#I JUST. THOUGHT I LIKED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS THE FIRST PERSON IN MY SCHOOL WHO SAID MY NAME RIGHT....

[halluvic]

Someone hold my heart bc I thought of this au and it makes me feel excited

OKAY SO

Healer!Reader, not in the doctor way or anything, but a meta

Your blood can heal. You bleed liquid gold like you have heaven in your veins.

It's useful, very useful. What need is there for modern medicine or surgeries when a bit of your blood is enough to restore someone to their optimal health?

It's also scary. There's too many people who would kill, maim, and torture to have you. You're a living panacea, the key to a long life, maybe even true immortality with a little tweaking— extending their lifespan and healing from injuries within seconds, who wouldn't be greedy for that? Life thrives in you like a bursting dam that forces vitality into everything and anything.

You definitely would NEVER choose to be a vigilante and would avoid getting injured at all costs to hide this secret, you're not oblivious to how much danger this power puts you in. Maybe when you're sure nobody and nothing is watching, you may use it to help a sick animal or that dying willow tree you really like near the school. But on a human? Never, you can't trust that they'll keep it to themselves.

Your mother abandons you in light of your powers and her only gift is that she'll take that secret to her grave. She loves you but the pressure of attaching herself to such a target is too much. You'll be safer with Bruce Wayne and his highly secure mansion than with someone that can barely afford to feed you. You could also stop going to actual school and have him hire a tutor to homeschool, this way you'll be less likely to accidentally expose your ability.... win-win?

Kind of. You take the medical route so you have an excuse to subtly use your powers once you graduate. That'll take a while as you're still building your foundation for it in highschool. Can you still call it that if you're learning at home?

You miss talking to people your age. The manor is big and easy to get lost in, cold and lonely. You miss the cozy feel of your old home, no matter if it was kinda run-down and the bathroom always had plumbing issues. You practically beg him to forget about the debut, gala, whatever it's called. You're not built for public attention the way he is.

Bruce is trying to father you but work gets in the way and he keeps disappearing at odd hours of the night. You don't ask- just in case it's a shady rich person thing and you don't wish to accidentally know more than you should. You don't know him too well after just a couple of months and there's no way an ethical billionaire exists.

'Whatever he has going on, I'm staying out of it.' You promised to yourself.

You're glad it was a promise because those get broken half the time. Apparently your dad is a vigilante. Or might be, you could be wrong. They have the same mouth which is part of the only visible area the cowl doesn't cover, and Bruce has a sort of grace that feels off to you.

What actually exposes him to you is your siblings. First of all, it's weird enough that you recognize the pattern. The amount of Waynes to Bats ratio? Suspicious. Or you're just paranoid. If he's really the Batman, then it must be genetic.

You usually kept to yourself as part of the effort in keeping your powers down low because no matter how careful you are, you can't always avoid papercuts and minor wounds. You don't need people asking why your blood looks like the watery melty version of a soft metal.

What are you gonna say, you dyed it? Anyone would think you're a meta or something. You lock yourself in your room most times and immerse yourself in your hobbies. Art, music, books, little experiments and some tinkering? You're into it. Maybe you'll start crocheting once you get over the 'I probably wouldn't be good at it' feeling. You sound-proofed your room for when you're playing instruments, you don't need anyone wandering in out of curiosity. This family is not yours.

'Just let me be a ghost.'

So because of this, you're distant with basically everyone else in the family. Except maybe Alfred, but he's obligated to care for you. It hurts a little that no one tried harder, but maybe it is better this way, you'll be safer than ever. You wish you could use this ability for good but you've learned early that humans will do heinous things for anything they perceive as valuable.

You could destroy the medical industry with something your body can produce infinitely so long as you're provided for. At least just the physical problems, as you can't heal mental illnesses. Just the ones caused by physical damage, unfortunately, so emotional trauma is out of your expertise. You also can't restore lost limbs or regenerate them, they'd have to still be attached to the body for it to work. Humans are not built like axolotls.

Now how do you get outed to them?

Either you get cut because they're all walking hazards and they witness as you bleed and heal just as soon as golden blood wells from it, or one/more than one of them get severely injured and you can't exactly watch them die even if they do piss you off, so you resort to using your blood and BOOM they're no longer in danger of death. Pro, no deaths. Con, you're in hot fucking water.

You do in fact have a go bag at the ready in case this happens somehow and you're under no delusion that they'll be kind about you hiding a life-saving ability, so you bolt the moment you get a chance to do so undetected.

You're not sure why they look like you ripped their heart out when they try to chase you down and you tell them you won't be their tool to use, nor be a willing blood bag they drain like a slaughtered lamb whenever they need healing.

Besides, why do they care now? Because you're finally useful?

You can't trust them.

-

Just some thoughts I had is like, Damian thinking his half sister is like Lazarus incarnate. His sister he mostly dismissed because there's no way a meek thing like you could threaten his position. Sure, it's not green, but the functions are there. You're an instant heal buff walking on two legs and a fuckload of trauma. Jason, he'd feel sick using your blood even if he might have to accept it a couple times and thinks holding you would be just as healing. Cass would relate, she was also literally raised as something to be used. Tim probably gets intentionally injured badly so you would HAVE to come close enough to him to give your blood.

One regret is that since it instantly heals him, he can't be all over you and act victim, vying for your care. Dick is... Dick. Come on. He thinks you're a fuckin angel or something. Figuratively or otherwise. It's a miracle you haven't left them even before the reveal and put up with their bullshit. Although it's mostly because you were saving money for your go bag just in case and staying is cheaper since everything is taken care of.

In this au, it's more accidental neglect than anything. The bats are close because they're all vigilantes who already spend time together patrolling, in comparison to you when you mostly stay at home and don't go to Gotham Academy like Duke, Tim, and Damian do. Less chances and opportunities for you to run into each other. And when you do, it's just a casual passing by in the hallway or the kitchen.

Of course, the bats still feel bad once they realize this and try to rectify it. Obsessively.

Edit: I think they def should still learn self defense in case things DO go south and they have to fight and get away. Otherwise, how can they escape the family?

[showhay]

synopsis: sakusa kiyoomi swore he hated germs, but somehow he can’t stop craving every single trace of you—your smile, your touch (!?)—and it’s driving him insane in the most embarrassingly obvious way.

sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

category: fluff fluff flufff !! (might be a lil ooc but get this, they're childhood friends so that has to have some effect! pls don't kill me haha)

this one’s a lil long, i enjoyed writing a bit too much.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sakusa kiyoomi had rules.

number one: don’t touch him unless you’re komori, sometimes.

number two: don’t stand too close unless you’ve showered in the last thirty minutes.

number three: don’t breathe near him unless you want to be silently hated forever.

and yet… somehow you had broken every single one of his rules since you were six years old, and he let you. worse—he wanted needed you to.

“omi, your mask is crooked,” you teased one afternoon after classes, leaning way too close to fix it with your fingers before he could even protest. your hand brushed against the side of his face, your pinky grazing his cheekbone, and kiyoomi’s entire body froze like a laptop running on 2% battery. he definitely crooked his mask every now and then, this guy just wouldn’t admit it.

“don’t—” he started, but his voice cracked. komori, who had been walking a few feet ahead, whipped around at the sound. the look on his cousin’s face said it all: busted.

kiyoomi tugged the mask back up, ears visibly red above the fabric. “don’t touch my mask with your dirty hands,” he tried again, but it was too late. you were grinning at him like you knew his deepest, darkest secret.

and the truth? you probably did.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the rest of itachiyama’s volleyball team had known kiyoomi for years, and not once—not once—had they ever seen him willingly let someone so much as bump into him without a lecture. but with you? oh, he was a walking contradiction.

“you see that?” one of his teammates whispered as they stretched before practice. “she just poked him in the side. poked him. with her actual finger. and he didn’t disinfect.”

“i think i’m gonna be sick,” another muttered, covering his mouth with his hands.

komori just shrugged like he’d been watching this phenomenon for years. “that’s my cousin. he’s been whipped since elementary school.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the thing about sakusa kiyoomi was that he never said much. he preferred silence, his own space, and a world where people kept their sweat to themselves. but when it came to you, his silence turned into something else.

it wasn’t peaceful—it was noisy. his mind screamed every time you laughed too loud, or smiled too brightly, or tugged on his sleeve because you were too lazy to reach the vending machine button yourself.

“omi, can you press the top one for me?”

“you have hands,” he deadpanned, but he pressed it anyway.

you leaned against his arm dramatically, sighing in mock gratitude. “you’re so strong. my hero.”

kiyoomi’s ears burned beneath his curls, and he stared at the vending machine like it had personally betrayed him. “stop saying stuff like that,” he muttered, shoving the bottle into your hands.

but then you beamed at him. “thanks, omi.”

and sakusa thought, very quietly, that he’d press every button in the world if it meant you’d look at him like that again.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

his mask was another story. everyone knew sakusa wore it religiously—practices, games, walking home, sitting in class. but then you’d come along, and suddenly there were exceptions.

“omi, it’s stuffy in here, take it off for a second.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“please?”

“…fine. but only for a second.”

his teammates nearly dropped dead the first time they saw him slide the mask down while you were around.

“did… did she just unlock the forbidden face?”

“he didn’t even yell at her for asking!”

“what the hell, komori, is your cousin broken?”

komori just grinned. “nah. he’s in love.”

kiyoomi ignored them, but deep down, he knew they were right. he hated germs, hated exposure, hated the idea of people getting too close—but if it was you? he’d let you touch his face with your hands straight out of an art class paint session. he’d probably scratch his skin off once your scent disappears but hey, it’s worth it.

and that terrified him.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

“phase one, subject sighting,” a second-year whispers dramatically.

komori leans over the clipboard they’ve started keeping on the bench. “time: 5:42 p.m. action: sakusa removes mask voluntarily.”

“log it,” someone else mutters, scribbling.

sakusa turns, glaring. “what are you doing?”

komori beams. “science.”

the entire gym falls silent as you jog inside, waving a drink.

“omi, i brought you tea!”

sakusa yanks his mask down without hesitation. “thanks.”

the first-year gasps. “he didn’t even check the seal! he just drank it raw!”

komori clutches the clipboard. “raw consumption. this is huge. groundbreaking.”

sakusa sets the drink down, ears pink. “shut up.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sometimes his possessiveness slipped out in uglier ways.

like the time a random guy in your class had the audacity to lean over your desk and ask for your number. kiyoomi wasn’t even sitting close enough to hear your answer, but his vision tunneled so fast he swore he could see every germ particle on that boy’s hand hovering inches from your notebook.

“no thanks,” you said politely, smiling a little awkwardly.

the boy pressed, “come on, you’re always hanging out with that scary dude. i’m way more fun.”

kiyoomi stood up so fast his chair screeched against the floor.

komori, across the room, immediately facepalmed. “here we go.”

“is there a problem?” kiyoomi asked flatly, walking over with the slow, terrifying calm of someone who could and would ruin your entire lineage.

the boy stuttered. “i-i was just—”

“leave.”

the silence in the classroom was deafening. the boy practically tripped over his own feet trying to escape, muttering excuses. you blinked, wide-eyed, at your childhood friend.

his cousin was a little surprised that he didn’t spray some lysol on the dude or rubbing alcohol. he sighs, ‘ah, he grows up so fast.’ remembering the time that he sprinkled hand sanitizer on a guys eye because he was oogling you.

“omi… did you just scare him off?”

kiyoomi adjusted his mask, looking anywhere but at you. “he was too close.”

you laughed, completely unfazed. “you’re so protective.”

kiyoomi wanted to say, only with you. instead, he muttered, “people are disgusting.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the obsession grew quietly, like mold in a damp corner (he’d hate that comparison, but it was true). he memorized your schedule without meaning to, he has memorized it since middle school, who are we kidding?

he picked the side of the hallway closest to you every time. he wiped down the spot next to him in class so you’d sit there without complaint.

and every time someone else tried to get close, his chest tightened with something he couldn’t name—something bitter, sharp, a little frightening.

komori noticed it most during volleyball practice.

“omi, you’re glaring again.”

“no i’m not.”

“yes you are. that poor first-year just said hi to her, and now you look like you’re plotting his downfall.”

kiyoomi didn’t even deny it this time. “maybe i am.”

komori groaned. “you’re hopeless.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

of course, everyone else thought it was hilarious.

“he’s basically feral when she’s around,” one teammate whispered.

“nah, he’s domesticated. look—she just handed him her water bottle.”

sure enough, you’d offered kiyoomi a sip of your drink without thinking. the team waited for him to recoil, to lecture you about hygiene, to disinfect on the spot. instead, kiyoomi hesitated only a second before lifting the bottle and taking the tiniest sip known to mankind.

half the gym gasped like they’d witnessed a murder.

you just smiled. “see? sharing isn’t so bad.”

kiyoomi’s throat felt tight. sharing wasn’t so bad if it was with you. he would never share with those gremlins though.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the truth was, kiyoomi’s germaphobia had always been his shield. it kept people away, kept him safe, gave him an excuse to avoid things he didn’t want. but you? you’d been barging past his shield since childhood, muddy sneakers and paint-stained hands and all.

and somewhere along the way, he’d started letting you.

he still washed his hands obsessively. he still carried sanitizer like it was oxygen. but when it came to you, he couldn’t stop himself. he wanted to touch, to be touched, to hoard every scrap of affection you threw his way.

and god, did you throw a lot.

“omi, hold my hand, the crossing light’s green!”

he grumbled, but his hand found yours.

“omi, my hair’s a mess, fix it!”

he scowled, but tucked a strand behind your ear.

“omi, you’d miss me if i wasn’t around, right?”

his mask muffled his answer, but you still caught it. “…yeah.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

komori, being the only one brave enough, finally confronted him one evening.

“so, cousin. are you ever gonna confess, or just keep glaring at anyone within a five-foot radius of her for the rest of high school?”

kiyoomi’s grip tightened on his water bottle. “she doesn’t… she wouldn’t…” he trailed off, frustrated.

“she literally fixes your mask every morning like a wife fixing her husband’s tie.”

kiyoomi’s ears turned red.

“and she’s the only person on earth you let share your water bottle.”

“shut up.”

komori smirked. “just saying. if you don’t confess soon, i think the team’s gonna place bets on when you snap.”

kiyoomi muttered into his mask, “i already snapped. years ago.” tone dark and ominous.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it was just you and him walking home one chilly evening, your hands brushing because you kept swaying into his space on purpose.

“omi?” you asked softly.

“hm.”

“why do you let me do all this stuff? touch you, mess with your mask, drink from your bottle? you hate germs.”

he froze. you looked up at him with those wide eyes, genuinely curious, and for once he didn’t look away. “she’s too pretty, so pretty, so so so pretty. she’s the prettiest person i’ve ever seen, i need her, i need her so so bad.”

“because it’s just you,” he said simply.

you blinked. “…just me?”

“only you.” his voice was steadier now, even as his heart tried to escape his chest. “i don’t care about germs when it’s you. i don’t care about rules. i mean, i still do, very much; i just—” he cut himself off, ears burning. “i just want you around. i want you.”

the silence stretched. kiyoomi thought he might actually combust.

then you smiled, soft and blinding. “good. because i’m not going anywhere.”

and before he could overthink it, you reached up and tugged his mask down just enough to press the quickest kiss against his cheek.

kiyoomi went rigid, every nerve in his body short-circuiting.

“don’t freak out,” you teased, pulling back. “it’s just me.”

he stared at you, stunned, before whispering, “…i know.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

from then on, the team stopped betting on when sakusa kiyoomi would snap. instead, they started betting on how many times a day you’d make him break his own rules.

spoiler: it was a lot.

and sakusa didn’t even mind.

because if it was you, he’d break every rule he’d ever made.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i want to put him in my pocket.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[blossomcola]

what abt popular girl wony but she’s g!p w nerdy reader?? I never saw it the other way around rlly, and she’s a nasty bully. REALLY nasty. And she humiliates reader all the time but one rumour goes around w reader liking another girl and her yknow cocky clique wanted to use it to tease reader for it but Wonyoung instead dealt w reader in private..

Do wtv w the smut OMG I LOVD U RGOSLLE DRABBEL TOO OMG IT 7 AM IN THE MORNING AND MADE MY MORNING RLLY 💗💗💗💗

pairing. dom!gp jang wonyoung x sub!fem reader

content warnings. bullying, toxic behavior.

how horrible to be the new, poor victim of all the atrocious actions of the popular, pretty girl at school… wonyoung would always prefer to go for one of the idiots from the video game club or something geeky that she can freely make fun of some man about, but her thoughts took a 360° turn from the first time she saw you, looking so pretty with those stereotypically nerdy glasses of yours and a loaded backpack that reveals what a bookworm and diligent student you are. maybe wonyoung always used to have as victims people who pissed her off a lot and gave her a good reason to make their lives miserable, but when you appear in her life, she starts doing it because she has a certain interest and a small growing obsession with you 👀

more than bullying you, wonyoung seems to always look for reasons and excuses to be close to you or interact with you because she is always in the same place as you at all times, what a coincidence! if you go to the classroom she is already sitting at her desk even though she used to skip some classes but surprisingly she started being punctual with the schedules since you arrived, go to eat at the cafeteria and always see her sitting at her table with a group of friends but she always seems to be looking in your direction and following you with her eyes, changing into your gym uniform in the school locker room but you swear you can feel her gaze on the back of your neck the moment you take off your school uniform and being only in your underwear… maybe you were just misinterpreting things because wonyoung couldn’t be a lesbian, right? you swore that you had seen her with a boy the week before when you went to the mall, but the moment she saw you, she fixed her gaze on you the entire time you were in her line of sight 😳 weird that she keeps up that annoying behavior outside of school because you thought it was just a personality she used in high school, but there is clearly much more to it than what you know.

she finally acts once she hears that rumor about how the school’s girls’ soccer team captain supposedly started flirting with you and and wonyoung is beyond pissed off because you’re supposed to be her nerd, not that stupid athlete’s! ugh with her head so eaten up by ego that she immediately looks for you all over the school after hearing that, without even being able to wait for you to finish talking to that girl because wonyoung interrupts in the middle of the conversation and drags you out of the soccer field, leading you towards the locker room and making it more than obvious what’s about to happen in a matter of minutes…

wonyoung making you sit on one of the bathroom sinks, you holding onto the cold ceramic while she holds your legs on her shoulders and gives you the most delicious frontshots in the world 😵‍💫 she’s so cute when she wants to be mad at you and show you how jealous she is about that rumor of yours but the words can’t come out of wonyoung’s mouth because she's a mess of whining and cute stutters 🥺💕 it’s obvious that wonyoung is dying of jealousy but at the same time she can’t put her emotions and thoughts into words because your pussy hugs her cock so tightly that she can hardly form any kind of thought 🫠

[dreamygirl19]

heyyy hope ur doing well. I wanted to say I love ur weak hero fics a lot and like thank u for feeding us so well 🥰. I actually have so many requests and ideas popping into my head specifically about baku and I'd love to share them with u.

One of those requests are like imagine baku, gotak and fem reader are in the same class. Reader is the top class student who either is already in a relationship with baku or he has a crush on her. And because reader can't concentrate well with loud noises/ disruptions when she studies, baku makes sure that the class is well behaved so it doesn't effect her studying lmaoo.

Ik ur working on a lot of reqs at the minute so I hope ur taking it easy at the same time, please don't pressurise or force urself to get them done (including mine) 🫶

Finally one last thing before I go, like I said before I have a lot of ideas/ personal hcs about baku and Idk where else to go with them. So i was wondering would it be okay if I casually shared my thoughts about baku to you (baiscally not reqs just yap lmao) ?

Awww that's such a cute request and of course you can !! You can even do it in private if you want I don't mind <3

Shh! She's Studying

✮ Summary : Request above ↑

✮ Contains : Fluff, only fluff

✮ Pairing : Park Humin x nerdy!reader (feat : Go Hyuntak)

✮ Word Count : 0.5K

It's the kind of quiet that feels earned. The last few minutes of class tick by on the clock, and the only sounds are the soft rustle of paper and the faint scratching of pens. It’s an unusual calm for a classroom that contains both Park Humin and Go Hyuntak. Normally, the air would be thick with their whispered arguments, Hyuntak's boisterous laughter, or Humin's dramatic complaints about a perceived injustice.

But not today.

Or, really, not ever since they figured out your study habits.

From his desk, Humin glances over at you, head bowed over your notes, a faint frown of concentration on your face. He sees a fly buzzing lazily near the window and almost instinctively swats at it, but then a sharp glare from Hyuntak stops him cold. Hyuntak just gives him a single, pointed look, and Humin immediately understands. Even a fly's buzz is too loud.

It started a few weeks ago. The midterm exams were approaching, and you were in the library, trying to go over some particularly complex equations. You jumped every time a student dropped a book or a chair scraped the floor. Humin and Hyuntak, who happened to be nearby, saw your frustration.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Humin had asked, his voice softer than usual.

“It’s just… I can’t focus,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “It’s too loud. I can’t think when there are so many distractions.”

Hyuntak leaned in, a serious expression on his face. “You’re the top student in this school. You can’t let us get in the way of that.” He then turned to Humin. “We need to make sure Y/n can study.”

From that day on, an unspoken pact was formed.

Now, whenever you pull out your books in class, they become the self-appointed guardians of your concentration. They monitor the noise level with the intensity of secret agents on a high-stakes mission. If someone talks too loudly, Hyuntak gives them a warning glare. If Humin's friends get too rowdy, he's the first one to shush them, a finger to his lips. They've even started policing the hallways during break time, herding their friends away from the classroom door if they get too loud.

They do it because of Baku, the guy who has either already won your heart or is a serious contender for it. They've seen how he looks at you, how he hangs on your every word, and how he seems to anticipate your needs before you even realize them. They know that if they want to stay on his good side—and maintain their friendship with you—they have to protect your peace. So, they keep the chaos at bay, not just for you, but for him.

And you, lost in your own world of numbers and words, are completely oblivious to the silent, comedic efforts of your two classmates, who are currently shushing a third student for having the audacity to cough too loudly. It's a small, chaotic kindness from two people who are anything but, all in the name of ensuring you can study in perfect, undisturbed silence.

꩜ Masterlist

[pinkuurin]

Even though my favorite girl in Kpop Demon Hunters is Zoey my sister finds it weird that I draw Rumi (even Mira) more than her. (It's just that I love her braid so much, literally I love braided girls 🩷💜🩵 Yes, I love Mitsuri, Rumi, and Jinx so much!!)

And it's not only because of the braids, I also love it when characters have hair from a non-natural color, they're literally magical girls in my opinion!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)🍓✨ So Mira you're also loved by me, love gals with pink hair, always 🍜💕

But this doesn't mean I like Zoey less. I absolutely love her design; her outfits are my favorites and her hairstyle is really cute! 🐢 (Turtles scare me tho)

She's the one I feel more related to; all her fears about being too much and not enough, not finding a place to belong to (like Mitsuri now that I think about it), and these are things I can see myself in.

Besides, her line in Golden about "I lived two lives, tried to play both sides, but I couldn't find my own place." is just so personal to me. Cuz my parents are separated since I was 6-7 y/o, so I constantly had this problem about trying to fit into their different expectations of who or what I should be with each one of them.

Not only that but I also had to deal with my duality in being who I am or trying to fit into how others expect me to be, an example of that is showing openly the things I like at school, like anime. Most people in my classroom still find anime stupid, saying bad things about it and people who enjoy it, and it makes me so angry! But even so, I'm not scared of having merch of Mitsuri like pins on my pencil case, or stickers on my folder! ┻⁠━⁠┻⁠︵⁠└⁠(⁠՞⁠▽⁠՞⁠ ⁠└⁠) 🩷🍡

In the end, she's the second character I've felt so related to after Mitsuri, so I love her deeply. 💖💕🍥 Actually, she's the first one I drew after watching the movie, also she's the only one I drew in digital, even so, I'd like to draw her more often!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) 💕✨

This extended more than I thought it would! (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ 💗🍥

[danicalikeswriting]

sad, beautiful, tragic.

warnings; emotional cheating ??

summary; conrad thought that by getting into a new relationship, he would finally get over you. A/N: this is sad.. but also who tf does y/n think she is like girl.. word count; 1200+ angst

i broke up with conrad 4 months ago. was it the best decision i've ever made? definitely not. but, it gave me a chance to better myself as a person, which i desperately needed.

at least i hoped. because now, i was on the way to the beach house in cousins, where i was every summer. with him. don't get me wrong, i missed him, but now, he was with Belly. Isabel Conklin. Laurel's daughter. i didn't mind it, she even asked for my permission. she was planning on rejecting him because of our past, but i practically begged her to go for it.

my mother pulled up to the beach house, reversing into the driveway. Susannah came outside, followed by Laurel. Then out came running Jeremiah. I stepped out the car, tucking my hair behind my ear. Jeremiah looked me shocked, like he wasn't expecting me to come. he came running over to me, giving me a hug. "Hey, y/n!" he called out as a smiled. "Hey!" we pulled away, still standing next to each other, when they came outside.

Belly and Conrad. their fingers were intertwined. i looked at conrad, admiring him slightly. he looked different. good, but.. he looked tired. i looked over at belly, smiling. i ran up to her, wrapping her in my arms in a hug. "you look so good!" she said. "oh my gosh, look at yourself!" i replied. she looked so pretty. i pulled away, taking a second look. that's when i realized. she looks.. like me?

i looked over at Conrad again, giving him a soft smiling before reaching out to him, giving him a hug. it felt so normal. i smelled his cologne, the one that he always wears. i pulled back first, but i almost had to be firm with it, like he wasn't ready to let go. we looked into each others eyes for a moment, before Belly put her hand on my shoulder. "Let's go inside, i have so much to tell you!" she giggled, kissing Conrad on the cheek before dragging me inside.

we sat in her room for hours, talking about everything. school, conrad, boys from my school. shit that i didn't really care about. except for Conrad. i'll always care about him.

it was late. Belly and I were watching a movie. i got a notification on my phone, from Conrad. 'Come to the beach', it says. 'it's kinda late, isn't it?' i replied. for a second i thought he meant to text Belly. 'did you mean to send that to Belly?' i texted again. he immediately answered, 'no' 'just come out'

"uhm, my mom is texting me to come to her room. i'll be right back." i said, standing up and walking out of her room before she could even respond. i carefully walked down the stairs, trying not to creak the stairs. walking past the living room, i heard Laurel, Susannah, and my mom laughing at some old movie. i slowly opened the door that leads out to the beach, closing it at the same speed.

i walked down to the beach, looking for him. i looked up at the life guard stand, seeing a dark figure. "Conrad?" i called out, walking closer. "Y/n," he replied. "Come up," he said, reaching his hand out. i took a slow step back. "i.. do you want me to go get Belly?" i hesitated. "If i wanted to see Belly, i wouldn't have texted you." he said, keeping his hand held out.

i sighed, taking his hand and stepping up. once i got to the top, i looked over the railing and saw the moonlit ocean waves, crashing into each other. i turned and looked at conrad, who was sitting down on the bench. i walked over and sat next to him. “why did you want me to come out?” i asked. but deep down, i knew. i knew that he still loved me.

he looked at me, giving me the same look that he always did. he looked down at my lips, slowly leaning in closer to me. i stood up. "i can't, conrad." i said with a sigh. i could feel his eyes burning holes through my skin. he stood up, too, walking over to stand next to me. i didn't look at him. i couldn't. "why not?" he asked. his voice was deep, but gentle. like he didn't want to scare me away. "because you're with Belly." i told him.

he sighed. "are you really mad about that? she told me that you said it was fine." i finally looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "i'm not mad about anything, conrad. you moved on. that's good. i want you to be happy." he looked at me like i was crazy. "if you wanted me to be happy, you wouldn't have left me." he said. i rolled my eyes with a scoff and walked down the steps, jumping onto the sand. he followed me.

"wait, y/n," he called out. i kept walking. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry that i'm with her." i spun around, looking him in the eye. "she looks exactly like me, conrad. what did you do to her?" i raised my voice, frustration building up inside of me. he nodded. "i know."

i scoffed again and started walking. "please, just let me talk. it's not about any of that, i just.." he paused for a moment as i walked. "i still love you."

i froze. i turned around, my lips seperated from anger. "no you don't," i said, shaking my head. "no you don't. if you did, you wouldn't even think about getting with my best friend. if that's what makes you happy, then fine. but it's fucked up that you say this to me while you're still with her." my voice began to crack.

"i got with her because it was a way to still have a connection to you but.. also keeping distance." his voice began to crack, too. and i could see small tears forming in his eyes. "no. don't pull that shit with me, conrad." i held in my tears as best as i could. "we are over. we have been over. you have a girlfriend, who is probably looking for you right now!" i yelled.

i took a step closer to him, seeing a tear roll down his cheek. i wanted to tell him, 'a part of me will always love you, too,' but i didn't. i looked him in the eyes, flames burning in them. "you and i?" i paused. "we were never anything. you can forget about us." i turned away from him, quickly walking away. this time, he didn't follow me. why wasn't he following me? i looked back, and when i was just far away enough, i fell to my knees. i sobbed into my hands. how could i say that to him? especially now that i have to go and hangout with his girlfriend.

i was walking back up to the beach house, when i heard a car starting. my heart dropped. i ran to the front of the house, seeing conrad's car lights lighting up. he backed out of the driveway, and we made eye contact for a split second. from then, i haven't seen him since.

[sydwritess]

The Life of Racing Pt. 18

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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You and Lando were sat at the in the garage of the Hungary circuit. He had just completed FP3 and now going over the race with Zak.

You were taking down notes of what Zak and Lando were conversing on, your keyboard clicking away.

"There's a good chance of you getting podium tomorrow." Zak smiles proudly.

"Good... that's good, right?" Lando says nervously.

"Well... podium is top three, so..." Zak trails off confused.

"Right. Of course."

Zak nods his head before walking away. You turn to Lando, who was a nervous wreck.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah... why?" He asks, fanning himself.

"You just seem really nervous. More than usual."

"Oh yeah I'm fine. Just... excited."

"No, yeah, I get it. You just never sweat when you're nervous."

He waves his hand down. "Probably just hormones."

"Right... because grown men have high hormones like they are in high school."

"Yeah." He laughs awkwardly. "Right- I uhm- I'll be back." He quickly gets off of the stool and walks out of the garage.

You sat there dumbfounded. Your mouth slightly open.

"What's that about?" You hear a voice speak from behind. Just then, Max, Kimi, George, and Lewis walk in.

You swallow hard. "I think he wants to break up with me."

"What! No, he doesn't. " Max reassures awkwardly.

"Yeah, you are too perfect to be broken up with." Kimi holds up the okay sign with his hands.

"He's been nervous ever since Belgium. Constantly sweating, can't even form full sentences. I just... don't know." You say sadly.

"Surely not. I think Lando is just... having a moment." Lewis smirks.

"Trust us. You have nothing to worry about."

"He's doing all of that for me." You joke.

Max pats you on the back. "I wouldn't worry. I think it's just how everything is. Once it's summer, he'll cool off."

"Yeah... I hope so." You say, not bothering to look at the four of them.

The four of them pat your back in reassurance as they walk out of the garage, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Just then, Cisca walks in, sitting across from you. "Hey-"

"Does lando want to break up with me?" You interrupt.

"Why would you say a thing like that."

"I-" You pause, realizing what you did. "I'm sorry for cutting you off."

"No, sweetheart it's okay."

"I just... he's been off. Overly nervous, sweating like he'll when he's nervous. He can barely make out a full sentence when he speaks to me. And he's never nervous about a race. Like ever."

She reaches for your hand across the table, and you put yours in hers. "I promise you, you have nothing to worry about. Lando truly loves you, and we will not deny that. I think he's trying to rush, getting everything done before summer. And you know how he gets when he's overworked."

"Yeah... I just worry. It's like ever since I met you, he's been off. I'm not saying meeting you is a bad thing but..." You trail.

She lightly squeezes your hand. "He loves you. There is no doubting that at all."

"Alright! I am back." Lando says, still in a nervous flash.

"Are you doing okay?" Cisca asks.

"Perfect. I'm just excited for the race." He smiles. She looks over at you and gives you a reassured look.

"Well, I will be wishing you good luck."

"Thanks, mum." He gives her a slight hug before sitting next to you. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit you of course."

"Oh, right!" He looks over at you. "She came to visit."

"I heard." You smile.

He slings an arm around you, pulling you closer. "And what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just tired."

"Well, when it's summer, we shall sleep all day, every day." He says proudly. You giggle, resting your head on his shoulder.

The next day was hectic. Lando was running around in a nervous fit before qualifying. You and Cisca both tried reassuring him that he was going to do great, but he didn't want to believe it.

He finished in third. You and Cisca watched from the computer stations as his car was pushed into the garage. He got out as his team surrounded him.

He pushed through the crowd, walking straight to you. "Hi."

You stand, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You did great."

"Third."

"That's still great. No matter the number." You say, leaning into him and hugging him. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you gently.

"I just hope I get that win tomorrow."

"You will-"

"But what if I don't?"

"We would all still love you. Win or loose. We're all here for you."

"What could I ever do without you?"

"You would win. And get trophies."

"But I get those with you. Hell, I've got you." He smiles.

"I'm your trophy?"

"Of course you are."

You hum, pulling back from him. "Do you want something?"

"Do you always assume I want something?"

"You never call me special just because." You smirk.

"What- you are the most special person in the world!" He chuckles.

You look at him deadpan. "I just love you!" He smiles widely.

"I love you too."

"Now... if you'll excuse me. I have to go have a word with my mother. I'll be back." He points at you.

"Alright." You smile.

He quickly skips away, finding his mother far in the garage with Zak.

"How you doing, champ?" You hear a voice beside you. You look over to see Oscar standing there.

"Champ." You snicker. "Far from it."

"Oh, come on... if there was a podium for journalists, you'd be number one."

"What is it with you McLaren boys sticking up for things?"

"Us? Stick up for things?" I doubt that." He snorts.

"Yeah..."

"What is it? Lando?"

You nod. "He's just... being weird. Like distant but nervous."

"He's just going through a moment. I'm sure he'll be back to normal soon."

"I hope so. I mean, just a minute ago, I thought he'd was going to break up with me." You point out.

He laughs, a full-on laugh. "He's not breaking up with you. Far from that, trust me."

"I just don't know!" You say in defeat.

"Well... look. I know he's busy, but why don't you ask him out to dinner. Maybe it will give you two a chance to actually talk."

"Maybe." You trail.

"You've got this." He gently pats your back before walking away. Soon after, Lando walks back over, sitting down next to you.

"Sorry." He mutters.

"It's okay." You pause, looking over at him. "I don't know if you have anything going on, but... maybe you want to go out tonight?"

"Uh- yeah." He smiles. "Yeah, that can work. Actually, why don't you go back to the hotel, get ready, and I will come pick you up."

"It's like... four o'clock?"

"I just want tonight to be special. I feel bad that I've been so busy."

You put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. I'm sorry if I came off like you hadn't seen me enough."

"No, no. Don't you ever think that." He looks around, finally waving someone over that you didn't turn to see. "Why don't you go back with my mum? She can help you get ready."

You chuckle. "Okay, Can you at least text me what time I should be ready?"

"Well it depends... but I will." He smirks.

"Alright, I'll see you." You stand up and slowly walk off with Cisca as he waves a goodbye.

"So, what is the plan for tonight?" Cisca asks.

"I have no idea. I asked if he wanted to go out, and he turned it into a surprise for me." You giggle.

"Well, at least you two get a chance to talk out whatever this mood is. I think that is a start."

"God, it's like you, Oscar, Max, Lewis, George, and Kimi all talked to each other before me." You joke.

"Maybe everyone has the same opinion." She shrugs. You walk out the front gates and walk straight to your car, getting in before driving off to the hotel.

"I mean- what should I even wear? He hasn't given me any hints on what we are doing?" You ask, keeping your eyes on the road.

She hums. "What did you bring on the trip?"

"Nothing big. I have a couple of dresses but nothing much." She nods her head, staying silent as you pulled into the hotel parking lot. The both of you get up, quickly walking through the lobby and taking the elevator up to the room.

You unlock the door, kicking your shoes off and going over to your suitcase, which was laid out on the bed. Cisca slowly walks over, her phone in hand before she quickly puts it away.

"What if you put on something elegant? But not to over the top." She suggests. You nod and start laying dresses out on the bed.

She looks at them carefully, inspecting each one until she comes to a long black one. "This is beautiful."

"Do you think that's the one?" You ask nervously. She smiles widely, handing it to you. You take it and walk into the bathroom, quickly changing into it.

It was a long cloth black dress, a long slit running up your right leg. The left arm and collarbone area was sleeveless, while the right side had a long sleeve running down your arm. It all pooled at your feet, moving as you walked out of the room.

Cisca smiles widely. "That looks gorgeous."

"It's not too much?"

"Not at all." She looks up and down at you. "That is perfect."

You smile, sitting down at the desk, which was in the corner of the room.

"What are we doing with your hair?" She asks, standing behind you.

"I'm not sure. Surprise me?"

She smiles and nods, walking into the bathroom to gather a bunch of products. She walks out with her arms full after a couple of minutes, placing them gently onto the desk and getting to work on your hair.

She adds some quick product before straightening your hair. "Would you like your hair down?"

"Do you mind putting it up? It's quite hot out."

"I don't mind at all." She smiles. She stops straightening your hair, grabbing a hair tie and putting your hair into a high ponytail. She adds some soft curls to the ends and starts bringing the products back into the bathroom.

"Thank you." You smile.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." She says gently. You stand, walking to the side of the bed when you hear your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe... I'm still stuck at work." Lando says slowly.

"Oh... alright. Did you want to cancel tonight?" You say, looking outside to see the night sky already out.

"Uhm- it is pretty dark out. Actually- no. Are you able to come meet me at the circuit? I could just ride with you if that's alright."

"Yeah, that's fine. Can I be on my way now, or would you like me to wait."

"Now would be perfectly fine."

"Alright, I will meet you over there."

"Thank you, love." He says, quickly hanging up the phone.

You rush over to the door, kicking on a pair of heels before grabbing your purse. "Cisca, I have to meet Lando at the track." You call out.

"Alright, I will stay here and pick up! Go have fun."

"Thank you!" You say, opening the door and quickly walking down the hallway. You click the elevator button, the doors open, and you walk in, clicking the lobby button.

The elevator descends quickly, reaching the lobby. You walk out, getting in your car, and drive off to the circuit.

You sat in your own thoughts when driving. It was around eight o'clock, and the stars were starting to come out along with the streetlights that lit the road.

You finally reached the circuit parking lot, parking in the employee parking lot. Lando's car was the only one there. You get out, walking through the gates and down the pit lane.

The street lights on the side of the track were off, the place was dark, almost too dark for your liking.

You reach the McLaren garage, both of the doors to Lando and Oscar's side were closed. Lando's had a note taped to it that said:

'Walk to the track.'

You read it slowly, turning around as you hear a dimly lit light come on. You slowly walk around the fence, finding an open gate door, and walk through it.

"Lando?" You call out, look down the right side of the track as you see black objects in the middle of it.

You walk slowly, looking down as you hear crunching under your feet and candles lighting as you walk.

Rose petals.

You walk further until stopping in front of Lando. The light had lit up Landos car that had been placed at an angle in the middle of the track.

He was standing in front of it nervously. A black, three piece suit on, his hair done up neatly.

"Hi." He says, his voice shaky.

"What's... going on?" You smile.

He slowly gets down on one knee, pulling out a small black box.

"Y/n... you are..." He trails, sighing. "God, I can't even say it." He chuckles. "You are the most important person in my life. And." He pauses.

Your eyes start filling with tears.

"Damn, I really don't think I'm going to get past this without crying."

You giggle at his words. "It's okay."

"Alright." He sighs. "Y/n, you are the most important person in my life. We have come so far together, and I wouldn't want to let that go. I... I love you so much and would love to spend the rest of my life with you." Light tears start falling out of his eyes. "Y/n, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes, I will!" You say happily. He stands, pulling you into a tight hug, spinning you in the air.

"God I love you." He laughs.

"I love you too." You cry out. He sets you down gently, backing away and taking the ring out of the box, putting it on your finger.

"How did you come up with all of this?" You ask, looking around.

"I may have convinced the team to take the car out." He shrugs proudly.

"This is... amazing." You smile.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, walking you back down the path. "Now, can we talk about why Max, Oscar, Lewis, George, and Kimi all said you thought I was going to break up with you?"

You chuckle to yourself. "I don't know! You were acting so nervous and distant. I just thought... you know."

"Awe, darling, you know I would never do that to you."

"Well, I've also never seen you overly nervous for a race."

"I wasn't overly nervous."

"You were practically sweating baby." You say.

"Alright... maybe. But that was because I had planned all of this." He points a hand back. "Well- originally, I was going to do this after if I won this race. But I couldn't wait."

"You still could win." You shrug.

"Well, after the guys ran up to me expressing their concerns about what you said, I knew I had to act fast."

You turn to him. "I love you any way. Winning or not winning."

"I love you to, darling."

Hey loves! Pt. 18 is here! Requests are open!

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[simcardiac-arrested]

never volunteer for anything university related man. also go listen to this

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I miss my old high school friends and classmates o(-(

[butchlifeguard]

something i was thinking about on stand yesterday.. danganronpa shsl lifeguard who tries to save a dying person they find, bonus points if they dont come clean about it at first because they think they actually killed that person with their efforts

[gamora-borealis]

I never really go out and most of my friends are introverts but I have this one friend who lives out in the country and only comes into town a couple times a week, and she is friends with artsy people who work at a local bar so I've started going there with her and the bar is so cool. it's like a dive bar that looks like it's still the 70s except with flat screen TVs, and it's kind of become an unofficial gay bar. they have live painting once a month and karaoke nights and play lots of MCR and one of the TVs was streaming Hazbin Hotel and they've started hosting drag shows too. and everyone smokes a tonnn. the vibe very much feel like it's out of a TV show lol.

Anyways tonight we met some emos who said they just moved here and they were really good at karaoke and turns out that this one emo guy with spiderwebs and a moon crescent tattooed on his face who has a screamo band is from the same small town my friend is originally from and she knew of him from an infamous incident at their high school where he got caught having sex in the bathroom. Later he asked us if we wanted to do coke in his car with his girlfriend and we were like no we don't even drink lol but have fun I guess. We added his band to our Spotify library before we left lol.

But yeah it was really fun watching drunk people sing karaoke I highly recommend and the coke (as in the drink lol) was free too.

[clancyycat]

fresh out the slammer personal thoughts in tags

[caramelmochacrow]

WAIT I THINK I HAD/HAVE A GAY CRUSH ON THIS ONE GIRL IN MY SCHOOL AND I DIDNT FUCKING KNOW UNTIL NOW??????

[bitchybylershipper]

WHEN THE EX BEST FRIEND RANDOMLY STARTS FOLLOWING ME ON INSTAGRAM

[inkskinned]

i. probably the most wild thing - and this is true - was that she tried to break up with me using Chat-GPT.

ii. we hadn't ever seen eye-to-eye about this issue. i am flatly and annoyingly anti-bot. my entire thing is creativity and the empathy of the human spirit. communication should be about connection, not distortion through the lens of AI. otherwise: what is the fucking point.

iii. i am steadfastly loyal in all my personal relationships - to a genuine fault. that fault will become clear to both of us shortly. sometimes when you love someone, you give them the benefit of the doubt; even when you doubt that you benefit.

iv. however. i used to academically cheat a lot. i had all the sad-kid excuses you could possibly want - unsafe home, untreated severe ADHD, bullied at school. i skipped most of my classes, to the point that the truancy officer knew me personally. sometimes i stand on top of my own high-horse policy of why would you use AI? and then i see the hoofbeats i left behind me. didn't i copy homework? didn't i just sparknotes the reading? didn't i write multiple essays just using wiki as my main resource?

v. she started using AI for her job. admittedly it is a tedious, annoying job. the first steps, slippery-slope style, were uses of AI that seemed minimal - checking two documents for minor changes. reading over drafts for conciseness. the kind of thing that pushes but does not bend what "using AI" constitutes as.

vi. for the record; i stopped cheating in college. i instead became the kind of person that other people copied off of. once i'd moved out of the unsafe housing (and was free of bullies), i dedicated myself to my work with a passion my teachers called "honestly a bit much." but isn't it tempting, as an adult? why the hell should i write another cover letter for another position that's being read by AI?

vii. AI became the centerpiece of how she finished all of her writing, the way i had warned her about. the argument was pretty explosive. at that point i'd learned to be scared of her anyway - of ever having a different opinion. i tried to talk about how my own work has probably been skimmed. how it is destroying artists. i asked - how can you do this to the environment? after all - for years, she'd been vegan.

viii. there's no ethical consumption under capitalism anyway. and the world is falling apart. and everyone else does it. i keep hearing - it's here to stay, get used to it. and hell, maybe i'm that guy. sometimes i think of the panic people had when we invented GPS or tablets. how all the adults said it's going to make people stupid. maybe i am paranoid about the decline of civilization because every technological advance always does that to a generation.

ix. her job switched AI programs and she admitted to me that she couldn't really do it anymore. the new AI wasn't trained, wasn't as comprehensive. and she couldn't return to something she'd been doing for five uninterrupted years; that it was like relearning a language that used to be her mother tongue.

x. i don't know exactly when she started using Chat as her therapist. when exactly she started feeding Chat information about me. when she started answering my text messages with the famous unspaced-dash. i have my suspicions. i would have never known for certain, except that one night she opened her laptop to play a movie - and there it was. her chat prompt about me, and our relationship, and how we needed to break up. she said you weren't supposed to see that. i sat there and thought i am going to get dumped by a robot.

xi. the irony of it. i am a poet. before you ask - her final message to me had a "particular" structure to it. i still have no idea who said it. but then again: is there ever really a gap between master and puppet?

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.