#and from someone i DIDN'T EXPECT to tHINK THAT

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Platonic Yandere Batfamily x

Child Girlscout Reader!!

'In world where you can be anything be kind......'

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 This is part 4!!

'Your beautiful, where did you get your looks from?'

'Thank you! I look just like my mommy.....'

Your cute smile and round eyes had Bruce matching your reaction.

What you said was very true though you did look exactly like your mother.

Well, a smaller version atleast.

You tilt your head up to look at him still holding the purring cat in your arms peacefully.

'Who do you look like?' You ask.

It was a simple ,innocent, question really. One that you probably didn't put much thought in to ask.

Truthfully, it hurt bruce more then you'd expect. He knew that if you had known it would've hurt him you wouldn't have asked.

So ,obviously, doesn't blame you.

Instead he keeps composer and replies with a soft smile.

'I suppose I get my looks from my father.'

Truthfully he didn't really know. After his parents death he tried forgetting what they looked like. It was easier that way.

But he'd have nightmares and their memories never did fade their faces just kind of blurred.

He stopped staring at their pictures and painting in the manor along time ago. He didn't even know if Alfred had ever taken them down. Or if their still hung up in their old room.

'My mama says I have my daddy's smile!'

Your voice drags bruce out of his tournamented thoughts and he's quick to compose himself.

He had seen you smile alot. It was almost like you smiled more then you didn't. But he never really thought you had gotten it from your father. Although your smile doesn't really replicate your mother's.

'Is that so?' Bruce replies with an almost forced smile. Bruce loved the idea of you looking like your mother.

He loved the image that he could paint in his head with it. You could pass as his daughter because you had more traits of your mother then you did of your biological dad.

So bruce could always lie and say you were biologically his. That lie didn't really make much sense to him anyway. Because to him you were already his.

You nod softly looking down at the black cat in your small arms.

Glancing back up Dick's quick to grab your attention.

'There's someone we'd like you to meet..." He says grasping your shoulders gently and leading you to the astonishing living room.

You however don't catch jason nudging bruce towards your mother as she looks out a window admiring the sky.

'Don't mess this one up.' Jason mutters in his ear before following you and Dick to the living room.

Sat on the unnecessary big couch is Cassandra Cain.

Softly letting the cat down on the floor you tug on dicks shirt motioning for him to come closer.

Dick almost smiles at your adorable antics as he hears your next words you whisper in his ears. 'Who is she?'

'Our sister.' Dick declares and jason leans against the wall watching the whole interaction from a distance.

'Oh....' Is all you mutter and for a moment the two oldest Wayne's think your disappointed in that fact until you speak agian.

'She looks really cool.'

'She is.' Tim states like it's a known fact. Dicks flinches at his brother unannounced presence having not heard him step into the room.

'Why don't you go speak to her?' Tim nudges you forward but your quick to run behind them instead.

Peaking your head out like a kitten that doesn't know if she should trust a human.

Cass giggles at your innocent behavior. The boys however look quite bewildered at the thought of you being scared of the only girl in the family.

You tilt your head from behind them watching as Cass giggles at your actions. Maybe she wasn't so scary....?

This time you actually move towards her without being nudged and she offers a soft smile silently begging you to come closer.

She pats the cushion beside her and you hesitatently take a seat.

Cass sends the boys a quick glance silently telling them to leave so she could have some time with you.

Their quick to do as she wishes despite their longing to stay.

'Your very pretty....' You mumble ,eyes cast down, small hands playing with the fabric of the lavish couch.

Cass doesn't speak but hums in delight at your kind words.

The boys had told her you were as sweet as candy ,but she hadn't believed anything but bitterness was reserved in gotham.

Until now.

She pondered for a moment not knowing what to say or do but your timid voice breaks the silence.

'You seem so..... cool.'

Cool? Is that what you thought of her? Is that why you had hesitated to meet her? Because you believed she was cool?

The young vigilantly had never been described as 'cool'. Cold? Yes. Quiet? Definitely.

But cool? Never.

It was a term that was often us as for her brothers not her. Yet, just by the sight of her you had deemed her....cool.

Maybe you were sweet. Like candy that'd rot your teeth ,but she'd gladly let her teeth rot just to have you. And that was made very clear to her in just these small minutes with you.

She didn't utter a word to you and somehow you didn't need her to.

You opened up to her on your own pace ,and she found it quite memorizing how quickly you considered her a friend.

Your smaller hands played with her larger calloused ones like you would with a toy.

But not harsh. No, you were soft. Gentle, as your fingers traced the lines in her palms like she was something to cherished.

'Can I be your friend?' Your quite voice sounds more like a prayer then a question.

It takes Cass atleast three awkward seconds before she's swiftly shaking her head yes. She'd never been asked to be a friend.

Truthfully, she never really cared for it either. But right now she does.

You smile, your naive eyes squinting at the ends. You giggle joyfully as if she'd just handed you a bag of candy.

'I'll be the best friend! I pinky promise!' You bable happily like a person who just won the lottery.

Cass's pinky wraps around your extended one ,carefully sealing the deal. It's safe to say she sees why everyone cherish's your happiness like a gem.

Because in a city full of monster's it seemed you truly were the only angel left.

And she'd gladly keep you safe even if you can't see it ,yet.

While you were being coddled and adored by your new found best friend your mother simply looked out the big windows of the manor.

Bruce's mind raced with ideas of how to approach her without seeming like a creep.

After all she did accuse him of trying to kidnap her daughter and she isn't half wrong.

He couldn't mess this up. He wouldn't ,but your mother was so diffrent then the women he's been with.

She wasn't spoiled or tainted. She wasn't a thief or a killer. She was a nurse.

A simple women with so much heart and love. But it seemed like that was only reserved for you.

That was it! He'd reach her through you!

'She seems happy...' Bruce says and he watches as she slightly flinches at his voice but she hides it well.

Your mother turns looking at you as you play and talk with Cass on the couch. Her eyes softening at the sight.

She hums her voice low and calm. Like the sight of you calmed her. It did.

'She's always happy," You mother comments taking a sip from her cup that's filled with some fancy juice.

'But she does look happier.' She continues calm her heart filled with a feeling of bliss at the view of you so happy.

Bruce smiles a rare sight even for his kids. He nods enjoying the sight of you being so compatible with his kids.

'She loves everyone.' Your mom mumbles her eyes still trained on you having an absolute wonderful time with Cassandra.

'Did she get that from you?' Bruce asks finally coming up with a decent question to strike a conversation.

Your mother smiles and ,agian, its because of the thought of you. She shakes her head her mind replaying the memories of you welcoming any stranger like it was your family.

'No, she inherited that from her father....'

'I see....' Bruce nods hands tight at the thought of you inheriting something that from another man.

'He used to be so.....diffrent back then.' Your mother says now turning her attention back on Bruce.

It was pretty clear what she meant by that but Bruce carries on not wanting the conversation to end.

'Diffrent how?' He voices softly, but your mother still feels distressed at the question.

She still answer's though.

'Happy, like her....'

She doesn't have to gesture to you for Bruce to know who she's talking about.

'What changed?' Bruce ask generally wanting to know. He'd first came to her to get to know you.

Yet, the more he talks with her and each picture she paints with her words ,Bruce finds himself digging bigger whole in his heart.

Big enough to make space for her in it.

'I ask myself that all the time..... One day he just...changed. changed into a man I had to let go.'

Her voice is quiet but it's stable ,something that she came to terms with long ago.

Bruce hums realizing that though she may always love the man she once knew that is not the man he is now.

And maybe he can be that man for her?

She smiles one that looks forced ,almost. Like it's something that's funny but it's not.

'In all of Gotham there's only one person that hopes he wakes up.'

'You?'

'No, I think he hurts more people alive then he would dead,' she pauses then points to you.

'He's that little girls world... She looks at him like he hung the stars.' She sighs almost defeated look I her gaze.

Bruce doesn't like the sound of that at all.

Bruce hums not really having the words to put his thoughts in the air nicely.

'She seems to love you alot too.' He finally says trying to soften the mood.

'She does.... But girls do tend to love their fathers more sometimes....even if their dads are the devil.' Your mother turns looking out the window agian.

But Bruce doesn't miss how she quickly wipes her eyes as a tear escapes. How awful is this man to make her cry?

'I stayed with him four more years before I finally left him.' She admits like something that she's ashamed about.

'What was the final straw?' Bruce doesn't even know if it's his place to ask but his mouth speaks before his mind has time to stop itself.

'When he got to her.' She sighs finally looking to where you are agian. It was pretty clear she prioritized your wellbeing over hers even if she didn't voice it.

It was known.

It strikes Bruce deep not knowing what she meant when it she said he gotten to you.

He had no idea what that man could have done to hurt you but even if he just poked you with his fingers Bruce was livid.

'You must love her alot.' He says trying to diminish his anger and focus on the hurt women infront of him.

'I love her more than anything.' She clarifies like she doesnt want Bruce to mistake it ,but he doubts anyone could.

'She's everything to me.'

'Your a good mother.' He says softly but his words are true. Anyone with two eyes can see just how good of a mother you are.

'She's a good kid. With her...it's easy.' She shrugs.

That may be true but even Bruce knows having a good kid doesn't just automatically make you a good mom like she is.

'You don't give yourself enough credit.' Bruce says and he doesn't miss how she doesn't meet his eyes anymore trying to hide her tears like their scars.

'There's still some things I'm not prepared for.' She says her eyes still on the dark clouds that fills the sky.

'Well a parent can never be prepared for everything-' he wants to add that he's batman and he's still not prepared for half the thing his kid's do but he doesn't.

Because he knows he can't. Even if he wishes he could.

Now if there was one person who'd love your bubbly personality more then Dick it would be Duke.

Because who likes living in a house full of angsty vilganty's? Not many and especially not the happy boy named Duke Thomas!

Cass had taken her eyes off of you for no longer then five seconds before looking back to where you were once seated to see that you were gone?!

Standing up quickly she hastily begins to look around for you!

From the living room to dining room to even the bathrooms that you'd have to walk all the way to the other side of the manor to get to!

She eventually had to get the others to help. Even though she truly didn't want to....

'What do you mean you lost her!' Dick all but shouts before Tim tries to calm him down.

'Don't yell! If her mom thinks we lost her she'll never trust us agian!'

'Do you idiots hear that or am I hallucinating?' Damian asks pointing to the ceiling. Who's room was above the living room? Oh right dukes....

And what was that sound? Blasting music and giggles? Yeah they know exactly where you are.....

Opening the young heros door they see you happily sitting on Dukes lap giggling as he describes what the lyrics of the sounds mean.

Leaving out some parts....to keep your innocent intact of course!

After watching enough and hearing your giggles through the door they finally decode to open it.

Duke immediately turns off the loud music his face blank almost confused to why they look so worried.

'Whats up?'

'Whats up? Whats up! We've been looking for her for five minutes only to find out your having a party.' Dick voices voice cracking from how shocked he is.

'Not to mention your teaching her demonic music ,Thomas.' Damian adds crossing his arms and shaking his head in disapproval.

'Yeah you'd know something about devil music huh ,demon?' Jason quips with a chuckle just to get under the small boys skin.

'First off don't fight infront of her,' Duke says pointing at damian and jason already sensing a fight about to start.

'Second, it's called being cultured. Gotta teach 'em young.' Duke shrug glancing back at your pouting face now unhappy that the music stopped.

'She likes it.' Duke comments smiling at you which brings your smile back.

'I do!' You smile innocently.

'She doesn't even know what the lyrics mean.' Tim utters gesturing at you.

'That's why I'm teaching her.' Duke answers like it's the most common thing in the universe.

Cass quickly goes over to grab your hand sighing as she leads you back to where she had you before one of her brothers ruined her peaceful moments.

'Hey you can't just take her all the time we want to play with her too!' Tim whines dramatically pouting.

Cass complete ignores his request as she continues leading you down the stairs cases.

'Where is my baby?'

'Huh?'

Your mother's eyes quickly dart around the spacious living room and kitchen not being able to see you.

'My baby, where is she?!' She panics not seeing you anywhere?

Bruce could tell the women was definitely about to have a heart attack just from you not being in her sight.

What bruce didn't notice was your mother already thinking of ways to kill this man if she didn't find you within five minutes.

'She's probably with my kids...she's fine.'

'Your kids? The ones that are all practically grown men?!' She says already moving to yell in the man's face.

She couldn't believe how stupid she was! How could she let her baby be alone with strangers!

You being the absolutely ridiculously cute Saint you are saw your mother's distresses state ,and new she was looking for you as you walked down the stairs case.

'I'm here mama! I'm here!' You shout letting go of Cassandra's hand to sprint full speed towards your worried mother.

'Oh my baby...I thought I lost you.' She sighs finally feeling like she can breathe agian as she cups your soft cheeks.

'Nuh uh ,mama, I'm right here!' You giggle as she smiles down at you.

Bruce on the other hand finally realizes that he was about to get murdered by your mother if Cass hadn't brought you back downstairs.

Alfred smiles seeing your mother being so affectionate with you remembering all the times Martha had been like that with Bruce in the past.

It had been along time since a mother's love filled the manors air and Alfred was happy to see how it was finally coming back.

'Dinners ready.' Alfred announces calmly as he gestures to the dining room.

Your mother's sighs at your pouting face because you already know what she's about to say.

'Don't give me that look...we've stayed long enough.'

'Your leaving?' Damian speaks up interrupting your mother's conversation with you.

'It's late we should really get going...' Your mother defends putting a hand on your shoulder ready to lead you out the big manor.

'Wed really like it if you stayed....please?' Dick protest and it was kinda hard to say no to a grown man that was pouting desperately.

Not to mention the other wayne children faces matched their older brother's.

Your mother sighs looking back at you an dshe knows she's lost when she hears your quiet plea.

'Please, mama?'

'Fine...we leave after dinner not a second later.'

All smiles in the manor reach their eyes as they hear her words.

'Well then let's go eat.' The old butler states as you walk over to him grabbing his hand with a smile as he leads you to the beautiful dining room..

Your mother sighs knowing she gave into your cuteness once agian.

'What am I gonna do with you..?' She mutters, watching as you happily skip to the dining room with Alfred, as he matches your skips with long strides.

She rubbed her face, her mind repeatedly saying 'it's just a simple dinner. Get in get out.'

The table was unusually quiet and your mother could tell straight away that this wasn't exactly normal for them as they all fiddled with their hands or their fingers.

Despite their best attempts at seeming normal all eyes did end up falling on you.

You happily spoke and ate not noticing the soft eyes all staring at you lovingly. Your mother did though ,and she was already mentally burying bodies.

You spoke softly your eyes on damian as he told you various facts about animals you didn't know.

And you threw in your two cents when you thought of something you had learned from Wild Krats.

Alfred saw your mother's focused eyes noticing she had caught on to everyone's adoring gaze and she didn't seem to happy about it.

'So you're a nurse correct?' Alfred calm spoken words break everyone put of their deep gaze including you.

'Yep my mommies the best nurse!'

Your mother smiles softly appreciating your kind-hearted words knowing you meant them.

'Yes, I am a nurse.' Your mother clarifies nodding at Alfred.

Alfred smiles at both your mother's profession and your mother-daughter relationship.

'Do you enjoy it?' Jason's ruff voice ask his fork digging into his food as he speaks.

Everyone wanted to ask that was clear by how they all perked up at the question.

The truth was they all new a thing or two about patching themselves up but nothing compared to what a nurse would know.

And they knew nurse helped people. They did too but sometimes they hurt more people then they helped sometimes. A nurse didn't.

A nurse just helped.

You mother takes a moment to think before answering the question.

'I love my job it... it does good.' She shrugs taking a sip of her drink before continuing.

'But it takes alot of time... takes me away from things that I love.' Your mother sighs setting down her cup.

Alfred smiles a rare sight that the Wayne's hardly ever see other then special occasions.

'Being a nurse or really anything in medical attention is a special profession.'

Your mother nods at Alfred kind words enjoying them greatly and appreciating them.

Though your mother barely knew the old man that kept these walls clean. She understood why you talked so highly of him.

The calm silence of dinner was abruptly interrupting by a ringing sound ,but it wasn't a phone.

No, it was your small pinky hello kitty watch that your mother paid about three dollars for.

It was your most prized possession.

As the small watch rang all eyes were on you as you quickly turned it off and ran to your mother's chair in a hurry.

'Mama your phone! Your phone!' You all but scream in a haste as your mother pulls out her phone almost embarrassed at how persistent you are to get her phone.

'Thanks mama!'

Your little legs run as fast as you can to the living room desperately wanting space.

All eyes now turn to your mother silently asking why you had wanted her phone so desperately.

Your mother sighs giving an awkward smile before answering everyone's silent question.

'Her dad calls her every day at this time. That's why she has an alarm set on her phone.'

Soft 'ohs' and hums of understanding reach her ears.

The table goes quiet almost like everyone's in silent agreement to try and hear what your talking about through the walls.

After about three minutes of concentrated silence your mother's voice breaks the silence.

'So I hear your a cop?' She ask her gaze pointed at dick.

He nods an almost shy smile on his face.

'Definitely an honorable profession.' She says her smile warm and dock can't help but smile too.

'What about you?' Your mother's hands tap the table softly but her gaze is on Jason now.

He hated that question. Because he didn't really have a way to respond to it. What was he supposed to say? He lived off of criminals money? No, that wouldn't do.

So he shrugs 'still trying to figure that out.'

Your mother hums soft smile never leaving her lips as she speaks and jason likes that. She isn't judging or looking at him like he's doing something wrong. She looks....understanding.

'You'll figure it out...'

And with how soft her words seemed they sounded...so true.

Maybe he could figure it.

'Ah, and I hear your quiet the genius.' She continues her arms on the table nothing but kind hearted tone in her voice as she looks at Tim.

Now Tim didn't know if you told her that or if she googled him but either way he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to be praised.

'I wouldn't say that I'm a genius...' He shrug trying not to be to cocky.

'I doubt anyone would.' Damian adds with a soft smirk. And while Tim looks annoyed and embarrassed Dick and Jason can't help but snicker..

Bruce however gives them a stern glare which doesn't help much but looking at your. Mother she doesn't look to happy about it so they immediately stop.

Your mother hums her voice carefully and light as she speaks to the youngest wayne.

'You must be Damian.'

'I am.' His voice comes out quiet almost shaky as if her slight glare has him shaken. Now that makes his older brother's want to laugh even more.

'My daughter described you as if you were an angel.' Her voice is tender but there's something behind it.

Like she's disappointed with what she's seeing and that makes Damian feel disappointed in himself.

His heads hung low as she speaks agian. But that disappointment is gone when your mother says her next words.

'You certainly look it. Your absolutely adorable. You must've gotten your looks from your mother.'

She jokes a soft laugh leaves her lips and the other join obviously not goings to miss the chance to diss Bruce.

Bruce laughs himself finding your mother's confidence admirable.

Your mother complements Dukes brightness and Cass for her confidently fiece demeanor.

Slowly the small talk becomes less forced and more familiar.

Like this is how it's supposed to be.

Bruce relivishes in the normalcy and so do the children all while your mother keeps a smile on everyone face.

The once big empty table now feels smaller not with space but with comfort. Like these no gaps missing. Well there is one but you shortly make your way back to the table.

You almost unnoticed by how loud everyone is talking. Cass's the first to see you, your eyes cast down not meeting her gaze. She frowns but decides not to say anything.

You don't sit back on your seat and you don't say anything either.

You just stand there and everyone allows you to thinking maybe you just want to stand.

That is till your mother speaks up noticing how oddly quiet your being.

"You okay, baby?"

You sniffle your eyes still to the ground. Your mother's smile drops and a frown quickly replaces it.

Then everyone sees it. A tear drop. One then two. Then they don't stop.

Your mother's quick to try and comfort you opening her arms to allow you to come to her. But you don't.

No, to her surprise you run right past her.

Her head whips so fast she could've gotten whiplash. Just to see you run straight into Bruce's arms.

Bruce? Bruce!

Everyone's surprised gut Bruce quickly composes himself and sets you in his lap as you cry your little heart out on his chest.

He looks at your mother clearly not knowing what to do. But your mother offers no help. Just as confused as he is but for a totally different reason obviously.

Why would you run to him instead of her?

He awkwardly pats your back and your mother soft voice speaks up.

"What's happened baby...?"

"He doesn't love me mama....."

Your voice is so small and so broken. It hurts everyone how your sobs continue and grow louder.

Your mother sighs your sad small voice breaking her heart. She leans back in her seat.

Everyone's jaw clenched how dare someone break your heart? And this young? Oh, they were gonna pay.

Your mother knows your dad was probably just drunk he probably didn't even mean to call, like he should've.

He probably said something he didn't mean but that doesn't mean anything to your broken heart right now.

Your sad sobs echos throughout the manor cruelly. A reminder of how distressed you truly are.

And despite the other kids efforts; twenty minutes later they still can't bring your glowing smile back.

You cling to bruce like a lifeline, your cries muffled by his expensive shirt that he doesn't mind you ruining with your tears ,and snotty sniffles.

Eventually the kids do give up and just watch as your cries slowly fade. Some watch with curiosity with why you picked Bruce others with jealousy.

Your mother on the other hand watches with neither. She knows exactly why you ran to Bruce and no one else. She understands why you ran to Bruce instead of her.

You wanted something that neither her or the wayne children could give you.

A father's comfort.

Sigh, maybe this would be a bit more difficult then just a simple ,innocent, dinner.

With the dreadful amount of crying you did one would've thought you would've wanted to go home.

But not you!

Somehow you had gotten your mother to stay for a movie. In the manors luxurious house movie theater.

Claiming it would be rude to leave damian on his birthday without watching a movie like you two always did on eachothers birthday.

Normally she would've said no. But she couldn't not when you had just finished crying and she knew that this was your way of trying to forget your father's hurtful words.

So with a sigh she said yes.

Your mother left the movie theater claiming she needed something to drink. Bruce took this opportunity to make the final move everyone was planing.

Securing a date.

What Bruce obviously doesn't know is that you don't try and make moves on a women who's little girl heart just broke.

'What. Did. You. Just. Say.'

Your mother's voice is colder then any blade he's ever been stabbed with and the menacing batman flinches.

He swallows then continues.

'I-I was just wondering if perhaps if you wanted to we could-'

SMACK!

Well, that didn't go to exactly to plan.

And that's pretty cleat with how Bruce's cheek is reddening from the impact of your mother hand.

You mother's glare looks meaner then Clark's when he's angry. Now Bruce knows he really messed up.

But....is it wrong to say he...might enjoy it?

That thought quickly disappears faster then it came with how fast your mother begins cussing him out.

'How fucking dare you! My baby looks up to you! And you just want to get in my fucking pants?!' She takes a pause a short and dramatic cruel pause before she continues.

Hands on her hips and her right palm slightly red from how hard she hit Bruce's face ,but by the look on her face she clearly doesn't regret it.

'I'm not one of your whores you can get a quick fuck out of. And my baby ain't no orphan who needs saving.'

She turns around like the wind itself better fear her fury.

'Fuck you! And your mother-fucking bitch mentality!'

She thinks he got to you just to get to her? Well that's not how it is at all! But Bruce can't say that he wants her just to get you or that'll definitely sound wrong.

So he stands there and watches with a red cheek as your mother pulls you out the manor leaving you no time to whine and complain before your out the door.

The rain is oaking your clothes but you still make a point to wave to everyone watching you through the window.

Your mother's old car drives off like she Dominic Toreto himself and when the cat finally come out their view Jason says the words everyone's been dying to ask.

'What the fuck did you do?'

Bruce sighs hands in his hips copying your mother earlier stance ,but instead of anger fueling his heart it's desire and love.

'Alfred get me the best lawyers in gotham.'

Alfred sighs a knowing look of defeated acceptance in his gaze.

'The adoption one or matrimonial one?'

Obviously Bruce's plan was going to need a bit more.....force.

'Both.'

Thanks for reading!!

Likes ,comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

Note: I do not encourage violence readers mother is just very protective of her baby.

Second note: I don't know why I picked that song in particular it just reminded me of reader and her dad relationship.

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MINE !

synopsis: when a guy confesses to you on valentine's day, how will katsuki react?

notes: request here! i like how it's not 'be mine,' just 'you're mine' lol bc thats so katsuki. again w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda like always

you weren’t expecting much out of valentine’s day.

you liked all the pink everywhere, sure. the flowers, the hearts, the whole aesthetic. but you weren’t holding your breath for a grand romantic gesture or a super hot valentine or anything.

you thought maybe you, mina, and sato would make some chocolates to give to friends. a fun, holiday-sprit thing to do with your good friends, no big deal.

of course, you'd wear a cute pink top because, well, why not? it’s valentine’s day, and you'd get to embrace the theme and look super cute!

and, also of course, you’d give katsuki some chocolate, like you've done every year since you were like four.

it wasn’t anything new. it was just.. something you did. a little exchange between the two of you. you'd make his differently than the friend-chocolate you'd make for everyone else. he preferred dark chocolate to milk, cocoa powder over condensed milk, and you always made it cute and packaged it nicely. in return, he’d always give you something back on white day, something he made just for you. it had become a tradition. a small, personal ritual.

but, other than that, because you were #singleasf, valentine’s day was just another fun hearts-themed day. you liked it, but it was nothing to make a big deal of.

you definitely weren’t expecting someone to walk up to you, red-faced and nervous, holding a little box of chocolates with your name on it.

“i know this is kinda random,” the guy says, laughing awkwardly. “but i’ve liked you for a while, y/n, and i figured if there's any day to do this, it should be valentines day, right? and-"

at some point, you start zoning out. ..who was this guy again? he looked vaguely familiar, but honestly, if he didn't know your name and wasn't confessing to you in real time, you would have said you didn't know him if prompted.

"-i think you're really pretty! and, um, your quirk is really impressive. and, like, i know we haven't talked much, but-"

you wonder how you're going to respond. what is the kindest way to say "who the fuck are you, no" to someone confessing to you in person. you consider saying yes solely because you respect his courage and would feel bad saying no.

"-so, um, would you please go out on a date with me?"

you consider asking him for his name, but that feels a little rude for someone who just poured his heart out.

before you can even answer, a hand appears on your waist.

a very familiar hand.

it's katsuki.

“she's mine,” he says flatly. no hesitation, no stutter.

you blink. that's news to you. the guy does too.

“oh,” he says, awkward. “i didn’t know that-”

“yeah. now you do.”

the guy backs off quickly, and you turn around, heart pounding despite your cool exterior.

“so… yours?” you ask, voice slightly teasing. "didn't realize you were so possessive, katsuki."

"'m not possessive." katsuki’s jaw is tense. “it's just.. that dumbass musta been dropped on his head when he was a baby. you're obviously mine."

katsuki's face gets close to yours. "you've always been mine."

"hey, don't be mean." you scold mockingly. "how was he even supposed to know? it's not like you told him beforehand. and we're not.."

"dating" is what you want to say, but you bite your tongue.

neither of you comment on the fact that he called you his and you went with it. or that his hand is still on your waist, or that his face was maybe an inch away from yours.

that's nothing unusual, though. you've been dancing around each other like this for years.

he scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck like it physically hurts to show that he has any emotion other than hot, fiery rage. (as if you haven't seen him curled up on your lap whining for you to scratch his head.)

“i shouldn't have to,” he mutters. “i mean… i spend every damn second with you. you wear my hoodie. i walk you to your dorm. for fuck's sake, we fucking cuddle on more nights than we don't,” he stops himself, groaning.

“fuck. you’re mine. you know it, everyone knows it, and he should damn well know it too.”

your breath catches. “katsuki-"

"don't listen to any other fuckin' dumbass." katsuki growls, suddenly pulling you close. "you're mine."

your heart races and your cheeks get hot. it's not just the proximity that's getting you. you're close all the time. it's the tone. the glint in his eyes. he's jealous, whether he'd ever admit it or not, and fuck, you're almost ashamed to admit how hot you think it is.

you smile, throwing your arms lazily around his neck.

"i'm yours."

masterlist rbs + comments super duper appreciated!

[yan-randomfandom]

umm hi! wanted to ask if is ok yandere rumi with gn!reader or yandere rumi and yandere jinu if it's ok

Yandere!Rumi x GN!Reader

a/n; HOORAY YANDERE!! #iloverumi thank u anon😙 | warning; dependency

— 💜

You found out about her patterns by accident.

And at the time, instead of feeling fear and panic as she should be, all Rumi could feel was relief. Relief that it wasn't one of the girls. Relief that it was a complete stranger. Relief that someone else knew about it.

When you asked, Rumi explained it was tattoos in frantic desperation. But you knew.

"Those are demon patterns," you say with confidence. You meet the singer's eyes warily, being careful in your expression.

Something crazed lights up in Rumi's face. "How did you—"

"I learn about myths and legends in my free time. But..." you pause, glancing over her patterns again, "I've never heard of a human-demon before. Unless, you aren't human...?"

Rumi breaths. The kind of breathing that made you believe she's relieving through something. "I— I am."

— 🪻

It's become a habit for you and her to meet up every now and then. She'd ask you what you know about the demons, the Honmoon, Gwi-Ma, and she'd tell you her experience about being a hunter. (You asked for anything fan-related things too, of course. Picture, autograph — it's awesome!)

How curious that demons truly do exist.

You didn't expect her to want to meet you so often. First of all, she's a famous idol. You're a casual fan of Huntrix, but you already know how hard they work for their art. Second, she's a hunter! The legendary three-part harmony protectors of the Honmoon!

A sigh escapes you. You can't imagine bearing all that responsibility — let alone being a demon herself.

Rumi likes to text you a lot, always planning the next hangout. You'd think that she would have to keep changing schedules, but on the contrary, it seems like it's you who always has conflicting schedules.

— 🎶

"The Saja Boys are demons," she says one day, suddenly, her face falling heavy. "Avoid them, okay? The girls and I will fix it as soon as we can."

You stare at her in awe, your eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Demon boy band? Of course..."

She places her hand on your shoulder. You give her a smile, gently brushing your hand against her patterns.

"Don't worry, Rumi," you nod. "I'll help too, in my own way. Thanks for telling me."

"Thank you," Rumi parrots, meeting your eyes. "But you don't have to do anything. Let me handle all of it. Just stay safe."

— ❤️‍🔥

"Don't leave. Don't leave!"

Just like that.

Rumi's patterns were revealed to the whole world. Her own friends raised their weapons against her. Jinu yelled at her, brushed her off, denying everything she believed in him. Celine, to this day, this disaster—

She will never be accepted, will she? Everyone turned against her—confused on who she is, disgusted on what she is, afraid of her.

"Rumi!"

You call, tears blurring your vision as you firmly grip her shoulders. "Please. Your patterns don't make you who you are. I—"

Rumi watches as you let go of your hold on her, turning instead to clutch your aching head. She watches you tremble, watches you cry as the voices take over your mind.

She watches.

"Rumi," you gasp, trying so hard to ignore his voice. "Rumi. Help. Stop, stop it, stop it, stop it! Rumi!"

Rumi watches with quiet satisfaction. You need her. You're not pushing her away—you call her name—despite everything, you tried to comfort her—

A few moments of silence from her, a few moments of sobbing from you. Eventually, she kneels beside you, leveling with your glassy eyes, and offers a weak smile.

"Thank you," she mutters, gently pulling your forehead to her lips. "I'll make it right. I will."

With those final words, Rumi watches as you finally give in to Gwi-Ma's voice and stand to follow him.

She watches as you walk to the stadium.

She trails behind, everything and anything raging through her mind.

— 🔥

"That whole thing felt like a nightmare," you mutter, holding one side of your head.

You look up, seeing Rumi stare at you with a smile. Ever since that doomsday of an event, she's being acting different, somehow. Extra clingy, extra paranoid, extra... happy?

At least she's happy now.

She hasn't been wearing long sleeves, free enough to be wandering with her scars.

You unconsciously place a hand on her cheek, feeling the texture of her skin. She melts instantly into your touch, leaning to chase it closer.

"I'm proud of you," you smile. "Thank you for protecting us."

Rumi blinks her tears away. It's not everyday someone thanks them for doing their duty.

"I'm never abandoning you," she smiles back. "As long as you don't... abandon, me."

— #iloverumi

[darlington-v]

also, it's okay to tell someone you're scared of being honest.

in fact, if you're scared of being honest and open with people, you're probably scared for a good reason! and that is because it used to not be safe for you to do that.

as an adult, who now, ideally, has more freedom in who you choose to surround yourself with, it is your job to choose people who are going to be kind and patient with you when you need them to be.

if you've chose wrong in the past, if you think maybe you've chose wrong now, that's okay.

you will get more chances to choose. you figure out if you've chosen well by taking small steps towards trust.

so, if you're scared to be honest with someone who you WANT to trust, who you think you MAY trust, you can just start there.

you can show someone where you're at, show that you need someone who can be patient enough to reassure you that they're not going to blow up on you for setting a boundary, and you will know you've chosen well if they are capable of receiving that well.

it is okay to be scared, it's okay to be where you're at.

if anyone tells you otherwise, it just means they're not safe for you to be who you are RIGHT NOW around.

i think a lot of people, myself included, expect others and ourselves to just grow the fuck up and not need external validation, but if you need external validation, you need it because you didn't get enough from your caregivers to turn into a source of internal validation.

so you are going to need patience with yourself, and you're going to need people who are going to be patient with you. it can be really hard to be brave when your body and brain have very little memories of people properly supporting you when you needed that support to ask for it.

like. if you grew up getting yelled at or ignored when you asked for help, then you can't just expect yourself to just do it. you need to build up to that, and you can do that by starting small.

it is also just as important to NOT be so honest with people who AREN'T SAFE to be honest around. all the good will in your heart and believing that if you are just kind is not going to make someone be the right person you need to be around, that's why you're here in the first place. if you trust someone who will only break that trust, it's just going to set you back.

so it's important to evaluate if you're being a people pleaser towards someone for a reason. are you doing it reflexively, or has this person subconsciously or overtly given you good reason to not speak up for yourself? you have to evaluate that, evaluate if someone is genuinely deserving of your trust. if they're not, hit the bricks or put space between the two of you (if that is something you can do at the time.)

You're not actually a better friend for not articulating and respecting your own needs, limits and boundaries. Your lack of communication and boundaries is not some impressive sacrifice. You're not doing anyone any favors by acting like you're okay with things you aren't okay with. You're just building burnout and resentment that will eventually damage the relationship in question. And when you eventually snap and walk away because you silently overburdened yourself to be a "good friend", it won't be the other persons fault

[saetiate]

call it what it is. (or, the five times sae and you are "just friends". and the one time it stops being possible to deny what this really is.)

itoshi sae x f!reader fluff. friends to lovers, first kiss, how love happens, reader goes by she/her pronouns and has some personality (sorry, i couldn't get around it bc of The Plot but i kept it as minimal as possible). personality mentions are as follows: career-focused, likes sweet things, drinks alcohol sometimes, little regard for self care especially when busy, doesn't like to be touched by people they don't know, is alone often. word count: 2.3k author's note: you both have a whole dinner date, go to events together, take care of each other, and then get surprised when people think you're dating??? okay so the sound of fireworks are less obvious than whatever yall have going on

Bitterness churns at the back of your throat. Is it from the roasted beans of the coffee you've been slamming into your system for the last few days, or from the lack of sleep?

Not that it matters. You've worked OT, both your team and your clients are unhappy, and according to your Excel worksheet, you're on your 85th job application. So really, it doesn't get worse than —

The doorbell rings.

Who the actual —

You breathe out the biggest sigh at the pretty face standing before you. It's definitely the lack of sleep, isn't it? Either you really should've checked the peephole and put on something a little more flattering, or he's a hallucination.

Let's hope it's the latter. You move to close the door, and his hand reaches out lightning-quick, holding it still. In a spark of annoying rebellion, you press all of your body weight against the door, and it doesn't budge an inch.

Right. Athletes and their stupid, stupid strength.

"You didn't answer my calls."

They say sighing is a necessary part of your lungs, that one of the struggles of artificial lungs was getting them to sigh. You wonder if it meant this many times in a day. "Sae, I'm busy. Wait, I didn't answer your calls? You don't answer my texts 90% of the time."

Then he's in your entryway, because of course you can't argue where your neighbors can hear, that's rude. But then he's in your kitchen, washing his hands, opening your fridge.

"There's nothing in here. When's the last time you took a shower?"

"You come here just to insult me?"

A towel hits your face with an oof before it falls into your arms.

"Sae," you try again, as the towel slides down your cheek, "You can't just barge in here and —"

20 minutes later, there's two steaming bowls of katsu curry rice on your now-clean desk. Sae opens up the little ziplock of togarashi, leans it against your bento box with more care than you'd expect.

"Itakadimasu."

~

It's the strangest thing, walking into your place only for someone to already be in there. How the noise cuts through, something unbelonging but welcomed.

"You know, giving you the key wasn't so you could just walk in here whenever you want. It was for emergencies only."

The only answer you get is the smell of onions being caramelized, crackled sparks of savory in the air.

"I answered your call," you continue, undressing behind a half-open door. "So this can't be an emergency. And you have a much nicer place than this."

Sae barely glances at you as your head peeks into the kitchen. "You could stay there."

"What, with you? Like we're roommates? Nah, you'd see what a mess I am."

"I'm already seeing it."

A spatula waves in little circles around the pan,

What are you doing here, Sae?

Like he's already braced for the question, the refrigerator light beacons out into the descending night. Your favorite wine passes from his hand to yours.

"Got gifted it," he responds before you can even ask. You could've caught him looking at you, but the gold label glints with stars in your eyes.

"How'd you get gifted icewine? You've never talked about it in an interview."

He doesn't tell you he asked his manager for recommendations, that he knows they let it slip to someone looking for a brand deal with him. Instead, he watches as you struggle to pop the cork open, the xylophone clink of ice into twin wine glasses.

"So you do like sweet things," you comment as the nectared drink meets your tongue with a smile. There's a reverence to it: how he watches you chop the vegetables before sliding them into the pan, how the last remnants of today's sunlight filter through the window and past your hair.

Sweet things. He supposes he does like something like that.

~

"This event, is it a big deal?"

He vaguely hears a ruffle of clothing behind the half-shut bathroom door, lightstream swept across the floor. He offered you what he knows his teammates get their wives for these events — stylist, makeup artists — but he watched you stand in his bathroom layering on eyeshadow for yourself anyways.

I don't trust anyone else to touch me. A simple statement made stark.

"Sorry, Sae. Could you help zip me up please?"

Maybe it's that implication, that hidden trust you place in him, that makes his exhale a little shaky as one of his hands wraps around your waist to hold the dress down, the other carefully pulling up metal piece up.

You've often thought athletes would naturally be aggressive. You've seen Sae make a fast pass across the entire field without breaking a sweat. But when his hands are on you, they're always light. You think of the falling of snow, its soft and silent touch that comes unexpected, the easy descent it makes before it melts into the ground.

Love is a little like that, maybe.

~

It's a common feeling, to feel as if you're completely alone in this world. Easy to get into your own head, to see only yourself within four walls again and again and forget that there is a whole world outside. It's logical, well-researched, known. It's because of that that you can factor out the feelings when it hits you.

The four walls has never felt as striking as now, coughing into the hollow quiet. The morbid thought strikes that if you died here, no one would know. They'd find your body days later, after the smell starts to waft out.

But you chose this. To move and to fight and to create a life worth living. You, with your ambitions and heavy heart and endless survival faith that makes you somehow believe you can still make it. Sometimes you have to force a door close before wrenching another one open with nothing but your bare hands. Sometimes you have to swallow all your pride and roll up your sleeves and pray to no higher gods you worship that the decision you made is worth it.

You think you hear something click as your mind fogs back and forth into sleep. You hope whoever's burgling you will at least leave you alone and only take what they need. You hear your name, and then a shuffle, and god this is really the worst time to have a stalker.

The back of a hand over your forehead is cool to the touch, the night's breeze still pressed between the molecules.

"You're sick."

Thank you, intruder, for pointing out the obvious is what you want to say. But instead, your head lulls heavily to the side. "I just need to rest for a bit."

"You need a hospital."

"I'm fine. I'm just- being dramatic. But I'm fine."

Your world tips on its axis, warmth blooming into your side. He lifts you into his arms soundlessly. You almost envy how effortless it is for him; the weight you carry is so heavy when you're carrying it yourself.

It's only halfway towards his car that you find yourself processing, finally speaking, "Thank you, Sae."

There's a sharp intake of breath from him, the hard line of his body protecting you from the night's chilled-sweet air. His heartbeat against your ear is as steady as the shore, the way it waits for the kiss of the tide.

"Just call me next time."

~

Sae's not sure how he feels about this.

It's his first time being late when he's meant to be taking you to this event. He moves fast through the crowd, searches with keen eyes. Chandeliers flicker and crystal-light dances —

Only to find you propped up against the wall, Rin leaning down close.

Sae might be less confused if Rin didn't look — for what might be the first time at an event ever — like he actually wanted to be there. He's listening to you with all his attention, has no problem being in your space.

Sae only approaches once you've been whisked away by Bachira.

"Why were you talking to her?"

Rin whips around, and instead of looking guilty, he's in wide-eyed shock, and then narrow-eyed annoyance. "Ha? She's your girlfriend, isn't she?"

Sae blinks. Did he say that? He would've remembered, wouldn't he?

"You good-for-nothing older brother," Rin's voice is a grunt, nothing like the sweetness he gave you. "You didn't even introduce me. I had to fucking find out through Isagi."

"How does Isagi know?"

"Oliver."

"How does Oliver know?"

Rin gives him an begrudged, deadpan look. "He's your teammate?"

That explains nothing. Actually, Sae is even more confused. He has about a dozen more questions.

"She's nice." Rin mumbles low, playing with the stem of his wine glass, watches as it almost tips before swooping it back up.

"You like her?"

"I think she's nice." Rin grits, and Sae really doesn't know how Rin gets away with faux passes on the field when his reactions are this obvious, because he watches how his eyes grow with realization as another thought passes through his brain. "You don't like her?"

"I like her." Sae accepts quickly.

"Ha??? Then what are you asking me for?!"

~

If Sae's being honest, he knows he has more than enough. He wonders what this thing is that he's had since he was born, never satiated even as he reaches the top. He thinks about how Bachira describes his 'monster', a childlike wonder, whether this is his own version of something like that.

But even the blackhole-depths of his greed doesn't anticipate wanting you. Like remembering the sea upon the drink of an oyster. A second breath, heart soaked with knowing.

What am I doing, sleeping in his bed? The night grows darker with every step, so the invite was innocuous enough. You sink into the mattress and the blanket of night muffles the fear, the thought that love is never so easy. There will be complications and contracts —

You turn to him and all the braveheart strength seeps out of you. Maybe you can put it down here, just for a moment.

He looks at you love-first, in a thousand colors, something he can't find with anyone else. He brushes the hair from your face so delicately, you find yourself stuck between watching his relaxed expression and fluttering your eyes shut to absorb the feeling. The back of his fingers caress your cheek, a butterfly's wing.

"Are you happy? Satisfied?"

Sae is not abstract. It's a vague but concrete question. You understand him at first glance.

"Not yet," you exhale honestly. "I have more to do. I'm gonna get there."

I'm gonna be the person I want to be. And by that time, I'll also be —

I'll also be the kind of girl you'd consider worth dating.

"Just wanna be worth it," you smile weakly instead.

He looks at you with a tenderness that feels dangerous. You think of a bird's first flight, the swoop of the fall. The crackle of a flame before it eats the firewood.

"People are worth something the moment they're born," he recites with no inflections.

"I know that."

"You're the one who said that." It's not accusatory, it's a reminder: your own truth, a perception of love you've been made the exception of. It's too heavy with degradation for him to feel comfortable focusing on, so instead he asks something he knows.

"If you had everything you want now, would it be enough?"

You sit up, his eyes following you. Your body heat no longer pressed against his feels like a loss, something he's sure to correct.

"No. You know that's not how it works." You should know, better than anyone.

He does know. That greed is a bottomless abyss, ambition an infinite sky. There is no amount of good enough that could ever make it all feel worth it.

His hand circles around your wrist, pulls you in on top of him until you're chest to chest.

Love is not your right. Shattered somethings cradle your heart. Trees can grow around items. You wonder if your heart is the same — muscle grown strong around fractured glass, a whisper of a cutting edge with every beat.

If you're always going to want more, be better, go further —

Could you have a little something in the now?

He's so close to you now that it fills your mind completely. He's not naked but he feels so bare under you, your hands framing his cheeks, soft skin brushing against your fingertips. One of his hands skates up your back, the other slides up your jaw, cups the back of your neck.

You wonder when you started letting him touch you like that.

He treats you so gently, so unlike the overwhelming emotion that crashes into you. Both lightweight and heavy, you feel swept under, you just want to anchor onto something —

His lips touch yours and everything falls into place.

~

"How'd you know about her?"

Oliver could make it easy for him. He won't, because getting a reaction out of Sae is much more fun. Instead, he tries and fails to feign ignorance. "Who?"

"My girlfriend."

Oliver leans his head back against the wall, a playful smile over his face. "So she is your girlfriend. Loyal too."

Sae narrows his eyes.

"Relax. I just talked to her at one of those events you brought her to."

"You talked to her?"

Oliver gets the sense that Sae is trying to make it sound like a normal question, but all it sounds is exactly how annoyed he feels.

"She just said she's waiting for you."

notes: unbelonging is not a word, i used it anyways on purpose to strengthen the idea of something not belonging. nectared and lightstream are also not real words, but i like them. twin wine glasses is kind of a reference to twin flames, though i do think you and sae are actually soulmates. i wonder if people can be both. "the weight you carry is so heavy when you're carrying it yourself" is a double meaning, not just your body weight but everything else you carry too.

call it what it is: / a love created, hand-sculpted to fit. / a silent reprieve, / to be seen, / constellations bursting at the seams. / unfounded heart, / a tepid start,/ an easy, soft-sweet thing. / say what this really is. / place it on the justice scales of the abyss. / what you're meant to be / versus what you choose / you can decide you have a right to this.

[k-germsworld]

Step Mom & Her Best Friend I

Yuju x M! Reader

3.7k words

I have lived with my mother since I was young. My parents divorced when I was young, so I have almost no impression of my father. Although my mother would take me to meet my father regularly, I did not have any deep impression of him. But in my impression, they always had a good chat every time we met, and they didn't seem like a couple who divorced because of incompatibility. He was also very good to me, and it didn't seem like they divorced because of my birth. This question has been hidden in my heart. Not long after, we received news that my father had remarried. And because of my father's remarriage, I gradually forgot about the question. I lived with my mom the whole time and didn't see my dad again until I was an adult. After I became an adult, my mother became ill due to working non-stop for many years and raising me alone. My mother passed away due to that illness. My uncle helped me organize my mother's funeral. At the funeral, I saw a familiar face after a long time. My father attended my mother's funeral after knowing that she had passed away. He was criticized by my uncle and grandmother because he brought his new wife with him. He ignored the criticism and bowed to my mother. Afterwards, he came to me and told me that he could take over my mother's responsibility and continue to raise me. Although I was a little resistant, he was my only relative, so I agreed to him. 

After I arranged my mother's funeral, I moved into my father's house.  On the first day I moved in, my father and his new wife came to greet me. She even helped me carry some light luggage. They introduced me to the house and told me which room I was in. There were about four rooms in the house, one was where I slept, one was where my father and his new wife slept, and another was rented to someone, and the other was a study. Although my father kept asking me to call his new wife "Mom", I always refused. When his wife heard it, she quickly stopped my father. "If you don't want to call me Mom, it's okay. You can call me Sowon." She winked at me while saying that. She was very different from my impression of stepmothers. My impression of stepmothers was that they were mean and calculating, but she was very different, she was so gentle and had a good figure. Her wink made my heart beat very fast. I have been living here for almost a month. During this month, Sowon has been cooking for us herself. Sometimes she even asks me what I want to eat, treating me like her own son. Although she is not my biological mother, we get along more and more like a family, although I still don't call her mother. One day, when everyone was out, I was alone in the living room watching TV. By chance, the door of the house opened, and I thought it was Sowon who came back, but when I looked closely, I found that it was someone I didn't know. She introduced herself and I introduced myself. It turned out that she was the tenant named Yuju. She was also Sowon’s best friend. For some reason, Sowon asked my father to rent a room to her. 

As expected, all the friends of beautiful women are beautiful women. Yuju is as pretty as Sowon, and she also has a pair of long legs. Although her figure is not as hot as Sowon, she also has a curvy figure. After we introduced ourselves to each other, she quickly pushed the luggage back to the room. When she got ready, it was already time for dinner. During dinner, Sowon and Yuju were both chatting. This also made me realize why I didn't know about her existence for a month. It turned out that she happened to be traveling this month. Although the dinner was very happy, I saw that my father was only focused on eating and I vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong. After dinner, Dad went back to his room without saying a word. I didn't think too much about it, I just thought he was tired so he went back to his room to rest. Then, I stayed in the living room and chatted with Sowon and Yuju. During the conversation I learned how they met and the crazy things they did together. "Then, why will my dad rent a room to Yuju?" I am very curious about this matter. ”This is because......."  “Cough…. Cough…..” Just when Yuju was about to speak out, Sowon suddenly stopped her. Yuju's expression suddenly went from excited to a bit awkward . “Cough. "It's because I work nearby. Then I talked to Sowon and wanted to find a house nearby. In the end, she asked your father to rent this room to me." I nodded to show that I understood, but I felt like they were still hiding something from me. “Then…” "It's getting late. Everyone has to go to work tomorrow, so go back to your rooms and get some rest. That's all we have to talk about today." When I wanted to continue chatting, Sowon told everyone to go back to their rooms. After hearing her instructions, we had no choice but to do as she said and go back to our room. 

Since that day, none of us has mentioned that day. But I noticed that although Yuju works nearby, I don't seem to have seen her go out to work very often. Until one night, I woke up from my sleep and planned to go to the bathroom. I opened my own door and saw that the study room was leaving ajar and the light was on, so I went over to look. I saw Sowon fall asleep on the desk in the middle of the night. Just when I wanted to wake her up and ask her to go back to her room, I heard a sound coming from the master bedroom. So I went to check again. Even though the door was closed, I could still hear what was going on in the room. I could vaguely hear the voices of my dad and Yuju. "Fuck.... Yuju. You are so great at sucking my dick."  the man said. "Your cock is the best cock I have ever tasted." the woman said. “Let me cum in your slutty mouth.“ the man continued. “As you wish.” the woman said. I was very shocked to hear these conversations. I didn't expect that after my father remarried, he would still cheat on his wife and the woman would be a good friend of his new wife. After hearing no more movement inside, I quickly returned to my room to avoid being discovered. After learning this, I couldn't sleep all night. My mind was full of what I had just heard, and I was also wondering if my mom's divorce from my dad was also due to cheating. Soon, morning came. I hadn't slept well the whole night. After a quick wash, I went to the living room and found Sowon preparing my breakfast while my father was eating his breakfast at the dining table. It makes me feel a little sick to see him sitting here eating the breakfast his wife prepared for him as if nothing happened yesterday. After he finished eating, he went to work. I continued to sit at the table and continue eating. Looking at Sowon who was busy, I couldn't help but want to tell her what happened last night. Just when I was about to say something, Yuju appeared. She was still able to talk to Sowon with a smile, which made me feel speechless. I swallowed the words I was about to say and continued my breakfast.

At night, I resisted the urge to sleep and got up from the bed again. When I stepped out of my room, I found that the light in the study was on and Sowon was still sleeping on the desk. What was even more exaggerated this time was that the door of the master bedroom was left ajar. I looked along that doorway and saw Yuju was completely naked and riding my dad's cock in reverse cowgirl position. Her riding skills made my dad moan continuously, and she also moaned frequently because of the constant thrusting of the cock. My father's hands kept wandering around her waist, touching her breasts and playing with her nipples. These actions made Yuju very excited and made her talk obscenely. "Cum inside me faster, I want your cum to fill me up." “As you wish, slut.” He smirks and then grabs her waist and pumps quickly until he cum inside of her. "Oh... you shot so much inside me. It's so hot and feels so good.” After that, she lay on my dad. But my dad didn't seem to enjoy it enough, he continued to play with her breasts with his hands, and kept sucking and kissing her ears. As Yuju continued to be teased, he also got hard. He laid Yuju on the bed and raised her ass high, and then put his dick in her cunt. My dad was fucking Yuju in doggy style. Then, he grabbed her hair to make her body arch and spanked her repeatedly. "Yes, keep spanking me like that. I love it when you spank me and fuck me like that. Please keep fucking me like that until you cum in my wet pussy." He didn't respond but his movements became more and more intense, which made Yuju more excited. Then, my father cum in her again. When he pulled out his dick, a lot of semen flowed out of her pussy, and he was very satisfied watching the semen flow out. Yuju took his dick into her mouth and sucked all the semen left on it into her mouth. These scenes were very exciting to me and I couldn't help but get an erection. After watching this, I had to go back to the room quickly to avoid being discovered by my father and Yuju.

The next day, I walked slowly towards the living room with sleepy eyes. When I looked towards the kitchen, I saw a figure working hard to prepare food. Her figure was familiar but not the usual figure. "You're already awake?" Just as I was about to speak, she spoke. The owner of the voice was Yuju. She turned around to face me, and I realized that she was only wearing an apron and had no clothes underneath. "You're only wearing an apron and you're naked underneath? What on earth do you want to do?" I was so shocked to see her wearing only an apron in the house.  "What? Are you shy? You were so excited to see me naked last night, but now you're shy?" Yuju questioned me. I was very surprised when I heard that because she knew that I had been peeking at them outside the door yesterday. Just as I was trying to find a reason to explain, she came closer. "How? Did you like the scene last night? I didn't close the door on purpose just for you to watch. Was it nice?”  She whispered to me. “Yes….. NO!!!!” Although it was really exciting for me, my logic told me that I needed to refute her. "Why did you do that with my dad, and he's your best friend's husband! Sowon didn't rent this room to you to make you betray her. She's so good to you, why would you betray her?" I asked all my questions.  Yuju shook her head and replied, "There are some things you don't need to know so much. Now you just need to do one thing." I looked at her in confusion. “What is that?” "Fuck me here!!” She smirks. “WHAT !!!!” I am too shocked to hear this. "Yes, fuck me here. I let you watch me and your father having sex on purpose last night so that you can fuck me here without any scruples today." It turns out that everything that happened last night was designed by her. “Why ?” I can't figure out why she would do this. "No reason, I just want to know whether an experienced cock is stronger or a young cock is stronger." She spoke to me in a joking tone. 

When she saw me standing there in a daze, she squatted down impatiently, unzipped my pants, and put my dick directly into her mouth. She took my entire length into her mouth until it reached her throat and then spit it out. When she pulled it out, her saliva was all over my cock and there was saliva in the corners of her mouth. After that, she was still not satisfied. She put my cock in her mouth again. This time she sucked and licked every part of my cock carefully. "Fuck, her mouth is so warm." I said to myself as I stood there in a daze. This was the first time in my life that a girl gave me a blowjob. It felt so good and exciting. Her blowjob feels completely different from masturbating myself, and her blowjob is better than my own masturbation. Since it was my first time, I was about to cum. While Yuju was still immersed in giving me a blowjob, I subconsciously pressed her head and shot all my thick semen into her mouth. When my semen shot into her mouth, she did not struggle but enjoyed accepting all my semen. "What a damn relief." I said with relief after my first ejaculation. ”Fuck, you cum a lot and taste so good." Yuju praised my taste after eating my cum. When I heard her voice, I remembered that it was she who was giving me a blowjob instead of me jerking off. "You cum so fast, is it your first time?" She asked me and her hand continued to stroke my cock. I nodded. "It's okay, now I'm going to let you try something better than a blowjob." She whispered to me. 

After that, she kissed me. Her lips were so soft, and so was her tongue. Even though her mouth still had the taste of cum, it didn't stop me from enjoying how soft and sweet her lips were. She saw that my hands were just not moving, so she grabbed my hands and guided them around her body. Driven by lust, my hands began to wander over Yuju's body. I even reached inside her apron just to feel her breasts more thoroughly. "It seems like you like my body very much? Do you want to see more?" Yuju stopped kissing and asked me. "Yes, I want to see more, I want to see you naked in front of me." I said eagerly and walked forward to taste her lips again. As I moved closer to her and tried to continue the kiss, she stopped me. She pushed me away and raised her eyebrow at me. Just as she reached behind her back to untie the knot of her apron, she stopped. "Your dad would not let me untie this knot myself, he would untie it himself and taste my body. If you are so eager to see me naked, then..." She didn't finish her words and turned around with the knot of her apron facing me. I knew what she meant, so I moved closer to her and untied the knot on her apron. The untied apron fell to the ground. After untying the apron, Yuju turned around and faced me. I admired her body carefully. Her naked body was sexier than I thought. The slender legs, hot body, and seductive face all made me crazy. Although her breasts were not that big, they were enough for me. She hooked her finger at me and motioned me to come over. I walked over and pressed her on the table and started to taste her body. Her body seemed to have aphrodisiacs that made me more and more excited the more I tasted it. And my hand unconsciously went into her vagina. Her vagina was already very wet so it was easy to put my fingers in and out of her vagina. Under my attack, Yuju only moaned slightly. Since this was my first time to taste a girl's body, and I was very excited, I accidentally ejaculated on her legs. Yuju felt a stream of hot semen on her legs and asked me to stop. "It seems that your father is stronger. You ejaculated twice in a short time. It seems that I overestimated you. You ejaculated just by tasting my body, so if you insert it, wouldn't you ejaculate faster? Your father can make me ejaculate many times before ejaculating semen inside, and you?" Yuju mocked me. I could only stand and be mocked by her, but my cock became hard again after listening to her insults. Seeing that I didn't answer, she continued: "It seems that I can only ask your dad to solve my needs. You can continue to watch me and your dad have sex while you masturbate outside the door." 

Thinking of that scene made me harder and harder. Just as she was about to leave and go back to her room, I pulled her back and pressed her down on the dining table. Without saying anything I immediately thrust my hard cock into her wet cunt. The moment I thrusted it in she moaned loudly. I ignored her and continued pounding her hard. "Fuck, you're so rough. Didn't your dad teach you to be gentle with girls?" "Shut up bitch! What my dad can do, I can do 100 times better than him." I spanked her and said. After that, I continued to pound into her vigorously. Yuju didn't seem to be in pain at all, but rather enjoyed my rough pounding. I pulled her up from the table and made her arch her body and continued to thrust, this position allowed me to push my cock deeper. With each thrust, a little bit of juice would flow out of her pussy. "That's it, fuck me as hard as you can. I'm going to cum." She leaned against me and whispered to me. Then she kissed me, and I didn't refuse but kissed her more excitedly. While kissing, she would stick her tongue into my mouth and I would suck her tongue. My hands did not stay idle but continued to play with her tits, and I never stopped thrusting. After a while, she stopped kissing and placed her hands on the dining table to support her body. “It’s time to make that final push and cum inside me.” Yuju lifted her ass and motioned me to cum inside her. Although I didn't really want to cum inside her, the desire made me think that cumming inside her would be the best thing. I grabbed her ass and started pounding her hard. Each time I thrust hard and fast, Yuju couldn't stand it anymore and started moaning loudly. "It feels so great, having sex with you is such a good thing. No wonder Dad couldn't stand it either." I couldn't stand it anymore and started moaning too. After a while, I cum inside Yuju. 

Although I cummed twice, the amount this time was a lot, so much that the semen slipped out of her pussy. She collapsed onto the dining table, and I collapsed on top of her. "Although you are still a little different from your father, the rough sex just now made me a little excited." Yuju's praise made me blush. I quickly stood up and pulled out my cock. She couldn't help but smile when she saw my hurried action. "You're so cute, do you want to fuck me one more time?" She stroked my cock and made it erect again. I didn't say no and held her face and started kissing her. As we kissed, I picked her up and walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. She now sat on my lap and enjoyed the kiss. I stopped kissing and started licking her body. Because we were sweating a lot in the last round of sex, her body was full of sweat, but it didn't affect me to lick Yuju's hot body. I licked her body sweat as if her body sweat was sweet. After that, we continued to kiss. Her saliva mixed with the sweat in my mouth made the whole taste sublime, and that taste made me taste it again and again. Yuju's hands never stopped stroking my cock, which was already hard, so she rode on it. The moment she rode on it, I moaned. "Fuck, this is even better than before." She smiled and started thrusting up and down. She was very skilled. She saw my expression of pleasure and pain. She was very skilled in getting me to the edge of cumming. So I grabbed her ass to control her speed so that I wouldn't cum too quickly. The living room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding and our moans. "Cum inside me quickly, I want more of your cum." "Oh yeah!! Yuju, just beg me if you want more cum." Although I was about to ejaculate, I still insisted on listening to her seductive begging voice. "Please cum in my slutty pussy. My pussy needs your cum." Yuju's obscene words caught me off guard and made me creampied her. I didn't expect her to be so cooperative. She lifted herself up and let her cum drip onto my cock. "How do you feel about cumming in me twice?" "It’s so fucking good, no wonder my dad loves fucking you so much." Yuju smirked and sat on my lap. "Do you still want to come for the third round? I still want your cum so much." She whispered to me and smiled at me. "Of course I'm going to fuck you so hard that your legs are so weak that you can't even go back to your room." I made bold statements. ”Let’s see who's gonna give up first.” She said. We hugged each other and kissed again. 

Just as Yuju raised her ass to signal me to fuck her in doggy style, we suddenly heard a sound. “What the fuck are you guys doing……!“ We followed the sound and found out that it was…

To be continued…….

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You know what super sweet to think about, Jason getting his first cheek kiss by someone he likes🥺 I know I said I'd submit something for Dick or Tim to break up all the Jason Todd on the dash, but ugh can you blame me?? Like maybe it's a first date or a second, and he's nervous, like she can tell even though he's hiding it pretty well. Maybe he does something sweet, hold the door open for her, pull her seat out, give her his jacket, something chivalrous that just comes naturally from being around Alfred for so long, and she thanks him with a sweet kiss to the cheek. I imagine he short circuits completely, couldn't recover in time even if he tried, and believe me, he tried. Red blush, starting from his chest all the way to his ears, eye brows shooting up involuntarily like he didn't know a cheek kiss could exist, and he's just frozen in time. You look at him and giggle, and that sound breaks him out of it, and he's just a fumbling mess the rest of the night, but secretly he's just trying to earn another one of those. Ugh, I love him your honor

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“Trivia? You're taking me to trivia?” Jason gives you a very judgey face and it makes you wrinkle your nose.

“Don't say it like that. I thought long and hard about this.” This being the first time Jason was letting you plan a date.

“So that's where the smell of smoke was from.” Jason retorts. You step slowly into his space, hands behind your back and you grin at him innocently. 

He eyes you but doesn't step away from you, if anything leans just a bit closer. It gives you ample opportunity to flick his cheek.

“Don't be mean to me,” you tell him with a pout. He grabs the hand that flickered him, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. 

“Alright, I'm sorry, okay?” You can see the sincerity in his eyes but you flounder anyway.

“Do you really not like trivia?” You ask quietly, eyes downcast. He tips your chin with his free hand to make you look up at him again.

“I like anything you plan. I didn't mean to rag on you, sweetheart. Just wasn't expecting trivia is all.” 

“It's at the library,” you start, feeling more confident and hoping to explain why you had chosen trivia for the date, “and it's specifically on classic literature.” 

You tug him down the sidewalk where you two halted for your conversation. Your jittering nerves enough to finally answer him after he asked what you had planned for the third time. 

“The library?” He asks, letting you pull him slightly. 

“Yeah, you mentioned how you spent a lot of time at the library when you were younger and how you try to support them as much as possible. I figured we could hit two birds with one stone. A date and support the library by participating in their activities.” You suck in a breath at the end of your words. 

“Anyone ever tell you you're perfect, sweetheart, cause you are.” The compliment has you flustering a little but you find relief when the library comes into view.

You pause to look at it. The buildings in Gotham never ceased to amaze you, the architecture always so detailed. Jason stands beside you as you admire the building and then offers you an elbow.

“I think we have a fun trivia night to get to.” He says and you take his arm letting him lead you this time.

“You called it fun,” you say in almost a tease.

“I never said otherwise,” he lightly chides as you climb the steps. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you roll your eyes and reach for the door but Jason beats you to it and pulls the door open. 

“Thank you, handsome,” you say as you walk through the open door. When you turn to wait for him you find a light red dusting across his cheeks and find yourself pleased with getting him to blush. 

The past three date's you had been on you had felt like a total fool. It's why you asked if you could plan the next one, for some semblance of control when it came to being around Jason. 

You check in for trivia and settle in. A small crowd, mostly families and a few couples and friends. Trivia goes by easily or as easily as being tested on old books could be. 

Jason kept looking at you and smiling. You could tell he was trying to make up for his teasing from before, telling you periodically how he was enjoying this and that it was fun. 

The trivia was set up like March madness. You would go up against one team and whoever won would move onto the next round. 

Jason was good, like really good and so were you. You had lightly studied up on classic literature beforehand. It wasn't to show off but you didn't want to look like a total idiot during the date. As the game went on the questions got harder and more specific.

You were in the second to last round. You just had to beat this one and you would be in the finals. You were actually excited, a quiet adrenaline thrumming through your veins. You had one last question in this round.

“Shakespeare wrote over 150 works in his lifetime. Which of these works ends in the death of the noble Trojan Hector?”

You find your competitors turn to each other in a panic. You don't think about it and don’t listen to the question thoroughly as you turn to Jason, “It's the Iliad, right?”

Jason blinks at you apparently startled, he already has the mark uncapped and pressed to the white board. His face turns into a grimace like he’s about to tell you some bad news.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently and makes you smile at his placating attempts, “that's not Shakespeare.”

“I know,” you nod slowly with pinched brows. He gives you a look and you turn to where they have the question posted, “Oh sorry. I wasn't listening to the first part.” you fluster. He reaches over and gives your hand a squeeze. 

“You would've been right without,” he lets go of your hand and picks the mark back up. You lean over his shoulder to watch his answer.

“I never knew Shakespeare wrote anything about the Trojan War.” you whisper into his ear and you swear Jason shudders. He turns his head to meet your eye once he’s done writing.

“It's not very popular. People find it confusing and the name is deceptive.”

“You're actually pretty positive about this, aren’t you?” you question.

“It's why you brought me.” he says with a cocky grin which makes you laugh because it's something you'd expect from a man winning a sport not classic literature trivia.

“Times up, Ladies and Gentlemen, please show us your answers.”

The other team flips the board first, Timon of Athens. Despite the written answer they still seem entirely unsure of it.

“”While Timon of Athens is a tragedy, it is not the tragedy of Troy. Unfortunately that is incorrect. And our second team?”

You give Jason a reassuring nod and he flips the board. Troilus and Cressida

“It seems we have our first contestants for the final round.” the host rambles on more information that you entirely ignore because you made it to the final round! You and Jason stand to swap out  seats with the next group. You shuffle over to the “Audience” seating and sit down suddenly aware of the tight grip you have on Jason’s hand. He doesn't complain, doesn't say anything. 

It's only once the next round starts that you can't contain your excitement anymore. You shake Jason’s hand and turn in your seat, lean up and press an excited kiss to his cheek, “We won.” you whisper, still vibrating with glee.

As you pull back, Jason turns his head slowly to stare at you. He blinks and stares and blinks again. The apples of his cheeks turn red first. It creeps up to his ears and down his neck disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Your glee shifts from excitement about winning to excitement over how fluster Jason suddenly is.

“What’s wrong, handsome? Need another victory kiss?” you swear he turns redder at your teasing.

“No, that's okay. Is it hot in here?” he mumbles and you laugh, loud enough to earn a glare from the people around you. You couldn't care less about the trivia night anymore, enamored by how Jason blushes. 

You leave Jason alone other than periodically staring at him. His blush settles mostly, though it resides on his cheeks indefinitely. He fidgets in his seat clearly no longer paying attention to the trivia game in front of you. 

You want to kiss him on the cheek again then kiss him on the mouth and sit back and watch that blush grow. You want to do it when his shirt is off so you can press kisses to his reddened neck and hopefully follow it as far down as it goes. Maybe go lower to see if the red would follow.

You blink at the poking at your shoulder, a woman behind you gesturing to the trivia contest. It was time for the final round. Apparently, neither you or Jason were paying attention because you have to tug him out of his seat to get him to come along.

You settle in your seat, markers at the ready. The host explains that there will only be one question this round and that was it. You glance at Jason, cheeks still red and you're not entirely sure he’s even listening which would have bothered you if you even cared about the trivia game anymore.

“The final round, the winner takes it all, all being this small trophy we found on Amazon and this bag of candy.” The host presents the prize and a ripple of laughter moves through the group with a small child yelling out, “there was candy!?”

“Are you ready contestants?” the host asks and you nod only slightly hoping Jason will come back to the moment.

“How often does Mr Darcy call Elizabeth by her first name in Jane Austen's book Pride and Prejudice? Time starts now.”

You gingerly set the marker down. This question was so not meant for you. Jason had teased you about not having read it at least once. It wasn't a requirement at your school. 

You turn in your seat and find him still looking a little dazed and decide you're probably not going to be winning this.

“Jason,” you whisper to him and gain no reaction, “Jason!” You poke at his rib and his eyes snap to you.

“What?” You press your hand to your mouth to keep from laughing.

“I can't answer this question.”

“What question?”

“Jason,” you chide and gesture to the posted question and the time you were running out of fast.

“Oh, shit,” his brows raise in surprise and you stifle another laugh.

“Jason, there's children here.”

“Sorry,” he doesn't sound very sorry, “I don't know the answer.” 

That he does sound sorry about. You give him what you hope is a calm smile.

“That's okay. Take your best guess.” 

“But we're so close, sweetheart.” He insists even though there's nothing he can do.

“I know, handsome but we're out of time,” you gesture back to the clock now in seconds. He hurries with the marker and writes down his answer, once.

“I think it's when he proposed, but there may have been another time.I can't remember.” He leans to whisper to you, cheeks a slightly redder than before.

“And our answers are once and twice. I'm so sorry but the answer is twice!” The little girl on the competing team bounces out of her mom's lap and nearly dives at the host for the candy. 

You finally let out your ill contained laughter, hand grabbing Jason’s and intertwining your fingers. Partially so he won't think you're mad about the loss, mostly because you're about to kiss his cheek again and you're definitely going to make him stay there so you can watch him turn red again.

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PROFESSOR DONALDSON

♡ pairing: married professor!art x student!reader

♡ summary: art has a thing for one of his students and when he confides to his best friend about it, he sees her at the same bar.

♡ warnings / tags: smut, age gap (30s, early 20s), thigh riding, cheating, patrick being a wingman. MDNI! wc: 1.4k

♡ author's note: this has been in my drafts since april… sorry 😔

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art knew that every part of his attraction towards you was wrong— not only was he a married man with a daughter, over ten years your senior, but the worst part was that he was your professor.

but every time you walked into the room, it was as if his eyes were pulled to you by a magnetic force; the way your smile showed off the dimples that looked hand-carved to your cheeks, how it seemed that the sun always seemed to find your eyes and make specifically them brighter than anything else in the room, your hand raising to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, showing the same pair of pearl earrings you wore every day. it was like everything was slow-motion when you walked into the room, like the melodic sound of your laughter tuned out every other noise.

not only that, but you were one of his brightest students; always writing down notes, a serene smile on your face as your eyes flickered from him to your notebook - he doesn't think you've ever even yawned during one of his lessons. sometimes, after class was over, you'd walk up to his desk, art's eyes widening as you cocked your head to the side with a genuine smile on your lips, and even though his ears started buzzing the moment you said something to him, he could read your lips enough to know you were complimenting his class, art offering a shy chuckle and a shake of his head with a quiet thanks.

at this point, though, art was just ready to admit defeat; he knew that it was wrong for him to have such thoughts about you, such feelings towards you, but he couldn't help it. so as long as he didn't do anything about it, he'd be fine. he was a grown man, he had self-control.

"so." patrick clapped his hands on the hardwood counter of the bar as he settled down next to art, ordering the same thing as his blonde friend had gotten, whiskey on the rocks. "what did you call me here for? doubt it's to party." he said, taking a sip of his drink, "tell uncle patrick."

art took off his glasses, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his thumb and index finger, placing the lenses down on the counter, and downing his whiskey in one large swig, tapping the edge of the glass to signify he wanted a refill, letting out an exasperated sigh, all the while patrick looked at his friend with widened eyes.

"what do i do..." art mussed up his hair, his lips pursed, "if i'm... attracted to someone i really shouldn't be?" patrick turned to look at art with narrowed eyes, letting out a soft chuckle; he saw the guilty in art's eyes, and immediately knew. "you have a crush on one of your students, don't you?"

art's eyes nearly bulged out of his eyes as he looked around, as if someone had told his deepest, darkest, secret to patrick; but the man simply chuckled, "dude, it's fine to have crushes on your students, just as long as you don't act on them."

but art couldn't hear a single word patrick was saying; because as soon as you spotted art, you smiled, lifting your hand up, waving at the man; and before he could pretend that he didn't see you, you had started walking over. "shit." he mumbled under his breath, catching patrick's attention. "what?" "that's her." "your little cr- YEOUCH!" art kicked patrick's foot under the table, interrupting the other man's sentence just as you got to the bar.

"i didn't expect to see you here, mr. donaldson." you chuckled softly, seeing the tight smile on art's lips. you tilted your head to the side as the man scratched the back of his head, "i could say the same." "i'm patrick." the black-haired man you'd noticed was accompanying your professor, and you turned to look at him, looking the man up and down, sizing him up with narrowed eyes, before telling him your own name. "i should go, my friends are gonna join me soon."

"ye-" "no, no. you should stay and have a drink with us while you wait for your friends." patrick grinned, stopping art's attempt from getting you to leave them. "is that alright with you, mr. donaldson?" you asked with a coy smile, the man clearing his throat, trying his best not to look at your cleavage, or how your skirt had slightly ridden up. "yes, that's fine. and, uh, you can call me art, since we're not on campus."

"alright, art." your lips curled up, and the way his name rolled out of your mouth so smoothly, the way your plump lips looked as you said it caused a twitch in his trousers as you pulled back a stool, sitting down next to art.

it was like talking to an old friend, like talking to someone art had known his entire life. one drink after another, the conversation between you two just… flowed. you didn't even notice when patrick slipped away, or even when your hand moved itself to art's thigh after a joke he'd told you had made you nearly keel over in laughter.

patrick did, though; the man was watching it all go down from a slight distance away, leaning against a jukebox, swirling around the in his glass of whiskey; a priceless grin on his face as soon as your lips connected with art's, only widening when he saw you two stumble into the women's bathroom of the shitty dive bar.

'don't shit where you eat' is what you told your friends every time they told you about some coworker they had a thing for; it was never a good idea to hook up with someone you knew you wouldn't be able to avoid. but as your professor out of all people sucked your nipple into his mouth, he might as well have sucked all the common sense out of your brain. you arched into him as art's hands slid up your skirt, his large, callouses hands gripping your thighs as you straddled his thigh.

"oh, god, mr. donaldson…" the term slipping out of your mouth without you even realizing, the man letting your nipple out of his mouth with a wet pop! as he looked up at you, your cheeks starting to feel warm with embarrassment.

but when you looked down at art, he had a small grin playing on his lips as he moved you on his thigh, the friction causing electricity to run through your veins as you felt the wet patch in your panties growing.

you rubbed art through his trousers, the man letting out a whine as he continued moving you as you ground down on his muscular thigh.

even though you were both still half-dressed, the pleasure you got just from the way art moved you on his thigh was heavenly, one of his hands squeezing the fat of your ass.

the drinks you'd had made every sensation feel so much better, every pulse of pleasure… the bathroom was filled with the sound of your mingled breaths, with your lewd moans, the pleasure in your abdomen building up and building up…

until finally it all crashed down, pleasure flooding through your entire body, your pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm crashed through your body.

that was the moment art knew that he was screwed; because as he watched you come undone on his thigh, no part of him felt guilty. only thing he could think about was how beautiful you looked in that moment, and how he was the one to make you feel that way.

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[slashire]

private sessions

Summary: it's late at night, and you are waiting for Erik in the alley behind his work to see him...or maybe you have other reasons why you're there. He doesn't complain anyways when he gets you to himself.

Erik Campbell x fem!reader

Notes / Warning: 18+, rough makeout, oral (m and f receiving), semi public, dom!erik, cursing. That's about all.

words:2667

The alley behind the tattoo shop was narrow and dim, framed by worn red brick, with a busted neon sign flickering faintly above the service door. The sharp buzz of an air conditioner vibrated from an upper floor window, and the faint scent of rubbing alcohol and ink still lingered from inside. A busted light overhead cast a sickly yellow glow across the pavement, making the whole place look like the kind of spot people were warned to stay away from. Which is exactly why you were there. Leaning back against the wall, boot propped up behind you, arms crossed, you waited.

Then the door creaked open. Heavy boots hit pavement. A familiar silhouette stepped into view, hoodie sleeves shoved up, jaw clenched like it always was after a long night of needles and back-to-back clients.

He pulled the door closed behind him with a sharp click and turned, his head tilted slightly when he saw you, but he didn't flinch, didn't pause. Just smirked.

“You stalking me again?”

“What can't I just stand here?” you shrugged. “It's cooler back here.”

He glanced down the alley once, then back at you with that flat, unreadable gaze, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Hope you're not expecting anything romantic. I've still got ink on my hands.” 

You stepped off the wall, slow and deliberate. “Good. I didn't come for roses and soft lighting.”

Erik scoffed, rolling his shoulder. His hoodie pulled tight across his arms, inked skin, toned but lean, dusted with old bruises and fresh smudge from work.

“You always dress like this when you're trying to distract me?” he asked, voice low, eyes dragging from your boots up to the exposed skin under your cropped jacket.

“Who's distracted?” you stepped closer, until the toe of your boot touched his. “I just wanted to see what you look like after you've spent six hours putting art on strangers.”

He tilted his head slightly, gaze not leaving yours. “And?” 

You ran your tongue along your bottom lip. “You look like someone who needs to blow off steam.”

He dropped the cigarette behind him without lighting it. One step forward, then another, until your back hits the wall with a soft thud. His hands came up, not touching yet, just braced against the brick on either side of your head. 

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice lower now, breath brushing your lips. “And what exactly do you think i'm gonna do about that?”

You responded by taking the first move. You gripped the front of his hoodie and yanked him forward, mouths colliding in a kiss that was all teeth, lips, heat. He didn't hesitate, didn't waste time. His hands dropped to your hips, fingers digging in as he pulled your body flush against his. His mouth tasted like spearmint gum and cheap coffee. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip and he took the opening, tongue sliding against yours, aggressive and confident.

The sound you made earned a sharp inhale from him, and then his hands were slipping under your shirt, palms dragging up your sides, rough and hot against your skin. The metal of his rings were cold and jarring in the best way. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl softly against your mouth. He pushed you harder into the wall, thigh slotting between yours like he belonged there.

“Been thinking about this,” he uttered between kisses, lips brushing your jaw, yout neck, back to your mouth. “Every goddamn time you walk past the shop like you're not looking in on purpose.”

“And you always stare.” you whispered, breath catching when his teeth scraped your throat.

“Because you wear shit like this,” he said against your skin, hand sliding down your thigh, under the hem of your skirt. “Like you want me to grab you.” 

“I do.”

He groaned, kissing you harder this time, messier, deeper. The kind of kiss that left your lips bruised and breath ragged. The kind that wasn't a question, but a statement. You grinded against his thigh, nails digging into his shoulder through the fabric, and he laughed low in his chest, cocky and hot.

“You're trouble,” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “And I don't even care.”

“Good,” you breathed, “because I'm not stopping.”

His hand slid between your thighs again, up, over, possessive. Not tender. He kissed you again, and it was like he was claiming your mouth, his tongue dominating yours, his hand gripping your body like he wanted to leave fingerprints.

Like he wanted proof, physical evidence that he'd had you right there, pinned to cold brick with the world disappearing around the edges. And the way his fingers spread low on your hips, sliding down to grab the back of your thighs, said he didn't care if you bruised from it.

You let out a low breath when he hoisted one of your legs up, anchoring it against his hip. The movement slammed you back against the wall with more force than finesse, the edge of rough concrete biting into your spine through your clothes. You didn't flinch, you liked the bite. Liked the way he manhandled you like a problem he intended to solve with his mouth.

He ground into you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel the outline of him through tight denim. You inhaled sharply at the pressure and he caught the sound with his mouth, swallowed it in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue curling past your lips like he owned your next breath.

You barely had time to react before his hand slid up under your shirt, skin to skin now, his palm skating over your ribs, fingertips dragging just beneath your bra. His touch was rough, confident, not hesitant in the slightest.

“You're warm,” he muttered against your mouth, voice frayed. “Like fuckin’ fire under here.”

You smirked against his lips, biting his bottom one just hard enough to make him grunt. “Then touch me like you mean it, before you get burned.”

He dropped one hand to your throat, not choking, just holding, controlling, fingers resting beneath your jaw like he was testing how fast your pulse was racing for him. You felt the weight of his rings, the drag of calloused fingers, the scape of his nails as he tilted your chin up and kissed you again, slower now, the kind of kiss that stole your balance.

Your back arched slightly as his free hand pushed your shirt higher. Knuckles grazing the curve of your chest. He didn't say a word, just dragged his thumb along the edge of your bra like he was debating whether to rip it or work around it.

The heat between your bodies climbed fast, oppressive in the best way. You could feel the slight grind of his hips with every kiss, his thigh pressing tight between yours, the alley wall behind you doing nothing to cool the burn building low in your stomach.

His lips ghosted along your jaw, down your neck, stopping to suck hard just beneath your ear. You hissed and clutched the back of his hoodie tighter, dragging your nails down the back of his neck until he groaned into your skin.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice rough. “I should take you inside.”

You shoved him lightly with a grin. “And miss getting felt up in an alley like a bad decision?”

His eyes flashed, and for once, that smirk of his turned sharp. “You're worse than I thought.”

Then he pushed your leg higher on his hip and pressed into you harder, just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your thighs clench around him. His hand dragged down your body again, slipping under your skirt now, knuckled trailing up the inside of your thigh.

“You're soaked,” he muttered, half in awe, half smug. “You like this way too much.”

“So do you.” you whispered, arching into his touch.

His mouth slammed back onto yours, kiss turning frantic again, messy, open mouthed, the kind that left both of you breathless and wanting more. You could taste the heat on his tongue, the faint salt on his neck, the tobacco clinging to his skin even though he never lit the cigarette.

The alley faded. The night blurred. All you could hear was the slap of hands on skin, the soft grunt of his breathing, the drag of clothes shifting and mouths moving too fast to care. There was nothing sweet about it. It was hunger. Pressure. Lust laced with recklessness. And you were going to let him take whatever he wanted, right here, right now, until both of you were marked up and ruined for anyone else.

His fingers curled tight around your thigh, pushing the fabric of your skirt up higher with not subtly whatsoever. The concrete at your back scraped with every movement, but the sting was nothing compared to the burn between your legs as Erik pressed his hips fully into yours, letting you feel exactly what kind of effect you were having on him.

And fuck, he was hard. Very hard.

“Christ,” he muttered against your neck, biting down just enough to make you gasp. “You gonna let me keep doing this out here like a fuckin’ delinquent, or are you gonna tell me to stop?”

“Do I look like I'm telling you to stop?”

His hand slipped up, two fingers rubbing over the damp fabric of your panties, slow, testing, smug. “Not even close.”

You spread your legs wider, giving him room without needing to say a word. His knuckles dragged your underwear to the side with a practiced flick of his fingers, and he growled under his breath when he found you bare and slick beneath.

“God damn.” His voice was quiet, but sharp, hungry. “You're really soaked for me huh?”

You barely managed a nod before one thick finger slid between your folds, teasing just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to satisfy. His thumb pressed against your clit while he kissed you again, deep, greedy, like he needed your mouth to stay occupied while he worked you open.

You bit his lip this time, tugging, grinding down against his hand. “What, you tattoo people all day and don't use your hands for this?”

He chuckled, sliding a finger inside you slowly, knuckle deep. “I use ‘em for a lot more than art, babe.”

 A second finger followed with little resistance, and you let your head fall back against the wall as he curled them just right. Your hips bucked up into him, moaning softly, half lost in the feeling of his thumb circling your clit while those long, inked fingers thrust in and out with building pace. Erik watched your face while he worked you like he wanted to see the exact moment your control snapped. 

“Louder,” he muttered. “You wanna act like a tease, you better be willing to let someone hear what i'm doing to you.”

You whimpered when he thrust his fingers deeper, the heel of his palm grinding hard against your clit now. Your legs trembled, your nails scraping down the fabric of his hoodie, grabbing at the waistband of his jeans as your orgasm coiled hot and fast in your gut.

“I'm close,” you breathed, voice cracking. “Fuck, Erik-”

“Then cum,” he whispered, voice sharp against your ear. “Right here. Right now.”

You came hard around his fingers, biting your lip to keep from crying out too loud, your thighs trembling against his hips as he kept his hand moving until you were twitching and squirming. 

He pulled back slowly, slipping his fingers out and sliding them past his lips with a grin that was pure sin. He sucked them clean like he wanted to watch you squirm.

“You taste just as good as I figured,” he said, licking the corner of his mouth. Still dazed, you pushed off the wall and sank to your knees on the cold pavement without hesitation, not caring about the dirty concrete digging into your skin. Your eyes stayed locked on his, smug, as your fingers made quick work of his belt, leather sliding through the loops with a snap. The sound echoed just faintly in the alley, mixing with the faint buzz of a far off streetlamp and the pulse hammering in your ears.

His brows shot up. “Oh. That's how this is going?”

You nodded slowly, hands already on his belt. “You got yours,” you said, glancing up at him through your lashes. “Now I want mine.”

Erik didn't move, didn't say another word. He just watched you with that sharp, unreadable expression, jaw clenched, lips parted slightly, chest rising with tight control. But when you tugged his jeans down just enough to free him, already hard, thick, and flushed, he let out a breath that sounded more like a growl.

“Shit.” 

You smirked. “Still think I came out here to ‘stalk’ you?”

He chuckled low, almost breathless. “Im starting to think youre the best fuckin’ idea ive had in weeks.”

You wrapped your hand around him, firm grip, slow stroke, just to tease. He was hot in your palm, already twitching with need. You leaned in, licking up the length with one long drag of your tongue, watching his head tip back as a low groan escaped his throat.

Then you took him into your mouth, slow at first, tongue swirling, lips slick and tight. Careful around his piercing. Erik hissed a curse through his teeth, one hand instantly tangling in your hair, the other braced against the wall behind you.

“Fucking hell-”

You set a rhythm, deep, steady, wet, and he started moving with you, hips rocking forward in sharp, shallow thrusts. His grip in your hair tightens, guiding you, controlling just how deep you went, how fast you swallowed him down.

“Just like that,” he grunted, his voice rough and raw. “Fuck, you look good like this…”

You moaned around him on purpose, feeling the way it made his thighs tense. He was close already, his breathing was uneven, the curses coming faster, lower. “God.. your fuckin’ mouth,” he muttered. “Gonna make me lose it if you don't stop-”

But you didn't stop. You sucked harder, went deeper, letting your throat tighten just enough to make his knees buckle slightly. He bit down a sharp groan and slammed his palm against the wall in front of him.

“Jesus…fuck-”

With a broken sound buried in his throat, hips jerking forward, one last ragged gasp spilling from his lips, Erik came hard down your throat, holding you there, every muscle in his body tense and twitching. You swallowed every drop, slow and smooth, then pulled back with a pop of your lips, mouth swollen, chin wet, smirking like you'd just won a bet. Erik stared down at you, chest rising fast, hoodie pushed up on one side, sweat beading at his temple despite the cold.

“Goddamn,” he breathed. “Youre gonna be a fucking problem.”

You stood, fixing your skirt like nothing happened, brushing off your knees. “Only if you're lucky.”

He zipped up, still catching his breath, still trying to school the look on his face.

“Round two?” he asked, eyes scanning you head to toe like he was already undressing you again. “Or you just planning to walk off after that like a damn thief in the night?”

You arched a brow. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“If you're done working…or I should come back for a private session.”

His smile turned wicked. “Door’ll be unlocked."

[nofilterwaterfilter]

also on the voice thing, we all know kris is one of the most autism coded characters to ever exist, but i really do love everything that both routes of chapter four when taken in conjunction told us about kris, being nonverbal, and how that's not painted as a bad thing?

it's pretty common i've seen for silent protagonists to be headcanoned as nonverbal autistic, but i think this is the first time i've seen it be explicitly canon, and also have it be pretty intrinsic to the narrative?

and like no, kris isn't entirely nonverbal, they do speak occasionally. but deltarune in general, and particularly ch4, paints a very strong picture of someone who (at least when they have control over their own voice) does not use words as their primary method of communication

like you can start with quiet people piss me off, or the fact that music is such an important avenue of self expression for them (made all the worse when they're not in control). noelle in ch1 asks if kris is okay when the player asks her the same background/lore questions we can ask everyone, because kris talking this much pings immediately as wrong to her. then there's everything we know about kris as a kid, and how yeah they had a bit of a mean sense of humor, but also pranks and fucking with people was a very good way for them to get attention without having to talk at all

noelle's story of the ferris wheel if you listen to all her and susie's dialogue in dess' room sticks out to me for this, and i really do love that anecdote. noelle mentions she and kris were pushed into riding the ferris wheel together as kids, she didn't really want to be there. and kris didn't say anything the whole time, for the first half they were just looking out the window. but then they decided to jump up and down and shake the entire capsule, and that's when they turned to noelle and smiled. susie goes "is that good or bad?" in response to that story and noelle says she doesn't know, but it's one of the things that gets kris' attention! and whether you believe that they were doing it to freak noelle out or because they also thought this was dumb and wanted to make it more fun for both of them (noelle isn't sure which it was either), that is how they communicate!

and when they do use words. this is the bit that makes me most emotional - noelle in weird route describes kris' voice as deadpan and mumbly. they don't like being loud, they don't talk very often, and they really struggle with inflection. all things that are normally criticisms when directed at autistic people, they're stuff autism moms use to justify their "i know my real child is in there somewhere" bullshit. but when noelle hears it again from soulless kris for the first time since the soul stuff started, she starts crying over how much she's missed hearing them talk. the soul (as we know from a variety of susie and noelle conversations) is louder, more charismatic, more confident and articulate, and it's not kris. so all those traits that are normally things autistic people get told to be more, are explicitly condemned by the narrative

and that's what makes kris being largely nonverbal such an excellent additional dimension to their story. because everything the soul does, at least in the normal routes, pretty much aligns with how people are expected to behave? kris under our control has a great social life, has friends, is likeable, isn't weird and hard to understand. and a crueler person, the kind autistic people have to deal with far too often, would say "well it's good we gave them a voice, they're not using theirs anyway"

but that's what makes it evil! it doesn't matter if kris is the kind of autistic that everyone hates, if there are things about them that don't fit in with society but that they either can't or don't want to change. their life and their voice, as infrequently heard as it is, is still theirs. and they deserve the freedom to use it however they want to

[needtobehisprettyboy]

It's so unserious. Jinx is supposedly very upset at Isha's imprisonment, we see beforehand that it triggers her schizophrenia, yet the actual rescue feels like something out of a little kids cartoon, just a silly little family friendly comedy rescue. I like silly Jinx as much as the next person, but this was the most inappropriate time to have Jinx be silly.

Right after Silco's death, we see Jinx crying and screaming as she uses Fishbones against the council causing an explosion so violent she ended up killing a handful of councilors. When she's being sought after by Caitlyn and the rest of the Strike Team, she gets a random guy, ties him up upside down, and leaves him to suffer with the Gray, having multiple explosives in the area he's in prepared for the team. Not to mention she shot at Firelights because she was expected to protect a shipment of Shimmer (nothing she cared about deeply) and kidnapped Caitlyn after she saw how she was in the way of her and Vi's sisterhood (she was ready to have Caitlyn killed—even though Vi wanted to run away with her!!!)—hell, she scared Vi with her desensitization towards violence.

Jinx. Is. Violent.

She may have "changed" her ways (aka the writers defanged her), but, for anyone, this could've/should've easily been thrown out the window when Isha was taken.

Isha is someone Jinx cares about deeply. That surprisingly badass little girl, who is somehow more of a leader than Jinx, adores Jinx and Jinx adores her. She's like the little sister Jinx never had. Their bond is so deep that Jinx gets overwhelmed by the news of Isha being imprisoned, Sevika watching her helplessly as she freaks out.

One would think this would mean Jinx would drop the playful act to get to her practically little sister/kid back as quickly as she could.

And yet she didn't.

She had no reason to introduce herself to the enforcer much less make a funny little quip about her pants!! She should've been knocking out enforcers left and right, storming in, and taking back her beloved Isha not fucking around and waiting until literally everyone else inside the cells were gone to get Isha.

WTF?! Jinx shouldn't have cared about everyone else. Her focus should've been getting Isha! She shouldn't have had the patience to deal with annoying enforcers. Who gives a fuck about some blue bellied bastard—by the way, what on hell's earth was that first enforcer doing??? Regardless of if Jinx was the actual Jinx or not, you've got a prisoner on the loose. WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING AROUND MOCKING HER—GET HER ASS?!? I know enforcers are incompetent, but they can't be THAT incompetent, right? Just another reason why that whole rescue felt like it came from a little kids show. Ha ha bad guy goon too stupid to understand the danger they're in!! Ha ha!!

Ugh

The way they sanitized and mellowed down Jinx's aggression towards enforcers until they have her come to their fucking rescue at the end of Season 2 is so fucking lame. We went from this:

Bombings, shootings, grisly killings, guts splayed, blood everywhere. Zero remorse. To this:

Lighthearted comedy, knocking unconscious, no deaths. Middle finger teehee, nothing too dark and serious anymore. And finally to this:

Coming to their rescue as part of her ~redemption~. "Character progression" my ass. This was whitewashing and character assassination because god forbid we have a single main character who opposes enforcers and topside.

[nemisuki]

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You didn't know how you got in this position—tangled up in the webs of a grumpy blonde—becoming the fixation of your next door neighbor, who is both recognized and feared by the whole district, his reputation only ever increasing since you were mere children.

And to any newcomer, they would find the two of you to be quite an odd pairing, the personality differences quite palpable. You're not like the loud hot head; you're bubbly, more carefree, often socializing with strangers on your day to day.

The stark differences would be deal-breakers in most dynamics, at least... that's what the onlookers would think, but to anyone else that's seen the two of you grow up, they would immediately know — that you've been his ever since you two met.

"You shouldn't talk to that boy anymore!" Katsuki, age 8, shouted out towards you, accusingly pointing a finger in your direction, acting as if you just committed some sort of crime in public.

And in his mind, you did, because why in the world are you talking to someone else that isn't him?! Again?!

His brows are furrowed, glaring daggers at the way you happily smile back at him, oblivious to how his anger rises at each passing moment, "Don't worry Kacchan! I already told him I had a best friend! You!"

He hates the way his heart jolts at your words, the way you can make his anger disappear with one pretty little smile, the way you could easily read him like a book, I mean... was his jealousy really that obvious?

The boy huffs, crossing his arms and looking away with a stubborn frown, "You're always running away, didn't your mom ever teach you about stranger danger?!"

You're eventually stepping closer to him, taking the opportunity to innocently hold his hand—a small habit you've recently developed—one that makes the little boy flush bright red, halting in place as you tilt your head towards him, big curious eyes staring deep into his crimson gaze.

"She did! But I know i'm safe when you’re around!" you beam, such a bold statement exiting your mouth like it's damn air, merely giggling at the way he freezes, eyes widening, not anticipating such high praise and expectations.

His heart feels like it's gonna explode.

He quickly averts his gaze, though doesn't make a move to push you away, instead pulling you along to follow him, away from every potential distraction—aka the other kids on the swings—clearly intending to hog all your attention for himself, until you inevitably run away yet again.

"Hmph, then you should just stay next to me..." he mumbles, so faintly that it's almost incoherent, but even so, despite the rustling leaves and soft breeze, you seem to hear it — you always seem to hear him.

"Then can I be with you forever, Kacchan?!" you continue, cheerfully skipping at his side, a look of hope clouding your glossy orbs, eagerly awaiting his response.

A moment of silence passes.

"Do whatever you want, like I care!" the boy scoffs, nonetheless, gently squeezes your hand, the earlier pink tint continuing to linger on his cheeks.

Your smile immediately widens at his subtle confirmation, that you squeal in delight, clinging to his side all the way to the monkey bars, unknowingly attaching yourself to the best protector you could've ever asked for.

Because when he finds you a few days later—your tiny form nervously shrinking back from two big fourth graders—he's already acting as your shield, standing in front of you, not giving them time to mutter another single word. His crimson eyes zero in on the two boys, sizing them up and making sure you're out of harm's way.

Katsuki heard the way they were mocking you, seemingly making fun of your talkative demeanor when you approached them, and witnessing such an exchange... only made him see red. It didn't help that he could hear your soft sniffles and hiccups behind him, solely increasing his previous frustrations, after all... you never cry.

"You bastards! You'll pay for that!" he yells out, already running towards them as his palms cackle with mini explosions, not an ounce of fear as he rushes the older duo.

You and the other neighborhood kids could only watch in awe as the blonde throws punches left and right, using his fierce quirk as leverage, immediately overpowering the boys with sheer strength and will power.

And the desire to protect a certain someone.

So it didn't take long for the older duo to run away, tails between their legs, as the blonde stands tall—a bit bruised in the face but nonetheless—the overall victor of the intense beatdown. Katsuki's posse eventually rushes over, their eyes gleaming with admiration at his bravery, all while the blonde wipes away at his bloody nose.

"Wow Kacchan!"

"You fought against two big fourth graders and won!"

Despite the praise that would usually fill his ego, he pays them no mind, instead looking around the park before his gaze lands on you, who's currently being comforted by a few of your friends, some giving you hugs and even tissues for your tears.

His eye twitches at the sight.

The blonde immediately marches over, making everyone scatter away like ants after witnessing the fight, clearly intimidated by Katsuki's aggressive mood and the dangerous glint in his gaze, but much to everyone's shock, he helps you to your feet, gently wiping away at your remaining tears.

"Tch, you idiot... I told ya' to stop approaching random people, not everyone is as damn cheerful as you!" he scolds, in an unfamiliar tone that leaves everyone's jaw on the floor, it's loud but not hostile, softer, something more vulnerable... and only meant for you.

"Ah—! Kacchan, your cheek!" you gasp, looking at his small bruises with dramatic horror, a hint of guilt beginning to form in the pit of your stomach, after all, he only got involved because—

"Hmph! This is nothin'! So don't start cryin' again, ya' hear?!" the blonde scoffs, pulling you along by your wrist to somewhere private, giving you a quick once over when you're finally alone.

He hesitates, "Oi, they didn't.. touch you... right?"

His eyes darken at the mere thought of you getting hurt, giving you the confidence that he would do anything for your assured safety... as much as he'd try denying it.

"Ah— I'm okay!!" you quickly reassure him, knowing he's surviving off his last thread of patience—and not wanting to see him go off the rails of sanity—you smile up at him, already feeling more at ease, "thank you kacchan..."

He flushes bright red, averting his gaze, "don't thank me, stupid... I didn't do it for you! I just— didn't like them is all!"

You knowingly giggle, and feeling a little thankful... you wrap your arms around him, giving the boy an innocent hug in response, making Katsuki awkwardly freeze, unsure of what to do, "H-Hey! People are gonna see, let go!" he exclaims, his cheeks nearly matching the color of his ruby irises.

"It's okay now! I know I'm safe when you're around!" you cheer.

Katsuki pauses.

It's those words again. The everlasting trust you have in him to keep you safe, protected, but most of all, loved... he just can't let you go.

So he'll let you get close, let you chatter to the sea of people that you want to call 'friends'—good or bad—because he'll be here, watching over you, protecting you, loving you.

He stands there, allowing you to hug him for a few moments longer, resigning to awkwardly patting your head.

"Yeah whatever.... just stay next to me, dummy..."

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[itoshiabi]

Stain

Summary: You, a clumsy tourist, spill coffee on a stranger—only to learn he's Sae Itoshi. What starts as an accident, leaves behind more than a stain… something neither of you can wash off.

The café is quiet — just the way he likes it.

Sae Itoshi sits at a window booth, scrolling through match footage with one hand and sipping tea with the other. No one has bothered him yet.

That changes in less than ten seconds.

"Oh my god—!"

A crash. A splash of heat.

He flinches, just barely, as coffee spills across his chest, soaking the front of his crisp, white shirt. His brows knit together the moment it hits — not in pain, but in the immediate, simmering annoyance of someone whose day just got very complicated.

You're in front of him, horrified. Tourist. Definitely. The English is a dead giveaway.

"Shit, I didn't see you and I tripped!!!! I am so—oh god—lo siento, I mean—wait, ¿está mojado tu… camisa?"

You're fumbling napkins from the counter and trying to pat the stain off his chest before he can even speak.

He grabs your wrist — not harshly, but firmly enough to stop you.

"Don't," he says flatly, in English.

You freeze.

Your heart is hammering. His voice is sharp, smooth, and cold — and his eyes? Piercing. Pale teal and unreadable.

'I—I was just trying to clean it—"

"You're making it worse."

You pull your hand back like you touched something electric. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I was just walking, and I tripped, and—"

Sae looks you over for half a second. There's a splatter of your own drink on your sleeve. Passport poking out of your tote. Sweat at your brow. Your Spanish? Atrocious.

He already knows you have no idea who he is.

Good.

He lets out a quiet exhale and picks up a napkin himself, dabbing once at the soaked fabric.

"Is it ruined?" you ask hesitantly.

He doesn't answer right away.

You shift awkwardly, then blurt out, "How much was it?"

He finally looks at you again, mildly surprised by how direct the question was. He narrows his eyes slightly.

"You want to know how much the shirt costs?"

"I should pay you back, right?" you say, already fishing your credit card from your wallet. "So, just—name it."

A pause. Then-

"€580."

You go still.

Your jaw tugs open slightly. You blink. Then you press your lips together like you're trying very hard to stay composed.

"Right," you say. "Okay. That's… more than my flight here. But sure. Cool. Normal."

Your hand trembles slightly as you hold the card up.

He doesn't take it.

You glance at him. "What, you think I'm joking? I said I'd pay. I'm not a scammer."

He stares at you, that same distant expression on his face — but there's something else now, something subtle. Something intrigued.

"I don't need your money."

"You sure? Pretty sure I just committed fashion manslaughter."

"You think that shirt is fashion?"

You blink. "It was...... white? And expensive?"

Sae huffs once. Barely a laugh. More like air.

You sigh. "Listen, man, I really didn't mean to ruin your mood. Or your… shirt budget."

He doesn't respond. Instead, he shifts slightly in his seat and says, "Sit down."

You blink. "What?"

"You're still standing. It's annoying."

"You're serious?"

He just stares.

You hesitantly sit across from him, trying not to touch anything else. You expect the silence to be suffocating — but strangely, it isn't. He sips what's left of his tea like nothing happened.

Then your eyes catch something over his shoulder.

A man with a camera phone. Snapping a picture. And another.

Of him.

Of you with him.

You stiffen. "Hey… someone's taking pictures."

"I know," he says, not even turning.

You blink. "You know?"

"They usually do."

That gives you pause.

"Are you famous or something?"

Sae finally looks at you again, impassive. Then shrugs once. "Something like that."

You squint. "Wait. Are you in politics?"

He actually chokes on his tea a little.

You sit back, suspicious. "Or a Spanish pop star?"

"I'm not Spanish."

"Then what the hell are you?"

He stares at you, long and hard. You feel like you should shrink under that gaze — but strangely, you don't.

Finally, he says:

"I'm a footballer."

"Oh."

You blink again.

"So, like. For a club or something?"

He doesn't answer. His jaw twitches. You figure you've probably insulted his job.

You rub your forehead, flustered. "Okay, so you're mysterious and intimidating and apparently worth photographing. Great. I'm gonna be on someone's blog titled 'Foreigner girl ruins local athlete's entire fit.'"

"I'm not local either."

''…Are you just trying to be difficult now?"

He doesn't reply. You groan softly and lean back.

And yet… he still hasn't told you to leave.

Outside, Madrid wakes up slowly.

Inside, he watches you like a puzzle that he wasn't expecting to want to solve.

You, the first person in a long time who didn't flinch when he got cold.

Didn't pretend to like him just for his name.

Just a tourist.

Clumsy. Honest.

Annoying — but real.

He glances at his ruined shirt again, then back to you.

"You owe me a coffee," he says.

You blink.

"Wait. Seriously?"

"I didn't stutter.'

You huff. "Fine. One coffee. But I get to pick the table this time."

"Anywhere without you holding a drink is fine."

"Rude."

Sae doesn't smile.

But he also doesn't look away.

[dumbkiri]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

χα∂єη яισяѕση χ ƒ! мαιяι! яєα∂єя

ησтє: 16 pages long. idk if that should be a warning or something. anyways this is the last part! thank you all for reading it. if you got this far in the note...you should check out my pinned masterlist, there's a surprise waiting for you, my dedicated reader <3

ρℓσт: waiting and waiting. this is Xaden's promise to you.

ιηѕρσ ѕσηgѕ:

Don't Give Up - Ursine Vulpine, Annaca

The One I Love - Bolshiee

Down - Simon, Trella

Without You - Ursine Vulpine, Annaca

^^ HIGHLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO THESE SONGS FIRST

[NAME] 

Once the flames from the letter extinguished, you watched the ashes fly away in the evening breeze. Whisking away the threatening words of Varrish and his plans to capture and question you. You won’t become like your sisters, you won’t be chained up for years to give your enemies protection and power. 

“You know my answer, Xaden,” You wiped the ash on the tips of your fingers on your leathers. Smearing the inked letters on the dark black of your clothes reminded you that you might just fight alone if no one chooses to save the people running away right now. “I’m not running away from this fight. They expect us to die, but I won’t let it happen. As long as we have our air superiority, I can cloak us.” 

You all won’t have air superiority for long. The horde of wyvern chasing Lenin down in your vision prepares you for Violet’s fabled words. There is more than one and they are violent. 

“How many at a time without burning out?” Xaden looks at you, drinking you in because he knows this is the last of you. Probably the last conversation between the both of you and he wants to still save you. He wants more time with you and damn it all if you want the same. 

Does he always have to ask those important questions when you’re trying to convince your family to fight? You draw your eyes over to Lenin waiting to hit the skies and cloak him. It comes easily to you, cloaking your dragon. You move your eyes over to Glane right next to him and she dips her head in acknowledgement. You cloak her and she’s hidden completely in the camouflage. 

But something burns under your skin. An itch you can’t erase and you release the two dragons from the cloak. You didn't think Lenin’s size would impact your ability to cloak others. Usually you could cloak three dragons at a time. Now you can barely cloak two. 

“I can cloak two including my dragon,” You admitted with a defeated shake of your head and explained to them why you suddenly can’t cloak three at a time. “Lenin’s size takes up a lot, but I can cloak the rest of you by switching the focus.”

“And me?” Violet takes a step forward announcing her presence to everyone and questioning your ability to protect someone who is tied to Xaden. “Can you cloak Tairn while cloaking Lenin?” 

“You can barely cloak my mate and I at the same time, Dagger.” Lenin said and you can tell he is worried for you. If you tell Violet that there is no chance in hell you could do that, it would make you seem like a bad person. Especially with the Flier incident, it wouldn’t be hard to make yourself look like a bitch. 

“Tell them the truth, you cannot do it. My father is more than capable of fighting without your protection.” Lenin tells you, but you go the opposite direction. Tonight is the night your bond will break, this choice is yours to make. As will all the other choices you make in the future be for your benefit. 

Your family is going to live on. 

“Yes, I will do that if your life is in immediate danger.” The moment everyone heard your words loud and clear was the moment their thoughts rushed at you. Their waves crashed into you like a relentless tide. 

All of us were going to be in immediate danger once we take flight. 

Violet is so screwed. 

[Name] should just tell her the truth and say, no. 

She will cloak who she wants to save the most. 

Their doubtful voices echoed all around you and in turn you scoffed, standing against their tidal waves, “Wow, you guys are still doubting me.” If anything you need Violet Sorrengail to live until the end because she’s going to be your executioner. You’re going to protect her and Tairn with all you can. But no one needs to know that, just her dragon and yourself. So you point in the direction of the battle, “do you see the civilians running down there? Fathers carrying their daughters, sons leading their mothers?” 

Families that need your help. 

“They have nothing but gryphons and our dragons to evacuate them. Their life is in immediate danger. Don’t make me choose you over them, unprotected civilians over dragon riders. Now let’s move.” 

You turn your back on them and make eye contact with Lenin. He is the reason why you’re fighting. Liam is the reason why you’re fighting. You hesitate to look over your shoulder and look into Xaden’s eyes. The man you fell so hard in love with. You can feel him watching your every move, questioning you silently. 

Is this the moment she leaves me behind? 

Your shoulders tense up and you force your legs to move. He doesn’t know you can read him like he can read others. But you hope that he can feel your intention. Pray that he hears your silent answer. 

I am leaving, but I will come back. So just wait for me. 

You jog over to Lenin and mount up then without a word shared between the both of you he shoots up into the sky. His wings beat in a slow rhythm of two. Your hands brushed against his patchy scales and his warmth envelopes you the moment your cloak washes over you two. It’s not enough to keep you heated, but you’re used to the cold and he grew used to it as well. 

“The Fliers need your help securing the slowed ones.” Lenin relays and you nod your head. 

“First we need to find a high position where we are stable. There’s a cliff over there to the left. We rest there and I’ll move the cloak around. You let me know when anyone needs me.” 

“Of course,” Lenin flaps his wings and lands on the cliff. His talons dig into the ground and he straightens out his neck, keeping an eye out for his riot and your family. Quickly, you climb up his neck and settle down at the crown of his head. He is a great use for a vantage point. You can see everything, the fire dragons spew out, the venin, the citizens and the Drift. 

You cross your legs and close your eyes listening to everything around you. While Lenin listens to the Riot and the words his father relay, you hear Xaden’s voice loud and clear. He tells Sgaeyl that his shadows will work along with your cloak to protect the evacuating citizens. It’s a perfect plan. Then when you were going to dip out of his mind, you heard him talking about you. 

“Can you find them?” He asks Sgaeyl. 

She hums in response, “No. Dagger is hiding them very well. Not even his mate can find him. She’ll be fine, more than fine.” 

“Believe me, I want to trust in that as much as you trust that she’ll protect your son. But that's what scares me.” 

“You, scared?” Sgaeyl tries to make Xaden feel better. 

He doesn’t cave in to her sarcasm. Doesn’t even offer a witty comeback. Instead he remains regretful. “I’m going to lose her tonight. I can see it in her eyes. She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone. The only person she looked at was Violet.” 

“That girl questioned Dagger’s strength in front of her whole family. I would glare at her too if someone questioned me.” Sgaeyl growls and the next words that come out of her mouth only cements your resolution to save her son. 

“I have approved of Dagger ever since my Leninach chose her in Threshing. She has proven herself in challenges, on the Gauntlet, moved on to second year, got her team through RSC, continues to grow stronger and I still cannot fathom her ability to prove herself to my son. Leninach is enamoured with her and despite his change, I trust her with him more than I trust that girl with my mate. Because Dagger loves fiercely. She has a fire in her that will not burn out. She’ll do anything to save her loved ones. That includes you, Shadow.” 

That includes you, Shadow. Her last words made you question Xaden. Sure, you two had a very rough year, but does he think you don’t love him to include him in your list of people to save? You love Xaden, more than he knows and it pains you that he questions it. 

Were your heartbroken tears not enough to show him your love? 

“Dagger! Glane and her rider are in trouble!” Lenin’s shout breaks you from the conversation between Xaden and Sgaeyl. And you opened up your eyes, quickly looking for an orange dragon. You spotted her moving out of the way of a broken clock tower, her wings carrying her high into the sky. 

“Warn her!” You moved your hands over Glane, picturing a blanket covering her. Again, the itching under your skin came back and it irritated you. Instantly, the orange dragon disappeared in the background and the wyvern aiming for Imogen screeched out in annoyance. It missed its target and you called out to your friend down the new bond, “Imogen, are you alright!” 

Imogen’s fear greeted you like a smack to the face and she shouted back, “What the fuck! Did it try to grab me?” Hearing her brings relief into your system and you can feel Lenin humming in response to his conversation with Glane. 

“It did, but Glane reacted just in time. Please, pay attention to your surroundings. I have to help the rest evacuate the civilians in the mine.” You didn’t give her enough time to respond, but once Glane was in a good position you removed the cloak off of her scales and back on the civilians you were guarding. But in your moment of protecting Glane and Imogen, it allowed the venin on the floor to drain Soleil and her dragon. You blinked away your tears and closed your eyes again allowing Lenin to be the eyes you needed while you were the ears. 

After a few minutes pass, you successfully protected a lot of families and some of the Fliers in the Drift. So far no one in your group needed to be cloaked yet fate made you regret thinking like that. Because you hear Violet telling Tairn that Xaden was in trouble. But you knew he could hold his own as well as Sgaeyl. He has the power to wield shadows and- 

Lenin growled out in utter rage, his anger hitting you like a heat wave, “PUNY GIRL!” He held you down with lesser magic making you glued to the crown of his head as he shot up into the sky with no warning. 

“Violet, below you!” 

“She’s going to get him killed!” 

Xaden’s and Sgaeyl’s shout penetrate your mind making you open up your eyes to see in front of you. Blue fire from a wyvern is directed at Tairn and you watch Lenin move fast in the sky. The speed he accumulates shouldn’t be possible for a dragon his size, his father moves slower than him. Yet Lenin moves like a river down a mountain; fast as fuck. 

His moonshaped tail swings towards the wyvern who hunts down his father. The tip of it digs into the wyvern’s head with a squelch. Blood rains down to the earth and Lenin ensures the kill with a big chomp. Blood splatters onto you and Lenin, it eerily reminds you how he found you in Threshing. Bloodied and determined to live. 

“Stupid girls shouldn’t be on the battlefield.” Lenin roars out and you couldn’t help the glare you send at Violet. If she keeps putting Tairn in danger like this, you won’t know if she’ll be able to kill you. Her lightning strikes are out of control very much like her scattered mind. Then you cloak again when Lenin moves away back to the cliff. 

You help Xaden with as much as you can and suddenly you feel something creep up your fingers. You move your eyes away from him and spot a shadowy tendril as it loops around your ring finger. 

Stay.

You hear Xaden’s voice so easily tell you. You’re surprised he found you and Lenin while being cloaked. Was he searching for you this entire time? Why is he telling you to stay now? You move your eyes over to him, but Lenin’s voice eases into your head. 

“Dagger, it’s your brother!” Lenin jumps off the cliff and with two mighty beats of his wings, he’s off into the skies. “He fell off of Deigh!”

It’s starting. This can go one of ten ways and you want it to be the one where Liam and Lenin live. You steady yourself on the top of his head and your sister daggers come into play. Alani’s floats over your left and Sera’s over your right while the one you earned from Garrick rests heavily in your [dominant] hand. 

“Our priority is Deigh! Get me on his back!” You shout and Lenin roars out in agreement knowing full well that if Diegh dies, so will your brother. He passes by his father who guides his rider and Liam away from the death dance Deigh is entangled with the wyvern. 

The wyvern takes a bite at Deigh’s side, but Lenin’s roar catches its whole attention and it turns to spew blue fire at the both of you. Quickly, Lenin nods his head up and you jump with the momentum. You dive away from the stream of fire and cling onto Deigh who cries into the night with a strangle roar. 

“Go, Dagger! Do what you must! I will distract this one!” Lenin tells you and he banks right with the wyvern chasing after him. Meanwhile you pressed your hands onto Deigh’s red scales and looked at the bite marks on his side. The bleeding, you need to stop it. 

You closed your eyes and found the thread connecting Liam and Deigh. It’s beautiful, what the bond between them is like. You touch it and reach out to Deigh, cloaking yourself from Liam’s mind. 

“I’m going to stop your bleeding.” 

You opened your eyes and a trail of flames went from your hands to the wounds on Deigh’s side. Then your head felt like it was spinning out of control. Your skin started to itch. Your eyes unfocused and focused on your fiery hands. 

“Stop! You’re going to burn out!” Deigh shouts at you, but you don’t pay attention to his warning. No, you only press further and the fire burns Deigh, stopping his bleeding. You hear your brother shout at you, yet the blood rushing to your head drowns him out. 

“Fly now!” The command leaves your lips and Deigh senses the wyvern much like you did. They were coming after you and one with a staff has a cruel smirk on his face, standing on top of his wyvern. An abomination, Deigh growls and takes cover into the clouds. 

His wings carry him higher and higher into the moonlit sky. You can hear the sound of the flapping over the pounding in your head which makes you think it's a good sign. Then when you catch your breath you tell Deigh, “Liam has to jump. When he takes control, I need you to keep him seated. No matter what I say or do.” 

“What about you? You think I will be okay with-”

“You were supposed to die right there,” You stand on his back, balancing yourself with expertise. “That wyvern was supposed to take a chunk out of you, but since Lenin grabbed its attention, it didn’t bite hard enough to kill you. No, now it’s focused on my dragon, on the bond I worked hard on to keep with a loyal friend. My Cloak is fighting for his life and I plan on saving him as his Dagger. Your job is to protect my brother, Deigh. That’s all I want.” 

Deigh’s chest rumbles with resignation. He banks right then dives at a slight angle and you look up to see Tairn flying over. Your heart pounds and Liam jumps off the side of Tairn and your hands immediately find his warm ones. 

Warm. He’s warm and alive. 

“Don’t ever jump like that again!” Of course the first thing you do to tell him you love him is shout at your poor sibling. Your arms wrap around him and you can feel his heart beating through his flesh. It can bring tears to your eyes knowing you completed one of your goals tonight. 

You move away from the seat of Deigh and let Liam take the reins of his dragon. Liam shakes his head and shouts back at you, “Me? You jumped too and might I add over fire!” You want to laugh. Laugh because you did it. You saved Liam. He’s speaking to you, yelling at you. He’s on the back of his dragon. 

“I know what I’m doing, Liam!” You crouch behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. “Tell Deigh to climb a bit higher! I need all the air I can get!” 

Reach the moon, you want the sad gaze to lull you to sleep when you fall into the abyss. 

“Are you crazy? It’s hard enough to breathe already!” Liam shouts, but you sense the wyvern behind you. There’s a trio and the main one is being led by a smirking venin, power hungry and wanting to drain you. Then Deigh does as you tell because he won’t throw away the second chance you gave him and his rider. It’s not right. 

Fuck, this is the moment and you are so damned afraid. You’re leaving your family behind with nothing, but this memory of you. All they’re going to remember is how you left them. How you fought alone to save them. 

“Liam,” You began and swallowed the rock in your throat. You won’t show fear to your younger brother. He needs to see your strength. Your love for him. Liam needs to tell Sloane that you fought bravely for them. You grasped the floating dagger over your shoulder and stared at the green tint of the blade. “Give this to Sloane when she learns how to kick ass.” 

When you turned and made eye contact with Liam, he gave you wide eyes which made him look goofier with the goggles on. You couldn’t help, but laugh at his expression. It reminds you of how all of you made fun of each other when you tried on goggles for the first time. 

…

“Bodhi, just put them on!” Imogen shouted. 

He hasn’t stopped laughing at you or Imogen. 

“Hell no, you two look like mad fucking healers!” 

…

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Liam’s irritated tone reached your ears and you rolled your eyes at how dramatic he is. You grabbed his hand and shoved the dagger into his grip, “Because you look fucking stupid.” You weren’t wrong, he did look ridiculous. 

But this is your last moment with him. You don’t want to spend it on sibling squabble. 

“They’re not after you now. They want me and if that’s what they really want, I’m taking them down with me.” 

“Down with you?” Liam asks and you can see the answer flash across his mind. In denial, he shoves the dagger into your chest. “No way. We can work together!” Not happening, you saved his dragon while putting yours in danger. There is no world where you work together with anybody right now. You will not stray from the path that will save Lenin. 

“So you can give this to Sloane yourself.”

Sloane. Thinking about her brings a smile to your face. Your little sister will understand when she reads the letters. She’ll know more about you than anybody else. It’s going to be her understanding of you that will create a connection. 

You stand up and rain begins to pour. You take one step back then another. Memorizing his features. The way his eyes crinkle in sadness, the frown that forms when he calls out your name. He moves to stand, but Deigh does as you asked him to earlier. 

Liam’s begs make your heart ache. “Don’t do this! I can’t watch my sister do this! Sloane would never forgive me! Let me fight with you.” Sloane will forgive him and maybe you’re being a little selfish, but you think this is the right choice. For him to live and to tell her the hard truth of how you went out. Better him to tell her than the other way. 

Liam is stronger than you and more empathetic. He will tell her what she wants to know. You wouldn’t be able to do it. 

You glare at the venin, his attention glued onto you entirely. You tear the goggles off your eyes and toss them off to the side. You want to at least look good when you fight this bastard. 

“[Name]! There has to be another way!” 

You sighed and fist the karambit in your hand, “This is the only way.” Taking off into a sprint, you make your way down Lenin’s back- No, Deigh’s. You abandoned Lenin a long time ago it seemed. “Don’t do this!” Liam shouts and you start to miss his kind voice. You start to miss his smiles. 

When Deigh flicks his tail upward and you jump with it, you cloak yourself into the night. The venin searches for you, but it has no luck. You landed right behind him and carefully watched him look for you. It twists and it turns, then he cackles. 

“Hide all you want, little witch!” It raises its staff and aims it at Deigh, “Let’s see if this will catch your attention.” 

Reacting quickly you knock the venin down on his ass with a swing of your leg. But the rain and the wriggling of the wyvern makes you slip yourself. Yet you focus on Deigh and cloak your brother and his dragon. Then you stab your dagger into the wyvern’s back making it screech in pain. 

The venin looks in your general direction and lunges at you. His arms wrap around your neck and he pulls back making you let out a choked sound. You struggle to hold onto your spot, your dagger digging downward into the wyvern’s flesh as the venin pulls onto you. 

“Fall with me! Let’s have our dance in the sky!” The venin yells and digs a sharp blade into your side. You cry out in pain and your eyes close in uncomfort when he twists it inside you. 

When he locks one arm around your neck holding you into a tight headlock, the rain pelts your face like soft kisses and you are suddenly reminded that you should not be struggling to live. You’re going to die. The point you wanted to make was dying for the ones you love. 

Showing them that even though they forgot about you, you never forgot about them. 

You raise your [dominant] hand up, taking the dagger out of the wyvern’s flesh. At once, you and the venin holding onto you slide down the wyvern’s body easily with the rain. Your breath gets knocked out of your lungs when you officially plummet. 

Yet the Venin holds onto you tightly and the both of you spin out of your control. He cackles and takes the knife out of your side. The blood that leaves your body paints the sky with a long trail quickly being washed away by the rain that falls. 

Lightning strikes in the dark sky light up the darkness and suddenly the venin flips you so you’re looking at the earth. You can see your friends still fighting against the wyvern this one venin controls. 

“To think you have this much power and you haven’t awakened yet. Such a shame, I really looked forward to draining you. But I guess I’ll deal with what I got right now and don’t rely too heavily on your beast to save you. He has his own problems to worry about.” 

Your eyes move over to Lenin as he takes on two, three wyvern on his tail. 

Tairn! The time is now! 

You shout in the connection the Riot shares together by accident only wanting to reach the black dragon. Multiple voices come back from Sgaeyl, Deigh, Glane, Cuir, and Chradh. They question what you mean, but Tairn silences them with a growl. 

She’s not ready. 

He replies to you and only you, making the connection between you and him a bit brighter than the Riot’s. You close your eyes and find it blinking in the darkness. Grabbing onto it, you open your eyes and tell him, “Tairn, you have to get as many dragons to fight the wyvern off for him. Show Violet how badly Lenin is fighting to get to me and that only she can save him by killing this venin. Everyone knows at this point the only way to kill them is to kill their riders.” 

Tairn’s only response to you is to end the connection. The light turns off and you clench your teeth in bitter anger. Then you focus on the venin who is still monologuing. Like he knows he has the upper hand while the both of you free fall. 

“I’m tired of listening to your stupid fucking voice,” You growl out and knock your head back. You hear the impact of its nose crunching and the venin curses at you. His arm around your neck weakens and you take this opportunity to get out of the headlock. Making quick work, you push his arm away from you and before his body can drift from yours, you grab onto his robe and tug him towards your chest. 

“I will kill you!” He shouts. 

You swing your head forward, headbutting into his already broken nose and he cries out in pain again. The poison from his dagger is working into your system. It burns into your skin and your fingers tingle with numbness. The lightning behind him, high in the sky, crackles with a silent announcement. 

An insane grin finds its way on your face and the pride you felt for Violet when she learned your technique kicks in. Because now she’s aiming at the venin. She has the shot. You hold onto the struggling venin tightly. “No, you won’t. But she will.” He looks up and struggles in your weakening grip. Not wanting to lose your hold on him, you wrap your legs around the venin and make him watch the lightning gather above the two of you. You hold him in a headlock and he shouts at you, “Stupid witch! You’re going to kill the both of us!” 

You laugh despite the poison in your body burning your insides, “That’s the fucking plan!” 

“I’ll kill you before anything strikes me!” He shouts and raises his arm with the dagger high into the sky. 

“Fuck you!” You grunted when he jabs the knife into your right thigh. He twists it so you could let go of him, but you’re not weak. You’re strong-willed, courageous, hopeful and your life is worth saving three others. You will not yield in the face of death. No, you welcome Malek with determination demanding that he take you along with the venin in your hold. Take you instead of Lenin, Liam and Deigh. 

The lightning came fast. Too fast for you to understand that it already hit you and killed the venin. Your karambit spun in slow motion above you, washed clean of any blood. You wanted to grab it, you had to grab it. 

“[Name]!” 

You barely heard Xaden yell your name in the storm. But you could feel the sadness all around you. Then you heard Lenin’s whine reverberate in the valley, it broke your heart and you coughed out a strangled sob. This is for the ones you love and the ones you left behind. The moon held you in his sad gaze and his song lulled you to sleep. 

“[Name]!” You opened your eyes and saw Imogen crying over you, “Stay awake! We’ll take you to Brennan, okay? Just stay with us!” 

When did she catch you? 

“You’re going to be fine, don’t talk like that!” She shouted at you. But you don’t recall telling her anything. You can’t even feel your lips moving, let alone form any thoughts to tell her anything. Although there is a lot you want to tell her. 

Yet your eyes felt heavy and any words that formed on your tongue were left unsaid as you took your last breath. 

……

XADEN 

“She’s still breathing! But the venin stabbed her and the poison is spreading fast!”

Imogen’s words, they gave me hope that [Name]’s vision was false. That her sacrifice didn’t need to come true in order to save her dragon or her brother’s life. She’s still breathing in Imogen’s arms and I have never dismounted Sgaeyl in such a desperate fashion. 

Shadows follow me wherever I go, very much like death and he stands next to me as Sgaeyl’s voice carries through the bond. Her sadness for the loss hits me enough to stop me in my tracks. 

“She’s gone, Shadow. Leninach confirmed it with Glane. Dagger is gone.”

Gone. 

[Name] left me behind. No matter what I tried to do, lessen the work to save the civilians, find her while she’s cloaked or even diving in to save Lenin. She left me behind to confront our enemy. She went by herself to save Liam, leaving me with the shit choice of either protecting the civilians or her. 

“Xaden, please!” Imogen begs. Her yearning voice for my help brings me back to the rain. The pitter patter sound against our surroundings grounds me now. 

“Imogen, she’s gone.”

These words that left my mouth, I never thought I would say them. Especially for the woman I fell so hard in love with. What am I supposed to do without her? How can I carry on knowing that she died because a Sorrengail ended her life with one strike. Am I supposed to be grateful that when I go back to Basgaith that I’ll be graduating so I don’t have to see her in Liam or Sloane? Or see her standing proud next to Lenin? 

Imogen’s denial only makes her spiral and the earth beneath us rumbles when Lenin makes himself known. He approaches Imogen with a sad look in his mismatched eyes. The shadow he cast over me lets me think as he has a conversation with Imogen through the mated bond connection. 

Something I share with Violet. 

“What’s the reason for killing her?” 

I can feel Violet reaching back to me, her voice regretful and soft, “Xaden, I didn’t-” 

“I wasn’t speaking to you.” I snap and Tairn lowly growls inside my head, his annoyance reaching to me like a coiled snake. “I don’t need to explain the reason.” His ignorance to my loss makes the shadows move frantically under Lenin’s protection. I want to challenge Tairn, to make him answer me, yet his voice comes back with an answer I was afraid to hear. 

“She asked me to do this before we took flight at the college. Dagger planned this all along to save my son’s life. She did this to save Lenin and The Silver One was the only way of doing this. Her sacrifice saved three lives, she did what she wanted to.” 

“Xaden.” 

I look up from [Name]’s back to meet with green eyes. 

“Lenin wants you to take [Name] to her resting place. He will light her fire.” 

Resting place. 

Imogen telling me this makes [Name]’s drawing flash in my memory. The pretty flowers and the trees surrounding the meadow of peace. Tairn is right. [Name] planned for this, all of it. I can’t just wrap my head around it and accept it so easily like the dragons do. They wouldn’t do the same if Lenin was lost to this battle. Sgaeyl would be hell bent on avenging her son. Like I want to be right now. I want to rewind time, kill the venin that threatened [Name]’s beautiful life. 

She’s my cloak of shadows and I let her slip through my hands. 

My love. I told you that I would come back. And when I do, you can bet that I will stay.

[Name] said it with so much passion. Hearing her voice echo in my head gives me some kind of hope that she would come back to me. That something in her witchly power will bring her back to me. But for now, I will do what Lenin wants and what she wants. To bring her to her resting place and have him light her fire. 

“We’re going home.” 

Everyone looks at me and I nod my head to their suspicions of what home I was talking about. Violet looks up at Tairn and her eyes widened in surprise when he tells her what I mean by it. When I walk back to Sgaeyl, I stop by Liam who stands up, wiping his tears from his blue eyes. 

“Your sister plans to rest in the meadow. I know this is the last thing you want to talk about when your sister is gone, but I need you to keep Violet away from him for as long as you can while I prepare for [Name]’s passing. Can you-” 

No. I’m done ordering Liam around. 

“Do you want to do it? If not, I can ask Bodhi to watch over her while he gets his arm mended by him.” 

Liam takes a deep breath and nods his head, “I want to do it. Just tell me one thing, and I need to know the truth.” He looks over at Violet then to Garrick who lifts [Name]’s body from the ground. Imogen cries some more watching her best friend stay limp. It tears another thread in my heart. Drops to my stomach and burns in the acid. 

Lenin is allowing you to climb him. He wants to have one more flight with her. 

I barely catch what Imogen tells Garrick and it hurts me to hear it. Lenin’s last flight with [Name]. 

“What is it?” I ask Liam, bringing his eyes back onto me. 

“It’s stupid to ask this, but do you think you can still love her after she’s dead?” Liam runs his hand through his wet hair and frustratedly speaks to me, “I mean she loved you so much that she fought alone to keep you alive. To keep me alive. To keep her dragon alive. All of it seemed like she planned this for months and she still did it despite knowing the outcome. She loved us enough to die for us. So I’m asking as her brother, will you continue to love her?”

He’s asking if I will love his dead sister or love Violet when time passes and I get over [Name]’s death. But this is something he will not understand. [Name] will come back. She made a promise to me in my room. I loved her when she was alive and I will love her in death. 

“She’s all I want, Liam. I don’t see myself with the Sorrengail that killed my girlfriend. I see myself marrying [Name], having the strongest dragons at our sides, winning this war and having a family. No one else can take that from us. Not even death.” 

[Name] will conquer death and while she does, I will wait for her return. No matter how long it takes for her to come back. 

I’ll wait. 

Wait. And wait. Days. Months. Or years. I will keep waiting for her to return to me with open arms.

..............

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[socialobligation]

Salutations. 🤓🤚 (this is kinda rambly sorry)

How we feeling about Todoroki not understanding social cues and completely messing shit up w/ shawty. (Personally I think it's a hilarious idea.) "Ommgg get outtt" "...okay?" Dips the fuck out. I think it could be a funny smau thingy or a drabble or WHATEVER it'll be good cus ur hella funny!! (ALSO I SAW UR KIRI× ALT-ISH READER AND I KNOW THAT WOULD ALSO EAT WITH LIKE AN ALT READER X TOKOYAMI OR SHOJI literally my favorite characters and I always thought that alt reader was very similar to dadzawa reader person so aizawa v. Readers bf would be funny too) okay I'm stopping nooowwww much love

get out | s. todoroki

what starts as a miscommunication lesson slowly unravels into something much softer, where teasing turns into quiet confessions, and maybe—just maybe—you're both a little more obvious than you thought.

it’s been months now. the two of you have fallen into that rare kind of friendship that feels effortless—the kind built from shared late-night study sessions, stupid inside jokes, and a surprising amount of mutual patience. shoto isn’t someone you expected to become your closest friend; he’s too formal, too literal, too composed. and yet somehow, he became your person. steady. dependable. stubbornly honest.

he's smart, meticulous, and considerate in ways that sneak up on you—the way he memorizes your coffee order, the way he lends you his umbrella without comment when he knows you forgot yours, the way he notices when you're tired and offers to carry your books without asking. but even after all this time, he still stumbles over basic social cues like they’re potholes on an otherwise flawless street.

and honestly? it's a little endearing. a little dangerous, too, when you’re harboring a crush you can’t quite figure out how to hide.

case in point: today.

when you shove his shoulder lightly, laughing as you say, "oh my god, get out," he reacts without hesitation.

he stands up.

"okay," he says, already halfway to the door with the solemnity of someone obeying a direct command.

you blink at him, stunned. "wait—no, i didn't mean—"

he halts mid-step, looking at you with genuine concern. "you told me to get out."

"it’s a figure of speech, dude," you groan, dragging a hand down your face. "like… 'no way!' or 'shut up!' it doesn't actually mean leave."

he blinks, processing this new data. "i see."

"do you?"

"not entirely."

you laugh, shaking your head as you pat the cushion beside you. "sit back down, you're fine."

he hesitates, then retraces his steps with careful precision, lowering himself stiffly into the chair across from you, posture perfect like he’s bracing for another misunderstanding.

you snort into your drink. "you're so formal. it's like hanging out with a very polite cat."

he tilts his head slightly, considering. "is that meant to be a compliment?"

"sure," you say, grinning.

he looks genuinely pleased, though the slight furrow between his brows suggests he's filed the statement away for later analysis.

you pull your legs up onto the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone while he watches you with quiet attentiveness, like you might do something critical at any moment. it's not weird. or at least, it’s not weird to you anymore. shoto pays attention to people he cares about.

he just doesn’t always know how to show it.

"you can chill, you know," you say, glancing up.

"i am chill."

"you're sitting like you're about to recite the national anthem."

he straightens further. "good posture is important."

"relax, mr. posture," you tease, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him.

it smacks him in the face with a soft thud. he doesn’t even blink.

he catches it carefully, setting it on his lap like it’s a fragile object.

"thank you," he says, genuinely.

you burst out laughing.

"okay," you say, setting your drink down, "lesson one. when someone says 'get out' while laughing, it usually means 'i can't believe you just said that, that's hilarious.' not 'please leave.'"

he nods slowly, committing it to memory with grave seriousness.

"lesson two," you continue, leaning forward a little, "if i call you 'stupid' or 'dummy' while smiling, it doesn't mean you're actually stupid. it usually means i think you're being… cute."

he processes this with a blink. "so verbal insults can sometimes signal affection."

"exactly."

he nods again, more confidently.

"lesson three," you say, gesturing to the pillow he's still holding, "if someone throws a pillow at you, it's usually affectionate. like, it means they like you."

he stares at the pillow. then at you. back at the pillow.

"oh," he says simply, like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

you clear your throat, suddenly needing to look very intently at your shoes.

"not—not always like, like-like," you add hastily, stumbling a little. "sometimes it's just friendly. but… sometimes it’s… y’know."

he watches you for a long moment, his gaze steady, thoughtful.

"is it… like that?" he asks.

you glance up, heart hammering.

"maybe," you say, soft, unable to summon anything cooler or smarter.

he tilts his head again, as if weighing the information.

"good," he says finally, in that same plain, almost reverent voice.

you blink. "good?"

"i like you too," he says, with all the certainty of a fact he's double-checked.

he tosses the pillow back at you—lighter this time, more casual—and there's a flicker of a real smile tugging at his mouth.

"reciprocal," he adds, because of course he would.

you catch the pillow against your chest, laughing despite the way your heart is doing somersaults.

"lesson four," you say, regaining your composure, "if someone says something obviously ridiculous, like 'i could totally fight a bear,' you're supposed to play along. not start listing reasons why it's inadvisable."

he looks genuinely troubled by this. "but fighting a bear would be strategically unsound—"

"shoto."

he stops. reconsiders.

"you could absolutely fight a bear," he says, voice deadpan.

you cackle, tossing the pillow at him again. he catches it without effort, a glint of humor in his eyes now, subtle but unmistakable.

"you're getting there," you say, sinking back into the couch with a grin.

"thank you," he replies, a little looser, a little lighter.

he's still shoto—precise, literal, impossibly sincere.

and now, maybe, a little yours too.

[kawaiigirly21]

Our Little Soda Pop: Chapter 3

Later on, the rest of that day went about as smoothly as it could go. During the recording, the boys did become a bit more touchy but Natasha simply chalked it up to nerves. She fought the urge to smirk everytime one of them tried to allude to something sexual. She was perfect at playing dumb. As if she couldn't smell their wanton arousal. She knew she triggered something and had perfect and total control. So much for their loyalty to Gwi-Ma.

She bet that if she asked them to, they would give up all alliance with the so-called king. Watching as the boys got through their last lines, Natasha had food brought in so they could eat something after singing for so long. Abby and Baby were the first to attack the food but after minor scolding, made sure to leave some for the other three. “You boys sounded great in there.” Natasha complimented as she fixed a plate for Mystery who practically became attached to her hip. “Thank you Ms. Natasha. We're one step closer to our goal in taking down the hunters.” Jinu replied after taking a few bites of his food.

“Jinu lean forward.” Natasha responded. As he did so, his eyes widened as Natasha took a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth clean. “There we go. Oh? What's up Mystery?” Natasha asked, turning her attention back to the other idol. “Hey um miss manager? When do we get what Romance got this morning huh?” Abby asked, huffing a bit. “I think we all behaved ourselves today. Don't we deserve a little reward too? How come you touched him?” Baby added. “I don't have to explain myself to you and if you keep asking about it, you won't get it. Eat. You have a photoshoot later.” Natasha replied unbothered.

That evening as the boys wrapped up the last of their photos, Mystery watched as Natasha typed away on her phone with a serious expression. She was talking to someone about something important for them. He loved that about her. She was always working. She always looked so busy. Like she completely had her shit together. He adored that about her. However, he also wished she would take a break every now and then.

“Alright boys. Time to go! Max, I expect those photos by Friday!” Natasha spoke while ushering the band out the doors and into their van. “I call shotgun!” Abby shouted as he practically launched himself into the passenger seat. “You had it on the way over here Abs, let someone else get the seat.” “Ugh fine!” He huffed as he moved to the back and Jinu climbed in the front. The drive home was silent save for the silent music playing in the background.

After arriving home, while everyone scrambled to get in Natasha's bed, still, she asked to speak to Abby alone in the living room. “I know you didn't want to give up your seat but you still did because I asked. I like when you boys listen to me.” She smiled as she led him to the couch and sat him down. “It makes me happy knowing that you respect me that much.” She whispered before leaning down to kiss him sweetly.

Almost instantly, his arms were around her and bringing her down to his lap. “Do I get some lovin this time?” Natasha giggled slightly before nodding. “Yes you get one thing of your choice tonight.” The man wasted no time in choosing his reward. “I want your mouth on my cock. I need it Mistress… please~” He whined as he began to free his cock from the confines of his jeans. Looking down, Natasha smirked before pressing a quick kiss to his neck.

“You’re a big boy aren't you?” She then moved off his lap and settled on the floor in between his legs. “Nervous?” Abby chuckled. “Oh please. I've had bigger sweetheart.” Natasha sighed before leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of the large cock waiting to take sanctuary in her mouth. That was a lie. Natasha had her fair share of fun sure, but none of her past exploits were ever this well endowed. Taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, her ears perked up at the heavy breaths Abby was starting to take.

Slowly but surely, she started to bob her head on the erection. Taking more and more of the cock until it almost filled her mouth completely. Save for a few inches at the base. “Oh f-fuck… you look so hot…” Now, at this point she would have smirked and made a comment about how desperate he sounded, but doing anything but trying to fit the rest of the cock down her throat was impossible. “Mm… oh yea… keep going…” Abby moaned as he watched Natasha suck his cock.

Although he was definitely enjoying himself, he was also physically fighting the urge to take the older demoness by her hair and fuck her throat. Not because he was worried about her, oh no. He knew she could handle it. It was his own safety he was worried for. Getting on her bad side was something that was not on his list for that evening. Suddenly, he began to moan louder and his grip on the couch tightened as his eyes watched Natasha quicken her movements.

Humming around his cock, creating vibrations that added to the pleasure. “Shit! Y-yes! Please! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Unable to resist anymore, Abby grabbed a fistful of Natasha's hair and began to fuck her throat. Pushing her head all the way down to his crotch causing her to deep throat him. “Fuck!! Mistress! Your throat feels so good! Your mouth! Mm! Mm! Fuck! So good!” The sounds of her wet mouth fueling his desire and urge to paint her throat white.

“Cumming! Oh shit! I'm cumming!! Yes! Yes! Mistress!! I'm cumming!” Looking up at the man, the moment Natasha's eyes met those of Abby's he immediately came down her throat. Pushing her head all the way down to his crotch once more. “Mistress!!! Mm! Fuck!!!” It didn't take long for the man to come down from his high after Natasha pulled away from his cock. “You alright? I-i didn't mean to get that crazy.”

Natasha only laughed and smiled before standing from her position and kissed his forehead. “I'm fine hun. Are you ok? I didn't think you could sound so…whiny.” She laughed as she watched the man groan before standing as well. “Put that away and get ready for bed. I'll join you shortly.” Natasha smiled before grabbing her phone and walking into the elevator. She then dialed a number, while the elevator descended.

“Natasha. I am pleased to hear from you. How are the boys settling in?” Gwi-Ma asked. “Fine. That's the only update you're getting from me, asshole. Don't contact me anymore.”

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Chapter 4