#Another thing that I don't know if needs to be said is: Do NOT tag CCs about the polls. Your purpose does not matter. don't bother them

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Finished the episode walked in a circle and got a bowl of ice cream that I am currently eating brain is still screaming OH MY GOD

I did little doodles while listening and taking notes, i'll probably post at least one of those tomorrow (small concrete pillar crab thing)

YORICK

these thoughts are going to not be in order

the eulogy?? ohhh "died along side his friend and partner I'm also crying.

loved the Jack and the Bean stalk reference and also the Butcher

YORICK mouth tongue??? what. Harlan gave Yorick a mouth tongue. in the tentacle fandom??? I think I might be scared to go on yorick's tag on ao3 after this (NO judgement here. Nothing with that here. also just not my cup of tea. because it's Yorick.)

The "Kayne destroyed your body then?"

I wrote down several quotes that I gave me feelings and my notes are over there and I am over here and I don't want to move so. oops.

HEY do you think Kayne's jealous that John got to destroy;ijewf aerio fews fjFUCKING DESTROYED SEVERAL ALTERNATE ARTHURS "oh the things you did for me t make this deal" AF IOewf'o and like. so. John hunted and killed not at random and not innocent. He, after part 20 and the King trying to shove him back in place and it failing and landing in the dark world unsure if his friend is alive or dead (last he saw was him with a slit throat and broken legs falling into the snow) and having every emotion enflamed, found another Arthur from another world. And killed him. Over and Over. I need time to process that. but also do you think Kayne's jealous. And the JOhn and Kayne parallels keep going!

oi' erh[afr ij[oeoieihAND ON THAT NOTE there was another "SO WHAT DO I KNOW" last two have been in 20 after first talk with Kayne and the free will conversation and then in 50 after John says that if it comes between Lillith and Kayne he's siding with Kayne.

MAN seeing the ourthurchestra messed with John. God that was a stab at him. a horrible horrible stab. And here I was earlier thinking about the possibility of Kayne shapechanging into Arthur while talking to John in the Dark World and this happens. I need to bite something. Oh wait I have ice cream

you know this would have been easier if I were next to my notes

"I see" "be glad you don't"

Great episode I will have more thoughts later for now it's ice cream time

HE SAID HE WASN'T INNOCENT???

oh and "It wouldn't have been enough" or whatever he said??? "I'm too apathetic" someone get him a prescription for an anti-depression medication.

[zarathebleachfox]

BLEACH HEADCANONS 1: GRIMMJOW EDITION

Due to having experienced sex repulsion as of late and needing comfort, I felt the need to write out something that left open the kind of relationship Grimmjow would have with the people he is interested in. Reader is assumed to be an s/o who could be any gender and any ethnicity, and an s/o who isn't specifically platonic/romantic/sexual/alterous/labeled. I tried to be as inclusive as I could. Maybe it could be considered suggestive because I did mentions, well, suggestive stuff, but it was just a mention. Not much more than that. Enjoy.

Grimmjow bites.

Sometimes hard, sometimes softly, but he can and will bite under certain circumstances.

He is kind of like a jaguar or cat about it of course. He has plenty humanoid awareness and instincts now that he is an Arrancar, but that doesn't mean that his older, Adjucha ones don't come out to play every now and then.

He, in fact, prefers licking and biting to kisses and the like, but due to how weird his intuition tells him showing such behaviors in front of his usual company would be, he avoids doing it.

That is, until he acquires people he respects and trusts deeply.

Whether the bond he has with them is of familial, platonic, romantic or sexual nature, or maybe something else entirely that he feels would be impossible to ascribe to any of these definitions... Well, his urges to bite and lick people eliciting feelings of closeness, interest or concern from him become strong, once said bond is formed.

An example would require, other than his s/o or very close friend, Ichigo and Nel. He has found himself resisting the urge to bite them more times than he can count.

While for Nel it was whenever she would rush against another menacing Hollow threatening their and Hallibel's territory, though she was already wounded and bleeding and thus vulnerable...

... For Ichigo it was whenever he proposed to patch him up after their duels, those times when Orihime wasn't around.

It wasn't anger that drove him when it came to them. It was some kind of worry, or a need to reach out, try and make them think "I am fine, I am still close to you: let me do this myself and do not worry".

He can never put it into words, so sometimes, he just bites and never bothers with explanations. He is the King after all, he must stay inscrutable to subjects and enemies alike.

With you, he would like to bite you to either show his appreciation, creating hickeys that are hard to explain to onlookers who notice them, or to playfully bring reassurance, though he never grins while doing it.

He does it to bring you closer to him: when you check on his bruises, when you fling yourself at him to hug him or invite him to a game of tag... or maybe, if the relationship you folks have entails it, when you are kissing him or straddling him before/while you have sex.

This goes for the licking as well. He frequently will want to lick your wrist or the back of your neck. If he cannot because you have sensitivity issues or are feeling particularly overwhelmed, he will use his nose to nuzzle you instead. When you are crying, his bites get much softer, like little nips, and he will usually put his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head if you are still sad, hugging you from behind so that you find purchase close to him. Bumping his head against your shoulder and back, or against your own head, is another thing he will do, as well as producing a rumble from his throat and chest that sounds like an hybrid between growling and purring.

These are all intimate gestures he does only if you two have come to a deeper understanding of each other, meant to remind you that you two belong together and that he wants to keep you by his side to experience the years he has in front of him knowing he can come to you whenever he feels like it, and that you will ask for his aid when you need it.

[toxixlust]

꧁An Guide On: How To Win The Heart of Clark Kent in 14 Days

✧𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒕 (𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 2025) 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: This is probably my longest chapter yet. I got carried away a little bit. I'm posting this while on my lunch break.

Reblogs and likes would be appreciated!

Enjoy!

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @susanhill @mosseetrees @animegamerfox @yiiiikesmish

(If anybody wants to be tagged, let me know!)

✧SERIES MASTERLIST

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference

𝑾𝑪: 2,706

song inspo: a long walk by jill scott

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Wednesday: Day Three

Wednesdays are a signal that it's almost the end of the week. It also signals that you've spent nearly a week in Metropolis. And so far, you have gathered that Metropolis is a different breed regarding heroes and villains. You have seen things living in Gotham. Just a couple of months ago, there was that Riddler villain and the flooding of downtown Gotham. And then your hero is essentially a big bat that people feared.

Compare that with Metropolis, where there are more interdimensional beings. And in general, way more shit than a human mind can comprehend. Paired with a very hot superhero. And you're not saying that because you like to look at attractive men. What Superman does is appealing and very noble. We will pretend that when he first debuted, you didn't buy a magazine with all his photos to look at like a fangirl. And that was only three years ago. But you still look back at those moments of weakness, and wince at them.

On another note, it's halfway through Wednesday, and Clark hasn't texted yet. Granted, you could text first if you're that anxious. But the nerve of it was too much. You shouldn't rush. You exchanged numbers yesterday, so what's the hurry? What is the hurry is the phrase you repeat to yourself. You don't know. Clark has taken over your mind like an infestation. You've only known him for two days. But what he has shown you so far is that he is open but guarded. It is as if he knows something nobody else knows, and he is such an interesting and cute man.

Okay, you are bored. You're so bored that you have drifting thoughts about your new crush. But you know why you are jaded right now. No one ever warns you about how uneventful office hours can be without students. You think there would be more students in your office. Considering one: it's the middle of the semester. And two: they have a new professor because their old professor got into legal trouble. But in reality, it's not that. You need something to happen right now before you die of boredom.

You sighed in the office air before your phone vibrated on your desk. You quickly picked up your phone to check who it was. You smiled at the screen as you read the text.

‘Hey, it's Clark. I'm so sorry I texted way later than expected. I needed to do something. But are you busy at the moment? I'm on a break right now. So would you like to get some food?'

You reread the text twice before your eyes widened. Well, you ask, and you shall receive. You quickly typed out a message that you would love to meet him and to send the address.

You looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 1 pm, and your next class wasn't until 4, so you could make it there and back.

You quickly gathered everything you needed in your purse. You put a sign on your door and email, in case any student decides to show up. And off you were to the heart of Metropolis.

You're walking through the crowded streets, saying small apologies as you bump into some people, and walking to your destination. You should have parked your car closer, but finding a spot was already hard enough. You looked down at your phone as it said you were at your destination. It was a small but busy, cute mom-and-pop shop. You walked inside and looked around to find Clark. You saw him sitting in the corner next to the window.

"Hey, Clark," you said.

It was hard to control your laughter when you saw him get up abruptly to greet you, quickly moving to pull your seat out. You muttered a small thanks as you sat down.

"How are you?" Clark asked as he pushed a menu in your direction.

"It was boring at my job today, to say the least, until you texted me." You smiled while looking into his eyes.

Clark tilted his head and hummed slightly. And you think you were imagining it. But a slight, faint blush spread across his cheeks. "I never asked yet, but what do you do for a living?"

You were about to answer his question before you were interrupted.

"Howdy folks, I'm the owner of the establishment. What can I get you today?" The man said.

"Do you have any sweet tea?" You looked from the menu to the owner, who nodded as he wrote it down.

"Would you please bring me some coffee, black, and water?" He looked up from the menu as you said his name.

"Coffee at this time of day?" You shook your head in disbelief.

"What? I have multiple articles, so I'm pulling a long shift."

"You are a working man, Clark."

"Don't I know it." He sighed as he set the menu down.

"Are you two ready to order? We have a special that I specially named after Superman."

"A Superman special?" You asked in curiosity.

"Yeah, just a few weeks back, he saved my daughter and the shop for a week. I'm thankful for him, so I made this special." He said as he pointed towards the item.

You didn't notice that Clark was closing his eyes and wincing at the mention. But you were too busy focusing on the owner to notice, not sensing his discomfort. You two eventually settled on what you wanted to order. And you thanked the owner when he brought back the drinks.

"I'm a professor at Metropolis University to answer your earlier question." You tapped your fingers on the table.

"Oh? I went there." He laughed lightly as you stopped your tapping and gasped.

"I think I've seen photos of you on the football team. I didn't know you were the jock type."

"They still have those photos up? I graduated eight years ago." He made a face in horror. "I played football since middle school."

"You're old." You laughed as he made a face of confusion.

"I'm only 30, how old are you?"

You sighed as you flipped your hair. "I'm 28, if you want to know."

"You're going to hold those two years above my head, aren't you?" He pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"No, but maybe." You said in a singsong voice.

"What do you teach there?" His eyes focused back on you.

"I teach Criminology and Forensics."

"That's a hard area. I've interviewed people with that background," Clark said. "I know you just moved here, so where else did you teach?"

"I worked at Gotham University before this." You saw him raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Gotham University has great programs and a prestigious heritage with great minds." He leaned in to whisper. "But why Gotham?"

"I was interning with a professor at the time. She was recruited to help with their Criminology and Criminal Justice program." You almost slipped up in your explanation as you saw Clark focusing intently on what you were saying. "She took me along with her, and I ended up getting offered a full-time professor position."

"That sounds great. I know you've helped many students while you were there." He looked back at the menu.

"Yeah, they were great people." You hummed. "I loved where I work, but not so much the conditions."

"I vaguely remember news and your dad ranting about your advocacy while you were there."

You winced as he mentioned that. "Yeah, but I'm not ashamed of what I did. I always strived for the University to be better."

"You shouldn't, it shows that you care, I find that admirable." He smiled sweetly at you.

You felt a warm tingling feeling all over your body at his words. You could jump across this table right now and kiss him. The more time you spend with him, the bigger your heart becomes.

"Thank you for that. Most people don't see it that way." You swirled the straw in your tea.

"Who cares what others think? The people who see the good will know that."

This conversation will be marked as when you wanted Clark to become your man. Like, how is he single? Or if he's even single? Your thoughts travelled to you, trying to plot on a committed man. But he wouldn't ask a woman to an outing? But it could be platonically? Okay, so let's not friendzone yourself. You figure out a way to ask if he's single or not.

You focused on the conversation as you fell back in rhythm with him. Your food finally came out. You exchanged work stories, shared childhood memories, and discussed little quirks about yourselves. It was easy to talk to him.

"You don't mind me asking, and I mean no offense by this." He asked cautiously. "But how is it having Perry White as your dad?"

You laughed sharply at his question. "He might seem like a hard man, but he's always cared for me and my mother. He's like a mother hen."

Clark smiled at your laugh while the owner came back into view.

"Hello, so would this be one or two checks?"

"It can be two checks." You made a two-handed gesture before grabbing your purse to look for your wallet.

"It can be one."

You paused and looked up at Clark, who had told the owner he would pay for it. "Clark, you don't have to do that."

"It's alright; I want to." Once he had returned the cheque, Clark thanked the owner. You watched as he inserted his card.

"Thank you."

Clark waved his hand in a gesture. "It's no problem, I'm the one who asked you to come anyway."

You two thanked the owner when he returned with the cheque, and you made sure to leave a tip for him before leaving. You said thank you as Clark held the door for you.

You walked down the busy street together. Clark stayed close to you to make sure no one bumped into you. You're practically shoulder to shoulder, well, shoulder to arm. But you could smell his cologne. It just smelled warm like vanilla and ginger.

"I had a great time with you today." He said in the noise.

"I enjoyed it too." You looked absently at the people and street around you.

"We should do it sometime again." He voiced.

You paused lightly as you looked up from the street and at him. You noticed that you're standing in front of the Daily Planet. "You want that?"

Clark laughed, as if it were an oblivious answer. "Yeah, I want to." He paused as he looked back at the building, then to you. "I'll call you later, if you want that? I like that better than texting."

"I'm okay with calls. Can we set it up then?" You looked at your phone to see the time.

"Yeah, I'm fine with that." He tilted his head at you before he smiled. "I'll see you."

"Bye, Clark. You make sure you call me this time," you said as Clark walked towards the building. You heard his laugh before his faint 'I will' was heard.

You returned to your car and rechecked the time, seeing that it was almost 3:10. You had some time to spare before class, so you hurried back to the University. You made sure you had the materials you needed before walking to your class. You greeted all your students who came in and began your lesson.

"So just like we went over in our class on Monday. We will be going over theories of crimes and different perspectives of how a criminal operates." You clicked on your computer for the slideshow. Then, you moved onto the whiteboard to write things.

"Professor White, I think you should look at this." One of your students beckoned you to come.

"What is it?" You went over and looked at his phone. It was a video of a man talking about dropping a biological weapon on Metropolis University. As a campaign for the mark of humankind to change. Saying that they were people already in the building. And just like that, the alarms started to go off.

You looked at the door before quickly making your way to try to block it. A few students got up to help you, but it was too late as someone flung the door open and pointed a gun at your head.

"If you know what's good for you, you will move." The masked man said

You swallowed your quick defiance and told the students to stay close to you. Then, silently, you watched the man make it to the front of the classroom.

"This will be easy if you make it easy. You will move out of this classroom and follow my instructions."

You looked at your students before you looked back at the masked man. You nodded at them to move with him in front of you. There were already some students and professors in the hallway. You saw the masked man was taking you to the basement. You could hear a small group of students huddled around a phone talking about Superman, who was fighting. You will never know why some people choose to livestream as dangerous shit is happening in front of them.

But you focus back on the basement they were leading you to. "You will stay here and will not make a noise. I will not hesitate to kill any of you." He walked around the cramped room where you were stored, locking the door.

"I can pick a lock." Someone said in the crowd. You could hear a hush before there was silence again. You could only hear the faint noise of someone watching the live stream from their phone. And it was like that for an hour and a half before someone said he was coming here.

The door quickly opened as the man from the video scanned the room. You were in the front, silently cursing as he made eye contact. You were dragged by the ankle out of the room into the open space of the basement. Some of the students are trying to grab onto you, but fail. You try to wrestle out of his arms as he makes you stand.

"You won't be able to do anything without hurting civilians." He said it out in the open air.

Your eyes widened as you felt a gush of air, and Superman was right before you. "You will let her go."

"You couldn't just let change me, humanity, we can do much better than our current selves, like I did for me."

He pulled out a syringe, and you quickly shook your head, muttering no. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you must be my first test subject." You try to wrangle his arms again. "Hold still."

You quickly thought of what your military uncle taught you. You kicked your leg back in between his legs, swiping one of them and sending you both to the ground. He barely missed your neck with the needle as you rolled out of the way.

"No, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this, you ruined it." You watched as Superman approached him. The man tries to dodge him and punch him. But Superman quickly moves, restraining his body to the ground. You watched as the police descended the stairs, taking the man in custody.

You watched as Superman came to help you. "Are you okay, ma'am?"

You dusted your body as he pulled you up. You looked up at Superman. "Yes, I'm alright." You winced as you fully got to your feet.

"You're okay to walk? I can carry you." You were going to be stubborn, but he is helping, so you might as well take it.

"I think I need help." You had to contain your voice when he swiped you in his arms. You heard the students passing by you, being guided by the officers, uttering oohs and aahs

You grabbed him lightly as he started to move up the stairs. And you sighed, thinking that this quick week had just turned into a long one.

[trafficshippingtournament]

Get Ready for the Traffic Shipping Tournament of 2025!!!!!

It is time to vote for your favourite ships again!!!

The top 32 ships from the 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series fandom on ao3 was chosen to take part in this tournament (The stats of which you can see here)

However unlike last years match placements, which were random, this year we're giving everyone an opponent of their size by placing them in pairs by their order (Basically: 1 with 2, 3 with 4, 5 with 6,... so on and so on)

Every round of polls will last a week

Finally and most importantly, be kind to each other. This is just a silly tournament

Tags for easy navigation:

The actual match polls -> Polls

If you want support your ship by more than just voting, you can make your own propaganda posts and ask me to reblog them (with the link to the posts) or send me your propaganda in the asks to share for you! Propaganda could be anything from stellar art to incoherent yelling about your faves to bribing -> Tournament Propaganda

Fun stats about the polls for those who enjoy them! -> Tournament Stats

[musicat9]

continuing with my octopath ocs, may i introduce the lady Tiphania Rosenholm, a young noblewoman who's definitely legitimately interested in furthering her studies as a budding apothecary and not just using that as an excuse to avoid and delay her arranged marriage

[heartbeetz]

:(

[trafficshippingtournament]

WELCOME, TO THE TRAFFIC SHIPPING TOURNAMENT OF 2023!!!

Where 32 trafficblr ships will be going against each other to find out who comes out on top, so vote for your favourites!!!

The 32 ships chosen for this bracket are the current ships with most fics on 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series fandom on ao3

All of the ships were arranged randomly for the bracket

Every round of polls will last a week

Finally and most importantly, be kind to each other. This is just a silly tournament

Tags for easy navigation:

The actual match polls -> Polls

The propaganda made by people with hopes to sway your votes! You can support your ships with your own propaganda by sending this blog an ask with the link to the propaganda post you want to be reblogged! -> Tournament Propaganda

Fun stats about the polls for those who enjoy them! -> Tournament Stats

The tournament is over and our winner is GemPearl!!!

[artemx746]

Experiencing joy and whimsy (I'm writing the traitor gods)

[cherrysinner]

─── A LITTLE FAMILY ♡

♡ pairing: neighbor!clark x single mom!reader

♡ summary: how the next-door-neighbor who helped you move into your apartment became a part of your family.

♡ warnings / tags: domestic fluff! wc: 1.8k

♡ author's note: clark isn't the stepfather... he's the father that stepped up.

CLARK KENT MASTERLIST ♡

clark had been in your life since your daughter was two months old when you became his neighbor in metropolis, having left your no-good ex to live closer to your parents.

he had been on his way home from work when he noticed the large moving truck, a woman trying to lift a moving box, clearly struggling with it. "uh, hello." he cleared his throat, and you straightened your back, letting out a heavy, exhausted breath. "do you want some help?"

"no thanks, i've-"

"yes, please, dear." an older woman who you resembled emerged from the apartment building, interrupting your refusal, "mom." "he's a strong young man, let him help! thank you so much." the woman smiled at clark, the man feeling his cheeks flush as he turned back to you.

"really, you don't have to help me, you're probably swamped." "i've got time." the man smiled widely, taking the box you'd been struggling with and lifting it up with ease, starting to carry it towards the apartment building.

he could overhear your mother letting out a small gasp, whispering, "he's handsome!" making you let out another muttered "mom!"

surprisingly, it didn't even take one more hour for all the boxes to be scattered around your new apartment, even though you'd thought it'd take the rest of the evening. you'd said goodbye to your parents, and then turned to the stranger with a grateful smile on your face.

"thank you so much. really, you're a lifesaver. please let me know if i can ever repay you."

"don't, it was really no bother. i'm glad i could-" clark's sentence was interrupted by the sound of a small sob coming from the other room, your head snapping to the direction, "i should... go get that." you said with a small, tight-lipped smile, "but thank you, really."

"of course. i live right across the hall, so feel free to knock anytime if you need anything. i'm clark." he smiled, holding out his hand, and you shook it, telling the man your own name.

only a few days later, there had been a knock on clark's door, and you were standing there with a smile on your face and a platter of cinnamons, and you asking him for help with assembling a desk. that was the first time he met your daughter, rosie.

it wasn't long until small, neighborly favors turned into random friendly hangouts, until those turned into seeing each other nearly every day, and that became butterflies that fluttered around clark's stomach whenever he saw you like he was a teenager again. and three months after he'd first met you, clark kissed you in the middle of the apartment he'd helped decorate when you'd beat him at a game of chess and done the dorkiest, most adorable victory dance. after that, you became even more inseparable.

"drumroll, pleeeease!" you requested, clark starting to tap the table, "and today we will be seeing if our contestant, young seven-month-old rosie likes... cheese!" clark watched amusedly as you offered rosie a thin slice of cheese. rosie looked at the thing, clearly examining it, before bringing it to her mouth. when she took it out, you let out a dramatic gasp, only for the infant to put it back in her mouth. "she liked it!" you held your hand up for clark to high-five you, before pressing a kiss on his lips.

clark knew about rosie's biological father, how he abandoned you both a month after rosie's birth, and every day that went by with you and rosie, clark couldn't picture how someone would ever want to give this up. giving up waking up next to you, giving up holding you, giving up kissing you... or giving up hearing rosie giggle, giving up hearing her babble nonsense, giving up the way she'd happily clap when he fed her something good. he couldn't even picture wanting to give up dirty diapers or waking up in the middle of the night due to her cries.

a while after rosie's first birthday, you'd asked clark to move in with you two; a lot of people would think that moving in with someone after being together for seven months is too fast, but since you'd gotten together, he'd only spent a handful of nights at his own apartment, only going there to get a change of clothes and pick up the mail. and so, a blue toothbrush officially joined a pink toothbrush and a flower-patterned baby toothbrush in your bathroom. not 'for now' but 'for good'.

a few months after clark had moved in, rosie had wobbled to the bathroom door while clark was brushing his teeth, the toddler always following him around. the man turned to the toddler, with a tooth-pasty smile, "what do you need, sweetie?"

"mama."

"what'd you say?" clark mumbled through the toothpaste, his eyes wide turning as large as saucers, making him spit out the toothpaste as he called out to you, "honey, she said it!" "what?" "rosie said mama!"

you rushed to the bathroom with wide eyes, "she did what?" you exclaimed, both of you dropping to your knees right next to her, the little girl looking between you two with wide eyes. "rosie, did you say mama? say it again for mama." "come on, rosie posie, say mama."

the little girl pursed her lips as if considering your joint suggestion, until finally babbling, "mama." making you squeal happily as you pick her up into your arms, standing there with the widest smile he'd ever seen on your lips, "i'm your mama." you smiled, and clark pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss on top of your head as rosie let out small giggles.

that night, the two of you were laying in bed, your hand drawing patterns on clark's chest through his shirt, a thoughtful hum leaving your lips. clark looked to you, stroking back a bunch of loose hair, "i'm pretty sure i can hear the gears turning in your head. talk to me?"

"well, rosie saying mama today made me think… what do you want her to call you?" your question made clark swallow, his voice turning weak, "what… what do you want her to call me?" "i mean… clark is probably hard for a toddler to say." "i think so too."

your eyes glimmer as you looked into your partner's eyes, biting down on your lower lip nervously, "would you be okay with it if rosie called you dad?"

"you'd… really want that?" "only if you're okay with that. i mean… you're the only dad she's ever known. she looks at you with the same love she looks at me. even before we were together, you were so great with her. there's no one else that i'd want for her to use that title on. no one else that deserves it." clark’s thumb went to stroke your cheek, warmth filling his chest because you wanted him to be rosies dad, "then i'd love it if she called me that."

and it wasn't long until both of you and clark were reffering to him as 'dada' to your daughter. whether he picked her up, if he was playing with her, feeding her, reading to her...

at the end of every evening, you'd play a game where you'd point to your face and say 'mama', while clark would point to his and say 'dada'. then when you'd point at your face again, your daughter would mumble 'mama', but then babble the same thing when clark pointed to his face.

but as weeks, and eventually a few months went by, nothing seemed to work. eventually, as your daily game continued, she'd learned that you were mama, and no longer called clark that, simply stared at him with a big smile on her face, clark responding with one of his own as his finger went to stroke her chubby cheek.

"i'm sure she'll say it eventually." you sighed as you sat down on the couch and stretched your arms over your head, rolling your shoulders. without you having to say a word, clark's large hands went to your shoulders, starting to massage them, making you let out a contented sigh as you turned yourself so that your back was to him.

"she will." clark mumbled, pressing his thumb right where your shoulders were aching, causing you to let out a small moan of relief. "she's smart. just have to be patient." "have i ever told you how much i love you?" you hummed as your partner's hands continued their movements.

"only every day." clark leaned closer, brushing some hair aside and bringing his lips to the pulse point on your neck, leaving a warm kiss there that made a shiver run up your spine, before humming against your skin, "i love you more."

one evening, you and clark were standing in the kitchen; you were washing dishes while clark were drying them, the man occasionally peeking into the living room to make sure that rosie was still playing.

"it was... surreal. fifteen people were trapped in there." clark recalled, shaking his head as he wiped a mug dry. "i can imagine that. fires are really scary, i've always worried that i'm accidentally gonna start a grease fire and panic and throw water on it. i'm glad you got everyone, yourself included, out in one piece."

"don't worry. if you're ever in trouble, just say call name and i'll come faster than you can finish your sentence." he turned to you with a smile and you looked up at him, shaking your head, "you big sap." "you little sap."

clark leaned down to bring his lips to yours, but as you were about to kiss, a loud, giggly exclamation came out of the living room.

"dada!"

you froze, pulling apart from one another, eyes wide, "did she just-"

with rubber gloves still on your hands, you and clark rushed into the living room to find rosie enthusiastically clapping her hands. when she saw you and clark, she pointed to the tv. "dada!" she happily announced.

when you turned to the tv, you saw that it was playing the news. on screen, there was a close-up video of clark as superman after he'd saved people from a burning building.

you watched as clark rushed to rosie and scooped her up into his arms, standing there with the widest smile you'd ever seen on his lips. when you went to them, clark pulled you into his side. "i'm your dada." he mumbled, pressing a kiss on top of the toddler's head and making her giggle.

"you are."

taglist: @angel06babysworld @raahosh @biancasisstuff @iamarealmicrowave @angelicp0etry

join the taglist!

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 9)

I'M BACK! Sorry I took a break! BUTTT we're nearing the end guys!(i think either one more big chapter or 2 chapters, not TOO sure) BUT DON'T FEAR! I DO HAVE EXTRA SCENES/BLOOPERS THAT WILL ALSO BE WRITTEN! Now, This chapter IMO does feel a little rushed but PLEASE ENJOY IT ANYWAYS. As always, my tag list is full. HAVE A GOOD READ! (Also thinking of covering Free as well XD)

Previous - Next

The days following that were gruelling.

The idol awards were fast approaching and Y/N had spent the week buried in work for What It Sounds Like. Takedown was supposed to be released in two days, during the Idol awards along with What It Sounds Like.

The song required much more work than the other tracks she had previously worked on, from creating MIDI tracks to timing vocals and tuning harmonies. Everything was meshing together, creating a splitting pain in her head.

Just as Huntr/x was busy, the Saja Boys were also busy. Their influence spread faster than the black plague in the thirteenth century. Edits were being made, dance covers and even ships between the boys. (Y/N was blissfully unaware of the fact that there were a plethora of them shipping her with each of the boys, due to her permanent working status.)

The sheer complexity of layering, and the realisation that she didn’t have access to a crowd’s cheers, created a intricacy that Y/N was struggling to recreate.

‘Girls, I’m sorry. I don’t think I can get What It Sounds Like out in time with Takedown.’ Y/N said, pressing her palm against her forehead, feeling a dull ache.

‘That’s okay! We’re already winning so many awards with Golden!’ Rumi said cheerfully, voice crackling through the speaker.

‘I’m so sorry Rumi. Zoey and Mira too, I’m sorry to have let you down.’ Y/N closed her eyes, sitting down at her kitchen counter. She slumped over as the phone on the other end was passed to someone else.

‘No, it’s okay Y/N/N! Please don’t overwork yourself!.’ Zoey’s voice filtered through the noise of the dressing rooms. They had just finished taping another awards show where this time, they had taken a win from the Saja Boys.

‘That’s right Y/N. We care about you more than a performance. Do you need us to do anything? Re-record lines? Get you some food?’ Mira’s tone was calm but laced with an almost undetectable hint of concern. The girls were so sweet, she didn’t know how but, it seemed as if they were closer than before Y/N had transmitigated into this world into this character.

‘I’m alright Mira I promise.’ Y/N laughed, somewhat enjoying the girls fussing over her. ‘You guys did everything perfectly, there's just things I don't think I’ve gotten right so far. I just need a little more time.’

‘Alright, if you say so.’ Mira relented, with a soft breath. ‘But call us if you need anything okay?’

‘You got it Mira!’

The girls had said goodbye in union just as the elevator doors opened, revealing a mildly annoyed group of men.

‘Ugh, did you see the look those hunters gave us when they won?’ Beom grouched, taking off his shoes, placing them neatly on the shelf before running over to collapse on the sofa.

‘Welcome back guys.’ Y/N said, sprawling over her own marble counter top, her voice weak. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat or drink that day. It was just that she had completely forgotten due to the immense stress she had placed herself under. Unintentionally, work had come before anything else.

‘Did you work all day again Y/N?’ Jinu asked, his voice was similar to a wife’s soft, scolding tone.

‘I’m sorry honey, I’ll do better next time.’ Y/N mumbled into the crook of her arm sarcastically.

Jinu’s face flushed a bright red, as four glares found their way to his back.

‘Uhh…’ Jinu fumbled, walking over to the kitchen with a red neck.

Suddenly a voice from the television filled the comfortable silence, cutting through the entire apartment.

‘Hey, everybody.’ Rae’s voice began.

‘Our fan club just hit fifty million fans!’ Abel continued before Rae took over again.

‘We have to give a shout out to Huntr/x! We couldn’t have done it without their support.’

‘And to our fans?’ Min interjected, voice low and almost menacing, ‘Thank you, we really feed off your energy.

Y/N frowned, lifted her head as the boys hurriedly switched to another channel.

‘In other news, the amount of missing reports have tripled in the last twenty four hours.’ The news lady said, just before the boys shut off the television hurriedly.

‘What?’ Y/N said, tone eerily calm, eyes narrowing.

‘Um…’ Beom winced, looking at Jinu.

‘Abel. You promised me.’ Y/N said in a flat tone, nails digging into her palms hard. Her eyes were fixated on Abel’s face, painted with shame. His orange-brown eyes refused to meet Y/N’s. Abel could feel the sheer intensity of Y/N’s gaze, burning a hole into his side profile.

‘Darlin’ we aren’t the ones-’

‘I don’t wanna hear it. I’m going out. Don’t follow me.’ Y/N grabbed her keys off the table, pulling on her shoes and storming out of her apartment.

Abel was right, he had promised he would try his best. He also did say he himself wouldn’t take any souls, and in that aspect, she knew that was true. Yet, hearing his explanation wouldn’t make her feel better.

But, here she was, hoping that somehow, she would’ve made a difference. That she somehow had made it better, made a change.

A familiar rumble came from Y/N’s side. Derpy had appeared from a portal again, from the elevator floor.

‘I guess you can come with me.’ Y/N sighed, unable to resist the warm hearted nature of the blue tiger.

Derpy gave a happy grumble. Bumping their head against Y/N’s hand, prompting her to give Derpy it’s head pats as they exited the elevator doors. The sun already had begun to dip below the horizon, strangely enough the awards show was filmed during the day.

‘Y/N…’ A voice called from behind her, wary and soft.

‘What do you want, Rae?’ Y/N stood still, her back still turned to the tallest group member. She had only made it about ten meters away from the complex. Derpy circled Y/N, rubbing its tail along her back reassuringly.

‘You left without a jacket again.’ Rae’s voice was closer now, right behind her in fact. A toasty large jacket being placed over her shoulders. It smelt just like him, a warm, sweet, and elegant scent.

‘I don’t want to talk right now.’

‘Okay.’ Rae fell into step beside her, staying silent as he matched Y/N’s stride.

Y/N walked aimlessly, strolling until she found a park, abandoned for the day in the setting sun.

Derpy trotted happily along, pouncing at pigeons along the way.

Entering the ungated park, she made her way towards a swing set, sitting down on the left side, resting her head in her hands. Between her fingers, she could see the tips of white and yellow sneakers in front of her.

‘Rae…’ Y/N sighed, letting her hands fall limply to her sides.

‘Yes Y/N?’ He whispered back, bending a knee, gently lifting Y/N’s chin slowly.

‘I didn’t change your mind at all did I?’

‘No, of course you did. Y/N you’re so much more important than getting souls back to-’ Rae groaned, pain flashing across his face, stumbling backwards quickly. Derpy looked up from the potted plant it was messing with, eyes blinking unevenly.

‘Rae?!’ Y/N stood quickly in alarm. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, ‘m fine Y/N/N, Gwi-ma just didn’t like what I was feeling.’ Rae gave a weak smile, waving off her worries with a shaky hand.

‘Rae…’ Y/N stepped forward, fingers twitching, aching to check on the wincing man in front of her.

‘I’m fine, don’t worry.’ Rae flashed an unconvincing smile, beautiful nonetheless.

‘Is Gwi-ma still…’ Y/N trailed off, her gaze was wavering, filled with tears. She wasn’t one to cry normally, however today proved to be filled with emotions. Derpy gave an unhappy grumble, walking over to lay it’s large head on Y/N’s lap from the side.

Frustration.

Anger.

Disappointment.

Self-doubt.

All the emotions had reached a boiling point, now bubbling over. The entire situation felt like it was slipping out of her hands, like grains of sand trickling through her grasp. Y/N was sure that she had been placed here to fix things.

But if that were true, why did it feel like nothing was changing? As if she had done nothing to change the contents of the movie? Like nothing she did mattered.

‘Y/N.’ Rae’s hands gently cupped the girl’s face, brushing a cautious thumb over her cheeks bringing the girl out of her spiral. ‘Tell me what you’re thinking.’

‘I just… I wanted to help.’ Y/N whispered, gazing into Rae’s searching, lavender eyes. ‘I thought that somehow I could make it so that you guys could be free.’

A single tear dripped onto Rae’s skin, as he brushed it away with his thumb.

‘Oh sweetheart. You don’t see it do you?’ Rae gently led her by the hand, walking back toward Y/N’s apartment.

Derpy happily followed, remembering the way back home. The tiger disappeared slowly, sinking into a portal. Blinking it’s goodbye, knowing that the two would soon follow.

‘You’ve changed so much. Jinu is cooking, Beom has empathy. Min actually puts up his hair at home and you’ve got Abel, completely wrapped around your finger. None of us have even thought about taking souls ever since meeting you.’

Y/N stared at the back of Rae, as he spoke, watching the way he kept his shoulders more relaxed than they used to be.

'Well, other than yours in the beginning.' Rae gave a quiet laugh.

‘And you?’ Y/N asked, voice almost getting lost in the gentle breeze.

‘Me?’ Rae paused, turning around slowly, Y/N’s wrist still in his hand.

‘You make me believe that there’s hope, that maybe one day, we can be normal again.’ Rae’s eyes flashed gold, his purple patterns glossing over his skin for a moment.

‘Or as normal as a demon can be.’ He smiled ruefully, going to turn back around.

‘Rae listen-’ Y/N reached forward, placing a hand over the man’s hand.

A fluorescence of colours, emitting from her fingertips, dancing across Rae’s skin, turning his patterns a bright white blue for a second before his human visage flashed back into view.

‘What in the world?’ Rae gasped, shakily letting Y/N’s hand go, bringing a hand to cup at his forehead.

His head had been muddled, a polluted sea of shame and resentment. And yet, in an instant, the sea of pollution had been cleared. A rush of clean water, pushing back the murky surroundings, leaving the clearest, pool possible.

‘How am I doing this?’ Y/N blanched, staring at her hands, looking extremely confused.

‘Was this you?’ Rae looked up, his eyes shining with wonder. His hands were shaking as he ran a hand through his hair. ‘I mean… Is this how Beom and Abel managed to be free of Gwi-ma?’

‘I think so. But, I don’t know how I did it? I don’t even control it.’ Y/N frowned, still staring at her splayed palms as if it would reveal all the answers. It hadn’t happened the first time she talked to Rae alone but now, she had changed his patterns. What was the difference?

When she had first touched Abel, all she remembered was feeling concerned for him. Y/N wanted to help him. With Beom, it had been wanting to comfort him. To let him know that mistakes were just that, mistakes. Y/N wanted Beom to see that his talent wasn’t borne from Gwi-ma, but rather, the demon king just helped give Beom a push.

And now Rae?

She wanted Rae to know that normal was subjective. That the norm perceived by society, honestly, wasn’t all that great. That to be who and what he was, was already enough.

Each one of these interactions had been sparked by a strong emotion on Y/N’s end. But was her emotions the only thing that caused this?…

‘Y/N do you know what this means?’ Rae asked, nerves abuzz from adrenaline. ‘This means we wouldn’t have to help Gwi-ma take souls. We could help those hunter things seal the Honmoon! We’d be on this side of the shield, with you.’ Rae was talking a mile a minute still flickering his gaze between Y/N and his own skin.

‘Rae, what if Jinu doesn’t feel that way? What about his memories? I couldn’t ask him to live with reminiscing about the worst parts of his history.’ Y/N shook her head, as her large apartment complex came into view.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. But, while she didn’t approve of Jinu’s deal with Gwi-ma. She understood where he came from, people were, after all, inherently selfish by nature.

‘Y/N, that’s for him to decide. Jinu’s…’ Rae hummed, waiting for Y/N to swipe her key card into the door.

‘He’s changed. He’s softer, even. He was the second last to join our group. For four hundred years, he was distant. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile at anyone but us since we found him.’ Rae continued, as the pair moved into the elevator continuing their conversation as the elevator whirred into motion.

‘I don’t know Rae, but I’ll talk to him. Maybe tomorrow tonight, I’ll speak with him alone?’ Y/N leaned back against the elevator handrails. Looking wistfully at the floor.

‘Sounds good to me!’ Rae gave a patient smile, patting Y/N on the shoulder.

As the doors opened, Y/N was met with not only the smell of barbecued beef. She was also met with all four of the Saja Boys who had not followed her out of the apartment. They all spoke together quickly, words crashing over each other.

‘Y/N I’m sorry. I should have tried harder. I didn’t-’ Abel rushed to say.

‘Y/N we can fix this! We’ll think of something!’ Beom said at the same time, rushing through his words. His usual handsome face was panicked, as if thinking Y/N was about to disintegrate and disappear from before his eyes.

'I should have said something. I'm so sorry-' Min got out, his violet hair tied up.

‘Y/N-’ Jinu also said, trying to explain himself, looking equally as desperate as the rest of the men.

‘Is something burning?’ Y/N raised an eyebrow, craning her neck to look into the kitchen.

‘Oh crap.’

Turns out, the boys had been staring out of the windows, trying to spot when Y/N would walk back. Jinu had begun cooking meat on a barbecue plate stove, one he had bought specifically for today. He had seen that Y/N was working hard for the past week and wanted to surprise her with a meal he knew would perk her right up.

Yet, when they saw Y/N and Rae making their way back home. The boys had abandoned the kitchen, to eagerly await their return. Thus, burning the expensive meat slightly.

Or as Jinu wanted to call it, charring.

As the night drew closer, the moon fully resided in the blanket of night. The stars doing their best to shine amidst the twinkling city lights. Dinner had been finished, leaving all six people feeling renewed and content. The boys had done the dishes while Y/N showereed and finished up her nightly routine.

Beom had whined, whilst being dragged away by Min by the back of his collar. They had to practice for their performance and they only had two nights to do it.

Jinu had insisted that the boys practise away from Y/N’s apartment, so that they were able to let Y/N get a full night of sleep.

While it was different, Y/N didn't see any issue with it. It just meant that they finally would go back to their own apartment and Y/N could rest easy, knowing the boys were in their own area.

However, something was amiss.

Due to the way she had been suddenly thrust into a stress and work filled weak, she had neglected to open her prized notebook. The one where the last few pages were missing.

The words and music sheets of Your Idol had been meticulously torn out of the book. As if they had never existed.

In Jinu’s hands, as Y/N tucked herself into bed, after finishing her night routine. Were a set of papers, familiar with Y/N’s hand writing.

–

‘You took the song from Y/N?’ Min frowned, his hair was still tied up with one of Y/N’s elastics. His perfectly arched brows drawn together in a pinch.

‘Well I took it after we did Soda Pop. But, now I want to use it to surprise her! We can deal with the background music ourselves.’ Jinu explained, looking down, sighing noticing the hesitant look in his friends eyes.

‘In the beginning, I took it because I wanted a guarantee that we would get a good song. But now, I want the world to see how great Y/N’s song writing is! I mean just look at the lyrics. They match us perfectly!’ Jinu’s voice and eyes were void of lies. It was true, he had no ill intentions in his actions.

‘Hm, we’d better explain to her right after the show then. Otherwise it may seem misguided. However, I am for the idea of surprising Y/N by performing her song.’ Abel nodded along, his knuckles propping up his chin.

‘I agree, as long as we specify in the beginning of the performance. Maybe we can make a quick announcement.’ Beom looked thoughtful, staring into the apartment across from their own.

Although he couldn’t see Y/N’s room from here, he could see the jumper he had left there, along with random items the other boys had left there. Y/N’s penthouse had become their home, more than their own apartment. Long had it been, since they spent more than ten minutes in the apartment they had bought. (With fake conjoured cash.)

‘Maybe we can say something along the lines of, “To our song writer and producer, we’d like to dedicate this performance to you. You’ve made us who we are.” Something like that?’ Min suggested, tilting his head, his chin between his thumb and index finger.

‘Yeah, that sounds good.’ Rae nodded, standing up to walk over to Jinu. ‘So, you gonna handle the music?’

‘Ah hah. I may have already finished it…’ Jinu rubbed a hand over his neck nervously, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘She really inspired me.’

‘You and us all.’ Min smiled, ruffling Jinu’s hair. ‘I’m glad you’re finally letting yourself express how you actually feel about Y/N.’

‘Hey… She’s a great friend!’ He whined, protesting against Min’s teasing tone.

‘Yeah right, friend.’ Beom snickered, rolling his eyes.

‘Uh huh?’ Jinu slowly advanced on Beom with raised hands and a playful smirk.

‘No, NO NOT AGAIN. Abel HELP ME.’ Beom screamed, running for his life.

‘Oh, Beomie!’ Jinu called out, racing after the youngest boy his eyes glowing a devious yellow.

‘Can’t help you there. I’m working with Rae to choreograph this number.’ Abel chuckled, listening to the music Jinu had provided on his phone.

‘NOO I’m SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN.’ Beom screeched, flailing his arms as Jinu pounced on the younger man, wrapping his limbs around Beom in familiar stance.

‘Yeah? You gonna tease me again?’ Jinu held Beom’s waist with his legs, his hand tugging on Beom’s ear just enough for it to be uncomfortable.

‘NOOOOO I won’t.’ Beom wailed, writhing.

‘I don’t believe you.’ Jinu laughed, letting Beom go nonetheless, watching the man scramble away to his freedom.

‘JUST ADMIT YOU LIKE HER TOO.’ Beom yelled, escaping to go learn the choreo with Abel and Rae.

‘We’ve shared before. Wouldn’t be anything new.’ Min smirked, looking down at Jinu, extending his hand.

‘Don’t say weird things like that.’ Jinu flushed, grabbing Min’s hand to pull himself up.

‘Oh, you can give orders now?’ He raised an eyebrow, his eyes crinkling at the edges. ‘Don’t forget who's the oldest Jinu.’

‘W- whatever.’ Jinu’s entire face was bright red, steam practically pouring out of his ears. ‘Let’s go practice.’

Min snickered as Jinu walked back to the rest of the group, enjoying the reaction he had received from the younger man.

‘Y/N/N has no idea what’s coming for her does she?’ Min followed Jinu, as the group began to prepare for their stage against Huntr/x. Hopefully Y/N could deal with five demons men who were finding their way into her heart, slowly but very much surely.

--

Tag list: @ajunoiseee @silverklaus @thesimppotato11 @devilchicc @imlost-sendhelp @tumblblob @arieslucy @maybeethan69 @t4naiis @6demonica9 @suzieq1948374 @katzline @justyourlocalfriendlydinosaur @1950schick @myjerseygirlblog @sky2lar @itsjustkhaos @nevermorekisses @valeriele3 @yoongi-tunes @reibelhearts @satansdaughter123 @iheartyourgrandpa @justanindiangirl12 @uniquecutie-puffs @xyndyn @akiqvq @brightestflame @vivian-555 @oscars-wifeyyy @maybeethan69 @violetraccoon-4 @kanaes-world @chaos-inperson @ermespop @hisashifrey @venommie @booakaisha @lyunsafebubble @mimiu3usoft @doodle-with-rhy @lycemagee @sightofaghost @polinazavialova @singlepringle4you @reallynotsoconfident @confusedparticle @blackstar-gazer @gl00muraaii @latisthegenderfluidwannabealone

@marley1773 @poem-bee @girlypopmymelody @deyshayk14 @mysticalpandora @crescent-z @mothraantics @baby-bread-in @bubbabobabubbles @needsleep3000 @strayharmony943 @frootloopscos @briceericeee @n1ght5h4d3-24 @portrait-ninja @yucanbmylxdy @tatsuri-zomushiki @zoeyella1-4 @tanspostsblog @pixiedustaddictsblog @smoophie @leaheclipse @st3f13ily @odessa-is-my-queen @kyouzki @truth-snake @centavosmisteryoso11cent1 @dragongirl642 @moonymoo1 @lovemiss-vale

@pandaquick @emberswithers @raineandcl0uds @lonely-nerd-sodaholic @fantasyhopperhea @thesehandsarerated-e @mel3484 @sweetprincesscomputer @itoshiism @doodle-with-rhy @itsberrydreemurstuff @airwolf92 @sweatydazeshark-blog @anteroz @maryloudiaries @anything-and-everything-here69 @moosshroom @sleepyallthetimedontknowwhy @seung185 @sashagaming1012 @confused-smol-fan @dinoplantsghost @prettylittlelavvy @rory1939 @luffysprincess @bethleeham

@julianne1024 @rauvolfioideae @asakiyu @junebuggz @esposamultifandom @celesteelysia @prorpy @nonetheartist @historygeekqueen @anonymoustext @jamaicanqueen007 @amery-benson-cvii @scoliobean @angelkazusstuff @p1nkpaperstars @candlewitch-cryptic

TAG LIST IS FULL FOLLOW POST FOR UPDATES!

[damselneedssaving]

BATBOYS BUT THEY WITNESS A STRANGER PULL F!READER INTO A HUG AND CLAIM TO BE HER BOYFRIEND. FT. MARK GRAYSON! P.T.3

★ TAGS: older!damian wayne, older!duke thomas, everyone is 18+, mention of death, romance, mark is utterly devoted to you, jealousy, lots and lots of jealousy, little bit of dark!batboys, kind of dark!mark too

★ A/N: some intimate mark time this chapter, yay!! also, cough cough, let's not talk about that tiny break i took 😭

★ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 ★ | ★ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ★ | ★ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ★

YOU COME BACK TO DAMIAN'S SWORD AGAINST MARK'S THROAT—

—because of-fucking-course you do. You just can't catch a break for the life of you today.

"Damian—"

"This scum," spits the ex-assassin, cutting you off with the same sharp edge as the blade he wields, "had the nerve to claim we couldn't keep you safe."

Subtly, ever so subtly, Mark's jaw flexes. "I never said that."

"It doesn't need to be said to be implied." Damian narrows his gaze back at the meta, fingers readjusting themselves around the handle of his katana, twitching with an urge—to swing. To slice.

To kill.

You should've known. You should've known something like this would happen. That the brothers would be incapable of even so much as getting along with someone (a meta, no less) who claimed to be in any sort of relationship with you. Or, for fuck's sake, not holding some sort of weapon against his damn throat for something as little as a hug.

Maybe you expected a little too much. These are, after all, the same men who watched you through traffic cameras to ensure your safety when the Joker left hiding with a big bang. Literally.

You pinch your nose with a sigh, the start of a headache steadily clambering up your skull—

"Do you need some aspirin?"

—only to immediately cease its climb for a second.

Your eyes shoot open, quickly finding themselves on the unmasked viglante sat with a sword still to his throat, but his pupils trained onto you.

"How did you..?"

"You always get a headache after pinching your nose a few times," he answers, eyes crinkling a little in something soft and fond, "and I've always told you to stop pinching so hard 'cause of it."

You stare at him with parted lips and wide eyes, feeling that familiar heat crawl through you when he just continues to hold your gaze, smile a little too genuine to be directed at a stranger. 

Though, at this point, you're pretty sure that's not what you are to him.

The rattling of pills snaps you out of your little daze, and you blink to find Mark with his hand gestured out to you, a box resting neatly on his palm.

Aspirin.

"I always keep some on me," he says with a smile. But then his gaze falls down, and that smile is no more. "Even if... you're not around to take them anymore."

Something sharp punctures your chest, like a knife to the heart, and you almost clutch it from the pain, from his expression, but before you can even think to offer some words of comfort, the sword against Mark's throat presses down harder. 

"Damian," comes slipping out your mouth instead, stern and cross.

"He just tried to drug you in front of me," growls the swordsman, pressing down harder, the skin of Mark's throat hugging the sword's edge.

"It's just aspirin," you shoot back, narrowing your gaze at the demon heir. He narrows his right back.

"You don't know that."

Another pinch. Another ache. And the next thing you know, you're snatching the pill box right out of Mark's hand, Damian's eyes widening and stance faltering long enough for the meta to wrap his hand around the edge of the blade and squeeze.

Metal shards fall to your floor with a clang.

"You—!" Damian seethes, gripping the remainder of his shattered sword with teeth gritted hard enough to break boulders. "How fucking dare you."

Mark's face scrunches, a little bit in disbelief, a little in judgement. "You're the one that pointed a sword at me, man."

"What are you anyway?" comes a new voice, gruff and tough and seeping the same judgement that's in Mark's expression but a hundred times over. "Bullet proof, flight, super strength... you a Kent or somethin'?"

Damian clicks his tongue. "That idiot would tell me if his father were to adopt another of his kind."

Mark scrunches his face. "What's a Kent?" Then he shakes his head, steeling himself before answering, plain and simple, "I'm a Viltrumite."

You raise a brow, exchanging a glance with Duke and Dick, the two of them silent, but very much just as bewildered as you.

"A Viltrumite...?" you echo in a whisper.

"Why does that sound so familiar?" Duke finishes your thought.

"You're thinking of Kryptonite," comes yet another new voice—one that just entered the room; one that locks eyes with you, longing and pleading, before breaking away as if torn to, "as in: Kryptonian." 

Tim's gaze falls on Mark, and he continues with a question, "Did you mean you're a Kryptonian?"

Mark's brows knit. "Uh, no. What's a Kryptonian?"

"Our world's version of your kind, I'm guessing," you answer, lips pulled thin. Then a thought occurs, and you're quickly fumbling with the pills in your grip. "Uh—here. Thanks."

You place them back in his hands, fingers brushing against his own for a split second.

But a split second enough.

With a blink and tingles exploding in your fingertips, you're suddenly surrounded by blue. Blue and white and a vast expanse of nothing else. Not even the ground.

You blink, swaying gently, when a pair of hands settle on your hips.

"Careful," a voice whispers, the same voice that showed up at your door just hours ago, "you don't wanna fall."

Your head tilts, and a smile tugs at your lips, the next words tumbling out without you even having to think, "But you'd catch me if I did."

It's said with such certainty, such natural cadence, that you can't help but believe it yourself.

Then Mark smiles—soft and fond and filled with so much love—and your heart begins to bleed that belief.

"Yeah," he starts—quiet, intimate, "I would."

Your breath hitches, his nose moving to press against your own while the hands resting on your hips wind around your waist, pulling your back into the warmth of his chest as if he needs you to breathe.

And with the way he looks at you, you'd believe it.

Those crinkled eyes, that soft smile, the swirling brown that floods you with so much warmth, you'd need a fire to cool down.

He looks at you like you've strung up all the stars in the night sky just for him.

Then he tilts his head, and he leans in, and his lips press against yours.

...And you blink back to reality.

Your head whips around, lips parted and tongue so far from wet, it's practically a desert.

No one seems to be particularly concerned, all still glaring at Mark like he murdered stray kittens right in front of their eyes without so much as a blink.

"So let's just say that you are from another world," Tim starts like you didn't just see a whole ass vision right in front of your eyes, and you blink back your disbelief, "and in your world, Viltrumites are Kryptonians...

"Where the hell is this world's version of you?"

You blink again, looking around one more time and locking eyes with Duke, who raises a brow and flashes you a look that practically screams 'we'll talk about this later'.

So you put it to rest for now.

"How the hell would I know?" Mark questions, raising a brow in that same disbelief and judgement he gave Damian.

"You knew where [Name] was," Jason accuses.

"That's different."

"Oh yeah? How? 'Cause she's your little girlfriend?"

Mark's jaw ticks, but before he can even think to lunge, a chime interrupts him.

Multiple chimes.

The boys all raise a brow, each reaching for their phone and taking only a second to check it before their eyes are widening and their muscles go as taut as a tightrope.

"The Joker," Dick whispers.

"Of all times," Damian growls.

And the room bathes in a tense silence for one... two... three seconds before Duke breaks it.

"We have to go."

"No," replies Damian, firm and sound and more final than a runner passing the finish line of a race in first place.

But before anyone can say anything, can rebuke his claim or, dare you say, agree with it, you speak up, "And why the hell not?"

The demon head turns to you, gaze narrow and lips pulled down into a stern frown.

"We are not leaving you alone with him."

"You have a city to save." You cross your arms, jutting out a hip. "You don't have a choice."

He crosses his arms right back at you. "I don't think you understand, Beloved. I refuse to let him hurt you."

"And don't you think he would've already if he wanted to?" you retort, before letting your gaze soften a bit, "I have a feeling he's telling the truth."

In return, his own gaze hardens. "I'm not risking your safety on a feeling."

It's dumb, and you know he doesn't mean anything hurtful by it, but you still can't help the way your voice falters. "You don't trust me?"

Instantly, he uncrosses his arms, instead holding them out towards you as his expression all but softens into knitted brows and all soft edges. "Of course I do," he whispers. "You know I do, Habibti. It's him I don't trust."

Damian's gaze flickers over to Mark for a brief second, narrowed and pointed and filled with nothing but suspicion, before returning to you, all the aforementioned feelings like a ghost in his eyes.

You take a moment to steel yourself, breathing in with closed eyes and out with open ones as you say, "I'm not asking you to trust him. I'm asking you to trust me."

His jaw ticks, gaze far-off, and you move to press both hands against his chest to reel him back in.

"Go, Damian. I'll be fine. I promise."

He stares into your eyes, guarded, but still swirling, still loving, still listening.

And listen he does, for not a moment later, he relents with a sigh. "Fine, but I will come back as soon as I take down that scum of the Earth. And I expect you to alert me should anything go wrong."

With another dirty look sent to Mark by Damian, you smile. "I'll lead you guys out."

The loud slam of your door follows your words, and you flinch, looking around to find all the boys but Jason there and looking back at you.

Dick shakes his head. "Always such a temper."

Your lips pull down, but you force yourself to shake it off, walking over to your door to open it once more for the rest of your house guests.

"I'll see ya later, Trouble." Dick winks, heading out first.

Tim follows, not saying anything so he can, instead, hit you with that longing glance that can't seem to pull away until he's craning his neck awkwardly enough to have to face forward again.

Then Damian takes it upon himself to go next, giving you a swift goodbye as he continues to murmur what you can only assume are curses under his breath in Arabic.

And finally, there's Duke, who takes just one step out the door before swiftly turning around, grabbing your arm, and gently tugging you towards him.

"What was that earlier?"

You blink. "What was what?"

He narrows his gaze, lips pulling into a thin line. "The looking around aimlessly." Then his eyes turn sharp; sharp enough to cut a diamond. "Did he drug you?"

His fist clenches as he says that, the lights flickering enough to have you using your hand to grip his free arm lightly.

"No, no." You shake your head. "It's not that. I'll tell you later, I promise."

He shoots you a look, one of those ones that tell you he expects you to follow up on that offer, before nodding his head once, spearing Mark with one last narrow look, and turning back around to continue down the hall.

And just like that, all your invited house guests are gone, having never once watched even a second of the promised movie they had come over for in the first place.

You shake your head, clicking your door shut with a sigh before turning around, a smile—shaking and nervous—nestled onto your face.

"Well then. That was quite the show, huh?"

TAGLIST: @silas-222, @bloofairyfox, @wiseavenuelove, @inkycapps, @velovicy, @mmentallyelsewhere, @verysynical, @1abi, @bluepartywobblernickel, @krys0210, @patatasolitaria, @mazixxss, @nova916, @federalprison78-4, @crissy09yesso, @minhyrin, @nutella-hitler, @kvzutora, @starslightzz, @alishii, @crybabyghostie, @jsprien213, @cupid73, @doggyteam2028, @invinciblewaffles, @love-theangel, @butterbiscuit444, @thecrazyone2007, @reaperxdeath, @gaychaosgremlin, @pookiei-bookie, @couldeatthatgirlforlunch, @eugenekori, @khaos141, @saltedcoffeescotch, @thatoneraeder, @pix-stuff, @lingxio, @mxvoid26, @winterhi09, @pengmar, @natsukicookies, @bronermalls, @marinefreaakk, @starmee-lodurrson, @bbsaeko, @vellichor01, @frothymilkdrink, @brooklynbbxo, @sleepygirl-inc

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Part 2)

Sylus x Non!Mc

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

note: thank you for the love in the previous chapter 🥹

Series Masterlist

It's been a month or two since the last time you've been with Sylus. It saddens you that the time you get to spend together is cut short, only seeing each other at night when he pleases to have dinner or greet you goodnight.

You asked Luke and Kieran about what's happening, but they don't know either. They just know it has something to do with Miss Hunter, about Aether Core, about something that you have very little knowledge about. You mentally noted to search about it later.

“He is very grumpy lately,” Luke said, "He was glaring at us like he wants to skin us alive whenever me and my twin are being a little louder than normal.”

"The only one safe from his anger is Miss Hunter,” Kieran added. "I don't appreciate that Boss is playing favorites in our team.”

You tried not to let out a shaky breath. Luke noticed and he had to elbow Kieran to make him shut up.

"Sorry, Y/N.”

You gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'll try and catch Sylus one of these days. I'll talk to him.”

The twins scurry away while arguing. They think they offended you and they are passing on the blame with each other.

On normal days, it's not easy to get you offended but lately, every little thing just makes you … sensitive.

Maybe it started when you wanted that crow brooch that is neatly placed on Sylus's table …

When you asked him for it he just said, “It's for Miss Hunter,"

He took it from your hand. Albeit gently, it still weighed heavy in your heart.

You know you don't always get your way but with the little seeds of jealousy slowly growing in your heart, it's easy to feel hurt and feel neglected.

You just wanted that damn brooch and you know that he can buy another piece. Or even make you a custom-made one, one that is more inclined on your taste.

You took a deep breath.

Sylus is stressed. You know that and it's not right to add more to his burden. It's just a brooch after all.

“I-I didn't know, but when you have the time to grab one, remember me, okay?” you said.

"Next time, sweetie.” He replied and quickly went back to reading reports.

You don't know if he took your words seriously, but you have enough faith in him to trust that he did.

Or maybe the disappointment started when you wanted to go to Linkon.

There's a newly opened arcade shop that you're really itching to go.

Normally, Sylus would agree and watch you play. He's not the best when it comes to the claw machine, anyway.

So imagine your surprise when he rejected your offer. Not only that, the answer that followed chipped away at your heart little by little.

“Me and Miss Hunter already went there. It's not as fun as the other ones you've tried. You're just gonna waste your time there. Not even new plushies,” he even had the audacity to roll his eyes at that.

It seemed like he didn't think before speaking or he didn't see anything wrong with what he said.

Truthfully, there is none. The logical part of you knows he didn't say anything wrong. But for fuck's sake! Really telling your girlfriend that you went to the arcade with another woman? That's new. That's not something she expected of Sylus.

“You went with her?" you asked. You're anticipating his answer. Praying it's something logical. Something acceptable.

Please tell me it has something to do with those missions.

He looked at you, trying to see what's in your mind but you didn't show anything. Blocking any negative emotions from seeping on the cracks of your face. You tried to look as curious and as genuine as you can be.

Thankfully, he believed that.

“Yes. We went there after getting some intel around the area. She dragged me inside and she played until her heart's content. I remembered she went home with that crow plushie with a bib. She looked happy,"

You almost wanted to scoff at his face. You wanted that plushe as well, he seemed to forget about that. If it's only about the plushie maybe you can push down these negative feelings but here he is looking so endeared while saying that. As if he's not talking to his girlfriend.

Patience. Patience.

“I see. Good for her.” you said. "I also want that crow stuffed toy. Good thing to know they have them."

You tried giving him a hint. It's not like you to make anyone guess what's on your mind.

But then there's silence. And a beep on his phone. He tore his gaze away from you and your statement long forgotten.

At that point, you're holding yourself together trying not to scream and yell at him.

Maybe that's where it started. Maybe it's when you know that the distractions were not just caused by the missions but by Miss Hunter herself.

==

You sighed. It's evening and Sylus is still nowhere to be found. You texted him but you're met with silence. You wanted to call, but you hesitated. It feels like you don't have the right to do it.

Worry starts gnawing at you when Luke and Kieran hurriedly go out. They didn't even have the chance to say a proper goodbye.

Minutes kept ticking, and you heard it.

Explosions.

Your heart stopped and you wanted to run to where it was because something tells you that Sylus is there. He's in danger.

But before you can even step out of the base, Sylus's men stopped you.

“Boss’s orders to not let the Madame go out when the mission is in full swing. Please wait for him here."

You wanted to pull your hair out. You're trembling with worry but anywhere you go, someone will stop you. You can't even sneak out because that will surely trigger the alarms.

With a heavy heart you slumped on the couch.

“Fucking hell, Sylus what is happening when are you coming home!” you muttered to yourself.

You kept pacing and pacing every second seemed to last a lifetime.

Until the door opened.

And there he was, shirt torn, hair deshiveled and a few scratches on his body.

"Thank God you're alive!” you exclaimed and caught his heavy body before he lost consciousness.

"Sylus? Sylus!” you tried shaking him, but he won't wake up.

You settled him on the couch and grabbed the nearest first aid kit you can reach. Sylus might have the fastest regeneration in the world but it won't ease your worries about the small cuts that still remains on his body.

You tried suppressing your tears seeing him like this but you just can't. As you press the cotton on his cuts, you can't help but open your mouth and nag him about being careless.

“I know you think that this body is invincible, but please be careful! You need to come home to me. You have to come home to me. No matter how I'm annoyed at you right now, you don't have the rights to make me worry like this.”

“What's so important in that mission that you exhaust yourself like this? What's so important about Miss Hunter that you're willing to do such great lengths?"

You know that he can't hear you, but still you talked to him until you calmed down and ask his men to help you settle him in bed after changing him. You called the physician to check him up for anything. You kept yourself busy to shrugg of the nerves but those questions still linger in your head.

Sylus is a strategist even though he looks smug and arrogant. He carefully plans everything and tries to move in quiet only letting the results speak for themselves.

But this? This is not the usual.

Explosions everywhere and declaring a full on war with his enemies is not his style. You know that there's nothing really beneficial for him in this deal with Miss Hunter.

You managed to understand a bit about what their goals are. Getting that Aether core for Miss Hunter.

Tough mission, yes. But Sylus won't grab it if he won't benefit from it. And that's what you're left puzzled with. Sylus is a businessman, everything should be give and take.

So? What's in it for him?

==

You didn't expect the answer to voluntarily come to you. You went to his study to look for something or anything that you can help him with now that he's still unconscious when you stumbled upon a journal.

You thought it was not Sylus's. You never see him as someone who will write down his thoughts but you were dead wrong.

You opened it expecting it to be a list of things related to Onychinus, but you were greeted with phrases, sentences and some sketches about Miss Hunter.

You read each of them, it was a jumble of words. You almost thought it was a fairytale.

Past lives.

Dragon and Sorceress.

Kindred Spirits.

Energy Linkage.

Sweet Evil Trap.

All of it is too much. Too much for your poor little heart to take. And from what you understood, Miss Hunter is from his past. Someone who has a part of his soul.

Someone he waits for.

And the bitter realization although still unfounded, you concluded that maybe she's someone he still loves.

But what about you? What's your place in the grand scheme of things?

“I’m keeping you around because you’re still useful.”

Those lines ring in your ears. Sylus always say that to everyone but you. You thought that maybe you are an exception. That you're not someone disposable to him because you matter.

And as you soak up all the information that you knew, you started to doubt yourself as well.

note: aaackkk thank u for reading lemme know your thoughts! Part 3 soonest!

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

tags (can't tag orange :c): @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @amayaaaxx @i-the-fluffo @irenne-stans @hisonlyobsession @dead-fish-soup @pretty-sparkle-bomb @matchat3a @yura-4life @djlance-rock @zuzukusna @hiimsaraandyou @uy242c

[inseobts]

Stone Cold Feelings

zoro x fem!reader

boa hancock’s love-love beam turns everyone to stone, except you and zoro (and luffy). and so boa makes her mission to understand why zoro didn't turn to stone and shamelessly flirts with him (or at least she pretends to)…

a/n: as I said in the middle of the fanfic I don't really know if that's how boa's powers work, but let's pretend it is.

words count: 2.7k

tags: fluff, boa hancock spoilers, jealousy, humor, fluff, love confession

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Thousand Sunny stops near a small island, and Luffy jumps off like he owns the place. You and the rest of the crew follow behind, walking into the jungle. It doesn’t take long before she shows up.

Boa Hancock.

Tall, beautiful, dramatic, she appears like some goddess with her sisters and Kuja warriors behind her.

Luffy grins “Boa! You’re here!”

She gasps, spins, and poses “Luffy!” Her voice is full of love and sparkles. She turns to the rest of you “As for the rest… Mero Mero Mellow!”

A pink heart flies from her hand. It bursts in the air. Everyone freezes.

Sanji turns into stone right away, heart eyes still frozen on his face.

Brook’s skull goes stiff. Even Franky and Usopp are statues now.

You blink.

Zoro groans, rubbing his head.

Luffy just laughs like it’s a party “She always does that.”

You look around.

Only you, Zoro, and Luffy are still human.

“Huh…” you mutter “Why am I not a statue?”

Zoro glances at you. His cheeks turn pink for half a second before he looks away.

You don’t notice. You’re busy poking Robin’s stone face “They’ll be fine, right?”

Boa stares “What is this…?” She steps closer, eyes wide “Another one… unaffected? Two?”

She’s pointing at Zoro now. Her eyes sparkle “How… unusual.”

Luffy munches on a piece of meat “That’s Zoro. He’s kinda weird.”

Zoro shrugs “Guess it just didn’t work on me.”

You wave your hand “Me neither?”

Boa ignores you completely “So strong… so cold… so handsome!” she walks up to Zoro and leans in “Why didn’t my beam work on you?”

Zoro frowns “I don’t know. I just… didn’t care?”

You laugh “He’s too dumb to fall for it.”

Zoro glares “Hey. Then you're also dumb?”

Boa twirls a lock of hair, looking dramatic “He resists me… even though I am beautiful…” She gasps “Is this what true love is?!”

You stare “Wait, what?”

She waves her hand “Never mind. That was just a greeting.” She casually un-stones everyone like nothing happened “Let’s all… eat!”

Boa starts following Zoro around for the rest of the day. She sends hearts, pouts, winks, and flirty lines. Zoro dodges every time, annoyed.

An hour later, you're all sitting around a huge meal. Boa's palace chefs brought out a feast. Luffy’s halfway into his sixth plate. Everyone else eats and chats like normal.

Everyone except Boa.

Boa sits right next to Zoro. Too close.

She laughs too loudly at things he doesn’t say. She leans forward, pressing her arm against his.

Zoro keeps moving slightly away.

You try to focus on your food, but your chopsticks keep missing your mouth.

“Zoro,” Boa says sweetly “You are… very quiet. Strong. Mysterious.”

Zoro grunts “Trying to eat.”

She giggles “Do you always ignore beautiful women?”

You stab your food harder than needed.

She didn’t even try with you. You didn’t turn to stone either. You didn’t even blink at her dumb pose. But she’s all over him.

It’s annoying. Really annoying.

You clear your throat “So… uh, Boa? You know I didn’t turn into a statue either.”

She blinks, not looking at you “And?”

You raise an eyebrow “So why aren’t you trying so hard with me?”

The table gets quiet for a beat.

Boa lifts her chin, dramatic again “Because you’re not him.”

You scoff “Rude.”

Usopp tilts his head “Wait, are you mad at it?”

You freeze “What? No! I just...”

Zoro’s watching you now. He doesn’t say anything, but his eye is on you.

You look away fast.

Boa leans in closer to Zoro again “Just look at me once. Really look. My powers work best like that.”

Zoro shifts uncomfortably “No thanks. I'm eating.”

She sighs, dreamily “Why do you resist me? I’m the most beautiful woman in the world…”

She bats her lashes “Why don’t you turn into a statue for me? Look at me.”

Zoro finally drops his chopsticks and sigh reeeeeally deeply “Because I like her.”

The table stops moving.

Luffy chokes on meat.

Sanji drops his fork.

Nami spits her drink.

You freeze.

Zoro points at you “I like her.”

You stare at him “You… what?”

Boa is stunned “WHAT?!”

Zoro just shrugs, like he didn’t just break the table’s collective brain “Yeah. That’s why.”

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

Everyone's frozen.

Not from a beam this time. Just from shock.

Zoro sits back down and picks up his food again like he didn’t just say that in front of everyone.

You’re still blinking like your brain hasn’t processed it yet.

Boa Hancock recovers first. She stands dramatically, arms crossed, hair somehow blowing even though there’s no wind.

“Hmph,” she says, voice full of pride “Who cares? Even married people have turned to stone for me.”

The crew collectively “Huh?!”

Boa flips her hair “I attract everyone—no matter age, gender, or sexuality. That’s the power of my beauty.”

She gives you a side-eye “Only my Luffy has resisted me… until now.”

She’s not angry. Not even sad. More like… surprised. Curious. Mildly impressed.

But mostly, she’s just trying to make Luffy jealous with all this.

Luffy, of course, is too busy battling a giant piece of meat “Zoro likes Y/N? Cool.”

Boa’s eye twitches “Luffy, are you even listening?”

He grins, sauce on his face “Yeah. Love stuff’s fun.”

You cover your face with both hands “Can we not do this right now?”

“Too late!” Nami says with a wicked grin.

Usopp’s already leaned in “So wait, you didn’t turn to stone either!” He points at you dramatically “Why not?”

“I don’t know!” you shout “Guess I’m just… not into her like that!”

“Are you into Zoro like that?” Brook asks way too cheerfully.

Sanji bangs his head on the table “Of course not! Zoro doesn’t deserve her!”

“Shut up, curly-brow.”

You blink “CAN WE PLEASE MOVE ON—”

“Wait wait wait,” Chopper jumps up, eyes sparkling “This could be science! You both resisted her beam. That’s rare!”

Franky’s nodding “It’s super rare. Boa’s beam doesn’t care who you are. If you feel even the tiniest thing, boom—stone.”

Nami hums “So if you didn’t freeze… does that mean you didn’t feel anything? Like anything at all?”

She’s looking at you now.

Everyone is.

Your face heats up “I… don’t know! I mean she’s pretty and all but like—not in a heart-throbbing way?!”

You glance at Zoro.

He looks away at the trees like they’re fascinating.

Boa rolls her eyes “I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re wondering. I never even cared about you two...”

She turns away, arms folded “I’ll find another way to make Luffy jealous…”

Luffy looks at her, food in his mouth “Jealous of what?”

Boa now twirls toward him “Don't worry! Here, you can have my meal too.”

The crew is still whispering.

About you. About Zoro. About the “I like her” thing.

You whisper to Zoro, “Can we disappear into the forest and never come back?”

Zoro mutters, “Only if you lead the way.”

He’s trying to act cool. But you see the tips of his ears are red. And yeah… yours probably are too.

You haven’t looked Zoro in the eye since lunch.

You also haven’t looked at anyone in the eyes since lunch.

Because apparently, "I like her" is enough to set the entire crew on a mission.

A mission to ruin your life.

Robin is smiling in that quiet, knowing way that makes you nervous.

Nami keeps giving you looks.

Usopp has created five theories about "how long Zoro's been in love".

Sanji hasn't stopped sulking.

Chopper made you tea and whispered, “It’s okay, feelings are confusing.”

Brook’s already writing a song.

Luffy? His dumb ass just asked if you and Zoro are married now.

...Twice...

You and Zoro are sitting on opposite sides of the campfire.

Not awkward at all.

Totally normal.

Great.

“So,” Nami says, too casually, “you like her, huh?”

Zoro grunts “Didn’t I already say that?”

“Yeah, but why?”

Zoro pauses “Why not?”

You want to throw yourself into the fire.

Nami’s eyes slide to you “What about you, Y/N? Got anything to say?”

You fidget with your cup “Nope. Not a thing. Totally normal day. Nice weather.”

“Don’t avoid the question” Robin adds with a gentle smile.

You fake a cough “I mean… people say things in the heat of the moment, right?”

Zoro finally speaks “It wasn’t heat of the moment.”

You turn your head so fast you almost pull a muscle “What?”

He shrugs “I just had the answer to her questions.”

Silence.

Even the fire seems quieter now.

Zoro looks at you, serious “I like you. I’m not good at saying it. I just do.”

Your heart does something. Not the stone beam thing. Worse. It flips, spins, and slams into your ribs like a cannonball. And suddenly, you’re mad again. Not at him. At… yourself. At everything.

“So why didn’t you say anything before?”

He blinks “I don't know.”

You stare at your tea.

Another silence.

The crew senses the moment and tries to fake being quiet, but the whole vibe is “pretending not to listen while obviously listening”.

Zoro doesn’t push. He just leans back on one elbow, looking up at the sky.

“You don’t have to say anything about it.” he says, voice low.

You think about it all night.

You roll over in your bedroll, eyes wide open.

Ugh. Feelings.

It’s been two days.

Two. Whole. Days.

And they still won’t shut up.

You can’t eat in peace.

You can’t walk in peace.

You can’t even breathe without someone sliding up next to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Usopp whispers, dramatic as ever “Tell me the truth. You weren’t turned to stone because…?”

Brook leans over “Is it because you’re secretly blind?”

Sanji dramatically clutches his chest “Or is it because your heart only has room for true love… but that can't be Zoro?”

Chopper hops on your shoulder “Was it science? Wait—feelings science?”

Even Franky joins in “Come on, it’d be super romantic!”

You nearly trip over your own feet “Can’t I have one quiet minute?”

Nami strolls up “Nope. Not until you say it.”

Robin smiles like she knows everything. Probably does “We’re only curious, Y/N.”

“Obsessed” you mutter.

“Potato, potahto” Nami shrugs.

Zoro walks beside you, calm like always, but you know he hears every word.

He doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t asked once. That’s what makes it worse. He gave you time. He backed off.

But the crew?

The crew is relentless.

You reach your limit during breakfast on the third day.

You’ve had enough teasing. Enough nudging.

Sanji makes heart-shaped pancakes and slides you one with “S + (your initial)” syrup-drawn on top telling you "Because that's can't be a Z".

Chopper actually made you a quiz.

Luffy just goes, “You're married, just say it.” for like the 148th time.

You snap.

“FINE!”

The whole table goes dead quiet.

You slam your cup down “I wasn’t turned into stone because I wasn’t looking at Boa in the first place!” (a/n: I honestly don't know if that's how it works but let's pretend it is)

Everyone “HUH?!”

Your face is red now. Your hands are shaking a little.

“I was looking at Zoro when she did the beam, okay?! I wasn’t thinking about her! I didn’t even notice her stupid pose or whatever! I— I like him! That’s why it didn’t work!”

Absolute silence.

Then they explode.

“CALLED IT!” Usopp screams.

Nami slaps the table “I knew it!”

Brook throws his hands up “Aaah young love!”

Chopper’s eyes are sparkles “You were looking at him the whole time?”

Franky dabs away a tear “That’s super love.”

You want to dig a hole and live there now. Forever.

Zoro, who’s been totally silent, finally speaks.

“…Seriously?”

You glare at your plate “Yes, seriously.”

“…You were looking at me?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

There’s a pause.

Then his voice, quieter “I'm happy.”

Your head shoots up.

His eyes meet yours.

No teasing. No smirk. Just Zoro, being honest.

The crew screams.

Luffy claps like he’s watching a fireworks show.

Sanji is on the ground “Why himmmm—”

Nami’s already passing out mugs “Cheers to mutual pining resolved!”

Zoro walks over, calm as ever. He leans next to your seat, looking at you like you’re not surrounded by chaos.

“I guess we’re even now” he says, voice low.

You stare at him.

Something bubbles in your chest.

Not nerves. Not panic. You don't know what.

You stand up.

He blinks “What—?”

You take his hand.

Rough, warm, still holding a rice ball.

You don’t even think.

You just tug.

Zoro lets you.

No questions. No resistance. He just follows, letting you pull him past the fire, past the table, past a stunned and now absolutely feral crew.

“WOOOO—”

“GOOOO Y/N—”

“SWORD DATE! SWORD DATE!”

You keep walking. Out of sight, into the quiet.

Then you stop.

Let go of his hand.

Turn around. And now your brain catches up.

Oh. Oh no.

You really just did that.

You stare at him. He stares at you.

Zoro tilts his head “So… uh.”

You cut in, panicking “I didn’t plan this.”

He blinks “No?”

“No!”

You throw your hands up “I just got overwhelmed! And I didn’t wanna talk about feelings in front of Luffy and Sanji and Nami and Usopp and Brook and—”

Zoro nods slowly “Got it.”

“And now I brought you out here and I have no idea what to say.”

He’s quiet for a second. Then “You already said it back there.”

You freeze.

Zoro steps closer. Not too close. Just enough.

“You like me.”

You glance up at him “...Yeah.”

“And I like you.”

You nod, swallowing “Yeah.”

Silence again.

A breeze rustles the leaves.

Zoro exhales “Okay. So… now what?”

You blink “I thought you’d know.”

He scratches the back of his neck “I’m great at fighting. Not so great at this.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself. It breaks the tension, just a little.

“I guess we figure it out” you say softly.

He looks at you “Together?”

You smile “Yeah. Together.”

Zoro steps forward, hand brushing yours, not grabbing, just offering.

You take it.

This time, slower.

The next morning, you stretch your arms and walk out to the clearing.

Zoro’s already there. Training, of course.

Sweat glistens on his forehead. His bandana is around his arm today, not on his head. He’s focused, steady. Every swing has weight. Control. Grace.

You watch for a second too long.

Then he notices you “You wanna join?”

You blink “Join… what? Your intense ‘sword vs gravity’ fight?”

He smirks “Sparring. Not that fancy.”

You step forward “Fine. But if I fall flat on my face, that’s your fault.”

“Deal.”

You grab a wooden practice sword and face him.

He waits for you to make the first move. You swing. He blocks.

It starts slow. Testing pace. Testing rhythm.

Then faster.

Back and forth.

The thud of wood against wood, your feet shifting on the dirt, breath picking up.

He dodges a swing and smirks “You’re not bad.”

“Don’t go easy on me” you shoot back.

He spins, blocks you again “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

At some point, you’re laughing.

Not because it’s funny, just because it feels good. Like something stuck inside your chest is finally shaking loose.

Zoro lunges. You duck.

You step in close, too close, and suddenly you're chest-to-chest.

Frozen.

Your hands are still gripping the sword.

His hand is on your arm to steady you. And neither of you are moving.

You’re both breathing hard.

His face is close. Closer than it’s ever been.

His eyes flick down to your lips for half a second.

Then back to your eyes.

“Should we—” you whisper.

He kisses you.

It’s not rushed. Not clumsy. It’s careful. Solid. Just like him. Like he thought about it before, maybe a hundred times.

Maybe he was just waiting for the right second. And now here it is.

Your sword clatters to the ground. You don’t care.

His hand slides behind your back. Yours finds his shoulder.

The world quiets.

When you pull away he’s still close, looking at you like you’re the only thing he sees.

You whisper, “That was…”

He raises a brow “Bad?”

You smile “No. That was good.”

He grins “Wanna do it again?”

You kiss him this time.

No swords. No teasing. Just you and him.

Soft. Steady. Real.

And this is how your romance story started.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Bob’s reaction when reader gets hurt??

A/N: I have another version of this with sassy bob <3

You never cried.

You refused especially not over a mission gone wrong, or a few cracked ribs and a shoulder that felt like it was being held together with duct tape and pride.

You limped through the compound like you’d rehearsed it. Steady steps. No flinching. A polite smile if anyone passed you. Straight to your room. Door shut. Done.

Except Bob was already there. Sitting on your bed, criss cross applesauce, waiting for you. You stopped in your tracks, breath caught mid-chest. "Shit" You mutter under your breath knowing you've been caught.

His eyes flicked up the second you stepped foot into the room. Calm at first. Measuring. Then narrowing in on every detail; the way you were holding your side, the smears of dried blood on your sleeve, the way you wouldn’t look at him.

“You’re hurt,” he said. Not a question. Not even surprise. Just… certainty. You tried to shrug it off, winced, and immediately regretted it. “It’s nothing.” Bob stood slowly. “You know you keep saying that. I don’t think it means what you think it means.”

You didn’t answer. You just sat down on the edge of the bed, wincing again as your body protested every inch. And then he was in front of you. Kneeling. One hand reaching out but not quite touching, waiting for permission. “Let me see,” he said softly. You hesitated. Then nodded. He pushed your shirt up gently, careful of your bandages half-rushed, it really wasn't your best work. The bruise on your ribs had already darkened, angry and raw. His jaw clenched the moment he saw it.

“Fucking Christ.”

“It looks worse than it is,” you whispered. “No. No, don’t do that.” His voice was quiet, but sharp. “Don’t minimize it just because you think it’ll make me feel better. I don’t need you to be invincible. I need you to be in one piece.” You looked at him then, really, truly looked at him.

And God, the look in his eyes.

Like he was angry at the world for even thinking about hurting you let alone doing it. Like he wished he was the one in pain instead. Like if he could take that bruise and wear it for you, he would no hesitation.

“You scared me,” he admitted, barely above a whisper. “Scared the shit out of me. I waited. I paced. I kept checking the door. I kept telling myself you’d come back, but you were late, and then you come walking in pretending nothing’s wrong with your arm hanging off like a goddamn scarecrow—”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well, mission failed.”

Your breath caught. And then Bob sat beside you, closer now, his hand finding yours, threading his fingers through gently like he was afraid you’d pull away. But you didn’t. “You don’t have to hide it from me, you don't get to hide it from me.” he said, softer now. “Not the bruises. Not the bad days. Not when you’re tired. Not when the fight got a little too close to your heart.” You blinked hard. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“See everything.”

Bob smiled, just a little. “I pay attention. Especially to important things like you.” You looked down at your intertwined hands. Felt the warmth of him seeping into you like sunlight through the cracks. “Thank you,” you murmured. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. “You just have to come back to me in one piece.”

And then, quieter: “If I had it my way, you wouldn’t ever go out there alone again.” You nod softly before saying, “I know.” in a whisper as if you were scared you'd break the tension between you.

“You gonna let me take care of you tonight?”

You didn’t answer with words. You just leaned into him. Tired. Hurting. Soft in the way only Bob could pull from you. And he wrapped his arms around you so carefully, so fully, it almost didn’t hurt at all.

If you like my work please let me know! Reblogging, commenting and liking are huge and easy ways to let me know you're enjoying my work and it keeps me motivated to post way more!!! Request are open <3

Tagging:

@msfirth

@my-name-is-baby

@metalarmsandmanbuns

@live-love-be-unique

@disillusioniary

@you-bloody-shank

@sarcazzzum

@itsjustisa

@qardasngan

@freakyflora

@nishinoyastoes

@jesterghuleh

@zzz000eee

@ginarely-blog

@nubecita040

@murnsondock

@sxbrinajade

@articel1967

@krystalyn7171

@awesompawsum

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][aged up][attempted breakup][fingering][no penetration][squirting][female orgasm][established relationship][semi public][tester][to that anon who said they feel like a widow, i hope you enjoy it][finger sucking][implied face fuck][pussy sucking][oral (f! receiving)]

"I wanna break up."

"No you don't."

Rex dismisses you easily, hands readjusting the grip on the weight he holds just above his chest, continuing to lift and lower.

Maybe you should've picked a better time.

Like a time when you're not forced to watch sweat trickle down the delves of his carved muscles, when he's not grunting quiet numbers out and when his bun is perfctly tight, instead of being as lazy as it is now. But you're already here and you shift your weight from foot to foot, gaze lowered to where your sneakers scuff at the foam padded floor.

"Yes I do." You interject, taking another step closer and you watch as Rex's brows crease into a frown, before he carefully sets the weights back into place, and you catch a glance towards the bar.

Holy fuck, its your bodyweight on each side.

Rex sits up, elbows braced on his knees and the muscles of his thighs stretch and bunch beneath his shorts, and he leans forward, slumped. Gingery strands fall over his brows, and he doesn't bother to push the hair back, simply staring at you from beneath furrowed brows.

"Why?" Rex questions. "I didn't cheat this time."

"The fact that you feel the need to add 'this time', is incredibly alarming. And secondly, cheating isn't the only thing that leads to relationships ending." You state and you take steps towards Rex, before planting yourself on the spot next to him, your hand moving to rest on his knee, manicured nails tracing along one of the scars there, feeling the smooth, pink scar tissue beneath the pad of your finger.

"Well, I wouldn't know." Rex shrugs. "All of my relationships end because I cheated which, by the way, I'm not doing."

"This one isn't ending because you cheat—" "Because this one isn't ending."

Rex interrupts you unapologetically, dipping his head just enough to press a lingering kiss on your cheek, before resting back on the bench, muscular hands wrapping around the gripping spots of the bar. And he lowers it back down to his chest, and you get to watch the muscles ripple beneath his tawny skin.

"Rex—"

"Babe." His voice is stern, watching you from the corner of his narrowing eyes. "I didn't cheat, I didn't forget your birthday because it's on my homescreen and I'm not—"

Rex takes a breath, emerald pools fluttering shut and his nostrils flare just a moment as he tries to centre himself.

"Why do you wanna break up?" Rex questions, his voice even.

"I just...—" You purse your lips. "—I don't think you're serious about us, which is fine, per say but—"

"You're full of shit." Rex interrupts, letting out a heavy breath before setting the weight back. "How the fuck am I not serious?"

And you run your tongue along the top row of your teeth, before looking towards Rex. His eyes are just a bit darker, olive tones hidden beneath the iris in shades of annoyance. And you let out a heavy breath.

"Lower your tone."

"Yes, ma'am."

You watch the way his lips quirk, full lips curving into a grin that has his tongue resting at his canine, eyes glancing over you so... Inappropriately.

"We're breaking up, don't be weird." You huff, arms folding across your chest and Rex hums so sweetly, tossing a muscular and heavy arm over your shoulders, the scent of musky sweat and cologne fills your nose.

"We're not breaking up." Rex stares at you, head tilting and a playful smile playing on his lips, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

"I'm gonna let you talk about your feelings, and I'm gonna respect your feelings. And I'm gonna take your constructive criticism to heart, before I make you feel better." Rex lists out his words very sweetly, sweaty fingers readjusting the pretty pendant around your neck, readjusting to hide the clasp at the nape of your neck, the pendant just above the valley of your breasts.

And you let out a scoff.

"That's not what's gonna happen."

🦋𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨🏵️୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🦋

That's exactly what happened.

Rex keeps your thighs spread obscenely wide, full lips wrapped around your clit and giving your gentle little sucks, juniper pools locked on the way your face screws up. Brows knitting and lips parting into that pretty and pouty 'o' shape.

Slick trickles down his chin, soaking the neckline of his snowy compression shirt, thumbs tracing circles into the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

He spreads your folds delicately, broad tongue gathering the sweet slick before he spits it back at your clit, the swollen nub peeking out between velvety curtains and Rex groans softly.

"S'fuckin' wet, baby." Rex croons, brows pinching into a delighted frown as he drags his tongue through all the crevices he finds, lapping at your cunt with needy abandon.

"Tell me about your feelings." He whispers softly. "...m'payin' attention."

"I feel... ah-uhm... I feel —so good—.." Your toes curl, your nails digging into the bench beneath you, the leathes creeking beneath you as slick makes the fabric so shiny.

And Rex groans.

"Mhm, tell me more."

He goads you, one forearm tucked in the crook behind your knees, keeping your thighs pushed to your chest as his free hand palms and paws at your fleshy thighs.

And thick fingers push into your gooey cunt, and you let out a high pitched sound.

"You gonna come?" Rex coos, eyes locked on your glossy cunt, puffy lips wrapped around his pumping fingers, calloused pads pressing against that spongy spot that makes your head tipped back, stars dotting the backs of your eyelids and your toes curl and flex.

Rex can feel the spasm of you around his fingers, the squelchy sounds ring out in the quietness of the gym, only accompanied by panted breaths and your whimpers.

"Uh—...mmmf ..— uh huh." You whine meekly and Rex coos.

He feels your walls flutter, cunt leaking copious amounts of slick, pooling below you.

And he begins to fuck his fingers into you with abandon.

And your mind melts with how his fingers poke, prod and pound into that sensitive patch of nerves and you're coming around his fingers.

And you're not stopping.

"Tell me what I wanna hear, princess, tell me, baby." Rex huffs, moving to sit right behind your head, guiding your head to rest against his crotch, thickly corded thighs one either side of your head. Muscles flexing and his hard, leaking cock pressing against the elegant slope of your neck.

The heel of his palm grinds against your oversensitive clit, ringed pointer and pinky pointed downwards and two fingers fuck you with abandon. The squelch is lewd and the sound of your blood rushing fills your ears.

"I— fuck, Rex— I- 'm full of shit. 'm so full of it." You whine, nails digging and leaving scratches along the carved muscle of his thighs.

"I'm full of shit and-and-and—!"

Your toes curl when that wire in your belly snaps, Rex's hand moves to cover your mouth, stifling the scream that rips from your throat, a surge of slick soaking his palm.

And your body goes limp.

And Rex's hand rubs over your cunt, spreading the glossy sheen acoss your flushed and puffy lips.

"You still wanna break up?"

"....no."

Your voice is meek, lashes fluttering and eyes teary as Rex trails his fingers along your pulsing slit, before pushing three fingers into you. Your belly dips inward and your brain turns to mush when he starts dragging his fingers along your walls in deep, slow strokes. And you feel the way his hand pulls away, lipgloss spread on his palm and he pushes two fingers into your mouth, watching the way your lips wrap around his fingers.

Your sounds are muffled, panted breaths leaving your nose and your eyes begin to tear as you look up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide and cunt quivering.

"You gonna say you're sorry for hurting my feelings?" Rex speaks so softly, thumb brushing along the softness of your cheek and you nod your head, feeling as he shifts off the edge, gently tugging you towards the edge.

He guides you until your head's upside down, your head hanging off the edge.

"Don't be a fucking asshole and use your teeth like last time."

Taglist:

@lucky-beheaded 🌻

@anesthesia-4rizzle 🎀

@feral010 ✨

@blckbarbiedoll 🌷

@allycat4458 🪻

@custardpuddingprincess ⭐

@couldeatthatgirlforlunch 🦄

@theamazkngskye 🍄

@titchx0 🦆

@starski 🌃

@5lxt4u 🎻

@pariahsparadise 🏝️

@ilove-nsfw 🖇️

@milkstrawburie 🥛

@squigglewigglewoo 🪴

@hhjira 🌬️

@atanukileaf ☘️

@Calicocat-ina-tuxedo 🐱

@maliagurl 🐛

@munji-tunji 🦐

@ruu-bluu 💎