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[residentialsinyomakai]

Yokai to Human Form Tidbit

Ok so there's human designs/ forms for Caspian's yokai friends 1, for fun, and 2, cause there's some situations where it's convenient/just better to have some in human forms (EX: Whisper coming to Caspian's choir concerts and conferences bc his parents are. fairly absent). Everyone has their own opinions on it and stuff and in this post I'ma talk about Baddinyan's!!

So fun little fact he does Not Like being human. This is mostly for body dysphoria adjacent feelings, like all of a sudden he has different hair, no fur, different ear placement, etc. The 'phantom limb' thing tends to happen with his tails, too, which is trippy and kinda uncomfortable. He also hates that a lot of his senses are dulled. smell, hearing, sight (especially in the dark), it makes everything feel kinda hazy and causes him to be a lot more stressed about everything.

Idk maybe I just think it's kinda funny to see a character thrown into a whole new form and reasonably be like. what. the hell this sucks. His easygoing (nice way of me saying his lazy ahh) and usually pretty chill/surprisingly level-headed mood is def worsened when he's constantly feeling skin that doesn't technically belong to him. A form he shouldn't really have.

As a result, he's oftentimes irritable and anxious in this form, with some days being better than others. He typically avoids having to use it unless he needs to though, and refuses to take his glasses off for anything. Has to be bribed with a Chocobar to enma forbid go out in public. He's also less used to it than most due to his extreme aversion to it. He just hates it and everything is physically gross and cloudy and nothing's in the right place and he can't explain why.

Badude, on the other hand, doesn't mind being human! It feels more similar to his body than it does for Baddinyan, and is kind of a fun change of pace every now and then. He's Baddinyan's like. closest friend besides Caspian in this AU, so he's typically who's convincing him to not kill everyone in the room and/or take off the stupid leaf in public lol. Their convos can sometimes go like

"C'mon, it's just until we get outta the store. Don't get your non-existent tails in a twist-"

"Shut up and do nyot remind me right nyeow."

"(Oh it's like. that kind of day whoopsies) Mbmb, we can ditch these nerds and go look at the candy isle or somethin' for a bit..?"

He stinks at comforting people or anything like that but tries. Sometimes. idiots

I'm working on references, but all I have to say about their designs for now is vitiligo Black-Mexican Baddinyan and Mexican-Japanese Badude CANON!!! See you for now! :) Have a radtastical day out there, don't implode or get rocks thrown into your inbox!! (again for some of you...)

[crybaby-writings]

thinking about team star meeting penny for the first time. like, "hasta la vistar cassiopeia, and hello penny", are you kidding me??? 😭

[thr0whands]

@l-egendaery

"Until the day I die."

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

I had a headache but its okay because now I'm playing Sonic Team Racing and absolutely slaying

[amirasainz]

Omg, i love your account so much. Can you make a Max x Reader story, where Max is a Mafia Boss and Reader is his wife. He is like super protective of her and gives her the princess treatment always. One night, she sees Max doing something horrible (can be whatever) and gets scared.

Make it angst and happy ending, please 🙏

Hi, I love this idea. I hope I did a good job.

Enjoy reading and send some requests

I am looking for some team principal reader ideas (but anything is fine)

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Just a dream

Max Verstappen, feared Mafia boss in Europe, but to his wife Yn, he was simply Max. Her Max. The man who doted on her, showered her with affection and luxuries, and kept her blissfully unaware of the darker parts of his world. Yn knew that her husband was involved in something dangerous. After all, nobody amassed the kind of power and wealth Max did without blood on their hands. But he had always shielded her from that life. He insisted it was for her own protection, and Yn trusted him.

Their life together was picture-perfect. Max took Yn shopping regularly, indulging her in whatever she wanted, from designer clothes to exotic vacations. He was fiercely protective of her, ensuring she was never alone without a discreet but ever-present security detail. But most of all, he loved her with an intensity that was as overwhelming as it was comforting.

One night, however, everything changed.

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It was late, past midnight, when Yn stirred in bed. Max’s side was empty, the sheets cold. She glanced at the clock—2:37 AM. Max had stepped out earlier, saying he had a meeting to handle but would be back soon. Usually, Yn slept through his absences, but something about the stillness in the house unsettled her.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Max’s oversized shirts before padding barefoot down the grand hallway. She heard muffled voices coming from one of the rooms downstairs, the sound of Max’s unmistakable low, commanding voice. Curiosity got the better of her, and before she knew it, she was walking toward the source of the noise.

As she rounded the corner, her heart stopped.

In the dimly lit room, Max stood in front of a man who was bound to a chair, his face bruised and bloodied, barely recognizable. The man’s head hung low, his body limp, and Max, the man who was her world, was towering over him with a look of cold fury. Two of Max’s men stood nearby, their arms crossed, watching the scene with detached indifference.

Yn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. The sound was small, but it was enough.

Max’s head whipped around, his blue eyes immediately softening when they landed on her. In an instant, he shifted from the ruthless mafia boss to the husband who loved her more than anything.

“Yn,” he said, his voice thick with concern, stepping toward her quickly. “What are you doing up?”

Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at the bloodied man, then back at Max. “Wh-What…what is this?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Max’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening—not at her, but at his men. “Why didn’t any of you stop her?” he barked, his voice deadly.

The men flinched. “We thought she was asleep, Boss,” one of them muttered, eyes cast down, terrified of the consequences.

“Out. Now.” Max's command was sharp and final. His men hurried out of the room without another word, leaving Max and Yn alone.

He was by her side in seconds, his hands gently cradling her face as he searched her eyes for the fear he knew would be there. “Yn, Schatje, look at me,” he whispered, pulling her close, his strong arms wrapping around her trembling body.

She was shaking, unable to comprehend what she had just seen. “Max…what…what’s happening? Why is that man—?”

Max cut her off, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as he spoke softly, soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe. I didn’t want you to see this.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, her mind racing. “You’re hurting him, Max,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Max’s grip on her tightened, his heart aching as he heard the tremor in her voice. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Yn. I promised I’d protect you. That’s all this is, okay? It’s business. It’s not something you need to worry about.”

“But…he’s…” Her eyes darted back to the man, slumped in the chair. “Max, what are you doing to him?”

Max sighed, his hand moving to gently stroke her hair, his other arm still securely around her waist. “He made some very bad decisions. And in my world, there are consequences. But none of this…none of it touches you, Yn. I’ve made sure of that. You’ll never be part of this.”

Yn’s tears started to fall, and Max held her closer, his heart breaking at the sight of her distress. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, love. You weren’t supposed to see this. I swear, I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

“But…” she tried to protest, her voice catching in her throat.

“No,” Max said firmly but gently, lifting her into his arms with ease. “You’re not staying here for this. I won’t let you. Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

She didn’t resist as he carried her upstairs, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Once back in their bedroom, Max laid her down on the bed and crawled in beside her, pulling her close to his chest.

Yn buried her face in his neck, her tears wetting his skin as she cried softly. Max held her, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles, whispering comforting words into her hair.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry,” he murmured over and over, his voice thick with regret. “I never wanted you to see that. It’s not who I am with you. Please, Yn, don’t be scared. I’ll protect you. Always.”

Yn clung to him, her body trembling against his. “I love you, Max,” she whispered through her tears, her voice broken.

“I love you more than anything, Yn,” Max whispered back, kissing the top of her head. “More than anything.”

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The next morning, Yn woke up to the sunlight streaming through the curtains. For a moment, everything felt normal, the horrors of the previous night almost like a distant memory. Max was lying beside her, watching her with a soft smile on his face as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“Good morning, liefde,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips.

Yn blinked, still feeling the weight of the night before, but Max’s calm demeanor made her second-guess herself. “Max, last night…I…” she began, her voice uncertain.

Max’s smile never wavered. He stroked her cheek tenderly. “It was just a bad dream, baby. You were restless, talking in your sleep. Nothing happened. You’re safe. I’m here.”

Yn frowned, trying to remember, but Max’s words were so reassuring, so certain, that she began to doubt her own memory. “A dream?” she whispered, confused.

Max nodded, his eyes full of love and warmth. “Just a dream. Everything’s okay now.”

Yn nodded slowly, letting herself relax against him. It had felt so real, but maybe she had just been imagining things. Max always protected her, kept her safe. Why would he lie to her?

She snuggled closer to him, letting out a small sigh of relief as Max wrapped his arms around her once more, holding her tightly as though he never wanted to let go.

But as Max held her close, his expression hardened ever so slightly. What Yn didn’t see—what Max made sure she never would—was the bloody rope still hidden under the sofa downstairs. The remnants of the life he kept carefully tucked away, far from the woman he loved more than anything.

And he would do whatever it took to keep it that way.

[raguiras]

TWST Olympics AU #1

Part 1: Heartshackle trio designs!

Reblogs are hella appreciated!! I'm likely shadowbanned 😭

As the Olympic Games are officially starting in a week, I decided to finally sketch some of the designs for my Twisted Wonderland Olympics AU! Next up are Riddle, Trey and Cater.

Everything about the AU below!

AU rules

Feel free to add your own OCs to this AU!

Fan content is obviously allowed! Just tag me in it, please.

AU summary

This is a magicless AU where all of the TWST characters are Olympic athletes in the real world. Some win medals, some barely qualify — but all of them live in the Olympic village. The students are aged up here (usually early to late twenties) while the faculty members have no set age and work as sports reporters.

♤ Character introductions ♤

ACE TRAPPOLA — A 21-year-old Italian prodigy basketball player. He's considered to be his team's ace (pun intended) and is great at tricking his opponents, making tons of baskets for the Italian team, and efficiently assisting his teammates.

DEUCE SPADE — A 21-year-old Japanese track and field athlete competing in various smaller disciplines falling under the "track and field" term. He's extremely average at most things other than sprints, often ends up in the bottom 3, and is secretly incredibly insecure about not being the best at anything.

ALLEN ALAGONA (YUU) — A 21-year-old Japanese-Italian gold-winning figure skater competing for his current home country, Ireland, along with his best friend and sports partner Alcestris. He gave up on his original dream — becoming a musician — and is now working hard to be the best male figure skater in the world, hoping to kickstart a career as a musician later on.

♤ Relationships ♤

ACE & DEUCE — Their friendship originally started when Ace posted a picture of himself watching a sprint competition while Deuce made a grimace in the background, causing the photo to go viral and become a meme. Deuce originally DMed Ace to take the picture down and got teased for it, but this teasing slowly developed into a friendship. While they get along well, Deuce is secretly a bit jealous of Ace for pretty much being a prodigy.

ACE & ALLEN (YUU) — Ace is a fan of Allen and views him as a fellow gold medalist. Being open-minded and "eager" to make new connections, Ace simply DMed Allen one day and the two became unlikely friends. Nowadays, Ace also functions as a matchmaker, being the only person to know just how much Deuce likes Allen...

DEUCE & ALLEN (YUU) — Deuce knows Allen as the most famous figure skater in the world and is absolutely stunned by both his appearance and humbleness. The two accidentally meet at a coffee shop during the games one day, decide to have a drink together, and strike up a conversation. Deuce is fanboying on the inside and trying to hide his surprise that Allen genuinely recognizes such an average athlete as him. Allen, however, already knows Deuce due to closely following all Japanese competitions, and has also noticed how incredibly ambitious Deuce is. Knowing Deuce's pain of carrying other people's hopes and never being the best at anything all too well from his teen years, Allen wants to get to know him better... and what starts off as mutual admiration and a celebrity crush on Deuce's side develops into full-blown love.

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If this post/AU ends up being well-received, I'll introduce Riddle, Trey and Cater next!

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More about the Deuce x Allen ship in the canon lore:

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

Friends who participated in the original AU development some months ago 🫶

@althea-and-alcestris @miss-atena @vanrouge13 @spookyavenuestreet @heyhellohihowareyou @nyx-of-night

[daniiii267]

7th member f! Reader x Katseye (once again, not romantically or is it..?)

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: I am NOT a good writer, I am NOT a writer to begin with so yeah😔🙏 these are just fun little scenarios of katseye! Reader and the Katz, wholesome stuff yk.

🐈‍⬛️Best of Yn and the Katz 2🐈‍⬛️

~♤Sophia Laforteza● WE GA(Y)MIN'😎 Weverse Live●♧~

You and Sophia wanted to play this new game called Split Fiction, and so you guys decided to go live and enjoy it with Eyekons.

You are about an hour into the gameplay, after a bunch of eardrums bursting (just yours yk how loud Sophia can be) and a LOT of bickering, you guys jump into a portal taking to a fun short side story.

"We're pigs! This is the pig level!" You gasp, Sophia just seems to have registered. "WAIT, WE'RE PIGS!?!" She basically shouts in your left ear. "Oh my g-" your hand shoots up to your assaulted ear as you give the camera a blank but defeated look. Sophia notices and chuckles nervously as she says hurriedly "Sorry sorry sorry"

You both start to mess around in your in-game pig form, hopping around each other until, "I CAN FART GLITTER!" She shouts in excitement, letting out a loud laugh at the discovery of having an ability to fart glitter and rainbows. "WHAT?" you burt out laughing with her at the silliness of it all, "wait, YOU got fart power, and I get THIS?" You say as you activate your own piggy power of being able to extend your body like a coil spring. "Oh jeez, oh you're scary.." She says, cringing her teeth, "first you get the cooler weapon, and now the cooler Piggy power.. Not fair!" You say molding at your lack of luck in the game.

"Yeah, I have rainbow farts, I'm way cooler" She says in a haughty tone with a proud smile, you throw her a playful glare.

Throughout the rest of that side story you guys would not stop laughing at the fart sound that plays everytime Sophia uses her power like two little kindergarteners, "this is so dumb" you say between laughs all the while Sophia is now holding her stomach in laughter, her controller already forgotten on the couch between you two.

{ -#couplegoalsfr

-I feel for yn's left ear😔🙏 }

~♡Megan Skiediel & Jeong Yoonchae● Yoonchae's grad party Vlog on the official Katseye YouTube channel●♤~

Upon Yoonchae's recent graduation, You and the Katz(excluding Yoonchip) decided upon throwing her a little surprise grad party at your home. But for it to be a surprise for her, you guys needed to come up with a diversion plan to somehow get her out of the house for a couple hours for the others to prepare the surprise. So after the cameras started rolling to film your new challenge of "recreating viral tiktoks" and splitting into two teams: Manon & Dani, Lara & Sophia and lastly you, Megan and Yoonchae in one team.

The video cuts to you, and Megan huddled around the camera that Megan was holding, "Okay, so here's the plan." She says and laughs goofily (it's an actual word i can't💀) and roll your eyes at her usual silly self, "SO Yoonchae obviously thinks that we're filming content, right?" She explains as she turns to you "yup!" You answer. "Well, WRONG! We're not filming content. We are actually her distractement?" She says hesitantly "Distractors?" She turns to you again as you try to stiffle your laugh. "Yeah, distractor... right?" She says directly to you. "You mean... distracTION?" You say with a playful tone, a smirk painting your lips. "Oh! Omg how did I forget that-" She bursts out laughing, her laugh contagious that it was inevitable to not join in on it.

"Anyways! We have to distract her. Which I'm really good at" She states confidently. "Ehhhhh I... don't know about that" you say with slightly squinted eyes at her. She gasps faking being hurt. "Well, are YOU good at it then??" As she points an accusatory finger to your chest. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy" You scoff. "ANYways! We're literally the impostors. " "If Yoonchip finds out we're getting ejected by the rest of the girls so we better not mess this up.."

Yoonchae can be heard saying her bye's to the members inside the house "let's go, guys!" "Oh f-" they had to cut it out...

You three are inside the van taking to your filming location, you decide to interview Yoonchae a little. This time your are holding the camera and pointing at Yoonchae "Give us some ideas of what you're thinking" Megan asks her. "Actually, I don't know." She answers shaking her head "Huh?" You chuckle at the younger member's cluelessness when it came to internet trends "I don't watch TikTok" She whines holding her hat. "Yoonchip, aren't you the youngest here? Istg you're like, physically 17 but mentally 71" you tease her as she snaps her head toward you in offense "Hey! I'm not!" "So how are we gonna win?" Megan says laughing "I don't know" the star of the show answers in a high pitched voice. "Welp" you say as you zoom into her face "Guess we'll figure something out when we get there lol".

You guys made it to the park, where you filmed a bunch of silly but lowkey funny tiktoks you were beat and exhausted. With the three of you resting on a bench, you spot an ice-cream truck "Hey want some ice cream?" You turn to the two girls that look completely drained of energy, but as you say that both of them straighten up from their previous slouched positions at the word "ice-cream" lol these kids. "YES!" The two of them shout simultaneously in enthusiasm, and you giggle at their reaction. The three of you go up to the ice cream truck, and you pay for them. Once you finish paying, you turn to see both of their energy already restored to the max after a single scoop. A small but gentle smile adorns your face. Good, now you can make it back home in high spirits for the surprise awaiting.

{ -the mom in Yn is showing whenever she's with these two istg🥹

-Yoonchae got the best sisters ever, she's in good hands😭💕 }

~♧Manon Bannerman● Manon Weverse live●☆~

It was no news that Yn is Manon's biggest simp, some might say that she is down horrendous. If you thought that you are Manon's biggest fan, wait until Yn walks into that room. So it was just another one of those times in which Manon only exists and Yn relishes in that fact.

In this live, Manon was trying out different hairstyles, testing out which one looks the best. She turns to you for your opinion on yet another look and says somewhat quietly almost sneakily, "How's this one? I don't think it's giving", you take a good look at her, "You literally look phenominal in ANY style, you don't gotta stress it you'll still remain the diva that you are." You respond in a matter of fact tone but with underlying sincerity in it.

"Aww, Ynnnn, you're so sweet, baby." She reaches over, encircling you in her arms in a tight side hug, and she then gives you a little peck on the cheek. You grumble at her actions and try to push her off you gently, known for being the "don't-you-dare-initiate-any-physical-contact-with-me" in the group, but everyone and their mothers know that you secretly like it. "Alright now, ma'am, I know you're fine shyt and can bag anyone with a single bat of your pretty eyelashes, but take me out on a date first, jeez." You say with a hint of smirk in your voice.

"What do you mean, babe? We're already past that stage, don't you think?" She says with that killer smile of hers and that playful look in her eyes,"oooKAYY i'm done" but you obviously couldn't handle when she reciprocates your playful but flirty remarks, and you get shy and escape with a red face. That's just the Ynnon dynamic.

{ -stop edging me bro😔

-valid reaction, I would also run away if Manon looked at me like that

-Yn proving time and time again that she is NOT God's strongest soldier😭 }

~☆Daniela Avanzini● video uploaded by Yn on Weverse●♤~

The video shows you and Dani in a skating park (one of your other friends is taking the video), and it is apparent that you are in the midst of teaching Dani how to stabilize her weight on a skateboard.

"Alright, looks like you're a goofy" you tell her while she is holding onto your hands outstretched to her for dear life, "are you seriously making fun of me right now, yn??" She says with a small frown and an accusing offended tone. You chuckle at her, "no idiot, goofy is term for a stance, to explain it better it is basically if you put your right foot on the skateboard and the left one goes on the floor." Her face lightens and her frown quickly disappears as you explain, "Oh! Well that's stupid. Why is it called that tf?" You shrug with a smirk "I don't know. Alright, now time to start moving!"

"Don't you DARE let go of me I swear to god Yn I'll murder you if you do" She threatens quickly with a panicked voice as she practically claws onto your arms that she's already holding tightly. "Relax! I'm right here next to you. I won't let go okay? You trust me right?" You reassure her. "Mehh debatable" she says, in one motion you let go of her with a blank expression on your face. "WAIT WAIT IM SORRY HOLD ON TO ME PLEASE" She says in panic, and you instantly hold on to her again "that's right. Now... slowly just keep your eyes forward, feet no too wide apart," you adjust her feet correctly on the board "and push with your left one with small force".

"OKAY! seriously, don't let go of me. I will slip and fall and break my Shakira hips, and no one would want that." You roll your eyes playfully at her dramatics,"Ugh FINEE drama queen." After much reassurance, she FINALLY starts moving the skateboard with you keeping her steady by holding on to her waist and the small of her back, but at one point when you thought that Daniela got the hang of it you decide to sneakily slide your hands off her. And Dani overly concentrated on her board, and balance doesn't even realize it. You turn your head to give the camera a proud smile and thumbs up. You chuckle watching her stray further and further from you on her skateboard, that's when Dani realizes something is amiss. She looks down at her body, then at you a couple meters away from her, "YN-"

And the video ends. Legends say that poor Yn still hasn't heard the end of it from Dani to this day...

{ -"and that's how I met your mom.."

-AWW YN LOOKS SO PROUD OF DANI I CANT😭😭

-WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT YN SKATES????? }

~♧Lara Raj● spill your TEAAA🍵 Lara Weverse Live●♡~

It was just another day at the Rajagopalan household. Lara is in her room on live chatting with Eyekons as they spill their tea and ask for advice on different situations.

" -So if I were to ever have hypothetically done that, even though I don't(🤨)" She chuckles as she reads the comments clocking her lying ahh she spots a comment from you.

-The1&Yn: girl help, my brain can't withstand any more strategic big brain play🫠

" 'Girl help, my brain can't with any more big brain play'" she bursts out laughing after she reads your comment. You see, you wanted to tag along with Lara and go to her house but somehow you got roped up into playing multiple games of Chess with her dad. So Lara chose to go up to her room and go and let you two continue your game, but after you won the first game, Mr. Rajagopalan kept insisting on playing one game after another. It is your 7th game already, and to say your braincells were fried is an understatement so you decided to seek Lara's help because you couldn't find it in you to decline her father's offer to another game. Thing that leads us to our current present, but since Eyekons were unaware of what is going on and what you meant with your comment you send another comment to give a little more clarity to the situation,

-The1&Yn: Chess with the father🚪🚶‍♀️

Lara snickers at your comment, "okay okay, I'll come down to your rescue and bring you up here. One second." Lara stands up from her bed and runs out of frame, her running steps can be heard until silence engulfs the room.

-SO YN WAS HERE ALL ALONG??

-caught in the trap of a bored parent💀

-The1&Yn: man shut up😔...

-LMAOOOOOO

-The1&Yn: MY SAVIOR IS HERE YES

After a minute or two, laughs can be heard getting closer and closer, and then Lara and you pop into frame. "OH MY LORD! Don't get me wrong, I love your dad he's the sweetest, but NEVER AGAIN" you say in an exhausted voice as you flop down on her bed "what can I say, percs of being the Rajagopalans favorite. After me ofc!" Lara states with a shrug and stupid grin on her face, "Yeah yeah wtv" you say with a small smile adorning your face.

[heechwe]

⟢ SYNOPSIS: When love is intertwined with the complexities of basketball, sometimes trouble can ensue. ALL WORKS IN THIS SERIES WILL BE 18+; MDNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.ᐟ Masterlist will be updated with each chapter's release.ᐟ Works do not need to be read in order as this is an anthology series.ᐟ -ˋˏ✄┈┈ AUTHOR'S NOTE: The first half of this series was/will be reworked and reposted to be set in the university setting rather than high school. In retrospect, it was not my best idea to set them originally in high school even if I prefaced all characters were of age! Not an excuse, but I was taking so much inspiration from One Tree Hill. Regardless, for that oversight, I apologize! I hope the rewritten versions are just as enjoyable as the originals were for so many ♥︎.

ꄗ KEY: ♡—FLUFF, ♢—ANGST, ♤—SMUT, ☖—COMEDY, ★—LEXI'S FAVORITES

𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 | ♡♤☖

Lee Heeseung, the captain of the university's basketball team, does not need to take any interest in you, the girl hidden inside a book. But once he's thrust into your life, it's hard to escape how right it feels to be around him.

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀 | ♢♤

Fed up with Sunghoon's attitude and petty games, you move on, hopefully to something better. Why did he have to realize how important you were to him once you were already gone?

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | ♡♢♤

A long time ago, you and Jay had been the closest of friends. Then, you moved away, and like people do, you both changed. But now, you've moved back to town, wondering if things can ever go back to the way they were.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐘 | ♢♡♤

A new girl being the talk of Jake's small university town wouldn't normally capture his attention. But how can he not be mesmerized by you? Beautiful, funny, caring, but most of all, rich. However, just because Jake's the team's best point guard doesn't mean he can give you everything you dream of, so why bother trying to win your heart at all?

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[list0k]

----A SMALL UPDATE OF THE GAME---

·‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥· ✦ We had a short break! But, during this time, I have rested and am ready to get back to work! ✦ During this time, I have drawn several plot weapons that we will have throughout the game. In the future, it is planned to draw even more weapons for the game store (also according to the plot).

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━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━ ✦ That's all for now! I will be posting another update soon! ✦ As you can see, we still have a lot of work to do. Therefore, if you want to help us with the development, we will gladly take you to develop the game! If you can: draw and animate well, write compositions, do coding (game engine - Godot), then write me in private messages! We will be very happy to see more people in our little team! ·‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥·

[residentialsinyomakai]

No one told me folklore frenzy updated on Twitter hold on lemme just grab my sketchbook

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The Game Itself

Chapter IIb: Descending into Darkness

A Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) AU Series

Content Warning: Canon-typical violence, killing, mentions of blood, mentions of an abusive father/abusive childhood, curse words

A/N: This is a bonus chapter following Niragi when he first gets to the Borderlands; it was originally intended to be much shorter than my other chapters, but as always it got out of hand. I hope you enjoy!

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This was not the kind of game that Niragi had signed up for. He had been thinking cards, maybe video games, maybe even laser tag. No. This game? Coded Eight of Spades and titled The Hunt. How to win? Stay alive and eliminate everyone on the opposing team.

Eliminate, just a softer way to say slaughter. It had been a blood bath. Twenty people joined the game with them, ten per team. By the end, there were only three remaining - Niragi and two of his teammates. What was worse? He hadn't hated it. He was grateful that you weren't there, but he hadn't hated it.

The beast he'd long kept locked away now wide awake.

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The restaurant was elegant; nothing but the best for his ritzy coworkers, he supposed. Plush carpeting, jeweled chandeliers, a bathroom with fancy soaps and an attendant. Niragi stretches uncomfortably in his dress shirt, wishing he had joined you and Chishiya for dinner instead. To hell with monthly company obligations, this is just painful.

The man excuses himself from his coworkers, exiting through the patio door to get some fresh air and collect his thoughts. The night is reasonably cool, a fresh breeze tousling the hairs that had fallen out of the bun at the base of his neck.

His mind wanders to you, back to your conversation yesterday. He hadn't let you see it, but he was bothered when you reminded him that you were "an adult now" and felt like you shouldn't be coming to him with your problems anymore. Firstly, because he truly does believe you don't stop needing someone just because you grow up, like he'd told you. Secondly, and more importantly, is that he really wasn't ready for you to grow up and move on with your life. He hated change.

Niragi had devoted his whole life to taking care of you. He was only five years old when you were born, but had been absolutely smitten with you from the moment he looked at your tiny body swaddled in your mother's arms. He was determined to do anything to keep you safe. In a cruel twist of fate, it was your own father that had made that a challenge. Niragi did what he could to shield you from the abuse over the years; hiding you from the older man's wrath, stepping in to take the blows intended for you, cradling your shaking and crying form at night. But by the time he was sixteen, he'd tolerated enough. He left the house one night for the last time, actively looking for a way to steal you away too.

You had one particularly traumatizing night, one that Niragi will never forget. If you had sustained permanent damage later in life, it would have been because of that night. By the end of it, though, he had the evidence he needed to get emergency placement of you and finally whisk you away to safety. When he was eighteen, the court granted him full legal custody. He had the power to protect you the way he always wanted to.

It wasn't as though your father had cared about keeping you, no. He hadn't even wanted either of you in the first place; having children was just another way for his toxic ass to manipulate and control your mother. Once she was gone, it was you that he'd wanted to manipulate. Too similar. Having custody of you was the only way he could control you, a literal child. Once you were with Niragi, you were finally free.

So yeah, he's really only known a life of being your caregiver, your provider, your protector. It did hurt that someday, relatively soon, you'd graduate from medical school and become a doctor. You'd be living the dreams that you had worked so hard for. You'd move out and eventually marry Chishiya - he smirked fondly at that thought. You two were stubborn and hadn't acknowledged your feelings yet, but he knew you would. Someday. He would be proud and happy for you, of course. But when someday came, then Niragi would be all alone. Abandoned. Stuck with his thoughts. Stuck with the side of him that he has trampled so far down that no one ever has to see it. So that you never have to see it.

When you no longer needed him, he would be forced to finally face the truth. There was darkness inside him from the years of abuse. Torture. Of not being good enough for the one person that was supposed to accept you no matter what. Niragi would have to face the fact that despite being your true parent all these years - a good parent, at that - he was not a good person.

And so, he clings to you. Babies you a little bit more than a 19 year old maybe should be. To hell with it really, you were still so young. So hurt. Maybe it's not a question of how much you need him anymore, but how much he needs you. How much he needs you to need him.

Niragi feels suffocated by his own thoughts and yanks the tie away from his neck. Why the fuck did he even agree to wear a tie? Dressing up for dinner is wildly overrated, truly. Next month he'll be suggesting the ramen place on the corner. He's interrupted from his freak out by a loud crackling sound and a flash. Fireworks? The sun hasn't even set yet. What a waste of someone's time.

He turns to re-enter the restaurant and face his stuck up coworkers again. They don't need to know he's having an existential crisis, he'll reign it in. He'll play their game. As the door opens and he looks around, all he sees is dark. Huh? He'd heard of mood lighting, but this was just ridiculous.

The further Niragi walks into the building, the thicker the air felt. Previously lit chandeliers swinging slightly, ominously. Food and drinks sat waiting for the patrons that ordered them, though if Niragi didn't know better, he would have said it had been sitting there for more than just a few minutes. Strange.

"Hello?" He calls, voice echoing. Was this a prank? He felt irritation prickle under his skin. He didn't like being the butt of a joke. What in the fuck was going on? He unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt, rolling up the sleeves. Trying to breathe more easily.

He didn't know what was going on, but decided that having a weapon couldn't hurt. If it was all a prank, he would just turn it back around on them. He made his way quietly through the dining room and towards the swinging double doors to the kitchen. Presuming that he wouldn't find a gun anywhere - his weapon of choice - a knife would be the next best thing. He searched through the drawers stuffed full of cutlery and along the polished metallic counters, finally settling on a large butcher's knife. This would work for now.

His mind is already on you again, on figuring out if you were here in this place too. You were supposed to be having dinner at that cafe that you and Chishiya were obsessed with, down the street. That would be a good place to start.

Navigating Shibuya was usually an unimaginable pain in the ass that Niragi would do anything to avoid, but not today. It seemed that all of Tokyo was under this strange spell, dark and devoid of human life. Honestly, if he didn't have you to worry about, he'd say it was even kind of nice. Peaceful.

But the thing is, he DID have you to worry about, and he WAS worried. What if something happened to you and you were hurt? Or worse? His eyes widened as he allowed his brain to run away with possibilities. Sprinting. Niragi was now sprinting down the street like a track star towards the usually obnoxiously colored cafe, now standing hauntingly in the shadows.

He could almost see the ghost of you in his memories running too, racing Chishiya down the street to see who could get there first. You would win, you always win.

The man sighed dejectedly, opening the glass door to the completely empty cafe. His heart hammered against his ribcage as he looked around for any indication that you had even been here in the first place.

He approached the booth you always chose, the one with the picture of the fat tabby cat. The one pet you'd always begged for and he never let you have. Regret. His eyes flick to the seat - lying against the window was your brown leather school bag, the one he'd gotten for you to start medical school with. He dives into the booth to snatch it up; so you HAD been here.

Setting the bag on the table, he searches in vain for a clue that he already knew wouldn't be there. He had to be sure. Among your collection of stationary and textbooks, he found a crumpled up packet of paper - your physiology exam from the other day.

He glances over it, eyes catching on the 62/100 marked in the red at the top. He clicked his tongue, so this is what had you so worked up yesterday. It really wasn't the worst score in the world, certainly not worth your panic and tears. Niragi's heart constricted remembering how you'd wailed in his arms afraid he was disappointed in you.

He could never be disappointed in you.

If by some miracle he does find you, and does get you back to your normal life, he's going to get you that fat tabby cat. Maybe even two of them.

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Niragi climbed the stairs of the multi-story building that the two of you called home, feeling as though he just summited Mount Fuji. Why had he chosen a multi-story building again? He let out a breathless chuckle - you were constantly complaining about the stairs in this building. It would have made you grin like the Cheshire cat himself to see him huffing and puffing.

The only other place you'd go was home, right? You sure as hell wouldn't go to Chishiya's - even if his father was home (which he wouldn't be), he was a total asshole. Neither of you would find comfort there. No, you'd be looking for HIM, you needed him. He felt sick thinking about it. But also? Weirdly grateful. He had more time.

"There is nowhere you can be taken that I won't find you, I promise."

The man groaned, that promise was not exactly holding water so far. Unlocking the door, he slams it open, anxiety building in anticipation. It took him maybe five seconds to register that the house was empty, you weren't here. He called out for you anyway, delaying the inevitable. No response. He flops down on the couch, throwing his right arm over his eyes, shoes still on. He can't imagine it matters in a world like this. Niragi smiled fondly, you would have a field day with that, no rules.

Niragi knew he needed to figure out what was going on, so that when he did find you, he'd be able to help. To fix it. That's what he did, what he knew. But how do you start finding information in a world like this, that just has nothing?

Suddenly, a steady stream of bright white light flashes and filters through the large bay window across the room. Niragi bolts up and rushes to find the source, squinting against the brightness that his eyes weren't accustomed to. A sign spanning the full height and width of one of the large buildings near the city center had lit up from within the darkness. A beacon. Players this way?

It gave him more questions than answers, but it didn't look like he had any other options. Maybe you would see the sign too. This could be his best chance at finding you, you did love playing games after all.

You wouldn't pass up a chance to win, would you?

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This was not the kind of game that Niragi had signed up for. He had been thinking cards, maybe video games, maybe even laser tag. No. This game? Coded Eight of Spades and titled The Hunt. How to win? Stay alive and eliminate everyone on the opposing team.

Eliminate, just a softer way to say slaughter. It had been a blood bath. Twenty people joined the game with them, ten per team. By the end, there were only three remaining - Niragi and two of his teammates. What was worse? He hadn't hated it. He was grateful that you weren't there, but he hadn't hated it.

The beast he'd long kept locked away now wide awake.

As he tried to catch his breath and wrap his mind around what the fuck that just was, he gave each of the men standing with him a once over. One was skinny, with flowing hair and an eerily perky attitude. It's giving cult leader. The other was large and muscular, hair cropped short. He looked like he took no shit from anyone - Niragi liked that.

[Game Clear - Congratulations]

Niragi scoffed at the cheerful voice, how strange to hear something that contrasted so starkly to his surroundings. He turned to leave, coated in layers of blood and sweat, but was stopped by a hand on his arm. He turned back in irritation, finding the long-haired guy right behind him. Niragi was not in the mood to be touched.

"You were brilliant with the way you fought, you really know how to handle a weapon!" cult leader praises, causing Niragi to roll his eyes. Amazing what trauma can do for you, right? Like a caged animal trying to survive. "We want you to come with us. This is Aguni, my personal protection unit. You can call me Hatter," the man grins. Creepy. Niragi couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but the grave expression on Aguni's face told him that he wasn't.

He looks between the two men dubiously, "And why the fuck would I do that? I have better things to do than be a second personal guard to you." Caged animal.

Hatter doesn't react to Niragi's outburst, doesn't even flinch, "We're building a utopia, somewhere for players to go when they aren't playing games! Somewhere they'll be safe and can enjoy what time they have left," he explains, gesturing grandiosely. So it is a cult, then.

The man considers it for a minute, having learned from the other players about the Visa system; he would have to keep playing to stay alive. It wasn't just a one time deal. But no. He can't just go and play house with two guys he'll never be able to trust, he has an ACTUAL house to protect - you.

"I can't help you. There's someone I need to find," he mumbles, turning away once more. He misses the way that Hatter's face lights up at that, "ah, but there's strength in numbers, my friend! We have a few others already gathered, and more will be coming! You can come with us to The Beach, work alongside Aguni to make the utopia safe, and everyone will help you look for your missing person!"

Niragi freezes his retreat at this - the weird guy is right. There are games all over Tokyo, and you could have gotten pulled to any one of them. You could be anywhere. You could be dead. That thought haunted him like a ghost, but no. THAT wasn't a possibility he was willing to entertain.

Against his better judgement, Niragi agrees to return with the men to The Beach. As they make the trek back to Hatter's so called utopia, the man finds himself lost in self reflection.

It had been too easy for him to kill, it had felt too right. He hadn't even been afraid when the game started, just charged full of electricity. He wanted to tell himself it was because he knew he had to survive to win. That to win meant he could get to you. But it wasn't that, not really. Because as soon as his adrenaline was pumping in that arena, Niragi had changed. His vision was red. Angry. So angry. Like every person that entered his line of sight was his worst enemy. Like it would be a joy to kill them. Like his inner demons had finally clawed their way to the surface.

He glances at the two men conversing quietly beside him - he knew they couldn't be trusted, that whoever else they had gathered couldn't be trusted. Every person in this place will have a selfish and ulterior motive - animals that are backed into a corner will fight, guaranteed. The Beach would not be the safe utopia that Hatter was promising, no. It would be an even more dangerous and toxic place - men thirsting for the power and notoriety they hadn't had in the old world. It was not going to be a good place to be.

You would be brought there too, Niragi had just guaranteed it. Guaranteed that your safety would be in jeopardy at the hands of tyrannical villains. Why the hell had he agreed? Even without being given more information, Niragi already knew that you'd not be able to leave at your own will. That once you were there, you'd be stuck in a cage thinly veiled as your saving grace, they all would.

What the fuck had he been thinking? Niragi's brain was running at a million miles a minute. He had to think of all the possibilities. Stay five steps ahead of everyone else.

So maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world - they say it is best to keep your enemies closer than your friends, right? Even so, he needed to start coming up with a plan to get you out when things inevitably came crashing down. It would take some time, and hopefully you would have cracked the code to beating the games and getting home by then. But how could he ensure you'd not get hurt or be messed with while he worked on this? Having Chishiya at your side would help, no doubt. One icy look from him would drop most people dead on contact. Chishiya would be a powerful ally to his plan. But for the very persistent, even they wouldn't mess with a girl who has a psychotic brother, right? Just one game in, and Niragi was already certain he'd changed. He was sure that it wouldn't take much to play the part of a violent and unpredictable man, it was just channeling what he already had inside him. He was broken, but could he use this defect to an advantage?

Deep down in his gut, though, he was a little bit afraid to willingly unleash the beast. What if he lost his own game? How far would he let himself go before he admitted it wasn't just a game, wasn't just to keep you safe? That you would see what he had become and hate him forever for becoming the one thing he always promised not to be? Your father.

Niragi was giving himself a headache with all these thoughts. He really should have been sitting in therapy beside you all those years, instead of waiting in the parking lot.

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It's a hotel. The sanctuary that Hatter and Aguni were talking about was a fucking hotel. Some utopia. Niragi is impressed enough by the hotel having working electricity and water, so he says nothing. He didn't think there was much room for complaining in a world as unforgiving as this.

Not having much time to observe his surroundings, Niragi is pulled immediately into a conference room colored in tacky yellows and browns, warm yellowed light casting shadows around the room. Yuck. He notices the large meeting table hosts two people waiting patiently. A sharp looking woman with her hair cut into a bob, lips painted cherry red and sunglasses hiding her eyes. An interesting choice for night time. The man sat across from her has thin wired glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and has his hands clasped in front of his mouth. He might be the most serious looking person Niragi has ever seen.

He hears the hiss of spray paint leaving a can and looks to the far wall - there is a second woman with long black hair diligently working on painting it. With pictures of playing cards? She turns to look at the group entering the room, smile spreading widely on her face at the sight of Niragi. Eerie.

"Greetings, Citizens of the Beach!" Hatter booms from behind him ceremoniously, "Please join me in welcoming the newest addition to the militant corps - Niragi!" The three people in the room clap obligingly, nearly robotic in their movements. Well trained puppets already, then.

The man just stares blankly back at everyone, unsure of how to act when you're being presented like a trophy. A trophy covered in sweat and blood. Hatter doesn't mind the awkward silence, though, continuing on with his speech, "He was incredible! Truly! Helping us clear the Eight of Spades and not a scratch on any of us! He might have killed even more men than Aguni!" Niragi's eyebrow twitched, but he stayed quiet.

Hatter lowers his volume a bit, thank goodness, approaching the head of the conference table. "He's agreed to join us on the condition that we help him locate someone. I feel it will be easier if we're all looking when we're out in the city and playing games. So, who are we looking for, Niragi? A long lost lover, perhaps?" Hatter wiggles his eyebrows annoyingly, and Niragi has to take a deep breath so as not to drop him where he stands. It will be very hard not to murder this man.

He shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek. Trying to decide if he really should subject you to this place. What can he say? He's selfish. If he was going to be stuck here, he wanted to at least have you here too, "my little sister." Aguni's head snaps up at this, actually looking at Niragi as he describes you. Interesting. "She'll be with a guy, her best friend. He has shoulder length blonde hair and condescending eyes," Niragi continues, "He's a real smartass and he'll be protective of her. Don't try to cross him, either. He's smarter than you."

Everyone nods, committing the information to their memories, preparing to look for you the next time they go out to play. Hatter gestures for everyone to sit around the table, "Come! We have much to discuss! Our foundation for The Beach must be strong, unwavering!" For hours, they deliberate. Rules, the atmosphere Hatter wanted to cultivate, rankings, everything. Niragi's head was spinning by the end, and he truly regretted his choice; the saying about enemies be damned. He was so tired.

Finally, in what must have been the very early hours of the morning, Hatter dismisses the group. Niragi is the first to stand, stretching slightly and turning to go. To finally lay down after what was the longest day of his life. Facing the door, away from the other Beach members, he says callousely, "make sure everyone knows that if anything happens to her, I will burn this place to the ground."

Hatter nods slowly and somberly at this statement, still sitting with his hands clasped on the table. "The Beach?" He clarifies.

He shakes his head, turning back to meet Hatter's eyes in contempt, "Tokyo."

This was the only choice, the only way. Let the game begin.

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Squeaky Clean

Rival!Bakugo x reader

Summary: You suffer the unfortunate fate of being paired up with your rival, Katsuki Bakugo, for a cleaning task. Things take a slippery and flustering turn. (Y/LN stands for "your last name")

♤CRACK fic

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The usual peaceful morning in the Heights Alliance dorms was shattered by Aizawa’s voice in the middle of the commonroom.

"Listen up, you all. There’s cleaning tasks today. Each team will be responsible for one area. The winning team gets a day off from chores next week. If you don’t want to spend another day scrubbing toilets and wiping down counters, you’ll need to give it your all."

The announcement earned groans and grumbles, but that wasn’t the part that made you sigh the loudest. It was the teams. You scanned the room as Aizawa listed off the pairs, dreading the inevitable.

"And for the final team, Y/LN and Bakugo."

Your eye twitched, and Bakugo shot you a glare that could even cut through steel. You had been hoping to avoid the guy for just a little bit longer after your most recent tension-filled moments. But of course, the universe had other plans.

"Great, just what I need. A cleaning competition with him."

You'd mutter, rolling your eyes.

"Shut up, Y/LN"

Bakugo snapped, arms crossed.

You open your mouth to say something, but Aizawa's voice stops you mid-word.

"Get to work. You’ve got two hours."

The first few minutes were relatively quiet as you started their cleaning. You were scrubbing windows, while Bakugo angrily wiped down tables and counters. The room buzzed with the sound of cloths rubbing against surfaces, but the silence between you was suffocating. After about ten minutes, you couldn’t stand it any longer.

"Bakugo, you missed a spot,"

you said nonchalantly, pointing to the corner of the counter.

"I didn’t miss anything, I’m doing it fine."

Bakugo muttered refusing to look up from the task at hand.

"Right.. and who forgot the trash bags?"

You shot back, pointing to the overflowing garbage bin in the corner, embarrassing.. That did it. Bakugo’s face turned a shade of red that had nothing to do with the cleaning supplies.

"I didn’t forget anything!" he yelled. "That bin’s fine!"

But before he could continue his tirade, you smirked and grabbed a nearby bottle of dish soap. With a quick motion, you squirted it directly onto his freshly wiped counter, the soap splashing and spilling over the sides.

"What the hell, Y/LN?!"

Bakugo shrieked like a girl, his face a mix of fury and confusion.

"Oh, you were saying somethin'? I thought I’d just add a little bit of extra shine to your perfect counter."

You had to hold back your giggles at his expression. Really, you should have a camera now.

Bakugo however would not agree, rage boiling in his eyes.

"YOU'RE DEAD!"

That was the moment the cleaning competition escalated from mildly annoying to completely chaotic. Bakugo grabbed the nearest spray bottle and squirted it directly at you, missing by an inch. But you weren't gonna give up. You grabbed the bottle of soap again, this time aiming for his shirt.

"Take that, tough guy!"

The next few minutes were a blur of slipping, dodging, and yelling. You laughed as Bakugo chased you, trying to grab you by the arm but only managing to throw soap in your direction. You quickly grabbed a mop bucket, swung it in his direction, and managed to splash him with soapy water. The sounds of bickering and splashing echoed throughout the floor.

"You're so dead when I catch you, Y/LN!"

Bakugo yelled, slipping on a puddle of water as he tried to lunge toward you.

"You’ll have to catch me first, Bakugo!"

But the chaotic scene quickly took a turn for the worse. As Bakugo tried to charge at you again, he misjudged his step, slipping on the soapy floor, and in an almost slow-motion moment, both of you lost your balance at the same time.

With a loud crash, both of you fell and by some stroke of pure, chaotic fate, you ended up landing right on top of Bakugo.

For a second, there was stunned silence between you. Bakugos red eyes staring at you, the colour matching his face. It was like both of you became hyper aware of everything. The wet dishsoap on your uniforms, the clean smell lingering in the air, the way you were so close to each other. Heck, was this a romance manga?

"GET OFF ME, Y/LN!"

Bakugo shouted, his voice a mix of embarrassment and frustration. But before you could scramble off of him, a voice came from the doorway.

"Uh, guys?"

Kirishima said from the door, his face red from holding in his laughter.

"What… exactly are you two doing?"

Your face turned beet-red. You immediately shot up, pushing yourself off Bakugo and standing up quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. Bakugo was on his feet just as fast, avoiding your eyes.

"Shut up, shitty-hair! This is not what it looks like!"

Kirishima, though, was practically doubled over with laughter, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.

"I don’t know, it kinda looks like you two are really bonding over the.. cleaning?"

Kirishimas' face immediately turned from laughing to fear once Bakugo stomped up to him

"Shut the hell up!"

Bakugo growled, storming past him, still red in the face.

This was one of the most ridiculous things that had happened in ages, and you both had been so caught up in the chaos of cleaning that it almost didn’t feel real.

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A/N: HII! I'm kinda back, I think? This is short but lowkey super cutesy. I hope you guys like it and tell me if you'd like more of rival! Bakugo x reader. Also, this is my first time writing Bakugo, so I'm sorry if it was bad—I gotta admit this was a little rushed, and I just wanted to post something before people started thinking I died :-)

[cautious-soup]

Bully!(Only I make you like this) Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Part 1

CW// Noncon, degredation, physical abuse, implied choking, destruction of personal property :( Satoru isn't very nice, ooc Satoru Gojo in that he's an evil bastard

Summary: Satoru has lots of fun at your expense, and tries not to think about his feelings

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Satoru never had a hard time talking to people. Most considered him easy to talk to, pleasant. He was a little baffled, honestly, to see just how differently other people were treated compared to him, but it made sense. He was amazing, after all.

It was because of this that he never had any trouble getting into your dorm building.

"Hey, my bad I forgot my key, can I go in after you?"

Like usual, the person nods and lets Satoru in without a second glance. He hums on the elevator up to the 4th floor, gets off, and strides to your room.

He knocks three times, and when you don't come to the door, he sighs and texts you.

Satoru: let me in

Y/N: Im not here, go away

Y/N: *there. Im not there, so leave

Satoru: lolololol

Satoru: hey this is actually a great opportunity for me to show u something

You squint down at your phone in confusion, then panic when you hear a key turning in the door. Sure enough, Satoru walks in like he owns the place.

"These hard keys are really outdated huh?" He says, "Such a security risk, waaaay to easy to make copies," he twirls said copy around his finger, and you sag in defeat.

"You hurt my feelings Y/N," Satoru sighs, "I mean, lying, really? You don't wanna see me that bad?"

"I wish you were dead, that's how much I don't wanna see you," you say. It doesn't matter how you provoke him, it'll be awful either way.

"Aaah, such a rude thing to say," he says, "Now I'm real hurt, Y/N, and the only way I can feel better is if I hurt you back,"

Your breathing quickens. Scooting back on your bed, you squeeze your eyes shut as Satoru closes in on you.

Then, your door opens again, and you nearly sob with relief.

"Oh!" Your roommate tilts her head at you, "Woah, aren't you on our basketball team?"

You can see Satoru's jaw tick, and you scramble for a response.

Getting out of bed, you smile at your roommate, "Hey! Are you headed to the library? I was just about to go myself, wanna head out?"

Your roommate looks between you and Satoru, "Um, if I'm interrupting--"

"No! No no you're not interrupting anything, come on, if we hurry we'll be able to grab smoothies on our way there,"

As you both stand in the elevator, your roommate peers at you curiously.

"Was it ok just to leave him in there like that?"

You shudder, but play it off as a laugh, "Yeah he uh, the library's crowded so he wanted to use my room to study hahaha,"

"...so why'd you suggest going to the library then?"

You give an answer so half assed you don't even remember it. As you stiffly walk towards the exit, your phone buzzes.

Satoru: ur so funny

Satoru: dw ill getcha next time 👍🏻

Satoru: its gonna hurt btw lololol

Satoru pocketed his phone and hummed. He'd gone through the trouble of learning your roommate's schedule, but evidently that wasn't enough.

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He did, in fact, make it hurt.

It was as if all of the effort he'd ever put into anything was focused down into the singular purpose of wrecking you.

Your grip on your sheets slackened as Satoru caged you in from behind, draping himself over you.

"Tired already?" He asks, you feel the heat of his words against your cheek, "I've got plenty of time, Y/N,"

But not enough.

Lately, Satoru's been making up reasons to see you. It was getting close to midterms, and he told himself he'd be done by then.

Really, he just expected to get bored with you.

But you kept giving, kept feeding something inside of him he didn't even know needed to be fed. Every time you whimpered, cried, begged, pleaded, and bled for him, that odd chasm in his chest shrunk just a bit.

You shudder as Satoru noses the damp nape of your neck, and wait for it to be over.

Some time later, Satoru's phone buzzes.

Sho: party's lit

Sho: u still coming?

Satoru pants, running a hand through his hair and sitting up. You shift on your mattress, turning so you're on your back, and stare up at him.

Satoru tapped his fingers idly on the side of his phone. He looked down at it, then down further at you, at your puffy eyes, at your hair splaying over your pillow, at the bruise around your neck.

Satoru: nah. u guys have fun tho

Tossing his phone aside, Satoru resumes, grabbing your hips and sinking inside of you. You whimper, and he's thankful it's too dark for you to see his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Hngh, nnf, ugh,"

Satoru grins at your blubbering, leaning down to lick up the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Better hold on tight babe, I'm nowhere near done yet," he whispered.

Your bed frame rocked against the wall so hard that night, you knew it would be impossible to explain away the noise tomorrow.

What would be the appropriate reaction to losing a laptop with years' worth of essays, creative writing pieces, poems and school projects, and watching it sink to the bottom of a duck pond?

You're not sure, you honestly can't react at all.

Satoru is laughing his ass off next to you, still holding your bag and letting the remaining contents fall to the ground. He reels his arm back and chucks your bag into the pond too.

"Heehehehe, oh man, I wish I could keep that look on your face in a bottle," Satoru panted, trying to catch his breath.

You make a lot of expressions that he likes. Sometimes, when he's bored in class or with running drills on the court, he'll cycle through them in his head.

Lips pursed and brows furrowed means your thinking about how to solve a problem (and Satoru isn't a problem that can be solved.)

Eyes wide and lips slightly parted means you're scared. He always loves making this look melt into one of anguished pleasure, tears streaming down your cheeks, lip bitten raw, eyes squeezed shut.

But he realizes something in that moment, watching your bag soak up the dirty pond water and start to sink.

He looks over at you, at the expression on your face--or lack thereof.

He's never seen you smile before.

Sure, he stalked your friends' social media (you don't have social media) and saw the group photos you took with them, saw your smile, but you never smiled around him.

He looks over at the pond, then back at you.

Maybe you're ticklish.

He tries it the next time you're under him, your bra pushed up and your panties around your ankle. He grins when you're off guard and runs his hands over your sides.

You stare incredulously at him.

"Eeh?" He pouts down at you, "You're not ticklish at all?"

You scoff, "Sorry, being bullied and sexually assaulted regularly doesn't really put me in a laughing mood,"

Satoru sneers, "Kch, ok. I guess all that's left is for me to put you in an even worse mood then huh?"

Unsure of what sore spot you hit, your pussy endures another hour of being well and truly fucked.

And when you think he's done, Satoru heaves you up by your thighs and walks across your room to the full length mirror propped up by the door.

You gasp, impulsively covering your face with your hands, but Satoru drops you to your feet, grabbing your wrists with one hand and keeping them twisted behind your back.

"You're going to look," he murmurs lowly. You meet his blue eyes peering over your shoulder in the reflection, "You'll look, and you'll see what I do to you,"

You sob as Satoru grabs your chin and forces you to look at yourself, he realigns himself with your entrance and starts punching moans from your throat. You struggle against his grip, but he tightens his hold, and fucks you harder.

Eventually, you're begging. You're humiliating yourself and begging to cum, each thrust leaving you dumber than you were before.

"See, there's no need to act all high and mighty Y/N." Satoru purred, turning your chin to face him, "In the end, you're nothing but a dick hungry whore,"

You sag against Satoru as he slots his mouth against yours, letting his tongue past your lips. The ensuing orgasm lights up your entire nervous system; it almost hurts.

Satoru lets go of your wrists and lets you drop to your knees in front of the mirror. You lay on the floor panting, vaguely registering the sound of rustling clothes.

Satoru appears in front of the mirror again, tidying up his hair and tugging his shirt down, before turning and leaving your room.

"See ya around," he says without looking back.

You stare at the door in silence.

Part 3

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A/N: Hello! Sorry if any of this is formatted weird, I just decided to do everything on my phone this time lol. Hope you all enjoyed reading this :)

[2-dsimp]

Hitman Team Ask:

Since they’re okay with it, what would it be like to peg Ossian and Yujin? ( separately since Ossian doesn’t like sharing Darling ).

Like would the boys be loud? Quiet? Or somewhere in between?

Do they “finish” when just being pegged or do they need more?

Questions, questions🤔

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𝙲𝚠: 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆! 𝙶𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛! 𝙿𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚈𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝, 𝙾𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢,

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🅾︎🆂🆂🅸🅰︎🅽 🆃🅷🅴 🆂🅽🅸🅿︎🅴🆁

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𝙾𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚜𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

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🆈🆄🅹🅸🅽 🆃🅷🅴 🅷🅰︎🅲🅺🅴🆁

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𝚈𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎’𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚡. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚢𝚗𝚡 𝚑𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Hi! Can I pls request dating headcanons for Bale Batman with a female reader who used to works as his assistant but now helps Alfred with batman related work? Like reader is not a superhero but helps Alfred with his duty? Also reader is a very sunshiny person, kind and loving? Thank you ❤️

Thank you so much for requesting, anon! <3

A/N: This is a warning, I got carried away. I blinked and suddenly two hours were gone and I had this. Also, let's pretend Bruce took over Wayne Enterprises before he came Batman.

Enjoy!

~ Fi🪻

Part 2 ♡ Part 3 ♡

Dating Bruce as his assistant ♤

◇ You'd been working for Wayne Enterprises even before Bruce took over, under the supervision of William Earle.

◇ Your parents always told you what good people the Wayne's were, helping the ones less fortunate. Naturally, you wanted to work for their company, hoping to help keep their legacy.

◇ Once you started working there, however, it was different than you'd expected. This Mr. Earle didn't seem to respect the Wayne's wishes of helping the poor people of Gotham.

◇ It did pay well and you really needed this job, so you reluctantly kept your mouth shut, doing as your told.

◇ Which was refilling coffee cups and occasionally taking notes during meetings.

◇ Once Bruce took over, your faith had been restored. He was his father's son, and actually seemed like he wanted to help.

◇ Now, you were way more involved in the inner workings of Wayne Enterprises, working closely with Lucius and Bruce.

◇ You still handled most of the paper work, but you were allowed to voice your ideas and suggestions, which was heavily encouraged by Bruce.

◇ You were on coffee duty, but because you actually wanted to. You enjoyed bringing Bruce his coffee and being rewarded with a gently thanks and a smile that made your heart flutter.

◇ Bruce had moved your desk directly into his office, saying it was more convenient that way, for the both of you.

◇ Which was true on one hand, but he secretly liked having you around him. Your presence put him at ease, watching you calmly look through a bunch of documents for him to sign.

◇ Your bubbly and bright personality contrasted him so well, you were always humming a tune or doodling on some expired documents.

◇ He loved when you hummed, it made him able to concentrate better on what he was doing.

◇ You two just clicked. In more ways than one. The company was thriving thanks to your teamed efforts, and he was... happier.

◇ Little did he know, he made your heart sore. Being around him so often made you happy too, always engaging in pleasant conversations between the workloads.

◇ Eventually, he asked you out, making your brain short circuit. It left you unable to focus on anything for the rest of the day, as a stupidly wide smile sat on your face.

◇ You hit it off from there.

◇ The first few months you could not stop talking. About anything, really.

◇ You told him about everything, always bubbling over with excitment and joy.

◇ The fact that you could always find something positive in life made him smile and potentially have made him a little more optimistic as well.

◇ You did have your doubts about whether or not this could work since he was your boss and you were working together all the time.

◇ It did work.

◇ Maybe a little too well, you ended up moving to Wayne Manor.

◇ And Alfred became your best friend immediately.

◇ You helped him around the Manor, it was a huge house after all, although he insisted you didn't have to.

◇ You wanted to, you enjoyed it.

◇ Alfred sharing funny and cute embarrassing childhood stories about Bruce while you were doing mundane household tasks was your favorite part.

◇ He talked about Bruce's parents as well, you wished you could've met them.

◇ Then, things changed.

◇ Bruce would come home bruised and limping, which he would always dismiss as some sort of bar fight.

◇ You weren't stupid. Bruce didn't get into meaningless bar fights. You worried, but refrained from questioning him about it since he had to have a reason not to tell you, right?

◇ You worried your ass off the more he came home bloody and beat up.

◇ You couldn't take it anymore, it broke your heart to see your lover come home hurt.

◇ You confronted him, he tried to play it off somehow but eventually he caved and told you everything.

◇ He was the Batman.

◇ You had to sit down after he told you.

◇ And that is how you got here.

◇ You still worked at Wayne Enterprises but much less frequently.

◇ Lucius had taken the main reigns now, as Bruce was occupied otherwise.

◇ Your main purpose was now in the Batcave together with Alfred, helping with whatever basically.

◇ Gathering Intel, talking to Lucius about more Bat gadgets, and most importantly, patching him up after a rough night.

◇ You were so gentle with him, Bruce could've sworn your touch and kisses immediately healed any ailment he had.

◇ He looked at you with the most loving eyes as you stitched up the giant gash on his arm. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and you mumbled out a quick apology everytime he winced.

◇ Bruce will spoil the shit out of you.

◇ You've done so much for him, and he just needs to give you something back.

◇ Doesn't matter if he buys you whatever you want or hold and praise you at night.

◇ Will not keeps his hands off you.

◇ Like ever.

◇ The second he gets back from patrol he's wrapping you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

◇ Doesn't matter how hurt he is, if he's dripping in blood or barely able to keep himself on his feet.

◇ You are and forever will be his priority.

◇ You, of course, scolded him everytime he did this, telling him he could shower you in his love and affection when he wasn't bleeding out.

◇ He doesn't listen to you, stubborn as he is, and continues to do whatever he wants.

◇ Which is loving you, no matter what state he is in.

◇ You two have gotten into several arguments about his behavior, but you always talked it out in the end.

◇ You held eachother at night, whispering praises and compliments until you eventually drifted off to sleep, both with a content smile on your face.

◇ He absolutely loves waking up with you. You always tell him about the dreams you had, talking and laughing about a time traveling cow with a briefcase.

◇ Your laugh is his favorite sound.

◇ If he could listen to it 24/7, he would.

◇ Now that you were also helping Batman when you're not in the office, you were obviously on the black list.

◇ Something was bound to happen at one point.

◇ After staying late and finishing some blueprints with Lucius, some wannabe villain got his hands on you.

◇ When Alfred told Bruce, he lost his absolute shit.

◇ All rational thoughts were thrown out the window, the only thing that mattered was you. And getting you back.

◇ He almost went in as Bruce, absolutely enraged, but Alfred managed to talk some sense into him.

◇ You were tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse, mouth taped shut.

◇ How original.

◇ Once Bruce had found you and seen how tightly your hands were bound, the rope digging into your skin, and that absolute fool of a leader roughly grabbing your face, waving around a gun in front of you, he went ballistic.

◇ He was so ready to burn this place to the fucking ground.

◇ That was the only time he almost actually killed someone. He beat that fucker into the next decade.

◇ He only stopped when he heard your muffled cries, snapping out of whatever enraged trance he was in.

◇ Bruce whisked you away so fast, you were back in the Batcave in the blink of an eye.

◇ Immediately checked you for any injuries.

◇ Your face was slightly bruised, your lip split and rope burn was sitting on your wrists.

◇ He had to take a moment, his fists clenching.

◇ You assured him again and again that it wasn't his fault and that the minor injuries you had sustained were nothing.

◇ He never really forgave himself for this, he never told you, though.

◇ Took the next two weeks off Batman duty to be with you.

◇ Held you for those two weeks straight and took care of your wounds.

◇ He promised you, more himself really, that something like that would never ever happen again and that he would protect you with his life.

◇ Will kiss you all the time, especially after the incident.

◇ He will become so clingy, but you love it.

◇ You moved on with life after what happened, and seemingly so did he.

◇ But there was something you didn't know.

◇ He went back, tracked that bastard down and finished the job.

◇ That was the only time the Batman has ever killed someone.

◇ It was more Bruce Wayne than Batman when he did it.

◇ He would do it a hundred times over if it meant protecting you.

Some bonus NSFW hcs

♤ Is smitten with you the second he meets you.

♤ has fantasized about bending you over his desk and fucking you.

♤ After you started dating and made things official, he fulfilled that fantasy.

♤ basically lives between your thighs.

♤ would stay there all day if you'd let him.

♤ You don't. (because you would be sobbing by the end of it)

♤ he's so pouty about it, very upset at you.

♤ so loving in bed, he has made you cry simply from telling you how much he loves you while he fucks you into oblivion.

♤ You sucked him off from under his desk once and he fucking loved it.

♤ I'm gonna say it again

♤ PUSSY EATING KING

♤ just loves eating you out so much it's ridiculous.

♤ You've woken up on more than one occasion with his face buried in your cunt at 8 in the morning.

♤ after you got kidnapped, he fucks you so hard and rough.

♤ he needs those emotions to go somewhere and you happened to be sitting there so pretty, he couldn't help himself.

♤ he feels really bad about it after, you deserve nothing more than to be made love to.

♤ You tell him you actually liked it and wouldn't mind if he did it again sometime.

♤ fucks your brains out the second that statement left your mouth.

♤ the best at aftercare, will love on you to your hearts content. Always draws you a bath and kisses your neck and shoulders, he's so sweet.

♤ He loves you like he has never loved anyone before, and he would give you the world if he could <3

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I hope you liked it, anon!