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skinnyducky · 3 years ago

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maneater // v.h.

There was a lot of inspiration behind this one. First there was Jennifer's Body, and then it went to the Dimitrescu ladies from Resident Evil: Village, and then I got a bit of inspiration from Mileena from Mortal Kombat. There was just a lot of ideas following and I packed them into one twisted story. This is going to be a bit different from what I usually write and it's going to be a bit weird. But, if you like outrageous, borderline thriller, and dark horror-esqe writing, then this is for you. Hope you enjoy!

link to part 2

Word Count: 1278, unedited

WARNING: a little weird and creepy, partying, mention of blood, tiny makeout session, very dark, and I think that's all.

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Vinnie couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were so obscure, yet so radiant, practically a lilac in a field of roses. You were like a rare jewel, and he needed to collect you. He didn’t want to come off as a creep, but there was something about you. Maybe it was your choice of dress, the way you softly swayed to the beat of the music, or maybe it was the fact that you stuck out like an angel among demons. Whatever it was, it was hypnotizing.

Before, he was not excited to come to some random influencer party. Hell, his friends practically dragged him out of his gaming chair and into the backseat of a car. He barely even had time to finish getting the last kill on Valorant. The minute they all stumbled into the trashed home, he quickly found the nearest wall and clung to it. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes into the party that he stumbled upon you. And if the time on his watch was correct, he’d been watching you for nearly an hour. From the minute you walked into his to view, when you headed to the kitchen for a drink, to now where you were leaning against the wall across from him, watching the scene around you. Whatever displeasure he had towards coming was immediately replaced with delight thanks to you.

Vinnie continued to observe you for another minute before someone moved in front of him, blocking his view of you. He grumbled at the person, motioning for them to get out the way. It took some time before they finally moved. Vinnie filled with happiness as the thought of seeing you danced around his head. But the slight grin he wore fell when he noticed you staring directly at him.

“Shit.” He said to himself, attempting to avoid your alluring gaze. Although, no matter how hard he tried, his eyes always found their way back to yours.

Giving up his efforts of trying to not look at you, he sent a wave in your direction. Yet, you didn’t return the gesture. You just stood there, both expressionless and motionless. It was definitely eerie, and had it been anyone else, Vinnie would’ve been spooked. But since it was you, he didn’t think too much about it.

You two held each other’s gazes for a while until you finally made the first move. You pushed yourself off the wall, keeping your eyes trained on Vinnie. He kept you in his line of sights as you made your way towards the stairs. With your foot propped up onto the first step, you looked at him, beckoning for him to follow.

He hesitated for a moment. Sure, he was practically head-over-heels for you, but something about this didn’t seem right. It was like his mind was telling him to stay exactly where he was. But his heart was telling him otherwise.

So…he went with his heart.

He pushed pass dancing bodies and stepped over empty beer bottles and red solo cups. When he reached the stairs, he saw that you were already at the top, waiting for him. He walked up the stairs. Reaching the top, he stepped beside you.

“Um, hi.” He spoke. “I'm-“

“Vinnie.” You replied, cutting him off.

He nearly melted at the sound of your voice. It was smooth, like honey or a glass of water on a hot summer day. And you saying his name…it just felt so natural.

“How’d you know that?”

You giggled softly. “Well, I heard about five people say that name and then point to you, so I just put two and two together.”

With a single nod, Vinnie looked down at his sneakers.

“So, do you usual spend your time at parties staring at people?” You asked.

Vinnie chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “You saw that, huh?”

“No but I felt it. I was wandering if you’d ever make a move. But since you didn’t, I thought I’d do it instead.”

“Sorry about that. I’m not usually a creep.”

“It’s not a big deal. I’m used to it.”

“I bet you are.” Vinnie said.

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” You asked jokingly. “Are you assuming I get around?”

Vinnie, not understanding that you were joking, retracted his statement. “No, no! What I meant is…you just…uh, you…you look really good. So, I just…I meant you’d be used to people staring at you because of that.”

“Calm down, Vinnie. I know what you meant…I was just joking.”

“Gotcha.” He laughed, trying to calm himself down. “And what do they call you? I mean like…what’s your name.”

“Y/n.”

“Well, Y/n, what brings you here? I don’t peg you as the party animal.”

“You’re right, I’m not. The life I live can get lonely sometimes and I just need someone to talk to, even if it’s for a minute.”

“Am I that person?”

You smiled. “Do you want to be?”

Vinnie gulped, giving you a questioning look. “I don’t know, should I?”

You leaned into him, pressing your cheek against his. You closed your eyes, nuzzling the side of your faces together before you whispered in his ear…

“I want you to.”

You backed away slowly, keeping your eyes trained on him as you made your way to the nearest door. You lifted your finger and motioned for him to come before entering the room.

Once again, Vinnie felt his danger radar go off again. His gut was warning him that this wasn’t a good idea and to leave you alone, but it was his heart that kept pushing for him to go with you. He was so confused on what to do, worried that he might lose the chance to ever see you again if he leaves. Eventually, he made his decision.

He looked back to make sure no one was coming and then rushed into the room. Shutting the door behind him, he allowed his hands to roam the wall in search of a light switch. But before he could find one, he felt you grip the back of his shirt. You turned him around and pushed him against the door, pressing your lips together harshly.

Vinnie whimpered in pleasure, letting his hands venture over your backside. Your tongue grazed his bottom lip before you bit down it. Vinnie’s satisfaction was soon replaced with worry as a familiar metallic taste filled his mouth. It only took a few seconds for him to register that it was blood before he pushed you off of him. He felt on the wall, finding the light switch, and flicking it on.

You snickered as he turned to face you. His loving gaze was replaced with fear as he saw your now pale white eyes.

“What the fuck?” He breathed, watching as your eyes returned to their normal color.

“What’s wrong? Did I bite too hard?” You asked, stepping towards him. You ran your finger over his bottom lip, examining the small wound you left.

“Are you scared?” You asked, looking at him.

Vinnie gulped. “I-I…no.”

Smirking, you traced your fingers over his jawline before letting them cascade down to his wrist.

“You should be.”

Your hold on his wrist tightened and you whipped the boy around and dropped him to the floor.

“I need you frightened.” You spoke, mounting him. “I need you hopeless.”

Your eyes went pale as you leaned your head back. Vinnie watched as your jaw unhinged, your mouth opening to a horrifying degree, and your teeth growing into disgustingly razor sharp fangs.

The last thing the boy saw and heard was you letting out a animalistic roar before lunging down and feasting on him.

#vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader

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duskholland · 4 years ago

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The Fame Game (Part Ten) - Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Tom is straight-up not having a good time right now.

Word count ↠ 3.9k

Warnings ↠ The romantic cliché of your dreams, alcohol, references to past intimate times, swearing. Pretty tame overall though!

A/N ↠ I can’t believe we’re at the end of the series! V (mischiefandi) gave me some really good ideas for this part with Tessa - I hope you’ll like what I did there lmao. I’m going to leave my extended thank yous for the epilogue, but just know that I am so grateful for everyone who’s stuck with the series from the beginning until now... Thank you for reading and coming on this journey with me. I hope you’ll like the final official part! Epilogue next week :’))

TEN: Come Home (T)

As the front door to Tom’s house shuts behind you, Tom finds himself slumping against the wooden frame, grief overcoming his senses. He’s tired and his arms hurt, everything hurts, but he peers up through the windowpane at the top of the door and watches as you run out through the sheets of rain. Paparazzi flashes illuminate his garden, capturing you as you stride purposefully to your car, duck down and enter it. A moment later, the car pulls away from the pavement and disappears.

Tom kicks at the door.

“Fuck!”

His hands curl into fists as he turns around and leans with his back against the door, frustrated eyes falling onto his jacket and his keys. For a moment he contemplates picking them up and making a mad dash after you, reckoning he could probably beat you to Heathrow if he drove recklessly enough, but then he sags.

Tom has to give you space. You’ve asked for space. He has to respect it.

His hand twitches as he walks out of the porch, as if his very fingers can feel how badly he wants to reach out and grab the keys, but he leaves them. Instead, Tom climbs the stairs and walks straight into the spare room, throwing himself down onto the bed and burrowing his head in the pillows. He groans - loudly.

It was always a long shot - telling you how he felt. And in some ways, Tom’s admission of love had gone quite well. You reciprocate his feelings, which, really, is the most essential part of it all. But that reciprocation is only the tip of the iceberg, and it goes far deeper than that - because you still left. Tom is still alone, curled up on the bed that smells distantly of you, clenching his fingers feebly around the sheets that he’d refused to let Harrison change, even months after you’d left. Your perfume lingers on the cotton.

There’s the small pattering sound of paws moving over wooden floors, and Tom’s lips quirk up ever so slightly as he pulls his face from the pillows just to see Tessa trot into the bedroom. She plods towards the bed but hesitates, sniffing around the wardrobe. One of the doors hangs half-open, and Tom notices that you’ve left it barren.

Tessa whines.

“I know, I know, girl.” Tom looks at the dog, smiling sadly. Tessa looks miserable. “I miss her too, yeah? But it’s going to be okay.” His words hitch, and Tom reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he feels his heart clench. “It… It’s a bit fucked up, but it’ll be okay. She… She loves me, at least.” He breaks off, laughing awkwardly. “And she knows now, too, that I love her. And yeah, she still left, but… Maybe one day I’ll see her again.” Tom sighs. “Probably not, though. Bloody hell, I’m so… I’m so stupid, Tess.”

Tessa looks up at Tom. Tom sighs.

“And now I’m talking to my dog like a lunatic,” he mutters. Tom sits back against the pillows, hands settling over his stomach. “This is actually pathetic.”

Tessa emits a loud whine before jumping up onto the bed, her wet nose jutting into Tom’s neck. He sighs, smiling as he reaches up to run his hands all over her sleek body.

“You wouldn’t leave me, eh, Tess?” He mutters. “You love me?” He’s sitting up properly, smiling as Tessa basks in the cuddles, releasing happy yips. “Thought so.”

Tom stays in the spare room - your room - for almost an hour, cuddling with Tessa, pondering his predicament. He’s wallowing in it, miserably staring at the ceiling and torturing himself with the ins and outs of the conversation he’d had with you. He loves you, but he understands why you wouldn’t believe him. Tom understands that he’s hurt you and that he needs to respect your choice to leave, but that doesn’t make it any less gutting.

With a sigh, Tom stands from the bed. Tessa whines, and he rubs her head fondly before walking down into the kitchen. He spots his phone on the counter and picks it up, his heart clenching as his lockscreen pops up.

It’s a photo of you both, from many months ago. It feels like a distant memory now, but when you’d first been in London, you’d gone out bowling with Tom’s family. Afterwards, you’d all retreated to the pub, and you’d shared pints all evening. At some point, Sam had taken a photo of Tom with his arm wrapped around you. You have your cheek on his shoulder, and though it’s a little blurry, it has to be his favourite photo of you together. The way you’re looking up at him is with warmth in your eyes, and it makes Tom’s heart skip a beat to remember how nice it was to be resting at your side.

Swallowing down the resentful lump in his throat, Tom opens up his texts and clicks on your contact. With cold fingers, he types out a message, altering and adding bits for a shameful amount of time before sending off the completed thing.

Tom: Have a safe flight. I’m sorry for being such a dick. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you. I love you and I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to figure it out. I love you. Xxxxxxxxxx

With that done, Tom takes himself off into the living room and throws himself onto the sofa. He grumbles as he grabs a pillow and wraps his arms around it, holding it close. He keeps checking his phone, wondering if you’ll reply. The message changes to read almost as soon as he’s sent it, but after that, nothing. It only makes his heart ache more.

So, with nothing else to do but wallow in his misery, Tom closes his eyes. He tries to sleep, and after a while, Tessa curls up beside him. Slowly but surely, the noise in his head and the pain in his chest ease off enough for him to rest, and Tom lets the world of heartbreak drift away.

Knock knock.

Tom stirs, slowly.

Knock knock knock.

“Eh?”

Knockknockknock.

Tom sits up, disorientated and dizzy. It’s dark outside, but through the blinds in the living room, he can make out that the front light is on. Someone is at the door.

With a grunt, Tom stands up. Tessa wriggles around, and he pats her head softly as he stumbles towards the porch, frowning as he tries to remember if he’s ordered anything recently. He doesn’t think he has, but maybe Harrison’s been making impulse purchases in Liverpool. Tom hopes it’s something he can eat. Fuck, he’s hungry. How long has he been asleep?

Tom pulls the door open without a second thought, still groggy and tired from his nap, and he gets the shock of his life when his eyes catch sight of the person standing nervously on his doorstep.

You.

Before he can get a word in, you’re surging forward, your arms wrapping around Tom’s figure before he can process it. A short huff leaves his chest as you hug him tightly, continuing to push him until Tom’s back is up against the wall. You kick the door shut behind you, coat dripping rain onto the floor, and then you grab his face and kiss him.

Tom kisses you back, his brain waking up the moment your lips touch his. He’s slow, but he matches your movements eagerly, his palms going to your shoulders as he kisses you messily. You’re practically vibrating, your mouth curving into a smile so prominent that Tom can feel it brushing up against his face.

You came back.

Tom pulls away, his eyes prickling with tears of surprise. “Wh-What?” He stammers, smiling when you laugh. “But your flight?”

You shake your head softly. “I couldn’t do it,” you say. “I couldn’t leave, Tom.” You brush a hand through his hair. “I love you too.”

Tom kisses you again, his hands going to your face. He cradles your cheeks as he presses his lips to your mouth, over and over again, dazzled by the lightness in his chest. His heart has never felt so warm before.

“You are spectacular,” he mumbles, gushing mindlessly against your lips. “You are- you are wonderful. You are brilliant.” He breaks off as you giggle, pausing in his dialogue to kiss you again. “You are my favourite person.” Tom pulls back, looking at you fondly. His eyes trail the familiar lines of your face and he swoons, overcome with positive emotion. “I love you.”

You kiss his cheek softly. “I’m also very wet,” you say, shaking off a dripping arm. A sheepish expression crosses your face. “I, um, might need to borrow some clothes,” you murmur. “I kind of just… Turned around and ran out of the airport.” You grin nervously. “I think my suitcase is halfway to America by now.”

Tom scoffs, nodding. “That’s okay, love. I’m just so happy that you’re here.” So happy that you came back, that you don’t hate him. So happy that you love him too.

Tom reaches out and takes your hand, kissing over your knuckles gently. A thousand stars seem to twinkle in your eyes as you look at him.

“I’m happy too.”

An hour later, you’re both sitting on Tom’s living room floor, boxes of empty takeaway stacked around haphazardly. Tom’s leaning up against the sofa, legs outstretched in front of him. His arm is wrapped around you, and you have your head resting on his shoulder, and he feels more content than he’s ever felt in his life.

“I can’t believe you left your suitcases on the plane,” he murmurs, voice gentle. You’ve been sitting together and talking all evening. He’s been spacing every few sentences with another kiss to your temple, enjoying the expressions of fondness that find your face each time his lips touch your skin. You look very cute in one of his oversized hoodies. “Did you tell anyone that you left?”

“Nah.” You sit up, stretching suddenly and yawning. You turn around to look at Tom, eyes flickering out over him until you smile mischievously. You move closer, swinging one leg over Tom’s thighs before settling in his lap, your hands falling to his shoulders. A wave of your perfume washes over him, and Tom sighs contentedly as you kiss him quickly. “I told the flight attendants, but they couldn’t get my stuff off the plane. I thought it was worth it, though.”

“Oh, definitely.” Tom can’t stop kissing you. The urge to press his lips to yours whenever he wants is too powerful to ignore. “I’ll replace it all for you, if you want,” he mutters, distracted by your mouth. “I’d buy you a whole bloody house if you wanted, darling.”

You laugh against his lips. “That’s unnecessary, Tom, but very sweet.” You pause, pulling away with a bewildered expression on your face. “My lease expired on my flat,” you say, processing the words, “So I actually don’t have anywhere to stay.”

Tom wiggles his eyebrows. “Well, luckily for you, I know someone who just so happens to have a house all to himself.” He walks his fingers over your shoulder, smiling at you. “You might be able to convince him to let you stay. I hear he’s a very generous landlord.”

“Oh yeah? Happen to know where I can find him?”

He nods, grinning. “He’s right here, love.”

Tom goes back to kissing you for a while, both of you growing giddy off chaste pecks. His lips are numb and puffy but he loves it, loves the ache and the way the back of his neck hurts from all the tugging of his hair.

There’s a phone ringing, out in the porch. Both of you ignore it, even as it rings a second and a third time. When it dies after the fourth, you pull away from Tom’s lips to roll your eyes.

“It’s mine,” you mutter, “Just ignore it. I don’t care about whatever it is.” There’s a hunger in your eyes, and Tom smiles.

“Whatever you say, boss,” he teases, earning himself a flick on the shoulder.

“Don’t call me your boss,” you scowl, scrunching up your nose. “I’m not your boss.”

“Oh, do you want me to be the boss, then?” Tom returns.

You glare at him. “No. You’re not my boss. You’re…” You trail off, and Tom tilts his head to the side, smiling softly.

“What am I, darling?”

A smile curves out across your lips. “You’re my boyfriend.”

The warmth that unfurls in Tom’s chest as he hears those words almost brings tears of relief to his eyes.

“Yeah.” He brings a hand to your face and you nuzzle your cheek into his palm. “I am.” He kisses you, softly. “And I love you.”

“Love you too, boyfriend.” You look at him for a moment before tilting your head and kissing the flat of his palm. “I am overjoyed to be your girlfriend. Your real girlfriend.”

Tom laughs, nodding his head in quick agreement. “Yeah, I-”

His phone starts ringing. It vibrates over the glass coffee table, clattering noisily, and a shadow of irritation passes over his face. You turn around, craning your neck and screwing your eyes together as you get a read on the screen.

“Shit,” you mutter, grabbing the phone and passing it to him. “It’s Rebecca.”

Tom feels his mood sink. “Fantastic.” He looks at his phone before glancing up at you. “Should I answer it?”

You sigh as you nod. “She’ll just keep phoning.”

Rather reluctantly, Tom swipes his finger over the screen, accepting the call and then putting the device on speakerphone.

“Hello?” He says.

The line crackles for a moment. “Oh, hi there, Tom,” Rebecca says. “Is Y/N with you?”

Tom glances at you. You clear your throat before replying.

“Yes, I’m here. You’re on speaker.”

Rebecca swallows so loudly that it’s audible. “What have you done?” She whispers. “Paps got you leaving the airport.”

“I changed my mind,” you say. Tom reaches down and takes your hands in his, squeezing your fingers when he hears the waver in your voice. “I didn’t want to go back to LA.”

“They also got you going back to Tom’s house. The tabloids are going crazy. Nobody knows what’s going on.” Rebecca pauses, and then sighs, deeply. “What is going on?”

“I’m staying in London,” you tell her, eyes on Tom’s face. Your lips curl into a nervous smile, and you continue to look at Tom as you speak. “We’re not… We’re not breaking up, Rebecca. I don’t care if it’s not part of the plan.”

“So… You’re actually dating?”

You hum. “Yes.”

There’s a tense few moments. The sound of rustling papers comes down the line, and Tom tries to ease you by rolling his thumb over the back of your hand. He can see the nerves in your shoulders, understands that for you, the prospect of being scolded, and possibly even dropped by your management is terrifying. He knows just as well as you how much power they have over you.

“Okay.” Rebecca sighs. “Tom?”

“Yes?”

“You’ll take care of Y/N in London?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” There’s a brief moment’s pause. “I’ll get someone from the office to call you tomorrow, Y/N. You’ll need to come back to LA to shoot your next film, but I don’t see why that needs to be immediately.”

A relieved smile splits across your face, and Tom exhales.

“Thank you, Rebecca,” you say. You lean down to rest your forehead on Tom’s shoulder, and he rubs a hand over your back. “Thanks for understanding.”

“Well, it’s the least I can do,” she responds. “Congratulations, you two. For what it’s worth, I think you make a lovely couple.”

The line disconnects and Tom grins, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you impossibly closer. You squeal as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder, kissing the base of your neck over and over again. He works his way up to your lips, pausing briefly only to suck a light hickey just below your ear, and by the time he reaches your mouth, you’re pushing back against him, eager.

“I can’t believe that this has worked out,” he says. Tom lets you pad your thumb through his ruffled eyebrow.

“Neither,” you admit. “Feels almost anti-climactic. Every other part of this relationship has been so dramatic.”

“Oh, don’t tempt fate,” Tom says, eyes wide. “We’ve had enough drama.”

You laugh, nodding in fast agreement. “You certainly have a point there.”

You crack open a few beers and end up chatting in the kitchen together, the hours slipping away. Tom sits across from you, holding your hand as you talk, and talk, and talk, covering every topic beneath the sun. There have been so many taboo subjects that neither of you have felt confident enough to bring up over the course of your fake relationship, and you take the time to work them through - together.

Tom finally admits that he’s had a crush on you since you first met. You tell him that you’d only suggested the one night stand because you’d wanted to be close to him. He counters that by opening up about how stressed he’d been before his failed revelation of love.

You laugh together, you cry together. Then you move on, together.

“C’mon, Tom.” You stand up, smiling, and walk around the table to pull him up. Tom gets to his feet, his body full of a nice, lulling buzz from the beers he’d drank. You lean in and peck his cheek before tugging him towards the patio doors. “It’s too hot in here, isn’t it?”

Tom hums. He can feel the red flush to his cheeks. “We could go shower.”

You turn around to grin at him. “Or…” Dropping his hand, you twirl the lock on the patio doors and pull them open. You look back at Tom, smiling. “Care to take a dance in the rain with me, lover?”

Tom blinks a few times, looking at you curiously. “Sure,” he agrees. As you pull off your hoodie, he pulls out his phone and then turns on one of the bluetooth speakers that sits by the door. “What do you want to listen to?”

“Something romantic,” you respond.

There’s a frown of concentration on Tom’s face as he scrolls through his Spotify, but it clears when he finds a playlist of some classic love songs. He shuffles it and Elvis drifts through the air as he puts down his phone and shakes off his hoodie.

“This is very random,” he tells you, accepting your hand. You tug him out onto the patio, into the night sky, and Tom feels his t-shirt begin to dampen. It’s no longer pouring with rain, but it’s still drizzling enough to be noticeable.

“Well, I had a reason,” you murmur. Together, you do a bit of a dance. Tom grins as you spin around, laughing brightly as droplets of water stick to your face. You have fun for a while, and you even spin Tom around too, but then you both get dizzy and settle back into a loose slow-dance position, your arms around his neck as Tom perches his hands on your waist. Your foreheads press together. “I used to think about this,” you admit.

“Dancing in the rain?”

“No, no.” You pause to kiss him. Your lips are warm against his skin. “We’d used to see one another at all the shows. Oscars, BAFTA, Golden Globes… And we’d argue, or brood, and just generally be miserable.”

“I’m following.”

“Well.” You shift your face into the crook of Tom’s shoulder, kissing his neck a few times. “I always wondered what it’d be like to sneak off with you, and just… Have fun. Do something crazy. Have a couple drinks and dance. I didn’t… I didn’t like you, but I always thought we’d be able to have fun together. If you weren’t always such a dick.”

Tom hums, resting a hand on the back of your head. Raindrops pour down his face, but it’s nice. He can feel the weight of his heart pouring onto the ground, swept away with the water.

“Well, I hope we can have many fun nights together, love.”

You pull back to look up at him, water droplets clinging to your eyelashes. Both of your hands shift to Tom’s face, and you smile. It really is very romantic, swaying together in the rain, soft romantic tones in the air. You feel so warm wrapped up in his arms.

“I hope so too.” You have mascara running down your cheeks. “Plenty more nights in London like this, please.”

Tom nods. “Plenty more nights together.” He brings you back in, hand soft on the back of your head as you bury your face in his chest. Tom lets his lips rest against your head. “I love you,” he says. He can’t seem to stop saying it, thinks you must be fed up with the number of times he’s sprinkled the three special words into conversation. He just can’t help it. Now he’s open with his heart, he wants you to know, completely and without any shred of doubt, that he loves you. He never wants you to question it again.

Your hands sink into his hair, and Tom sighs happily as you play with his wet curls.

“Love you too.”

The two of you last another ten minutes before getting too cold, and then you take a shower together. Tom lays you down in his bed and you kiss some more, before things get a little raunchier. He tells you that he loves you in every way he can, and it feels like the two of you have knitted your souls together as he holds you afterwards, the bedroom full of a tranquil glow.

Tom’s hand is on your cheek, fingers stroking gently over the soft skin of your face. You look so beautiful, hair a mess, eyes bright.

“Isn’t it funny,” you say, softly, “how we’ve ended up like this?”

Tom hums, his pinky nudging against your hair. “We’re lucky. Such a mad world we live in.”

You release a warm chuckle, nodding. “Our world is crazy. Fame is… Insane.” You pause for a moment. “It’s the whole reason this happened. Management wanted me to stay on top, didn’t want my image to get shattered because of that kiss. They wanted me to win the game.”

Tom tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“The fame game,” you reply, smiling. You inch nearer to kiss him quickly, and Tom finds himself chasing your lips. For a few moments, you’re both distracted, and you further intertwine, Tom’s arms hooking around your waist as he holds you close.

“The fame game,” Tom repeats, nose nudging yours. “That’s a funny way to put it.”

You shrug. “Just the way I like to think about it. Making it seem like a game made it easier when this started. It was all just a performance until it became real.”

“I like that.”

“Me too.” Your hands are on his shoulders, fingers trailing Tom’s warm skin. “The game always has its winners and its losers, Tom.”

“And what are we?”

You kiss him, softly. Your lips linger against his. Tom feels so much gratitude and love for you that his eyes prick with tears.

“The winners, of course.”

↠ EPILOGUE

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #i feel so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#yes i cried. and what about it.#tfg #y/n #y/n use #self insert #self-insert

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pilothusband · 4 years ago

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A lit torch to the woodpile high (part 3)

A Paz VIzsla Bartender!AU

Rating: M (this one gets spicy folks)

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol (they work in a bar), pining, death/grief mention, masturbation, fantasies of p in v sex, Paz puts himself in horny jail, light smut

Word count: 3.1k

Description: This one is purely self-indulgent. You decide to up the ante and make Paz’s life (and other parts of him) hard. Harlow is a lil shit, but we love for for it.

Author’s note: I’m still not completely satisfied with this chapter, but I’ve been working on it for far too long. Lightly edited, unbeta’d. Please go here to be added to the taglist! This one goes out to my pal May. Missing you on my dash. Hope you see this update and enjoy it 🥰

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He couldn’t get you out of his head. It was maddening.

It had been a long time since anyone had stirred these kinds of feelings up for him, and he doesn’t recall it ever hitting him like a freight train.

He used to think of life in two absolutes: Before he lost everything and After, when he had to pick up the pieces. Now he was starting to think there was more to it, that those absolutes were just parts of him.

If only he wasn’t such a miserable bastard. You were the light in a dark sky. Not just for him, for everyone. He saw the delighted smile that was plastered on Rick’s face after you walked in every day and asked him how his grandchildren were doing, if his wife’s knee was feeling any better.

Paz noticed the change in Harlow’s demeanor now that she had a friend who could build her up when she talked about her dreams. Hell, Madge snuck you food every chance she got, and she only ever did that for him.

He found himself lying awake in bed tonight, as usual, trying to calm the stream of thought that entered his head. Before you, he only could ever think about the ghosts of his past. People he had loved and lost.

But now? Now as he closed his eyes, he saw your eyes, sparkling with delight. Your lips, in a pout, then stretched over a brilliant smile.

The delicate curve of your neck and shoulder. Your ass. He groaned out loud. God, your ass was out of this world. The way it moved when you bent over to grab a dish towel from the bottom shelf. He always had to look away before his thoughts got away from him, or else his mind would wander and he would imagine snaking his arms over yours and caging you to the bar, rolling his hips into yours. You would wiggle your ass against him and throw your head back to see his reaction.

Fuck. Now he was hard. Every time this happened, he would either watch some porn or force himself to think of a woman he didn’t know, someone who he dreamed up in his head.

But no faceless stranger or actress could quite do it for him like you would. He could feel his self control crumbling as he reached into his boxer briefs and fisted his aching cock, taking it out and letting it sit heavy against his stomach, straining with need.

He ran a finger up the underside, imagining it was you teasing him, getting acquainted with how hot and hard he was for you. He let himself picture you, naked and in between his legs, stroking him gently, watching him come apart underneath you. Ideally, he’d flip you over and dive face first into your cunt, lapping wide stripes at your slick folds with his tongue, then sucking your clit into his mouth. He would wait until you’re mewling under him, then he’d plunge a finger into you, stretching you around his finger and adding another. He’d wait until you came in his mouth at least twice before he fucked you. He’d have you begging for his cock, so slick with need it dripped down your thighs.

In this part of the fantasy, you’re so feral for him, your eyes bright and wide looking up at him with hunger, that he acquiesces, and you climb onto his lap and bounce up and down on his cock.

He was stroking himself faster now, feeling so close to the edge. He grit his teeth, growling your name as he came all over his fist, spurts reaching up his stomach, almost all the way to his chest.

As soon as he came to his senses, he sighed, feeling disgusted with himself.

There was a moment in the bed of his truck that night, where you had stared at him, your gaze flickering down to his mouth as you licked your bottom lip. It was just a small flash of your tongue– but it gave him hope for a moment. He had hope that someone as beautiful and kind as you could see through the darkness within him, see the guy he used to be before he lost everything.

But that part of Paz died, along with the family he cared so deeply for. The remaining ones scattered to the wind, unable to carry on pretending like everything hadn’t changed.

He sighed deeply, getting up to wash the shame off himself. At least he’d sleep soundly tonight and dream of a reality where he could hold you in his arms.

Paz seemed to be in higher spirits lately, following your chat in his office. It wasn’t like he skipped into the room and had birds fluttering around his head, like a Disney princess, but he didn’t snap at anyone who made eye contact with him, so it was a noticeable difference.

That was the hot topic conversation of the day, especially for Harlow. She couldn’t get over the 360 change that seemingly happened overnight.

“So, did you doink the grumpy out of him or what?” Harlow asked. She was leaning over the bar, looking at you expectantly with her hands under her chin.

“Of course not!” You said, a little too loudly. “There has not, and will not be any doinking, ever.”

“This sounds like work appropriate conversation,” a deep voice drawled.

You both spun around, not expecting to see him standing in the doorway, his eyebrow arched. He was clearly unimpressed.

“I’m going to go clean the bathrooms,” Harlow said, dashing out back. Fucking traitor.

You prayed to the almighty maker that the floor would open up and swallow you whole, but there was no such luck in store for you today.

“Hey Paz,” you said, trying to sound casual, as if Harlow hadn’t been talking about your non-existent sex life.

“Hey you,” he said, mimicking your tone. “I actually came out here to ask you if you could swap a shift with Harlow next Friday. I fucked up and scheduled her on a day she requested off. You’d get Sunday off in return.”

“Sure,” you agreed, nodding. “I don’t have any plans.”

“You don’t have any plans to ‘doink’ anyone that night?” He teased.

You could feel your face heating up in embarrassment.

“Not unless you know any willing volunteers.”

Paz barked out a laugh.

“I might know a guy,” he said, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

You both cursed and thanked the powers above that a customer decided to walk in right at that moment. Of course it was Bob. He usually was the first to come in and one of the last to leave.

Not wanting to lose whatever contest was going on (real or perceived), you gave Paz a coy smile and leaned over the bar to take Bob’s order, making sure you poked your ass out further than necessary.

You couldn’t see Paz’s reaction, but when he exited without so much of a goodbye, you gave yourself an internal fist pump.

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to (potentially) break a dress code at work, but in your defense it was hotter than the surface of the sun, and internal temperature of the bar only seemed to get higher as the night went on.

Also, maybe it would be an added bonus if you got to torture a giant, brooding bartender in the process.

You felt pretty proud of your decision to wear your thinnest bralette, squeeze into your smallest pair of shorts, paired with a t-shirt that was just a little too small.

Of course your car decided to stall 3 times on the way to work, and your AC was busted so you walked in 15 minutes late, already feeling like a frizzy, sweaty mess. Your entrance wasn’t as grand as you were hoping, feeling like your half-assed attempt at makeup had already melted off your face, and the black v-neck you wore was clinging to you in all the wrong places, mainly your sweaty back and right under your bra.

In your rush to clock in before the 20-minute mark, you crashed right into Paz, almost falling and landing on your ass. Paz, of course, barely moved a centimeter. His hand shot out, grabbing you by the shoulder to hold you steady.

“Woah there, small fry, be careful,” he murmured. His hand was large and warm. You had to take a deep breath to get a hold of yourself.

“Paz, I’m so sorry I’m late. My fucking car stalled out on the way and–” you started babbling, pushing your sweaty mane back, praying he couldn’t see the sweat stains on your shirt.

“It’s okay, shit happens. You need someone to look at your car? I know a guy.” He was leaning forwards to get a better look at you, looking concerned. You had trouble controlling how fast your heart was beating and your lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough air. It was plain bizarre, the affect this man had on you with a simple gesture.

I know a guy. Your cheeks felt warm remembering the last time he uttered that sentence.

You had expected him to get angry with you for being late. Hell, you remember the gruff tone he gave you on your first day when he said to show up on time.

“I- I um,” you were having a hard time coming up with words, too distracted by the sensation of Paz’s thumb rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder, brushing against your collar bone. Despite the heat, you felt goosebumps rise on your flesh and your nipples instantly pebbled. You stole a quick glance down to make sure it wasn’t obvious. Shit, it totally was.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Let me know if you change your mind,” he replied. Had his voice dropped a few octaves or were you just imagining it? He removed his hand from your shoulder, much to your chagrin, and backed up a little, giving you a once-over.

“Go ahead and clock in and give yourself a couple minutes to get settled. It should be slow today,” he gave you a soft smile.

“Okay, thanks,” you said, giving him a shy smile in return.

It was about 3 hours into your 8 hour shift and it was dead. There wasn’t a single customer in sight. It wasn’t that surprising, given it was a Tuesday, but God were you bored. It was just you and Paz tonight, with Paz sending Madge home (with pay) and no one else being scheduled.

You didn’t really mind, though, figuring it was a good time to get to know Paz better. He was wiping the already clean bar down for the fifth time that night, really driving the bartender stereotype home.

“You’re going to start wearing the varnish down at this rate,” you laughed, gesturing at the rag in his hand.

He looked down, shaking his head in a playfully exasperated way and let out an embarrassed huff of laughter.

“Alright, how do you suggest we pass the time?”

“How about 20 questions?”

Paz immediately groaned in protest.

“Oh shut up, you big baby, I’ll answer first. Go ahead,” you cocked your chin at him. “Got any questions you’re dying to ask me?”

“Why did you apply for a job here?”

Your first instinct was to deflect, but you did suggest this game, and figured you just had to bite the bullet and answer honestly.

“To be honest, I still haven’t figured out what I want to do,” you explained. “I know, kind of pathetic for someone my age. I took a bartending class at the local adult learning center, got a certificate and just kind of walked in here and asked for an application on a whim.”

Paz could sense your discomfort, how you were ashamed that you hadn’t found your way yet. It was something he could identify with, in a way.

“That’s not pathetic at all,” he said, crossing his arms. “Plenty of people don’t know what they want to do at your age.”

You shrugged, not wanting to continue the subject.

“Boxers or briefs?”

Paz arched an eyebrow, his ever-present sign of judgement coming through.

“That’s what you’re dying to ask me?”

“No, but I figured I’d warm you up first,” you said, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Boxer briefs. Favorite color?”

“Blue. Where did you grow up?”

Paz’s casual expression faltered at the question.

“Far away. I’d rather not get into it today, if you don’t mind.” The easy smile vanished from your face, replacing it with a nod of understanding.

“That’s totally fine, Paz. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” you sat down at a table, and gestured at the chair across from you, signaling him to sit down. You wanted him to feel at ease around you.

“You and your apologies,” Paz said, a look of fond disbelief on his face. “You have nothing to apologize for, mesh’la.”

A beat of silence passed, waiting for Paz to think of a question. You wanted to ask him what that word he had called you meant, but you had a feeling he would dodge the question.

“Who were you and Harlow talking about yesterday?” Paz rested his chin in his hand, giving you a shit-eating grin. He must have known the answer already, given the smug look on his face.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” You countered. In the back of your mind, you thought you probably shouldn’t have talked back to your boss, but his smile didn’t waver. In fact, it only got wider.

“That doesn’t answer my question, sweetheart,” he drawled, stretching his legs and crossing one over the other.

“Harlow,” you thought of a way to word this without incriminating yourself or your friend. But screw it, she had opened her big mouth in the first place. “Harlow thinks there’s something going on between you and me.”

You briefly wondered if his facial muscles were used to this kind of workout, with the grin that refused to let up.

“And your answer was basically, ‘ew no’, ouch,” he chuckled.

“It’s not like– ugh. Fuck you.” You hid your face in your hands. He laughed harder. You had to do something to flip this around, gain back a little power over the situation.

Oh. An evil thought entered your brain. You removed your hands from your face and smirked. Paz was still grinning, but you saw a hint of fear in his eyes.

“Pray tell, what would you have preferred I said?”

Paz leaned back in his chair and regarded you for a moment. It seemed you had thrown him through a loop. You couldn’t help but feel pleased with yourself.

But then he leaned forward, placing both of his large hands on the table, a hungry look in his eyes.

“You can say whatever you want to Harlow,” he said, his voice even but significantly huskier than usual. “But I’d prefer it if you didn’t lie to yourself.”

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest any second now. You weren’t sure if he was being serious and it was making your head spin.

A sound came from the kitchen, snapping you both out of the moment. You sprung apart, despite having a table between your bodies.

“Okay lovebirds, I’m heading home.” It was Madge, standing by the kitchen doors, snickering at your antics.

“Night, Madge,” Paz called.

You waved feebly and offered a weak “goodnight” at her retreating figure.

It had been too quiet since she had left. Paz seemed unwilling to continue the conversation, opting to brood silently. You muttered something about getting a head start on inventory and retreated into the dusty storage closet to pretend you were counting inventory. Though, you didn’t bring a pen and paper with you, so really you just went out back to stare at a bunch of kegs and liquor bottles, hoping they would miraculously answer all of the questions that were whirring through your brain.

You must have been staring at a bottle of Hennessy for at least a full 5 minutes when the door opened. Paz looked absolutely wrecked. His hair was mussed up, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His chest was heaving as if he had just sprinted a mile.

“Paz.” His name came out of your mouth like a prayer. You weren’t sure what you were asking of him, but you knew you needed him to act.

He stepped closer, slowly, as if he was afraid the floor would open up from under his feet.

“Tell me to stop.” Paz was just inches away now, caging you into the shelves behind you with his arms.

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” You asked, tipping your chin up to look at him.

He growled and tangled his fingers in your hair, kissing you with fervor.

Despite the ferocity of his kiss, his lips were so soft, so pliant. You moaned and licked into his mouth needing to taste him. Paz moaned, pushing you into the shelves further.

“You drive me crazy,” he panted, pressing his forehead to yours. You responded by capturing his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him back to your mouth. You were rewarded with a low groan and a push of his hips.

He was hard. That knowledge sent you into a haze. You needed him closer. Your arms went around his shoulders, kneading and pulling him in. He broke the kiss and peppered smaller kisses on your jaw, then down your neck.

“You wear these tiny little shorts and tight shirt to torture me?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He nibbled at your collar bone, hitting a spot that had you throwing your head back against the shelves.

“Yes,” you chuckled breathlessly.

“Mmm, knew it,” he answered, running his hands down your back, down to your ass, giving it a generous squeeze that had you mewling.

“I’ve been hard all fucking day, seeing you waltz around in those shorts, with your nipples hard, begging to be sucked.”

He rubbed his thumb over one of your nipples, causing it to pebble. Paz swallowed your gasp with his mouth, giving you another searing kiss.

Reality came rearing its ugly head in the form of the front door opening. Paz huffed and pressed his forehead to yours, hands coming around your hips to help you off the shelf.

“Duty calls,” he sighed, reaching his hand down into his jeans to adjust himself. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Paz exited the closet, strolling out and greeting the customer as if nothing had just happened, while you stole a few moments to yourself to get your bearings.

It was going to be a long night.

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shslrose · 4 years ago

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Promise - Mondo Owada x Reader

It’s been a few days since the killing school life began. So far, no has died, but you’re still nervous. You had promised Taka that you’d come to the morning meeting in the dining hall, so when the morning Monokuma announcement plays, you make your way there.

It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of the door to the dining hall, when you suddenly ran into none other than the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader himself, Mondo Owada. Honestly, you find him quite attractive, or, you would, if he wasn’t so scary. He is the leader of the most feared biker gang in all of Japan, after all.

You recall the first time you met him easily. You had entered Hope’s Peak Academy one morning, walked into the entrance hall, fainted, and then woke up in a classroom you’d never seen before. When you had made your way back to the main hall, a group of Ultimates was waiting there.

The group seemed to have broken out into unorganized confusion, but a boy with black hair and red eyes took charge immediately.

“May I please have everyone’s attention?!” He called out, and everyone turned to look at him. He then introduced himself as Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass. He went on to suggest we all introduce ourselves to each other so that we could understand our situation better.

Everyone seemed to agree to his idea, so you turned around and introduced yourself to the first person you saw: a tall boy with a strange haircut, wearing a long black coat and baggy pants. He looked like something of a delinquent, but you also found him rather attractive.

“Um, hi,” you said softly, slightly intimidated by his height and aggressive demeanor. “I’m Y/N… Y/N L/N, the Ultimate [talent].”

“The name’s Mondo Owada, nice to fuckin’ meetcha.”

You snapped back to reality, blushing slightly as you realized you had been staring at him for a few moments while you were lost in thought.

“Oh,” you said softly. “Good morning, Mondo.”

“Like hell it is!” he scoffed. “The day I beat the stuffing outta that goddamned bear, that’ll be a good fucking morning.”

“O-oh..I guess you’re right,” you said, a bit dejected. Before he could say anything else, you opened the door to the dining hall and walked inside.

“...Damnit!” He exclaimed, letting out a frustrated sigh. He hadn’t meant to be so aggressive, he just couldn’t help it. His problem with aggression was only aggravated by the fact that he found you to be utterly beautiful, which made him nervous in your presence.

A few minutes later, and all fifteen of you had gathered in the dining hall. It seemed like a normal morning, until Monokuma showed up.

“I’ve got a beary big surprise for you all!” exclaimed Monokuma. “Can you guess it? Can ya? Welllll, you don’t hafta, cause I’ll tell ya! It’s a special video for each of you showing you what’s going on outside the school!”

A...video...showing you...what’s going on...outside the school…?

“Outside the school?” Makoto asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Why dontcha just watch it, and find out?!” Monokuma retorted.

“Fine,” replied Kyoko, who sat in the back of the dining hall. “Then we can go to the A/V room and watch it right now.”

Monokuma disappeared, like usual, leaving the group confused. Curiosity and confusion dominated the conversation that broke out as everyone tried to make sense of Monokuma’s actions.

Eventually, everyone decided to go watch the videos, and so the group made their way to the A/V room. Makoto had gone ahead first, and when you arrived at the room with everyone else, there was a grave look on his pale face. Quickly, everyone grabbed their individual DVDs and rushed to a monitor.

When you watched yours, a video of your family appeared on the screen, wishing you good luck at Hope’s Peak Academy, but then the video suddenly changed to an image of your home that looked completely destroyed. If that weren’t bad enough, you saw blood splattered across the wall.

Blinking back tears, you stumbled away from the monitor. You began to hear outbursts from your classmates, but it was all muffled to you.

“This.. this can’t be real…!” “No.. no way…!” “What..is..this?!”

You couldn’t process it at all. The black and white bear, this killing school life… none of it made any sense.

“N-no,” you mumbled quietly to yourself. There was a part of you that realised you were trembling, but you didn’t have the energy to try to stop it. “Why..why is this...happening…”

“Y/N?” Taka called out, noticing your distress. “Are you alright?”

You barely even heard him. Desperation and fear struck you, and you quickly ran from the room, tears clouding your vision.

Without a thought, you stumbled into an empty classroom. Your mind was completely blank as you tried to make sense of everything that was happening. You were scared for your family, and you were scared for yourself. What if someone tried to kill you because of the motive video they watched? Anxiety and fear built up inside you quickly...

You had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly the door opened, revealing none other than the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader himself.

“Ah, Y/N! You’ve been gone all day, everyone was worried…!” He exclaimed, smiling at the fact that he had found you, before his expression was quickly replaced with a look of concern. Your face had gone pale and your eyes were nearly vacant.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you rushed forward and hugged him, pressing yourself firmly against his chest.

“Oh! Y/N..?” You could hear the surprise in his voice, he hadn’t expected you to hug him, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you in return. He noted to himself that it was a man’s job to comfort a girl in distress, and he was determined to do just that. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure how.

“I’m..so scared…” you cried, feeling the weight of the situation upon you. “I don’t..wanna die..” “Hey, c’mon...it’s alright, you know? D-don’t cry…” He tried his best to comfort you, but he wasn’t sure exactly what to say. Still, his words and his presence managed to calm you enough, and allowed you to take in your situation.

“...!” The realization that you had just walked up to Mondo and hugged him unprompted hit you like a turn of bricks. Your face turned bright red with embarrassment as you pulled away. “I-I’m sorry…!”

You looked down at your hands, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. Mondo turned away too, as a blush began to cover his face as well.

“Tch, it’s no big deal,” he scoffed, trying to play it cool. “Besides, it’s not like I minded…”

You heard him mutter something under his breath, so you asked, “Huh?”

“I didn’t fuckin say anything…!” His blush deepened as he spoke.

“...”

“Anyways...you don’t gotta cry anymore, or feel scared, alright?” There was a confidence in his words, like he was certain in what he said.

“What do you mean…?”

“I’m gonna make you a promise, as a man!” There was a smile on his lips and a light in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

“A promise...as a man?”

“Hell yeah! It’s the one thing my big bro always told me! He said that no matter what, a real man always keeps his promises. Always. So, I’m gonna make you a promise as a man: I’ll protect you, and we’ll escape this school together, no matter what,” Mondo promised earnestly. “Okay?”

“O-okay..”

“Good! You can trust me when I make that promise, so now you don’t gotta cry, or feel scared, see?” He was still smiling, and by the time he finished his sentence, you were too. You hugged him again, pressing your body against his once more.

“Thank you, Mondo, I really do feel better,” you told him honestly. With the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader on your side, you felt completely safe and reassured.

Without warning, Monokuma appeared before the two of you.

“Ah!” You exclaimed, breaking apart from the embrace. Mondo quickly stepped in front of you, protectively.

“Monokuma...I’ll rip ya to shreds!” He roared, clearly irritated.

“Mondooooo!” Monokuma sang cheerfully. “It’s standing up!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Mondo shot back.

“Come onnn!” Monokuma replied in the same cheerful tone. “Do ya even hafta ask?!”

As he realised what Monokuma meant, Mondo blushed for the third time that day.

Monokuma didn’t wait for a reply, and continued on. “Your flagpole! It’s standing up!”

“Get the fuck outta here!” Mondo shouted, and unexpectedly, Monokuma listened and left the room.

“Standing up…? Flagpole…?” You muttered, confused, which only seemed to make Mondo blush harder. “What did he mean?”

“Tch, w-who the hell knows?! I-I mean, that bear’s fucking insane! A total psycho freak, ya know!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, before taking a quick glance at the clock on the classroom wall. “It’s nearly nighttime…”

“Hey, how ‘bout I walk you back to your dorm?” Mondo suggested, having calmed down.

“Sure, I’d like that,” you replied.

And so, the two of you made your way through the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy together. Although you were still scared by the killing school life, Mondo had made a promise to you, and you found comfort in that promise.

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wonwooze · 4 years ago

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Something told me it was you.

characters: jeon wonwoo/reader au genre: light smut, fluff warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 5841

Jeon Wonwoo is your best friend for life. You two met just before the two of you were supposed to depart for college. The two of you declared that the term platonic was the exact terminology to describe your friendship. You two were each other’s wingman, sworn protectors, and so many more. So it became a wonder, a great mystery when the two of you starts to realise that the line between love, and being in love is a fine one. Wonwoo best friends! to lover inspired by Zayn’s Tightrope.

i. We Should Thank Seungkwan

messages

15:46

Seungkwan boo: hey loser. What are you doing today? Probably nothing I shouldn’t ask. I’m going to eat out with a couple of my friends tonight. You should come and stop being such a caveman. See ya.

y/n: when? What should I wear? What friends?

Seungkwan boo: at 6, we’re going to a movie first at the mall. They’re my school friends. And they’re cool don’t worry. Be ready I’ll come get you.

y/n: ????? Ok

Seungkwan was a friend you, almost quite literally, found on craigslist. At the time you met Seungkwan, you were struggling with SAT and college application. Wanting to get into one of the top 5 universities didn’t help either. Equipped with wits, and endless resourcefulness, you found Seungkwan’s ad on craigslist. He was offering himself to be an SAT tutor, claiming that he almost graduated as valedictorian. After a quick search of his social media, Boo Seungkwan turned out to be enrolled in one of the top private schools in the country. You decided that he looked like a legit tutor that could help you ace your college application, and enlisted his help. As it turns out, Seungkwan was a better friend than he was a tutor. He was always hanging out with you at your house, or at his, telling the perfect jokes where he reiterates funny stories of his schoolmates—whom you never met—in great detail. You liked hanging out with Seungkwan, it would’ve been so much better if you have met him earlier, you thought.

That night was like no other. Seungkwan had never asked you to meet his schoolmates before. You’ve only seen their pictures on Seungkwan’s instagram posts, and have only heard of them from his anecdotes. All you know was that he had a large group of friends, and that they’re supposedly really fun. When Seungkwan showed up on your doorstep, he was eerily excited. He had a huge grin stamped on his face, and a Prius waiting behind him with the engines on. “I’m so excited for my friends to finally meet each other! You know y/n, I’ve been telling these fools that you would be a great addition to our friend group but they weren’t having it.” Seungkwan gestured to his friends inside the car. “Their loss, not mine.” You told him. “That’s the spirit!” He chimed.

When he finally shoved you into the backseat, and himself into riding shotgun, you finally had a look at the infamous Seungkwan’s friend group. There were a total of 5 people in that car, including yourself. You were stuck in the backseat, with two other guys you absolutely had never seen before. “Everyone, this is Y/N! She’ll be gracing us with her presence tonight.” That remark made you blush, and chummy in the gut, feeling the room temperature about to get awkward. You were always kind of anxious about meeting Seungkwan’s friends, fearing they decided they didn’t like you at the end of the day. “Hi.” You said awkwardly, waving your sweater paws lightly.

“You know, y/n. I always thought Seungkwan made you up just so he can ditch us lately. Nice to meet you though, I’m Soonyoung.” The boy sitting at the other side of the seat said by way of greeting. “Yeah, I always doubted you were real. I’m Vernon, nice to meet you.” The boy next to you said shyly. He was good looking, and had the faint smell of aftershave. “Yah! You guys are always on my neck it’s annoying.” Seungkwan chimed in from the front. And that’s how you met Wonwoo. Even if he didn’t made the introduction right then and there, you finally had a good look at him when the group finally arrived at the mall. He straightened his blazer before he reached out his hand to you, and with his baritone like deep voice announced that his name was Jeon Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo! Y/n is going to go to NYU this year! I was helping her with her application remember?” Seungkwan said in the middle of gulping down his cola. Your heart leapt when he mentioned NYU, still berated with the anxiety of college entrance procedures. “You are? Me too! What are the odds. Man I sure hope I get accepted though, it would suck if I didn’t.” “NYU is famous for its film school though, are you majoring in film?” This was the first chance you got of a private conversation with Wonwoo. “Nope. I’m majoring in English lit. Are you taking film?” “Yeah, I do actually.” You liked Wonwoo immediately. You remembered thinking his presence was so still, and calm, so calm that it softened your rough edges, and calmed your anxiety. “I hope I got accepted though. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t” You told him. Wonwoo shrugged lightly, and nonchalantly adds, “You’ll get in. Trust me.” You’ve never trusted zodiacs, or tarot reading, or anything of the sorts. But the way Wonwoo said it, his deep set cat like eyes piercing into you, that day you decided you were going to trust Jeon Wonwoo and whatever he said.

The next time you met him was when the two of you settled into orientation day at NYU. Wonwoo lived in a dorm at campus area, and you got your own place 5 minutes away from him. The two of you were so delighted when you met each other that day. Wonwoo remembered thinking it was like a match made in heaven. Being the quiet, shy, introvert that he is, Wonwoo relished the idea of having company when venturing into a brand new territory. He secretly wanted to held your hand the whole time but refrain from doing so. That day, Wonwoo took you to eat at a wings joint near campus, and the two of you laughed your asses off listening to Wonwoo’s anecdotes about Seungkwan. Lips smeared with barbecue sauce, Wonwoo ended his sermon about Seungkwan with a statement that you had etched into your memory until today. You and Wonwoo had fought about a number of things, which band was better, which movie was better, which tie he should buy. Sometimes he changed your mind, and sometime you changed his. But on this specific issue, you have never changed your opinion about because you had agreed completely. That night he said, “we should really thank Seungkwan though. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have met each other and I wouldn’t have a friend at campus. Who would’ve thought he would be a blessing?” The two of you have never stopped talking since then.

ii. The Tale of Two Roommates

“Won!” You banged at Wonwoo’s dorm room at exactly 7 pm. The two of you were supposed to hang out at the library, studying for finals. “Just a sec!” You heard Wonwoo called from inside the room, and couldn’t help but wonder what is taking him long enough. Contrary to what you expected, when the door finally swung open it wasn’t Jeon Wonwoo that was at the other side of the door. It was Wonwoo’s roommate, Kim Mingyu, if you had remembered correctly. “Oop! Sorry to startle you. Wonwoo is going to take some time, you better come in.” He said sweetly, a smile was breaking on his lips. Mingyu was kind of cute, and you wondered why Wonwoo never mentioned that fact. “Thanks! Um, Mingyu is it?” “Correct! I suppose Wonwoo have mentioned me?” Mingyu had eyes like sugar and caramel, sweet. “Only in passing.” You shrugged lightly. Mingyu proceeded to sit on his bed and fiddled his laptop.

“I hope you don’t mind me blasting a song through my laptop? I lost my headphones a couple of days ago.”

“Yeah no problem! This is your room anyway.”

“Just between you and me, I lent my headphones to Wonwoo and I could swear he had never given it back.” Mingyu said, not looking mad at all, instead his visage was decorated with a dubious grin. Implying that him and Wonwoo are close enough to make fun of each other. You continued to wonder why Wonwoo never properly introduced the two of you. The person in question was still in the bathroom, hell, only God knows what he’s doing in there.

You had thoughts that Wonwoo was going to be taking too long, and the library is going to be crowded by the time you two got there, but in all honesty he was unknowingly doing you a favour. As you sat on Wonwoo’s bed on the other side of the room, Mingyu was casually playing music by different artists. His tastes ranges from electric music, dance music, to popular songs you often hear on the radio. Your heart skipped a beat only when he glances at you from across the room, and replayed the song that was playing before. It was from Arctic Monkey’s 2013 album, a song you often play when you were in the mood to fall in love. The song, titled Knee Socks, was dripping through the speakers, and Mingyu caught your head bopping along with the beat. “You know this song?”

“Yeah, it was pretty popular when it came out didn’t it?” You added. This time you held Mingyu’s gaze. “It is actually! God, I feel so dumb playing this song now. It feels so outdated.” You chuckled at that. What does an attractive man like Mingyu had to fear? He began to talk to you about the songs he played after Arctic Monkey’s famous ballad was over. And you realised that Kim Mingyu, had held your attention completely. There was something about him that reminded you of chocolate covered caramel. When Wonwoo finally came out of the bathroom, he had looked unusually dashing. His face was completely bare, save for his round eyeglasses he never took off. He was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that shown his perfectly sculpted collarbone. And his wet hair was still slightly dripping. Not that you had noticed any of this, because that night you were completely smitten by Kim Mingyu.

Since then, you’ve found yourself making up a string of unusual reasons to come over to Wonwoo’s dorm. Either to borrow a charger, borrow Wonwoo’s laptop, anything, just so you have an excuse to see Kim Mingyu. It was between your 5th to 6th visits when Mingyu finally asked you out on a date. Wonwoo, being Wonwoo, always warned you against it. “Be careful! I hear he has a reputation.” It’s always be careful this, be careful that. You only started to wonder if Wonwoo was making some of those things up. As reality goes, Mingyu turned out to be one of the sweetest guy to exist. He was always walking you back to your place, even if that meant he had to take a 5 minute detour. He was always careful of your feelings. He never disregarded anything you said. The first few months, your relationship with Mingyu was perfect. You hung out with him in his room, which gave you the additional advantage of hanging out with Wonwoo too. You made Mingyu hot chocolate when he’s craving for one, and the list goes on.

But some stories are not only about you. When you first started dating Mingyu, Wonwoo was always skeptical about it. He was never quite sure about the odds of you two being together. But when it looked like it was going perfectly, Wonwoo’s frown began to cease. His doubts replaced with another feeling. Wonwoo couldn’t quite give the feeling a name, he just knew it when he felt it.

The first time was when he walked into the two of you cuddling on Mingyu’s bed. It was not like Wonwoo was seeing red, but it almost seemed like he did. He felt the tiniest pinch inside his gut, but no words were registered to explain the phenomenon. After that, he only dreaded the thought of seeing the two of you together. It was not as if he didn’t like seeing you happy, he did. He completely, wholeheartedly did. He just preferred he didn’t have to see it.

iii. You Shouldn’t Build Houses Out Of People

It was nearing the end of your second year in college when you woke up in Wonwoo’s arms. You and Wonwoo stayed being the best friends that you always were. The year that has passed only made the bond stronger. There has been an additional list of activities that you and Wonwoo had shared without making it awkward because you two are almost closer than any friend. Going out late at night for McDonalds, hanging out at his dorm, catching a midnight movie premiere together. It was always Wonwoo this, Wonwoo that, if not Mingyu this, Mingyu that. Wonwoo had hugged you, braided your hair, picked you up and swung you around when your short movie won a college award. You had hugged Wonwoo, caressed the top of his head, squeezed his hand when you get nervous. Anything and everything. You had stayed together with Mingyu too, the whole time. You caught yourself repeatedly saying a prayer for Wonwoo and Mingyu’s presence in your life.

This is where the chapters started to get ugly. Love stories, they tend to get ugly before the main protagonist had any idea what they had been seeing. The same pattern you had found happening with your relationship with Mingyu. It was not as if you didn’t love Mingyu, you do. And he loved you too. But as time strengthen some relationships, yours only wore it down. Mingyu was constantly distracted by his college, his devotion to his music projects, his friend group that doesn’t include you and Wonwoo. This is when you start to realise that love was not a given. It was supposed to be a companion you were supposed to caress, feed and entertain. It was a guest, that came knocking into two people’s heart. And when the people in question started to be too busy to take care of it like they used to, love began to walk out the door. And so then, when Mingyu began to choose hanging out with his band, instead of you, or when you made little effort in making Tuesdays with Mingyu happen again, that was when love began to fade into the background.

The breakup was harsh. It was not as if you had been too numb to not feel broken up about ending a year long relationship with Mingyu. You had silently wept for falling out of love, you often question what you could’ve done to make it turn out the other way. You and Mingyu was sitting at the bench in the dorm lawn. It was almost midnight, so no one could’ve overheard the silent sobs. “It’s hurting me. That we are together, but I don’t feel for you anymore. I feel for the memories. I clung to it as if it’s the only thing I have. It pains me.” Mingyu’s words would not leave your head for years to come. And you had silently nodded in pain, because it was hurting you too. To look at Mingyu, and to wish loudly that things were as they were before. It hurt you to look at Mingyu and could only think of the past when the memories of present was what supposed to hook you onto reality.

He had went inside after that. That night, Mingyu didn’t walk you home and take his usual 5 minutes detour. But Wonwoo did. Like all best friends do, upon seeing Mingyu coming into the room looking completely distressed, something in Wonwoo snapped. He grabbed his coat, ran down the stairs and caught you silently crying on the bench. Wonwoo walked you home. Staying completely silent all the way there. Tucked you in to bed, and brew you coffee. He stayed with you the whole night, skipped class the next day, and moved out of his dorm the next day. “I just think it would be awkward seeing Mingyu after this.” He had said when you asked him why. You promised you would help him find a place.

Before you two had found one though, Wonwoo stayed at your place for a couple of days. And then days turn to weeks. You had an extra spare bed you only used if your parents come to visit, and Wonwoo was welcomed to occupy it anytime he want. It was quite a comical set up, Wonwoo sleeping on the extra bed in front of the tv, and you on safely tucked in your bedroom. Wonwoo’s stuff splattered everywhere in his space, yours neatly stacked in your bedroom. You having to walk over Wonwoo sleeping body when you had to go to the bathroom at 3 in the morning. It was quite comical, but it was extra magical. Wonwoo was the best roommate anyone could ever ask for, he made dinner sometimes, do the dishes regularly, he’d watched shitty tv with you all the time, and he’s basically a kickass friend. You didn’t want to admit it but having Wonwoo living with you clearly made your days a whole lot better. You slept better knowing the safety of Wonwoo’s presence. You studied better, because Wonwoo always offered to study with you—knowing that someone willingly endured a form of torture with you, had given you an extra serotonin boost. You almost wished he would never found his own place.

The one night that you highlighted vividly in your memory about this chapter you shared with Wonwoo, was the night of your final exams. Exams had always tortured you. You always had this innate need to do everything perfectly, but also freaking out over the limited time that you have in studying. It was not a strange phenomenon that sometime you broke down crying before an exam, it was an accepted reality. Especially, when the days are extremely bad. You would cry harder, or break easier. There was nothing in between.

When Wonwoo noticed this, he calmed you down immensely. You were instantly reminded of how Wonwoo’s presence provided you this strange sense of calmness that softened all your edges. Wonwoo told you not to get too hung up over it, you’ll ace it anyway, you’ll be fine, in his deep baritone voice you secretly admired. The cherry on top of the sundae was when Wonwoo brought you to your room, tucked you in lightly so you would sleep. “It’s okay to sleep now. We’ve been studying since 5, we can continue again tomorrow morning. Besides your exams didn’t start until the day after tomorrow right?” The way he said it so calmly just forced rationality inside your head, you did nothing but nod. You caressed Wonwoo’s hand lightly as he sat by your bed to fiddle with his phone. Anyone who didn’t comprehend the bond you had with Wonwoo would think that what you were doing implied that you were his girlfriend. But anyone who shared the same bond probably knew better. But you weren’t so sure you knew better either.

“Won. Please don’t leave.”

“What? I’m not leaving. I’m right here.” He said, not peeling his eyes off the screen. “I mean just sleep here tonight. I have plenty of room.” At that Wonwoo directed his gaze at you. Undoubtedly surprise at your statement. This, was the one activity you had never done together. “Are you sure?” He asked. Wonwoo, the compassionate, quiet guy, who had helped you strengthen your grip on reality, time and time again. Sometimes you ask yourself if you even deserve him. “I’m serious. Just sleep!” You tugged at his hand and tapped at the empty space beside you. “Okay..” He agreed, and proceeded to take off his glasses, put down his phone and lay down beside you. Granted, with Wonwoo on the bed, the space seemed to shrink.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked innocently. “Ugh, don’t make this awkward Won. Just flop on the bed, lay in it, whatever. My bed is your bed, too.” You said as you stare at him. Head propped on the pillow. It was not long after that you started snoring. And so did Wonwoo. Secretly he liked sharing your bed. Your warmth provided him a strange sense of comfort he never experienced before. Wonwoo, only wondered, not out loud though, at the strange beat of his heart that night.

The nights after that wasn’t as bad as the first one. Sometimes you flop over his bed in front of the tv and slept with him. Sometimes he slept on your bed. It was a shared routine that you two never talked about. Not a single word said about the nature of this new activity.

A couple of nights after, you were casually scrolling through your instagram feed only to be greeted with a picture of Mingyu, and a girl you recognised was his classmate. You didn’t know what it meant. Had it meant Mingyu was completely over you? Did he do it just to piss you off? You realised you were living in bliss when you were with Wonwoo. Completely unaware of the world going on out there. Almost like a honeymoon, you thought, but then quickly dismissed the thought as if it were foul. But that picture of Mingyu had completely shattered the serenity that sheltered you and Wonwoo. You threw your phone across the room. Seemingly seething with anger.

“The hell? What is wrong with you?” He began to walk and pick up the phone. Mingyu’s smile was still plastered on the phone. The same exact page. “Oh.” He said when he realised what it was all about. “Yeah. Oh.” Your voice was dripping with venom. Only then did you realise how your anger at the breakup has never really subsided. It was as if anger comes in waves, and this was about to crash, loudly. Wonwoo calmly put the phone down to pull you into a tight hug. His hug felt calming. If your anger was like waves, Wonwoo’s hug was like a lighthouse.

You were sitting next to him on his bed, your head atop his shoulder, and his chin atop yours. “I’m sorry.” He said, softly. You made a mental note that you could recognise his voice, anywhere, anytime. You only shrugged in response. Did your relationship not mean anything to Mingyu? It hurts the most when it almost meant the world to you. You were cherishing the way Wonwoo’s arms curled on your shoulders was like a sign of protection. It in and of itself, meant you’re safe. You could only wonder how someone could be of such importance to another person.

“You know, you shouldn’t build houses out of people, y/n. Because they come and go. So easily. Almost like it’s nothing.” He finally pulled himself away from his initial position to stare at you right in the eyes. His eyes, you’ve always thought was like a cat’s. But now you realised the gaze, the fire flaming behind it, it looked more like a fox’s. Everything about Wonwoo in that moment, reminded you of safety, protection, familiarity and home. He was the only thing in New York that tied you to home. You both came from the same small town, you knew the same people, you’ve been his friend since college barely even started. Wonwoo was, in every sense of the word, home. And that night you’ve decided to come back.

You’d like to think you were never on your right mind when you’re sad. You were always making rash decisions you would later either regret, or forget. You never really know what was into you, to get you to pull him by the t-shirt, close the distance between you two that initially felt like 5 miles, but was now nothing but a shared breath. You kissed him, so hard that it felt like you were drowning. Later in life, when someone offered you to pick between chocolate covered caramel and peppermint candies, you made sure to pick the latter. Because that night, Wonwoo smelled like peppermint candies, and you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Almost as if it was driving you crazy.

You’d like to think you were pushed by all the pent up anger, the unsaid feelings about how you secretly liked Wonwoo’s touch, Wonwoo’s presence beside you on the bed, just Wonwoo. It could’ve been the way Wonwoo was literally sitting underneath the moonlight, basking in all of its glory. It could’ve been the way his fox like eyes stared at you like no one ever does before, like he understood you, through and through. It could’ve been anything. All you knew was if you didn’t kiss Wonwoo, you would’ve gone insane. “Kiss me, Won.” You murmured against his lips. And to your surprise, he did. He kissed you like he had never kissed anyone before.

He, on the other hand, liked to think, he was carried off. He didn’t know what has gotten into his right mind kissing you like that. Like he was hungry. Like he was in pain. He had pushed all other thoughts from his mind. That night there was only you. He looked into your eyes, and was reminded of the person you have always been to him. The only person who would listen to his nerdy ramblings about movies. The only person who remembered the names of all his cousins who always caused him trouble. The only person worth a damn in this whole world. It was not long before his hands found the buttons of your shirt, and your hands slid into his back, passionately lifting his t-shirt. When he pulled himself off of you to breathe, you recited him, “I shouldn’t build houses out of people, because they leave. But you, you’re my best friend Won. You would never leave.” You pulled him into a kiss one more time, and that night was the night the two of you came home.

iv. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

“Jeon Wonwoo!”

Wonwoo, startled, immediately turned around to see who that was. The owner of the voice was Kwon Soonyoung, his childhood best friend. Wonwoo had his hand on your back, slowly ushering you to Soonyoung’s direction. Kwon Soonyoung was a handsome 20-something year old. He was tall, not taller than Wonwoo, you made a mental note to yourself. His figure was very lean, like the figure of a professional figure skaters, or that of a professional dancer. Wonwoo with a grin stamped all over his face went up to him and gave him the tightest hug.

It was a festive evening. To be precise, it was Wonwoo’s friend, Seungcheol’s wedding. “Crazy how he is only a year older than me, but he’s getting married. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even score a date?”

Strange as it may seems, that one eventful night was the only time you slept with Wonwoo. You two woke up the other day, brushed each other’s hair, straightened your t-shirts and went on with life like nothing had happened. You had always thought it was one of two things; either it meant nothing, or it had meant everything and the weight of the thought had rendered your tongue useless. Either way, the two of you had never mentioned dating, or sex, or relationship in front of the other. As if it was a silent pact. The fact that this pact was never officially made just confirmed that Wonwoo and you practically operated on the same braincells.

“It’s because you have never made a move! Jeon Wonwoo, how are girls supposed to get to know you if you never made a move?” Unlike a normal person, Jeon Wonwoo never thought other girls exist besides you. It was always you, he thought of. You’re the only person he would call if he got into a fight with his mom. You’re the only person that should know his in depth feelings about his classmates. You’re the only person he thought of for a date to a friend’s wedding. After all, you’re his best friend.

“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in years!” Soonyoung exclaimed. The way he inserts himself into conversations strangely feels familiar. Soonyoung has a presence that made you immediately felt embraced, and at ease. He kind of reminded you of Wonwoo that way. “It’s because we truly haven’t, moron! How are you doing? I see you’re still getting 0 luck with girls.” Wonwoo teased him. The way the two interacted, made you think of brothers who have been separated for too long. Soonyoug playfully slapped Wonwoo’s back and gulped down his champagne. “Aish, don’t go flexing on me now that you got yourself a beautiful girlfriend!” He said, gesturing to you who were just standing there.

“Me? I’m not his girlfriend! I would never! No offense to you though, Won.” A smile emerged on Wonwoo’s face. It is a running joke that you would never date Wonwoo, and vice versa. You once told him, “At this point, we’re practically twins!”

“None taken, my lady.” Wonwoo said, still with the smile on his face. “Oh! Thank god. I was about to give you a whole essay on why you should rethink your decision.” Soonyoung teased, winking at you. At that the three of you laughed. You’ve never met Wonwoo’s childhood friends before. But he had always assured you, they’re like family to him, so they should be family to you too.

You, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo took up a table of five, joined by Seungkwan, and Seokmin who just happened to know Seungcheol too. You gave Boo Seungkwan a kiss on the cheek, reminding him how much you missed him. Seungkwan and Seokmin was such a comedic duo, you couldn’t help but burst with laughter every five minutes or so. It was one of those days where you really enjoyed yourself.

Weddings were not particularly your type of events. Strangely though, weddings were always graced with a type of magic that you could sense through the air. It might be because of how weddings itself was supposed to be the strongest union of two individuals who loved each other endlessly, and sacred enough that it could only be broken through death. It could be because a wedding is the happiest moments of a person’s life. It could be because for everyone else who was invited, it was a chance to reunite with old friends, and families.

And that night, the magic poured on your cheeks like raindrops. That night, as you sat by Wonwoo’s side. Feeling strangely nervous for finally meeting Wonwoo’s friends, he held your hands so tight, as if it was a secret message. And the message reads; don’t worry, you’re safe. What’s crazy is how he never let go of your hand the entire night. It was an unspoken gesture, but it was there. Even when you have finally loosen up, and laughed along with Seungkwan and Seokmin, he still wouldn’t let go.

When Seungcheol came up to the stage, serenaded with lovely romantic tunes, and began to start his speech, an homage to his wife. The night began to descend into something you are not entirely sure of.

“If I was supposed to describe my wife in three words, I’m going to be at a loss of words. Because how do you even try to describe someone so attentive, so caring, so beautiful, entirely intelligent, possesses the kindest heart, with just three words?

My wife has given me everything I thought I didn’t deserve.”

During that pause, Wonwoo clutched your hand a little bit tighter.

“I was not the least bit stable when I first met her. That is even an understatement. I was just a mess. I was all over the place. I was late on bills, I was fired from my previous two jobs, and worse, I preferred to be drunk than having to face any of that senseless reality.”

This time you clutched his hand tighter. At one point, you could feel your own breath flowing in and out of your lungs.

“But, my wife? She was like a god sent. She came into my life like the angel Gabriel. Gave me a sense of direction. Helped me get sober. Helped me find a place to live that was not my mother’s basement.” Seungcheol earned quite a number of chuckles at that. But if you look clearly, his wife’s, as well as his friend’s eyes were starting to brim with tears. It must’ve been a dark chapter in his life.

“This woman practically saved my life.”

You turned your head, to get a look at Wonwoo. He was still staring directly at the stage, there were bits of tear on his clear, perfect eyes. As you look at him, you were only reminded of one thing. That night at your place, where Wonwoo was basking in the moonlight. Tonight, it was as if he was the moonlight. His grip on your hands felt like a comfort, security. The way he had always made you feel.

“So, when they asked me to write an homage to the angel who I’m now proud to call my wife, I thought, ‘man, how am I supposed to do that?’”

Wonwoo must’ve felt your stares, because now he was looking at you. There was such tenderness in his eyes, that couldn’t be compared. You’ve never seen Wonwoo this way before. Like a godsent. There was only one time that almost, briefly mimics this moment. It was the day you two went to the beach, for the first time together. Wonwoo was staring straight into the sunset, the wind whipping his hair, the glow of the sunset framing his visage. The scene was so dreamy, you almost thought it didn’t happen.

“Man, I suck at this. I hope my wife isn’t disappointed.”

Again, Seungcheol earned a number of laughter at that. And from the looks of it, his wife isn’t in any how disappointed. There were visible tears running down her cheeks, threatening to undo her makeup.

“So, let’s all raise our glass.”

Wonwoo’s stares was like daggers in your heart. Threatening to undo a secret long unraveled.

“To the most beautiful woman, I have ever met.”

As Wonwoo was fixing his stare at you, everything seems to finally made sense. There has always been a reason why you fit him more than his favourite sweater. To the most beautiful woman, I have ever met, a sentence fit only for you.

“To the love of my life.”

Claps erupted from all around the venue. And when you knew, you knew.

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Surprise! (Kirishima Eijirou x Reader)

Funny little idea I had. Reader finds out she is prego and wants to surprise her hubby with the news :)

A/N: Nothing really. Charters are aged up. Female pronouns used.

Hope you enjoy it and sorry for typos, grammar and spelling errors! :)

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You were practically floating through your local market store's aisles, humming has you picked up items on your list.

Today was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and nothing could ruin your mood.

Not even the grumpy old lady blocking our path, complaining to a stock boy about ketchup prices could bring you down!

Any why might you ask?

Because today you got the best news in the world.

A few days ago, you went to your local clinic. You'd been feeling rather tired here lately and even a bit nauseous. You honestly thought nothing of it and just figured you had a stomach bug that'd been going around.

Image your surprise when the nurse on the other end of the phone informed you that you were not sick, just pregnant.

It took a few seconds for the information to process, but the moment it does. Oh boy! You screamed and cried in pure joy to the poor, probably now partially deaf nurse on the other end.

After many thank yous and a few apologies, you practically hung up on the women wanting to call your husband imminently.

You tried him on his cell and on his desk, but he must have been out on patrol. Meaning you wouldn't hear from him until much much later in the day

Damn.

That burst your bubble, but that just gave a chance to be... well, creative in your news delivery method. You'd spent the last few hours researching and watching videos in the theme of 'Surprising the father baby announcements.'

And boy, oh boy, did you get some ideas! Too many ideas! But you settled on one method in particular.

You smiled as you made your way over to the produce section.

Ah-ha! There's an item on your shopping list.

You reached out and grabbed two bags of baby carrots before tossing them into your cart.

It would be a night your husband would never forget!

Later that night...

Let me start off by saying this. You love your husband. Very very much.

Your husband, Kirishima Eijirou, is the most wonderful man on the planet. He is an amazing and loving husband. He is also an amazing hero. Ranked one of the best in Japan and one of the friendliest. The man is a literal saint who against all odds befriended Bakugou for goodness sake! You love him more than life itself.

Your husband is a lot of things but currently, you can only think of one way to describe your husband. In the words of the blonde explosive best friend, 'he has rocks for brains'.

Bless your husband's heart some days, he can be denser than his skin in his unbreakable form.

You expected him to overlook some of the food you made, BUT NOT EVERY FUCKING THING!

You made a spread of baby-related foods that could give a buffet restaurant a run for their money. You had it all, baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby corn, baby back ribs, fingerling potatoes, a cornish hen, deviled eggs, popcorn shrimp, you had it all! Hell, you even dropped a 'bun in the oven reference'. Twice!

But did he see the pattern?

Nope!

His only response was to stare/drool at the food and said, 'wow hun, if I'd known you be making this much food, I'd have invited Amajiki and Togata over'. Later on, he commented on how Fatgum would be jealous of the amazing food he's going to have for lunch tomorrow'.

While you appreciate the comments on your cooking. You could have strangled at that moment.

Dense. Very dense.

You chanted in your head while he pigged out, 'I love the father of my child, and I will not beat him over the head with chicken' over and over for most of dinner.

As the night continued, you realized after watching both 'Boss Baby' and 'Storks' that you would have to take drastic measures to get it through his thick skull.

Tomorrow, you'd bring out the big guns!

Maybe you should get Mina involved…

The next day…

"Hey, Red! Wow, what's with all the food?" Fatgum shouted as he watched the redhead placed another container on the table.

"(Y/N) went overboard last night and made a feast! We had a lot of leftovers, so I brought some of them in. Want some?"

"You bet I do! I love her cooking! You really lucked out!"

"Yeah, I did! I have no idea why she made so much food, but I'm ain't complaining!" He flagged over Amajiki, who just walked into the breakroom. "Hey, Amajiki! Join us!"

"T-thanks…." He shuffled over and eyed the spread of food on the table. "Um… Kirishima… was yesterday a special day or something for the two of you?"

"No, I don't th-WAIT" Kirishima had a moment of panic before checking his phone. "Nope. Our anniversary isn't for another few months, and her birthday was last month." He sighed in relief. "Man, Jiki, you can't do that to me. You bout gave me a heart attack." He took a bite of food. "Why'd ya ask anyways?"

"Well… it's just… this is a lot of food... And very...v-very… specific food that doesn't seem to go together, in a traditional sense…" The quiet man commented.

"What do ya mean?"

Fatgum took a second look at the food before his eyes went wide. "I-I think I see where you're going with this Sun.." He put down his bowl while his redhead appearance just looked cluelessly between the two. "So Red, what happened last night?"

"Nothing really. I came home, and she made this awesome food, we ate, watched a few movies and then went to bed." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Did she say anything about her day, or did she seem like she wanted to talk to you about something?"

"No. I mean, she said she had an awesome day but didn't really say what was so awesome about it. She looked great! Like… I don't know, she just… had this.. glow? Yeah, that's the word. She just seemed to be glowing! I mean, I'm not saying she wasn't attractive before! She's drop-dead gorgeous, but I don't know, here recently she's just been…. Wow…" Kirishima's features softened as he thought of his wife while Fat and Amajiki looked at each other. The older man's eyes lit up while the younger dark hair man gave a half-smile.

"H-has she been feeling ok?" Amajiki pressed.

"Yea-" He paused for a moment. "Well, she did say she wasn't feeling too good the other day and that she went to the doctor... She didn't say what they said, though.." He crossed his arms while he thought back. "Now that I think about it, she really didn't eat much last night, and I could have sworn I heard her throwing up this morning... But she just brushed it off when I asked about it…"

"Did she say what she thought was w-wrong?"

"No, she didn't. I even asked her if she wanted me to stay home with her today, but she said she'd be fine. She did promise me she'd take it easy." He almost jumped up. "You guys don't think she's getting sick, do you? I know there's been a stomach bug going around…"

"Oh, it sounds like she got bitten by a bug, alright!" Fat couldn't keep it in any longer as he gave the redhead a wide smile.

"Seriously? What do we do? Wouldn't the doctors have found out if she did? Do you think it was poisonous?!?!" Kirishima jumped up like he was ready to take off back home to tend to his 'sick' wife.

"Easy Red." Fat roared with laughter. "She'll be fine, but she's going to be feeling the effects of this for the next…. I'd say nine-ish months…."

"Huh?"

"Kirishima, I think you r-really need to go home and talk to your wife…" Amajiki interjected while Fat wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to control his laughter. Which he was failing at btw.

"Come on, guys! I'm freaking out here! Is (Y/N) ok?" The hero pleased with them trying to get a straight answer.

"Eijirou?" Every head in the room twisted in your direction as you stood in the doorway.

"(Y/N)! You're here! Are you ok? You haven't seen any weird spiders or anything around, right?" Kirishima rushed over to you as you made your way into the breakroom. You'd heard Fatgum laughing from down the hall and figured your husband was too far away.

"Spiders? Wait, what?"

"Fatgum thinks you might have been bitten by a bug! How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor?"

"Honey. Sweetie. I'm fine, I've already talked to the doctor." You chuckled as you tried to soothe your frazzled husband.

"You have? That's great! What did they say?"

"Well…" You trailed off. This wasn't going as planned. Your plan was to visit him in his office and surprise him with the little gift bag in your hand; from there, you hopped, he'd get the picture. The top item was a cute little 'I'm a riot' Red Riot baby onesie you in the merch store down the street. The next was a mini-set of red baby crocs. If he didn't get it at that point across, your last resort was the medical report from the doctor's office, showing that you were, in fact, pregnant. You made sure to highlight it, just to be safe.

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to be blunt about it (Y/N). He's really not getting it. Congratulations btw the way!" Fatgum was chuckling slightly still as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"S-sorry if we mess anything up…" Amajiki mumbled apologetically.

"Thanks! And don't worry about Amajiki, it's fine! This works out better anyway!" You smiled over at the two before turning your attention back to the love of your life.

"Congratulations? Wait, what don't I get? Babe, please tell me what's going on". The worry in his eyes nearly broke your heart.

"Honey" You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look you right in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

His body stilled, and his eyes were wide. He just stood there staring at you for the longest time; you swear you could almost see the little hamster in his head go flying off its wheel and pinball around his skull.

"Eiji? Did you hear me?" No response. He didn't even seem to be breathing. "I think I might have broken him." You glanced over to the older man in yellow before returning to those crimson orbs.

You were honestly starting to get worried at this point. Was he just shocked? Was he happy... or... did he not want it? Finally, though, he seems to come back to his senses.

Blink. Blink Blink. Deep breath in. Blink. Blink. Deep breath out.

"Y-Your…..preg...p-pregnant….."

"Yes. I'm pregnant." You choked a little up as it finally seemed to sink into that thick lovable skull of his. However, his expression didn't waver, and you still couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

"I'm… going to be a dad?" You could feel him start to tremble beneath your hands.

On no.. he doesn't...

Your eyes started to water, but you try to keep your smile in place. "Y-yes. You are..".

"I'm going to be a… dad?" It was taking everything you had not to break down then and there

But then.. it happened.

You watched as his face lit up with the biggest grin you had ever seen. His eyes glistened with tears until they streamed down his cheeks. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!" Your pretty everyone on the whole floor heard his declaration, and before you knew it, you were being dragged into a tight hug and swung around the room.

For the next hour, the two of you laughed, cried, and went around the ENTIRE building so your husband could tell everyone the news. Afterward, you showed him your little gifts, and that caused another trip around the building so he could show off the baby items and, much to your embarrassment, the test results.

Fatgum quickly realized that nothing else on the planet would get the red headed hero to focus on work right now, so he let him have the day off to celebrate.

After a round of visiting and phone calls to friends and family, the two of you were finally home. The moment the two of you were in your home, he pulled you to your bedroom for the most intense cuddle section you had ever had.

"I'm... going to be a dad…" He whispered while gently rubbing your belly where.

"Yes. Yes, you are." You couldn't help but grin and give him a slow sweet kiss, which he gladly returned.

"God, I love you so much…"

"I love you too. "

"Promise me one thing…" Suddenly his gaze narrowed as he looked you in the eyes with a serious expression.

"Anything…" You shifted, a little nervous in his abrupt mood change.

"If... If.." He swallowed hard.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Now you were worried.

"If I'm ever that stupidly dense again, please, PLEASE, knock some sense into me!" You burst into a fit of laughter while he just pokes his lip out in a pout. "I'm serious! Get someone, anyone to knock me into next week! Tetsu, Bakugou, Hell call Midoriya! After everything I missed, I deserve a Detroit smash upside the head!"

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The Girl that fell From the Sky

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Summary: You fell from the sky. Literally

Warnings::: Profanity, abusive mother, throwing of glass bottles, cigar burns

You closed the door to your moms beat down apartment. The scent of booze and smoke thick in the air. You quietly made your way to your room hoping that your mother was not in the living room. But to your dismay, there she was, hunched over with a cigarette in her hand.

“Y/n” She spoke. “Look at what you’ve done to me”

You rolled your eyes and tried to escape before she could continue. But with a grip to your arm, you were stopped.

“Let me go” you struggled.

“You’re the reason your father left me. 16 years later and your still here instead of him. I should’ve aborted you” The middle-aged woman spat.

“He left because your batshit crazy”you cried as you tried to loosen her grip on your arm.

She inhaled her cigarette and presses it against your arm. You hiss in response to the burn. You finally tug your arm away and quickly walked to your room. Ignoring the insults your mother spewed.

“Same shit” you huffed closing your room door “different day”.

You inhaled the aroma of vanilla that heavily scented your room. Your plugin air freshener doing the job it was intended to do. Which is to keep the smell of your mother out.

You made your way to your bed, which is covered in unfinished manga books. You absentmindedly picked up the closest one to you and start reading. You smiled at the illustration of All Might and Midoriya. Your smile dropped into a confused frown as the illustration started glowing a bright light.

You run your fingers against the glow, only to make the light shine brighter.

“What the hell?” You cursed. You watched as the light spread throughout the pieces of paper. Your sight blurred as the light shun brighter. And then everything went black.

You woke up to a bright light shining in your eyes. You rapidly blinked and held your hand up to shield yourself from its rays.

“Good” a voice spoke. “You’re awake”

You sat up on the bed you were in and rubbed at your eyes.

Where were you? And what happened to the book?

“Can I please have your first and last name” the voice spoke again.

You turned to see where the voice was coming from. You were met with an old lady. Not just a normal old lady. THE Recovery Girl. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water. You were speechless!

How could this be? Were you transported into their world? Are you dreaming?

“Um miss? Your name?” Recovery Girl asked again.

“Oh shit” you mumbled. “My apologies. I’m Y/N L/N”

The woman nodded her head and typed away on her computer. “Well Ms. L/N. There’s no record of you existing anywhere Japan.”

“Well you see” you started. “I’m not even sure how I got to Japan ma’am.”

“She came from a reality rip. Of course she’s not in the system” another voice spoke.

You turned to see Principal Nezu on an irritated looking Aizawa Sensei’s shoulders. Your eyes widened at the two and you were speechless for the second time today.

Wait. Did he just say reality rip?

“We must keep her here in case she manifested a quirk on her trip down.” The principal spoke again. He then turned to you and smiled. “I’m Principal Nezu. And this is Shouta Aizawa. He will be your sensei”

“I-I’m Y-Y-Y/N L/N” you struggled to get out. “I’m sorry did you say reality rip?”

“Yes. A rip was seen in the sky yesterday” the middle aged hero spoke “Then we saw you fall from it. It’s a good thing that Todoroki saw you and acted fast. Otherwise..”

“I’d be dead” you finished. “Well it’s an Honor to finally meet you Aizawa Sensei”

“What do you mean ‘Finally’?”

———

“Class this is L/N Y/N. She will be staying with us for while as her quirk manifests.” Aizawa introduced. You stood at his side as you looked around the common area.

“Sensei, is this the girl that fell out of the sky” Yaoyorozu asked, raising her hand slightly.

The class looked at Todoroki as the man nodded his head.

“Dude. You saved her life” Denki exclaimed.

“That’s so manly” Kirishima whispered.

“Oi stop fangirling over icy hot” Bakugo yelled at his best friend.

“Silence” the teacher yelled while activating his quirk. “I think L/N has something to say”

It was your turn to be stared at by the famous class 1-A. You nervously smiled at the hero. “Well um... first, you can call me Y/N. Second, Thank you Todoroki-kun for saving me.”

The boy nodded in your direction as if telling you “you’re welcome”.

“Also” you started again. “I think I should tell you why I was falling out of the sky to begin with. I’m sure some of you were wondering.”

The class all mumbled in response. You looked at Aizawa Sensei, who only nodded his head for you to continue.

“I came from a reality rip. Meaning, I’m not from this time”

“So you’re a time traveler” Denki asked.

“No Kaminari. Not quiet. Where I’m from, there’s no quirks. They’re fictional” You stated. “Just like you all”

The class was both shocked and confused. They were flabbergasted. What did you mean they were fictional?

“Hey dumbass what do you mean that we’re fictional?” Bakugo screamed.

“Well dumbass” you mocked the blonde. “I mean that you are all characters in a manga I read. Well a manga I read before being teleported into it.”

“Wow. That’s so cool. And kind of disturbing” Midoriya stuttered.

“Since we’re ‘characters’ in your world” Shoji spoke “does that mean you know our backgrounds, favorite food, and all of that stuff?”

Your face flushed at the question. If you told them yes then you’d look like a stalker.

“Well um... kinda?” You winced. You groaned and squeezed your cheeks together out of habit. Your anxiety was reaching its peak and you felt like you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

“The book goes into detail about a lot of things I’m sure you guys don’t want anyone to know” you glanced at Midoriya and Bakugo. Both had a shocked expression on their face.

They know you knew about OFA.

“Fuck” you mumbled “ I’m sorry that makes me sound like a weirdo. I have no ill intentions to use the information I know against you guys in a negative way. I only know ABOUT you. I don’t necessarily KNOW you.”

The students faces were unreadable. Besides Midoriya who was shaking like a salt shaker in his spot on the couch.

“Well since your quirk is bound to manifest at some point.” Todoroki spoke for the first time today. “I can help you adjust to the new environment”

“Yea me too” Uraraka joined in with a smile.

“As will I” Iida chopped through the air.

One by one, the class vowed to help you adjust to your new life and you couldn’t be more happier. You looked up at Aizawa with teary eyes.

He put his hand on your head and said “you’ll fit in kid”

——————————————

After sleeping in a bed that wasn’t decades old, you woke up to the sound of knocking on your room door. You straighten the pajamas yaoyomomo lent you and your hair before opening the door.

“Goodmorning Aizawa Sensei. Is something wrong?” You asked sleepily.

“No. Here are your uniforms, bath necessities, and some extra clothes. Class begins in 30” He responded. He handed you your items and rolled away in his sleeping bag.

“Never gonna get tired of seeing that” you laughed to yourself. You made your way to the women’s shower to prepare your self for the day. The center of your forehead throbbed but you chose to ignore it.

“Goodmorning y/n-Chan” Mina squealed “you look so cute in your pajamas”

“Thank you Mina” you smiled.

You did your morning routine witch consisted of showering, brushing your teeth, and talking to the girls.

You smoothed the skirt to your uniform as you walked behind the group of girls...struggled with tying your tie. You’ve never worn one before so of course you didn’t know how to tie it! In the midst of throwing a tantrum, you bump into something hard. Before you could fall backwards, you felt arms wrap around your back stopping you from hitting the ground.

“I’m so sorry. I was trying to tie this damn tie. Are you alright?” You rambled. You look up at the stranger and was met with a dual colored stare.

“I can help you with that if you’d like” he suggested.

“Yes please” you sighed.

You watched as his large fingers worked at the tie. He held a focused expression as he finished tying the piece of fabric.

“Too tight?”

“No. Thank you Todoroki.” You smiled as the two of walked into home room together.

You spot your assigned desk, which was covered in cards and balloons, and made your way to it. You sat in between Midoriya and Mineta, who was unsurprisingly checking you out. You turned to face him with a faux smile. “You know it’s really ugly being a pervert. Everyone in my reality hates you”

The grape boy’s face fell. His eyes followed the buttons on your jacket and fell on your breast. You flicked the perverted boy’s forehead out of disgust. You faced foreword in your desk and listened to whatever Aizawa had to say.

“Today you’ll be sparring against eachother. Quirks are allowed. Y/N will be monitoring you and adding necessary comments” The hero instructed. “Go get changed and meet in gym gamma. You too Y/N”

——————

You stood in the middle of the gym with a clipboard in your hands. It was the latch match of class and it was the most anticipated one of the day.

Todoroki V. Bakugo.

“DIE HALF AND HALF” The blonde screamed.

You watched in horror as Todoroki’s right side slowly covered in frost.

“DAMN ICYHOT. USE YOUR LEFT SIDE DAMNIT”

“Bakugo” the poor boy huffed a puff of cold air from his lungs.

“I’m gonna call it” you told the middle aged man beside you.

“No. Let them fight”

“But his right side-”

“Just watch”

Todoroki trapped Bakugo in another sheet of ice, which the blonde blasted out of. Without hesitation, the young Todoroki set his left fist aflame and punched the angry teenager.

“Oh damn” you gasped.

“Todoroki wins. Now Y/n” Aizawa called looking down on you. “Spar with Todoroki”

Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets. He wants you to do what? You don’t even have a quirk! The teacher pried the clipboard out of your hand and nudged you towards the mat.

“No quirks obviously”

“nO qUiRkS oBvIouSlY” you mimicked as you walk towards the center of the mat. Todoroki looked at you with a shit eating smirk, which faded into a focused stare.

“Ready?” Aizawa yelled. “Start”

The boy charged at you with his fist cocked back. You dodged left and jabbed him in the chest. Todoroki stumbled back at the hit with his eyes widened. “You’re strong”

“Now you don’t have to go easy on me” you smirked.

The two of you exchanged a number of hits before the match was over. The match ended with Todoroki sending a kick to your side, which caused you to fall to the mat.

“Todoroki wins”

“Fucking shit” you huffed. Todoroki offered you a hand, which you graciously took.

“You’re a better sparring partner than Bakugo” the dual hair colored boy spoke.

“I heard that you bastard” the blonde yelled behind you. “You. I want to spar with you after school”

“Yes sir Mr. Boom boom man” you salute. He growled at the nickname and stormed off. You turned on your heel with your arms crossed and walked to the locker rooms.

—————-——————»

You sat in the common area while everybody else were either in their room or out training. Everyone except Todoroki, who was currently sitting in front of you with a bowl of cold soba, starring right at you.

“Can I help you Todo?” You asked looking up from the book you were reading.

“I find you fascinating. You fell from the sky and you’re adjusting well” He stated. Slurping on his noodles.

“This is a better life than my old one. So I’m satisfied” you shrugged.

Todoroki scrunched his eyebrows together. Confusion visible on his face. “What do you mean a better life?”

You sighed as you closed the hard covered book. “Well, my life before any of this happened was complete–excuse my language– shit”

The boy nodded his head as you spoke.

“My father left right after I was born. He’s the lucky one in this story” you joked. A small smile formed on Todoroki’s face. “He left because when I was born my mom got abusive. She drank and drank and took out all of her anger on us. Cigarette burns here and there. Beer bottles thrown, wine bottles on a good day. My whole life story is bull”

“Wow. And I thought my dad was a dick” He laughed. You chuckled at his joke. “I’m sure you already know...”

“Like I said before, I know about your story. You’ve never told me”. You made your way to his side of sofa as he placed the empty bowl on the table in front of you.

“Well it’s really no different from what you’ve probably read. The way he used to breed my mother like she was some show dog.” His face scrunched in disgust. “The way he drove her crazy. It’s really a shitshow. I barely see either of my siblings anymore due to the fact that the thought of them resenting me plagues my mind.”

You looked into eachother eyes as he spoke. The trauma and anger that his bicolored eyes held as he spoke tempted you to hug him right then and there. You arms hesitantly wrapped around his neck.

You felt his tense shoulders relax in your hold as his arms wrap around your waist. He buried his face in between your neck and your shoulder.

“It’s always that one parent who has to be a bitch. That’s why son’s of bitches are a thing” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Todoroki’s shoulders jumped as he laughed at your corny joke.

You pulled away from the boy and smiled. The two of you wished eachother a goodnight and went your separate ways. On your way to your room you see Midoriya and Bakugo outside of your door, waiting.

“Um…hi guys?” You smiled nervously.

“So you know?” Deku hesitated. His hands visibly shook with anxiety.

“I guess I do. I won’t tell anyone. I know you’ll get in a whole lot of shit if I do”

“Like hell you won’t” Bakugo growled “I’ll blow your ass into oblivion”

“That’s a big word for a asshat like you. I just said I’m not going to tell anyone” you growled back playfully crossing your arms with a smirk. You turned back to the baby broccoli with a smile “Your secret is safe with me. Have a goodnight. Both of you”

You walked into your room and fell backwards onto your bed. You moaned at how good it felt to finally lay down and go to sleep.

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Todoroki was woken out of his sleep by light knocks on his door. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes as he opened the door to reveal a h/c haired girl with an unreadable expression.

“Y/n? It’s 4 in the morning. Why are you-“ his question was cut off by you grabbing his hand and dragging his half asleep body towards your room.

“Ask questions after I show you” you said. Expression still unreadable. Once you entered your room and made sure the door was locked, you pushed the heterochromatic eyed boy down on your bed.

He looked at you with worry. We’re you hurt? Should he take you to see Aizawa? Or recovery girl? His thoughts went blank as he watched you closed your eyes as a third one opened in the middle of your forehead. He watched in awe as you created a void of darkness in the space between your two hands. Everything in your room began to float as the void got bigger. Even the bed Todoroki was sitting on. His eyes widened as you then ball your fists which caused everything to remain still while they were still afloat. You dropped everything back to their original placements by clapping your hands together with a toothy smile plastered on your face.

“Look Todoroki. I manifested a quirk.” You squealed happily. The boy smiled at how excited you were about your quirk. He’s only known you 2 days but he couldn’t stop thinking about the girl that fell out of the sky and her smile.

“That was really cool y/n” he clapped. You jumped into his arms causing the both of you to fall backwards on the bed. The position you two landed in had both of your faces beet red.

“Uh...sorry. I got a little too excited” you laughed nervously. You stood again brushing off you pajama bottoms with a smile.

“It’s fine. I’d be excited too if I’d just manifest my quirk” he chuckled. “What’s your hero name going to be?”

“I have no idea” you yawned. “We should probably go back to sleep”

“Goodnight Y/n”

“Goodnight Todoroki” You watched as he closed your door silently not wanting to wake up your classmates.

The teenage boy smiled hard on the other side of the door. His thoughts swarmed with vivid pictures of you as he walked back to his room. Maybe Midoriya was right. Maybe he did have a crush on the girl that fell from the sky.

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You skipped into the common area mentally preparing yourself for your “presentation”. It was Saturday evening meaning that almost everybody would be there.

“Hey y/n-chan. You look happier than usual” Denki chirped, causing everyone to look in your direction. They watched as you walked into the middle of the room with a toothy smile.

“I am. I want to show you guys something” Everybody watched as you closed your eyes. They didn’t expect a third one to open in the middle of your forehead. They all gasped as everything around them covered in black goo and began to float. Everybody except Todoroki. He was just as happy as you were.

Once you disabled your quirk everyone screamed in joy.

“WHEN DID IT MANIFEST!?” Mina asked

“WHAT DO YOU CALL IT?” Izuku chimed in.

“Guys give her some space” Todoroki sighed pushing through the crowd. “You’re going to be an awesome hero y/n”

———————————————————

You held the bouquet of red and white roses tightly as Aizawa walked you down the aisle. All of your friends were fawning over how beautiful you looked. Even Bakugo was speechless.

When you reached the alter, you hugged Aizawa and whispered a faint “Thank you”. When you pulled away the man wiped a stray tear that had fallen on your cheek.

“Does Y/n have her family’s blessing to marry Shoto?” The officiant spoke.

“Yes. Yes she does” Aizawa smiled. He took his seat in the front row as the ceremony continued.

You wiped at the stray tears that fell from your eyes and smiled at your soon to be husband.

“The couple will now recite their written vows”

Shoto looked you deeply in your eyes and spoke. “Y/n ever since you fell from the sky 5 years ago you’ve always found your way into my thoughts. From the smile you sent me on your first day to the tears you shed when Aizawa adopted you I’ve always been star struck by your beauty. You fought by my side during all my battles. Mentally and physically. I’m no good at words but I mean it when I say I love you”

You didn’t even bother to wipe the tears that were flowing. You just smiled at the man before you. You tried to compose when it was your turn to recite your vows.

“Shoto” you said softly “it’s no secret that I’m not from here. But you and all of our friends made me feel at home. I cherish every last memory we have made. From our late night talks in each other’s rooms to teaching me how to make your cold soba. I can’t wait to make more.”

The both of you were teary eyed as you both slipped each other’s rings on your fingers.

“ I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now-“

Todoroki’s lips were on yours before the officiant had the chance to finish. Everybody cheered and threw flower petals your way.

“Y/n Todoroki” Shoto smiled at you.

“I love the sound of that”

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honeypiehotchner · 4 years ago

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you’re so golden -- Steve Rogers x Reader one-shot

Hello! This is 100% a self-insert lmao when I can’t sleep I like to imagine stuff like this. All fluff lovies xx.

Warnings: Some talk that makes prude!Steve blush, boob-holding (is that even a phrase?), some teasing/fluffy talk of sexy times, mentions of nightmares and therapy, that’s basically it, it’s tooth-rotting fluff

Living with a bunch of Avengers can be many things, but one thing it isn’t is private.

There is no privacy when Tony is around, or Sam and Bucky, for that matter. Hell, the only one who really respects privacy around here is Steve, but go figure with that one, right? America’s golden boy, of course, he’d know to knock and wait for a response before entering, to not ask certain questions, or to avert his eyes quickly if he happens upon you in an indecent situation (your swimsuit came untied last summer, no further explanation needed).

You still snicker when Natasha calls him a prude. He makes it too easy, quite frankly.

Like right now. You’ve just finished working out, so you’re in the kitchen, making yourself a sandwich. Your body is covered in sweat, so you shed your tank top, hating the way the material clings to your damp skin. This leaves you in cropped leggings and a sports bra.

Natasha sits at the bar, sipping her water with a smirk on her face. You’re not sure why, until you see Steve practically bolt past you to get to the fridge.

“Steve!” You laugh, turning around to face him. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting some water,” he says firmly, like he has to force each word out.

“Okay…” You raise an eyebrow. “Are you not looking at me for some reason? Scared I’ll burst into flames?”

Natasha muffles her laughter into the palm of her hand.

Steve downs the entire glass of water before shoving it back under the dispenser, his eyes focused on it as if it won’t fill his glass correctly if he doesn’t stare it down.

“Steve,” you chuckle, knowing exactly what’s got him acting this way. It’s your lack of a shirt. “It’s just a bra.”

“Exactly,” he swallows, bringing the cup back to his lips, still not looking at you. “It’s just a...bra.” He says the last word quietly, quickly before guzzling more water.

“I know you’re a super-soldier, but don’t drown yourself,” you tease, turning back to your sandwich. “You know, just a bra is technically a shirt. I’ve worn it as a top before to a music festival -- hell, some girls only had glitter covering their boobs. But I wore it with shorts, too, not even leggings. They barely covered my--”

Steve coughs loudly, discarding the cup in the sink before sprinting in the other direction. You shake your head with a laugh. Who knew that Steve Rogers, a man who looks like that, could be such a prude.

“You are so bad,” Natasha sings. “He’s scarred for life now, you know.”

You shrug. “Isn’t he like, a hundred years old or something? He’ll get over it.”

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That very same night, the lot of you are sitting around, throwing stories back and forth. Sam and Bucky are caught in a feud trying to one-up each other, and somehow (you don’t really remember, but it’s not impossible) the topic of boobs got brought up.

“Do you ever do this thing,” you look to Natasha, “when you’re just laying down, and you just hold your boob?” You bring your right hand up to cup your left boob over your shirt, smirking at how everyone’s eyes follow your hand -- except Steve’s. Steve, well, becomes Very Interested in his hands.

“Yes!” She laughs. “It’s comforting, I don’t know why.”

“I know why,” Sam says, grinning like a madman.

You roll your eyes, taking your hand away. “It’s not sexual, asshat. It’s just comforting.”

“You guys also stick your hand down your shorts,” Bucky chimes. “On the side,” he slides his hand down his leg to show the spot.

“That too,” you nod. “But the boob thing...that’s even more comforting. If I’ve ever been crying or something, it just helps calm me down.”

Steve, who has gone completely red in the face, stays quiet, but this time, he’s looking at you. Your eyes meet his and you smile softly, wondering what it was that made him finally look at you. Regardless, you won’t question it.

+++

Nightmares are the bane of your existence. Truly.

They’re practically unavoidable, and you know that. Therapy can only do so much to keep them at bay, and that’s when you actually attend. You haven’t been in a while. You can blame it on being busy with missions all you want, but that’s not really it.

There are just some things you don’t want to talk about.

So, now you lie awake in bed. It’s four-thirty in the morning, and you know that in half an hour, Steve will be waking up to go on his run. He runs every morning without fail, rain or shine. You’ve never understood why he runs in the rain, though. Lightning is a thing. And to quote Sam, “We have treadmills in the gym.”

Five o’clock rolls around and you hear Steve’s alarm and movement in the room next to you. Ten minutes later, his door opens and closes.

You close your eyes, wondering if your body will give it up now and let you sleep, but she doesn’t. You huff, lazily opening your eyes. Another night with shit for sleep.

A knock sounds on your door, dragging you from your bed. You pull the door open, tiredly raising your eyes to meet those of a certain super-soldier.

“Steve?” You murmur. Despite knowing he’s the only one awake at this hour, his presence still surprises you. He’s not one to knock on your door this early.

“Morning,” he chuckles, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, leaning onto the door. “Didn’t sleep.”

He frowns. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you wave your hand. “What’d you want?”

“I uh…” He pauses, scratching the back of his head. “I knock on your door every morning to see if you want to run with me...you’re not normally awake.”

“Trust me, I’m not awake right now by choice.”

He smiles, but the worry still seeps through. “Did you...um, did you try…?” He trails away, bringing his hand up to his chest, cupping his left pec. It takes a second for your mind to register what exactly he’s doing, but once you do, you nearly burst.

“Oh my god… No, I didn’t actually.” You shake your head. “Some nights I forget about it. Too many thoughts, and...yeah.”

Steve nods. “Do you...do you want me to help?”

“Help?” You raise an eyebrow. “You trying to take advantage of me while I’m sad, Rogers?”

“What? No!” He takes a step back, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Relax,” you laugh, reaching out to grab his hand, pulling them down. “Sure. You can take your shot. Come on.”

Steve walks slowly into your room, eyeing you and waiting for you to kick him out. But you shut the door and tug him over to your bed.

“What helps?” Steve asks, kicking his shoes off.

“Uh…” You sigh, sitting down on your bed. “I...Well, this is ridiculous, but could you...hold me?” It’s the one thing you know that has helped in the past, but obviously it’s been years since you’ve had someone do that for you, and holding a pillow isn’t the same.

“Hold you--?” Steve accepts the strange request. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Don’t be weird,” you laugh, scooting up and stretching out. “Hey, at least I have more than just a bra on,” you tease.

Steve gives you a look, and for the first time, he looks you up and down. From the leggings to the oversized t-shirt, landing on your eyes. You find gentle worry there in his eyes. An old voice in the back of your head nags you for trusting him so much. Acting like a gentleman is sometimes used as manipulation, but not here. With Steve, it’s genuine.

He was raised to be a gentleman, sure, but this is a different time. He could trade in the niceties for being a dick -- he’s pretty enough for it -- but he doesn’t. Maybe that’s what makes him different.

“Are you sure?” He asks, walking to the other side of the bed.

You sit up tiredly, leaning back on your palms. “Steve. We’re not about to have sex. If you’re uncomfortable, just go run. It’s okay.”

“I’ll run after you sleep,” Steve says firmly, finally sitting down.

“Alright,” you exhale.

You lie back down and turn on your side, waiting for Steve to do something. You feel the bed dip as he lays next to you, turning on his side. He drapes an arm over your waist, pulling you into his chest.

Your eyes close almost on instinct. Steve’s heartbeat thumping softly against your back causes your breathing to deepen.

“Better?” He asks, his breath fanning the back of your neck.

“Mm,” you sink further against his chest. “Yeah.”

He chuckles softly, his arm tightening around your waist. “Go to sleep.”

“Shut up and maybe I will,” you snicker, elbowing him in the ribs. “I’m surprised you’re so talkative. Normally you’re turning red and coughing by now. Or drowning yourself.”

“Shhh,” he says, but you know he’s smiling. His lips barely graze your neck, but it’s enough to send a jolt down your spine.

You stay still, letting yourself savor this feeling. You’ve harbored a small, but albeit obnoxious, crush on America’s golden boy. How could you not? He blushes when he realizes you’re wearing a sports bra or even the time when you wore a deep v-neck shirt. You don’t have a big enough chest to show any cleavage at all, and yet he was as red as a tomato.

His innocence has only made him adorable, and your subtle innuendos became your choice of flirting tactic.

You don’t know what changed. You never imagined Steve being possible of this -- holding you tenderly, not fumbling for words or burning up. Right now, he’s calmer than you’ve ever seen him.

But it seems so wrong. Did you force him into this? You don’t think so, but you worry. He’s not normally like this, so you can’t help but wonder if he’s doing it because he felt bad for you.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, doll?”

Doll. That’s new. You thought it was something only Bucky says, but then again, Bucky calls any woman he sees doll.

“You can go run,” you murmur. “I don’t think I’m gonna sleep anytime soon.”

He shifts, and you think he’s getting up, but he pulls you closer. “Do you want me to go?”

You wait a beat. You smile. “Not really.”

He chuckles. “Then I’ll stay.”

“Okay.”

Silence covers both of you. The tender kind that only two people who know each other well can share. No tension lives here, no anxiety. Only peace.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind if I try something else?”

“Sure,” you shrug softly. “Why not. What do you wanna try?”

Your breath hitches when his fingers tease the hem of your shirt. Surely, he’s not…

But he is.

“Is this okay?” He asks, fingertips ghosting over your stomach, not going any further until you say so.

“Yeah,” you murmur, not believing your ears or eyes or body.

Tentatively, Steve’s fingers trace your ribs, goosebumps rising on your skin everywhere he touches. After what seems like hours, his palm cups your left breast, gently, no ulterior motive in sight. You lean into the touch, knowing he can feel your heart racing against his hand, but not caring. Because right now, it’s too soothing.

“Is that better?”

“Better,” you admit sheepishly, hiding your smile in the pillow.

And damn him, the combination of the weight of his arm around your waist, hand on your breast, breath on your neck, and heartbeat on your back -- all of it lulls you to sleep.

A restful sleep, the one you know you’ll only have here, safe in the arms of America’s golden boy.

+++

When you wake, Steve is still there, his run a forgotten thought when he has you in his arms. You turn around to face him, smiling dumbly when you see his eyes are closed.

His hand slips from your breast to your ribs, and you hold onto his wrist, keeping him there. Your free hand traces the lines of his jaw, his nose, his cheekbones. The golden, hand-crafted, wondrous boy. Here in your bed, sleeping soundly.

The clock reads 11:46 AM, and you’re sure the rest of the team is wondering where the two of you are -- though Tony probably knows.

Still, you make no move to get up. His weight isn’t trapping you, but his softness is. Your heart has never known a gentle touch, and yet here he is.

Steve senses your movement and opens his eyes, fingertips twitching against your skin. You watch as the blush dusts his cheeks upon realizing his hand is still underneath your shirt. Giggling, you let him slip his hand away.

“Did you sleep well?” You tease.

“Did you?” He counters, genuinely asking.

“I did,” you nod, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

His eyelids flutter his silent welcome. You can’t stop yourself as your hand cups his jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek. This tender, golden boy.

He tips his chin forward, hand on your back pressing you forward until your lips meet his in a gentle, longing kiss.

“I’ve waited three years to do that,” he says, kissing you again.

“Me too,” you admit, lips ghosting over his.

Golden sparks explode behind your eyes when your lips collide. His arms cage you in, holding you close, keeping you safe. The gentle touch you have never known has finally arrived in the form of America’s golden boy. Your golden boy.

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littlemessyjessi · 4 years ago

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC: Chapter One: Sordid Sorting

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“Yet when books have been read and reread, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them.” ― Walter Farley

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This Chapter’s Song: “River” - Leon Bridges

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Vega was eleven when she first met Remus.

She incredibly nervous at the time seeing as how it was her very first year at Hogwarts.

Her aunt and uncle had heavily warned her about getting into any house other than Slytherin....as if she had some kind of control over that kind of thing.

Sirius, her older cousin, who was more like a brother to be honest, had simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It'll be fine, V. I swear it. No matter what house you get in. It'll be fine. Maybe you'll even be a Gryffindor, like me." he had told her with that infamous smirk of his.

Twelve years old and full of pride over his house.

But Vega was not convinced.

She'd been home when they'd received the news of which house Sirius had been placed in....and well, it hadn't been good.

She remembered very clearly that she'd grabbed Regulus and they'd ran off to hide until the storm blew over.

If you were present when Orion or Walburga Black were angry....well, you'd likely become a target.

After her parents had died when she was seven, she’d been placed in the care of her closest relatives and that happened to be her Uncle Orion and his family.

She’d left behind her beloved country roads and enchanting woods of Tennessee in America and was relocated in London.

She was expected to go to Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny.

She was expected to be a respectable pureblood and get sorted into the only reasonable house.

Needless to say, she was terrified.

At that particular moment in time, they were racing down the tracks on the Hogwarts express.

To calm her nerves, Sirius had offered to have her sit with him and his friends in their compartment.

She was first introduced to James.

A boy with impossibly messy black hair, glasses and a permanent smirk...almost identical to her brothers.

Next was a small boy named Peter with impossibly blue eyes that were a tad unsettling to her just due to the nature of how piercing they were.

He looked friendly enough and if Sirius liked him she was sure she would too.

Lastly, was Remus.

Oh, Remus.

He was tall and lanky with very pale skin and light brown hair.

Vega could distinctly see a few scars across his face and on his hands but due to his clothes all else was hidden.

But he had the most beautiful green eyes but curiously enough there seemed to be a very faint golden brown ring around them.

She wouldn't have noticed had she not been so taken with him.

He was much quieter than the others but still quite nice.

Remus John Lupin.

Her very first crush.

Remus would've died from mortification at that time if anyone knew but....he found her quite pretty.

She was a year younger, yes.

And she was also Sirius little cousin, this was true.

One that he’d spent the better part of last year talking about to his new friends.

“Oh, you’ll love Vega, mates.” he could remember him telling them. “She’s a little shy at first but she’s actually from America. A cowgirl.”

Remus doubted if she was actually a cowgirl since Sirius had a way of being dramatic.

But she was so pretty.

She and Sirius resembled each other a lot with their thick black hair and big striking grey eyes but her features were softer than his.

She was much quieter with Sirius, although not impolite.

Sirius, whether he liked to admit it or not, had had the same good etiquette beat into him that she had and it often gave him a sort of casual elegance.

Little Vega sat stiff backed, mouth shut and eyes trained determined on her book.

She found reading to be easier.

She could focus on the words there and not on what she might say wrong that could potentially anger her parents.

Books were just by far much easier.

This intrigued Remus.

He had asked her so softly.

"What are you reading?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice, even as soft as it had been.

"Oh, um, it's-uh." she stammered.

"Oh that's The Black Stallion." he smiled. "It's a great book. My mum read it to me when I was little. It's a great muggle book."

Fear struck through her.

"Oh, I- please don't tell Aunt Walburga. I just- It looked so interesting and I wanted to know about the horse." Vega rambled as tears filled her grey eyes.

Sirius gave a hard forced smile to his friends before he grabbed his cousin and yanked her out of the compartment.

"Vega! Calm down! Bloody hell!" he snapped.

Tears were spilling, "I'm sorry, Sirius! I'm sorry! I didn't meant to get you in trouble with your friends! Now, Aunt and Uncle will be furious! I'm sorry!"

Sirius placed his hands on the side of her face.

"Vega, V, look at me. Look. at. me." he said holding her in place and willing her big, frightened eyes to focus on him. "It's fine. No one will tell mum and dad. These are my friends. Remus was just making conversation. His mother is actually a muggle."

He added the last bit with a little smile towards her.

She'd been so frightened.

She sniffled before she hugged her book closer to her for a moment.

"Come on. Come back inside." he said trying to lighten the mood.

She shook her head sending the black tendrils everywhere.

"No." she said. "Those are your friends. I...I'll go sit with someone else."

"V, come on." he said.

But she'd already whipped around and was dashing away.

Sirius shook his head as he entered the compartment.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. Really, I didn't mean to upset her. I didn't think-" Remus began his apology.

Sirius waved him off, "It's fine, mate. V's just....she's a little skiddish is all. Our family can be a bit much sometimes. She just doesn't want to get in trouble."

There was a collective nod around the room.

It wasn't a huge secret that Sirius didn't have the greatest home life...but he was good at hiding it.

Seeing Vega be absolutely petrified by pure conversation....made it all too real for the twelve year olds in the compartment.

The four of them played cards for a bit longer until they train stopped and everyone filed off.

Remus caught glimpse of the silky, black hair glinting in the night and those two big grey orbs that looked like moons themselves.

They landed on him and he could even see her flush red...even in this poor lighting.

He smiled at her kindly and gave a little wave to which she returned...hesitantly before she was bustled along into the boat with the other first years.

He joined his friends and soon they were seated at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall listening to Dumbledore and waiting for the Sorting ceremony to begin.

Vega almost hid behind some of the first year boys as she entered the Great Hall and her cousin Narcissa smacked into her pushing her way to the front.

She’d willingly let her take the spotlight and hide amongst the others but it wasn't for long before someone spotted her and the whispered began.

"It's the Black girl!"

"That's Sirius' little sister!"

“No that’s his cousin! The one who’s parents were killed!”

"Bet she'll get into Slytherin!"

"Maybe Gryffindor!"

"I bet she's evil!"

"She looks just like him!"

“Did you hear about her father being a-”

She shook her head to try and drown them out and before she knew it...

"Vega Equuleus Black." came the crisp words from the professor.

She gulped and took careful steps up to the stool before carefully settling down on it.

The giant hat was placed upon her head and...

"RAVENCLAW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Big, grey eyes snapped open in fear and shock.

She could distinctly see Sirius and his friends whooping and hollering on her behalf while her cousins at the Slytherin table looked less than pleased.

If she hadn't been in front of all those people....she would've cried.

Because she knew.

She knew that when Orion and Walburga found out....and she went home for holiday....there would be no escaping it.

They would be angry and she WOULD be punished.

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Chapter Two

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Hello my lovelies! Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more! I would love to know what you think of little Vega!

So please comment, reblog with thoughts and/or smash the ask box! I do so love hearing from you my loves!

Love,

Kenny

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Love, Kenny

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 4 years ago

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Hola Mishamigos! It’s Friday and I am here with more nonsense from my SPN rewatch - dudes, we are all SLEEPING on Season 11, in both good and bad ways. There is so much in just the first trifecta of “Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire;” “Form and Void;” and “Bad Seed” (since “Baby” deserves her own analysis) - so come relive my rewatch with me. This is a summary of some things that stood out for me (few are analysis, most are clowning; basically this is a pared down live tweet - you’re welcome/I'm sorry); copy/paste from the script is included with my own emphasis:

OUT OF THE DARKNESS INTO THE FIRE [11x01]

-There’s lots more to this episode, but really this is the most important and relevant part (also it’s too soon and I am offended, damaged, attacked and hurt) -

DEAN: Yeah, whoa. All right, take -- take it easy, okay? (gesturing to the deputy’s wound) Bad guys?

JENNA: Rebar. I sought cover. I fell.

***LIKE EXCUSE ME, but what in the actual fuck. Did they just decide to pull that from the episode four years later to emotionally traumatize us in the subsequent rewatches? I know it’s probably coincidence but my sad soul has not recovered *enough* for rebar’s first SPN appearance to be right now in this moment when I am blissfully 5 entire seasons away from the dead end in the road.

- The only other important part of this episode - when Dean takes the call from Cas privately first before putting it on speaker for Sam, and something about this exchange is so endearing-

(Dean’s phone rings)

DEAN: Where the hell are you, Cas?

(The scene flips between Sam and Dean at the hospital, and Castiel in the woods.)

CASTIEL: I'm...I'm okay.

DEAN: You don't sound okay.

CASTIEL: Dean, I am fine. Besides, what I have, you can't help me.

DEAN: What do you mean, what you have?

CASTIEL: Just please tell Sam -- Rowena escaped with the Book of the Damned and the codex.

DEAN: Okay, forget Rowena. Where are you?

CASTIEL: Now, you tell me -- the Mark . . .

DEAN: Oh, really? You're worried about me after everything that I’ve --

CASTIEL: Dean, is it gone?

DEAN: Yes. I'm good. I mean, I'm not great.

CASTIEL: Makes two of us. (Dean puts Cas on speakerphone) This is good news.

SAM: Hey, Cas.

CASTIEL: Sam.

***It’s just so poignant that Dean wanted privacy for the first minutes of that call, probably because he is still haunted about the beating he gave Cas in 10 and *other things,* and Cas is literally being torn apart by Rowena’s curse but he only cares about Dean getting rid of the Mark, and the world is ending but Dean only cares about Cas and where he is - honestly this scene - I’m -

***Further thoughts on the Animal Curse/Cas/Dean below under 11x03

FORM AND VOID [11x02]

(love the Genesis call back to this verse in the title - “And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”)

-speaking of emotional trauma, this fucking shit again -

JENNA: Yeah. I pretty much grew up here. Learned to ride my bike down the road. Had my first kiss at that blue house over there. Lost my virginity up there (pointing to different house).

DEAN: I'll bet blue house was pissed.

JENNA: She was. (handing Amara to Dean) Do you mind?

***This frustrated/disappointed/angered/saddened me to NO END despite already knowing that it happens constantly on the show, because what was the reason?! Did they have to point out that she had a female love interest for this brief moment just to turn her evil and kill her off? There was no need to include this detail. It’s either blatant homophobia or willful ignorance (so also blatant homophobia) that this is what representation means. I won’t go on because obviously we are aware of this and much has already been said/written about it, but still, fuck this.

-we meet Billie and there is more “FORESHADOWING”-

QUEEN IS SINGING “OH DEATH” aka Death’s entrance song from Season 5 and I am BLOWN AWAY by this almost as much as her amazing voice - like did they know at this point she would become the new Death season later? DID THEY KNOW? I need answers.

Seriously, go listen to it immediately; bask in its glory:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFOm5i6b56o

We also get our first mention of the Empty, so that’s cute that they referenced both Dean’s and Cas’s Season 15 ‘demises’ in the same episode (it’s not cute really and I am crying again now) ->

BILLIE: You and Dean . . . Dying and coming back again and again. The old death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives . . . dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven . . . Or Hell. One of us -- and, Lord, I hope it's me -- we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam . . . Seeing you real soon. Name's Billie, by the way.

-another reason for me to continue denying the flaming trash heap that they tried to call the series finale-

Sam is dying here because he has been infected by the Darkness-vein-animal-exploding-people-plague so he goes to pray about it

SAM: So . . . I know it's been a long time, but . . . Dean and I, we've -- we've been through a lot of bad. But this is different. This is my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. And if I have to die, I've made my peace with that, but . . . Please. Dean deserves better. Dean deserves a life. There are people out there, good people, who are going to suffer because of me, and I am not asking you to clean up my mess. Hell, I don't even know if you're out there, but . . . If you are . . . And if you can hear me, I, um . . . We need your help, God. We need to know there's hope. We need a sign.

**DABB WROTE THIS F-ING EPISODE. How are you going to write Dean deserves a life here to just do what you did Dabb. Don’t get me started on my feelings about this scene in the dark depths of my finale-denying soul. DEAN DESERVES BETTER INDEED, SEASON 11 SAM.

To rub salt in this particular wound, they show us THE cutest scenes of Dean with this damn baby so we can have feelings about how great of a parent he could be (also I ADORE that whenever Jared, Jensen, or Misha have scenes in later seasons with young children/babies it is SO clear they slip into their own natural dad mode without even noticing it; these guys just all seem like excellent fathers and it makes me mushy) and even Crowley picks up on that shit and makes his little ex-boyfriend joke (after Demon Dean and most of season 10 there is no way I will ever NOT believe that Crowley and Dean did not take a tumble; I will take no criticism):

CROWLEY: The child likes you. No surprise, really. You're very maternal.

LIKE WHAT IS THIS:

Speaking of King Jackles, next comes the episode he directed ->

BAD SEED [11x03]

-Cas/Dean parallels with the Attack Dog Spell/Mark of Cain-

This arc appears in the 10 finale and then runs through the first three episodes, culminating in this one. Despite it hurting my heart to see our angel so bloody eyed and feral, I LOVED this parallel; it’s truly brilliant - Cas’s reaction to the attack dog spell is such a mirror to the way Dean dealt with the Mark most of 10. It’s also beautiful that Dean is the only one that can pull Cas from the spell’s control at the end of this episode; that alley scene between the two of them in 11x02 is so tender and sweet. I like to think this brought an entire new layer of depth to their connection, because no one truly understood how Dean felt under the influence of the Mark until now (someone write a fan fic about this exchange!!!!!!) I *love* this journey for them (please say that sentence in Alexis Rose in your head). Bonus that the episode containing my most favorite of *domestic* phone calls with Dean and Cas follows this one, and also Dean’s SHORT SHORTS follow because now he is just walking around the bunker in short shorts while Cas is there and I maintain this is because of this new level of closeness. As previously stated I ACCEPT NO criticism.

ALSO OF COURSE THE FACE CUP THAT JENSEN HIMSEF DIRECTED HIMSELF TO DO. I STAN A KING. I HEREBY DEMAND AT LEAST ONE FACE CUP PER EPISODE OF THE MINI SERIES JENSEN.

***I just saw something posted by @watchthebeesandfish back in 2015 when digging around the internet re: this episode - that this was the first time both Dean/Cas had seen each other as “themselves” since that heart wrenching bridge scene in 9x10, when Dean walks away from Sam/Cas after the Gadreel possession reveal (he goes on to take the Mark of Cain in the following episode, and has it the rest of the season through season 10 finale). That is brilliant and accurate and I BOW DOWN in humility to that parallel. I now love this scene a billion times more. *single [wo]man tear* Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this little trip down memory lane, thanks as always for getting through my rambling, and HAPPY FACE CUPPING FOREVER.

#destiel #deancas #spn #spn family #spn fandom #sen season 11 #spn recap #spn analysis #spn clowning #heller #jackles #king jackles #but why not write an entire live tweet dissertation of my spn rewatch #spn subtext

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sims2bellaswan · 4 years ago

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pas de deux V [Bruno Bucciarati x Reader | Risotto Nero x Reader]

[SFW]

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You’ve worked your whole life to earn a place in the Rome ballet company, yet everyone seems to work against you.

Between the stress of working to match the other dancers to unforeseen romantic issues, problems just seem to pile up.

Morning came too soon.

The soft pinks and oranges of dawn brushed past your curtains, waking you far earlier than you had intended.

Your only course of action was to get up. A quick breakfast and shower, you dressed in your usual gear: stockings and a leotard. It wasn’t the uniform most people had in mind, but it was yours. You caught yourself in the mirror, quietly mulling over the night before. The night before was a disaster. Maybe, you were being dramatic in saying that, but it felt like the only word that could describe it. You bit your lip in an effort to distract from the anxiety of it, walking out the door with more than a second thought.

The walk to the company was nice. It was early enough that you were catching children playing outside, waving hello as you passed.

The doors were more intimidating than you expected. Pushing heavily, the doors creaked under your weight. You cringed in embarrassment. Following the signs along the ceiling, you found yourself in a light-filled studio. Dusty wooden floors, brightened by the mirrors on two walls, the room was serene. You took a deep breath in, feeling as though you were about to exhale all your stresses.

Back facing the mirror, you changed your shoes. There was a quiet hum to the room that droned as you stretched. The ambiance of birds outside overlaying the sounds of the city beyond the windows, you felt as though you were watching from a television.

The door opened, you jumped. Even more so, you felt like crying when you registered who it was.

He spoke as he walked past you, setting his bag in the corner. “You’re early.” Risotto Nero didn’t pay you mind, you were lucky if he even remembered you. You worried over nothing. What a relief. “I didn’t expect you to make it through the night.” He finished his thought.

Nevermind.

“Excuse me?” You were set aback by his comment, almost annoyed if you hadn’t been so surprised.

He hummed, that same dissatisfied hum you heard last night.

You felt like you were going to explode. “Did I offend you last night?” You stood, brushing dust off your stockings. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest; the overwhelming feeling of annoyance and relived embarrassment hurt your head. Your breath felt heavy and sharp in your lungs, like the air was suddenly filled with knives.

“No,” He answered curtly, quickly. “You didn’t.” He rifled through his bag, quietly reviewing notes.

“Then, do you, just, not like me?”

He was silent for a long moment. “You forget your place.” He stood. At his full height and without your heels, he towered over you. You could see why other ballerinas were scared of him. He was at least six feet of lean muscle and bad temperament. But, your resolve clouded your better judgement.

“I haven’t forgotten anything.” You tried not to cower, tried not to retreat back to your apartment in shame. “I’m just confused on why you cannot seem to stand me.”

Risotto sighed, annoyed at the argument so early in the morning, annoyed at the rigid ballerina before him. This was not the morning he expected, who can plan for an angry dancer at seven in the morning?

When he didn’t respond, you found yourself looking for words and falling flat. The emotions were fresh in your mind, clouding it beyond comprehension. Returning to your stretches, you sat back down. You avoided looking over at him by staring into the mirror ahead of you. Rejection was a wound most painful when fresh.

“Signore Buccirrati spoke highly of you.” You stopped mid-stretch, turning your head uncomfortably to meet his averted gaze. Asshole. He continued, “but, I saw your pas de deux. You were mediocre.”

You broke the stretch, turning to sit cross-legged. You wanted to believe he would say something constructive, considering he likely choreographed 90% of the company shows. Hopefully, this wasn’t a bait for an insult. Blinking once, then twice, you desperately hoped he would continue.

He turned away from you, “you had no chemistry with your partner.” Wow, rude. “You dance fine, technically, but with no emotion. Like a dead fish.” Somehow even worse.

“You think I have no… emotion.” You deadpanned. Emotion was not something you were worried about that night, you were more focused on staying on your feet in your anxiety. “I didn’t need emotion that night, I needed it to be perfect.” You did not want to get into this with Risotto, who seemed apt at becoming your biggest obstacle.

He furrowed his brows at you, clearly disagreeing. “I see.” Which was almost as bad of a response as his hum. “I’ll be excited to see you dance, then.” Advertently ending the conversation, he turned back to his bag and you, your stretches.

While you finished your seated stretching and moved up to lift your leg along the barre, you dived into a spiral of turmoil over his final comment to you. His hopes were not high and yours were properly dashed.

The malice in his tone, the genuine dread that filled you, those stuck with you as other dancers filed in. Bruno caught your eye, you made sure to cower behind him everytime Risotto looked your way.

The session was quick, at least it felt that way. Maybe, you were so busy with the sporadic yelling of moves Risotto would start in and with avoiding him that you hadn’t noticed the passage of time. Nevertheless, as Risotto announced the session was over and continued on, announcing auditions and events. His voice went in one ear and out the other as you tried to leave.

Your attempt is futile though, as Risotto calls your full name. It grabs your attention and it may cause you to tear up if you think about his tone for too long. Surely, you can't be due for another verbal beating that soon.

As other dancers left the room, they whispered. Who knew what rumor would pop out, you could only hope it wasn’t an affair or something of that nature. You’d be blacklisted from every company on earth if that were the accepted story: you sleeping with the ballet master in an attempt to work your way to the top.

Risotto seemed not to notice their whispers, or didn't care, nor did he notice Bruno waiting just outside for you. You were hopeful, for a moment, that this would be short.

“Meet me here tonight.” He spoke curtly to you again, his words cut off in a way to accentuate their rudeness. “We’ll begin working on your pas de deux.” You were dumbfounded.

And here, all this time, you thought he had wanted you to quit. You would’ve bet money on it; hell, you were so confident that this man wanted you gone, you would’ve bet your mother’s soul on it. “I’m sorry?” The confusion dripped from every word that left your mouth, causing you to cringe slightly at the thought of Risotto’s pity.

“I will not tolerate mediocre performances.” His tone was serious and you did a quick glance around the room to make sure there were no cameras. You felt like you were being punk’d for the second time this week. “Your presentation is a representation of this company.”

He paused as if to give you a moment to respond, but you had nothing to say. You swallowed so hard it hurt the back of your throat.

“If you cannot present, you will not represent.” His eyes appeared almost blood red as he scanned over you. “I will teach you a new pas de deux and we will continue these meetings until you show me emotion.”

You were no stranger to disenchantment, but the emotional rollercoaster you were on was a bit much. Responding with a quick alright, you made your move to leave.

“7 PM. Don’t be late or I will no longer put the effort you need in.” He said, as you closed the door behind you.

Bruno, ever vigilant and ever noticing, pulled you to the sideline of the hallway. His hand on your elbow is a comfortable warmth, bringing you back from your frenzied head.

He spoke, just barely above a whisper. “Are you feeling alright?” He looked into your eyes, without a gleam of giving up this line of questioning.

You breathed, blinking away the small, crystalline tears that threatened to grow. “I’m fine.” You didn’t divulge this morning’s conversation with Risotto to Bruno. It would only make him angry. “He wants to, um,” You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. “He wants to help me with my emotion on stage. We’re meeting at seven.”

Bruno furrowed his brow. “And, you agreed?” You nodded. He breathed your name, your ears hardly picked it up. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” Contrary to the pitiful tone he used with your name, his declaration was firm. He didn’t think this was a good idea, that was final.

#bruno buccerati #risotto nero #reader insert #female reader #sfw #bruno bucciarati x reader #risotto nero x reader #jjba #jjba au #ballet au #pas de deux ao3 #my writing

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years ago

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um ur taking v requests right? can we have a shy mc who never saw herself as pretty as models whom v saws and asks her for a photograph? think of "funny face" (audrey hepburn movie) i feel like it's a movie that fits v + mc uwu

Yup yup!

Sadly I’ve never seen the film but I hope I did a good job! 😓 I didn’t want to Google it because I want to actually see it now, so I hope you don’t mind!

.........

You had never really felt pretty

It didn’t help that almost everyday you would see a beautiful woman on magazines, or advertisements

Everytime you saw them, your self esteem went lower and lower, and you said horrible things to yourself

Also it didn’t help that you literally worked with models every day, taking pictures of them, it just made you feel worse

One day, you were feeling pretty bad, your self esteem plummeted to the ground and you weren’t feeling good

So you decided to take a break from seeing people pictures for a while, and to see something new

You saw that there was an exhibition from pretty famous photographers, and their theme was mostly about nature, so you decided to give it a go

Honestly...you didn’t know what to expect

But as soon as you walked into the room and saw those pictures? Your mood shifted

You walked over to see each and every picture

There was one with a flower on a cliff

Then another one of the galaxy

And then more flowers

And then you saw one of the sun...

And...you didn’t know what to say

You were speechless

It was beautiful

You didn’t know how long you spent standing looking at the picture

But you let out a yelp when someone all of a sudden touched your shoulder

A guy with mint colored hair was beside you, and he also jumped in surprise when you did

The two of you stood in awkward silence for a bit until he shyly smiled and asked you what you thought of the picture, since you had been staring at it for a while

You were pretty shy, but you managed to whisper and stutter a response

One thing lead to another, and the man, who’s name was V, or well Jihyun, literally gave you the picture

Why? You didn’t fucking know, but like what the hell my dude?

“I can’t accept this Mr. Jihyun! Really, thank you but it’s too much!”

He laughed and shook his head. “It’s alright. How about you repay me by helping me with a little project of mine? And please, call me Jihyun.”

You flushed, and you found you couldn’t refuse his offer, after all, he was looking at you with sparkling eyes, and how could you say no to that face?

You both agreed to meet in a pretty famous place. It had a bautiful lake

It was perfect for taking pictures

When the day finally came, you packed your camera (just in case) and quickly drove off to the spot where you decided to meet!

Let’s just hope he doesn’t murder me... you thought as you kept your eyes on the road

After getting lost and making plenty of turns left and right, somehow you magically managed to get to the meeting spot!

V was setting up his camera a few feet away from you, and he smiled as soon as he saw you

“H-hello!” You cheerfully tried to say

But nothing came out of your mouth

The man was just too beautiful, you couldn’t help but become speechless when he was smiling brightly at you, the sun shining behind him, along with a beautiful lake

“Thank you for coming Y/N. Um, I apologize though. It seems that the other person that was supposed to meet us here to model, suddenly canceled. I’m sorry I made you come all this way...”

You shook your head. “No! It’s alright Jihyun! Its fine. But...uh...model? I thought we were taking pictures of the forest and lake...”

“I’m trying out soemthing new. I normally prefer taking pictures of nature and other objects, but I wanted to challenge myself a bit....I recently found out how...how beautiful humans can actually be. I want to be able to capture the moment when a person shows their emotions. I want to pause that moment in time, and be able to see every single detail of the person. It’d be amazing to capture something like that, and to be able to feel the same thing that the person is feeling, just from seeing the picture. I thought of that when I saw you that day...”

“M-me?”

V nodded, and shyly smiled. “The way you stared at that picture...you looked beautiful. The way your eyes shone, the way your mouth was slightly parted...I could just...I wanted to capture that moment. Ah, I’m sorry if it sounds weird, I promise that’s all it was! Sorry for rambling so much. And besides, I just had time until tomorrow to show the project, so I think I should drop it. I mean...it’s kind of silly right?”

You bit your lip and looked at the ground, you face red and shook your head. “Not at all! It’s alright Jihyun. Thank you. I didn’t know I could...inspire someone like that. It actually...it sounds like an amazing project, and I really wish I could help you, really! Maybe I could find someone from my work that could come and model for you...?”

V nodded, but as you started to dial a number on your phone, he gently stopped you and smiled. “Wait! If you don’t mind, why don’t you model for me? You’re the perfect candidate for this, after all, I got inspired by you. It’s perfect.”

“Wha...? Wait, no Jihyun it’s just...I really want to help but I...I don’t model....I’m not cut out for it.”

“Not cut out for it...?”

“I’m not pretty like all those models, and I don’t know if I can even model at all! I mean it just scares me so much, and I am just not beautiful....I’m not going to be good at it.”

“....Y/N. Hey...look at me....” you slowly stared into V’s eyes, which were also a beautiful mint color. You blushed as you kept staring at him.

“From the first moment that I saw you...I wanted you to model for me. I just couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole time and...I think you’re perfect. Y/N, you’re beautiful, so please don’t think like that again. It’s alright if you don’t want to model, but please know that you’re pretty, even more than all of those models combined.”

You blushed even more and when V finished talking, he blushed too, and brushed the back of his neck. He clearly just blurted out everything he said, and he didn’t stop to think it through. He was being absolutely honest, and now he was embarassed because he didn’t know how you would ract.

After a few minutes you shyly smiled and looked up at V. “M-maybe...I can...help you for a bit. After all, I do have to pay you back for that picture.”

V smiled and the two of you got to work!

At first you were pretty awkard, not knowing where to look or how to pose, but V told you to relax and gave you words of encouragement, which made you feel more comfortable

Soon, you felt more and more relaxed, and you began to pose more naturally. Of course, you were blushing like crazy the whole time, especially knowing that V was looking at you through the camera lens.

When you were done V walked over to you and showed you the pictures

And you were...speechless

For the first time in your life...you felt beautiful.

V gave you a proud look and smiled. “These are wonderful, Y/N. You look beautiful in every single one.”

You blushed and thanked him. After, V told you that he could send you the images after he edited them a bit, which he was sure he wouldn’t have to do that much, and so he asked for your contact info.

The two of you said goodbye and you drove home. As soon as you walked inside your apartment you got a message from V.

He sent you all the pictures and a location and time.

The exihibiton is the day after tomorrow. I hope I can see you there. Thank you for all the help, Y/N. These are the most wonderful photos I have taken in a while.

You sent him some thanks and complimented his photography skills as well, since you knew that he was the reason the pictures ended up so well.

So I’ll see you the day after tomorrow? He asked.

Yes! You replied, a smile on your face.

Then it’s a date :)

Your heart stopped and you almost dropped your phone

A...a date??? With him???

You squealed and quickly went to your closet, trying to pick out what clothes to wear.

You couldn’t stop smiling the whole night.

............

Meanwhile, a photographer with mint colored hair laid on his bed and looked at a picture

He smiled as he saw you, his heart beating fast and his cheeks flushed.

He whispered your name and then went to sleep, unable to stop smiling and smiling.

#mystic messenger #jihyun mysme #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #choi bois

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liberolove · 4 years ago

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Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going.

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied,

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages.

You opened up the first message.

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell.

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons?

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try.

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet.

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him..

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt.

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting.

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled.

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings.

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite! I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike.

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered.

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger.

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly.

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

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Jotaro Kujo [“She Doesn’t Need to Know.”]

Under the cut for length and 18+ content!

part 2

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Having met Jolyne at school, you two became quick friends. Studying at each other’s houses and after school hours, hanging out outside of school, you really covered the basics of a normal friendship and moved into the territory of best friends fairly quickly.

Now, you’ve never been to her house; mostly because she’d prefer to go over to your place or hang out at places like the mall or the park...

...until today.

You came by to study with Jolyne per usual, but you weren’t expecting to lay your eyes on a tall and muscular figure, slinking away into his office as soon as you two met eyes.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll come around eventually. Besides, the fact he even looked at you is a good sign.” She laughed at her own remark, gesturing for you to follow her upstairs to her room.

You obliged, yet, you couldn’t help but wonder about the tall and muscular figure, dawning white slacks and a black turtleneck.

“I’m gonna go get a drink, you want anything?” You get up, walking to the door.

Jolyne nods. “Water, please.”

You give her a thumbs up and fly downstairs, making a turn to go to the kitchen when you ram into something; scratch that, more like someone.

You look up to meet a pair of icy blue eyes. Damn, were they gorgeous. The man just scoffs and mumbles something sounding like “good grief,” and slinks back into his office. You really didn’t have a reason to be so intrigued by a man you barely just met, but hell, curiosity is what makes you human. Right?

A short time after going back up to Jolyne with your refreshments, you excused yourself once more to go to the bathroom. At this point, you’ve learned Jotaro’s office was downstairs, right by the bathroom you intended on using.

Walking to the bathroom, you passed by his office. You were curious. So what harm was there in taking a peek inside? You cracked open the door, taking a look around to make sure he wasn’t inside before stepping in fully, closing the door behind you. You strode over to his desk, looking at all the paperwork and assignments he was working on grading and signing, as well as the picture of his ex-wife, him, and baby Jolyne together in the corner. How cute!

Reaching to pick up the photo to take a better look, you feel yourself get slammed against the desk, hands behind your back and your face pressed against the polished wood surface. You manage to turn your head just enough to see who was pinning you down and your face flushes almost instantaneously.

Why were you getting excited?

The man backed off of you, relaxing at the thought of knowing it was just you snooping around his office. You sat up, stretching yourself out from being held so forcefully in that position, as well as trying to ignore the excitement caused by being pinned against the desk like that, completely helpless...

...by none other than your best friends dad.

You did your best to ignore the thought and the feeling between your legs, pushing it down as deep in your mind as possible and turned faced him. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul, his face completely straight and expressionless. Cold, even.

“What’re you doing looking around in my office for?”

You swallowed hard. You swore he could hear it, as well as your quickening heartbeat and your heavy breathing. “Uh... I was um, looking for the bathroom.”

His brows furrowed at your response. “There’s a bathroom upstairs by Jolyne’s room. Why didn’t you use that one?”

You bite your lip. “I wasn’t aware of the bathroom upstairs. Jolyne didn’t tell me about one..” You chuckle nervously. “Besides, I haven’t had much time to ‘explore’ the house as is.”

He scans your face with his unchanged expression. “Good grief. The bathroom’s over there, now beat it, woman.”

You nod sheepishly and make your way out of his office, delicately closing the door behind you. Little did you know, Jotaro was checking you out as you left. He let out a light chuckle at your shyness. He found it cute.

But, he wouldn’t let you know that.

You used the bathroom as you originally intended, and made your way back up to Jolyne, pushing down all your sinful thoughts of the marine biologist currently flooding your mind to focus on finishing your study session with his daughter.

Since that visit, you opted to not study at the Kujo’s place again. That pesky marine biologist of a father would continue to penetrate your thoughts as long as you gave him a chance. So, you distanced yourself.

Well, you did until Jolyne left one of her study plan outlines at your place. And you being the good friend you are, you to opted to bring it over.

You pulled up to the Kujo home, gulping hard, as you stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door. You knocked gingerly against the door, expecting Jolyne to answer, but you were greeted by the burly man by the name of Jotaro Kujo, wearing nothing but some gray sweatpants that rested slightly below his hips revealing his surprisingly deep V-line and the hem of his boxers, as well as a pair of some black dress socks.

He looked down at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation of why the hell you were on his doorstep. “Hi, Dr. Kujo, uh..”

Goddamn, if his heart didn’t jump at how you just used his career title to address him, you’d be wrong.

“..I’m here to drop off these papers Jolyne left at my place. I thought they’d be useful when it came to studying, but I thought she’d be in right about now.”

He sighed and stepped aside and out of the doorway, gesturing for you to come inside. You looked at him with an unsure expression.

“I’m inviting you in, bitch.”

You let out an “oh” and apologize before stepping inside and kicking off your shoes at the door. “Pardon the intrusion!”

You and Dr. Kujo sit there, talking for a few minutes about how school’s been going and how you met his daughter, but mostly about your major and what you want to do for work when you graduate.

“Well, I’m majoring in criminal law, actually.”

He cocks a brow. “A lawyer, huh. That’s unexpected.”

You look back at him, surprised. “Oh? How so?”

He sits back in his chair, taking a sip from his drink. “I didn’t take you for the ‘lawyer type,’ if I’m being honest.”

You sigh at his response, a little upset. “Fair enough.”

You two continue to talk a fair amount, asking him about how he got into marine life and about his youth before you finally get up and decide to leave. While putting on your shoes, he comes over and squats down in front of you, slipping a business card in between your lips with a number on the back.

Hot damn, it was his cell number.

You feel yourself blush at his way of giving you the card and remove it from between your lips, putting it in your bag. You thank him for letting you come by and he does the same, saying it was no problem and he’s thankful you came over and dropped off Jolyne’s things the way you did, as well as saying it was nice talking to you.

As soon as you got home, you put the number in your phone, shooting Jotaro a text. He responds a few hours later saying once again how he enjoyed your company and hoped you’d come by again. You blushed at his words and typed a quick response reading “likewise,” flinging your phone across the room and burying your face in your pillow.

A few more study sessions and hangouts with Jolyne and you finally end up full circle back at her house. To be honest, you were ecstatic about being able to see Jotaro again, but you did your best to hide it.

“Hm, seems he doesn’t mind you being here, given he hasn’t slinked off and into his office like he usually does,” she says, forking her thumb to where her dad stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug and a book in hand. He looks up and sends you a quick wink, going back to reading with his unchanged facial expression.

You feel yourself blush and let out a giggle. “Seems like it.”

Amid your hangout, Jolyne gets up and apologizes profusely, saying she has to go run over to Ermes place due to an emergency. She says she’ll be back in an hour or so and encourages you to make yourself feel at home till she gets back. You, being as understanding as you are, nod and shoot her a smile.

“I’ll be fine.”

“I knew you would,” she says as she grabbed herself a jacket and smiled while stepping out the door, quickly gliding down the stairs. “Keep an eye on our guest, would you Pops? I have something I need to take care of.”

He only scoffs in response.

After opting to clean Jolyne’s room up a bit, you go downstairs in search of a bite to eat, only to run into Jotaro the same way you did the first time.

“Oh, I’m so s-sorry, sir.”

Once again, he only scoffs in response. “I was looking for you anyways. Come sit.”

You gulp. Why the hell would Jotaro-motherfucking-Kujo be looking for you?

You both sit on the couch like you both did the last time you were over at this house. However, none of you bothered to make conversation this time. It was more of just Jotaro accessing the sight of you before him while you avoided making eye contact out of fear those aqua-marine eyes of his would bore into your soul again like they always did.

You really didn’t know why this was happening, but you felt that familiar feeling pooling between your legs like when he bent you against his desk, or when he answered the door completely shirtless. He really knew how to get you flustered without speaking, not like he was aware of it, though.

Yet, somehow, you ended up in his lap, your shirt as thrown into the corner of the living room, you grinding down into his erection. Jotaro groaned in your ear, those sounds of approval making you shudder. That deep, predatory-sounding growl really fired you up.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and pulling at the flesh, being careful to make his little marks and bruises in places you could easily cover-up. You whimpered at the sensation of his soft lips dancing across your neck and collarbones like he owned you.

God, did he own you.

“Ah~ Dr. Kujo..”

He let out another predatory-sounding growl at the way you moaned out his title, quickly moving his hands up to the middle of your back to unclip your bra. It fell off in one motion and Jotaro shifted his attacks from the skin of your neck to your chest. He kissed, bit, and nipped at the flesh, making you arch your back and let out the cutest little whimpers he’d ever heard.

Wanting to coax out more of those cute and delicious sounds from you, he moved to suck the buds on your chest, alternating between each of them and proceeded to knead and pull at the tender flesh.

Having had enough, he sat you down on the couch, pulling his turtleneck from his body in one swift motion, quickly moving down to undo his belts and unzip his pants. He shot you an expectant look, glancing from you, down to the floor in front of him, down to the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Jesus Christ woman, for someone of your intellect, you’d think you’d understand what I’m asking of you right about now.”

Processing his words, you understand what he meant. Jesus fuck, he wanted you to blow him. You turned red almost immediately at the thought, but nodded and dropped down to your knees in front of him.

You pulled down his pants and navy blue boxers down just enough to pull out his member; hard and firm in your grasp. You could hear his breathing falter and his breath got heavier and ragged as you slowly began to pump him.

Finally getting the courage, you started with a few experimental licks of the tip and shaft of his dick, testing the waters. He seemed to like what you were doing, and the needy look in his eyes beckoned you to do more.

Giving in to the look Kujo was giving you, you part your lips and insert his almost throbbing member into your mouth. You tell he was trying not to buck into your mouth, mostly out of fear of hurting you, but also because he wanted this to last as long as possible.

You swirled your tongue around him, bobbing your head up and down while you used your hands to take care of whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Shit, he was a big guy, after all.

“Gah.. fuck,” he moaned as he gently rocked his hips into your warm, wet cavern. You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, your hair sticking to your face.

Jotaro took the liberty of brushing your stray hair out of your face and grabbing a handful of it behind your head, admiring the way your lips wrapped around his cock before withdrawing himself and pulling you to a stand. Picking you up, he tossed you over his shoulder and trudged up the stairs to his room.

Tossing you on the bed, he crawled up behind you and roughly pulled off and threw your skirt to the side, along with your now-soaked underwear.

He lets out a scoff at the sight glistening of your folds, a slight smirk on plastered across his lips. “Good grief, you’re this wet just from having my cock shoved down your throat, huh? I would have never imagined you’d turn out to be such a slut.”

You shivered at his words. That deep, velvety voice reverberating in your ears and the way those dirty words practically rolled off of his tongue. You were having a great time becoming putty in his hands, and he was enjoying it too.

Probing experimentally at your entrance, Jotaro had his eyes locked on your face, looking at your expression for any signs of discomfort. Your face contorted out of sheer pleasure, your back arching against the covers and whiny little moans escaping your mouth. You tried bucking your hips up into Jotaro’s hand, encouraging him to enter you already or give you some form of stimulation, but your attempts were quickly put to a stop by his unoccupied hand that had shot up to pin your hips down with an immense amount of force. You whimper and look at him, pouting. His stoic expression returned and he slowly pressed a finger into you, as well as starting to rub circles on your clit.

“Please, Dr. Kujo~” you moan out, desperately trying to rut against his hand, but your movement being stopped because of his hand holding you down. He raised both of his eyebrows at you out of sheer interest. “Please what, Ms. [Last Name]? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. We only have so much time before Jolyne returns, yes?”

You bite your lip and nod. “I- I, uh..”

He hums expectantly, waiting for your incoming request.

“I want you to fuck me, Jotaro. I want you to fuck my brains out.”

Groaning, he withdrew his hand from your core and reached over his nightstand to grab a foil sealed packet. Ripping it open, he rolled the condom down onto himself and sat down, patting his thigh to signal for you to crawl and sit on his lap.

You crawled over and straddled him, hovering over his throbbing member. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped an arm around his neck, using your other hand to guide his cock into you, lost in the feeling of him stretching you out, obsessed with the feeling of every inch entering you.

Slowly, Jotaro began bouncing you up and down on his shaft, his grunts and growls traveling straight into your ear and down to the coil you felt forming in your stomach.

You heard him growl into your ear, mumbling something about how tight and good you felt and how you were doing such a good job for him. You felt butterflies form in your stomach because of the man's words; the cold and inexpressive man, now complimenting you and your body while performing the most intimate act man could engage in.

“Oh my god, J-Jotaro... I’m- ah,” you squabble our just barely, the pleasure coursing throughout your body clouding your senses. He nods into your shoulder and pulls you up and off of him with ease, bending you over the edge of the bed and ramming back into you, no mercy being given.

“Jotaro, AH!”

Your scream set him off, even more, Jotaro now going feral and causing him to push your upper half into the mattress and he buried himself inside of you, time and time again, panting and grunting in your ear. You’re sent over the edge, that coil you felt in your stomach coming undone as you call out his name, clenching around his length, buried as so deep inside of you, you could swear you could see it in your stomach. He let out an animalistic moan, soon stopping short as he spilled himself into the condom, still buried deep inside of you.

He peeled himself away from your body and out of you, taking off the condom and tying it up and into a not to throw away.

“Hey,” he said as he turned around to see why you didn’t respond to his call, only to find you sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep. He really did fuck your brains out, after all.

“Good grief,” he said to himself as he went into your bathroom, getting a towel and a damp cloth to wipe yourselves down. He cleaned you up and dressed you in the pajamas you’d brought with you to stay the night, as well as the extra pair of underwear you packed and picked you up, carrying you to Jolyne’s room to rest. He was really attempting to make this look as inconspicuous as possible.

Did you two really need to run the risk of your best friend, which was his daughter, finding out you just got you back blown out by her dad?

Didn’t think so.

Leaving Jolyne’s room, he walked downstairs to retrieve his belts, as well as your shirt and bra he’d discarded and thrown to different spots all around the room.

The clock read 9:27. Jolyne has been gone for almost an hour. Surely she was on her way her home now.

Jotaro sighed and quickly buttoned his pants back up, throwing his belts around his neck. He went to the laundry room to throw your clothes in the wash and did one last survey of the house to make sure you wouldn’t be busted by Jolyne when she got back. After everything was settled and you were all clear, Jotaro let out a content sigh and went upstairs to take a shower, only to ultimately go back to his office where it all started.

“She doesn’t need to know.”

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