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translytherins · 3 years

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The Date With An Intruder

Pairings: Kageyama Tobio x Male! Quiet! Pansexual! Reader

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'Everything's going to be fine... You can do this! You're just going on a date with you're cute classmate... That might hate you if something goes wrong...' Kageyama thought to himself, trying to calm himself down as he stood in front of (M/n)'s front door with a bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back.

Kageyama took a deep breath before he ringed the doorbell.

"Coming!"

He heard (M/n) shout from inside before the door opened and let me tell you... Kageyama once told Sugawara yes Sugawara that if (M/n) got any cuter than he already is he might die... Well... Looks like he's dying today. (M/n) was wearing a zip up t-shirt and black jeans. There was also a black stripe going down his sleeves.

(A/n: Here's a picture for reference also this drawing isn't mine so credits to the artist)

"Y-you look very beautiful today (M/n)-kun..." Kageyama muttered, looking at (M/n) with a bright blush on his face which worsened when (M/n) let out his cute giggle. Kageyama can now pass away peacefully.

"Thanks you look good too Kageyama-kun" (M/n) replied with a small smile on his face.

Kageyama, who finally managed to compose himself, took the bouquet of flowers that he was hiding behind his back and held it towards (M/n).

"Are these for me?"

Kageyama rapidly nodded his head which made (M/n) smile slightly before he took it from Kageyama.

"Thank you Kageyama-kun... I have an empty vase right now and was planning to buy some but it looks like I don't have to now... Come on... I wanna put it in right now so I don't accidentally loose it..." (M/n) said as he grabbed Kageyama's hand and brought him inside his house.

(M/n) led Kageyama towards the kitchen where an empty vase stood on the kitchen island. (M/n) let go of Kageyama's hand and carefully placed the bouquet of flowers into the vase.

"What do you think Kageyama-kun?" (M/n) asked while holding up the vase that now has the flower Kageyama gave him.

"Gorgeous..." Kageyama muttered making (M/n) perk up before he placed the vase back on the kitchen island Kageyama wasn't talking about the flowers.

"Let's go now shall we?" (M/n) asked Kageyama who nodded in return before leading (M/n) to a nice cat cafe that he liked going to when his isn't dead set on volleyball and yes I know very cliche but I couldn't think of anything else.

"You have no idea... How much I adore you right now Kageyama-kun..." (M/n) said as he looked at the cat cafe that Kageyama had brought him too.

"So you like it?"

"I absolutely love it! Come on! Come on! Let's go in!" (M/n) shouted, which made Kageyama surprised because (M/n) very rarely talked rather loudly, let alone start shouting so the fact that he got to see this side of (M/n) made him feel all bubbly and giddy inside.

Kageyama smiled at (M/n) slightly as (M/n) dragged him by the hand inside the cafe.

After the bought their food, they decided to sit down on the left side at the cafe and nearby a window. As they sat down, a cat that was kinda similar looking to Kageyama's hair color immediately jumped onto the table and sat right in front of (M/n). (M/n) and the cat stared at each other for a few seconds before (M/n) started scratching the cat's head making it pur as the cat leaned into (M/n)'s touch as Kageyama just watched fondly and was feeling slightly jealous at the attention (M/n) was giving the cat instead of him.

"Look Kageyama-kun... This cat looks like you're hair" (M/n) said as he carefully picked the cat up and held it right next to Kageyama's head as he laughed slightly.

Kageyama glared at the laughing (M/n) playfully before he saw a [hair coloured] cat that looked like (M/n)'s hair and gently picked it up before showing the cat to (M/n).

"Well this one looks like you're hair"

"Touché" (M/n) said as they both bursted out laughing slightly before they agreed to switch cats and started chatting with each other as they ate the food that K̶a̶g̶e̶y̶a̶m̶a̶ they bought, the cats in their laps napping peacefully.

>Meanwhile<

"Hey isn't that the King?"

"You mean Kageyama? Seems like it... Wonder who that chick is... You think their on a date?"

"No idea but I'll go find out right now!"

"Sh*ttykawa get back here!" a male with brown hair shouted towards his "best friend" but he was ignored l̶i̶k̶e̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ by said "best friend" which made him sigh and shake his head as he silently contemplated why he hasn't changed school yet and cut off all contacts with this bimbo.

"Yahoo! Tobio-chan! What are you doing here on this gorgeous day with this stunning person!" the male, Tohru Oikawa, said as he gestured towards (M/n).

"It's none of you're business..." Kageyama grumbled, his happy mood now spoiled because of his annoying ex-upperclassmen interrupting his date with (M/n).

"Oh come on Tobio-chan! Don't be rude!" Oikawa said happily before turning his attention towards the annoyed (M/n) which is never a good sign.

"It's a pleasure to meet you beautiful! My names T-"

"Tohru Oikawa. Volleyball captain of Aoba Johsai. Kageyama-kun's ex-upperclassmen. Aoba Johsai's playboy and "prince". Correct?" (M/n) said nonchalantly as if he didn't just figure out everything about Oikawa with one glance.

Oikawa and Kageyama just looked at him with wide eyes. Oikawa was the first to snap out of it and smiled at (M/n).

"Correct! You must be a fa-"

"No... Kageyama used to complain about you a lot through the letters he gave me... Can you leave now please? You're interrupting mine and Kageyama-kun's date" (M/n) said not giving Oikawa a glance and was just staring at Kageyama with an adoring look on his face making Kageyama flustered.

Oikawa pouted but he left and went back towards his teammates who were either laughing, annoyingly waiting for him to come back or already sitting at a table eating because that's what they came here to do before their captain got sidetracked.

"I'm sorry about him (M/n)-kun..." Kageyama said as he grabbed (M/n)'s hand that was on the table and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb.

(M/n) smiled slightly at Kageyama before he pecked Kageyama' s lips.

"It's fine Kageyama-kun... Now what were we talking about?"

It's safe to say that the date went splendidly well and they were both smitten for each other.

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A/n: I'm not fully back but I promised @i-h4venolife that I would make a sequel like a month ago I think and didn't want to delay anymore... Also @lonsleep wanted it too so... I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful day!!

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#male reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #gay #kageyama x male #kageyama tobio x male reader #haikyuu kageyama

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 3 years

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A simple greeting

Where you find yourself trapped inside the world of what you thought was a fictional book and the only way you can leave is to say hi to your favourite character... Overhaul.

Overhaul x reader

Warnings : swearing

Words : 872

Masterlist

Series masterlist

A/N : I am the biggest chisaki simp and I have never even written a fic for him????

Chapter 1

One second you were getting off the train stop nearest to your home, surrounded by normal looking people and the next you were standing in a busy station full of people with extra limbs or bright skin colours.

You felt your mind swim in confusion as you stayed still, feet frozen on the ground and eyes darting around the crowds. A familiar mop of green hair and freckles walked past and you quickly ran after.

“Um hello?” you called out, reaching out a hand and grasping his wrist.

“Hi?” he jumped, turning around and nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, letting go of his wrist and stepping back. “I thought you looked familiar, maybe not.”

“Ah,” he nodded, pausing slightly before reaching out a hand for a handshake. “Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Midoriya.”

Your eyes blinked repeatedly, “Like... Midoriya Izuku?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “I’m guessing you know me from UA’s sports festival?” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

You hurriedly nodded, not wanting to create unwanted suspicion. It was strange to see what had once been a 2d drawing stand before you, and gosh was the human version of him so much cuter.

“I’ve got to go to school now, it was nice meeting you...”

“Y/N.” you smiled, bowing slightly before waving as he ran towards the train.

“Bye Y/N!”

Watching his figure disappear, you realised the reality you had suddenly been thrown into, a fustrated sigh leaving you mouth as you quickly ran towards the exit. Your eyes blurred with tears as the calls you made to people in your world refused to go through.

You were stranded.

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Sitting down at the table of a small cafe, you took a sip from your favourite drink as a snowstorm of questions running through your mind. The worldmaster? Alternate dimensions?

You had never once considered that the people in this world were actually alive and not just animated characters. And the worldmasters quirk had accidentally brought you, who was from your dimension, into theirs?

“So...? How do I leave?” you finally asked, deciding that even though you didn’t fully believe this guy, he was the only person knowing of the fact that you were not from here.

“Well it’s simple actually.”

“Really?” you piped up, a smile gracing your features for the first time since you had stepped foot here.

“Yeah.” the worldmaster, Haru nodded, “Since this is like a book to you, you just need to talk to your favourite character.”

“Favourite character?” you racked through your brain to see who was your favourite, your smile and hope instantly shattering as the image of a man with a plague doctor’s mask entered your brain.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s going to happen.” you sulked, burrowing your face into hands as the worldmaster looked at you puzzled.

“Why is that? UA doesn’t have the highest security and pro heros are always happy to talk to their fans.”

“That’s not it.” you groaned, shaking your head before taking another simp.

“Is it a civillain?”

You shook your head once again.

He sucked his teeth in before continuing. “A villain?”

You looked at him and nodded with a sigh.

“Well that’s not the biggest problem either. LOV is all over the kids these days.”

You srunched your nose at him. “Ew, don’t say it like that. And it’s not them either.”

“Are you seriously going to leave me hanging?”

You glared at him, before speaking quickly. “It’s the bloody yakuza.”

He looked at you, mouth open. “Your favourite character, in the whole of our world, is in the Shie Hassaikai.”

“Shut up.” you mumbled, hiding your face as you heard his cackles ring out through the entire shop, red spreading through your face as everyone’s attention turned to you two. “Shut up you’re so obnoxious.”

He eventually died down, before continuing. “Well, there’s no such thing as impossible, I’ll try my best to help you, after all I’m the reason your in this mess.” he sighed.

“You’d better.” you seethed, pouting from the embarrassment. “And how come you’re not helping the heros if you know everything about the past, present and future in this world?”

“I would end up like my ancestor.” he explained. “Our family, as the world masters must remain completely unbiased. In this world we are simply civilians who are socially neutral.”

“Gee, sounds kinda boring.” you snickered, placing the empty cup down on the table. “So where am I staying?”

“That’s a good question.”

“Please tell me you have an answer.”

“Well let’s get you closer to the world of heros and villains first.”

“Um, I don’t have a quirk.”

“No worries. I’ll take care of it.”

“Wait no I don’t want a quirk, Overhaul doesn’t like them.”

“I can’t just manifest you a quirk.” he stated, rolling his eyes. “I mean I’ll get you to stay with one of them.”

“What-”

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You stood with your phone in hand, staring up at the dingy alleyway sign. “God I hate it here.” you muttered, wondering why the hell Haru had directed you to this musty highstreet bar. You knew you had to entually start earning money, as your mission at hand did not seem achievable in one day, but out of an entire city’s worth of jobs to apply for, the one he chose for you was... this?

You began to take a step forward before the door swung open suddenly, hitting you square in the face. Staggering a step back, your hands flew over your nose as blood slowly seeped out.

“Shit.” someone yelled. You heard a thump to the ground and watched as he threw the trash bag onto the floor before grabbing your hands. “Hold on let me see.”

“It’s fine.” you grumbled, shaking his grip off before stepping to the side of the door to let him through.

“Dabi.” someone screamed from inside the bar. “Hurry up and throw the trash away and get back in here.”

“Can’t you just wait a minute.” he shouted back. “Fuck um, I’ll be right back.”

He fumbled past, picking up the trash and running down the street as you walked inside, not bothering to wait for him.

“Hi.” you greeted, everyone to turn to you perplexed as you pinced your nose, your blood messibly wiped on your chin.

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at you from behind his father’s hand as you stood there awkwardly.

“Wow not even a greeting in return? Rude much.” you grumbled, before clearing your throught to hopefully get rid of some of your nerves. “Um, are you hiring?”

“What?”

“Like, do you have any vacancies in your staff so that little old me could possibly occupy?”

“I know what hiring means.”

“Yeah well iI’m sure it didn’t hurt to explain it to you again.” you muttered.

“No, we are not hiring.” the purple mist behind the counter, whom you recognised to be Kurogiri, said. “Although miss are you alright there?”

“I don’t even know.” you rasped. “Why the fuck did Haru send me here if you guys aren’t even hiring?”

“Haru sent you here?” Shigarki perked up.

You nodded and he turned to look at Kurogiri, quietly exchanging words before looking back at you.

“You should’ve mentioned that to begin with. Alright you’re hired. ”

“Excuse me?”

“Little old you can occupy the vacancy in our staff.” he deadpanned.

You huffed out before grinning at him and throwing him a thumbs up. “Epic!”

You shuffled over to the counter, peering at Kurogiri eagerly. “So when do I start?”

“You can start by wiping the tables miss...”

“Y/N.”

“Right, miss Y/N.”

“Wipe your face before you start anything.” Shigaraki muttered, pointing over to a small door in the far corner of the room.

“Will do.”

Slipping into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, him picking up a few rings in. “Haru I thought you said you weren’t biased, why the hell does the league act like they’re best friends with you.”

“I’m not biased if I’m friends with both sides?” he offers.

“Backstabber.” you quipped, washing your face.

“You know what? Enjoy your home because you’re staying with the league now.”

“You did not.” you screeched, grabbing your phone from the side as you watched him hang up. “You’re so petty you know that?” you muttered, glaring at your reflection in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

“Right, who’s gonna show me my room?”

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tpnimagines · 3 years

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Cafe au? Why they are working there, what they do, whatever really! ~ thanks :3

Absolutely, let’s give these cuties some happiness for once... Also yesterday was Ray’s birthday! :D (I’m late)

Modern!AU = No cattle children, no demons, no Peter Ratri, etc etc (+ they’re all college students lets say)

~-~-~

-Emma-

+ She is the cliche “the cute girl that works at the coffee shop”

+ Often works at the cashier, since her coworkers are on the shyer side... Emma is very skilled in the art of yelling across the busy cafe.

+ “HEY! I HAVE TWO COLD BREWS AND A CHOCOLATE MUFFIN FOR... Batman..? YEAH, BATMAN GET YOUR STUFF!”

+ She started working there to pay for school, and also so she and a couple of friends could afford a small apartment together once they all graduate.

+ Why a cafe? Because the girl likes cute things, and what is cuter than a cafe? (A giraffe...)

+ While she does like to make drinks/desserts, she has a tendency to add way too many sweets. A drink comes with a little whipped cream? There is a mountain of white fluff at the end.

+ Often sneaks treats into the back room to eat herself ;)

+ ^ almost always gets caught and scolded by her coworkers, ends up paying anyways.

+ At the end of her shifts she buys an extra pastry or two to eat on the way back to her dorm

+ Somehow convinced two of her shyer friends to get jobs there as well! Ray and Norman were great company for her, but often scolded her for goofing off (that is mostly Ray)

+ Emma actually bought a giant poster board that she set up so that anyone who came in could pin little sticky notes or drawings to it

+ There are a lot of giraffes, from Emma of course

+ Overall loves her job! Although whenever weird fellas come into the cafe trying to flirt with the workers, the kindness drained from her face

+ You don’t mess with Emma’s coworkers, or she will come for you >:(

+ Favorite dessert: Slice of strawberry cake or mango cake roll

+ Favorite drink: Honey milk tea w/mini boba and the special drink that Norman makes for her :D

-Ray-

+ Oh goodness... Why was he here again?

+ Right, Emma filled out an application form for him and when he got a call saying he had the job what else was he supposed to do?

+ He mainly makes the desserts, the man is a little baker (skills musta come from his cooking)

+ The minute he puts out a new cake roll or a new muffin they go out immediately, the man is always having to put out more sweets

+ ^ Which is why when he catches Emma eating sweets in the back so often he gets mad, just another cake for him to make

+ ^^ Sometimes for payback he makes Emma make the sweets the next day, they don’t sell as fast but they are pretty good

+ Ray will make himself drinks throughout the day, usually coffee or something caffeinated because we all know that he spent the night up late studying

+ He takes over cashier duty whenever Emma is out, he can shout if needed but he doesn’t as often as Emma. His voice will get tired a lot quicker if it’s a busy day than Emma’s would have

+ “Okay... Hoggi Poggi Moggi Soggi... yeah I’m not finishing that.”

+ Ray has a lot of time when he is doing nothing, so he’ll help out the others around the cafe. Or, he’ll help Norman do some cleaning, people are so messy sometimes

+ In general, his job is okay. He doesn’t mind it, but he would prefer to be studying or reading. He is only there because Emma says it is the only social interaction he gets, which is true

+ Favorite dessert: Not the biggest fan of sweets <- what he says... He is a sucker for a fresh melon pan

+ Favorite drink: Cold brew, coffee, anything with caffeine

-Norman-

+ Norman’s parents do not understand why he feels the need to work. He receives plenty of money from them for his own spending and they pay for his school tuition...

+ Well he is not working for the money, more so for his time with Emma and Ray

+ While he was kinda forced to work there, he wasn’t forced as much as Ray. Emma just nudged him into filling out an application for the place

+ On his very first day he messed up a basic Cafe Mocha, accidentally adding cinnamon and some other random shit

+ Emma came over and tried it, and loved it so much she forces him to make it for her every day

+ Since then, he has been more comfortable cleaning than working in the kitchens or at the cashier, he feels at ease when everything is clean and tidy

+ He is usually the only one cleaning, Ray will help him out occasionally but he likes doing it alone

+ Norman likely does the least out of the three, as he has shorter hours than the others (he is a busy club boy who is in a lot of clubs, and is also a part of the ASB)

+ ^ Because of this he brings in his work to do in between his breaks, while he can’t get much done in the busy atmosphere, the boy does his best

+ He will admit that one time he snuck into the back with Emma and they shared a green tea bun that Ray had made earlier

+ ^ he ended up paying for it

+ One time, a girl came in and asked him for his number. Oblivious Norman thought the girl was wanting his number so she could complain about the quality of service or whatever...

+ ^ So he dashed into the back, tripping over Ray who was holding a cake platter. The cake died :(

+ ^^ But! Norman helped Ray to make another one, and got to watch Ray work his magic, which was pretty cool

+ Favorite dessert: Chocolate vanilla swirl cupcakes :>

+ Favorite drink: He is neutral about most of the drinks, but he really likes a nice chai tea latte

#the promised neverland #the promised neverland imagines #imagines #emma tpn #ray tpn #norman tpn #tpn x reader #fluff #cafeau #oneshots

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procrastinatorimagines · 4 years

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Here For You Part 4

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Series: Here For You

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 (Final)

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s: childbirth

Word Count: 1,829

Summary: Y/N’s world spun out of control after she got pregnant, uprooting her life and moving to Chicago only for her brother to get involved in a murder trial. Now, in labour, her baby is finally coming, and with Jay by her side her life feels like it’s finally coming together again, but her troubles aren’t over yet.

Well, this was happening.

After a few moments of panic the amazing waitress managed to convince Jay to, albeit reluctantly, leave you with her while he went to grab your car. You were glad you over lived over the road, and after a couple of minutes of copying the waitress’ breathing advice you saw your car pull out of the basement car park and pull up next to the cafe.

Jay was definitely out of his element, but to be fair, so were you as he got out to help the waitress get you to the car. You made a mental note to buy her something very very nice when you saw her again.

“You good?” Jay asked, gripping the steering wheel very tightly. You kind of nodded a little bit, still processing the fact that you were about to have your baby. It had been nearly 9 months, surely you’d think you’d had time to mentally prepare, but in that moment you were anything but ready. “Y/N?” Jay repeated as he drove to Med, eyes trying to focus on the road but constantly shifting to you.

“I’m okay,” you decided to tell him, wincing and leaning forward a little as a contraction hit. Jay took a breath, mimicking the breathing exercises you’d been taught in your birthing classes, and turned a corner slowly, one hand leaving the wheel to grab yours as you tried to breath through the pain.

You knew where you were, you realised, opening your eyes again, you were less than two minutes from Med. Jay kept his hand in yours as you pulled up by the ED, how had this come on so quickly? You knew some births were like this, but you’d been expecting hours, not minutes.

Jay was taking off his seat belt and opening his door the second the car was parked, April Sexton and another nurse noting the concern on his face as they stopped on their way in to the hospital and headed towards him.

“Her water broke,” Jay informed them, rushing to your side of the car and opening the door for you as you breathed heavily. April directed the other nurse to help you while she called for a doctor and a bed.

The other nurse, who you didn’t recognise, helped Jay slowly move you out of the car, aware of the need to preferably get you inside before you delivered. You were squeezing Jay’s arm tightly as you managed to stand mostly upright, insisting you could walk but a wheelchair was brought out for you anyway.

The nurse was about to take the handles to push you when Jay took over. “See, we’re here, you’re going to be okay,” he reassured you as she led you both inside.

“Are you the father?” She asked Jay as you entered the doors, April gesturing you to come to her as she stood outside a bay, Doctor Manning standing by her side.

Jay shook his head, “er, no, no I’m not-” he began to explain but he was cut off by you doubling in pain again. You could feel the baby coming, and coming fast.

“Jay-” you managed to get out, gripping his hand as he stopped moving, his other rubbing your back to try and sooth you.

“You’re fine, it’s all fine, I promise,” he told you as the nurse gently but forcefully got his attention.

“I’m sorry, but we need to get her in,” she told Jay, taking the handles and wheeling you forward into the bay. Jay followed quickly, helping you up onto the bed as Natalie quickly got to work examining you.

The look on her face... “what’s wrong?” You asked her, Jay’s head snapping to look in her direction too as she separated your legs to check how far along the baby was.

“It’s nothing to be alarmed about okay? But your baby appears to be breech,” she told you calmly as you took a shaky breath, looking to Jay for comfort.

“What- what happens now then?” You managed to get out.

“We still have a little bit of time, so I want to get you upstairs and dressed, okay?” She asked and you nodded quickly, April putting the sides of the bed up so they could wheel you to the elevators. Jay went to follow but Natalie sympathetically shook her head, “I’m sorry Jay, but I’m going to have to ask you to stay down here.”

“Are you sure?” Jay asked, very reluctant to leave you on your own.

“Call Henry okay, tell him what’s going on,” you told him, trying to seem calm when you were currently terrified, noticing Jay’s expression seemed to mirror that feeling you added, “it’s okay, I’ll see you soon, we both will.”

You squeezed his hand one last time as it slipped from his fingers, the bed being wheeled away from him. Natalie was saying something but you could barely hear her, too focused on Jay. He’d very much become your rock, this constant, steady presence, and in that moment you really wished you’d let him kiss you that day in your kitchen.

Jay disappeared around the corner and you tried to focus on what was going on around you as the elevator doors open and you went inside. As they closed you were only just really registering the fact that you were quite literally about to have your baby.

Healthy baby boy. You’d heard the rest of what Natalie had told you of course, but they were the words that mattered the most as you held your new born son, carefully cradling his tiny head. It hadn’t been easy, but to see his face now, you knew it had certainly all been worth it.

The soft knock on your door was what managed to finally pry your eyes from his little face, smiling tiredly as you saw Jay and Henry in the doorway, bag of belongings and balloons in hand.

You gestured with your head for them to enter, not daring to move your hands as you cradled your baby. “Hey,” Henry grinned, speaking in a more hushed tone as he reached your side. Jay hung back a little at the end of the bed where he placed the bags to give you both some space as Henry carefully stroked a finger lightly over his nephew’s face.

“Oh look at him,” Henry mumbled, mesmerised. You couldn’t blame him, still not quite believing that you were holding your baby in your arms at long last.

“Kind of looks like you did as a baby,” you told him, remembering when your parents had first brought your little brother home.

“Me? Nah, he’s much cuter than that,” your brother replied, “you did good sis,” he added, kissing you on the top of the head as his phone rang. It was one of your cousins, you realised as you saw his screen flash, and he excused himself to answer it, happy to be telling family and friends the news.

Jay hesitated for a second at the end of the bed then, but with a smile from you he approached your side. “How’re you feeling?” He asked, looking into your tired eyes.

“Pretty good actually, if not a little sore,” you informed him, eyes flicking from him back to your baby. The labour itself wasn’t exactly fun, though you knew yours had been incredibly quick compared to most others, and for that you were thankful. It had also meant that you could hold your baby sooner.

Jay watched you as you carefully caressed your baby’s head. “I wish I could have been there with you,” he admitted, looking a little guilty about having to leave you alone even though the decision hadn’t been his.

“I do too,” you replied after a moment, eyes locking with Jay’s again as you took in his longing look. There were so many feelings, so many emotions that had been put aside, locked away so you could focus on taking care of yourself and your baby... But part of you wondered whether Jay was what would be best for you and your son.

Jay swallowed hard and you forced yourself to look away, you couldn’t put all that on his shoulders. So instead you said: “do you want to hold him?”

He blinked, a little unsure but he nodded, arms slowly coming out as you passed your son to him. Taking him slowly, he was clearly worried about holding him wrong, but you directed his hands and made sure he was cradling the baby’s head.

The sight made your heart swell as you took them both in, and you were glad that Jay was too busy focusing on the baby to notice you quickly blink away tears. For a moment, you allowed your mind to wander to the place you had tried so hard not to let it: that you wished it had been Jay, you wished it would always have been Jay, and from the look on his face you actually thought that Jay was thinking the same. He held your baby in his arms, and you allowed yourself to wish he was Jays.

Jay let out a breath, lips curling into a smile as your son opened his eyes a little, looking up at the man above him. “He’s perfect,” Jay got out, soft smile turning into a grin he added: “his mom isn’t too bad either.”

You laughed a little as Jay returned him to you, letting his hand linger on yours after the baby had been transferred. “I’m proud of you,” Jay told you, eventually sliding his hand away.

“Yeah, I’m kind of proud of me too,” you let yourself admit as Jay chuckled. This baby, this beautiful boy, was yours, you’d made him... you hadn’t done a bad job either.

Jay put a hand on your shoulder. “Can I get you anything?” He offered.

“Some water would be nice, the nurse left before I could ask,” you replied and he nodded, squeezing your shoulder and turning to head out as some kind of commotion sounded in the hall outside your door.

You’d been able to hear your brother talking on the phone just outside, muffled by the door, but his voice had suddenly gotten louder, angrier, like he was arguing with someone actually out in the hall.

Jay flashed you a puzzled look and headed to see what’s going on. You couldn’t see who was outside, but Jay pulled the door too a bit suddenly as soon as he opened it, blocking the way.

You tensed at this, drawing your baby closer to your chest protectively. What the hell was going on? Was someone trying to get in?

The noise was coming through better now, and you could clearly made out the following exchange, panick setting in as a shiver went down your spine.

“Who the hell are you?” Jay asked, defensively guarding your door.

“The father,” came the reply.

#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead imagines #chicago pd imagines #one chicago imagine #one chicago imagines #here for you

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weeb-writor · 3 years

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Ik it's not Aizawa's bday yet and this is a little early, but imagine Aizawa's s/o or crush (whichever is cuter to you) getting Aizawa a bunch of cat-themed things for his bday? Like a blanket with cat patterns on it, stuffed animals, a cat pillow, cat-themed house decor, cat-themed food, etc...

Hello! Here you go, I hope it’s what you want! Today’s fic is an early gift to everyone’s favorite teacher! I did go with crush and the end is like a little suggestive but not really. Reader is neutral, I was writing this while watching the election so if they’re are mistakes blame it on the polls. If everything goes right another birthday themed fic on the 8th

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Reader and Mic plan a very special day for Aizawas birthday.

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

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You were preparing for Aizawa's birthday for months now. You were planning on finally confessing to him after years of pinning. You and Mic had prepared the perfect gifts and events to make him finally fall for you. You were beginning step one right now, you walked down the halls of UA with the bento you prepared. All of the things inside were cut into cute cat shapes, the rice ball was shaped into a cat. It was just cat, cat, and of course more cats. You even bought a cute little cupcake that was decorated like a cat. The final touch though were your cat ears, Mic made you wear them, but you couldn't lie they were a nice touch. As you pushed back the classroom door you put on your biggest smile.

“Happy Birthday Aizawa, nyah!!” You yelled with a giggle. Your voice brought Aizawa out of his dazed state. He flushed looking at you and then at Mic, then letting out a sigh.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Shouta and Thank you.” He said coming to take the food from you.

“But you won't call me y/n.” You said back as he mumbled out a ‘it's not the same’. You all took your seats as he unwrapped your bento. You bounced your legs as he opened to see your homemade kitty themed food. He let out a light chuckle before he started to eat.

“So, birthday planner what's on the itinerary today?” Mic asked, messing around with your cat ears.

“After you nerds get done here, cat cafe for sure, then off to work for you mister, and finally I’ll walk shouta home and feed the alley cats along the way.” You said taking out your pocket sized planner and reading from it.

“We don't need to do all of it.”

“Oh don't play tough now, sho! You know you like their cooking and them doting on you.” Mic said with his loud laughter. You froze as Aizawa only looked away.

“Don't be jealous cause you don't get the same treatment. Anyway my break is over, L/n, your food is the best as always. I'll see you both later.” He said stoically as he gave you back your bento container, empty.

“He's the same as always! The cat ears didn't work!” You said with a slight whine.

“Did you not see his blush! He is totally head over heals right now! Just keep on with the plan, also why didn't you make me a cute bento on my birthday.” Your blonde friend chuckled at you. You only gave him a playful shove.

“Next time instead of asking for a 200.00 dollar gift ask me to cook for you. I’m heading out to set up the cat cafe, make sure you get him there.” You said hitting him over the head before leaving. You arrived at the cat cafe promptly and now you were about done setting up.

“You are so sweet doing this for your boyfriend.” The worker said with a smile.

“Uh, um he's just a friend.” You said with your head down.

“Well sorry about that. But if i could capitalize on it, my brother is probably about your age! You two would look great together! He is so sweet and tentative, the only reason he is not with someone is because some people think he is too nice when he is in a relationship. Let me give you his number.” The worker rushed out as she grasped your hand. You were too busy trying to follow her words that you didn't notice your friends come in.

“They don't do the whole dating thing, miss.” You heard shouta say from behind you.

“Oh Aizawa! Happy birthday, nyah!” You said as you pulled the confetti cannon that rained cat themed confetti.

“I hate you both but thank you.” He said chuckling as he leaned over to pet the cat that came over to him. For some reason they always seemed to gravitate towards the stoic man. You all spent time with the cats, having quiet chatter here and there. Until the workers brought out the cat themed food.

“You two are so extra, I appreciate this if the smile on my face doesn't show it.” He said as he snuck the resident fat cat some food.

“Thats your smile? Sho?” You were overcome with laughter and had to pause. “I think you might need to work on it.” You finished still laughing. Your eyes were squinted as you laughed so you didn't see Aizawa’s shocked expression or reding cheeks.

“Oh my goodness! After eons and eons of being friends, you've finally called him by his name, a nickname at that.” Hizashi said, taking a picture of the two of you. Finally noticing your slip up you buried your face in your hands.

“Its fine, L/N, i've been trying to get you to do it for a while now anyhow.” He said with a big smile, for him anyway.

“We better get to the gift giving. I’ve got to go slave away in a few minutes.”

“Oh right! Give me the bag Mic-ey boy!” You said to him. He handed you the bag with a smile.

“To our dearest Aizawa, on his most special day! We gift him all of his favorite things plus a day of Hizashi being less obnoxious as requested. Happy Birthday aizawa, Nyah!” You said dramatically, handing him the bag. He mumbled a thank you opening it, with a small rush only you could notice. He pulled out a black cat themed blanket, black slippers, a gray cat mug, a cactus in a cat themed pot, a few bags of catnip, and cat themed sleeping bag with a small matching pillow.

“You guys know me too well, thank you both.” He said with a smile.

“There's also one more thing back at your house, but i'm glad you liked it all.” You said as you beamed at him.

“What's back at the house is of course my idea and present to you! I've gotta go but Sho, i hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday. Don't have too much fun without me of course!” He said as he got up and paid the bill. You and Aizawa were left alone.

“Let’s go feed the kitties on our way to your place.” You said as you got up.

“We don't have to if you don't want to, y’know?” He said as you guys left the building.

“All the years we've done this, do I ever look like I DON'T want to?” You said as you opened the canned food, feeding the cats as they came. Aizawa spooned it on plates, placing the plates in a line that lead to his house.

“Well thank you, I don't think it would be the same without you.” He said as you neared his house.

“You’ll always have me, aizawa.” You smiled at him as you both finally made it into his house. He immediately plopped down on his couch, his cat next to him.

“Well...i've got to do something real quick, you should open Hizashi’s gift! It's over there.” You said as you rushed away. Aizawa chuckled to himself as his cat ran after you. He leaned over to see a card with Hizashi’s writing on it and moved to open it. It was a few pieces of paper and a card which he decided to read first.

‘To my main man Sho,

You're not getting any younger and neither are they. I told Nezu your incredibly sick, which I think he knows I'm lying about it. Anyways, you need to lock them down now and i'm giving you a chance. Along with this card there is some cash, 2 tickets to that movie they wanted to see, and some tickets to the cat themed amusement park that's opening. Thank me later with a karaoke night! I've given you everything you need! Don't screw this up, dude.

Yamada Hizashi

Aizawa held his head back trying to stop the tears he felt bubbling up. He put the items back in the bag as he heard you coming. When you stepped into view aizawa almost forgot how to breathe. You were wearing a maid outfit with cat ears and tail, his cat in your arms in a similar get up, well you know for a cat.

“Mic, said you would like it at the very least it's funny but i hope you enjoyed your birthday, Aizawa, nyah.” You said softly not meeting his intense gaze, he walked toward you and took the cat from your hands placing her on the floor.

“y/n, I love you.” He said caressing your cheeks. You blink at him hearing what he is saying but not really taking it in.

“You don’t have to feel the same way but I love you too much to let another second slip away from us.” He said, his stare boring into your eyes. You didn’t say much but giggled at him.

“I think it’s pretty obvious I love you too Shouta. I’m wearing cat ears and a tail plus a maid outfit.” You said staring back at him with just as much passion.

“Well thank you for my birthday gifts. They were lovely. But since you dressed up for my birthday, I think I’m gonna undress you.” He said drawing closer to your face. Your lips inches away but before anything could happen he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward his room.

“Wait Sho!! I want a date first an-” you stuttered as he continued to pull you chuckling.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #mha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #poc writers #aizawa x you #eraserhead x reader #yamada hizashi #mha imagines #bhna fanfiction

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what-big-teeth · 4 years

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Admire (Male Naga ; Fic Raffle)

And done! @glugenash requested a meet-cute between a male reader and a naga of any gender. I decided to go with a male naga and let my imagination take hold to make this wonderful idea even cuter. I hope you all enjoy this fic! Male Reader (POV) x Male Monster If there’s one place you can truly relax while curling up with a good book, it’s the library.

Ever since you moved into town for a better job opportunity, you attempted to combat the new stressors that turned up as a result. Exercise, meditation, doing the bare minimum on the weekends. Nothing could compare to the public library and its innate charm. This is why you’re seated at your favorite table.

Tucked into one of the historical building’s many corners beside a large window, there’s always just enough sunlight to happily bask in and use while reading. These simple reasons—and the woodsy, vanillin scent of the surrounding book collection—are why you’ve decided to revisit an old series. Something about embracing a nostalgic memory at your table alleviates your pent-up stress like nothing else.

Which is why the sensation of being watched feels so foreign.

You’ve attempted to look around as discreetly as possible. But your eyes haven’t encountered anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual, book-lined shelves and wooden lectern holding an old, massive dictionary.

Still, you can’t fully shake the feeling. Your gut has rarely led you astray, which is why you keep glancing around. After a fleeting moment, you think you see a dark shape shrink away behind a nearby shelf. You stand up, intent on finding out who your odd observer is. But an insistent buzzing from your jeans pocket breaks your focus. Knowing that your library hasn’t made the full transition to a ‘loud facility’ yet, you step away from your spot, leaving your book behind to take the call outside.

Unsurprisingly, it’s work. Or rather, your boss. One of your co-workers has taken ill suddenly, and he needs you to fill in for her shift until he recovers. There’ll be extra pay as compensation, which helps to sweeten the deal. But when your boss mentions the project your co-worker has been toiling over for the last few weeks, you silently wince. You honestly would rather not take on the extra work, but the extra money would really help.

Your boss says your name in a questioning manner. Looks like you accidentally zoned out.

“Sure thing,” you say with a forced, cheerful tone. You can already feel the mounting stress that’ll have you on edge. With a final, merry “thanks!” and farewell, the call ends. This new development calls for some extra self-care.

You head back inside the library, making your way over to the built-in cafe. It’s a welcomed new addition, especially since they make some of the best, homebrew tea and pastries you’ve ever had. With your cup of honeyed chamomile and warmed confection in hand, you return to your sunshine laden table.

Your book is in its usual spot, but it’s been closed with a tasseled bookmark keeping track of your place. You didn’t pick up one while greeting Jason at the circulation desk. After mentally marking which page you left off on, you untuck it from between the pages. The design is, well, it’s amazing. Hand drawn swirls of complimentary colors balance each other out while being lined with careful, fine-tipped black lines. And the tassel is uniquely soft to the touch, the threads feeling similar to silk. You’re so drawn to the workmanship of the bookmark that you almost overlook the neatly folded piece of paper on the table.

The Farandale Chronicles is one of my favorite series. If you’d like to read something similar, I’d like to suggest the Crystal of Might series, written by Malkus Morak. — D

You re-read the note a few times. But no matter how much you attempt to place the neat handwriting, you can’t. There isn’t anything untoward about the suggestion, honestly. And the bookmark is an unexpected, if creative gift. Decision made, you replace the bookmark and head over to the Science Fiction section.

It doesn’t take long to find the suggested book and read the blurb on the jacket’s interior. You can’t deny that it sounds like something right up your alley. Even better, there are three more books in the series.

“Think I will try this out,” you mutter to yourself. “Thanks for the suggestion, D.”

You bundle the new book together with your old favorite, being cautious of your food, and fall in line before the circulation desk. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the front and greet the tawny, curly-haired minotaur behind the counter with a smile.

“How are things going, Jason?” He nods in reply, stalwart as ever as he carefully checks both books for possible damage before checking them out to you.

“Three weeks, as usual,” he murmurs with a deep voice. He gestures to the new book you’ve decided to read. “Should I put the sequel on hold for you?”

“That’d be great!”

After nimbly using the keyboard to complete your request, he hands both books to you with a gentle puff of air.

“Anything else I can help you with?”

Wetting your lips, you tug the handwritten note from between the cover and first page of Morak’s book.

“Would you happen to know whose handwriting this is?”

Jason gently takes the note from you, his warm brown eyes scanning the contents. With a small cough, he hands it back to you.

“Sorry, I don’t. But I’m glad they wrote on a slip of paper instead of damaging the book.”

You can’t help but chuckle. Ever since you met him, Jason’s always been a stickler for the rules when it comes to the library. Quiet yet firm. You pocket the note, being careful to not crease it any further.

“That’s fine,” you say. “It was worth a shot, anyway.”

“Be sure to finish your food while on site,” he says. “The Director is still leery about folks taking off with the cafe’s food.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, smiling. “There’s a bench outside that called to me when I stepped out earlier. Take care.”

As you leave with your new reading materials and food, you can’t stop the thrill of excitement that wells up inside you. Besides being a place of reprieve, you beloved library has provided an interesting mystery as well. And it’s one you intend to solve.

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Like clockwork, you return the same day next week. Thankfully, your boss was kind enough to give you the weekend off after you took on your duties and that of your sick co-worker. It gives you just enough time to destress at the library. This time, you make a beeline for the cafe, ordering some calming tea and a new, but delectable looking pastry. Jason greets you at the circulation desk and checks out Molak’s second book to you. Once you’ve checked that your usual spot hasn’t been taken, you swiftly lay claim with your purchased items and settle in your seat.

After drinking your tea and eating your pastry, you find yourself feeling better. You open the hardback’s cover, highly interested in seeing what’ll happen to the protagonists next. But two slips of paper flutter out from the book, like before. The material is thicker this time around, similar to reinforced sketchbook paper. Your eyes widen as you realize why.

The subject of the drawing is someone you know too well. It’s you. The sketch depicts a past you sitting where you are now, looking content with a soft smile on your face as you read. Little details jump out as you take in the entirety of the work. The slight dents on the side of the old table you graze your hand over time and time again. The way you hold a book that you find immensely but surprisingly pleasing. The almost starstruck expression lighting up your features as you leave this world for another while reading…

Underneath, in familiar elegant writing, the caption reads ‘Entranced Beauty’. Heat wells up within your cheeks as you read the words over and over again. Your fingertip glides against the lettering as you pick up the other slip of paper from the carpeted floor.

There have been many times I’ve wanted to tell you how wonderful you look when you’re lost in your own world. But I’m afraid that, verbally, words fail me. At least this skill of mine can say more than what I could ever hope. For a while now, I’ve hoped I could be invited to come along with you as another book takes hold of your imagination. But I refuse to think that such lofty hopes can be achieved, considering what I am. I’m merely glad that my suggestion was pleasing to you, and I hope I can continue to provide doors for you to walk through when you need a break from this world. — D

Your heart pounds loudly inside your chest and head as the heat in your cheeks spread throughout your whole body. All you can think about is discovering who your admirer is and meeting them face to face. After all, someone who can write and such sweet thoughts and draw so beautifully can’t be as bad as they think. With this thought as encouragement, you find Molak’s collection and take the third book of his series from the shelf. You wait in line behind a couple, a gorgon and gargoyle, as Jason helps them with their items. Once they’re taken care of, you step up to the circulation desk and set the book down.

“Find everything you were looking for?” he asks.

You’re tempted to say ‘yes’, but stop short.

“No,” you say. “I...I need your help.”

You show Jason the sketch and note, asking once again if he happens to know anything. After all, the note and sketch had to be put in place before you checked out the second book. And all holds are reserved behind the circulation desk for all patrons.

A strange silence falls between the two of you. It’s broken by Jason coughing into his closed fist as he averts his gaze.

“You do know something, don’t you?” you murmur.Jason glances your way before letting his eyes drop to the computer screen in front of him.

“I get it.” You pause to reign in your voice, surprised at the sudden loudness of it. “I understand you’re trying to protect D, especially because they feel like they can’t face me. But you know me, Jason. I won’t hurt them. I just want to meet them and tell them my appreciation.”

Once more, you bring out the sketch and place it on the circulation desk before you. “Please, help me.”

Jason’s gaze finds the sketch and settles on it. He finally lets out a soft huff of air then rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

“I didn’t realize how deeply D fell for you,” he says. “I thought it was just a crush. Alright. I’ll help you out. Not only do you deserve a happy ending, but so does D. Just...be gentle with him, alright? He’s been through a lot.”

“I will,” you say, letting your words carry your promise. “Thank you, Jason.”

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he mutters. “Gonna have to see how this goes, first. Alright, D always comes like clockwork on Wednesday evenings...”

You take Jason at his word and return to the library at the time and day he suggested. Sure, it involved rearranging your work schedule somewhat, but your now-well co-worker was more than happy to return the favor you showed her. Probably helps that she’s somewhat of a romantic and readily agreed after you explained the situation to her.With careful steps, you make your way towards your usual spot. The last few rays of the setting sun fall onto the table and the naga sitting at it.

The quiet breath you’re taking in stalls at the sight.

With rich, golden brown skin, you can’t help but wonder why D would think himself unattractive. More so thanks to his jet black hair, which is pulled back into a bun, and his matching scales. Even the slight creme of his underbelly, which you can barely make out due to his button-down shirt, is charming. Remembering Jason’s advice, you carefully approach the table as he remains lost in a book held in his clawed hands. It’s the third book in Molak’s fantasy series. You can’t help but smile at the realization.

“Excuse me,” you say.

D startles, tensing at your soft voice. His pupils dilate somewhat in reply as he looks at you. With him looking head on at you, you notice the scaled skin on the sides of his neck. A hood, like that of a cobra. He looks close to bolting right then and there, but you gently press on.

“By chance, are you D?”

D gulps down a few breaths of air.

“N-no, I’m…”

Your body intuitively moves, laying a gentle hand on his upper arm in what you hope is a soothing gesture.

“I want the same thing,” you say. “I want to let you into my world so that we can make one of our own. Together.”

The scaled hood at his neck flares somewhat, but you don’t feel any fear. If anything, you’re entranced. How can such a charming, handsome naga think he’s anything less? After a few tense moments, D finally relaxes then nods.

“I...I am D.”

He meets your gaze, and you almost feel yourself fall into the molten gold of his eyes.

“I didn’t want you to know because not too many people want anything to do with me. My lineage is from a King Cobra clan, which makes me venomous. And that tends to make others uncomfortable. I-I didn’t want you to feel the same, but I couldn’t hide how I felt about you after I first saw you a few months ago. Jason thought...he suggested I could let you know anonymously and I agreed. I thought that would be best. I’m just surprised you’d want to seek me out.”

You can’t help but smile while gently gripping D’s upper arm.

“You left me with an amazing mystery to solve. And as much as you want to know me, I found myself wanting to know the person behind the ‘D’ moniker. I still do, if that’s alright with you.”

D gives you a soft smile in return, which reveals a hint of his sharp fangs. They’re rather cute, just like the rest of him. He stands up and extends a hand towards you.

“Then, let me officially introduce myself. I’m Danilo.”

You take his hand and shake it while giving him your name. When he attempts to pull his hand away, you gently squeeze it. Danilo’s breath catches as you maneuver your fingers so they twine with his.

“B-by chance,” he nearly squeaks out, “do you like Filipino food? I know a place that serves dishes similar to what I grew up with back home.”

“I haven’t had it before,” you say, “but I’m excited to try it out. I hope you don’t mind acting as my culinary tour guide.”

Danilo gives you another soft smile as he huffs out a laugh.

“Not at all.”

You both head towards the circulation desk, where you see Jason positively beaming at the two of you. As Danilo tells you about his work as a graphic designer and animator, you find yourself hanging on his every word. As he hands Jason the third and final book of the trilogy, you smile.

You can’t wait to see what else you both have in common.

#monster boyfriend #monster/human #monster romance #exophilia #naga boyfriend #terato #300 Follower Raffle #I hope you all enjoy!

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unsaidholland · 3 years

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🍄 Maybe gender neutral with Tom Holland taking reader on a tour of the city?

because i have never been to england and probably won’t for another few years, all the building descriptions are going to be quite generic and i apologize in advance

also this is my first gender neutral fic i think and i really hope i did well :)

🍄- blurb request

tour guide | t. holland

“ready to go?” tom asks, taking your hand into his. you smiled and nodded.

it was your first time in london, and tom wanted to parade around london with his significant other. though he knew he was going to reveal some embarrassing memories, if it made you laugh, he wouldn’t mind.

you and tom met when he was filming in cleveland. the person sitting in a pub, reading a book alone with a plate of fries and a pint of beer in front of you. definitely his type. he was intrigued, and the book you were reading only spurred him on - cherry, the movie he was filming at the time. you two hit it off, and before you knew it, he was your boyfriend.

now, five months after you had started dating, you were in london. tom flew you out because of how much he missed you. you had met his parents the second night you were there, and on your third day he had taken you to his favourite pub with the boys for the pub quiz. it was only your fourth day in england, and he had a really big day planned.

you first found yourself in leichester square, walking around and going into some of the shops that were nearby. he took you to the most popular tourist attractions - big ben, the london eye, st. paul’s cathedral, covent garden, and london tower. later in the afternoon, tom started taking you to places that were apart of his childhood. he took you to the theatre where he had his first kiss, the cafe where he first got heartbroken, the store he and harrison would always go to and get free sweets. you watched as his eyes lit up and how he occasionally blushed as he told you an embarrassing story. tom looked at you and he swear his heart skipped a beat whenever you would laugh at him, and he swore he had never seen anyone cuter than you with the way you scrunched your nose while laughing.

“you really shoved haz in there?” you asked, pointing at the fountain. tom nodded, causing you both to burst out laughing, him at the memory, you at how interesting the story was.

“we were about fifteen at the time, and i swear it was an accident,” he paused, drawing a cross on the left side of his chest with his finger, promising that he was telling the truth. “i shoved him because he was being a twat and teasing me over some girl that was into him, and then he just fell in and completely splashed everyone around us!” tom doubled over in laughter, and the creases by your eyes deepened as you smile grew if that was even possible.

“i cannot believe you shoved him into the fountain! you monster,” you exclaimed. he wrapped his arm around you and giggled into your shoulder.

“yet you love me,” he said, a proud smile on his face, knowing that you couldn’t deny it.

“well played holland,” you retorted with, causing his jaw to drop. “you know i love you, shut up.” tom’s smile grew upon hearing you say you love him.

“good, i love you too.”

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the night ended back in kingston, walking back to his house from the tube station. you and tom walked hand in hand down the street, both giggling from the story he was telling of when he and harrison got chased down this very street by his angry brother.

“sam was so pissed off, i swear i have never seen him more angry than that day,” tom says, recalling the time he accidentally threw one of sam’s really important books in the recycling.

“he’s so calm now though,” you stated, never seeing sam ever angry the way he used to be angry.

“well that’s because mum beat it out of him,” tom said nonchalantly. your jaw dropped, causing tom to laugh, “i’m kidding!” you shook your head at him in relief.

“i cannot with you thomas,” he just smiled at you. “i had a really good day today,” you said as you got closer to the house.

“really?” he said. he didn’t mean to say that, but to tom, the day didn’t seem all that interesting.

“are you kidding me? this was so fun!” tom was relieved. he really wanted you to have fun today, but he wasn’t sure if just taking you out around london was going to be fun.

the two of you walked back into the house laughing about one of the stories he had told earlier, and you swore that you fell more in love with tom, your tour guide.

#lys’ 500 follower celebration #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland x gender neutral reader

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bunnis-babes · 4 years

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Oh oh! So exciting! Could I please get hmmm... either aizawa, Shinso or Tokoyami. Readers first time seeing the snow! Thank you!

Shinsou and Tokoyami’s Love’s First Time Seeing Snow

WHOLESOME GOODNESS YES!!! I know for a fucking fact there is no more snow on the ground, but fuck you let me dream. I dropped Aizawa cause I have so many ra’s for him, but thank you for asking for my underrated (#2) bird boyfriend. I’m very excited. I need to shut up now and write I’m sorry.

Shinsou

🐱Shinsou knew his lover was not from Japan, and he knew for a fact they came from a much warmer environment than what he was used to, but it never really clicked that they might not have seen snow before.

🐱He only put two and two together when, in the middle of class, they let out an awestruck gasp drawing everyone in the room’s attention. (Including the teachers, yikes! sorry babe)

🐱Their little wonder filled smile and sparkling eyes as they gazed out the window was enough to melt his cold dead heart a little and draw a smile out of him — he had the cutest little lover didn’t he?

🐱He looked out at what they were staring at, and for a moment he couldn’t figure out what it was until he noticed the little white flakes falling from the sky; suddenly the cute little outburst made sense to him. He’d have to show them the wonders of snow… just after the teacher was done lecturing the class.

🐱That’s exactly what he decides to do, immediately pulling them up and out of their desk and back to the dorm to get better prepared for the colder weather — he was going to take them on a walk, build a snowman, have a snowball fight. They hadn’t seen Shinsou so dedicated and excited to do something likes this in a. While, but it wasn’t like they had room to talk.

🐱So the second he’s done prepping he’s dragging them out of the dorm, ignoring all of his classmates questions. He brought them to a little park not too far from the school, children already playing around in the snow.

🐱First thing he shows them is, obviously, catching snowflakes on their tongue — classic right. He also shows them how to make the perfect snow angel, something he can proudly say he’s absolutely amazing at (You can pry this hc from my cold dead hands). He chases them around and has the time of his life in the snow with his amazing lover, enjoying the way the snow rests on their hair and face making them look like an angel of sorts.

🐱Eventually their antics catch the attention of some rowdy kids, who decided to start a snowball fight with the couple — bad idea. Shinsou and his love absolutely decimate those poor kids, but made up for crushing their tiny egos by building snowmen with them.

🐱Both of them caught a cold immediately the next day, but it comes with the territory and cuddling up on the couch with some hot chocolate together isn’t so bad anyway.

Tokoyami

🕶He actually figures out that they’ve never seen snow before they started dating, they admitted it offhandedly when the two of them were having lunch with some other members of 1-A. He thought it was precious… almost innocent… and he loves innocent things. (Wowza, who would’ve thought?)

🐣So the first snowfall they ever experience is after the two of them have become official, and taking into account what they mentioned to him previously, he plans ahead to make it a memorable date for the both of them. (One that he desperately hopes he can share with you for many years to come).

🕶So when the day comes — a Saturday thank goodness — he wakes them up earlier than they normally would please and tells them to dress warm. Which they reluctantly do, curious to see what their ‘dark and brooding’ boyfriend is plotting.

🐣When they get down to where he’s waiting patiently, he greets them with his adorable rare smile and tells them to close their eyes as he leads them outside of the dorm. They feel little cold wet things hitting their face — rain? When Tokoyami tells them to open their eyes they realize it wasn’t rain, but snow, and they were standing in a winter wonderland. Tokoyami swears there was nothing cuter in the world then their smile at that very moment — so big, so sweet, so innocent.

🕶The two of them took a walk, Tokoyami letting them take in the beautiful early morning scenery with a smile. He was sure they would love this, but the payoff was way better than he thought it would be.

🐣When they stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with a distant look on their face, Tokoyami was worried something was wrong. Until they turned to him with the widest smile — he could practically see the lightbulb go off above their head.

🕶”Hey, lets make those snow thingies,” they flapped their arms up and down at their sides with a big joyful smile.

“A snow angel?”

“YEAH!”

(They were gonna be the death of him)

🐣So, being the good boyfriend he was, he decided to make snow angels with them. Not a single one was any good, but he had to admit it was fun to do — hell Dark Shadow even joined in and made a few (really really awful) ones.

🕶After all that’s said and done, he continues his walk with them until they reach a little cafe that just opened. The two of them head inside to warm up and have some hot cocoa, an essential part of snowy weather in Tokoyami’s opinion.

Lmao, I totally forgot I chose those emoji’s for Tokoyami. I swear I love him, its just fun to pick on my emo baby bird. Anyway, I have this weird specific HC that Shinsou really likes the cold and gets super fucking pumped (pumpernickels) about all its activities… so yeah this was totally just a way for me to put that shit out there. I know he’s OOC, but honestly idc excited for snow Shinsou will always win in my heart.

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mbuntamed · 3 years

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Soul Commissioner - Part 3

Genre: Fantasy / Romance / Stray Kids

Word Count: 4100

Disclaimer: This story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this AU are fictitious. No identification with actual persons, places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Triggers: bullying, harassment, depression, death, murder, suicidal thoughts, trauma, torture, body shaming, ghosts, language, and sexual situations.

***Part 3 can be triggering as it introduces a new character and highlights his history with being bullied and body-shamed. Part 4 will show his character progression as well as set in motion the major story line.

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Homeroom bell had just rung, but after the horrible morning he had, Seungmin was going to take his time getting to the classroom. He had arrived at school early this morning to have breakfast, which was a mistake. As soon as he walked into the cafeteria, a group of his classmates spotted him and circled him like a pack of hyenas. They proceeded to poke him all over as if he were meat to be tenderized. Ironically enough, that’s exactly the type of jokes they were making at his expense while they were poking him. Fitting, he thought to himself.

Seungmin knew he was a bit overweight for societal standards. Plus, he did not hide the fact that he enjoyed food. Although, at moments like this, he wished he could hide the fact that he found it impossible to hide his emotions. He really hated getting attention of any kind, whether it be getting called on in class, someone asking him a question, and especially loud, obnoxious bullies.

Seungmin lowered his head and kept quiet while the boys continued to taunt and poke him. Any name or insult which referred to being overweight was yelled at him on a regular basis; almost the entire school called him SeungMOO. Though with their big, brown, doe eyes, he rather thought cows were cute, so he tried not to mind.

He waited for the boys to stop picking on him and then he tried to walk away to get breakfast. But his shyness was mistaken for insolence, so the boys followed him up in line, mooing at him. And the second he had a tray of food in his hand, they flipped it up into his face. As the tray clanged to the ground, everyone turned around to face him. He was now wearing eggs and grits, with a link of sausage hanging out of his shirt pocket.

The entire cafeteria burst out laughing at his misfortune. The bullies seemed very proud of themselves. So proud, in fact, that they took out their phones and took a picture of him. Seungmin, however, was obviously not amused. As much as he was embarrassed and angry, he was more upset over the fact that they, in their torture, had splashed food on woman who worked in the cafeteria.

“I’m very sorry,” he said as he turned to face the cafeteria worker. She smiled pitifully at him and then simply wiped the splashed grits off of her work clothes and went back to work.

Seungmin’s bullies seemed satisfied with their work, so they went back to sit down and finish their own breakfast. Seungmin, however, realized that he didn’t have enough time to get another tray of food AND clean the mess off of himself. And seeing as how the teachers would surely scold him for looking disheveled, which would only make his anxiety worse, he decided he had to choose the latter. So he left the cafeteria and went to the restroom in hopes of making himself presentable by the time Homeroom started.

He had mostly gotten all the food off of himself when the bell rang. He gathered his belongings and quickly made his way out of the bathroom and down the hall. But as he rounded the corner, someone walked into him at full speed. He looked up to see Y/N, dripping in what appeared to be coffee, and fighting back tears. He quickly looked away as not to make her feel more self-conscious than she probably already felt.

He could feel her eyes on him as she apologized for bumping into him. He wanted more than anything to look at her again; to meet and hold her gaze and to smile at her and make her feel that everything would be okay. He wanted to reach out and wipe away her tears and tell her that he was there for her; that he was there WITH her. He wanted to say something; to say anything. But he was too shy; too scared. It was all he could do to lift his gaze to meet hers for a split second, nod at her in forgiveness, and practically run away from her.

I’m pathetic, he thought to himself as he entered the classroom and took his seat in the back. But as he was cursing himself for being the biggest chicken in the world, he noticed Y/N’s seat was covered in coffee. He realized in that moment what must have happened to her, which made him feel even worse for not saying anything kind to her; or anything at all.

After a few minutes, Y/N returned with some cleaning spray and paper towels to clean up around her seat. Go help her, he thought to himself, stand up and go help her! But his body wouldn’t listen to his brain. So he just sat there and watched as she crawled around on her hands and knees cleaning up the mess while their classmates snickered at her.

It was so sad to watch her like this. Seungmin had known Y/N since they entered primary school together. They actually used to play together...until her parents’ accident; after that, she didn’t really talk to anyone for a long time. But when they were around eleven, he noticed that she had grown close with a couple of the other girls from their class.

These girls did everything together. It was really great to see her smile and have fun again. And every year that they returned after summer break, Seungmin would think how much prettier Y/N had gotten. There’s no way she could be any cuter, he would think to himself before he saw her. But every single time, she proved him wrong. He never spoke to her after primary school for fear of her growing popularity matched with that of her possible rejection of him. But still, she was the only girl he wanted to be around, even after all these years.

But between eighth and ninth grade, she started to change. For the next year, she slowly drifted away from her friends. Seungmin would see the girls eating their lunch together at school, but Y/N would be at a different table eating a small, packed lunch, or sometimes, nothing at all. And on weekends or after school, he would see the girls out at a cafe or at the mall, but Y/N was never with them anymore. And the more time passed, the more isolated she became.

One day during their sophomore year of High School, Seungmin left school and stopped at his family’s restaurant on his way home. He noticed Y/N sitting at a table inside with his parents. He hid and waited for her to leave before running inside and asking them why she was there. They told him that they had just hired her as a part time hostess. Seungmin couldn’t contain his smile when he realized that this meant he now had an excuse to see her more often.

So for the next two years, he would race to his family’s restaurant after school to get something to eat and “do his homework.” He would have also worked there, but his family was very strict about his grades so they wanted him to concentrate on his studies in order to retain the top spot in their grade. And he did study while he was at the restaurant, but he also ate more often, which probably worked against his already larger build. But he was too busy secretly pining over Y/N that nothing, other than his studies, really mattered.

As happy as Seungmin was to spend time near Y/N, he was equally saddened having to watch her old friends go from being like sisters to her, to ignoring her, to bullying her, and all of it because she stopped hanging out with them. It was like they were bored one day and just arbitrarily decided that picking on her would be their new hobby. And it almost seemed like Y/N felt bad for not hanging out with her friends by the way she just let them walk all over her. But no matter how sad or hurt she must have felt, she never let them take her smile. And boy did he love that smile.

Seungmin was pulled from his thoughts when the bell rang again. By this time, Y/N had finished cleaning and was getting organized at her desk before class started. And when the teacher entered the classroom, she held her head high and greeted her with a smile alongside her classmates.

The rest of the morning went by without too much drama. In between classes, some of the girls would make snide remarks about Y/N smelling like a coffee house. It was utterly unbelievable that they were the cause of the coffee smell stuck to Y/N and yet they would relentlessly make fun of her for that mess that they created. But Seungmin also had to smile to himself because what went better with the breakfast smell clinging to his clothing than the coffee smell clinging to hers?

Lunch period wasn’t too bad for Y/N; the girls left her alone for the most part. She usually sat at a table in the back corner and kept to herself. Seungmin sat across the cafeteria from her, but always within view. He mentally kept track of the days she ate, what she ate, and what she read while at lunch to distract her from everyone else around her. Or at least that’s what he assumed she was doing when she was reading at lunch, but only because he did that too.

Yes, lunch wasn’t too bad for Y/N, but it was always bad for him. It was like he wasn’t allowed to eat anything ever because he was overweight. No matter what ate or how little he ate, it seemed the whole world only wanted to put him down. At this point, he had exhausted all means necessary to stay out of the way as to not draw attention to himself, but it was like the bullies in this school had Seungmin radar; they were just drawn to him. Little did he know today’s torment was far from over.

Seungmin sat at his usual table across the room from Y/N, pulled out his lunch which was chicken and rice from his family’s restaurant, and opened his book to where he left off. He was just about to taste his first spoonful of food when a basketball flew across the room and hit him square in the face knocking him backwards off his seat and onto the floor. This, of course, gained the attention of the entire cafeteria. Here we go, he thought to himself.

Seungmin stood up and bushed the spilled food off his shirt. But when he looked up from his clothing, the five absolute worst guys of the school were standing beside him. One had already picked up his lunch, while another had grabbed his book off the table. They all had a similar cocky smile on their faces, which was never a good omen.

“Why did you stand up SeungMOO? I thought all cows like to eat their meals on the ground,” one of the boys said mockingly.

“Yeah SeungMOO, we’re just trying to help you feel more comfortable while filling your FOUR stomachs,” another boy chimed in.

Seungmin looked around the room and noticed that all eyes were on him. Even Y/N had now looked up from her book to see what was going on. This made him feel extra shy and embarrassed, causing him to freeze up. Unable to form even a word, he just kept his head down.

“What’s wrong SeungMOO? You look like you’re gonna cry,” a third boy said while pushing Seungmin’s shoulder hard enough to make him stagger backwards a few steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The first boy asked as he yanked Seungmin’s arm hard enough forward to knock him to his knees. And Seungmin went down, hard.

When he hit the floor, he let out a pained moan and a few of the other students gasped. But no one came to his aid. They all just sat back and watched as he was both physically and emotionally abused in front of half the school.

Meanwhile, the ring leader of this band of bullies had stepped in front of Seungmin and gestured for his minions to lay off him. But Seungmin was smart enough to know that it wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart, but rather to set the stage for whatever was coming next. So Seungmin raised his head to face him and braced himself.

“SeungMOO,” he began, “why are you looking at me with such fear? I’m not going to hurt you. I thought we were friends, and friends support each other. Don’t you want to be my friend and let me support you?”

Seungmin just continued to stare at him from his knelt position on the ground.

“You look hungry and I can’t stand to see the less-fortunate go hungry. So here, have some lunch,” he said as he dumped Seungmin’s chicken and rice on the floor in front of him.

The cafeteria was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Go on, eat it!” One of the boys said snidely.

“Yeah SeungMOO, be a good little cow and eat your lunch,” another one chanted.

Seungmin looked at his lunch now lying on the ground in front of him and tried his hardest to fight back the tears forming in his eyes. He didn’t know how he was going to get out of this one. He knew he couldn’t flee, but he definitely knew he couldn’t fight. In that moment, that horrible, awkward, terrifying moment...he simply wished he could just disappear forever.

His thoughts were cut short by two of his classmates now standing on either side of him. He looked at the two of them, and then back to the boy who had just dumped his food on the floor. He pleaded with his eyes as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He was mad at himself for allowing them to see his tears, but he just couldn’t hold them in any longer. He just wanted this torture to end. But he knew that as long as he was alive, they would never stop bullying him.

“Awh SeungMOO, don’t cry,” their leader said with about as much compassion as a spider has a for a fly. “I’m just here to make sure you grow up big and strong.”

At that moment, the two boys beside Seungmin grabbed his arms and held him in position. When he tried to break loose, they just pulled him tighter. And the tighter they pulled his arms, the more painful it became. He bit his lip to keep from screaming out, but that didn’t make the pain any less unbearable. So he stopped struggling and just gave in.

“Good boy, SeungMOO,” the boy said while patting him on the head. “Now, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me with your pathetic display...I’m just trying to be a good friend and classmate and ensure you stay healthy. And the best way to stay healthy is to eat all your food.”

Seugmin looked up at him, and then looked around the cafeteria, which had become almost frozen in time as everyone stared at the drama unfolding before them. He wasn’t entirely sure how this was going to end, but he knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I wish I were dead, he thought to himself.

“Well SeungMOO, are you going to be a good little cow and graze?” The boy said as he gestured to the food on the ground.

Seungmin looked at the food, and then back at the boy with pleading eyes.

“Eat it!” One of the boys holding back his arms said as he pushed his body lower to the floor.

“Eat it, you cow!” Another boy yelled.

The group of them echoed each other repeating it over and over again. “Eat it. Eat it.” they chanted while the two boys holding back his arms pushed his face closer and closer to the floor. He was a mere centimeters from the ground when a voice rang out from across the room.

“That’s enough!” The voice echoed throughout the cafeteria.

Everyone, including the gang of bullies, turned to see who had the nerve to try and tell them what to do. Much to everyone’s surprise, it was the quiet, kept-to-herself, and today, smelled like the coffee that was poured on her, Y/N. And she wasn’t trying to hide it. She was already walking across the room towards them with a fierce look in her eyes. As she approached the boys, she spoke again.

“That’s enough. Let him go,” she said with a confidence no one knew she had.

“Go sit down and mind your own business you bitch,” one of the boys snapped to her. But she did not even blink.

“You’ve had your “fun,” and at his expense. Now just give it a rest,” she said, stepping in between Seungmin and his tormentor.

“Well aren’t you brave? Maybe I need to teach you a lesson too, but a different kind of lesson,” their “fearless” leader said as he grabbed Y/N’s chin and pulled it close to his face.

Without missing a beat, Y/N slapped him across the face so hard that the slap echoed just as loudly as her voice had earlier. Everyone gasped with shock, even the other bullies. Some of the students even laughed, which probably made the situation even worse. But the absolute worst thing that happened was that Y/N smiled after she did it. She smiled proudly, too.

This boy was no longer just a High School bully in that moment. He was now an eighteen year old infuriated man with an embarrassing red mark on his cheek and rage engulfing him. With his classmates’ laughter fueling him, he whipped around and punched Y/N square in the face, knocking her to the ground.

Seungmin turned to face her, but was made sick to his stomach at what he saw. She was lying on the ground, curled in a ball, holding her face while blood gushed from her nose and mouth. She had tears running down her face and she was whimpering softly. Meanwhile, no one came to her side to check on her. And the cowardly boy who hit her? He was smugly staring down at her like he was proud of his actions.

Something snapped inside Seungmin. All his sadness and embarrassment, pain and torture, had turned to rage. He jumped up, knocking down the two boys who had been holding his arms, and lunged for the scumbag who had just sunk so low that he punched a girl. And not just any girl, but Y/N, the girl he loved. So with what can only be described as a battle cry, Seungmin launched himself at him and knocked him down with all his strength. He managed to get in two good hits before the other boys pulled him off. Unfortunately for him, he had zero experience with fighting and absolutely no strength so he was sure his efforts were in vain. At least for once in your miserable life you actually did something, he thought to himself.

After pulling Seungmin off of him and getting a tight grip on him, the boys dragged him out of the cafeteria towards the back exit of the building. The last thing he saw was Y/N still lying on the ground with no one making any effort to check on her well-being. He wished he could have done more, but now he was about to pay the price for what little he did.

After leaving the building, there weren’t many words exchanged. The boys took turns hitting Seungmin. And when he finally couldn’t stand anymore, they took turns kicking him too. He was beaten so badly that there was now more blood on his face than face. They yelled profanities at him, called him names, and then before they left to go back inside, adding insult to injury, they spit on him.

He laid there behind the school, hidden behind a dumpster, for a long, long time. He was in so much pain that it hurt to breathe. He was dreading the thought of trying to stand up or even move at all. He knew eventually he would have to try, but for now, he was just going to stay put and writhe in pain. Still, despite all his ache and agony, all he could think about was whether or not Y/N was okay.

Eventually, he pushed through the pain and managed to stand up. He thought about going back inside for his belongings, but he didn’t want to risk running into anyone, especially any of the teachers. The last thing he needed right now was to get labeled a nark and be bullied for that too. So he just left. Granted, he was in no shape to walk so he kind of just limped slowly along the sidewalk. But he was determined to get home without drawing too much attention. That way, he could dress his wounds and wash the blood off his clothing without his family ever knowing anything.

With every step, the pain grew worse and worse. But it was his determination to stay under the radar that kept him going. That, and his wandering thoughts about Y/N. He wondered if she was okay and if anyone helped her. He also focused on what he would say to her when he finally saw her; he had to thank her somehow. Her efforts may have been in vain, but at least she did something, unlike him. I’m so weak, he thought to himself, I bet no one would even notice if I just never came back. But he secretly hoped at least Y/N would notice.

As he painfully made his way home, he continued to focus his thoughts on Y/N; she was a great distraction from everything. He thought about what it would be like to have her smile at him. He imagined the sound of her voice as she said his name. And when the pain worsened and he felt short of breath, he thought about what it would be like to have her worry about him and care for him. Some of his more morbid thoughts trailed off on her crying over him, but he was doing everything he could to stay focused and positive. I can’t thank her if I’m not alive, he repeated to himself like a mantra.

He was almost home; a mere few blocks from his house when he heard sirens. As he rounded the corner, he could see a mob of people crowded around the street. It appeared as if a massive car accident had occurred and several people were severely injured. As he got closer, he was able to survey the true magnitude of the severity of the accident. It was like something you could only imagine would happen in the movies: cars smashed in, people limping away covered in blood, bodies lying unconscious...the sight actually made Seungmin want to throw up.

As the emergency vehicles arrived, they went right to work. EMTs began working to help everyone who was injured, firefighters were assessing public safety and assisting the EMTs while they began trying to save everyone, and the police got to work on creating a perimeter, interviewing witnesses, and helping anywhere they were needed. It was all very intense and the crowd was unable to take their eyes off the scene. This worked in Seungmin’s favor as he was able to sneak right through, unnoticed.

But as he passed through the crowd, a rupture of screams rang out. He turned to see a car speeding out of control towards the accident site. Those on the sidewalk began pushing each other and running in all directions to get as far away from the street as possible. In the chaos, one member of the crowd knocked into Seungmin, and given the horrendous state he was already in, he couldn’t keep his balance. He was knocked backwards into the street directly in the path of the speeding car.

The last thing Seungmin saw was the car’s headlights closing in on him. He closed his eyes and smiled, thinking at least no one can bully me in death. And then he thought of Y/N, one last time.

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Prucan Week Day #3: Moonlight Date

Day Three: Unconscious, Illusions, Intuition

Honestly, Today was a good day for Gilbert. He got to sleep in as it was his day off, his little brother didn't yell at him for God-knows-what, he got to take the dogs to the park and play with them for a good hour, and as he was picking up lunch from his favourite cafe, an adorable little blond approached him shyly and asked him if he’d be interested in going out that night. Really, his day couldn't get much better. As Gilbert sat in front of the Television, watching football (Germany vs Switzerland, no contest) his phone suddenly buzzed. He grabbed at the couch a few times, trying to locate the device without actually turning to look (because he was so awesome he didn't need things like sight to get his phone. Suck it, Ludwig). After a full minute of useless grabbing, his hand connects with his phone, and he smirks in victory (which Ludwig doesn't see, but Gilbert makes sure to anyway, just in case Ludwig can sense it). Turning it on, he sees a message from the cute blond.

Hey, I got off work a little early. If you want, we can meet for coffee before we go out?

Gilberts smirk widens by a noticeable fraction. Oh, tonight is going to be good. He's off the couch in a heartbeat, shrugging on his deep blue coat and pulling on his black gloves.

“Yo, Luddy, I’m goin’ out. Dunno when I’ll be back. Hold down the fort for me, ‘kay?”

And before Ludwig can actually respond, he's out the door.

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The cute blond, who is actually named Matthew, is somehow even cuter in prolonged dosages. He’s a nervous type, eager to please and horrified by even the slightest of inconveniences he may commit, making him the perfect type for friendly teasing. He likes sweets and animals and nature, and as he gets more and more nervous he slips into a light french accent, hiding behind his wavy flax-coloured hair, gazing through the tangles with enchanting violet eyes. Gilbert laughs at his partner's shyness, causing him to blush deep red and try to back further away.

In short, Matthew is condensed joy.

Gilbert takes satisfaction in every moment he spends with Matthew. Every smile is a prize, every laugh a treasure, and Gilbert realizes hes falling hard for someone he met only a few hours ago, but hey, love is blind, or something stupid and sappy like that. So Gilbert works to make Matthew just as happy as he is. He compliments his accent, which causes Matthew to balk slightly and blush, stuttering out some apology: apparently he didn't notice he’d changed accents. Gilbert tactfully covered Matthews unintentional slip up by using his limited knowledge of french to tell him how cute he was.

Matthews' small, surprised smile made having to swallow his pride worth it.

They spent an unknown amount of hours like that: sipping hot drinks and chatting with each other. It was bliss; Gilbert could talk, and Matthew would listen. Matthew laughed, and Gilbert felt warmth fill his heart.

It was a good night.

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“So, um,” Matthew starts, hesitates immediately, then steels himself with a long breath and ventures bravely on, “Would you, maybe, um, like to go… out?”

Gilbert blinks thoughtfully at this. Sure, they'd been out for the better part of the day already, with the sun dipping low under the horizon and the moon shining far overhead, but Matthew had been eluding to some greater plan all night. Even now, Matthew fidgeted back and forth, eager and nervous for an answer.

Gilbert smiled. God, he was too cute for this world. “Alright, lead the way, schatzi.”

Matthew instantly brightens, standing and ushering Gilbert closer. Gilbert pays the tab (because he can be a gentleman, suck it, Ludwig) and they're off. Matthew grabs Gilbert by the wrist, excitedly tugging him forward, and Gilbert is enamoured by his sudden energy. Matthew laughs airily as they walk.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night. You’re really gonna love this.”

They walk for at least twenty minutes. When Matthew finally slows, they stand on the edge of town, only a set of old, decommissioned train tracks stopping them from truly being out of city bounds. Gilbert looks around, trying to identify what's so great about this. An old trainyard doesn't really scream First Date Material to him, but maybe he's just old fashioned. Matthew turns to smile brightly at him, his eyes gleaming in the muted moonlight. Another insistent tug pulls Gilbert into a train car, where Matthew pats the ground with about as much force as his small frame can offer. Gilbert makes himself comfortable as Matthew himself sits by the door, peering out every few minutes and scanning the area. The train car is dusty, dark, desolate, and overall unpleasant, but Matthew still seems excited so Gilbert humours him. They wait like this for only ten minutes, chatting idly, before Matthew suddenly shushes him, peering out into the darkness once more. Now that their voices have died, Gilbert hears the crunch, crunch, crunch of someone approaching. Now his interest has truly peaked. What is happening now? Did Matthew enlist someone's help for this date? His question is answered when Matthew suddenly leans out of the train car, hands latching around whoever is outside. A startled yelp rings out before Matthew reels back in with his catch; Gilbert cannot see much, but the figure appears to be a young woman, who looks thoroughly confused and frazzled.

“What is-”

Is all she manages before there's a loud crack. Gilbert stares in horrible, wide-eyed disbelief. Matthew cradles the woman's head in his arms, acting like everything is fine and he didn't just snap her neck right in front of Gilbert's face. Matthew leans down, completely blocking her head from view, and Gilbert hears another snap as more bones break.

Somehow, Gilbert doesn’t vomit.

“What the fuck.” is the best he can manage, and honestly, its a miracle hes speaking in sentences and not screaming, and/or running as far way as he can get. Matthew looks back up at him, except it's not Mathew at all. It's a bestial figure, with long antlers akin to an elk, and skin the colour of the moon. His eyes are still purple, but there's no visible sclera, only glinting irises.

“Is something wrong?”, Matthew asks, somehow managing to sound genuinely worried about Gilbert but not the dead women in his arms, “Do you not eat women?”

“I- What the fuck, no, I dont eat-- what the fuck?” forget that thought about sentences. Gilbert is still impressed his lunch is in his stomach.

“Oh… would you rather her mind? I thought you’d eat flesh, but… we can share?”

“What the fuck are you on? You can’t… eat people, thats fucking… you’re, you’re fucking sick, kid. What the fuck?”

Matthew frowns. “Are you not… a demon?”

“What? No, I'm not… you can't, why would you, demons aren't even real.”

“..Oh. Oh. I thought… with your eyes, and your… uh…”

Matthew trails off, looking almost guilty. Gilbert continues to stare at the dead body between them. Several tense seconds pass.

“Well”, Matthew finally begins, and Gilbert's eyes snap up to him, widening as he sees the displeased look plastered across Matthews face, “If you’re not supernatural, then I can’t allow you to know about this anymore.”

Gilbert doesn't have time to scream before Matthew descends upon him.

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“...ert, Gilbert, wake up, you useless moron!”

Gilbert groans as he slowly opens his eyes. He’s draped across the couch with his brother looming over him, looking about as angry as usual.

“I have work today, so you're in charge of the dogs. Do not forget to feed them, Aster needs to be given medication at 11 a.m, and Feliciano-”

“Did something happen last night?” Gilbert mumbles out, much to his brothers chagrin. He never did like being cut off.

“Your friend Matthew brought you home. Apparently you got so drunk you passed out and made a complete fool of yourself in front of everyone.”

Ludwig glanced at the clock, sighed, and turned towards the door.

“I have to leave now. Do not forget to feed my dogs.”

Gilbert grunts in affirmation as the door slams. He tries very hard to remember anything about last night, but he's drawing blanks. The only thing he remembers is bright violet eyes against the pale moonlit sky. His phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. Gilbert quickly pulls it out, turning on the little device. There's a new message from Matthew.

Last night was really fun. Maybe we can go out again sometime?

Gilbert smiles a little. A night out with Matthew sounds harmless enough. ------------------- (reposted, now edited) A little longer than my last one. Really, I just wanted to write Canada as a demon. I also couldn't resist using ‘Misinterpretation’ from the reverse prompt.

#prucanweek #prucanweek2020 #hetalia prussia #hetalia canada #hetalia prucan #prucan #hetalia

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royalheroine · 3 years

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Helen regretted arriving to new york city much earlier than her family. She arrived to see a stream of aliens coming through a big portal in the sky. She had to act fast. She should’ve run. Should’ve stayed in a cafe or something, but she did something highly impulsive. She fought.

She quickly found a broken pipe in the alleyway and started hitting at the aliens. The aliens started shooting bolts of light at her and she adapted by finding a broken off car door. She was surprised that it blocked most of the shots. She found herself protecting the stay victims and escorting people to nearby bulidings or outreach refugee camps.

Blood sprayed on her face while she stabbed a alien in the head with the sharp pipe. She didn’t notice the wound on her left side, and didn’t complain about the scratches and bruises on her legs. She just wanted it to end. She hoped her family is not here, even if they didn’t care about her. She then decided to head to the stark tower, maybe the aliens held hostages in there.

----

She found herself going up to the top floor after realizing that no one is being held hostage on the lobby floor.

---

The elevator door opened and she saw a man with raven black hair. Wearing a royal overcoat adorend with gold trimmings and fabric. He held a glowing scepter.

‘Shit did i just find the villian?!’ she thought to herself.

“And who might you be.” He smirked.

She carefully stepped out of the elevator. Trying to identify or at least avoid his attacks. Surviving multiple aliens seemed hard, but this encounter would be even harder.

“I-I thought people would be taken hostage in this tower- I think I thought wrong. Wait-” she looked at the crescent shaped charm on his chest.

“A-are you a god?” She asked. The symbol looked very similar to the symbol in her norse mythology storybook. The storybook that she read over and over again.

“Oh, so you know your place. You realize who I really am, your god.” He spoke to her.

“Y-are you- Loki?” She abandoned all feelings of fear and terror. Those feelings were replaced with feelings of childlike curiosity.

“Yes, how does a mere mortal know about my name?” He was curious too. He thought that mortals only knew about their own realm.

“Uh- apparently people from the past worshipped you, and Thor and Odin and others, they’re called Norse. And I guess they wrote stories about you! Stories that I read a lot. And, yeah, I know this is a really weird thing to say to someone who is invading your planet but- I- you’re my favorite god.” She looked away.

‘Thats my last words. I literally called my killer my favorite and I’m going to die. Great.’ She thought to herself.

Loki put down his scepter. He wanted to entertain this small, puny mortal. A mortal that didn’t seem to fear him.

“Come child.” He guided her to the bar.

—

“So, what do they say about me?” He asked her.

“Well… They said that you can shapeshift and that you had a baby with a horse.” She giggled. The god wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

“God, the way you mortals create stories are weird and highly inaccurate. I only raised a baby horse, not gave birth to it.” He clarified, leaning the scepter against the bar.

“I mean, you were not portrayed as wholly evil or wholly good, since mischeif is neutral in morality. Which means you’re not a villain. Right? She asked

“That’s where you’re wrong. My brother is a hero and I am the villain. A villain who is not even asguaridan.” He told her.

“Y-you’re also compared to your brother?” She asked shyly

“Yes, all the time.” He huffed

“Well, you’re in the same boat, my brother, Finn. He’s older, cuter, a golden child and good at everything. Meanwhile, you have me… Messy, uncoordinated and decided to fight instead of run away like anyone else.” She said.

“Fighting is a more noble pursuit than running.” he told her, but he noticed that she was bleeding on her side.

“Oh dear, that’s not a nice sight.” He carefully laid her down on the couch.

“W-what?” She was getting faint, she didn’t notice that she was bleeding out. Loki summoned a rag and started using his healing magic. But he had limited knowledge.

“Stay with me dear, once you wake up, we will rule together, besides, two monsters should shine in the sunlight.” He assured the sleeping child.

---

The girl woke up to see a group of heroes circling Loki. She stood up but her wound thobbed.

“Ah!” She dobled over. Clutching her side. A man dressed in blue and red came over to her.

“Did he hold you hostage?” He asked.

“No- I- he healed me.” She said grogilly. She didn’t realize that it was all over.

“Dear, you should’nt move as much.” Loki called to her. The blue hero looked confused.

“Ah- where is he going?” She asked.

“Back to asgard.” The blonde hero said.

“Are you Thor then?” She asked. Staggering once she stood up.

“Yes” He smiled lightly, probably trying to calm down the shaking child.

“Your age?” The blue hero said.

“11.” She meekly said.

“You hurt a child!” Thor shouted at Loki.

“No! He actually took care of me! We- had a conversation!” She shouted in protest.

“He hypnotized you.” The blue hero tried to get the situation straight.

“I WOULD NEVER! NOT A CHILD!” Loki shouted. Thor only put a mechanical gag on loki.

“I-i”

“Lets get you down, alright?” The blue hero gave a comforting smile.

She found herself stuffed in a small elevator with a bunch of heroes and a villain. She was slightly shaking from the excess adrenaline and the pain from the wound. Loki kept glancing at her, worried that she might faint from the blood.

“Sooo…. What is your name kid?” The man in the iron suit asked.

“Helen. Helen Conrad.” She told him.

“Well, lets lighten up! Lets all introduce ourselves. I’ll start off. My name is Tony stark! Real names only!”

“I am Steve Rodgers.” The blue hero smiled.

“Natasha Romanov.”

“Clint Barton.”

“Thor Odinson”

She smiled brightly. “Thank you for introducing yourselves!”

----

She found herself in the lobby, witnessing the fight over a glowing blue cube.

‘Why are they so obsessed with that cube?’ she asked herself.

“Your parents haven’t shown up.” Thor pointed out as they sat ontop of the car.

“Not surprised, probably busy with my brother.” She leaned back. Probably thinking that she’d just settle back into her normal life.

“What if you came with me. To Asgard.” He asked her.

She turned to him. “Y-you’d really bring me?” She asked.

“If your parents are as neglectful as they are, then I should probably just bring you to a better place. Your skills will be better cultivated on Asgard than with your parents.” He said.

“Also, you’ve made a profound impact on my brother, Loki. So would you be kind to come on behalf of him? He doesn’t show it but he’d like you to come too.” he asked.

“D-definately! Definitely!” She shouted. Jumping up and down.

“I-i- d-definately- w-wait. Give me a s-second.” She was getting too excited that her stuttering became apparent. She took a deep breath.

She gave a curt, “Yes. yes I would like to go.” She smiled. Thor grinned.

“You would definately love the palace.”

---

Loki and Thor held on to the container with the tesseract and Helen stood behind the container.

“Are you sure we should let a child go to a different realm with two gods, and one of them tried to invade our planet.” Steve asked Tony.

“I’m sure Thor would keep her safe, besides, we might have to hold her in the tower when she comes back.” Tony repled.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“I’m pretty skeptical about the fact that a child was able to battle her way into my tower and talk down the god of lies without getting killed in the process.” He remarked.

---

Helen was beamed in the entrance of the rainbow bridge. She walked with the two gods. One in chains and one with the hammer. She looked at the view of Asgard. It looked grander than she’d imagine. The golden towers were glistening in the sunlight. The rainbow bridge was translucent but had rainbow like branches pulsing through the bridge. She seemed scared to cross the bridge at first. Having a slight fear of heights. But Thor grabbed on to her hand and gave her comforting look.

Loki looked on, wishing he could do the same. But glad that his brother did it in his place.

---

Helen was being addressed by the king of Asgard. Odin.

“You have the heart of a heroine and the capacity to empathize with even the toughest of villains. Tell me, child. What is your name?” He asked her.

“He-he-Helen.” She stuttered. Cursing herself for stuttering in front of the king.

“Conrad.”

“Conraddotar?” Odin clarified

“You can call me that.” she said.

“Enjoy yourself at the palace, you are now considered royalty for extending your kindness to my son, Loki.” Odin said.

---

Helen wore a simple green gown. She was happily skipping around and exploring the palace.

“Helen, dear, can you come to me?” A voice sounded in the hallway.

She turned to see Queen Frigga.

“Let’s fix yout hair, shall we?”

Helen was sitting on Frigga’s bed while Frigga was braiding her hair.

“Thank you for everything that you’ve done. Tell me, Helen, what is your family like?” She asked.

“Well, I have a brother, and two parents. But my parents lives revolve around my brother. But- Im ok with that. I do things by myself and I got used to it.” She said.

“Ah- im sorry my dear. But here, there are servants and maids that can help you. So relax. I know how traumatic the invasion was, so I hope you realze that you are safe.

----

Helen was sitting on the steps, looking at Loki in his cell. She noticed that he has a lot of furniture in his cell. He was reading a book, and she was scribbling something in her notebook.

“Mind telling me what you’re writing down, dear?” He asked, thumbing through the pages.

“Uh-I-I’m actually d-drawing.” She said. Trying not to stutter.

“What are you drawing?” He asked.

“You.” She meekly said. Loki put the book on the table and walked towards Helen, he sat down in front of her.

“Mind showing me?” He smiled lightly.

She tore the page out and she showed it to him. It was loki and helen, under a flower tree. He was reading a spell out of the spell book.

“That looks adorable. When I escape, will you hand it to me?” He smiled.

“Of course.”

—-

“Do you like the accommodations in the palace?” Loki asked, hoping that they are taking care of her.

“Yes, but I wish I can enjoy them with you.” She answered. Twiddling her thumbs.

“So I decided to sit at your cell and talk to you!” She grinned. Loki’s heart melted. He’d never knew that he’d meet someone who was so naive and childlike. Enough to paint him as a positive figure. But he didn’t care. He just felt a sense of kindness towards her. He feels fond of her. He never realized that he was fawning over a mortal. Who’s life can flash before his eyes.

“That is great child.” He said.

“Wish I had my chello here, could’ve played you a tune.” She said. Loki used some of his magic to steal away a chello from the music room and teleported it here.

“Then play me a tune then.” He smiled

—

Loki was spellbound by the tune, she played a song that a mortal composed. But he didn’t know that the mortal is a master at music composition. Apparently the song was Blue Danube, by Johan Strauss. He swayed to the melody. By the time Helen was done he asked her a dozen questions.

“How long have you played?”

“5 years. Started at a young age, when my parents believed in my talents.” she told me.

“They should’ve known how bright you’ve shined.”

“Don’t blame them. They stop trying after finding out about my stutter.” She said.

“Your parent’s arent even parents.” I told her.

“I realized that when I hit 9.” she replied.

“Then maybe you should have a different father. Someone who adores you, who encourages you to be as different and unique as possible, who doesn’t compare you to anyone, who empathizes with you. Someone- someone like me.” He slowed his rant. Realizing something.

“D-do you want me to be your father?” He asked. Taking a big risk, being vulnerable .

“I-i-i’d lo-love yo-you to!” She was a stuttering mess, her brain was trying to process the proposal.

“Dear, slow down, take a big breath.” He grinned

“I would like for you to be my dad.” she slowly said. Tears coming out of her eyes.

“I would whipe those tears from your eyes but I’m stuck in this wretched cell.” He chuckled.

“I want to hug you.” She sniffled.

“You’ll get the chance.”

---

Everything was broken, damaged. But Helen rushed towards Loki’s cell. She just got word of Frigga’s death. And she didn’t want to lose her new father. She saw Loki in his cell, seeming to be fine. But she just broke out in sobs.

Her breathing was ragged. Tears flow through her eyes, and she was sniffling. She collapsed to the ground. Choking and crying. Crying for him, Loki. Feeling too much of his pain. Loki put down his defenses.

He had a green shirt but his hair was matted, her crawled to the crying child and wanted to reach out to her, but the barrier kept him from touching her.

“H-hey. Don’t cry-”

“You’re depressed so I’m depressed! I don’t want this to happen, for you to be sad! I-its my fault! I’m sorry. I-I. i’m- s-s-sorry. Mr. Loki! I-i have no-no right to be you-your daughter!” She was stuttering, trying to calm herself down. But the stale air and the buzzing barrier, it was hard to.

“No, don’t say that, you’re my daughter through and through. None of this was your fault. None of it. Please, stop crying for me.” He guided her to a deep breath.

“S-sorry.” she apologized for her shrill crying

“Don’t be sorry.” He smiled.

---

Helen gave Loki a big hug when Thor freed him from the cell. Loki returned the hug while threading his fingers through her braided hair.

“Darling, I have to help Thor. But I will come back.” he told her.

“A-are you sure?” She asked.

“One way or another. Yes.”

When Helen found out about Loki’s demise, she locked herself in the room and cried. She sobbed, blaming herself for letting him go alone. Hating herself. A knock sounded at the door. The door opened and she saw Odin.

“S-sorry if my cries are too loud.” she whipped her tears.

“It’s alright my child.” Odin sat at her beside.

“I-Lost my dad.” She stuttered.

“He said he’d come back-”

“One way or another.” Odin’s illusion was dispelled by Loki. He smiled kindly at her.

“I am sorry for causing you unnecessary pain. But I had to keep up the illusion for my safety.” He whipped her tears with his thumb. And enveloped her in a crushing hug.

“But now we can rule together. My little princess.” He smiled.

#loki fanfiction #loki fluff #lokiday

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thewinedarksea · 4 years

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thief/assassin au pt 4

ft. (the mention of) handcuffs and a river. also liel’s flip-floppy emotions. mildly suggestive.

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5)

Sirens drifted through the air, faint from distance. There were at least five blocks between them and Liel but she walked faster nonetheless, gait casual as she strolled down the chill city streets.

A cold wind skittered after her, slicing through her thin shirt; she’d been counting on a getaway car to provide warmth, so she was clad only in a pair of leggings and a top made for attraction and not practicality, her toes frozen inside the thin leather of her boots. Another gust of wind and she curved her shoulders inwards, tightening her grip around the hot chocolate cup in her hands. Warmth bled through the cheap cardboard and into her fingers, a mild protection against the temperature. It was the only thing keeping her going.

Well. That, and the promise of getting revenge on Johann’s worthless hide ten times over. Liel was thinking a lifetime subscription to some truly awful porn mailing lists, maybe a stint in a minimum security prison depending on how long it took for her to get back to her hotel. Half a million in diamonds, ripe for the taking, and she’d had to abandon them all. Idiot kid. She didn’t know what street corner Emory had picked him off of, but he could damn well put him back.

She stepped off the street and onto a bridge, blending with the horde of pedestrians making their way across. And there, propped up against the railing, her long black coat whipping in the wind, stood Celine.

Despite the cold and the bustle of people flowing past her she looked unbothered, eyes on the river’s banks, just one of the many citizens taking a break from her everyday life to admire the view.

The sight of her sent a confusing tangle of emotions rushing through Liel: fear, always and ever-present, because she hadn’t survived ten odd years as a criminal without a healthy dose of being able to recognize a predator when she saw one, and wanting, too, sharp and immediate as a knife to the gut. More than both of those though was the annoyance, a matchstick flare that promised to ignite.

Liel should walk away. She should go back to her hotel, drink a staggering amount of wine, and sink into the suite’s luxurious tub until the water washed away all the frustrations and disappointments of the afternoon. She should. But Liel had just had two weeks of planning go up in smoke thanks to a jumpy kid and an early guard patrol, and all that irritation was just begging for an outlet. Celine would do nicely.

She tossed her cup into a nearby trash can and wandered over, propping herself up on the railing, so close her arm brushed Celine’s sleeve. The river below was a chaotic swirl of dark water, shiny bits of aluminum and old coffee cups caught tumbling in its hold. On its banks the sidewalks teemed with life, awash with shoppers catching up on last minute holiday gifts.

“I was going to complain about the cold, but I find I’m plenty warm just by being around you.”

Celine didn’t so much as glance at her, her eyes fixed on one of the cafes lining the waterway. Liel squinted, trying to make out what she was looking at, but saw nothing besides some red striped umbrellas and a few customers enjoying a meal in the freezing cold. Masochists.

“Because you’re from hell,” Liel elaborated. “Like a demon. Hellfire. It’s very amusing.”

A faint smirk touched Celine’s lips, but that was the extent of her reaction. No teasing, no clever remarks. Not even an acknowledgement that the last time they’d seen each other Celine had had her hands around Liel’s neck, before they’d shifted to other, less mentionable places.

The annoyance flared brighter the longer she ignored her. Liel wanted to draw a reaction, to claw some control from her perfect grip. Crack it, like she had the night of the party, Celine’s mouth on hers, gasping and half-breathless, teeth and tongue and sweet words that had spilled like a river from her lips.

Liel smiled up at her, batting her eyelashes in the way that normally made people fall all over themselves to give her what she wanted.

“What’s a girl have to do to get some attention around here?”

“Try coming back when I’m not working.”

Okay, see, that was just rude. Liel had been working every time they’d crossed paths, but that hadn’t stopped Celine from fucking her over or just fucking her, period. It was called a double standard, and Liel had no intention of letting it get in her way.

“Ooh, are you on a job?” She slid closer, pressing their sides flush together, and made a production of following Celine’s gaze back to the cafe. It didn’t take long for her to hone in on the trio sitting off to one side, their clothes worth far more than the cafe’s old facade warranted. The woman on the left was definitely packing a gun.

“A hundred dollars says it’s the one in pink.” A shot in the dark, but it landed, Celine’s expression going even more carefully still. Liel pressed the advantage. “I could make some phone calls. I’m sure the police would be very interested in knowing someone hired an assassin to go after Miss Dior and Co. over there.”

“And I could snap your neck right now and throw your body over the edge.” Celine’s voice was as cool and dangerous as ice. “But you wouldn’t make me do that, would you pet?”

The fear came back with a vengeance, her annoyance snuffed out beneath the douse of ice water sliding down her spine. It might have been a mistake antagonizing the girl who killed people for a living. A small, small mistake.

“That does sound unpleasant,” Liel said as lightly as she could manage. “My neck is much prettier when it’s in one piece. Tell you what, I’ll just come back when you’re not working.”

Celine’s hand lashed out, gloved fingers wrapping around Liel’s wrist as she moved to step away.

“Oh no,” she said softly. “You said you wanted attention.”

She was watching Liel now, cafe abandoned for more interesting prey. Her eyes slid over Liel’s body, noting the lack of a coat, the goosebumps littering the bare skin of her arms. Despite the chill Liel felt herself heat up, all too aware that the last time Celine had seen her it had been without a stitch of clothing. From the smug slant of her mouth she remembered it, too.

“Poor thing. You’re shivering.” She tugged Liel in front of her, her head against her shoulder. Celine was unfairly warm despite the weather, warmth bleeding from her in far more pleasant ways than the hot chocolate had managed. Damage control, Liel reassured herself as she snuggled closer, allowing herself to melt into the heat. She had to protect her pretty neck, after all.

“And here I thought we were getting along so much better,” Celine murmured. Her breath ghosted against Liel’s ear, lips brushing skin with every word. “Threats don’t suit you.”

“Everything suits me,” Liel informed the sky because, honestly, she didn’t have much more to lose. It stared back, a pale, dispassionate gray that put her in mind of a blade. “Also, I’m angry at you.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Celine’s voice echoed in her ear as she wrapped an arm around Liel’s middle, drawing her ever closer. “Why so upset, sweetling? I thought our evening together went very well.”

“You tied me to a bed.” Liel’s legs struggled to hold up beneath the assault of Celine’s pet names, the scent of her rose perfume curling around her, light as a kiss.

“I did,” Celine agreed. “But I seem to recall that you begged me to do it. Quite prettily, too.”

Liel flushed all the way down, cheeks burning red. Memories stirred, flickers of Celine’s mouth on her neck, between her legs, biting at the skin of her thighs. She’d worn the bruises she left for a week, and the memory of them a hell of a lot longer.

“You didn’t untie me,” she said, fighting to keep her voice steady. One of the hotel staff had found her and boy had that been a particularly humiliating conversation to have. She’d been lucky the maid had proven sympathetic to her tale of a prank gone wrong. Luckier still that Celine hadn’t been cruel enough to call the police.

She could sense Celine’s smirk where it rested against the side of her head. “Consider it your punishment.”

“For what?”

“You stole a drive from me when we first met.”

“That was three months ago!”

A few heads turned in their direction at Liel’s cry, glancing away when they saw the two of them entwined. Liel made an effort to squirm out of Celine’s grip, swearing at the lack of give. Pettiness was her deal. It looked way cuter on her.

With an exasperated noise Celine crowded her forward against the rail, bending Liel over until Celine’s chin rested on the top of her head, her body pinned between metal and flesh with no easy method of escape.

“Stay still,” Celine chided. Her grip tightened until Liel subsided, slumping back against her. “That job cost me a lot of money, to say nothing of what it did to my reputation. You’re lucky all I did was tie you up.”

And threaten to kill her, and actually try to kill her. The list went on.

“Can’t imagine how great your reputation is going to be if you get yourself caught throwing me off a bridge,” Liel muttered.

“Believe me, there are far more interesting things I would rather to do to you.”

That sounded promising. Interesting typically required alive, which was a step up from a watery grave. Liel wriggled even further back, pressing herself into Celine until any distance between them was eaten up.

“Elaborate on that?” she asked, sweet as she could manage.

Across the river Celine’s target stood. Her pink dress, terribly impractical for the weather, swirled around her legs as the wind blew again, a bright streak against the dull pavement. At the motion Celine straightened, stepping away from Liel as quickly as she’d grabbed her.

The frigid rush of air that crept into the space she left set Liel trembling all over again, colder now that she’d found protection and lost it.

“Business calls,” Celine said, composed once more. God Liel hated her. “You have my room key?”

And her bracelet, and half her credit cards. Liel hadn’t taken her gun, though, so honestly she should be heralded as a paragon of self-restraint. She didn’t bring that point up though.

“I’m still cold.” Scared and pissed off, too, but she doubted she would care about that.

Celine’s mouth twisted in amused exasperation, and then she stripped out of her coat, wrapping the garment around Liel’s shoulders like a shawl. The fabric was warm, the scent of her perfume clinging to the silky lining.

“Be a good girl and wait for me in my room.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Liel’s cheek. Her lipstick left behind a mark. “I’ll bring my handcuffs.”

“What if I say no?”

Celine paused in the middle of turning away, an eyebrow raising in mock surprise. “I thought you wanted me to elaborate. Although if you prefer the river, I will have to ask for my key back.”

When Liel made no move to hand it over she smiled, teeth gleaming sharp in the sunlight. “It’s the Royal Suite. Don’t bother with clothes.”

#this is So Old guys #holy shit it has been ages since i touched this stuff. like.#a year or something #two? idk what is time. but also it is almost 2k so! LOnger Stuff as promised #back w/ liel being the world's weakest gay bitch #also fun fact this is actually labeled pt 6 on my drive bc i wrote everything out of order #gtdp writing #gtdp #my writing #mine

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strongsassysexysloane · 4 years

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Take me for a Ride, Jack. . . Fin.

Oh boy. I’m feeling all kinds of emotional posting this. I’ve had it written for a while but now here it is. Hope it lives up to all your hopes. American: Suckers / Australian: Lollipop :) Unsure if that needs to be explained or not. . . . . . . . .

"Come on, baby." You smile, liking the name flowing from your lips. You grab her hand and lead her out of the bathroom and down the hall. She grabs her keys along the way and you walk out of the apartment. . . . .

You happily sit on the bike as Jack rides through the streets of DC, your hands resting on Jack's hips, the breeze keeping your skin awake. It wasn't a long ride, she takes you to a cafe a few blocks away.

"Thought we need some food." She suggests, resting her helmet next to yours on the handle bars and you're shocked when she grabs your hand as if she's done it a thousands times before and you walk into the small, cafe positioned on a corner with a few tables on the street with a few more inside. It's quiet, only a hand full of customers sitting outside and one inside. Jack must come here quite regularly because she chats with the waitress behind the counter, talking about her morning. You look around, it's small but they made the inside seem less cramped. It has a home-style french feel to it. A place you could easily sit at for hours sipping and reading.

"You know what you want?" She turns to you with a content smile. "I'm buying." It's said with such a strong, unwavering tone, her eyes daring you to counter but all you can do is laugh quietly.

You turn to the waitress who is smiling at you both. Jack's hand still visibly in yours, her thumb slipping out of your grasp to rub comforting circles over the inside of your wrist. "I guess I'll have a latte, two shots with a choc chip cookie." You had been eyeing off that bad boy for a few moments, it was big and it had more choc chips than cookie.

"We have a new batch just about to come out, I'll sneak you one of those." The waitress winks at you with a bright smile and she turns to Jack. "Jack?" Her eyes sparkling with amusement and care. All you can hope for is if the new batch is as choc filled at the cookie on display.

"My usual coffee with all the sugar and make that four choc chip cookies and two of those magnificent brownies I know you have back there." The waitress just laughs to herself.

"So much sugar." She mumbles, typing up the order on the register.

"Got a chocolate fetish too?" You squeeze Jack's hand and receive an over emphasised rolled eyes from her and a louder laugh from the waitress.

"All the things you are going to learn." Jack smirks at your now slightly more stunned face. Her eyes teasing you, her tongue driving you insane every time it pokes its cute tip out to moisten her lips.

"You must be y/n." The waitress looks from you back to Jack and there's now a slight flush to Jack's cheeks. "She's cuter than you said."

When Jack turns back to you, you've got a big Cheshire grinned planted across you face. "Love it when you're the one blushing." She pouts at you and you lean in giving her a quick kiss to the lips, her cheeks still flushed. Absolutely loving the fact that you can do that now.

"I'll bring the coffee's and box of goodies out to you." You both smile, turning back to the waitress.

"Thanks Jessica" Jack taps her phone to pay and leads you to a seat in to corner.

You can't wipe the smile off your stupid face when you sit and Jack's hand still pleasantly in yours. "So you -"

"Oh, shut up." Jack sits down on the chair directly beside you, your thighs, hips touching.

You rest your other hand on top your already joined ones on the table. The sight of the simple display of affection brings a warmth to you, the smile never leaving your face. It isn't long before the box of goodies is brought to your table and soon the coffees.

"Enjoy." Jessica leaves you both, other customers just walking in the door.

"So is there a reason you bought so much chocolate? Whenever I thought of you and confectionery, it's always been lollipops" You take a sip of your coffee, regretfully having to pull out of the hand holding but it's made up by the delicious cookie you pick from the box.

"I love chocolate, I love sugar really.." Jack smiles innocently at you. "Plus she mentioned these cookies are just out of the oven." Jack shrugs, taking a big bite from the cookie in her hand and humming with pleasure. "You think about me sucking on lollipops?" She raises an eyebrow and this should make you blush but you just laugh. You love that her mind can go from something so innocent as confectionery into the deep dirty end of sex so quickly.

"Maybe once or twice." You wink at her, sipping your coffee, you squeeze your thigh together to ease the ache but Jack feels your movements and doesn't help your growing pain but resting her hand on your thigh.

"Good. to. know." She drags the words out, pronouncing each letter clearly while gently putting a bit more pressure on your thigh with every word said. You want to moan but don't give her the satisfaction she's so eagerly waiting for. The lust in her dark whiskey brown eyes smirking at you.

Finishing off your cookie, enjoying the melting chocolate in your mouth and close your eyes to enjoy the taste even more. You rinse it down with a sip of coffee and the mixture is delicious. Your eyes snap open to the sound of Jack clearing her throat and you know she's just a pent up as you are.

The coffee is drunk, the cookies eaten and Jessica clears your table. There's no excuse to stay any longer.

"Come on, lollipop." You test out the nickname and it's cemented by the lighthearted, song like laugh that escapes Jack's lips.

"No ones ever called me that before." She takes your hand and you walk back to her bike.

"Even better." You're thankful there's no memories attached to such a cute pet name and you want to use it any chance you get, although you hope to god you don't say it in the office. You'd never hear then end of it from Torres.

"Here you go tootsie roll..." Jack scrunches up her nose at the sound of the nickname crossing her lips.

"Yeah, keep trying with that one." You laugh and fasten the helmet on your head, slipping onto the bike behind Jack.

"I'll stick with sweetheart for now." She shouts through her helmet and you wish she had those helmets with inbuilt microphone and speakers.

"Fine by me, lollipop." You wrap your arms around her middle and Jack kicks off from the curb. She takes the back roads home, drawing out the drive, your heart rate starts increasing the closer you get back to her place.

You follow Jack up and into her apartment.You just begin to settle into the couch, cuddling up to one another. Jack teasing you on your choices on movies and tracing her fingers over your thigh when you cell rings. "Yep, yep. Be there in half an hour, Gibbs." You sign, hanging up and looking over to Jack.

"The bad guys never have good timing." She leans over and drops a kiss to your lips. "Another time for your soppy choices in movies." You shove her shoulder lightly and get up.

"You didn't help. Scared I'll judge your movie choices?" You raise an eyebrow, slipping into your jacket.

"Hmm, maybe." She stands up, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Let me know if you need a hand."

"I'll keep you updated." You lean in for a goodbye kiss but Jack slows it down, drawing it out, almost teasing you with promise. "I gotta go." You brush your lips against her lips.

"Then go." She smiles, but you tug to get out of her embrace and she doesn't budge. You grunt and she just laughs.

"I'd really love to see what Gibbs has to say that Jack Sloane made me late to a crime scene."

"I think he'd say you didn't try hard enough and stop making excuses." She kisses your pout away and lets her hold on you drop.

The case unfortunately wasn't so cut and dry like you hoped, like everyone hoped on their potential weekend off. It didn't wrap up until mid week and then another case came in. It was a long and very emotionally draining week, through weekend. Only getting to see Jack for a few quick lunch breaks here and there and quick phone calls before bed of an evening when you werent at the office until past midnight. It was a full two weeks until your days off fell on the same day again.

Jack didn't take you home last night after dinner, she road straight to her place. You laughed when she shoved you up against the back of her door and moaned when her hands met your skin and explored your body. It didn't last very long, not that either of you complained because you were both on edge from weeks of nothing more than kisses and teases and both being exhausted from the weeks work.

You open your eyes to the sun light shining on you, you smile, you're in bed, Jack's bed. You always thought if it was going to happen anywhere it would be your bed but like they say reality is so much better than your dreams. You freeze when an arm curves around your waist and tugs you back into the warmth that feels so familiar now.

"Morning." She purrs into the crook of your neck, placing lazy open mouthed kisses there.

You dont answer just snuggle back even further into your embrace and whimper as her kisses become more focused and her hand around your front starts to move south, under the sheet covering your lower half but nothing else between her and you, you part your legs, giving her more room.

"You always this eager in the mornings.." It didn't come out as a question, her fingers finding the answer to her non question as your body was already waiting for her. She groans feeling you and slips one finger inside, then another and you moan, turning your head to capture her lips between yours.

"Only for you." You manage against her lips before her thumbs swirls around your clit and groan, falling back into her body even more.

She smiles smugly down at you and you want to bite her bottom lip and that smugness away but her fingers quicken and you're so close. "Jacqueline.." Her name slips from your lips and you see the pleasure it brings her. You manage to reach up with one hand and pull her face down to yours. Her fingers don't falter at the new position, if anything they deepen even more and bring more pressure to where you need it. Her tongue fights yours for dominance and you give in, to everything. She keeps up the pace as you orgasm around her. She fingers sending shock waves through your body, she swallows your screams and you finally go limp.

"Good morning." You breathe after a few moments, trying to catch your breath. You feel Jack laugh beside you, you convulse slightly when she removes her fingers from you. "You always wake your guests like this?"

Jack laughs and brings her lips to yours for a soft, sweet kiss. "Never had a guest in this bed before you." The gravel in her voice sets you on fire all over again and you gather all your remaining strength to flip her onto her back and you on top of her. "Was it something I said?" She flutters her eyes at you innocently and you lean down and suck her bottom lip out from between her teeth.

"You were smug, sexy and now sultry." You murmur and trailing wet kisses from her jaw to her neck and between her uncovered breasts. She whimpers under your touch as you continue south.

"Doesn't sound like me." With her smug answer you rise above her, all your touch leaving her body and she groans. "Fine it was me. I'm guilty." She pleads and looks down at you, your face now right above her apex. Because when smug lips let out those words you didn't leave her body as punishment, no, you just moved south and got the response you wanted, the punishment was just collateral, coincidental? It didn't really matter, it worked.

"You talk too much." You dip your head and taste her for the second time in 24 hours and feel her shiver under your touch, your hand travelling up her body and massaging her breast. Last night it was a rush, clothes quickly ripped off, moans, screams and sounds that were meant to be words. Now you had time, time that Jack didn't want you to take by the sudden grasp of her hand in your hair, not forcing you just holding you there but time is what you wanted. Once you'd given enough attention to both breasts and could feel her almost on edge under your lips and tongue, you pull away, you would pay for this later (at least you hoped) and trailed small kisses on the inside of her thigh and back down the other one. She groaned when you tongue left her centre but moaned when you replaced it with your fingers. She bucked and dug her nails deeper into your scalp.

"I need - you-" the words slipped from her lips like taking a breath and you sucked on the spot right at the apex of her thigh to her centre and she bucked, hard. She was about to say something ungodly but you stopped her by placing your mouth where your thumb had been. You teeth slightly biting down on her clit and she came. "Yesss" She hissed and you watched from between her legs as her orgasm took hold and her face unravelled and showed you everything she'd been holding back. It was the most gorgeous site you'd ever seen. You kissed down the inside of her thigh once more and then, you removed your fingers as you climbed up her body. She didn't move, her limbs, body almost liquefied beneath you.

You can't help yourself, the smiling spanning across your face as you look down at her sated, lazy smile. "Hi."

She just mumbles something and you drop a kiss to her lips, she responds slowly, drawing it out, her tongue gliding cross yours. "I could get use to this." Jack finally whispers as she tucks you into the side of her body, your head nestled into the crook of her neck. You plant a kiss to her neck, feeling her pulse under your lips, She tugs your leg thats draped over her legs and lifts it higher. Her fingers grazing your inner thigh and you buck involuntarily, your skin still sensitive.

"Hey!" You poke her side, then soothing the spot by gliding your fingers back over it in soothing circles.

"You teased me!" She whines, finally getting her voice back.

"I like to take my time." You mumble into her neck, breathing her in, placing soft kisses against her skin there.

She holds you tighter, you melt into her. "I can tell. I just want you." Jack sighs, content.

"I can tell." You smile against her neck and get a pinch to your thigh for the smart answer.

You happily lay there for minutes, it could be hours, wrapped up in each other. No where either of you needed to be than right here.

"Thanks for taking me for a ride, Jack." You murmur against her skin, enjoying the feel of your lips gliding over her as you speak.

Jack laughs and holds you tighter. "Best decision I ever made, baby." She sighs, content to stay in bed all day.

You think over the last few months, all the moments leading up to this one and you smile, you feel it in your heart and you're happy.

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Finished :| Thank you for all the comments, likes and reblogs!! Honestly means the world!! I enjoyed writing this story so much and appreciate all the love!!! I absolutely adore Jack Sloane so it’s always fun to write her.

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early mornings

summery: You decided to check out the cute little coffee shop on your way back home, and find yourself pleasantly surprised when the barista is even cuter than the cafe. pairing: todoroki shouto x reader word count: 931 note: this was an old fic i had buried in my google docs.. It was a different pairing and everything but i decided todoroki fit the whole vibe of it so,,,,,,,,,,,, enjoy

It was a Sunday afternoon. A holy day, as you knew, but didn’t much care. The afternoon sun shone brightly, casting golden glows throughout the quiet street. You breathed in the sweet autumn air, a coat wrapped close to you as you carried yourself down the empty marketplace. It was quite unusual, for the streets to be as barren as they were but you shrugged it off, happy with the gentle wind and the tip tap of your shoes to accompany you. You debated on doing some grocery shopping, knowing you were soon to run out of bread but a quaint coffee shop on the street corner caught your eye. You weren’t sure if you’ve seen it before, the small building looking quite new as you approached. The wind bit your cheeks happily, bringing a grin to your face as you let your feet take you down the road. You stood idly by a window, staring in at the delicious baked goods on display. You hummed, deciding a warm drink and a muffin would be a tasty treat before your journey back home.

You entered Early Mornings, the inviting atmosphere relaxing with the smell of roasted coffee beans amongst the slight buzz of chit chat. You breathed in the intoxicating air, relaxing your shoulders as you slowly walked towards the front counter. You eyed a particular banana nut muffin in one of the display cases before casting your attention to perhaps the most beautiful man you’ve seen to date. White and crimson locks pooled from the top of his head, bangs just barely reaching his bi-colored eyes. Lips pulled into a tiny smile as he greeted you, cheeks slightly pink and mouth greeting you quietly. You were completely baffled by his beauty, your mouth slightly agape as you struggled to find your words to form a coherent greeting.

“Miss?” He quietly called, his brows drawing together in slight concern as you stared. You snapped back to reality, with blush flushing your cheeks, a sheepish smile growing on your lips.

“Oh! I- I’m so sorry! I, uh, um..” Your eyes flickered to his name tag. “Todoroki-kun, I was just…” You averted your eyes, your hand coming up to scratch at the base of your neck nervously. Clearing your throat, your eyes met with his. “I would like a banana nut muffin and a french vanilla latte, please.” You murmured, deciding redirecting the conversation would be better rather than explaining and making a fool of yourself. His eyes shone brightly, head bobbing up and down as he rang your order up in the cash register.

You cleared your throat, wanting to get as much conversation with this beautiful man as you could. Biting your lip, you tried to act as normal as you possible, still taken aback by him. “Um-! I, uh, I haven’t seen this establishment before, did it recently open?” You questioned, your hands fumbling with each other as you tried to keep your nerves down. Todoroki nodded, his hands reaching for your banana nut muffin in the nearby display case.

“It has, we opened up shop about a week ago. My mother has been working to open Early Mornings for a while now.” His voice was soft but his eyes shone with great admiration, you felt your heart sing. “That’ll be $7.58.” He said smoothly, eyes boring into your own. Pink burned your cheeks and you could barely restrain yourself from squealing horrifically. He was breathtaking and all you could do was distract yourself by rummaging through your purse for your wallet. Once you had produced a ten dollar bill, Todoroki had your steaming latte and muffin in hand, ready to hand to you. You smiled widely in thanks, exchanging your money for your afternoon snack.

“Ah- thank you!” Your hands brushed for a moment, causing a stutter in your movements and bringing a deeper flush to your cheeks. You laughed nervously, averting your eyes as you slightly panicked at not being able to do anything with your hands as they were a bit preoccupied. “Well, I give my compliments to your mother, the cafe is simply beautiful.” She didn’t do a bad job on her son, either. He nodded, smiling ever so slightly. You sent him a wide grin in return, not able to resist such a charming act. “If I hadn’t lived here for as long as I have I would have never guessed it’s only recently opened! You seem to hold many customers already!”

“Ah, well, we do our best.” Todoroki said, a slight blush hitting the tops of his cheekbones at your compliments, shy under your praise. You internally cheered, adoring how endearing he was.

“Well, Todoroki, you should consider me a regular now, and I haven’t even tried what you had to offer, but your customer service is enough to have me back.” And your face, you thought idly. And charming personality. And cute little pink cheeks.

He smiled again, a little bigger this time. You were over the moon, stomach fluttering with untamed butterflies as you watched the shy barista. Your heart bu-bumped hard, you felt as though you were in the presence of the human embodiment of the sun, and oh how you longed to bask in it longer.

“I would like that...” He grew shy again, his hand scratching at the back of his neck with eyes downcast.

“Oh! I’m, Y/N, by the way!”

He smiled widely, pink cheeks flushed as he gazed timidly at you. “Y/N.” He said with such finality and sureness your heart skipped a beat.

#can u tell i like coffee shop aus....#most of this was written AGES ago #i still like it tho so #i hope u do too #its short but sweet !#todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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