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#MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE? [Gojo Satoru] part II

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, who you loved more than anything, who was your will to live, broke up with you.

— C.W: ex-boyfriend! Gojo satoru x depressed! female reader , Geto Suguru x female reader , dark themes , no happy ending w gojo , no curses au.

— WORD COUNT: 5.1k+

— A/N: I was supposed to finish this next week but- oh well..I hope you like it.

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It has been several months since your breakup with Gojo, and you find yourself still living with Geto. Despite the change in your relationship status, your bad habits are still there. However, there is a silver lining to this situation - you no longer struggle as much as you have, because you no longer have the burden of paying the bills due time.

At first, you felt guilty about letting Geto pay the financial responsibility alone. You insisted on contributing your fair share. However, Geto, being the persuasive individual he is, somehow managed to convince you otherwise. He made a compelling argument, suggesting that it would be wiser for you to save up the money you earn through your work. By doing so, you would have the means to purchase necessary items for yourself in the future.

But in return geto wanted you to go grocery shopping and cook meals for him. It became a daily routine for you to venture out and purchase the necessary ingredients. Despite the repetitive nature of this task, you never complained. After all, Geto had provided you with a roof over your head and so much more. It was your way of expressing gratitude and repaying him for his generosity.

Living with Geto turned out to be a pleasant experience. He was not only caring but also incredibly kind. Whenever you found yourself in the midst of a mental breakdown, he was there to offer support. His comforting presence was like a soothing balm for your troubled mind. He would hold you close, whispering words of reassurance and understanding into your ear, doing whatever it took to make you feel okay again.

One incident that truly showcased Geto's empathy and understanding was when you were cutting yourself in the bathroom. Instead of scolding you or telling you to stop, he patiently waited behind the closed door until you had calmed down. Only then would he enter, carefully addressing your wounds with a gentle touch. It was evident that he understood the pain of depression and the toll it took on one's well-being.

After all - he had once also experienced depression.

Today, as usual, you found yourself needing to go shopping for fresh ingredients. With a shopping bag in hand, you left the room and made your way to the door that led outside.

Before stepping out, you reached for the jacket hanging near the door. It was Geto's jacket. Although you had your own jacket, Geto insisted that you wear his to protect yourself from the cold. It was that time of year when snowflakes gracefully fell from the sky and the air had a biting chill to it.

At first, Geto had wanted to buy you a new jacket, but you kindly declined, not wanting him to spend any more money on you. Instead, he offered you the option of wearing his jacket.

And so, you found yourself slipping into his jacket, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort as you prepared to face the wintry weather outside.

You stepped outside, and were greeted by a winter wonderland. The world around you was transformed into a picturesque scene straight out of a postcard. The ground was blanketed in a pristine layer of snow, untouched by footprints. The trees stood tall and proud, their branches adorned with delicate icicles that shimmered in the soft sunlight. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and the promise of a magical day ahead.

As you made your way through the snowy landscape, you couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded you. The snowflakes gently fell from the sky, dancing and twirling as they made their descent, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Each flake was unique, with intricate patterns and delicate edges that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

The sound of your footsteps crunching in the snow echoed through the stillness, breaking the silence and adding a touch of life to the serene atmosphere. The cold air nipped at your cheeks.

The sight of children building snowmen and families engaged in friendly snowball fights filled your heart with a bittersweet mix of joy and longing. The laughter and playful shouts echoed through the air, creating an atmosphere of pure happiness. It reminded you of the times you had dreamt of a future with gojo, imagining what it would be like to have children of your own, to experience these simple joys as a family.

But reality hit you hard, like a cold gust of wind cutting through your thoughts. Gojo had moved on, finding happiness with someone else. It was a painful truth that you had to accept, even though it still stung deep within. The image of Gojo laughing and playing in the snow with that girl flashed in your mind, a reminder that he had chosen a different path, a different future.

You took a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts that threatened to dampen your spirits.

„Y/n?“ a voice spoke from behind. Your eyes widened as you saw him standing there, your ex, with his signature white hair, piercing sky blue eyes, and tall frame. It was Gojo, the person who had once held your heart in his hands.

He stood before you, his gaze scanning your form before settling on your face. The intensity of his stare made you feel both nervous and vulnerable. You instinctively took a step back, creating a physical distance between you. Gojo noticed your retreat and froze, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher your reaction. Your slightly closed eyes and the way you avoided his gaze spoke volumes, revealing the pain and longing that still lingered within you.

“Gojo…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you nervously fidgeted with the collar of your jacket. The mention of his name caused Gojo’s eyes to drop, a mixture of guilt and regret washing over his features. He had always been used to being called by his first name, but hearing his last name from your lips felt like a painful reminder of the distance that now existed between you.

“How are you?” he asked, attempting to regain eye contact with you.

“I’m okay… I guess,” you replied, finally meeting his gaze. Gojo took a step forward, closing the physical gap between you. His hand gently rested on both of your shoulders, sending a wave of shivers down your spine. The touch was both familiar and foreign, stirring up a mix of emotions within you. You felt nervous, almost scared, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected encounter.

“Listen, I’m sorry for… you know… that we fired you from work. It was really not my intention,” Gojo apologized. You interrupted him, trying to downplay the significance of his actions.

“It’s fine, I forgive you,” you said, your voice lacking conviction. You tried your best to ignore the warmth of his hands on your shoulders, focusing on maintaining your composure. Gojo’s eyes widened as he observed your dropped gaze, uncertain if you were truly okay with what had transpired.

“What?” he asked again, his fingers tightening around your shoulders. That’s when he noticed your jacket, a sense of familiarity washing over him. His fingers instinctively moved to the back of your neck, pulling down the collar to read the name written there.

Geto Suguru.

His best friend’s name was emblazoned on the collar of the jacket you were wearing. It suddenly dawned on him that this was not your jacket, but Geto’s. The scent of Geto’s cologne lingered faintly, intertwining with your own. Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed as a whirlwind of thoughts flooded his mind. Was this some sort of revenge? Did you pursue Geto to get back at him, to gain his attention? How did Geto even know about your breakup, despite Gojo never mentioning it to him?

He never expected you to move on so quickly. He knew you had your fair share of struggles, and he had always been the one to bring light into your life. He had believed that you would do anything for him. But the realization that you had seemingly moved on so swiftly ignited a pang of jealousy within him. He had a girlfriend now, he shouldn’t feel this way. His girlfriend was better for him than you, but the sight of you wearing Geto’s jacket still managed to stir something deep within him.

The way you shivered under his touch made him quickly withdraw his hands. “I said it’s okay, I forgive you,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

“So, you and Suguru?” he asked, ignoring your response. You raised an eyebrow, ready to answer his question, but before you could speak, your phone began to ring. You quickly retrieved it from your pocket, glancing at the caller ID.

Suguru.

Gojo awkwardly stood there, his gaze shifting between you and the phone in your hand. He couldn’t help but notice that the phone you were holding was different from the one he had once bought you. The mark on the phone indicated that it was a cheaper model, a flip phone, unlike the expensive one he had gifted you. Confusion washed over him as he wondered why you would exchange a high-end phone for a cheaper alternative.

Little did he know that you had sold the phone he had given you out of necessity. You had run out of money and needed to pay the bills for the motel you were staying in. Desperate times had forced you to part with the precious gift, opting for a more affordable option.

After answering the call, you quickly excused yourself, explaining that you needed to go buy groceries. However, before you could make your way out, Gojo reached out and gently grabbed your arm, in which you hissed.

"Wait," he said, "Are you and Suguru dating?" His question hung in the air, his eyes searching yours for any hint of confirmation or denial.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. "No, Gojo," you replied, your voice soft but firm. "I just live with him. We're roommates."

Gojo's grip on your arm loosened slightly, his expression shifting from confusion to relief. The relief was evident in his eyes, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"I see," he said, "I'm glad to hear that." There was a brief pause between the two of you as you tried to progress what he just said.

Why would Gojo be glad to hear that you and Geto weren't dating? As you tried to process his reaction, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, extending it towards you.

"Uh, since you live with Suguru, it must be bothersome for you," he stammered, struggling to find the right words. "Take this apartment key. It's for you, as an apology for getting you fired."

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You didn't want anything from Gojo, especially not as a form of apology. "I'm fine being with Suguru. I don't need this key," you replied, pressing it back into his chest. You turned around, ready to walk away and put this painful encounter behind you.

But before you could take another step, Gojo's voice called out, desperation lacing his words. "Wait, please take it!" His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, causing you to flinch. The pain from the cuts on your arms intensified, and tears welled up in your eyes.

You quickly shrugged off his hand, wanting to escape the physical pain. As you looked up at Gojo, you saw his eyes downcast, filled with remorse. It hurt to see him like this, knowing that you still hadn't fully moved on from him. You wanted him to be happy, to see him smile, but it seemed like that was a distant dream.

"Okay, I'll take it. Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You reached out and took the key from his hand. With a heavy heart, you turned away from him, determined to focus on the task at hand. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy groceries."

"Right, uh... have a good day, Y/n!" Gojo called after you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked away,

—

"Suguru, I'm home," you called out, stepping into his house and slipping off your shoes and jacket. The familiar scent of Suguru's home enveloped you as you made your way to the living room, where Geto was lounging on the sofa, engrossed in a TV show.

"Welcome back," he greeted, turning his head to meet your gaze with a warm smile.

"I have some news," you announced, making your way to the kitchen to unload the groceries. Geto followed you, his curiosity piqued, and settled on a chair at the kitchen island, facing you.

As you began to unpack the grocery bag, placing items into the fridge, you tossed a bag of chips to Geto. He caught it effortlessly, his eyes lighting up with gratitude as he opened the bag and popped a chip into his mouth.

"So, what's the news?" he asked, his voice muffled by the chips.

"Well," you started, carefully choosing your words, "I found an apartment." You decided not to mention that it was Gojo who had bought it for you. The thought of Gojo's gesture still stirred up conflicting emotions within you.

Geto's eyebrows raised,"Where is it?"

You continued to organize the groceries, avoiding eye contact as you replied, "It's not too far from here, and it‘s quite big too, so if you want you can move in with me. You know, it‘s really nice to finally have someone who cares for me other than satoru.." you trailed off.

You mustered the courage to look back at Geto's face, and your heart skipped a beat at the wide-open eyes staring back at you. "You want me to move in with you...?" he asked,

"Yeah... I'm afraid I got attached to you... sorry," you muttered, your hands finding their way onto the counter as you looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

Geto was taken aback by your confession. He had always known about your deep love for Satoru, as you would often seek solace in his room after a nightmare, finding comfort in his presence. In those vulnerable moments, you would whisper Satoru's name as you fell asleep, leaving Geto to silently bear the weight of unrequited love.

From the moment he first laid eyes on you, fate seemed to have decided that he would fall in love with you. But to his surprise, you were already dating his best friend when you first crossed paths. He had initially dismissed you as one of Satoru's chicks, assuming that you would be discarded after a short while. But it turned out that your relationship with Satoru was serious, and his heart couldn't help but ache with jealousy.

He couldn't help but steal glances at the way you looked at Satoru, the admiration in your eyes and the way your lips curved into a smile whenever he was around. It made him envious, but he knew he had no right to feel that way towards his best friend. So he buried his own feelings and pretended to like you only as a friend, even though his heart yearned for more.

As time went on, Geto began to notice a change in Satoru's behavior. The manwhore tendencies he had abandoned when you and he started dating seemed to resurface. It was as if he had grown tired of the commitment and started seeking the attention of other women right in front of Geto's eyes.

The pain of witnessing Satoru's infidelity gnawed at Geto's heart. He wanted to protect you, to tell you about Satoru's behaviour, but he couldn't bear the thought of hurting you with those words. He knew how deeply attached you were to Satoru, how you would forgive him for every transgression, even something as devastating as cheating. You simply couldn't let him go.

Until one day, the inevitable happened. The two of you broke up.

The news hit Geto like a punch to the gut. On one hand, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief that you were no longer tied to Satoru's unfaithfulness. But on the other hand, he knew that your heart would be shattered, and he couldn't bear the thought of seeing you in pain.

You stood there in the kitchen, glare dropped as you mentioned your ex‘s name. Geto's heart ached for you. He wanted to offer comfort, to hold you close and assure you that everything would be okay. But he knew that the wounds were fresh, and he would have to tread carefully, waiting for the right moment to reveal his own feelings.

For now, all he could do was be there for you, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear.

„Sure..I can move in with you if that‘s what you would like.“ he spoke, forcing a smile.

Your eyes immediately lightened up as you heard his words,“really?“ you asked.

Geto nodded, his smile growing wider as he saw the genuine happiness radiating from your face. "Yes, really," he replied,“I want to be there for you, to support you and care for you in ways that Satoru couldn't."

A wave of gratitude washed over you as you realized the depth of Geto's commitment. It was a stark contrast to the fleeting affection you had experienced with Satoru. You had always yearned for someone who would truly see you, who would cherish and prioritize your happiness above all else. And now, standing before you, was Geto, offering you just that.

A mixture of emotions swirled within you - excitement, relief, and a tinge of sadness for the end of your relationship with Satoru. You took a step closer to Geto, your eyes locked with his, as you whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for being here for me."

Geto's smile softened,"You don't have to thank me," he replied gently.

No.

No. No. No..

What is this?

This is not what Gojo expected when he entered his apartment after being away for a week. The first thing he heard were moans coming from his and his girlfriend's bedroom, and immediately he made his way there to investigate. What he saw was something he never could have imagined. His girlfriend, completely naked, was on top of someone else, riding them on their shared bed where they used to make love. It was a scene that shattered his heart and left him feeling betrayed.

She was cheating on him.

Gojo stood frozen by the door, his eyes wide with shock, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, and his once joyful smile replaced by a look of pain.

As he looked at the girl who had been his girlfriend just moments ago, Gojo couldn't help but draw parallels between her and you. The guilt he had felt then was nothing compared to the remorse that now gnawed at his soul.

In that moment, he couldn't fully comprehend the impact of his actions, but now, as he stood in that bedroom, he felt the weight of his betrayal crashing down upon him.

Gojo's gaze shifted from his ex-girlfriend to the guy who had been underneath her. A surge of jealousy and insecurity coursed through him, as he couldn't help but compare himself to this unknown person. Who was he? What did he possess that Gojo lacked? The comparison was inevitable, and it only added fuel to the fire of pain that already consumed him. Doubts gnawed at his mind, questioning his worthiness and wondering if he had failed to measure up, if he had been inadequate in some way.

The room felt suffocating. Gojo's heart pounded in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of the shattered love and trust that lay in ruins.

Gojo stormed into the bedroom, his anger and hurt fueling his every step. The force with which he swung the door open was a reflection of the turmoil raging within him, a physical manifestation of the chaos that had erupted in his life. His eyes, filled with a mix of desperation and fury, locked onto the figure lying beneath his now ex-girlfriend.

"Satoru, wait!" the girl cried out, her voice laced with panic and fear, as she was pushed away from the person beneath her. But Gojo was beyond reason, consumed by a maelstrom of emotions that drowned out any pleas for mercy.

Gojo lunged forward, his hand shooting out to seize a handful of her hair. The pain of his grip was a stark contrast to the tenderness he had once shown her, a cruel reminder of the power he held over her in that moment. Their eyes locked, and in that intense gaze, he saw her pupils constrict, a sign of both fear and resignation. Her lower lip quivered, a silent plea for him to release her from his grasp.

But Gojo was deaf to her pleas, his grip on her hair only tightening as she desperately tried to free herself. The sound of her voice, trembling with vulnerability, fell upon deaf ears as he murmured a single word, "Why..." His voice was filled with a mix of confusion and betrayal, unmoved by the smaller hands that desperately attempted to pry his hold loose.

And then, like a dagger to his heart, she uttered the words that shattered his world. "I'm sorry! I found someone else—I love him... please, let go!" Her voice trembled with a mixture of guilt and desperation, her words echoing in the air like a painful confession.

The weight of those words crashed into Gojo's consciousness like a tidal wave, the impact reverberating through his entire being. Found someone else...? The realization hit him with a force that stole the breath from his lungs. These were the same words he had once spoken to you, the words that had torn your world apart.

As if struck by lightning, Gojo released his grip on her hair, his hand falling limply to his side. He stepped back, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. The girl, now free from his hold, collapsed onto the bed, her body crumpling under the weight of the emotional turmoil that had unfolded before her.

Was this the same anguish you had felt when he had confessed he had found someone else? Did he truly forsake someone as remarkable as you for this girl? The weight of his actions settled heavily upon his shoulders, a burden he could no longer ignore.

As he turned away from the girl and the person she had been with, Gojo's mind became a whirlwind of regrets and what-ifs. Memories of your time together flashed before his eyes, each one a painful reminder of what he had lost. The pain of his own betrayal and the pain he had inflicted upon you mingled within him, creating a storm of guilt and remorse.

Gojo found himself in the living room, his body sinking into the couch as he attempted to make sense of it all. The weight of betrayal pressed upon him, threatening to crush him beneath its burden. It was as if his entire world had crumbled in an instant, leaving him feeling adrift and broken.

His mind was swirling with regrets and unanswered questions, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any way to mend what had been irreparably broken. Could he ever earn back your trust? Could he ever make amends for the pain he had caused? The questions plagued his thoughts, but the answers remained elusive.

With a heavy heart weighing him down, Gojo rose from the comfort of the couch and made his way towards the front door. The weight of his emotions pushed him to leave, to escape the haunting memories that seemed to linger within the walls of the apartment. His mind was consumed by a single thought - he needed to find you, to apologize before it was too late. Perhaps, just maybe, you would find it in your heart to forgive him.

However, little did Gojo know that time was not on his side. As he hurriedly made his way to the apartment he had given you, a place that was meant to be his girlfriend’s sanctuary, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that he had entrusted you with the key instead. The thought of seeing you again, of having the chance to make things right, gave him a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded him.

Arriving at the apartment, Gojo rushed up the stairs, his mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts about what he would say when he finally saw you. His hand instinctively reached into his pocket, grasping onto the spare keys that he had kept for emergencies. With a mix of anticipation and anxiety, he approached the door that was supposed to lead him to you. Taking a deep breath, he inserted the key into the lock, turning it slowly and opening the door.

However, instead of being greeted by an empty room, Gojo found himself standing in the midst of a completely transformed space. The apartment had undergone a complete renovation, a stark contrast to the memories he had held onto. But amidst the unfamiliar surroundings, his eyes were drawn to something that instantly caught his attention - clothes scattered across the floor. A shirt, two pairs of pants, and a bra lay haphazardly, creating a puzzle that Gojo couldn’t help but try to piece together.

Confusion furrowed his brow as he pondered the presence of the bra on the floor. If there was no sound of moaning or clapping, then it meant that you didn’t have anyone over, right? But the pants… they were definitely not yours. They were too wide, too different from your usual style. Gojo’s gaze swept the room, searching for answers, before he made his way through the apartment, his steps guided by an unexplainable instinct.

He stopped in front of a closed door, hesitating for a moment before gently pushing it open, revealing a sight that shattered his heart into a million pieces. His eyes widened in disbelief as they landed on Geto, his best friend, lying in bed with you cradled in his arms. The sight of Geto’s upper body, partially exposed, showcased his muscular chest and abs, while your figure rested against him, your shoulders and neck adorned with small, telltale bruises. Both of you were fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the presence of another person standing by the door.

A mixture of shock, betrayal, and anger coursed through Gojo’s veins as he tried to comprehend what he was witnessing. Why was Geto here? He had always been aware of Geto’s secret crush on you, but he had never expected his best friend to make a move, especially not with you. The pain in Gojo’s heart intensified as he saw you, the person he believed to be his and his alone, in someone else’s arms, covered in another person’s kisses and bruises.

Gojo stood there, his heart heavy with disbelief and heartbreak. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over. Was it too late? Was there no way to fix what he had done?

Suddenly, a voice broke through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality. It was his best friend, looking at him with a mix of concern and frustration. Gojo's eyes met his, and he could see the unspoken question in them.

"You gonna continue staring or what?" his best friend asked, his tone slightly teasing.

Gojo's emotions surged, and he couldn't hold back the words any longer. "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You waited for the moment she was vulnerable so you could swoop in and be her hero. All in the hope of leading her into bed."

His fists clenched, and he wiped away the tears with the back of his sleeve. His best friend remained calm, his gaze steady. "I'm merely doing what you couldn't. I'm here for her, offering support and care in ways you never could, Satoru."

Gojo's anger flared, and he shouted, "What do you mean?!" But his best friend cut him off, his voice firm but gentle.

"Don't shout, she's had a tough night and deserves some rest," he said, covering you with a blanket.

"You act like you're some kind of savior. What gives you the right to step in and play hero in her life?"

His best friend sighed, meeting Gojo's gaze with unwavering resolve. "I'm doing it because she deserves genuine care and someone who will love her just the way she does."

Gojo's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in disbelief. "I love her just the way she does!"

"If you did," his best friend calmly replied, "you wouldn't have cheated on her multiple times and then left her for someone else."

The accusation hung heavily in the air, shattering any pretense of composure between the two friends. Gojo felt the weight of his best friend's words, realizing the depth of the hurt he had caused. The room seemed to echo with the fractured friendship and the complex emotions entangled in this unexpected confrontation.

"I never wanted things to turn out like this," Gojo confessed, his voice filled with regret. "What do you expect me to do now?"

His best friend's gaze hardened, his voice firm. "Face the consequences of your actions, Satoru. But understand this: she doesn't want anything to do with you now. Give up and let her find the happiness she deserves elsewhere."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Gojo struggled to find a response, a knot forming in his stomach. His best friend continued, his voice softer this time.

"She moved on, Satoru," he said, his eyes filled with a mix of empathy and deception. "You broke her trust, and she's found someone who treats her with the respect and love she deserves. Don't complicate her life any further."

Gojo's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists as the realization hit him. The person beneath the blanket, blissfully unaware of the turmoil surrounding them, remained a symbol of the consequences of his actions.

"I messed up, I know that," Gojo admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "But I can't just give up on her."

His best friend's expression hardened. "Giving up isn't about abandoning her; it's about respecting her choices. She doesn't want you in her life anymore. Accept that and move forward."

"You had your chance, Satoru. Now it's time to let her go," his best friend said, his voice filled with finality.

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Hi, I just want to say that I adore your writing. I want to ask if you could write a Billy x reader fic, where reader is part of hellfire and Billy develops a crush on the reader to the point where Max is irritated by how lovesick he is. Max tells him to ask her out as it’s obvious that he likes her but Billy makes up an excuse which causes Max to roll her eyes and tell him to grow up. Billy asks the reader out and it turns out that she likes him too and it turns out that they have a lot in common (for example their shared love of metalica). On the Monday following the date during lunch Jason starts picking the hellfire table and calls them all freaks, Billy gets protective over the reader and punches him telling him to stay the hell away from his girl. This probably isn’t the best idea but if you do choose to write it, I can’t wait to read it

I hope this is what you were hoping for and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting and your kind words<3

Not freaks

When Max first wanted to join Hellfire, Billy laughed his ass off. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. She didn't want to tell him or deal with him making fun of her, but she needed to be picked up. She'd seen Eddie drive, and she didn't want any part of that. He made Billy look like a safe driver.

Billy didn't agree, but he didn't have a choice. He knew Neil would lose his head if something happened to Max. He was smacking his steering wheel as he jammed out to Metallica. His speakers were loud and he was smoking his cigarette.

"Bye Max! See you tomorrow, tell your ride a great song" Billy threw out his cigarette, unlocking his door as he looked toward the passenger side. Max slid in as she waved off to a girl. A girl Billy never noticed before. He slightly leaned towards Max to see her but Max shoved him.

"Space! Jeez," Billy rolled his eyes at her comment and watched as the girl walked to her car. Even from the back of her head, she had Billy's attention, in more ways than one.

~~~

Billy couldn't recognize the girl and it was driving him insane, but he'd never ask Max. He didn't need her knowing his business or ruining his chance. He paid more attention in the hallways and his classes, searching around to see if he could spot her. But he never did.

"Hellfire ends at eight, so don't be late!" Max demanded, throwing on her backpack. Billy rolled his eyes and went to make a smart remark when that same girl walked up.

"Hey, Max! Are you ready for tonight? I sense Eddie is preparing to destroy all of us." Billy felt himself smiling as the girl giggled. His blue eyes checked her out, taking in her jeans and black sweater. Her black boots gave her a few inches as she ruffled Max's hair.

"Not like he can. We have the control." Max scoffed, she refused to ever seem weak around boys.

Billy coughed as loud as he could, knocking his knuckles on the car hood. Max rolled her eyes and turned around.

"Yes?" She hissed

Billy tried to signal what he wanted, nodding his head towards the girl. Max glared as she turned back.

"This is my asshole brother, Billy," Max announced with a bored tone. Crossing her arms as she smirked back at Billy.

"Y/N." She said, smiling politely as she nodded to him. Billy smirked and nodded back.

"You're the guy with the good music taste." She said, remembering the song that blasted way too loud through his speakers.

"And you're the pretty girl that recognized good taste." Billy smacked on his charming smile, loving how she smiled to the ground at the compliment.

"Gag," Max said, grabbing Y/N's hand and dragging her into the building.

~~~

"Tell me about Y/N" Billy demanded as he took the spot next to Max at the kitchen table. She looked up from her textbook with an annoyed sigh.

"Senior, hot, edgy, sadly your type, and even worse you are hers," Max said, shivering in fake disgust.

"But she's a hellfire freak?" Billy asked. "She doesn't seem to be freakish."

Max rolled her eyes, as usual. "Hellfire doesn't make you a freak, asshole. She's creative and is a damn good player. If anyone took the time to understand how DnD works, you'd realize it's not a freak show. Plus she'd kick your ass if you ever called her or any of us that."

"Is she single?" Billy asked, Max swore he almost looked nervous.

"If she had a boyfriend I would have said that, dingus." Max hissed, slamming her book shut. "I'd like to study in peace."

~~~

Billy had a sense of pride hearing Max say that he was Y/N's type. He honestly never cared to chase a girl, but he kept wondering about her.

During lunch he looked toward the freak hellfire table, seeing her smile. Billy couldn't help but stare, she was a magnet. She was single, but was she into any of them? Billy's eyes set on Eddie, a guy who had long hair like Billy did. A guy who wore leather like Billy did. Listened to cool bands like Billy did. If Billy was her type, would Eddie be too? He watched as she giggled and smacked Eddie's arm. His arm was thrown over her shoulder as he snacked on her fries. Billy took a mental note to ask Max about it.

~~~

"Dudeeeeee, you've asked about her every single day for the past week. Just ask the damn girl out." Max huffed, another night of Billy asking questions. She hated that he was a player and she had to deal with endless girls in her house. But somehow lovesick Billy was even worse.

"Her and I have barely had an interaction. She's not going to say yes to a stranger, Max!" He argued.

"You're not a stranger. I introduced you."

"In a horrible way might I add." Billy said as he glared down at her.

"Oh, whatever. I'm sure she's heard all about you around the halls." Max said, flipping through the TV. Her words made Billy a tad nervous. What if she was turned off by him because of his asshole and fuck boy act. Max looked over at him as he got silent. Her eyes looked over him. He almost looked nervous again.

"Look, you got a reputation and she might not be into that. But if you do like her and are serious about dating not just fucking. I think she'd hear you out." Max said softly, she stood up and patted his back as a sort of comfort. He smiled at the gesture and her words.

"What's her number?"

~~~

Max stood in Billy's door frame laughing as he raced around his room to find out what to wear. He tore apart his closet and dresser.

"Dude, it's a date. Grab jeans and a shirt that isn't unbuttoned all the way." Max advised.

Billy grabbed a classic T-shirt and his favorite jeans, pushing Max out of his room as he closed the door. He got dressed and covered himself in cologne. He hated that he was nervous.

~~~

"Billy I suck at this!" She groaned as she tossed the tiny ball. Billy laughed next to her, winning her skeeball challenge.

"Then why did you make it a competition?"

"Because I'm usually good at everything!" She huffed. Billy smiled at her pout and came behind her.

"Here, let me help." He tried not to melt when he smelled her sweet perfume. His hand covered hers as he swung her arm back.

"Follow this motion, then let the ball go." He instructed, he moved her arm back and forward. Her hand released the ball and went up the ramp. The ball finally made it in.

"YES!" She cheered, turning around as she hugged Billy. Her excitement was contagious as he spun her around.

Once she landed back on her feet, she realized how close their faces were. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down. His soft lips pressed against hers.

~~~

Billy was still buzzing from the date. A smile on his face as he walked into school. Even Max could notice how happy he was.

He was reading through a car magazine in the cafeteria. Ignoring the commotion around him. Until he heard her voice.

He snapped his head up to see Jason at their table, running his mouth about the freaks and other names in the book. Billy took a deep breath and stood up. He walked over to the table as Y/N stood up and got in Jason's face.

"What are you gonna do, freak bitch?" Before Y/N could even speak, Billy grabbed Jason's shoulder and turned him around. His right fist connected with Jason's jaw, sending him straight to the floor.

"BILLY!" she gasped, grabbing his arm and moving him away. Teachers rushed to check on Jason.

"Talk about my girl or hellfire again, and I'll make sure you can never get back up." Billy hissed.

The hellfire table sat shocked that Billy Hargrove stood up for them. Y/N smiled at her boyfriend and Eddie gave him an approved nod.

Max smiled as she finally saw Billy in a new light, a happy Billy.

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misguidedasgardian · 7 months

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I want to steal the bride (3)

3. Measuring tape

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aemond accepts the hardest mission of all, infiltrate your own wedding at his own expense

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader, Cregan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, use of “stereotypes”, Men seeing each other's pee pee, NUDITY, I don’t want to say “eating disorder” but I do will say inaccurate methods of dieting, extreme dieting even, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 4k

Notes: I'm sorry I'm sticking to the script so religiously, I will get more creatie, no spoilers but I'm changing the ends a bit!

“Maid of honor”

Aemond nodded, looking at some point on the horizon, while his friend and his brother laughed his asses out

“That's funny stuff, but you're a guy”, laughed Aegon

“Go ahead, just get it out”, he said, finally looking ahead of him as they walk trough one of the main streets of King’s landing

“Oh, my…”, his brother whined rubbing his face

“So... so, what did you say? Did you say "yes"?”, asked Adam

“No”

“No?”, he asked, scandalized

“I didn't know what to say. I told her I'd think about it”, he said dismissively

“You need to think about whether or not that dress is gonna make your ass look big”, laughed Aegon

“Give me a break. Come on”, whined Aemond.

He felt like shit

The first time he realized his feelings, the very first time he thought of a woman who he’d like to spend his life with… you pull that on him, he didn't know how to deal

“Okay. All right, let me think'', said Adam, right now, he was the man Aemond trusted the most, “she really into this guy?”, he asked then

“Oh, you should have seen her, staring at him all moony, like he shits unicorns”, he barked, Aegon hissed

“Ohh, that's not good, bro”, his brother muttered

“I'm thinking you're gonna have to do this”, said Adam after a while, “you're gonna have to be the maid of honor”

“What?”, asked Aemond, “no way!”

“I'm serious!”, he answered, “think about it! This would give you an excuse to be around (y/n) all the time!”, thinking about it, it didn’t sound so bad, “helping her out, being the man behind the curtain... Huh?!”, Adam hit him slightly with his shoulder

“He is right!”, said Aegon

“You'd be her confidant!”, he continued

“And then you could use that time to point out to (Y/N) that this is really crazy and that she doesn't even know this guy at all!”, snapped Aegon, like he just discovered gunpowder

“No, no, no. I'm not gonna do that. No way. No”, said Aemond

“What?”

“No”, he sentenced, “I can’t”

“Look. Aemond, I don't know what your other options are, you have a better chance of stopping this wedding from inside than from another country!”, said Adam

“Besides, I don’t see how else you could get close enough to that bozo to poison him otherwise!”, added Aegon

“Ignoring that last part!”, chided Adam, “Come on, man, if you're serious and you really want (Y/N) back from this guy, you're gonna have to do whatever it takes!”, he said

That renew Aemond with hope

He was right

“Whatever it takes!”, he said, more confidently, they were passing by a store, and when he looked at the showcase, he saw himself… over a mannequin that was holding a dress like it was fitting him

“Whatever it takes!”, said Addam

“Besides, your maid of honor dress is going to be so beautiful”, giggled Aegon, and they both started laughing again

“Thank you”, Aemond said

So when he came back home, he called you with the good news

You had a maid of honor

So that had him the next day, right next to you, waiting in the lobby of an hotel

“I am so happy you're gonna do this”, you said, giving him the brightest of smiles, and the tightest of hugs. He placed his big hand by the side of your neck, just like he sussed to do and gave you a big kiss

It wasn’t strange, he used to fo that all the time

“My love, is my pleasure”, he purred, then he had his arm wrapped around your form, squeezing you by his side, where you belong, he thought, “for this wedding, I am willing to do whatever it takes”, he said, looking down at you, you wrapped your arm around him too and squeezed. He was so familiar to you

“Oh, I'm so excited”, you giggled

“Yeah, me too”, he said, his eye wouldn’t leave your form

“All right. So, let me tell you who the other bridesmaids you're gonna be”, you said excitedly

“Okay”, he was truly amused

“All right, there is Baela…”

“Baela? Great, I like Baela”, he said, content

“And she loves you”, you said back

“Oh, good”

“And my friend Walda from camp…”

“Walda? I don't know Walda”, he said dismissively

“Walda Frey, she's the best”, you said with a wide smile

“Okay…”

“And Cersei….”

“Oh, no”, he whined

“I had to, Aemond, she's my cousin!”, you said with an apologetic smile

“No, she hates me”, he said back,

“Well, you broke her heart…”, you muttered

“She broke my nose”, he said angrily

“That was an accident”, you said dismissively

“She hit me with her fist!”, he answered, chuckling, pointing at his nose, now he was worried, “I was completely honest with her when I said lLook, nothing serious", and she agreed…”

“Well, sometimes our hearts don't match our mouths”, you said lightly

“Oh, that's good. You should put that in the vows”, he hissed, you were still hiding something from him

“And…”, you began

“Yeah?”

“She's wanted to be my maid of honor since we were 5 years old, so now she's really gonna hate you”, you laughed, waving at the group that just go in, “There they are now”, now the Targaryen was truly worried

“Okay, well, as your maid of honor, I promise to keep the peace”

He did this for you

To win you back

The three of them walked towards them like they were in a a movie, your best friends, your cousin, the family you choose, they were all here because they loved you and cared for you, you were so happy, Aemond was terrified

Baela he knew, he liked her, she was smart, cunning and sweet all at once, of course he tried to… charm her… but she disarmed him in minutes, he was so impressed he ended up liking her even more

Walda seemed nice, he didn’t know her, but as you hugged her tightly he knew she was as sweet as you.

You were one of the best people you knew, so your friends had to be cut from the same cloth,, he was not going to find allies in them, they were good, kind, sweet

And then there was Cersei Lannister

“There she is!”, exclaimed Walda excitedly, you haven't seen her in a while

“Hello, good to see you”

“Oh, the bride-to-be!”, said Cersei excitedly, hugging you tightly

“I'm Aemond”, he gritted, offering her hand

“I'm Walda”, she answered, “very nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you”, he said with a warm smile, “Baela, how are you doing? It's so good to see you too”, Baela was the only one who hugged him, and he hugged her back

“You too Aemond”

“Are you kidding me?”, barked Cersei, when she was the only one left to greet him

“Look at you, Cersei. How have you been?”, he said politely, she just drew a disgusted face and kept walking like he wasn’t even there

“That went great”, he whispered to you, you only stroked his arm calmly.

You walked inside the restaurant in the hotel, and took your seats around the table, you were looking all around them, excited. You ordered tea and sweet and salty treats, and they were brought to the table quite swiftly

“So, Aemond, have you met Cregan yet?”, Asked Baela, trying to make conversation

“Yes”, he answered shortly

“Isn't he dreamy?”, she asked back, smiling widely, excited for you

“Oh, absolutely”, he said with a smile so fake it hurted his cheeks

“Could someone please pass me the Splenda?”, Asked Cersei, faking a smile. Aemond went hastily, grabbing the ceramic bowl, “could someone who's not a misogynist pass the Splenda?”, she asked again, with disdain on her look, Aemond just left it there and Baela was the one to pass it to her

Luckily for you, your phone started ringing, you picked it up quickly, to avoid this drama that was being cocked

“Hello?”

“Thank you, Baela”, muttered Cersei

“It's Cregan, you guys”, you said excitedly, and the table resounded all the comically romantic “aws”

“Hi, babe, one sec”, you stood up from the table and walked away to be able to hear him better

“They're so cute”, Walda said with a smile

“Okay, we only have nine days before we leave for Winterfell, so we have to act quickly”, started Baela

“Exactly. I've been a MOH six times so I'll organize everything that needs to be done”, said Cersei quickly, “even though I'm not officially the MOH here”, she said sipping on her tea, a frown on her face

“What is a MOH?”, asked Aemond, looking at all of them

“M-O-H”, bit Cersei

“Oh, maid of honor”, said Baela with a calming smile, “that's you”, she said pointing at Aemond

“Oh, that's clever”, he said, he was trying, he was, but having Cersei throwing daggers at him wasn’t helping

“So, we've got the bridal shower, the bachelorette, dress fittings, the kilt…”, said Baela who had actually brought pen and paper and was writing everything down

“I'll do the kilts”, said Cersei

“Okay”, nodded Baela, writing this down, “Uh, we also have to go shopping for (Y/N)'s trousseau”, she said with a suggesting tone and moving her eyebrows up and down

“That's gonna be fun”, offered Walda, smiling cheekily

“Trousseau? What is a trousseau?”, asked Aemond

“It's lingerie”, said Baela, and Aemond coughed roughly, “for her wedding night”

“Oh”, he whined, uncomfortable, while Walda rubbed his back to offer comfort

“How do you expect to be a good MOH if you don't even know that?”, mocked Cersei

“She's talking to me”, admired Aemond

“No, I didn't”, she said back

“You just did”, he said, already losing his patience

“Oh, I'm sorry, Aemond, did I break a rule?”, she said her unnerving calming demeanor

“Oh, um, how about we focus on the wedding part?”, offered Walda with as sweet smile

“Good idea. Let's do that”, said Aemond

“Okay, I need dress sizes”, muttered Baela, who wanted all hands on deck

“I'm a four”, said Cersei

“Eight”, muttered Walda, the table was quiet all of a second

“You know, Walda, uh, do you think that maybe you'd just be more... comfortable in, like, a 12?”, asked Baela hiding her face in a cup of tea

“No, it'll be fine. I'm doing the dr. Riverbed fast”, she said excitedly

“Oh, yeah”, acknowledged Baela

“What is that?”, asked Aemond, starting to get a bit scared

“Uh, water, peach resin, apple pectin, shark extract and Lawry's seasoning salt”, said Walda, taking out a bottle from her purse

“What about food?”, asked Aemond, horrified

“Look, I am going to look amazing in that dress, I am going to meet a Northerner man and I'm gonna be happy. Write down an 8” , she said decisively

“Got it”, said Baela, concerned

“You don;t have to do that Walda, you look great…”, started Aemond

“What's your dress size, maid of honor?”, mocked Cersei, interrupting him

“I don't know. What's your jock size, Cersei?”, he bit back

“Okay, guys. That's enough. It's enough!”, snapped Baela, everyone got quiet around the table, “Sorry, but will you guys look at (y/n), please?”, you waved awkwardly when all the eyes of the table were in you, that were still speaking to Cregan on the phone, “Okay, she's happy, finally”, she said then, turning back to them, “so, could you please, (y/n), let's all just get along, hook a smile on our faces and pretend like everything is perfect”

“Okay, fine. Okay”, snapped Cersei. The air around the table was tense, very tense, but as soon as you approached, they all broke into aa nervous, and obviously fave, laughter

“Oh, my God. That's great”, you said, visibly relaxed

“What did he say?”, asked Walda, “How's he doing?”

“Oh, he's so sweet”, you said with dreamy eyes and an excited smile on your face

“Isn't that great…”, muttered Aemond

“How's it going?”, you asked, nervously

“Great”, said Aemond simply

“Good. Really good”, admitted Baela

“Fantastic. Fantastic”, said Walda sipping on her beverage

“I mean, it is pretty much done”, said Baela, “all organized”

“Perfect”, muttered Cersei, you looked at all of them, doubting them seriously

“Really?”, you asked, amazed, “you guys don't know how much this means to me”, you said smiling widely

The reunion ended shortly after, and, soon you were getting ready to leave, Baela pulled you aside, to speak to you about something important, while Cersei approached Aemond

“Aemond?”, she called, he rolled his eyes but then turned around with a smile, preparing for another round

“Yes”, he said, seeking patience out of unknown places

“Here”, she said, giving him a colorful card with a woman’s name written on it

“What is this?”

“Uh, she does bridal-shower entertainment”, she said dismissively, like this act of “kindness” pained her, “I hired her for Baela's sister's shower, and (y/n) loved it”, she continued with a shy smile, “she reads tarot cards and stuff”

“Oh, that's great”, said Aemond, visibly relieved, “Thank you, Cersei”

“I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for (Y/N)”

“Okay”, he accepted that, nodding, they were all here for you, weren’t you?, “thank you,

for (Y/N)”, he nodded and she rolled her eyes

“It should've been me”, she mumbled as she walked away

Again, as you were saying his your goodbyes, Aemond wrapped an arm around you, protectively, it felt out of hand but no so strange, he was touchy with you, always has been

“I'll talk to you tomorrow”, promised Baela, “bye, Aemond”

“Goodbye”, he said with a smile

“Bye, Walda”

“See you. Nice meeting you”, she said, smiling widely. Once they left, Aemond turned to you

“I just had a very nice bonding moment with Cersei”, he said with a wide smile

“i’m so glad!”, you answered, surprised, “Can I ask you a favor?”, you asked him with that sweet voice Aemond has no choice but to say…

“Sure”

“My mother and grandmother are coming into town tomorrow and I have so much to plan, I was wondering if you and your boys could entertain Cregan for the day”, you asked excitedly

“Entertain him?”, he asked, frowning, that made you worry, Cregan was to be your husband, and Aemond was your best friend, you wanted them to get along

“Yeah, just kind of get to know him and stuff”, you explained, with hope in your voice

“Sure”, he said simply. You hugged him tightly

“Thank you!”, you finally released him, to Aemond’s dismay, and, looking up at him

“This means so much to me, really, I love him and I wish you both can get along, I mean, I love both of you. It is only natural you get along too, right?”

Love

Aemond’s chest tightened

“Yeah”, he tried to smile, and you seemed convinced

“I need to go, meet him, but, I’ll see you”, you said with a wide smile, “I’m so excited for you! you’ll expand your horizons! in the North!, meet some nice Northerner women”, you teased

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that, i don’t want to ruin anything”, he said

“Thanks”, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, and you walked away

This was going to be harder than the both of you ever imagined

“So, from Winterfell, uh? Tell me, are you more proud of Winter cheesecake or frosty butter fingers?, asked Aegon to Cregan

“None of those things are from the North I think”, he answered weirdly, Aegon just pouted comically

“So, wait, you invited this guy to play ball with us?”, asked Criston to Aemond

“Yeah, he's the competition”, explained Aemond, it sounded better on his head, “I need to get to know his strengths and weaknesses”

“That is smart actually”, said Addam approvingly, “Is that… shirt yours?”, asked Addam, awkwardly

“Yeah, it's my shirt”, muttered Aemond, he didn’t want to admit it, but regan wore it best

“That's your shirt?”, asked Criston

“Yeah. Looks good on him, huh?”, he said sadly

“Looks real good”, laughed Criston

“Why don't you play with him?”, asked Aemond, Criston could see he was concerned so he just nodded, understanding that his friend needed to… measure himself against this guy. “thanks”

“Hey, Cregan, have you ever played basketball before?”, asked Addam lightly

“We would call this netball”, his accent fascinated the friends, “Um, back in Winterfell, it's more of a woman's game”, now they didn’t find him as endearing, “so, no, I don't have much experience”, he said, bouncing the ball on his hands

“I do”, said Larys Strong, “you need one more?”, he asked wiggling his eyebrows

“We're good”, dismissed Criston

“All right”, he adjusted the transparent plastic glasses he used and ran away from them

The boys placed themselves over the court, everyone looking at each other,

“All right, boys, you ready?”, asked Aegon, finding this whole ordeal very entertaining

“Yeah. I am”, so the whistle indicated the start of the game and the five started moving quickly

Now, Addam, Aemond, Aegon and Criston played constantly together, so they moved swiftly, as they started passing the ball between each other with skill, and avoiding the other team swiftly

Cregan immediately was struggling

“Gotta use your hands there”, corrected Addam, as it was too easy for him to steal the ball fro the Northerner, who growled frustrated

Criston and Aemond were not playing nice either, Aemond was revealing his lack of skill with the ball, and enjoyed taunting him as he passed him.

“You alright there?”, asked Criston, already losing his mind

He managed to steal the ball from Aegon, and passed it over to Cregan, who tried to pass by Aemond

“I'm open, I'm open!”, said Addam, Cregan attempted to pass the ball onto him, but it was easily intercepted by Aemond, who scored right after

“There we go”, he grunted happily.

Cregan might be handsome, strong, big, rich, may own a distillery, he may have won your love and admiration, may be your fiancé, but Aemond was winning on basketball, a sport Cregan didn’t even play, and he felt so good because of it.

“You gotta hold on to the ball, man”, growled Criston, frustrated

It was almost too easy

They kept playing, Criston tried and tried to connect with Cregan, and he was struggling, didn’t get the rhythm, he managed to catch the ball and avoid Aegon, tried to pass it on to Criston but Aemond was there ready to intercept him, and scored himself

“There you go”, muttered Criston, seeing some improvement, “that was good”

Cregan and Criston got the ball again, actually Cregan managed to pass it on and Criston scored for their team

“Here you go”, Criston grunted, a bit more pleased

“Okay, back to you! put it in the basket1”, he demanded as they kept playing

Aemond was weirdly quiet, measuring his “enemy”, seeing when to strike and he did it good, he was actually good at this game

The other team came up strong, retaking the ball and playing Criston and Cregan back up again

“The guy's a chump”, grunted Criston to Aemond, who only smiled widely

Criston stole the ball from Addam, and looked up to find Cregan standing close tot he zone

“Yo!”, he called, more decisively

Cregan was just in the zone, and Criston passed the ball, he managed to grab it against his chest firmly, he looked up, but seemed lost as he had an incredible opportunity to score

“Just put it in the basket!”, demanded Criston who was about to start ripping his hair with his own hands

“Go ahead!”, screamed Addam, “put it in the basket!”, Cregan didn’t need to be told again, and in a movement that seemed like he was doing it in slow motion, he jumped, so high they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, and then with both hands, buried the ball in the basket, almost grabbing onto it

The four guys stared with their mouths wide open as Cregan landed easily on the ground, after giving them the greatest dunk they had ever seen en amateur basketball

“Sorry, guys, huh?”, he said, when he didn’t understand why they were so impressed

“Did you see that!?”, asked Aegon, who wanted to faint

“Probably not allowed to stuff it in the net”, he said apologetically. He thought he did something wrong as everyone was looking at him amazed and surprised

“He dunks the ball!”, said Criston, he couldn’t believe his eyes

“Sorry, sorry”, continued Cregan, grabbing the ball again, ready to keep playing

“He dunks the ball!”, said Addam, horrified

“That was awesome!”, said Criston, as Aemond was throwing daggers at him, “you can dunk!”

“He can dunk”, muttered Aemond, defeated

“That is awesome”, said Criston, looking at Cregan

“Wait, if that's allowed, why don't you guys all do it?”, he asked

“Yeah, if we could, we would. Right?”, mocked Aegon

That is all that Cregan needed to beat them alongside Criston, they ended up playing two against three and they dunked the ball so many times they lost track of the score

Cregan was happy to be able to keep up with the boys, and sadly for Aemond, all his friends seemed almost charmed with the Northerner, as he was completely horrified

His enemy was even more formidable than he expected

The worst part is?

Cregan is not even competing with him!

the bastard wasn’t even trying!

“Good game, yeah. Good game”, they greeted each other as they went back to the locker rooms. Cregan went straight to take a shower, while Aegon and Addam approached Aemond, who looked like he had seen a ghost

He's gonna be more competition than he thought.

“I love that guy”, Aegon laughed

“You all right?”, Addam asked, palming Aemond on the back

“Yeah”, he said without any energy left

The approached the open shower, where Cregan was cleaning himself, Aemond was about to get in, getting undressed, he could see that Cregan wasn’t shy, he was there naked in a room with a bunch of guys he had never met before, but when he turned around, Aemond could see why

“Holy…sh-”, he cursed, as he seemed to by looking straight at the sun

He, Criston, Aegon, Addam and even Larys stood there, watching Cregan who was smiling back at them, cleaning himself

“Look at his meat sausage! ITS HUGE!”, mumbled Larys, Criston, who was by his side, covered his mouth, and the spell seemed to wear off as they all looked away

Aemond’s hand instinctively went to his lower belly, thinking, horrid, how you probably had sex with him already, shit, did it hurt? How could he compete with that? CREGAN WAS FUCKING PACKING

“We gotta get some dirt on this guy”, said Criston as soon as he got him alone, “I got a guy I use when a spouse suspects infidelity”, he said quickly, speaking about his jobs as a lawyer, “everybody's got skeletons in their closet, nobody's squeaky clean and my guy's the best”, he said firmly

“I don't know, it just seems so cheap”, whispered Aemond

“Don't worry, it won't be. I'll charge double because you're rich”, he said with a smirk

“I mean, it's a cheap thing to do”, he said seriously

“He plays cheap”, he answered simply, “you gotta match that”

“How does Cregan play cheap?”, he asked then

“That thing with (y/n), being Northerner, making her fall in love with him in Winterfell…”, he said, frowning, “when she was up there, alone… with his… basketball abilities…”

“That monster thing of his…”, chipped in Larys. Aemond seemed to think about it

“Fine. Get the dirt”, he said simply

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 1)

summary: you're a hero costume tech working for one of the biggest fashion companies in quirk society, and the days until the most important fashion event of the year are dwindling fast. if you weren't stressed enough, a certain half-and-half hero keeps appearing with rips in his suit. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader

note: aaaaa ok first chapter of my first series. hope you enjoy!! i'm planning on this to be five chapters, and the second chapter I'm planning to release this friday. i <3 shoto todoroki

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She couldn’t be serious. You shake your head as if to reset your eyeballs and read over the two scribbled cursive sentences over and over until the reality of your situation set in.

Hey, not gonna be in starting today for maternity leave. Don’t disappoint me. Xo, M

You counted the days on your fingers and groaned, dragging a palm down the front of your face. 7:00 A.M was too early to find out you had to run a multi-million dollar business that wouldn’t hesitate to fire you if you disappointed at the most important fashion event of the year. The coffee maker beeped its readiness right on cue, and you debated making two cups instead of just one. You settled for one but left out a cup with your name on it for a possible second, and plopped down at your station. The sun was just starting to shine through the glass walls of the building you called your office, an odd combination of exposed brick walls and floor-to-ceiling windows. Crooked rows of work tables lined up on one side of the expansive area, with several dozen mannequins and rolls of fabric occupying the other side. A long counter separated the work area from the sitting area, where clients waited for their fittings on plush couches and sipped on complimentary sparkling drinks that M paid for instead of giving her workers a raise.

“G’morning!” The other designer for the company swung open the gate allowing access between the work area and the sitting area, deflating when he saw you throw your head down on your desk in frustration and slam it a few times for good measure. “Or not…” A loud gasp of shock indicated to you that he had read the note, and a long string of expletives left his mouth as you lifted your head and nodded. “She has to be joking.”

You clicked your tongue in agreement. “She is not.”

“HB’s in two weeks, and she decides now is a good time to have her baby?”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t even be the head of this place, or having another baby. God knows we don’t need any more of her.” Your coworker scoffs in disbelief, throwing his bag down on his desk and wheeling over a mannequin. “Hey, did you finish working up that fabric design for Cellophane’s suit? He’s supposed to come in on Friday and I think it’d be smart to have a sample of the fabric ready so he can tell us if he doesn’t like it.”

“Yep, I’ll have that over to you ASAP. You don’t need to remind me what happened last year with Dynamight two days before the Ball.”

You cringed at the memory of the Number Two Hero burning your work to ashes right in front of you and telling you to get a color that matched his eyes better. To be fair, the color that his stylist had chosen clashed with his skin tone and you respected Bakugo for recognizing that, but he could have given you back the suit to use as scrap fabric. “It’s the price of working with the best.”

“You mean for the best,” he corrects, giving you a grouchy look before switching on his machine and beginning to hem the miles of fabric for Creati’s dress. You’d asked him if he wanted you to hem the fabric since your quirk would have it done by lunch, but he declined and said that you should focus on designing the remaining heroes’ pieces. The rest of your seamstresses trickled in as the morning progressed, filing into their stations with a polite “good morning” and picking up their scissors. Soon, the office milled with the familiar sounds of cutting fabric, sewing machines, and rolling mannequins, and you spaced out as you sketched your idea for Pinky’s updated costume.

At 11:30, your receptionist sitting at the counter slammed down the phone in alarm, startling the entire room into silence. Her face was nothing short of panic, and you rose quickly from your station to pull her into a corner and figure out why she looked like she had received a bomb threat.

“What’s going on?”

“Shoto is here.”

“Who?”

“Shoto. The pro hero. Is here,” she hisses at you through her teeth, her hands shaking with uncontrollable anxiety.

You blinked at her. “Okay… and?” Pros showing up to the office themselves rather than sending assistants was uncommon but had been done numerous times before. Deku and Creati tended to visit a few times a month, and Pinky liked to stop by on Fridays to treat her favorite staff to ice cream. It was Shoto’s first time appearing in person, as he usually sent an assistant to drop off what was essentially his laundry; you’d always assumed that being a top-ranked hero controlling large sums of inheritance was just too busy to worry about his costume. Still, a customer visiting the office in person, no matter how attractive they were, was the least of your laundry list of problems.

Your receptionist stares at you like you’ve sprouted three heads, and addresses you with an attitude that would have had her fired if M was in office. “What the hell do you mean ‘and’? It’s Shoto… the Number Three Hero. ProMagazine’s #1 ranked hottie.”

“I’m aware,” you state a little impatiently, annoyed by her insistence that this was much more significant than it actually was. “I’m struggling to understand the fuss over just another client–”

A chorus of shocked excitement washed over your staff as the elevator doors dinged and a lean, well-dressed silhouette entered the office. Several of your seamstresses had stood from their chairs and huddled together for moral support, whispering to each other about the stranger who had exited the elevator. Your receptionist’s eyes widen to the size of dollar coins, her hands coming up to your shoulders to push you toward the counter as she disappeared behind rolls of fabric. You rolled your eyes and took a breath, adjusting the measuring tape around your neck and meeting Shoto as he approached the vacant receptionist’s computer. His voice was polite and soft when he spoke, and you swear you hear your workers swooning behind you.

“Hello, I’m here to drop these items off for repair,” he states, gently placing a small stack of folded fabric on the counter in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty his hands were, and how one ran through his two-toned hair, combing it with elegant fingers. His eyes were each an enchanting shade of blue and grey, and you found it hard to break eye contact with him. ProMagazine was definitely correct.

“Great, I’ll, uh, have this ready in just a bit,” you reply, gesturing towards the waiting area and encouraging Shoto to have a seat. Taking a deep breath in and out and shooting your staff a stern look to get back to work, you unfold the tattered costume on a nearby station behind the counter. His suit wasn’t in the worst condition, but the tears on the arms and chest area posed a significant safety hazard, especially if they continued to open. As hot as it would be to have muscle windows in Shoto’s suit, it’d reflect badly on you if you’d refused to repair the costume for the sake of professionally shot ab photos.

After another steadying breath, you visualize a sewing machine dial in your mind, picking up a spool of strong nylon thread and running your thumb over the torn pieces of fabric; like clockwork, it repaired itself with a neat straight stitch wherever you touched. Your quirk is why M hired you in the first place since you could assemble three pieces in the time it took a machine to do one. You couldn’t send sheets of fabric flying like Best Jeanist, but your ability to telekinetically manipulate thread into stitches proved useful for a career in fashion design. With a few more reinforcement stitches to some worn edges and a quick polish of the suit’s buckles, Shoto’s costume was good as new.

“Here you go; you’re all set.” He turns to look at you, surprised and preoccupied with examining the large posters of costumes M’s company had designed. Frames of initial sketches for his first professional costume were flanked by life-size prints of Pinky, Deku, and Red Riot’s attire. A plaque engraved with Creati’s endorsement message for the company hung in the center, surrounded by fabric swatches and Post-It notes scribbled with measurements. It looked like he had just finished reading through Creati’s statement when you informed him that his suit was ready. “I went ahead and cleaned off some of the grime from the suit’s hardware and sprayed it with anti-rust so it shouldn’t be tarnishing any time soon.”

Shoto looks at you with an expression that you can’t read, gazes down at the repaired suit in front of him, and then back up at you. “Oh. That’s it?”

You release a slightly nervous chuckle to try to ease some of the awkwardness that had settled between you two. “Uh, yep. That’s it.” After another painfully quiet beat, your customer service persona finally kicks back into gear. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, it was a pleasure working with you today–”

“How does your quirk work?” His question arrives completely out of left field, and your brain short-circuits at his genuine expression of interest in your abilities.

“Well, um, I can manipulate thread to follow certain stitch patterns, like the stitch selection on a sewing machine. See, like, here.” You point at one of the newly repaired tears in his costume, running a finger over the fresh seam. You’re keenly aware of how his eyes follow your finger and you attempt to keep your voice even. “I mended this panel of fabric torn down the middle with a straight stitch, which is the sturdiest stitch I can create.”

“So you wave your hands and the threads start moving?” The boyish cluelessness on his face makes your heart flutter. A smile breaks its way into your expression.

“I wish, but I actually have to be touching the fabric.”

“I suppose it’s very useful for a fashion designer, then.” His face is carefully put together, but the tiniest hint of sarcasm bleeds its way into his voice. Was he… joking with you?

“Definitely. I’m essentially a human sewing machine but without needles sprouting from my thumbs.” Your thumb pops up on its own accord for added effect, but then you realize what you just said and shove your hand back in an apron pocket. It was meant as a joke, but the macabre nature of your last quip slips your mind and a part of you dies inside when Shoto physically cringes at the grotesque image. Before you have the chance to apologize for such a distressing remark, he politely nods his head in farewell and gives you a soft “thank you” before returning to the elevator.

Releasing a frustrated noise from your throat at the fact that you just scared off Todoroki Shoto, you lay your forehead on the counter between your elbows. The elevator button dings, and to your horror, you realize that he hadn’t left the office yet. Instead, he was looking at you amusedly over his toned shoulder. The corner of his mouth quirks up the tiniest bit as he watches your burning face attempt to regain its composure, and then he’s gone.

“That was a shit show,” your other designer mutters under his breath, handing you another cup of coffee.

Tuesday morning at 11:30 on the dot, Shoto visits again and catches your receptionist off guard, reducing her to a puddle of “How can I help you?” and “Can I get you a sparkling drink?” With your back turned to the doors, you don’t notice him immediately as you concentrate on draping expensive maroon fabric around Creati’s mannequin. Eyebrows drawn in concentration and holding a pin between your teeth, your hands work meticulously to create perfect pleats under the waistline of the bodice. It isn’t until your receptionist nervously calls out your name that you abruptly drop the fabric, Shoto’s mouth twitching as he watches you hurriedly place your box of pins on a nearby station and approach the counter. You lightly tap your receptionist’s shoulder, snapping her out of her daze to find Shoto a drink that you knew was out of stock and leaving you two alone again.

“Shoto, it’s a pleasure to see you.” You try to mask the unease in your voice with a forced smile. “What can I help you with today?”

His face is blank, but his eyes shine like he’s analyzing you. “I ripped the suit again.”

Your face falls in comical disbelief. “Again?”

He shrugs. “I guess I need stronger stitches.” His heterochromatic eyes stare into yours, and you meet his challenge with a slight squint.

“Guess you do.” You take the folded suit from his hands and drop the volume of your voice. “Or maybe you need to stop tearing my work.”

He huffs out a breath that sounds like a choked laugh and you smile innocently at him, hoping this interaction replaced the awkwardness of yesterday. Your hand gestures to the seating area again, but he shakes his head, instead crossing his muscular arms and watching you intently as you work. The damage to his suit could barely be considered a tear, and you don’t even bother using your quirk to repair it. You feel him staring at you as you easily patch up the suit with a backstitch, and you swear you could hear him hum thoughtfully behind you. Minutes after he entered the office, you slide the garment back to him with a satisfied smile.

He does that thing again, looking at you, down at his suit, then back at you. “You didn’t use your quirk.”

It was your turn to shrug. “Didn’t need to.” As entertaining as his presence was, it would have taken longer to repair it with your quirk, and you had three mannequins of patterns demanding your immediate attention. “Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”

Shoto dodges your question, instead scanning the seamstresses at their work areas trying not to stare at him. “You’re awfully good at getting people in and out.” One eyebrow quirks in question. He’s testing you, silently asking whether you were trying to get rid of him quickly.

“With all due respect, a rip on a Pro’s suit is the least of my worries right now.”

“What are the most of your worries?” You direct his attention to the three mannequins behind you, covered in multi-colored pins and beige pattern panels. “Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane’s Ball outfits. Need to have them done by next Friday, and I was just in the middle of pleating the skirt of Momo’s dress. It’s taking a lot longer than expected because I tragically only have two hands.”

Shoto’s mouth opens in an ah of realization, taking in the elaborate construction plan of the layered asymmetrical gown. You couldn’t have predicted his reply to save your life.

“May I help you?”

Your mind halts the production of coherent thoughts. “Oh, no, really. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job.”

“But there is something I can help with.”

“I mean, yes, but–”

“Then please, show me what to do.” You decide that it would be pointless to fight his stubborn determination, so you try not to notice the gasps from your staff as Shoto pushes open the gate into the work area and stands beside Creati’s mannequin. You knelt into the same position as before, sitting back on your heels as you searched for the last pleat you made.

“So I just need you to hold the fabric in place so that it doesn’t unfold, like this,” you direct, scrunching the edge into a carefully measured fold. He watches you diligently, allowing you to reposition his hands so that you could effectively create a seam. His hands were soft beneath your fingers as you brushed veins and lean muscle. You push away the thought of what else he could do with his hands, refocusing on your work and delicately rotating the mannequin as you made your way around its waist. To your surprise, Shoto made soft conversation with you, asking about other Pros’ looks and the design inspiration behind them. Small talk flowed easily as you worked, and he proved to be much more witty than interviews captured.

When you finished, Shoto ran his finger over the pleats you had just made in admiration. A glance at the rest of the mannequins leads to his expression becoming puzzled. “Where is mine?” He offers an open hand to you as you rise from the floor, and you revel in the cool touch of his palm against your tired thumb.

You open your mouth to reply, but no words come out. The truth was, his stylist had ordered a simple black suit for him, barely different than the suit he wore the previous year and all of the years prior. Shoto’s media reputation had him notorious for attending as few public events as possible, and donning safe solid-colored suits when he did appear. His eyebrows rise in anticipation of your answer, still holding your hand, and you finally conjure up an explanation. “Well, technically, your look is already finished. It was one of the first looks we finished because of its simplicity.”

“Simplicity?” He releases your hand, flexing his fingers like he was squeezing a stress ball. Shit, were your hands sweaty?

“Yeah, your stylist tends to request subdued designs for public appearances.”

A low hum is all you receive in acknowledgment, and a look of deep thought washes over his handsome expression.

“Maybe I will aim for a different design this year, then.”

And just the same as Monday, he nods farewell before heading back to the elevator, leaving you frozen by the mannequin. A split second before the doors slide open, he gives you a mischievous look and a single thumbs-up, a reminder of the embarrassing interaction from the day before. You roll your eyes at him and are delighted to see the corner of his mouth turn up again.

The elevator doors shut, and you can’t help hoping he creates another tear in his suit for tomorrow.

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Heat of the island

“How’d he die, (Y/n)?” Katsuki asks for the last time.

The last time for all of them.

There is something in the air. A sharpness to the quality that just doesn’t sit right. It is past tension and disbelief. Whatever it is, it’s off-putting and confusing. Something isn’t right and you may be the only one to notice it.

And that’s terrifying being among heroes.

A/N: i dont own bnha. tried to edit this the best i could. it's not the best but it'll work tw: plane crash, minor character death, allergies. reader x deku, reader x shouto

“Is everyone clear on the proper procedure?” You ask with your most professional voice.

“She’s acting like she doesn’t know us.” You point to the “whisperers” who are huddled together rather than listening to your instruction. “I do know you unfortunately, which is why I’m asking if you understand.”

Kaminari cackles and Kirishima rubs the back of his neck and mutters an apology. Mina jumps up with Ochako and Tsu, singing a tune about a fabulous vacation. Momo smiles sweetly and encourages it. It’s a wonder how they got through school like this, honestly.

Rolling your eyes, you go to the cockpit. Normally, you would take one of your bigger aircrafts when sporting this many people. It's just Ol’ Betty, your beautiful creation, is your flight of choice today. She wanted to fly again since it’s been a hot minute.

When you were a student in U.A., you worked tirelessly on a plane. A plane that would be safe, light, and secure. One built for speed and is amphibious too. No matter how many times Power Loader told you to make anything other than Betty, and how people made fun of her look, you were determined to finish her. Her mixed pieces of old junk metal, mix matched parts and seats, made her unique and familiar.

Finally, she was born in the nick of time. Right when Shigaraki attacked U.A. and the defenses crashed, it was you who gathered people into Betty and her attachments. She took off like lightning to Shitesku. It was your own version of heroism. Perhaps this is why these heroes trust you so much with Betty. Although she was made by your own hands, she is the best of the best. No other plane was up for the job to transport so many people yet there you and Betty were, ready, willing, and able.

You sit down and nod to your co-pilot, Jay. The plane comes to life and drives. Seconds later, she’s in the air she was made for.

“You sure are eating a lot of those.” Jay continues to eat his fifth bag of peanuts. “They’re good.”

“Honey roasted?” You ask.

“How’d you know?” You side eye him. “’Cause they’re mine punk, slow down on them.”

Jay smacks his lips and continues to eat them with one hand. You’ve known Jay since before you got your license. He was in General Studies, wanting to be a pilot. He sought you out for you to train him. Ever since then, he’s been your right hand. Jay was taking notes on how to create a Betty of his own, even though he criticized every little thing you did. To this day you want to smack the shit out of him.

“It’s okay, though. It's fair since I ate your Debbie’s.” He shrieks. “You ate my Little Debbie’s?”

You hum in response with a grin on your face. “I just love Zebra Cakes.”

“You motherfucker. I can’t have nothing nice.” He pouts and rolls his eyes at you. You laugh at him, just enjoying the ride.

The heroes you are carrying, Uravity, Deku, Dynamite, Pinky, Chargebolt, Creati, Red Riot, Froppy, Anima, and Shouto, are all relaxing and enjoying the ride. Shouto, as you suspected, is asleep the moment the flight started. Katsuki relaxes by the window at first until Izuku starts to excitedly talk about their vacation. The girls sing together and Denki dances in his seat, slightly scaring Koda who just wants to land already. Lastly, there is Eijiro who’s just trying to survive.

All these crazy ass people aboard your precious child. Thankfully, it doesn’t require gasoline like regular, old fashioned planes. No, your baby is charged up with energy and her own determination to go and get them away from you and to their vacation.

“Where are we headed anyway?” You show your co-pilot an island just west of Japan. It should be no more than a few hours flight if that long. With your experience of flying this way, it will be a breeze if everything cooperates, which no doubt it will. Betty is a speed loving machine that has never failed.

“They’re going on vacation. It’s our job to get them there and celebrate when they leave,” You poke your friend on the shoulder and whisper, “And preferably leave with a couple of drinks.”

Setting the course, you put on auto-pilot and pat Jay. “I’ll be back I have to use the bathroom.” In just a few minutes you are out of the bathroom and face your passengers.

“Pilot?” You turn to see Izuku shyly say your nickname that was given to you in high school. “Thanks for the ride.” A slight blush paints his cheeks. He looks away not wanting you to see it. The big guy practically takes up the doorway.

When you two met, you were in high school. You in the support department and him in the hero course. While he usually went to Mei for gear, you were visited for more flight-based items. Once Izuku triggered his Float, he was a client of yours too. Especially when he discovered that you were quirkless. Throughout U.A. it was only the two of you who were quirkless. Moreso you than him given One For All. Nevertheless, the coincidence of quirklessness gave a sense of camaraderie between the two of you.

Growing up with him for three years you got to see the many changes in his body. By the third year, he grew over a foot if not more. Now in the mid-twenties, his muscles are proportionate to his height. He still has his green curls but they’re shorter with an undercut now. His green eyes are still very round and big while his freckles are still prominent on his cheeks.

Honestly, it’s insane how much he’s changed physically. Izuku Midoriya is a man now. A deep voiced man that is so shy around you. Deep inside, he’s still a little nerd.

“My pleasure Izuku.” He turns beat red at the sound of his first name. After all this time he’s still blushing from it. You’ve never been one to call others by their last name. Hell, the teachers at U.A. don’t even get that treatment. You’ll never forget Shouta’s face whenever you called him that. His hair stood up and eyes glowed red and not by his quirk.

Though nothing could top Izuku’s reaction. Steam came out of his ears so much that you thought his poor head would pop off. “T-t-tanks-I mean thanks!”

Not giving up the chance to mess with him, you press it. “Well, how could it not be my pleasure to fly the number one hero.” You tease. Izuku wants to cover his face so badly.

Without the need of a mind reading quirk, you can hear the ‘You’re a hero, Izuku! You’ve faced tougher than this! You’re a man now, not a kid.’

When he first became a hero, you caught him telling himself that. Ever since then you’ve just known when he was saying it. You can admit that he’s cute. Hell, maybe not cute as much as handsome. He straightens up and stares at you dead on, ready to say something. “ Deku! You’re acting like Mineta, you little-”

“Don’t be mad because you're still on the ‘Pilot’ level, Katsuki. He’s got first name privileges.” You yell over Izuku’s shoulder. “I do?”

“Yep! It’s okay, Izuku.” You squeeze his callous, large hand. “Go on sit down. This is a safety hazard.”

“It is?!” Mina asks. “ Yes, it is miss . You’d know this if y’all listened!” It isn’t anymore at least. Not since you’ve taken off and have been in the air for a while. It's an innocent lie to get them to calm down.

You take off back to the cockpit, pushing back the red curtains for just a moment. Teenage you didn’t think about a door, okay? So the curtains stay for now.

Deciding not to check if Betty is on track, you instead lean back and enjoy the ride. Betty is on autopilot anyway. Nothing is going to go wrong.

With the singing and laughing in the back, the quiet sound of your own song, you don’t realize that this is the last bit of happiness and that you should have been more observant of your surroundings.

Suddenly, the sky is flushed with a dark blue that morphs into a stormy grey. Clouds are fluffy and reveal some streaks of light in their creases. There hasn’t been any noise yet. Nevertheless, the image itself is telling. There is a deep, eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Thunderstorm? There were no reports today...”

Before the ride, you checked everything to see how the air would be. Nothing showed that this should be happening. It was forecast that it would be a mild day. However, random storms can occur. Nothing is ever set.

Mina’s shouting is the clearest of them all. “What’s wrong with the plane!”

The turbulence is always scary for passengers. You grab the speaker and say beautiful words. “Please shut up. It's just a thunderstorm.”

“Are we going to die?!” You roll your eyes. Turbulence is scary but not concerning. It happens all the time.

“Denki, please shut up. No one is going to die. It's just a storm. We've been through worse.” You hang up the mic and continue on. It is weird that this happened so suddenly. There wasn’t any indication either. It was just a sudden darkness that washed against the sky after what seemed like a wave of blue. It kind of reminded you of an actual ocean wave.

“It’s fine. Nothing you haven’t been through before, (Y/n).”

Minutes pass with ease and only the slightest turbulence. Jay has been suspiciously quiet for a while. “Probably asleep, knowing him.”

Poking him, you call him. “Jay, how’d you expect to get to this level if you’re sleeping?”

He’s turned away from you. All you can see is the back of his head and the collar of his jacket high up on his neck, close to his cheeks. Pushing him now, you see him clearly when his face turns to you. His face has a tinge of blue and it’s swollen.

You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Jay? Jay?! Jay!” You shake him. What the hell is going on?! He was just fine minutes ago! You continue to shake him and call his name. It takes a moment for everything to dawn on you. The coldness of his skin finally wakes you up. It all starts to make sense. The peanuts, the silence, the equipment, the storm, all of it. You look at the screens again. No fucking wonder, it's because you’re off course. Jay was never sleeping. As he was suffering at some point, he must have messed with the controls on accident when you weren’t here.

He isn’t sleeping. Jay is swollen and blue and has crusted tears. Calling and crying his name isn’t waking him up. He’s not breathing.

His seatbelt is off at the worst time. A particularly strong turbulence interrupts your cries for your friend. The bounce of the plane is so strong that it moves his body on top of the dash. Tears stream down your face.

“Jay, I love you. But move your dead body!”

You push him off to control the plane again. Again, a blue color surrounds the sky that doesn’t look natural. It looks like a light almost. “Pilot? What’s going on?”

Izuku rushes to you only to see you crying, trying to get control of the plane and Jay on the ground, motionless.

“I didn’t even know. He had a check up! I-he pushed-he's cold! Check on him, please! ”

This can’t be happening. For some reason, the plane isn’t cooperating. In all of your experience, nothing like this has ever happened. The plane is refusing to steer correctly. Checking your equipment, you can see from your end that everything is fine. As a pilot, you need to take responsibility, yes. You shouldn’t have been negligent. But, at this moment, it feels as if the plane is being pulled down.

Izuku doesn’t know what’s happening here, but what is so painfully obvious is that the plane is about to crash. No matter how much you try to lift it, Betty refuses to raise up.

How could this have happened? How? Jay doesn’t have a peanut allergy! He had a check up recently and ate peanuts all the time before. It had been a while, but honey roasted was his favorite! Maybe it’s not peanuts? It could have been anything, right?

You killed him.

What else could have done him in?

Jay, Jay, Jay! He's so cold too. You are the one who bought the peanuts. You watched him eat them. You are the one who wasn't paying attention.

“Izuku, go sit down!”

“I can’t, (Y/n).” Before questioning why, he leans in and says, “My danger sense is going off.”

There’s a flash of lightning and the rain is pouring so hard it’s pounding. The lights are going crazy as the plane continues to bounce from the strange force and your will to control it.

Deep inside of your gut you feel it too. The plane dodges the strikes of lightning. Usually, you’d be able to navigate a storm and planes wouldn’t have to worry about dodging. However, this storm is drastically different. It’s not natural, you can feel it. Can Izuku?

“Obviously! We’re going down! Just try to sit your ass down.”

Finally, you see a small strip of land, an island. You could try to continue to fly through this or land until it gets better. Another wash of blue comes for the plane right as lightning strikes brightly. Your head begins to hurt, you feel dizzy and confused. A sharp chill runs up your spine and makes your hair stand up. For some reason your eyes can’t seem to focus on anything.

You push the special landing gear. Izuku wraps his large body around you, purely on instinct. Stretching your arm to push one more button and the yoke, you somehow, among all the chaos and heartbreak, are actually managing to land the plane.

The plane dives as you say, and the blessed features come out in time. Along with the average plane safety features, you installed a soft pad that lightens the plane before impact and if need be, floats in water. A parachute deploys and sends a bright flare into the sky. Cushions envelope the passengers to brace for impact. All these features were put in when you were a teen. They were random and some were based on heroes. Power Loader would roll his eyes at it until he saw it work when All For One and Shigaraki tried to take it down. Every passenger on board was completely safe.

After that, no one ever made fun of Betty. Funny how far you and Betty have fallen. Literally.

Strong arms tighten around you, Izuku pushes himself in front of you. With one last effort, you stretch your hand higher. “Iz-uku! One more .”

Screaming, your finger finally presses the button for nearby pilots, authorities, and radios for help. There is a good chance that it won't work. Nevertheless, Betty was going down by this mysterious storm and you can swear that there’s something pulling her down.

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You wake up first. By the time that happens, the sun is shining brightly, and the heat is horrible. Tremendously sweating, it gets worse when Izuku becomes a boa constrictor and squeezes you. Your face smashes into his chest. “Izuku, please...” You gasp.

Moving slightly, your mouth comes to face his neck. Heavily breathing, you bite his neck. He wakes up with a hiss. “W-what?”

“Wake up, please.” A whisper is enough to make him alert. Izuku pops up and looks around. Somehow, he’s completely intact despite using himself as a cushion for you. His green eyes study you. His hands roam over your body to look for any wounds.

“Are you okay? Can you see me?” You nod and prop yourself up. “Slow down, slow down, Pilot.”

Groaning, you tell him you’re alright but you’re not sure about everyone else. “A cushion should’ve deployed. We have to go check though.”

As Izuku holds you up, Jay’s body lay behind him. “Huh?” Izuku looks behind him.

“What?” You try to see what he is staring at, but Izuku shuts that down.

“Sh, sh, don’t look. Don’t look.” Izuku holds your face towards him and leads you away. Your eyes burn and lip wobbles. It’s a surprise when lips touch your head.

You don’t even think about that. Who cares? Jay is gone. Betty crashed. The passengers may be gone for all that’s known. Where are you? The course was set, and the sky was clear. No storm came up on your reports and equipment. Not even a hint of a formation.

Jay, oh Jay. What did you do?

Why are you blaming him, you who bought the peanuts? You who didn’t check on him. Some friend you are. You killed him. You should’ve known what was happening. You swallow hard at the nausea. You whisper so quietly, Izuku doesn’t hear you. “God help me...” Help Jay, help everyone.

Everyone is safe, as far as you can see. The cushions on their chairs safely encased them. The seatbelts are wrapped around their body. You give a sigh of relief that there isn't a gory sight.

Walking to the first aid kit, you get the scanner that checks not only their temperature, but also any wounds they may carry. It is something Recovery Girl gave you when you helped at U.A.’s fortress all those years ago. You press it to Koda’s forehead then bring it down.

“97, sore throat?” That never happens with Koda. As long as you have known him, he has always made sure to care for his throat. Hell, Momo relishes that he comes to her for tea and honey. Then again, the sore throat could have been from him screaming, if he even did.

The news that he was generally okay feels like a heavy weight’s been lifted. That news alone is not able to completely release the guilt and heartache, however. There is still so much that needs to be done, to be figured out, to be buried.

“Katsuki, 98, no injuries.”

His usual, if you remember, is at least 105 or so. It always ranged whenever he used his quirk recently. That tends to happen for all of those who have fire-based quirks. Out of curiosity, you press your finger to his palm. The callous skin is cooler than it usually is. In fact, his hands are completely dry as well. There is not a hint of moisture.

You go through all of them except Shouto, whose eyes have opened. He rubs the back of his head and looks around confused. Each seemed relatively normal and with little to no injuries. The oddities are how their usual care is opposite, like how Koda’s throat is sore and how Katsuki’s palms are cooled down.

At least they’re okay.

This whole thing is surreal. Nothing about what happened makes sense given how sudden it was and yet, everything is okay. Almost as if it never happened. Like the rush of a blue hue wasn’t there or the feel of the pull was imaginary.

“Izuku, face me.” He reads at a normal temperature with only a few bruises and exhaustion. “Did you check yourself?”

“I’m fine. Isn’t it weird that everything is okay? And they’re reading the opposite of what they usually are?”

“It could be faulty. You still need to be checked at least.”

“Even though it’s faulty?” Izuku rolls his eyes and reaches for the device.

Steps are heard then. “Here, I'll do it.” A barely cool right hand presses the device at your head. Shouto used to help with Recovery Girl with you when U.A. was a fortress. He felt that it was his duty because of the destruction Dabi caused. With you being in the support course, you had also taken up a few tips and tricks with Recovery Girl. Following her around and learning led you to be a big help during the wars and the fortress.

You taught Shouto everything he knows. Does he remember it? Probably not, the spacey brat.

“A mild concussion.” Well damn. “Are you sure, Shouto?”

Izuku looks at the device too. “We have to sit her down.” Izuku agrees and helps you sit at one of the passenger seats. “I’m so sorry, Pilot. I should’ve done better,” You pet his hand that rests on your shoulder.

“Watch her while I go check everything out.” He reluctantly leaves but knows you are safe in Shouto’s hands.

You take the device and move Shouto’s hair so you can place it directly on Shouto’s forehead. “I need two.”

“I know, this is just to check something. 98.” You place it on both sides of his forehead, only to get the same results.

This is off. Usually, a fire based user will run warm and an ice user runs cold. In Shouto’s case, if he hasn’t used his quirk and is fine, the device should read ERR. It is normal to have to put two scanners on his head just to read what his temperatures are in case he isn’t alright. You remember the first time having to do a little math on him when he became sick.

Never has he ever been a normal human temperature. “I could just be off, Y/n.”

“Or the device is? It's hot out, so Katsuki's palms should be sweating a ton. And shouldn't we all be a little warmer because of the heat? But none of that is happening.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. It's right about you. You don't look too good.” He grabs it from you and tosses it to another chair. You put your head in your hands.

“Nothing feels real.” He rubs your arms. He’s always been very comforting and awkward. “What happened?”

It takes a few moments to remember everything, which you feel isn’t much. He nods as you tell of the random storm and how Jay is dead. “I feel like there’s more, though.”

“Well, the injury is minor. You'll be better in a day at most."

Aggravated noises come from behind Shouto. “What the fuck just happened?!”

Katsuki walks towards his friend (who he still won’t admit is his friend). “Where the hell is she!”

“I’m here, Katsuki.” Shouto stands when you give yourself away. “What the hell is going on? What the fuck did you do?”

“It was an accident.” Katsuki gets into Shouto’s face. “Yeah? By whose account? I know you can’t believe her.”

You understand he’s scared. It’s expected. But to think you’d endanger them on purpose is hurtful. Shouto defends you every step of the way. “Ask Midoriya then if you don’t believe. He was with her.”

The blond leaves with heavy stomping. “Deku!”

Shouto squats in front of you. “It’s going to be okay, Pilot.”

“I don’t understand this at all.” You truly don’t. And neither does Shouto, you think.

No more than an hour later, everyone is up and outside. The heat is slowly becoming worse, and the air is too dry. The sand is doing nothing to help. The waves carry on in the background, doing little to overpower the loud complaints from everyone.

Mina is screaming that she can’t use her quirk. Eijrou can barely harden, Katsuki gives the saddest explosions that cause him pain, Koda can only get a bird’s attention, this is the same trend for everyone. What is worse is that Izuku can only feel the embers of One For All and gave you a hurt expression when discovered. As if you had taken it from him.

Painful, absolutely painful.

As the sun beats down on everyone, you swear you can see a sheer blue tint around you. It graces ever so slightly on their skin. The same color lays all around you. The ground, the abundant trees, Betty, even the waves as much as you can tell. You want to voice your thoughts, but the situation at hand doesn’t call for it.

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The heroes start to calm down. Momo, as usual, begins to plan for shelter from the heat. Koda and Eijrou immediately run around for anything of use. It isn’t until Mina asks a question does everybody stop.

“Where’s Jay?” Mina asks. As the hour passed, your head began to get better. You inform everyone of a much clearer picture than you had told Shouto. How you found him, how the dash acted off, everything.

Mina gasps. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. His face was swollen and his body was blue when I got there. It must’ve been the peanuts! What else could it have been, y’know? He was completely fine when I left for the bathroom.” You sniffle.

“Allergies can develop at any age. Even later in life so it’s not impossible, Pilot.” Denki reassures. You rub your face with your hands. Katsuki leaves to go into the plane’s controls to check on him. “There’s always hope, you know.” Eijrou says as he rubs your shoulder.

“It doesn’t feel real. None of it does. How could this have happened? He just had a checkup. Everything was on the up and up. How did this happen?"

“It never does feel right. There is never a good answer, either.” You nod and lean into the touch of the large red headed man.

“Huh, what’d she say about Jay?” Katsuki calls. You yell back your answer, completely confused. Suddenly, he appears with Jay. Jay, who doesn’t look at all as you described. Gasping, you run to him. Instead, he...looks normal.

Completely fine. Inside you is a delicate flower of hope blooms. Did you see wrong? Is he just sleeping? Could it have been a horrifying illusion?

“Oh my God. Jay? Jay!” Katsuki holds him out. You lightly tap his face. Abandoning the taps, you go on to slight shakes.

Your friend is still dead as a cold doorknob. The flower that tried to blossom is crushed to dust, as if Tomura himself had reached his hand and touched your chest. “What really happened, L/n.”

L/n. He hasn’t called you that since your first meeting when you were fifteen. As they study Jay, everyone gets increasingly confused.

He repeats his question as a whisper that only you two hear. “I swear-”

Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t believe you.

“I-I swear, okay? Izuku can testify that I'm not lying. Jay was swollen and everything. The swelling must’ve gone down.”

“And the color?” His face is still accusatory. “I don’t know, I don’t know! I can’t think of anything else that would cause it.” Tsu puts her finger on her chin. “Is that possible? If that’s the case, then maybe it fumes that killed him?”

“What fumes,” Shouto comes to look at Jay. “Can cause this?”

You shrug. “I didn’t smell any.”

“But if he was blue, can people become unblue?” Denki squints as he inspects your friend’s body. “How’d he die, (Y/n)?” Katsuki asks for the last time.

The last time for all of them.

And that’s terrifying being among heroes.

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“They’re supposed to be here by now.” Shouta Aizawa leans back in his chair with a beer in his hand. Going to the island for vacation wasn’t his idea or something he was looking forward to, but damn is he glad he went. With the beautiful sandy floor, the fresh breeze and beautiful waves, all of it is gorgeous. The lagoon to his right where his colleagues frolic around to the sky where the birds roam free.

Paradise.

Tenya rubs sunscreen on his arms. “Sensei?” He asks as he puts out the lotion towards the hero. “I’m not your teacher anymore, kid.”

His old class have grown tremendously. Iida, or should he say, Ingenium, is one of the most in demand heroes. His speed is unrivaled even by One For All. Iida has grown to save all of those in his path, making not only his old teacher proud but his brother as well.

Iida’s still a stick in the mud though. And he still does those robot hands for some reason.

“Haha, I know. At least officially you aren’t. But trust, Aizawa-sensei, we’ll always see you that way.”

Rolling his eye, he takes the bottle from the former class president. It is seconds later that Hitoshi, who Shouta can consider his own protégé, comes up to them and informs them that they have lost contact with your plane a little over an hour ago with a parting message that is nearly impossible to understand due to the static.

Shouta jumps up with a poorly concealed worried look. If you can go down, something is terribly wrong. There is no way a renowned pilot like yourself can crash just randomly.

It must be a villain. There is no other explanation.

“Where’s the radio?”

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #todoroki shouto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #had this in my drafts for over a year #q #my writing

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simp-ly-writes · 6 months

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Meet the Doctor pt.7

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: How time flys and relationships change, what will come out from it all and most importantly will your hearts?

Warnings: angst, crying.

A/N: You have to have the lowest of lowest in order to achieve the highest of highs later in life... inspired by the song let you break my heart again by laufey.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

You eventually end up seeing Harvey every day, bringing a coffee into the clinic as you two catch up on last night and learn more about one another's past before coming to the valley. As the weeks went by you helped to water the flowers in the box outside the clinic and water the plants in an all too familiar appointment room. Soon enough, the red coat laid across the chair in your bedroom was greeted with green elements. Yet your evenings were becoming taken over by Golden locks and half-finished books with tea stained pages tipped over by the dancing of feet to the record that played in the background.

Elliot had been doing his best to have more of your limited time; noticing how much of it you would spend with the Doctor. Feeling overly jealous, he put in a lot of effort into maintaining a relationship with you and making the first move. Yet you seem to always go back the next morning to the medical official, coffee in hand even though you prefer tea. He had always made the first step and yet your feet never followed him as you danced, you would laugh at his jokes and look interested in him, yet he could always see you calculating something in the depths of your irises.

Maybe it was the writer and musician in his soul, calling out for inspiration from yours. Yet the more he had tried, the more he felt you being taken away with minimal effort from Harveys side. So he brewed the tea, set the record on, and took your mind off work when you shared your nights together. His hopeless romantic side was thriving yet the embers of your eyes leading astray slowly burned through his hope. But you still said yes to him, he felt himself not knowing what to think in the end.

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This schedule followed on into the near future as you and Elliot fell asleep gradually each night together as he would vocalize his newest songs and story ideas through your brilliant mind as you would rant about your sprinklers and designs for automatic feeders. Ending the night with a shared pot of green tea and dancing to a new song off Elliot’s work-in-process-record.

But as soon as the morning would come along, he would have already left your home, tea set and record in arms as you would set off to the clinic in the morning. Yet as the holidays came and went, you were always each other’s dates; dancing together at the saloon and flower dance, running down the streets during the egg hunt, huddling against one another during the moonlight jellies, laughing your heads off while winning prizes at the fall fair, and getting lost together in the spirit's eve maze for almost two years. Were you just leading him on? Or did you really just not know how to express your feelings of friendship or romance? Elliot thought to himself. How on earth had this farmer taken over every thought and been the soul inspiration behind all of his greatest works…

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The weeks of work in your living space had eventually added up and a completed novel that was set to release in the upcoming winter season. Another year in the valley was coming and going in a blur between growing your farm and its sales, maintaining your somewhat relationship with Elliot and trying your farmers intuition at growing your relationship with the local doctor, the days flew by and your second year was coming to a close.

You felt trapped in this moment in time torn between versions of yourself you could have been and version that you still want to be. Elliot was everything you could want in a person, he was creative, intelligent, and outgoing, he made you come out of your shell in those moments in your home, introduced you more personally to the valley's inhabitants and even played songs dedicated to you. Yet what you did not understand was why you felt so empty in his arms as you danced at night, the thought of thousands of others hearing words just meant for you in private.

So you sit there, drinking your coffee for comfort while picking at your piece of pie baked by Evelyn for the occasion. Elliot is holding the first reading of his completed novel in the museum library today and as he starts to read it to the crowd that has formed. You can’t help but feel your heart swell and then crumble in mere seconds, those late night worries coming all too true.

This novel is dedicated to my love, Y/N and our shared writing nights that have ultimately made this book and me a better man. Elliot read the most personal of thoughts into a sea of people and here you were drowning. In all those personal midnight talks after a long day, sharing the couch as songs still played in the background and into the day. You sat here drinking your coffee and thinking, when will someone love me like I wished to have loved you?

The door chimes and soon you see a green jacket walk out the door, a red one sits on the back of your chair, your heart breaking for a second time. Overwhelmed and confused, tears start to fall down your cheeks as the people loudly clap and whistle around you as the sound of a hardcover snaps close. Elliot jumps off the stage, thanking the crowd in the microphone as walks gracefully over to you, cupping your cheeks and whipping away your tears, he kisses your forehead as the crowd cheers and your spine shrinks into your shoulders.

To be continued.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

#stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #harvey stardew valley #stardew harvey #stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #harvey x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #simp-ly-writes #simp-ly

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moongirlcleo · 8 months

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Momo Yaoyorozu x Fem!Reader

summary: Could I request hcs where they benefit each other, such as Yaoyorozu and Reader who have like lunches with each other in her building since there are no privacy invading paparazzi, (ofc the team gets to eat too, just in a different hall), Yaoyorozu asking Reader to handle like things that she isn't allowed to do and also nsfw elements CW: smut, fluff, etc A/N: This one proved to be a bit more challenging than anticipated due to me only having met Ningguang in the main story and don't know much about Beidou so pls lmk if i did ok! This was also meant to be head canons but my ass apparently turned this into a drabble. Ty for your patience my love!

I can see Yaomomo and yn start off by collaborating on efforts in the media scene and community service agenda. Momo would have invited you to her agency to talk business, and inviting you to lunch.

From there, little by little, the two of you would spend more time together. It just made things easier, you'd say whenever the press would pry.

Days turn to weeks turn to months, and lunch meetings became secret dinner dates, and community parties because a gossip's favorite media event because everyone would wonder whether or not the infamous yn and Creatie would show themselves together.

But the two of you knew better than to slip up. Momo was born into a rich family, one that was always in the public eye. She knew better than most on how to keep people guessing. Ever reserved, ever cunning and always proper.

You, on the other hand, were different. A polar opposite, if you will. Many labled you to be outgoing and loud. Part of you wondered if that’s what she loved most about you. You pushed her out of her comfort zone more often than she’d cared to admit.

That was how the two of you ended up in this… partnership.

It wasn’t without mutual benefit.

Whenever Momo needed some things taken care of that needed more… discretion, she’d ask you. Knowing you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty was another one of those qualities she admired in you.

And, well, whenever you needed funding for your underground missions, Creatie delivered.

It was between the fine lines of business and partnership where you two found something neither had intended.

Pleasure.

It’s how you found yourself tangled up in her arms night after night, lips swollen from the kisses she’d give you and covered in small hickies. You awakened something in Momo, something she never realized she was missing until you.

You never wanted to admit it, either. Maybe it was because it was foreign to you, different. But Momo awakened something in you, too. Something that was far more dangerous than any mission you’d taken on in your journey as an undercover hero.

It was something called love.

#mha fanfiction #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha fanfiction #yaomomo #moongirlcleo

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butterfly-writer · 1 year

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No, no! Stay with me.... Please!!

Midnight x Female!Reader

Summary: Midnight’s…. Dead..

My Hero Academia chapter 278

My Hero Academia Season 6 Episode 126-127.

★☽A/N: I want to make people cry:)) Also sorry if it’s a bit short!

Also there was someone who reblogged this (Ty so much, love ya) and so I kinda wanna show them this!! Tag: @alphabetcrashcourse

Disclaimer: Quirk allows the reader to fly, practically an angel (But an angel who can’t save her loved ones)

Contents: Angst, death.

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Midnight gets beside Gigantomachia with the help of Shinrin Kamu’s quirk to release her mist across the beast’s body but not knowing of the danger that stands and hides in his back. The League of Villains.

‘The villains are on his back!’ She thought, but she didn’t think fast enough.

Mr. Compress threw his 3 marbles, each containing a piece of a broken building’s rumble and threw it at her, before releasing its contents on her. She quickly got hit by those building’s broken pieces harshly, hitting her to the ground with great impact.

Little did she know, her beloved was on her way to assist the ones in the forest and she saw her love fall from the attack. “No!!” Y/N yelled, she tried to grab her but she was too late, Midnight had fallen before she could’ve saved her.

There she lays, Midnight, on the ground, her limbs are broken and can’t move and on the verge of dying, her body shaking. She slowly moved her right arm to turn on the small communicator in her ear.

“Can you hear me, Creati?” She called out to the communicator, and her student, Creati, answered. “Ms. Midnight!” She answered with relief at the sound of one of her mentors. “Are you aware of the situation?” Midnight asked, which Creati confirmed, her friends standing by as they waited for the news. “No one can take him down with brute force.” She informed Yaoyorozu, she was shaking from the pain but she endured it. “Put him back to sleep with sedatives.” She ordered. “Ms, what are you talking about?” Yaoyorozu asked, “I’m counting on you to make the right call!” She encouraged, before ending the communication she had as she passed out. “Ms? Ms. Midnight!!” Yaoyorozu called out but to no response.

By the time she passed out, her beloved had already arrived beside her. “Kayama! Wake up, please! Wake up!!” Y/N called out, luckily, Midnight did wake up from her small pass out. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay, I’ll bring you back, alright?” Y/N assured as she held Kayam’s fragile body to place her head on her lap. She caressed her hair as a way to calm Midnight down, “I’m sorry for not coming here sooner.” Y/N apologised, “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here at my last moments.” Midnight said, Y/N started to tear up, “D-Don’t be silly, this isn’t your last moments, your last moments is us being old together.” Y/N chuckled softly, making Midnight chuckle as well.

“I’m sorry darling but I don’t think I’ll stay long.” Midnight said sadly as she stared into Y/N’s beautiful E/C eyes that were filled with unspilled tears. “Please don’t say that, it’s not true!” Y/N denied her lover’s words as her tears started to fall from her eyes. “Hey hey, you’re gonna be fine without me.” Midnight assured but it only made Y/N cry more.

Midnight then started to feel light, she knew that it was her time to go. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” Midnight said with tears forming, “No, please! Stay awake, I’ll get you to the medical camp!!” Y/N tried her best to stop Midnight from going to it was too late.

“I love you so much, darling, my beloved. I will always love you, I’ll always be watching you from above.” That was Midnight’s last words.

“No, no! Stay with me… Please!!” Y/N said with her tears pouring out and her hands shaking Midnight’s lifeless body, “Please…” Y/N begged softly.

This was the day, Midnight, Nemuri Kayama, died.

Y/N’s beloved, her darling queen.

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wonbinisbabygurl · 5 months

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-Wonbin (Riize)

Genre : new trainee Au , retired Manager Au , secret Relationship Au,A Cliffhanging ending , Love Triangle

Rating :Tv-Ma

Contains : Talks about Mature Themes , Sucide ,Eating disorders , Beauty standards

Chapters: 1/72

Word count : 2.3k

Parings: Wonbin x reader!

Amid the flashes of cameras and pressing bodies, Wonbin ducked his head, the black hood of his jacket drawn up to shield his face. The cacophony of questions fired at him felt like an endless barrage, each word a pointed arrow aimed at his heart.

"Wonbin, is it true that you had a hand in the murder of your former bandmate, Junji?" a reporter blurted out, a voice slicing through the tension.

The accusation hung in the air, heavy and toxic. Wonbin's heart hammered against his chest; his manager's quick glance serving as a silent directive to respond. But the words wouldn't come. They stuck in his throat, choking him, the pressure of all those eyes waiting for him to unravel.

The manager’s gaze was steady, a quiet sympathy that somehow made it all worse. Wonbin felt sick, covering his mouth as he struggled to breathe, the weight of the unspoken truth gnawing at him.

“It wasn't my fault,"

Wonbin finally whispered, a voice laced with a pain so raw it hushed the voracious crowd. "Junji... he was unhappy with the company's policies. He wanted out... I couldn't stop him..." His words, spoken so softly, seemed to echo, too loud in the hushed silence.

As the reporters digested his words, a murmur of empathy spread through the crowd. The atmosphere shifted, the air now thick with unasked questions and shared sorrow. Before anyone could say more, Wonbin turned away, the guards parting to let him through.

He found solace in an empty, rain-soaked alleyway, the cold droplets mingling with the hot tears that traced his cheeks. The rain felt purifying, a small mercy in his world that had turned so merciless. Clutching Junji’s bracelet, a painful reminder, he whispered a vow into the storm, “I swear I’ll never be an idol again.”

That’s when she appeared. A figure, her face partially concealed by the umbrella she held above them both. Wonbin looked up, rainwater dripping from his hair, meeting eyes filled with understanding rather than starstruck awe.

"Are you from One and Only?" she asked, a hesitant excitement in her voice despite the heavy atmosphere.

“Yes, I am,” Wonbin replied, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Recognizing his pain, the girl hesitated before gently presenting him with a placard, his image and the space for his autograph stark on it. He took it, the marker heavy in his hand, and as he signed, he found himself inscribing it with the raw edges of his grief, a silent message to the friend he had lost.

For a moment, it wasn’t a fan’s autograph he was signing; it was a note to Junji, a final goodbye he’d never gotten to say. The girl took the placard back gently, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. She offered a small, empathetic smile, one fan’s tribute to the shared mourning of an idol who had lost far more than fame could ever grant him.

As the girl walked by, Wonbin snuck a glance at her, then whispered to himself, "I hope we meet again someday."

Time flew by, whether it was seasons or days within the year. With Wonbin now excluded from the group and an ex-member of One and Only, his life seemed to be both easier and more complex than ever before. with more freedom that included dating, more free time for friends and families, which was more than the merrier, but it was something he missed about being an idol and that was being in the spotlight and being glorified by his fans. It felt weird to him, there was a deep yearning within him to regain the success he once had. But this time, he wished to achieve it on his own terms. He imagined a life where he had the freedom to make his own choices in everything he did. His main goal was to live as a true artist, using his own special creativity. He didn't want to be confined to creating things just for marketing purposes or to gain public approval. The idea of being a people pleaser didn't appeal to him at all. He dreamt of being recognized and appreciated for his genuine talent and unique artistic vision, not just because he fit into some marketing strategy. This dream of independence and authentic self-expression was what he truly desired.

"Why don't you join Lionsgate Entertainment?" his friend asked, dangling the company's business card in front of him.

Wonbin gave him a blank look as he took small sips of his Iced Americano. "Sunhee-ah..." he said.

Sunhee eagerly asked his friend, "Please?" while cupping his hands in a cute way.

“Dude, give it a rest! It's been four months already. Aren't you tired?”

Sunhee sighed in defeat as he tossed the business card away, which was then brushed aside by Wonbin's hand. Sunhee scoffed and tapped his foot in disappointment.

"You're such an indecisive person," Sunhee said with a roll of his eyes as he took a bite of the crepe cake in front of him.

Wonbin answered the phone and put one finger to his lips to hush Sunhee. He held the phone close to his ear and dialed, but there was no answer. He tried again, but still no answer.

Wonbin placed his phone down and looked out the window. "Why aren't they answering?" he asked himself. The door opened and he heard a bilingual conversation being translated between English and Korean.

Wonbin and Sunhee both looked at the man first, as he seemed vaguely familiar to them, but the girl not so much. Wonbin leaned in a bit closer as he tried to get a better look at the man's face.

Sun-hee noticed someone and said, "Look, isn't that Byeon Woo-Seok, the head of Seoul Arts Entertainment?"

Wonbin turned to see the man whose voice filled the room. The man took a seat with his back and legs casually draped over the back of the chair, facing Wonbin, and confirmed, "Yes, that's me."

Wonbin gave an awkward chuckle and politely bowed his head to Woo-Seok, who bowed back a bit later.

A waitress than came over to their table, barely looking up from her notepad to see Woo-Seok, who was absorbed in smiling at his phone while texting. "Sir, can I take your order for coffee?" she asked, turning her attention from Woo-Seok to Wonbin, who was quietly sipping his coffee. Noticing Wonbin, she gasped in surprise, "Are you Wonbin from One and Only? Could I get your autograph, please?"

Noticing that Wonbin was uneasy, Woo-Seok intervened. He picked up a marker from a nearby counter, took a blank piece of paper from the table, and signed it. "I'll sign this for him as his CEO," he said, handing it back.

Surprised, Wonbin asked, "CEO?" Woo Seok said yes and talked about an audition at 4 pm the next day, then took Wonbin's phone to possibly put in the company's contact details.

Wonbin spent 12 days working hard on a dance for his audition, choosing SHINee's "Don't Call Me" for his performance.

. Wonbin knew the song's main part was hard, but he was sure he could do it like he used to in training. Wonbin played the music over and over, took breaks, and lay on the dance studio floor without much rest.

While taking deep breaths to relax, Wonbin grabbed his water bottle, opened it, and had a few sips. He then carefully put it down beside him. Next, he made sure his phone was securely in his pocket. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the dance instructor and the person who owned the studio standing right in front of him.

"Hey, good-looking," he began, speaking with his mouth full of minty gum. "Just like always, remember that a session for two hours is going to cost you." His chewing was loud and clear as he reminded the young man of the usual arrangement.

He searched his pockets only to find them empty. Looking up at the man, he spoke softly, a bit embarrassed. "I used up all my money for my audition," he explained, hoping the man would accept his situation. His voice was quiet, reflecting his worry about not having any cash on him.

The man let out a dismissive scoff and started poking Wonbin's chest, showing his disdain. "You're just like all those kids who suddenly decide they want to be idols," he said, his tone mocking. "In the end, you won't achieve anything. You might find yourself in a situation where you're selling drugs just to get by, while you watch those wealthy girls and their privileged friends make way more money than you ever will." His words were harsh, painting a grim picture of a future where Wonbin's dreams didn't lead to success.

Suddenly, a hand shoved the man, making him fall to the ground. Wonbin looked up and saw standing by the door. Woo-Seok stepped on the man's hand, and the man couldn't help but yell out in pain. In a show of spite, Woo-Seok bent down and tossed some money. The bills fluttered down, landing right on the man's face. The scene unfolded quickly, with Woo-Seok making a point in a rather bold and dismissive way.

Woo Seok glared at the man on the ground and issued a stern warning. "If you ever dare to touch my employee with your dirty, creepy hands again, I won't hesitate to cut those hands off," he said with intensity. "And I'll go as far as to turn them into soup for my dog." As he said this, Woo Seok pressed his shoe down even harder on the man's hand, driving his point home with physical force. His words were fierce, making it clear he would protect his trainees at all costs.

The man's voice was filled with more pain as he struggled to pull his hand away. In his frustration and agony, he thought to himself, “Who does this asshole think he is? “

Wonbin, feeling unwell and not wanting trouble, pulled Woo Seok away and asked to leave, with Woo Seok following him out.

Woo-Seok glanced at the time on his watch and realized it was getting late. He turned to Wonbin with a small, emerging smile and made a friendly suggestion. "How about we go for a drink? What do you think - do you like soju, or would you prefer wine?" His voice was light, and the smile on his lips showed he was trying to make the situation more relaxed and pleasant. It was a simple gesture,

As they were driving, Wonbin glanced up at Woo Seok, who was behind the wheel of a very fancy car. He couldn't help but notice how costly the car looked, which was a bit too extravagant for his own taste. Breaking the silence,

Wonbin remarked,

"Back there, you kind of looked like a gangster."

Woo Seok was quiet for a moment after Wonbin's comment. The car's engine hummed softly in the background, filling the silence. Then, turning slightly towards Wonbin, he finally spoke. "I learned boxing back when I was in the States," he said, his voice calm and matter-of-fact.

He looked over at Woo Seok with interest. "Oh, really? What state were you in?" he asked

Woo Seok began to open up as they drove. "I was living in Georgia," he started, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I stayed there with a relative who needed my help." He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, then continued. "During that time, I met someone special. We had an amazing connection, and believe it or not, we're still in touch."

He glanced briefly at Wonbin, then back at the road. "But things didn't go smoothly. There was a mix-up, a kind of misunderstanding between us." Woo Seok’s tone turned a bit more somber. "She once saw me at a train station with another woman. It wasn't what it looked like, but it caused a problem. We drifted apart after that."

While telling the story, Woo Seok drove into a winery's driveway and parked. The chauffeur took his keys and opened the car door for Wonbin. As Wonbin stepped onto the street, he looked up towards the lights.

Entering the place felt surreal to Wonbin. When he was part of One and Only, he couldn't really go out or hang out with friends, especially for drinks, because it might lead to rumors or 'shipping' by fans.

He whistled in amazement, impressed by both the outside and inside of the place.

"Is this the sensation of being wealthy?" Wonbin whispered amongst himself

Sitting opposite Woo Seok, he handed over a paper titled "contract" in bold. "Don't sign immediately, but consider it," he suggested. Wonbin looked suspiciously at the contract, glancing between it and Woo Seok. After a moment of thought and a sigh of resignation, he signed the contract.

"I'll sign it, but with certain conditions," he said, folding his arms on the table and taking a sip of the white wine beside him.

Before responding, Wonbin noticed Woo Seok's phone lighting up with a call. Woo Seok stepped away to answer it, leaving Wonbin alone at the table. As Wonbin waited, swaying to the background music from a classical trio, he suddenly experienced a whiplash sensation and began hearing voices in his head repeating the word

"Junji…"

Feeling lightheaded, Wonbin tapped his head and abruptly stood up, slamming his hands on the table and shouting "Stop it!" This outburst caught the attention of everyone around, including Woo Seok, who quickly returned to him. Meanwhile, the classical music continued playing.

After quickly finishing his drink, Wonbin felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Woo Seok, who looked at him with concern and asked, "Does this happen often?"

Without responding to Woo Seok, Wonbin stood up, paid half of his bill, and left the winery. On his way out, he accidentally bumped into a woman. They exchanged glances, recognized each other, and then looked away. As he exited the question arose.

"Who was that woman?"

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aaakikoo · 1 year

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TIME TO LEAVE

paring -> t.shouto x f!reader, t.shouto x momo yaoyorozu

an -> i promised small fics here n there while I work on ‘his safe space’, so here is a little something, check out the m.list. this shot has no happy ending.

summary -> you finally came to a conclusion you should have thought about doing a while ago.

warnings -> cheating, crying, jealousy, cursing, tell me if I missed any!

PT.2 - last part

there he was, you were looking at him from the kitchen counter. so tall, so strong, so handsome, but you don’t know if you can call him yours anymore.

You had married the third ranked pro hero three years ago, the two of you had finally achieved your little dream since U.A, you had promised each other that you’d marry each other when you both became pros.

After graduation, both started working for a hero before your husband, shouto todoroki, had opened his own hero agency that had been very successful lately, and soon after that married you and hired you at his agency as a personal assistant.

You didn’t mind, not one bit, you had finally gotten your dream man, worked at his company with a big salary, the two of you bought a large house, in conclusion it was going well for the first two years.

But since last year his mood had changed, he does not care for your pleasure as he did before in bed, he does not give you that ‘watch what you’re eating’ or the ‘be careful on your way back’ anymore. He does not kiss you good morning, goodnight or goodbye. You barely go on dates and conversations with him has been very awkward lately, you have no idea if it’s because of his job, his hero work, him personally or if it’s just you. you sincerely hope it is not the last one.

“Shouto! I made dinner while you were out.” You called out for him, no answer. “Shouto!!” You tried again, “not hungry right now.” he said as he shut the bedroom door after him. You don’t know what to do anymore. ‘Not hungry, not in mood, don’t want this, don’t want that’ you’re growing sick and tired of his behaviour.

You figured he was tired of the extra work he was doing at the office on a Saturday afternoon, you decided to eat dinner by yourself for the millionth time this month, you sat on the islands chair and picked up your spoon before you received a message from your high school best friend, and enemy, katsuki Bakugou.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, have you seen the news today? ]

YOU

[ the news? no haven’t check it today? Why did something serious happen? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ yeah, if you consider cheating something serious. ]

YOU

[ cheating, Bakugou what the fuck happened? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ go check the news for yourself it’s all over the place ]

You exited the message app and right to the news app to check the latest news, and right then you saw your husbands face as the thumbnail of the top article, quickly enough you clicked on it as you read the title.

PRO-HERO SHOUTO AND CREATI? JUST REGULAR HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS OR AN AFFIRE?

You could feel the way your heart sank, you read the date of the article, today, at 14:07, shouto only arrived at home half an hour ago and it’s 17:10 at the moment, both your husband and your high school ‘friend’ momo, had been dressing up very casually, she was wearing a black tank top that showed her breasts so well with a pair of blue jeans and she had her hair up and jewellery decorating her ears, neck, and fingers, she looked so put up together. While shouto..was wearing the same clothing that he walked in with earlier.

You walked to the enter way and took a smell of his jacket and it had a feminine scent, he had been with her. Which means that he had lied to you earlier about working at the office. But why would he lie, you wouldn’t have minded if it was a friendly meet up or something, right? Right?

Wrong, cause you knew that since high school, momo had a crush on the hot and cold hero, he was so nice to her, he cared for her and wished her the best and she loved him whole heartedly throughout the three years of highschool, and when you and shouto started dating he told you that at some point in his second year of school he had genuine feelings for yaoyorozu. You felt like you had come in between their lives, and you felt like you were someone that was chosen randomly but shouto. It should have been her. Before you could think further, your phone dinged again.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, did you forget that I was waiting for you? ]

YOU

[ sorry, heh, I know what you mean right now. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ how are you feeling? ]

YOU

[ not so good. I knew that both of them had feelings for each other at some point and I figured that they both had moved on clearly I was wrong and I didn’t think it would hurt this much. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ it’s fine idiot, it’s not your fault and that’s for sure, if anything it’s their fault, im not sure if they’re meeting each other behind your back, who knows it might not be the first time. All you need to know is not to give in until you’re 100% sure okay? ]

YOU

[ thanks for those words, didn’t know you had the capability to comfort someone. ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ shut up, friends got each others back, isn’t that right? Remember what I told you? Go and talk to half and half bastard or whatever, call me if shit actually goes down, see ya. ]

YOU

[ thanks Bakugou, I will. Bye bye ]

You shut your phone and walked to you and your husbands shared bedroom, you walked in the door to see him laying on the bed reading a book, you sat yourself on the chair and looked at him. “Shouto, can we talk?” You asked politely, “anything wrong?” He asked, just the same at he used to ask you if anything was wrong after you fail an exam in U.A, thought it is not with the same amount of kindness, “yeah, where have you been today?” You asked nervously, but also dying to hear his answer, “with yaoyorozu, at the nearby restaurant.” He stated calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in this world, “but you told me today morning that you had some paper work at the office, and therefore we had to cancel our date.” You asked him passionately.

“That’s correct, I did lie, I’m sorry for that, but I lied because I thought you were going to take the wrong idea of me meeting her.” He said as he put his book away, clearly growing more annoyed, so you decided to state the following calmly, “don’t go think for yourself what I take the wrong idea or not. If you had told me it was a friendly meet up I wouldn’t have mind.”

“Alright I am sorry y/n.” He said as he looked T you while crossing his arms over his chest, “what were the two of you doing at the restaurant,” you asked as you reflected his body gestures, “we were celebrating her birthday so I invited her out.” He stated, her birthday? He dropped the date, lied to you just to take her to the fanciest restaurant to celebrate her birthday? He went to celebrate Yaoyorozu’s birthday but forgot yours.

you fell in deep silence thinking about this he prioritises her and her birthday more that your own and your date. Isn’t he supposed to be your husband, and on your side? Why is he doing this?

“H-how long have you been meeting her?” You asked, slowly, calmly with a low voice. “Huh?” He said in a sassy way, “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MEETING HER?” You were now telling you stood up from your chair and walked to him, “answer me.”

“What do you mean how long have I been meeting her. We just celebrated her birthday together?” He asked before he slowly got up too. “Huh? What about when you gave her a free ride home? Or when you took her to the fanciest dessert place in town on Valentine’s Day when I spent the entire day to make homemade chocolate for you? Or what about you when you both laugh at each others jokes and kick each others arms, and what about the look on your face when you are with her that I never seen on your face when you are with me huh?” You heart wasn’t quite emptied even after this, and you refused to let the tears fall.

“And what about when I spend the entire day to make your favourite soba only to find out that she had taken you to a fancy ass Japanese traditional restaurant and booked a hotel room for the two of you. And what about you lied about all the extra days at the office to get your dick wet?” The tears were rolling down your cheering right now, “and what about when you forgot my own birthday but you don’t forget hers and cancel our date to see her.” You said before you stepped away from him. “H-how do you know about all of this?” He said in complete shock, “I may have an unloyal husband but I have loyal friends who see you everywhere, Midoriya and ochaco saw you at the hotel, denki saw you at the soba restaurant, Sero and Mina and Kirishima see at the agency and Jirou and tokoyami see in the streets and Bakugou saw you today.” You finished before pulling the expensive diamond right from your finger, “wait y/n, before you do that, let me explain myself. We never did anything together and we have never met like this before—“ “look at the news.” He was quite, “what did you say?” He asked “open your fucking phone and look at the news,” you yelled, shouto pulled out his phone and started scrolling through endless articles about him and creati, “y/n, these are all for clickbates and views, you shouldn’t believe what you see on the news.” He said, trying to ease the situation.

“You know what, telling me the truth, would hurt me less than what the hell you’re doing right now.” You said before whipping your tears completely off your face, “ I know the two of you had a crush at each other at some point. And I’m probably just some filler woman in your life, you should have married her, divorcing me or telling me how you genuinely feel would hurt me a lot less than this to he honest.” You told him, “I actually did have feelings for her and I think I catches them again last year after watching yaoyorozu participating in the hero sports show, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier and I’m sorry for making your life a leaving hell for the part year, I complete understand if you want to divorce me or not to forgive me but I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry.” He stated.

“Did you ever actually have feelings for me, or did you just bury them using me to avoid destroying the two of you friendship during U.A?” You asked and the room was met with dead silence, you smiled sadly before placing your wedding ring in his hand, “you could have just told me about you catching feelings or meeting her, or even better that you never loved me in the first place and it would have saved me so much time. I’m not going to forgive Todoroki.” You said so much before walking out the room, you stepped into the kitchen and pulled out your phone from your pocket with shaky hands and called Bakugou.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is it alright with you if I stay with you for a couple of days, before I find a new house.”

“Y/n, im picking you up, pack your stuff.”

And just like that he hanged up, you walked up again to the bedroom, to see that todorki had left the room to god knows where, you pulled out your suitcase and started stuffing clothing from the closet, 2 bras, 2 pairs of pyjamas, all of your underwear, t shirts and jeans, you put most important skin care products in a bang and plopped it inside the suit case and well as a bag of your most used make up, you brought a towel, hair brush and a thin blanket and a pair of socks, it would be enough for the main while you thought. You got dressed up in a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirts before you carried the suit case and headed to the front door. You wore your sneakers before you heard your husbands—ex-husbands voice from behind.

“Where are you going?” He asked you, almost concerned. “Im staying somewhere else, I’ll come pack my other stuff soon, and I’ll send you the divorce papers soon.” You said coldly, “y/n. Please let’s not do this, let’s talk this over and come to a conclusion together shall we?” He said with a bit of hope, “there is nothing to talk about you said what you had yo say and I did so too. If there was a conclusion we could come to together we should have done that a while ago. I think it’s my time to leave, Todoroki, I should have done that a while ago.” You said as the tears were falling again, you opened the door to see Bakugou’s car waiting for too, whej he saw you he got out of the car and helped you in before he put your suitcase at the back of the car, he threw a mean glance at shouto before he got in and started driving.

“Don’t even think about it, that bastard didn’t deserve you anyways. You can cry all you want to me.”

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insanesanitysparks · 6 months

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Thankfully Together MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.

I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.

I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.

If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^

And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist. Male x Female Ship Ship Name Prompt Idea

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) Izuco - I think this sounds adorable Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.

Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Mashiru or Toro Kind of shy but definitely curious.

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack) Deka or Kyoki They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.

Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Hanna or Mita Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.

Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl) Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume Tenei or Meiya Partners in profession and life.

Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist) Neika or Itsuto She fell in love while keeping him in line.

Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine) Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.

Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy) Katsuna or Setsuki Two powerful people get horny basically.

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti) Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship Size difference and cute cuddles.

Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage) Koko Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.

Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily) Rikiko Baking together, more than just bread. ;P

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki Enei - enabling...? Enji gives Rei control for a night.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki Keimi He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.

Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.

Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay) Naono Two leaders who relax with each other.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob) Shoko or Ryuta Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady) Shiyu or Yuji She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.

Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both Twist on traditional male/female household.

Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) Hizami or Emishi Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya Yako or Ingi He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Sekimuri or Nejiro Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) Miruko or Kaorai Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.

Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava) Danami or Manajiro Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.

All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya Shigariya He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.

Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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More Than It Seams (Chapter 5)

word count: 3k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of needles, probably inaccurate fashion design vocabulary, strangers to lovers, no specified pronouns for reader but they do wear a dress, mentions of food/eating, mention of character death/disappearance, descriptions of wounds and blood

note: final chapter!!!! i hope you liked this lil series, it's my first time writing a longer story like this so hopefully they only get better with time :D

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated :) thank you for all your support <3

The click of heels against wood startles you from sleep, and you fumble around for that pair of fabric shears in a half-awake daze. Your shoulders and lower back ache from sleeping slumped against the couch, legs protesting spending the night on the floor. A gentle voice calls your name from the other side of M’s office door, patient and kind. The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but you can’t remember where you’d heard it before.

Cautiously pulling back the door, you’re met with a loungewear-clad woman, long black hair messily tied back and looking very flushed like she’d gone on a run. You take in her large, worried eyes and the pieces finally click in your exhausted brain.

“And with the establishment of this company, I hereby pledge my full support to the expansion of Quirk-related employment to all women. Congratulations, M; The Creati-Earphone Jack Agency wishes you the best in your future endeavors. -Yaoyorozu Momo”

“Hi,” she says warmly. Her slender fingers find your shoulders and she looks you up and down for injuries. “Are you two doing okay? I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to get here sooner. I received Midoriya’s message only an hour ago.”

“It’s alright, we’re doing okay; I don’t wanna speak for Shoto, but he’s been sleeping deeply for the past few hours.” A glance over your shoulder reveals his face contorted and breath shaky, like he’s having a nightmare. You’d woken up several times during the few hours you’d spent with him to find his hand desperately squeezing yours like you’d vanish if he let go, or frantically choking out your name under his breath. Now, even with Momo in the room with you, your body moves instinctually, quietly sitting beside him and taking his hand in yours, fingers intertwining naturally. His breathing calms instantly. “You’re here to take him somewhere safe, right?” Deku had mentioned something about making a call before he’d taken off to sort out the rest of whatever mission had gone awry. Like Deku, you couldn’t help wishing that you’d met the sponsor of the company under different circumstances.

Momo continues to stand in the middle of the office, watching you care for Shoto in awe. “Yes, though it looks like you’ve already got it all under control.” She gives you a knowing smile, raising her pristinely-shaped eyebrows. You laugh tiredly, shaking your head. As much as you loved being with Shoto, your body was screaming at you in need of a shower, food, water, and better rest.

A worrying thought pops into your mind. He’d said that hospitals weren’t safe, so it was fair to assume that nowhere else that would recognize him was safe, either. “You’re not planning to bring him back to his agency, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” she says adamantly as relief floods your body. “I’ll probably bring him to our apartment, and I’ll call in a few favors to make sure he recieves medical attention without alerting the press.” A moment passes while you work through what she’d said. Sudden embarrassment and confusion spread across your face as you replay what she said. Our apartment, she said. You blinked, unable to process what you were hearing. Had you been trying to win Shoto when he was already in a committed relationship?

She notices your spiraling thoughts, an equal amount of panic washing over her face while she stutters out an explanation. “Oh, no! No, no, not our apartment,” she supplies, gesturing between her and a still unconscious Shoto. Her elegant limbs flail in a rushed attempt to fix what she’d said, reminiscent of a ballerina trying to dance polka. “I mean, um, my apartment with Jiro. You know, Earphone Jack?” You nod, more pieces starting to click into place. Momo’s face has become several shades redder despite the pink of her complexion when you’d opened the door. “It’s…not something that I’d like the general public to know yet. So if you wouldn’t mind–”

“Of course. You don’t need to worry about me. I have more than enough to take care of,” you reassure her, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at the idiot on the couch. She smiles again, warm like the sunrise and radiating gratitude. Soon, she’s slinging Shoto’s arm over her shoulders and dragging him, half asleep, out the backdoor just as light starts to peek over the horizon.

“Get some rest, and thank you,” she says before disappearing into the city. “I hope to see you tonight!”

You crash onto your bed at 6:00, bloody clothes and all, only waking up briefly to deliriously explain to your roommate that it wasn’t your blood. Thankfully, she must have realized that you needed sleep more than you needed a wellness check, and you blink your eyes open naturally around 2:00 in the afternoon. Your body feels the grossest its ever been as you inspect the blood covering your clothes and sweat making your skin sticky to the touch. You take a few painkillers and stumble into the shower, relishing the warmth of the water cleaning the grime from your body.

“Oh, thank God, you’re awake,” your roommate gasps as you walk into the living room in pajamas, nonchalantly brushing your teeth for the first time in 24 hours. Her eyes run over your body anxiously, and you make a mental note to get her flowers as an apology for worrying her. “You okay?” You give her a dull thumbs up, and she laughs. “Thumbs up if you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened last night. After you quit your job.” You grin, sticking a thumb up again before returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste.

The ball officially starts at 7:00, but experience taught you that many tend to arrive early to take photos without waiting in line; being at the ball by 6:00 was the wisest choice if you wanted to catch glimpses of the heroes wearing the pieces you designed before they disappeared into the crowd. By 5:30, your makeup is nearly done and you’re ready to slip into your dress when you hear your roommate call for you from the living room window.

“Hey, there’s a police car outside.” You set the curling iron down on the bathroom counter, rushing out to see what your roommate was talking about.

“What?”

“There’s an unmarked car outside.” Sure enough, an unmarked black SUV was parked on the curb outside of your apartment window, concerningly parked on the side not facing the street that only residents were supposed to be able to access.

“Maybe it’s not here for us.”

“Then why’d it pull up to the window where it knows we can see it?”

“Coincidence? I think you’re being a little too paranoid. If I was followed, someone would have kicked down our door a few hours ago.” She looks at you skeptically and you turn back to the bathroom.

“Oh, shit!” Her hand yanks your forearm back to the window, and your jaw hangs open in shock.

“Oh, shit,” you echo as Shoto steps out of the car with a garment bag over his shoulder. He spots you both gawking at the window, giving a casual half-smile and a wave of his free hand.

You don’t even ask how he found your apartment number in the first place as you throw open the front door. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

His soft smile turns into a face of bewilderment. “You’re not happy to see me?”

Your mind runs at two thousand miles per hour, imagining your job on the line because you kept the number three hero from arriving at the ball on time. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

His voice falls flat. “You’re unhappy to see me.” The disappointment on his face sends you reeling backward to try to fix it.

“No, no, God, no.” You grab his hand in both of yours, tugging him into your apartment while your roommate runs for cover. “I’m happy you’re here, I promise, but you’re supposed to be there early for photos.” You do a mindless spin in your living room, unsure of what to do about the man standing in your entryway. You catch a glimpse of your unfinished curls in the mirror and settle for returning to the bathroom, ignoring the amused smile from Shoto as he watches you hurry about.

His voice follows you into the bathroom, and he leans against the doorframe nonchalantly. “I can’t be there without my plus one, and I need some help getting dressed.” Your eyes find him in the mirror reflection, questioning why he needs your help. He sighs like a spoiled prince who didn’t want to go to court. “I’m not in the mood to explain to my team why I have a dozen fresh wounds.”

Your mouth forms a single oh in understanding, wrapping another strand of hair around the barrel of the iron. “It’s usually stylists that get heroes ready, you know. My job is just to make the clothes, not put them on you.”

“I know. I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” he apologizes but makes no move to leave. If anything, his mouth quirks like he’s trying to fight back a laugh.

“You’re enjoying this, you asshole,” you smile, ducking under the sink and rummaging around for the hairspray. Shoto’s pretty hand finds the edge of the counter wordlessly, protecting you from knocking your head.

“Enjoying what? Being in your company after missing it for a day? I wasn’t aware that was a crime.” His two-toned eyes shine, and you give him a single spritz of hairspray, sending him laugh-coughing as you move back into your room.

Shoto stands respectfully at the doorway of your room, waiting to be invited inside with an expectant look. “Go change in the bathroom first, then I’ll help you with the finishing touches.” His mouth opens in protest, but you beat him to an answer. “I’m aware that I’ve already seen you with no shirt, Sho. It’s different when you’re not bleeding out at 1:00 in the morning.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, he closes the bathroom door. While you wait, you finish touching up your hair and slip into your dress.

You almost cry when he leaves the bathroom, frozen in front of him. He looked incredible, the way the button-up accented his lean body and the trenchcoat swept elegantly in the back. He’d combed half of his hair back, leaving a few red strands falling on his forehead. When he turned to let you see the other side of the coat, your heart stopped as you took in the dueling cranes stretching across his back. The detail you added made it look like the design was printed, but the texture revealed that all of it was thread.

“Wow.” At first, you’d thought the word came from your mouth, but you looked to see Shoto’s jaw slack as he took in you in your dress. “You look…wow.”

You chuckle, suddenly a little bit embarrassed at how much skin you were revealing around your neck and shoulders. “You look pretty ‘wow’ too.” There it is, that stupid smirk that sends butterflies into a frenzy in your stomach. “C’mere, though. I think one of the buttons loosened while you were getting dressed.”

He lets you drag him in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room, and you grab a spool of white thread from your drawer. Standing in front of him, you smell his cologne again and his breath, minty and fresh. His eyes rake over your face and your body as you fight to keep your hands from shaking. It felt harder than ever to focus as you looped the thread through the buttonholes and tied it in the back, dropping the thread to maneuver the button into its hole.

His hands stop you, holding them there against his chest as you meet his eyes. “I have a confession.” His voice is a murmur meant for only you to hear. Your eyebrows raise in question to make up for the words caught in your throat. “I broke the button on purpose…and all the buttons.”

Your eyes trail down his chest, confusion setting in as you see fully intact buttons. Maybe he hit his head when Deku brought him to you.

“Not…not those.” His gaze turns down and he smiles fondly as he brushes the pad of his thumb over yours. A lightbulb goes off in the back of your mind, and you look at him, stunned.

"No."

"Yes."

“All those visits to the office?”

“On purpose.”

Your heart slams against your ribcage and your mouth struggles to create coherent words. “But why?

“Because I wanted to see you.” He looks down at you like you are all the lights in the sky. "All I've wanted is just to see you."

"And here I am."

"And there you are."

“So you still were interested even after I made that dumb thumb joke the first day?” You huff out a laugh to relieve some of the tension in your chest, and he grins at you.

“Especially after that.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. He was so close, close enough that you could…

“Can I–”

“Please.”

You’re barely able to nod before he pulls you in, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you sweetly, hands finding your hips and your arms settling around his neck. You fiddle with the hair at the base of his neck and he hums into your mouth, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulls away. He leaves a feather-light kiss on your forehead and your eyes flutter close, leaning into the gentleness of his touch.

You sigh, head tilting to check the clock on your nightstand. He groans when you look at him, silently telling him you both have to go and you can’t help beaming. “I know. As much as I also want more–”

“I have to show off your craftsmanship first,” he finishes.

His hand finds a home on your thigh during the entire ride to the ball, absentmindedly tracing circles with his fingers on the silk of your dress. You realize that kissing him was unlocking a part of Shoto he’d previously shut off purposefully, giving you a chance to back out if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings. But now, since you’d made your feelings clear minutes before, you found that there wasn’t a time when part of him wasn’t touching you. His hand was on your thigh in the car; his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you stepped out; his fingers firmly intertwined with yours as he guided you through swarms of cameras. Before you have to go separate ways so he could pose for pictures, he squeezes your hand and shoots you a thumbs-up. You give him a thumbs up back and steer around the backdrop of the red carpet.

“Oh, you’re here.” A high-pitched, shrewd voice you’d only heard for the past weeks in your nightmares cuts through the sounds of camera shutters and interview chatter. You pivot on your heel, face to face with M. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here considering the shitshow of an office you’ve been running in my absence.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What are you talking about?”

“My phone has been blowing up lately with agencies calling my number. My personal number! Of course, I haven’t answered any of them because I’m on leave. But that just goes to show how well you’re running the business,” she says, giving you a conniving smile. “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed. All these years and you still haven’t learned anything about running a company.” You’re speechless, and your gaze falls on her pregnant belly. “Oh, her? Yeah, she’s not supposed to come for another four months, so I’ll have to leave again, but not with you in charge.”

Frustration wells up in your eyes and throat, threatening to spill over and confirm to M that you’re too weak to run a business. She had zero idea what you’d been doing these past two weeks, cleaning up her mess and carrying her slack on your shoulders all without her industry contacts that did most of the hard work for her. If you weren’t in public, the back of your hand would already be finding the side of her foundation-caked face.

“Love?” A gentle, familiar hand finds the small of your back as Shoto’s voice registers in your ears. All of his focus is on you and only you, not even a breath directed in M’s direction. Your boss is rooted to the floor in astonishment, and you watch in real-time as she puts on her entrepreneurial mask, sticking out her hand and introducing herself with fake diplomacy.

“My friends would like to meet the designer of their pieces,” he says evenly to you, seemingly unaware of M’s presence.

“I–”

“That would be me! So nice to meet you Todoroki. My name is M.” She shoves her arm out further, and you recoil backward. Shoto’s eyes flick over to her for a second, then return to you as you give him the faintest shake of your head.

He makes a great deal out of looking at M’s still-extended hand and her strained smile. “Why should I care to know you?” Brilliantly acted confusion paints his handsome features and you bite down the urge to laugh. You cut M off before she can reply.

“She’s my former boss, Shoto.” She whirls on you, red spreading across her face.

“Former?”

“Mhmm. I’m quitting.” Shoto mirrors your smirk and mouths a satisfied let’s leave, snaking his arm around your waist.

“You can’t quit,” M hisses to your back. “You need me. You won't make it in this industry without someone like me.”

“No, M. You need me, and I’m done with you.” You leave her trembling with rage, and Shoto pulls you closer to his body as he notices your fingers shaking from adrenaline. Looking up at him, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “What the fuck did I just do?”

“You freed yourself.”

“But the clients–”

“Are all right here,” he says, gesturing to the lineup of beautifully-dressed heroes standing around a cocktail table that cheers and smiles when they notice you approach.

Momo snatches Jiro’s hand, pulling her to meet you in her extravagant gown and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You’re hit with a wall of expensive perfume and Jiro looks kindly at you, nodding in understanding as your nose scrunches from the strong scent. Deku looks relieved to see you both, bouncing on his heels excitedly as he takes in Shoto’s more-than-friend proximity to you. Bakugo gives you a curt nod, and you swear you hear a small apology for last year under his breath. Sero, Mina, and Kirishima introduce themselves as well, singing your praises for the amazingly crafted pieces they wear. In the midst of all of this, Shoto settles at your side, poking his thumb up as you ease into this new life, this new life with him.

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