#that you have no life and no home and nobody

[bambambwi]

High School Romance?

( choi seunghyun x reader )

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At school, you were always the center of attention whether you liked it or not. Your striking looks and family’s influence made sure of that. With your parents owning multiple businesses and funding school events, your name carried weight in every hallway.

Most students adored you, either out of genuine admiration or strategic flattery but not everyone saw you as the golden girl. To some, you were nothing more than a spoiled rich kid who had everything handed to her. They whispered behind your back, assuming your life was effortless, your friendships shallow, and your confidence just arrogance in disguise.

But they didn’t know you. Not really.

Academics, though? That was a different story. Despite your efforts, your grades barely clung to passing. You tried, you really did, but your reputation as a "privileged" student often overshadowed the hours you spent in study halls.

You didn’t have many friends. Sure, there were a few people you talked to here and there but none of them compared to how close you were to Choi Seunghyun. He was the one person who treated you like a person andnot the girl with money. With him, you could laugh, vent, and not worry about living up to some perfect image.

Every project, upcoming test, and school event, you always attended with him. He was always there for you, and you were too. You shared a bond that nobody else could understand, a comfort in knowing that no matter how chaotic things got, you’d have each other to lean on.

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Today was your birthday, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel excited about it. With the upcoming exams looming over you, the day felt more like another thing to stress about rather than something to celebrate. You had your breakfast and left for school without saying a word to your parents. Not even a simple bye. Yes, that was how it went today. 

Once your driver dropped you off at school, you lingered outside for a few minutes, scanning the crowd until your eyes landed on seunghyun. You quickly caught up to him, your footsteps falling in sync as you walked side by side.

"How’s your day going so far, birthday girl?" he asked, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Hey, c'mon, the day just started!” you said, tugging your books closer to your chest.

You walked into class and stood by your desk, glancing down at it. A sigh escaped your lips. "Not again.." you muttered, picking up a tissue to wipe away the drawings scrawled across your table. Noticing your struggle, seunghyun gave you a sympathetic look and motioned for you to switch tables. He knew you’d rather avoid cleaning the scribbles off your desk today.

During class, the teacher mentioned the upcoming dance, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a wave of unenthusiasm washing over you. Every year, you attended the dance with a boy, and each time, it ended in disaster. This time, you made a choice, not to go.

After school, you were walking down the hallway with Seunghyun, casually chatting, when a boy from another class suddenly interrupted you. With a confident smile, he asked if you would go to the dance with him but to his unfortunate luck, you politely declined.

"He was good-looking, I would’ve taken it" seunghyun said, walking at a slower pace beside you.

"These parties always end up in disaster. I’ve made up my mind not to go" you said, crossing your arms as you walked.

seunghyun let out a chuckle. "Is that so?"

You groaned at his response and, hoping to change the subject, asked, "Don't you have training today?"

He obviously noticed your attempt to change the topic, brushing it off with a smirk. "Yes, I do. Already missing me?"

You gasped at his tease, giving him a playful smirk before walking out of the school gate. 

Later at home you were sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through your phone after the intense tutoring session you had just endured. Your mind was still buzzing from the long hours of studying and as you scrolled mindlessly, a message from seunghyun popped up on your screen.

"How’s the brain after that tutoring marathon? Need a break?"

You couldn’t help but smile. Even after everything, seunghyun knew how to lighten the mood.

‘’Meet me outside at the usual spot’’

You immediately sat up, grabbing your jacket and rushing down the stairs, completely ignoring the maid calling out your name in protest. You were determined to meet him, but then, the rain hit suddenly and by the time you reached him, you were completely drenched.

"Ah, you're completely drenched. C’mon now..” he said, moving closer to you and holding his umbrella over both of you.

"Hey, I didn’t know it was going to rain!” you said, not noticing the people behind him.

"I hope you don’t mind that a few of my friends tagged along" he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice. You nodded in response, showing you weren’t bothered by it.

He dragged you into an empty room, the darkness greeting you as you stepped inside.

“seunghyun, what is—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he slipped a party hat onto your head, and his friends entered, holding a cake and singing happy birthday.

You were completely flustered, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture but, as the cake was set down and the laughter filled the room, you couldn’t help but smile. In the end, you ended up having a great time with seunghyun and his friends, the surprise turning into a memory you’d cherish.

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As the days passed, closing in on the dance, seunghyun watched you turn down every boy who asked you to be their date. It stirred an unfamiliar feeling inside him. He tried to brush it off, but the thought of you rejecting them, especially him, kept replaying in his mind. No, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. She’s my friend. I’m her friend.

It was bothering him more than he expected. His friends started noticing it during training, the way his focus kept drifting, the tension in his movements. They shot him curious glances, sensing something was off, but seunghyun kept brushing it off, not ready to confront what was brewing inside him.

He would linger around his phone, staring at your texts longer than usual, even though you hadn’t messaged. He’d find himself scrolling through old conversations, rereading your words as if they held some deeper meaning he couldn't quite figure out. I really like you but is it worth risking it? Do you even like me back? I cant.

At some point, he ended up breaking down about it alone. He couldn’t help it. He liked you a lot. But he didn’t know what to do. You were the closest thing he had to a true friend, and the thought of ruining that terrified him.

Just a day before the dance, you were in the library, studying alongside him. Out of boredom, you casually asked, "Do you have anyone to go with to the dance?" The question caught him off guard, making him drop his pencil as he paused to think for a moment.

"No, I don’t.” he finally answered, his voice a little quieter than usual.

"You know, since my parents are in charge of this year’s dance, I’m obviously being forced to go.’’ you said, hesitating for a moment. "So, I was wondering..would you go with me instead?"

That one question gave him butterflies. Are you really asking him? Trying to hide his excitement, he replied nonchalantly, “Sure.’’  but deep down, he wanted to jump around in pure joy.

On the night of the dance, seunghyun walked up to your house, adjusting his tie and holding a bouquet of roses. This isn’t a real date... Why did I even bring these? he thought, ringing the doorbell and patiently waiting for someone to answer. The door swung open, and your maid, upon seeing seunghyun, called out for you.

You ran down the staircase, clutching your purse, and as soon as seunghyun saw you, his breath caught. Was it just tonight, or were you somehow even more beautiful today? His eyes were completely focused on you, unable to look away.

You said your goodbyes to the maid, rushing out the door before snapping your fingers to get seunghyun’s attention. Out of embarrassment, he kept his hands behind his back, hiding the bouquet of roses he had bought just for you.

"Aw, seunghyun, you bought me flowers? You’re adorable!"

That compliment made him want to crawl into a corner and hide, his face flushing a deep shade of red.

You took the roses from his hand, smiling as you walked toward the car. As you both got into the car, the drive to the venue was filled with an almost uncomfortable silence, but not an unpleasant one. seunghyun kept glancing at you, his fingers nervously tapping against his leg, while you couldn’t help but admire the roses in your hands.

Once you arrived, you both got out of the car. seunghyun turned to you and held out his hand, offering it with a small, reassuring smile. You hesitated for a moment, then placed your hand in his as you walked toward the entrance, his grip warm and comforting.

Inside, the entire venue was bathed in soft lights and adorned with beautiful decorations. The atmosphere felt magical, a stark contrast to the chaotic dances of previous years.

"Wow... it's completely different from last year's dance" you said, looking around in awe.

seunghyun turned to look at you, ready to respond, but was immediately struck by your beauty. The lights reflected off your features, making your eyes sparkle, and for a moment, he forgot what he was going to say. He quickly turned away, brushing it off with a nervous chuckle, hoping you hadn’t noticed his reaction.

He watched as you walked further in, disappearing into the crowd. seunghyun stood back, observing everyone around him, lost in the music and lights. His focus was interrupted when a woman, holding a drink, approached him.

"Are you seunghyun?" she asked, her eyes scanning him curiously.

Taking a moment to recognize the lady, seunghyun smiled politely. "Ah, you must be y/n’s mother. Nice to meet you" he said, giving a slight bow.

"You look charming today" she said with a smile. "Did you come alone? y/n didn’t tag along?"

"Oh no, I did come with her" he said quickly, hoping not to leave a bad impression on your mom. "She went to get drinks."

Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, a loud scream interrupted him. His heart skipped a beat as he immediately turned toward the source of the sound. His eyes widened in shock as he froze, seeing you drenched in punch. Your mom immediately rushed to the scene, scolding the group responsible for the mess as you ran outside, tears streaming down your face. Without thinking, seunghyun followed you, his heart racing as he tried to catch up.

Grabbing onto your wrist, seunghyun pulled you back, stopping you from running. He gently tugged you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug.

"It’s okay" he whispered, his voice soft but steady, "I’ve got you."

"I want to go home" you mumbled, burying your head against his chest.

seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He gently pulled away, unbuttoning his suit jacket and wrapping it around you to keep you warm. "Let’s get you home then" he said softly, his hand resting on your shoulder as he guided you to your car.

He drove you home, walking you all the way to your front door. You stood in front of it, taking off his jacket, ready to hand it back.

"Keep it" he said quietly, his voice soft yet firm.

"But—"

Before you could protest, seunghyun gently cupped your face with one hand, his other hand brushing against yours. He leaned in, giving you a sudden, tender kiss.

"Keep it with you” he whispered after pulling away, his eyes soft and sincere.

You looked at him, confusion evident on your face as you absentmindedly rubbed your thumb over your lips, still lost in the moment.

"I've liked you a lot for some time now" he said, facing away from you, his voice almost hesitant. "And it's becoming impossible to bottle it up."

He took a deep breath, turning back to face you, his eyes soft but vulnerable. "And I totally understand if you don’t feel the same... I won’t bother you."

You stood there, frozen, trying to process what he had just said. The words echoed in your mind, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to blur.

“seunghyun..’’ you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. You stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest. "I—"

Before you could finish, he turned to leave, a pained expression crossing his face as he took a step back.

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything’’ he mumbled, his voice breaking.

But you couldn’t let him walk away. Without thinking, you grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

He turned around, eyes wide with surprise as you stood there, a small, uncertain smile playing on your lips.

"I like you too" you confessed softly, your cheeks flushing with the admission. "I’ve just been too scared to say it."

He let out a chuckle, glancing down at his shoes, clearly trying to hide his relief and the smile tugging at his lips.

"Guess it’s getting late” he said, his voice quieter now as he leaned in just a little closer to you. "I’ll text you?"

You playfully hit him softly in the chest, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "You better do” you teased, your heart still racing from the moment.

With a final smile, you turned and began walking back toward your door, giving him a playful wave over your shoulder. "Goodnight!”

As the door closed behind you, you leaned against it for a moment, tugging onto his jacket, the warmth of it reminding you of the night. You smiled to yourself, feeling the butterflies flutter in your chest, before heading inside.

[revelboo]

Any chance we could get a part 2 for Silverbolt?

Sure!

Save World Get Girl Pt 2

Silverbolt x Reader

• Screaming, you take off into the woods, a predator in pursuit. You’re obviously no fighter, too small and helpless to defend yourself and every protective instinct he has flares to life. Snarling, he charges after you and sees the predator dive for you, claws catching at the back of your gear and your little feet leave the ground. Kicking and flailing when the predator drops you and lands to attack. And he’s there, denta bared and brandishing his blade. Ready to protect you even though he has no idea what you are, only that you don’t belong.

• That thing trying to eat you looks like a dinosaur which is just impossible. Terrified, you crawl backwards, thinking of all of things you’ve not done yet but wanted to do. Meant to do. And then a new monster is between you and the dinosaur, you don’t even know what you’re looking at. A lupine head, feathers, metal skin, and yellow optics. Definitely a monster. It has a blade in its hand, slashing at the air and snarling at the dinosaur. Your best guess? This thing wants dibs on eating you.

• “Stay down, I’ve got you,” he growls, denta snapping at the predator until it decides to find easier prey. Turning, he vents, somehow not even surprised to see you booking it into the woods and danger. Growling, he chases after you. “Wait! Not that way!” And you just ignore him, running like he’s the one trying to devour you. You’re not very fast at least, reaching out, he snags you by the back of your gear and you screech even louder, kicking.

• Swearing and thrashing to get away, you yelp when your feet leave the ground. And you come face to face with that snout full of pointy denta. And it’s growling at you, the sound rough and guttural, before it looks around. “Look, you don’t want to eat me, I went on a health kick for a while and drank kale smoothies for a year. I probably taste like kale. Nobody likes kale,” you say, aware that you’re babbling and that you can’t stop. So terrified, there’s no mouth to brain filter. But if you hyperventilate, you won’t have to watch it eat you alive.

• Struggling to control your wiggling form, you chirp frantically at him. Upset about being handled if he has to guess. But it’s not like he has any choice. You’re so small and he’s sure if he lets you go you’ll just run off into the jungle again. Carefully hefting you over a shoulder, your chirping becomes more urgent, clearly upset. “Sorry, but I can’t just leave you out here.” Whatever you are, you have no claws or fangs, no weapons. You’re helpless and definitely don’t belong out here. Optimus probably isn’t going to appreciate him bringing you home, but he can’t just leave you. And besides, you got here somehow. You must have a ship and maybe it’s their ticket home. Because he wants to go home so bad.

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[charmolysiz]

head empty just… bassist¡kuroo

bassist¡kuroo who regularly visits the coffee shop you worked in, clad in blank t-shirts and a cocky grin. he certainly did not seem like the type to spend his nights performing in stingy bars, but you were not exactly the picture of someone he would expect to be in the crowd, either. safe to say the both of you were surprised upon meeting eyes, though not an entirely negative phenomenon.

bassist¡kuroo who plays with just a fraction more effort that night, finding his eyes drifting to the sea of people more often than he would like to admit. and every time, without fail, he nearly misses a note when he locks his gaze with yours.

bassist¡kuroo who continues to see you every shift, never bothering to mention the double life you both lead save for implying glances and grins that hold just a bit more wisdom. he just watches you make his drink (which he could care less about, honestly), and wonders how small the world really must be. that or fate, maybe, and he has to refrain from letting himself indulge in such fantasies.

bassist¡kuroo who keeps the receipt containing a scribbled mess that is supposed to be your number in your back pocket all day, and can barely wait to call you the moment he arrives home. his voice is smooth and low and yet somehow nervous as he speaks to you, hoping that he was not fooled.

“kuroo?”

“how many people have you called my name today? be honest.”

definitely him alright.

“only the ones who radiated the energy of a MySpace celebrity from the other line. so, nobody.”

oh, he likes you.

bassist¡kuroo who suspiciously starts asking the band if he could write more songs the more he lets himself love you. he walks with a little more pep in his step, eyes sparkling with more purpose and fondness to not only you but the world that blessed him with your presence. everyone knows; they all see where his eyes linger as he strums the string of his guitar. but they do not comment. they just let him breathe you in, and hope you never disappear from the air.

:: first post on this blog, not my best — i’m half asleep. just love my boy and love the thought of him being a big loser who plays bass ;(

[kikyoupdates]

Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎

bnha x op!reader

op!reader, my hero academia x fem!reader, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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Aizawa feels bad about bringing you to the hospital again. It goes without saying that it’s not a fun place for a kid, but if the doctors are concerned, then really, what choice does he have?

“Am I sick?” you ask him. “I don’t feel sick, so why am I back here?”

He offers you a sympathetic smile. “It’s just in case. Sometimes, we need to do a lot of tests to make sure that your body’s healthy. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

As always, you go along without much protest. Aizawa appreciates that you trust him so much, but it actually makes him feel even worse about jerking you along like this. You’re a good kid, and truly, you deserve better than the unfortunate circumstances you’ve found yourself in.

Dr. Iwase examines you, does a few more tests (Aizawa holds your hand again when they take another blood sample), but all in all, it’s clear that nobody has any idea what’s going on.

“She seems perfectly healthy and functional,” Dr. Iwase frowns. “Which is why... it just doesn’t make any sense. The numbers we keep getting don’t add up. Perhaps it has something to do with her Quirk? You mentioned before that she has regenerative abilities. Perhaps that might be affecting her blood cells and overall constitution. But even so, it’s still rather strange...”

If a doctor can’t figure out what’s happening, then Aizawa sure as hell won’t be able to either.

He spares a glance at you. You’re sitting on the exam table and happily swinging your legs out, seemingly without a care in the world. No part of you strikes him as being sick or unhealthy. Scientific data aside, as long as you don’t feel any discomfort, that’s what matters most, right?

“Can I take her home now?” Aizawa asks. “I’d hate to keep her here too long. Especially if you say she looks fine.”

“Yes, I suppose. Sorry for the inconvenience. A child’s wellbeing is at stake, so naturally, I couldn’t afford to be negligent.”

Aizawa nods. “Of course. I’m just glad she’s okay. As you’re probably aware, I don’t have much medical knowledge, but at the very least, I can keep an eye on her health and look out for any concerning signs.”

“That would be much appreciated,” Dr. Iwase smiles. “Thank you, Aizawa. So long as you monitor [Name]’s condition, I feel confident that she’ll be just fine.”

Well, that concludes yet another hospital trip. Aizawa doesn’t much care for the harsh smell of antiseptic and the constant beeping of medical machinery, but he supposes he’ll have to get used to it. If it means keeping you safe, he’ll take you to dozens, no—hundreds of hospitals to make sure you’re in good health.

“So, I’m not sick,” you hum, looking rather pleased with yourself as you hold onto Aizawa’s hand. “I told you, Aizawa. I told you I was feeling just fine.”

“I know,” he chuckles. “Like I said, this is just to be safe. Adults are very meticulous about these kinds of things. We like to test things a bunch of times just to be sure that we’ve gotten it right.”

You smile. “That’s okay. I don’t mind coming back here again if it helps everyone believe I’m not sick. And since I was a good girl and listened... that means I get a burger, right?”

Man. You really, really love burgers.

Not that Aizawa minds. Quite frankly, that smile of yours is so cute that he’s ready to risk everything for it.

“One burger coming right up,” he muses, affectionately ruffling your hair.

Your smile gets even bigger. “Since I was extra good today, can I maybe have two burgers instead?”

“...let’s not push it.”

He’s convinced that if you ever do get sick, it’ll be from a burger-induced food coma.

You’re a kid. Being a kid comes with its fair share of troubles, it seems. Troubles that are only amplified by the fact that you have virtually no lived experience.

While it’s true that kids are generally ignorant about most things, yours is a different case altogether. Certain things you instinctively pick up on, thanks to the knowledge Dr. Garaki imbued your brain with, but others, you can only learn by experiencing them firsthand, and what may seem incredibly obvious to most people often needs to be explained to you in great detail.

Aizawa still hasn’t been able to figure out what the deal with you is. The police have yet to find any leads, and there are absolutely no records of you anywhere they’ve looked. Almost as if you never existed in the first place.

Whatever the case, it’s clear that his guardianship can hardly be called ‘temporary’ anymore.

For the foreseeable future, you’re here to stay, and that means that he needs to make sure all your needs are properly seen to.

This, of course, includes education.

“School?” you blink, visibly confused. “What’s that?”

As always, your response catches him off guard. Based on a rough estimate, you look to be about five or six years old. You claim you don’t know your birthdate, which is plenty horrifying in its own right, but he chalks that up to the obvious gaps in your memory. Still. To have forgotten about something as fundamental as school? It’s messed up, and it makes him tremble just imagining the horrible man who must have tormented you all this time.

You’ve been through a lot, which is all the more reason why you need to start living normally, the way other kids do.

“School is where people go to learn all kinds of things,” Aizawa explains. “I’m sure you’ll really enjoy it. And there will be plenty of kids your age there, so you can make some friends too.”

Friends...

You like the idea of having friends. Hopefully, you can meet more nice people like Izuku. That would be great. Just the thought makes you ridiculously excited.

“I want to go,” you insist. “I want to make tons of friends!”

Present Mic laughs. “You’ll have to learn too, kiddo. That’s kind of the main focus of school. Well, you seem like a smart kid, and you’re good at following instructions, so you've got all the qualities of a model student.”

Your face flushes with pride. School hasn’t even begun yet, and you’re already being praised. It seems like a rather promising start.

And so, while you eagerly await your first day of school, Aizawa and Present Mic attend to all the bureaucratic details. They’re able to find a good public elementary school in the area, and thankfully, after explaining your unique circumstances, your enrolment is approved.

That’s how you find yourself equipped with a cute cat-themed backpack, lips parted in awe as you stand in front of the school gates.

Aizwa pats your head. “How are you feeling? It’s okay to be nervous, but just remember to take a deep breath, and everything will be fine—”

“I’m so excited I can barely stand still!” you exclaim. “I want to go in, I want to go in, I want to go in!”

Well, then. He had a whole speech prepared in case you were getting cold feet, but this certainly saves him the trouble.

“I’m glad you’re looking forward to it so much.” Aizawa crouches next to you and smiles. “Mic is busy with hero work, so he couldn’t be here to drop you off, but he wanted you to know that he’s rooting for you.”

“I know,” you beam. “Even when you guys are busy, I know you’re still thinking of me. Just like how I always think of you.”

Goodness. Aizawa is convinced you must be a tiny little angel that fell out of the sky. Perhaps that’s why most things are so foreign to you.

He chuckles weakly at the thought. No, of course not. Your past is far too grim for that to be the case. Still, it’s nice to dream.

“Have fun,” Aizawa encourages, patting your head one last time. “Make sure to listen to your teacher and you’ll be just fine. And play nice with the other kids. I’m sure they’d love to be friends with you.”

You hesitate before trickling past the gates, where the crowd of other kids is passing through. Aizawa wonders if you’re finally starting to feel nervous, but before he can pose the question, you jump into his arms and give him a big hug.

“Bye-bye, Aizawa,” you say. “I’ll miss you while I’m at school. And you’ll miss me too, right?”

He blinks in surprise, but it doesn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around you.

“I will. I’ll miss you a lot,” he mumbles. He’s not just saying it for show, either. As he holds your tiny body against his, he realizes that he’ll miss you like crazy these next few hours.

It’s strange how he hasn’t even known you for very long, but already, you’ve become so deeply ingrained in his life.

He finally waves goodbye to you, and you scurry off excitedly, following behind the rest of the students. Aizawa could have easily walked with you all the way to your classroom, but you insisted that you wanted to figure it out yourself. You’re a big girl, and you want to prove to him that you’re plenty capable on your own.

Thankfully, the school isn’t terribly big, and you’re able to find your way just by copying where most of the other kids are headed. Your eyes scan the signs above the doors, searching for the classroom that you were assigned to.

Ah. It’s that one!

You grin proudly. Look at that. You figured it out just fine, even without Aizawa’s help. Of course, it’s not like you have any qualms about relying on him, but it’s nice to do something on your own every once in a while.

You step inside the classroom and take a few moments to assess your surroundings. So, this is school, huh? There are desks and chairs all over the place, there’s a blackboard at the front, and the walls are covered with all sorts of educational posters; mainly catchy slogans or words of affirmation. There’s a map of the world too, and a big clock.

But best of all, the classroom is bustling with excitement. There are kids everywhere you look. So many of them! So many potential friends! You’re itching to go up to them and introduce yourself right off the bat, but before you can, someone beats you to it.

“[N-Name]?”

Huh? That sounds like...

You whip your head around, and sure enough, there he is. The nice curly-haired boy you met not long ago, and who you quickly hit it off with.

A grin spreads across your lips.

“Izuku!”

You bound over to him and take his hands in yours, despite the fact that it makes him yelp out of embarrassment. You’re too excited to take note of how violently red his face is. You just can’t believe how lucky you are, to have met him again on such short notice. And best of all, you’re classmates now, which means you’ll get to see each other all the time.

“Yay, Izuku’s here!” you beam. “I’m so happy to see you again! I didn’t realize you went to this school too. It’s my first day, and I was already excited, but now that I get to see you, I’m even more excited!”

The poor boy’s head is spinning. He’s so flustered that he can hardly keep up with what’s happening, and the fact that you’re still holding his hand in yours doesn’t help in the slightest.

You frown a bit, having finally picked up on his embarrassment. “Hm? Izuku, are you okay? Your face looks kind of—”

“No way is this happening right now.”

Ah. There’s yet another familiar voice.

Except this isn’t one you’re all too thrilled about.

Katsuki grits his teeth. “I can’t believe it. You seriously have the nerve to show your face here, after all the crap you said to me? You really must be an idiot. You made a big mistake coming to this school.”

He balls his hands into fists, an act which is clearly meant to intimidate you, but all the while, you just stare at him without uttering a word.

Then, you blink.

“Sorry, what was your name again?”

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My Love For You (Patrick Bateman X Reader Attempt, Fem Reader, Contains (Noncon) Kidnapping, Stalking, Obsession, Patrick being creepy and yandere, etc.)

(A/N: So I randomly decided to attempt a reader insert fic with Patrick. I was inspired by the fantastic works of @makeyoumine69 and @creepybeanie

I'm personally not really a fan of writing the second person POV of "you" from a narrator's perspective. I much prefer to do it from a character's POV. It's been a while since I wrote from Pat's POV anyway, and it's always so fun. I missed doing it! Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading 💗)

Oh, hey, sleepyhead! Did you have a good nap?

You know, there's no point in trying to squirm. Those ropes? You're not going anywhere with them. You should know I've had plenty of experience typing women up. You're not the first woman I've bound to a bed. In fact, it was easier to do it here in my summer home rather than my apartment's bed. I really like the way the bedframe works up here.

Go ahead, try to scream. There's no point in it. Do you know how much land surrounds us and separates each house? Nobody will hear you.

Even if I did let you go, just for the fun of the hunt, you'd never find your way out. You'd probably get lost on the beach. Your only way out then would be the cold, vast ocean. Would you take that risk? Jumping into that ocean where a shark could eat you or where you'd freeze to death?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Who am I? Oh, sweetheart, I'm your little shadow. I've been following you around for quite some time. I've watched your every move for the last... three months or so...

Yes, dear, it's been that long. I remember our first date... I caught you at that coffee shop. You were so quiet and awkward, so shy and cute... I fell for you the moment I saw you. You were so...different, different from the other women I've been around in my life. They were models, hardbodies, loud party girls, but you... you were the antithesis of all of that. And that's when I finally realized what I was missing in my life, what I needed.

I needed a real woman.

I needed someone who was genuine, kind, sweet... I needed someone who, while beneath me, felt just as lonely as I did. You've heard of trickle down economics? Of course you have, you pay attention to the headlines, as much as they worsen your anxiety. Well, I believe that loneliness is the one thing that seems to be trickling down through our society. It's lonely at the top, but it's just as lonely down there. That's why you and I need each other.

Because we can understand each other against all odds.

You're lonely down here, I'm lonely up there. We both know what it's like to be different, to be surrounded by fake people... it's miserable, isn't it? But you... you don't try fitting in like I have for so long. And for that... that is something I admire. Something I need... something I can escape within... You know you can escape within me, right?

Don't squirm so much when I sniff your hair... I can't help myself around you... darling, you are soooo intoxicating to me... God, I need you... You need me, I know it... don't deny it, don't fight it... I know how touch deprived you've been. You poor thing... I know you need this. You've needed this for so long. You barely even leave the house... It was apparant to me the moment I first saw you at that coffee shop.

I could tell it wasn't really your thing to get coffee somewhere. You much preferred to just make your own at home. But I've grown to understand that leaving the house isn't your strong suit. As I've followed your every move and hid in the shadows, completely undetected by you, I learned it doesn't help you have no friends, no lover... you're all by yourself...

You poor thing... you've been so lonely for so long... but that's okay. Let me be the one to touch you, bring you warmth, comfort, companionship... I know my love is twisted, but you will learn to accept it and embrace it. You will learn to accept my perverse love because you know you need it...

The few times you have left the house, I've spotted you at several places. I've watched you enter and leave the hospital you work at. That's the only time I've seen you truly leave consistently. I've seen you go to the grocery store and the convenience store every now and then. I've seen you go to your old school, where you could just wander and reflect upon your journey so far in life. That hiking trail, that park... I followed you to the mall, where you watched that scary movie... remember, the zombie one? Then you hit the arcade and then ran through a spending spree throughout your geeky stores to buy things to make you feel less lonely... remember the hot pretzel with spicy sauce you bought for yourself at the food court?

Of course I remember all these details. It's not often you leave the house to do fun things, love. It's easy to remember one day's worth of details. Especially since you spend most of your time inside your house playing video games and watching TV, sometimes sitting on your front or back porch. I watched you the whole time in spots you were completely oblivious to... the windows, the bushes... it was all so easy...

Remember that convention you contemplated wanting to go to? I wish you weren't so shy and scared to go. Maybe you would've met someone just as nerdy as you! Or... maybe... you would've met me! Maybe I would've finally presented myself to you, you wouldn't know at that point I had been watching for you some time... but then again, if we had gone, you would've probably known I didn't belong there, and that would've ruined everything...

Or how about the county fair? That theme park? You mentioned possibly taking time off to go there. But you just didn't see the point...why don't you? You deserve happiness, pumpkin... you deserve to be loved... and I will show you...

How did I find all this time to watch you? Ha! Because nobody cared to look for me! I could skip days of work, and nobody even knew. I would just be mistaken for someone else. It's not like I have true friends or close family that would go looking for me. I'm just as alone as you are, my love... don't you see how much we need each other?

Shhh...shhh... Don't cry... Don't cry, pumpkin. I know it's so hard to be so lonely... but I'm here now, and I will make it all better...

Can you leave? Why, of course, not! And why would you want to leave? So you can secluded yourself in your house again? My darling, what kind of life are you giving yourself? You see, I am giving you a much better life. You might not feel like it right now, but you will see. With how much money I have, I could provide anything to you. I could provide trips to other countries for just the two of us, I could buy you anything you want...I could provide you the world on a silver platter. You won't have to work, and neither will I! I'm quitting that Wall Street job. It wasn't good for me anyway, I see that now. I might just leave the city entirely. The empty nights of hookers and blow... all of the bloodshed I spilled... they'll be replaced with nights full of lovemaking with you... We'll be so happy together, princess...

All you have to do is behave... and be a good girl for me...

Do you like it when I kiss you? It feels so good to kiss you... mmmm, fuck, baby, you're driving me insane... I'm gonna give you the ride of your life tonight... you know, most women I've given the rides of their lives to always end up having those same lives taken away from them by the end of the night... I can't do that to you, my little angel... I could never hurt you... I would only kill to protect you... because the closest thing to love is what I feel for you... you are the first and only one I will ever feel this for...

This is why I've done all of this, my dear. I did all of this for you. And now, you are mine. Forever and ever and ever...

You will always be mine, dear. If you ever run from me, I will always catch you. If you ever hide from me, I always find you. And I will bring you right back here, safe and sound. To be mine for all of eternity. You and I are one now... and always will be...

So keep on squirming and crying and screaming all you want... you'll exaust yourself. You'll come to realize this is for the best. You'll come to realize how right I am. You'll come to accept me and my love for you. You'll realize that you love me too. Whether you like it or not, we are soulmates, and we will be bound together forever... You'll see that all of this is for you...

And all for my love of you...

(A/N: Thank you so much again for reading! Sorry if this isn't the best, idk if or when I'll write more reader insert stuff, it can be hard for me, as self insert stuff is what I'm most comfortable with. But I'd appreciate any feedback! 💗💗🫂🫂😘😘)

[starstruckchilli]

Billy Batson Fic Idea:

Billy has been in the Justice League for just over a year, as an eleven-year-old parading in an adult’s body.

Unfortunately, in an especially difficult battle he’s forced to reveal his identity to his teammates, and they don’t take it well.

With a little digging from Batman, his foster history and eventually drop from the systems are exposed. Now the entire JLA view him as a pathetic child in need of saving by them.

Superman orders Martian Manhunter to remove all of Billy memories of Captain Marvel so that they can protect him from the “dangers of hero work.” Subsequently, Billy is fostered by Bruce and placed in the Wayne household.

The batfam keep their ‘bat’ secrets from him, and after six months acclimating to the manor, Billy starts keeping his secrets from them.

Clearly, he’s some sort of meta.

Lightening has been arching off his body in, powerful, sporadic bursts whenever his emotions are particularly heightened. As a citizen of Gotham, he’s well aware of the “no meta” rule and fears what Batman (a cool, cryptid vigilante that he’s never seen before no matter how much it feels like he knows him on a personal level) will do to him.

So he tells no one, especially not his foster siblings.

Furthermore, his mind has been messing with him, inserting fragments of memories that he can’t quite place.

He gets especially dizzy around news stations. He swears he can envision Captain Marvel in detail, despite his certainty that he’d never met the hero. The feeling is so powerful though, to the point that he compulsively starts collecting news articles about “the hero that went missing.” He begins unconsciously seeking connects to his former life.

When Billy works out that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and the Batfam work out Billy has magic, it’s already too late.

Cap’s god-like powers have already returned all of his memories.

Billy is overcome with unadulterated fury at the revelation.

Marvel’s powers have been suppressed within Billy for far too long and they excitably respond to these emotions.

Billy confronts Batman, screaming about how they invaded his mind and stripped him of his autonomy. All the while, thunder and lightening rains down upon Gotham, menacingly striking the manor.

He yells at Batman for coercing him into their family in order to fulfil some sort of guilt complex. They basically kidnapped him and kept him as a pet.

They stripped him of his home, his life goals, his morals, and worse of all, his identity.

Every few words, Billy pauses to yell Shazam. The lightening tears apart the manor, setting the south wing aflame.

Nobody can get close to him without being struck by a particularly vengeful beam of light.

“Shazam. You ripped me from my home. Shazam. You kept me like a pet. Shazam. You stripped me of everything I believed in. Shazam.” He booms, voice thunderous and hateful.

The Mightest mortal looks intimidating as he switches forms. His hair whips in the wind and his eyes glow white with electrical rage.

As he turns of fly back to Gotham, Billy swears that he will never stop heroing for Fawcett, and if the JLA tries to interrupt him, he will have no choice but to treat them as enemies.

Bruce is left to rot in his regret and dread as he watches his foster son that he’d come to love fly away. He puts on his cowl and heads up to the Watchtower with a new resolve; to convince the superheroes that Captain Marvel needs to come back to the league.

In the end, more stuff goes down. Dick and Steph and some other family members go to Fawcett to convince Billy to come home. He ignores them. Bruce is wallowing in the Batcave while presenting weekly PowerPoints to the JLA about Captain Marvel’s essentialness.

Eventually they are all united by a big bad. Bruce saves Billy’s life then Captain Marvel saves the day. He accepts his invitation back into the league and starts living with the Wayne’s again. Everyone is happy. Yay.

Lemme know if u think I should write this lol

[taylorsfolkmoredress]

Title: Nobody does it like you do

wc: 1.2k

tags: 18+ MDNI, daddy issues, daddy!hotch, smut, fluff, aaron worships you. religious imagery? maybe??, Hotch x reader, implied age gap (reader is prob in like, early 20s), innocence kink maybe? minor abuse mentions!! lmk if i need to add more i suck at this

summary: loosely based on Daddy Issues by the neighborhood!

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i was listening to daddy issues by the neighborhood and. well. here we are.

feel free to point out typos and stuff!

proofread in the most half-assed, I-have-plans-to-watch-TV-with-my-mom-and-needed-to-finish-up way possible. lmao

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You looked so sweet, sitting at your desk with your hair pulled into a cute butterfly hair clip. Aaron could see the smalls pieces that didn’t quite make it into the metal contraption, and they framed your face in the most graceful way. You wore a soft cream cardigan that covered an adorable, baby pink tank top. You’d paired them with a matching pair of cream slacks that reminded him of what a modern day angel may wear. something sleek and professional, yet that screamed of your soft nature. He could practically feel the comforting energy radiating off of you from the confines of his closed office, though that could also be from the mind-numbingly sweet smile you sent his way through his opened blinds.

Your cheeks were flushed the softest pink and he couldn’t wait for the moment he got you back into his home. It had been two and a half weeks since the last time he’d had the privilege of holding you in his arms, blocking you completely from the horrors of the rest of the world.

Aaron was so lost in thought that he hadn’t even realized you’d begun making your way to his office. It wasn’t until he heard your signature knock, just as delicate as you, that he felt himself break from his thoughts. He called for you to come in, keeping his voice firm and unaffected, though he’d always had a feeling you could see right through every facade of professionalism he forced himself to apply. The second he saw you though, saw how your saccharine smile curled at the edges, your lip dipping beneath your teeth, he was done for. He could no longer hold back the indulgent smile that overtook his normally reserved expression.

You were simply too sweet, too innocent in a way that hardly ever lasted in this profession. You still believed in the good in the world, still believed that everyone started off as wonderful, kind people, and that you could protect that. It made him want to curl himself around you, shield you from the prying eyes of the criminals they fought on a near weekly basis.

“Hi! You were staring. What’s on your mind, handsome?” Your voice pulls at something in his chest, something he’d not discovered until you stepped into his life. He nearly loses himself in the way your lips curl around the sounds as you speak, each syllable dripping like fresh honey. He wanted to taste them.

Instead, he simply leaned back in his chair, patting his lap for you to spread out across his thighs. He gives you a simple answer, one he knows you’ll enjoy. He mentions the museum you’d wanted to visit recently, keeping the spark in your eyes as his most prized possession, and he watches your lips move in excitement as you explain how cool it is. He won’t remember a single word from your impromptu art lesson, but he doesn’t care. It just gives him another opportunity to get lost in your words later.

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You looked angelic in his eyes. You were spread out beneath him, your delicate, white, cotton dress was pushed up to your hips. Your soft, simple panties were soaked, the matching mark on Hotch’s thigh making something possessive rear its head inside his chest. You were the closest to divinity he’s ever been, your hair fanned out in a halo around your head. Every gasp that fell from your lips was a prayer answered, and each tear that followed and slipped down your cheeks, over your pouting, swollen lips, was an angel born. He watched as you created universe after universe as he used every piece of himself to bring you pleasure. Every pull of his sheets was a planet forming, each arch of your back was a star. Worlds were being pulled into creation with his tongue and fingers, and the feeling was more intoxicating than any substance the mortal world around him could concoct.

You shook against him as your orgasm took over, more hot tears streaming down your face, and Aaron had to pull away from your soaked slit to move up your body until he could trace the salty lines of your tears. They tasted like the finest ambrosia, and he needed more, needed to make you shake and scream in pleasure until he’d had his fill of them.

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Aaron had no idea what happened between you and your father. he wondered if it was similar to what happened with his, but he didn’t like thinking of you in that way. He didn’t like imagining your scared cries, or the red marks that would’ve been left behind. He wanted to hunt down any man who may have ever hurt you, but he couldn’t. Instead, he settles for proving himself better than them all.

He makes you lunch each day, knowing that, if given the option, you’d skip eating in favor of being “more productive.” It didn’t matter how many times he took you over his lap for not taking care of yourself, you just wouldn’t do it unless he was there to ensure it. But he didn’t mind at all. He’d take care of you for the rest of his life.

He took you out shopping, watched you try on everything that caught your eye. He carefully tucks each dazzling smile you give him into a chest in his mind, a collection he keeps for days when he feels his worst. He loves watching you spin in your skirts, or when you’d get the shyest look he’s ever seen on your face and ask him what he thought of your outfit.

Hell, he ties your shoes for you when you’re out together. He has you raise your foot so he can reverently balance your heel on his knee, so he can tie each knot with precision and care.

He cares for your things the same way he cares for you. He folds your clothes like they’re spun from fine gold, remembers the name and backstory of every stuffed animal you have, every backstory you came up with and built on in childhood. He learns how you prefer to keep your bedroom organized, a chaos with hidden functions, keeping everything right where you need it.

He’d do anything for you.

There was a time, when he’d only just met you, that he used every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from you. He didn’t think, at that point, that he’d ever be worthy enough to have you, to claim you as his. He didn’t think he’d ever be the only person to hear how sweet you were in the mornings, stretching your body in a deliciously simple way. He didn’t think this could be anything more than a fantasy, one he felt horrible for when you gave him your soft, secret smiles.

But then you’d pouted up at him one day and asked “What did I do?” and suddenly his resolve had crumbled around him, leaving nothing but your damp eyes in it’s wake, and he was so woefully unprepared he nearly fell to his knees before you in the office. He only barely held himself upright.

He would never directly ask about your past, your childhood. But if you needed someone to take care of you, he was going to be that person for the rest of his life.

[jrwiyuri]

Is any other jrwier actually a bit obsessed with how much of Grefgore has been changed by his forced devotion to Shilo (and likely in some way previously to the Queen) and how little of Grefgore probably exists in him anymore because he’s supposed to be a servant? Or is that just me..?

[charyou-tree]

Buckle up, I have a whole rant locked and loaded about this one:

For people born before that demographic, computers weren't around when they were growing up, so its understandable that they're playing catch-up.

People in that demographic grew up with desktop/laptop computers that worked pretty much the same as you would expect from a general office PC or school computer, so the skills they learned playing/modding games or messaging their friends through a web browser directly translated to useful office skills later. Even basic things like using Word, installing programs, navigating folders, using a keyboard, were all taught implicitly by self-motivated kids messing around with the family computer, and often teaching their friends to play together. I remember the assumption being that kids would always be better at tech than their parents because they were "digital natives" who learned how best to use it young. This may have caused a kind of complacency about teaching kids how to use technology, which I'll come back to later.

For people born after that demographic, we enter the era of smart-devices being most people's primary computing appliance, and the era of "the app". It doesn't make sense for many families to buy a multiple-hundred-dollar minimum PC/laptop when they're probably already paying that much for everybody to have a phone that does "nearly as much".

Through a deliberate effort by major software enterprises, consumers were deliberately kept in the dark about how the software they used actually worked. App stores are walled gardens of proprietary software that can't be modified or even verified that it does what it says. Sure, any toddler can semi-use an ipad, but the trade off is that even skilled users are inherently limited in what they're able to accomplish on such a system. And none of the skills of navigating between game/social media apps on a touchscreen really translate to practical skills that will help in any sort of academic or professional environment.

When I was a TA for undergraduate physics courses, getting the adult students to download and install a piece of free software was like pulling teeth, but it was hardly the student's fault. Half of them were using locked-down chromebooks that defaulted to saving everything somewhere in the cloud, so even getting a file downloaded, much less installed and executable, was made deliberately near-impossible.

Meanwhile, in the ~30, arguably 40 years since Personal Computers have revolutionized home life and office tasks, hardly anywhere have those skills been added to school curricula! We're still operating as though the internet is a neat fad that might pass any day now. Although really, its because schools are barely able to offer what they presently do being chronically starved of funding by a society that doesn't value educating their children.

So, the net result of this is there's a narrow window of people who grew up after computers were affordable but before they became enshittified and deliberately less-capable app-based devices became the default that actually learned non-trivial PC skills en masse.

That's not to say nobody outside that demographic knows anything about computers! My maternal grandfather is 85 and he built his own last 3 PCs! And there are still plenty of kids cooking up their own Minecraft mods with their friends, but the younger-millennial older-gen-z demographic had some unique advantages when it came to learning about technology.

Technological literacy only exists in a very slim age demographic of people born from roughly 1980 to roughly 2007

[elviraaxen]

I'm probably not the first to admit this but goddamn was I a narcissistic prick when I wasn't on stimulants

[lpsgirl109]

I need to know if anyone else understands the feeling of wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone in ways that Sound very romantic but you aren't into them like that. Fantasizing about living with them. Cooking dinner together every night and watching movies, laying together in silence just because one of you is lonely and wanted comfort. If you have to leave the house before they wake up, you'll make yourself breakfast and leave a plate for them in the fridge. When one of you is sick, the other makes soup and brings them their medicine whenever they need it. Getting home late knowing there will be a warm meal waiting for you, and doing the same for them. But you're not attracted to them, and you know you never will be, but you still want that kind of life with them

[da-janela-lateral]

Tsubomi Takane... I really need to write her in several situations but alas, I have to proceed with my studies

[baymaxmuses]

When Rouge mentioned she used to 'sleep in a box', the echidna's features contort into concern. What kind of life did she have before GUN? Before her agent work? Before meeting him, even? Maybe some day, she'll tell him. Until then, he was content just... having new companionship here, in his little home. He'd brought Sonic and Tails here a couple times, but... nobody else had seen this place. Not Amy, not the Chaotix, not Shadow... and until now, not this fluffy little bat now sitting in his lap, either.

Felt strange having a woman in here with him... or heck, having somebody this close to him, period. And they were going to make out? Knuckles wasn't too nuanced on the specifics of romance, but with how Rouge was keeping (almost) complete transparency, he actually, for once, trusted her.

Part of him was waiting for his trust to be broken, but... from how painful it sounded for her when she made that admittance, the majority of him tried to beat that small part back, as it felt wrong to doubt her.

Once she was in his lap, and she mentioned in that sultry tone that she wanted to 'occupy his time', his face started to burn again.

"Yeah? Uh... what uh... what did you have in mind... um... Ru-Ru...?"

Felt awkward not saying her name or just straight up 'bat girl'. The pet name felt... way too foreign, and he wasn't sure how she'd react. He was gonna be mentally smashing his head through the non-existent windows of his bungalow in a moment if it turned out she hated it, or found it too silly.

She followed after Knuckles into his little home running her finger along the wooden structure. Despite looks she could tell he put alot of effort into building his own little place among the ruins. None of the others would ever know what it was like for him, and not even she could begin to imagine it. Alone for who knows how long, and given an impossible task. The Isolation alone must have drove him near mad---She wondered if Sticks and Knuckles would get along. They had alot in common in the way they grew up.

" ... Well it's better then the box i use to sleep in... that's for sure. I'll never cease to be amazed by your and Sticks ingenuity... i couldn't begin to build anything like this... "

She paced around the little room pausing as he explained this more modern devices. Tails was probably just worried about Knuckles and how that isolation might effect him. Sonic? Well who knew what his concern was, but he knew he was a good friend at least most of the time.

Yet his motion to join him got a soft smile out of her as she trace a finger across the top of the TV. Making her way across the room to where Knuckles lay quietly. She tilted her head as if debating just how she was going to curl up next to him ultimately getting a rather mischievous smile. She lay down on top of him her head resting on his chest as she folded her wings behind her and gazed up into his pretty eyes.

" Mmm boredom huh? Well don't worry, i'm sure i find something to occupy your time... can't have my darling knuxie bored now can we... "

[gardening--tools]

🐶.

perhaps the reason this sickness is hanging on is in part due to the fact i have to rescue the puppies from being put outside to sleep at night. they don’t have their second coats yet!!! they can’t be outside at night!!! in winter!!!! it’s sub freezing let’s use our fucking brains!!!

[crimeronan]

walking around this place at night is genuinely so fucking scary. nothing has Ever made me appreciate portland's pedestrian-focused infrastructure like trying to navigate a dirt track beside a busy road (city won't invest in sidewalks in certain areas) while souped-up ford-f150s driven by clearly-drunk white men zoom past me at 50mph.

in a residential zone.

WOW i am. not doing that again.

Take Me Home....

[light-wrath-paradise]

Kinda fucked up how all the people I know are like "Yeah I know what I want in my life. I want to work in X field and I want/don't want a long-term partner who I'm going to marry, I want kids and-"

and I'm there just like 🧍