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[eyelessadoration]

Too Close for Comfort | Osaragi x F!Reader

[Sakamoto Days AU | Slow-burn jealousy | Domestic espionage & meat buns]

You thought grabbing meat buns after a mission would be harmless. You didn’t expect Lu to be so funny. You really didn’t expect Osaragi to tail you from across the street like a jealous crow with sniper vision and unresolved issues.

Now you’re stuck in a car with three assassins, one slightly passive-aggressive snack, and a storm of feelings no one will admit to having—least of all Osaragi.

But when she finally speaks, it’s not bullets she fires—it’s something much scarier:

“You should smile like that with me, sometime.”

3.8k+ words | Angst/Comedy | Emotional constipation (Osaragi flavored)

Osaragi adjusted the focus of the binoculars again. Not that she needed to—she could see just fine—but she wanted an excuse to keep looking. Through the cracked windshield of the beat-up car, parked across the street from Sakamoto’s store, she kept her eyes locked on the sliding glass doors.

Shishiba sat in the driver’s seat, half-asleep, lazily flipping through a convenience store manga. He hadn't spoken in the past ten minutes, which suited Osaragi fine.

What didn’t suit her, though, was you—laughing, again—with that Chinese girl inside the shop.

Lu.

The scene played out like a poorly written soap opera, but with too much meat bun and too much lingering eye contact. You had followed Nagumo in hours ago after your mission, said you’d wait a bit while he caught up with Sakamoto. Osaragi hadn’t thought much of it. She figured you'd stay quiet in a corner like you always did, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, waiting to be dismissed.

But now? Now you were smiling. You looked like a damn puppy. Tail wagging in spirit. You had something warm in your hands—probably Lu’s famous meat buns—and Lu’s hand was still barely brushing yours, lingering like it meant something. You didn't pull away.

Osaragi blinked. Once. Twice.

Her thumb tightened around the binoculars.

“You’re going to snap that thing in half,” Shishiba muttered without looking up.

“I’m not,” she said flatly, though her fingers twitched again.

He hummed. “You’ve been staring for exactly twenty-seven minutes. What is it, a hostage situation?”

“Worse.”

Another laugh drifted through the glass storefront. You leaned on the counter now, Lu showing you something on her phone. Probably a meme. Maybe a stupid dog video. Your head tipped back as you laughed again—soft and unguarded. Osaragi had never seen you like that. Not with her.

Not even close.

She dropped the binoculars in her lap and crossed her arms, slouching low in the driver seat. A sulk settled over her like a weighted blanket. She hated that feeling in her stomach—cloying and ugly, like she'd swallowed something hot and sour. She wanted to go in there, grab you by the wrist, and—

No. That wasn’t fair. You weren’t hers.

Not yet.

“Whatever. Not like I care,” she mumbled.

Except she did.

Enough to watch your every move from the car like a deranged pigeon with expensive binoculars and a mission.

When the store bell finally chimed and you stepped out, the sun caught your smile first—still chewing, still holding that stupid half-bitten meat bun in your hand like it was some sacred relic. Your head tipped back as you laughed again, Lu following close behind, her shoulder bumping yours with casual familiarity—like the two of you had known each other for years.

Osaragi’s jaw tensed.

She didn’t move as you crossed the street, didn’t uncross her arms, didn’t even blink when the car door creaked open and a wave of humid summer air slipped inside—carrying with it the infuriatingly chipper voice of Nagumo.

“Yooo~ you wouldn’t believe how fast Y/N fell in love with Lu’s cooking,” he announced, flopping into the back seat like he paid rent. He dropped a plastic bag on the floor—Sakamoto’s takeout—and flashed a lazy grin at Shishiba. “Meat buns. For the two grumpy twins up front.”

Osaragi still didn’t look at him. Her jaw tightened further.

Shishiba barely glanced up. “Took your time.”

Nagumo snorted. “Well, I couldn’t just rip them apart, could I?” He leaned in toward your shoulder, voice syrupy with mischief. “They were bonding, right Y/N?”

“Yeah! I hope you guys haven’t been waiting too long,” you said with a sheepish smile as you settled into the middle seat beside Nagumo.

Shishiba grunted something unintelligible and flipped a page.

Osaragi said nothing.

You blinked, sensing the atmosphere shift. “Everything okay?”

She turned her head just enough to look at you, eyes unreadable beneath her bangs.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You blinked at her tone. “I don’t know. You’re just… staring like you want to kill me.”

“I’m always like this.”

“That’s a lie.”

She didn’t respond, but the slight twitch in her eye betrayed her. You slid into the backseat anyway, the warmth of Lu’s meat bun still lingering in your palm. You bit into it again and sighed, completely unaware of how that sound made Osaragi want to crawl out of the car and throw herself into oncoming traffic.

“You want a bite?” you asked, leaning forward between the seats and nudging the bun slightly in her direction.

Osaragi turned slowly.

“Why would I want your half-eaten, saliva-soaked bun?”

“Because it’s really good?” you offered, grinning.

A silence stretched too long.

Then—

Shishiba closed his manga with a sigh. “For the love of god, just take a bite or shoot her. You’re ruining the air conditioning.”

Nagumo cackled from the back. “Ohhh, she wants to bite, alright. Just not the meat bun.”

“Shut up,” Osaragi and Shishiba said in perfect sync.

You blinked, confused. “Should I be scared or…?”

Osaragi finally snatched the bun from your hand—not looking at you—and took the tiniest bite imaginable. More of a graze than a chew.

You stared, wide-eyed. “You actually—?”

“I didn’t say I wanted it,” she snapped, shoving the bun back at you. “It was falling apart. Structural integrity compromised.”

Shishiba snorted.

Osaragi’s eyes narrowed, her gaze locked on the road now, knuckles pale against the wheel. But you didn’t notice. You were too busy nibbling on the now slightly less structurally sound meat bun, humming at the taste.

“Lu’s really sweet,” you said absentmindedly, eyes on the window. “I thought she’d be more guarded, but she’s funny. She’s got that dry sense of humor. And her cooking’s insane.”

You didn’t see the look Osaragi gave you—quiet, sharp, like a knife under the table.

“Maybe I’ll stop by again sometime,” you continued. “She said she’d teach me how to fold the meat buns properly.”

“She doesn’t even like you that much,” Osaragi snapped.

You froze. “What?”

“She acts like that with everyone. Don’t read into it.”

You sat up a little straighter, voice calm but edged. “I wasn’t reading into it, Osa. And... you didn’t even talk to her, did you? Like properly?”

“She doesn’t need to talk to me for me to know,” Osaragi muttered, eyes on the road. “People like her are easy to figure out.”

You frowned. “That’s kind of harsh.”

“She’s not special.”

“She was nice.”

“She was fake.”

You looked at her. “And what would you know about fake?”

Osaragi’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. The silence that followed was thick—like the inside of a storm cloud.

Nagumo let out a low whistle. “Whew. Okay. That’s enough estrogen for one afternoon. Maybe we all just need to… drink water or touch grass.”

Shishiba muttered, “Or chloroform each other and start over.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed. “I’m not fighting. She’s the one being weirdly possessive.”

“I’m not being possessive,” Osaragi said stiffly. “You can do whatever you want.”

“Clearly not. The moment I do, you start acting like I’ve committed treason.”

“You’re free to embarrass yourself. Don’t let me stop you.”

Your jaw dropped. “What the hell is your problem?”

Osaragi turned, just slightly—her eyes flicked to yours in the rearview mirror, dark and unreadable. “You. You’re the problem.”

The Order’s nondescript black sedan rumbled along a side road lined with stone walls and half-closed shops. Somewhere in the distance, thunder growled. The kind of route they only took after a job—somewhere between civilian roads and shadow operations. Shishiba had flipped open a different manga now. Nagumo was chewing on a lollipop like it might explode. You were staring down at the meat bun like it had betrayed you.

Nagumo patted your shoulder awkwardly, eyes still forward. “For what it’s worth, I think the bun was structurally sound. Like… solid B-plus. Bit of slippage on the edge but solid seal overall.”

You sighed. “Thank you, Nagumo, for introducing me to Sakamoto-san’s family. They were really kind and welcoming.”

Nagumo grinned, lollipop perched in the corner of his mouth like a cigarette. “Lu’s a gem, right? Sakamoto keeps her around 'cause she cooks the best meat buns this side of Tokyo.”

You smiled again, soft and genuine. “I hope I can visit her again soon. I really like her—”

Before the sentence could finish, Osaragi jerked the wheel and made a sharp, unnecessary turn around a corner. The sudden force threw you into the car door, your head lightly thumping against the window.

“Ow—what the hell?”

“My hands might’ve slipped,” Osaragi muttered flatly.

“Use both hands when driving,” Shishiba said without looking up, as though reading from a manual he wrote himself.

You rubbed your temple with a frown. “Seriously, are you mad or something?”

“No,” Osaragi answered far too quickly.

Nagumo snickered in the back. “Don’t take it personally, kid. Osaragi gets like this when someone else pets the dog she secretly claimed ownership over.”

“I said shut up,” Osaragi snapped, shooting him a look through the rearview mirror that could kill.

“You okay?” you asked her quietly, your voice tinged with concern now.

Osaragi didn’t answer at first.

The city lights streamed past her window, flickering over her face like gold dust. She gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, jaw clenched. For a long moment, the car was silent except for the hum of the engine and the distant click of Shishiba flipping to another manga page.

Then, softly—so soft you almost didn’t catch it—Osaragi muttered, “You smiled a lot back there.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“With Lu,” she said, still not looking at you. “Didn’t know you had that many teeth.”

You snorted. “Are you saying I shouldn’t be friendly?”

“I’m saying I’ve never seen you laugh like that before.” Her voice was quiet. Almost tired.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. You looked at her profile—stoic, composed, but something in her eyes twitched, almost imperceptibly. You thought of the way she had taken that tiny bite earlier. Of how she didn’t give the bun back gently, but like it burned her fingers.

Your fingers itched to reach over, to touch her hand on the gearstick. But instead, you said, almost teasing, “What, jealous?”

Osaragi didn’t reply.

The silence returned. Louder now.

Then, just as the car slowed at a red light, she glanced sideways at you. Her voice barely above a whisper.

“You should smile like that with me, sometime.”

The light turned green. The car rolled forward again.

But your heart didn’t.

thank you so much for reading this! if you ever come across the same au on ao3, that’s my account—feel free to drop by and say hi, hahaha. but seriously, if you made it all the way to the end, thank you for taking the time to read this au of mine.

lately, i’ve been completely obsessed with osa and absolutely love her character. i noticed there’s barely any osa x reader aus here on tumblr, so i thought it’d be nice to contribute something for fellow fans—especially the daydreamers and yearners who wonder about all the “what ifs,” haha

[daniswoso]

You like me?

Grace Clinton x Reader

Summary: Grace likes you, but you don’t know it; you also like her and you’re sure you have no chance.

Warnings: some swearing, not much else.

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“You asked her yet then?” Ella asks, her, Mary and Alessia sitting down by your side. You shake your head solemnly and look out to where Grace was messing around on the training pitch with Beth.

It was a sunny day and the way the light reflected off her simply gorgeous eyes made your heart skip a few beats. “Not yet, I’m not even sure she likes me man.” You groan, sagging against the comfortable sofa.

“Jesus- Y/N, we’ve been over this. She’s so into you! Anyone can spot it from bloody miles away.” Alessia grumbles, scrubbing a hand over her face with an exasperated sigh.

“Y’know what, if anyone had told me I’d be helping two lovesick kids figure out their feelings for each other in Spain? I’d tell them to fuck off. But here I am. So c’mon,” Mary claps her hands and drags you to your feet. “get a move on. Tell her.”

You glare at her and defiantly sit back down, folding your arms. “We’re not kids, grandma. We’re adults, I’ll have you know. I pay taxes.”

“Okay, yeah sure whatever. Just piss off and let us do our puzzles.” Mary pokes you in the sides as you yelp, your sliders nearly falling into the pool as you practically leap off the giant chair.

“Dickhead! Youse lot sat down next to me!” You shout over your shoulder as you walk off, nervously approaching Grace. You’re about to ask when a ball comes flying at your face and you find yourself flat on your ass and dazed, barely aware of the small trail of blood making its way down your chin from your nostrils.

“Jesus, Clinton! You’ll damage the poor girl if you carry on!” You hear Beth shout as you blink back to reality.

Grace hoists you up, murmuring apologies and taking you to get cleaned up, dragging you to her room and into the bathroom.

After a minute of silence you speak up, “I could’ve walked you know?”

“What?” Grace asks, stopping and looking up at you from where she’s knelt down on the floor.

“I could’ve walked.” You repeat again, chuckling and helping her look for a first aid kit, cold cloth still firmly pressed against your nose.

“Oh, uh yeah. Sorry, you just, I-“

“Clinton, mate, it’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You chuckles, triumphantly pulling the first aid kit from the cupboard with a grin, unaware of the utter heart eyes Grace was sending your way.

Eventually, you’re patched up. Not quite sure what to do, however, you sit there awkwardly while Grace cleans up the plethora of cloths and bandaids she’d gripped from the medicine cabinet to get the first aid kit.

“Hey, Clinton?” It’s then when you remember Alessia’s words,

“She’s so into you! Anyone could spot it from bloody miles away!”

“I like you.”

“I like you too, Y/L/N.”

“No, I like like you. Like… Like like.”

“Are you fuckin’ concussed?” Grace chuckles, but she’s somewhat concerned as she starts gripping your face softly in her hands, urgently but with the utmost care, her thumbs widening your eyes manually to check your pupils.

“No. I’m not. I like you, Grace. Mums.” You breathe out, the fear of rejection gripping your heart with enough force to squeeze it in half.

“Y/N… Shit…” She begins, and you’re sure this is it. The whole “but we can still be mates!” routine youd heard from many girls in the past. Until you feel her lips against yours, soft and tender and moving against you in a way that makes you convinced her lips were made to be against yours.

“I like you too.”

“You? Like me?” You ask, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Her appearance mirrored yours in a way, although she looked considerably more pretty in your opinion.

“Yeah. Quite a lot actually, and for a while.”

She barely has time to finish her sentence before your lips are against hers again, and when you part you rest your forehead against hers, breathing heavily with the biggest smirk on your face.

“Buzzing.” You breathlessly say.

“You’ve been hanging out with Lessi too much.” She chuckles, making you slap her shoulder softly.

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A/N: Small one, but hope it’s enjoyed nonetheless.

[odetonettles]

Detective Love-struck! a new lead

part three of Detective Love-struck! , Part two here! Shoto x reader in which fem!Reader discovers a second clue towards uncovering her secret admirer!

Word count: 3,467

Todoroki Shoto didn't stay in your dorm room long, claiming he wanted to 'go to bed early' because of 'training tomorrow.' A sensible idea you thought. Much unlike your own sleeping habits, you'd often get so wound up in your own thoughts, that you end up falling asleep in the early hours of the morning. You soon came to realise tonight was no different.

You had just turned over onto your other side for the umpteenth time in the past half hour. It was currently midnight, to your dismay. You dread how you would feel in the morning. Your legs were restless and you could not, for the life of you, get comfortable in any position you rolled into. You growled into your pillow, giving up hope on sleeping at all. You sluggishly reached over to grab your phone, seething at the sudden flash bang, working your finger desperately to lower the brightness.

*one unread message*

Sho ᐢᗜᐢ : Good luck with tomorrow, I hope you and Midoriya have a pleasant time. 21:02

That's a little strange, you never told Shoto about your and Izuku's plans. Thinking about it a little longer, you come to the conclusion that Midoriya was probably the one to tell him. You hum, pleased by Shoto's message to you, at least now your mind was at ease. Shoto doesn't seem upset at all. He's real dry in his texts, but you assume that he didn't mean to sound the tiiiiniest bit passive aggressive. Not that he has any reason to be. You scoff at your own stupidness.

Hearting the message, 'cause you're too lazy to actually reply in text, you roll over with your phone in hand, clutched to your chest, trying one last time to sleep, before you actually give up on rest. Your heart feels as heavy as your eyelids as you finally fall to sleep.

The morning rolls around way too soon for your liking, you slide out of bed rubbing at your eyes, dragging your hand across your face. You groan at the feeling of a headache forming. That's what you get for sleeping late. You'd only slept for a total of six hours, and it was showing. Getting ready and fixing up your hair before you leave for the day, you glance in the mirror briefly, tongue in cheek, you wonder if Shoto is awake yet. You're curious if he'll like your hair today. The thought of Shoto sends a mellow feeling budding through your chest, you sheepishly eye yourself in the mirror. "Pull yourself together!" You squawk. Rushing out the door, huffing.

You're met with the sight of two girls walking by, arms interlinked with one another. You recognise them as Uraraka and Mina. "Oh good-morning Yn!" Their girl with pink cheeks chirps.

"Hey girl!" The girl with pink skin shoots a quick wave at you, before stopping, turning on her heel to face you.

"Morning Mina, Uraraka! You mind if I walk with you guys?" Uraraka shakes her head smiling sweetly, contrast to Mina's more aggressive, animated display, hopping over to you linking her arms with yours.

"Have you heard?" Your twitch your head to the side, questioning.

"Some of the guys and girls in our class are going out after class tomorrow! We're gonna visit a super cute cafe!" Uraraka walks up to your other side, unoccupied by Mina, holding on to your free arm.

"There's a cute Photo Booth in that area! And a crepe stand that's reaaal popular! You should totally come with!" Mina leans her head on your shoulder, squeezing your arm affectionally.

"Well we're all going there to study actually, but who can turn down a sweet treat?" Uraraka tilts her head forward at you to garner your attention. Holding onto your arm a little tighter, closes her eyes, enveloped in a dreamland filled with desserts and good food. "I definitely can't." She sighs flopping her head down onto yours.

"Oh" You stutter, slightly taken aback by the sudden affection. You had no idea about your classmates plans,"Who will be there? I mean-I can totally go." You explain slightly wide eyed due to your fumbling of words.

Mina snickers, leaning her head forward to make eye contact with the girl with brown hair. She squints her eyes and holds her hand over her mouth in a weak attempt to stifle a chuckle. "Don'tttt worry girlie, Todoroki-kun will be there!" She takes her finger poking at your ribs, as you try to swat her hand away.

You feel your face heat up, embarrassed, "That's not wha- um, that's great! Any other guys coming?" Nice recovery.

Mina deadpans as you whip your head around to see Uraraka making an attempt to mimic pinkie's face, only she looks a lot more amused, her lips wobbling, and her eyes glazing over with tears as she zones out, trying her hardest not to burst with laughter. "Ummm guys?? What's funny??" You prod. You feel a weak wave of humiliation wash over you. Trying to hide your face by pressing your chin down. You end up looking stupid, smooshing your chin into your neck.

"Nothingggg" she drags, " You guys are like besties right?"

At that you raise your head to look at her. Nodding, "Yeah, ever since we met in elementary school."

"Exactlyyy," She drags on. Silent for a moment," Kirirshima, Tokoyami, Kaminari and a couple others are coming, even Bakugo was convinced to show up." She snickers. "Can you believe that? Thought he'd be too good for a casual outing to grace us with his presence.." Mina mocks, lowering her voice in an impression of your blonde classmate.

Uraraka nods in approval," Deku's coming too, and Iida. As for the girls.. pretty much all of them are gonna go!" She places her index on her lip, as a gesture of thought.

oooh okay, you think, "Sounds like it'll be fun." Both of the girls agree on that, nodding on queue, still holding onto you as they walk. They've successfully assimilated you into their posse.

Training whisks by faster than you thought it would. Your tiredness had worn off, or rather, you had forced yourself out of exhaustion and into liveliness out of pure fear. Bakugo Katsuki was currently barreling towards you, deathly grin on his face. He was out for blood. The last sparring match of today's training session. You verses a literal death sentence. He swipes at you with his right arm, igniting his quirk right as his open palm passes your face. You grimace, swinging your head back. The overwhelming heat from his power causes you to throw yourself backward, violently trying to evade his attack.

You land right on your ass, bouncing on the padded floor with an oof . You almost think that he'll attack you again as he lingers over you, arm raised, scowling. You hold your breath in anticipation only sighing with relief when Aizawa sensei calls off the 'battle'. Bakugo looks at you out of the side of his eye, peering at you with what you can only describe as pure disdain. He scoffs, "Weak." Before turning his back to you hoofing off.

A few faint 'whoop"s and claps of sportsmanship - or pity, probably pity, fill the silence left by your teachers orders. Now you have to live with the embarrassment of today for the rest of your life, annnd, a sore bottom for the next half hour. You grip your back as you stand up, feeling as though you just aged sixty years in two minutes. You straighten up catching Shoto's eyes on you. Oh god. A lump in your throat as you jaunt over to him.

"How embarrassing was that." You widen your eyes and throw a thumb over your shoulder. Like you just witnessed something that would garner secondhand embarrassment. As if you didn't just make a pathetic spectacle of yourself in-front of your entire class.

"You need to work on your combat techniques." He suggests.

"You need to work my foot up your ass- What was I supposed to do?!" Throwing your hands up, instantly regretting it as you look around, noticing Bakugo staring you down with that same hatful look on his face. You shrink into yourself, shoulders deflating in defeat.

"We all have weak spots within our abilities, Yn. Yours must be close quarter combat."

"Okay Mr. Perfect. That's soooo easy for you to say y'know." You poke at his chest. "You are practically invincible, what's your weakness? A undeniable constant-craving for soba?" You pick up the pace in your prodding, "If I dangle a bowl in front of you will 'ya wag your tail??"

Shoto exhales sharply at his, feigning annoyance in favour of amusement. He shakes his head in disagreement, "I excel in power when I use my ice quirk, however I do in fact have a weakness." Pausing he looks to the side for a moment before turning his attention back to you, his eyes stutter to your lips for a moment before continuing, "I have an aversion to using my other quirk, my fire. But, I am working on it. I'll be invincible soon though." Dropping the irritated act, a sly smirk creeps onto the boys face, obviously proud at his quip. Sooo not charming.

Before you can reply, Shoto falls in line with the students slowly filtering out of the training room. You drift over behind him, making your way out the door, you feel a silly sure, but for some reason, you find yourself stuck on Shoto's words, his fire . Still deep in thought you shake the suspicion out of your head, deciding to just forget about it for now. Instead choosing to narrow your eyes at the back of his neck, channeling your secret super telepathy: I know what you are. Cough if you're guilty. Nothing. You roll your eyes clearly not convinced. I'm onto you boy. You can't fool me, Im gonn-

You crash into Todoroki as he suddenly stops. You blink rapidly reverting your eyes as to not look absolutely insane. He hums at the contact before turning to you, " Want to go get soba?"

" Yeah okay." Shrugging.

Lunch with Shoto was usually filled with silence and quick glances at one another, your spilt hair friend focused on his bowl for the majority of your meals together, only ever replying to conversation whenever he was spoken to. But for some reason, today was different.

"Any new leads, Yn?" Shoto stops slurping his soba, turning his attention to you fully. Dual hue eyes leading to yours and flicking over your face as he waits for a response.

His sudden directness startles you,"Huh? Oh, right. " For a moment you'd almost forgotten what he meant, " No actually, nothing at all." You shrug. Deku perks up at this, He looks almost surprised. You turn your head as Froppy speaks up.

"What are you guys talking about, ribbit?" Tsu tilts her head. This draws the awareness of Iida and Uraraka, suddenly you have an audience. You itch at the feeling of eyes on you.

"Ohhh its nothing really- Um I got a letter. " Waving your hands, "From someone..! Only I don't know who its from..." You trail off and purse your lips. You take a moment to look at every one at the table individually.

"Ooooh! What kind of letter?!" Uraraka places both hands on the table lifting herself and leaning towards you, eager to get closer.

Iida hastily chops his hands at her, "You mustn't ask such invasive questions! And sit down!" He orders.

Midoriya shovels a spoonful of rice into his mouth, humming merrily, oblivious. "Oh it's a love letter!"

Again Deku?! Seriously?

Ochako freezes before latching onto you, squealing as she purposely ignores the plethora of commands from Iida. "Really? Oh wow!" She shakes you, " How romantic!"

"Well I certainly ribbit wasn't expecting that." Finger on mouth, Tsu quips. Wow backhanded much.

"It's whatever guys! Not a big deal I swear!" You try to focus on your meal but you can feel your face grow more and more red in real time. You eye Shoto in a silent plead for help. He notices your predicament and smiles. Is he dense?! Wow thanks a lllot for all the help. - You hate him.

The teasing from Uraraka was constant throughout the rest of your lunch, Iida right behind her chastising her every move. Deku apologies sheepishly and you turn away from him huffing with your arms crossed. You obviously weren't that mad, but you still wanted him to feel bad. Maybe he'll learn his lesson this time.

Your last period of class had just ended, you make your way out of your classroom, remembering, Deku had mentioned he'd be waiting by the lockers so you could walk back to the dorms together. As expected, he was there waiting, along with Todoroki and Iida. You wave as you approach them, Shoto notices and raises a hand to you. He looks pleased at your sudden appearance, per usual, he always has a smile on his face when you show up. He beckons you over. You spot Midoriya wave a goodbye to Iida, turning to you. Once you reach them you huff and release the tension in your shoulders, as if to express the wear of the day. Deku hums and nods in acknowledgement.

"Just need to get my stuff from my locker, then we can get going." You sling your bag over your arm and swivel round to face your locker, inputting the code and opening the door with a crack. As the door opens, you notice a small slip of paper float out onto the floor. Shoto sees it too and bends down to reach for it. "Thanks Sho." You reckon it must be a loose sheet of paper from your notebook. At closer inspection Shoto comes to a conclusion.

"It's another letter." He looks up at you and hands it over, his hand brushing over yours. He's so warm.

"From the same person?" Deku gets in closer, now both of the boys are huddled around you, leaning in to see the new letter.

"No idea." You unfold the paper, briefly scanning over it. You slam the Locker door shut with your hip, leading the boys in the direction of the dorm building. You nose is still buried in the paper as the two boys trail on either side of you.

"Yn, would it be okay if I joined you and Midoriya?" The boy nudges you slightly, brushing his arm agains yours. You lean into his touch and continue walking.

"Yeah Sho, 'course you can. Right Deku?" You smile up at him, cheeks rounding into apples. You turn to Midoriya, for a split second, you think you see a confused expression on his face, he's looking right at Shoto. It doesn't last long as he looks back at you, shaking his head in an overly-eager manner.

"Yeah! I-it's not like it's up to me anyways." He scratches the back of his neck, chuckling with his eyes closed. You think you see a drop of sweat drizzle down the side of his temple. weird.

"Then it's settled! Tonight we'll crack the case! I can feel it!" You raise both your arms, with a newfound determination. Your heart is beating rapidly, you can't believe you'd almost forgot how fun this could be. The way you felt at this moment was reminiscent of the 'good old days'. The days in which you could mess around with your best-friend all day, play pretending, so entranced in each others company within your imaginations.

You glanced back at Shoto one last time before exiting the school building, his face matched yours, lips curved upright, staring into you, silent like deep water. In this moment you knew that he was feeling everything you were.

You, Midoriya and Shoto were sat in a circle on the floor of your dorm room, in the middle of the circle was the two notes you received so far.

"So I'll start by reading out both letters, then we can work from there." You look up at both of the boys opposite you, checking to see if they were on the same page. Izuku is sitting with a notepad in hand, pen in other, eagerness in his eyes. You shift over to look at Shoto, he's sitting with his legs crossed, hands on his knees unmoving. He nods at you, ready.

You start with the first letter, clearing your throat:

Dear Ln Yn, I'm writing the letter to you, as I feel as though it will be easier then telling you this in person. Over the time we have spent together, I have found that I enjoy your company much more than anyone else's. To put this as plainly as I can, I have developed feelings for you, as a friend, and as something more. When ever I see you, I feel as though my whole world comes to a stop, It becomes difficult to notice anything else other than you. Like tunnel vision or something similar. So I suppose this counts as a confession and I don't have much else to say other then how I'll set your heart alight.

You pause before looking up at them again, "Should I keep going or..?" Deku is scribbling away at his notes, quickly looking up and signaling at to carry on. Shoto hasn't moved at all.

You exhale, picking up the second note:

Dear Ln Yn, I hope this letter receives you well, I've thought about my first attempt and decided that my approach was perhaps a little creepy, you have to understand I lack experience in this sort of thing. Ive only just realised that you would be more open to my advances upon you, if you knew more about me. For example, my favourite fruit is strawberries, My family is quite well of in terms of money, and I fair very well in both the practical sense and academically , so if it comes to it -and our relationship progresses to the point, I will be able to support you financially.

You pause at that, looking up with wide eyes, "That escalated fast?!

"So bold!" Midoriya chimes in. Locking eyes with him, sharing stunned look with the freckled boy.

You gape in awe and utter disbelief. "This guy is serious." You frown back down at the paper reading on.

Other then that, during my free time, I like to watch variety of television shows, off the top of my head, Criminal minds,- well, comes to mind. Forgive me if this is a little lacklustre, if you couldn't tell already, I can be a little clueless. Again, I hope you are well, and that this letter will provoke some semblance of a positive reaction from you.

Farewell Yn.

You sigh, stretching your back and looking up. "That's it." At that deku finishes writing on his notepad, you look around trying to gather any impressions, Shoto, neutral face, bland as ever. Although you catch him fiddling with the fabric on his trousers.

"Ive gathered every-thing they mention about themselves," He tosses the notebook to you, "And everything that might be true about them, things that might not be said outright, but hinted at."

You glance at the writing on the notepad, its slightly intelligible, handwriting scribbled erratically:

• The culprit is male • Well off finically • The culprit likes strawberries • The culprit is academically proven to be skilled • The culprit is practically skilled, hero course??? • Culprit watches tv- Murder mysteries??

You scan your eyes over the page, well that narrows it down. You hum in a questioning tone," How'd you figure out he's a guy?" You raise an eyebrow and peer up at Izuku who's fiddling with his fingers, he looks a little nervous.

"Well, he mentions supporting you, financially. And commonly- well- you know, within families, the husband is usually the one to take care of money. In the sense tha-"

"Ohh right! Makes sense!" You nod, now understanding where the boy was coming from.

"Annnd, usually girls are more enthusiastic I guess??" He chuckles, pleased to find you appreciate his explanation.

Right.. as if you aren't You muse in your head. You hand back the book to Midoriya, who takes it from you with a smile.

"Oh, and add that they might have a quirk related to fire!"

Midoriya freezes in place, body rigid all of a sudden. You quirk an eyebrow up at him, and he responds by nodding, "Right okay!" Quickly scratching at the paper with his pen. "Okay then now we can start to-"

There's a knock at the door, followed by a "Dinner!"

"Oh!" You stand up, "come on guys, we can finish up later,"

final part

only one part left until the end of this mini-series guyyyyyzzzz (✿´‿`)

I feel like this part is a little corny, especially the letter part lol, plz forgive me, idk if its obvious or not but I'm making up this story as I go, without any plan or anything,so I apologise if the plot is a little silly or flat. ♡

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Firstly I wanted to say thanks so much for all the love on my first post! I enjoyed writing it a lot and hope you all had a fun time reading it! I hope you all enjoy this one just the same! ☺️☺️ Not going to lie I really struggled to incorporate two head cannons I had into a one shot fic, so apologies if the writing is super mangled. ): As always feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated!! (I haven’t caught up with JJK in a minute so sorry if my memory is hazy causing me to use incorrect info.)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader x Geto Suguru

Summary: Satoru seeing you before him and Suguru leave for a mission. (written from multiple POV's) ( I like to think that along with Satoru's lack of spacial awareness he lacks emotional awareness when it comes to himself while Suguru is like okay I feel this way now wtf do I do, which both of them can bond on once Suguru helps Satoru realize he’s not dying and that he is in fact in love with reader.)

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 “Gojo-san!” You say with that airy smile you always have. You go on even more missions than them yet how do you always manage to have a smile on your face? You run up to him still all smiles and giggles. Why is it that you’re always running? And why did you look so beautiful running towards him? Your hair was flowing heedlessly down your shoulders as you came to a stop. Both of you sitting on the grass as he rests his head in your lap. (It became routine ever since he had spotted you one day reading a book lying on the grass mindlessly munching on whatever snack it was that you were eating that day.)

He looks up only to be met with those encapsulating doe eyes of yours. Many would argue that his eyes were the ones full of prowess but how could that be true when one look from your glistening eyes had him falling to his knees. He was having the worst of worst days about…wait what was it about again?

Ha- See what he means?

“Ahh Gojo-san are you listening?” Your voice jolts him out of his spiral. How long had you been speaking for? He scratches the back of his neck letting out a light laugh. Your face mere inches away from his. The words had come out of his mouth before he had time to stop them.

“You have pretty eyes Y/N.”

He feels heat rush to his face as the words pored out of him.

You feel as if the world around you both has been silenced. No not silenced you think, it’s almost like it has decided that just the two of you are allowed to bask in its beauty. You slowly blink at the notion of his words, beginning to come back to your senses. Has he gone mad? The Satoru Gojo, complimenting the likes of you. You wanted to hear it more, hear him more. He probably—no he deffinetly didn’t mean it like that. Gojo-san is known for his outbursts and this was just one of them. You make attempts to ease the fast paced thoughts. If there truly was no meaning behind his words, why did his voice sound so sultry so—

“hahaaha jeez Y/N you take everything so seriously.”

You notice him hide his face in his hands and you think it’s just to mask his laughter so you dismiss his words all together.

“Ah my apologies Gojo-san didn’t you have a mission to attend to with Geto-san?”

Why did you ignore his comment? He knew he dismissed it first. He knew it was unwarranted but still— did you just not take it, take him, seriously— why is he so angry right now? Why does he feel as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest? Why does he feel dejected? Why? Why? Why?

The furrow in his brows is uncommon to you and before you can question it, you feel a hand gently graze the top of your hair. You look up to see the one and only Suguru covering the glaring sun from your field of view as you peered up to look at him. "Ah Geto-san, hello!"

Satoru's voice is whiney while he speaks his distaste for the mission. “Ugghhh do I really have to go? I would much rather stay here.” Suguru sighs in contrast to Satoru it's almost foreign to hear him complain. “Yes, Satoru we unfortunately do also the auxiliary manager is going to get mad if we don’t show up soon.” Oh that's when you’re reminded you almost forgot the main reason you approached Gojo-san in the first place.

“Geto-san before you leave take these!” As you pull out the coffee-caramel flavored hard candies from your pocket and into his hand, he looks at you with the most quizzical expression.

“You don’t like the taste of curses, do you?”

He looks at you wide eyed, you take that as a sign to continue.

“I know these won’t change the taste also that your not much of a fan for sweets hence the coffee flavor, but I hope that it makes you forget even if it’s just for a little while. Please eat them after your missions! I hope you find them useful!” Your explanation (that wasn't really an explanation) still has him stunned. You had only went on one mission with them. Was he that terrible at masking it? No he was sure he did well as Satoru never questioned him for it.

For an airhead you sure are observant.

And that's when it hit him the realization crashing down on him all at once. How could he not have seen it sooner? The way he would smile at the mere thought of getting to see you in class. The way his cheeks would heat up whenever it was just the two of you alone. The way he would always go out of his way to make you smile. Oh your breathtaking smile. It was contagious, motivating others on the most depressing of days. He could internally beat him self up right now for being so dumb.

He was in love with you.

And with the way his best friend looked at you he was sure that he felt the same way too.

He's pulled out of his trance when he hears you about to apologize. “I’m sor-"

“Thank you Y/N.”

He says with a smile so sincere, it's then and only then you finally understand why people would go to the end's of the earth for their loved ones. You would go to the ends of the earth for your friends even if it meant killing yourself in the process. It would have all been worth while-- His smile was so precious— so welcoming you couldn’t help but return it hoping to reciprocate even a sliver of the energy back. Is it selfish to wish for this moment to last forever? You three in this moment without the fear of curses? Was that really such a selfish ask?

Satoru laying in your lap while Suguru is on your side shoulders almost touching. Satoru makes a loud pout. “Hey… where’s my candy.” You can’t help but let out a deep belly laugh, sometimes he is just so predictable. You couldn't decipher his face when he heard you laugh since he had quickly gone back to pouting. “What are you laughin fo-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you peel a birthday cake flavored toffee and slip it into his mouth. “ Haha I’m sorry Gojo-san, sometimes you really are just so predictable.” Suguru also can’t help but laugh at the spectacle before him. Satoru keeps his head in your lap for the duration of your time together. As all your laughing dies down, you can’t help but feel content in this moment. Continuing to selfishly wish it would last a lifetime…

Jeez im super tired after writing this. It takes way longer than one would expect. This took like 9 hour's to write with no breaks and it could still use some tweaks ( I'm just super lazy haha) Props to all writers out there because this shit is so draining. Again feedback and constructive criticism is alway appreciated love you all!! Oh wait I would love to make readers strength contrast with her personality like she's super clueless in every other sense but smart in battle and before Gojo or Geto she becomes the first special grade but I'm not too sure. Im just tired of seeing the weak Y/N trope lol.

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LOVE IN A SHELL REMAKE 𓇼 || LITTLE MERMAID AU!

chapter five: a scales problem.

summary: after a full of shopping with steph, jason and y/n share a moment in the car. a relaxing night in the tub leaves y/n accidentally revealing her secrets. unexpected guests come over for damian’s early celebration of his birthday. and let’s just say, a lot of the unexpected guests love to tease jason too much.

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader, damian wayne x reader (platonic), roy harper x jason todd, lian harper x reader (platonic), jason todd x lian harper (platonic), mention of Artemis and bizzaro

❗️mentions//tw: blood, gore, tail ripping in half, implied sex, depression, I suck at describing sign language (I’m sorry!)

author’s note: hi loves! so, this is going be somewhat longer chapter. thank goodness! I spent almost a full day to write this so you my loves can enjoy. now, i have two fan fics more like a bunch on the way. two relating to our hubby jason, a series and a one-shot. the rest of the details will be released soon. so enjoy this chapter and oh happy pride month as well my loves! mwuah💋

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“thanks guys for dropping me off”, steph thanked y/n and jason as she scoots to the car door. as she opened it, jason watched from the mirror and y/n waved at her with a ‘goodbye’ and sweet smile. “no problem steph, you should come by the house sometime”, jason suggested to the blonde as he tapped the steering wheel. steph gets out of the car, slamming the sleek black car door. she leans down to meet the level of car with three toy guns in her arms. “hell yea I will! you see these babies? definitely will see you two this weekend”, she says.

y/n leaned her head on the leather seat, already wanting to rest for tonight. “okay steph, take care alright?”, jason said as he starts the engine.

steph rolled her eyes now walking backwards to her apartment building. “always am jay. nice meeting you y/n”, she yells out as she shoots y/n a teasing smile and a wink.

a small tired wave y/n gave before yawning. jason watched as steph went inside her apartment with a struggle with her arms of toy guns. once she went inside, she sent a wave before heading inside. moving the gear to drive, jason sends off back to the manor.

“tired?”, jason asks y/n seeing her sleepily try to stay awake. a small nod along with another big yawn. jay smiled, his smile was huge as he can see from the corner of his eye how cute she looked. “well we are almost home. get some rest for tonight”, he said. y/n couldn’t wait to go to sleep and cuddle up with chewie. the big softie was the best to get some fluffy warm cuddles from. many times when y/n would use her legs, she would always find herself with chewie all cuddled up.

for chip, he would always manage to find his way to keep watch. in her time of being on that beach, chip was always the one to keep an eye on her. you could say he was protective just like willow and chewie. her friends were the only thing she had now. too ashamed, too scared to go back home. and if she did, she wouldn’t see them again. not even jason either.

after today, she really liked to be around jason. he was…generous and…human.

the night she saw him trying to save that sweet child, she knew he was a good one. especially since the kid told her, he was a hero to many others. a lot of people from different countries know of the ‘justice league’ and ‘red hood’ as well.

a hero.

two days after the shipment dock incident, yara and her mother was taken to a shelter taking care of the hostages with food and warm clothes for them until they go back home. all yara could think of was the pair of eyes that gifted her a such coin. along ones that saved her life from two men who wanted to hurt her. with a lot of thought, yara went off in the night to see the eyes again. waiting for her mother to sleep and out to went.

in the cold night, yara stood on the same dock where she stood with the crime boss. she shivered as she held her pink sweater the shelter given her tightly against her tiny body. her black hair winds back.

in her small hands, held the coin. one the eyes gifted her with such kindness. it was odd. the coin. she hide it from her mother, as to no questions from her.

as she inspected the coin in what felt like the millionth time. she heard a familiar chirp coming from below her. yara let out a surprised gasp and looks down, upon looking down. there it was. the same kind eyes staring back at her. the eyes tilted it’s eyes curiously letting out another chirp. “hello?”, she greets with a thick heavy accent. a gentle ‘eee’ comes out from the eyes.

yara admired the eyes, they were so beautiful. so much love behind them. not before, the eyes sunk down in the water leaving yara confused. yara felt saddened. had she offended the person behind the eyes?

a loud creak comes from the edge of the wooden dock. yara stared at the sound got more louder. a hand slams against the wood making a wet slap. the hand was webbed and scaly. yara stepped back in fear as the unknown was about to get her. but she quickly stopped upon seeing a pair of familiar eyes along with a wet mop of hair appears. it was a woman. a beautiful one too. she had (h/c) for hair, her features as just as gorgeous. the woman chirped at her again as a greeting.

yara steps forward to the woman with some slight hesitation. seeing her hesitation, the woman uses both webbed hands to lift herself from the cold ocean water. what shocked the child, was the woman had a tail. a fish tail.

her tail was shiny. tales from yara’s people of creatures that were half human half animal. such as ones with fish tails. ones everyone would know, a mermaid. they were always so beautiful. ones would sit on huge rocks and brush their long locks. the woman sat on the edge, looking at yara with a huge smile. human ones as well. she held out a webbed hand to yara, as an invitation to sit next to her. yara now without any hesitation sat with her, a mermaid. one that protected her.

y/n. is her name.

yara and y/n sat on the dock what felt like hours. it was…amazing.

she was kind and all sorts fascinating to be around. y/n spent hours telling yara in yara’s language, of how she ended up on the beach. and what yara will never forget is how y/n says they are connected now.

the coin yara held in her hands, explains as well. that y/n is her guardian now.

a rare things to happen to anyone not alone a child. y/n gave her a conch that “in case you need me…call for me. I’ll be there”. the conch was huge yes. but yara never more protective over it. it was a light orange brown with speckles on it. the inside was pink. the conch had a very unique design on it.

and when yara returned back to the Gotham shelter, her mother was still asleep. thankful for that to save from worried eyes. yara placed her coin and conch away in her backpack the shelter gave her. keeping them safe from unwanted hands.

“andddd home at last”, jason exhaled as he parked in the huge garage filled with motorcycles and newly modeled expensive cars. he turns off the engine before sitting back in his seat. he yawns very loudly taking a huge stretch. y/n silently giggled at him for being noisy. jason smacks his lips turning his attention to y/n who was giggling. he smiled at her with his pearly whites. and a sudden memory of today’s events, he asks her “so what free things we got from nice lady and creepy father?”.

y/n remember the ‘free things’ she had be received from today. also remembering the nice woman’s father that made her very uncomfortable. from her side, she grabs the purple sheer bag handing it to jason. in his huge hands, jason untie the bag. taking out the contains out of it into his scarred hands.

in his hands, is two rings. and a necklace of a locket that opens. it was vintage-looking. worn and gold. the rings was silver, they had unique designs in grave in them. one had a fish on it swimming around a sun and the other was the same but the moon.

“huh. not bad for being free”, he says as he picked up one of the rings.

jason handed the things pieces of jewelry to y/n, she holds out her hand letting him put them there. y/n touched them, turning them to see what unique styles they had. a sudden idea runs to y/n’s as she looked at almost similar rings. unexpectedly y/n grabbed jason’s right hand in her left one. placing the rest of the jewelry on her lap. her hand grabs the ring that had the design of a fish and the sun. jason watched her in confusion of what she was doing. that was until y/n slid the ring in his middle finger on his right hand.

she let go of his hand, taking in the sight of the ring on his finger. jason looked at her with his head tilted and eyebrows raised. “you…gave me some one of the rings?”, he asks her as he brings his hand close to his face. y/n nodded quickly. her eyes looked down at the other ring. going to grab it, y/n to slids the one with the moon on it on her left hand. it now sits on her index finger.

jason grinned lightly as she showed him the matching rings they have.

he chuckled before placing his hand next to hers. the two matched. “well would you look at that…we are matching rings”, he spoke. y/n wiggled her hand at him after his sentence.

as the two compared matching rings of a fish with a moon and the sun, jason looked down at y/n as he sees her excited face.

he liked looking at her be happy.

feeling his eyes on her with his burning gaze. y/n looked up at jason. they were so close to each other. a small gap between them. jason could see the stars in her eyes. y/n can see the sky in his.

looking in each other’s eyes, jason could see how beautiful she looked. she always did. no matter what.

without thinking, his scarred hand that held the ring reaches up to y/n face. the hand glides across her cheek so everly soft. now cupping her cheek, his thumb swipes her outer cheek. y/n slightly closes her eyes basking in the touch. her eyelashes touch her upper cheek like a gentle kiss. from the garage light, jason could see how just the light complemented her features well. as she opened her eyes, y/n looks at him with the same look again. love.

her eyes draw him. nuzzling her face into his scarred hand, she couldn’t help feel knots in her stomach. she doesn’t know why but she liked it.

as the two melted into each other’s touch, a soft knock on the mustangs window makes y/n jump. meanwhile jason sighed in annoyance. he pushed his body away from y/n now turning his body to the driver’s window, he sees a familiar clad figure. one in white and black. rolling down the window, a voice asks him “sorry to interrupt master jason, I’m afraid we have some business…to attend to with master bruce tonight”.

dammit. jason nod his head tapping his finger on the cold steering wheel. “okay…thanks for informing me alfred”, he quietly spoke to the butler. alfred still stood there as if he was waiting for jason to come with him. “is there anything else you need master jason?”, the older man asks him. shit right, the shopping bags.

“oh…uh. can you take the shopping bags up to y/n’s room?”, he asks alfred so politely. with a single bow, alfred walks around the car to the trunk where you can the very visible and packed trunk full of shopping bags. jason opens the his door, getting out of the car as y/n sat in the passenger seat still. she watched him follow alfred to the trunk.

once the trunk door open, alfred and jason grab as many bags they could in their arms and hands.

watching the two struggle a little to grab all of the shopping bags, jay leaned down to meet y/n still in the car. “hey y/n, if you want you can head up inside and get some rest. alfred and I will bring your stuff in your room if that’s alright?”, he asks with a charming smile. y/n tilted her head once more before nodding slowly. she turns her body to her door, slowly gripping the handle.

slowly y/n got out of the car before accidentally slamming the car door. jumping as she did, she flinched. her fingers going up to play with each other. looking back to the trunk, jason and alfred still were struggling but still jason insisted she goes up stairs might as well.

both alfred and jason faked struggling to get the shopping bags. the two waited for y/n to go inside and once they heard shuffling of feet and a door slowly opening and closing, they stopped what they were doing.

jason put the shopping bags down, he crossed his arms leaning on the side of the car glaring at alfred. “what is it alfred?”, he whispers to the older man.

alfred didn’t look at him but continued to gather all the bags. and when he did, he easily had them in his arms and hands. “master jason, as much as I like to see you with a woman your age. remember, you are here to help her. not fall immensely in love with her”, he says so casually. jason’s eyes widen at the words ‘fall immensely in love’. he stayed quiet as his response. he stared at alfred, jason was NOT in love. definitely not. he only knows y/n for what? two days? this isn’t some fairytale. and that is what he told alfred. “I’m not in love, alfred. this isn’t some fairy tale”, he sarcastically says uncrossing his arms.

neatly groomed eyebrows raised at him now looking at him. alfred paused before sighing and rolling his eyes. his dear boy was always the same. stubborn with feelings. “as much as I would love to argue master jason. just remember, you are here to help her. do that. and maybe someday you and her can have a romantic involvement”, alfred spoke now walking away from the taller man with bags covering his upper half.

jason rubbed his temples with closed eyes. alfred really knows more about himself than anyone. he’s like his grandfather after all. even the butler knows more about him than his own adopted dad.

bending down lightly, jason grabs the bags before closing the trunk door loudly. his mood was grumpy. he was not falling in love with someone he just met. how could he? even love doesn’t work out for him.

the walk with heavy shopping bags was nothing to jason especially going up the stairs to y/n’s room. when he used his foot to try to open the door handle, he grunted angrily before just using his hand that is occupied already. and when he opened the door, he sees y/n asleep. on the bed, her figure was laying on the bed sideways with her dog in front of her. hearing him, the dog opened it’s eyes as they landed on jason. the ‘puppy’ eyes watched as jason set down the bags.

for now, jason just named her dog, dog. more appropriate and more…better? than naming it a random name.

jason stood in the room seeing as y/n was still in her clothes from today and his sweater. not wanting awake her, he walked around the bed quietly. he grabs the creased neatly and pressed bed duvet, wrapping it on y/n’s form as for her to not be cold later on. tucking her in on her sides and giving the dog a light head rub. jason goes up and leaves the girl’s room. and just before he does, he looks back at y/n on the bed. peaceful. something he couldn’t get as much when he has nightmares.

he wished her a ‘goodnight’ in his head before walking out the door. closing the door ever so silently, jason heads downstairs to where the old grandfather clock was.

he moves the hands of the clock to a specific time before the grandfather clock slides showing a dark pair of cement stairs leading down.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“come on kid you gonna tell us how it was?”, chip asks impatiently as he leaned his furry body on the side of the bathtub. in the oversized bathtub, was y/n. in all her glory with her tail out.

she leaned her body back in the bathtub, fully relaxed. the smell of jasmine and hibiscus aroma filled the bathroom in the divine scents. and with those scents were ones chewie and y/n dumped in the tub as they smelt too good. “it was…nice”, she shyly spoke to chip. if chipmunks could have eyebrows, they would be raised. “just? nice?”, he teased as he hopped forward.

playfully rolling her eyes at the silly chipmunk, she played with the bubbles and foam in the tub. “it was great chip. he was…sweet and funny. I wish I could do it all over again”, she sighed dreamily with a bundle of foam in her hands. y/n blows on them causing the foam to fall or create bubbles in the air.

“waah see I told you kid! maybe he’ll take you on a date?”, chip smugly as he too gathers some foam in his tiny hands and gives it a small sniff. his head moves away from his hands and his tiny face scrunched up in disgust. “ugh, too much scents. put more water sweetheart or I’ll get a headache in here”, he pesters.

y/n reaches over to the knobs, twisting it as water flows from the faucet.

tiny hands smack together up and down, chip lets out a ‘hmm’ in disapproval of the scents that was now imprinted on his hands. “I think they smell wonderful”, willow chirps back from the towel rack.

chip rolls his eyes before hopping to the edge of the bathtub, “yea of course you do”, he mumbles under his breath.

y/n flips her tail lightly at the chipmunk teasingly.

“I hope tomorrow is just as wonderful as today”, y/n says. cupping her hands one more time letting them dip into the warm water, raising them above her head having the water fall into her wet hair.

“oh me too. next time let me out of the room please. I couldn’t hold in my piss”, chewie grunts as he lays on the cold bathroom floor. “hey! I said I’m sorry!”, y/n gasps at the dog.

chewie grunts again in response before some water splashes on him. he feels the water on him, he shoots up in surprise. the fur on his body now wet. he whines dramatically making everyone laugh at him. “oh yea, laugh at me. I’ll get you back kid”, he huffs laying back down on the floor.

“well I said I’m sorry. now willow, can you hand me the brush please?”, y/n leans forward making grabby hands at the crow on the towel rack. willow croaks before taking off into the bathroom and onto the countertop where a gold hairbrush laid. using her feet, she grips the handle firmly before taking off once more. as she lands, it’s on the edge of the bathtub. willow gently placed it on the edge before cawing, “thank you”, y/n kindly thanks the crow.

willow hops off to take her place on the faucet that continues running, and next to the gold knobs was the bracelet y/n wears. sitting perfectly near the tub. y/n reaches over to the hairbrush, a soft hum comes from her mouth.

the song echoed throughout the bathroom. the melody was beautiful. it was new. chip listened to her beautiful voice. he always loved hearing her sing. it was effortlessly and always new. willow quietly listened to the melody as she stood on the faucet. meanwhile chewie laid on the floor listening to her sing.

as y/n sat in the tub with her tail out, she continued humming. her webbed hands clasped around the hairbrush, letting the bristles do it’s magic into brushing through the wet hair.

the singing made chewie more sleepy than ever. y/n hummed as she brushed her hair. the brush glided through her locks softly, no tangles in them. mermaid’s always have the softest hair.

from downstairs far away from the occupied bathroom, is jason. tired and angry as he leaves the bat cave. a long and annoying talk with damian and bruce in the cave. black mask has been spotted. and bruce forbid him from going out to go after the crime boss. why? he doesn’t know. perhaps thinking he fucked up last time and doesn’t want him to again. not his fault he almost died, again. stumbling out, he stomped away to the kitchen. just as he was about to open the swinging door, he hears humming. it sounded close.

but somewhat far. he turned his body to the voice. it was the same one. he recognizes it everywhere. he heard the humming and singing before in his dreams and on that night.

he doesn’t know if it’s the tiredness or he’s hallucinating again but he doesn’t care. it’s here.

his feet carried him as he searched for the voice hurriedly.

jason walked quickly around the manor to find it, that was until it stopped for a second. he turns his head everywhere to hear it again. and than it continues again, humming away.

“todd…what is that voice that is strangely in the house?”, damian sneaks up on him with titus by his side. the fourteen years old has his arms crossed as always with his signature glare as he looked at jason. the older man shushes him rudely with his hand up to damian’s face. “do not shush me todd!”, damian demanded at jason so dramatically.

“shut up damian, you heard it right?” “…you mean the voice that has been humming for a while now? why yes of course! why would I ask you if I did not heard it”, damian yells with another shush from jason.

titus’ dark ears perched up at the humming, his head turns to the stairs as he gruffs at them. jason noticed. “it coming from upstairs”, he mutters before shoving damian out of the way now practically climbing the stairs.

damian watches his desperate brother before letting out an ‘tch’. “idiotic behavior he has”, damian says as he walks away to the kitchen. “come titus, you have not had your dinner”. Titus lets out a small bark in response.

jason may look like a desperate moron right now, but he has to go to the voice. one that belonged to the woman. it has to be. he can’t be hallucinating or dreaming. damian was there. so it’s real. as he searched all upstairs, one place it could be was the rooms. just as he was about to go through everyone’s room carelessly, the humming stopped.

‘shit, shit no! keep humming’.

he thinks to himself desperately. only for it to not work. he leans his head on one of the bedroom doors. it was here. did the woman follow him? maybe taunting him? what is it?

y/n laid in the nearly spilling bathtub, her eyes closed as she relaxed into the water. how much she missed the ocean. “should we wake her?”, she hears chewie asks as his claws padded across the bathroom floor. “no…she shall rest. it’s been a long day for her”, willow says so softly before flying away from the tub to where the towel rack was. her beak hits the light switches, the bathroom darkened and the only light in the room was from the window. the moon was less bright tonight. “kid misses the ocean…and it hasn’t been a week” chip sighs out.

“you know how she gets chip. for now, she shall rest tonight”, willow ruffles her feather before flying off into the bedroom to sleep on the vanity.

not soon until chip follows but he looks back at the young mermaid before him in the bathtub asleep. he gives out a soft sigh before crawling away. chewie whines as his four legs carry him up the bath stairs. his huge body covers the stairs. with that, he sleeps softly.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

jason shoots up from his drenched in sweat bed, his breathing heavy. it was warm in his room. too warm. he couldn’t breathe. either from the nightmare or the room. tonight he had the same nightmare from a night ago. the same singing taunting him. mocking him. he runs his sweaty palms across his scarred chest as a way to calm down his heart rate. a knock on the door snaps him out from having an heart attack on his bed.

“yea?”, he yells out to whoever was behind the door. definitely alfred. “master jason. have you awoken?”, Alfred asks slightly worriedly. yup it was him. alfred always knows when jason was having a nightmare. it was natural for him to check up on him.

“yea! I’m awake alfred”, he responded to alfred now getting up sluggishly from the bed.

“ah, excellent. well, today we have some guests this evening. master dick is here. including master drake, barnard,miss cain, miss brown and mr. harper along his daughter”, he explains to him from the other of side of the wooden door.

roy was here? why?

was he in trouble? where has he been? he knows he shouldn’t be talking, he’s been MIA for a while from the outlaws. but he had other things to handle. especially since him and kori aren’t on talking terms, it may be either from his older brother and the princess ending their relationship and future marriage. or that they are doing their own things. maybe both.

“alright. I’ll be down in a minute”, jason says back as he reaches down on his bedroom floor to pick up his misfits band t-shirt.

“very well. ms. y/n is waiting for you downstairs as well master jason”, Alfred says as jason hears his shoes click off away.

ah shit. great. now he’s going to hear more teasing and more ‘when’s the wedding?’ from roy. and a hopeful auntie from lian. he’s not going to be able to pass up from this. jay sighs as he rubs his temple annoyed. he felt more tired than yesterday. reaching for his phone on the his nightstand, he grabs it and enters his passcode. two new messages from Artemis.

‘can I come over?’ ‘you busy?’

he feels a huge headache right now. he feels like a dick for not answering but he knows better than to respond right now.

he liked artemis. but no more. he swipes his finger, deleting the messages before shoving his phone in his pajama pockets.

when alfred left from jason’s bedroom door, he went to go up and clean damian’s room along y/n’s bedroom. you could say alfred had a schedule when not much is needed except for extreme parties or dinner. therefore, when he went inside y/n’s room. the occasional messy bed and strange crow and chipmunk he spotted yesterday from cleaning, he carried on. but when he reached the bathroom, it was more messy. some towels and new makeup products lay on the counter unorganized. picking up the used towels and fixing the products, he could smell the jasmine and hibiscus bubble baths he had in the bathroom.

and just as he cleaned and cleaned, what caught him off guard was a scale. on the floor leading up to the bathtub. alfred raised an curious eyebrow as his polished shoes carried to the tub. in his sight, was scales, clear slime and not fully drained blood inside the tub.

alfred stood on the steps, he stared at the sight before him.

“hmm”, he says. his white gloved hand reaches into his pocket from his suit, pulling out an handkerchief. he flicks it down to unfold. stepping forward, he bends down to collect some colored scales and the slime.

once he contained them, he placed it in his pocket neatly before rolling up his sleeve.

cleaning the tub, alfred got rid of the residue of scales, slime and blood. the bathroom creaks turning his attention to it. from the little slight of the door opened, alfred sees beady four eyes staring at him. ah, the chipmunk and the crow.

they watched him silently and closely. “you don’t perhaps know if all this residue belongs to miss y/n do you?”, he asks them so clearly and curiously. both chip and willow freeze before running away from the door. alfred blinked at where the creatures once were. before letting out an ‘huh’. continuing on tidying up the bathroom.

“so, jason. when’s the wedding?”, roy yells out to his best friend with a smug smirk on his face. from the side, dick winces at the word ‘wedding’ before carrying on eating his cereal of Frosted Flakes. there sat, roy harper and his daughter lian. eating breakfast with consisted of vegan food for damian, and the typical foods but with homemade yogurt and breakfast sandwiches with alfred’s own fancy way.

“roy”, jason tiredly greets his best friend. he walks over to him, sitting next to him which so happens to be next to y/n who was conversing with cass.

“hi uncle jay!”, lian happily greets him as she hopped off her seat to run to her uncle-figure. as tired he is,he always had energy for lian. jason grabs her small body and places her on his lap as he sat down.

lian hugs jason’s huge body. as he hugs back, y/n watches in adoration at the sight of jason with a child.

“lian. I missed you”, he says giving the child a small kiss on his forehead. lian smiled, some of her teeth missing. “I miss you too uncle jay”. jason smiled as he heard the words. he always had a soft spot for kids, but for lian it was different. she was like his niece. whenever jason would crash at Roy’s all he would do is play with lian as way to not make himself bored or when roy needed help.

“I’m hurt jay…you never say you missed me”, roy pouted at jason.

“cause I didn’t. now where the hell have you been?”, jason asks him with lian on his lap.

roy put his hands in defense, his eyes turn and look at y/n. the red head’s lips turn into a smirk before wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend. “uhh what about you jay bird? what you been up to since I’ve been gone huh?”, he teases him. jason blinks at him before turning his body away from roy.

when Jason turned away from the childish red head, he now sees cass who waved at him with a smile and y/n who looked…pretty.

instead of adorning his red sweater, she wore a summer dress that was white with red flowers on it. the dress cupped her breasts perfectly and hugged her figure. y/n’s hair was wavy and shiny. he could see she is wearing some makeup that steph dragged him to pay for and he remembered steph what she called ‘swatching’ on him. various colors were on his arm and hands as y/n accidentally smeared a ruined lipstick on his skin.

and he still had the various colors and the ruined lipstick on his skin right now.

jason stared at her as roy, steph and dick looked at him.

“you going to tell y/n she looks pretty or do I have to do it myself. I indeed fact say she looks pretty three times today”, steph teases jason with her arms crossed as she sat with tim, who was half-asleep and bernard who was reading with tim’s head on his shoulder.

hearing her name, y/n looked at jason who was staring at her as he took in her new look. what surprised him even more was she used her hands to sign ‘good afternoon jason’. with the surprise behind his eyes, he shifted lian on his lap before cooly saying “hey”. maybe it wasn’t cool since he can hear the giggling from afar and one close to him.

besides the teasing and childish giggling, y/n smiled at him before signing to him ‘how did you sleep?’. jason cleared his throat. “I slept alright. what about you?”.

‘I slept great. thank you’, she signs back.

cass watched the interaction, taking a sip of her freshly brewed coffee with a smile. jason looked like a teenage boy from here. she was glad she got to teach y/n some sign language since this morning when jason was asleep for the majority of it. it was nice to teach someone some ASL since she has been away. “you, look good”, jason says as he tried to not make it obvious he was checking her out basically.

y/n shyly looked down at the compliment. she did feel good. this morning, steph came in as she promised to help y/n pick some clothes out to wear since y/n didnt know the latest fashion trends.

but since y/n fell asleep accidentally in the tub last night, she had to rush in putting her bracelet on causing her tail to shed. the pain was unbearable. with steph waiting for her from her bedroom, she had to practically bite down on a towel to hide her pained screams. still feeling the pain and sting from her legs, y/n shifted in her seat to find something to subside the pain. with a simple gesture of ‘thank you’ in ASL, y/n smiled gratefully.

with his available hand, he signs back to y/n. ‘you’re welcome’.

and now he can feel the stares and school-giggling again, jason turned his head to whoever was doing it. he glared at dick, steph, and roy who immediately stopped before carrying on whatever they were doing to avoid him. as the evening went on, jason ate some breakfast that had grown cold from this morning. guessing everyone has been down here for a while now. lian babbled to jason about her trip with her mother, jade, and how they went to the zoo. and in response, jason had a good conversation with her. the young harper was a smart one. so saying “that’s good lian” and “sounds cool” repeatedly wouldn’t work on her as she would grow upset.

from talking to lian and roy, who just teased him immensely, he watched sometimes when cass taught y/n some more ASL. already picking up some words and phrases.

approaching from the dining room doorway is damian in a simple short sleeved shirt and some jeans. beside him was titus and chewie walking side to side. behind damian is bruce dressed up casually, no need to wear a suit today. safe to assume, bruce stayed in the bat cave and went out as Batman last night. “afternoon everyone”, bruce greets everyone.

‘hey’s and ‘hey bruce’ greetings fill the dining room.

“hey damian, what’s up with the new dog?”, steph asks the younger boy.

damian sits in the farthest seat from everybody else. he tilts his head down, grabbing a glass of water he left on the table. “brown. the new member is actually y/n’s companion if you so happen to know”, he says taking a sip.

the sentence alone made everyone drop what they were doing including bruce who was eating some cold bacon.

“did he just-“, dick asks as he slowly munched on his cereal.

“you- you called her y/n”, steph states the obvious to damian who shrugged his shoulder. to jason, he raised an eyebrow at the young league leader.

damian has a crush on y/n.

solely till everyone starts to tease the fourteen year old and jason would jump in with everyone. bruce speaks up, “before all of you tease damian. and speaking of damian, I have called everyone here to announce that we will have a ball for damian. as you all know, damian’s to return to the league soon. with little time, I say we celebrate his birthday early”, he explains to the family and friends.

high pitched and teasing ‘aww’s, almost everyone except jason, roy, lian, and tim go up to damian to give him hugs and kisses. only for him to push them away with disgusted look on his face. “away! do not touch me you imbeciles”, damian yelled at them. tim, on the otherhand, now slightly awake he looked around confused and tired in seeing damian being huddled by most his siblings. “what did i miss?”, tim yawns loudly already reaching for his cup of coffee. bernard chuckled at his sleepy boyfriend. “damian’s having a party for his birthday, tim”, he explains to the coffee addict.

“…it’s his birthday?” “almost his birthday babe”.

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the pair of best friends, both jason todd and roy harper sat on the vintage patterned couch in the living room, watching the movie ‘chicken little’ for the past two hours. twice. on the carpet with some snacks, laid lian harper and y/n. in the young woman’s arms was lian who was snuggled up in them. after discussing with everyone in the dining room, everyone went off doing their own thing.

in this house no one really bothered to find out what the other person was doing unless it involved them or they ended up hurt and questions needed to be given.

“oh…”, was all roy said as he watched the scenes of chicken little replay twice. over the course of watching the movie, jason explained to him what has been happening and that to his disappointment…y/n was not his girlfriend. or fiancé. or wife.

“yea…”, jason responded as well watching the movie.

the two go silent. the sound of the movie plays with the audio of ‘THE SKY IS FALLING’. lian could be heard giggling at the funny chicken.

“so…your not with her?” “nope”, jay says with the ‘p’ making a popping sound. roy nods slowly tapping his finger against his thigh. “but you like her?”, roy asks him without even looking at him.

without thinking, jason responds “yes”. a smug look on the red head’s paints it on his face. roy turns slowly with a slight side eye of mischief, as he turns jason looks at him with his head turning quickly. “wait. no I don’t. don’t look at me like that”.

roy wiggles his eyebrows faster than the flash.

jason glared at him. shaking his head with a deep sigh. “roy I don’t.” he stubbornly says crossing his arms.

“oh?”, roy says all surprised at the stubborn man. the red head turns his head to y/n who was cuddling lian. her dress pushed up slightly, could see her upper thighs lightly. a smirk at the idea in his head. sliding down the couch, roy spreads his legs wide. his hands clasp at the back of his head before tsking. “so you wouldn’t mind if I went up to y/n’s room with her then? I mean look at those legs man. man she got some nice legs…”, roy says. in his voice was smug just like his smile. the mention of his legs, jason unknowingly looks at y/n and catches the sight of her soft legs. “and thighs”, roy continues as he watches jason look at her.

and almost like a mocking. y/n shifts her positioning her to move her legs. the glimpse of her plush thighs giving jason and roy a slight show.

“so you wouldn’t mind?”, Jason’s attention snaps to roy who is already looking at him. “what?”, jason blankly asks not caring he got caught checking out y/n.

“you wouldn’t mind if I went with y/n, up to her room and-“ “if you finish that sentence I’ll kill ya”, jason threatens the red head harshly. his death stare would be scary to anybody else but to roy, it was funny.

a startled y/n and lian jump at roy’s booming laugh. the two figures on the floor watch roy laugh like manic meanwhile jason deadpanned at his best friend.

wiping a fake tear from his tear duct, roy slapped his knee before getting up from the couch. “oh man, that was great. wow. anyways lian sweetheart. come on, daddy’s gotta get some sleep tonight”, he says walking over to where lian lays. a low whine comes from the toddler as a noise of protest.

“noo daddy! I wanna stay with auntie y/n”, lian whines at roy as she snuggled close to y/n’s chest.

auntie y/n? jason thought. actually has a nice ring to it.

“I know baby but auntie y/n and uncle jay have some stuff to do later”, roy says with his hands on his muscular hips. with the last of hide sentence, roy turned to jason with a wink as a imply to the adult stuff. jay rolled his eyes as well getting up to go where roy is. “but-“, lian is cut off by jason who kneels where her and y/n are.

between lian and her uncle jay, jay clasps his hands together before holding a hand out to his niece.

“lian, sweet pea…how about when you’re daddy’s working. me and auntie y/n can watch you and we can go to the carnival? does that sound like a deal?”, he asks the toddler. her tiny hand in his as he pulls her closer to him. jason runs a scarred hand through her black hair, similar to his.

upon hearing the ‘deal’, lian jumps in the air excitedly. “really?!”, she squeals in delight.

jason smiled lightly before nodding, lian now jumps over to roy. “yes! you gotta a deal uncle jay”, she points at jason as roy picks her up in his arms. chuckling at the action, “deal kiddo”.

lian and roy excitedly talk to each other of later in the futures events. y/n rolls on her back, pushing down the material of her dress. about to get up on her own, she sees jason’s hand held out to her. her hand slips into his, her trust in the palm of his hand.

to jason, her hand was always soft. he liked that.

“let’s go and say bye to them?”, jason leans down to her ear and whispers. y/n looked at him before nodding slowly. he grips her smaller hand in his as he leads her to the front door of the manor. the same one he took her to when she arrived.

by the door is lian and roy in their jackets and shoes already. seeing the young woman, lian jumps and runs to y/n. hugging her soft legs, nuzzling into them cutely. “bye auntie y/n. I’ll see you again, okay?”, lian asks her ‘auntie’. with her hands and arms wrapped around her leg, y/n nodded before bending down to lian’s smaller height. the younger harper let’s go of y/n as she sees y/n is now near her height.

brushing a delicate finger across lian’s face, y/n cupped the child’s soft round face into her hands. leaning down, a soft motherly kiss on lian’s forehead.

pulling away from the toddler, lian wraps her tiny arms around y/n’s neck.

watching from the side, roy remember that lian hasn’t had much motherly contact in a while since jade or Cheshire has been doing whatever she does, not being able to see lian for months. as much as he would like to say it, it was nice seeing lian with a woman. not just any woman, jason’s woman.

“alright lia, let’s get goin. we can stop by and get some ice cream”, roy pulls out his car keys from his pocket. lian let go of y/n before skipping to her father. both of their hands clasped together.

the two start heading out the door meanwhile both jay and y/n watched, a small wave and a ‘call me if you need anything roy’ from jason.

once the father and daughter duo had left, jason looked at her. her face was longing. y/n always had a soft spot for children. and being around lian was nice. as much as she would love to have her own, that was simply not possible.

jason was the same. too afraid the kid will be just as fucked up as he is. he could only hope one day he could have a family of his own and a normal life with no crime. it wasn’t simple or possible for either of them.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

as the night stayed young, most of the children went out in their suits of their named heroes. and one of those children was jason. giving the older man an advantage to speak to the bats alone. after saying goodnight to y/n and explaining he will going out with his family for a bit, jason wanted to track down black mask before anything else happens under his watch. all while alfred sat on the huge computer chair, typing away at a newly made file. dinner would be a little late tonight unfortunately.

FILE : Y/N

AGE: MID TWENTIES

EYE COLOR: E/C

HAIR: Y/H/C

SOCIAL SECURITY: UNKNOWN

BACKGROUND CHECK: UNKNOWN

NOTE: FOUND ON ONE OF BLACK MASKS SHIPPING TERRITORY, BEACH. HAS SCAR MARKS ON EACH SIDE OF HER NECK. NON-VERBAL. FOUND SCALES AND BLOOD ON TUB.

“alfred, what is important you needed for me to turn in early tonight?”, bruce asks his father figure as he walked over to him. the infamous Batman now attire in his white t-shirt and black sweats. bruce looks up at the huge computer screen only to see the file name that caught his eye. ‘Y/N’.

in the course of, alfred had not answered bruce. curious, bruce rounds to sit on the keyboard to get the older man’s attention.

“alfred…”, he calls out to him as he crosses his muscular arms.

“sire…as you know I have called for you”, alfred says still typing quickly.

“you did”. “I have found this sample from miss y/n’s room. and I will say, you should take a look at this”, alfred says as he pulls his attention to bruce. his now naked hand slides the earlier founded samples of what looks like fish scales coated with slime and blood to him on a clear round container. bruce picks it up inspecting it.

“you said you found this in y/n’s room?”, bruce asks alfred still observing the odd sample.

“more like the bathroom, sir”.

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author’s note: hi my loves! so since last chapter , I feel like was weak sauce to me. I made this chapter longer and I’m trying to finish the next chapters for you guys. I’ve been stressed with this moving thing and trying to save money so it’s been a lot for me right now. but writing and fan fiction helps me take my mind of these things. and since I saw so many likes on chapter three, it made me so happy to see people like my stories! which is why I’m going to be releasing this chapter early! as a thank you to my loves! ah! yes! I will say a heads up next chapters will be sexy and dark. and more so sad cause listening to my mixed playlists, the feels be getting to me. so this is another rushed chapter so I’ll be editing sometime when the series ends! but I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! stay safe my loves!

BINX

chapter six

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[upon-a-starry-night]

Wanda: *approaches Y/n*

Wanda: Y/n... I have to tell you something. I’ve liked you for quite a while and I’d like to take you out on a date

*whole team watching in anticipation*

*Y/n looking around confusedly before taking out airpods*

Y/n: Sorry Wanda, did you say something? 

Wanda:...No * walks away flustered*

Bonus-

*Clint handing Nat 10 dollars*

Nat: Y/n’s just too oblivious for their own good

[welcome-home-art-dump]

Wally Darling x Kaiju Reader One-shot

Just a little scenario from my book;

"Wally's having an issue getting an apple from an apple tree, when much taller Kaiju-reader comes to the rescue"

Someone suggested it on my Wattpad.

It was a warm, peaceful noon in the colorful neighborhood of Home. The sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves of the surrounding woods filled the air, and the sweet scent of flowers and leaves wafted in the air, which spread from the lukewarm breeze that blew through the town. Such pleasant weather brought out the residents out of their houses; Frank was out in search of butterflies to reasearch, Julie was out playing hopscotch with Sally, Barnaby was exchanging jokes with Howdy, Eddie was delivering his usual routes and Poppy was doing her usual baking.

Overall, like usual, everyone was enjoying themselves in the radiant sunshine.

....well... almost everyone was enjoying themselves.

"Oh dear..."

Normally, on a day like today, local painter, Wally would use a day like today for prime painting time, as the sun's light caught everything just right. He already had his canvas set up, with his art supplies out and ready for use. However, the canvas was not only blank, but the paints and brushes haven't even been touched, save for being set out. Even the stool he sat at was empty, as he stood a few paces away from it, his focus trained on something hanging overhead.

"Gosh darn it..." Wally muttered to himself, staring up at a plump, red delicious apple that hung on a sturdy branch several feet above him. For the past several minutes, he was struggling to get to the darn fruit, at first trying to reach it by standing on his stool, then tried to use a stick to dislodge it, and at some point even tried jumping on his stool to get it for himself.

Nothing worked.

The apple still hung there, swaying gently in the breeze almost tauntingly. He stared back at it, his usual smile strained in frustration, his hand brought up to his chin as he contemplated the high hanging fruit.

"Wally?"

A dark shadow suddenly loomed over him, which didn't startle him, per-say, but it was sudden enough to snap him out of his deep thought. He curiously glanced over his shoulder and once he recognized the (color) pants and (color) shoes, he felt his frustration evaporate and replace itself with pure joy.

"(Name). What a pleasant surprise." He drawled in his usual placid voice, instinctively speedwalking up to you and hugging your shin. "Hiya, Neighbor. What brings you out here?" He asked, tilting his head back so he could look up at you.

You shrugged, getting onto one knee so he'd see your face better. "I was on my way to my usual sunning spot. I wanna warm up my wings." You replied, fluttering the (color) webbed wings on your back for emphasis.

"Sounds lovely." Wally's smile broadened slightly at the thought. He always loved how peaceful you looked when you sunned, with those magnificent, shiny wings of yours flared out. Oh, how he'd love to see them in action, but he's yet to see you take flight. He could only wonder how graceful you looked in the air. He had to remember to ask for a ride sometime. "...I wish I had wings."

You chuckled softly and gave him a friendly pat on the head, careful not to mess up his pompadour. "So! What brings you out here today, neighbor?"

Wally smiled peacefully. "Oh, you know me," Wally stepped off your leg, neatly lacing his hands behind his back and subtly rocking back and forth on his heels as he turned his head towards the side, towards his art set-up. "Just out doing some painting on such a vibrant day."

"Ah, I see." You smiled at the display, and turned back to him. "Well, what were you jumping for?"

Wally blinked. "Eh?"

"When I was walking by, I saw you were jumping on your stool here." You explained, matter-of-factly.

"You did?" Wally was a bit surprised, but tried not to show it. He swore that he was alone, with everyone back at the neighborhood doing their own things. He didn't even see you. How far away were you when he was doing that? He felt his face grow warm with modesty at the fact you managed to catch him in such a silly predicament. "I didn't think you could see that far."

You chuckled in response, pointing to your eyes. "I can see pretty far with these eyes."

"Oh I bet..." Wally murmured in response, his cheeks going from a vibrant orange to a vivid red as he locked his eyes with your brilliant slitted (color) eyes. He smiled broadly, tilting his head and smiling lazily.

"...I can see far into yours..."

You snickered softly at the comment, as you broke away from his gaze and idly looked up from the place he was hopping at and caught sight of the apple dangling on a sturdy branch just a few feet above him.

"Oh!" you let out lighthearted chuckle, reaching up and pulling an apple from its branch and held it in front of him. "Is this what you were trying to get?"

Wally stared at the offered apple for a moment, blinking a couple times. "I-I was." He affirmed somewhat awkwardly before silently taking the apple from your hand. "Thank you."

"No problem!" You placed a hand on his head. "If you need a hand with anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?"

Wally silently nodded, his smile not wavering.

You nodded back and slowly rose to your feet. "Watch out for my tail." You warned as you turned around, making sure your tail didn't hit the little painter as you sauntered back towards your sunning spot, unaware of Wally watching your tail's snake-like movement in the grass.

Wally stared in your direction for a moment, before looking down at the apple in his hands, his smile wide and dopey at the fact you had held it. He held the apple to his chest, humming at a warm feeling in his cheeks.

He looked back to his art set up.

He found his inspiration for the day.

Admittedly, had a bit of difficulty trying to capture Wally's personality.

Anyhow, this is a bit slowburn, but if any of yall have more scenarios/one-shots, the asks are open.

[pokegalla]

*inhales*

I feel bad for Leorio on this one ngl-

An ask from @theneurodivergentdummy

Hope you enjoy!

Love in Different Shapes

“Where is (Y/n), Gon, and Killua? We were supposed to meet them here,” Kurapika said looking at the time.

Leorio also looked impatient. Not because of the mission they had to do or because they were late (though it does irk him a bit), but because he wanted more time with (Y/n). She was just too sweet….he plans on asking her out! No backing down! His flirting game is now on!

“Lee! Pika! We’re heeeeeere~” (Y/n) said as she walked over to them, “Sorry! We saw this awesome candy shop and we just HAD to stop and check it out!” Gon had a huge lollipop while Killua was munching on those ChocoRobo-kun chocolate balls.

“(Y/n)! Stop spoiling them,” Kurapika shouted.

(Y/n) stuck her tongue out and shrugged, “My bad Mamapika….no harm done in giving the boys a little special something. I got something for everyone else too! Even a med kit! Just in case y’know?” Kurapika tried to say something but sighed. He really can’t argue with that.

Leorio pushed him aside, “ANYWAYS. Let’s discuss more pressing matters,” He took her hands and pressed them to his chest, “(Y/n)! I would love to spend more time with you! Would you like to go out with me?!”

(Y/n) stared at him, “Well….let’s have fun on the mission, k? I’d love to hang out with my friends as well!”

The ‘friends’ hit him in the face like an arrow. That’s all he’s seen as? Friends?! The answer was so simple….so nonchalant. He won’t back down! He won’t let this setback get him downhearted!

“I will confess my love for you (Y/n)-Chan and I will be your lover,” Leorio said proudly.

“Dude….she left already,” Killua said pointing back to her retreating form.

“Wait for me (Y/n)-Chaaaaaaan,” Leorio said running after her. Everyone sweat dropped as they watched but they laugh it off and run to catch up.

Everyone was exhausted after the mission, laying around the hotel room like logs. (Y/n) was bandaging up Gon’s knee after he scrapped it.

“It’s ok Gon. You’re tough and can handle anything,” (Y/n) said to cheer him up.

“Like a boulder,” Gon said proudly. (Y/n) giggled at Gon’s enthusiasm. She loved how quickly he can recover. She finished properly wrapping his knee up.

“There! All better! Good jo-oop” She was interrupted by Gon’s hug.

“Thanks Onee-san,” He said happily.

(Y/n) smiled sweetly before returning the hug, “No problem kiddo!”

She happily watched as he went to Killua to play. She wasn’t done yet, she had to check on Kurapika and Leorio before resting. She shook her head, already expecting some trouble ahead. Sure enough once she peeked in their room, they were butting heads and you could practically see static forming from their clashing glares.

“Can you just turn off the lights?! I’m tired and I can’t sleep with all the lights on,” Kurapika shouted.

“It’s only 8:00pm!!! And I need light to read to read my book! Not my fault you’re tired Grandma,” Leorio retorted.

(Y/n) giggled sensing their nen rising as they were about to fight. She quickly used her nen ability when they were about to fight and used it on some pillows. She swung the pillows around and threw it. It ZOOMED across the room and before Kurapika or Leorio could react on time, it smacked them both across the face, sending them flying on their bums. It successfully stopping their abilities before they used it on each other.

“You boys are such dummies. No more fighting, k~?” She simply said with a laugh.

Killua and Gon also saw what happened, “Pillow fight?!”

Kurapika panicked, “W-What?! No-!”

“Pillow fiiiiiiiiight,” (Y/n) shouted as well.

It was pure chaos of pillows and feathers as they had a pillow free-for-all. Eventually everyone just slowly got too tired, Killua and Gon just passing out mid-way while Kurapika was asleep after being buried in pillows. Leorio was blushing and had a nosebleed as (Y/n) fell asleep on him. Though….he was still upset he failed to ask her out. He sighed and caressed her sleeping face.

“Man I suck at these sort of things….you’re just so cute and caring for others, I get all excited just to see you smiling at me that I’m at lost for words,” He sighed before laying back, “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

He jumped out his skin. He looked down to see (Y/n) rubbing her eyes but looking up at him, “Y-Y-Y-You heard me?!”

“Yeah? Leorio….you know I love you too right? I always did….,” She said. Leorio sat up, his heart thumping and smiling widely.

“Really?! You really do?!” He asked excitedly.

(Y/n) giggled, still holding Leorio tightly, “Of course I do Lee….you guys are like family to me!” You could practically hear glass shattering as his hopes came crashing down. “Mmmm I’m still tired….nighty night Lee. Sleep well ok? And we’ll hang out more tomorrow, k~?” She fell asleep right away.

Gon, Killua, and Kurapika stared at Leorio. He glared at them, “THE HELL YOU LOOKING AT-?!”

They look away quickly while Gon just patted his back, “It’s ok Leorio. At least she loves you back!” Leorio understood that Gon was just trying to cheer him up so he just sighs and enjoys the moment.