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Distracted

⤷ pairing - u.a.era! aizawa shouta x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - slight hurt/comfort

⤷ summary - training to be a hero at u.a is hard enough. it doesn’t help that you have a massive crush on your classmate and it’s definitely distracting you from your schoolwork

⤷ word count - 3.3k+

⤷ consider buying me a coffee!  

In your defence, none of this was your fault.

It wasn’t your fault that God had decided to grace his features with a craftsmanship akin to that of a perfectly moulded Greek statue.

It wasn’t your fault that your assigned seats meant that he was sat right next to the window, framed by such gorgeous lighting in the morning sun.

It wasn’t your fault that you would much rather spend your class time staring at him, rather than actually doing your work.

Okay, maybe that one was your fault.

“(L/N), focus!” You almost fell out of your seat at your teacher’s yell. Key word, almost. In reality, all that truly happened was that you let out an embarrassingly loud squeak and your head whipped around to the front. You could practically feel all the eyes that were now pointed in your direction, each and every one of your classmates were staring at you with varying degrees of amusement.

That, you could deal with, but it was when you noticed the way the boy of your infatuation side-eyed you from the opposing side of the room, a question in his gaze and a small frown pulling at his lips.

You turned back to the front with burning cheeks, bowing your head in apology to your teacher.

“Sorry, sir.” This so wasn’t fair. Inwardly, you cursed Hizashi for introducing the two of you at the start of your first year. You wouldn’t lie and say it was love at first sight- of course, you thought he was cute (you weren’t blind) but at the start, you had merely considered him a friend.

It wasn’t until the months slowly crept by, and you bore witness to his impeccable skills, his resolve, his determination, and most importantly, his kindness, that you actually began to fall for him. It all went very quickly from then. One day, you were completely secure in your friendship. The next, you were fantasizing about marrying him as soon as the two of you graduated.

Now, you knew it was a fruitless endeavour. For starters, long-term relationships were few and far between for heroes. Not to mention, you didn’t think Shouta was even the type- and if he was, who’s to say he would ever actually reciprocate your feelings?

No, you were content to stare from afar. It was fine, and as long as he never found out, you could get over him at your own pace.

Fwip!

The paper ball skimmed your cheek before falling unceremoniously onto your desk. Lips pursed, you glanced around before quickly unravelling the scrunched up paper. It was littered with folds, but you could just about make out a crude drawing of you, staring with literal heart eyes at an equally awful recreation of Shouta.

‘You’re so whipped.’ The note read.

Flushing in embarrassment, you quickly scribbled back a response and- once your teacher had his back turned- you quickly whipped around, pelting the girl sitting at the desk behind yours in her forehead with the note.

As you turned back to face the front, you heard Nemuri try in vain to stifle her giggles. For a moment, you truly regretted making her your best friend.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

For the rest of the lesson, you tried your best to concentrate on the worthless English idioms that you knew you would never need (seriously, when were you ever going to say ‘the cat’s out of the bag’ to anyone) despite the dread pooling in your stomach with every passing second.

You loved Nemuri- you truly did, but if she had caught wind of your crush, you would never hear the end of it. In the worst-case scenario, neither would Shouta.

As soon as the bell rung, you leaped from your seat with your bag just barely fully packed and sprinted from the room. The battering of footsteps hot on your tail coupled with the teasing call of your name propelled you to run faster, weaving through the corridors with an agility becoming of a hero in training.

The cackles grew louder, and you didn’t have a second to think before someone appeared right in your path.

“Woah there!” You crashed directly into his chest, sending the two of you spiralling back a couple of feet as he tried to find purchase on the linoleum floor. Your head spun and you groaned, stumbling forward to disentangle your limbs.

Before you, the boy was rubbing his head, trying to brush away his stupor. Once he was reoriented, he grinned at you, eyes glinting with what you could only describe as mischief.

“You in a rush there, (Y/N)?” You bemoaned dramatically, throwing your arms around his neck and practically throwing yourself into his arms.

“Oboro, you have to help me!” Oboro tilted his head downwards at you, fixing you with a grin.

“Oh yeah, what’s wrong?”

“(Y/N)!” You all but screamed at Nemuri’s voice, shoving Oboro in front of you so that you could cower behind his form.

“Hello, Nemuri!” Oboro stated loudly, raising his hand for an exaggerated wave. The girl in question just stared at you- clearly visible despite your best efforts- with her arms crossed, disappointment evident on her features.

“Seriously? You ran?” Scoffing, you ducked underneath Oboro’s arm and sized her up.

“You chased!” You retorted, feeling slightly affronted. She rolled her eyes.

“That’s unimportant right now.” You gaped, shoving an accusing finger in her face.

“You-” 

“Hey, ladies,” Oboro called, leaning between the two of you in order to slip an arm around your shoulders in what seemed like some poor group hug, “what’s got us in a bad mood, hm?” Suddenly, Nemuri’s face twisted into a thinly veiled expression of glee, her lips pulled into an evil smirk.

“Well, dear Oboro, if you must know, our lovely (Y/N) here is upset because I figured out her secret!” You glared at her, as Oboro squeezed the two of you closer, smile brighter.

“Oh, do tell!” Your stomach dropped as Nemuri opened her mouth. Luckily for you, she was interrupted before she could speak. Unluckily for you, she was interrupted by the last person you wanted to see right now.

“What are you three doing?” Shouta’s husky voice sent your mind into a panic and your beating heart into a frenzy. Nemuri had quickly shut her mouth and resigned herself to just standing with a gleaming smile and throwing a knowing look at Shouta, who in question just stared back, confused. Behind him, Hizashi stood with his eyes darting between the three of you, an easy grin on his face.

“Nemuri was just about to tell us (Y/N)’s secret!” You wiggled your way out of his grip with a stony expression. Shouta eyed you with a narrowed, calculating gaze.

“No she wasn’t.” Oboro titled his head at you with round eyes, clearly confused.

“But-” You shot him a fiery look, mouth twisted into a scowl.

“But nothing.”

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be such a prude!” Nemuri drawled salaciously, fingers creeping over to squeeze your shoulders as she pressed herself against your back, “I think he’ll be delighted to know.” With a growl, you shoved her away, withering look making her take an additional step back.

Shouta sighed out; his brows knotted tightly together as if he had a headache. He gave you a meaningful once over, gaze lingering on your flushed features and the anxious tapping of your foot before his face settled into something more resembling a scowl.

"Leave her alone." His defence came as a surprise; you couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat. Nemuri pouted, glasses slipping to the end of her nose. If this were any other time, you would have been cooing at how cute she looked.

"But Shou, I swear, you-"

"I said drop it." He reiterated, tone cold and expression impenetrable. Hizashi and Oboro shared a glance at their friend’s behaviour, but neither of the two said anything.

If you hadn't been so enamoured by the way Shouta patted your shoulder (out of friendliness, obviously) you probably would have been more suspicious of the uncanny quietness of your two most rambunctious friends. Alas, you were too distracted.

The next day proved not to be any better. The last class of the day was battle training- something you were usually excited for given it being your favourite class. Today, however, seemed to be purposefully set up to make your life difficult.

What were the chances that randomly assigned pairs just happened to set you up with Shouta? For starters, you were annoyed because of the obvious: you were scared that if you spent too much time around him your heart would actually explode- Nemuri’s intervention or not he would definitely catch on then.

Secondly, Shouta was just a really irritating opponent. He was skilled- that much was evident. Not to mention with your reliance on your quirk, your hand-to-hand combat skills weren’t the best. Against Shouta, this was a real problem.

Your arm shot up to take a blow sent for your face as Shouta swung his fist. With a grunt, you stumbled back a couple of paces, pain blossoming at the impact. You had told him specifically at the start not to go easy on you, but now you wished he would slow down for even a second. The two of you had been going at it for at least 10 minutes now, and your body was screaming at you to take a break.

Though, taking a break meant accepting defeat, and you were not prepared to do so.

His eyes bore into your figure as you jumped back to gain your bearings, calculating and eerily calm. His scarf was whipping around wildly, almost as if it were tempting you, but you knew that the moment you let your attention wander Shouta would be on you in a flash.

In the back of your mind, you contemplated whether that would truly be a bad thing.

Shouta’s foot twisted, and you barely had a second to think before his leg was flying towards you. You quickly took a step forward; the kick lost most of its power at the close proximity which made taking the brunt force of it an easy task. Readying up a- hopefully strong enough to bring him down- gut punch, you took a quick glance at his face.

He was smirking at you. Your eyes widened, and your fists dropped, defence completely down. It was pride- that much you could tell. For a moment, your mind flashed back to when he taught you how to counter a round house kick.

‘Always get closer,’ he had said, ‘a kick will always have the most power from further away. Your opponent can’t do much if you get up and personal with ‘em.’

Despite his evident pleasure at seeing you succeed at a move he had taught you, he did not grace you with any sort of respite; it only took your one falter for him to attack. The white tendril that wrapped around your ankle felt like a snake, and you knew you were going down.

Quicker than you could react, another segment coiled around your other ankle before dragging you into the air. You dangled helplessly upside down, hands gripping the hem of your shirt so you wouldn’t end up flashing the boy in front of you. The sudden blood rush made your world spin before your eyes. You groaned as the light-headedness caught up with you whilst also trying to focus on Shouta’s grinning face directly in front of your own.

He looked pleased, his usual apathetic gaze glimmering with a spark of mirth. You met his eyes, deadpan. Seemingly, your displeasure at being defeated overrode your feelings.

“You can put me down now.” You frowned as his smile grew, the ropes tightening slightly around your body.

“Why? I think you look pretty good like this.” He was teasing- you knew he was teasing. It wasn’t as if he meant anything suggestive, even if you were legitimately tied up in front of him. It was just the blood pooling into your head that made your cheeks warm.

“Come on, Shou,” you moaned, eyes squeezing shut at the headache beginning to knock at your temples, “my head is starting to hurt.” He hummed, wrapping an arm around your back to stabilise you as he brought your legs down.

It was sort of an awkward landing, with your shoes slipping slightly on the floor and your hands gripping Shouta’s shoulder to make sure you didn’t completely topple over. Although perhaps unnecessary, his other arm snaked around your stomach to keep you up, leaving your heart skipping a beat.

His hot breath fanned over your cheek, face close to yours as he practically hugged you to his chest. If you weren’t aware of just how deluded you were, you could’ve fooled yourself into thinking that he actually reciprocated your feelings.

“You got distracted,” he mumbled, eyes scanning over you for injuries, “what happened?” You were frozen for a second. From the bottom of your heart, you wanted to stay in his arms. He was warm, and if you were quiet enough you could hear the gentle strumming of his heart, urging you to get closer- to stay.

Yet, it felt wrong. You felt gross, as though you were taking advantage of him and the way he made you feel without his consent. If he knew what you were thinking every time he smiled at you, or God forbid he ever touched you, he would be disgusted. You knew that.

So, you pulled away, slipping out from his embrace with a shaky smile and glassy eyes complimented awfully with a weak chuckle that escaped your lips. He gave you a confused look, arms dropping back down to his sides after a moment as he studied you wearily.

“Nothing. It happens to everyone sometimes, y’know?” It was a stupid excuse, but you were just as stupid. It was also pretty stupid to run out of the training grounds, but at that moment you couldn’t care less. You could practically feel Shouta’s gaze on you as you barrelled into the hallway.

“(Y/N), wait up!” Nemuri’s voice nearly made you stop, but you didn’t slow down until you had reached the girl’s toilets. Your cheeks were hot as you looked in the mirror and saw your eyes- watery and rimmed with red. That might have possibly been the most embarrassing thing yod had ever done.

Running out of your class in front of all your friends because you were upset over a boy? Come on, you were training to be a hero, not to be a stereotype in a mildly sexist teen girl movie.

The door opened again, and Nemuri trailed in, looking a little apprehensive.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke slowly, each word deliberate, “are you okay?” You nodded with a smile, but it was obvious to anyone with a pair of working eyes that you were lying.

“I’m fine.” 

“You can talk to me.” She murmured. You were silent for a second, before turning to Nemuri, sniffling.

“It’s just so stupid,” you spat, furiously wiping at the tear that slipped out your eye, “there’s nothing to be sad about. We weren’t even together but it’s like I’ve just been broken up with. I hate feeling like this.” She carefully wrapped her arms around your shoulders, rubbing your back as you planted your face into the crook of her neck.

“Honestly, the two of you are the biggest idiots I know.” She muttered with a sigh, shaking her head. You paused and looked up at her face.

“What do you mean?” She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, but before she could respond there was a knock on the door to the toilets, effectively silencing the both of you.

“Um, (Y/N)?” it was Shouta on the other side, his voice echoing off the walls and striking you right in your heart, “Are you in there?”

“Uh, yeah?” You internally cursed yourself for the shakiness of your tone. Shouta fell silent; you and Nemuri shared a glance.

“Can you come out?” He said, voice slightly lowered, and you knew for a fact that he was staring at the door with his eyebrows raised in that peculiar look of incredulousity that you and your friends were often the recipients of.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I can come out!” Nemuri patted your shoulder before opening the door before you, shooting Shouta a deadly look. She then meandered back down the corridor, presumably back to your lesson. This left you and Shouta alone in the empty corridor, the only sound rushing in your ears being your pounding heart.

Shouta was studying you with a mix between curiosity and concern, calculating gaze lingering on your puffy eyes and your blotchy cheeks.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he coughed, “did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine.” He frowned.

“You’re not.”

“I swear, I’m okay-”

“You’ve been crying.”

“So what if I have?” You finally seethed, white hot flashes of anger flooding through you. Shouta looked taken aback, eyes widened, “If I’ve been crying it was because of you!”

“Me?” He asked, voice small and expression nervous.

“Yes, you!” You weren’t looking at him now. Rather, you had taken to glaring at the wall, fingers tightly tucked into your palms in a fist that was almost painful for you to keep up, “Because you’re always so perfect and great and it made me fail the training and I hate it!” You were rambling. Had you been in any other state, you would have been mortified at the words that came out next.  

“It’s not fair that you get to be all cool and collected while I can barely think of anything to say when I’m in the same room as you. I hate that I love you!” Shouta was silent, mouth parted slightly as he stared at you in shock. Your eyes widened as you realised what you said, and you took a nervous step back.

“L-Look, I didn’t mean to say that-”

“You love me?” You flinched, nails digging into your palms.

“Yes, but I swear, we can just forget about this-” Your words were cut off by Shouta’s lips on your own. He swallowed your gasp of surprise, hands coming up to tenderly cup your face. You relaxed, sinking into the kiss as you gripped his shoulders. Shouta was hot and held you impossibly close as he deepened the kiss, taking a step forward so that your back hit the wall.

He tasted like black coffee and mint; his lips claiming yours in such an overwhelming way that made you feel lightheaded. Still, he was gentle, never moving too fast nor too rough, treating you as though you were made of delicate china.

You finally pulled away when a strand of his black hair tickled your nose and made you giggle, much to his chagrin. One of his arms moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The other slid to your chin to tilt your face up. You could barely breath, heart beating faster than you could comprehend and lips buzzing with an electricity that left you stunned.

“I like you too.” He breathed, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. He looked a little embarrassed which only served to warm your chest.

Sure, you could have paid attention in class more, but something told you that your little distracted by something much more important.

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Snowed In

⤷ pairing - todoroki shoto x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - none

⤷ summary - in the event of a snow-storm related disaster, ensure you always have your hot friend on hand to cuddle the cold away

⤷ word count - 2.4k+

⤷ consider buying me a coffee!  

“Do you think it’s a villain, or a snow hero?” Izuku questioned, his bouncing knee causing the sofa cushion you, him, and Ochako were bunched together on spring up and down relentlessly.  

“Like a snow pro?” Ochako raised her eyebrows, giggling as Izuku’s face brightened as he nodded.  

“I don’t know.” You groaned, rubbing the goosebumps on the exposed skin of your arms, “but whoever the hell it is, they better wrap it up quick.”

You really chose the wrong day to wear crop top.

It was about a couple hours before that everything had started. It was the height of summer, and so you and Mina had been planning to head to the school pool- with the permission of Aizawa, of course. Alas, the moment you had gotten ready to go, a weather warning had popped up on your phones, alerting you to stay inside because of ‘quirk-induced snow storm’.

Initially, you had scoffed, rolling your eyes at the warning.

“It can’t be that bad.” You spoke to Mina, the girl nodding her head in agreement.

“For real. I didn’t get all dolled up only not to be able to show myself off.” She whined, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head.  

“Exactly.” You sniffed indignantly, throwing open the door that led to the patio. Only to throw it back closed. Without so much as ten minutes since the notification, about a foot of snow had cased as far as you could see into a stark white that you had to squint at so as not to hurt your eyes.

“Nevermind. We always look hot anyway, we don’t need to show it off.” You squeaked, heart beating. Agape, Mina could only nod. The temperature had already begun to drop, the paper thin walls doing nothing to insulate the rooms inside.  

“U.A. STUDENTS, FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS.”

You jumped at the announcement, heart leaping into your throat. Next to you, Mina shivered. U.A hardly had to use the speaker system. It was only ever for emergencies. You crossed your arms, watching as your breath manifested in the air before quickly dissipating again.  

“We should probably go then.” Mina croaked, teeth chattering loudly. You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. You were about three minutes away from the common room, and with each step, it felt like the temperature only got lower and lower. Your fingertips were beginning to ache, lungs burning from inhaling air far too frigid to match your internal heat.

The snow was beginning to pile up against the windows despite the fact you were on the second floor, blocking out the outside light and making the halls considerably darker than before. A sound of mumbling met your ears, growing louder the closer you got to the common room. Finally, you pushed open the door, Mina leaping past you the moment there was enough room.  

You scanned the room, most of your class bundled up with each other on the floor or the sofas, each and every one of them wearing thick hoodies or jackets. Of course. You couldn’t say you weren’t a little annoyed- mostly with yourself- at the fact that while your friends had enough time to dress for winter, you were sporting a spaghetti strap crop top and a miniskirt with only your bikini underneath. Even Mina had managed to find a hoodie that she had forgotten behind the loveseat about a week before.

Jirou and Hagakure were darting around the room, handing out blankets that Momo was dutifully supplying in the corner of the room. You accepted one with a deep relief and a profuse gratitude, wrapping it around your shoulders with a sigh. They were thin- not that you were complaining: blankets were not at the top of Momo’s priorities within hero work- but the slight bit of warmth they offered was more than nothing.  

“(Y/N)!” From across the room, Ochako waved you down, situated on the sofa next to Izuku, who also looked fairly pleased to see you.

“Do you think it’s a villain, or a snow hero?” Izuku questioned once you had settled down as comfortably as you could on the cushions.

“Like a snow pro?” 

“I don’t know.” You groaned, rubbing the goosebumps on the exposed skin of your arms, “but whoever the hell it is, they better wrap it up quick.” Taking one last glance around the room before you willed yourself to relax, you noticed that a few people were missing.

“Where’s Shoto, Bakugo, and Kirishima?” You questioned, squeezing forward on the sofa next to Ochako as you pulled your knees to your chest, trying not to notice the iciness of your own flesh. You shivered and tightened the blanket around your legs.

“I think they’re trying to find a way out. Or Aizawa. Not sure actually.” Ochako smiled, trying to disguise the fact that she hadn’t actually provided much information.

“Todoroki and Kacchan wanted to find a way out, and Kirishima went with them, presumably to make sure they came back.” Deku responded to you, brows knotted as he solidified his finality. You nodded, putting your chin on your knees.

Across the room from you, Tsuyu was sleeping, reminiscent of the time at Christmas as she went into hibernation. You silently mulled over whether this event would mess with her body clock.

“If that’s right, I should probably message Shoto…” you muttered, glaring down at the screen after your device had been powered on.

“What’s wrong?” Ochako asked, noticing your deathly expression.

“I have no signal.” Izuku hummed in a way that indicated he was privy to this information the entire time, and just decided to let you suffer in silence. Were you being dramatic? Probably. Was it warranted? Probably not, but your lips were stinging from the cold and your fingertips were going numb, so you didn’t really have the energy to care.

“Well, great. Now I have to go look-“

CRASH.

Your words were cut off by the common room door slamming open, and your head immediately whipped over. In walked Aizawa, dragging along a barking Bakugo and tailed closely by Kirishima, who was forcefully pulling Shoto into the room. Shoto himself was frowning, speaking quickly with an annoyed expression on his face as he tried to struggle out of Kirishima’s grip.

“If she’s still out there, it’s the duty of the school to find her,” he growled, eyes dark and expression darker, “as a hero, I find this-“ Aizawa sighed, straightening his back before turning in your direction and pointing a finger directly at you.

”She’s right there.” As if a switch had been flipped, Shoto’s expression relaxed once he caught sight of you, falling back into the neutral, slightly stoic face he wore all the time. Kirishima dropped his hands from Shoto’s arms, allowing him to walk over to you. You met him with a weary smile.

“I’m glad you got back in time. We were worried that you got caught in the storm.” You used the opportunity of his words to study what he was wearing- a long sleeve black muscle shirt that clung to his defined chest and toned stomach (you noted in the back of your mind that he must have just finished training) and dark blue and white varsity jacket that you had gotten him last year for Christmas. 

You could feel heat rise to your neck as you distinctly remembered the way you had gushed to Mina and Hagakure about how that outfit in particular makes the butterflies in your stomach turn into dragons. Your fluster was almost enough to make you forget about the iciness that was biting at your skin. Almost. 

“Thanks for the concern, Sho,” you spoke idly, waving off the worry that lingered within his gaze with a quick dismissal, “but it’s okay. You can calm down now.” He nodded, visibly unclenching his jaw.  

“Good, because-“

“Students,” the gruff voice of your teacher effectively silenced the room. Aizawa looked somehow even more tired than usual (something your never thought was possible), “as I’m sure you’ve all realised, U.A. is on lock down due to a villain attack. You are all advised to stay inside, and-” he sucked in a deep breath, “the general consensus is that you can all be trusted to remain here while the rest of the faculty and I offer our assistance. Cementoss will come by shortly with blankets and other supplies.” 

With his abrupt message, he quickly stole out from the common room, leaving you and your classmates in a general disarray.

“So how long are we going to be stuck like this?” Ochako mumbled to Izuku, who could only shrug. You shivered, sinking further down into the cushions in order to conserve the little warmth you had left. Frowning, Shoto ran his gaze over your body, taking note of the exposed flesh of your midriff and the goose bump riddled skin of your collarbones. 

“Are you okay?” He murmured, leaning down close to you, “You look cold.” You shot him a blank stare at his words, eyebrow twitching with incredulousness. 

“Yeah. I am, a bit.” He just nodded, seemingly unbothered by your cold glare. Before you had a moment to react, Shoto was crouched between your legs, his hands on your shoulders and slowly pushing the blanket down your arms. A protest was dancing on the tip of your tongue at the chill that encompassed you but you were effectively silenced by the image of Shoto pulling off his jacket.

He was gentle as he wrapped the fabric around your exposed shoulders, and despite everything you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. With a small smile, you slipped your arms into the sleeves, sighing in relief. 

Granted, it wasn’t all too much warmer (given it was largely designed as a Spring piece) it was thicker and comfier than the flimsy blanket; not to mention it came with the added benefit of smelling like Shoto’s cologne. Something musky and woody that smelled expensive. You were pretty sure it was the masculine counterpart of the luxury perfume he had gotten you for Christmas. Just the fact he decided to match with you was enough to make your head spin. 

“Aren’t you going to get cold now?” You asked, heat rising in your chest at the way he looked up at you from the floor, eyes round and hair slightly tousled from god knows what. He shook his head lightly.

“No, I can self regulate with my quirk.” The answer was self-evident, but you couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled up inside you. Leaning forward, close enough that your face was mere inches away from Shoto’s own, you reached down to grip his left hand. 

As expected, he was warm, warm enough that just the squeeze of his fingers interlocked with yours shot a heat into your core. You couldn’t help but shudder slightly.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “this is nice.” His eyes stared into your face, taking note of the way your gaze was locked onto your connected palms, as if you were transfixed. 

“Would it help for me to be closer?” You could have died right then and there. With a small fluster, you just nodded, shifting on the sofa a little to offer him the space next to you. Shoto’s eyebrows furrowed, and he simply shook his head before wrapping a hand around your arm and gently tugging you up.

You went pliantly, knees weak, as he pulled you over to the adjacent love seat and sat down on it. For a second, you were still, fixed in place at the boy’s expectant stare, his eyes darkened and legs spread wide- an invitation. 

One deep breath later, you were awkwardly clambering over his left side, trying to find purchase on his leg. In spite of your mounting embarrassment at the almost intimate position you were in with your classmate, your relief was almost tangible. Even through the layers of your clothes acting as a barrier the heat that rushed through you was enough to make you sink into Shoto, his arm immediately going to wrap around your waist to provide an additional belt of warmth to lull you in. It was like sinking into a warm bath: all-encompassing and calming. 

In the back of your mind, you vaguely noticed your blanket get draped again over your shoulders, but it wasn’t until you heard Ochako’s giggles that you realised Shoto wasn’t the one to do so. You bit back a groan: this was definitely going to come back around. After all, you don’t get cuddled up with your very obvious crush without the girls teasing you to hell and back. 

“Is this better?” Shoto questioned, his hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck as you tucked your chin onto his shoulder, relishing in the heat that emanated from him. You were lucky, that’s for sure.

“Yeah, this is much better.” you sighed, not noticing the way he stiffened under you, muscles tensing as he tried to relax. Truthfully, at the start, Shoto truly had only meant to warm you up. He could see the way you relentlessly shivered- and with the current temperature, it was no question why. Not to mention you were all dolled up in the tiniest top he had ever seen you in (not that he was complaining, by any stretch of the imagination). 

Shoto was a gentleman, and he was only trying to help. Even so, he couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure of having you in his lap, perched with one leg in between his and the other caging his left thigh with your arms wrapped around his bicep and face endearingly tucked into his shoulder. 

In any other case, he may have shied away from the prying eyes of his classmates, but he couldn’t find it within him to even think about turning you away. Not even Mina and Sero’s gleeful leers could force him to change his mind. 

He could die right in this moment a happy man.

As the snow continued to pile up, the temperature continued to drop, but you paid no heed to this. Shoto was dutiful, allowing you to bathe in the excellent mastery he had of his quirk as his hot palm danced up and down your back, warming you further when he saw fit. And even as Cementoss arrived with thick, insulating blankets that you knew alone would be enough to keep you warm, you didn’t bother getting up. 

Shoto was enough, and you would be damned if anyone tried to convince you otherwise.

#bnha #bnha x reader #shoto #shoto x reader #todoroki #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha todoroki x reader #x reader #imagine #fluff

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Pick-Me-Up

⤷ pairing - eddie munson x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - stranger things

⤷ warnings - none

⤷ summary - after a rough day at school, eddie tries to cheer you up by teaching you guitar

⤷ notes - this is my first stranger things fic, and i haven’t finished vol 2 so please no spoilers :))

⤷ word count -

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You were not having a good day.

Firstly, you had been running late in the morning, meaning you got an earful from your first period teacher in front of you entire class, before realising you’d forgotten the project was due in today and had to sit through another lecture about that. 

Your bad luck only persisted through lunch, where you spilling your drink over your shirt became the funniest spectacle for every student in the cafeteria. Luckily, Eddie had his spare gym jersey tucked into his locker, so you just about managed to make a quick exchange of clothes before you started crying then and there. 

Needless to say, your day refused to pick up, sending you into an endless spiral of misfortune from something as little as a paper cut on your little finger, to loosing an entire textbook that cost you 50 bucks at the start of the year. 

At this point of time, all you wanted to do was crash in Eddie’s trailer and sleep your sorrows away. So, of course, that’s exactly what you did.

The trailer park was almost silent as you trudged through the grass, lip twitching into a scowl at the clumps of mud that flicked up from the wet ground onto the cuffs of your jeans with every step. An exhaustion from today’s events set a fatigue deep within your bones; the ache in your muscles making each movement slow and sluggish. 

Each step closer to Eddie’s trailer proved more difficult as you grew steadily more tired, thoughts growing fuzzy and deluded until you slumped against the cool metal of his door, fingers fishing around in the cone of the light hanging overhead for the spare key before shoving it haphazardly into the lock. 

Inside of Eddie’s trailer was much cooler than the outside, bearing a refreshing contrast from the heat practically emanating from your flushed skin at the temperature of dusk. It was almost dark, with the sun beginning to dip low below the horizon and the whispers of a summer night creeping in through the humidity.

A small fan buzzed away in the corner of the room, but that did little to distract you any more than the gentle strumming of a guitar and the soft humming that permeated through the atmosphere. Instantly, you relaxed; your troubles of the day dripping off your slumped shoulders. If there was one way you could describe Eddie’s trailer, it was homey. At the very least, it was a brief respite from the world outside, if only for a moment.

The humming and the guitar abruptly ceased the moment you closed the door behind you, and you couldn’t help but smile at the voice that rang out.

“Babe, that you?” Before you could respond, Eddie’s form appeared in the opening dividing his bedroom from the rest of the trailer. His hair was a little dishevelled (though that was a given, you supposed) but his face visibly brightened when he saw you. Despite the boyish grin on his lips making your chest feel warm and fuzzy, you didn’t have the energy to reciprocate, merely falling into his open arms like a ragdoll.

His arms were warm as they wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest. You buried your face into the thin material of his Hellfire shirt (something you always thought was dorky but only in the cutest way imaginable). At this proximity, you could feel his heartbeat in his chest.

“Today got you down?” Eddie mumbled into your hair, a breathy chuckle rumbling through his chest at your grumble. You could feel the smile on his face.

“I wanna die.” You bemoaned, leaning away from him as his hands settled on your hips, giving you a little squeeze as he studied your face.

“Don’t we all,” he sighed dramatically, shaking his head with flourish. The curls of his hair bounced in tandem with the motion, tickling the skin of your face. He took a step backwards into the room, pulling you in. You stumbled for a moment as he guided your hips around the clutter on his bedroom floor, but Eddie’s secure grip ensured you didn’t come close to falling.

Without much of a care for his own general wellbeing, Eddie dropped himself onto his bed, just narrowly missing the neck of his guitar. He pulled you down onto his lap, the combined weight making the bedframe creak and the springs in his mattress to bounce in retaliation to the motion. 

You melted into his chest, allowing him to rock you carefully back and forward.

“You know,” he murmured, “I’ve basically got the entire song done.” You hummed noncommittally, trying hard to relate to what he was telling you. Eddie had been spending what felt like every waking minute he was free slaving over his guitar in attempt to learn the newest song by his favourite band, Metallica.

You couldn’t lie and say you were particularly interested in his preferred genre (being more of a Bowie and Beatles fan yourself) but it was always endearing to see the cute way his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to work out a particular chord, or the way he chewed his lips from frustration and gave you a perfect excuse to ‘kiss the stress away’. Either way, you didn’t at all mind indulging him in his interests if it meant you got to see his eyes shine and his face brighten.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed the affirmative, “God, I wish I could play guitar.” Abruptly, Eddie straightened his back, almost causing you to fall off his lap.

“I can teach you!” You shook your head, burying your face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. 

“I don’t wanna do anything right now. I just wanna relax.” Eddie tutted.

“Listen to me babygirl, it’ll cheer you up, I promise you.” With a sigh, you pulled your face away, resolve crumbling as you met his hopeful gaze.

“Okay, but I’m not getting up.” He laughed, hands shuffling you around so that your back was flush against his chest.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” For a minute, he was still, hands resting on your waist and your own resting idly on his legs that were either side of yours. Of course, Eddie was merely relishing in the moment. He quickly snapped out of his stupor the moment you tilted your head to fix him with an inquisitive look, and reached over to grab his guitar (which proved to be a little difficult with you in his lap). Honestly, if you knew what you did to him, he didn’t think he’d ever recover.

The varnished wood was cool against your skin as the guitar was pulled over your lap, causing goose bumps to rise on your skin. At the very least, it was a refreshing contrast from the suffocating heat from Eddie right behind you. 

“Alright, it’s plugged in, but I’ve turned it down so it shouldn’t be too loud for you.” Eddie grinned, moving so that his chin was on your shoulder, eagerly eyeing the hesitance with which you placed your fingers over the strings. The metallic texture made you jolt, which in turn spurred a laugh from the boy behind you. 

“What do I do?” You asked, almost shuddering at Eddie’s warm breath dancing over the skin of your shoulder. 

Wordlessly, his hands came up to rest over yours, his fingers pushing down yours onto different strings up the neck of the guitar. The other brought your hand down in a strumming motion. It was merely a simple chord- you could at least work out that much- but it still sent a little shot of adrenaline up your spine all the same.

“Awe sick!” Eddie laughed at your obvious excitement, lips moving to press a few fleeting kisses on your neck. You tried in vain to ignore the flutters the action sent into your stomach, lest you get an earful of Eddie’s teasing. 

“Master Of Puppets begins with an E chord, which goes like this.” His words were quiet in the back of your mind as he manipulated your hands to the correct positions. You couldn’t help but giggle at the prospect of the action, even if you knew it wasn’t you who was really playing. It was when a recognisable melody began to form that you really felt proud. It wasn’t really the song- not in the way you had heard Eddie play it, at least. Sort of a crude, amateur recreation of what it should have been, but you didn’t mind. To you, it was perfect.

“You’re so good at this, babe,” Eddie chuckled, “maybe you should be in the band.” You laughed, leaning back into his chest even more. 

“I don’t think I could do the headbanging like you.”

“Really? Don’t want to mess up your pretty hair?” You turned your head and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Your hair is prettier.” He scoffed.

“Whatever you say, babe.” 

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie x reader #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson x reader

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where i’ve been

hello everyone! first of all, i wanted to start with an apology. i know many of you sent in requests and obviously have seen no outcome to these requests, and that is completely on me and i am truly sorry for that.

if it wasn’t evident, this is my first tumblr blog, and i didn’t realise how overwhelming it would be. i started writing for encanto during its peak of popularity, and i underestimated how many requests i would get and how hard it would be to complete all of them. i realise now i should have closed my requests when i had around 10, now i have 37 and i don’t think i will be getting through them

additionally, this stress sort of ruined my passion for encanto and writing with it, and those two issues together made it really difficult to continue writing, alongside it being exam season in the uk for gcse and a level students during may and june

overall, almost half a year since my last post, i’d like to say i will no longer write for encanto, but i may still continue with the preexisting requests out of respect for you guys. i can’t make any promises, but if you specifically message me or ask for a post you requests beforehand, i will be sure to do it

my requests are now open, however, for bnha, the owl house, and stranger things, if this interests any of you

thank you for all your support :)

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Hey, I was wondering if you could write some headcanon angst to fluff with Camilo Madrigal where he and the reader got into a fight, maybe he pretended to be someone to get her to tell him something or maybe he let something about her slip out and all the village know now... and she give him a silent treatment for maybe a week? So like, she refuses to sleep next to him, to cook for him, to kiss him, and how he acts before, during and after the silent treatment? Thx so much honey 💕

Camilo getting the silent treatment

⤷ characters - camilo madrigal

⤷ fandom - encanto

⤷ warnings - none

⤷ type - headcannons, (fem) reader

⤷ word count - 1k+ 

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⤷ join our discord server

★ camilo was pretty well known to be a bit of a trickster

★ he knew how to make people laugh, after all, and even though you were his girlfriend, you knew not to let your guard down

★ for the most part, though, he knew when to stop. he rarely took things too far

★ for the most part

★ of course, he was bound to mess up at some point 

★ it was just fate that it happened to be with you

★ at first, camilo didn’t think he had done anything wrong

★ he had turned himself into one of your closest friends to figure out why you had been acting weird lately- he thought it’d be easier than continue to ask considering you weren’t telling him

★ turned out you were just planning a surprise date and didn’t want to let it slip 

★ when you found out what he did, you were pissed

★ poor camilo didn’t know why you were so mad at him

★ sure, he was upset that you were upset, but he didn’t know why you were upset

★ he eventually settled on the idea that you were annoyed that he spoiled your surprise, so he offered to take you out on a date to make up for it

★ que the confusion when you only got angrier

★ you were hurt that he would lie to you, and you even said it was manipulative

★ him, manipulative!

★ as nicely as he could he told you that he did it to everyone, and that it was easier just to get over it

★ wrong move.

★ you went home, nose stuck high in the air and arms crossed tightly over your chest

★ he tried to get you to stop and turn around, but you refused to talk to him

★ after a while, he gave up, turning back to his casita with the assumption that you needed some time alone

★ you would be fine tomorrow, after all

★ the next day, he happily meandered to your house, seeing as you hadn’t come to greet him to have breakfast together, like usual

★ (he thought it was a little weird, but, in all honesty, camilo had almost entirely forgotten what had happened the night before)

★ but, you just rolled your eyes when you saw him, slamming the door in his face

★ he was gobsmacked

★ at first, he would try to talk to you any chance he could- whether that would be around town in between his chores, or waiting outside your house when you went in to grab him

★ you didn’t grace him the light of day, only meeting his gaze when you would wave your hand to get him to move out of your path

★ you didn’t smile at him, talk to him, and he was really beginning to miss your kisses

★ he missed you at nights, where he would leave your space on the bed empty even though he knew you weren’t coming in 

★ he missed the way you would usher him into your house to get him to try your newest treat, and he missed the way you would laugh after seeing him try one that you burnt

★ it’s almost physically draining, even if it had only been a couple of days

★ follows you around like a lost puppy, constantly trying to get you to answer back to him

★ it’s almost suffocating- he’s attached to your hip at all times of the day

★ he wasn’t a particularly clingy boyfriend before the silent treatment, so it’s a bit of a jarring change

★ you ignore him the best you can

★ the intervention comes when dolores hears him sniffling to himself in the kitchen in the middle of the night

★ he explains everything, and it takes dolores hitting him upside the head for him to snap back into reality

★ as the best older sister, dolores explains that he broke your trust, and as his girlfriend you feel hurt that he’s not acknowledging this

★ his mind is blown

★ that’s what you’re upset about?

★ he’s such an idiot

★ despite it being literally pitch black outside, camilo races to your house

★ his heart nearly burst out his chest to find that, even though the two of you were arguing, you still kept your window open for him, as if you were hoping he would come

★ trips over your window sill in his haste and literally slams onto your bedroom floor

★ ‘JESUS CHRIST CAMILO’

★ this was the moment you broke the silent treatment

★ you fumbled to his side, checking over him for injuries with concern written all over your features

★ he wonders what you’re doing already awake so late into the night

★ then he sees that your eyes are puffy and your cheeks flushed

★ his heart aches

★ immediately starts to apologise

★ he takes all the blame, recounting everything that he did wrong and exactly how he’s going to do better in the future

★ to his surprise, you start laughing

★ god how he missed that sound

★ it doesn’t take long for you to accept his apology, and you apologise yourself for being immature instead of just explaining why you were upset

★ he is more than relieved: he never wants to go through the silent treatment again

★ for a while afterwards, he’s gonna be walking on eggshells

★ he does everything he did before and more- barely allowing you to walk outside your own house without trying to hold the door open and practically trying to carry you so ‘your feet don’t ache’

★ you do tell him to stop eventually

★ (after you took advantage of his pampering, of course)

★ he’s still worried, though

★ pepa tells him that all couples argue at some points, and it makes the relationship stronger 

★ that help him calm down

★ overall, however, he does everything in his power to make sure he never angers you to that point ever again

★ but hey, you can only get stronger from this point

#encanto #encanto x reader #encanto headcannons #camilo #camilo x reader #camilo headcannons #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal headcannons #encanto camilo #encanto camilo x reader #encanto camilo headcannons #dolores #dolores madrigal #pepa #pepa madrigal #dolores headcannons #pepa headcannons

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When you deny a request (which is totally valid!) will you answer it saying you won’t or you just delete it? (Asking more out of curiosity if my request was denied hehe, which would be ok if it was!!)

i usually will answer them saying whatever reason i will not write them, but in general i think i have over 20 requests right now? so it is taking me a while to work through them. i do them in the order which i received them, unless they donate to my kofi, in which case they get special priority. which was your request?

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I love your writing so much! You're doing a great job :)

ahhh thank you! im glad youre enjoying it :D

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IM OBSESSED W UR CAMILO WRITING UR CHARACTERIZATION OF HIM IS SO WELL DONE OH MY GOD. NEVER STOP WRITING CAMILO😭😭😭

thank you so much! i fell in love with camilo the moment i watched the film, so im glad im doing him justice!

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the absolute fact that Pequitas Bonitas has made me somehow simp for Bruno is frightening and i love your writing for that but also i’m scared

what?? you mean you didnt simp for the 50 literal rat man that lived in the walls BEFORE this?? smh you should be scared tbh

fr tho this is probably the best compliment i could get lmao

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hello, can u do a camilo madrigal x gn reader where both of them were really busy for the past few weeks and didn't have time for eachother so both of them just basically cuddle once all of their work r done, also maybe a little angst where they argue abt how they pushed eachother away as well?

An Hour and a Half

⤷ pairing - camilo madrigal x (gn) reader

⤷ fandom - encanto

⤷ warnings - slight angst, hurt/comfort

⤷ summary - work has isolated you and camilo from each other, and as tensions grow, there is only one way to deal with the stress: cuddles

⤷ notes - we all love a little hurt/comfort in the morning. honestly this is a little less angst than i wanted, but with how the story was going i didn’t think a full blown argument would really match

⤷ word count - 1k+

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You were so tired.

You could feel the throb in your head- a pounding just behind your eyes that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you willed it to. At this point, all you wanted was to go to bed- hopefully, with the love of your life, Camilo Madrigal.

At the start of your relationship, the two of you had been all over each other: fingers always intertwined and gaze never breaking, hearts beating in tandem. Like all young couples, you had sworn that the honeymoon phase would never shift the rose tinted lenses from your eyes. 

And, like all young couples, you had been wrong. 

Whether Camilo knew it or not, he tended to put the town above you. It was natural, you supposed with a bitter resentment, that the boy who grew up and conditioned himself to believe that he wasn’t worth love until he gave himself up just to make someone smile would be at the least subconsciously reluctant to shake off that mindset. Old habits die hard, after all. 

More days than not you woke up to a cold bed. You worked late into the night, and Camilo rose earlier than the sun, which left for little crossover even if you did have enough time to spare.

So the day you finally had a day off was a day well anticipated. You shuffled into Casita in the early hours of dusk, movement sluggish and eyes weary as they blearily glanced around. With a heavy sigh, you trudged your way to Camilo’s room, too tired to have anything more than a budding excitement well up inside you.

He was laying on the bed when you pushed open the door, his brown curls fanned over the stark white pillow, limbs entangled in the pale yellow sheets. Eyes open and pointed to the high ceiling darted over to you as you softly closed the door behind you, his expression looking as drained as you felt.

Despite it all, he still brightened when he saw you, pushing himself up to the headboard. You couldn’t help the spite that bubbled up in your chest, your lips pulling into a small frown as you slipped off your ruana and slung it over the end of the bed. It was almost like you didn’t recognise him, his face a blur within your thoughts, only justified in its consummation when he was a tangible form before your eyes. It was disconcerting, to say the least. 

Camilo noticed your subdued demeanour, his expression dampening and shoulders slumping.  “What is it, mi vida?” He questioned, the pet name ringing around in your head. 

“What is a couple to you, Camilo?” You questioned quietly, watching Camilo abruptly straighten from the corner of your eye as you crossed your arms. 

“I...” 

“We haven’t spent a day together in over a month,” you seethed, chest tightening, “it’s as if you’re dating the town, not me.” His brows furrowed, uncharacteristic frown on his face. 

“Now that’s not fair,” he spoke slowly, almost sternly as he stood up, taking a step closer towards you, “you can’t say it’s been easy for either of us. And it’s not like you’ve made a real effort either.” Anger flared up inside you, warming your cheeks in a fiery blaze. 

“Don’t blame this on me-”

“I’m not trying to-”

“-you act like you don’t even care. About me.” You spat, knuckles clenched by your sides. Camilo’s expression softened, and you didn’t even realise you had been crying until he took a step forward to brush away a tear that ran over your cheek. You sniffled, allowing him to pull you into his chest.

“I didn’t mean for it to seem like that, mi vida,” he murmured, rubbing circles into your back with his thumbs. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into the soft fabric that laid over his shoulders as he softly rocked you. 

“You know you’re my everything.” He sighed. After a moments hesitation, you nodded. His chest rumbled as he chuckled. Gently, he nudged you to the bed. You paid no heed to the way you knew your clothes would be stiff and unbearably folded come morning. Right now, Camilo was enough. 

“I’ll be better, I promise.” You spoke lowly, as if any louder and he would leave you. Your back was flush against the sheets, head propped up against the pillow as Camilo crawled in beside you. He huffed, shaking his head.

“We both will.” Your aching limbs sank into the sheets, almost too heavy to keep up. You pulled Camilo closer, intertwining his fingers with yours. His head hit the pillow pretty quickly, eyes focused on yours as he wrapped his free arm around your waist. 

You didn’t stop to think about the way your chest bumped against his each time you breathed out, nor the way you were so close you could practically feel his heartbeat, your legs tangled and faces only inches apart. This was okay- you were okay. Camilo was comfortable. Despite your worries, he was a constant; one you were forever thankful for. 

The fatigue was finally beginning to catch up to you, rattling in your joints and blearing your mind into a hazy cry for you to sleep. And, with Camilo’s eyes fluttering shut, his breathing at last stilling into a quiet lilt, that was okay. 

You reached forward, brushing a few stray hairs out of Camilo’s face. His features were relaxed, the dark rings under his eyes already seeming less and less evident in the mere minutes that passed. He needed this, and so did you. 

So, with Camilo’s arms draped around you like you were the last good thing in his life, you allowed yourself to relax. Not for long. Perhaps for just an hour and a half. 

#encanto #encanto x reader #camilo #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo encanto #camilo encanto x reader #encanto camilo #encanto camilo x reader #x reader

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Hi! I hope you're having a good day/night!! You can totally ignore this fic prompt and it may be kinda weird since this is my first time asking, but maybe a Bruno x flirty!reader where they're in their 20-30's and met at at bar while he tells fortunes/performs with his rats? Your writing is amazing btw, and thanks!!

Lady Luck

⤷ pairing - bruno madrigal x (gn) reader

⤷ fandom - encanto

⤷ warnings - alcohol, drinking

⤷ summary - there are rumours in your local bar- a fortune-teller who will read your prophecy. you're ready to pay a pretty penny to meet him, only to find he's a bit of a dime himself

⤷ notes - thank you so much for the compliment! this was a fun request. btw you didn't specify so i did a gender neutral reader (i wasn’t sure if ‘they’re in their 20-30s’ referred to both of them or just the reader), but it doesn't take long and it's not at all an issue if you want me to change it to something else!

⤷ word count - 1.7k+

⤷ consider buying me a coffee!

You local bar was a dingy, hole in the wall, don’t go there unless you know the people sort of place. It wasn’t the roughest part of town, but it also wasn’t the best part either- the sort of place where people would come to drink away there troubles, or at least drink enough that you could get a bottle smashed over your head and barely feel the pain. 

You couldn’t say much about it: it was simply a place to knock back a couple with your mates without having to worry about much. Besides, if you happened to get bored, there was always someone hanging around who was prepared to have a little fun. 

All in all, you liked it. It was comfortable. So when there was news of a new guy hanging around- a prophet, you were anything but complacent. The locals had told you twisted tales of the man, with a shadowed face and eyes that glowed jade as he warped your future with a ghoulish depravity- a deviant among men.

You hadn’t heard the nicest things about him, but that didn’t quell your curiosity any bit. You were intrigued, burning with a need to meet this man yourself. After all, you were a person who knew how to get what you wanted. Besides, if he knew himself, he should see you coming. 

You shoved your shoulder into the wooden door, ignoring the sharp stab of pain that shot through you. The door often got jammed, which you wouldn’t deny was a little frustrating. If the poorly nailed back together boarding on the front- a clear indication of a violent destruction- was anything to go by, the others thought the same. 

You sighed before throwing your entire body into the door, which acquiesced with a shrill shriek of its hinges. It slammed into the wall on the other side as you stumbled through, its knob furthering the already present dent in the plaster. To no surprise, not even the loud noise garnered any sort of attention from the others, lost in their own drinks.

The interior was awash with a low, warm light, perhaps more of a way to cover the misshapen intricacies of the establishment than to add to the subtle ambience. It was dark outside, the cool light of the moon filtering through the glass windows. They were stained a deep red, only enhancing the obscurity of the atmosphere. To the untrained eye, it was hard to even distinguish the other patrons, but you, familiar to the environment, were easily able to navigate through the dim lighting. 

You traversed to the bar, stepping over a floorboard that you knew would make an obscenely loud creak, and swiftly dodging a man as he fell face down in a pool of his own whiskey. 

Your gaze swung around the room, scanning from corner to corner: from the couple that you knew were a one night stand exchanging booze and saliva, to the group of young boys knocking back shots as if their life depended on it, to finally...

Oh. That must be him.

The man was almost entirely veiled by the small crowd amassed around him, but that green glow was unmistakeable. You sniffed indignantly, moving to the bar to sit down. The stools were adorned with a worn red leather, stitching frayed and ragged; the counter top was stained with unidentifiable substances that had long seeped into the wood after a long time of neglect. 

“Ah, (Y/N), good to see you again.” A saccharine voice called out to you, cutting through the general commotion of the bar. You grinned, tilting your head away from the mysterious man to meet the gaze of the bartender. 

“Good to see you too, Enrique.” The man smiled, eyes darting to where you had been previously looking.

“You curious about Bruno, too?” You hummed, tapping your nails on the splintered countertop. 

“So that’s his name.” Your eyes narrowed as you tried to catch a glimpse of his face through the wall of bodies to no avail. With a sigh, you turned back to Enrique, gesturing vaguely to an unnamed bottle of rum that was lined up haphazardly on the counter behind him. Wordlessly, he poured you a glass, sliding it across the bar top to you.

“You might have to wait a bit to get a moment with him.” Enrique mentioned, scooping a few ice cubes into your glass. You shrugged, taking a large swig of rum.

“That’s fine. He better be worth it, though.” And so you waited, with eyes trained on the crowd as it slowly dwindled down to nothing- the novelty wearing off for the night. You had completely finished your drink at this point, alongside a few others as you made nice with another sitting a few seats down from you. 

The moment you saw the glow of his eyes flicker was when you made your move.

You stalked to his table, tucked away in one of the darkest corners of the bar. Whether it was to improve his aesthetic or if he simply just enjoyed the dark, you couldn’t tell.

“Bruno, if I’m correct?” you called, causing the poor man to jump in his seat and whip around to face you. Oh. This was a surprise. Deep brown eyes opened wide as they gazed at you, thick curls that lay messily on his warm skin alongside the way he twiddled his thumbs positively enticed you. 

“Uh, yes, that’s me. Do you want a prophecy?” He questioned, voice wavering slightly as you sat down across from him. 

“No need,” you grinned, “I can already tell you’re gonna be in my future, querido.” For a moment, you thought his brain had completely stopped working. His eyes went impossibly wide, mouth parting slightly before he coughed into a closed fist, looking anywhere but you. Cute.

“Right, I mean, if you’re sure.” You hummed, nursing a glass of whiskey Enrique had given you. A good luck drink, of sorts.

“Anyway, what brings a pretty boy like you around here? Do they pay a lot for the fortunes?” He blinked, tongue darting out to swipe at his bottom lip as he gulped.

“Pretty boy?” You levelled him with an even stare, taking a sip from your drink with an easy smile on your face. He shook his head, as if willing himself to focus, “Right, uh, I do them for free.” Your eyebrows raised, surprise pinching your features.

“Really?” He just nodded, fumbling with the fabric of his faded green ruana, “Alright, maybe I will have one.” His back straightened as he prepared himself, but despite that, you could still tell he wasn’t the tallest guy around. Lanky, too. You knew that if he couldn’t have offered those prophecies, he would have been torn apart months ago.

“What do you want to ask?” Bruno questioned, eyes curiously darting up to yours. You pretended to think for a second, allowing your gaze to wander away, before meeting his own once again, smirk painted on your lips.

“I want one about you.” 

“Me?” He squeaked, pointing at himself, a look of astonishment on his face. You nodded, leaning over the small circular table to get closer to him. At this proximity, you could clearly see the way he fidgeted in his seat, and his heated cheeks. “Of course, I want to know if I’ll actually ever get lucky enough to see you again after tonight.” He relaxed lightly, bobbing his head without saying a word. His eyes began to glow a psychedelic green, burning into your mind. They were even brighter from up close, piercing through the low light like a flare. Your breath hitched. 

In the back of your mind, you knew there was something going on around you- a flame in the corner of your eye? Maybe sand around you? It didn’t matter: the only thing you could possibly focus on were his eyes. That alluring colour and the simply irresistible expression he was making as he tried to concentrate on your prophecy. 

“Oh, that’s not good.” His mumbling is what evidently what snapped you out of your stupor, his demeanour tense and seemingly worried as he looked down at a neon green tablet. However, as you looked a little closer, you could see his darkened cheeks- he was embarrassed.

With no further reservations, you snatched the tablet out of his hands, eager to see what the future had in store for you. As fate would have it, there you were sharing an all too intimate embrace, his eyes wide and doe-eyed as they stared at you.

Despite your confidence, you could feel your chest warm, a slight fluster coursing through your veins. Studying your reaction, Bruno sighed.

“I’m sorry, this is probably bad news. I’m sure you have a reputation that I’ll-” 

“Hey,” you cut him off, excitement clouding your judgement as he obediently closed his mouth, waiting on what you wanted to say with an avid rapture, “this place is a little boring, huh?” You smiled, standing up with your hand outstretched towards him. 

“What do you say we get a head start on that prophecy?” His wide eyes darted from your hand to your face, seemingly completely caught off guard. You waited patiently as he contemplated, fingers drumming nervously on the wood. After a minute, he took your hand, allowing you to pull him to his feet. 

Bruno couldn’t predict where you would lead him. For once, he didn’t want to.

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(Same anon) oh yeah! Also uncomfy with aging up just for smut, yikes.

My request was gonna be if you could do soulmates trope but with them being adults. A little angst with happy ending. It’s okay if not tho!! Thank you for being so nice and I love your fics a whole lot!!

yeah sure that's totally fine! just send me a request with more specific details, like the character and plot, and ill add it to my drafts!

i actually really love soulmate aus lmao

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Hm, when Casita fell didn’t they lose their gifts? How was Dolores still wtih super hearing in your “Falling for Fear” story? Or was she pretending for Camilo’s sake?

so basically, it's partly she was pretending for camilo, and partly because i believe that while she does not have super hearing, she is still adept at picking out voices from background noise because of her gift and having to tune out certain voices for that.

basically, any of the madrigals could have heard (Y/N) if they were really, really focused, but because dolores was the only one who kept calm, and because of her previous skill anyway, she was the only one who could pick them up when they were shouting

hope this explains it!

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Hi! Do you write aged up characters? (It’s ok if you don’t. Im just curious)

i'm a little uncomfortable with aging up characters just for smut, but aging up for different sfw situations (i.e. college/university, marriage, ect., ect.) i'm fine with :)

all in all, if you're unsure, send the request anyway, and i'll do it at my own discretion

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Hope it doesn't bother you! In the fic "falling for fear" you used a femenine pronound by accident in the part that says "was she trapped inside?" or maybe my reading comprehension isn't good. Aaa

you're right! it's changed now, thank you for pointing it out

as a cis female, my natural instinct is to write with feminine pronouns, but obviously if it's a gender neutral reader i need for that not to happen. i try my best, but sometimes it will slip my mind, so please don't be afraid to call me out on it :)

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Hi soo Im totally in love with your writing because it’s so detailed and amazing. I was wondering if you could make an angst Camilo x gn reader where when Casita comes down and the reader is trapped inside. Camilo is super devastated and is practically going insane at this point, but then the reader is safe and happy ending :)

(No worries if you don’t feel like it, just feel like you would amazing at angst)

Falling for Fear

⤷ pairing - camilo madrigal x (gn) reader

⤷ fandom - encanto

⤷ warnings - angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

⤷ summary - when casita came crashing down, it was camilo’s worst nightmare. when he realised you were still inside, the reality became much worse

⤷ notes - thank you so much! im still learning how to do angst, so thanks for the opportunity

⤷ word count - 1.4k+

⤷ consider buying me a coffee! 

Camilo could barely breathe. The thick plumes of dust that billowed into the air obscured his vision and scratched at his throat, forcing painful coughs and hacking to wreck through his chest. His eyes watered as he choked, pounding a fist on his chest in an attempt to heave the itch away.

Casita had fallen. It’s rubble was all around him, crumbling like a fallen kingdom. He stumbled, sandals catching on sharp rocks and steps fumbling over smashed tile. There was a sharp ache in his wrist, reverberating in his bones with a dull throb. He cradled it with the other hand; he could only imagine it was from the fall. 

He blearily looked around, squinting to see the silhouettes of his family through the soot. Pepa, on her knees, Antonio wrapped tightly in her arms. Dolores crouched on the ground, hands over her ears as the rubble continued to tumble down around her. Behind her, Félix softly rubbed her back. Luisa and Isabela were with Agustín, seemingly soothing him as he gripped his calf, wailing to Julieta (the latter of whom was with Mirabel). Abuela was floating around the groups, checking up on each person, concern cutting deep lines into her face.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Eleven including him.

That just left...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

With him, there should be twelve.

Where were you?

His heart almost stopped.

Camilo quickened his pace, his ankle crying out in pain as he slipped up over a piece of cracked concrete that jutted into his path. 

“G-Guys?” He called. Isabela rushed over to help him closer to the family, face contorted in concern. He heaved, allowing Isabela to shift him onto the ground next to Dolores. Abuela frowned, softly smoothing Camilo’s hair, inspecting his face for any injuries.

“Abuela,” he groaned, rubbing his wrist, “where’s (Y/N)?” Abuela’s eyes widened, her head whipping over her shoulder to scan the group. 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

“Todos,” her voice was uncharacteristically wavering, tinged with an emotion Camilo couldn’t place. All he knew was that he didn’t like it, “who has eyes on (Y/N)?” The family went silent, eyes darting to each other as if they had just realised that they were together. It seemed like they were in sync the moment they noticed you weren’t with them.

Camilo’s stomach dropped.

“(Y/N) is gone?!” Pepa cried, swiftly rising to her feet with Antonio in her arms. It felt odd to see her so distraught with a clear sky above her head. Isabela gasped, turning to the destruction behind the group.

“Were they trapped inside?” Her dress tore as she ran back into the wreckage, hands groping blindly against the remains of Casita as she cried out your name, voice cracking more and more with each second that passed. Wordlessly, Luisa ran after her, shifting the fallen debris as much as she could. 

“What if they’re injured?” Mirabel gulped, gripping on to Julieta. The latter could only stare, expression horrified. Camilo couldn’t help but wonder if she was assuming the worst. As if you were dead.

Camilo lurched, fingers curling into his hair. What if you had died? His heart hammered against his ribs, the noise of his family scrambling to find you fading into mere static that battered his skull. His vision blurred, eyes stinging. He felt physically sick, the nausea in his stomach burning an acrid coil in his throat.

He could barely express a coherent thought, mind running at a speed too fast for him to comprehend it. You could be dead. Breathe in, breathe out. Just like he told his mama. Breathe in, breath out.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

“Camilo.” The young boy jumped, accidentally tugging at his hair. He turned to see Dolores, eyebrows knotted together in concern. Her round eyes were wide, staring deep into his own.

It was at that moment he realised he was crying. 

He sniffled, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand. He shouldn’t be crying. He was Antonio’s older brother, the one who could find him wherever he would run off to. He was Pepa’s son, the one who could calm her down even on the stormiest of days. He was Camilo Madrigal, the one the town could rely on to keep on smiling.

But above all, he was yours. 

The tears kept coming. 

“Camilo,” Dolores pressed, hands resting on his shoulders to force him to face her. He let out a stuttered sob, hiding his face in his arm. She grabbed his hand, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles, “hermano, I can still hear them.” His head snapped up, gaze locking onto hers.

“You can?” She nodded, steely determination in her eyes. “Yes. I can hear them speaking. They’re looking for us. I don’t think they’re in pain but we need to find them quick.” He nodded, pulling Dolores up by her arm. Her red dress was blackened with soot, the dirt underneath her nails tainting her usual disposition. 

The two took off, Dolores leading them with an unmatched fervour. Camilo willed himself to ignore the way his ankle resisted the movement, with each step striking a pain that spiked deep into his body. 

“(Y/N)!” He shouted, voice straining against his vocal chords. He had inhaled too much dust, and his throat burned at his voice. Dolores’ gaze sharpened.

“They replied. They’re close.” Camilo could only nod. 

The labyrinth of ruins was immense, threatening to overwhelm him as Dolores deftly weaved through the refuge with a skill that was a little unfounded. There was concrete and tile obtruding as far as the eye could see, and the dust had not settled enough to allow Camilo any sort of comfort in knowing where they were going. Still, Dolores seemed to move with a pervading purposefulness, resolute in her actions. 

“Camilo?” A weak voice called out. Dolores stopped, head turning in all directions.

“I heard them too.” Camilo spoke, letting go of Dolores’ hand. 

“Camilo, D-Dolores!” The voice cried again, stronger this time. 

“There!” Camilo followed the direction Dolores was pointing to see a figure stumbling out from behind a fallen wall. Camilo’s heart fluttered. It was you. Of course it was, you would never leave him.

“(Y/N)!” He ran over, sweeping you up into his arms and spinning you around in one smooth movement. You laughed, relief clear as day as he planted you back onto his feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close. You smelled like soot and earth- quite a stark contrast from your usual scent, but Camilo was just overjoyed that you were here. You were here, in his arms, wonderfully real and wonderfully alive. 

Somewhere in the back, of his mind he acknowledged Dolores saying she would notify the others before leaving, but he couldn’t take his attention off of you for even a second.

“Have you been crying?” You questioned, eyeing the red rims around his eye. He just nodded, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I was so scared.” You grinned, eyes watering.

“I was too.” He peppered kisses all over your face, from your forehead to your chin, and everywhere in between. You giggled, moving your hands to interlace his fingers with yours. He finally placed the last kiss on your temple with an unnecessarily loud sound, moving to check the rest of your body.

“Are you hurt? Do you have any injuries?” You shook your head, pulling him up to face you again.

“I’m okay, now that I’m with you.” He breathed out, awestruck wonder filling his chest. There you were, with grime dirtying your features and bruises littering your skin and yet you were still positively stunning. If he had to spend the rest of his life chasing after you, he would do so in a heart beat.

“Yeah, me too, mi vida.”

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ohmygod the absence of you was so gooooood, big sad on that fic. however, i have come for some fluff to cure my sad. if its ok, i was hoping to request bruno with a nb s/o who has freckles? he gives off enough goofy vibes for me to think he would love sitting with his s/o and kissing/counting all their freckles.

Pequitas Bonitas

⤷ pairing - bruno madrigal x (gn) reader

⤷ fandom - encanto

⤷ warnings - slightly steamy but nothing explicit, it’s implied

⤷ summary - bruno never thought of himself as a man with a particular taste in appearance, but he couldn't help but fall in love with the freckles on your cheeks

⤷ notes - i also have freckles, so i have no complaints. also you are entirely correct bruno is a massive dork

⤷ word count - 1k+

⤷ consider buying me a coffee!

⤷ join our discord server

The first time you saw Bruno staring at you, you weren’t quite sure why he was doing it. 

To be honest, you simply reasoned that he was socially inept from staying in those walls for so long, and just didn’t know that it wasn’t that appropriate to not look directly at someone’s face for a solid five minutes. So you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Four months later, you made the mistake of assuming his social skills might have improved. But no, as it would have it, every time you looked at him, he was already staring at you, eyes darting over your face as if he was searching for something. You were convinced he had to know what he was doing, because once he noticed you caught him, he would turn his head right around. When you watched a little longer, you saw the tell-tale blush on his face.

It was around then that you figured out he had a little crush on you. 

Bruno was an interesting man to court. A blushing, stuttering mess every time you came around- you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have fun teasing the poor man. It was simply too cute to see the way he squirmed, obviously not used to the level of affection you were giving to him. Of course, you indulged yourself with him whenever he wanted, all too happy to help him out. 

Still, even nearly a year into your relationship, you would continue to catch him staring at you.

“Querido, you can’t keep doing that,” you drawled one night, his dark eyes shining a deep whiskey colour in the low yellow light of your bedside lamp. He quickly looked away, dark hair obscuring his expression from view.

“Keep doing what? I’m not doing anything- I’ve never done anything.” He twiddled his thumbs, shoulders hunched as he perched himself on the edge of your mattress. You smiled, crawling behind him on your knees before slipping your arms underneath his arms, relishing in the way he tensed slightly. 

Bruno was always hot, almost uncomfortably so, which would sometimes end up in you waking up under the sheets in a sweaty tangle of limbs during the height of the summer, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, you couldn’t help but take pride in the way you could physically feel his body temperature rise as your fingers trailed across his stomach and up his chest, your chin fitted snugly at the crook of his neck. He shuddered in such a delightful way when your hot breath danced across his neck that you had to bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

“You know what I’m talking about,” you hummed, leaning your head onto his. You eyed his expression, studying the way his eyebrows pinched together and eyes stared directly down into his lap. It was obvious to anyone that he was nervous. You rubbed circles into the fabric of his shirt, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“It’s your freckles.” He blurted, making you freeze. While you usually refrained from dwelling on your freckles that much, you knew opinions on the feature themselves were divided. Some were convinced that they were god’s gift to humanity, whilst others were adamant they were indicative of impurity. You only hoped that Bruno wasn’t the latter. 

“Oh...” you muttered, withdrawing your arms slightly with a sheepish chuckle, “do you not like them?” He whipped around, eyes widened and hands outstretched defensively as he shook his head. He looked almost horrified at the assumption.

“No, mi amor! I think they’re lovely!” He floundered, crawling between your legs as you propped yourself up against the headboard. His large hands raised to cup your face, thumbs tracing stars and hearts onto your cheeks. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward, lips meeting your forehead with a candid gentleness that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Ay, Bruno, no...” you resisted with a faux annoyance, playfully pushing against his chest as his hands meandered down to your waist, lips tracing down to your temple, to your nose and down to your chin, all the while he murmured sweet nothings into your hot skin between each kiss. Your chest felt light, heart pounding against your ribs while he squeezed your sides. 

Your hands weaved through his silky hair, fingers deftly teasing out the knots as he hummed in satisfaction, head moving down to the exposed skin of your shoulder from where your oversized night shirt had slipped. 

“I think every part of you is stunning,” he spoke, lips pressing to the spattering of freckles on your shoulder, “your freckles are beautiful, just like the rest of you,” Your stomach jumped, his teeth grazing your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, causing you to tug at his hair in response. Bruno gazed up at you, nothing but admiration in his eyes.

“Lo siento, mi amor.” You chuckled, leaning down to rest your forehead against his. 

“It’s nothing, querido.” You pushed his hair away from his face. He laced his fingers with yours, pulling your hand up to press a kiss to your palm. His touch was so tender, shaping to your being and yielding to your desire. How could you not idolize the man in front of you? In all his ways, your heart ached for his touch as if he was your life line. 

You grabbed his chin, tilting his head up to finally plant a kiss on his lips. He seemed caught off guard, his gasp being swallowed by your mouth. You didn’t dwell, rather, pulling away after a second- just enough to leave him flustered.

“If you love my freckles so much... how about I show you which part of you I like the most?” His eyes widened, and he took in a deep breath.

“Of course, mi amor.”

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