Ambiguous Relationships

“Was It Only for the Cameras?” ♡ | Katsuki Bakugo

You used to be his favorite place to come home to. How unfortunate that home was never the only place he wanted to be. It started with a photoshoot. A few late nights. A little too much laughter with Uraraka, a little too little time for you. And suddenly, the whole world was convinced they were perfect together. Perhaps it was all for the cameras. And perhaps the cruelest part was that Katsuki Bakugou had always hated losing. He just hadn’t realized he was losing you.

♡ Katsuki Bakugo | Why Does It Look Good?!

Katsuki lost a bet with Kirishima, and as his girlfriend, your job was to ensure he got made fun of. I mean, come on—you had to deal with his godforsaken hair every year. The man doesn’t even do anything with it and spends exactly zero seconds on it, which is why he always woke up looking like some spiked pineapple. Nonetheless, you were literally getting an entire speech ready, prepared to tell him you’d still love him even if he looked like a peeled potato. Ready to get your camera set up the moment he walks through those doors and never let him live it down. Then he walked in. …WHY DOES IT LOOK GOOD??? Absolutely not, he must plead guilty for voodoo.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓮𝓲𝓵 𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓤𝓼

𝒜 𝓋ℯ𝒾𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓃ℊ𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓌ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂, 𝓈ℴ 𝒻𝒾𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓈ℯℯ 𝒾𝓉, 𝓎ℯ𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽. ➽──────────────❥ In a snow-dusted city, a stoic police officer takes you in after you flee your gilded life as a blind heiress, sparking a quiet existence of tactile rituals, lingering touches, and unspoken longing. You live like a married couple under the same roof, separated only by an invisible, paper-thin veil, waiting for the moment you decide to tear it down.

ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ⑅ off-campus boys

An open romance sounds like the ultimate cheat code for college life. ​The rulebook is simple: No claims. No exclusivity. No right to be mad. ​​You want less than a lover. You want to avoid the responsibilities. But the second someone tries to lock down a label, put a ring on your schedule, or demand accountability, you can point to the unwritten agreement and walk away scot-free. ​It is designed to keep everyone safe. It is designed to prevent anyone from getting hurt. ​Except human nature refuses to read the terms and conditions.

Static Between Us (or What the Halls Say)

College AU. Illumi and Y/N have been together since middle school — a relationship that only exists because Y/N refused to take no for an answer back then, and Illumi, in his own detached way, eventually just... stopped resisting it. It's not a loud relationship. Illumi doesn't do declarations or jealousy or reassurance. He shows up. He stays. That's always been enough for Y/N, or at least enough that they stopped asking for more. Hisoka is Illumi's ex from before Y/N — and somehow, impossibly, still around. Still part of the friend group. Still texting Illumi at odd hours. Everyone treats it as normal because Hisoka insists it's normal, that he and Illumi are "fine," that there's nothing left to pick at. Illumi never confirms this so much as fails to deny it, which Y/N has always taken as agreement, because arguing with Illumi's silence has never gotten them anywhere. Then the rumor hits campus: someone swears they saw Illumi and Hisoka in an empty classroom, mid-kiss, before class change. It spreads the way these things do — fast, exaggerated, impossible to trace back to a source. By the time it reaches Y/N, it's already been through six people. Y/N asks Illumi directly. And Illumi — who could kill this in one sentence — doesn't. He doesn't say yes. He doesn't say no. He just looks at Y/N with that flat, unreadable calm and lets the silence answer instead, the way he always has. Y/N doesn't push. Doesn't accuse, doesn't cry, doesn't make a scene — that's not their dynamic and never has been. But something shifts quietly. They start noticing things they'd trained themselves not to: how long Hisoka's texts run, the specific way Illumi's shoulders angle toward him in a crowded room, the inside jokes that predate Y/N by years. Nothing dramatic

I Can Tell You Tomorrow, right?

Youve loved Regulus Black for longer than you have ever been brave enough to say. For a while, that is manageable. You sit beside him in the library. You remember the things he pretends not to care about. You learn every version of his silence and convince yourself there will always be time to tell him eventually. Then Regulus starts acting strange. He gives things back. Disappears without explanation. Looks at you for too long, like there is something sitting behind his teeth that he refuses to let out. You think he is pulling away. So, naturally, you say nothing. When Regulus leaves Hogwarts without telling you where he is going, you follow him. It is only supposed to be for answers. Instead, there is a locket, a secret Regulus was never meant to know, and a plan he very clearly does not intend to walk away from. You should leave. Regulus tells you to. But you’ve never been very good at listening to him.. and somewhere between the cave, the water, and all the things you waited far too long to say, you finally admit the truth. Regulus already knows. Unfortunately, there are some questions the world does not give you time to finish asking.

Fyodor

Como o tempo passa, não é, Fyodor? Já viveste tantos anos! 486, para ser específica. Viveu tanto... Agora estamos no século 21, mas acredito que seu coração não. Ah, você ainda se recorda dela, não é? Hahaha. Logo você, um homem que se gabava de ser algo além de *humano*? Imagina? Ela está morta. Ou não? Não pode ser. Reencarnação não existe, não é?