#thank you for 300 btw <3 enjoy this piece of trash

[daisukissed]

part two of my animal crossing series

❧ pairing: todoroki shouto x gn!reader

❧ synopsis: in which your hatred towards the island's hearthrob melts into something warmer

❧ genre: headcanons, fluff

❧ warnings: cursing

- he was the talk of the town when he first came

- girls and boys were flocking in front of the residence services just to take a glimpse at him

- which annoyed you SO much cause you're trying to pay loans here

- not getting squeezed into oblivion as you try to reach the front door of the building

- it's a godsend that there were actually no signs of people inside, much thanks to bakugou's fiery personality

- so you opened the door, the cold air-conditioned room welcoming you and immediately took a look at the infamous boy that got the whole island down to their knees for him

- and,,, ,, oh wow,,, okay,,,, you kinda get the hype now,,,,,

- B U T

- just because he has a pretty face doesn't mean that he could go and make your life harder than it is

- so it's safe to say that your first impression on todoroki isn't that great </3

- which is kinda unfair to him cause it's not his fault that he's born with a good looking face!!!!

- but that's besides the point

- anyways, it's as if all of the gods above knew of your slight disdain towards the red and white haired boy, choosing to test your limits by putting you in this situation

- this situation where you're forcefully paired up with the said boy, having to share a hefty amount of your precious time with him

- cause being the island's representative and all, bakugou just had to assign you to this project on improving the island's ratings

- and of course, who could be more perfect in assisting you other than his secretary, todoroki shouto?

- "okay, you know what!!! maybe he isn't as bad as you think!!!! maybe you'll get along with him!!!!!!" you thought to yourself

- wrong.

- "todoroki-san, could you help me sort this part out?"

- "??????? ???? you can't do something this easy?"

- "todoroki-san, what do you think of this one i did?"

- "it's downright bad, honestly."

- Hlj$//&Jssl&2&/&:!2@/

- you hate him. you truly, absolutely, utterly despise him.

- funny thing is, he doesn't even know that he's doing these things to you

- bb's just honest and blunt to the core

- but you don't know that and thinks he's doing it purposely instead

- so you pay back by pulling these subtle and childish pranks

- like putting a plastic cockroach on his desk somewhere

- or ruining his coffee with handfuls of salt

- which all failed btw, you should've known this emotionless bitch would drink salted coffee like it's a normal thing smh

- somewhere along the lines of your messy interactions and one-sided hatred, you find yourself paying more and more attention to him

- like how he always plays with his fringes when bored

- or how he would always stifle this cute chuckle whenever you complain about your failed pranks

- and what!!!! noooOoo!! you're definitely not going soft for this guy wdym!!

- you definitely are

- anyways, this led to you realizing that he's actually stressed 24/7??????

- which isn't much of a surprise cause you'd be too if your boss is bakugou

- but what you don't get is why he wouldn't quit this job when there's better jobs out there outside this secluded island

- so you ask

- and he starts telling you all these details about his life like his father's high standards, the dreadful abuse, and his relationship with his mom and siblings

- "living here is much more better than staying at that house, even if it means i'll have to work day and night everyday."

- fuck!!! who's chopping the damn onions here!!!!!

- your thoughts on todoroki shifted considerably that day and so did your feelings as well

- and by that i mean the irresistible urge to burden and trouble his already chaotic life

- petty insults and arguments turned into toned down talks, stink eyes and pouts into silent respect

- you were already loosening up to him without even noticing

- it was on a fine sunday when the aloof boy seemed to be exceptionally stressed, even more so than usual

- his under eye circles were dark, his patience thin and hair disheveled, his skin pale and gray

- he kinda looked like someone who would offer you drugs in a dark alleyway ngl

- of course, you can't just let your beloved partner lose his goddamn mind over some paperworks, can't you?

- cause who will be doing all the work if he falls sick or takes a leave? definitely not you!

- you'd rather leave this island than work on this humongous project alone

- so you're totally not doing this because you were worried for him or something pfffttt

- grabbing an arm to pull him from the seat he was stuck to for days, you guide him to the outside world, the warm sunlight immediately greeting the both of you

- "y/n?? what are we doing, we got work to-"

- "i'm not working with someone who can't even think straight. we're taking the day off."

- bakugou's at the back FUMING at the disappearance of you two rn

- you start walking down the grassy field with todoroki by your side, making your way to the vast sea of blues

- the smell of wide ocean air and strong breeze hit you upon arriving at the beach, small grains of sands lying beneath your feet

- todoroki's all like: ??????? why are we at the beach????

- and you're like: to fish???? duh, we're here to relax????????

- wrong again.

- hours passed as you spent the time reeling fishes by fishes, the young boy doing the same.

- the sun had set by now, dyeing the once blue sky a beautiful orange, streaks of pink accompanying it

- "y/n it's getting late now, we should go"

- "no no no no no, i swear i'll catch something good this time"

- ..............

- "y/n that's your 33rd sea bass"

- you let out a frustrated scream as you released the slimy fish, lips pulling into a sulky frown

- "i fucking hate this day."

- standing up from the pier you were previously sitting on, you turned towards the tall boy, an unsatisfied feeling overcoming you

- and that's when you saw it.

- a gentle and kind smile. one so warm that it made you think twice if what you're seeing is in fact, real. one that made you wish would never fade away.

- todoroki shouto actually smiled

- your plan of de-stressing failed when you decided to try out fishing but the moment you saw his smile, you felt it was all worth it.

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[it-is-reigning-men]

Most of the Time [Jeff Hardy x Reader]

Request for Anon: Where you live in North Carolina for just the summer and one day this guy comes sputtering through on his motorbike because he ran out of gas in your front yard. You help him out and get to know him and then he disappears until some days later he comes back and asks you for a ride. (This is when he was younger btw!)

A/N: For once this isn’t smut!! wow !! I hope y’all still enjoy my fluffy stuff. Plus a teeny bit of angst. I actually really enjoyed writing this out, though I took a lot of breaks because certain parts got rocky.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drugs/rehab

You needed the time alone.

It was weird to think that, when you were always complaining about the feeling.

That didn't change the fact you just needed to find something - god knows what - without any therapists or disappointed mother or fake friends to go giving you their "ancient wisdom."

After a lot of the usual yelling and door slamming, you'd managed to convince your mom (or really, your dad to talk to your mom) to let you have the old summer home in North Carolina. Maybe the thing that got her to let up and not force you along with them on vacation was that she thought the old house would get you to recall just how angelic you used to be. Or maybe she was just tired.

Whatever the reason, you didn't blame her. You were tired too.

...

The house wasn't huge, but it wasn't no 300 square feet; it was cozy as you remembered it, and honestly, what made it so comforting was having it all to yourself. You plopped down on the couch, curling into a blanket before switching the TV on. It only had the basic cable channels, but you weren't really watching it anyway... the dull noise helped you relax.

Days went on languidly, and it wasn't long before boredom set in. Contented boredom, but boredom nonetheless.

During the last week of your first month there, you emerged from the house and sat on the porch, eyes running over the grass of the front yard. It was hardly a yard, with long, dry pieces of grass sprinkled about.

You went around back to see if the lawnmower was still there. Indeed it was.

"Could use some... cardio, I guess."

Wheeling the thing out front, you managed to flatten out a good 2/3 of the yard before the damn motor died out; you were frustrated enough from spending at least ten minutes trying to get the thing running, so you left it outside.

Dragging your feet all the way back indoors, you splashed your face in the bathroom sink, before peeking into the mirror's medicine cabinet for some painkillers.

Okay.

So you weren't surprised the bottles you found were extremely expired, but you were more upset that you'd dived for medications even though your head was just barely throbbing. Maybe it wasn't even throbbing at all.

Weak.

You sighed, swiping all the contents of the cabinet into the trash can and tying the trash bag with a knot so you could dispose of it completely.

When you got to the porch again, chucking the small bag of garbage into the pickup bin, your ears picked up on something odd. A sort of sputtering, and it was getting closer.

The sputtering turned into an audible 'fuck.'

Well, maybe that was just the guy.

Staring blankly, you leaned against the porch fence as a young man rolled right into your yard from god knows where. The house was off of any main roads, but nearby a few forest trails, but nobody had ever bothered you till now.

He didn't even notice you as his motorbike's dirty wheels skidded onto your partially trimmed grass- just kept cursing to himself as he kicked the side of the vehicle.

"Great day, yeah?" You called, watching him dismount and snap his head up to look your way.

"The.. the damn greatest," he called back breathily, unclipping the strap of his helmet as he stepped to the middle of the grass.

"You just gonna stand there?" You taunted.

The man stripped off the helmet, finally, and tucked it under his arm, brows furrowed with a few drops of sweat rolling down his temple. His platinum blond and... blue streaked hair was pressed down, but after running a hand through it and giving it a pull there and a head shake here, it fluffed up a bit.

"Well, can't exactly ride off into oblivion like I intended now." He flickered his eyes fiercely back at his bike. "Ran outta gas."

You figured.

And you decided you liked his hair.

"And here I was thinking you were my shitty Fairy God Mother coming to pay me a visit," you drawled, rolling your eyes and trotting down your porch steps. He chuckled and started to raise his hand as if to get a proper greeting, but you walked right past him toward his bike.

"Nice to make your acquaintance," he huffed, not really offended.

"Opposite of likewise to you, peacock. You ran over my gorgeous lawn." You peered over the bike at the gauge, just to make sure it really was running on empty and this guy wasn't just some psycho trying to get into the house. Not that doing this was any safer, but hey, you had little to lose.

The man pivoted around to look at the 'gorgeous lawn,' and couldn't help the face he made.

"What, not pretty enough for you?" You reiterated, but the amused smirk he tossed you said he knew you were kidding.

"So, do ya think I could ask for some help?"

"Depends what kind."

You locked eyes, tiny smiles melting over your faces. You didn't always get along with people right away, and you'd been on and on about wanting privacy... but at least this interaction wasn't between you and a couch.

"Whatever you're offerin'," he blew a strand of hair from his eye. "But maybe some gas would be nice. At least enough to get back into town?"

"Or you could just walk and I could keep your bike."

He paused.

You laughed.

"Kidding. Lucky I got some extra gasoline in the shed," You walked right past him again and he turned your way. Just as your foot touched the porch steps you stopped again.

"...One sec," You felt a bit dumb going back and forth but something occurred to you just before you wasted your time.

Kneeling by the dirt bike again, you inspected the wheels closely.

Shoot.

"Damn." You sighed.

The man walked up, leaning over next to your squatted form to see.

"What? Oh," He narrowed his eyes. "Shit."

There was a small, jagged rock lodged in the back wheel, the air seeping out every passing moment. At this point the wheel looked a little flatter than it's twin.

"I guess I gotta drive you into town then, sir." Your tone stayed bland, but honestly you didn't mind the mini mission. Shit happens to everyone, after all.

"You don't mind?" He was genuinely surprised.

"Not like I have anything else to do. I'm out here all alone."

You made eye contact again, leaning briefly against his bike.

"I guess I shouldn't have said that. I don't know you. You could be a creep." But you didn't get that impression. And even so. You did take self defense classes a year or so ago, and he wasn't a huge or very bulky guy.

The blond rolled his eyes, chuckling.

"I don't know if it helps any if I promise you I'm not."

"Not really, but it reminds me that I should check you for weapons."

He cocked his head, the twitch on his lips suggesting he wanted to smile.

"Seriously?"

You nodded, stepping up to him, grasping he was just barely taller than you.

"You gonna pat me down or ya expectin' me to strip?"

You brazenly flickered your eyes down his form, fully realizing it would be rather hard for him to hide anything in his clothing; his top was as skin tight as an active wear-long sleeve could be and the pants were more typical biking pants that were a tad puffy with padding and pockets. Plus, you weren't actually that paranoid and you'd been stabbed once before.

Long story.

But anyway.

He lifted his arms along with his eyebrows, expectantly.

"I don't mind. I just wanna fix my bike so I don't have to bother a nice lady anymore."

You smirked, but kept your hands on your hips.

"Pretty sure our short encounter has been enough for you to grasp I'm not a typical 'nice lady,'"

Shifting your eyes down at him once more, you cheekily patted his elbows to get his arms to lower.

"But unless that lump in your pants is a gun, I think you're safe enough for a ride into civilization."

He knitted his brows before checking himself in a fluster.

"- Made ya look." You poked, leaving him bewildered as you jogged in the house to snatch your keys before meeting him at the side of your car.

"You sure got a sense of humor," He lulled, sliding into the passenger seat.

The car stuttered to life, and you hooked your arm over the back of his seat to twist your body around to back out into the pathway and get going.

"Thanks," Only when you were turning to get onto the dirt trail did you register you still hadn't gotten the guy's name. Now that was funny.

"I got a few questions for you, lucky man." You stayed with the improvised nicknames, yet.  

"Shoot." He leaned back into the seat, eyes wandering past the dash onto the road ahead.

"You know the type of wheels you need?"

"Yeah, o'course."

"You have money to pay for it?"

He flashed you a look. "Yes. I wouldn't ask that much of ya."

You pursed your lips, keeping eyes trained forward as you maneuvered around the trails and the small residences that went toward the main town.

"...and your name?" You finally asked, like it wasn't oddly placed in priorities here.

His green irises sparked with bashfulness and he snorted. Looked like he had forgotten about the formality as well.

"Jeff." After smiling at your side profile, he continued. "Hardy."

You tossed the name around mentally a few times before locking it in the vault.

"That's your full name?"

"It's Jeffery Nero Hardy, if you must know."

Well you didn't have a must, but Jesus, that was a name. Cooler than your's, unfortunately.

"Cool." Is all you said.

He gave you a minute of silence before nudging your response with a hum.

"Oh!" You acted embarrassed, making another turn. "It's Y/F/N. I didn't pick it."

"Ya make it seem like it's a bad name," Jeff propped his cheek onto his hand, leaning into his door's armrest. "It's not."

Though the casual compliment was welcome, though unasked for, you felt a tingle in your chest at the smirk playing at his lips. You noticed it in the reflection.

The fact was, town— or at least the auto shop you were headed towards— was still at least twenty minutes away, so there was time to burn and for some reason you wanted to keep talking to this Hardy guy. By all accounts you loved indulging in peaceful quiet, but it was like you couldn't help it. The guy, who literally rolled into your world, pulled you away from the alone time you begged for and you didn't even mind.

Maybe you had taken those expired meds without realizing it.

Ugh.

No, you didn't, but this feeling reminded you too much of the cheesy-as-all-hell story one of the girls from group therapy had divulged about the fling that saved her life. This was not going to be a fling. And you weren't in any dark place that you craved stopping your life short. And you weren't interested in him.

You were stopping right now, though, because of the stop light.

"So, Y/N," Jeff abruptly crashed through the silence, eyes continuously (perhaps unintentionally) glancing at you. "Why're you livin' up the hillside all alone for, anyhow?"

Apparently he believed he earned himself some questions because you'd asked him some. He didn't, but you weren't enough of a bitch to ignore him.

"Not living up there. Just staying. It's actually just a Summer home."

Jeff nodded once, "That's nice."

You coughed into the crook of your elbow, clearing your throat.

"I just needed time to clear my head and... be independent. People were always in my ear or on my case back where I was coming from." You wrinkled your nose, recalling all the times before recent you had wanted to run from it all and be free to mess yourself up if you wanted. Granted, you were grateful to be how you were now, but that would never change how it happened.

"I hear that. I was so caught up gettin' distance between me and my problems that my bike ran outta gas."

"Kudos for carelessness and being a loner," You held out one hand for a fist bump. "Cause me too."

He bumped it eagerly, shifting in his place. "I guess we're just similar souls, then."

"Hah. Yeah. Since I'll... probably never see you again after our little adventure, I guess it wouldn't hurt to share a bit. It's not often I get to have conversations with complete strangers who don't already have an opinion of me." You said, not quite sure of the decision.

Jeff's attention dialed in on your voice, completely willing to listen you speak all day. He felt largely the same magnetism toward you, even if the acquaintance had only been around an hour long.

It took half of a song on the radio for you to fully gather your thoughts to deliver a short version of your life story, but you did it.

"So... I'm only just getting into my twenties, right,"

Jeff made a mental note that you were both in the same age range.

"But I've gotten into some bad shit. My own fault, really, but not so much my decision to get stuck with it. Drugs'll do that to a naive body. Any... body, actually."

Jeff's head perked up, although his gaze went down to his hands again, something stirring. No wonder something felt familiar.

"I just got cleared from rehab, thank the Gods for getting me out of that place, too white and clean and perfect. But at least I'm better than I was— sober and all. But my family sure ain't treating me any different." Your grip on the wheel tightened, and you hated that the back of your eyes felt warm; you shook off the feeling and stayed alert.

"You ever get a feeling like that?"

Jeff knew he had, but he asked. "Like what?"

"Like you're alone even when you're surrounded by people? Whether they love you or hate you, doesn't matter, it's just you."  

Jeff was sure there wasn't ever a statement that resonated with him so purely - but you'd said it like it was right from his own brain.

"Too often. Most of the time I kinda wish I had someone who got me," He sorta half smiled, seeing your eyes in the rear view mirror. The sadness in them made him feel terrible, like he knew you. "And it's kinda scary how alike we are. 'Cept I ain't totally clean just yet..."

You braked harder than was necessary when you reached the last light before you'd be at the shop.

"Still fightin' my demons. And stubborn enough to want to do it without any pro help. I like being in control of my own self." He breathed in one strained breath, daring to look up at your curious face.

"At least you're trying it. The only reason I'm around is cause my parents forced me into the help."

"At least you're better. Forced or not."

"I wish I had your self-determination. Maybe then I'd have gotten here myself and not have to feel like shit and get shit on by my folks."

"Sometimes ya need somebody to get on your case. God. Self-determination... more like self-sabotage." It was like he was just now wondering why he was running in the first place. He missed his family, but when your body's got unhealthy chemicals stirred in he supposed one didn't make great choices. "I'm just a stubborn ass." And that too.

For some reason you both hacked out a laugh.

"You did end up broken down on my lawn because you were too much of an ass to stop for gas, that's all I know."

He came out of the slump and cracked a grin at your blunt remark.

"If ya can even call that a lawn."

Finally you rolled into the minuscule parking lot of the auto shop, and you turned off the car.

"Oh, sorry, didn't know you had high lawn standards." You playfully rolled your eyes, popping open your door.

"I do. You should see my place sometime." He got out.

"Don't think I know you well enough for that." You chuckled, swinging your keys on your finger as you walked up to the open garage.

"I'm actually a pretty skilled with the lawn mower." Like that was something that sounded cool; when he said it all confident you were almost convinced it was.

"I'll believe it when I see it. Maybe if you're so enthusiastic you could repay me by finishing up my grass, then."

You weren't serious but he was nodding at you while you two browsed the tire selection. At one point one of the workers asked if you needed any help, but Jeff was already tapping his desired tire obnoxiously loud.

"This is the one. Go ahead and keep the change." Jeff was fetching his wallet from one of his side pants pockets, handing over (hopefully not too much over) the correct amount of cash to the worker without so much as looking up at him. The worker counted the money to be sure he wasn't being under paid but made to help Jeff out as soon as he put the money in the register and correctly rung up the tire.

"I'll bring it out to your car, si—" The man went over to the item, only to have Jeff hold up a hand and grab it himself. Not like it was a car tire or nothing, but it wasn't the lightest thing on earth.

"Have a good one." Jeff called, walking toward where you were leaning by the door, simply observing.

"You don't slow down, do you." You rose your brows, opening the door for him to get back outside.

"Nah. Probably why-"

"You broke down on my nasty lawn, yeah yeah." You shook your head and sat back in your car seat, looking back at him through the window as he put the tire into the bed of the trunk. It'd be fine till the house.

"You say I don't slow down, but I don' think I ever met a girl with as sharp a tongue as you, Y/N." He returned to his passenger seat, rubbing his hands together.

"I think that was a compliment." You readjusted your mirror, corners of your lips curling up. "Thanks, peacock."

...

It was the same time getting back to the house, and the conversations were far less angst-ridden. It was the kind of conversations people try to have with their family's during road trips, with the stupid eye spies and the jokes and then the comfortable silence.

You still didn't understand why it was that way. Why you were more in tune with this random guy than you'd been with anyone 'close' to you in your life... at least in the last two or three years.

It was refreshing.

But sadly? Short-lived. Figures it would be too good for you, huh?

You helped Jeff get the wrecked tire off and replaced then filled up his tank with the extra fuel you had, since you weren't in need of it yourself. For once your apocalyptic preparation paid off. After that there really wasn't any reason for him to stay.

"Well ah..." Jeff trailed off, wetting his lips briefly and getting shy suddenly. It was cute.

Geez. Now you felt like blushing. Stop.

He sorted his thoughts and swung his legs over his bike, hands planing on his thighs and not the handles, however.

"Thank you. Not just for the bike, either." He smiled, tugging at the roots of his dyed hair a tiny bit.

You frowned only because of the ambiguity.

He shook his head, turning his helmet in his hands after unhooking it from the handle bars. "Ya gave me a good talk. Hope I wasn't too bad a company, either." His tone stayed chipper, but it was obvious he was a little disappointed.

He didn't think he'd have to leave so soon, but he didn't want to bother you longer.

"You weren't. Despite my first impression of you." You snorted, crossing your arms.

"And what was that?" He queried, brows arched.

"Dumb blond. If that even is your real hair color."

He feigned great offense, mouth agape.

"Harsh, Y/N. Real harsh." Jeff slid his head into the helmet, flipping the visor up so he could still keep eye contact. "And I really am blond. Just not this blond."

"Figured that much. I ain't dumb."

He really loved that spunky little grin you did. But that was why he couldn't stick around any longer— goodbyes weren't his thing and he thought, maybe if he got going he'd be able to move on from this encounter without obsessing over it too much. God knows he didn't need more distractions when his career was on the line.

You hated how heavy your heart felt, but you still smiled politely enough and raised a hand for a finger-wiggle of a wave.

"Bye then," you almost called him another nickname to try and dull the distant despondency. "Jeff."

The biker nodded, closing his eyes in a deep breathe.

"Just so ya know," He touched a hand to the visor of the helmet, this time avoiding your eyes. "I liked ya from the beginnin'."

You damn near froze in place. But he drove off after that, disappearing right back into the clearing. Just like that.

"...What an asshole."

A hand clapped over your mouth when it started to smile. He was an asshole but his last words to you were nice. In a way.

Hard for anything to be nice when it's there and then gone.

Going back inside and flopping face first into the couch, it was cool and comfortable; but all at once you felt lonely again. Again, because in the short time you were with Jeff you had felt alright — miraculously one guy made you feel more at home than a house with parents or a visiting room of friends.

... ... ...

Three days passed and you liked to tell yourself you'd already started forgetting all about the peacock boy.

You had not, but nobody was stopping you from lying mentally.

The front yard stayed half mowed because you were one: lazy, and two: it reminded you how Jeff had joked about doing it for you. You wondered how his yard looked, since he seemed so proud of it. Unless that was a joke.

It wasn't a lie that you wanted to know more about him— you didn't know anything, not really, except he made you talk, he was funny, he got your rude humor, and he... he was rolling up to your porch right now. The noise had sounded all too much like it had days ago, only louder because the bike wasn't breaking down this time. He twisted the handles to further get your attention, since you were still staring out at him from the window.

Stepping over to the second step of the porch stairs, you had nothing to say.

Jeff removed his helmet, and used his free hand to pat the second one he happened to have resting on his lap. He beamed.

"Mornin', Y/N. Long time no see?"

"Not long enough." You snapped back, though the words were the absolute opposite to the joy bubbling up from your toes upward.

Thankfully, he still got your humor, and just lifted the other helmet with an extended arm. You couldn't move forward yet.

"Why're you back here, Jeff?"

His arm never wavered, but he took a second to glance around the yard.

"To mow your lawn, obviously." The man faked a yawn. "How'd I know you still wouldn't have it done?"

You huffed, finally walking down to him on his new bike. Your hands hesitantly took the spare helmet too.

"You don't know me though."And he had called himself a stubborn ass.

Patting your helmet with his gloved hand, then poking your forehead, Jeff scooted as much forward as he could be comfortably.

"Sure. But I'd really like to."

You were on the back of the bike before you knew it.

He revved the motor once more before snapping his helmet on and bravely reaching back to put your hands around his trim waist. The last glance he threw over his shoulder, you were barely able to see his eyes through the light tint of the visor, but his words were crystal clear from this proximity.

You liked this proximity.

"Hold on tight, darlin'."

You did. And for the rest of your days you didn't let go.