#he's a little lost but he's got the spirit!

[nervousdiythesimspsychic]

The fox and the treasure hunters

part 9.5: Not so graceful

pairing: ateez x fox fm reader

genre: mystery, thriller, adventure

warnings: violence, dark themes, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Stress, blood and gore, Physical Danger, Suffering, Emotional Growth, Trauma,

summary: (y/n) has been on the run her whole life. She is accompanied by the spirit of a fox, which was placed in her mind by a witch. Over the years, she has learned to work alongside the fox, but the trauma of her youth runs deep. Because of this, she is wary and trusts no one. One day, eight men walk toward the village; her instincts tell her that they are here for her. Can these men earn (y/n)'s trust and pull her out of the darkness while they search for the treasure, where (y/n) turns out to be a key player in ways they never expected?

xxx Ziezo

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chapter 9,5: Not so graceful

The hut was still in deep slumber when (y/n) cautiously opened her eyes. The soft sound of breathing filled the space, the rhythm of sleeping bodies unaware that she was already awake.

She moved slowly, testing her legs beneath the blanket. Her muscles protested slightly, but the pain was bearable. She could walk, thanks to Wooyoung and San, who helped her these days.

An uneasy feeling sat in her chest. After everything that had happened a few days ago, she felt... unclean. As if the words, the suspicion, and the lost trust had left a layer on her skin she couldn't shake off. She wanted water. Cold, clear water to wash it all away.

Carefully, she pushed the thin blanket off and placed her feet on the wooden floor. The cold immediately seeped into her skin. She clenched her teeth and stood up as quietly as possible. Her gaze swept over the sleeping men. No one moved.

With slow, controlled steps, she made her way toward the door, holding her breath at every plank that creaked slightly. She placed her hand on the wooden door and pushed it just enough to slip outside.

What she didn’t know was that San was already awake.

He lay on his side, his eyes barely open as he silently observed her movements. He hadn’t slept deeply for a while—maybe because of the new situation, maybe because he was unconsciously keeping an eye on (y/n).

When the door softly closed behind her, he remained still for a few moments. Then, with a sigh, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

"Seriously?" he muttered to himself.

He looked around and decided he didn’t want to handle this alone. With a grin, he turned to Wooyoung, who was sprawled on his stomach, half-thrown over his blanket.

San leaned forward and gave a quick tap to the back of Wooyoung’s head.

"Hey, wake up."

Wooyoung mumbled something and rolled onto his side. San simply shoved his shoulder.

"What?" came the sleepy, irritated response.

"Our little fox is gone."

That got his attention. Wooyoung’s eyes shot open, and he immediately turned over. "What?!"

San gestured toward the door. "She just went outside."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow. "And you didn’t stop her?"

"I’m not stupid. She wasn’t walking like she was trying to escape. But I do want to know what she’s up to."

Wooyoung let out a deep sigh and rubbed his face. "Great. Then Yunho needs to wake up too."

He turned to the sleeping Yunho, who lay peacefully on his back, one arm draped over his eyes. Wooyoung grinned and gave him a firm shove on the shoulder.

"Hey. Wake up, big guy. We’ve got a problem."

Yunho mumbled something unintelligible and barely moved.

San rolled his eyes and took matters into his own hands. He leaned down and whispered just a little too loudly near Yunho’s ear, "(y/n) is gone."

Yunho’s eyes immediately snapped open.

"What?!"

San quickly placed a hand on his mouth to stop him before he woke up the rest of the men. "Don’t be dramatic. She just walked off, she didn’t run away. We’re going to follow her."

Yunho took a deep breath, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. "If she’s not escaping, then what is she doing?"

Wooyoung shrugged. "That’s what we’re about to find out."

The three men quickly threw on something warm and slipped outside. The air was chilly, filled with the fresh scent of morning dew. The forest was still half-dark, but the soft morning light was beginning to filter through the leaves.

San, who had seen which direction (y/n) had gone, took the lead. Wooyoung walked right behind him, while Yunho easily kept pace with his long strides.

They didn’t speak. They observed, listening for the soft footsteps in the distance and the slight rustling of leaves.

When they finally reached the stream, they stopped behind a cluster of trees and saw her.

(y/n) was crouched by the water, her hands submerged in the stream as she quietly washed herself.

There was no tension in her posture that indicated escape. No panic, no rush. Just the calm, silent need to clean herself.

Wooyoung glanced at San and Yunho, grinning. "Well, well. Our fox just wanted to wash up."

San raised an eyebrow. "And now?"

(y/n) took a deep breath and looked at the stream in front of her. The water shimmered in the soft morning light, clear and inviting. Her body still felt sore and stiff, but the thought of fresh, cold water gave her a small sense of relief.

Carefully, she leaned forward and began unlacing her tall boots. The leather laces slid through her fingers as she slowly unknotted them. She placed her boots beside her on a dry rock and rolled up her pant legs to keep them dry.

She placed her hands on the smooth edge of the stream and let her feet sink into the cold water. A shiver ran through her body, but it was refreshing. She gently rubbed her hands over her face, trying to wash away the dirty feeling.

But when she shifted her weight slightly to reach her calf, she felt it.

The soft mud beneath her foot slipped away.

Her eyes widened.

"Oh no—"

With a loud splash, (y/n) completely disappeared into the water.

The quiet forest was suddenly filled with the sharp sound of water crashing around her. A wave splashed over the bank, and she let out a sharp cry as she went under.

Behind the trees, three pairs of eyes watched the scene in utter disbelief.

San, Wooyoung, and Yunho stood frozen, their mouths slightly open, as they witnessed her dramatic plunge into the water.

There was a long, awkward silence.

Then Wooyoung broke it with a fit of hysterical laughter.

"PFFFFT—OH MY GOD."

San clutched his stomach and turned away, trying not to laugh out loud. Yunho had his hand over his mouth, his shoulders shaking.

"That was... that was probably the clumsiest thing I've ever seen," San managed to say, leaning against a tree.

Wooyoung wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and gasped for breath. "And to think we still believed she had that mysterious, elegant fox thing going on! This—this is just pathetic!"

"(y/n) without the fox is just clumsy," Yunho remarked with a barely contained chuckle.

They watched as (y/n) spluttered back to the surface, her hair completely soaked and plastered over her face. She gasped for air, shook her head, and tried to regain some dignity. But all she could do was glare angrily at the water as if it had personally betrayed her.

Wooyoung placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm himself. "Okay, okay... we need to help her. But I swear, if she gets mad, I’m gonna lose it."

San and Yunho nodded, their faces still tight with suppressed laughter.

They stepped out from behind the trees and strolled toward the stream at an almost leisurely pace, as if they hadn't just been laughing at her.

"(y/n)," San began with a wide grin. "Looking for some refreshment?"

She jerked her head up and spun around instantly. Her eyes widened in pure humiliation when she saw them standing there.

Wooyoung looked the most relaxed, his arms loosely crossed with an amused smirk on his face. San stood with one hand on his hip, watching her with a tilted head, while Yunho folded his arms and simply raised an eyebrow.

"So," Wooyoung started with an exaggerated sigh, "we wake up, and what do we find? Our little fox has run off."

(y/n)’s eyes narrowed. "You followed me?"

"Of course," San said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "What did you think? That we'd just let you disappear?"

(y/n) squinted at them. "I wasn’t escaping."

"Oh?" Yunho leaned against a tree smirking. "Then what exactly were you doing?"

Wooyoung couldn't help himself and took a step forward, his face the picture of innocence. "Oh, don’t worry, we didn’t see anything."

He grinned.

"Except, well, your complete and total downfall."

(y/n) wanted to sink into the earth.

San reached out a hand. "Come on, before you drift off any further."

With a deep sigh, (y/n) grabbed his hand and reluctantly let herself be pulled out of the water. Her clothes clung to her body, her face was red with embarrassment, and the three boys made no effort to hide their amusement.

Wooyoung patted her encouragingly on the shoulder. "This was absolutely the best way to start the morning. I thank you for this gift." while he bowed in front of her.

(y/n) clenched her jaw.

Yunho shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at her with amusement. "Time to warm up before you actually get sick."

(y/n) muttered something unintelligible and stomped off toward the forest path, her clothes wet and sticky against her skin. Her hair hung like a messy curtain over her face, and with each step, she could still feel the cold water seeping through her clothes. This was... humiliating.

Behind her, she heard muffled laughter.

"I don’t know," Wooyoung said with a grin as he stepped beside her. "But if you were really planning to escape, I’d say you made a dramatically bad start."

San shook his head, wiping away a tear of laughter. "She wasn’t escaping, Woo. This was clearly a new tactic—confuse your enemies by making a complete fool of yourself."

Yunho chuckled softly and nodded. "A master plan. Very strategic."

(y/n) balled her fists and turned around with a glare that could kill. Her eyes burned with fury.

"I. Was. Not. Escaping."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow and held up his hands in mock innocence. "Ooooh no, of course not. Because if you were, you’d have done it completely differently, right?"

(y/n) let out a frustrated sigh and shook the water from her sleeve with a sharp flick. "Yes, exactly! Because if I wanted to escape, I would’ve done it already without you even noticing!"

The three boys exchanged a glance—then burst into laughter at the exact same time.

"Oh, sure," San said, his shoulders shaking with laughter and quoted one of the rumors of the girl. "The great, mysterious fox, so elegant and untouchable, slipping away like a shadow in the night. Oh, wait—" He grinned. "Except when there's mud."

Wooyoung couldn’t resist. "Or a stream."

Yunho added to it. "Or… gravity."

(y/n) growled in frustration and flicked her wet hair out of her face, her eyes locked onto the path ahead. "You are all terrible."

"No, no," Wooyoung corrected her, "we're amazing. And besides, we’re not the ones who just went headfirst into a tiny stream."

(y/n) snorted and quickened her pace, her cheeks burning from both embarrassment and mild frustration.

The three boys walked behind her at a relaxed pace, still grinning.

"But hey," San said lightly, "if it makes you feel better, you almost convinced us. We really thought you had an escape plan."

Wooyoung nodded dramatically. "Yeah, absolutely. And then… BAM! Mother Nature said, ‘Nope.’"

Yunho held back his laughter, but his wide smile gave him away. "And now you’re all nice and clean. A win-win, right?"

(y/n) shot them a murderous glare and forced herself not to throw rocks at their heads.

But when Wooyoung casually draped an arm around her shoulders, whistling as if he felt no danger at all, she could only sigh.

"I really hate you guys," she muttered.

"Uh-huh," Wooyoung answered with a wide grin. "And that’s why you’re still walking back to the hut with us, Little Fox."

(y/n) stiffened slightly at that nickname but chose not to address it.

Instead, she grumbled, "Don’t call me that."

San and Yunho exchanged an amused glance as the hut came into view.

Wooyoung playfully squeezed her shoulder and flashed her a mischievous look. "We’ll see about that."

(y/n) rolled her eyes and walked inside with a sigh.

The three boys remained outside, looking at each other with wide grins.

"Well," San said, pushing a strand of hair from his face, "at least she’s acting like herself again."

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah… and I’m still her favorite person."

Yunho shook his head. "That is exactly what she didn’t say Wooyoung."

The three of them laughed softly before finally stepping inside, ready for whatever the day had in store.

The hut’s door creaked loudly as three grinning men stepped inside… facing a dripping, visibly grumpy (y/n) who was looking at the other guys who were now awake.

The rest of the group paused their conversations and looked up in surprise. Hongjoong tilted his head, Yeosang raised an eyebrow, and Jongho glanced between San, Wooyoung, and Yunho, who looked way too amused.

"What the hell happened?" Mingi was the first to ask, eyeing (y/n) with a frown. Her soaked clothes clung to her body, her hair was a dripping mess, and her glare was downright murderous.

Wooyoung spread his arms dramatically. "Our Little Fox thought she was an elegant creature of the night… and then the stream won."

A few beats of silence.

And then—

Full on Laughter.

Loud and unrestrained.

(y/n) clenched her fists, her cheeks even redder than before. "Shut. Up."

San nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Woo, shut up. I mean, it’s not like she first tried to gracefully step over a rock before spectacularly falling."

That was it.

The men burst into laughter again.

(y/n) growled, stomped to the back room for dry clothes, and slammed the door behind her.

Wooyoung grinned. "Well, that was the morning show."

next chapter

[cicimellie]

Is it bad that I think oMark could really help oHelena become a better person because he has experienced what healthy relationships feel like? Like, I'm saying all this with the owed respect to Gemma ofc, but I think she would've wanted him to be happy and it sounds like she was the kind of woman who just understands broken people IRL (her job was teaching and we don't really know what but we do know that the best teachers are those who understand their students). I think Gemma's spirit would see through Helena and she would sympathize with how lost and lonely she is.

waittt oh my gosh hi you're my first ever ask ilysm -- AND its about severance???? amazing. see, im kinda torn on the matter! on one hand, i think it would be so great if outtie mark and helena found some sort of happiness with one another, i sympathize so much with how the environment helena was raised in affected her and how we see there was a chance for her to have grown up better (helly) and ofc o!mark deserves to be happy again and the potential for their relationship and the conflict and emotions they'd get to work out is so compelling 😭 but within the parameters of the show and what we've seen, i think it's just ....doomed 😔 like markhelly low-key my ultimate otp right now and i want them to succeed so bad because mark s and helly deserve so many good things but also, i fully acknowledge that mark s EXISTS cause of mark scout's love for gemma and is reintegrating out of that same love and now there's doubt and betrayal and fear after woe's hollow and -- I'm getting distracted. while i don't think gemmark is going to have a happy ending, i think that mark's love for gemma and the still mysterious circumstances of her death and helena pretending to be helly means any goodwill for helena negates that possibility. BUT i think it's tragic because there is such a possibility that mark could make her better sighhhh. i got a little ramble-y but i absolutely love your ask and your take. gorgeous

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@hugsandchaos I'm on a fucking roll.

"Danny admiring and tracing his fingers on Manny’s scars. Just picture it; Danny holding Manny’s face and looking at some of the less noticeable scars on his face or maybe his hands, and Manny is secretly loosing it on the inside because Danny is holding his face or his hand and being so careful, what the hell-- And the reverse is just as good, especially if Danny has the litchenberg scar because the death scar concept is awesome, but I think about Danny admiring Manny’s scars and Manny proudly telling the stories of how he got them a lot."

How about both?!

We got some drunk teenagers being affectionate. Manny's a little mellow since he's overwhelmed. But they're so touchy and in love?

Danny had never been drunk before.

Not really, anyway. He’d had a beer once (hated it), taken a sip of one of Tucker’s questionable mixed drinks (also hated it), and had definitely inhaled something ectoplasmic once that made him floatier than usual (jury was still out on that one).

But this? This was different.

Manny, with a smug grin and a twinkle of mischief in his brown eyes, had pulled a bottle of tequila out of his bag like it was the best thing he’d ever stolen.

Danny had eyed it warily. "That is a lot of alcohol."

"Sí, and?" Manny grinned, shaking the bottle teasingly. "Come on, give me fun Danny."

Danny huffed, arms crossed. "My parents are out of town. Jazz is gone. If they find out I got drunk, I’m dead."

Manny wiggled his eyebrows. "We’re already breaking rules, eh, Phantom? What’s a little alcohol?"

Danny had no real counter-argument, so, with a dramatic sigh, he let Manny pour them each a shot. One turned into two. Two turned into three. And then—

Well.

Now they were sprawled across the couch in Danny’s dimly lit living room, tequila bottle a little more than half-empty between them, warm and loose-limbed from the alcohol.

Danny was giggling. Actually giggling.

Manny, tipsy but still cocky as ever, threw an arm around Danny’s shoulders, his body very much leaning into Danny’s personal space. "You—" he pointed a lazy finger, "are a very, very bad influence, mi amor."

Danny snorted. "Me?" He flopped sideways, letting his head rest against Manny’s shoulder. "You’re the one who smuggled tequila across the border."

"Pfft. Details."

They sat in comfortable silence, tangled together on the couch, both of them excessively touchy in their drunken state. Manny’s fingers idly toyed with the drawstring of Danny’s hoodie, while Danny absently traced patterns over Manny’s arm, his touch light, almost absentminded.

Then Danny blinked as something caught his attention.

His fingers stilled as they brushed over a scar over Manny’s left eye—the one that slashed through his eyebrow, slightly jagged, like a wound that had been deep at one point. Danny had always wanted to ask about it.

So, with all the grace of a drunk man on a mission, he poked it. "How’d you get this?"

Manny blinked, looking flustered as he immediately failed to meet Danny’s gaze. "Uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I actually gave that one to myself."

Danny’s drunken brain latched onto that immediately. "Really?!" He leaned in, his eyes wide, very interested now.

Manny groaned, clearly debating if he should even answer. But Danny was looking at him like he’d just asked for the world’s greatest story, so with a deep sigh, Manny caved.

"Yeah," he muttered. "It was the first time I used the belt." He waved a vague hand. "Sliced my own eye real good. Papá used it as a ‘life lesson’ opportunity—" he made huge air quotes, "—but we didn’t realize ‘til way later that I lost most of my vision because of it."

Danny squinted. "Wait. You can still see when you use your powers, though, right?"

Manny nodded, relaxing slightly. "Sí. For some reason, when my eyes glow with the ancient tiger spirit or whatever, I can see perfectly fine."

Danny, still very much drunk, blinked slowly. "Wild."

Then his eyes shifted to another scar—one wrapped around Manny’s wrists, jagged and slightly raised, like something had cut deep and healed badly.

Danny didn’t even think before asking. "What’re these from?" His words were slurred but still heavy with curiosity.

Manny flushed instantly. "Oh. Uh…" He shifted, clearly debating how much to say before sighing. "I got those the first time someone cut off my grappling chains."

Danny frowned. "…What?"

"Apparently," Manny continued, "that counts as cutting my hands off."

Danny startled, sitting up a bit straighter. "You’re kidding!"

Manny snorted. "I wish." He flexed his fingers slightly, tilting his wrist as he examined the scar. "It hurts like a motherfucker."

Danny stared at the mark, his drunken mind running a bit slower but very determined about one thing.

So, without thinking, he grabbed Manny’s wrist, lifted it to his mouth, and kissed the scar.

It was a little clumsy, a little off-center, but very deliberate. Then Danny looked up, grinning. "There! Now it shouldn’t hurt!"

Manny froze. His brain shut down completely.

His hand immediately went to cover his face, but Danny still saw it—the deep, undeniable blush spreading across Manny’s cheeks.

Danny’s brain, now thoroughly drunk and invincible, took that reaction as encouragement.

With a slightly mischievous smirk, he grabbed Manny’s other wrist and did the same thing—another gentle, slightly off-balance kiss pressed against the scar. This time, he met Manny’s eyes while he did it.

"Díos mío," Manny barely managed, voice dangerously close to a squeak.

Danny beamed, very pleased with himself. "Tigre down?"

Manny made a wounded noise and flopped backward onto the couch, dramatically covering his face with both arms. "Ay, mi corazón, you are going to be the death of me."

Danny giggled, absolutely delighted. "Guess I better kiss all your scars then."

Manny groaned, his whole body going boneless from sheer overload. "You’re going to kill me. You’re actually going to kill me."

Danny, still drunk, leaned over him, grinning like a menace. "Better drink more so you don’t remember in the morning."

Manny, very much losing his mind, just groaned again and buried his face in a couch pillow.

Danny laughed and he spent the last several minutes draped over Manny with the grace of a drunk teenager, kissing every scar he could reach—big and small.

Manny, meanwhile, lay beneath him, eyes wide, looking like he was about two seconds from spontaneously combusting.

Danny, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying himself. Then, suddenly, a thought hit him. He sat back onto his heels so fast that Manny visibly inhaled like he could finally breathe.

Manny started to sit up, still looking very flustered, but before he could regain any sense of control, Danny reached for the hem of his hoodie.

"¡Aye!" Manny yelped, immediately panicking. "We’re both drunk! Don’t start getting naked!"

Danny scrunched his eyebrows, already halfway out of his hoodie. "I’m not?"

And then, with all the confidence of someone who had absolutely zero shame in his current state, Danny tossed his hoodie and t-shirt aside.

Manny made a noise somewhere between a dying cat and a strangled bird. "¡Aye, carajo! Danny! What the fuck?!"

Danny just grinned, voice slurred but full of amusement. "You showed me yours, I show you mine?"

Manny, wildly flustered, scrambled to catch up. "What are you talking about, idiota?!"

Danny let out a giggle—an actual, adorable, drunken giggle—and grabbed Manny’s wrists, pulling him close. "See?"

And then he guided Manny’s hand to his left side.

Manny blinked, his tequila-addled brain trying to process—And then he saw them.

His breath hitched.

Trailing up Danny’s left arm, spanning across his chest and stopping just at his collarbone, were the faintly glowing green marks—jagged, branching, unmistakable.

"Díos mío," Manny gasped, his hands moving before he even thought about it, fingertips tracing along the uneven lines, soft, reverent. "What…?"

Danny’s breath stuttered in his chest at the touch, but he managed to murmur, "Lichtenberg scars. Got ‘em when the portal activated with me in it."

Manny’s hands stilled for a second, his wide, golden eyes locking onto Danny’s face. "…Wait." His voice dropped. "You mean—"

Danny nodded. "It’s technically my death mark."

Manny’s expression cracked into something shocked and distraught. "Death mark?"

Danny exhaled, buzzed but still steady. "Yeah." He shrugged. "There’s only one way to become a ghost, Manny."

Manny stared, jaw slightly slack.

Danny continued, "But the portal also brought me back. I’m only half dead? That’s why the scar kinda… glows."

Manny’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. His brain had completely stopped functioning. "¿Qúe carajo," he whispered.

And then, before Danny could react, Manny leaned forward.

Danny barely had time to register what was happening before Manny was in his lap, head tilted downward as his lips gently pressed against the center of Danny’s chest, right over the faint, glowing scars.

Danny gasped.

Heat flooded his face, his entire body tensing. "H-Hey!"

Manny, completely unbothered, just shrugged against him. "You did it to me."

Danny opened his mouth, fully intending to argue—And then Manny grabbed his left wrist, bringing it up between them, and started kissing his way down the length of the scar.

Danny completely forgot what he was going to say.

Manny's lips brushed every jagged turn in the scar, trailing from Danny’s collarbone to his shoulder, then slowly down his arm, each press of warmth making Danny’s breath stutter.

Danny swallowed, voice shaky. "Manny…"

"Shh," Manny murmured, voice softer, deeper.

Danny shivered.

Manny kissed the inside of his wrist, lingering there for a moment before finally pulling back—just enough to look at him, eyes hazy but warm. "You’re incredible, mi amor."

Danny, drunk and overwhelmed, just let out a breathy laugh, his entire face burning. "I'm never drinking with you again."

Manny grinned—a little too pleased with himself—before flopping back onto the couch, dragging Danny down with him.

Danny landed half on top of him, groaning. "This is your fault."

"And?"

Danny huffed but didn’t move. "You’re ridiculous."

"Sí."

They stayed like that, tangled together, warmth buzzing between them, the taste of tequila on their lips and the weight of each other’s hands on old scars.

And if they woke up the next morning horribly hungover and very much still wrapped around each other—

Well.

Danny wasn’t complaining.

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Hey! I saw that reqs are still open, so I was wondering-- may I request Todoroki from MHA x reader? Perhaps romantic if you're comfortable with that? (If not, platonic is alright) I'm not sure if I should specify the type of content for the req-- if so, this would be a tickle req ^^

{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! This is an older ask!}

Oh my soul- my love, my heart! Have I mentioned how much I adore Todoroki? Hands down one of if not my favorite MHA character! (And I have a lot lols) Anon this is beyond sweet! I've gotcha covered!

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You loved your boyfriend…even if he could be a bit dense.

“I’m so hungry.” You rubbed your stomach with a small grin, looking up at Todoroki. “I could use a snack. Are you available?”

The half-n-half hero stared at you, face a canvas of confusion. “What..oh.” He turned back to his bag suddenly, digging around before pulling out a bag of chips. “You can have these if you’re hungry.”

You blinked at him, thrown off your game momentarily. Quickly though, you recovered. “Thanks. I suppose you wouldn’t be a snack- you’re my whole meal!”

Todoroki looked at you, then down at the chips. “I don’t think these would count for a suitable dinner, (Y/N)..”

“GAH!” You let out an exasperated sound as you fell against him, face pressed into his arm as you struggled not to laugh. “Shoto, that’s not what I meant!”

“Huh? Wait, are you not hungry?” Todoroki was completely baffled. “Or do you not want these? Cause I can get you something else. How about some soba- why are you laughing?” You had given up holding back, grinning up at him through your giggles. “(Y/N)?”

“Shoto! I was trying to flirt with you!” You cried out, shaking your head. “Hasn’t anyone ever called you a snack before? Said they could just ‘Eat you up’?”

“Not really. Though I don’t make it a habit to befriend cannibals so..” He shrugged, starting to smile himself when you let out a whoop, nearly falling over. “Sorry, sorry- try again; I’ll get it this time!”

“Pfft- okay. Hey there, handsome! Are you from tennessee? Cause you’re the only TEN-I-See!” You finished your terrible pick up line with a finger gun and a tongue click, winking charmingly.

“.....I’m from Japan though?” Todoroki tilted his head like a lost puppy. You almost sank to the ground at the utter oblivion before you. “I think I heard Midoriya say that once- is it an All Might thing?”

“Oh my god- okay, fair enough; let’s try this again.” You cleared your throat, smiling once more. “Heaven called- they said they were missing an angel.”

“You can call the afterlife?” He gaped at you. “But your quirk is-”

“Shoto!” You all but screamed, throwing your hands up like an exasperated muppet. Todoroki zipped his mouth up, lips twitching upwards. “How can someone be so beautiful but so…so..thick?!”

“You tell me.” He mimicked your earlier pose, faltering when you narrowed your eyes at him. “Ugh..that wasn’t a pick up line, was it?”

“Shoto..” You took a dangerous step forward, making him back up. Seconds later, you were chasing him around the area. “Come here you block-head!”

“My head is average shaped!” He cried back, yelping when you tackled him from behind. In a matter of seconds, you were both on the ground. “No wait! Wait please- (Y/N) I’m sorry!”

“You don’t even realize why you’re sorry!” You sat on him, your previous anger melting into mischief as you grabbed a wrist, pinning it up and out of the way. “It seems you need a lesson in flirting- allow me to be your tutor!”

“Nohoho, wahahhait!” He cried out when you began poking at his side, fingers curled and gentle as they traced the sensitive skin. “Ehehe-eeeeh! Gehahhhaha, no pleahhase! Thihiis ihihisn’t te-tehehahhching!”

“Sure it is! Everytime you misunderstand my lines, you get a tickle!” You poked along his upper ribs, keeping your touch soft as he winced and jerked beneath you. “You misunderstood all of them so far, so you get lots of tickles!”

“Thahat’s becaahause your lihihines aren’t gohohoho-Eheheh!” Todoroki all but squealed when you jabbed at his armpit, using two fingers to really rocket in it. His arm jerked harshly, but your grip was unfazed. “Sthahahap, nohohoho!”

“I’ll admit- my lines are outdated.” You confessed, drawing little shapes into the sensitive spot just to hear him cry out. “But as my boyfriend, you should act like they’re the best lines ever!”

“Ehehehaha! Gehahaha! Fihihihne, fihihihne- mohohove soohohmehere ehehelse!” He pleaded, gasping for air when you temporarily stopped. “Ohoohkay..ohhoohkay..hit me wihiihth one thehen.”

“Are you ready?” You asked. After he nodded you filed through your brain for a good line. “Hmm..Hey, I lost my phone number, can I have yours?”

“Hehe..hehe..ohooho- right. Erm..sure?” He grinned sheepishly, nearly breaking your defenses. Even confused, he was so cute.

“Better.” He let out a small sigh of relief.

Then screeched when you grabbed his thigh. “AHH! NOHOHOHO COHOHOOME OHOHOHON!”

“But not what I’m looking for!” You cried back, laughing along with him as he flailed beneath your touch. “Tickle tickle, Shoto~”

“OOHOHNE MHOOHORE CHAHHANCE PELAHAHHASE!” He begged, cheeks as red as his left side as he desperately reached for the hand on his leg. “HAHAHVE MEHEHEHRCY!”

“Pfft- okay okay.” You watched him catch his breath after you stopped, chest heaving and eyes wet with mirth. “This one’s for all the marbles, okay?”

“Whahat mar-Oohohkay.” He stopped himself from asking, his tired face gaining a look of determination. “Bring it on!”

“Do you know CPR?” You asked very seriously, leaning in till you were nose to nose with him. “Cause you’re taking my breath away.”

Todoroki blinked, his thoughts clearly on his face. For a moment, you were sure you were gonna lose him.

Then his eyes widened, cheeks heating up for an entirely new reason as he nodded. “Oooooooh, cause you..want me to…kiss you?” He offered, delivery shaky but eyes bright with hope. You couldn’t hold back your burst of laughter as you fell into his chest, hugging him close. “Did I get it right?”

“Aheahhaha! Oohoh my gohohod I love yoohohu!” You cackled, nuzzling his neck and making him scrunch with a few loose giggles. “Yohohou got it! Yohoohu got it!”

“Oh. Oh!” He sounded so proud. Then utterly baffled. “I don’t really get it. How does that have to do with kissing?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted once you calmed down, snuggling him close. “It’s like those things people say when they’re in love. ‘You take my breath away’, ‘You make my heart skip a beat.’ Things like that.”

“Sounds…dangerous.” Todoroki admitted after a moment. “Sorry, (Y/N)- I don’t think I’ll ever get this flirting thing.”

“It’s fine.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I love that sort of thing about you. You’re a little dense, but you’re also honest and upfront about your feelings. It makes you, you.”

“I can live with that.” He turned his head so he could properly kiss you, pulling you close and melting into your embrace. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Shoto.”

Thanks for reading!

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[maybebitterxox]

The pitch for Buffy The Vampire Slayer was probably just “What if there was a girl who could kill vampires. And she can Never Catch A Fucking Break”

[slamrink]

Nothing to see here just steph stealing glances of klay like he’s afraid he’s going to get caught 😃😃 (via namxsj on twitter )

[hyunpic]

hyunjin ♡ wkorea: love your w

[welcometogrouchland]

I miss them so bad (Dick and Damian)

[fisheito]

So I was looking at waiter Yakumo and noticed that he had wavy hair. His hair straight normally so who was the one who curled his hair? DOES KLEIN EVEN HAVE CURLING IRONS???? Anyways all of this is to say please imagine Eiden helping Yakumo get ready and that involves putting those old timey curlers in Yakumo's hair before he went to bed so he can have curls the next morning

uhdisomFINMF u are making me IMAGINE!!!!!! yakumo about to apply for the job and wondering if he should present himself a certain way eiden going ;))) you look sexy with your hair pushed back ;))) (but before yakumo can stutter out his embarrassment) eiden gives him the very encouraging "but for real i think you look great as you are!! <3" then aster crashes onto the scene and announces that he will not have his servants treasured colleagues looking anything less than PEAK presentable!!!!! *whips out the old timey pink hair curlers*

[stfrancisprayer]

dexter fletcher-sunbaenim does a little bit of aegyo on the south korean press tour of rocketman (2019) 🫰🫶

[racingliners]

Brawn GP Team Principle Ross Brawn pitches in during the red flag period at the Malaysian Grand Prix - Sunday 5th April 2009

[affluent-havoc]

[texasthrillbilly]

New number just dropped.

Numerically, you write it as I=I.

[chloecherrysip]

breaking news: local woman goes to the movie theater and somehow DOESN'T see the mario movie again for the millionth time? who IS she??????

[25choripanes]

They're doing some serious business