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Im so Jason pilled rn can you do a Jason Todd fluff/comfort plspls I’ve got a really specific situation in mind 😭 Need him to take care of his sick girlfriend while they were havinf a “slumber party” in the manor with the whole family and Jason just wouldn’t leave his gf
The One
Jason Todd x fem!Reader
warning: fluff, sick reader, everyone being chaotic (are we surprised?), sassy damian, duke being a sweetheart (I love this guy sm)
A/N: I LOVE THISSSSS AHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. It seems like my obsession with Jason is only growing… Honestly, I don’t mind.
The living room at the manor was covered in blankets and almost empty bowls of popcorn while some random movie played ignored in the background because nobody in the room could stop talking long enough to actually watch it. Dick was loudly explaining why his movie choice was superior, Steph kept throwing gummy bears at him every time he spoke and Tim looked half asleep beneath three blankets despite claiming he wasn’t tired.
Somewhere near the fireplace, Damian sat with a judgmental expression like participating in movie night was personally beneath him despite the fact that he had been there for two hours already.
Jason sat curled up on the couch with you practically glued to his side. Actually no, correction. You were basically laying on top of him at this point.
Your head rested against his chest while his arms stayed wrapped tightly around you beneath the blanket, one hand constantly moving between your forehead and your neck checking your temperature every five minutes like he didn’t trust the thermometer Alfred already used.
“Jay,” you mumbled hoarsely. “if you check my fever one more time I’m biting you.”
“You threaten me like this while I care about you? You wound me.” he says with fake hurt in his voice.
“You gave me orange juice and panic.”
Jason looked offended. “I also gave you cough drops.”
You sighed dramatically before immediately coughing afterward. Jason’s expression changed instantly, concern replaced teasing so fast it almost made your chest hurt.
“Easy there,” he murmured, rubbing your back carefully. “Baby, your throat still hurts?”
“A little.”
“A little…” he repeated skeptically like he didn’t believe you for a second. You looked miserable. Your cheeks were warm from fever, your voice sounded wrecked and every time you swallowed your face pinched slightly like it hurt. Jason had noticed every single symptom immediately the second you arrived at the manor earlier. Now he refused to let you move more than three feet away from him. Not that you had much energy to argue anymore.
“You know,” Dick said from the floor nearby, “normal people usually avoid getting close to sick people.”
Jason didn’t even look away from you. “Good thing none of us are normal.”
“Speak for yourself!” Tim muttered sleepily, acting like he is the only person in the room knowing damn well he is the quite opposite.
“You fell asleep in a moving car and woke up in a Taco Bell parking lot once.”
“That happened one time.” Tim silently yells as he tries to defend himself.
“Three times.” Duke corrected while walking into the room carrying medicine and bottled water. Honestly, Duke had silently accepted the role of responsible older sibling at this point. Without saying a word, he handed you the medicine while Jason adjusted the blanket around your shoulders again.
“You’re an angel.” You told Duke seriously.
“I know.” Duke replied calmly with a small smile on his face. You swallowed the medicine carefully before collapsing right back against Jason’s chest with a miserable groan.
Jason immediately rested his chin against the top of your head. “Poor thing.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“What? Taking care of my sick girlfriend?”
“You’ve called me baby thirty six times tonight.”
“That’s actually lower than usual.” yeahhhh that sounds right. That is actually lower than usual.
Across the room, Damian looked up from his book with visible annoyance before muttering something under his breath in Arabic. Cass immediately covered her mouth trying not to laugh.
Jason narrowed his eyes. “What did he say?”
Damian looked completely unbothered while tossing a piece of popcorn directly at Jason’s forehead with sniper level precision.
“He said you’re behaving like an overprotective stray dog.” Bruce translated nonchalantly.
“I am going to throw you into an active traffic,” Jason informed Damian flatly. Damian didn’t even bother looking up even though Jason just threw an active thread towards him.
“You would have to release your mate first.” The room went dead silent. Dick choked. Steph wheezed so hard she fell off the couch laughing.
Jason looked genuinely horrified. “I’m sorry now… my what?”
Damian looked back down at his book calmly. “You heard me.”
Meanwhile your feverish brain completely collapsed while heat rushed to your face.
“Oh my god.” Steph gasped between laughs. “He’s actually blushing.”
“I hate you all.” Jason muttered.
“You love us.” Dick corrected immediately.
“I specifically love like three people here.” You smiled weakly into Jason’s hoodie while his arm tightened slightly around you. Even embarrassed out of his mind, he still kept rubbing slow circles against your back. Damian glanced up one final time before muttering something else in Arabic while shaking his head.
“What did he say now?” Jason asked suspiciously.
Bruce answered immediately. “He said if Y/N falls asleep on you, you’re legally not allowed to move.”
Jason looked down at you curled against his chest. Then shrugged once.
“Wasn’t planning to anyway.”
They’re so cuteee
𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ✷ established relationship. domestic arguments. fluff & angst. financially reckless behavior. independent!reader. morally gray income sources. soft!red hood. bickering. slightly clingy jason. implied violence. criminal interrogation. protective behavior. unhealthy coping mechanisms disguised as acts of service. rich boyfriend problems.
Dating an independent woman, Jason had learned, was an exercise in chronic frustration. Not the exhausting kind—the kind that settled warm beneath his ribs, irritating and addictive in equal measure. The kind that made him want to grind his teeth one second and kiss her stupid the next. Because loving y/n was easy. Christ, it was the easiest thing he’d ever done. Existing around her, however, was another story entirely.
She refused help with the same ferocity Jason usually reserved for gunfights and emotional repression.
And that was saying something.
Amazing honestly 10/10 no words
Lovers, together
(Percy x Reader, in which, little moments that are in the relationship of two lovers) fluff
Dating Percy had many pros with very little cons. Your day to day life was perfect, dating Percy made you feel like the richest person ever. And when you went on quests together he was absolutely reckless, it was the fear of you getting hurt that drove him to act before thinking.
When you started dating during camp seasons, he would somehow convince you to sleep in his cabin, or, for him to sleep in your cabin.
“I don’t know, I really don’t feel like walking alone to my cabin” he would groan dramatically with a side eye to see if you were caving in
“I could walk you” you offer as he furrowed his brows
“Then it’s not safe for you to walk back alone” he said as he frowned
“Plus, I’ll be alone” he added and hoped you would take pity on him
“You have Tyson” you say
“You know what I mean, alone with nobody to hug” he said with a smile already forming, but by the time you were getting ready to answer, he took your hand and dragged you to his cabin while laughing
If it wasn’t his cabin, it was yours. He would walk you to your cabin and yawn dramatically
“I’m so tired I can pass out right now” he says eyeing down your bed behind you
“Better get back to your cabin fast then” you laugh as he leaned on the doorframe
“Or… I could crash here?” He smiled as you rolled your eyes
He would laugh and run inside with you in his arms, crashing you both on the bed as he pulled the blanket over the two of you, your half sibling groaning at the laughs from you two.
The sun would shine bright into your eyes and you blink slowly, your eyes clearing to the sight of Percy hugging you tightly. While you slept in the night he would drag himself to your side of the bed, his side of the bed was empty while he took up room on your pillow, it was only because he didn’t want you rolling away from him. He blinked and looked at you with a tired smile
“Morning” he says as you plug your nose dramatically at his morning breath
“We’re way too in love to care about morning breath” he scoffed
“We?” You joked as he furrowed his brows and it only meant one thing.
The sound of you and Percys laughter rang out from outside, he tickled spots he learned were your weak spots and peppered kisses all over your face to get you “used to” his morning breath.
When it was time for school outside of camp, you would wake up to your phone ringing. You pick up and he would sound like he hadn’t even tried to sleep
“Did I wake you?” He would whisper so it wouldn’t be too loud for you
“No Percy, I’m wide awake at this time” you say sarcastically while he let out a laugh
“I just miss my girl, she’s probably crying because she has the whole pillow to herself now” he joked
“Tears of joy” you correct as he could practically feel you rolling your eyes
“Don’t lie to me Mrs. Jackson” he said but you knew he had a growing smile
“I’m telling Mrs. Jackson that you’re the reason why you wake up late for school” you say as you smiled at the mere thought of his mom taking your side
“Well she tells you to call her Sally, so I’ll just tell her you call her Mrs. Jackson” he says and you laughed, he had a huge smile at the sound of your laugh, he missed you, a lot.
It was a night Percy had made you mad. You argued back and forth but it stormed outside relentlessly.
“Y/n, I don’t want us to go to bed mad at each other. It’s not safe to drive in this weather” he says as thunder interrupted him.
After you told him you weren’t angry with him, he knew it was a complete lie. It isn’t like you just started dating. When he insisted you sleep in his bed you put a pillow wall between the both of you and closed your eyes. It wasn’t even five minutes before Percy threw the pillow across the room and went to your side. You were too tired to move away and Percy already seemed to relax with you in his arms
After school while you ate a snack, he would call. When you would answer, he would ask you a question that made you think, and obviously, each time was different
“Would you still love me if I had turned into an animal of the sea because my powers?”
“What if we were rocks, would you be able to spot me in a crowd full of rocks?”
“If you had my powers what would you do?”
“Hypothetically, what if I made a hole in the wall?”
And many, many more. He started doing it the first week of the relationship after seeing couples calling and laughing, talking just because. The first time he tried it, it worked perfectly, it’s something that Percy tried once and never stopped.
Movie nights between you two was its own romantic movie, he would bring you popcorn and snacks and sit too close to you, if you dare to scoot a bit to the opposite side he would stare at you and check if you were angry at him. When he knew you weren’t, he would scoot even closer than before and do that cheesy fake yawn and rest his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in and pressing a loud obnoxious kiss to your cheek.
One time, Sally had gone to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, it was late at night and when she reached the kitchen she saw the warm lighting seeping through from the kitchen. She squinted to see clearer and saw Percy scooping you ice cream as you and him talked mindlessly about ocean animals
“Dolphins are evil” He reminded as you nodded
“Would you save me if a dolphin was attacking me?” You ask as he rose a brow and side eyed you
“Would I? Of course I would” he laughed
“I wouldn’t save you” you joked as he laughed, jokingly falling into you and “biting” your cheek with exaggerated noises as you laughed and swatted at his chest. Once he finally pulled away he smiled at you and shook his head
“For you” he said kissing your forehead and giving you the bowl of ice cream he scooped to the exact amount he knew wouldn’t make your stomach hurt and wouldn’t leave you hungry
Sally watched from afar and knew this was everything she wanted for her son, love, happiness, and comfort.
Another time while visiting the Jackson household you wandered around aimlessly while Percy was showering. He came out the shower fully dressed but hair drenched, he was already smiling and jogging to you so he could see if you liked his new body wash but his jaw dropped in horror as Sally showed you baby photos of Percy.
“Mom!” He exclaimed and snatched the photo album away, his face growing red and clenched it shut
“She didn’t know you all of it… right?…” he says hopefully as you and his mom began laughing together.
“Seriously?” He grumbled and flopped next to you, resting his chin on your shoulder
“New body wash” he added in
Percy visited you frequently, you often went to the Jackson household, you would go on dates together, hang out for days, and just soak in the comfort of being together. At camp, Percy would trail after you and help you with your chores, walk you to your cabin, and stick by you. You and Percy would always be lovers, together.
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A little random one shots but all mixed in together because I am hungry for a gentleman boyfriend like Percy. I have been on a Luke writing streak and I’m finally breaking it, I don’t know how to fell (slushynoobz plz) I hope you enjoyed, kisses kisses💋
I don’t want someone like Percy, I WANT PERCY
🪭qiu
not to be dramatic but i would die for them
QIU IS GORGEOUS AAAAAZKZJJSFKDGKSLGJAK
“yeah i read a lot!”
“oh awesome! What books do you read?”
Found myself doing this is a boring class, thought it would be a cool fic idea:
YN writes her crush's initials on her wrist's pulse point and he finds out.
Harry/fem!reader
Ink and Impulse ♡ | H.Potter ★
"Look, I didn’t mean to fall for the girl who writes initials on her wrist like she’s living in a teenage diary entry… but then I found out they were my initials, and well — what was I supposed to do? Not tease her relentlessly and then fall hopelessly in love? Yeah, right."
pairing : Harry Potter x fem!reader
summary : Writing your crush's initials on your wrist is harmless… unless your crush happens to be Harry Potter, who’s absolutely insufferable once he finds out.
warnings : Light teasing and playful embarrassment, Secondhand embarrassment (Harry is a menace, you've been warned), Excessive flirting and wrist kissing, Mild language, Shameless romantic fluff, Ron being utterly clueless, Hermione being 100% done with everyone, Boyfriend Harry with zero chill. Please let me know if I missed any.
author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.
della's note : This was such a cute idea!!! Thanks for requesting lovie!
word count : 0.7k
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Getting back into my hp phase I think
friendzoned (h.p.)
Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader
Word Count: 9.5k
Summary: Don't fall in love with your best friend unless you're ready to have your heart broken.
A/N: Happy Belated Valentine's my babiesss sorry it took so long to post i actually got pretty sick last weekend so i wasnt able to finish the fic on time but i hope you enjoy!
credits to @saradika-graphics for the divider
THANK GOODNESS MY HEART WASN’T BROKEN
Chapter 10 of Dating Killmulator:
So real it was the only thing I was thinking
Flowers n Promises - A Cain Fic
You’re going around the kitchen, focused on whatever you were doing— something simple, something normal— when you feel it. That slight shift in the air that says that your husband is here.
You feel the presence behind you, but you don’t turn around. Not yet. You’ve learned. If you react too quickly, he gets smug about it. If you ignore him, he gets worse.
So you stay still.
“…You’re hovering,” you say flatly.
Silence. For a beat, maybe two.
Then a low chuckle comes out.
“Hovering?” Cain repeats, voice amused, like you just said something ridiculous. “That’s a bit harsh. I’d call it… appreciating the view.”
You roll your eyes, turning slightly—ready to tell him off—
And stop.
Because he’s not empty-handed.
There’s… flowers.
Was today something special? Oh no no no no. There’s no way you forgot a special date. And there’s certainly no way you still don’t know what that special date is.
Your stomach drops instantly.
Your grip tightens slightly around whatever you were holding, your brain scrambling—fast, frantic, spiraling.
It is definitely not your anniversary, you’d just gotten married a couple weeks ago. It’s certainly not your birthday.
Some weird “first time we did something ridiculously specific” date that only Cain Montgomery would remember just to hold it over your head forever?
Oh, this is bad.
This is really, really bad.
You stare at the flowers, the really beautiful flowers that include your favourites and other pretty ones, like they might magically explain themselves. You wish they had the mouths to. That they could whisper it into your ear. Telepathy would be nice about now. It would’ve made things so much more easier.
Think, girl, think.
The first time you met? Definitely not.
The first time he became a teacher just so J*se would leave you alone? Nope.
The first time you took care of him, and consequently found Gius’ fanfiction and read it to him? Nope, you remember that day quite well…
“…Did I forget something?” you ask slowly, carefully— like you’re trying to defuse a bomb.
Cain goes quiet.
You can practically hear the non-existent crickets.
And that might just be worse than anything.
A beat passes. Then two.
You panic in your head, thinking. Scrambling for something, anything your brain can remember.
Cain breaks the silence.
“…Wow,” he says slowly.
That’s all it takes to make your heart drop.
“Oh— Oh my— I— Cain I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I just—”
He lets out a snort.
You freeze for a moment before looking up, eyes narrowing.
“…You’re enjoying this.”
His mouth curves, that smug, insufferable grin sliding into place like it belongs there. “A little.”
“You’re the worst.” you mutter, still trying to scramble for a singular moment you two might have had that was special today.
“Mmm, yeah and you’re panicking,” he counters easily, stepping closer, watching you like this is the best entertainment he’s had all week.
You clutch the counter. “Cain.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Tell me what I forgot.”
He tilts his head, pretending to think about it, dragging it out just enough to make your eye twitch. “Mmm… no.”
You blink, “Cain—”
“You should see your face right now.”
You inhale sharply. “I hate you so much.”
“No, you don’t.”
…Annoyingly, he’s right.
You glare at him anyway. “If this is something important—”
“It’s not.” he says, very simply. It seemed too simple an answer for you when you’ve been panicking in your head non-stop.
“…What?”
“It’s not,” he repeats, even simpler this time. “You didn’t forget anything.”
Then your shoulders drop just a little, relief mixing immediately with irritation. “You are actually the worst kind of person.”
“Mm… So I’ve been told.”
“Why do you have flowers then?”
There’s a subtle shift in the air. The teasing doesn’t fully disappear, but it softens at the edges, like something quieter is sitting underneath it.
Cain steps closer again, closing the space like it’s nothing, like he always does.
“Do I need a reason?” he asks.
“Yes,” you say immediately. “Because you’re you. You don’t do anything without reason.” That earns you a quiet huff of amusement, “Fair.”
He glances down at the flowers for a second, then back at you.
“They looked like something you’d like,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “So I got them.”
Just like that.
No big speech. No dramatic build-up.
Just… that.
You stare at him. “…That’s it?”
He nods, the smirk coming back, “That’s it.” “You’re telling me,” you start slowly, “that I just had a full internal crisis… for no reason?” “I wouldn’t say no reason,” he murmurs, stepping closer, voice dipping just enough to make your chest tighten. “You care enough to panic.”
You huff, looking away. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Mmmm…”
You glance back at the flowers, then at him.
“…You actually thought of me.”
Cain lifts a brow, that sly smirk still there— a little softer, “I usually do.”
“That’s not— you know what I mean.”
His gaze lingers on you for a second too long—steady, unreadable, but not teasing this time, “Like I said, I usually do.”
Your heart does that stupid thing again and you can feel your cheeks heating.
“‘Nice,’” he repeats, unimpressed. “That’s all I get?”
“Shut up… I’m processing.”
“Process without making it sound like you’re talking about a chair.” he mutters, “Take your time, I’ve got all day.” it’s meant to be cheeky and you know you should swat him, but it comes out softer than it should.
You hesitate for a second… then reach out, taking the flowers from him.
Your fingers brush his, and—of course—he doesn’t move his hand away right away.
He never does.
“They’re beautiful.” you murmur, blushing. Your fingers curl slightly around the stems. “…Really pretty,” you admit, softer now. “I love them. Thank you.”
His expression doesn’t change much— but you feel it. That subtle shift. That small, satisfied ease he doesn’t show to anyone else.
He looks at you. Just you— standing there, holding the flowers he picked, saying you love them.
His shoulders ease just slightly. His jaw loosens. That ever-present smirk doesn’t disappear—but it softens again at the edges, like it’s not doing all the work for once.
Then you feel his hand on your chin, tilting it up to look at him.
“Look at me when you say that,” he murmurs.
“I was looking at you. I am looking at you.”
“Sweetheart.”
Your breath catches a little, but you do.
“Thank you, Cain. For the beautiful, just-because flowers.”
The words hang between you.
“…Yeah,” he says, low, “Anytime, sweetheart…”
You stay like that, looking at each other. Then you swallow, breaking the silence, still holding the flowers between you. “…You’re being suspiciously normal right now.”
“Don’t get used to it.” The corners of his smirk twitch.
“Aaaand there it is.”
“Missed it, didn’t you?”
“Only a little…” you scoff, though it comes out more breathless.
His smug grin slowly widens.
“Careful,” he murmurs. “Keep admitting things like that and I might start thinking you like me.”
You roll your eyes, but your voice comes out quieter. “I married you.”
“Ah, technicalities…”
“Cain—”
His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck,
“You love them?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I know.” His gaze sharpens just a little—not harsh, just intent.
“Because I picked them,” he says simply, “For you.”
Your gaze softens, any teasing or defiant glint gone. Your grip on the bouquet softens.
“…I love them,” you repeat, this time slower. “Because you picked them.” He lets out a subtle exhale, as if your words were oxygen.
“Good.”
You tilt your head slightly, studying him. “…You wanted me to like them that much?”
“I don’t do things halfway.”
“Not what I asked.”
There’s a slight pause as he looks into your eyes.
“Yeah…”
You smile adoringly at him, your grip on the flowers tightening once again.
He glances down at them, then back at you, eyes flicking with that familiar glint again. “Put them somewhere before you crush them,” he mutters.
You scoff lightly. “I’m not crushing them.”
“Yeah you are.” he responds, gaze dropping to your lips as he seems unfocused on the conversation.
“Cain—” He leans in before you can finish. There’s no tease to it. He doesn’t hover out of reach.
He kisses you properly, like you’re something he wants— something he needs.
Your hand instinctively grabs his shirt again, flowers pressed carefully between you as you lean into him.
The kitchen. The quiet. The stupid little panic from earlier—it all melts into nothing but him.
Cain Montgomery kisses you like he means it. Your fingers tighten in his shirt without thinking, pulling him closer as the flowers get slightly crushed between you both—petals brushing against your wrist, soft and warm and real. His hand at the back of your neck firms just a little, holding you there—not forcing, just… not letting you drift away either.
His other hand slides to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel the way he exhales against your lips— quiet, controlled, but heavier than usual
His hand slips from your neck to your wrist again, thumb brushing lightly over your pulse—like he needs to feel it. Like he needs to remind himself you’re right here. With him.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
You blink up at him, raising a stubborn brow, still dizzy from the kiss, “How am I the trouble here?”
His mouth curves faintly. “You make me do things like this.” he gestures to the flowers.
You glance down at the flowers again, then back at him. “…You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Didn’t say that.” he says, softer.
He leans in again—not a kiss this time, though you very much wish it was, just close enough that his voice brushes against your lips. “Go put them in water,” he murmurs. “Before you actually do crush them.”
You look at his lips— you can’t help it, before swallowing.
His smug grin is back as he nudges toward the sink, “Go on.”
You huff softly, but you listen this time, turning just enough to reach for a vase, carefully adjusting the flowers like they’re something precious. You look at them for a moment before feeling your husband’s gaze and turning around.
“…Cain?” you say after a second.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
Your eyes soften once more, “Thank you… Again. For this.”
He doesn’t answer right away, coming close to you and kissing you, softly this time.
Your hand stills against the vase, the flowers resting safely now, forgotten for a second as he tilts his head just slightly—deepening it, but not rushing. Just enough to make your chest tighten again, just enough to make you lean into him without thinking. His hand finds your waist again, gentler this time. Anchoring, not claiming.
Then he looks at you, his gaze softer than ever.
“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”
HEYYY CAN WE GET ANOTHER TAMAKI UPDATE PLEASE LOVE YOUR WRITING BUT I NEED SOME MORE OF MY BOY TAMAKI PLEASE 🫶🏻🫶🏻
heehee yes i will ALWAYS write for my man :3
Floor time
Tamaki Amajiki x Reader
this is so stupid and so short but i giggled while writing it so i hope u can giggle reading it
WRONG NUMBER ⸻ HITOSHI SHINSO ; gn! reader
SYNOPSIS — the strange unknown number you vented to about your crush ends up being your crush. INCLUDES — college + modern au!, smau, crack, fluff, shinso is y/n's campus crush.
ROLES REVERSED VERSION ᡣ𐭩 •。 main masterlist — mha masterlist ꪆৎ ˚⋅
NOTE — if you guys didn't get it, the 'diary entry' shinso wrote wasn't entirely made up bc he acc was staring at y/n LOL! i love his smartass.
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WOWOWOWOWOW ONE OF THE BEST SMAUS IVE SEEN IN A WHILE
ཐིཋྀ Arguing w katsuki in the car bout his new secretary who openly flirts w him
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You told yourself it was nothing.
Katsuki’s former secretary had recently been forced to retire after a severe injury left him paralyzed, and Katsuki hadn’t wasted a second hiring a replacement. The new secretary was a girl—no big deal, you told yourself. She was efficient, friendly—and pretty. Too pretty. But Katsuki treated her like he treated everyone else; barking orders, tossing paperwork, never giving her more attention than necessary. Still, you swallowed the unease and told yourself you were imagining things. That it didn’t matter.
Until it wasn't.
Your shift didn’t start until 1 p.m—you were only on a half day. You were texting Katsuki when you casually asked if he’d eaten lunch yet.
And strangely enough, he said no.
You smiled at your phone, already standing from the couch. A sweet idea bloomed in your chest, and before you could overthink it, you were already in the kitchen, packing him a proper meal.
And not just that.
You decided you’d drop it off at his agency yourself.
You were known there— Dynamight’s girlfriend. You’d been around since the very beginning. Everyone knew that while the agency was filled with katsuki's explosive temperament, there was always one bright corner.
You.
The sunshine that softened the rough edges. You’d made a name for yourself.
..Just not to everyone, apparently.
You barely made it three steps inside the agency when she appeared at his side— heels clicking softly against the floor. She laughed at something he said, something that hadn’t even been funny, and leaned in close enough that her shoulder brushed his arm.
Once.
Then again.
Her eyes flicked to you— she smiled.
Sweet. Deliberate. Territorial.
This bitch.
Katsuki didn’t notice. He never did.
“Hey,” he said instead, glancing at the lunch bag in your hands. “You didn’t have to—”
You handed it to him without a word and turned away before your hands could start shaking, before your eyes could betray you.
By the time he picked you up from work later that night, the tension in the car was suffocating. The engine hummed beneath you. City lights blurred past the windows. You kept your eyes fixed outside, jaw tight.
Katsuki’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He could feel the anger rolling off you in waves, thick enough to choke on. His jaw clenched— he didn’t like this silence, not when it came from you.
He was used to your warm smile and affectionate nature.
Not whatever this is.
His sharp eyes flicked toward you. But you were still staring out the window. Not looking at him.
“The hell’s your problem?” he snapped finally, red eyes cutting sideways to your profile.
“You’ve been actin’ like a damn ghost all day.”
You stayed silent, eyes fixed on the window, only blinking as the city lights smeared across the glass.
Katsuki snorted, irritation curling tight in his chest. He couldn’t stand your cold indifference. It was pissing him off.
“You givin’ me the silent treatment now? Seriously?” He said in annoyance, his tone filled with irritation.
“What the hell’s wrong with you? You’ve been like this all damn day. What’s your problem?”
He repeats. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, veins standing out along his forearms before he spoke again.
“You gonna tell me what crawled up your ass?”
You laughed once, sharp and humorless.
“You’re funny.” you said flatly, still staring out the window.
Katsuki's jaw clenched tightly as his irritation spiked at your sarcastic retort.
“Oh, great. Now you’re gettin’ sassy. How lovely.” His eyes flicked toward you.
“You’ve been actin’ like a damn ice princess since I picked you up. C'mon, what’s the issue? You on your period or somethin’?”
That did it.
A vein popped at your temple, your eye twitching as you took a slow, measured breath through your nose.
“Oh, I don’t know,” you said coolly. “Figure it out."
Katsuki scoffed, frustration rising.
“You know I’m crap with that emotional bullshit. You think I wanna play a damn guessing game right now?" He snapped.
"You're the one who's pissed off, so friggin tell me what the hell is wrong with you!"
Then, you finally spoke, voice tight, teeth clenched.
“Your secretary.”
Katsuki's expression faltered for a brief second before his annoyance flared up again.
“My secretary?” he shot back.
“The hell do you have against her? She just works for me.”
His eyes narrowed as he glanced at you.
“What about her?”
“That,” you said, finally turning to him, brows drawn tight. “Exactly that.”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at your words, clearly confused by your response.
Then, he scowled slightly, not understanding your frustration.
"What the hell do you mean 'exactly that'?" He growled. "She's just doin' her job, babe. Why are you all bent outta shape over it?"
“No, Katsuki,” you snapped. “She’s doing you— or at least trying to.”
You rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue as you leaned back in your seat. “And don’t ‘babe’ me.”
Katsuki’s expression darkened instantly, red eyes narrowing as he scoffed in disbelief that you were suggesting such a thing.
"Doing me? What are you even talking about? And I'll say 'babe' to you whenever I damn well please."
He retorted back, his tone becoming more sharp as the tension in the car thickened.
Then, sharper—warning laced through his voice—
“You watch your mouth.”
“Then you open your eyes,” you fired back almost immediately.
Katsuki's irritation flared up even more with that. He felt like you were underestimating his intelligence.
“I have damn eyes,” he snarks. “And what I’m seeing is you bein’ irrationally jealous for no goddamn reason.”
That hurt more than you expected.
Because you weren't jealous for nothing, you've seen it all. Every look. Every touch. And the fact that he hadn’t—that he didn’t care enough to see it—made your chest burn.
“Pull over,” you said suddenly, sitting up and already reaching for your seatbelt.
Katsuki blinked.“What?”
He glanced at the road, then back at you.
“The hell? We’re still twenty minutes from the house.”
You didn’t answer. Seeing the firm set of your jaw, he knew arguing with you would be pointless.
With a frustrated growl, he jerked the wheel and pulled over to the side of the road, the car shuddering to a stop. He turned toward you—
—but you were already opening the door.
Cold air rushed in as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow drifted down softly, biting against your skin, your clothes doing absolutely nothing to keep the chill out.
But you barely felt it with the mixed fury and humiliation burning within you.
“Stupid,” you muttered under your breath, teeth clenched.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
Katsuki cursed under his breath as he watched you step out of the car without another word. The anger boiling in his chest evaporated almost instantly, replaced by confusion and concern.
“Shit—”
He was out of the car a second later, boots crunching against the snow as cold air bit into his skin. Snow drifting softly around the street.
“What the hell are you doing?” he barked, calling out to you.
“Get your ass back in the car— it’s freezing out here!”
You didn’t answer. Didn’t even look back.
You just kept walking.
Katsuki felt something twist hard in his chest.
“Oi!” he shouted, irritation bleeding into worry. “Where the hell are you goin’? It’s snowing, for fuck’s sake!”
You ignored him. That was enough.
He jogged after you, catching up in a few long strides before grabbing your wrist and yanking you to a stop.
He then spun you around to face him, grip firm, breath coming out in sharp visible puffs.
“Are you stupid?” he snapped. “You’re gonna freeze your ass off out here—”
“Let go.”
Your voice was cold. Flat. It caught him off guard.
Then Katsuki froze.
Because you lifted your head then, and whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat. Your brows were trembling, eyes glassy, lips quivering despite how hard you tried to keep them steady.
His grip on your wrist loosened, his own expression softening for a moment.
“…Damn it,” He muttered under his breathe, his earlier emotions replaced with concern.
“You’re gonna catch a cold,” he said, softer now.
“You know that?”
“I don’t care,” you murmured, trying to pull your arm free. “Let me go.”
His grip tightened again— careful this time, but unyielding.
“No,” he said firmly.
“I ain't lettin’ you freeze your ass off out here just ‘cause you’re pissed.”
You haven't even processed his words, when he had already bent down and lifted you clean off your feet, hauling you over his shoulder effortlessly. Your breath hitching as his hand settled on your butt to keep you steady.
“Katsuki— what the hell—!”
“Save it,” he grunted, already turning back toward the car. “You’re not walkin’ anywhere like this.”
By the time Katsuki reached the car, whatever restraint he’d been clinging to was gone. He opened the passenger door with one sharp motion and set you down none too gently, irritation flaring as he shoved you into the seat.
Before you could protest, the seatbelt was already snapped into place, his movements rough, impatient.
“Stay put,” he muttered under his breath.
He slammed the door shut, snow crunching beneath his boots as he stalked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, jaw tight.
Once he was seated, he started the engine and turned up the heat, the warmth of the car starting to fill the interior.
While the car started moving again— He glanced over at you, his voice gruff as he spoke.
“You’re gonna tell me why you’re so pissed off."
From his side, you looked stubbornly closed off— cheeks puffed, arms crossed tight against your chest, eyes fixed anywhere but him as you muttered under your breath bitterly.
“Told you already, asshole.”
Katsuki exhaled harshly, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as his patience thinned but he tried to keep his cool for your sake.
“Yeah, you said somethin’ about my secretary, but that’s bullshit,” he snapped.
“You seriously have a problem just ‘cause she works for me? That’s ridiculous, and you know it.”
“Clearly I don’t,” you fire back, finally turning toward him. “Not when she’s hitting on you right in front of me!”
His eyes widened for half a second before he scoffed, shaking his head as he responded. He refused to believe that his own secretary would be flirting with him, let alone when you were present.
“Bullshit. She’s just being friendly, nothing more You’re being paranoid.”
That stung.
“oh, so you’re taking her side,” you said flatly, nodding as if you’d already accepted it. “Yeah. I see, I see.”
You looked down at your nails, pretending not to care—then suddenly lunged for the door handle. You yanked.
The car door didn't budge.
“What the—” You looked back at him, eyes narrowing. “Did you lock it?”
Katsuki stared, deadpanned, at you like you’d lost your damn mind.
“Of course I locked it, you idiot,” he replied, followed by a heavy sigh.
“You really think I’m gonna let you run off into the night again?”
“BECAUSE YOU’RE TAKING HER SIDE!” you shouted, frustration finally reaching it's peak.
Katsuki's expression darkened at your accusation.
“I’m not taking her damn side!” he barked back.
“She’s just doing her job, and if you think I’d ever—”
He cut himself off abruptly as something clicked within him.
His scowl deepened.
“…Wait.”
Silence stretched between you as he exhaled sharply through his nose, realization hitting hard.
“You seriously thought…?” His voice dropped low.
“Fuck no. That woman doesn’t mean shit to me compared to you. Ever.”
“That’s what I’m trying to say, dimwit,” you snapped. “When I brought you lunch, she was all over you. She saw me—and she smiled. Then she kept going.”
Katsuki’s jaw clenched, fury flashing across his face as the pieces finally fell into place.
“That bitch..” he growled under his breath.
Then he looked at you, anger shifting into something more protective.
“You should’ve told me right then,” he said.
“I would’ve thrown her delusional ass out that window.”
A pause.
“…Why didn’t you say anything?”
You leaned back against the seat, eyes drifting toward the window, frown deepening.
“Would you really have believed me then?” you muttered. “You didn’t even believe me earlier. And now you do?”
Katsuki’s expression twisted at your words— like you’d just slapped him. His pride took the hit first, but something deeper followed right after.
“Fuck… you’re right.”
The admission came rough, dragged out of him. His eyes flicked away, jaw tight, before he looked back at you— serious in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. Sincere.
"I was too pissed to listen properly earlier. Shouldn't have ignored what you were really saying."
His hand left the wheel for once— reaching toward yours where it rested on the seat between you both. He didn’t grab it; just hovered his palm over your knuckles like an apology he couldn’t quite voice yet.
“I’m firing her ass tomorrow,” he muttered instead.
You looked at him again—really looked—then smirked. Leaning in without warning, you pressed a quick, soft kiss to his lips.
Katsuki froze for half a second before instinct kicked in and he kissed you back, a soft, brief moment of connection.
Afterwards, you pulled away, leaving him stunned and slightly flushed.
You then lifted your hand between you, a pinky extended with your head tilted.
“Promise?”
He looked at it for a moment before he snorted, shaking his head with a fond scowl.
“Tch… you’re lucky I’m whipped for your dumbass,” he grumbled— but his pinky hooked around yours anyway without hesitation. “Yeah. Promise.”
She’s gone by tomorrow morning.
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The next day.
The agency doors loomed ahead as the secretary strode up, heels clicking confidently against the pavement. She barely slowed when security stepped in her path.
She frowned.
“What do you think you’re doing? I work here—let me in.”
The guards didn’t budge.
Her annoyance instantly turned to relief when familiar blond spikes came into view. Her face lit up instantly.
“Oh, thank god— Mr. Dynamight!” she called in a sweetest voice she can muster. “They won’t let me—”
Her words were cut off with a startled gasp as someone brushed past her shoulder.
“You’re in my way.”
She spun around, disbelief flashing across her face. “Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are—”
She stopped cold.
The secretary watches you as you walked straight up to Katsuki, Your hands landing on his biceps first, fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeves. Then your hand slid upward.
Not teasingly— but Intentionally.
Your fingers traced along his arm, past the curve of his shoulder, until your palm settled against his jaw. Your thumb pressed lightly beneath his cheekbone as you tilt his face just enough toward you— claiming his attention without a word, his stare fixed on you, ears faintly pink.
Only then did you glance back at her.
Your grin was wide—absolutely, nastily— vicious.
The secretary stood frozen, color draining from her face as her jaw dropped in realization.
“Uno reverse card, biatch,” you said sweetly, punctuating it with a wink.
.𖥔a/n: YOU GUYS— I’m so sorry for the delay (≧Д≦) I’ve been queuing a lot of requests, but I’m honestly struggling to formulate each one properly right now. I do have ideas for my own fics though, so I’m gonna post those for the meantime until I get past this writer’s block with requests. Thank you for being patient with me. ♡ Stay tuned for more rambles!! <3
YESSS UNO REVERSE CARD
❥you & bakugo won’t say you’re dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #1.
observed by — mina ashido
“y/n says she and bakugo aren’t dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.”
⟡
mina assumes it’s a trick of the light.
sero’s stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, mina’s quick to assume the sight’s caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesday’s physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on sero’s eyeglasses. they’re purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGP’s A-Level biology guide & pretends she isn’t observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugo’s face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, he’s simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesn’t miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #2.
observed by — sero hanta
‘bakugo swears y/n isn’t anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as ‘mine?’
miss pretty
{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}
summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.
warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.
word count: 11.4k
authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333
katsuki bakugo hated messes.
“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”
“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.
“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”
“mhm!” he chirped.
“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”
“yup yup!”
and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.
that was of course, until he met you.
Oh my gods what is this masterpiece
What my phone sees as I watch y/n do something mortifyingly embarrassing as shit and not being able to do anything about it
Pink+White
Texts with Boyfriend Shoto Todoroki !!
Dividers by @/enchanthings and sardika-graphics !!