wc: 0.9 K
warnings: none, fluff, kinda slice of life, no y/n used, Damian is about eighteen in here
summary: Damian is extra soft with his mute friend.
a/n: so, someone tried to break into my apartment today, now I need to write something sweet so I won't go insane. Enjoy!
Damian never thought he would trust anyone with his dog as much as he trusts you with Titus. Not even he notices the faint smile, that worked its way onto his face, while he watches you pet the Great Dane. Normally, he always hovers and stays close whenever one of his so-called brothers play or pet any of his pets. But with you? He lets loose.
After a moment of admiring your gentle way with the massive dog, he gets off his desk chair to sit down beside you, his body facing you while sitting cross legged.
Are you hungry yet? He signs, eyes fixed on yours. You respond in kind, letting go of Titus to sign back.
No, thanks. Stop worrying over me.
A light huff escapes Damian before he begrudgingly accepts your answer. He crosses his arms and looks back at Titus, who stares right back at his owner.
»This dog is really spoiled, thanks to you.« Damian finally speaks up and gives you a short glance before getting off the floor. You wish you could answer him or at least let out a small snort, but all that comes out is a short exhale of air— barely similar to a snort. Damian understands it anyway.
You focus back on Titus and continue to give him soft belly rubs, before a soft tune comes from the other side of Damian‘s room. It‘s soft jazz, and once you look over, you see him standing near the recorder with a few other vinyl‘s in hand. This makes you curious, and you quickly usher over to him. A soft tap on his shoulder catches his attention, his green pair of eyes finding your own. It‘s hard not to notice your clear excitement.
Can I look through them? You gesture to the various albums in his hands, and Damian holds them out to you without hesitation. The few vinyl‘s are mostly from classic jazz artists, some being piano concerts, while the other are band compositions.
»I have more in here, if you‘re interested.«
He asks up after a moment, being already crouched down at a shelf near the recorder. You watch him before joining him on the floor, starting to go through the albums. It is just another way to get a glimpse of his mind and his taste. And when he answers your questions, it‘s like you get even more admireable information to be grateful about.
The silence streches between you two, being filled by the gentle jazz tunes from the recorder.
Damian takes the chance to simply study you, to take in your features without being interrupted. After a moment, a wet tongue drags along his cheek, all the way to his hairline. Damian groans and pushes his dog‘s head away gently, glaring at Titus. But the glare softens quickly, not being able to be annoyed for too long.
»Why are you so affectionate? Hungry?«
He sees your amused smile from the corner of his eye, briefly glancing over to you.
Can I feed him treats?
»After his real dinner.« Damian promises, eventually getting off the floor to take care of his starving dog. You get up and follow along quickly, curling your pinky around his own. He doesn‘t mind, letting you reach out to him, since he knows you are more comfortable with physical reassurance.
»Master Damian, I see you have a friend over.« Alfred makes himself known once you enter the kitchen together.
»Titus is hungry.«
»Right.« The butler nods, giving you a final glance, before he walks out of the kitchen.
When he first met you, after scaring off a group of bullies, he didn‘t even realise you were mute. He only pieced it together when you signed something to him, that he didn‘t understand at the time. That was a year ago, now you were close to being best friends.
The moment he asked Alfred if he could teach him sign language, he put a lot of effort to keep you as a friend. His first real friend from school.
Titus eats up his food eagerly, almost drooling all over the place. You stay longer and get outside into the big backyard of their, together with Damian, playing fetch with his dog.
Unfortunately, the hang out comes to an end when the sun sets, and your parents pick you up from the manson.
Damian feels his heart break everytime you have to leave, exchanging a tight hug before he finally lets you go home. He lingers at the doors, watching you get into your parents car before driving off.
»How long have you been together?« Tim startles him from behind, a lazy smirk on his face as enjoys the jump he earned form Damian.
»Drake, « Damian hisses, turning around to face him fully after shutting the door tight, »they are just a friend!« He defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest, a habit he still can‘t shake off.
Tim cocks his head, seeming unimpressed. »Yeah, you do everything for them, like—«
»I know I learned sign language just for them, but anyone would do that.« The younger interrupts, rolling his eyes at the elder‘s teasing.
Surely, their argument goes on and on until one of them gets scolded by Alfred, but the point still stands.
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chubby reader on a shopping spree with Toji. mean mugging at anyone who stares at his girl for way too long :3
toji mean mugging anyone who stares at you...♡
the cart squeaks every time he pushes it, one hand on the handle, the other glued to your waist like it lives there, fingers spread wide and heavy, thumb pressing into your side every few seconds like hes checking you didnt disappear.
youre busy, completely unbothered, leaning into shelves, comparing labels, picking things up and putting them back with a little hum under your breath, your body brushing into him without thinking.
you dont notice, but he sees it, all the goddamn time.
some guy down the aisle doing that not so slick double take when you reach up for something, another one straight up slowing his cart just to look again, like he forgot how to act for a second.
and toji notices, he totally does.
his head turns slow, eyes locking on like a spotlight that only points at idiots, his expression flattening out into something mean and unimpressed, like hes already decided he doesnt like them. he glares at the man, his expression saying 'ill gut you.'
the guy looks away so fast its almsot embarrassing.
"...yeah, keep walkin." he mutters under his breath, voice low, annoyed. youre still over there, completely unaware, holding up two things with a little tilt of your head.
"which one do you think?" you ask, soft.
he looks at you and immediately switches, like a light flipping, the edge in his face dulling just enough, lips twitching up a hitch and eyes softening as he fixes his attention onto you.
"get both." he says, to which you blink.
"both?"
he shrugs, like you just asked something stupid.
"yeah, baby." he mutters. "why you even askin'."
you smile at that, pleased, turning back to the shelf, but behind you, someone else looks.
tojis jaw tightens, eyes cutting over immediately, stare sharp enough to physically shove the man two steps back. his hand presses firmer into your side, pulling you back into him just a little, like hes casually reclaiming his spot.
he glares at the man, eyes locked on him as he presses his nose into your hair, giving the spot a quick kiss as if to say, 'see? thats my girl.'
you lean into him without even noticing, still focused on your little shopping mission, completely unbothered.
meanwhile hes standing there like a guard dog with a bad attitude, thumb dragging slow along your waist, eyes still scanning like hes daring someone to try it again.
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it will be MDNI but this part is just suggestive hehe <3
You three are absolutely tipsy, Satoru can’t handle alcohol at all so just one little fruity drink has him nuzzling your neck, you feel overheated from it, Suguru right on the other side of you, his thigh pressed against yours, hand on your knee casually as he peeks through his phone. You’re used to this, how touchy feely your two roomates and best friends are.
But tonight it feels a little different.
After a really tough mission you all clearly needed to relax, and tonight with your friends was so much fun, getting your minds off everything that’s so wrong in the world and just enjoying childhood friends. Yet Satoru’s lips feel too good, he starts hugging you around your waist, mumbling your name, you look to Suguru who smiles a bit at you in the dark of the backseat.
“Satoru get off her,” he playfully presses a kiss on your neck and Suguru tenses just a bit next to you, when he sees your nipples press up in that dress you’ve got on. “You’re mawing at her.”
“She smells sweet, hmm,” Satoru kisses your neck again, the three of you are all tipsy, but you’ve been tipsy, for some reason this is ruining your psyche. “Tastes sweet, Sugu does she taste sweet to you?”
“Satoru did you lick me!?” He grins against your neck, tongue lapping at the curve of your neck again, Suguru snorts.
“Taste her, hmm? What sweetheart, do I make you nervous?”
“Psh, no,” your heart is hammering in your chest when Suguru leans over, his eyes just a little dazed from a couple drinks, nose against your neck, inhaling, that’s when your pulse jumps, the two men on either side of you, so close, you feel their warmth slipping in. “Sugu… you’re drunk too?”
Not really, Suguru just wants to kiss your neck, tantalizing him every day since he met you as a first year at Jujutsu high, and fuck if it’s gotten worse – the crush Satoru and Suguru have on you. The way they dream of just sharing you, you don’t know because they don’t say it, scared to lose you in their lives.
But if Satoru is going to give in for the night, Suguru is too, kissing you right behind the ear and moaning softly, his hand slipping up your thigh. He’s throbbing just tasting a hint of your skin, all those years of pecking you on the cheek or the head was nothing like this, like goosebumps rising on your neck, the heat near his fingertips.
Satoru brushes your hair back, tilting your chin up, his eyes this beautiful, eerie blue in the night, his cheeks flushed from his drink. “Wonder what her lips taste like, Sugu.”
“Mmm, bet they’re sweet, like all of her,” fuck, fuck, fuck.
You’re soaking wet and trapped between your best friends.
➥ rundown ; One night, you pour your heart out to your best friend about your perfect dream life, the kind of love with babies and warm homes and not having to do life alone but no one ever stayed long. He listens. And then he promises to help you find the life you want. another one night, one kiss, one mistake- maybe. Until it isn’t. Until two pink lines show up. Until you’re carrying the future you once only whispered about. You don’t know what happens next. But he’s still here. And maybe, just maybe… he might be the one you always dreamt of.
genre ; best friends to lovers | accidental pregnancy au
✦ Jungkook x y/n
✦ word count ; tbc | 18+
✦ one-shot | part of the short n' sweet series ( coming soon! )
warnings - contains smut.
a/n ; i know some ya'll prob think i'm obsessed with pregnancy au's but i promise i''m not!!! it's just, it took me a while to come out of writer's block and i tried writing many fics but i was having a hard time getting inspired and...this happened to be easier to type prob since i was typing one night stand for 2 years and the pregnancy au is just within me. haha but i promise, it's just this! no more pregnancy aus!
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Summary: When Henry reaches into your mind inside the Creel House, he doesn’t just see your fear, he sees you. What begins as manipulation slowly turns into something far more dangerous: a connection neither of you is ready to name.
Warning: Dark, manipulation, angst, semi slowburn and J-J-JAMIEEEE.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who enjoyed the first part! You are all so incredibly sweet, and it truly means more than you know. 🫶 I’ll be updating more often now, every other day! Thank you, my lovelies, and I hope you enjoy the second chapter!! Please let me know what yall think, your comments genuinely motivate me to keep writing. 💭✨ ALSO I WATCHED MY MORTAL INSTRUMENT AND MY GOODNESS, jamie had me giggling and kicking my feet 🫣
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You almost said yes.
You let out a soft sigh of relief, tears filling your dilated eyes as you looked into his. Just as you were about to speak, you heard a voice, soft and barely audible, but it was there. It sounded familiar. Your gaze drifted down the empty, dark hallway, searching for the source of the sound.
“Shh,” Henry said gently, lifting his hand to guide your attention back to him. “I’m here.”
You felt dazed, and then the sound came again, warped, as if it were muffled by water.
“Come back,” a voice called out. His voice.
Your voice barely above a whisper. “Steve?”
You felt Henry shift, his stance becoming more rigid, standing taller, something sharper slipping through the calm.
He brought his hand back to your face, firm this time, guiding your attention to him.
“They’re trying to pull you away,” he said quietly. “And if you let them… they won’t survive what’s to come.”
His thumb brushed your cheek.
“Stay,” Henry murmured. “I won’t hurt you. You know that.”
“Do I?” You took his hand from your face, your fingers trembling as you slowly backed away, every instinct screaming at you to be careful.
“All you’ve done is cause me pain,” you said quietly, your voice shaking but steady enough to hold its ground. “On top of everything my life had already given me.”
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.
“I won’t deny that you’ve left a mark on me,” you continued. “An irreversible one.”
A beat.
“But that doesn’t mean I belong to you.” Your heart raced as you shook your head, tears blurring your vision.
“Wake up!” Steve’s voice slammed into the space around you, no longer distant, no longer muffled. “Come back, please!”
The world began to tremble. The walls shuddered. Henry’s form flickered violently, his presence stuttering as the sound tore through the trance. Light split the air ahead of you, rippling, unstable, and through it you saw them, through a cloud a world away.
Your body is motionless on the floor of the Creel House. Steve was gripping your shoulders, shaking you desperately, his voice breaking as he begged you to wake up seeing only the whites of your eye.
Nancy and Robin were hacking at the hive mind vines, hands blistered and shaking as they fought to weaken whatever hold Vecna had on you. Flames coated the walls as they fought with everything they had.
“Robin! Nancy! Help!” Steve choked out, as he had you wrapped in his arms.
They had come in with a plan. They thought they understood Vecna’s pattern. Max was supposed to be the one to draw in Vecna, distract him while you guy were the nail in the coffin.
None of them had seen this coming.
None of them had expected him to sink his claws into you instead.
Your chest burned. Without thinking, you ran.
“NO!” Henry’s voice snapped sharp for the first time as you bolted toward the opening, the pull of the real world dragging at you like gravity.
The portal roared, wind tearing at your clothes as you leapt. Henry lunged. His fingers brushed the back of your jacket, grazing fabric before slipping away.
Missed.
He stood still for a moment, staring into the empty space where you once were. At a glance, he looked calm and collected but his hands were clenched so tightly they could have drawn blood.
You fell.
Slammed back into your body with a violent gasp.
You sucked in air like you had been drowning, your lungs burning as your eyes snapped open. Steve was there instantly, pulling you upright, crushing you against him as relief tore through his face.
“Oh my god,” he breathed, pulling you in. “You’re here. I got you.”
Nancy and Robin collapsed beside you, panting, bruised, alive. But you didn’t relax.
Your heart was still racing.
Your hands shook as dread curled deep in your stomach. “He’s not done,” you whispered hoarsely. “We have to go. Now.”
The house answered you.
Vines exploded from the walls. Nancy barely had time to scream before she was yanked backward, slammed hard against the wall. Robin was ripped off her feet beside her, wrists pinned above her head.
“NO!” you shouted, scrambling forward with Steve. You and Steve hacked and pulled at the vines. When suddenly, a vine lashed out, wrapping tight around Steve’s throat.
He choked, hands flying to his neck as he was lifted off the floor, boots kicking uselessly as another vine coiled around his chest.
“Steve!” you screamed.
Nancy thrashed helplessly. Robin sobbed your name.
And then…
“There you are.” Henry’s voice slid into your mind, calm and warm, as if none of this cost him anything. “You ran.” He murmured.
Tears streamed down your face as you dropped to your knees, shaking.
“Please,” you sobbed, a hand coming to your chest, feeling as if your heart were actually breaking in two. “Stop. Please.”
“You see now,” Henry continued softly. “You don’t get to walk away. Not when you matter this much.”
Steve’s eyes met yours, wide, panicked, still trying to tell you not to do this, but all that came out were choked gasps as his face began to turn a deadly shade. The vine tightened.
Something inside you shattered completely.
“I’LL DO IT!” you screamed. “I’ll go with you, just let them go! PLEASE!”
Silence crashed down. The vines froze.
Steve collapsed to the floor, gasping violently as the grip around his throat released.
Nancy and Robin dropped beside him, coughing, clutching each other as you scrambled to them, sobbing uncontrollably.
Henry’s voice bloomed around you, patient and certain, filling the space you couldn’t escape.
“You made the right choice,” he whispered. “You always do.”
A vine coiled around your leg. Hands grabbed you instantly, Steve, Nancy, and Robin, pulling, screaming your name as the vine dragged you backward toward the door.
“Now,” Henry’s voice murmured, calm and patient. “You know what to do.”
You swallowed hard. You knew what you had to do.
“I’m sorry,” you choked through tears. Steve’s eyes widened. “I had to.”
“No, don’t!”
You let go.
The vine yanked you through the front door, your scream tearing into the dark.
The world began to blur.
Henry guided you home.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it! Next chapter will be up on Friday! The next chapters will def be way longer, promise <3
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