into consideration with some of the songs, in case I think the fandom is overhyping or underrating an entry. I feel like I'm overexplaining the way I judge the songs, mostly it's just based on vibes, but the bottom line is that these are just my personal opinions and you're all free to send me anonymous hate mail if you disagree.

Denmark: Breaking My Heart - Reiley

When the EBU are deciding the running order for the semi finals, they're always giving the first spot to a strong, upbeat entry to make sure the audience gets hyped up. This is to prevent the viewers from getting bored and changing the channel when the show has barely even started. Out of all the songs available in the first half of this semi, Denmark seems like a decent pick to open the show. Not because it's good or anything, it's just slightly less awful than the rest of the songs we have to sit through.

4/10

Armenia: Future Lover - Brunette

The idea for this song is really good, I like that it's a slightly different take on a love song, and the instrumental production is fantastic. With that said, the lyrics are awkward as hell even though the basic idea was good, and the song feels disjointed and unfinished. She's singing that she's going to "be good, do good, look good", and she's only really succeding at looking good.

5/10

Romania: D.G.T. (Off and On) - Theodor Andrei

You know how everything you did at the age of 18 feels horrifically embarrassing in hindsight? Well, this kid gets to show all his incredible 18 year old ideas to the entire continent of Europe, in all his embarrassing 18 year old glory. He is talented, he is creative, and he has awful taste. It's the greatest unintentional comedy moment of the year for me.

1/10

Estonia: Bridges - Alika

Nice singing or whatever.

3/10

Belgium: Because of You - Gustaph

Is this the first time someone has walked that fucking duck on the Eurovision stage?

8/10

Cyprus: Break a Broken Heart - Andrew Lambrou

This is extremely boring but in a competent way. I don't like anything about it, but in this extremely shitty semi I'm at least willing to respect it just because there's nothing I dislike about it either.

5/10

Iceland: Power - Diljá

After I got home from London, I showed my sister a big slideshow of all the photos I took at the Eurovision preparty, and here's the thing: once I got to the photo of Diljá, I couldn't recognize her at all, despite watching her live just a few days earlier. I couldn't remember who she was, what country she was from or what her song sounded like. My mind was just blank, and I could not for the life of me remember who this person was. I had to google the full line up for the preparty just to figure out who she was. For the record, I didn't have any issues at all remembering any of the other singers.

She's just trying so hard on stage, running around all over the place, jumping up and down, shrieking her lungs out, to the point where it just gets exhausting to watch, and despite all of that, there's absolutely nothing to remember about it. It's a disaster.

2/10

Greece: What They Say - Victor Vernicos

I could listen to this song for 24 hours straight without remembering a single second of it afterwards.

2/10

Poland: Solo - Blanka

I think we're all familiar with the term "fanwank" - every year, there's a song that the fandom just loves even though it has very little appeal to the mainstream audience. The fanwank usually ends up getting eliminated in the semi, and the fandom acts all shocked even though anyone outside the fandom bubble could have seen it coming from a mile away. With Poland this year, we have the rare reverse fanwank- the fandom has convinced itself that this song is the worst thing to ever happen to Eurovision, even though it's just a decent, inoffensive pop song. It's fine, guys, this is literally fine.

6/10

Slovenia: Carpe Diem - Joker Out

I love how in this sounds like an early 2000s British indie rock song, in terms of instrumental production. Rock music in Eurovision usually sounds really overproduced to the point where the instruments are barely recognizable, but this one has fantastic guitar work that sounds like it's being played live. With that said, I hate that it's called "Carpe Diem", that's a really tired lyrical cliche that makes the whole song feel less interesting.

6/10

Georgia: Echo - Iru

This song is so meaningless that it's almost impressive - these lyrics don't have more content than a blank piece of paper. To make matters worse, she's doing this overly dramatic vocal performance without conveying any kind of recognizable human emotion besides "dramatic eurovision ballad", so I guess we'll never find out what they're going for here. I miss weird Georgia, can we have weird Georgia back next year?

2/10

San Marino: Like An Animal -Piqued Jacks

You know, when you're learning a new language, there's always that awkward stage where you're good enough at it that everyone understands what you're trying to say, but you're still bad enough that your wording gets unintentionally weird at times. At this stage, you might want to stay away from songwriting, or you'll end up with song lyrics like "I can smell you like an animal".

2/10

Austria: Who The Hell Is Edgar? -Teya & Salena

This song has both a fun gimmick and a serious message, so it's pretty much a perfect fan favorite. It's the only truly great song in this semi final. With that said, I need to nitpick the staging. It's too monochromatic and the dancers look too serious. They could have had way more fun with it, but it's whatever, I'm just being whiny.

8/10

Albania: Duje - Albina & Familja Kelmendi

I haven't had a single positive thing to say about this song until now, but comparing it to everything else in this garbage semi makes me appreciate it a little more. It's classic early 2000s Eurovision, it's dramatic and there's fire on stage. I guess this is fine.

4/10

Lithuania: Stay - Monika Linkytė

I keep seeing people in the fandom saying that all the moms in Europe will really like this one? Those people need to go apologize to their fucking moms immediately, because I don't understand why women would go for the most boring music possible just because they've had kids. What a fucking insult.

2/10

Australia: Promise - Voyager

The keytar is the only thing in this entire semi final that is making me feel real happiness.

8/10

[reidsaurora]

"Call Me On Your Way Home" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Y/N gets stuck at a party with Derek and needs a way home, she calls everyone's favorite boy genius to drive her home. Little did they know what their late night conversation would lead to...

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,646

Content Warning: mentions of panic attacks

Extra Notes: N/A

Genre: Fluff, sorta Colleagues to Lovers but more so Friends to Lovers

Based On the Song: "On Your Way Home" by Patrick Droney

Originally Written: 01/03/2022

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My heart was thumping loudly, my head was pounding, and my chest felt like it was closing in. I should've never agreed to come to this party with Derek.

I knew Derek meant well. He just wanted me to get out of the office and have some fun for once in a while. I knew he invited me so I could loosen up from the stresses of work, but somehow, going to that party brought on a whole new level of stress.

Somehow, I finally made my way out the metal door, taking a deep breath of cold, night air. I looked up at the sky in an attempt to distract myself from the panic attack I was having. I attempted to steady my breathing, trying to remember the breathing exercises my therapist taught me.

Finally, after a minute or so, my breathing had slowed down a little. My hands were still shaking pretty badly as I reached for my phone.

Who would I call to take me home? I couldn't ask Derek, he was probably flirting it up with some girl at the party. It was Saturday, so I couldn't call Garcia either, seeing as she went to weekly D&D nights on Saturdays.

That's when a voice rang out in my head, but not just any voice.

"No matter what time it is, I promise you can call me," was one of the first sentences Spencer ever told me once we'd officially become friends. It was then followed up with, "Call me on your way home so I know when you make it home safe and sound."

I shakily dialed Spencer's number, hoping and praying he'd pick up. I hated to call him this late at night, but that's what I get for letting Derek drive me.

I exhaled deeply as I heard the phone beginning to ring. I looked around to make sure I was safe, and then quickly dug through my bag to find my pepper spray in case I needed it.

"Y/N?" Spencer grumbled, having just woken up. His morning voice was so cute.

"Hey, Spencer," I replied nervously.

"Are you OK? You don't normally call this late," he pointed out.

"I know," I said, looking at my feet. "Um, I hate to bother you, but is there any chance you could pick me up?"

"You're not a bother. Where are you? Let me get changed and I'll be on my way."

"I'm at the corner of Brook Street and Nelson Street."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay safe, OK?"

I leaned back against the wall, I could feel my breathing speeding back up. I knew I was about to have another panic attack.

"Are you alright? Your breathing sounds off," he examined.

"You think I could keep you on the phone until you get here?" I asked, shaking my opposite hand as I spoke.

"Sure."

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About twenty minutes had passed and I finally saw Spencer's car pulling up. I was regretting going to a party in the busiest part of D.C, but luckily, there was a 24-hour cafe across the street, so I waited there until Spencer arrived.

I hung up the phone before walking out the door of the cafe. I was holding two cups of coffee, seeing as it was the least I could do after waking him up in the middle of the night. Spencer got out of the car before opening the door for me and taking the coffee.

"Sorry, I took so long," he apologized, closing the door behind me before quickly jogging to his side of the car.

"No, it's alright," I attempted to reassure him.

"You didn't have to get me anything, you know," he said as he buckled himself in.

"Who said it was for you?" I giggled.

The two of us continued talking as he drove off. It was refreshing and very needed, seeing as I hadn't gone on a late night drive in probably a year.

I took a moment to examine the situation. There was Spencer, who was in gray sweatpants and a Henley shirt. And then there was me: black party dress, sparkly heels, glitter in my hair, and smudged mascara. We looked like we belonged in two different universes, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

No matter what we talked about, Spencer and I always seemed to have the best conversations. We talked any and every chance we got. There were days where Hotch had to separate us on both cases and office work because we were distracted by talking to each other.

Somehow or another, we got off on the conversation of pets. I'd been thinking about getting a dog but decided against it, seeing as I had no one to leave it with when I was away on cases.

"Well then, what would you name a dog? Since Archie is such a bad name," I joked as he criticized my dog names.

"I think it depends on the breed and the personality of the dog. I mean, you wouldn't name a Jack Russell terrier 'Tsunami', would you? The same way you wouldn't name a rottweiler 'Cupcake', right?"

"You do have a point, I suppose," I agreed with his statement.

"OK, name a couple of dog breeds and I'll tell you what I'd name them."

I thought for a moment. "OK, how about a golden retriever?"

"Buddy."

"Aww, that's cute, Spence," I smiled.

"I can't tell if that's sarcasm or not," he said.

I giggled before going back to our previous conversation topic. "Alright, what would you name a basset hound?"

"Hmm, this might sound stereotypical, but I think I'd choose something like Hank."

"Alright, what about a miniature pinscher?"

"Hmm," he thought for a moment, "Scotty."

"Is that a Star Trek reference?"

"Maybe…" his voice trailed off. "What about you? What would you name a miniature pinscher?"

"I like Lucy," I answered.

"That's cute, I guess," he replied. "What would you name a husky?"

"Oh, I've thought about this one," I answered proudly, "Boris."

"Huh, that's what I was gonna say," he replied with a sort of strange smile.

"You know, huskies are my f-"

"Favorite dog breed."

I thought for a moment about what he said. I never realized just how much attention Spencer paid to the things I said. I talked all the time about dog breeds with Penelope, but I never knew Spencer heard me.

"Huh, that's strange that we both had the same name picked out," Spencer observed.

"Well then, I think it's settled. We should get a husky together and name him Boris," I joked, a large smile on my face.

"I agree," he smiled back.

☆☆☆

"You seriously don't have to walk me to the door," I reassured Spencer as we started our walk up to my third floor apartment.

"Are you kidding? After what happened to Elle and the fact that your apartment is right by the stairs, I wanna make sure you make it inside OK," he told me.

And so, we walked up the stairs in silence, other than the sounds of us taking in deep breaths of the night air.

After finally reaching my apartment, I unlocked the door and turned on the living room light.

"No signs of anyone here," I said.

"There could be someone hiding out in one of the other rooms," he stated. "Uh, maybe I should make sure there's no one here."

"Uh, OK."

Spencer walked into the apartment after me, quickly surveying my bedroom and the bathroom. My apartment was smaller, seeing as I lived alone, so there weren't many rooms where anyone could be hiding.

"All clear," he shrugged.

"Thank you," I replied before giving him a hug.

This hug seemed to linger a little longer than our normal hugs. He smelled nice, the way all men smelled when they'd just had a shower. The fabric of his shirt was soft against my skin.

"I'll see you Monday," he told me before exiting my apartment.

I closed the door behind him, letting out a sigh afterward.

"I love Spencer," I thought suddenly.

This was the first time I could remember thinking this. Sure, I pretty much knew I loved him, but this felt like the moment I finally let myself know it was true.

Ever since we'd started working together, I knew there was something special about our friendship, and now I knew exactly what it was.

Only about fifteen seconds passed before I heard a knock on the door. Sure that it was Spencer, I opened the door without even looking through the peephole.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"I don't like you living alone," he told me point blankly.

"Huh?"

"I think it would be wise for you to get a guard dog. In fact, 65% of convicted felons agree that a guard dog would've more than likely scared them away. And with the right breed, you -"

I cut him off by kissing him, knowing if I didn't, he would've continued on for hours. Not that I minded, I loved the sound of Spencer's voice, but I couldn't keep myself away from him any longer.

It only took about two seconds before he kissed back, immediately calming down once he realized what was happening. He tasted slightly like the coffee we'd been drinking earlier.

He pulled away shyly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. He had an awkward smile on his face like he was unsure of what to say next.

"I have a better idea," I stated, wrapping my arms around his stomach, "Since we both like the name Boris, why don't we just become roommates and get a husky together?"

"I am assuming by that kiss that we would be much more than roommates," he examined.

"Only if you wanna be."

"I wanna be, very much."

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[karumashadowchicken]

hiii! can i request a one shot story where the yandere (they see you as someone who needs to be protected 24/7) bau (original bau, you can include prentiss or elle, i don’t mind either or) reacts to the reader escaping them? like all of you have been living together and keeping the reader hostage somewhere and they escape successfully from the bau? ty!! ❤️❤️

I was just watching Criminal minds as I checked my Tumbler-

Here you go- I used she\her pronouns, but I can change them if you would like- Just message me and I'll edit a copy! :)

-I think that the yandere bau wouldn't keep y/n hostage, since they are FBI. Instead I think y/n would work with them. You might think that would put them in danger, but it really wouldn't.

-They would get to spend all their time with y/n, and Hotch would never let them on any dangerous missions. Not to mention they could always stay back, and have Garcia keep an eye on them.

-I feel like y/n would be less of an escape, and more of a plan to go off the grid, and hide away.

So, here we go!

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Escaping was tough. It had taken a lot of time, and planning. Luckily, no one had noticed, since you managed to plan it all in your head. It started with getting a burner phone, so you couldn't be tracked. Then getting a new car, after 'someone' had scratched your car. A nice car, that didn't have a tracker, or GPS.

You sold your house, opting to 'move in' with Garcia.

You even moved all your stuff into Garica's apartment. At this point, you were okay with leaving some things behind.

Then, you went to the store, and took that opportunity to leave.

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Garcia was working with some files on her laptop in her apartment. She barely looked up at the clock and noticed the time. That was weird, you should have been back by now.

Garcia struggled it off, and decided she would give you a few more minutes before calling you if you didn't get back by then. When 15 minutes more had gone by, she called you. Obviously getting no answer.

That's when she started to get worried, and called Morgan. He picked up the phone with a sigh, and made some dumb flirty remark. "Derek, have you seen y/n?" He shook his head, even though he was on the phone with her, "No, I Haven't. Why? Is everything okay?" Garcia checked to see if you had returned home yet. "Y/n left to go to the store, an hour and a half ago. She hasn't come back yet, and she won't answered her phone."

Derek replied calmly, "chill out Garcia, people go to the store, and sometimes it takes a few hours." Garcia interrupted his next sentence, "The store is right beside the apartment, it should have only taken 15 minutes! To walk there and back, maybe 20!"

Derek bit his lip, "You have a point, Don't get to worked up. I'll call Reid."

Derek called Reid who picked up the phone with a curious tone, "hey Morgan, I was just thinking-" Reid tired to explain some smart person theory before Derek cut him off. "Have you seen y/n?"

"Uh, nope, no. Why?" Reid asked shaking his head, and putting down his book.

"is everything okay with y/n?"

Derek sat down worriedly, "We can't find y/n. She won't pick up her phone."

Garcia and Derek got talking again, "do you think they ran away?"

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Lets clarify that they think y/n could never do anything wrong, and needs to be protected. even when they find you, they'll act like you were kidnapped. Even if you tell them you ran away, they won't belive you. Saying "I know your scared, it's okay now>"

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Once they found that no one knew where you went, they quickly dropped whatever case they were working on. A missing FBI agent is priority number one.

I guess you thought you hide well, but they still found you. In a new apartment you bought three towns over. They broke down the door, convinced someone was holding you hostage. Deciding to play along with it would be your best decisions, if you don't want them to be very prohibiting with you.

Hotch, and Derek would have broke into your apartment and searched it for any unsub's, while Reid would quickly rush over to you. Reid would let Garcia know they found you, and that your okay, but it would seem that the person holding you captive had gotten away.

Your best bet would to keep quiet. They'll ask what the unsub looked like, and you would say something basic, like White, male, black hoodie, with brown hair, and brown eyes.

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After they made sure you were safe, they never you leave to go anywhere by yourself. Derek, Reid, or even Hotch would go visit family with you. They would tell everyone that you were kidnapped, and that's why they need to keep an eye on you, because they never caught the guy.

In the end you kinda helped them, keep you 'captive' a bit better. Now they have a reason to hold you in a tighter grasp.

I hope you liked the story, sorry that its so vague. I'm waiting on a Covid-Test and I'm kinda worried.

[noroi1000]

Cupid's embrace (Gojo Satoru x reader)

You have been touched by the technique of the curse of love. Longing and love for a stranger led to death. But you found yourself falling in love with Gojo Satoru by this technique. It was not permanent.

Tw: sexual contents

Cw: 2K

You breathed in his scent when only you could hug him. You felt the need to be next to him. Feeling him.  But he knew something was wrong. You wouldn't let him hug you like that. Even if he wanted to do so more than once, there was no chance for him to spend an evening like that. You knew he was just crazy for you. A man considered to be a womanizer cannot live without one person.  He was going out with someone sometimes and he wouldn't let you. He was controlling you all the time. And you were a civilian. An independent and strong woman with a fairly good life. He appeared, and things slowly started to change. From ordinary days to your feelings. He was a friend, but he wasn't as close as he would have liked.  So now that you've been cursed, he's more than pleased with the results. He will be drawn to the first person you touch and sees.  That's what Ieiri told him when he drove you to his place. He was worried about your half-conscious state, but you were okay. Nothing but a hazy mind.  He finally met a love curse.  Cursed spirit of love that did damage. People hit by his energy felt an irresistible desire for human love. And this in most cases was associated with accidentally falling in love, as well as suicide attempts after rejecting a stranger. The curse confused people. Cupid's embrace.  Jujutsu technique. It is enough for the curse to hug the victim and mark her. Then the victim will be charmed for 24 hours. In love with a random person. It is impossible to get rid of it without a person who will love you back. This was rarely the case because the spirit had a mind of its own. He scanned people for a man who was not in love. No steam in life. This time it happened to you.  Only you had someone who loved you, but you weren't sure if you loved him. It was a miracle that he found you. Near an amusement park where there weren't many people. But he was always watching you, so why would he leave it now? Forever with you. He knew the pink glow of your eyes when it briefly replaced your natural eye color. It appeared for a while and then disappeared. And at that moment, he also noticed a slight flush on your face as he approached and hugged you. You pushed your head into it to smell it. Feel his warmth. It's this curse's fault.  He wanted it, but it was a different behavior. And that's what he took you to Ieiri for. And there he already found out everything.  He wished he had exorcised the curse. He could use it on you over and over. Make you love him. But he was content for this one day. He has hours left with you. He won't waste it. "S'toru..." You groaned as you rubbed your face against his pillow.  You were in his house. In his bed. Dressed in his clothes and washed in his soap and shampoo. Something he had wanted for a long time. You smelled of him. So sweet. Even seductive . Your bathing was the most enjoyable. He could hold you and touch you as you cuddled up to his naked belly as he sat on the edge of the bath when you sitting in the bath. He thought you had a fever. You kept calling his name and fidgeting when he wasn't there. When he came, you calmed down instantly. immediately He could feel the warmth emanating from you. Your heat. You had a red face and glassy eyes. Something he thought was beautiful. "Toru!" You groaned again for him to come to you.  He came suddenly and immediately sat down next to you, stroking your hair. Your head automatically exploded into his lap and you pressed against him, absorbing his touch. "I'm here baby." he said lovingly stroking your cheek with his fingers. You groaned as you pressed your forehead against his belly. At the time, he wondered what kind of a curse it was. Whether amorous or more sexual. But it couldn't be that way, since you had no urge to him other than a hug. He also wondered if you would hit him like you always would if he tried to kiss you. But judging by your condition, he might try. He grabbed your arms and wrapped them around you as he lifted you up. "S'toru..." He chuckled softly. "Sweet"  He pulled you closer, and more

convinced that he would be close, you grasped his arms with your hands. His smiling face moved closer to yours and at first he gently brought your lips together. And as you didn't push him away, he began to deepen it deeper and deeper.  At one point he grabbed your jaw with his hand and parted your mouth, holding his chin with his fingers. His tongue brushed your lip before it dug in, immediately exploring the warm cavity. There was no place where his wet muscle was not. You felt him shifting. You weren't thinking clearly, and that made you even more behind the fog.  You groaned against his mouth as you felt the warmth spread through your body. Even stronger than before. His hands tightened around you, and he wouldn't let go. He reached farther than he thought he would ever get. He grabbed your butt and rubbed it before stroking your inner thigh, then grabbing the hem. But as soon as he wanted to reach further, he suddenly pulled away.  So are the hands and the mouth. He grunted sadly and you slipped back to his touch. But he didn't repeat the same. You looked at him with a voice saying "why don't you touch me anymore?"  "...Toru..." "Baby I know, but I don't wanna do something when you're unaware. I want you to know fully about everything I do to you and everything I feel." "P-Please..." you muttered with a trembling voice and red face. "It's an aphrodisiac, honey. I know you don't want this. At least not so..." "Sato–" "Come here." he said, lying on his back on the bed.  Clenching your hands on the sheet, you grabbed quickly and pulled up to him.  You felt the heat. You were so hot. He kept you cold. You needed him. If it wasn't for him, you would feel like you were boiling. It was so nice and good with him.  He, too seemed pleased. You lay down on his chest, gently kissing his exposed collarbones.  He grunted softly but was happy you continued. Hugging him, kissing his skin. Lying on he. Everything was so great he didn't want it to end. He was glad he had at least a few more hours with you like that. You've done everything. Bath, eating, and now resting together. He didn't want to end this. He didn't want you to not want to be next to him again. He loves you, you don't. And as long as you loved him, even if you was cursed, he didn't want it to change. He wanted you to be his and give yourself over to him. He did not resist his love.  The subtlety of your touch on his skin was perfect. He felt you breathing and you moved on it. You grabbed his clothes and pulled yourself closer to him. To his face. And when your lips touched his jaw, he wasn't sure if he was going to be happy... You weren't doing it of your own free will. You were under a curse. What if he feels guilty after that?  He doesn't want to force you to do something right now, but he would like more. He could convince you to himself when you are in one mind, not when you don't know who you really are. To give you a touch and tenderness that he never gave you. But he couldn't do much. Not now. He must know you want it.  And that made no sense... He put his hand on your cheek and pulled it into a kiss.  The least he could do.  Feeling you return it, he felt relieved that he was the first you saw after encountering the curse. If not him, who would you love?  Fortunately he was close to you. However, when he heard about your meeting in the cafe with a friend, he was concerned that it might not really be a friend. He was jealous and crazy.  And the worst thing for him was that you were walking alone on a not very busy street. And that's where he saw you barely conscious. And your eyes were beautiful when they went straight to his face. You looked at him with admiration and love. Like never before. He wasn't aware of anything that happened to you at the time. Later he found out, and that made his jaw drop.  And yeah, because of that, you lay on him sharing a kiss so passionate he might think it wasn't you. He shared every touch. If you touched, he doesn't lag behind.  But he had to hold back from doing something else. He refrained

from touching you in any other way. No matter how much he wanted it. How much he wanted it. You are not sufficiently aware of the world around you.  Even if he had a chance to mark you as his now.  He still had a modicum of humanity in him, as well as kindness and compassion. He can't use you.  Even after your words, he was able to find something in himself... "Satoru... I want to be closer..." You groaned into his mouth.  His breathing quickened for a moment and his heart beat faster. His thoughts were changing. He reached farther. But when he tightened his hand on your side, he didn't go any further.  In order not to destroy your psyche more than now, or when you find out about what you did and what you wanted.  "Let's go to sleep. Okay?" he said with a small smile. Before you could speak, he kissed your forehead and rolled over to hold your body against his.  "Toru..." "I know, honey. I love you."  He said all this, but knew that when he woke up you could be your old self. You were attacked at 5pm. Now is 4am. He took care of you as long as he could. But he can't keep you from sleeping. He saw your tiredness.  If he sleeps too long, the beautiful hours will be over. If you sleep, he won't have the heart to wake you up.  A curse can last shorter or longer. I don't want to think about it as going to be shorter. And he would also like you back the way you were before. Because he fought for that (y / n). Not like this.  But with that thought he closed his eyes and tightened his hands on you. With the idea of ​​never letting go again. He tangled your legs and also put his head on yours.  He would like it to last forever. What he feared has happened. He woke up early. You also. You have a few more hours to go. But it stopped working. Your wide eyes a nd furrowed brow spoke of it. He felt a little guilty looking at you. "I can explain it." he said sadly and loosened his grip on you. "Explain what?! You are–." "Dumb and insane. And you will never want me. You always say that..." he muttered. "I had to. It's a curse. If I hadn't been with you, you would have died." "You know how you act isn't normal!" you hit his arm to make him let go. "I want you to love me (y/n)." "But you-!" He didn't let you finish. "I want you to love me as I love you..." He silenced you and shoved you into his chest. He was still hugging you. You wanted to protest, but felt a warmth spread through your chest. So suddenly and so nice. Its scent penetrated your nostrils, calming you down. Each curse leaves a mark. It leaves you with a feeling of security and love. It told you to empathize with him. It showed that his scent was something you will never forget. And this will show you that this fragrance characterizes good. Love, security and his. Only him. 

That's why you came closer instead of going away.

[dienamights]

Ex’s and O’s | K.Bakugou

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader.

» Word count: 6.7K

» Genre: hurt/comfort, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

» Summary: Its bad enough that you’re spending your ex-boyfriend’s birthday curled up in bed, wearing his merch, drinking away your sorrows, but what’s even worse is having your eardrums pierced by the blaring music upstairs at the party thrown just for him.

» Warning(s):  Smut 18+ MDNI please, hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol, dubcon since reader is under the influence while getting dicked down, drunk sex, oral sex and fingering (female receiving, we getting fed tonight), one pussy slap lol, manipulation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

» Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I’m actually pretty excited about posting this fic! First of all, its Bakuhoe’s birthday! and what better way to honor it than to feed you all some good ol angst sprinkled in with some good dickin’ down. Its been years since I’ve written smut and I’m actually really fuckin proud of it, yet real nervous but I hope you enjoy! Secondly, this fic is a part of Bakugous Birthday Bash! I’m so excited to read everyone’s work, thank you everyone for holding this event and allowing my ass participate to create this with you all ♡ be sure to read everyone’s contributions, I know it’ll be more than amazing since everyone worked so hard!

Happy Birthday to our favorite King Explosion Murder♡♡

Lastly, I wanna thank everyone for their support and helping me reach 200 followers already! You guys are the cutest thing ever and I promise I’ll update more frequent the minute I’m out of uni late june fml, thank you @tteokdoroki for giggling with me when i wrote cock for the first time lol

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Rolling out of bed and flailing onto the floor as a start of your day ensures you that the following 24 hours will ultimately suck ass. Getting up and readying yourself for the day by looking through one of your cardboard boxes for your favorite Dynamight hoodie, the back of your mind keeps nagging you, trying to remind you of something buried deep in your subconsciousness, and you have half a heart to try and remember, because for some odd reason, you feel so fucking weary, as if the few steps from your bed to your bathroom are somehow now endless miles, almost making you breathe out in relief after finally reaching it.

And as you are making your coffee, that odd feeling keeps annoying you again, prodding at your brain to remember something, something. And ultimately, that's when your eyes fall to the counter. You knew this day was coming and you were dreading it for months, so as you look at the calendar on your kitchen counter, you frown, the quote of the day you always love reading so much long forgotten when your eyes fall on the date. 

“You’ve gotta be kiddin' me.” You mumble at the calendar on your counter hatefully with furrowed eyebrows, as if it would either reply or change its date, it doesn’t do either, and your lips curl downwards even further. As in immediate response, you pick up your phone, your coffee pot tossed aside as you dial the number of the only person you could think might help you right now.

“G’morning y/n -” you hear Kendo’s voice through your phone, and you honestly want to sob right then and there, but you hold yourself, barely and speak over her overly cheery voice first thing in the goddamn morning. “It's Kats- Bakugou’s birthday” you whimper at the slip up, being so used to the first name basis you were in with your now ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, was kinda hoping you would’ve forgotten.” She sighs, tugging at her bangs and pulling back her phone to check the time. “Tell you what, I get off work in an hour, then I’m spending the day with you. I’ll get tequila, I know you love your shots.” 

“Ken, it's like 10 right now..” you can’t help but pout, having alcohol in your system as an escape to help you forget about the entire day still sounding better than the urge to cry and crawl into a hole, even if it's at the start of your day. “Y'know what? Get those gummy worms I like too.” “Bet.” you hang up with a sigh, moving back to the kitchen to sift through your bubble wrapped kitchen utensils, barely forcing yourself to prepare breakfast as to not have your liquor on an empty stomach.

You loathe the fact that you remembered his birthday, always reminded of him no matter how long ago since you’ve last seen him, being the center of the media’s attention for years as the number 6 hero in japan has its perks, well, in his case, but to you? Nothing but trouble and heartache as every channel you flip through plasters his face, whether it be about some big rescue mission he partook in or a new rumor about a potential lover to the explosive hero, followed by him almost attacking a reporter, yelling to them about ‘needing to mind yer goddamn business and keep my fuckin’ name outta your mouths’. Therefore, you opted long ago to stay away from the TV to avoid seeing him, his captivating rubies for eyes, covered by that goddamn mask you like to push up to his forehead, sweeping his bangs away and exposing his sweaty forehead that he bumps against yours as he makes love to you, still in his hero costume, all battered and dusty and so incredibly hot you have to- 

You grip your coffee mug tighter, almost to the point of breaking the handle off of it, placing it rather roughly onto the table before pushing your food away, appetite gone with the thought of whatever paradise you were thinking you were in before now long gone and never coming back, all because of you, of your action, of your mistake.

Kendo walks in with a bright smile on her face, as if her overly cheerful attitude will balance out the void you’re slowly but surely falling in. She shakes the bag of snacks in your face as you blink your eyes back into focus. Dragging your heavy feet across the floor to get to your kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses. Only kissing her cheek in thanks when you snatch away whatever it is she brought with her to lift your mood.

She eyes the boxes by your kitchen, the four placed haphazardly in your living room and the one you're using as a stool while filling your shot glasses, tongue sticking out to try and fill each one to the brim without spilling any on the new coffee table that she failed to notice before is still wrapped in bubble wrap that prevent any damage during the moving process.

“y/n…” you hum in response, a frown falling on your lips as the third glass spills a bit and the liquid pools on the plastic.

“Don't you think that you should’ve probably unpacked a while ago? Hasn't it been, what, five months?” 

“I didn't know you were gonna come here to harass me about my life choices, Kendo”

She flinches away, your tone venomous, almost feeling it as a slap to her face, before leaning in when she sees your eyes start to water.

“If I did, that just means it's true… that just means it happened, and I did the stupidest thing- you know what,” you wipe the few tears that managed to escape away with the sleeve of your sweater, looking down at the shots in front of you. “It, it doesn't matter anymore just- can I just drink and try to forget about how my life has gotten nothing but fucking worse since the day I left him?”

You questioned your worth that one time, that one time all those months ago. Thinking that by doing what you did and leaving, he’d drop everything and run behind you, chase after you and win you back, but he didn't, and as you sit surrounded by the evidence of how much of a failure you find out you are without him, you regret ever questioning it, ever questioning him. Because to you, living in denial was so much better than whatever hell this is.

So all you could think of is to just drown yourself in alcohol until your mind is too numb to think of the possibilities of how you could have avoided this, how you could’ve been a less of shitty person, and stop imagining how your life would be now if you just swallowed all your insecurities and just stayed. Despite the neglect, despite not being prioritized, because in some weird twisted way, those lies held you with warmth that you were never able to find after uncovering the ugly truth you’re living in right now. 

You lay on your living room floor, the alcohol swirling in your system and clouding your vision as you trace imaginary shapes in your ceiling, the voice of Kendo muffled as she rambles on and on about her day, the amount of outlaws she bitch slapped - a term she uses to get a laugh from you - and how she considers herself the unluckiest being in the whole world for having Monoma as a partner of all people, seriously contemplating who she should beat up first between him and the villains.

“Must be nice,” you voice, low and slow, scared of how Kendo would react to what you’re about to say, yet your intoxicated self unable to stop your mouth from uttering the words. “To have a purpose in life, to not be quirkless and lost like us.” your face twists in an ugly scowl at your ceiling, but mostly to yourself for putting a downer on whatever mood your friend is trying so hard to build, proven by the hitch of her breath before she enters your peripheral vision when she leans over you, all upside down and pouty.

“What’re you talki-” the shrill ringtone of her phone breaks you away from each other as she leaps to fetch it and silence the god forsaken thing by answering the call. “Battle Fist here, yes sir, I was partnered up with Phantom Thief for the patrol at area B, n-no sir I wasn’t informed.” Kendo breaths out in irritation, pinching the bridge of her nose as she starts tapping her feet aggressively on the floor, eyes falling onto yours when you look up at her all weary and sad, knowing what she would tell you once she hangs up. “That dumbass is gonna be the end of me I swear.” She crouches down to your level and kisses your forehead, promising to be back in the morning with hangover food, before she leaves and locks the door behind her. 

Now you’re left all alone, back aching from laying on the hardwood floor and eyes watering as you feel your loneliness eating you up inside, the god awful music thumbing loudly in your ears followed by the cheer of people as you-

Music?

You sit up abruptly, groaning at the dizziness of the swift movement as your hands fly to cover your ears, a failed attempt of ensuring your brain doesn’t begin to spill out from them, because of the loud voices, the bass shaking your entire fucking apartment by how strong it is, and you curse yourself for falling for the scheme the landlord pulled you in, paying half of the rent everyone did, just because you lived right below the penthouse that hosted the loudest parties in the area, 4 days out of the fucking week. 

The money hungry shameless bastard praised the apartment the minute it spiked your interest all those months ago, selling it so well you actually moved in the next week, anything to stop feeling like a burden to Kendo as you couch-surfed her apartment. Only to realize within that first week from your downstairs neighbors that he rents the penthouse to host parties of all sorts, and due to its location in the city, it was pretty popular, yet you didn’t have the money to move out again, nor the heart to concern your friend with your problems, as she was a hero with other responsibilities aside from taking care of your hopeless self.

So you get up, barely gathering yourself onto that elevator to tell off whoever the fuck will answer the door first to turn the music down. You pound the door with your fist repeatedly the minute you reach it, the door opening so suddenly you almost punch the man standing in front of you in the chest, the cool air created from the door cooling your warm cheeks as you squint at your victim for the day.

“Welcome!”

“Listen here, you buttfaced moron” you start to chew the person’s ear out, your sight blurring yet still able to notice how bright his hair is, how fiery and familiar it looks, and you’re certain you’ve seen it somewhere before. “I’m trying to drink away my regrettable life choices and cry over my ex-boyfriend, so if you would just turn down the-”

“y/n?” oh, that’s where. Your stomach drops as Kirishima looks down on you, the bright smile he flashed to whoever he was welcoming now dropped with his eyes almost bulging out at your presence, you both stand in silence, the boy unbuttoning the collar that suddenly feels like it has a chokehold on him while you cross your arms and hope the floor would swallow you a floor down back into the comfort of your home.

Kirishima basically is shutting down the second his eyes lay on you, breaking a sweat as your eyes never waver, despite how you fail to stay standing straight, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey we’re throwing a birthday party for your ex-boyfriend because he's been feeling depressed from the day you dumped his ass’ ? No!  He wouldn’t do that to his friend, but what was he gonna say now?

Well, he didn’t have to really think about what to say to you, because his other friend didn’t hesitate to push him forward, slurring something along the lines of ‘lettin the hot ladies in so they can take a look at the prettier blond, aka moi’. In his moment of panic, the redhead stumbles forward, his cup slipping from the tips of his fingers and meeting its doom by the floor, whatever was filling it now staining your pants as you both look at the mess between you.

“Woah bro, we said you gotta get’er wet but not- '' Denki's cackle stops him from continuing whatever filth he was gonna spew out - thankfully - before his eyes drop down to your chest, or more like what was covering it. “Hey! You a Dynamight fan? Hey Bakuhoe, comere for a sec.” 

Dear God, move, for the love of all that's pure in this god forsaken world, move! Run!

All you could do is shake and breathe in short segments as your widened eyes meet his unamused ones, the garnets in his eyes glistening at your sight, he stands straight and so tall, suited up in his usual attire. Dressed for the occasion, words aren't able to describe his beauty. You try not to let your brain be dazzled by how incredibly handsome he looks. He is wearing a dress shirt, in the deep color of wine that complements his eyes, dress pants hugging his long legs, not to mention the open collar, and no tie. He looks like a long, lean Lothario. 

At that your eyes drop down to the floor, specifically the now stained carpet, your hands wrenching the end of your hoodie to distract yourself from the piercing rubies that haunts your dreams.

You build up some courage, enough of it to lift your head to continue what you came here to do, so you open your mouth, and drop a few IQs while you’re at it. “The m-music is loud and m’tryin’ to sleep,'' you mumble, noting how Kirishima leans down to make up the words you are saying over the sound of the blaring music while Bakugou narrows his eyes at you as if disregarding his sight will make him hear you better. “So, if you could turn down the heat, that’d be,” 

“You squiffed?” The blond grunts, leaning his face close to yours to inspect it, and he catches a whiff of alcohol in your breath, his eyebrows furrowing at your response. “No I'm not squinting-” 

“Yeah you’re drunk alright,” he huffs at your less than intelligent reply, pushing his glass of whiskey - you figure since it's always been his drink of choice - against Kirishima’s chest, telling him to lower the fucking volume and grabs you by your bicep. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” you stumble at the force used against you, no matter how weak it actually is, before you barely straighten yourself to push his hand away. “I can walk down all by myself, thank you.” Of course you’d expose where you live, you dumbass.

He doesn’t question your integrity, just continues to basically drag you to the elevator before pushing your apartment door open when you choose your floor, irked to find your misplaced trust in the people of the complex by not locking your door after leaving. He barges into your bedroom and tells you to change out of your fucked up pants and proceeds to saunter to your kitchen to get you water, eyeing the boxes that he comes across during that small trip.

He stands awkwardly by the door when he sees you standing in the middle of the bedroom, sifting through countless moving boxes with your pants on the floor, thrown next to a pile of clothes that he can only assume that its supposed to be your laundry ‘basket’, until you opt against wearing any since you can't seem to find anything to replace them. And when he asks you if you just moved in, his expression sours when you shake your head no and explain to him that you’ve been living for months in this space, after chugging that cup of water like you’ve been parched for days.

“Birthday party?” You ask out of the blue as you play with the strings of your hoodie, your ears perking up at the confirmation hum you receive. “Hmm, thas’cool… I-I guess.” 

Bakugou’s impassive as he gently pushes you onto your bed, eyes meeting yours as he covers you up with your blanket. “Get some rest, I’m leaving.” He said, slowly stalking away from you and barely reaching your door as your big mouth talks on its own. Your body sitting up and facing his retreating back.

“That's what you always do, you always leave”, you utter and you see him stiffen his shoulders before he spins to face you, so fast you almost want to check up on him about getting a whiplash.

“Hah?” it's one syllable, but it shakes your very core, that one sound making you almost shake, overwhelmed by the amount of emotions, the amount of pain that one sound has. He steps closer to your bed, the stomps of his feet sounding like gun shots in your ear, and you pathetically lift up the blanket to cover yourself up, cowering behind it like it's some pseudo shield that might protect you from him.

“I’m the one that leaves?” he growls at you, his eyes sizing you up when you react to his forceful approach, leaning back to look down on you, but his lips are still curled in a frown, he tries to hold himself from blowing up at you, his feelings oddly enough still raw in his chest the moment he lay eyes on you the first time since you left, threw him away and walked away, probably finding someone better, probably finding someone who you tolerated, unlike himself, but when he sees you straighten up your back to rebuttal him, an automatic response to whenever he raised his voice at you from all those years ago, he knows he is in for a fight. 

He snarls when you nod at him, your eyes hard and glaring up at him, not knowing that your silence is by your better judgement since you don't trust your voice, knowing it’ll fail you, probably crack and show him how much he actually is affecting you by his closed off posture and demeaning look down at your frame.

“Real fuckin’ rich of ya, y/n.” He snaps back, his hands brought up to his hair, tugging at it. “As if you didn’t pack your shit,” he kicks at yet another cardboard box fucking spewed in your room, noting its heavy weight when it didn't move but an inch by his action. “Dropped your keys by the fuckin’ door,” as an emphasis, he throws your apartment key at you, making sure it doesn’t actually hit you, but falls onto your lap. “And left. Without a single fuckin’ word, like I'm some lowlife who didn't deserve an explanation, like I didn't deserve anything! And-” that hurt, goddamn it. 

Exhaling deeply, he focuses on how your eyes look a little less glossed over, a little more sober, but holding fear, and he almost steps back and out when he looks at how you’re fighting tears, almost wanting to bust his own kneecaps than to see you like this, always wanting nothing for you but to be happy, to never upset about anything no matter how small it might be.

Then why did you leave him? Left him to drown by his lonesome self, waves of his insecurities and sorrow crashing into him, pulling him even further down to his inevitable doom.

Despite the fact that you both yearn for each other, long to feel one another, engulf yourselves in the others presence. You both stand your ground, eyes glaring despite the emotions hidden behind them, mouths shut and curled into ugly scowls regardless of the words you wish to speak to each other, whispers of promises into each other's ears about being together forever, in spite of not knowing what the future holds.

Bakugou breathes out again, recalling all those months worth of coping mechanisms to exercise when placed in anger inducing situations like this one, the time in therapy spent to better himself, to control himself, to be the best version of himself, for you, hoping that one day you’ll pity him enough to want to come back, knowing full well he would never hold a grudge against you and welcome you back with open arms, intending to never repeat whatever it is he did that made you think of him as so unbearable you couldn't spent another day with him.

You on the other hand, are barely holding in the tears, wanting him to just leave your sight, so you can go back to the world of denial where he didn't look like straight out of a magazine, looking as captivating as always, as if your absence did not have an effect on the hero, of course it wouldn't, why would a quirkless extra have an effect on the great Katsuki Bakugou, that's what he used to call them, right?

“Just leave, Bakugou-” his ears pick up the way your voice breaks at his name, the way you utter it sounds so horrendous, because you aren’t meant to call him Bakugou, you’re meant to call him Katsuki, Katsu, Suki, your Suki. Not- “I hate you.”

The room suddenly spirals. The floor panels misalign themselves into zigzags. Bakugo’s eyes shatter like a glass window. He tries to hold himself against the tears that threaten to fall, stomach wrenching as if reaching from inside of his body, but it’s useless. He brings his hand up close to his chest and sinks his head, letting the words overtake him.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, you pile whatever courage you have left in another attempt to ask him to leave, aware that your body wouldn’t aid you in pushing him away physically, you open your mouth, only to gasp after a moment of silence when he pounces on you and grabs you by the neck, sliding a hand behind your head and leaning your face impossibly closer to his “you fuckin’ hate me? show me you hate me then,”

Then he's pressing his lips against yours, your half foggy mind all too surprised by the flow of motion you can only try to keep up with his feverish kisses, you try to pull away, to push him away, to no avail, Bakugou only stopping his assault on your lips to growl at them again “Show me then, hah?” 

But he wouldn't even let you, his grasp on your neck loosening to circle around your back to push you to him even more. His kisses get more and more aggressive, trying his best to show you how much he was hurt by what you said, by what you did, after all this time, almost begging you to not let him have to voice out whatever he’s feeling because he would do so much of a worse job than he is doing now.

The hands you placed on his chest in a failed attempt to push him away are now just placed over his pecs, welcoming their warmth and the way they flex under your touch, your right hand clenching over where his thumping heart is, and he almost sighs in relief, the movement feeling like it holds together all the broken pieces of his heart to make it whole again.

Almost like that gesture calmed him down, Bakugou’s rough touches start to soften, very caring as they glide to your hips before sliding underneath your - oh my God it's your special edition Dynamight hoodie! His amused chuckle tickles your lips as he pulls away when he feels you stiffen at the realization, barely letting you breathe in ease until he places his lips against your ear. “Love how m’still the only one sprawled over yer tits.”

“But I still want the real thing, lemme see ‘em, hm?” And just before throwing a dumb retort and embarrasing yourself even further, the article is tugged eagerly off of your body and thrown haphazardly on the floor. Earning yourself a low whistle when he realises you’re wearing nothing underneath. Bakugou all but shoves you onto the bed, spreading your legs when you try to rub them against each other for any friction, wedging his body neatly between them as his teeth gently bite your soft buds, pulling them slightly before captivating the nipple entirely.

His tongue flicks against your hardening nipple while keeping a watchful eye at the sinful expressions your face makes, his one hand toying with and twisting the other nipple while the other slides down to tease your needy cunt, pressing his fingers against your -fucking soaked- panties, swearing under his breath at the feeling of your walls trying to clench around his fingers just from that one movement. Sitting on his haunches, he lifts your hips with ease to pull your panties right off, eyes travelling between your heaving chest and your exposed pussy. Before lowering himself and finding comfort in biting and sucking your nipples again.

Bakugou’s smirk grows with your moans as his tongue dances over your sensitive nipples, he presses his finger against your walls, and you immediately keen at the prodding feeling that almost feels foreign after all this time apart. His thumb pushing your pussy lip to the side to see you suck his finger in like the good girl he knew you always were.

“Ba-ba-ba,” you struggle to talk, your drool collecting at your lips, stopping you from forming any words as you feel a breeze hit your spit covered tits, whining at the feeling and wanting him to pull your nipples in the warm cavern of his mouth again. Bakugou’s eyes focus on the spit line connecting his bottom lip to your nipple before disconnecting it to smash his lips against yours in an effort to shut your blabbering up.

“Ba-ba, what? y’better not be callin’ me Bakugou with my fingers deep in yer pussy baby, its Katsuki for you, yeah?” he taunts with a fake pout that immediately turns into a grin at the way you hold your pathetic sobs, pressing another finger in your tight cunt, reveling in the wet sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of it, soaking his fingers in your slick as he curls them, eager to hear the squelching sounds it would make when his cock is shoved deep inside you. “Or better yet, lemme hear you say Suki, hmm?”

“Suki- p-please, eat me out” you throw your head back and bring your hands down to play with your clit, showing him where you want his lips to be, as if the blond doesn't already know where it is, and he scoffs at the thought, slapping your hand away and giving another slap to your clit, earning a moan from you from the sharp pleasurable pain.

“Yea, yea I fuckin’ know already, needy slut,” he growls, keeping eye contact as he circles your clit with his tongue before sloppily eating out your cunt, making a mess of both drool and your arousal, mumbling “my needy slut.” to himself, and you do hear it, yet you brush it off with the thought that your lust must be messing with your brain.

Your chest still flutters at his words and your walls clench in on his fingers as he curls them again in a way you didn’t know would make you yelp like it did. He thrives off of how your body responses so easily to him, your back arching and the squelching getting louder as his fingers pick up speed, his tongue so skillful in drawing circles around your clit before sucking it again. A whine escapes you when he draws his head away from you, only for you to see the way his eyes darkens, his chin glistening from your arousal when it catches the light.

“Let go for me princess,” he whispers uncharacteristically, making you question if the glint in his eyes is from his desire for you or something else. “Lemme see you fall apart for me, alright?” the way he’s almost begging you to come undone for him takes you by surprise, and your body curls in on itself so fast, not realizing your orgasm was creeping up on you until it hits you. The knot in your stomach breaks as you gush around his fingers, white crossing your vision as he slows his pace to help you come down from your high. 

Your shuddering body lays on your bed, eyes unwavering as they meet Katsuki’s, his fingers stuffed in his mouth as he moans around them at your taste. It's all a blur after seeing that unravel, and you’re so woozy that you don’t register him discarding his clothes until he lays above you. Placing himself between your legs as he pumps his cock, hardened from seeing you fall apart on his tongue and fingers, his tip leaking precum and burning a bright red.

His movement is almost too quick for you as he dips his head into your leaking hole before pulling right back, a breathless chuckle escaping him when you whine and roll your hips and try to suck him in again, wanting to feel the stretch of him inside of you.

“Didja wanna say somethin’ princess?” he taunts you, one of his hands holding you down by your stomach while the other is wrapped around his length, teasing you in the ways that he knows drive you crazy, he leans in, using the tip of his cock to spread your pussy lips open and running it along your slit to coat it with your arousal.

“Katshu, p-please I-” you hiccup, your fists tightening on your bed sheet as you try to rock your hips up get more than just his leaking tip, but your begging is always interrupted when he isn't hearing what he wants you to say.

“Say you love me.”

You freeze at his demand, your widening eyes looking up at him before you pout your lips, not thinking about surrendering to him, no matter how much you want your cunt stuffed full of him right now.

“I don’love yooou-” you gasp as katsuki’s grip onto your waist tightens and you feel as he gives a thrust into your sopping cunt, arching your back at the burning stretch of being filled up by his thick cock. Katsuki’s hand traces down your left thigh before cupping behind your knee, hiking your leg up and out, close to your chest to expose more of yourself to him, wanting nothing more than to see his dick seething in and out of your tight pretty pussy, and by almost muscle memory, you did the same thing with your right leg, replacing his hands with your own, presenting yourself to him.

“Y’see that? Fuckin’ know you like the back of m’hand, y’think someones gonna- ah, take the fucking time to work you like I did?” he's right, absolutely right, he ruined you for any other potential lovers and he loved it with every fiber in his being, knowing this means you’re always going to be wrapped around his finger. You moan as he pushes more of himself into you, bottoming out and holding one of your tits and squeezing when he feels your walls do the same to his cock.

You hate it, after all this time, you���re still a blubbering mess the second he was one fucking inch deep in your pussy, sucking him in and clawing at his back begging for more. No self respect, no dignity, you hate it, how come after all this time he gets to come here and fuck you like you belong to him, like you’ve belonged to him despite everything that has happened.

You only realize that your eyes are closed when Katsuki’s breath hits your face, and you open them wide, noting how wet your lashes have gotten from your tears, only for him to kiss at the tears gliding along your right temple and licking the ones on your left. He breathes out a chuckle and when he leans to look at your eyes, the humor and menace you expect to see in his eyes are nowhere to be found, clouded by a solemn look instead.

“What? Yer cryin on me now, huh? Y’think a few tears are stoppin’ me?” His voice is masked so well, because he sounds like he was simply enjoying a game, like an imp that had branched from a demon. “C’mon, not gonna tell the birthday boy you love’em?”

“I don't love you, I hate you, h-hate you-” you keen as drool pools at your lips, your body betraying you as it shakes from pleasure, letting go of your legs to wrap them around his slim waist, to bring him in closer, if that was even possible, stopping his deep thrusts that were brushing up against your cervix, it feels pathetic, denying him the pleasure of telling him you love him while clinging onto him like he's your last breath of fresh air, because in a way, you feel like he is, like him leaving would just collapse your lungs and stop your heart from beating, you know that he’s gonna leave you. While your spent body would lay on your bed and you'd cry because you didn't tell him you love him, yet you wouldn’t ask him to stay, knowing deep down that you don't deserve it, you don't deserve him.

You feel his weight on top of you as he rests his elbows by your head, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeats again with every shallow thrust into your warm insides, his cock twitching from time to time in your walls. “You love me.” he says it once, twice, thrice. Every time his voice lowers more and more to a broken whisper, almost a plea instead of the cocky taunt he started off with.

Your legs are starting to ache from the grip they have around him, so you loosen up, your mind easy since his thrusts haven’t been rough nor painful. And when you do, you notice two things immediately, first, your thighs are so soaked from how he's making you feel, probably ruining your bedsheet at this point, second, he pushed his chest away from yours to look you directly in the eyes, one hand molding around your thigh to keep it from wrapping around him again while the other is placed on your stomach, his thumb inching closer and closer to your clit, wanting to toy with it, toy with you, but not ready to give you any satisfaction until you admit to him, please just tell him, that you do still love him. All insecurities, all battle scars, all emotional constipation as layers he covers himself with, that no one gives a fuck to peel off, to see who he really was, except you.

His red eyes lock onto yours as your chest heaves with breathless sobs at the lost of his warmth, and when you think he's lowering himself back down, he pulls out suddenly, sending a  shiver down your spine as you gasp, now feeling like you're frozen over, your tears coming from lack of both pleasure and warmth.

Suddenly your face is met with the pillow and you feel his hands on your hips as he lifts them up and off the bed, your half intoxicated, half aroused mind barely registering that you’ve been flipped over on your stomach until you feel his cock prodding at your cunt, easily sliding in like they’ve been made to be warmed up in there, when you know Katsuki would argue that your pussy was made just for him and to warm his dick.

He presses his chest against your back, pushing you onto the bed as he thrusts his hips roughly, pulling out fully before seething himself right back in, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow from being pushed down by his hand as his other holds your hips firmly. 

Then what happened next probably shocked him more than you, despite how delirious you’ve become due to his relentless thrusting, his dripping tears feel cool on your bare warm shoulder, one by one as his groans and moans turn into strangled sobs, before Katsuki digs his teeth into that shoulder, to both hear you scream and to muffle his cries from you. 

“because I love you” he sobs, detaching his teeth from their grip and kissing the bite marks before resting his forehead against it, but his thrusts never cease, getting sloppier, as if the confession is pushing him off the edge. Dragging the tip of his nose from your bitten and bleeding shoulder to the back of your ear, his own face flush and warm against you as he breathes harshly against your ear and kisses along it.

“So-” he moans again, the hand behind your neck now turning your face so he could see your fucked out expression, the tears streaming down your face and the drool that pools under your cheeks, with your tongue lolled out and your eyes barely focusing on his form.

“You better say you do too, becau-”

“I love you.” you gush, like saying it is a breath of fresh air, your eyes never leaving his teary ones, your gaze so intense and fixated on him with no regards to the way the snapping of his hips against yours is shaking your entire body against the bed. 

With new found vigor from your confession, Katsuki grabs onto the meat of your ass, hammering into you from behind with force that pushes you against the bed even further, your pulled hair jerking your head back so he can listen to the lewd noises you are making, long forgotten the will to cover your pleasure and hiding your moans.

Your ass heavily slaps against his thighs as he grabs your hips with both hands and pounds into your sopping wet cunt, relishing in the way you’re begging for him. “Y’like it when I fuck you baby, hmm? Like it when I stuff you so fuckin’ full of me?” He growls, feeling you push your ass back every time you repeat ‘yes’ to his questions. “Yes, yes love it, love you, please please don’t stop, please ‘Suki. Yes, gonna cum ‘Suki please” you weep, your head pounding from the grip he had on your hair and your eyes crossing as you feel his thrusts stutter, getting sloppier when you bounce your ass against him, his hand coming down and slapping it.

“That's fuckin’ right, cum on this cock, c’mon baby” he brings four of his fingers to rub your clit with urgency, and you can’t help but arch your back as your orgasm hits you again, screeching as you feel your walls tightening on him, squeezing him for what he’s worth. “F-fuck ah, y-you’re so- Fuck” his heavy weight falls on you as he fills you to the brim with his milky seed, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he rocks his hips against you, pushing more of his load inside before slowly pulling out, gaze flutters down to where your bodies were once joined, seeing your mixed arousal seeping out of your hole and he has half a mind to push it back in with his fingers.

But he flips you over effortlessly, the sight of your crossed out eyes and wet cheeks squeezing his chest at the realization he might’ve been too rough on you, so he wipes your cheek with the palm of his hands and revels in the way you lean towards him, turning your face to kiss his palm. “Say it again.” barely a whisper, as you flip his hand and kiss the back of it as well, and he almost repeats himself, thinking you didn’t hear him, but your hands reach up and cup his face, bringing him towards you. “I love you Katsuki” and goddamn if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever spoken. “Again,” “I love you, Katsuki” “Again,” you giggle, and he knows that's probably what angels sound like.

Your thumb brushes over his warm cheeks, red from showing vulnerability, and you pull him even closer, “Happy birthday, ‘Suki.”

“Yea,” He breaths out, his lips barely brushing against your bitten and bruised ones. “It really fuckin’ is.”

aaaaaaaaah! Hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know what you think of the smut, I also changed my writing style from past tenses to present tenses or tried to at least

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Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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