#anyways... my babies are back TODAY. TO-DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[euno11a]

HEYYYYY SO I SAW YOU WAS DOING REQUESTS FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

I loved the movie but the ending wasn’t what I was expecting and wanting😔

By any chance could you do the Saja boys in a poly relationship with reader? And separately the girls poly with reader?

I literally think it would be so much fun to have movie nights lmao and pull pranks on each other lmao😭💀

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Current Boyfriend” prank on Jinu⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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Rehearsal had just ended, and the studio air was thick with leftover energy and heat. The mirrors were fogged, the sound system still humming with static, and Jinu—sweaty, flushed, and stunning—was casually sipping water near the doorway.

You pulled out your phone, pretending to check something. Really, you were framing the shot.

He looked over, brows raised. “Filming?”

You smiled. “Just something quick for the fans. Come here.”

He didn’t hesitate—just walked over, still catching his breath from that final run-through, his dark shirt clinging to his back. When he stood beside you, he leaned in slightly, effortlessly falling into idol mode: half-smile, perfect angle, soft gaze.

You started recording.

“Hey guys,” you said sweetly to the camera, smiling like it was any other fan update. “Just wanted to check in, rehearsal’s over—everyone’s tired, sweaty, gorgeous.”

You turned the camera slightly, panning over to Jinu.

“I’m here with my current boyfriend!”

You kept going like it was nothing, turning the camera back to yourself. “Anyway, we’re probably gonna grab food and chill for a bit—”

Behind you, Jinu tilted his head slightly.

“…What?”

You stopped.

“…What?” you echoed innocently, still filming.

He squinted. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”

You bit back a smile. “Yeah. Like, my boyfriend right now. In this moment.”

His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that dangerous, calm way Jinu did when he was calculating whether to flirt with you or mildly destroy your entire soul.

“You’ve had others lined up?”

You laughed, finally breaking. “It’s a trend! I was joking!”

He took the phone gently, still in frame, still smiling for the camera like nothing was wrong—but the glint in his eye had shifted.

“You heard her,” he said to the camera. “Apparently, I’m just a placeholder.”

“Jinu—”

He leaned in, eyes never leaving the lens.

“Just so everyone’s clear, I’m not going anywhere. So if I’m the ‘current,’ I plan on being the permanent upgrade.”

He stopped recording.

You stared at him.

“Babe, it was a trend—”

He handed your phone back with a knowing smile. “Post it.”

“…You’re not mad?”

“No,” he said smoothly, grabbing his bag. “But you’re paying for dinner.”

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@ sajaboysimps: “Current boyfriend” and he paused like a villain origin story. 😭😭😭

@ jinusjawline: She: “I’m with my current boyfriend!” Jinu: 🧍‍♂️❓

@ idolatemyheart: When he said “permanent upgrade” I blacked out.

@ softlaunchgonewrong: The way she kept talking like he wasn’t recalculating the entire relationship 💀💀💀

@ kpopdemonkween: Jinu really said “I’m calm but I will become your husband if you keep playing.” 💍🕶️

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “i forgot our anniversary ” prank on Baby⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You had one goal: crack Baby’s fake-cool exterior.

The date was circled on your calendar in pink highlighter and glittery hearts — today marked your six months together. A fact you hadn’t forgotten. Not even close. You had the gift hidden, dinner planned, and a playlist queued.

But he didn’t know that.

So naturally… you decided to mess with him.

You strolled into the practice room like it was any other day, sipping your drink, phone in hand. Baby was lounging in a chair, jacket off, tank top on, towel draped around his neck. Hair tousled. Glistening post-workout glow. Casual heartthrob chaos.

“Hey,” he said, smiling without meaning to — one of those real ones, the rare kind.

“Hey,” you replied, completely flat. You sat beside him, scrolling through your phone. “Long day.”

He blinked. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”

Silence.

He waited.

You offered him a sip of your drink. No affection. No flirt. No sparkle.

He narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

He leaned in slightly. “You sure? You're being weird.”

You shrugged. “I’m fine.”

You saw it hit him — subtle but real. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to solve a math equation with emotions.

Then… his voice dropped, quieter.

“Did I… do something?”

You glanced at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket — pulling out a tiny velvet box.

Your breath caught. Wait what.

He opened it slowly: a simple silver ring on a thin chain.

“I know we said we weren’t doing anything big for the six-month thing,” he said, eyes still down, “but I just… I saw this and thought of you. You like little things that feel permanent.”

Your mouth parted, guilt instantly slamming you in the chest.

He looked up. “Unless… you didn’t remember. Which is fine, seriously. I didn’t expect—"

“Wait, wait, wait—” you cut in, grabbing his hand. “It’s a prank. It was a prank. I remembered. I super remembered.”

His eyes widened. “You what.”

“I was trying to get a reaction out of you,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “You always play it so cool. I thought you’d be smug and say something like, ‘Guess who didn’t forget?’ and then I’d laugh and reveal the real gift and—oh my god you bought me jewelry.”

He stared at you. “You absolute gremlin.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of your own, practically shoving it into his chest. “Here. Yours. Real. Not a prank.”

He opened it to find a silver bracelet, etched with the coordinates of where you first met.

He blinked slowly.

“…You’re disgusting,” he said, voice soft.

“You love it.”

He exhaled hard — then, finally, smiled for real. That wide, boyish grin he tried to hide behind eyeliner and sarcasm. His ears were bright red.

“You seriously had me spiraling,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Because you’re soft,” you teased.

He shot you a look. “No, I’m cool. I’m smooth. I’m mysterious.”

“You were ten seconds from emotional collapse.”

He leaned closer, bumping his forehead to yours. “And you love that.”

You smiled, lips brushing his. “I really do.”

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Tiny Meal” prank on Romance⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper screens of the dorm room, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. The air was still, save for the slow, even breaths of Romance beside you—hair mussed from sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows over his cheekbones.

You tiptoed out of the futon with the kind of stealth usually reserved for a trained demon hunter. You had a plan. A dumb, tiny, hilarious plan. But it was your plan, and you knew he’d either love it… or mock you for it for weeks.

You tiptoed into the kitchen, stifling a giggle. On the counter: a thimble-sized teacup. A miniature plate. A fork no bigger than your pinky nail. It had taken you a whole hour to prep these ridiculous little dishes the night before. A tiny egg (quail, of course), a single bite of toast, and a speck of strawberry jam.

All perfectly arranged on the world’s tiniest breakfast tray.

As you walked back into the room balancing the tray, you heard the soft shuffle of sheets. His voice, low and drowsy, called out:

"Mmnh... [Your Name]? Where’d you go…?"

You knelt beside the futon, holding out the tiny tray like a prize. “Good morning, sunshine,” you said, biting back a grin. “I made you breakfast.”

He blinked sleepily, then squinted at the tray. A beat of silence. Then—

“…What the hell is that?” His voice cracked mid-laugh.

You giggled. “Your morning meal, brave hunter. Protein, carbs, love. All in one centimeter.”

He sat up, the blanket falling to his lap, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the sleepy slope of his shoulders. Hair sticking up wildly, he reached out one elegant finger to poke the mini toast.

“This is… is this even edible?”

You nodded solemnly. “I toasted that piece with my own hands. Used tweezers.”

A wide grin broke across his face. That lazy, lopsided one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re unbelievable.”

Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he picked up the miniature fork between his thumb and forefinger, tried to stab the tiny egg—and immediately dropped it back onto the tray.

“I can’t do this. I’m going to starve.”

You smirked, reaching behind you and pulling out a second tray—the real breakfast, full-sized and warm.

He laughed so hard he had to bury his face in your neck. “You’re evil,” he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You love it,” you teased, letting your fingers slide through his hair.

He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still crinkled with laughter but softening into something tender. “I really do.”

And then, with the tiniest fork in hand, he fed you the equally tiny toast piece.

“For love. And carbs,” he whispered dramatically

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “ignoring my boyfriend” prank on Mystery⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The moment you stepped into the training room, you could feel his eyes on you.

Mystery was already there, like always — perched casually on the window ledge, his black hoodie draped over his shoulder, sword leaning against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. He never did first.

Perfect.

You walked right past him without a word.

He watched you. Silent. Still. Barely blinking.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling with exaggerated focus. Inside, you were screaming. You knew he hated being ignored. Not in the way a normal boyfriend might pout or whine — no, Mystery just went quiet. Colder. Like ice packing itself around him.

It was part of why the prank was so fun... and a little dangerous.

He finally moved. Just one step.

“Did I do something?” he asked, voice low and distant, like a fog rolling across a lake.

You didn’t look up. Instead, you texted no one. Blinked blankly at the wall. Bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from cracking.

A long pause.

He tilted his head slightly, jaw tight. “...You’re not going to speak to me?”

You didn’t respond. Not even a shrug.

He stared at you for a few seconds longer. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. No sound, no heavy footsteps — just vanished like smoke into the hall.

Your heart dropped.

“Mystery—!” you called after him, breaking character. You chased him down the corridor, nearly stumbling over your own feet.

You found him just outside the practice hall, his back to you, eyes shadowed under his bangs.

“I was joking!” you said breathlessly. “It was a prank. The ‘ignoring my boyfriend’ prank. You weren’t actually—wait, were you mad?”

He turned slowly, expression as calm as ever. But there was something just behind it — not anger, not even hurt, but a kind of distance. The kind that made your chest tighten.

“I wasn’t mad,” he said quietly. “I just figured you wanted space. So I gave it to you.”

Oof.

You stepped closer, reaching for his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought it’d be funny. You’re always so… unreadable. I wanted to see if you’d crack.”

His lips twitched — the smallest hint of a smirk. “So you were testing me?”

“Maybe a little.”

He finally turned to face you fully. “You didn’t get much of a reaction.”

“No,” you admitted. “But somehow, that made it worse.”

He stepped into your space, his voice a soft hush. “You want a reaction now?”

You nodded, breath catching.

Without warning, his hand cupped your chin gently, tilting your face toward his. His lips brushed yours, light as falling ash — but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Intense. Possessive in that quiet way only Mystery could pull off.

He pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Don’t ignore me again. I don’t like it.”

You blinked up at him, stunned.

Then he added, deadpan: “But if you do… make sure the next prank includes kissing.”

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˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “I don’t think I like muscles anymore” prank on Abs⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

a/n: I just added the rest of the Saja Boys!!

[starryeyed-apple]

whatever you need

★pairing: xavier x fem!reader ★wc: 2.5k ★content: xavier takes care of you through ovulation pain and ovulation horny (horny only dealt with after the pain has passed). 18+ smut: breeding/ovulation kink, oral (f receiving), piv, multiple orgasms, creampie, possessive xavier. nicknames for reader: starlight, baby, love. nicknames for xavier: bunny, baby. ★a/n: this was a cathartic comfort piece that descended into pure smut. if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fic for xavier that turned horny halfway through- ★masterlist

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, doubling over in pain as it shoots through your abdomen.

You don’t even have time to blink before Xavier is by your side, hand pressed over where you clutch at yourself.

“What’s wrong?” His words rush out, leaning down to try and catch your gaze. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I—” you break off with a hiss, leaning back over the moment you try and straighten yourself. “Fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Your eyes flash up to his, wide-eyed and panicked as fear at the sudden pain flares to life.

“Xavier, I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, easing you back onto your sofa, helping you find a comfortable position—which results in you leaning almost all the way forward, bent over your knees, head between them. “It could be your appendix. Have you had issues with it before? I’ll call the hospital—”

“Wait,” you interrupt, reaching out to tug him back. He immediately sits beside you, holding your hand securely in his. “What day is it?”

When you look up at him, he’s blinking, head tilted in confusion.

“Tuesday?” he answers slowly, brows furrowing.

“No.” You shake your head with a little laugh, wincing as the pain pinches again. It’s less stabbing in this position, more cramping, and starting to feel familiar. “My cycle. Can you bring up your calendar?”

Xavier’s eyes widen in understanding, scrambling to pull his phone out of his pocket.

“I think it’s too early for your period,” he mumbles, eyebrows furrowed in thought as he taps on his screen to bring up the calendar. He's no stranger to your painful cramps, even if it's never hit you so suddenly with no bleeding before.

He scrolls through the calendar for his little reminder of the day your period starts, marked simply by your initials and a star emoji.

“No, not that.”

You point at the start of your last period, following down through the weeks to find yourself at about 14 days from it today.

“Okay,” you sigh in relief, leaning back on the couch.

“What?” Xavier looks at you, then back at today’s date, then up at you again. “I don’t understand.”

You laugh a little, endeared by his little pout when you do.

“Two weeks,” you explain, pointing at the date with your finger again. When he still looks confused, you lay it out simply, “I’m ovulating, Xavier. It’s ovulation pain.”

But he’s already tuning out the moment you say ovulating, cheeks slowly tinting a dark pink.

“Oh.”

His mouth opens, and closes. You press your free hand not clutching your abdomen to your mouth, stifling a giggle, but his pout deepens at the little sound that escapes you anyway.

For all the effort he put into tracking your PMS, your period itself, your mood changes and all your symptoms, he hadn’t thought to check when you were ovulating?

“No wonder I’ve been extra horny lately,” you mumble to yourself, and he coughs.

“I—” Clearing his throat, he looks back at you, and down to your hand on your stomach. You can see him focusing back in slowly, even though he’s still blushing. So fucking cute. “I didn’t know it hurt?”

“Sometimes.” You shrug, cupping his cheek when he frowns in concern up at you. He presses his palm to your hand, nuzzling into your touch with those big blue eyes. “Not always. But it tends to happen on the same side for me, so I usually recognize it. It just…took me by surprise this time.”

Xavier pulls your hand back from his cheek, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm. He kisses up your forefinger, then the middle, nipping playfully at the tip of your ring one, and you giggle.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, rubbing at the dull, pinching pain. You still didn’t dare to move much, not wanting to trigger another spike. “Can you get the heating pad?”

“Sure thing, love,” he murmurs sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before he’s off to the cupboard where you keep most of your arsenal of period supplies.

“Need anything else?” he calls as you hear him rifling through it.

“I don't think so,” you answer, watching as he comes back into the living room, plugging the heating pad into the outlet and switching it on before placing it on your tummy.

You sigh in relief when the heat slowly begins to sink in, relaxing back into the sofa.

“Thank you, bunny,” you whisper, lips meeting his in a kiss. And then another, slow and sweet, nose nuzzling against his.

He hums, kissing the tip of your nose, then buries his face in your neck. Xavier curls himself around you, rubbing gently at your stomach through the heating pad.

“Anything for you, my starlight.”

You’re both quiet for a while, sinking into each other, enjoying the shared body heat. Time drifts past, and you're lazy and content in each other's arms, the brief moment of pain passing while you snuggle your boyfriend.

He rests on top of you, head on your chest. Your hand rubs over his back, slipping under his hoodie and t-shirt to scratch lightly at his skin, and you smile as he makes soft noises of content. You're almost certain he's fallen asleep from the peaceful moment—you know you're about to doze off yourself.

Then he asks, softly, “Do you want me to…track it?”

“Hm?” you hum, half-asleep from the cozy cuddling.

“When you…ovulate.” His voice rasps a little when he says it. You think it’s unintentional, but it still sends a little shiver through you. His grip on you tightens when you do. “Do you want me to track it?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t already, honestly.”

Xavier shrugs, burying his face further against your neck. You card your fingers through his hair, and he hums happily.

“I…wasn’t sure if it was okay to pay attention to it.”

“You could’ve just asked me.” You sigh fondly, giving a little tug at the ends of his hair, and he jerks with a quiet grunt. “Silly bunny.”

You can feel him smile against your skin, right before he snuggles closer into you.

“So, is it…?”

“Yes, Xavier.” You press a kiss to the top of his head, smiling against his fluffy hair, almost golden in the late afternoon light that filters through your curtains. “You can track when I ovulate.”

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Okay.”

The tension is palpable as you both fall quiet again.

More time passes, and you feel more and more restless, panties damp just from the thought of him knowing what your body needed right now. You wiggle a little, testing to see if any pain lingered, and sigh in relief when you feel it’s gone completely, the moment long passed.

“Xavier,” you whine, nosing along the skin behind his ear. Your teeth graze along the sensitive lobe when he jerks forward with a little moan, holding you tighter as you bite down gently. Your voice is husky when you ask, “Does that turn you on? Knowing that I'm ovulating?”

He sighs shakily, gripping at your waist.

“Are you still in pain?”

You grin wickedly, even if he can't see it. “Nope. Not for a while.”

He breathes out in relief. “Okay. Good.”

You’re flat on your back in an instant, your sweet boyfriend gazing down at you with that familiar, darkening look.

Your thighs squeeze together, and his palms slide down, gently parting them.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, eyeing the wet patch that had managed to seep through your comfortable, thin lounge shorts. “Already?”

You bite your lip, and his hand comes up behind your head on the armrest, towering over you with all the carefully contained, hidden power you were so obsessed with.

“I told you I've been horny.” You can’t help but smirk at the way his flush darkens at that. “All I’ve been able to think about for days is you fucking me stupid.”

Xavier sucks in a breath, already tugging down your shorts and panties in one strong yank.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he nearly whines, lowering himself down your body, pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach when you nudge the now obsolete heating pad out of the way, switching it off. “I would’ve given it to you. I would’ve kept us home from work and fucked you all day and night until you were full of my cum. Until it—”

He cuts himself off, peering up at you uncertainly, his lips grazing against your hip bone.

“Say it,” you breathe, hips jerking up, nearly brushing your dripping pussy against his lips, and he licks his watering mouth at the near contact. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Xavier groans, sucking your wet folds into his mouth. He lets them go with an obscene pop just as quickly, and you whine. “I would’ve filled you until it took.”

“Yes,” you whimper, head tilting back with a moan of relief when his tongue descends on you, licking up your entrance and flicking across your clit with expert precision, learned from an intimate knowledge of your body alone. “Please.”

“That's what you want, isn't it?”

His words tease you as much as his mouth, the vibrations of his sinful promises just as mind numbingly good as his tongue thrusting into your tight, needy hole. He licks along your walls, and you tremble under him, feeling his moan deep inside you when you clench around his tongue.

“You want me to breed you until you’re all mine,” he gasps when he pulls back for air, "don’t you?”

You don't answer right away, lost in the pleasure, and squeak when he gently pinches your ass.

“Tell me, love,” he commands gently, soft voice dark as sin, and your thighs tremble. “Use your words.”

“Yes," you gasp, hips rolling up into his ravenous mouth. “Yes, Xavier, fuck.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he moans, tongue licking back up to your clit to suck it into his mouth. He hums in content as he circles it with the tip, then rubs it with the flat of his tongue, back and forth.

“Yours,” you whimper, refusing to look away from how drunk he was on the taste of you, his lashes fluttering at your words. "I'm already yours.”

“Mine,” he pants, dark eyes meeting yours. He shakes his head from side to side, the flat of his tongue rubbing your clit at a pace that makes your toes curl, breathing heavily through his nose. His possessive words are slurred against your cunt, “You're all fucking mine.”

Your mouth falls open, higher pitched moans escaping you as your orgasm hits you hard and fast.

God, you loved coming at this time of month. It always came so much easier, and felt so much deeper, consuming, even without being filled.

But Xavier planned on making good of his promise.

He gives one more suck to your overstimulated clit, kissing it before leaning back on his heels. His thumbs hook into his sweatpants, tugging them down with his boxers, and you only have a moment to appreciate how hard and flushed his pretty, thick cock is before it’s disappearing into your folds.

“Too much?” He pants out, hips stilling a few inches inside your cunt when you let out a quiet cry.

“No,” you whimper, reaching out for him, nails digging into his muscular thigh. “More, Xavier. Need you to fuck me, need to be full of you.”

You lose any coherent thought as he slams into you to bottom out in one full stroke. And, oh, the filthy things that soft voice could say as he begins fucking you in earnest.

“—so beautiful, my love, god you’re so—hah, so wet. Taking me so well, your pussy’s sucking me in like she wants me to live inside you.”

The couch creaks with each powerful thrust, nearly scraping back against the floor, and you have just enough of a moment of clarity to feel bad for your neighbors. But then Xavier’s cock hits a spot inside you just right, and you don’t care anymore if they all hear you screaming his name to the heavens.

Just the passing thought of them knowing how good their quiet, sleepy neighbor fucks you is enough to make you clench around him, pulling a moan from his throat.

“Please,” you beg, legs hooking around his waist, and he tugs you closer until your hips are flush together, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each quick, shallow thrust. “Cum inside me Xavier, please, please, want you to fill me up.”

“I’ll fill you up,” he groans out, lifting your hips as he snaps his own into them. “You’ll be dripping with me for days, starlight. On the subway, in the office, everywhere we go you’ll still be stuffed with my cum—”

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Please,” Xavier whimpers, leaning forward to press kisses along your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. “Wanna breed you, fuck you again and again until you’re having my—”

“Xavier!” you cry out, seeing stars as white hot pleasure blooms through you when you come for the second time.

You can feel the pressure of his hand in yours, fingers curling tightly together as his cock pulses and floods you with hot spurts of his cum.

“Take it,” Xavier pants against your ear, moaning and mouthing at your skin. “Take it, fuck, need you to take it until I get you all knocked up for me.”

“Xav,” you whine, tugging at his hair when the overstimulation begins to kick in.

His thrusts slow, weak rolls of his hips to get every last rope of cum as deep into your pussy as it can be, before he collapses on top of you.

“Too—” he pauses, gasping for breath, and you soothe your hands down over his back, letting him sink his weight into you, until he was practically a weighted blanket. “Too much?”

“Mm, no,” you hum, nudging his chin up to admire his blissed out face. Your lips meet his in a lazy kiss, whining when just the simple act of affection has him twitching inside you again. “Just enough.”

He kisses you a few more times before pushing himself up, slowly pulling out of you. His fingers catch the glob of his cum that spills out, slowly pushing it back into your puffy, soaked cunt.

Xavier smirks in that dark, satisfied look as you watch the possessive action with a whine.

“Same time next month, starlight?” he asks breathlessly, cheeky in that endearing playfulness and too damn proud of himself.

You snort, gently swatting his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you sigh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he stands, his half-hard, cum-slicked dick still out as he moves to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean you up. You're in for a full day of loving attention and cuddles now, and you smile. “See you then, baby.”

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[wonubby]

obsessed - k! bakugo

2. hire someone to 'leak' crude pictures of the two of you on holiday

synopsis - despite knowing you've successfully bagged katsuki bakugou, aka pro hero dynamight, his fans are still shipping him with his ex. so what's a better way to claim him than leaving little trails of your love on him? specifically, his body.

warnings – fluffy and suggestive, bakugo death mention but only briefly.

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katsuki wasn't stupid. he knew what your plan was, and honestly? he didn't give two fucks. you were bound to reach your breaking point one day.

he actually loves this side of you. you matched his inner freak on some level. of course, he was still crowned as the 'bitch' in your relationship, given his infuriating attitude.

you, however, were overjoyed. everything fell into place.

phase one? complete. phase two? already in motion.

you and katsuki had travelled to the Bahamas for the week. it was a little getaway for the two of you since he's always busy fighting.

the first two days were spent wrapped in the sheets. the warm air creating a sexy atmosphere that kept the male going. something about fucking in the heat, getting all sweaty, and using his quirk in the midst of the act got him heated.

not that you were complaining though; you were blessed with the most amazing orgasms of your life.

anyway, today, the two of you decided it was the perfect time to head to the beach... with some secret company.

was it a bit desperate to call the paparazzi, getting them to leak pictures of you and your fiance? possibly.

was it going to make that bitch burn? absolutely.

"are you finally ready, babe?" his gruff voice called out to you.

letting out a breathy chuckle, you hooked the last earring on before facing him. "yep," you said, popping the p, "how do i look baby?" you did a little twirl, letting your frilly, leopard tankini flay around you.

smirking, katsuki placed two hands on your hips, biting his lip at the sight. "you always look amazing, sweets. but this? this makes me want to cancel our plans and keep you inside." he said, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"well, sucks for you, katsu, because whether you like it or no, we're going out there. you can channel all of your inner fuckboy when we're on the beach." you teased, placing two hands on his chest, pushing back.

katsuki was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt with a pair of khaki shorts. his muscles were on display, including the couple of scratch marks you had left on his chest from this morning.

you placed a kiss on his lips, slow and sensual, subtly biting his lower lip as a warning. "worry less about fucking me and more about how you're going to act all lovey for the 'hidden' cameras."

"yes ma'am," he chuckled. boy did he love the new you.

walking towards your purse, you grabbed the keys, throwing them at him before heading to the door. "grab the speaker; i'm making my way to the car."

the car ride was decent. old 2010s music blasted through the window, as your hair flowed behind you, occasionally stopping to kiss katsuki during the red lights.

you were truly living life.

the moment you reached the beach, the feeling of the dry, hot sand beneath your feet had you relaxing. finally feeling like you could breathe. katsuki was quick behind you, tugging off his unbuttoned shirt and throwing it into a pile of your clothes.

"come here; let's get some sunscreen on you before you look like a tomato," he joked. you scoffed, touching his chest before turning around.

his hands slid up your body, slowly massaging the skin tenderly. your eyes snapped shut, leaning back onto his body as he began. "feels so good, kat. maybe i should make you my personal masseur." you giggled.

"yeah right, like i already don't do all 'at." he groaned teasingly.

as he continued to rub the cream all over your body, you locked eyes with the photographer hidden in the bush. a smirk crawled onto your face as you quickly turned around and faced katsuki.

"have i ever told you how hot you are, baby?" you questioned, eyes half-lidded as you looked at him with the most innocent eyes.

"hmm, no i don't think so." he raised an eyebrow in false confusion. "why? is there something you need to tell me?" his eyes trailed over your body, large hands moving from your hips to your ass.

"nope!" you laughed, running away from the boy and into the water.

"you tease!" he yelled, moving fast to reach your now wet body.

the moment he caught up with you, you were pulled flush against his body as he brought you into a searing kiss. every kiss you shared with katsuki felt magical. he made you feel something. made you mean something.

he was all you could ever ask for, the man of your dreams. you spent your childhood following him around. watching him bully izuku, win the sports festival, and even watching him die. but, during those times, your love for him was simply platonic.

it wasn't until you both bumped into each other while he was on patrol that everything changed. a few months after his breakup with amira, he had contacted you, asking you out on a dinner date. at first, the two of you thought it wasn't anything serious until you shared your first kiss together under the night sky as snow painted the pavement.

breaking away from the kiss, you smiled softly at the man. "i love you." the three words were muttered so softly he could barely hear them.

"i love you too, pretty." he smiled, leaning down and pressing kisses to your neck. tongue poking out to trace the purple marks he left the night prior.

a moan left your lips at the sensation, smiling softly as your hands dragged into your hair. the slight flash of a camera caught your eyes as you nudged katsuki with your knee. he seemed to understand the cue as he effortlessly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

the moment became intense with mouthwatering kisses and bites being marked all over your body. it clearly gave the photographer what he needed.

"you might be as mean as i am kats. you must really hate her to be doing all this for me."

"i hate everyone. you're just lucky."

the moment you got home, the internet was going wild.

the pictures were up and everyone was going crazy. fans were trending #DYNAMIGHTBACKMUSCLES, #DYNAY/NFUCKING??? and IN PUBLIC IS CRAZY all over twitter. they analysed the way he held you, how he kissed you and, most importantly, the marks on his back and your neck. their most favourite picture was the one where the reddish handprint on your ass was noticeable.

however, the best reaction was from amira. immediately after the pictures were posted, she turned to Instagram, posting a photo dump. the said dump included photos of food, half-empty wineglasses, beach pictures from last year and an old picture of her hand in katsuki's.

the public were immediately quick to notice the types of pictures and who she posted. some sympathised with her, while others called her out on her shitty behaviour. and maybe others included you because you didn't hesitate to post a tweet.

one that read: "he said thank you for the character development. we’ll send flowers."

yeah, you definitely broke the internet.

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[lightsoutmatthews]

I’ve really been into your writing lately and was wondering if maybe you could write something either Auston or Willy where the reader has bipolar disorder and is having a low episode and he just kinda takes care of her. My soul needs it

A lot of research went into this and I really hope I did it justice because it is a very sensitive topic.

Warning for mentions of depression and symptoms of a bipolar disorder

Here not matter what – Auston Matthews

It started like it always does, slowly, like fog rolling in over water.

At first it´s just tiredness. Then your body gets heavy, thoughts muddy, motivation slipping through your fingers and then everything goes quiet. Inside and out.

You woke up feeling hollow. The world felt too loud, too fast and too far. It was like you were underwater.

There was that familiar dread that settled in your chest. It was happening again.

You laid in bed long after the sun crept through the blinds, your face to the wall. You didn’t check your phone. You didn’t open the curtains. You barely breathed.

You were supposed to go out this morning, a breakfast date with Auston after his skate.

He had texted last night: I´ll swing by after practice. You want to get pancakes or the place with the good hash browns?

You never answered. Not because you didn’t want to, but because the idea of moving and pretending to be okay, it felt impossible.

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The door opened sometime around noon.

You didn’t get up, but you heard the careful way it closed, the way his keys dropped gently into the bowl by the entryway.

He knew. He always knew.

“Hey, baby,” Auston called softly, voice low and even. “I´m home.”

You still didn’t move.

A beat of silence. Then soft footsteps on the hardwood. The subtle creak as he bent to take off his shoes. The thud of his duffel back being set aside.

And then. “Are you in bed?”

Another pause. Then he stepped into the room and saw you. Curled up in bed, wrapped in the throw blanked you never put away.

The TV was playing some nature show, volume low. You weren’t really watching anyways.

“Hi,” he said, voice quiet now. Gentler. He crouched next to you, searching your face. “Bad one today?” he softly asked.

You nodded once. You couldn’t say much else.

His eyes softened. He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, fingers lingering for a moment. “Okay,” he murmured. “We´ll take it easy.”

He didn’t press. He never did. He never asked why or how long it´s been creeping in. He didn’t need to.

Instead, he moved slowly, like you´re something fragile he knew how to handle.

He eased himself down to the floor besides the bed, shoulders close to your legs. you felt the warmth of his body even through the blanket.

“I brought you soup,” he said, like he was just taking about the weather. “Lemon chicken from that place you like. I put it in the fridge.”

You blinked slowly, then whispered, “Thank you.”

It came out hoarse and dry, but he smiled like it was the most precious thing he had heard all day.

The silence stretched, but it was not uncomfortable. Not with him. He let you exist in the quiet without trying to fill it.

Eventually, he shifted, glancing at his phone. “Do you want me to put on that playlist you made? The one with the soft sad songs?”

You nodded again, barely, but it was enough.

He tapped at his phone, and soon the room was filled with the familiar, melancholy melodies. Bon Iver. Daughter. Phoebe Bridgers. The kind of songs that sounded like rain on windows and the weight of the blanket on your chest.

He moved again, slower this time. “Mind if I sit with you?”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want him to, but because you didn’t feel worthy of his comfort. Still, your hand lifted the blanket the tiniest bit.

That was all he needed.

He climbed onto the bed beside you and pulled you gently into his chest. His hoodie was warm, and he smelled like ice, cologne and the outdoors.

You pressed your cheek into his chest and closed your eyes, bathing in the warmth that radiated from his body.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just let me be here for you.”

And you did.

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Time moved strangely when you were like this.

The depression wasn’t dramatic. It was not crying or screaming or throwing things. It was just a whole lot of nothing.

An ache behind your eyes. The inability to care about anything. Even eating, showering or getting dressed felt impossible.

You whispered eventually. “I feel like a burden.”

Auston didn’t react right away. When he did, he exhaled slowly and tilted your face towards his.

“You´re not,” he said firmly, trying to convince you with his words. “Not today. Not ever.”

You wanted to believe him. You really did, but the weight inside your chest argued louder.

“I don’t do anything. I can´t even get up.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple. “That´s not what makes you lovable.”

Tears stung in your eyes. It always surprised you how easy they came, even when everything else inside felt numb.

He didn’t shy away. He whipped your cheek gently with his sleeve.

“I know it feels like this is you, but it´s not. It´s just a part of what you deal with and you´re not alone in it.”

You sniffed quietly. “I hate being like this around you.”

“Being like what?” he asked, not accusing, genuinely curious.

“This. Sad. Dull. Empty.”

“You are not dull,” he muttered. “You´re one of the most vivid people I know, even when you´re low. Even when you´re quiet. You´re still you.”

And that – more than anything – made the tears spill over.

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Later, he brought you the tea you always drank when you were low. Chamomile with honey.

He didn’t hand it to you right away. Just set it on the nightstand, knowing you would reach for it when you were ready.

He heated up the soup too, even though you said you were not hungry. He put it in a bowl, brought it in with crackers and set it on the table next to the tea with a gentle, “In case you change your mind.”

At one point, he disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he had your favorite hoodie in his hands. The one that he wore during that trip to Banff, the one that smelled like him and like comfort.

You slipped it on without speaking.

He sat beside you again, scrolling silently through his phone.

Eventually, he showed you a video of a baby goat wearing pajamas. You let out the smallest, cracked laugh and that was when he glanced over at you and smiled like he had just seen sunlight peek through heavy clouds.

“There she ism” he said softly.

You whipped your eyes. “I still feel really bad.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But you laughed and that´s something.”

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By the time the sun started to set, the world felt a little less far away. Not okay. Not normal. But a little softer. Like maybe you were not trapped in this haze forever.

Auston had stretched out on the couch now, one arm tucked behind his head, the other softly resting on your hip.

You were lying beside him, head on his chest, blanket still around you both.

The playlist had faded into silence, but neither of you moved to restart it.

“Can I say something?” you whispered, your voice still barely there.”

“Always.”

“I know I´m going to feel better and I know it will pass but when I´m in it…it´s like I forget that. Like I can´t see anything but the dark.”

He nodded slowly. “That´s okay. You don’t have to see the light. I can hold it for you.”

You went quiet, heart aching from how much you loved him and how little you felt like you deserved that love in moments like this.

“I´m not going anywhere,” he said, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Not when it´s hard, especially not then.”

You closed your eyes.

That was the first time you actually believed it.

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The next morning arrived quietly. There was no dramatic change, no switch flipped. Just a faint sense that the fog had loosened its grip.

You blinked awake to pale light filtering through the curtains.

Auston was still beside you, one arm around your waist, the blanket bunched between you. At some point in the night, you had drifted off, tangled up together.

Your back was warm against his chest, his steady breathing a kind of lullaby.

You didn’t move at first. You were still tired, not just physically, deep-tired, in the way that depression always brought but you were aware of your body now, in a way you weren’t yesterday.

The world wasn’t so far away anymore.

You shifted slightly. Auston stirred behind you.

“Mornin´,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You expected him to ask how you were felling. He didn’t. He just tightened his hold a little and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You were grateful for that.

After a few minutes, he spoke again. “Do you want to stay here a bit longer, or try getting up?”

You thought for a second. “Up.”

He nodded behind you. “Okay.”

It took time getting out of bed, unpeeling yourself from sleep and blankets and the heaviness.

Auston waited patiently, never rushing you.

When you finally stood, a little wobbly, he was right there – steady and solid.

“Shower first?” he asked gently. You nodded.

“I´ll bring you a hoodie and some clean clothes to the door.”

You glanced at him, grateful, and something flickered in your chest. Not joy, not yet, but something close to the memory of it.

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You took your tome in the shower.

The hot water didn’t fix you, but it made your muscles loosen, made your breath come a little easier.

You cried again, not the same way as yesterday though. Those tears came quietly, but not from despair. Maybe from release.

When you stepped out, you found one of Auston´s hoodies and a pair of your sweats folded on the counter.

One of his beanies, too.

You smiled, just barely, and slipped it on. It smelled like him.

You padded into the kitchen to find Auston barefoot, hair messy, pouring coffee into two mugs.

He had already warmed up the soup from the day before. It was a small pot on the stive, steaming gently.

You leaned against the counter, not saying anything yet. He handed you a mug without a word- the silence was companionable. Safe.

“Still not very hungry,” you mumbled eventually.

“That´s okay,” he replied. “You don’t have to finish it. Just a few bites. Something warm in your stomach might help.”

You nodded.

He plated it for you, soup, a piece of buttered toast, some fruit he had cut up.

Then he sat across from you at the kitchen table, still in his sleep shirt, one hand resting casually on your knee under the table.

The food wasn’t amazing. You appetite wasn’t really back, but the care he put into it made it easier to try.

You ate slowly and that was enough.

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Later, you found yourselves on the balcony, wrapped up in the hoodie and a blanket from the couch.

The sky was overcast, but not stormy.

Auston leaned on the railing beside you, coffee cup in hand. “I think I´m coming out of it,” you said finally, voice still small. “Not all the way, but a little.”

He glanced over and nodded once. “Yeah. I felt that this morning.”

You looked away. “I hate that it happens and that you have to see me like that.”

“I don’t,” he said without hesitation.

You blinked at him.

“I don’t hate seeing your like that,” he repeated. “I hate that it hurts you and I hate that it´s hard for you, but being with your during it? That´s not a burden. That´s what love is.”

You sat with that for a while. Let it settle in your bones.

“I feel like I disappear during the lows,” you whispered. “Like I´m not me.”

“You´re always you,” he said, nudging your knee with his. “You´re still here. You´re still the same person who knows every lyric to Taylor Swift´s songs and has strong opinions about breakfast potatoes. You´re still the person who beats me at Mario Kart even when I´m trying. You just go quiet sometimes.”

You manage a small laugh again. “You never let me win.”

“Exactly, so don’t argue with me.”

You smiled, finally. Tired, but real.

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The rest of the day was quiet, but it was a different quiet from yesterday.

You moved a little more. Talked a little more. You let Auston convince you to take a short walk to the corner store with Felix. “Just for air,” he said. “And maybe a chocolate bar.”

He kept your hand in his the whole time.

You didn’t talk much on the walk, but you noticed things again.

The color of the leaves, a dog barking down the street, a little girl on a scooter zooming past.

They didn’t overwhelm you anymore.

You returned to the condo with a small smile and tired legs.

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That evening, you sat on the couch together and watched the office. A comfort show for both of you.

You curled into him again; head tucked under his chin. He played with your hair absentmindedly, the way he did when you were near.

“I know it´s probably not gone for good,” you said quietly. “I mean…this will happen again.”

He nodded, but he didn’t flinch. “Yeah,” he said. “It probably will.”

There was something comforting about the honesty of that. The lack of sugarcoating.

“But when it does,” he continued. “You will still have me, and we will do exactly what we just did. One hour at the time.”

You swallowed. “You´re really not scared of it?”

“No,” he replied.

You leaned into him harder, heart aching in that good, raw way. The way that meant you were still feeling. Still there.

[redbullgivesmelife]

Just be you

Dallas Winston x Fm Reader

Summary: you were the only girl in this world Dallas would truly let his guard down, And that was so so rare but sometimes smooth sailing has the bumpy waves

Warnings: swearing

Authors note: to get the proper experience you gotta listen to the song "Ain't no mountain high enough" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.

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The day started like this....

Dear Diary

Today i woke up to the birds chirping, The sun shined through my pink curtains and into my face, Today is Saturday which means no school so i get to hang out with the greaser boys Today!

I get along with all of them especially this one greaser called Dallas Winston but we all call him Dally.

He's so good looking and he makes me laugh, but anyway thats all i got for now Diary.

I'll write back later.

Goodbye xxx

As you move away from your Vanity after writing in you're daily dairy you sigh a smile playing on you're lips.

You loved the weekend because you got to hang out with the boys all day and sometimes all night. You turn on you're radio blasting the music out as you dance around you're room and pretending you're hairbrush was a microphone.

As you were performing for yourself you didn't notice that a certain someone was outside you're window watching and smirking trying not to burst out laughing.

But he let one out making you turn and let out a yell, but you immediatly stop when you see Dallas.

"Dally!"

you yell walking to you're window and opening it letting Dallas slip in and land on you're bed.

"nice dancing, Sugar"

He teases a large grin on his face, you roll you're eyes and before you could say anything you're favourite song plays

Ain't no mountain high enough

Dallas sees you're smile widen as you mouth the words.

"listen baby"

Dally laughs as you mouth the lyrics he watches you for awhile till he also mouthed the lyrics back causing you to grin.

"Ain't no mountain high, Ain't no valley low"

"Ain't no river wide enough, baby"

Dallas gets up as he watches you dance to the music, Dallas and you had these little moments a lot actually and Dallas remembers every single one.

"If you need me call me, no matter where you are!"

You began to actually sing the song causing Dallas to laugh and shake his head, but you shrug at him and pretend to pull him closer with a rope, Dallas walks towards you and then also begins to sing.

"no Matter how far!!,Just call my name i'll be there in a hurry you don't have to worry"

Dallas and you dance around you're little room both singing at the top of you're lungs.

"Cause baby their Ain't no mountain high enough!, Ain't no valley low enough!, Ain't no river wide enough. To keep me from getting to you baby!"

The song finishes and you two burst out laughing and land on you're bed both looking up at the ceiling. You look at Dallas and see him laughing still.

His laugh was loud and you couldn't help the smile on you're face widen and the blush on you're cheeks turn more red.

Dallas calms down and looks at you, the two of you lock eyes and you felt you're heart beat faster and you could see Dallas's lips part a little.

"You have beautiful eyes"

Dallas whispers, you're eyes explore Dallas's face and you're eyes stop into his.

"thank you, so do you"

Dallas chuckles. a little and shuffles a little closer now you're shoulders were touching and Dallas's face felt closer.

You could feel his body heat and you wanted to so badly kiss him but you were too nervous to make the first move, You felt you're belly rumble due to nerves.

The radio then began to play the song 'Stand by me" by Ben.E.King

This set the mood beautifully and Dallas slowly sat up and leans over you so slowly like he was waiting for you to stop him, He would hope you would stop him if you were uncomfortable but you didn't.

Dallas leans in closer to you, his lips parted and his eyes slowly closing, you blush and close you're eyes too and lean towards him.

You felt Dallas rough lips against you're soft lips, you couldn't help but wrap you're arms around Dallas neck. Dallas groans as you're arms wrap around him causing him to get closer.

The two of you begin to get more touchy you couldn't help but giggle as Dallas's hands go down you're sides and to you're butt. Dallas moves away looking at you.

"what you laughing at?"

He asks his eyebrow raised, you smile and shrug at him.

"my sides are ticklish"

Dallas grins and begins to tickle you're sides making you laugh loud and wiggle around you're bed.

The bedroom door then opened and it was you're dad.

"Hey Y/N can you-"

Dallas and you both look up, Dallas's grin falls and you're eyes widen when you see you're dad eyes wide and his mouth fallen open.

"Hey Mr L/N...."

Dallas says getting up off you and sitting on the edge of your bed, You shuffle to sit up and the two of you stare at you're dad waiting for him to say something.

He clears his throat and looks down the hall of the house then back at you two.

"Hi Dallas"

You're dad says trying to process how Dallas got into you're room without seeing him. He then looks at the window and sees it opened a little.

He sighs and shakes his head "Dallas what did i tell you about sneaking through the window, you scratch the paint off my house"

You're dad says walking fully into you're room pushing you two apart and opens you're window looking down and surprise, surprise Dallas's shoes scraped some paint of the house.

"hey Man, im sorry i forgot"

Dallas says chuckling, you're dad shoots him a look shutting him up, Your dad then looks at you and you wanted to sink into the bed.

"Well i came up here to say turn the music down because the baseball is about to start"

Your dad moves away from the two of you and lowers you're radio down, he then walks to the door and looks at you two and says "Dallas use the door next time"

Dallas nods and gives a sarcastic salute causing you're dad to roll his eyes and walk out closing the door behind him.

The two of you look at each other and both of you burst out laughing, Dallas leans towards you and kisses you're cheek.

"So, whats the plan today"

You ask moving away from Dallas and looking him in the eyes, Dallas leans back and takes out his cigarette and lights it.

He puffs the smoke out and licks his lips "Well Darry is making a roast dinner tonight and wants everyone to come"

Roast dinner, God Darry's roast dinners are the best you ever had. You smile and nod immediately making Dallas chuckle, You cough at the smoke and open you're window and point at it signalling Dallas to sit near the window and breath the smoke out the window.

Dallas groans and shuffles to the window and sits on the window cill, The two of you discuss about random stuff for awhile enjoying the time you two were having just talking and a little bit of gossip.

Finally Dallas finishes his cigarette and gets off the window cill and looks at you like he was ready to walk the streets and see if the boys were out and about.

"come on, lets go'

Dallas says looking at you, You sigh and fast walk to you're closet and grab you're light blue big black button coat.

You follow Dallas out you're room and down the stairs, As you two walk passed you're dad in the living room watching the tv Dallas says goodbye but you're dad tells you two stop.

"Hold on, stop"

The two of you look at you're dad who was looking at you two "where you going?"

"around the town"

You answer, you're dad looks at the entrance of the kitchen then looks back at you "hm, you going to eat out?"

"actually, were going to the Curtis household for a roast"

Dallas answers, you're dad nods and smiles a little. He's heard of Darry's roast dinners many times from you and Dallas.

He nods and then looks back at the tv and tells you two to enjoy yourselves and off you two went.

You skipped down the street behind Dallas excited for the rest of the day to come, Dallas walks in front of you looking around the streets to see if he can see any of the boys.

Finally Johnny and Ponyboy's faces were seen in the park on the swings talking to each other, Dallas smiles and hopes over the fence and fast walks to the two boys his hands in his pockets.

You weren't going to hop over the fence so you run around the fence and catch up to Dallas.

Johnny sees you two walking up to them and he smiles a little "H-hey look it-its Y/N and Dally"

Ponyboy looks and he smiles when he sees you two, They get down from the swings and walk up to the two of you, Dallas nods his head at the two earning nods back from them and you smile and wave.

The four of you walk down the street talking well Ponyboy, Johnny and Dallas were talking while you were just walking beside them listening.

"so, any woman grab you're attention this week Dally?"

Ponyboy asks making johnny and him chuckle, Dallas rolls his eyes and glances at you, You were already looking Dallas a wide smile on you're lips.

But Dallas looks at the two boys and shakes his head "nah"

Aye!?, you thought you're eyes widen looking at Dallas as he looks forward, you look away and look down at you're feet walking.

The four of you stop in the lot and Johnny and Ponyboy sit down on the old broken car seat as Dallas leans against the big tree smoking one of his cigarette's and you just stood in front of them not knowing what to say or do.

"whats wrong with ya Y/N?"

Ponyboy asks looking at you causing Johnny and Dallas to look at you, you shrug and sit on a rock opposite the three boys.

"Just excited for Darry's roast dinner"

Johnny nods smiling a little at you as Ponyboy and Dallas look at each other talking about some random stuff.

Johnny mouths if you're ok and you nod smiling you're eyes glancing at Dallas and seeing him act normal and grinning at Ponyboy as he talks.

After a few hours of all four of you talking non-stop it was time to get back to the curtis household. The four of you are walking towards the house.

You and Dallas are behind Johnny and Ponyboy. You weren't talking to Dallas you didn't want to.

"hey whats up with you, hm?"

Dallas whispers to you, you look at him and glare at him and whispers back "you know whats wrong"

"oh come on, im not going to tell them how we kissed and stuff"

Dallas says rolling his eyes and walking more in front of you now, You fast walk to catch up with him but you could tell Dallas was now mad at you.

You guys reach the Curtis household and go in seeing Two-bits, Steve, Darry and Sodapop already there.

"Hey here they are!!"

Sodapop says standing up from the chair and hugging his little brother Ponyboy.

You sit next to Steve on the couch and Dallas sits opposite next to Johnny.

"excited for food?"

Sodapop asks looking at you, you nod smiling wide "i've been excited all day"

All the boys talk about random stuff and you do chime in a little but mostly watch the tv of Mickey Mouse.

You catch a glimpse at Dallas looking at you, But you look away and you're eyes land on Darry in the kitchen cooking away.

You stand up and walk into the kitchen towards Darry, you see the table was set and Darry cooking away.

"Hey Darry"

you say smiling at him sitting at the table watching him, Darry glances at you a huge smile on his face "Hey there Y/N, whats up?"

Darry could see behind you're fake smile. He was good at that you frown and look at him now and Darry puts down what he was doing and fully looks at you.

"tell me"

"It's really hard to explain....."

Darry sighs and walks to you and sits next to you at the table, Darry was always helpful with feelings and emotions.

"just say what you think and i'll puzzle it together"

"ok well, Dallas and me we kissed today and it felt special and Johnny and Ponyboy asked if Dallas was going for any girls and he bluntly said no....which i don't know why hurt my feels"

Darry nods along as you explain and once you were done he smiles a little "We all know Dally, he hates explaining all that mushy emotion shit, and he hates it when people know his buisness"

Darry was right and you hated that, you look away and sigh but then Darry softly punches you're upper arm and says "oh come onnnnn, Dallas will open to all of us about you soon"

This causes you to laugh and you look at him giggle, Darry smiles and stands up and carries on cooking.

After a while Darry was finished and all the boys come in and sit around the table, Dallas looked like he was about to sit next to you but he didn't.

You glare at him but stop and watch as Darry places the roast chicken in the middle of the table.

All the boys quickly compliment Darry's food and thank him and they all dig in.

Some of the boys grabbing the roast chicken first and some grabbing the roast potatoes and you just grabbed what was close to you which was the steamed broccoli.

The boys begin too gobble down as they all talk to each other s you just listen to them.

"hey Y/N, i heard from kids at school that the soc Benny James likes you"

Ponyboy says snickering to Johnny next to him, you stop eating look across at Ponyboy. You swallow the food in you're mouth and you glance at Dallas to see him already looking at you but he looks down at his plate.

"really?'

"yeah, apparently"

You smirk as an idea pops in you're head "well i might take up that offer, i mean i ain't got no guy in mind"

This earned a mix reaction from all the boys, Some of them go "Ew a soc?!" and some went "ooohh"

Darry shoots you unimpressed look knowing what you were doing, you glance at Dallas who was still looking down at his plate but was eating like he wasn't bothered.

"anyway, how is school Ponyboy, Y/N?"

Darry asks look in between you and Ponyboy, Ponyboy shrugs and tells him he was doing ok earning a eye roll from Darry, Darry then looks at you.

"oh um, im doing good at school. Passed Maths, Drama and Music"

Darry smiles and nods and he begins eating again, Silence fills the room there was some sort of tenion in the room but nobody could put their finger on it.

"hmm, lovely dinner Darry"

Sodapop says to break the awkwardness, Darry nods and smiles. Finally everyone finished and you stood up first "im going to head home"

Dallas stands up after you "me too, I'll walk ya home Y/N"

The boys look be tween you to and watch as you guys leave, As you two reached down the road of the Curtis household.

"what are you playing at?"

Dallas asks glancing at you, you look at him fully "What!!?, Im playing!?"

"Yes you!!"

You and Dallas begin to yell at each other on the side street, you both stop both out of breath.

""ok, this is childish" You say, Dallas nods a little and then huffs

"this was a mistake"

Ouch, you thought, all the anger, hurt, love and respect for Dallas drained from you. How dare he say this to you.

Dallas begins to walk away from you, you had a little bit of spark inside you that was telling you to go after him but you thought there was no point. Once Dallas thinks a way he stays in that way

You walk down the street the other way not knowing what to do with yourself.

As Dallas and you are walking further and further away from each other another negative thought pops into both you're heads about each other.

"dickhead"

You whisper to yourself shaking you're head and walking in the dark alone, At this time of night it was dangerous to walk home alone. Many things happen people jump you, Rob you, catcalling, kidnaps and the list goes on.

But of course you weren't thinking about that you were thinking about Dallas.

The deeper into the night you freeze when you hear a whistle, you look behind you and then around you but you saw nothing and carried on walking.

Another whistle fills the silence of the night making you freeze again and you look around but this time you saw car lights on across the street.

You fast walked and then hear a car door slam and laughter erupt from the darkness. You glance and see Socs walking up to you laughing.

You knew them from school but you caarried on fast ealking not wanting to talk to them but they wouldn't take that.

"Oi Y/N"

You knew it was them talking to you so you ignored them but then you hear them call you again and to follow someone grabs your shoulder and spins you around.

"Get off me!" you yell yanking yourself away and looking at the four boys. Instead of saying sorry or even shock they laugh.

"relax Y/N, come to the drive in with us"

One boy asks looking at the boys then back at you, you shake you're head fast and begin to walk away but another boy grabs your upper arm tight and begins to pull you a little.

"we won't bite" One says snickering as another makes a comment about "maybe getting lucky"

For some reason you felt like crying, as the boys pull you a little closer to there car you hear someone yell you're name from the distance.

The boys and you stop, you were trembling and yank yourself away from the boys and take a few steps away from the boys looking as you hear another cry of you're name.

All of a sudden you see Dallas!!

He looked pissed off as he was fast walking towards the boys, you're eyes follow down to his hand and he was holding his pocket knife.

The boys all look at each other shocked as they see a greaser walking towards them anger on his face.

They had no knives or anything to protect themselves from Dallas so they ran to their car getting in, When Dallas saw them run he chased them to give them more fear.

Once they get into their car they speed off, Dallas stops chasing them, his back was turned to you.

Silence fills the cold night as you stare at Dallas's back you could see he was breathing heavily from the anger.

"What were you thinking"

He says not tuning to look at you but putting his blade away,

"what was i thinking?!, You're the one who told me This was a mistake, I was a mistake"

Dallas suddenly turns around and marches towards you like he was going to hit you, you flinch ashe got right up to you're face he points his finger at you and says in a low but raspy voice.

"Your not a mistake, and you know damn well i didn't mean that"

You both look into each others eyes you felt a feeling pushing you forward and so did Dallas and both of you're lips connect causing Dallas to grab you're chin and kissing you deeper.

The only thought in you're head was

How could us....We be a mistake

[jkvjimin]

JIKOOK ㅡ are you sure?!

@kpopcreators event 07: duos

[gaylactic-fire]

Let it be known I first got turned down from childcare college because I (stupidly) disclosed my disability during the interview, and it immediately turned into ableist assumptions, mostly stemming from "well what if you have to lift a child?"

Today not only do I LOVE working in the field, but I've realised children are light as fuck, and I too, cannot resist the allure of uppies

[soullessjack]

“kids and toddlers can be autistic too” yea no shit sherlock! I was both of those at one point in time and that’s why I even have this blog to begin with. the problem is you are constantly making a canon 20-something year old into that toddler and in the vast majority of this content his autism isn’t even noticeable in the backdrop of normal toddler behaviors and traits.

not even getting into how limited everything is for autistic/disabled adults in general, including representation in media that doesn’t make us into bad jokes or tall children. cough cough. read tags also.

[seventh-district]

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[giddlygoat]

if u dont mind me asking, what do u use to draw? (program/device) cuz your art is super clean and i also love your handwriting !!

i use procreate on an ipad pro! it’s my favorite art program by FAR. simple UI that still provides rich tools. it allows me to do everything i could ever want currently. also, thank you SO much!!!! i take pride in my handwriting. i think it looks like that because i grew up loving comic books with hand lettering lawl

[thatfaerieprincess]

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[coridallasmultipass]

GUYS I'M CRYING THEY'RE SO FREAKING CUTE!! AAAA ALL I NEEDED WAS A COUPLE PIPE CLEANERS FROM THE HARDWARE STORE AND NOW I HAVE MORE PLUSHIES HHHH...

[meowrimo]

eeee happy wednesday & good day my friendz ! ! wishing you all the bestest day and i hope you find something that makes you smile :3 !

love this gif sm bc he dances to the beat of almost every song i’ve put on in the last little while lmfaooo

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Oh gosh, is your fur baby okay? It's always so terrible when they're sick... I'll keep you both in my thoughts ❤️

Depends on your definition of okay, but I'm considerably less stressed now than I was earlier so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and thanks for thinking of my boy 🥺

[skrunksthatwunk]

so i didn't finish the paper on time but on the plus side i Almost know how to play mahjong now

[cuteniaarts]

Greyscale Midori sketch because I’m low-key artblocked