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just thought "he should be at the club" about one of my characters. girl he should NOT be at the club he'd hate it even though he'd want to like it.
#nate#i'm trying to get into the habit of having oc tags#he HAS tried to be fair. nate has probably tried to go to the club#i'm sure it didn't go well#i should think about him going to the club i think he'd make out with a guy because he thinks that's what he'll enjoy#but he ends up freezing in panic#(he's gay but also has undiagnosed autism and an incurable feeling of alienation)#(he thinks he'll like hooking up with people because he doesn't often get a chance to do it. but it never feels quite right.)#this has been oc hour. well. nate minute#persimmon's rambles#he ends up freezing in panic a lot#fight or flight more like freeze or fight (he always either freezes or fights)
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hi hello i was thinking abt it bc of ur posts on vani and ven recently. what are ur thoughts on what bits of feelings vanitas gets from ventus. i am. curious tm
hello. you are in so much luck because Iâve been thinking about them somehow even more bc I just received a zine and also get to see them soon again with my friend. Hi. Hello
i tend to think it works like a sieve. Vaniâs heart isnât healed over, so it thinks it should still be getting feelings from the other part of it, which it does if theyâre strong enough. He can get REALLY specific with them too â Venâs happy because Terra gave him a strawberry tart. Venâs relieved because he had previously been nervous but Aqua told him a story so everything is fine. â but he only ever gets the good feelings consistently (because thatâs what heâs missing), and only gets the bad feelings if they overflow. At which point it kind of becomes dangerous for the both of them because they can get caught in a feedback loop of negativity and push it way worse than it needs to/they originally wanted to be and overstimulate each other just on pure Feels Angry or Feels Bad. Because!! Also! Ven can feel what vanitas does Only if it overflows from his side, only if theyâre close proximity, and only the really nasty feelings. Most of them slough off into unversed or chimera unversed so this rarely ever happens, and it only becomes a problem when theyâre too close and too busy and too upset. Like their boss fight. u could probably feel the nasty energy radiating off them
anyways I was getting off track vani can feel positive emotions from ven a lot and he can only really understand them when theyâre happening and he ceases to really get it once they leave. His negativity reacts to venâs positivity like fire and wood. Itâs like depression+sisyphusâ eldritch madness. yaaaaay. Like this
Vanitas genuinely hates him. For a lot of reasons not the least of which is it hurts him to keep being taunted and never given the reward. but in those moments of feeling happiness maybe he can pretend the feelings are his and cherish them for a momentâŠ
#ven is burning him. he hates it#heâs got four years of bitterness pent up and released into monsters#his heart WANTS those feelings but it canât hold on to them#likewise venâs healing heart had a really hard time holding on to negativity. It makes him sweet but too passive#habits stick even if he isnât instinctively driven to be detached and obedient anymore#LIKEWISE LIKEWISE!!! Vani should be allowed a full heart even if itâs pretty dark in there#because even a fully dark heart can experience the full range of emotions. They do get twisted but#anyways. Is late#ask#anon#oogh itâs really late. Iâm scheduling this#kh#if they end up in a feedback loop and donât consciously calm down it triggers rejection responses in both of em#meaning vani gets sick until he can get rid of all this excess unversed ingredience and ven gets panic attack/meltdown symptoms#they just freeze like oop. too far. BUT THEYâRE PROBABLY STILL ANGRY AT EACH OTHER SO THEYâRE STUPID AND SNAPPY#ven has to ride the feeling out entirely and vani tends to get rid of the whole thing thru 20 unversed so he feels Nothing for a bit
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â summary: when you transferred to U.A., you didn't anticipate slipping on a pair of chopsticks in the middle of the crowded cafeteria during your first week. however, what was more surprising was the unexpected fall for the boy who gracefully caught you.
â pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader
â genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers
â word count: 13.1k
â warnings & tags: sfw, female pronouns are used, usage of y/n l/n, Class 1-A are now third-year students aka 18+, swearing, the usual U.A. chaos, reader has a Quirk, misunderstandings, some training violence, minor injuries, mentions and discussions of insecurities, aizawa briefly belittles the reader as a form of motivation, beginnings of a panic attack but it's cut short, there is one instance of the reader appearing to be âflushedâ in regards to a fever, since this is my first bnha fic some characters might be ooc? | please kindly let me know if I missed any tags!
â author's note: AHHHH HERE IT IS! I've been working on this for almost a year now and I am so excited to finally share it with all of you. Honestly, I didn't think I would ever finish this story, but I kept slowly chipping away at it thanks in part to the encouragement from @andypantsx3, @missrosegold, and @getstarried. Special thanks to @pikatsum for beta-reading this for me! Thank you girls. This is for youđ«¶đ»
The cafeteria at U.A. High School was a pretty chaotic environment, you quickly learned within your first week after transferring from another Hero Course in the countryside. There were multiple things that could and would happen after the famous students had gotten some much-needed nutrients in their systems.
It was only three days into the school year and nothing had happened just yet, but in the U.A. world, that something was overdue.
The first chaotic event of the year that everyone had been anxiouslyâor in some cases, excitinglyâwaiting for happened on Thursday.
The day started off average; you got to school with three minutes to spare, which was a new record, but you had forgotten your pencil pouch in your dorm room, so you had to borrow some pencils from a girl who sat in front of you; Mina Ashido.
âThank you,â you whispered as you took the pastel pink utensil from her. There was even a cute little fluffy puffball at the end in exchange for an eraser. Good thing you had an eraser in your bag.
âNo problem! I gotcha!â She physically lit up and gave you a bright smile before turning back to focus on the blackboard.
You somehow managed to get through your morning classes running on the four hours of sleep you got the night before. You were cutting it quite close to passing out at your desk during calculus class, but you were saved by the lunch bell.
As soon as you stepped foot into the hallway, you were wrapped up in the faint, delicious scent of your favorite food coming from the cafeteria. Your mouth instantly watered, and you made a mad dash for the source of the delicious scent.
âHey!â a sharp voice made you freeze in your steps. You glanced over your shoulder to find Tenya Iida, Class 3-Aâs representative, glaring at you. The light reflecting off his glasses made him appear more threatening than he really was, but regardless, you still found yourself shying away from his harsh glare and rapid-moving hands. As they passed by, some students gave you apologetic smiles while others were not shy about openly staring at the scene before them, wondering what you possibly could have done to induce the wrath of the student representative. âThere is to be no running in the halls!â You cowered some more at his brisk and overly formal tone.
Geez, what a stuck-up, you thought to yourself.
âMy apologies, Iida.â You respond with a bow. He accepted your apology with a curt nod before he continued on his way to the cafeteria.
You waited for him to pass before rising from your bow. âWow, he makes it feel like I broke the law or something.â You mused aloud.
âDonât take it personally,â a comforting voice said from behind you. You turned to find Momo Yaoyorozu, Ochako Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui standing before you. Ochako gave you a slight wave in greeting. âIida can be quite demanding,â Yaoyorozu reassured you.
âThank you.â
Tsuyu regarded you with gentle onyx eyes. âItâs L/N, right?â
You smiled, happy that she remembered your name from roll call. âY-yeah! Iâm Y/N L/N.â You introduced yourself. âI, um, already know who you guys are.â You suddenly felt shy, and you bashfully rubbed the back of your neck out of nervous habit.
Before your transfer was finalized, you did extensive research into your future schoolâs history and future classmates. Thankfullyâor unfortunately, depending on how you look at itâa lot of information is public knowledge; the various attacks on the school in the year leading up to and the conclusion of the War between the Paranormal Liberation Front and the Heroes, not to mention the various televised sports festivals, and the fact that the members of Class 1-A are practically household names even before their graduation.
The girls invited you to sit with them in the cafeteria. You had been keeping to yourself the first few days of school, choosing to observe from afar the already established social circles and friend groups. You had waited for an invitation to join one of said groups, and here was your opportunity.
The four of you made small talk as you made your way through the lunch line and to the table. Right away, Asui told you to call her by her given name. You told them about your life growing up in the countrysideâwith you and Uraraka bonding over your shared reason for becoming Pro Heroesâabout the friends you had, embarrassingly funny stories from your junior high days, and eventually what led you to transfer to U.A.
âWell, this is the best Hero Course in the country!â you all laughed. âBut to be frank, the only teacher at my old academy who could handle my Quirk retired, and none of the other academies within the prefecture had the resources to help me advance. Plus, my mentor is an U.A. alumnus, so naturally, the only other choice was U.A.â
Yaoyorozu hummed. âIt is a shame about your mentor retiring, but that is what led you to transfer to U.A., and for that, I am grateful.â The class vice representative regarded you kindly. âI am a firm believer of things happening for a reason, and your transfer doesnât change that.â
Uraraka nodded her agreement. âMomoâs right. U.A. is a place where anybody can make a difference, and I think you will find success here.â
You were rendered speechless. The tips of your ears turned red as your classmates regarded you with so much hope and sincerity in their eyes. âUh . . . I,â you bashfully scratched the back of your head. Not knowing how to respond, you instead reached for the small bottle of milk on your lunch tray and brought it to your lips.
However, before you could take a sip, a BOOM erupted from the front of the cafeteria, accompanied by a gruff voice yelling, âDonât walk in front of me, Icy-Hot!â You reflexively jolted at the loud noises and lost your grip on the glass, spilling the half-full bottle all over the front of your uniform.
âShit,â you exclaimed as you instinctually rose from your seat, only to quickly sit down again when the liquid started to fall to the floor. The girls gasped and were quick to hand you all the napkins in the vicinity.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â Asui asked as she watched you pat down your sodden skirt.
âYeah, Iâm okay.â You waved off her concern as you continued to wipe away the remaining liquid. The napkins managed to soak up most of it, but your skirt was still damp. If you didnât change skirts, you were going to smell of milk for the rest of the day, and you didnât want to start off the school year with a reputation for smelling vile. âIâm going to go back to the dorm really quickly and change into a clean uniform. Please let Mr. Snipe know that I will be late for class.â
âDo you want us to accompany you?â Yaoyorozu asked. She began to rise from her seat, but you stopped her.
âNo, no. Iâm okay, really.â You gave her what you hoped to be a reassuring grin instead of a grimace. âThank you for offering, Yaoyorozu, but Iâll be fine.â Before your classmates could respond, you stood from the table and made your way to the exit.
Great, this is just great, you thought as you walked, not really paying attention to where you were going. As soon as I make some friends, I make a fool of myself.
Unbeknownst to you, there was an obstacle in the aisle directly ahead. You were too distracted by your growing inner turmoil to notice the pair of metal chopsticks lying on the ground before you until your foot made contact and slipped out from under you.
It all happened so fast that you couldnât even react.
Time froze as you became weightless, and you felt your body become briefly suspended in the air. Before you could react and rotate your body to prevent yourself from violently banging your head on the tiled floor, gravity took hold and yanked you back down toward the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness your classmatesâ reactions to your misfortune.
Great, now Iâm gonna embarrass myself in front of the entire school. Fuck you, chopsticks.
You prepared yourself for the pain of hitting the hard floor but were shocked when you were suddenly wrapped in a chilled warmth. You did slam into a hard surface, but this didnât feel like the cold tile you expected.
âAre you all right?â a voice asked from above. You opened your eyes, only to find yourself captivated by a beautiful graphite and turquoise gaze. Your mouth opened to respond to the inquiry, but you couldnât speak. This strange yet calming gaze hypnotized you, causing the rest of the world to fade into a buzzing silence. You watched as the perfect eyebrows of the owner of those magical eyes furrowed downward at your prolonged silence, the action momentarily drawing your attention.
With your attention span no longer zeroed in on the heterochromatic gaze, the world around you suddenly slammed back into your senses at full force. The volume of your fellow classmatesâ conversations was deafening at first, but your ears grew accustomed once again to zone them out and focus on the person before you.
It took about thirty seconds for the entirety of your current predicament to register within your brain.
You were hanging about ten centimeters off the ground. The only thing keeping you upright and injury-free was Shouto Todorokiâs firm grip on your wrist.
âUm, hello?â the dual-haired teenager once again drew your attention to him. His grip slightly tightened before he tugged you up onto your feet.
âI think you broke her, Icy-Hot.â A rough voice drawled from your peripheral.
The intrusion of the other voice is what finally brought you out of your stunned silence. âNo, Iâm okay. Not broken.â
âDid you hit your head?â Todoroki inquired. He steadied you on your feet but didnât release your wrist from his hold. Katsuki Bakugou was standing off to the side, trying to appear like he wasnât involved with either one of you.
âI-I donât think so.â As you reached down to brush yourself off, you caught a whiff of the unflattering scent of old milk emitting from your clothes. You held back your gag and turned to face Todoroki and Bakugou. âIâm sorry to rush, but I really do need to go.â You gave a quick bow. âThank you for catching me, Todoroki. Bye!â
The two boys watched you sprint away like a bat out of hell. âTâfuck is her problem,â Bakugou muttered. âFuckinâ extra makinâ me late for lunch.â
Todoroki didnât respond to his classmateâs remarks. His lips pursed together as he watched you nearly run into a couple of first years before you disappeared around a corner, out of sight.
âDonâ even think âbout it, Icy-Hot.â Bakugou drawled from beside him. Todoroki cocked an eyebrow, the only sign of emotion on his otherwise indifferent expression. âGettinâ involved with âhat extra will ruin your precious bloodline.â
You tried to forget about the cafeteria incident, but the embarrassing ordeal refused to secede from the forefront of your mind. As you lay in bed that night, your thoughts ran a hundred kilometers a minute, antagonizing and overanalyzing every second of what had happened.
As the night dragged on, your thoughts shifted from the overall event to one single individual: Shouto Todoroki. You knew who he was, of course. You didnât grow up underneath a rock. Yet, you werenât prepared for how much more handsome he was in person than on the news or in photos.
You overanalyzed everything he did in the brief two minutes you were blessed to be in his company, every word he said, and every brief flash of emotion that showed in his heterochromatic eyes. Todoroki had tried to approach you after training in Ground Beta once you had returned from the dorms, but you avoided him, not wanting to face him again so soon after the embarrassing first meeting.
By Sunday, you had begun to forget about your embarrassing cafeteria incident. Your newfound friends didnât bring up the spilled milk, and thankfully, they didnât see you slip on the chopsticks and fall into Shouto Todorokiâs muscular arms. You breathed a sigh of relief when you found out that last part. You didnât want them to think you were a total klutz.
Todoroki may think otherwise.
As you were rounding the corner to walk back up the stairs to head back to your dorm room, Todoroki happened to be walking down. You both turned at the same time and walked straight into each other.
He wasnât fazed by the sudden collision; however, you were taken completely off guard. No matter how strong you may be, suddenly walking into about a hundred kilos of pure muscle would make anyone stumble. While he remained steadily standing, you, on the other hand, fell back onto your ass.
It took about three seconds for the two of you to comprehend what the hell had just happened. You groaned out when pain flashed across your backside.
âMy apologies, I did not see you.â Todoroki said as he offered you a hand. You begrudgingly accepted his assistance, face heating as your super handsome classmate helped you to your feet for the second time in a week.
âThank you,â you bowed your head to him. You brushed away some dust from your sweatpants, finding yourself too shy to look back up.
You felt a firm, yet gentle hand land on your shoulder. You jerked your head upwards to meet Todorokiâs captivating gaze. âAre you injured?â His heterochromatic eyes searched you for any injury, and they glimmered with relief when he found none.
âNo, Iâm okay,â you reassured the male. âI may be a little bruised in the morning, but I will be fine.â Not to mention my bruised ego.
Todoroki hummed in acknowledgment, his hand still resting on your shoulder. His eyes were hyper-fixated on you, leaving you to feel bare under his intense gaze.
You shifted your weight back and forth as the silence between you dragged on for a couple more seconds. âUm, Iââ You cleared your throat. âI should be on my way now. Got things to study, you know.â You told him with an awkward laugh.
You moved to step around him when it became obvious he wasnât going to move. Your movements are what must have shaken him out of his stupor, with him bashfully stepping to the side to allow you access to the stairway.
âRight.â He said as you walked by. âTake care, Y/N.â You startled at his sudden usage of your given name, but nevertheless, you felt oddly relieved. You smiled shyly and bid him goodbye. Nothing else was said between the two of you, but you felt his eyes on you as you walked up the stairs.
I hope he likes cinnamon; you thought as you peered into the oven.
To be fair, you should have considered that before laboring for over two hours making kinako cinnamon cookies from scratchâwhich absolutely failed. Therefore, as a last resort, you were forced to run to the store and buy a box mix.
The he in question?
Shouto Todoroki.
It had been several days since your embarrassing first interaction with the dual-haired male and forty-five hours since your second, literal, run-inânot that you were keeping track, of course.
You wanted to do something nice for him as a way to apologize for your newfound clumsiness and thank him for his assistance in both instances. Your calligraphy skills were not . . . up to par, so to say, by any means, so a handmade thank-you card was off the table, and you highly doubt Todoroki was a flower guy. Not to mention his affluent background, so buying him a gift or offering to take him out to dinner was nullâand way too straightforward for two people who were barely even acquaintances.
Therefore, you were left with only one option: homemade cookies.
Besides, all the old aunties back home always said the quickest way to win anyone over was through food.
âOoooh, something smells amazing!â someone exclaimed from the stairway. Smiling slyly to yourself, you turned away from the oven to the new arrival.
You hadnât interacted much with Rikido Sato save for the casual good morning greetings and thanking him for the delicious red velvet cupcake he baked for you as a welcoming gift to U.A.
âThanks,â you said, grinning at the male.
The combined low mutterings of more approaching classmates brought your and Satoâs attention to the doorway where Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Hanta Sero were entering the dorm.
âWoah something smells fantastic!â Kaminari said, gazing into the kitchen in hopes of spotting the source of the delicious scent.
âYeah, it does!â Kirishima agreed.
âOh my gosh, what is it?â Ashido asked as she walked over. Her eyes lit up when she spotted you. âL/N! Did you make something?â
âI did.â You confirmed with a slight nod. âIâm making kinako cinnamon cookies.â
âOooooh, yummy!â the pinkette exclaimed as she bounced over to peer into the oven. Your other classmates quickly joined her, all of them staring into the soft, golden light of the oven with stars in their eyes.
âThey look so good!â Kaminari was practically drooling at the tawny treats. At that moment, the timer went off with a soft ting! You politely shooed your classmates back as you pulled a hand towel over your hands.
âStep back, everyone,â you warned as you opened the oven door. âTheyâre going to be hot.â You carefully reached in and grabbed the cooking tray, cautiously sliding it off the rack and fully into your cloth-covered hands. Despite taking precautions, you hissed as the hot aluminum seeped through the towel and made contact with your flesh. As quickly as you could without dropping the pan of cookies, you turned and set it down on the kitchen island.
âThese look delicious!â
âWoah, man, they look amazing!â
âI bet they taste as scrumptious as they loââ
You zoned out the boysâ compliments as you moved to the sink and turned on the tap.
âL/N, are you okay?â Ashido asked as she followed you. Her question caught the other's attention, and they, too, turned to watch you quizzingly.
âYes, Iâm fine.â Your response ended with a wince as your skin made contact with the cool water.
âHere, let me see,â Ashido gestured to your hand. With your permission, she took your wrist with gentle fingers and held it up for you both to inspect. Your skin was reddened slightly, but it wasnât anything serious. You let out a sigh of relief. âItâs not serious, thankfully, but we should still put some burn cream on it just in case,â Ashido advised as she turned off the tap.
You nodded your head again and followed the pink-haired girl as she went to retrieve the first-aid kit. Before you walked too far from the kitchen, you shouted over your shoulder to your classmates, âPlease donât eat the cookies, boys! They are still hot and are for someone special!â
There was a noticeable delay in response to your warning. After a pregnant pause, there was a muffled, âokamph!â in response. You were about to turn around and make sure that they werenât eating your treats, but Ashido calling your name changed your plans.
âLetâs fix you up, yeah?â She said as you both entered the girls' bathroom. Ashido gestured for you to sit on the counter while she dug through the first-aid kit for burn cream.
âThank you, Ashido,â you said a few moments later as she lightly applied the cream to the worst of the reddening. Your skin wasnât blistering, which was a good sign, but it was beginning to ache.
âNo problem,â she replied. She began to gently rub the cream into your skin, mindful of the sore spots. She beamed at you as she said, âAnd you can just call me Mina. We are friends!â
You smiled at her. âOkay, Mina.â The two of you were silent for a couple of minutes as Mina continued to dress your burns.
âSo,â she started, breaking the silence. âWho did you make the cookies for?â
You sharply inhaled. âW-what? What do you mean?â You tried to play it off by playing dumb, but Mina gave you an are you kidding me look.
âDonât play that game with me, girl.â She scolded you. âSo, tell me, who is this âspecial someoneâ?â
You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your shoulders in defeat. âOne of our classmates. . .â You trailed off, turning away from the pinkette, and absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around your finger.
Minaâs eyes lit up and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. âOh my God, seriously?!?â She squealed. You turned to face her again. âGirl, you absolutely gotta tell me! Who is it?!â She went to grab ahold of your hands but stopped herself when she remembered your injury. âSorry.â
âItâs okay.â You said. âBut, um, Iââ You hesitated, searching for the right words, but you couldnât find them. âIâm sorry, but I canât.â You said, barely above a whisper, turning away from your classmate once more in embarrassment.
Mina leaned back, taken by surprise by your change of tone. She studied you for a few seconds, her expression falling when she saw the look on your face; the clenching of your jaw.
âItâs okay, girl,â she reassured you. She set the roll of bandages down on the counter as she finished wrapping your hand. âYou donât have to tell me who your crush is if you donât want to.â
You whipped back around to face her, eyes wide. âC-crush?!â you stammered out. âW-what?! I donât have a crush! I never said I did.â you explained.
âYeah, sure,â Mina smirked at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âYou wouldnât of baked cookies for them if you didnât like them.â
âUm, because Iâm nice?â you asked with a lilt in your voice. Mina does have a point, though, you thought.
Mina laughed. âYeah, sure. Letâs go with that.â
A couple of minutes later, you and the pinkette exited the bathroom, laughing over something Mina had said. Your hand had been expertly wrapped and treated with some burn cream. Your injury didnât even hurt anymore, but you were still going to check in tomorrow with Recovery Girl as a precaution.
As you rounded the corner to go back into the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes fell to the now-empty pan where twenty cookies sat not even ten minutes ago. Mina stopped next to you, and you could see her giving you a questionable look, but you didnâtâcouldnâtâacknowledge her. You just stared blankly at the pan, trying to process what you were seeing.
What the hell? you thought.
âAh, man,â a voice drawled out. You slowly turned towards the source; Denki Kaminari. He was lounging against the counter as he rubbed his stomach for emphasis. âThose cinnamon kinako cookies were delicious!â Your brain blanked out when you heard that, the organ pathetically trying to comprehend and respond to the current situation.
âYouâre telling me!â Kirishima piped up from beside the blond. Sero and Sato voiced their agreement from where they were seated on the couches. âThey really hit the spot after the day I had.â The redhead noticed you and Mina. âHey, guys, welcome back!â he greeted with a wave, a broad smile overtaking his features. âHowâs your hand?â
You did not formulate an answer right away, your brain still processing the crumbled remains of your cookies. Your delay didnât go unnoticed by the others, but before they could question it, Mina came to your rescue.
âItâs okay! Y/N is alright, nothing major.â She informed them. Kirishimaâs gaze left you to focus on the pinkette by your side, but Kaminariâs remained transfixed on your blank expression.
âOh, well, thatâs great to hear! I was worriedââ
âBut you should be ashamed!â Mina cut the redhead off, tone sharp as a blade. âAll of you.â
âWhatâ?â
âMina, whyâ?â
Kirishima and Kaminari spoke at once, their voices clashing, but the pinkette interrupted them once more.
âY/N didnât make those cookies for you.â She said. âShe made them for someone special, yet you guys ate them even after she told you not to.â She just about bit the last part out. The boys gaped at Mina, her scolding catching them by surprise.
âIs that true?â Sato asked, rising from the couch to approach you. Everyone fixated their attention on you, waiting for a response.
You hesitated at the sudden limelight, and also in shyness. When you originally set out to bake the kinako cookies for Todoroki, you didnât expect them to 1.) burn your hand and 2.) for them to be eaten by others. Even though you were upset, you didnât want the others to be ashamed or scolded. But they did eat them after I told them not to, you thought, pondering your next move.
After a few moments, you squared your shoulders and steadily said, âYes. I . . . made them for somebody.â At your words, the roomâs atmosphere soured. The boysâ shoulders slumped as they realized their mistake.
âShoot, L/N, Iâm sorry,â Kaminari said, stepping forward to gently grab your uninjured hand and bow.
âYeah,â Kirishima added, scratching the back of his neck and looking away slightly. âThat wasnât really manly of us.â
âYeah, sorry,â Sero intoned, looking sheepish.
Sato came to stand in front of you next to Kaminari, who still had a gentle hold of your hand. âIâll be more than happy to remake the cookies for you.â He said. âIf you want that, of course.â
You smiled, though it was closed-lipped. âThank you, Sato, but not today.â He bowed his head.
Suddenly, the front doors slammed open, startling the six of you. You all watched, shell-shackedâyou did, at leastâas a fuming Bakugou stepped inside, loudly exclaiming, âI had âhat dumbass villain handled! Damn Sidekick extra jusâ had to step ân andââ He noticed your little group gaping at him. âThe hell âre ya fools lookinâ at?â As the words left his mouth, the other two members of the infamous U.A. trio entered as well.
âKacchan,â Izuku Midoriya said, trying to placate the explosive male. âHe was just trying to . . .â The rest of his sentence fizzled into the background as the entirety of your attention span landed on Shouto Todoroki.
It had already been well-established that the youngest Todoroki son was even more handsome in person, but seeing him in his Hero costume did things to you. Your mouth almost dropped open to gawk at his god-like appearance, but you clenched your jaw tightly shut to avoid that catastrophe. Despite that, you were pretty positive your eyes were as wide as saucers, greedily taking every inch of him in as if it were the last time you would see him.
I should sue him for the cost of my medical bills when I develop heart palpitations, you thought.
âShut the hell up, ya stupid nerd.â Bakugou snapped at a sputtering Midoriya, drawing your attention once more. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
âIs he always this angry?â you asked under your breath; half-serious, half-rhetorical.
âOh, yeah,â Mina confirmed, voice just as low.
Sero snickered from his post next to Sato. âYou get used to it after a while,â he reassured you.
One of Kirishimaâs blinding smiles makes its appearance once again. âKatsukiâs always been passionate about, well, everything.â He told you, not bothering to lower his voice. âItâs who he is. We love him regardless.â
Sato chimed in with, âPlatonically.â The boys snickered and Mina rolled her eyes, yet there was a small smile playing on her lips.
âEven though his sour attitude can be harsh and lowkey over the top,â Kaminari began, eyes shining with mischief. âIt sure makes him fun to mess with!â Your companions groaned in exasperation and started to voice their reservations.
âNo, Denki. Leave him beââ Mina urged him.
âAwe, come on, man. Donâtââ
âHeyy~ Katsuki,â Kaminari crooned, rocking back on his heels as the pale blondâs attention zeroed in on him. Kirishima and Sato facepalmed. âWhy have trouble catching a âdumbass villainâ?â he teased. âBad day? Your head not in the game?â The hair on your arms rose to attention as an electric charge swept the room, putting everyone on edge. Kaminariâs baiting also drew the attention of the explosive maleâs companions. Your eyes briefly met captivating graphite and turquoise, eliciting a sharp gasp to leave your lungs.
âYouâre gonna regret the day you were born, dumbass!â Bakugou bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at the electric blond, snapping your attention from the hypnotizing gaze. You fully expected him to charge the male, already taking a cautionary step back, but instead of explosions ripping apart the building, Bakugou grunted and moved towards the showers.
Mina turned to the blond and shouted, âNow why did you do that, Denki? You know better than to rile Katsuki up like that!â
Kirishima dragged a large hand down his face before running it through his unruly red locks. âIâll go check on him,â he announced before jogging after the sandy-blond. You were at a loss for words as you continued to watch your classmates scold a shit-grinning Kaminari, not even the tiniest bit remorseful for his teasing of Bakugou.
âPlease donât take Kacchanâs rashness to heart.â A new voice piped up. You turned to meet the electric green gaze of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the new generationâs proclaimed Symbol of Peace. âIâm s-sorry, I donât think we have properly met. Iâve been in and out of campus latelyâwith missions and such.â He practically skipped over to stand in front of you. He smiled brightly as he gently took your hands in his large, calloused ones. âIâm Izuku Midoriya. Iâm so happy you are here at U.A.!â he excitedly exclaimed, lightly squeezing your entwined hands. You couldnât hide your wince and small gasp of pain as Midoriya unknowingly squeezed your burns. The green-haired male let go of your hands so fast as if he was the one burned instead of you, eyes growing wide. âOh my gosh, are you okay?!â he asked, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around your hand. Midoriyaâs frenzy caught the other's attention, and all eyes were on you yet again.
The tips of your ears grew hot at the unwavering attention from the Heroes-in-trainingâespecially from a certain icy-hot male who made your heart falter in its beating. âY-yeah, Iâm f-fine.â You stuttered as you met each of your classmate's gazes, trying to reassure them of your stability.
âWhat happened?â Todoroki inquired, eyes hawkishly zeroed in on your face.
âU-um, well . . .â you trailed off, words fading from your brain as you slightly cowered under his unwavering attention. âIââ
âShe burned herself while baking kinako cookies,â Sero spoke for you, having caught onto your growing anxiousness. You didnât miss Todorokiâs eyes narrowing at the black-haired maleâs words. Sato and Kaminari made noises of agreement, the blond absentmindedly rubbing his stomach in content.
Midoriyaâs eyes shined. âReally? You did?!â He looked behind you to the kitchen, eyes searching for the aforementioned treats. âWhere are they?â he asked when he didnât spot any, only a plate littered with crumbs. He turned his attention back to you. You opened your mouth to answer, but a wave of shame overcame you as your eyes once again met those of the one you had made the cookies for.
Mina noticed your hesitation, giving you a knowing look as she answered for you. âThe three idiots to your left ate them all,â she said with a little bite to her words, glaring daggers at the culprits. âAfter they were specifically told not to.â She reaffirmed. The boys shuddered at the reminder of their disobedience. The pinkette turned her attention back to the green-haired and dual-haired males. âI patched her up, though. The burns are minor.â
Midoriya nodded his head in understanding. âYou should still see Recovery Girl,â he instructed, unashamedly expressing his concern for someone he had just properly met. âAt least let her take a look at it.â
âIâm going to stop by to see her in the morning,â you reassured him, words coming back now that your mind was a little clear. His shoulders slumped in relief.
âYou should rest, Y/N.â Todorokiâs searing gaze trailed over your form, calculating eyes searching for any additional outward signs of injury or discomfort. âAfter suffering an injury, no matter how insignificant, rest is important.â He softly chided.
âR-right.â You stammered out, at a loss for how else to respond to your handsome classmate's concern other than compliance. A wave of exhaustion washed over you at that moment. Your feet stumbled as you became lightheaded for a split second. You noticed the dual-haired male take a step towards you, catching onto your sudden exhaustion, but you quickly rightened yourself. âThank you, Todoroki.â Youâre not exactly sure why you thanked him, or what for. His concern, perhaps? He subtly nodded as you turned from the small group, breathlessly mumbling some sort of farewell and something about retiring to your room for the rest of the day.
The others muttered their goodbyes as you made your way to the stairwell.
As you walked up the stairs, head hung low, your throat began to burn and your vision began to blur with tears. The first one fell when you reached your floor, quickly followed by a couple more. You wiped them away, sniffing, as you made your way to your door. You didnât react to the sudden presence next to you and the weight draped around your shoulders.
Mina didnât say anything, only traced comforting circles into your back as tears flowed freely down your cheeks.
The next day, you and your classmates were gathered outside Gym Gamma for an impromptu training session. You were surprised that Class 3-A still regularly trained together, but in your defense, that assumption came from someone who didnât have many options when it came to sparing partners up until your transferâa major shortcoming in retrospect.
âToday we are working on âlast standâ combat.â Mr. Aizawa drawled in his natural I Donât Give A Fuck tone. âClose-quarter combat in which a violent assailant has obtained the upper hand and corners you in an attempt to defeat you.â He proceeded to explain the instructions of the training exercise and pair the students into groups of four who would take turns being the Heroes and the assailants.
âMidoriya will be with Jirou.â Mr. Aizawa intoned, briefly glancing at the two students to confirm they heard. âTodoroki will be with L/N.â Your muscles stiffened when you heard that. Your heart began to race as you watched the red-and-white-haired male make his way over to you.
âH-hi,â you greeted him, giving a soft smile.
âHello,â he said, politely inclining his head. âI look forward to working with you.â
âSame here.â You said before facing forward once more as the first group began their round. You and Todoroki observed the match in silence, with you paying extra attention to your classmatesâ movements and taking mental notes of how they incorporated their Quirks into hand-to-hand combat.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew your attention. Expecting the new additions to be Ochako and Asui, you turned to greet them with a warm smile but paused when instead of your friends, Midoriya and Kyoka Jirou were standing next to you, both with warm expressions on their faces.
âHi!â Midoriya greeted with a wide smile and a small wave. âIâm excited for this training exercise! Itâs going to be so cool to see everyoneâs improvement with hand-to-hand combat over the break! And any new moves! Or Quirk Awakenings! Orââ You had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying as it turned into a stuttering rant as he went on about each individualâs Quirk.
The rumors were true regarding his ramblings, you mused to yourself, wondering how long he could go on for before a small hand on his shoulder made him take pause.
âMidoriya,â Jirou intoned. âCalm down.â His cheeks flushed a bright red. He began laughing nervously while absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck.
âS-sorry,â he said, shyfully.
âItâs okay,â you reassured him. âI agree with your stance, though. Observing others' skills is an effective way to improve your own. Get an idea or two.â You turned your attention back to the ongoing training, taking mental notes of your classmatesâ fighting stances and their defensive moves, trying to get a better understanding of the why behind them. You pulled a small item from your jacket pocket, absentmindedly rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger. The movement caught Midoriyaâs attention.
âWhat is that?â he asked, green eyes alight with curiosity.
âWhat? This?â You held up your good luck charm; a small, pink parrot keychain from a popular cartoon series you had won years ago at one of your hometownâs summer festivals. It was lucky because at the moment, while little you were trying to win, your Quirk had manifested. âItâs my good luck charm,â you explained the pink parrotâs value to you.
âOh, cool!â Midoriya exclaimed. âYou know, I used to have a good luck charmâit was my super rare exclusive All Might trading card! First edition!â His eyes shined as he reminisced. âI would bring it with me everywhere! Even Kacchanââ
âDeku,â drawled a low voice from the other side of your gathered class. The temperature fell as Bakugouâs vermillion eyes narrowed onto Midoriya. âDonât say another word.â
âHeâs such a fanboy.â Jirou chuckled, fondness seeping into her voice. Midoriya smiled sheepishly, not bothering even to try to deny the label. You spent the time until your groupâs turn getting to know the two, quickly finding out that you and Jirou share the same taste in music; vowing to swap playlists after class. You were so caught up in your conversation that you almost forgot about Todoroki's presence, if not for the awareness of a body next to you. His chilled warmth seeped into your muscles, causing you to relax one moment, and tense up another.
âAre you all right?â he softly inquired, spying your tensed posture.
âYeah, Iâm good.â You replied, softly smiling but it didnât reach your eyes. âJust a lilâ nervous, is all.â
Todoroki frowned slightly, not understanding how you could be experiencing anxiousness. âWhâ?â
âOh yeah!â Midoriya suddenly interjected. âThis is going to be your first time demonstrating your Quirk, huh?â he asked you. âOr at least this is gonna be the first time I will see it. What is it again? Objectânoâum, yeah, anyway I bet it is awesome!â His eyes still shined with his enthusiasm and curiosity. âSometime you gotta let me ask you about it! I have so many! Does it work like Ochakoâs Zero Gravity? Or Yaoyorozuâs Creation?â
You couldnât help but give a small laugh at his eagerness. You had never met someone as enthusiastic about Quirks as Izuku Midoriya. It was kind of refreshing to interact with someone as passionate as he was.
âKind of,â you began, silently pondering over what you know of the brunetteâs Quirk and comparing it to your own. âOchako and I have the same limitations when it comes to the weight of an object, but besides that, our Quirks are different.â Your Quirk was object manipulation; you could telepathically manipulate objects within a certain range. To you, your Quirk wasnât all thatâwasnât anything unique by any meansâbut to others, you were seen as a powerful goddess. âTo be honest, Iâm lacking in hand-to-hand combat skills.â You sheepishly smiled.
âReally?â Midoriya asked, blinking in shock. âI thought your previous school would have prepared you for all types of situations.â Jirou nodded her agreement with the green-haired male. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Shouto continue to observe you with a calculating expression on his face.
âUnfortunately, no.â You shrugged. âTheir curriculum was more focused on improving the individualâs Quirk than learning how to fight without it.â
âOh, wow,â Jirou said. âThat could put you at a great disadvantage down the line.â
You nodded. âYeah, I know. Thatâs whyââ You were cut off by Mr. Aizawa calling for your group to begin your training round. âWelp, this is it, I guess.â You chuckled nervously.
Midoriya gave you a reassuring smile. âYouâll do great!â he said, giving you a thumbs-up accompanied by a warm smile.
âDo your best,â Jirou added before moving towards the training pitch.
You started to follow, but a cool hand on your shoulder made you pause, shivering softly. You turned to find Todoroki giving you an expectant look. âYouâll do fine,â he said, confidently. He looked as if he put his entire faith in you. âIâll be by your side the entire time.â
You felt a surge of confidence fill you at his words. You gave him a determined look. âRight,â you said. âWe got this.â
You swear up and down his eyes twinkled when he looked at you, but it could have been a trick of the light. âYou got this.â He replied, softly. The two of you walked into the pitch together, side by side.
The training went . . . not terrible, but it could have been better on your end.
Todoroki, Midoriya, and Jirou were amazing. Even without using their Quirks, they each were a force to be reckoned with. You were captivated by how swiftly they movedâas if they were ballerinas performing Danse des Petits Cygnes.
You werenât on the same level as them and the rest of Class 3-A. You knew that, and you acknowledged it, but to see and be confronted by it so bluntly in person made you feel a whole other level of embarrassment and shame. You werenât weak by any means, you could hold your own in a fight for some time, but not like your classmates couldâand had.
Perhaps that is what separates you from your classmates. They have battle experience. Hell, they fought in a fucking war for crying out loud while you were on the other side of the country, guarding civilian shelters. You were fortunate not to see much bloodshed, but maybe that brought you to a disadvantage against these future Heroes surrounding you.
The horn had sounded as Jirou pinned you in the dirt for the sixth time, signaling the end of the round. You heard the sounds of Midoriya and Todorokiâs scuffling come to a halt from somewhere off to your left as Jirou lifted herself off of you. She offered you a hand as you began to rise from the ground. You accepted her extended hand with a grimace as the muscles in your back burned.
âNice work.â Mr. Aizawa said as the four of you approached. âYou performed adequately,â he addressed Jirou, Todoroki, and Midoriya. He turned to you. âYou, not so much.â
You flinched as the words landed home. Damn, you thought, but heâs not wrong. You had naively allowed yourself to believe that Eraserhead wouldnât call out your inferiority, at least in front of others. Then again, he was Eraserheadâinfamous for his bluntness and apathy.
âYour skills are greatly lacking in hand-to-hand combat,â he continued. âI havenât seen somebody so physically inadequate since your classmates were first years. Coming from another Hero Course, especially one with its reputation, itâs to be expected that youâre not up to par with your new classmates, but I didnât think it would be this bad.â As he spoke, he never broke eye contact with you, scrutinizing you. Even with one eye, his unrelenting gaze made you feel as if he could see every minuscule detail about you. âBased on the performance I saw today, it was a mistake to put you in this class.â
You heard a gasp from one of your classmates; its owner unknown. You gulped down your shame and remained silent. You had a feeling Aizawa wasnât finished with you.
âFrom here on out, I expect you to train harder and push yourself further than anyone else. Extra training, extra classesâanything that will make you catch up.â His eye narrowed. âIf I do not see substantial improvement in one month, you will be expelled. No exceptions.â
Your eyes widened, but your shock did not stop you from replying. âYes, sir.â You said, keeping your tone neutral as you mulled over his words. Although extreme, I understand the reason for Mr. Aizawaâs methods, you thought. Heâs right though. Iâm far from even scrapping the level these guys are on. I need to be more disciplined and work even harder if I want to stand on equal ground with my classmates. Resolve made, you promised, âI will go Plus Ultra!â
âYaass, Y/N!â Mina cheered. âWoohoo!â
Aizawa didnât say anything else to you, promptly dismissing the class. Midoriya praised your performance and commented on his wish to sit down and talk in-depth with you regarding your Quirk. You promptly accepted his request, telling him you would let him know when you were free. He smiled before walking off to join Iida and Ochako.
âIf it means anything,â a voice suddenly intoned from behind you. You spun around, having not sensed the person's approach. You werenât all that surprised to find Todoroki there, softly regarding you. âI think you did well.â
You scoffed but smiled softly. âThank you, but you donât have to patronize me. I have a lot of work to do if I want to catch up.â
âYou will,â he declared, before quickly clarifying, âCatch up. Especially with my help.â
You furrowed your brows. âExcuse me?â
âShould I repeat myself?â he inquired, his heterochromatic eyes swimming in mirth. âI will assist you in your training and classes.â
You didnât respond right away, regarding him with suspicion. You waited for him to name a condition for his help, but when he offered none, you relaxed. âThank you, Todoroki.â You inclined your head. âI greatly appreciate it.â
âShouto,â he corrected.
You blinked at him, taken aback. âWhat?â
âShouto,â he reiterated. âYou may call me Shouto. We are friends, are we not?â
You gaped at him for a moment, processing his words. âYe-yeah!â you said a little too loudly. âWe are friends, Shouto.â
The small smile that graced his lips lit up your entire world and caused your heart to speed up, pounding almost painfully against your ribcage. âMeet me here tomorrow after class.â He instructed.
âTomorrow.â You repeated in confirmation.
His smile grew a little wider. âSee you then, Y/N.â He said before turning on his heel and strolling away. You watched him go in a daze, in disbelief of what just occurred.
âOooooooo, Y/Nâs gotta date!â
You shrieked at the sudden voice and spun around for a second time to find Mina standing there, hunched over laughing at your reaction.
âMina!â you shrieked, placing a hand over your heart. âYou scared the shit outta me!â
She continued to laugh. âSorry,â she said once her laughter died down. âYou were so entranced with Todoroki that you didnât even realize I was here!â
âOh, yeah right.â You responded, playfully rolling your eyes. The two of you began to walk to the dorm. âI wasnât entranced with him.â
The pinkette gave you a look of disbelief, an eyebrow raised. âYeah, sure,â she retorted. âYou can lie to yourself all you want, but you ainât lying to me.â
You scoffed but didnât attempt to refute her claims. You put your hands in your pockets and looked to the ground, lost in thought. Mina didnât say anything else, allowing you both to walk in silence.
The next afternoon, you met Shouto at the training grounds outside Gym Gamma for your first tutored training session. He regarded you kindly as you slowly approached, suddenly feeling quite bashful.
âThank you for offering to do this, Shouto.â You said when you arrived. âIt really means a lot. I donât know how Iâm going to repay you.â
âThereâs no need for repayment.â He softly responded. âI volunteered to assist you. Therefore, no repayment of any sort is necessary.â
âAre you sure?â you asked. âI donât want to inconvenience youââ
His soft call of your name made your next words die in your throat. âI assure you, this is fine.â He said. âYour company and attention are substantial enough.â You felt your face warm at his admission. Shouto gestured towards the training pit. âShall we begin?â
He started by teaching you some stretches that are supposed to help decrease sudden muscle spasms and strengthen them. Afterward, he had you show him the little knowledge you had of hand-to-hand combat to gain an idea of where you stand in regard to U.A. training. Once you had demonstrated the few kicks and different styles of punching you knew, you turned to judge Shoutoâs impression.
Your breath caught at what you saw.
His handsome features remained stoically blank for the most part, but the pursing of his lips and slight furrowing of his brows spoke a different tale. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like they didnât prepare you at all, but you werenât one hundred percent sure.
âShouto?â you inquired, voice slightly uneven as your mouth formed the syllables of his name. âIs everything alright?â
His beautiful eyes snapped to yours, and once again you were frozen by the intensity with which he looked at you. His gaze was calculating, and you could just about see the cogs turning in his brain as he silently regarded you. A couple long moments later, his lips parted on an exhale and he finally addressed you.
âWe have a lot of work to do.â He declared. âBut we already knew that.â You slowly nodded your head, curious as to where he would be going with this conversation. âThankfully, youâre not completely helpless,â he intoned dryly. âEven though you donât have many skills regarding physical, non-Quirk combat, I have identified several places where we can start, correct, and then build on.â
You steadied yourself, resolve firmer than ever before. You declared, âIâm ready.â
Shouto gave a quick, but detailed, overview of his plans for your âtraining tutoringâ, you referred to your sessions as. He was going to teach you everything he thought you should knowâwhich was everything he knewâin order to successfully become a Hero people could rely on.
The two of you began by improving your physique. You joined him on his early morning run along with Midoriya and Bakugou, who welcomed you with contrasting fervor. When you met for your afternoon training, you would run five kilometers before learning various grades of combat moves, and then concluding your time together by sparring.
It was established early on that neither of you would use your Quirks during your tutoring as the two of you were well-adapted to your respective Quirksâand the strict rules regarding their usage.
For the next several weeks, you worked tirelessly on your training, and your dedication and hard work paid off. At your end-of-the-month assessment, Aizawa was pleased by your rapid and exceptional improvement and announced you could stay at U.A. He also informed you that it was never his intention to expel you in the first place, but nevertheless, he was impressed by your efforts.
You and Shouto continued to grow closer as time went by. You still had your training tutoring sessions in the afternoons, and you became a regular on his early morning runs. You even hung out outside of class and training; preparing pre-workout meals and drinks together, and various study sessions at all hours of the day and night. Once, you even packed him a small canister of his favorite brand of soba noodles for lunch one of the weekends he was interning at his fatherâs Agency. When he came back to the dorm after his shift, he made a beeline for you and promptly informed you that from then on out, you would be solely responsible for packing his lunches.
âNow why would I do that?â you implored. You crossed your arms, awaiting his response. âAre you gonna pay me?â
Shouto slowly blinked at you in the way a cat would. âWhy would I compensate you for an action you chose to do?â
You had no retort for that.
As you spent more time together, you noticed some changes. Shouto would stare at you for seemingly no reason, and whenever you called him out on it, he feigned innocence. He also sought you out more often, insisting on walking to your next class or to and from the dorm by your side. He even began to occupy you on your shopping runs, dutifully holding your bags for you. And whenever you would thank or compliment him, his whole demeanor would light up as if Aphrodite herself had shown favor towards him.
You werenât any better, though.
If Shouto would do so much as even blink in your general direction, your heart would soar and butterflies would take flight in your stomach. At first, you brushed it off as nerves for being the subject of the Shouto Todorokiâs attention, but you were in denial, not wanting to admit what was actually occurring. Looking back, you realized that deep down, you had known all along what was happening, but at the time, you werenât ready to admit itâto yourself and him.
Regardless of your rebuttals and lack of admission, you were falling for your dual-haired classmate, hard and fast, and there wasnât anything you could do about it.
3 months later . . .
âY/N! Itâs starting! Youâre gonna miss it!â Ochako shouted from the couches, the other girls of Class 3-A surrounding her, all dressed in comfortable loungewear. It was the class's annual Girlâs Movie Night, which was held every couple of months. Tooru told you earlier that week that they would like to have it more often, like once a month, but given their hectic and ever-changing schedules, the girls had to settle for every few months. They took turns who got to pick out the movie. It was Minaâs turn this time. True to her nature, she selected an early 2000s chick flick set in the States.
âHold on, wait for me!â you hollered back as you finished pouring the freshly popped popcorn into a large bowl, a few kernels spilling out as you whirled on your heels to sprint into the living area. You nearly tripped over Jirouâs legs as you practically threw yourself towards the last remaining free spot on the couch.
âAh, sorry!â you exclaimed as you settled yourself into the cushions, checking over Jirou and your popcorn bowl. âDid I miss anything?â
âNo, itâs just starting,â Momo said, taking a sip from her cup of tea as the opening credits began to roll.
âOoh, this is one of my all-time favorite movies!â Mina squealed next to you. âHave you ever seen it before?â she asked.
You hummed, acknowledging her question. You thought hard, trying to recall if youâve ever seen the characters on the screen before. âIâm not sure,â you said. âI donât think so.â
The pinkette gasped aloud and theatrically placed a hand on her chest, sprawling backward. âY/N! You wound me!â
Across the room, Tooru piped up from her spot next to Asui. âHow could you not have?! Itâs only one of the greatest movies ever made!â
âOh, Iâm not so sure about that,â Ochako interjected. âGonna have to disagree.â You expected them to start arguing back and forth over what is truly the greatest movie ever made, like your friends back home would have done, but they donât. Mina stuck her tongue out at Ochako before turning back to the movie.
You all watched the movie in relative silence, save for the light background noise of popcorn moving around in a bowl and slurping from a now-empty straw. It was nice, peaceful; a well-deserved and appreciated respite from the grinding hustle of being Pro-Heroes-in-training.
âJust confess already!â Jirou shouted at the screen as the main character allowed another opportunity for them to confess their feelings for their classmate slip through their fingers. âGosh!â A corner of your mouth curled at her irritation. A few grumbles of agreement sounded from the others as the movie continued playing.
You had to stifle your laughter as the main characters continued to pine after one another, completely oblivious to the otherâs growing feelings. I canât believe there are actually people in the world who are like them, you silently mused. Itâs so obvious they like each other. I canât believe they donât see it.
âUgh, the anticipation and pining is killing me!â Tooru cried out, her slippers moving frantically in the air as she kicked her legs.
Asui raised a brow. âI thought youâve seen this movie before?â
âWell, yeah, I have,â the invisible female said. âBut the suspense still gets to me!â
âIt is quite intense.â Ochako agreed. âI hope they confess soon. It hurts to see them think the other doesnât return their feelings.â
âI donât understand how they cannot.â You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. The girls turned to look at you as you continued, âI mean, theyâre so obvious.â
âYeah, itâs kinda annoying at this point,â Jirou mumbled.
Mina snickered. âY/N, as if youâre one to talk.â
You gave her a questioning look, eyebrows furrowing. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âOh, come on. Youâre so obvious, too, with your crushââ
You cut her off, âI do not have a crush.â
âYou have a crush?â Asui asked. You and Mina responded at the same time.
âNo, I donât.â
âYes, she does.â
âWhat is this about?â Momo inquired, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.
âNothiââ you began but was swiftly interrupted by the pinkette next to you.
âY/N has a crush on Todoroki!â
The girls gasped and gapped at you, eyes wide.
âI do not!â You said, face burning as you tried to mitigate the situation. âWeâre not like that!â
âOh my.â You thought you heard Momo say under her breath, but you couldnât really hear since Tooru started shrieking with glee.
âYou guys would be the cutest couple!â she exclaimed, jumping up from her spot on the couch and racing over to pull you into a tight embrace.
âI mean, it does make sense given they spend so much time together.â Ochako mused, a finger on her chin as she considered the situation.
Asui jumped on the bandwagon with, âOh they are definitely into each other.â
âOne hundred percent,â Mina agreed.
âGirl, you gotta spill the tea!â Tooru exclaimed as she pulled away. âTell us everything!â The others voiced their agreement.
âI do admit, I am curious as to how this relationship came to be,â Momo vocalized, setting her tea cup down onto its saucer. âThat is if the two of you have gotten that far into your companionship.â
You blinked at the midnight-black-haired woman, shock clouding your brain for a moment as you processed her words. âUm, n-no. We arenât in any type of r-romantic relationship.â You clarified, but immediately you could tell certain people thought your answer was complete horse poop. âWe arenât!â
âRegardless, you guys are pretty close,â Ochako interjected. âIâve seen the way you look at him.â
Jirou nodded in agreement. âAnd all the extra training you do together.â
âThe early morning runs,â Asui added.
âOkay, okay,â you threw your hands up in a placating manner. âI understand what you guys are trying to get at, but youâre wrong.â
Mina came to stand beside you, giving you a knowing look. âGirl, Y/N,â she began. âYou can try with all your might to deny it, but itâs obvious what is really going on between you and Shouto.â She placed a delicate hand on your shoulder. âAnd I know you know it, too.â
You stared at the pinkette, pondering her and the otherâs words. You wanted to continue denying what they were saying, but you were getting tired of denying your feelings to yourself. You slumped your shoulders, the tension leaving your body as you resolved to come clean with the truthâto yourself and your friends, besides a certain dual-haired male. âAlright, fine.â You let out a heavy sigh, mentally preparing yourself for their reaction to your next statement. âI like him a little.â You confessed, looking at the floor, too afraid to meet any of their gazes.
The room was dead silent for two breaths before Mina erupted in choking laughter. ââA littleâ? Yeah RIGHT!â She laughed so hard that tears began to stream down her pink cheeks. After she managed to calm down a bit, she turned to face you fully, laying a hand on your knee. âGirl, youâre lying to yourself.â She told you, tone light yet serious. âWe have all seen the way you look at Shoutoââ the others nod in confirmation. ââand your eyes tell it all.â
You flinched as embarrassment flooded you. âIs it really that obvious?â you asked. You turned to the others to gauge their reactions. âAm I?â They all nodded.
âDefinitely.â
âFor sure.â
âWe could see it from a mile away.â
You gasped. âOh my,â you covered your face with your hands. âDo you think Shouto knows?â
âI doubt so,â Momo said. âShouto is quite intelligent and a formidable force to be reckoned with, but as Iâm sure youâre aware, his experience and understanding of social concepts and cues are fairly limited.â
âIn other words,â Jirou interjected. âHeâs none the wiser.â
You released a sigh of relief. At least he doesnât think Iâm a psycho stalker or something.
âHey, give him some credit, guys,â Ochako remarked. âTodorokiâs more aware than heâs given credit for.â
âMoving on,â Mina said. âHave you thought about confessing your feelings to him?â
You crossed your arms over your chest, shamefully looking away. âNo. . .â
âWhat?!â
âReally?!â Tooru shouted. âBut heâs so hot!â The sleeves of her shirt crossed in front of her. âI would do anything to be his girlfriend.â
You laughed. âWhile you are correct about his handsomeness, I donât even know where I would begin or how I would confess.â
âYour feelings are valid, Y/N,â Asui assured you. âConfessing oneâs feelings for another is a life-changing occurrence.â
âYou gotta do it before graduation in a couple months, though,â Ochako added. âIf not, then you may never get another chance to do so.â
âWhy do you say that?â you asked. âAs Pros, wouldnât we work together often? Why does it need to be before we graduate and turn Pro?â
âPossibly, but with our chosen line of work, there is always a possibility. . .â she trailed off with a grimace.
You understood immediately. âOh.â
âAlthough rare in the line of duty, it does happen.â Momo said. âI wouldnât worry about that though, but I agree with Ochako.â
âPlus,â Mina began, mischief glowing in her eyes. âIf the two of you get together before you make your Pro Hero debut to the world, you wouldnât have to worry about him falling in love with some random civilian he rescues on the street or another Pro.â
You nodded. âYou have a point.â
âEither way, I think it will all work out in the end,â Ochako said, her cheeks widening with her smile. âI think perhaps Shouto returns your feelings, and just simply doesnât know what to do about them or how to address them, therefore you should tell him.â The other girls voiced their agreement.
âYeah, it doesnât have to be some big romantic gesture or anything,â Jirou said.
âJust be honest with him, Y/N,â Asui said.
âYeah, girl,â Mina added, giving you a warm smile when you met her gaze. âYou got this. Besides, he canât reject you. Youâre too hot for that.â
You squared your shoulders as a burst of confidence filled you thanks to the encouragement you received from your friends. âOkay, I will!â you loudly announced. âI will confess my feelings to him!â
The others cheered as you all held up your lemon water in a faux toast. In your happiness, none of you noticed the shadows shift in the stairwell and the soft noise of retreating footsteps on the wood.
You were screwed.
âHow am I gonna tell him!?â you mewled aloud a couple of days later in the cafeteria. You dramatically slumped your forehead on the tabletop, mentally kicking yourself for allowing the girls to convince you that confessing your crush would be an easy endeavor. You felt a reassuring pat on your shoulder. Groaning, you lifted your head from the table to shoot puppy eyes at Ochako. âOchako, help me!â you cried. âHow do I confess?â
The brunette gave you a sheepish smile. âI donât know, Y/N.â She professed, her eyes apologetic. âProclaiming one's love for another isnât really my strong suit.â
âAinât that the truth,â Asui mumbled under her breath before taking a sip of her drink, receiving a glare in response.
âY/N, sweetie,â Mina cooed from your other side. âI think youâre overthinking it a little. It shouldnât be but so hard. Just be honest with him!â
âBut that is hard!â you said, waving your hands in the air. âI canât just walk up to him and say, âhey, Shouto, I think youâre really hot and amazing. Wanna go out with me?ââ
âSure you can,â Momo intoned, trying to reassure you. âMaybe not in those exact words, but when the time comes, you will know what to say.â
âI hope so,â you sighed, slumping your shoulders. âI hope so.â
As time passed, you found that you did not, in fact, know what to say when the time came to confess your feelings to Shouto Todoroki. Whenever you were near him, you became tongue-tied and could barely speak without becoming a stuttering mess. During each interaction, Shouto would give you a long, confused look, his eyebrows drawn downwards as he watched you struggle for words. He wouldnât comment on it, bless him, but he mustâve thought you to be a total weirdo.
Yet, he still accompanied you on the walk back to the dorm every day after classes ended, and he insisted on continuing your training sessions every weekend after he finished his shift at Endeavorâs Agency. The two of you grew closer, to your absolute delight, and yet you still hadnât managed to work up the courage to confess your feelings to him.
Until one day . . .
You were sitting in homeroom during free period, chatting with Midoriya about the latest episode of the rebooted All Might: The Mightiest Man TV series.
âIâm telling you, Midoriya,â you said. âIt doesnât matter how much the animation and special effects have improved, the original will always be better than the reboot.â You crossed your arms and lounged back in your chair, waiting for the forest green-haired male to start sputtering his counterargument. âYou canât change my mind. I will die on this hill.â
âAre you seriously sayinâ?â
A call of your name from a familiar tenor drew your attention. You turned towards the source to meet a pair of heterochromatic eyes. Shouto was making his way to your desk, coming to a stop right in front of you. You had to tilt your head back in order to maintain eye contact. After a moment, he turned his attention to Midoriya next to you. âPardon me, Midoriya, but I need to speak to Y/N in private.â
You and Midoriya gaped at the dual-haired male for a good twenty seconds before you slowly rose from your seat. âO-okay.â You turned to face your green-haired companion. You hoped your eyes were conveying your inner panic as you said, âMidoriya, Iâll be back.â
All he could do was nod as he watched you follow behind Shouto, wondering why you looked so panicked to go with the male. Maybe you were constipated.
As Shouto led you toward the classroom door, Ochako and Mina shot you curious glances. When you met their gazes, they gave you a reassuring smile and a thumbs up, respectfully.
âGood luck, girl!â Mina whisper-shouted.
âYou got this, Y/N,â Ochako said. You tried to match her comforting smile with your own, but it didnât reach your eyes.
You followed behind the dual-haired male, silently wondering what was going on. Once you were outside the classroom, he led you down the hallway to a little corner nook bathed in the golden light of the afternoon.
âShouto, is everything okay?â you asked, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. âIs something wrong?â At your inquiry, he finally came to a stop in front of a set of windows and turned to face you.
âYes, everything is fine.â He reassured you. âI have something Iâd like to discuss with you.â
You blinked. âOkay,â you said. âShoot.â
Shouto likewise paused at your usage of unfamiliar slang but didnât comment on it. âUm,â he started, but drifted off, not finishing the thought. He opened his mouth only to shut it again after a moment or two without making a sound. You furrowed your brows as you continued to watch him struggle for words.
âUm, Sho?â you prodded. He didnât respond, however, still thinking over his next words. Shouto never hesitates, you thought with a mixture of wonderment and anxiety. Is something bothering him? you thought with growing concern. You felt your heart come to a skittering stop as another horrifying conclusion came to mind; am I the problem?
âI overheard you and the other girlsâ conversation on Movie Night,â he confessed at last, interrupting your spiraling train of thought. He bashfully looked away as if he was ashamed.
âOh, okay?â you responded, absentmindedly going through the events of the night in question. Your heartbeat began to calm down to a normal rate. âWhat conversation?â You couldnât think of anything in particular and were about to ask him to elaborate before the realization hit you like a freight train.
âI like him a little.â
âOkay, I will! I will confess my feelings to him!â
âYeah, girl, you got this. Besides, he canât reject you. Youâre too hot for that.â
Oooohhhhh.
Fuck.
Maybe he didnât hear that particular part of the conversation! You tried to reassure yourself as you waited for Shouto to answer your question. Your heart rate picked back up as panic began to settle in. We were there for several hours. There is so much he couldâveâ
âYou have an admiration going on.â You hate to admit you gawked at him for a couple of seconds before his formal wording translated into modern speech. You have a crush.
FUCK!
âOh my God, I am so sorry!â you rushed out, trying to save face and whatever friendship you had with Shouto. You felt your cheeks burn. âPlease, just forget you ever heard that!â
Shouto snapped his head to you as your words registered in his brain. âWhy would I do that?â he asked after a moment. âWe live in the same building with shared living space, barely anything is not overheard by another.â
Oh God, how much did he overhear?
âBesides,â he continued. âAt our age, it is completely natural for one to harbor feelings for another.â
You blinked at him as his words registered, your cheeks now tingling due to the burn. Gosh, he sounds like a grandpa giving the birds and the bees talk.
âItâitâs j-just,â you stammered. âI-I-Iââ You let out a harsh breath in frustration when your words continued to fail you. Shouto raised a brow before his eyes narrowed. Your heart sank when you saw that.
Oh great, heâs annoyed!
âAre you all right?â he asked before moving so he was right in front of you. You squeaked at the sudden warmth of his body heat as he placed a hand on your forehead. âDo you feel ill? You feel warm, and your face looks to be flushed with some perspiration gathering on your forehead.â His eyes frantically looked you up and down as he examined you for any further signs of sickness. âI should get you to Recovery Girl.â
âN-no!â you exclaimed when he went to sweep you off your feet. âSh-Shouto, IâIâm fine, really. Iâm n-not s-sick.â
âOh?â Shouto blinked in confusion and, adorably, subtly tilted his head to the side. âThen why are you so febrile? And you are stuttering?â
âItâs not because I am sick. Iâm just em-embarrassed.â You whispered the last part, and you couldnât help but look away from Shouto in shame.
âEmbarrassed? Why are you embarrassed, Y/N?â You shut your mouth, refusing to speak. Shouto sensed your hesitation. The light slowly left his heterochromatic eyes and he bashfully looked away from you. âIs . . . is it because you donât want to be seen with me?â he asked. âFor fear that your crush will see us together and not return your affection?â
You let out a gasp in surprise. âWhat? No!â You are quick to reassure himâyour actual crushâof your intentions. âThatâs not it at all!â
Shouto met your gaze again. His eyes lit up with what looked like . . . anticipation? Hope? You werenât sure, but your heart began to race in trepidation. âThen what is it?â
âI like you,â you blurted out. You shut your eyes and covered your face with your hands, trying to hide from your drowning embarrassment. âLike, not even a little bit, but, like, really, really like you.â You whispered from behind your hands.
There was no immediate response from the dual-haired male. You didnât dare to remove your hands from your face to check if he was still standing in front of you.
He probably didnât hear me. You internally slapped yourself upside the head.
Before you could react, Shouto was carefully removing your hands from your face. His touch was gentle, like he was afraid you would crack and break under his fingertips. âWhy are you hiding from me?â he whispered. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared wide-eyed at him.
âIâI.â Despite your efforts, words werenât able to come out of your mouth.
âYou should never feel like you need to hide,â he continued. He let out an airy tsk before he reached his hand up and gently tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up even more at the action. âEspecially from me.â
What.
âW-what?â you voiced aloud. You blinked a couple times, trying to bring your brain back from the brink of short-circuiting.
Shouto chuckled lowly, moving impossibly closer into your space. âI think you need to get your hearing checked out, love.â
You blinked some more. âWhat?â
âHave I broken you?â he asked, the corner of his perfect lips turning up at the thought. âFirst you forget your words, and now you have lost your hearing. . .â he trailed off as he continued to stare intently into your eyes.
What is he playing at. . .? you wondered as you blankly stared at him.
The two of you stood there and took each other in for quite a while. In reality, it mustnât have been for very longâat most a minute and a halfâbut to you, it felt like hours. You were so close you could see the light reflecting in his heterochromatic eyes and the small streaks of gray in the turquoise-colored one.
âI . . . like you, too,â Shouto suddenly confessed, violently snapping you out of the daze his proximity causes. âI have harbored feelings for you for some time now.â
WHAT!?
âYou . . . do?â you asked, skeptical. You were hesitant to believe his words in fear that this whole thing was some sick prank. Butâ
No. Shouto isnât that type of person, you thought. He barely understands humor as it is, so he must be telling the truth.
âI do,â he confirmed.
âOh, um.â You fumbled again for words, embarrassment flooding your entire system once more. You licked your dry lips, missing the way Shoutoâs eyes locked onto the movement. âCool.â
Shouto blinked at you, one of his perfect eyebrows raising. âCool?â he repeated with a sly smile overcoming his lips.
âMhm.â You dumbly nodded. âCool.â You paused before muttering a small, âDitto.â
He chuckled again, subtly moving the tiniest bit closer to you. He was just about crowding you into the corner at this point. âDitto, huh?â He mumbled under his breath with a widening smirk playing at his lips. âI think I have broken you, dear.â
You grinned. âPerhaps.â Shouto chuckled again before falling silent. The two of you stared at the other, lost in each otherâs gazes.
âCan I kiss you?â He spoke on an exhale, his deep voice somehow even deeper. Before you could internally flip the fuck out and fully comprehend what was happening, you were already nodding. That was all the confirmation Shouto needed before he brought your lips in for a sensual kiss. Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as you relaxed into him.
You smiled into the kiss. Thank you, chopsticks.
The next day, you and Shouto walked into the classroom holding hands. Everyone collectively stopped what they were doing to openly gape at the two of you as Shouto, always the gentleman, escorted you to your seat. The shocked silence lasted all but three seconds before Mina and Tooru let out ear-piercing shrieks and practically tackled you.
âOh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!â Mina was shouting meanwhile Tooru was holding onto you so tight to the point that she was nearly crushing you into her invisible body.
âAHHHH, I knew this was gonna happen!â she exclaimed before somehow pulling you in closer.
âCanât . . . breathe.â You wheezed out before your boyfriend pulled you away from the two fangirls and protectively held you to his chest.
âI would be grateful if you didnât crush my girlfriend to death, Tooru.â He intoned in his naturally dry tenor. His statement only made them freak out even more.
âAh! Look at the two love birds!â Ochako swooned.
âFuckinâ disgustinâ,â grumbled a deep voice from somewhere in the back of the room.
Before you could turn to shoot Bakugou a death glare, Shouto was already clapping back. âWhat, are you jealous, Bakugou?â
The desks which had surrounded the blond a moment prior were blown to shiverines.
âIâLL END YOU!â
Fin.
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Burglar Orc Breaks Into Your House and Your Pussy
Pairing: Orc Male x Human Female Reader
Warnings: Smut, Non-Con, Creampie, Squirting, thigh fucking
Note: If you are NOT comfortable with the above warnings: DO NOT READ.
Stepping out of the bathtub, you wrap a white fluffy towel around your dripping body. It is finally the weekend, and you have decided that tonight will be a night for relaxation. You have already had dinner, painted your nails, completed your face mask, and now your bath is complete. The only thing left to do now is to crawl into bed with a nice book and a glass of wine.
Pulling the towel tighter around your body, you open the door separating your bathroom and bedroom, only to freeze in the doorway. Standing in front of your dresser and searching through your jewelry box is a massive orc. He hasnât seemed to notice you yet, and you instinctively try to make a run for the door.Â
The orc catches sight of your movements immediately and blocks the door before you can run through. In a panic, you turn to try to run back to the bathroom, but you donât make it even halfway before the orc grabs you by the arm and pushes you towards the bed.Â
He bends you over it, and you go to scream when a large hand covers your mouth. His voice is rough when he says, âNo screaming, little human. I have no interest in killing youâ. His words do little to put you at ease, and you begin thrashing back and forth, trying anything to get out from under his hold. He lets out a deep moan as you move against him, thrusting his hips against your barely covered ass.
You freeze once again as the realization dawns on you that you have no way out from under him, and his stiff shaft is rubbing against you. He chuckles lowly and says, âIâve always wanted to try one of you humans. Never had the chance, but I guess this is the perfect opportunityâ.
He quickly pulls the towel off of you and pulls his pants down far enough to free his cock. You try to clamp your thighs shut as tight as possible, but he still manages to shove his dick between them. He thrusts his cock repeatedly, fucking your thighs like a tight cunt. He groans with his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting your clit with each stroke.Â
You want to die of embarrassment at the wetness that begins to gather in between your legs, even more so when the orc starts to laugh. âSuch a good human whore, getting wet for me. This little pussy is just begging to be filled by orc cock isnât it?â.
You try to shake your head, but his hand keeps you from doing so. He pulls back, and on his next thrust, he enters your dripping hole. You scream into his hand at the stretch, never having been so full.Â
He leans his body over yours, his muscular torso pressing against your back. He starts pounding away, and all you can feel is him.
He moves his hand from your mouth for only a moment before shoving two thick fingers into your mouth, groaning as your saliva pulls around them, and you instinctively start sucking on them.Â
His hips donât stop as you are brought to the edge of ecstasy. You try to keep yourself from cumming, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but you quickly realize it is a loosing battle. Each thrust has his tip rubbing against your g-spot, his hips pushing your needy clit into the bed.
You moan and cry out as you start cumming. He pulls his wet fingers from your mouth, wanting to hear you moan and scream for him. He quickly moves his fingers, to your puffy clit, pushing you into another orgasm before the first has even ended.
He doesnât relent until you squirt all over his cock, dragging his own orgasm from him and he fills you with his cum, grinding you further into the bed, just to draw a few more whimpers from your mouth.Â
You wince slightly as he pulls out, feeling the mixture of both your fluids rush out of your gaping pussy now that his cock is no longer there to keep ypu plugged up.Â
He gives your ass a firm pat as he says, âI think you might be my new favorite toy, little human. Iâll be back tomorrow; maybe if Iâm feeling generous, Iâll even bring a friendâ. You say nothing, still trying to catch your breath as you watch him climb out of the large window leading to the fire escape. You know the smart thing to do would be to get up and immediately lock every window, but you canât help the way your overworked cunt clenches at the thought of tomorrow.
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You don't know how you ended up here.
Currently, you were standing on the steep steps of the Zen'in estate, alongside Uraume, Kenjaku, and, well, yourself. But you didn't feel like yourself. Instead, you felt an overwhelming evil fill your system. You felt the bile in the pit of your stomach churn, and the air in your lungs suddenly gained heaviness. But of course, you were supposed to be ready for this kind of thing.
You watched Uraume dismantle a giant cursed spirit, splitting it from the inside out and freezing its insides. Their expression told you that they were indifferent to this kind of treatment. "Whats wrong Y/N? Never seen a cursed spirit bleed?" Kenjaku spoke up. "I-I have..." that was a lie. And it was clear Kenjaku knew that, but he let you have your reassuring moment.
Uraume had previously informed you about the ritual of bathing in the blood of cursed spirits. It made your head spin even thinking about it. They called you 'weak' or 'tender' for saying that. But I mean, who wouldn't be disgusted by a giant bleeding cursed spirit? The sight was downright vile.
"Y/N, Please do not keep Sukuna Sama waiting." Uraume says. "What? Where is he?" You say, trying to keep your composure. "He is down those stairs, in the bath I have prepared for him. He has ordered me to inform you upon your arrival, to come to his side. I can show you the way if you would like."
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"What are you looking at, brat? You wanna come in?" Sukuna says, staring directly into your eyes. Most of his head was submerged under the crimson fluid that surrounded him, and he had a lustful look in his eyes when he spoke to you. One of the many things that never failed to make you weak in the knees.
"I wouldn't prefer that... I don't wanna get my hair wet." Which was an obvious lie, to the truth that you were scared. But Sukuna knew you too well, and could see through your facade. And with a chuckle, he said, "Women are so dramatic sometimes. But I can tell you're lying. You're scared, is that it?" You pause and look at the scene before you. The pool of blood is at least a couple meters deep, and it was absolutely huge to your standards. "You scared of drowning? Ill hold you up then. These worries of yours are irrelevant to me. Be a big girl and get inside already."
You didn't want to seem weak in front of Sukuna, but the thing was, he already knew you were weak. So there was truly no need to hide that from him. Sukuna basically knew everything about you, as being one of the perks of being his favorite playthings. You aren't too sure how you managed to get this far into your questionable relationship with the curse, but it really happened with no negotiation. He suddenly took a liking to you and your uncoordinated self. Something about you was charming to him. How cute.
You suck in your breath and close your eyes, as you are reassuring yourself to be more brave. But as you make your descent downwards, it was hard to. Which in turn makes you trip over your steps, with a loud shriek. But as you land and fall feet first inside the water, you find yourself being held up by Sukunas arms. "Such a clumsy thing to do in front of your king." He says, clearly amused in your antics.
You start to quietly panic, as the only thing holding you up in the deep liquid is Sukunas strong hold on your thrushing body, keeping his hands attached to your waist. "Calm down already. You aren't drowning as long as i'm here." His words didn't fix your crumbling composure.
"You need my help? Or do I need to teach you how to calm the fuck down."
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You couldn't think straight.
With the way Sukunas hips piled rived into yours, it turned you into a blabbing mess. He had brought you to the shallow area of the steps while still submerged. While he was siting on one of the steps, you were going practically dumb on his cock. You held onto his shoulders with each hard thrust of his hips, holding on for dear life at this point.
All that could be heard was splashing from the waves that formed around the two of you, and the squelching of your aroused pussy.
"K-kuna please-" You say as his cock continues his assault on your poor cunt, his gruff hands moving your hips up and down like a ragdoll. "Holy shit- hhahhh- I cant- Please" "Use your words, big girl." He says, a harsh hand coming up to grab and handful of your hair. "Its too much- im gonna cum soon kuna!" You say embarrassingly, hiding your face into Sukunas shoulder.
"Aw, but we just got started right?" He says with a fake pout. This little fucker. "Cmon, keep trying. You wish to please me, correct?" With a smug grin tugging his lips, he forces your head to look over your shoulder at the mess your making on his cock.
"Uraume! Get us a robe while your at it, yeah?" Sukuna yells from across the room, his eyes preoccupied on your shaking body. "At once, my lord." Uraume says, taking a leave. Uraume? Were they here the whole time? You went too blank spaced in the mind to even notice anybody else.
But your thoughts come to a halt when Sukuna stops, flips you around and ruts into you from behind, his hands snaking around your waist, head resting on your shoulder, causing you to grab onto his thighs for dear life. The relenting pace he was going at, paired with the angle he was fucking your pussy in made you see stars, indicating your soon coming release.
"Right there- shit right there! Don't stop- please-!" You held your head hanging low, too focused on the pleasure Sukuna was handing your way. "Oh my, so bossy today. Who are you to think you can order me around?" He says, low groans leaving his mouth from behind your shoulder. "Im about to- oh my god oh my god-" And with that you cum, your cunt convulsing and tightening around his length, practically milking him.
"Good fucking girl, let it all out." He says, while still thrusting into you, maintaining his relentless pace. "Stop! Too much-" You yelled, mouth hanging open uncontrollably. "You want me to fill you up? You'd want that wouldn't you. You want your kings seed?" He grabs the sides of your face, and moves his hands in and out, mimicking the movement of your mouth and saying in a high pitched voice 'Yes, I want my kings seed!'
He laughs with Uraume at this, who is standing unbothered at the sight before them. Holding two matching robes for the two of you. You couldn't help but let out loud moans from how overwhelmed you were. "You see that Uraume? Shes embarassed, its pathetic really. the poor thing isn't used to people watching." "The way she is moving tells me she is, she is overreacting really." Uraume says, observing the sight, with no lustful intentions. Your head starts shaking, trying to say you don't. "Please Kuna! I cant-
"You like when they watch? My drama queen truly." He says, slowing down his movements. "Fuck, being so good for me. Heres your reward, pet." And with a harsh groan, releases inside of your fluttering pussy, filling you to the brim with his seed, and painting your inner walls white. You whimper with your head low, as Sukuna rests his head in the crook of your neck, hands still resting on your hips.
He pulls out of you and flips you around, grabbing your chin. You are basically on the brim of passing out from how intense that was. He picks you up by the ass, forcing glops of cum to drool out of your cunt, and pool into the water. Sukuna looks amused at the piece of art he had just created.
"Good job brat. Uraume! Get us those towels, and make sure she can stand, I don't need an annoying little pet the next day."
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠâŠ . ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă .
#sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x reader#heian sukuna#heian era sukuna#heian sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x Charlotte#heian#heian era#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x Charlotte#jjk smut#sukuna smut#sukuna fluff#sukuna angst#ch 216#uraume x reader
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Could we get a reaction where the members make the reader cry?
seungcheol would freeze the moment he sees the tears in your eyes. heâs not used to seeing you like this, and it hits him harder than any argument ever could. âfuck, iâm sorry, i didnât meanââ heâd start, reaching out but stopping himself, his voice would drop, softer, âplease, just... iâm an idiot, okay? iâll fix it, i swear.â unsure if he should touch you yet. âhey, iâm sorry⊠i didnât mean to⊠please, donât cry.â heâs not good with his words when heâs panicking, but heâll do anything to fix this, to make you smile again.
jeonghan prides himself on being the calm in the storm but when you start to cry... âare you seriously crying right now?â heâd say, but his voice would crack just a bit, backstabbing his own emotions. when he realizes that heâs the reason for your tears, the smirk would drop from his face, and heâd feel a pang of guilt deep in his chest. âshit, i didnât want to make you cry,â heâd mutter, suddenly feeling helpless.
joshuaâs heart would break at the sight of your tears. heâs always been the one to comfort you, not the one to cause your pain. âhey, hey, donât cry,â heâd say softly, his hand reaching out to gently wipe your tears away. the guilt would eat at him as he realizes just how much heâs hurt you.
junhui would panic a little when he sees you crying. seeing you like this would make him feel lost. âwait, donât cry, please,â heâd say, his voice almost pleading. heâd step closer, unsure of how to comfort you but desperate to try.
soonyoung would be devastated, immediately regretting whatever he said or did to make you cry. âshit, no, donât cry,â heâd blurt out, his own eyes starting to water just at the sight of you. heâd pull you into his arms without a second thought, holding you close. âno, no, no⊠please donât cry, iâm so sorry.â heâ the type of dude who doesnât knows how to react when people are crying. especially if heâs the cause.
wonwoo would be stunned, when he sees your tears. heâs not good with words, but heâd try his best. âiâm so sorry⊠i didnât mean to hurt you, you know that...â heâd say quietly. heâd reach out, hesitating for a moment before gently touching your shoulder. âiâm sorry. letâs talk, okay? i want to make this right.â heâll do his best to express how much he cares, how much he didnât want this to happen. heâll sit with you, offering his hand, hoping youâll take it. if you do, heâll hold on tight, silently vowing to never let this happen again.
woozi would be hit with a wave of guilt that he couldnât quite hide, even with his regular stoic expression. âyouâre crying? jagi please let meââ âyouâre so mean jihoon!â heâd feel a tightness in his chest, hating himself for being the cause of your pain. âiâm sorry⊠i shouldnât have said that. i donât want to see you like this.â he might not know what to say at first, standing there, feeling like the worst person in the world. heâll gently take your hand, rubbing small circles on the back of it, his way of comforting you. heâll sit with you in silence if thatâs what you need.
minghao hates the idea of making you cry. he really likes balance and harmony, so seeing your tears feels like a personal failure. minghao will gently guide you to sit down, offering you a tissue and giving you the space to express how youâre feeling. heâs good at listening, at understanding whatâs beneath the surface, and heâll do everything he can to reassure you, to make sure you know that he cares deeply. his touch is gentle, comforting, as he promises to do better.
mingyu + seeing you cry because of him would completely wreck him. heâd instantly feel like the worst boyfriend in the world, his heart breaking at the sight of your tears. âoh no⊠donât cry because of me, I donât deserve it...â mingyu would pull you into a tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder, whispering apologies and trying to comfort you as best as he can. heâd probably end up crying a little himself, unable to stand the thought of hurting you. heâll do anything to make things right, to bring back your smile.
seokmin is always careful with his words, so when he sees you crying because of something he said, it feels like a knife to the chest, hands reaching out to cup your face, gently wiping away the tears. heâs the type to immediately feel guilty, replaying every word he said in his head, wondering where he went wrong. heâs desperate to make it right, holding you close and whispering apologies until you both calm down.
seungkwan will do anythingâmake silly faces, tell stupid jokes, even sing your favorite songâjust to see you smile again, when that doesnât work, heâll just sit beside you, his heart breaking a little more every time he hears you sniffle. deep down, heâs scared, scared that heâs hurt you too much this time.
vernon feels like the groundâs been pulled out from under him. âshit, iâiâm sorry.â heâll try his best, awkwardly pulling you into a hug, heâll stay quiet, holding you until your breathing evens out.
chan seeing you cry because of him would completely break his heart. âshit, babe, i didnât mean it like that.â his eyes loaded with worry as he reaches out to you. chan would pull you into a tight hug, holding you close as if he could shield you from any more pain, his heart breaking a little more every time he sees another tear fall.
#seventeen reactions#seventeen scenarios#seventeen headcanons#seventeen x reader#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen smut#svt smut#seventeen fluff#svt imagines#seventeen angst#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x you#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x oc#seventeen fic#seventeen imagine#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#junhui x reader#seokmin x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#lee chan x reader#dino x reader#minghao x reader#mingyu x reader#hoshi x reader#wonwoo x reader
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*àčâĄŐ i, spy.
pairings. sylus, fem!reader tags. 1.5k wc, mild angst, suggestive ending, jealousy, petnames as usual (kitten, sweetie, baby doll), alcohol consumption, sylus being annoying lmao, loosely inspired by his immobilized memory
sylus can be very petty when he wants to be.
todayâs weather was beyond freezing, and the view of the icy mountains in the arctic region stood tall over the hotel grounds where the hunterâs association team-building event was taking place. you had spent the entire day engaged in activities with your team, enjoying every moment, and your laughter mingling with the cheerful atmosphere. it had been awhile since you last went on a snowboarding trip with the rest of your hunter friends, so this day brought about just the perfect quality time to boost camaraderie amongst your team.Â
unbeknownst to you, sylus, who had also chosen to stay at the same hotel, was watching from a distance. his red eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now burning with an intensity fueled by jealousy. you had been spending time with xavier, your interactions light and full of warmth, and sylus could barely contain his frustration as he saw how your colleague brought you hot chocolate and used his palms to warm your cheeks.
âtch.â sylus absently swirled his glass of whiskey, the ice making a faint clink as he observed you from the balcony of his room. âseems like a stray kitten has found a new companion.â
then, as the evening arrived, your group gathered for dinner and you were happily chatting with your team, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind the scenes (aka by a certain tall man with grayish hair and crimson eyes). the rest of your hunter friends eventually headed back to their own rooms after finishing their meals, while a couple others chose to spend more time at the hotel bar. your activity of choice for the night was also the latter, telling xavier that it was okay for him to head back to his room knowing how he had been fighting the drowsiness off for the last hour.Â
meanwhile, sylus soon made his entrance at the bar, accompanied by a striking woman whose presence was impossible to ignore. her outfit was dazzling, and she seemed to be following sylusâs every command like a pet.
impossible! you thought, eyes widening in panic as soon as you saw the onychinus leader. if your hunter friends found out that the n109 boss was here, this hotel would turn into a battlefield in a heartbeat. Â
yet sylus, completely unfazed, walked over to your area in the bar counter with the woman by his side. his smirk was barely concealed as he approached you. âi didnât expect to see you here, kitten,â he said, his voice smooth and dripping with subtle menace. âi brought a friend along.â
you looked up, your heart sinking as you took in the sight of sylusâs companion. she was effortlessly glamorous with her sleek blonde hair and exquisite fur jacket, her every movement seemingly calculated to draw attention. however, despite her overflowing gorgeous exterior, sylusâs gaze was fixed on you. and the asshole was watching your reaction with an almost predatory intensity.
âoh, sylus,â you said in an attempt to sound casual. âwhat a surprise.â
âoh, certainly, kitten. and by the way, this is elara,â sylus introduced, gesturing to the woman beside him. âsheâs been kind enough to accompany me this evening.â
elara gave you a warm smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. her partner, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the way her presence unsettled you as he took a seat next to her, deliberately placing her between the two of you. ânice to meet you!âÂ
âlikewise,â you replied, shaking her hand and forcing a smile.Â
âcare to join us, miss hunter?â sylus said with a smirk, his eyes glinting as he watched you hesitate. his arm was draped casually around elaraâs shoulders, and the sight made your stomach churn with a strange mix of envy and frustration. âelara and i are just about to get some drinks.â
âjoin us, please!â the woman next to him encouraged.
âuh, sure.â pressured by the situation, you gave a subtle nod, only to receive a gleam of satisfaction in sylusâs eyes.
this bastard! you didnât like how his hand was lingering on her arm in a way that was meant to be seen. each laugh they shared, each touch, seemed designed to push you further into a pit of jealousy. and the way stupid sylus kept glancing at you, gauging your reaction, only made the situation more unbearable. thatâs it, you silently snickered in your head, i should call him stupid sylus.Â
you forced yourself to focus on your blue raspberry cocktail, trying to ignore sylusâs stupid blabbering while rushing to finish your drink. his actions were a blatant attempt to make you feel inferior, and it was working. it was definitely working. but you couldnât lose your composure now despite him making sure to lavish attention on elara. every time he touched her back and her waist, you felt a pang of jealousy growing more and more intense by the second. it didnât help that sylusâs presence was also a constant reminder of the way he could manipulate your emotions, and it was driving you to the edge.
âso,â sylus tapped his fingers on the counter, his voice low and intentionally provocative, âhowâs your evening been, miss hunter?â
âfine,â you replied tersely, trying to mask the irritation and hurt simmering beneath the surface.
âjust fine?â sylus asked, his smirk widening. âi thought you were enjoying yourself today. seeing you with your colleague was quite⊠interesting.â
âif youâre referring to xavââ you paused, remembering that xavier had a bounty in his head at the n109 zone and it was best to keep him out of conversations with sylus, so you decided to change the topic, âdid you have mephisto report all my activities to you again?âÂ
him and his equally stupid bird. so annoying.Â
âthereâs no need for that, sweetie. you stick out like a sore thumb, so youâre not that difficult to spot.â he smiled as he talked, like he was having so much fun at mocking you. oh, heâs deliberately pushing my buttons! his actions were a cruel game meant to make you question your feelings and your place in his life.Â
before you could retort, elara suddenly tugged his sleeve, focusing all of his misrouted attention back to her. âhoney,â she spoke to him sweetly, âwhat drink do you recommend i should get next?âÂ
you rolled your eyes and turned away, the old man playing the piano now a much more interesting sight to look at compared to the two lovey-dovey couple next to you. but really, it was suffocating to be anywhere near sylus, and the only way to stop feeling all of these crazy emotions swirling inside of you was to not be around him.Â
and so with that, finally, after what felt like an eternity, you excused yourself. but the walk back to your room was quickly interrupted by the figure of a six foot two man, his towering height preventing you from taking another step without his permission. âwhere do you think youâre going, kitten?â he asked, noticing the sourness in your expression that you tried so hard to conceal.Â
âheading back,â you merely responded, trying to find an escape by pointing towards the opposite direction. âlook over there, isnât that luke and kieran?â
as soon as sylus turned his head, you made a swift beeline for the barâs exit. you even sighed of relief as you managed to free yourself from his presence, now making your way through the empty halls of the hotel. unfortunately for you, sylus wasnât one to let something like this go. so before you could even think of hiding and running away, he was already walking next to youâthe frown on his face growing more pronounced as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearby elevator.Â
âlet goâ!â you protested, wiggling your hands from his tight hold. âwhere âre you taking me?â
âmy suite,â he muttered, pressing the button to the top most floor. âsleep in my room tonight.âÂ
you let out a loud, sardonic chuckle. âsays who?âÂ
sylus, crossing his arms, looked at you with thin, furrowed brows. âyour only choice is to obey me, kitten.âÂ
an exasperated sigh escaped your lips. âisnât elara supposed to be with you?â you questioned, âyou should bring her to your room, not me!âÂ
it was too late. because no matter how much you struggled against his iron grip, you were later pushed inside his presidential suite, the grandiose of his room stupefying you. the smell of red roses and wine was a relaxing aroma that continued to pull you inside. yet, before you can take another step, sylus was already pulling you by the waist, leaning in to crash his lips onto yours.Â
at first you tried to push him off, but who were you kidding here? of course, youâd eventually melt into the kiss, allowing him to envelop his lips around yours, its soft and tender movements sending shivers down your spine. each kiss was a loud smooch echoing across the room.
âwere you jealous?â he asked in a low voice, biting your lower lip and pulling only slightly away. âi donât have that kind of relationship with elara. sheâs just a staff member of mine that i asked to make you jealous.âÂ
âokay, and?â you frowned at his handsome face, hating how easily he could get under your skin. literally and figuratively. âthe way you were still touching her wasâŠâÂ
âyour jealousy is showing, sweetie.â a smile of mischief crept up on sylusâs lips before he extended a hand to squeeze your ass. âand what about the way your male colleague doted on you all day, hm? had fun being treated like a princess by him?âÂ
âwhy do you care?â you asked, trying to sound indifferent despite the ticklish kisses he was trailing along your neck. âitâs none of your business who i talk to.â
âoh, it is my business, baby doll.â sylusâs smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, now unbuttoning his shirt and suggesting a very rough night ahead. âbecause i care about what i have. and right now, thatâs you.â
#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace x you#lads x reader#lads x you#l&ds x reader#l&ds x you#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus angst#sylus fluff#sylus fic#lads sylus#lds sylus#sylus x mc
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Imagine Meeting Up With Ken After He's Moved Back To Japan
Ken Sato X FemReader
Rating: G
Warnings: Reader has a slight panic attack, touch of angst, fluff
Word Count: 1.9k
(A/N:) I have never watched Ultraman in my life and I never planned on it honestly. But dang I saw the trailer ad for Ultraman Rising and they barely give you a glimpse of Ken but it was enough. I watched it. I loved it. And now I'm obsessed with Ken Sato. End of story. I have lots in my drafts I want to write for him so keep an eye out! But until next time happy reading! ~Countess
The day that Ken Sato had moved out of your life had been the saddest one you could remember. Being kids, the adults didn't see it as such a big deal but between the two of you, it seemed like the world had ended. You both kept in touch but it still didn't make the distance seem any shorter. Years passed by and video calls turned into phone calls. Phone calls turned into missed calls. Missed calls turned into text messages and even then that didn't last long. As you grew older you let the thought of seeing Kenji again go and then the pain finally eased. You never felt that ache again, until you watched the news.
Super star player Ken Sato returns to his home country and that is the day your little world stopped spinning. Your phone rang off the hook as your friends tried to call you.
"Did you hear," your friend screamed making you grimace, "Kenji is back!"
"Yep," you sighed. "It's all over the news. Hard to ignore it."
"You don't sound excited! I thought he was your best friend when you were kids?!"
"He was, but that was a long time ago and now he's this superstar baseball player. Why would he remember me when he's made it so big?"
"Don't make that excuse, you need to go see him. You'll see that he'll be just as happy to see you as you are of him."
Despite your better judgement and a long sleepless night, you found yourself at the Giant's stadium. You had tried Ken's house only for him to be gone. And despite feeling like a stalker you tried both day and night. When that didn't work you tried looking at the restaurant you both loved as kids, no luck there either. You knew the stadium would be your best bet but you didn't want to get carted off for trespassing or embarrass Ken by your being there. Maybe you were using those as excuses. Or maybe you were terrified by the face that he probably wouldn't remember you or he'd laugh in your face that you came crawling back. Your heart slammed against your chest and your breathing turned into panicked gasps. This was impossible, you didn't know why you even bothered.
Reporters began to exit the building, pushing you along as you tried to calm yourself. The chatter of the group was too much for you at the moment. You stepped away towards a quieter part of the stadium, not noticing that you were entering in a restricted part for players and managers only. The quiet helped calm you and now you finally realized where you were at.
"Miss are you lost," a man wearing a security uniformed approached you and your panic starting to rear it's ugly head once more.
"I'm sorry I got lost," you eased back, clinging tightly to your bag's strap.
"It happens," he said politely. "May I escort you back to the main entrance?"
"Yes please."
You deflated as you followed the security guard. It didn't seem like you were ever going to see your best friend ever again. Your heart broke and you refused to let yourself cry until you got home. You almost made it back to the hall where you got lost in the flood of reporters when a voice calling your name had you freezing. He couldn't possibly know it was you? After all this time did he really remember you so well?
"Kenji?"
"I thought it was you," he grinned.
You sucked in a breath at the sight of the boy you once knew. You could tell he was handsome on the TV screen but you weren't prepared for the sight in real life. Even as a kid you had a crush on him, you just didn't realize it until later. Your mom thought it had been cute but now you just felt embarrassment. With longer sleek black hair and eyes that were so dark they sucked you in. You stopped breathing for a second when he finally stood in front of you. His eyebrow raised, he bent over waving a hand in your face. Lean and tall, it was no wonder he was an amazing athlete.
"Hello," Ken stared leaning over. "You still with me?"
"It's so good to see you," you stumbled stepping back at the proximity. "I didn't know you were coming back so soon."
He grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "It wasn't planned honestly. Losing mom and dad needing me."
You gasped grabbing his arm, "Kenji I'm so sorry."
You glanced to your hand and you quickly let him go, cheeks flushing brightly.
"It's okay," his smile wavered. "Have to grow up sometime."
"But," you started feeling horrible.
"It was good seeing you again," Ken replied turning away. Though this was the first time you'd seen him in so long, he still had that same way of showing his true emotions. The slightly hunched shoulders and it felt like all the warmth suddenly left the room.
"Kenji wait," you yelled.
He turned keeping his hands in his pockets. The sorrow in his eyes had you blinking back tears and you knew it was time to be brave. He remembered you and though he wasn't the same person when he left, he was still your friend. Yeah a little taller, a little more selfish, a lot of ego (you couldn't deny he earned the right), and a lot more handsome, but Kenji Sato all the same.
"Wanna go get something to eat? Our old haunt is still open and I would love to treat you. I've," you paused. "I've missed you a lot actually."
Though it didn't quite reach his eyes Ken smiled, nodding in agreement, "I'd like that. But I'm buying, no arguments."
"Fine Mr. Super Baseball Man."
He laughed, "You haven't changed at all."
That was a little disappointing. You were hoping he'd at least see how much you've grown, while he was away.
The restaurant was busy, a line forming outside but you both didn't mind waiting. Kenji hadn't eaten here in years and if you were honest, you hadn't either. You tried once after he left and though the food always tasted delicious, it wasn't the same without him. You both were ushered in a little bit after arriving and after all this time the owners remembered you both. Ordering the same thing as you both did all those years ago, it didn't take long for contentment to ease between you both. Ken's foot tapped beneath the table and you could tell he was struggling.
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to," you spoke up. Not wanting him to feel like he had to do anything to make you comfortable. Though you still felt awkward, especially when fans made their way to him for pictures and autographs, you couldn't deny that it was still easy being around him.
"It's not that I don't want to," he groaned, now drumming his fingers on the table. "It's been forever. I should have so many things to tell you and I do! I just...I don't know where to begin."
"Start with baseball that seems to be going well," you grinned.
"Ha! You could say it is going decent," he nodded. "It was different in America, I'm curious to see how it's going to go being back home."
"I imagine so. Not going to lie though, home wasn't the same either when you left. It felt like I had to start all over, it was kind of terrifying."
"I'm sorry."
You touched his hand, "It's not your fault. We were both kids. Life changes, gets in the way, separates us from loved ones. We had no control over it, like we don't have much control over anything now. I'm glad you were able to find your way Kenji. I'm glad you made a life for yourself and I'm glad you got to follow your dream. I can tell how much baseball means to you."
Ken nodded a small smile pulling at his lips again, "It does. But I think this moment right here with you means more to me than baseball right now."
You flushed brightly. You weren't expecting a reply like that but it made you feel warm inside. You opened your mouth to reply, though unsure of what you could possibly say when your orders were set down before you. Saying thanks for the food and the chime of you both breaking chopsticks apart. Another peaceful silence stayed between you both as you both slurped noodles. True to his word Ken paid for the meal and you both left with full stomachs. Your heart felt lighter and you could have sworn you were walking on air. Glancing up at Ken, you caught him watching you intently.
"Something on your mind there Mr. Sato?"
Ken shook his head giving you a look like he'd tasted something bitter, "Please don't ever call me that again. Making me feel like my father over here."
You could tell things weren't good between Ken and his dad so you didn't pry. "Okay Kenji," you crooned making him shiver.
You didn't realize how you made him feel. When Ken saw you lost in the stadium, following that security guard his heart had skipped a beat. You two had always been close as children and even though you had stopped communicating for years, what he felt for you never waned. Having you here by his side, so close and yet still so far away, it felt like a dream. One he never wanted to wake from. With a soft touch, his fingers trailed down your arm leaving goosebumps in it's wake. You stared up at him, soft eyes taking in every bit of him. He never felt so naked or alive. He didn't stop until he found the back of your hand and still he slipped further, pointer stroking against your digits. Then he bit the bullet, taking your hand into his. He almost laughed at how much smaller your hand was compared to his, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. He squeezed tighter, careful not to hurt you in anyway. You stiffened at first, shocked at him being so bold. But you had to remember he was used to getting what he wanted.
"Would it be possible that we could do this again," he asked. "Maybe somewhere more formal?"
You nodded unable to speak. He kissed the back of your hand and you could have melted right then.
"I would like that very much Ken," your voice wobbled but you didn't let it keep you from speaking.
The answering smile had you in a puddle, the only thing keeping you upright was Kenji himself as you both started reminiscing. And now that some things had been brought out in the open, you both found yourselves talking a lot easier as the past few years passed by with every verbal exchange. You never felt so happy and all it took was for the game of baseball to bring back your best friend and you were ready to see what the future held in store.
#Ken Sato X Reader#Ken Sato / Reader#Kenji Sato X Reader#Kenji Sato / Reader#Ken Sato#Kenji Sato#Ultraman Rising#Ken Sato Imagine#Ultraman Rising Imagine#Imagine#Not My Gif#My Writing
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don't tell Bucky - B.Barnes x reader
Summary: Reader is broke and refuses to tell mob!bucky the extend of it
TW: fluff, happy ending, little swears, mention of money, getting fired, (think that's everything)
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Y/N was used to the biting cold in her apartment, it had been a long few months with her hours being cut down and bills piling up she was in debt. Badly. She had started cutting costs where possible, heating was the first to go, she had opted for not turning the heating on despite the freezing temperatures outside, food was the second thing to go, she had starting making meals stretch and eating less and slowly things seemed a little more manageable. The bills continued to pile up, yet things seemed a little easier. Every single penny was put to the side to clear her debt. She had been seeing Bucky as much as possible but she couldnât talk to him about it, he would just offer to pay her debt off and then sheâd owe him for almost the rest of her life. She couldnât ask him. She wouldnât. Bucky had picked her up from work, it was a surprise, and something Y/N was grateful for as she wouldnât have to pay for the bus home.Â
âDo you want to stay at mine tonight?â Bucky asked gently pressing a kiss to her cheek as they finished their heavy make-out session in the carÂ
âIâve got work in the morning,â She said softly, breath slipping through her lipsÂ
âCall in sickâ Bucky said between kisses âYou can go without one shift canât you?â Bucky askedÂ
âWeâre short staffed Buck, I need to be thereâ She lied easily,Â
âLet me come in? I just want to hold you tonightâ He said softly pressing another kiss to her lips. Y/N nodded in agreement, how could she ever say no to an offer like that?Â
Bucky followed Y/N up the stairs to her apartment, she unlocked the door and was met by an icy breeze. Bucky shuddered.Â
âWhy is it so cold baby? Your heating broken?â He askedÂ
âHmm?â Y/N asked turning around to face himÂ
âYour apartment Y/N, itâs coldâÂ
âOh, sorry Buck I turned the heating offâÂ
âFor good?â Bucky asked closing the door behind him âOr is it broken?â He asked
âOh, no I just turned it off whilst I was at workâ Y/N said softly,Â
âWhy would you do that?â Bucky asked again pulling Y/N into an embraceÂ
âIt was just while I went to work Buckâ
âThatâs not safe doll, you should keep the heating on so you donât get ill, even when youâre not home. You need to come into a warm houseâ Bucky said, Y/N resisted the urge to cry.Â
âI usually do Bucky, it was just a one offâ she said.Â
Bucky didnât mention the heating again that night. Y/N was grateful for that small mercy. What he did mention was the mountain of blankets that sat on her bed.Â
âDoll?â He called from her bedroomÂ
âYeah?â She replied coming into the bedroom, her eyes falling on Buckyâs metal hand clasping three blankets,Â
âYou coming down with something?â He asked âI can call Banner to come and check on you if you want?âÂ
âOh Buck, no Iâm ok. Just get cold when youâre not hereâ She said, it wasnât a complete lie, just a small one. It made her feel a little better.Â
âYou know you could just move in with me?â Bucky offeredÂ
âDonât be silly Bucky, weâve spoken about thisâ She said and Bucky stopped himself from starting an argument by pressing his lips to hers.Â
â â âÂ
The next few weeks were tricky. Y/N had started picking up more shifts than she could count which lessened her time to do anything; most of all see Bucky.Â
When one fateful day put Y/Nâs life into a tailspin,Â
âY/N could you come into my office when you get a moment please?â Her bossâs voice cut through the noise, and Y/N felt a panic run through her body,Â
âIâll come nowâ She said quickly, hurrying behind the shorter lady, âis everything ok?âÂ
âTake a seat Y/Nâ She said, Y/N knew this wasnât good, she never asked her to take a seat before, this had got to be bad news.Â
âHave I done something wrong?âÂ
âNo, Y/N youâre one of the best workers we have hereâ She said taking a deep breath âbut we canât afford to keep you on, with prices and wages going up weâre cutting down to less staff members and well itâs only fair that we let you go first. Youâve got enough experience to get another job quickly whereas the others donâtâÂ
âYou mean the others are cheaper because they are younger?â Y/N said noticing the true meaning behind her words.Â
âThat isnât what we are doing Y/Nâ her boss spoke halfheartedlyÂ
âWhen do I leave?â Y/N asked dejectedly, knowing it was a loosing battleÂ
âTodayâs your last shift, you are let go without holiday pay or leave noticeâ She said passing Y/N an envelope âAll the necessary documents are in here, please hand your keys in at the end of the shiftâÂ
âNo need to waitâ Y/N said, pulling her work keys out her bag and putting them on the desk. Picking up the envelope, Y/N walked out.Â
The walk home was a cold one, not only because of the biting wind but Y/N felt empty, numb, like sheâd just been caught in the rain. She wanted to call Bucky, but after her neglect of him she knew that he was probably mad at her and calling him to cry would not be the best way to go. However, her ringtone cut Y/Nâs moping thoughts short,Â
âHello?âÂ
âDoll, oh thank god. Steve just told me he passed you on the street, heâs turning around to pick you up so donât go anywhere. Whatâs happened?â Bucky askedÂ
âNothing Buck, Iâll talk to you later, tell Steve not to worryâÂ
âNo, heâs picking you up and you can come here or go home then come here, or just head home if thatâs what you want but Iâd rather Steve did it than you walk yourself doll okay?â He saidÂ
âItâs going to happened whatever I say right?â Y/N chuckled halfheartedly, the lack of reply on Buckyâs end confirmed it âIâll wait for SteveâÂ
âGood girl, Iâll see you soonâ He said ending the call quickly.Â
As if on cue Steveâs car pulled into view,Â
âHey Y/N, Buckâs waiting for youâ He said opening the door for her,Â
âThanks SteveâÂ
After a few quiet minutes Y/N answered the question which was burning in Steve's mind,Â
âI got firedâ She said quietly,Â
âThey did what? Oh Buck wonât be happy, how dare theyâ Steve said forcefully,Â
âThey canât afford me apparentlyâ Y/N chuckled sadlyÂ
âBullshitâÂ
âPromise you wonât tell Bucky?â She askedÂ
âI wonât lie to him if he asksâ Steve said âBut Iâll divert attention so he doesnât askâ Steve agreed quietlyÂ
â â â â âÂ
Y/N had avoided Bucky for another two weeks, she hadnât meant to. But she had been sending CVâs, babysitting, dog walking and selling small handmade bits online. Anything possible to make some money, she was yet to receive an interview or even any interest. It seemed that everyone was full of employees or was hiring younger staff, there was no place for Y/N.Â
She had been dodging her landlord phone calls, and the electricity company and even a few others who she knew were angry that she hadnât paid. Stretching her legs out wide on the floor she took a minute away from her laptop screen and picked up her phone.Â
âIâm on my way, be there in 15â Bucky had texted around 15 minutes ago, Y/N let out a panicked sigh and started picking up the mess around her to try and make herself look presentable for Bucky, she had to keep up appearances.Â
âDoll?â Bucky called through her apartment,Â
âIn hereâ She replied quickly shoving some dirty clothes at the bottom of her wardrobe,Â
âHey dollâ He said softly pulling her in for a kiss, not seeming to notice her dishevelled state.Â
âHey Buckyâ she pressed a kiss to his lips, something she had missed dearly.Â
âI need to talk to youâ Bucky said pulling her down to sit on the bed, she sat down with his hands gripped in hers as if he was about to disappear.Â
âI know Iâve been awful Buck, I havenât spoken to you and Iâve avoided you, please donât be mad, Iâve just been so stressed andââ
Bucky quickly cut her off âIâm not breaking up with you Y/NâÂ
âYouâre not?âÂ
âNo, doll Iâm notâÂ
âOhâÂ
âI know whatâs going on Y/Nâ he said sincerelyÂ
âNothingâs going onâÂ
âDoll I knowâÂ
âBucky nothing is going onâ
âYou got fired, youâve been trying to find another job, youâve been dog walking, which Iâm not happy with because thatâs dangerous when you donât know the dog or the owner, and youâve been selling your adorably little crochet animals onlineâ Bucky saidÂ
âYou got someone to follow meâÂ
âYou started shutting me outâ Bucky justifiedÂ
âFair enoughâÂ
âDid I miss anything?â Bucky askedÂ
âNoâ Y/N said her eyes welling up with tears, she let go on Buckyâs hand to hide her face in them,Â
âOh doll, come hereâ Bucky said wrapping his arms around her, letting her cry all her stresses and troubles away onto his shirt, he knew once she had cried they would be able to talk through options properly.Â
âIâm sorryâ Y/N said with a sniffleÂ
âCan I finish what I was saying earlier?â Bucky asked, Y/N nodded silently âIâve paid off all your debts, I did the landlord, electricity, water and that loan you took out, you can pay me back if you want to if you have the money, if not itâs my birthday present to you I know you wonât accept it any other wayâ He saidÂ
âBucky pleaseâ
âItâs already doneâÂ
âI should be able to do this better,I should be able to pay my fucking billsâÂ
âNoâ Bucky said calmlyÂ
âNo?âÂ
âNo youâre not doing that. You are doing as best as you can. And I refuse to listen to that shit. Now put on a nice dress, weâre going out to eatâÂ
â â â âÂ
That night when Bucky and Y/N were laying in bed cuddled up to each other, Y/N decided to be braveÂ
âBucky?âÂ
âYes doll?âÂ
âDo you think I could move in with you?â She asked pressing a kiss to his chest âI donât think I want to do this alone anymoreâÂ
âDoll, Iâd be delightedâÂ
#bucky barnes#bucky#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky angst#itsthewritergal#mob bucky#mob!bucky fluff#mob!buck#mob!bucky x reader#mob!bucky
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Grian is a hypocrite. He knows. God, does he know it. Heâd never acknowledge that fact, however, would never admit to it. He isnât exactly the type that goes around readily confessing his flaws, after all.
He had told Jimmy he wouldnât restart the session if he died, right after heâd been knocked down a few lives. Grian said it without hesitation, as amusement spilled from his voice like it had been paint in a can that tipped over. It wouldnât be fair, nor right, to restart the session. And if he restarted it for Jimmy, what kind of message would that send the others? It might become expectation if someone permanently died so early on.
He needed to be firm about itâeven if Jimmyâs misfortune came from bad luck, things out of his control.
Grian canât go giving out special favors. He canât be biased.
Heâs a hypocrite for it.
It happens on the mountain, right by the long staircase made of soft pink cherry wood. He doesnât even notice at first, attempting to avoid his personal harbinger, a snail. Honestly, Grian didnât mean for things to go this badly. As with most things with him, Grian thought it to be a silly joke. A hat tip toward a well known hypothetical query.
But in typical fashion, Grian overestimated his friendsâ survival capabilities. With their own personal snails tailing them constantly, he watched as death after death rolled in, giggling over each one (unless it was Mumbo or Skizz).
Maybe by now he should know better.
âWho would make my snail invisible?! Who would boobytrap my snail like that?!â
Grian looks over at Lizzie, both flabbergasted and impressed, âThatâsâthatâs devious.â
The second he turns, it happens.
(Sandy domes under their feet, a ravine cutting right through their path. Mischievous giggles shared between them before theyâre torn apart, the sound coming to an abrupt end.
With a shout he pushes his hand out, but to no avail. Yellow turns to red and all thatâs left are their foot prints in sand, a pile of items below.
Heâs left at the top, lips curling around the syllables of a name as hysteric laughter follows it, distress wrapping around it like a ring.
He never did manage to catch him.)
Grian is a hypocrite, because the moment Scar dies right in front of him, he panics. That invisible snail wasnât Lizzieâs. It was Scarâs. He stops, breath cutting itself short on its own blade, body freezing itself in ice. He gets a second of eye contact with the man, seeing the shock and fear lacing his expression before heâs gone.
âOh, Scar!â The outcry is loud as it crackles with distress.
This is it, heâs on his final life now. If he dies itâs permanent. No do overs. No restarts. No special favors. Scar will die. Grian canât stomach the thought, canât let it happen. Heâs failed every other time and this world has only just begun. Itâs too early. Itâs⊠itâs not fair.
END THE SESSION. END THE SESSION! END IT. SAVE HIM. END END END END END END END!
Grian is a hypocrite.
Whether it be out of some sort of twisted and tangled guilt, or the lingering feeling of a debt to Death that never truly went fully repaid, he isnât sure. There is no hesitation, just a natural instinct, an ingrained habit. If it were anyone else heâd let it happen, let the game run its course.
But his choice is obvious when it comes to Scar, even when he doesnât want it to be. Heâs always going to be drawn to him, always going to feel this pull. Heâll sacrifice it all, twist himself up in however many different contradictions he needs.
For Scar.
âThe session is over!â he shouts, rapidly typing in the world chat for the others. He spams the message a few times in his hurry before switching to turn the wild card off. And he does it just in time, with Scarâs snail just a few inches away from the man. It disappears, along with the others, and a collective sigh of relief is released from those among them.
He feels Them watching, unhappy with their meal being cut short. But Grian doesnât care. He never has.
âMan, that was a close one! I thought I was a goner,â Scar laughs over to his side, drawing Grianâs attention. âThanks for the quick save there, G-man.â
Grian smiles at him, some small thing. âDonât get used to it,â he returns.
Thereâs a knowing look in Scarâs now ruby eyes, and the sun on Grianâs hair feels warmer; heated, nostalgic. âOf course.â
Heâs not supposed to play favorites, not meant to be biased. Heâs not supposed to interfere to keep a player alive (something he made very clear to Mumbo and Skizz prior). But existing in a world like this without Scar feels wrong and near painful so early on. He couldnât stand around and do nothing. He couldnât just watch.
Not when itâs Scar.
Grian pretends not to notice the glance Jimmy throws at them, a brow raised. Heâs been seen right through.
#mochi writes#wild life spoilers#wild life smp#scarian#desert duo#trafficshipping#I might rewrite this because I kind of hate it but#needed to go a little crazy over grian ending after scar went red#god#what is wrong with him#maybe Iâll talk more about it tmrw
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Hello, I have a request. How about Aaron going costume shopping and Aaron loses her FOR A MINUTE before he finds her where all the princess and fairy costumes are. Like she is completely mesmerized by costumes that she doesnât notice Aaron picking her up and saying âIâm reconsidering making you a leash kid, you knowâ but he doesnât really mean it and sheâs just pointing at a costume âI want this one, daddy!â
jumpscares
i changed this up a tiny bit but the overall concept is still there <33 cw; fem!reader, protective girl dad!aaron (small angst), jack calls reader mom, references to your usual cm violence, halloween and fluff!! wc; 1k
"Dad, c'mon." Jack whined in slight impatience and excitement, prying the door open and hanging back slightly on the handle.
"We can only move so fast bud." Aaron responded, maintaining his current pace. We as in Ellie. Her tiny legs limited her speed, she was practically skipping to keep up with just him. "The costumes aren't going anywhere."
With the holiday quickly approaching and Jack's insistent worries the cool costumes will be gone soon - while you ran necessary errands of your own, he had been tasked with taking the kids to the Halloween store.
Upon entering, Aaron lost Ellie's hand almost immediately as she halted, causing it to slip abruptly from his grasp.
She was frozen in place with her gaze directed forward, keeping a generous distance from the frightful animatronics greeting the three of them at the entrance.
A scowl was on her face; it didn't appear she wasn't necessarily scared, but a mix of disgust and worry were vividly present instead.
"They're not real sweetheart." Aaron tried to reassure, his gaze softening. "They're just decorations."
"I don't like that one." Ellie grabbed his hand, using her other to point at the menacing, horrific clown. "He looks mean."
"He does, doesn't he?" Aaron agreed, his mouth drawing into a pensive line as he played along. "But that's okay. They're meant to be for fun."
"They're not very fun."
The three began wandering through the display of frightful animatronics, led by Jack, a good idea in theory. Jack disciplinarily left Aaron's mouth a few times, as he attempted to get his sister to step on the sensors in order to get spooked.
Ellie ended up in his hold, gripping onto the collar of his t-shirt while Jack indulged himself in getting delightfully jumpscared. She merely watched, each burst of sound causing her to scoot closer into her father, more like her shield.
"Alright, let's find what we came here for." Aaron placed Ellie down, Jack beginning to browse as they reached the costumes. "It is a school night. We can't be out too late."
Selecting a costume, or even brainstorming an idea was bound to a lengthy task, the two of them utterly indecisive. Ellie adored every costume they passed, had to stop, look and point it out. Jack, on the other hand, was pursuing a more silent, observational strategy.
"Anything sticking out?"
"Maybe Spiderman?"
"You never stick to Spiderman." Aaron reminded him with a small smile, the fond memory of when Jack dressed up as him coming to mind - easily within his top five Dad moments of all time.
"Yeah... so maybe not that." Jack breathed out a huff, his eyes continuing to peer around. "Or we can all be superheroes." He poked an adult Batman costume, causing it to sway. "You can be this, and then Mom can be Wonder Woman or something."
Aaron nodded slowly, although he personally didn't plan on dressing up. But could he be persuaded by you and the kids? Maybe. "That could be fun."
"And then Ellie could be Spidergirl-"
Speaking of Ellie, she had grown suspiciously quiet - her chatter stopping altogether. Aaron's eyes shot down, only to find Ellie not besides him.
Jack was the one who verbalized it, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion. "Where'd Ellie go?"
Panic immediately swept through him, his heart rate heightening and his body succumbing to a numbing freeze. Fuck.
Suddenly, he didn't know whether or not his knowledge of child abductions were an advantage or disadvantage; knowing how to act quickly, but also the unfortunate outcomes.
his mind instantly shot to the conversations he had with victim's familiies with what felt like daily. The scenario had turned- he was in their shoes. And just as they all stated in their interviews: He should've been paying closer attention. He only looked away for a minute. He knew these things - why did he look away?
Attempting to push the statistics in the back of his mind, he was on the move, Jack following right at his heels.
"Ellie?"
Luckily the fear was short lived; she was two aisles over, captivated by the girliest costumes one could imagine, very Ellie-esque.
"Eleanor." Aaron breathed out in relief as he saw his piggytail-headed daughter, sweeping her right off her feet again. "You know better than to wander off."
"I wanna be this." Ellie pried a princess costume off the rack, Aaron paused as he lifted her so she could remove it successfully. "Can I Daddy? I really wanna."
"Well, let's make sure it's your size." He took it, doublechecking and allowing his heart rate to calm down. Upon confirmation, his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you want to be this? Or do you want to be a superhero with Jack?"
"I wanna be a princess." Ellie insisted, a pleading tone within her voice. "Pretty please?"
"Sure, if that's what you want. We'll have to find you a crown too, or use one from home, it doesn't seem to be included." She nodded as Aaron tucked the packaging under his elbow, allowing him to hold both it and her. However, his demeanor switched over to one more serious. "But hey, look at me please."
Her adjacent brown eyes met his own; a touch of fault, and sincereness. She knew she had disobeyed in one way or another. And whenever she did, it was written all over on her face.
"No running off, okay?" He instructed sternly, but gently. "It's really important I can always see you, and you can always see me. We don't want you getting lost, yeah?"
She shook her head. "That would be bad."
"Very bad. Mom would not be happy with me if I came home without you." Aaron affirmed, eyebrows raised. "Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes we do." She replied cheerily, oblivious to the heart attack she had just given her father. "No running away."
"Thank you." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, exhaling and the tension in his shoulders alleviating. Ellie was fine. No need for further panicking. Everything was fine.
And Jack, ever the dear, comically inputted, a witty grin plastered on his face. "Maybe Ellie should be the Flash instead."
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x you#criminal minds drabble#aaron hotchner drabble#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fanfiction#hotch imagine#criminal minds x fem!reader
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Gosh i just loved your Sunday fic.. đ«
Im wondering what about a naive type darling? With so much isolation, it has made darling insecure. Darling thinks Sunday deserves a better woman and just ups and leaves Sunday when he isnt home. But ofc is soon found not long after đ
ohhhh so personally i imagine this happening after sunday uses the harmony one too many times on poor readerâŠyou never saw it coming, never would have thought sunday would hurt you despite being isolated for so long. any thoughts you had about escaping, even going outside to see friends, are obliterated. sunday becomes your whole world.
Yan!Sunday x Naive!Gn!Reader
Youâve been standing in front of Sundayâs door, fist raised and poised to knock, for twenty minutes now.
For what feels like the millionth time, you lower your hand, worrying your lip.
Heâs been in there all day. Sunday is a busy man, his schedule constantly filled with meetings and Family affairs, but never too occupied that he would ignore you for an entire day.
Your mind fears the worst; even those initial days of being drowned in the Harmony, before you realized Sunday was trying to help you adjust to your life with him, is preferable to this. Did you do something wrong? Who is he in there with? Is he ignoring you?
Has heâŠgrown tired of you?
The mere thought chills your heart and fills your veins with ice as you take a step back, inhaling sharply.
The wooden door before you is polished to a fault, bright enough that you can see your faint outline. It bitterly reminds you of how inferior you are compared to him, a mere speck of dust, a fleeting shadow on the wall.
You start to spiral. Surely Sunday, the most handsome and sought after man in Penacony, could have his pick of anyoneâso why would he settle on you? Why did he bring you here, trap you in this mansion, keep you by his side, if only to throw you away in the end?
Did he never love you?
Why does that thought hurt you so much?
Heart pounding and tears blurring your vision, you quickly turn and flee, your knock forgotten.
~*~
It has long grown dark on the streets of the Golden Hour.
The normally bustling city is slumbering, the only light provided by the plethora of flashing billboards that never sleep. The few individuals you have passed are either drunks stumbling home or the stray Intellitron. Youâve been walking aimlessly for hours, wiping away tears and fruitlessly searching for a way to escape to reality.
After all your time mulling in your sadness and insecurities, you have come to the conclusion that you should relieve Sunday of his care of you. Heâs much better off without you, or rather with a better individual than you. He should be dating royalty, a celebrity, an angel. The type of person who would have knocked on that door, would have strutted confidently into his office and sat directly into his lap toâ
Another pair of footsteps echo behind you.
You almost donât hear them at first, but you most definitely see the haloed shadow on the wall in front of you.
âAnd where do you think youâre going, (Y/n)?â
You immediately freeze, your breathing becoming erratic and shallow. His voice sends little butterflies pounding against your chest, begging to fly to him.
âDo you really think this pathetic attempt to escape would succeed?â A hand wraps around your waist, spinning you around to meet golden eyes rimmed in violet. You expect them to be filled with anger, perhaps even loathing, but youâre shocked to discover they are brimming with nothing but thinly veiled panic.
His grip tightens when you donât respond immediately. âAnswer me, (Y/n).â His voice cracks as he says your name again. âWhere have you been?â
Words clog in your throat. âIâI thoughtâyou wereâyou didnât wantââ
âIâve been searching everywhere for you. You werenât thinking. I believed we had moved beyond your futile attempts to leave, that you understood that you are mineââ
âBut what if I donât deserve to be yours!â
The two of you freeze in the wake of your outburst. His breath hitches as you lower your head and whisper softly, âI thought you stopped loving me the same as I love you.â
For once, youâve caught Sunday off guard. His beautiful gaze widens in shock as he truly takes in your formâshivering, tears rolling down your cheeks, nails digging into your palmsâand realizes his mistake.
You left because you thought he didnât want you.
The mere idea baffles him. Standing before him is the most beautiful individual he has ever seen. Every fiber of his being screams for him to lock you in a birdcage and throw away the keyâyou are a precious treasure, meant to sing only for him. He has created you to be the perfect devotee in his very image.
And all of his efforts have succeeded, because you said you loved him.
His anger and fear immediately melt into softness as he holds your face between both hands, his forehead lowered to press against yours. âOh, darling, no. You cannot fathom the adoration I harbor for you, the multitude of praises I wish to preach each day in your name.â
His voice takes on a nearly holy reverence, but his eyes shine with an untamed desire. âThere is nowhere you belong except for by my side. Finding you missing this evening nearly tore my heart out. You must never venture out again, do you understand, my precious dove?â
You sniff and lean into his touch, a smile parting the river of your tears. Yes, thatâs right. Thatâs what the Harmony said before, too: your purpose is to please Sunday, to serve Sunday, to live for Sunday.
Why would you ever doubt his love?
Why would you ever want to leave him? What a silly idea.
You think you feel a tiny pull at the back of your mind, a hook that wants to tether you to reality. But a quick slash of a knife severs the line, leaving you floating in a sea of multicolored bliss.
âIâll never doubt you again, Sunday. I love you.â
Sundayâs lips curl into a smirk as he lifts your chin and examines the rainbows dancing in your eyes. âI love you, too, (Y/n).â
#yandere sunday#yandere sunday x reader#yandere sunday x you#yandere hsr#yandere honkai star rail#yandere#yandere headcanons#yanderecore#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#yandere imagines#yandere male#honkai star rail imagines#honkai x reader#honkai star rail#sunday hsr#hsr sunday#sunday
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Getting You Alone Isnât Easy
summary: two reckless lovers, one ill-timed call, and zero chance of stopping
warnings: suggestive but not explicit
a/n: the length of time it took me to decide on a title for this was painful
word count: 1.5k
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Youâre draped over Alexia, straddling her in the faint, golden light that sneaks through the blinds. Her hands grip your hips in that familiar way, like youâre the last thing keeping her from floating off. Youâre gasping, breathless, clinging to the taut warmth of her body beneath you as though the world is ending and this is your only way to stay grounded. Her hands, usually gentle, are digging in hard enough to leave bruises, but sheâs sweet like that, knows exactly when you need to feel it. You can almost picture the bruises theyâll leave behind, thumbprints like violet ink smudged across your skin, each one a reminder that she was here, and that she wanted you badly enough to leave a mark.
Itâs been a day, one of those long ones that started with a sun-blinded hangover, progressed into a searing headache, and thenâonce you forced yourself to actually acknowledge the calls you missed last nightâmoved rapidly toward near apocalyptic levels of panic.
Somewhere between the drink you had to âtake the edge offâ and the fourth one you drank without even thinking about it, Alexia texted you, and it felt like a solution, or maybe a distraction, though those two things are the same to you most of the time.
So here you are, in the thick of it, your bodies wrapped around each other, your mind slipping into that strange, dreamlike state where it feels like your skin isnât your own. Everythingâs heightenedâher touch, her scent, the whisper of her breath on your neck. Youâre right at the edge, teetering, and thenâ
Your phone rings.
Of course it fucking does.
At first, you ignore it. The vibrating hum is muffled against the sheets, barely noticeable above your own heartbeat, but then it rings again, louder this time, insistent. Itâs like a drill sergeant at dawn, determined to ruin whatever peace youâd managed to find. You freeze, eyes half-closed, but Alexiaâs hands donât loosen. Sheâs looking up at you with an expression thatâs half bemused, half annoyed, as if sheâs only just managed to convince herself that youâre here, and now youâre about to ruin it with some petty, buzzing bit of reality.
You almost get through it, on the cusp letting it go to voicemail or hurling the damn thing into the bottom of your Birkin where it belongs. But something in youâa survival instinct, maybeâforces you to reach for it, fumbling as you do so. Alexiaâs eyes follow your hand, then flick back up to yours with an exasperated look that says, Really? Now?
You manage to grab it without rolling entirely off her, though itâs a close call. Her hands move down to your waist, still holding you in place as you glance at the screen, and of course, itâs George. Itâs always George. You swear he has some kind of sixth sense, an uncanny ability to detect the exact moment youâve slipped into some semblance of happiness, so he can yank you back with some catastrophe or another. The man is a walking interruption.
âDonât,â Alexia murmurs, pulling you back to the matter at hand, her voice soft but firm, her hands slipping up to your ribs with a kind of slow, determined patience. But you know better. If you donât answer now, heâll only call back five more times, and each time, heâll sound more panicked, until he finally leaves you a voice note thatâs somehow worse than the call itself.
âI have to,â you mutter, as you answer, attempting to clear your throat and sound like you werenât just seconds away from giving in to everything she was doing to you.
âHello?â you say, trying and failing to keep the breathlessness out of your voice.
Georgeâs voice crackles through the speaker, shrill and brimming with that particular brand of theatrical urgency agents reserve for âcrises.â He sounds faintly nasal, the sort of voice you imagine would belong to a man with an allergy to anything fun. You imagine him sitting in his cold, grey office somewhere in Soho, every surface immaculate and white, his expression permanently fixed into a grimace of perpetual disappointment.
âYou need to sit down,â he says, voice pitched in that âIâm barely holding it togetherâ tone that never actually means anything good.
âI am sitting,â you manage, though it comes out sounding more like a gasp than anything else, because AlexiaâGod bless herâis now trailing her lips along the column of your throat, completely unbothered by the fact that youâre very much occupied now. In fact, youâre convinced sheâs doing this on purpose, her eyes meeting yours with that devilish glint that says sheâs fully aware of what sheâs doing. You pull back and give her a lookâpart warning, part exasperationâbut she only grins, slowly, like sheâs daring you to keep up the charade.
George doesnât miss a beat. âThere are photos,â he says, each syllable dripping with an ominous weight that would make anyone else think he was delivering news of a tragedy.
âPhotos?â you ask, as Alexiaâs hand slips a little higher, her fingers just grazing the edge of your panties. Youâre barely holding it together, biting down hard on your lip to keep from making a sound. âGeorge, there are always photos. What are you on about?â
He sighs, the kind of exasperated sigh he reserves for when heâs forced to explain the intricacies of your own life to you. âNot just any photos,â he says, voice dropping to a whisper that somehow makes everything sound worse. âThese are⊠explicitâ
âExplicit?â you repeat, your voice catching because Alexiaâs lips are trailing across your collarbone now, her fingers dangerously close to places that make it impossible to sound remotely professional. âDefine explicit, Georgeâ
He pauses, a beat of silence so thick with hesitation you can practically see his nervous, tight-lipped expression. âYou and Alexia. On that yacht. Full-on⊠everything. Letâs just say someone with a very long-range lens took a rather extensive interest in your⊠activitiesâ
It takes a second for the words to register, but when they do, itâs like being doused in cold water. Youâre suddenly hyper-aware of everythingâthe sweat on your skin, Alexiaâs fingers toying with you, her mouth now having moved to the swell of your exposed breast. You canât tell if youâre more annoyed or amused by the fact that, somehow, your most private moments have once again become public property.
Alexia looks up at you once more, eyes glinting with something between curiosity and enjoyment, as if she can tell exactly what George is saying and finds the whole thing hilarious.
âSo youâre telling me,â you say, trying to sound casual, though itâs hard with Alexiaâs hands and mouth all over you, âthat someone out thereâs publishing wildlife documentaries of my sex life?â
âDonât be flippant,â George snaps, though his voice cracks a little, like heâs barely holding it together. âThis is serious. The Daily Mail already has them. And theyâre⊠well, theyâre explicit. The kind of thing theyâd plaster on the front page if they could get away with itâ
For a moment, you consider the insanity of it allâyour life, reduced to some tawdry tabloid spread, the kind of thing boring nosey housewives read in supermarket queues. You imagine the headlines, the breathless, shocked tones theyâd use to describe âthe scandal.â Never mind the fact that youâre not the first celebrity to get caught like this, nor will you be the last. But still, it stings in that strange, twisted way fame always does, a reminder that your life isnât really your own.
âIâm sorry, George,â you say, barely stifling a moan as Alexiaâs hand moves just right, making it almost impossible to keep up the conversation. âBut I donât exactly have a solution for you right nowâ
George lets out a strangled noise. âWell, you bloody well better come up with one. Unless you want the world to know what you look like without your clothes on. Which, I might add, is not exactly⊠career-friendlyâ
You stifle a laugh, more out of habit than anything else. Alexiaâs fingers are moving with that slow, calculated patience she knows drives you mad, and you can feel your resolve slipping. âLook, George,â you say, your voice strained, âIâll call you back. After I⊠handle thingsâ
âWhat? You canât just hang up on me!â he practically shrieks, but youâre already pressing âend callâ and tossing the phone aside.
The phone lands back somewhere on the bed, Georgeâs panicked voice cutting off abruptly. For a moment, thereâs silence, and then Alexia lets out a low, throaty laugh, her eyes alight with amusement. She reaches her free hand up, trailing her fingers along your jaw, and thereâs something wicked in her smile that makes you forget the world outside the bedroom.
âWhere were we?â you murmur, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss, slow and lingering, the kind of kiss that makes you forget everything else.
âRight here,â she whispers, her voice soft but possessive, and you canât help but smile as she pulls you back down, your bodies tangling once more as you lose yourself in her warmth.
#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#fcb femeni#fcb femeni x reader#espwnt#espwnt x reader#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso community
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Give meee: an Eddie who went into a small little bookshop on an Indie trip and stumbled across an in person fandom meeting.Â
It's mostly Star Trek, and also mostly women, but the stories they have are nothing like Eddie's ever read.Â
He's barely a teenager, and already protective of himself and his real identity--but everything he's ever wanted is written down, right here, on a little zine with Kirk and Spock doodled on the cover.Â
Theyâre not--itâs not obvious, that theyâre what he is, but the story itself is blatant and Eddie ends up being so obviously close to tears, he accidentally outs himself without ever saying a word.Â
(He also ends up on the mailing list, then being sent home with several hand printed copies of all kinds of zines.)Â
Eddie would remain on this list well past his third senior year in high school.Â
Past bats, and Vecna and Steve fucking Harrington.Â
Flash forward to his first apartment.The tiny one he shares with Steve when they followed Nancy and Robin to college.Â
Steve knows Eddieâs gay.Â
Or rather, Steve has been told, but Eddie's still pretty clammed up about it. He's not yet where Robin is, ready to bemoan her loveless existence while draped over their crappy, thrifted couch.
He makes jokes and he flirts and he absolutely says things he shouldn't, but none of it is real.Â
It's flash. Showmanship.Â
It's the persona that yes, is him, but Eddie consciously built it. Thereâs nothing soft or gooey there, nothing anyone can use to hurt him.Â
So when he comes home and sees that plain, padded envelope with the neatly printed label on the counter, torn wide open and flat without its contents?
 Eddie panics.Â
His heart thunders in his chest, vision tunneling as adrenaline kicks through him.Â
He wants to bolt-- should bolt--except ever since he almost died his brain no longer obeys him.Â
Not when it comes to running, anyway.Â
Instead it fights him to a standstill, freezing his feet right to the living room floor.Â
The urge is still there.Â
To run, and save face the cowards way.Â
Vanish before Steve could get at a part of him that had once kept Eddie out of Wayneâs trailer for two days, until the old man had hunted him down and made him come home, huffing about how heâd love Eddie no matter what but he better never disappear like that again.Â
(Which Eddie did anyway, and of everything that happened with Vecna, itâs that he regrets the most. The stories he heard of Wayne putting up posters. Squaring off with angry, too-righteous townies, and--)
A sniffle jerks him out of his thoughts.Â
Eddie gasps, entirely unsure of when he stopped breathing. Stumbles back and turns, right in time for Steve to come out of his room and amble down their hallway.Â
One hand rubs at his eyes, and the other is--the other hasâŠ
Eddie identifies the cheaply printed, stapled zine immediately. It's one he's wanted to read for a while now, solely because it features a story about Kirk and Spock being stuck in a cave together on a planet that has bat-like, vicious animals on it.Â
Kirk gets bitten after something goes wrong with the transporter and, look, itâs carthiatic okay!? Sue a guy for wanting to read a romance about a situation he identifies with!Â
Steve looks up from the zine and startles.Â
For a second his eyes go dark and flat, the same way Eddies and Robins and Nancy's and everyone's does when caught off guard.Â
It's gone in a flash though, Steve visibly relaxing when he clocks that it's just Eddie.Â
He keeps the zine pressed to his sweater clad chest, and huffs out a laugh that's half forced and half pure relief.
âFuck Eds, you scared me! I didnât know you could be quiet.âÂ
âUh huh.â Eddie manages, voice sounding totally and absolutely normal and not at all ten octaves higher than it usually is.Â
They stare at each other for a second. Long enough that Steve's eyebrows crinkle in the middle, which is the first hint that heâs beginning to worry, and Eddie really cannot handle Steve being worried right now. Â
âWhat's--â Eddieâs voice cracks and he coughs to recover. âwhat's that?âÂ
Steve frowns at him for a moment, until Eddie gestures at the zine in his hands.Â
âOh!â
Steve holds it up, as if to show it off.Â
âIt's a little book Robin got in the mail. It has a bunch of stories in it. They're normally boring as fuck but this one's from Star Trek.âÂ
Hearing the words âStar Trekâ out of Steveâs mouth shouldnât be weird, not anymore, when Eddie and Dustin have been on a two man mission to nerdify Harrington as much as possible, but it still kicks like a mule to hear him say such things without any prompting.Â
âYou know what Star Trek is?â
âEddie,â Steve tuts, tongue clicking in his mouth. âeveryone knows what Star Trek is. Itâs nerd shit, but like, old nerd shit. My grandparents used to watch it when I stayed over. This?âÂ
 He shakes the zine, so hard Eddie wants to snatch it away from him.
 âThis isn't nerd shit. This is excellent.â
Steve gives the zine an appreciative glance and hell, maybe Eddie accidentally walked into another dimension.Â
Heâs been trying to get Steve to read more, rediscover the joys of books the public school system does its best to destroy, but until now Steve hasnât really taken to it.Â
Enjoys when Eddie reads aloud sometimes, and has started to bug Robin to do it for him too, but otherwise?
Eddieâs nerve seen him with anything that had the written word on it that wasnât a cooking or car related magazine.Â
âHonestly,â Steveâs saying, âI think Robs fucked up, this isn't her style at all. Sheâs gonna be pissed.âÂ
He eyes the thing appreciatively, like the gift it is.Â
âI'm stealing it the second she figures that out.â He adds decisively.Â
âYou like it?â Eddie asks.Â
âMmm.âÂ
âEven though it's--it's gotâŠKirkâŠâÂ
Steve's frowning at him again. âWhat?âÂ
âIt's queer man. It's really queer.âÂ
Steve peers at him, the crinkle back in his eyebrows.Â
âI know. Wait, how do you--âÂ
And well. Itâs now or never.Â
âIt's mine.â Eddie says in a rush.
âNo it's not.â Steve scoffs, and okay, maybe this is a dream. Eddie pinched himself twice already, but perhaps a third time would wake him up?
(It does not.)
âit was even addressed to Robin. Well,â Steve has one hand on a hip now, his default position when arguing, âRobbie, but she goes by that sometimes.âÂ
Which Robin does, but not in the fucking mail.
Without a word, Eddie turns and goes for the envelope the zine came in.Â
Steve follows, invading Eddieâs space to peer over his shoulder (and thatâs Eddieâs fault too, that closeness, but he didnât think it would be turned on him in a moment like this--)Â
There's a sticker on the envelopeâs label.
 Itâs barely hanging on, half of it curled into the air. Round and yellow, with little black lines, it becomes immediately obvious that one of Robin's smiley face stickers has migrated again.Â
They're all over the apartment. Remnants of a phase she went through after she stole a roll of them from her and Steveâs job at a local toy store.
This one had clearly jumped ship from its original spot (likely on the ceiling somewhere), and was now firmly over the E in Eddie's name.Â
âDdieâ still isn't exactly âObbieâ but--
Steve leans around, snatching the envelope up and bringing it close to his face.Â
Far too close, like he can't read it, eyes squinting as he examines the label--and suddenly Eddie knows exactly what happened.Â
He laughs, an explosion of noise that's half hysterical and half disbelief.Â
Steve looks at him.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âOh my God,â Eddie says, one finger jabbing in the air in the vague direction of Steveâs nose. âI told you you needed glasses!âÂ
âI do not!â Steve protests immediately, but his eyes are darting around the envelope.Â
Heâs scrambling to figure out what Eddieâs seeing, trying desperately to find a hole that can prove himself right.Â
Eddie decides to help him, by plucking the smiley sticker off the envelope.Â
âSee?â He jeers, and shit okay, maybe his life isnât over just yet. âIt says Eddie, not Robbie!âÂ
âYou guys have got to start using your government names for this shit.â Steve bitches, but itâs weak.
Eddie feels a grin coming on, and lets it overtake his face.Â
âSo...Kirk and Spock huh?âÂ
âTheyâre cute.â Steve defends instantly, before sighing his defeat and tossing the envelope on the table.Â
The zine he keeps in his hands.Â
Eddie crosses his arms and leans against their rickety table. âEven though theyâre both guys?âÂ
âI thought we were past this!â Steve whines. âI went to a gay bar with Robin last weekend!âÂ
Which is news to Eddie.Â
âYou didnât invite me?â He gasps, feigning hurt by putting a hand over his heart.Â
Truthfully he still hasnât fully recovered--is play acting himself, almost, but is rapidly coming around to the idea of Steve appreciating queer fanfiction.Â
âWe did!â Steve rolls his eyes so dramatically his whole head moves. âWe absolutely did, You said,âÂ
Here Steveâs voice pitches into a mockery of Eddieâs that he will not give him points for, even if it is a little hilarious, âMe? At some loser bar? Fuck no, Iâve got a campaign to write. Starbuck, donât you have homework?âÂ
âI didnât know that was a gay bar!âÂ
âYou did! Robin told you!âÂ
âOkay well, I wasnât listening!â Â
âClearly. I keep telling you we need a fucking--system or, I donât know, a code word or something!â Â
âYeah well, when you wanna make us a safe word for conversations, big boy, you let me know.âÂ
Theyâre both laughing a little now, this argument veering into familiar territory, with Eddie not really listening and Steve mocking him for it later. (As well as vice versa, with startling regularity.)Â
âYou really like it though?â Eddie says after the laughter winds down, gesturing to the zine still clutched in Steveâs hand.Â
âYeah.â Steve confirms, easy as heâs said anything else. Like this isnât embarrassing, or almost worse than the time Wayne found Eddieâs porno mags and alphabetized them as a joke.Â
âIt's part of a mail tree. Iâm supposed to send it on to the next person when Iâm done with it. I make copies though,â Eddie rushes to add, because Steve is now clutching the little booklet to his chest in horror, as if Eddie was about to rip it out of his hands. âIf you like Iâll show you my other ones?âÂ
Steve eases his grip, giving Eddie the little smile he makes that makes his stomach flip.Â
âThatâd be cool.âÂ
(Later, Steve pokes at Eddieâs thigh from where theyâre both sprawled on Eddieâs bed, Steve having switched the new zine out for one of Eddieâs copies. âAre you going to laugh at me if I ask you to read some of these aloud?âÂ
âOnly if you donât laugh when I ask you to take me to that gay bar.âÂ
âDeal, but on the grounds youâre barred from making fun of my flirting attempts. Robin doing it was bad enough.âÂ
âWell you deserve it if youâre hitting on women at a gay bar, Stevie.âÂ
âI wasn't hitting on women you asshole.â Steve says and oh.
Oh.
Eddie feels the floor drop out from under him for the second time that day.Â
At least this time itâs not fear that thunders through him, but possibility.)Â
#steddie#pre steddie#eddie reads star trek slash fiction#kirk/spock#mentioned anyway lol#Steve Harringtons Terrible Fucking Eyesight#(me too buddy me too)#steve harrington#eddie munson#zines#0o0 fanfics#stranger things
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The Ex
Hyunjin x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of injury
Genre: exes to lovers, fluffffff
Summary: Your ex, Hyunjin, calls you at midnight, injured and freaked out. The fact that you're still in love with him may be a problem. Or not.
Your break-up with Hyunjin had been a literal storm. Tear-soaked, heartbreaking, and both of you still so much in love that it hurt beyond words could explain. You didn't understand how it came to it, actually. Watching him walk away was the hardest thing you've ever had to do, and that's an image you can't get off your mind. No matter how hard you try.
You tried to delete his number, unfollow him literally everywhere, and move on with your life. But it was easier said than done. That's why when his number flashes on your phone screen, you freeze.
You almost ignore it. Almost. But something inside you won't let you, and here you are, answering his call.
âHyunjin?â
Thereâs a weird silence on his side. You haven't heard his voice since you broke up a couple of months ago, and the anticipation is killing you.
You're starting to think that he made a mistake, when you hear his breath on the other line - heavy and desperate.
âY/N,â Hyunjinâs voice is shaky, and you sit upright, your heart in your throat.
âHyunjin? Whatâs going on?â you ask, ready to run. âAre you ok?â
âIâm at - at the hospital,â he chokes out.
âWhat? What happened?!â you ask, fear starting to grip you.
âI fellâŠI was going down some stairs, trying to carry all my art supplies - donât ask, itâs a long story. But I tripped and fell down the stairs, and my foot, itâs swelling up. It hurts like hell, Y/N, Iâm so scared-â His voice breaks, and he takes in a shaky breath. âSomeone dropped me here, and I donât - I donât even know anyone in this city.â
Your heart sinks, imagining him sitting there, hurt and scared andâŠalone. You know you should feel nothing for him. Maybe a bit of concern, but nothing else. He's your ex.
But no, that isnât how your heart works. This is Hyunjin, it says, the guy you spent way too many sleepless nights with, the guy you had to claw out of your chest when you broke up.
âHello? Y/N?â Hyunjin sounds like a lost little child, his little sobs gripping at your poor heart.
âHyunjin, take a breath. Oh my God. Stop crying, baby, Iâm on my way, okay? I-â You freeze, closing your eyes, cursing yourself for the slip.
You called him baby?!
A beat of silence. You can hear Hyunjin sniffling on the other side, and you panic.
âOh, uh, I'm sorry, I didnât mean-â you stutter, before quickly saying, âI'll see you soon.â
You hang up before he can reply, embarrassment coursing through you. You sit on your couch cringing and feeling terrible. Taking a deep breath, you reach for your phone again. You need backup and thereâs only one person who can handle Hyunjin like you do.
So, with shaking fingers, you dial Changbin's number, as you make your way to your bedroom. Changbin picks up after about two rings, and says, âHey babe, you good?â
âI'm not sure, Bin. Hyunjin called meâŠheâs hurt. Heâs at the hospital, and heâs-â You fall silent as you hear Changbin sigh.
You can tell heâs running his hand through his hair the way he always does when heâs dealing with one of your âHyunjinâ emergencies.
âDonât worry about it. Iâll go,â he says, but you both know youâre not going to let him go alone.
âYeah, no. Iâm coming with you. I canât just sit here while heâs hurt,â you argue, already pulling on a jumper over your t-shirt.
âYouâre crazy for doing this, you know that?â Changbin says.
âYeah, what's new?â you mutter, pulling your jeans on, and then your shoes.
âAlright,â Changbin sighs, but you could hear the smile in his voice. âLetâs go pick up our delicate flower.â
He's over at yours in record time, and gives you an unimpressed look.
âBinnie, not now!â You say as you both get into his car.
The drive is only about an hour, but it feels like hours. You try not to think of the last time you made this journey. It ended up with you coming back alone and so broken. Now, you sit in silence, Changbin can feel you unraveling.
He shoots you a look and asks, âYou okay?â
You let out a hollow laugh.
âI mean, my ex, with whom Iâm still kind of in love with, is in the hospital. So, I guess Iâm as fine as I can be.â
âKind of? Who are you kidding?â Changbin raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
âOk, shut up.â you mumble, cheeks burning and you look away, hoping he'll leave it alone.
But he just laughs, putting his hand on yours.
âI get it, ok? Youâre a good person for doing this, Y/N.â he says softly, and you feel a tear prickle at the corner of your eye.
You blink it back, trying your best to hold it together.
âHe must have moved on, right?â you say, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket.
âIf you're talking about Hwang Hyunjin, I can assure you that heâs still head over heels for you, even if he wonât admit it.â
You manage a small smile at that and say, âYou think?â
âNo, I know,â Changbin says, smiling, âHe wouldnât have called you if he wasn't. Youâre still the only person who can get through to him.â
âIâm so lucky to have you, you know that?â You say, squeezing his hand.
âYou are,â he agrees, flashing you a cocky smirk. âAnd youâre welcome. Now, letâs go remind Hyunjin that heâs not a fragile old man on his deathbed.â
By the time you finally get to the hospital, your nerves are buzzing. You walk in with Changbin by your side, his hand a steady presence at your back.
And there he is, slumped in a chair with his injured foot propped up, wearing a miserable, pouty expression, and it's so adorable, it crushes you almost immediately.
When his eyes land on you, they light up and he's reaching out to you.
âYou came!â His voice cracks, and you hate that it makes your heart flutter.
He takes your hand in his and presses his cheek to it, and holds onto you like heâs afraid youâll slip away. âYou actually came?â
Youâre still mad at yourself for caring this much, but you don't regret anything. Not after seeing him like this.
âYeah, you idiot. Of course I did.â you say gently, sitting near him.
He looks away, probably trying to hide his tears, and mutters, âI thought youâd never want to see me again.â
Youâre about to reply when Changbin clears his throat.
âHello to you too Hyunjin. Oh, how am I? I'm good!â He says dryly, making you laugh.
Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Changbin, rolling them even though heâs still clutching your hand.
âI knew she'll call you, I just-â Hyunjin tries, but Changbin snorts in response.
âYou're sneaky little-â Changbin begins but a nurse comes over and says that Hyunjinâs doctor has taken a look at his x-rays and wants to talk to him.
Changbin helps him into the wheelchair and you all move into the examination room where the doctor tells him that it's a sprain, and he'll have to rest his foot for sometime.
Once outside, Changbin tells him, âNo more carrying your entire art studio down the stairs.â
âHey, I didn't have anyone to help me!â Hyunjin says.
âI wonder who's fault it is!â Changbin shoots back, and Hyunjin pouts, crossing his arms against his chest, as you bite back a laugh.
You all sit at the waiting area, wondering what to do next. As you look at Hyunjin, all the messy feelings youâve buried rush to the surface. You know itâs stupid, probably really reckless, but you can't help it. You love this man so damn much.
Hyunjin sniffles, studying the bandage on his foot before looking at you.
âAre you ok?â You ask, seeing how tired he looked.
âWhen I fell, I was so scaredâŠI thought I would dieâŠlike my entire life flashed before my eyes. It was horrible,â he says. âAnd, all I felt was regret. I⊠I was an idiot. I should have fought for us.â
His words are definitely pulling at your heartstrings. Your eyes meet Changbin's, sitting on Hyunjinâs other side. He raises his eyebrows, knowing exactly where this is going. Before you can say anything, Hyunjin is leaning into you, his fingers intertwined with yours.
âI wonât survive a single day without you,â he whispers. âI mean, look at me. You left me, and here I am - falling down stairs, breaking bones-â
âIt's a sprain, Hyunjin,â You remind him with a smile.
âBut it feels broken. I feel brokenâŠwithout youâŠâ
âJinnie-â You start, not knowing what exactly to say to him.
Your heart twists painfully. You don't know if this is a good idea, but that doesn't stop you from wanting him.
âBefore you two start making out in front of me, Iâm gonna go get some coffee,â Changbin's voice cuts in.
Hyunjin grins, cupping your cheek with his hand. He ignores Changbin completely, and says, âIf you'll have me, I promise to never let you go. I promise I'll be good.â
And before you can stop yourself, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. He's pulling you closer, kissing you deeper, but you put a hand to his chest, gently pushing him back. You are still at the hospital, and people are starting to notice.
When Changbin returns, you both carefully put Hyunjin in the backseat. He grabs hold of your hand as you're about to shut the door, and wants you to sit with him.
He clings onto you the entire drive home, sneaking kisses - so many kisses. And also persuades you to spend the night at Changbin's, so you end up cuddling him to sleep.
And you sleep peacefully for the first time since your break up.
#stray kids#skz#skz stay#hyunjin#hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin x you#hyunjin x y/n#hyunjin fluff#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader#skz x reader
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do you think you could write about a white rabbit reader like how did with wild cat? as in the white rabbit from alice in wonderlandâ whoâs more of a polite anxious mess trying to follow the queens strict rules but is kind of bad at it. possibly shy or on the quieter side like a rabbit beastman would probably be, considering most of the beastmens personalities align with their animal counterparts behavior. and for some reason most of the beastmen we see, or even the merpeople, are all predator animals so i would love to see their interactions with a prey animal. for the first time ever, leona would actually be scientifically correct in calling the reader an herbivore. they would also be the only beastman whoâs not sorted into savanaclaw i imagine. in canonical alice in wonderland, or at least a majority of its interpretations, the white rabbit is considered a neutral, somewhat villain leaning character. he works for the queen but heâs never outright evil, if anything heâs kind of a coward as he is initially terrified of alice. so i can see reader being mostly benevolent and a little bit of a scaredy cat whoâs still relatively friendly. thank you
White Rabbit! Reader x Everyone
Thank you for the request <3 I hope you like it
Character: All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige
Riddle Rosehearts:
Youâre always on edge around Riddle, frantically trying to follow the Queen's rules and his. But you trip over your own feet so often that Riddle ends up scolding you almost every day.
"Rule 76: No running in the halls!" Riddle huffs as you scramble past him, dropping a handful of papers as you trip over your own shoes.
You fumble around, trying to gather the papers while stammering an apology, eyes wide and twitching like a startled rabbit. âS-sorry! I didnât mean toâoh no! Rule 17: Never drop important documents...â
Riddle looks ready to blow up, but when you shoot him those big, panicked eyes, he exhales sharply through his nose, the lecture stuck in his throat. "Just⊠get it together!" he mutters, turning on his heel, clearly flustered. âHow am I supposed to enforce rules when you look like you're going to faint every time I open my mouth?!â
In the back of your mind, you wonder if heâd be so strict if he knew you were working for the "Queen." But you don't have the nerve to tell him that, so you just nod and awkwardly salute.
Trey Clover:
You never quite relax around Trey, even though he's the calmest person in Heartslabyul. Every time youâre near him, youâre just waiting for the moment when heâll ask you to do something scary, like taste one of his experimental dishes orâworseâeat cake in front of Riddle. The idea makes your ears droop.
"Hey, you okay?" Trey asks when he notices you standing stiffly by the kitchen door. Heâs got flour on his apron and a knife in hand, chopping fruit with easy precision.
You jump at the sound of his voice and nearly knock over a stack of plates. "I-Iâm fine!" you squeak, standing even straighter like youâre in the Queenâs court.
Trey chuckles softly. "You know, Iâm not going to bite. Unless Iâm making rabbit stew." He winks.
Your eyes widen in horror, ears trembling. "R-rabbit stew?!"
He laughs, holding up his hands. "I'm kidding! Kidding!" Trey seems to find your reactions endlessly amusing, always leaning in with a gentle smile. "But if you need help relaxing, just say the word. Maybe we can make some tea. No pressure."
But all you hear is "pressure," and you feel like you're about to combust.
Cater Diamond:
Cater thinks you're the cutest thing on two legs, especially when you're in a flustered state. Which, unfortunately for you, is almost all the time.
âYo, lilâ bunny!â Cater calls out as he sidles up to you in the hall, phone in hand. Youâre mid-panic about how youâre going to explain to Riddle why your shoes are untied, your tie is crooked, and you accidentally skipped breakfast because you were too nervous to eat.
You freeze, giving Cater a look like a deer in headlightsâor rather, a rabbit in a snare. âD-donât call me that,â you mumble, ears twitching furiously. âR-Riddle might hearâŠâ
Cater just grins, pulling out his phone to snap a quick selfie of your panicked expression. âYouâve gotta chill! Itâs like, the 5th time today youâve looked like you're on trial.â
You flinch. On trial?! Thatâs even worse! âI-I canât relax! W-what if I break a rule?!â
Cater just pats your head, ruffling your hair. "Well, I think you're doing just fine! Plus, it makes for great content. Smile, #bunnyfails!"
You want to disappear into the ground. But Cater just keeps snapping pics and laughing.
Ace Trappola:
Ace treats you like an adorable walking ball of stress thatâs just begging to be messed with. And who is Ace if not a professional button-pusher?
"Hey! Rabbit!" Ace shouts across the Heartslabyul gardens one day, and you nearly jump out of your skin, spilling tea all over yourself.
âE-Excuse me?!â you sputter, face burning as you frantically blot at the stain on your uniform.
Ace saunters over with a grin on his face. "Oh, sorry. Did I startle you? Youâre just so jumpyâlike, literally! Itâs hilarious!"
"I-Iâm not jumpy!" you insist, but your trembling hands betray you as you fumble with your napkin, accidentally knocking the sugar bowl off the table.
Ace bursts out laughing, nearly doubling over. "Dude, youâre killing me! I swear, every time Iâm around, itâs like watching a sitcom! *This* is quality entertainment!"
You huff, glaring at him, ears drooping. "Iâm not entertainment."
Ace just gives you a thumbs-up. "Sure you are. And the best part is, you do it all for free!"
Deuce Spade:
Deuce wants to help. He really does. But every time he sees you looking like youâre two seconds from a meltdown, he panics even harder than you do.
"W-whoa! Are you okay?!" Deuce exclaims when he finds you frantically digging through your bag, trying to find the Queenâs latest decreeâor was it Riddleâs study notes? You can't remember because youâre too stressed.
"I-I lost the thing! You know, the thing!" you gasp out, waving your arms wildly.
Deuce pales. "Oh no, thatâs bad! I-I can help! What thing?!â
"I DONâT KNOW!" you cry, at the peak of panic now.
Deuce stares at you for a second, eyes wide. Then he also starts scrambling around. "Okay, okay! We can find it! Stay calm! Wellânot calm, but calmer!"
You both end up running in circles until Trey finds you and asks, deadpan, âWhat exactly are you two looking for?â
The silence that follows is deafening.
âUmâŠâ Deuce rubs the back of his head sheepishly. âI... kind of forgot.â
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona knows exactly how to push your buttonsâand he does so with as little effort as possible. For someone so calm and lazy, he seems to get a real kick out of watching you squirm.
âOi, herbivore,â Leona drawls from his usual spot under the shade of a tree. You freeze, clutching your bag tighter as you glance nervously in his direction. âWhy are you sneaking around like a prey animal? Oh, waitâyou are one.â
You flinch and stammer, âI-Iâm not sneaking, Iâm just, um... minding my own business?â
Leona smirks, lazily cracking open one eye to look at you. âIf you âmind your businessâ any harder, youâre gonna trip over your own feet.â
You gulp, taking a step back, but heâs not done with you. âMaybe if you tried relaxing for once, you wouldnât be so jittery.â
âI-I canât help it!â you squeak, nearly tripping as you scuttle away, ears twitching furiously. âI have to follow the rules!â
Leona watches you run off, chuckling lowly to himself. âRules, huh? Just donât drop dead from the stress, or Iâll have to carry your sorry hide out of here.â
You spend the next week worrying that heâs going to jump out of nowhere and pounce on youâbut of course, thatâs way too much effort for Leona.
Ruggie Bucchi:
Ruggie sees you as someone whoâs just begging to be teased, and he has no qualms about taking full advantage of your easily flustered nature.
One day, while youâre doing your best to stay out of trouble, Ruggie sneaks up behind you, flashing that mischievous grin of his. âHey there, Bunny! Need some help with that?â
You yelp and nearly leap out of your skin, sending your stack of papers flying in every direction. âR-Ruggie! You startled me!â
Ruggie snickers as he helps you gather up the papers. âAw, câmon, I didnât mean to. Youâre just too easy, yâknow? Makes me wanna mess with you a little.â
You pout, ears drooping. âW-well, itâs not very nice...â
He shrugs, still grinning. âWhat can I say? Itâs in my nature. But I guess Iâll help you out, just this once.â He leans in closer and lowers his voice, adding, âDonât expect it for free, though.â
Your face goes pale. âWh-what do you want?â
Ruggie chuckles. âRelax, Iâm just teasing! For now, anyway.â He winks before sauntering off, leaving you clutching your papers and wondering if every beastman in Savanaclaw has it out for you.
Jack Howl:
Jack feels a sense of duty to protect you. Even though he thinks youâre a little too skittish for your own good, he respects how hard you try to follow the rulesâeven when you trip over them.
âHey, wait up,â Jack calls after you one day as youâre hurrying across campus. You turn to see him jogging over, looking concerned.
âO-oh! Jack! I-I didnât do anything wrong, did I?â you ask nervously, already panicking that you might have broken some rule.
Jack frowns, crossing his arms. âYou didnât do anything wrong. Why do you always assume you did?â
You blink up at him, ears twitching. âI-Iâm just worried Iâll mess up...â
Jack sighs, shaking his head. âYouâre too hard on yourself. Look, if anyone tries to mess with you, Iâll step in. No oneâs gonna hurt you while Iâm around.â
Your eyes widen. âR-really? Youâd do that?â
Jack nods firmly. âOf course. Youâve got a good heart, even if youâre a bit jumpy. Someoneâs gotta look out for you.â
You smile up at him, feeling a little more reassured. But before you can thank him, you trip over your own feet and fall forwardâright into Jackâs arms.
He catches you easily, looking down at you with a raised brow. âYouâre really something, you know that?â
You blush furiously, scrambling to right yourself. âS-sorry! I-I didnât mean to...â
Jack just chuckles softly. âDonât worry. Iâve got your back, Bunny.â
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul sees your anxiety as an untapped market. Heâs confident he could help soothe your nervesâwith a little contract, of course.
One day, while youâre quietly minding your own business in the Mostro Lounge, Azul slips into the seat across from you with his signature grin. âAh, my dear friend. You seem rather... tense.â
You freeze in place, blinking rapidly. âO-oh! N-no, Iâm just... trying to follow the rules.â
Azulâs eyes gleam behind his glasses. âWhy donât I offer you a deal? I can help alleviate some of that stress of yours. All it would take is a small favor in return...â
Your ears twitch nervously. âU-um... I-Iâm not sure...â
Azul leans closer, lowering his voice to a silky whisper. âImagine itâno more anxiety, no more worries about breaking the rules. All youâd have to do is sign here...â
You nearly pass out from the pressure, eyes darting around the lounge as if looking for an escape. âI-I think Iâm fine! Really! Thank you!â
Azul chuckles darkly as you bolt from the lounge. He watches you go with a sigh. âAh, such potential... But I suppose itâs not every day I encounter a rabbit so determined to resist.â
Jade Leech:
Jade finds your anxious behavior endlessly fascinating. Heâs not one to outright teaseâhe prefers subtletyâbut he enjoys watching you squirm in his presence.
One afternoon, youâre frantically trying to fix a mistake in your homework when Jade appears behind you without a sound. âOh my, is everything alright?â
You yelp, almost knocking over your ink bottle. âJ-Jade! You startled me!â
Jade smiles pleasantly, though you can see a mischievous glint in his eyes. âI apologize. I simply couldnât help but notice how... flustered you seemed.â
You try to calm your racing heart. âI-Iâm just trying to finish this assignment...â
Jade leans over your shoulder, examining your work. âAh, I see. Perhaps I could offer some assistance? Though I must admit, it is rather... amusing to watch you at times.â
You flush, ears twitching in embarrassment. âA-amusing?â
Jade chuckles softly, standing upright again. âIndeed. Youâre quite endearing in your own way.â
Youâre not sure if thatâs a compliment or not, but you nod meekly. âT-thank you... I think?â
Floyd Leech:
Floyd loves messing with you. Itâs as simple as that. Your reactions are priceless, and he never misses an opportunity to make you jump out of your skin.
âBunnyyyyy!â Floyd calls out, voice echoing through the hall as he chases after you. You speed up, desperately trying to get away, but Floyd is faster, his long legs catching up in no time.
He grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around with a grin. âGotcha!â
You practically shriek. âF-Floyd! I-I wasnâtââ
Floyd cackles, bending down to look you in the eyes. âYouâre always so jumpy, Bunny. Itâs fun chasing you! Makes me wanna squeeze you even more.â
You tremble under his intense gaze, feeling like a mouse caught by a cat. âP-please donât squeeze too hard...â
Floyd laughs again and ruffles your hair. âNo promises! But youâre too funny to squish all at once. Guess Iâll just have to keep playing with you!â
You manage a weak smile, trying not to collapse from sheer anxiety. âG-great...â
Kalim Al-Asim:
Kalim is oblivious to your constant anxiety and thinks youâre just really shy. He goes out of his way to befriend you, always offering kind words and gifts to make you feel welcome.
One day, Kalim approaches you with a beaming smile, holding out a brightly wrapped gift. âHey, I got this for you!â
Your ears twitch in surprise. âF-for me? Why?â
Kalim laughs cheerfully. âWhy not? Youâre my friend! And you always look so nervous, I thought this might cheer you up!â
You blink down at the gift, overwhelmed by his kindness. âI-I donât know what to say...â
Kalim grins wider. âNo need to say anything! Just know that if you ever feel anxious, Iâm here for you, okay?â
His sunny demeanor is so contagious that you canât help but smile back. âTh-thank you, Kalim. That means a lot...â
Kalim claps you on the back with a laugh, nearly knocking you off your feet. âNo worries! Weâre friends, after all!â
Jamil Viper:
Jamil is mildly exasperated by your anxious nature. He already has his hands full with Kalim, so dealing with you on top of that feels like another babysitting job. Still, he does his best to help you out when Kalim inevitably ropes you into their social circle.
One day, youâre standing awkwardly at the edge of a party, trying to blend into the wallpaper when Jamil approaches you with a sigh. âYou look like youâd rather be anywhere else.â
You glance at him nervously. âI-I donât want to cause any trouble...â
Jamil pinches the bridge of his nose. âYouâre not causing trouble. Just... relax a little, okay? You donât have to be so anxious all the time.â
You look up at him with wide eyes. âI-I donât know how...â
Jamil sighs again, crossing his arms. âWell, just... follow Kalimâs lead, I guess. He doesnât worry about anything.â
You look over at Kalim, whoâs dancing on a table and laughing without a care in the world. âEasier said than done...â
Jamil gives you a tired look. âTell me about it.â
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil is very much like the Queen you serveâstrict, elegant, and entirely intimidating. Which means every time youâre around him, you end up feeling like youâre going to pass out from sheer anxiety.
âWhy are you slouching like that?â Vil snaps, noticing you trying to fade into the background during a Pomefiore meeting. He points a perfectly manicured finger at you, expression sharp. âPosture is important, darling.â
You immediately stand straighter, ears trembling slightly. âI-Iâm sorry, Vil! I didnât mean toâ"
âHmm,â Vil tilts his head, examining you with a critical eye. âI swear, being around you is like trying to train an anxious little bunny. How am I supposed to shape you into anything presentable if youâre always two seconds away from fainting?â
âI-I promise to do better!â you stammer, sweating bullets.
Vil sighs dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. âJust⊠try not to look like prey when youâre in front of an audience, alright? We canât have Pomefioreâs image ruined because someone mistook you for their lunch.â
You nod furiously, completely unsure how youâre supposed to accomplish that but determined to try.
Rook Hunt:
Rook finds you utterly fascinating, like a rare creature heâs determined to observe in its natural habitat. Which is to say, heâs always popping up out of nowhere and scaring the living daylights out of you.
âMon lapin!â Rook exclaims from behind you, and you jump about three feet in the air, ears standing straight up.
âR-Rook! Please donât do that!â you gasp, clutching your chest as you try to calm your racing heart.
Rook just smiles at you, his eyes glinting with amusement. âAh, but I cannot help it! The way you reactâso pure, so genuine, like a rabbit hearing a twig snap in the forest! Itâs magnifique!â
You gulp, ears slowly drooping back down. âI-I donât think being compared to prey is exactly a complimentâŠâ
âBut of course it is!â Rook insists, stepping closer and giving you a dazzling grin. âYou are a creature of instinct, always alert, always prepared to flee! There is beauty in that, mon ami. And I, as your loyal huntsman, will ensure no harm befalls you.â
You smile nervously, unsure if thatâs comforting or even scarier. âT-thatâs⊠good to know?â
Rookâs eyes sparkle, as if heâs just found his next great challenge. âAh, but one day, I hope to see you without fear, to see the calm, serene smile of a rabbit at rest. What a glorious sight that would be!â
You have no idea how to respond to that, so you just nod, deciding itâs better not to question Rookâs eccentricity.
Epel Felmier:
Epel thinks youâre kind of cool, actually. Youâre nervous all the time, yeah, but youâre also from a strict background and work under pressure constantly. He respects that. Which means heâs decided that youâre his unofficial partner in surviving Vilâs tyranny.
âHey, câmon, you donât need to be that scared of Vil,â Epel says one day, nudging your side as the two of you scrub cauldrons in the alchemy lab. âSure, heâs scary, but if you just stand up to him once, heâll back off⊠probably.â
You glance at Epel, eyes wide. âS-stand up to Vil?! Are you crazy?! I canât do that! Heâll turn me into a newt orâo-or make me into some kind of fashionable accessory!â
Epel chuckles, shaking his head. âNah, he ainât that bad. You just gotta show him youâve got guts. Or at least, like, fake it.â
You swallow hard, ears drooping. âF-faking it sounds risky⊠What if he notices?â
Epel grins, giving you a thumbs-up. âThen we run. Fast. Like the prey animals we are.â
You blink at him, half-horrified, half-impressed. âYou⊠consider yourself a prey animal?â
Epel shrugs. âSometimes, yeah. I mean, what else am I gonna do against Vil? Might as well embrace it. Besides, youâre good at dodginâ people, right? We can make it work.â
You stare at him, processing his words, then sigh in resignation. âI guess weâre in this together thenâŠâ
Epel pats your shoulder with a grin. âThatâs the spirit! Weâre gonna make it through this, bunny style.â
You still have no idea what âbunny styleâ entails, but youâre willing to trust Epelâs wild plansâfor now.
Idia Shroud:
Idia has never related to anyone more in his life. You anxiety is like looking into a jittery, trembling mirror, and for once, Idia is the calm oneârelatively speaking.
âW-wait, you have to deliver a message to the Queen?!â Idia whispers, his hair sparking nervously. âThatâs like, a total nightmare scenario.â
You nod rapidly, wringing your hands. âY-yes, but Iâm already late, and if I donât get there soon, itâs off with my head!â
Idia shivers. âNo way. Iâd rather stay in my room for a thousand years.â He pauses, then adds, âBut, um, if you donât wanna go, maybe⊠I dunno⊠we could⊠not go together?â
You blink at him, your ears twitching at the idea of hiding away instead. âR-really? We can do that?â
He gives you an awkward thumbs-up, his face flushed. âYeah⊠like, whatâs the worst that could happen? Besides decapitation⊠but itâs not like anyone would expect me to be brave, right?â
You both glance at Ortho, whoâs floating nearby and giving you the biggest, most judgmental sigh he can muster.
âYou two need more courage,â Ortho says, shaking his head. âBut Iâll help. Letâs make a plan!â
And just like that, your anxiety spirals back into full-on panic.
Ortho Shroud:
Ortho thinks youâre adorable, but he also realizes that youâre a magnet for trouble. So, naturally, he has to make sure youâre safe at all times.
âGood morning!â Ortho beams, floating beside you as you fumble with your basket of letters. âWhere are you off to today?â
You twitch slightly, looking over your shoulder. âOh, um, just delivering some messages⊠Itâs a bit urgentâŠâ
Ortho smiles, activating his sensors. âNo problem! Iâll track your location and help with navigation!â
You blink, unsure if you should be relieved or more nervous. âT-track my location?â
Ortho nods cheerfully, a holographic map popping up. âYup! We canât have you getting lost in the rose maze again. Remember last time? You were stuck for hours!â
Your ears droop, embarrassed. âI-itâs not my fault everything looks the sameâŠâ
âNot to worry!â Ortho reassures. âIâll make sure youâre in and out in no time! Plus, if you faint from fear, I can carry you.â
The thought of Ortho hauling you over his shoulder while Riddle scolds you is somehow even scarier than getting lost.
Malleus Draconia:
Malleus has never met someone so jittery around himâand thatâs saying something. He finds it⊠oddly endearing.
âGood evening, Child of Man,(Hare(?))â Malleus greets, his deep voice echoing through the hallway.
You jump about a foot in the air, your ears standing straight up. âL-Lord Malleus! I-I didnât see you there!â
Malleus tilts his head, clearly confused. âI was standing right in the middle of the hall.â
You gulp, trying not to show your terror. âS-sorry! I just, um, wasnât expectingâumâdragons are very quiet, apparently!â
Malleus raises an eyebrow, then smiles, showing just a hint of fang. âI assure you, I have no intention of frightening you.â
You nod rapidly, ears still trembling. âO-of course, Your Highness! I mean, whoâs scared? Not me! Totally fine! Super relaxed!â
Malleus chuckles, and the sound is somehow both amused and terrifying. âYou truly are quite⊠peculiar.â
You have no idea if thatâs a compliment or an insult, but you nod like itâs the greatest praise in the world. âT-thank you, Lord Malleus.â
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia finds you endlessly amusing. He likes to see just how much he can tease you before you pass out from fright.
âHello, little rabbit,â Lilia says, appearing out of *nowhere* like he always does.
You squeak, nearly dropping your stack of paperwork. âA-ah! L-Lilia! P-please donât sneak up on me like that!â
He grins, fangs peeking out. âOh, but itâs so much fun. You jump every time, like a startled bunny.â
You frown, puffing your cheeks out indignantly, but it only makes you look cuter. âI-I canât help it! Iâm just⊠easily startled.â
Lilia nods sagely, pretending to consider your words. âPerhaps I should warn you next time? Though that might take away all the funâŠâ
You gulp, trying to decide if heâs joking or not. âP-please doâŠâ
He laughs, patting your head affectionately. âI make no promises, little one. Just stay on your toes!â
Silver:
Silver finds your constant panic a little concerning, but mostly, it makes him tired just watching you.
You find Silver leaning against a tree, dozing off like usual. âUm, Silver? A-arenât you supposed to be training?â
Silver blinks awake, giving you a sleepy smile. âOh, hello. Training? Right, yes, I was. I⊠took a short rest.â
You fidget, eyes darting around nervously. âW-well, um, I donât want to interrupt⊠but could you help me? I think I lost the Queenâs letter again.â
Silver nods slowly, rubbing his eyes. âOf course. But first, you need to breathe. Youâre more jittery than the dormouse.â
You force a shaky breath in, nodding. âR-right. Breathe. I can do that.â
Silver gives you a thumbs-up. âGood. Just stay calm. Weâll find it together.â
And then he promptly falls asleep again.
You stare at him, exasperated. âS-Silver?!â
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek is flabbergasted by your lack of composure. It drives him nutsâbut also, he thinks youâre kind of adorable, like a helpless bunny.
âYOU!â Sebek bellows, making you flinch so hard you almost trip over yourself. âHOW CAN YOU BE THIS INCOMPETENT?!â
You cringe, clutching your ears. âI-Iâm sorry! Iâm trying my best, I swear!â
Sebek huffs, crossing his arms. âYOUR BEST IS BARELY ADEQUATE! YOU MUST STRIVE FOR PERFECTION, LIKE LORD MALLEUS!â
You gulp, nodding frantically. âR-right! Iâll⊠Iâll try harder!â
Sebek looks at your terrified face and sighs, his tone softening just a bit. âFINE, FINE. JUST DONâT MESS UP AGAIN. HERE.â
He hands you the paper you dropped, his ears turning slightly pink. âAND STOP LOOKING SO SCARED. ITâS⊠DISTRACTING.â
You blink at him, surprised. âD-distracting?â
âYES!â he shouts, clearly flustered. âNOW GO! LORD MALLEUS EXPECTS PERFECTION!â
You scurry away, leaving Sebek to mutter to himself, face flushed. âSuch a weak little rabbitâŠâ
Rollo Flamme:
Rollo tries so hard not to be charmed by you, really. He doesnât like distractions, and youâre the most distracting bunny heâs ever met.
âAre you lost again?â Rollo asks with a sigh, watching as you nervously peek around a corner.
You jump, ears twitching. âO-oh, Rollo! I was just, um⊠trying to find the courtyardâŠâ
Rollo pinches the bridge of his nose. âYouâve passed it three times already.â
You fumble with your hands, embarrassment turning your face pink. âI-I was just⊠making sure it was the right oneâŠâ
Rollo looks at your big, earnest eyes and sighs again, softer this time. âYouâre hopeless,â he mutters. Then, reluctantly, he reaches for your hand, leading you back the way you came. âCome on. I canât leave you wandering around all day.â
You follow behind him, ears drooping. âS-sorryâŠâ
Rollo shakes his head, not even looking back. âJust try not to get lost again.â
You canât help but smile a little. âI-Iâll try.â
Neige LeBlanche:
Neige thinks youâre the cutest thing ever. Heâs the kind of person who immediately wants to be friends with you, especially because you look so nervous all the time.
âHello!â Neige waves, beaming at you from across the way.
You blink, startled. âO-oh, um⊠hello, NeigeâŠâ
Neige practically skips over to you, his smile never faltering. âAre you okay? You look a little lost.â
You nod rapidly, trying not to be intimidated by his energy. âY-yes, Iâm fine! Just a little⊠umâŠâ
âAw, donât worry!â Neige says, giving you an encouraging pat on the back. âYouâve got this! I believe in you!â
You stare at him, completely baffled. âYou⊠you do?â
Neige nods earnestly. âOf course! And if you need any help, just let me know, okay? Iâll be your bunny buddy!â
Your ears twitch at the nickname, and you manage a shaky smile. âO-okay⊠Thank you, Neige.â
Dire Crowley:
Crowley finds your constant worrying both exhausting and oddly entertaining. Heâs never seen anyone so concerned about breaking every single rule.
âAh, You!â Crowley calls out, catching you just as youâre about to dash off with a stack of paperwork. âDo you have the reports I asked for?â
You freeze, turning to him with wide eyes. âR-reports? Oh no, IâI thought I delivered those to Professor Trein!â
Crowley sighs dramatically, putting a hand to his forehead. âOf course, of course. Why must I be surrounded by such incompetent students?â
You fidget, looking down at your feet. âI-Iâm sorry, Headmaster⊠Iâll go get them right awayââ
Crowley waves a hand dismissively. âNo, no, I suppose it can wait. You do look like youâre about to pass out from all the running.â
Your ears droop, and you mumble, âI-Iâm not⊠Iâm just⊠very busyâŠâ
He chuckles, shaking his head. âWell, do try not to collapse before lunch, wonât you? I canât have students fainting in my halls.â
You nod, scurrying away. Crowley watches you go, muttering to himself, âHonestly, there's no one more magnanimous than meâŠâ
Divus Crewel:
Crewel is exasperated by your anxious behavior. He wants you to be confident, but instead, youâre always shaking in your boots.
â[Name], if you canât handle a simple potion assignment, how do you expect to survive in this world?â Crewel says, his tone sharp as he points at your cauldron.
You gulp, ears twitching. âI-Iâm sorry, Professor⊠I just, um, thought I might have put too much wormrootâŠâ
Crewel raises an eyebrow. âToo much? Or not enough? Make up your mind, pup.â
Your eyes widen, and you flinch. âR-right! I-I mean, um, not enoughâno, waitâŠâ
Crewel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âThis is hopeless.â Then, with a softer tone, he adds, âFocus. You can do this, but not if you keep second-guessing every move.â
You take a deep breath, nodding. âY-yes, Professor.â
Crewel watches as you go back to your work, and though he doesnât say it, thereâs a hint of a smile on his face. âPerhaps thereâs hope for you yet.â
Mozus Trein:
Trein is generally strict, but even he canât bring himself to be too harsh with you. Your anxious nature reminds him of some of his more timid students in the past.
âYouâre late to class again,â Trein says, giving you a stern look.
You flinch, clutching your bag close. âI-Iâm so sorry, Professor⊠I got lost in the halls againâŠâ
Trein sighs, shaking his head. âYouâve been here long enough to know the way, havenât you?â
You nod, ears drooping. âY-yes, sir⊠I just⊠itâs the Queenâs court day, and I was trying to avoid⊠umâŠâ
Trein raises an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly. âAvoid the Queenâs wrath, hm?â He nods, as if understanding completely. âWell, see that it doesnât happen again. And try to relax. You wonât learn anything if youâre always in a state of panic.â
You bow deeply, almost knocking over your desk in the process. âY-yes, Professor Trein! Thank you!â
Trein sighs as you scurry to your seat, muttering to himself, âPoor child⊠so much anxietyâŠâ
Ashton Vargas:
Vargas canât help but laugh at your feeble attempts at physical activity. Youâre about as coordinated as a baby deerâand just as panicked.
âAlright, everyone! Time for a run around the track!â Vargas shouts, blowing his whistle.
You gulp, your ears already drooping at the thought of running. âU-um, Professor Vargas, Iâm not sure Iâm⊠physically⊠capableâŠâ
Vargas claps you on the back, nearly sending you sprawling. âNonsense! Every beastmanâs got it in them! Even you, little bunny!â
You try to protest, but heâs already started the timer. You stumble forward, your legs shaky, and you can hear Vargas laughing from behind.
âLook at that! The rabbit is really running for their life!â Vargas calls out, and the whole class turns to watch you struggle around the track.
You feel your face burn, but you keep running, heart pounding. Itâs either run or face Vargasâs motivational speeches again, and honestly, youâre not sure which is worse.
Sam:
Sam loves seeing you in his shop, mostly because youâre so jumpy itâs easy to sneak up on youâunintentionally, of course. He finds your reactions amusing.
âHello, hello!â Sam calls out as you walk into his shop, and you jump about a foot in the air.
âAhâM-Mister Sam! I-I didnât see you there!â you stammer, clutching your chest like your heart might leap out.
Sam laughs, leaning over the counter. âYouâre always so jittery, little bunny. Relax! Iâve got just the thing to calm those nervesâŠâ He pulls out a small vial of something labeled âRelaxation Remedy.â
You eye the bottle suspiciously. âUm⊠t-thatâs not⊠gonna put me to sleep, is it?â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âNot unless you drink the whole bottle, friend.â He winks. âIâm just lookinâ out for ya, yâknow?â
You nod, still unsure but grateful. âT-thank you⊠Iâll, um⊠take one, I guessâŠâ
Sam smiles, putting the vial in a bag for you. âNo problem, little imp. Come back if you need more!â
You nod, scurrying out of the shop. Sam watches you leave, shaking his head with a grin. âThat oneâs gonna give themselves a heart attack one dayâŠâ
Grim:
Grim likes to think heâs the bravest in the group, but even he can see youâre worse off than him in the bravery department. He likes to boss you around, mostly to feel better about himself.
âOi, bunny!â Grim shouts, jumping onto your desk. âYou got my homework done yet?â
You squeak, nearly toppling out of your chair. âY-your homework?! Grim, IâI canât keep doing your work for youâŠâ
Grim pouts, waving a paw at you. âOh, come on! Youâre already nervous all the timeâwhatâs a little extra stress, huh?â
You huff, fidgeting with your pen. âG-Grim, Iâm already at my limit! I-Iâve got the Queenâs orders, and Riddleâs rules, and now you want me toââ
Grim interrupts, hopping closer and giving you a smug grin. âYeah, yeah, I get it, youâre a busy bunny. But you know, if you help me, Iâll⊠uh, protect you from any monsters! Yeah, how about that?â
You blink, considering it. âP-protect me? From monsters?â
Grim nods, puffing out his chest. âYup! Iâm the Great Grim, after all! Iâm basically a professional monster hunter.â
You stare at him, unsure, your ears slowly drooping. âI-I guess⊠that would be helpfulâŠâ
Grim smirks, satisfied. âSee? I knew youâd come around!â He jumps off your desk, tail flicking with glee. âAlright, Iâll be back later to pick up my homework. Make sure itâs perfect, okay?â
You sigh, watching him strut away. âH-how did I even get myself into thisâŠ?â
Grim doesnât hear you, already daydreaming about what snack heâll demand from you next. âItâs good to be the boss,â he mutters, chuckling to himself.
You slump in your seat, wondering if there would ever come a day when youâre not running around doing everyoneâs bidding. But then again, you think, maybe thatâs just the fate of a White RabbitâŠ
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