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Every day i am reminded of the fact i missed out on seeing mcr </3

2006 + 2025

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GON!

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YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: Aaaand that's what happens when you scream 'my man, my man, my man' too loud.

VERY VERY IMPORTANT TEXT IN THE MIDDLE PLS READ!

A/N : srry for the wait yall, being 21 is crazy lmao i've been out every weekend! luv yall sm <3 pls dont hate me or yuta lmao

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8

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Both of your feet have not even passed the door before Yuta is latching onto you like a koala, arms wrapped around your waist and breathing into your chest as if he hadn't seen you in weeks. He saw you yesterday, and the day before but both were only for about an hour and as he has come to find out, all the time in the world would still not be enough when it comes to you. He doesn't speak, he's too exhausted to do so but his heart has ceased its irregular beating. He swears he could just fall asleep right now, standing up and clutching you as if you were some grand trophy he'd never let go of. You take a deep breath in, running your hands through his hair. You feel so at ease.

"You okay handsome?" You mutter to the boy who has still not moved an inch. "Gonna let me get through the door?" You giggle.

He releases you, a hand still lazily wrapped around your forearm. If he's near you, he has to be touching you. It's a given. Yet you are still not his girlfriend, because he knows he needs to ask the right way. Take you somewhere nice and make you feel special. You deserve more than some late night plea in his dorm.

"Sorry.." He rubs a hand down his face. "Just

tired...and I missed you"

"I missed you too" You smile, dragging him to the bed that was just neatly made. "You been taking care of yourself? I swear your eyes get darker every time I see you"

You make yourself comfortable, rolling over to the side which has somehow become your spot. He joins you, eyes never leaving your face. "Just....working hard. You know how it is" He mumbles, an arm going around your waist. "Missed you..." He says again, clearly a bit sleep deprived.

"Hey I mean it....you're gonna burn yourself out if you keep going like this" You say a bit more, seriously.

"Yeahh I know" He yawns. "Exactly why Gojo's gonna give me a little break after this next one"

"And how long are you gonna be gone for again?" You raise an eyebrow, a bit dissatisfied by the answer.

"A week....and a half"

You scoff, pulling him closer. "What good's a break if you're already worn out by the time it comes?"

He knows you are just being overprotective, worrying for him. It makes him smile, no one worries about him. Except maybe Toge and Panda but it's in a different way than you do. His mom tells him he should accept more missions, and Gojo says he'll get used to it eventually. He's not so sure that's true. If he did not have you to coddle him and keep him company he thinks he might have gone crazy already.

"Just shhhhh" He laughs, pulling your face closer and kissing you.

"Don't you shhh me Yuta Okkotsu!" You scold but he only smiles harder, kissing you again, a bit deeper this time. "Don't think you're gonna kiss your way out of a serious conversation!" You warn. "We still have more to talk about remember"

"Too late" He mumbles, pecking your lips again. "Gotta go to sleep soon"

You scoff but don't push him away. You never would. "You are soooo anxious-avoidant"

"I dunno what that means but it sounds right" He chuckles. "It makes me anxious when I have to avoid you"

You laugh aloud at his words, squeezing his shoulder playfully. "Thats not what it means at all" You roll your eyes. "Come on....don't you think we have a lot to discuss?"

"Yeah.." He admits, eyes closed as he leans even closer to your touch. "We do....and I'm sorry I really do have a lot to say I just feel so exhausted" He sighs. "And when you're here I just feel so comfortable and warm" He practically whines, digging his face into the nape of your neck. "My only moments of peace are when I'm with you"

The both of you fall silent for a whole, the low hum of electricity and faint sounds of tree branches scraping against the window mixed with soft breathing proves to be the only background noise. Your fingernails softly rubbing against his scalp, Yuta pressing soft kisses to your skin every now and then. This is the bliss he has always craved, only ever dreamed of until now. How could he ever let go of something like this, someone like you? Your mind races a million thoughts a minute, so much to say yet you'd hate to disturb the boy of your affection whom you know has responsibilities you could never even dream of. So you let him be comfortable, all the while you imagine a world where he will be okay.

"I worry about you Yuta..." You whisper after a while, unsure if he's even awake still.

"I know..." He answers back, voice low and riddled with guilt. "I'll get better...I promise"

You say nothing, your arms wrapped tight around him are enough. "Thank you angel" Is the last thing he murmurs before falling asleep.

Your own eyes are fluttered shut, so close to succumbing into sleep as your mind conjures the most random thoughts. Imagining a fake scenario in the future where you have been dating Yuta for a year already and he leaves you for someone else, how heartbreaking that would be. The things you’d say. And before you can dismiss those thoughts, tell yourself you're crazy something in your brain clicks—eyes snapping wide open.

He called you angel-a cute name sure but not something you hear every day. Certainly not something you've ever been called before, except by one person.

Your stalker.

Your stomach drops, brows furrowing and you almost chuckle because there's absolutely no way. You did your investigation...they texted you literally four days ago as you say right beside him. You stare at Yuta, a sudden uneasiness in your chest as he sleeps blissfully unaware of your concern.

There's no way. You think again.

Because he'd never lie to you. You're sure of it, you defended him every time the girls arouse suspicion. Talked yourself out of the belief who knows how many times. You were so positive it couldn't be the sweet boy who you've come to trust entirely. The sweet boy who would never do anything wrong. Or maybe you just wanted to believe that was the truth.

You stew in your worries, cautiously sliding out of his arms and slithering off the bed. You begin to pace, shaking your head "You're being crazy" You whisper to yourself, startled when Yuta moves in his sleep—clutching a pillow which he assumes to be you in his unconscious state.

The more you look at him the worse it gets. That voice in your head tells you to trust your gut. If you're wrong then you're wrong, it wouldn't be the first time. So to give yourself some peace of mind and finally be able to sleep you pull out your phone and dial the stalkers number, expecting nothing to come of it.

When a low buzzing sounds comes from the nightstand next to the bed you swear your whole body goes cold. Immediately reaching for the drawers you pull out a phone.

The contact's name reads 'Angel'.

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queen come back we miss you

Dw bby im just editing up Hi stalker! Sorry for the wait loveliesss💗💗

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This series is soo cute i luv

the 6 date disasters: the chaperone | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: a romantic night in takes a turn when your teacher shows up.

warnings: heated make out scene, no actual smut though

a/n: i think i'm going to change my dividers...

megumi planned this whole thing out. but megumi doesn’t plan dates, he stumbles into them. he just asks to hang out and ends up making the whole ordeal romantic without trying to.

but not tonight. tonight is intentional.

his dorm is clean. and not normal fushiguro clean, it’s too clean. the room is clear of anything that could make it look lived in, bed made, not a speck of dust or dirt in the room. soft music plays from the speaker you bought him ages ago, some instrumental playlist that he spent hours on. the lights are low, a few warm candles flickering on the shelves. he looks nervous.

and very, very pretty.

his jaw is tense, his eyes flickering to you and away again. he wears a soft black shirt that you’ve never seen before, but it looks perfect on him. when you show up and smile a real smile, he flushes so fast that you think he might combust. 

you know exactly what tonight is. or at least what tonight is supposed to be, and you want it just as badly.

so you don’t make him say it out loud. you let things unfold the way he clearly wants them to, slow and soft. like the moment is sacred, because it is.

at first, you sit close to one another, legs brushing. you talk and sip on tea that you can barely taste, but the conversation is quickly replaced with long, weighty looks and quiet stillness.

when he finally leans in, you meet him halfway.

the kiss starts sweet, gentle, and familiar. but then your hands slide up his chest and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. his fingers curl tightly around your waist, and just like that the entire mood changes.

his tongue slips into your mouth as his hand finds your thigh. he tugs you onto his lap and it all happens so fast. your bodies move like a perfectly choreographed dance, tension finally snapping loose. you’re straddling him, hands in his hair, mouth hot against his.

“are you sure?” you murmur, just in case.

megumi nods. “yeah. i’ve been— fuck, i’ve been thinking about this all week.”

that does something to you, making your eyes widen and your stomach do a flip.

he tilts his head, kissing down your neck. his grip on your hips tightens and you shift against him, pulling a groan from his lips. his hands slide up your shirt and your heart pounds. he’s hard under you, you can feel it.

and then… knock knock.

you both go still, looking at the door.

“don’t,” he whispers. “don’t answer it.”

“i wasn’t gonna—”

then the door flies open.

gojo’s voice rings out, loud and casual as always. “oh, megumi,” he says in a sing-song voice, dragging out the end of the name. “i brought those snacks you like. also, we need to talk about your training schedule because—” he pauses when he looks up from the grocery bag, blinking. “oh.” he takes in every detail. you in megumi’s lap, your shirt pushed up with megumi’s hands still under it. gojo beams. “wow. about time, huh?”

you scramble off of him, trying to fix your clothes.

“get out!” megumi shouts.

gojo flops down onto his bed, megumi’s bed, with absolutely no remorse. “relax. i’m just here to check in, you weren’t answering your texts.”

“because i was busy,” megumi growls out.

gojo’s already unwrapping a candy bar. “clearly.”

“how did you even get in? i locked the door.”

“i have a key,” gojo says simply.

you sit on the edge of the bed, stunned to silence by the entire situation. you glance at megumi, who looks one inconvenience away from a felony.

he storms over and grabs gojo’s arm. “get. out.”

gojo remains limp on the covers. “you’re so tense, fushiguro. it’s unhealthy. you need to talk more about your feelings instead of getting so physical. well, maybe getting physical is just what you need—”

megumi drags gojo halfway off the bed. “i swear to god—”

gojo swings his legs off the mattress and opts to lean against the desk. “okay, okay. i’m going. but seriously? proud of you for finally getting laid.”

“we weren’t—” you protest.

gojo grins. “don’t lie to me. i walked in on a scene straight out of a fanfic. candles? music? fushiguro, you romantic dog.”

megumi looks like he might pass out.

you bury your face in your hands. “please leave.”

gojo waves as he steps out the door. “alright, alright. i’ll be in my room, being lonely and unloved.”

“have fun with that,” megumi sneers, slamming the door shut and locking it. he lets out a groan as he slumps onto the bed. “i’m going to kill him.”

you sit beside him and slip your hand into his. “you tried to kill him.”

“i had a plan for tonight,” he mutters. “a whole plan!”

you glance down at his lap and notice that he’s still… affected.

you bite your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “we could still salvage tonight.”

he turns to look at you slowly, hope in his eyes.

“besides,” you say, “he won’t come back, and everyone else is out on missions.”

a grin creeps up on megumi’s face. and then he leans back in for a kiss.

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DES ARE U OKAY WHERW ARE U

IM OK BAE mb i’ve been OUTSIDEE lol just been so busy w work and I’ve been going out alot lmao srry yall <3

Ty for worrying about me love💗

wanna know my big dark secret so basically my bf doesnt know ab my tumblr cuz IM SCARED TO TELL HIM hes like super normal and not chronically online at all i feel like he would never understand lol. so my only writing time is when im not with him but ive been with him literally every single day lately so sorry shawtiesss 💗💗 dw i am not abandoning my stories.

Heres me in line at the clerb last night.

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they’re finally letting him be a slut I could cry!!

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YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: My man! My man! My man!

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt9

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You don't think you've ever felt this nervous in your life. You sit on your bed, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket as you pick at the skin at your fingernails. Heart pounding so loud you can hear it, taking deep breaths in and out. Somehow, the anticipation of knowing you and Yuta are about to confess to each other—finally certain that the two of you are on the same page, makes it all so much more nerve wrecking. So many things can happen now, what if it ends bad? What if things don't work out and you go back to being strangers? How could you ever be okay with that? And although you are ninety nine point nine percent positive he likes you back (because, duh) there will always be that little voice in your mind which works hard to convince you that you are about to embarrass yourself.

So when you hear someone fumble with the door handle, having left it unlocked for him you swear the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. In he walks, in baggy pajama pants and some graphic tee shirt of a horror movie you've never seen, his hair is rustled, a small smile on his face as it feels like all the negative thoughts have left his body.

All except one, an idea which cannot be entertained right now.

You can't help but laugh at the idea that this is the boy who is making you feel so nervous that your hands tremble, you clasp them together in an attempt to keep your cool. He doesn't look so intimidating as he saunters over, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist.

This hug feels more intimate than others, the closeness at which he holds you leaves not a single gap of space between your bodies. His head nuzzles itself into the crevice of your neck, exhaling a deep breath that feels as if he had been holding it the entire day. "Yn" Is all he says, almost as if to remind himself who the hell is latched onto. His hand slides to your hip, you watch curiously as he untucks himself from the comfort of your soft skin. "I like you"

Oh, he is wasting no time. You expected to dance around the subject a little longer than this. Your breath catches in your throat, unable to say anything.

"And I'm tired of.....hiding from it" Lying is the word he would rather say. The confession is on the tip of his tongue but he cannot find it in himself to do it. Especially not when he is finally certain he may have a chance with you. He would do anything for just a moment of your time. "I've liked you since I started at this school...and I thought if I would just ignore it that it would go away. Or maybe I'd just wait until we graduated but by then you'd probably have a boyfriend which means I'd never get a shot but I was fine with that. I-I've never been with someone before. I don't know how to be a boyfriend but I want to learn for you. I wanna buy you flowers and make you feel special. I want to be the only person who makes you feel that way"

You are silent, too quiet that it makes him nervous. You aren't even smiling, just staring right at him. "Are you sure?" Out of all the things you could have said-he is confused that is the reaction. As if the speech was not a plea enough.

He practically laughs in your face. "Did you not hear  a word I said?" He wipes his sweaty palms down the side of his pants again. "Is the sky blue?"

"Well don't be a smart ass" A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, cocking your head to the side as you study the way it seems like every part of his body has tensed up in anticipation for an answer. "A-and Rika? She's okay with it?"

The fact that it would even come across your mind to ask a question like that lets him know that he is choosing the right person for him. You are so considerate and kind hearted, it is the thing he admires most about you. "Of course she is" He stops for a moment to think. "If she wasn't then I think we'd know by now"

The boy takes a step forward, heart beating fast but his mind feels calm. He brings a shaky hand up to cup your cheek and leans in—until he pauses and takes a shark breath in. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tries to fight the quiver of his voice. "C-can I kiss you?"

You gulp, suddenly back to being the shy one. Maybe the two of you can bond through that awkward feeling. The fine line between rushes of emotion that make you bold before reverting back to your usual self. Things with Yuta have been a rollercoaster to say the least, you'd like to indulge in the fact that you finally have what you want.

So before you can even let the words leave your mouth you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss that certainly takes his breath away. Uncertain of where to put his hands, they rest uneasily at his sides. When you pull apart they gravitate to the place they need to be the most, cupping either side of your head to ensure he can get the best view of every square inch of your face.

Breathless, he speaks. "You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world yn"

You are honest in your emotion, a thing you have always cowered away from until now. Perhaps it is a growing point for both of you. He showers you with compliments the rest of the night, gazes into your eyes with nothing but pure adoration as you rub the skin on his aching forehead. He always looks so exhausted when you see him, it makes you worry.

So you make a promise to yourself—and to Rika. As Yuta lay asleep on your chest, your manicured nails lazily scratching his scalp you say it out loud, just to make sure she can hear you.

"Rika....I promise I'll take good care of him" You can feel the slight shift of cursed energy wavering through the air, as if she is trying to communicate something to you. "I have enough room in my heart for both of you"

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hi i binged your entire inumaki smau thing and as someone who also has a super complicated relationship with their crazy religious parents this lowkey spoke to me and im glad bc it comforted me with the knowledge maybe my future fine shyt won’t get the ick from my crazy parents </33 love ur writing

ahhh tysm <3 if theyre really the one then they'll understand lol. manifesting a fine shyt in ur future bae

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New Hi Stalker chapter coming tonight!!! We’ll have a lil bit of fluff before the angst comes :))

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Hey yall just wanna say sorry for lack of updates May is a crazy crazy month for me always but especially this one😭 work is so crazy guys omg yall know i work w kids but would you believe me of i told yall one of my kids parents is SUING one of the other kid’s parents and my coteacher put her two weeks in and im just sitting here like 💁🏽‍♀️. also my bday is this Friday i turn 21 ima party for four days straight so at least i have that going for me!!

Anyways ty for all the support ily guys have a wonderful week💗💗

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Damian Wayne x Stripper! Reader

A/N : ooowheee this was supposed to be a stand alone fic but i CANNOT stop writing, so far im thinking only 2 pts but who knows i still have a lot to get to!! But i wanted to just get this out there and build the hype lol! Its gonna be soo good im kinda going for angsty Damian, he’s a lot older now and more used to the world around him but that still doesn’t mean he’s comfortable. This includes the convo Damian has with his brothers after you guys meet for the first time and just a random blurb of the night he finally asks you out!

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“In the night when she comes crawling,

Dollar bills and tears keep fallin’ down her face

She’ll never walk away

I don’t think you understand”

TEASER FOR AN UPCOMING SERIES!!!!

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When Damain arrives back to Wayne Manor he (unfortunately) runs into all of his brothers returning home from Patrol. Jason is in the kitchen, mask off and a sweaty mop of hair on his head as he devours the regular sized sandwich that appears miniature in his large hands. Breathing heavily as he eats the whole thing almost in one bite. Tim is kicking off his boots, leaving them at the entrance of the batcave before strolling into the foyer where Damian stands—cautious eyes darting around to look for the only one missing. The one who would of course question him as soon as he is in his sight.

Jason laughs between mouthfuls-Damian is lucky his mouth is occupied or else Todd would have been the one to call him out on his whereabouts.

And just when he thinks that perhaps he had gotten away with it, Dick comes marching down the stairs. Hair still wet from the shower he just finished up. "Damian Wayne! What the hell were you doing at a strip club?" He's mostly offended that his little brother didn't ask him to tag along. He knows Bruce would scold his (blood) son for visiting such a place but just because Dick has taken over the cowl does not mean he has to do everything Bruce does. "My baby brother got his first lap dance and I wasn't even there to pay for it! What the hell?!"

"Tt. I did not get a lap dance" Damian sighs, undoing the leash on Titus' collar. "It's not what you think"

"Really?" Jason's voice is muffled by that last bit of bread he stuffed into his trap. Damian scrunches his face in disgust at the sight of chewed up food all on display.

"Hmmm" Tim takes a few steps closer to get a good look at Damian, he leans forward and takes a sniff, humming to himself again because he definitely doesn't smell any cheap perfume. Or the expensive kind—he doesn't judge. And then he pulls out his phone, immediately blinding Damian with the flash. "There's glitter on his face!"

"Get the hell away" Damian scolds, knocking the device out of Drake's hand. He silently wonders if you did get some glitter on his face. There's no way, you only hugged him for a few seconds. Although for some odd reason he does find it a bit cute that you managed to leave a bit of your sparkle on him—you're like a fairy. "Saved one of the dancers from her shitty ex boyfriend. Walked her home after too, what's the big deal?"

He looks around the room, surrounded by distrustful eyes. All narrowed and judgy. "What's her name?" Tim asks, as if that matters. As if it has anything with whatever the hell they are questioning him about.

"Yn"

"That her real name or her stripper name?" Dick adds.

Damian groans. He is not fond of being interrogated, usually that's his job. But especially not by his idiot brothers. In fact, he has no idea why he's entertained them for so long. "Her real name. I don't think that's a thing anyways"

"Oh it's definitely a thing. They all have stage names" Todd argues.

"Yeah well you would know" Damian scoffs. "And I wouldn't. Goodnight"

"So! Did Damian get a lap dance or what?" Stephanie Brown comes marching up from the Batcave, timing perfect as ever. One of her life's greatest pleasures is pissing Damian off. She's just so naturally good at it.

"I didn't step foot into the damn club" Damian raises his voice as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He misses his father, it feels like there is no one around with common sense anymore. "And I have nothing to prove to any of you"

The youngest of them all begins to stomp upstairs, he had no idea he is doing it purposefully yet it is impossible to miss with the way the pictures on the wall nearby begin to rattle. As if he were announcing to the entire Manor how annoyed and sick of his family he is. It was nice to get away from them for a few hours, for just a moment he wishes he could have walked with you a little bit longer before having to say goodbye. Nevermind the circumstance, you were something new and fresh. One of the only things to pique his interest for the first time in months, life has been in a word; mundane.

"Is she cute?" Dick cannot help but ask and Damian stops for a moment to ponder.

Well, obviously you are. But he is reminded to not give in to their childish ways before continuing his path back to his room, shaking his head.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes" Dick chuckles. It is the only reason why Damian would be so defensive on the subject. His brows furrow, focusing on a folded up piece of paper on the floor which likely fell out of Damian's pocket.

"You think he's lying?" Tim laughs, nudging Jason in the shoulder.

"I think so. Probably too embarrassed to tell us"

"Aw leave him alone! It's his twenty first! He deserves it" The girl chuckles, all jokes aside they know Damian has been having a hard time lately. She means it, he deserves to do something for himself for once rather than others.

Dick unfolds it, ignoring the laughter of his brothers. Only to find pink cutesy paper that has little strawberry designs with a phone number on it-written in what must be a blue sparkly pen. He didn't know they made those anymore. Covering his mouth with a gasp, he immediately sticks it out to hand it to the closest person to him. It happens to be Tim, who immediately snatches it away. "Oh mann! Little brother's got game"

"No way" Todd shrugs, leaning in to get a closer look. "She probably just wants his money"

"God forbid a woman chase her bag" Stephanie jokes, ignoring the side eyes of those around her.

And then a large slam of a door is heard, followed by aggressive footsteps. Out comes Damian, signature scowl dressed on his face as his hands are stuck in the pockets of his sweatpants, carefully eyeing each step. He was going to avoid engaging with his family at first but soon he realized the paper was nowhere to be found, which means-

"Got it right here little D!" Grayson takes the note back, handing it to the man who is stuck on the second step. He slaps it into Damian's chest with a wink. "Go get her tiger"

Grayson can be so cheesy sometimes it is a wonder how he became Damian's favorite. Well second favorite, his Father will always come first. Or maybe Alfred but Grayson is definitely right behind them. He is also very fond of Cassandra. He grabs it quickly, carefully clutching the precious item close. He has every intention of texting you, he may even call but perhaps that is a bit too forward. He has never gone after a girl before, they usually found their way to him. And if they were lucky (which was very very rare) then maybe he would take them out on a date or two. That was about it.

But you are a woman. Unlike any other one he had dealt with before. You are likely more experienced, a beautiful woman like you must be constantly surrounded by male attention-especially considering your line of work. He will have to work hard to catch your eye. You seem secure in who you are, and you can definitely stand up for yourself, that you have proven. He looks forward to learning more about you. More than the fact that you are a dancer who has questionable taste in men. Perhaps he can be the first real man to step in, that would be nice. In competition with men he doesn't even know, for a woman he hardly knows-it excites him. He thrives when trying to prove himself.

It is never clear what it is that drew him to you in the first place, even years in the future when your relationship is much more established. He must have saved hundreds of women by then. Surely it wasn't only because he was out of the Robin uniform, acting as himself. The only way he can describe it is as a gut feeling. The same way the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when he senses danger, or when he finally saw his mother after years and knew that was not who he belonged with. It just felt right, something deep in his soul was opened that first night he met you.

It takes a long time to figure that out.

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Damian has grown to learn your routine, like clockwork. Even on your days off, he knows the shops you like to visit, your favorite places to eat, where you like to go on walks. It's not a creepy thing, he swears. It puts him at ease, as he sits through god awful business meetings listening to typical corporate jargon-or in the middle of patrol, sitting on some rooftop, he will look at the time and imagine what you must be doing. How cute you probably look doing it, and so on. He finds most of this thoughts nowadays lead back to you. But he was yet to ask you out for reasons unknown. Whatever goes on between the two of you is 'casual', you both swear.

Although you are not completely opposed to the idea of anything romantic with Damian you worry you may not be ready for it. You'd hate to lose yourself in another relationship, you tend to do that. And everything is going so good for the first time in a long time. The last thing you need is to complicate things. You love having him around, that can be enough. That is what you have convinced yourself.

"Why do you always look so mad?" You giggle from the other side of the booth, sipping your strawberry milkshake. His eyes dart down to notice the way you leave a pink sparkly ring of gloss on the straw.

"No I don't" He grumbles, sipping his vanilla one. He originally just ordered a water but you insisted he have a cheat day and indulge for once. "It's just my face"

"Have you always been like that?" You narrow your colorful eyelids, makeup to match whatever bright outfit you wore that day. It's well past midnight, Damian chose to use his time off to visit you after your shift at the club.

You are the only person he would do it for, on nights like these he would choose to catch up on some much needed rest. You are his rest. "Let's see....." He pretends to be deep in thought, you lean forward in anticipation. "Have you always asked stupid questions?"

Your face drops, everyone that says Damian has no sense of humor is completely wrong. He can be a sarcastic little shit when he wants to be. "Yes! I have actually"

"I can tell"

You groan. "Soo mean" A smile tugs at the corner of your lips, chin resting in your palm as you admire his chiseled features. He catches onto your staring, shifting in his seat almost uncomfortably. He looks around, jaw clenched, just waiting for you to stop. But you grin every time he catches your eyes. You even wink obnoxiously, sighing exaggeratedly.

"What?!" He snaps, irritatedly. You can only laugh because you haven't done anything. No words have been said between the two of you and you can still garner such a reaction.

"I'm not even doing anything!" You argue. "Jeeez"

"You're staring at me" He huffs, little do you know how amused he is. It is impossible to sense with the stone cold look on his face but deep, deep down there is a funny tingling feeling in his stomach. You make him feel admired. "Stop it"

"You're just so pretty Dami!" You reach over to squeeze his hand. He pulls away faster than you can touch him. "Can't focus on anything else"

"Tt" He crosses his arms, looking around and wondering where the hell his food is at.

"Tt" You repeat, mimicking his actions. "Gonna start saying that now, 'tt"

Finally, he cannot hold it in any longer. It takes everything in him to keep up the facade and not chuckle at how adorable you are for copying him. He cracks a small smile, one that is hard to notice. But you catch it. "Imitation is the highest form of flattery"

"Im well aware" Your smug smile makes him feel.....aggressive? Like he just wants to squish your face and call you dumb for ever getting so close to him, you have no idea what kind of man he is. Have you any idea this is the son of Batman, raised by assassins? And you have the nerve to call him pretty. You're a fool to mistake him as anything gentle or comforting.

He's dangerous and brooding, the complete opposite of anything you should be attracted to. If he was not so enamored he would tell you to run and never look back. Funnily enough it is that night when he decides to finally do something about the stolen glances, the funny pitter patter of his heart that takes place whenever he sees you. The question catches in his throat, he clears it, figuring he must be sick or something. That is the only reasonable explanation for the lightheadedness he is currently feeling. You cling to his arm, soft smacking of your sandals against the gravel beneath your feet.

His brothers constantly ask about you, he refuses to bring you over to the manor, or let them talk about you for even a moment too long. Every time they ask he gives the same dull answer-you're fine. Still working and doing your classes. Nothing new. Although they refuse to believe it because they find he is more tolerable after visiting with you. Less likely to snap and share his judgements, you remind him that it is okay to just keep things to yourself sometimes. It's not that he is ashamed of you, far from it—you are just the only thing in life that is all his. You have helped bring him out of his funk, the pain of losing his father may not be bearable but it is easier now. He has something to look forward to rather than let his thoughts run amok. It would be selfish to call you a distraction, instead he thinks of you as his reward.

He thanks you for sticking around this long. More than you know. So the least he could do is bring you somewhere special, he figures. You can fill in the blanks on what the rest of it means. "Yn....would you like to..go out to eat sometime?"

"We just ate silly. We go out to eat all the time" You giggle, well aware of what he is trying to get at. But you'd like him to spell it out for you.

"Tt" He rolls his eyes. "I mean somewhere nice. Wanna see you get all dressed up for me..." He mumbles that last part.

"Damain Wayne wants to take me out on a date?!" You gasp dramatically, throwing your body to the side and he catches you—you knew he would. "Pinch me! I must be dreaming"

"Shut up" The man grumbles yet his arm remains locked around yours. He pulls you closer, turning so that the two of you are chest to chest. "It's a yes or no question"

"Mmmmm....can I think about it?" You tease, trying to walk off but it is clear you are not going anywhere. His grip on your arm is tight, pulling you close enough that his breath is hot on your lips. You wonder if he is doing it on purpose. That faux serious look on his face as if he were bothered by the fact he even has to ask. "Gotta check my calendar"

"No you don't....you're off the whole weekend"

"You know my schedule?" You giggle, trying to pinch his cheek but he slaps your hand away. He hates (loves) how you always feel the need to touch him. Damian stays silent, trying to ignore the teasing look on your face. Your hand slides down to the collar of his jacket, straightening the fabric out. "Want me to get all pretty for you, huh?"

"You always do" He licks his lips at the mere thought of what you might wear when you are actually trying to impress him. The last time you picked an outfit out for him was that sinful pink set from the club that he swears he's dreamt about since. "Lucky me"

You giggle, now resting both hands atop his shoulders. "Ohhh Dami...I'd love to go out with you. Was starting to think you'd never ask"

"We were supposed to just be friends" He admits, looking down at his feet. Then your perfectly pedicured toes catch his eyes, he almost wants to roll them as a reaction. Of course, even your feet are cute. "But yn....I think you must have done something to me. I can't get you off my mind"

A whirlwind of thoughts collide in your mind—excitement, disbelief, maybe even a hint of panic. Or a lot of it. Hard to tell. "Yeah me too" You admit, voice a hushed whisper of what it once was. You usually seem so sure of yourself but not in this moment, Damain thinks maybe he should have waited a bit longer before asking. Do you think he is moving too fast? "And I did do something to you! Did some ancient voodoo to make sure you stick around forever" You joke—so much for playing it cool.

Damian wants you to be serious for once. "Forever?" If that is what you want then he will do everything in his power to give it to you. To be by your side forever is a responsibility he is more than ready to take on.

"Mhm. Or am I being crazy?" You smile, ignoring the way your heart has dropped to your stomach. Being open and vulnerable with a man, in the middle of the street where anyone can see you. You should be embarrassed—you swore you would never be caught in a situation like this again. And here you are speaking of forever with one someone who is not even your boyfriend. "I like having you around Dami. M'scared you're gonna leave"

"Why would I leave?" He sounds utterly confused.

"Why wouldn't you? I'm not exactly girlfriend material"

"I could say the same about myself. There's a reason I've never had a girlfriend before" Mostly because he never wanted one in the first place. He definitely did not go for a walk that fateful night with the sole intent of meeting someone. You just fell right into his lap when he least expected it, that has to mean something. He may not be a religious man but if he were he would think maybe it was his fate to meet you. "Do you feel that way because you're a stripper?"

Oh Damian, blunt as always. It makes you chuckle. You know it bothers him, not that he would ever admit it. "Well.....yes but there's a lot of other things. I'm kind of a mess right now. You see that, don't you?" His lack of answer makes it clear that although he would not exactly word it like that, yes-he understands the point you are trying to make. "Got a lot of things to work on"

"So do I" He admits. It is something he has thought a lot about lately.

"I'll be patient with you if you'll be patient with me"

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YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: You have finally decided you are DONE with your stalker.

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New ‘Hi Stalker!’ chapter coming tn😏😏😏big things are coming im ab to make moves in silence again just letting yall know im about to be moving silently and to clarify what i mean by that is that i am giving you guys a heads up that i am about to make big moves with little to no sound

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Why is my Damian fic at 10k words already they have not even established that they like each other, no kiss, no angst, no NOTHING. It’s gonna be hella long yall bear w me pls😔😔

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hii! idk if you answered this already, but what app do you use to make the groupchat conversations on yuuta series? im loving the series btw!

Thank you sm!!! No I haven’t answered that before actually I use an app called TextingStory! I paid for a year of the premium plan for $15! I don’t think it’s too bad especially considering most other apps have monthly payments for stuff like that I just can’t justify paying that much for a fake texting app😭😭. I rlly like it tho! The only thing is i can’t react to messages like you would in a regular imessage but tbh my smaus are just fine without it lol