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dreamygirl19 · 10 days ago

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James Potter x Reader One-Shot !!

The reader is james’s childhood best friend, but she’s been studying at beauxbatons for most of her school years. In her final two years, her parents decide to transfer her to hogwarts because they miss her so much—and she wants to surprise james with her return.

When she arrives at hogwarts, james is completely shell shocked to see her. What nobody expects is that after her return, james suddenly loses all interest in lily—leaving her (and the rest of hogwarts) absolutely confused. I’d love for lily’s pov to be included as she slowly realizes james’s attention has shifted....and she starts trying to win him back by initiating flirty moments or interactions. But james only has heart eyes for the reader now, and it’s obvious to everyone. Maybe he’s super soft and lovey-dovey toward her, without hiding it at all 😭💫AKKKK

Would be great if you could include sweet reunion moments, a bit of jealousy from lily (but not too villainized or not lol 🫣), and just fluff, slow-burn vibes with a pinch of drama.

Thank you so much!! Love your works xx 💌

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I hope this will fulfill what you expected and that you'll like it !!

A Love Rewritten

✮ Summary : Request above ↑

✮ Pairing : James Potter x childhood best friend!reader (feat : Lily Evans)

✮ Contains : Fluff, little bit of angst, jealousy

✮ Word Count : 3433 words

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chaos of the start-of-term feast, but for James Potter, it was all background noise. His eyes, as they had been for years, were fixed on the Gryffindor table, specifically on a certain redhead. Lily Evans, laughing at something Remus said, looked as enchanting as ever. He was just about to launch into another elaborate scheme to get her attention when the doors to the Great Hall swung open.

A hush fell over the students as Professor McGonagall entered, a small, elegant figure in a deep blue Beauxbatons uniform trailing slightly behind her. Whispers rippled through the hall – a transfer student? From Beauxbatons? James, distracted from his Lily-watching, squinted, trying to get a better look.

Then she stepped fully into the light, and his world tilted on its axis.

It was Y/N. Her hair, a familiar shade of (your hair color), was pulled back from her face, and her eyes, those same (your eye color) eyes he’d stared into a thousand times during their childhood summers, sparkled with an almost mischievous delight. She scanned the hall, a small, secret smile playing on her lips, and then her gaze landed on him.

James felt the breath leave his lungs. He didn't just see her; he felt her presence, a warmth spreading through him that was more potent than any charm. He shot to his feet, knocking over his goblet with a loud clatter that drew everyone's attention.

"Y/N!" he bellowed, completely oblivious to the hundreds of eyes now on him.

She laughed, a clear, sweet sound that echoed through the stunned silence. She practically sprinted across the hall, weaving through the tables, until she was directly in front of him. Without a word, James swept her into a hug, lifting her clean off her feet and spinning her around. She clung to him, burying her face in his shoulder, and he felt a knot he hadn't even realized was there finally unravel.

"What are you doing here?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her, his hands still firm on her waist. His eyes were wide, a mixture of shock and overwhelming joy.

"Surprise!" she whispered, grinning. "My parents missed me too much. And I missed you, you big oaf."

The entire hall watched the reunion, a mix of curiosity and amusement on their faces. Sirius and Remus exchanged knowing glances, while Peter looked utterly bewildered. But no one was more bewildered than Lily Evans.

Lily had been watching James for years. His infatuation with her was an open secret, a constant, if sometimes annoying, background hum to her Hogwarts life. She'd grown accustomed to his loud declarations, his dramatic attempts to impress her, and the way his eyes always seemed to find her across a crowded room. Tonight, as always, she expected his attention to be solely on her.

So when he stood up, bellowing a girl’s name, her brow furrowed. And when he practically tackled the new Beauxbatons student in a hug that looked far too intimate for casual acquaintances, a prickle of something unfamiliar stirred within her.

Throughout the rest of the feast, James was practically glued to Y/N. He pulled out her chair, heaped her plate with food, and leaned in close as she spoke, his laughter booming at her jokes. Lily had never seen him so... soft. He usually put on such a show, but with Y/N, he was just James, albeit a far gentler, more attentive version than she'd ever witnessed.

Over the next few days, the shift in James was undeniable. He still walked with the Marauders, still played Quidditch with his usual reckless abandon, but his focus had undeniably moved. He no longer sought Lily out with his eyes. He didn't call her "Evans" with that infuriating, yet secretly endearing, smirk. He didn't even tease her. It was as if she had become invisible.

Lily found herself oddly… unsettled. She told herself it was just the novelty of Y/N's arrival. James would surely go back to his old ways soon. But he didn't. He was always by Y/N's side, a possessive hand often resting on her back or a protective arm around her shoulders. He’d bring her sweets from Honeydukes, walk her to her classes, and even sometimes just sit with her in the library, a quiet, adoring presence.

One afternoon, Lily saw them in the courtyard. James was braiding a small section of Y/N's hair, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Y/N read a book, occasionally glancing up at him with a tender smile. His usual boisterousness was gone, replaced by an almost reverent gentleness.

A new, sharper feeling began to gnaw at Lily. It wasn't just curiosity anymore; it was a burgeoning sense of irritation, quickly followed by something that felt suspiciously like… jealousy. She, Lily Evans, who had James Potter wrapped around her finger for years, was being utterly ignored for a newcomer. Lily decided she wouldn't stand for it. She was Lily Evans, after all. She had always been the object of James’s affections, and she would be again.

The next day, Lily made a point of lingering near James during Transfiguration. When he turned to talk to Y/N about a spell, Lily subtly bumped into him, making sure their hands brushed. "Oh, sorry, James," she said, her voice a little too sweet.

He merely gave her a distracted nod, his attention already back on Y/N. "No worries, Evans," he mumbled, not even looking at her.

Lily's jaw tightened.

She started making more overt attempts. During Quidditch practice, she purposely flew closer to James, making dazzling moves, hoping to catch his eye. He cheered, yes, but only when Y/N scored a goal. Lily saw him smiling at Y/N from across the pitch, a wide, genuine smile that made her stomach clench.

One evening in the common room, Lily sat down on the sofa next to James, who was helping Y/N with a particularly tricky Potions essay. She leaned in, her voice low and inviting. "James, remember that time we accidentally turned Professor Slughorn's hair blue in second year?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes, hoping to evoke shared memories.

James chuckled, a fond sound. "Yeah, that was brilliant," he agreed, but his gaze immediately flickered to Y/N. "Y/N, you should have seen it. Slughorn looked like a giant blueberry." He then explained the entire story to Y/N, animatedly, as if she were the only one in the room. Y/N laughed, her hand resting lightly on his arm, and James’s face softened instantly.

Lily felt a flush creep up her neck. He wasn't even pretending to be interested in her. His devotion to Y/N was so complete, so unreserved, that it was almost embarrassing to witness.

It was becoming clear to everyone. James Potter, the boy who had once practically breathed Lily Evans's name, now only had eyes for his childhood best friend. He wasn't subtle about it; he didn't try to hide his adoration. He was simply, wholeheartedly, besotted. And Lily, for the first time in a long time, felt a pang of something akin to regret. The boy she had so easily dismissed was now completely, utterly, and irrevocably in love with someone else.

James had always thought his world revolved around Quidditch, his mates, and Lily Evans. He'd spent years chasing after the fiery redhead, convinced she was the only one who could ever truly capture his attention. But then Y/N walked back into his life, and suddenly, the vibrant hues of his world intensified, and everything clicked into a new, perfect alignment.

He hadn't realized how much he’d missed her until she was there, laughing beside him, her presence a comforting anchor he hadn't known he needed. Lily’s attempts to flirt, to draw him back into their old dynamic, barely registered. It was like trying to catch smoke. His mind, his eyes, his very being were irrevocably drawn to Y/N.

One blustery afternoon, they were both huddled in the library, ostensibly studying for a Charms exam. Y/N shivered slightly, and without a second thought, James shrugged off his Gryffindor robe and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up, her eyes wide with surprise, and a soft smile touched her lips.

"Thanks, James," Y/N murmured, pulling the warm fabric tighter around her. The scent of him – broomstick polish, old parchment, and something uniquely James – enveloped her.

"Anything for you, Y/N," he said, his voice softer than usual. He watched her, a small, contented smile on his face, forgetting all about his Charms notes. He loved the way her nose crinkled when she was concentrating, the way her hair caught the light, the quiet hum of her presence beside him. It was a comfortable, easy sort of love, one that had been there all along, just waiting for Y/N to return.

Later that week, during a particularly grueling Potions class, Snape had managed to make Y/N spill her entire cauldron of a bubbling, noxious purple liquid. She stood there, mortified, while Snape sneered. Before he could even open his mouth to deduct points, James was there, a quick flick of his wand cleaning up the mess and a fierce glare aimed at Snape.

"Leave her alone, Snivellus," James growled, stepping between Y/N and the Potions Master. He then turned to her, his expression instantly softening. "Are you alright? You didn't get any on you, did you?" He reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering for a moment on her cheek.

Y/N leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the spilled potion. "I'm fine, James," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. His protectiveness, his unwavering loyalty, made her heart flutter.

Coming back to Hogwarts had been a whirlwind. The familiar halls, the excited buzz of students, and most importantly, James. She had missed him fiercely, the constant companion of her childhood summers, her partner in mischief. She’d always thought of him as her best friend, a brother even. But seeing him again, seeing the way he looked at her, the way his eyes lit up, a new, unfamiliar feeling had begun to bloom in her chest.

She noticed the subtle shifts in his behavior, the way he’d always find an excuse to be near her, the casual touches that lingered a little too long. She saw the way he’d listen intently to her stories about Beauxbatons, his head tilted, a soft smile on his face. He was still the boisterous, confident James she remembered, but there was a new tenderness, a quiet devotion that was almost overwhelming.

Y/N also couldn't help but notice Lily Evans. She'd heard about James's long-standing crush, of course. It was legendary. But now, seeing Lily’s increasingly frustrated attempts to regain his attention, Y/N felt a strange mix of sympathy and a tiny, guilty thrill. It was clear James wasn't interested. And the realization that his attention, which had once been so singularly focused on Lily, was now entirely on Y/N, sent a warmth through her veins.

One evening, they were walking back from the library, the last rays of sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Y/N was talking about her favorite Muggle books, and James was surprisingly attentive, asking questions and offering his own thoughts.

As they reached the Gryffindor common room entrance, he stopped suddenly, turning to face Y/N. The light caught his glasses, making his eyes sparkle. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, sending a jolt through her.

"I'm really glad you're here, Y/N," he said, his voice low and earnest. "Hogwarts feels… more right, with you in it."

Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs. She looked up at him, into those warm, hazel eyes, and for the first time, she saw something more than just friendship there. She saw affection, adoration, and a quiet, undeniable longing that mirrored her own.

"Me too, James," she whispered, squeezing his hand. "Me too."

The air between them crackled with unspoken words, with a burgeoning understanding that this was more than just a reunion of old friends. This was the beginning of something new, something deeper, a slow burn that had been simmering beneath the surface for years, finally ready to ignite.

Lily watched them from a distance, a knot forming in her stomach. She saw the way James looked at Y/N, the way his hand found hers, the way his entire demeanor softened when Y/N was near. It was a look she had always secretly craved from him, a look she had dismissed as mere infatuation. Now, it was directed at someone else, and it was undeniably real.

She tried to rationalize it. It was a childhood bond, a novelty. But the longer Y/N was at Hogwarts, the more evident it became that James’s feelings for her were far from fleeting. He was utterly, completely gone.

One afternoon, Lily saw James and Y/N sharing a chocolate frog in the common room, his head tilted close to hers as they both laughed at the wizard card. Lily walked past, making sure to catch James’s eye. She offered him a bright, practiced smile, a hint of the old flirtation in her gaze.

James glanced up, gave her a polite, almost distant nod, and then his attention immediately snapped back to Y/N.

Lily felt a surge of hot anger. It wasn't just that he wasn't interested; it was that he didn't even notice her anymore. She, Lily Evans, was being treated like a casual acquaintance by the boy who had once dedicated his entire existence to winning her over.

The jealousy, once a mere prickle, was now a dull ache in her chest. She had always taken James’s devotion for granted, had even been annoyed by it at times. Now, seeing it lavished on someone else, she realized what she had lost. And the thought, unwelcome and unsettling, began to form in her mind: perhaps she had made a mistake. Perhaps James Potter, with his unwavering loyalty and boundless affection, was exactly what she had always needed, and now, he was undeniably, irrevocably, Y/N's.

Lily Evans stood at the edge of the Quidditch pitch, watching the Gryffindor team celebrate a particularly spectacular goal. Her eyes, however, weren't on the triumphant players but on James Potter. He was laughing, his arm slung casually around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her into the joyous huddle. His head was thrown back, and for a fleeting moment, Lily caught a glimpse of his face – pure, unadulterated happiness. A happiness she hadn't seen directed at her in years, if ever.

It wasn't just the way he looked at Y/N; it was everything. The way he always seemed to know what she needed before she asked, the comfortable silence that fell between them, the easy intimacy of their shared smiles. It was so evident, so profound, that even a blind man could see it. James wasn't just fond of Y/N, or infatuated, or even just friendly. He was utterly, hopelessly, undeniably in love. And Y/N, Lily realized with a jolt that went through her very core, loved him back. The way Y/N leaned into his touch, the soft glow in her eyes when he spoke, the quiet joy that radiated from them both when they were together – it was a mutual, powerful force.

A bitter taste filled Lily’s mouth, but beneath it, a strange sense of clarity began to emerge. All her attempts, all her subtle and not-so-subtle flirtations, had been pointless. She had been trying to win back something that was never truly hers, something that James had offered freely, and she had consistently, perhaps even cruelly, rejected. Now, he had found his match in Y/N, someone who clearly cherished his every goofy, grand, and gentle gesture.

With a heavy sigh, Lily turned and walked away from the pitch, the sound of James’s joyous laughter echoing behind her. The game was over, and so, she finally understood, was her long-standing dance with James Potter.

The Hogwarts grounds, bathed in moonlight, held a magical stillness. Y/N and James were walking back from the astronomy tower, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the day. A comfortable silence had fallen between them, punctuated only by the distant hoot of an owl.

James stopped suddenly, turning to face Y/N. His usually boisterous demeanor was subdued, a nervous energy thrumming beneath the surface. Y/N looked up at him, her heart beginning to beat a little faster.

"Y/N," he began, his voice surprisingly soft, almost hesitant. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. "There's something I… I need to say."

Y/N waited, her gaze fixed on his.

He took a deep breath. "I've always… well, I've always thought I knew what I wanted. I spent years chasing after Lily, convinced she was it for me." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "But then you came back. And it's like… the world suddenly snapped into focus. Everything I thought I wanted, everything I thought I felt, just… faded."

He reached out, gently taking both Y/N's hands in his, his thumbs tracing circles on her skin. "You're not just my best friend, Y/N. You're… you're everything. You make me laugh, you understand me without me having to say a word, you challenge me, you just… make everything better." His grip on her hands tightened slightly. "I love you. I think… I've loved you for a very long time, I just didn't realize it until now. I'm completely gone for you."

Y/N's breath hitched. The words, spoken under the vast, star-dusted sky, resonated deep within her soul. All the subtle touches, the lingering gazes, the unspoken understanding – it all coalesced into this breathtaking moment. A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over her, a mixture of joy, relief, and a profound sense of belonging.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she squeezed his hands back. "Oh, James," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I… I love you too. So much. I didn't know what this feeling was, but it's been growing ever since I came back. You’re my best friend, my home, and so much more."

A wide, dazzling smile spread across James’s face, a smile of pure, unadulterated elation. He let go of one of her hands, reaching up to gently cup her cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped.

"Really?" he breathed, his eyes shining.

"Really," Y/N confirmed, her voice firm, her gaze unwavering.

And then, slowly, tentatively at first, he leaned in. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as his lips met hers. It was a soft kiss, full of years of unspoken affection, of rediscovered love, and of a future that suddenly stretched out, bright and full of promise. It wasn't the dramatic, boisterous declaration James was known for, but something far more profound – a quiet, undeniable truth blooming under the watchful eyes of the stars.

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charles-leclerizz · 21 days ago

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driver diaries : collection #8 you're their celebrity crush

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Carlos Sainz 55 he's trying to be a nonchalant guy

Carlos has always considered himself relatively good under pressure. Tire strategy at Spa? No problem. Post- race interviews in three languages? Easy. Surviving the entirety of Drive to Survive with his dignity mostly intact? Doable.

But apparently, none of those scenarios quite compare to the moment he glances up from his espresso and spots you walking through the paddock like you haven’t just shattered his entire understanding of reality by existing in Monaco, on a Saturday morning, wearing a linen dress and strappy sandals like in the movies he’s seen you in.

For a brief, horrifying second, he wonders if he’s hallucinating. Maybe he hasn’t slept enough. Maybe someone spiked the hospitality coffee machine. But no- because you’re real, in fact, you’re smiling at someone near the hospitality suite, and you’re wearing Ferrari red. Which, frankly, feels a little unfair. Was it not enough to be gorgeous and globally adored? Did you really have to match his team, too?

He tries to walk casually past you. He fails. Because you turn. You see him. And then- you smile.

Carlos short- circuits. Somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, a little voice is screaming in Spanish that this is not a drill, this is not a simulation, this is his celebrity crush making eye contact and waving.

And like an idiot- like a boy in school with his name scrawled on a notebook- when you say, “Carlos, right?”

He laughs, awkwardly. He never laughs awkwardly.

“Depende,” he says, using a smirk to try and cover his panic. Depends. “Are you about to file a complaint or ask for a tour of the garage?”

You raise a brow. “Are those my only options? I had a few other requests as well.”

Carlos swears, right there, if the FIA were to cancel the entire weekend and declare you to the Grand Prix, he’d happily park his car and never drive again.

Charles Leclerc 16 this is not a drill

Charles is not easily shaken. He’s been in four- car battles at Silverstone, he's handled the Monaco curse with the quiet pain of a man betrayed by his own hometown, and he’s spoken to British media while heartbroken. But all of that composure is hanging by a thread the moment his assistant walks up and says- far too nonchalantly- “Hey, don’t freak out, but your celebrity crush is at the paddock.”

He laughs. He does. Because it sounds like a stupid joke, the kind of bait Pierre might use to get him to walk into a prank. But then he hears a nearby PR girl whisper your name, and he looks out the hospitality window, and- mon dieu.

There you are. Just standing. Talking. Wearing sunglasses and a white silk button- down that’s doing unspeakable things to his central nervous system. You’re not even doing anything that special, just sipping from a glass of iced sparkling water like you’re hydrating for a casual day of stealing souls.

Charles panics. Silently. With elegance.

He thinks to change his shirts three times. Rehearses his opening line in his head. By the time he actually walks over, he’s radiating the specific, manic energy of a man trying to pretend this is all very casual and not at all the beginning of his villain origin story.

But when you spot him and smile, he’s a goner.

"Charles,” you say, “you looked good in quali last week.”

He freezes. He forgets how to thank people. How to form words.

“I- you- merci. You… also looked… good… in your movie. That I watched. Alone. In the dark. That sounded weird, ignore that part.”

You laugh, which somehow makes it worse. Or better. It’s hard to tell.

“Would you like to show me around the garage?” Charles nods, then immediately regrets how aggressively he nods. “Yes. Of course. Oui. Do you- do you want a hat? I can get you a hat. Or a jacket. Or a fireproof suit. Do you want to sit in the car? You can sit in the car.”

And just like that, Charles is no longer a racing driver. He’s a man at the mercy of his most embarrassing crush moment, and it’s only Friday.

Max Verstappen 1 folds like a melting ice-cream

Max has built his identity around not being fazed. He’s dealt with championship pressure, multi- hour debriefs, and Helmut Marko giving unsolicited opinions on his love life, all without blinking. But none of that adequately prepared him for the way his heart genuinely stumbles in his chest when he sees you standing next to the Red Bull garage like you weren’t just voted one of Forbes “most beautiful people alive”.

He knows your face- of course he does. You’re everywhere. Music videos. Award shows. And now you’re at the paddock. His paddock.

You glance his way, and Max looks down at his shoes. Like he’s shy. Like he’s twenty again, getting his first podium.

At first, he thinks maybe he’s seeing things. Maybe someone on the team printed out a cardboard cutout of you as a joke. But no- cutouts don’t wear perfume. Cutouts don’t laugh that easily. And cutouts certainly don’t look up, spot Max Verstappen, and say, “Hi.”

He panics internally.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do with that? Say hi back? Pretend he’s not the man who once told a Dutch interviewer that you were the only person he’d consider watching a romcom for?

But to his credit, he smiles. And when you say, “You’re taller in real life,” he snorts and replies with “You’re intimidating in real life,”.

You grin, sharp and amused. “You scared?”

Max shakes his head slowly, voice low. “Terrified.”

And then, like it’s the most normal thing in the world, you lean in slightly and say, “Show me the car?”

And God help him, he does.

Lando Norris 4 he's so glad that you matched his freak

Lando Norris has known a lot of chaos in his life. Races in the rain, PR misquotes, Daniel Ricciardo’s prank era. But none of that holds a candle to the sheer psychological collapse he experiences when he sees you- his actual, literal, not-a-bit-made-up celebrity crush- standing by the McLaren motorhome like you’ve definitely not got a reserved seat in his dreams and just happened to show up in person.

At first, he tries to walk by. Cool. Chill. Sunglasses on, hoodie up, no big deal. Except he walks into a recycling bin.

And you see it. Of course you do.

You’re trying so hard not to laugh, and he honestly thinks he might pass away from the humiliation. But then you smile- and say, “You alright there, superstar?”

He wants to die. But also? He wants to marry you.

“I swear I’m usually more coordinated,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Says the F1 driver who just lost a fight with a paper bin.”

You’re so pretty. It’s aggressive, actually.

He approaches, heart thudding, hands clammy.

“Hi,” you say. “I love your helmet design.”

He short- circuits. “I love- everything you do ever in your life ever.”

You blink. Then laugh. “That was smooth.”

“Was it?”

“No.”

“Can I try again?”

You grin. “Sure. One more life.

He scratches the back of his neck. “If I give you a tour of the garage, will you pretend you didn’t see that?”

You smirk. “Only if you give me a McLaren bucket hat.”

“Done,” he says, already texting someone to bring one over.

He’s going to have to write about this in a diary he doesn’t own yet.

Oscar Piastri 81 he now knows why he prefers to stay calm

Oscar prides himself on being the voice of reason, the man who doesn’t get distracted by chaos or press drama or petty gossip. But even he has to admit that all logic exits his body the moment he sees you walking through the paddock in tailored trousers, sunglasses balanced on your head, and a kind of confident glow that makes him feel like he’s watching a movie trailer narrated by Morgan Freeman.

You’re talking to someone from the F1TV crew, and Oscar is standing like a statue, staring, forgetting that he’s still holding a protein bar halfway to his mouth. And then you turn. And smile. And say, “Hi.”

Hi.

He swallows. Hard. “Hello. Yes. Hi.”

Flawless. Well done, Piastri.

You step closer. “I’m a fan, you know.”

His soul briefly detaches from his body. “Oh. That’s- that’s cool. I’m also… a fan. Of yours. I mean. Not of myself.”

There’s a beat of silence. You nod, clearly amused. “I heard the McLaren garage is impressive. Think I could get a peek?”

He blinks. “Yeah. Yes. It’s very… orange.”

God help him, he’s never going to recover from this conversation.

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sevsevteen · 1 month ago

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Back then, you were a little gremlin in oversized sweatpants and way too much attitude for someone barely of age.

“Yah!” Seungcheol’s voice bellowed from the hallway, the third time that day. “This is your third missed practice this week - are you serious right now?!”

You rolled your eyes, lazily pulling your hoodie over your head. “I wasn’t missing practice,” you muttered under your breath. “I had something to do after school.”

“You were at the convenience store eating instant noodles!” Jihoon called out from the studio entrance, holding up a half-empty cup you'd left behind.

“Still counts,” you huffed, slinking back into the room, zero shame in your posture as you plopped onto the floor gracefully, as if your ear hadn't tore your ears off right before.

The older members groaned in unison.

“You’re going to give Seungcheol grey hair before debut,” Jeonghan muttered, massaging his temples.

“Me?” You gasped. “I’m helping him pre-age.”

When the manager returned from a meeting later that afternoon and asked how rehearsals were going, you gave him a thumbs up and said, “Teamwork makes the dream work!”

Behind you, Seungcheol visibly mouthed, Help me.

It was later that night that you snuck out your room past lights-out timing, crawling across the floor in full spy mode, and dumping a full bag of glitter into the shared shampoo bottle.

“Why is my head SPARKLING?” Seokmin screeched the next morning, towel around his neck, hair dripping with disco ball residue.

Joshua squinted at him. “You look like you fought a unicorn in the shower.”

Soonyoung turned to you, who sat cross-legged on the floor, chewing gum with feigned innocence.

“Why are you looking at me? You have no evidence.”

Joshua? Had his toothpaste swapped with wasabi paste a week later.

One night, they found you hiding in the supply closet, mid-text to Jun about “fake stomach cramps” because you refused to do conditioning.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said from the doorway, arms crossed.

“...I have an allergy,” you deadpanned.

“To what?”

“Authority.”

And yet - despite the chaos, the late-night lectures, the silent treatment from a furious Jun once because you sabotaged his water bottle with vinegar, they never pushed you away.

Until it did.

Perhaps your true villain arc peaked then. Because you swore it had started out like every other prank, every other dumb teen instinct to feel untouchable. The world felt like a sandbox you could dig into without consequence.

So when your old school friends dared you to skip training again and “do something fun for once,” you didn’t hesitate. You pulled a mask over your face, hoodie up, and snuck off into the city night like the chaos incarnate you believed yourself to be.

You held cans of spray paint. Loud music in one pocket, cheap energy drinks in the other. Somewhere in a quiet alleyway, far from the agency’s radar, the group of you left trails of color behind - tagging walls, drawing dumb phrases in neon, laughing into the silence like you were invincible.

You didn’t even think about who those walls belonged to.

Not until the police sirens flashed behind you.

Your heart dropped. Suddenly, it wasn’t funny anymore.

The cuffs were cold on your wrists. The alley that once felt like a playground now closed in on you like a trap. You kept your head low when the officers called the company.

Kept it lower when you saw Seungcheol walk into the station lobby.

He didn’t speak to you at first. Just signed the papers. Took a deep breath. Thanked the officers. And then turned to you, eyes unreadable.

The ride back was silent.

Not angry.

Not disappointed.

Just…hollow.

That was worse.

You sat in the bedroom alone after you returned, guilt eating you from the inside out. Everyone else had heard by now, and Seungcheol still refused to hold a conversation with you. The dorm was quiet. Like even the air was careful around you.

When Jeonghan finally came in, he didn’t yell. He didn’t joke. He just sat beside you, looked at your red-rimmed eyes, and said softly:

“You could’ve been in real danger, you know. Seungcheol and Jihoon's talking to the company about your expulsion right now.”

“I didn’t think,” you whispered. “I just…didn’t think anyone cared what I did.”

His voice cracked, low and pained.

“We all care.”

You looked up, finally meeting his eyes.

You trained harder after that.

Not to prove yourself.

Not to repent.

But because you wanted to be someone they didn’t have to worry about.

Someone they could trust again.

There were tough days. Days you didn’t listen. Days you walked out of the room mid-discussion, frustrated with rules and pressure and all the weight of growing up under a spotlight.

But behind every scolding, every punishment, was a member gently slipping a snack into your hoodie pocket. A word of advice muttered when the cameras weren’t rolling. A hand patting you on the back when you sat alone on the practice room floor after being yelled at.

And slowly, with every sincere action, with every practice where you pushed yourself till your limbs ached – you grew up.

You never touched a can of paint again.

And slowly, that rebellious flame? Learned to burn brighter in the right direction.

And years later, Mingyu bought you a canvas and a paintbrush on your birthday with a cheeky smile - “For artistic purposes only, I promise” - you laughed so hard you cried.

#seventeen 14th member #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen x reader #svt 14th member #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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hi girlie im here with a request but it might be a little weird… its up to you if you want to do it obvi but just hear me out!!!

just a few seconds ago i leaned from a tiktoks comments that was asking what other brides wore under their wedding dress and some said they wore absolutely nothing not even panties and someone was saying that she needed to alert her husband so he doesn't freak out and flash her when doing the garter toss.

i think it would be so funny to see their reaction to the reader saying “just so yk theres NOTHING underneath there.” or something like that djdjfosnciISKFUSONCLSKS i feel a lil crazy.

if you do it it would be nice to see it with isagi, kaiser, sae, shidou and anyone you want thats up to you

“𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟”

a/n: i'd be too scared to do this at my wedding

title comes from dress by taylor swift and it's my favorite song from her EVER

suggestive content inside!

ft. isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito, aiku oliver

isagi yoichi

you whisper it so gently, like you’re sharing a vow. “yoichi… just so you’re prepared… i’m not wearing anything under the dress.”

his smile falters. “you’re not wearing– like– nothing??? like zero???” he looks down at the skirt like it just betrayed him.

bro is sweating so hard he’s fogging up the camera lenses.

“you can’t just drop that bomb and expect me to keep it together. do you know who’s in the crowd?! my elementary school teacher is here.”

he’s pacing. “what if i flash someone? what if i knock your dad out with the garter? what if i look at you wrong and my mom disowns me???”

he goes under the dress like he’s defusing a bomb. hands trembling. breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

you giggle.

he freezes.

“… don’t do that. don’t make noises. you’re gonna get me excommunicated.”

pulls it off like it’s cursed, holds it with two fingers like it’s toxic, and flings it over his shoulder with the energy of a man trying to toss a live grenade.

immediately looks around and salutes to your dad in pure panic.

later he whispers, “i love you but you almost got me on a watchlist.”

kaiser michael

you whisper it and he bites his knuckle. “you’re joking.”

“nope.”

“so you’re telling me,” he leans in, eyes sparkling with sin, “that this dress? the one that’s got three layers of expensive lace and sparkly shit on it? has nothing underneath it? not even those ugly little bridal spanx?”

“yep.”

“god is real.”

he stands there like a villain being handed a secret weapon. “i could cancel the garter toss. we could skip straight to dessert. if you know what i mean–”

you slap his arm.

“okay okay. i’ll behave. until the second i get under that skirt.”

when it’s time, he slow-mo struts to you. adjusts his tie. winks at your grandma. drops to one knee like he’s proposing again.

and then vanishes. like, completely.

your bridesmaids start asking if he got lost under there.

you feel a kiss on your thigh. then another one.

“michael.”

“can’t hear you, schatz, i’m in heaven.”

he emerges with the garter in his teeth, hair ruffled, smirking like the devil just blessed your wedding.

“i caught feelings and something else under there.”

he sits down beside you with his arm around your waist and whispers, “there better be a lock on that hotel door tonight.”

itoshi sae

“hey, amor. just wanted you to know there’s… nothing under the dress.”

he blinks. once. twice.

“what do you mean ‘nothing’? like nothing-nothing? like air and prayers??”

he’s not yelling, but the volume in his eyes is deafening.

“yes.”

“why. why would you do this. why would you ruin me like this.”

he looks so stressed it’s like someone gave him your tax returns to solve. “you realize i have to go under there in front of children, right? and the press. my image. my contract.”

he takes a shot of champagne. another. one more. muttering: “should’ve eloped. should’ve married you in secret like i wanted.”

he crouches down like he’s walking into a haunted house. “don’t laugh. if you laugh i’m going to combust.”

your knee twitches. he chokes.

you: “are you okay?”

him, emerging red-faced: “i saw god. and her name is you.”

shidou ryusei

you whisper it and he literally SCREAMS. “NO PANTIES?!”

you slap your hand over his mouth. he’s vibrating like a microwave.

“babe. i was gonna behave. i really was. but this? this is a gift from the horny gods.”

grabs the mic from the DJ again. “EVERYONE CLAP FOR THE BRAVEST WOMAN ALIVE.”

“ryu, please–”

“NOT A SINGLE PIECE OF FABRIC. RAW DOGGING THE RECEPTION.”

goes under the dress and doesn’t come back for two full minutes.

when he emerges, his tie is undone, his eyes are dilated, and his hair looks like he stuck his head in a wind tunnel.

“if i get a nosebleed, it’s your fault.”

throws the garter straight into someone’s drink. drinks it anyway.

afterparty? he disappears with you in under 30 seconds.

“hotel suite. now. no stops. no detours. i’m breaking that dress and the sound barrier.”

itoshi rin

you whisper it and his jaw clicks. “you what.”

“no underwear.”

“why.”

“felt like it.”

“you felt like giving me a heart attack on my wedding day?”

he’s glitching. breathing weird. muttering equations.

“okay. okay. you know what? fine. it’s fine. i’m calm.”

he is not calm.

he’s staring at his shoes like they hold the answers.

“i swear to the heavens, if my brother even makes eye contact with me while i’m under there–”

he kneels, but it’s less sexy and more medic entering a battlefield. “breathe. focus. don’t touch anything you shouldn’t. god is watching.”

he pulls out the garter like it’s radioactive. tosses it blindly into the void and walks away in a straight line like an NPC.

ten minutes later, he grabs your hand and says, “you’re never wearing that dress again. not even for fun. not even for me. it’s going in a vault. with guards.”

nagi seishiro

you whisper it as he's mid-bite into a piece of cake. “sei. just so you know, i’m not wearing anything under the dress.”

he freezes. slowly lowers the fork. “… huh?”

his eyes narrow like he’s trying to decide if you’re joking or if he’s suddenly dreaming with his eyes open.

“like... not even a little thing? not even a safety thong?”

you shake your head. his soul leaves his body for a moment.

“that’s... kinda crazy, babe.”

stares into the distance. murmurs: “you’re really out here… air-conditioned and everything.”

he spirals in the laziest way possible. starts muttering hypotheticals like, “what if i trip on the way down there and my face just – bonk – straight into your–”

“sei.”

“what if my hand slips and the whole skirt comes off? what if i pass out and the priest sees everything?” (the priest is no longer even in the room. no one knows why he brought him up.)

when it’s time, he sighs like he’s about to do a math test. “alright. send thoughts and prayers.”

crawls under like he’s getting cozy under a blanket.

you hear: “yo it’s kinda warm in here. soft too. hmm.”

you squirm. he BONKS his head on your thigh.

“ow. don’t move. you’re dangerous.”

comes out, face pink, garter in hand. “yeah i got it. i’m never going under there again. too powerful. 10/10 experience. terrifying.”

karasu tabito

“hey,” you whisper. “just so you know… i’m not wearing any underwear.”

he STOPS in place like he just got hit with a laser beam. “are you serious? like bare-bottom bridal behavior?”

you nod. he grabs the mic.

“yo, DJ? play something sinful. matter in fact, play the weeknd. my wife’s out here breaking decency laws.”

he starts clapping. alone. no one joins. doesn’t care.

when it’s time for the garter toss, he kneels like a comedian doing stand-up.

“don’t worry, folks. i’m a trained professional. i’ve been under this dress before. i know the terrain.”

goes in with sunglasses on. starts narrating like it’s a documentary: “ah yes. here we see the rare and majestic bridal thigh. unguarded. powerful. unstoppable.”

you elbow him and he emerges howling. “WORTH IT.”

throws the garter and the shoe. no one’s safe.

oliver aiku

you whisper it while he’s mid-sentence talking to his teammates. “hey babe. just so you know. there’s nothing under this dress.”

he chokes. literally just makes a broken “hrrhhgg?” noise.

“you mean like… naked?”

you nod. his soul physically leaves the building.

he places one hand over his heart. “do you want me to die. is this a murder attempt. should i write my will now.”

he keeps tugging at his tie like it’s choking him. pacing like a man on trial.

“you know i was gonna go under there like a gentleman. but now? now it’s a war zone. now i gotta fight for my life.”

when the DJ calls him up, he wipes his palms on his pants and dramatically kisses your hand. “i loved you in life. if i don’t make it out, remember me fondly.”

enters the dress like it’s the backrooms.

he stays silent for a second. then a muffled “holy sh–”

“don’t touch anything, oliver.”

“you’re telling that to the wrong guy.”

comes out looking dazed. his suit is wrinkled. tie’s missing.

holds the garter up like it’s a dragon egg. “she wasn’t wearing anything. i was right. this was the best day of my life.”

later in private: “so like... can you wear that dress again sometime? for me? maybe on tuesdays?”

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xiepheer · 5 months ago

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Can you do a platonic Beast Cookies x reader who is the child of them but is very different from them, having more morals even if they are raised by them?

The Beast's Child

Beasts x Child! reader

Hi guys! Quite busy latelyyy! So I might not write for a lil!

Being the beasts child is definitely something.

Other kids would cower to you when they see you when you don't know why but it is simply your 5 parents.

They would call you things and no one would befriend you.

You were walking around the town you're in. Everyone knows your parents are the beasts and they do NOT treat you as equal.

They treat you as if you're the on responsible for their crimes.

While walking, you were bored.

You saw other children your age playing ball and walked to them to join them.

"Hello! My name's (Y/N)! Can I join you guys and wanna be friends?"

Was what you asked. You asked nicely from what you remember.

But you saw how their faces contorted to one of disgust.

"Ew no you can't!"

One of them yells. They seem to back away from you.

They knew you're their child but they didn't think you were different from them.

"Oh well why not??"

You asked full of curiosity. Curiosity was what they saw in your eyes and still believed you were trying to deceive them.

"You're the beasts child!"

They yelled.

"Beasts can't play with us!"

They yelled again.

This time, unlike the beasts who would go and try to destroy them to crumbs, they were shocked to actually see you running and crying.

Now being the Beast's child is hard and different from being a normal child.

While you were taught evil things by them but also getting taught with basics, the others would think you would have the same intentions as them.

But it is simply what you not want as a child.

Mostly your teacher would mostly be Mystic Flour cookie and Shadow Milk cookie.

And although Mystic Flour cookie does not teach you how to be villain or foul things, Shadow Milk cookie on the other hand would.

As the Beast's child, it is difficult for you to learn in school without getting teased even by the teachers.

And due to that, they forced you to study and learn in home instead.

The beasts would destroy everyone that teases their dearest child.

Creation or not, they would feel protective and love them platonically.

Now this love would include mother/father relationship.

Mystic Flour cookie would actually be a responsible and an actual mother.

Raising you, she would mostly be the one responsible for your needs.

Always giving you want your health needs.

She taught you how to not be a brat like how other people would be when given what they want.

"Now child, this is how you do it"

Is what she would say when teaching you how to do things.

She just knows she did something right by raising you.

She saw how kind you are to other despite staying with the evil forces.

Now Shadow Milk cookie would be the type of dad that would be completely opposite of responsible.

I mean yes he has responsibilities, but don't expect him to do it on the formal way.

He would do it in a jester like way.

Now him being one of your dad's, he would be the type of dad that would help you feel happy again.

He would take you to his shows and show you very amazing stuff.

And along the show, was of course his apprentices Candy Apple cookie and Black Sapphire cookie.

Now they would help you get entertained when you're very bored.

You were walking around, very bored.

Shadow Milk cookie took notice of that.

He was the one babysitting you for now and he saw that bored expression of yours.

So he decided to surprise you by covering your eyes and pulling you to somewhere.

When you were sat down, he took off his hands from your eyes and saw that you're in a circus.

"Now dearest child! Welcome to my show! Ready to get entertained, see things, laugh? You're just in the right place dear child!"

He spoke.

And he saw how your eyes sparkled with interest and watched closely.

You were surely surprised and entertained and he was glad that he was able to please your boredom.

Now being Burning Spice cookie as a father is something.

He would take you to watch him destroy cities.

He would teach you how to destroy.

In fact, he doesn't even know how to take care of a child.

Mystic Flour cookie had to force him since she can be busy sometimes and so as Shadow Milk cookie.

He would sometimes hand you over to Nutmeg Tiger cookie whenever he's too bored and doesn't want to take care of you.

Though he does value you too.

He would protect you greatly. He wouldn't harm you.

If you were harmed, he would find the city where the person harmed you and KABOOM. It's gone.

Don't expect him to be like the other beast cookies you've been with. He is NOT like them.

He would indeed teach you how the ways in the Spice Land or kingdom would be.

And he would eventually teach you how to wield a sword if you didn't.

Him teaching isn't exactly like Mystic Flour cookie or Shadow Milk cookie.

It'd be a mix of joy and destruction.

Joy because he's teaching you and seeing you learn from someone as destructive as him.

And Destruction because he's teaching you how to destroy like how he does. (Cuz he's basically The Great Destroyer in his kingdom)

"Now you child! This is how you do it!!!"

He yelled out loud as he ran to the victim.

Now the victim ran and ran. Screaming but no one helped as everyone knew that even if there's countless numbers of them, they will not be able to defeat him.

He would run and laugh at the same time and you would just watch, holding the sword.

The sword is quite heavy but over time, you got used to it.

When you slained your first one, he was overjoyed.

Though he forced you to do that though. To see if you actually learned from him.

He was so overjoyed that he went to the two other beasts to show you off holding a sword.

But still, you were still the gentle cookie of the beasts.

You were their child but you were very gentle and kind and not destructive like them.

Just because they're evil, doesn't mean their child remains evil.

You're still waiting for your other two parents to be released from the tree. (Eternal Sugar cookie and Silent Salt Cookie)

Hey everyone! I've been very busy lately! So as an apology, I spent an hour thinking and writing this! I hope this is long enough! I might not upload for a few days or so because of school works!

Anyways I love you guys TYSM FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! 🫶 💗 💕

#beast cookies #cookie run fandom #cookie run kingdom #beast cookies x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #burning spice cookie #burning spice crk #burning spice x reader #shadow milk x reader #mystic flour x reader #mystic flour cookie #mystic flour crk #x reader

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bakuchrome · 4 months ago

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bakugo x reader + daughter

Some people didn’t get it.

Didn’t understand how someone like you—bright, capable, full of ambition—could “settle” for the housewife life. As if it was some sort of failure. As if raising a kind, curious little girl and loving the hell out of your husband wasn’t enough.

But you never let it bother you. You just smiled, wiped baby food off your cheek, and went right back to humming through your day like a happy little sunflower.

Because you loved this life.

Waking up extra early while your boys—well, your man and your baby girl—still snored softly in the next room, the city just starting to stir beyond your apartment window. You moved with practiced ease, flipping eggs, cutting fruit, humming a lullaby. The pan sizzled. The kettle whistled. It was peace.

Then came your favorite part.

You tiptoed into the bedroom, the soft pink baby blanket clutched around your little girl, her tiny fists rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Time to wake up Dada,” you whispered with a giggle, gently bouncing her in your arms as she reached out.

She cooed, squirmed, then patted her dad’s face with her chubby hands. “Dadaaaa!”

Bakugo groaned dramatically, grabbing a pillow to smother his own face. “Five more minutes.”

“Nope,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss his temple. “Your girls want you up.”

He peeked out from under the pillow, messy blond hair sticking up in every direction, that tired little grin he only saved for you. “Fine,” he grumbled, reaching up to take his daughter from you. “Mornin’, princess.”

You watched them together—her babbling nonsense, him pretending to understand like it was the most important thing in the world—and your heart melted like butter on toast.

When it was time for him to leave for patrol, breakfast packed neatly in his pro-hero duffel, you and your daughter followed him to the door like clockwork.

“Alright, give Daddy a kiss,” you said, holding her up. She planted a wet, toothy one right on his nose.

Then it was your turn. He pulled you close, kissed you slow—like he didn’t have to go wrestle villains in five minutes—and whispered, “Love you.”

You beamed. “Be safe, Katsuki.”

Always was, when he knew he had you waiting at home.

And the second he stepped out the door, the little one in your arms wailed dramatically. “DAAADAAA!”

He turned with a snort and waved, making her squeal and clap.

After breakfast for the baby (some got on the bib, most in her hair), it was nap time. You tucked her into her soft, cloud-printed crib and tiptoed off to clean the house. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was yours. Your world.

The floor sparkled. The laundry hummed. And when your daughter’s soft little cry called from the nursery, you wiped your hands on your apron and scooped her up like sunshine.

“Wanna help make Daddy’s lunch?” you cooed.

She babbled an excited sound that sounded suspiciously like “yuhh!!”

You set her in the little booster seat beside the kitchen island and handed her a plastic spoon. She banged it happily against the counter while you packed rice, grilled salmon, veggies—he liked things neat, simple, healthy.

A little note tucked inside, too. “You’re doing great, babe. We love you.” With a crayon scribble from the baby. (Okay, you helped her draw the heart.)

When it was time to bring his lunch to the Hero Agency, you didn’t mind the cameras. The public knew who you were.

Bakugo’s high school sweetheart. His wife. The one person who could scold him, hug him, and steal his hoodies without getting blasted.

But more than that, you were just kind. Always smiling. Always waving. Always holding your baby girl like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“Mrs. Bakugo!” one of the paparazzi called, snapping pictures as you passed through the Agency courtyard. “You always look so radiant. Mind if we ask—who do you admire the most?”

You paused, baby on your hip, about to answer, when your daughter chirped loudly, “DADA!!”

The reporters melted.

You laughed, brushing hair from her face. “Guess that answers your question.”

They chuckled and thanked you, keeping their distance. Because Bakugo had made it very clear: if you ever said not today, they’d better be gone before he blinked. He didn’t play games when it came to his wife or his daughter.

You found him near the Agency fountain, leaning on a bench, his scowl melting the moment he saw you both.

“Hey, baby,” you smiled, offering the lunch box.

He took it with one hand, pulling you in with the other for a kiss. “You girls doin’ alright?”

“Better now,” you said.

Your daughter squealed when he kissed her forehead, then toddled off toward the water fountain, clapping at the little streams that shot up and sparkled in the sun.

You sat on the edge beside her, guiding her hand gently through the mist while Katsuki ate, watching with a look on his face that could only be described as devotion.

He wasn’t the best with words. Never had been.

But you didn’t need them.

Because the way he looked at you—as if he still couldn’t believe he got this life, this family, this peace—told you everything you needed to know.

And if this was “settling,” you’d do it a thousand times over.

#mha #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #dynamight #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou

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fujoshirat · 9 months ago

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When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can't seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you're quirkless and he's a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that's obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.

In short: You've become obsessed, you suppose. But that's all right, you're not the only one that's obsessed.

WARNING: I cooked so get ready for a long chapter >:)

1 - I'm Obsessed With You

'Two, four, six... sixteen!' Counting the little yellow hats waddling around the jellyfish exhibit, you make a mental headcount of all of your students. Sixteen little kindergarteners with bold personalities and big hearts all under your care. As their kindergarten teacher and chaperone for the monthly field trip, it was your duty to keep an eye out of all of them.

You were quirkless, but you've accepted it.

You knew that you would never become a hero, and that was okay. You would never be like All Might or the young student hero Deku during the war.

But that was okay.

People still respected you. The convenience store ladies would applaud you when you would tell them your job. 'A kindergarten teacher? Sounds fun!' You family loved you all the same and your friends still invited you to the izakaya bar near the station.

And being a kindergartener teacher was fun. Nurturing the children was your passion, and caring for them came like second nature.

Rounding up the children and having them form a line, you led them to the next exhibit. "Alright! Does anyone remember what exhibit we are going to next?" A chorus of "me! me! me!"s filled the area as you led the group to an outdoor area of the massive aquarium. Scanning over all sixteen children, you call out a student's name. "Himari-chan! Do you know?" The bubbly girl with twin braids eagerly nods her head. "Mhm! Mhm! The penguins!" "Very good!"

The sound of honking and chirping fills your ears, a definite sign of the marine animals. Stopping, you clear your throat and turn around to face the children.

"Alright kids, would you like to explore the exhibit?"

"Yes Y/N-sensei!"

"Okay, find your pair and stay in this room. I will call everyone once it is time for us to move on." You watch all sixteen of your students start finding their buddy and splitting up. They were responsible children that knew not to run off on their own and to go to you when they needed the toilet. As the last pair went off to join majority of the students at the emperor penguin's area, you walk towards the sound of chirping.

Walking closer to the Adelie penguins exhibit, you spot two yellow hats in the same area. Upon further inspection, you recognize them to be Kaoru and Taro, huddled close together as to not get separated.

"Kaoru-kun, Taro-kun, do you like the Adelie penguins?"

Taro, the taller one with rosy cheeks and brown hair nods enthusiastically. In contrast, the white-haired Kaoru just stares at you with his usual blank expression. However, the shorter one's eyes seem to sparkle despite his nonchalant look. 'Ah', you recall, 'he must be excited about the rocks because of his rock collection'.

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Kaoru Todoroki was a quiet boy. The five-year-old was respectful and completed all of his tasks at school. He never fought and always participated in the activities and games during recess. However, he preferred not to talk and would just observe everyone. On the occasion that he would talk to you, he would only talk about one thing: his rock collection -> "Kaoru-kun! How was your Christmas?" "Good, Y/N-sensei. My oji-san took me camping and got me rocks for my collection." "Oh wow! That sounds like a lot of fun!" -> It was so nice that the little boy had something he enjoyed despite his cold demeanor. He didn't seem to be abused either: you had met his father, Natsuo Todoroki, at the first day of school orientation. He was a pediatrician who was pretty nice and always greeted you whenever he picked Kaoru up. Just like the rest of the world, you knew who your student was related to. A last name that carried high respect and esteem, you could only wonder why his parent decided to enroll him into your kindergarten. However, you didn't mind it at all. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

"Do you boys know why the penguins collect the rocks?" They shake their head in sync. You crouch down and point at two Adelie penguins in the corner.

"Adelie penguin boys give a girl penguin a rock because he loves her. He wants to give her a special rock because he thinks that she is so special. When he gives her the rock, the girl penguin will thank him and put the rock in her nest, right there!" You direct their attention to several pebble-nests in the same area. "When she lays eggs, the boy and girl Adelie penguins will keep them warm so they can hatch safely! They are now all cozy like a little happy family. Do you understand?" You stifle a laugh to yourself when you notice the awestruck expressions on both students' faces. Turning around, you look at the other students wandering around the room, doing a head count to make sure that everyone is there. 'Two, four, six, eight...'

But before you can reach sixteen, the sound of glass shattering interrupts you. Right where Kaoru and Taro were, a villainous man breaks the glass barrier between people and the Adelie penguins. Honking and chirping sounds ring through your ears, your heart thumping frantically in your chest. 'A villain!? Poacher!? On field trip day!? But there aren't any heroes around!' Some of the aquarium staff on duty rush to the masked man,

but more glass shatters and they're knocked onto the floor, unconscious.

Pushing Kaoru and Taro and behind you, you instinctively cross your arms into the shape of an 'x' and shield your face from the villain. You hiss at sharp glass shards bouncing off your skin, small cuts forming.

"Stop! Please!"

Three more masked people enter the room. The man takes no mind to your pleas and instead barks orders to what you think are his subordinates in another language. The three men each begin restraining you, an elderly woman, and a couple with rope. You can hear the other kids crying in the back, all huddled together.

This wasn't good.

Trying to fight back, you jab your elbow into one of your assailants and your foot at another. However, they were much stronger than you and quickly pinned you down.

And then there was ice.

A massive sheet of ice appears and freezes over the main villain. You catch a glimpse of red and white hair, your eyes widening at the sight. Only one man could have that distinct color.

It seems like Shouto Todoroki, number 3 hero in all of Japan, is saving you right now. Ensuring that the masked man is secured, he makes quick work of his minions. A kick here, some ice there, a sprinkle of fire. It was all a blur. The next thing you knew, his nimble fingers easily removed your binds and scanned your body.

"Miss, are you alright?"

And just like that, you were hooked. God, his voice, his physique, his care, you just melted at his feet. He wasn't Japan's hottest hero for nothing, and he sure was living up to that. It takes you a while to snap out of your daze (embarrassing), but thankfully he had time to wait. His team was helping the elderly woman and couple, already checking if they had sustained any injuries. Turning your eyes back to his majestic face, you notice his eyebrows furrow slightly. His larger hand gently grabs yours and you wince. Confirming his suspicions, he spots your arms littered in cuts and your left wrist slightly bruised. "You're injured. Are you able to stand up?" You can stand up just fine and offer a polite smile.

"Yes, thank you so much Pro Hero Shouto! I appreciate the concern but I need to check my students, so-" "Red Riot is already checking up on them. I can promise you, ma'am, that they are in good hands." That professional tone was going to kill you, and apparently it did kill your voice, so you swallowed and wordlessly nodded. The pro hero sits you down on a bench and pulls out a bandage roll from his suit.

"I apologize for the poor substitute of a brace. The ambulance is on its way." You watch him kneel down and pray that he doesn't notice the (furious) redness painted on your cheeks. Shouto respectfully takes your arm and bandages it, careful not to apply to much pressure. You admire his hands, large, rough, and calloused, no doubt from his quirk and hero work. It was admirable (and certainly handsome). As he finishes up, he gets ready to say something when sixteen little yellow hats crowd you and him.

Ritsu, the youngest and smallest out of all of your students, is the one to cry first.

As she bawls her eyes out, you reach out to her. "Hey, Ritsu-chan, it's o-" You wince as a bolt of pain crawls up your right arm momentarily, and that causes her to cry harder. Just like that, most of the kindergarteners begin crying. Red Riot, another famous and good pro hero, walks up with a sheepish expression. "Sorry Miss! I promise that I only turned around for one second, but they all ran to you!" He turns to Shouto after. "Shouto, the ambulance is here and the medics are running in." He nods and turns back to you, giving you a soft nod. Clearing your throat, you address your students.

"Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?"

"You, Y/N-sensei!" You smile warmly, heart touched by theirs.

"Don't worry about me. I'm okay. You all are so brave for not panicking when the villain came and instead stayed together. Can we say thank you to pro heroes Red Riot and Shouto?"

"Thank you, Red Riot and Shouto!"

The red-head hero grins in response, and you watch Shouto's unreadable expression shifted into a soft smile.

"It's no problem at all. Now, can I ask that you all stay with Red Riot while I help your sensei?" All in awe at the popular heroes, they nod and eagerly bombard Red Riot with questions. You chuckle to yourself but notice Shouto's gaze focused on your injuries. As he walks you to the medics, you chirp up.

"It really doesn't hurt that bad, I promise." He shakes his head, "Excuse me." Before you can respond, he abruptly picks you up and sits you on the edge of the open ambulance. '!?!' Your cheeks flare up again.

His gaze never leaving yours, two female medics quickly check up on you and properly bandage you up. One of them gently applies ice to your wrist and smiles at you. "Name, please?" "L/N, Y/N." "Alright, thank you L/N-san for being patient! Your wrist is minorly sprained, so we're using ice to help with the swelling. Please ice it when you get home and be careful not to put pressure or overwork it. Your forearms are minorly cut but should heal per usual. Do you have any quirks or conditions such as pregnancy that we need to be aware of?" "Ah, no." You see the handsome man observing you, his eyes widening in slight shock as he listens to what you tell the medic. He remains silent as the other one chimes in. "Alright! L/N-san, you are good to go!" "Thank you very much!" Shouto helps you down to ensure that you don't use your wrists again and bows to the ladies. They wave at the two of you in a friendly manner and start closing up the ambulance.

As Shouto walks you back, you can't help but admire him. He's tall. Unfairly tall. He towers over your body, no doubt almost or at six feet. His skin is fair and porcelain, and his muscular biceps are noticeable (definitely something to drool on about) His scar most definitely complements his facial features. You also notice that his cheeks are slightly plushy, round and definitely soft if one were to touch it. It was... kind of cute.

He ushers you back into the entrance of the aquarium where his team, all civilians, and all staff were gathered. You spot your students and instinctively want to run to them, but with a warm hand hovering behind the small of your back, you stay put next to the pro hero. You expect all of your students to run to Shouto, to bother him with questions,

But Kaoru runs to you and him.

"Oji-san!" The little boy hugs Shouto's leg, his ivory hair only reaching the man's waist. You melted at the sight, knowing that it was rare to get social interaction or even touch from Kaoru. 'Cute!'

Wait...

SHOUTO TODOROKI WAS THE UNCLE THAT HE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT?!?

"My oji-san got me another box for my rock collection for my birthday."

"My oji-san got me a fossil from America."

"My oji-san snores a little in his sleep."

"My oji-san took me camping and got me rocks for my collection."

You obviously knew that your student was related to Japan's Hottest Hero somehow, but you didn't realize that he was his direct nephew! What's more, you didn't realize how close the two really were, and it was so sweet and endearing to see Kaoru so out of his shell. Right now, the five-year-old was blabbing to his uncle, telling him all about the Adelie penguins today and asking if you were alright and if he was going to come home for dinner.

And Shouto? He looked so focused on the little boy, so amused, and so soft. As he talks with his nephew, you notice that some parents have already arrived, looking for you. Walking away from your savior and student, you politely greet the parents and lead them to the children, all being entertained by Shouto's team. The mothers all fawn and worry over your injuries. "You're hurt, L/N-sensei?" "Oh no!" "Thank goodness you're safe!" After about 30 minutes, the fifteen other children are all with their families and gone from the aquarium. In the horizon, the sun has already begun to set, its golden hue mixed with purple and orange.

You're a little surprised to still see Shouto and Kaoru. He already talked to the police and dismissed his coworkers, so what was he still doing here? Walking up to the pair, you look down at Kaoru. "Kaoru-kun, were you surprised that your oji-san came today?" "Mhm!" "Awesome! I'm glad that you were! I was definitely surprised." Your heart beats rapidly as you shoot a smile at his uncle. To your surprise, he smiles back (be still, my poor heart!). Standing back up, you talk to Shouto.

"I can't thank you enough, Shouto-san. You really came at the perfect time."

"It is no problem at all, L/N-san. I apologize for not arriving sooner."

"Aw! Don't worry about it! All that matters is that my kids are safe." You notice him look at you a little curiously when you refer to your students as 'my kids.' Laughing slightly to yourself, you clarify.

"My students are my livelihood and teaching is my passion. I would be absolutely heartbroken if one of them got injured, not as a teacher but as myself." You playfully wink at the pro hero's nephew, his cheeks turning pink slightly because he knows what you are going to say. "Kaoru-kun is a pleasure to have and I am thankful that he is in my class." Shouto nods and ruffles his nephew's ivory hair. Kaoru whines in response. "Oji-san!" When the tall man laughs at the five-year-old, you choke on your breath. "I am glad that Kaoru is behaving, and I'll pass your sentiments along to his father when I drop him off later." He glances at your wrist before continuing. "Do you need help going home, L/N-san? I can drop you off." You shake your head in response. "It's alright! The station is right there and I live one station away." His beautiful eyes observe your face, a hint of worry evident in his jaw-dropping face. Letting out a sigh, he nods.

"Alright, but please be safe and get help if you need."

"Mhm! Thank you."

You bow to him and glance at Kaoru. "Kaoru-kun, have a good weekend, okay?" "Okay, Y/N-sensei. Bye bye." Smiling, you walk to the subway station.

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Unlocking the door to your apartment with your good hand, you lock the door behind you and slump down at the entrance. Today's events have just begun sinking and marinating in your mind.

"Oh. My. God."

Glancing at your left wrist, you bite your lip. 'Gosh, I hope it heals before Monday so I can return to normal.' Standing up again, you trod over to the fridge and open it. Inside, you grab leftover fried rice from breakfast and put it in the microwave. As you wait for it, you instantly think of Japan's Hottest Hero, the man that saved you, and then your cheeks seem to catch on fire.

'Oh my God, I just met him and I'm already obsessed!!'

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A/N: Whew! What a mess! Thank you all for reading the first part of 'Obsessed' and I hope that you enjoyed it!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I love pro hero Shouto and his family so writing his little nephew Kaoru was THE CUTEST THING EVER!! Fun fact: His hyper fixation on collecting rocks reflects my own younger brother's dinosaur hyper fixation (like many other young boys).

I promise that Shouto's POV will also cook once I get that started and ready for you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) so I hope that you look forward to that! In the meantime, I want to say THANK YOU to everyone's support throughout my Tumblr journey so far! My recent work received a lot of support and love, and I am truly grateful for everyone 🥺🫶🏻I really think that I have been cooking this November (and the last few days of October), so hopefully you all feel the same!

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kiyomitakada · 10 months ago

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i know its a classic. possibly cliche already. but i do wonder about Tumblr In The Death Note Universe probably more than i should

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💅 toxicbff Follow

if i see one more post attributing kira's powers to ~supernatural powers~ instead of the obvious fact that the cia is doing a coup I'm going to start giving You the heart attacks

💅 toxicbff

of course i saw the news how does that not prove my point further

the idea that all the police around the world could be mobilized by one single person is ridiculous (just look at this list of how many civilian militia there are globally)

heart attack victims don't seize the way "lind l tailor" did

i don't know how to tell you that You Can't Kill People Just By Knowing Their Name And Face because this is Real Life and not the newest grimdark marvel villain

people need to stop being scared of the ~bogeyman in the closet~ and wake up to the fact that usamerica is trying to take over the goddamned world

💅 toxicbff

im going to kill you all and nuke this website

#sayonara you weeaboo shits

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DO TRUMP NEXT

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LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

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❤️‍🔥 lovesickened Follow

i know its stupid but im so fucking scared for my brother i heard that seven people died this week at the prison he's in and iinjust dont kenow what to do ihate him for ehat he did to mom but i never wanted him to die

#vent tw #delete later

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if i get a single more comment about why i don't tag "genderbend" on my kiratective fics i'm going to blow up the entire building. we don't know EITHER of their genders. why don't YOU tag your mediocre yaoi genderbend instead

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…OP, you realize the news reports all consistently use "he," right?

🏎 fastandyurious

of course i do???? just because you see something on the news doesn't mean you have to believe it?????? they don't have any information on kira yet but i'm supposed to believe the fbi knows their gender already??????? also kira is literally a fucking girl's name my classmate in elementary school was called kira

🔆 sparkling-world

Kira comes from the Japanese romanization for "killer," it isn't gendered whatsoever.

Also, evidence shows the majority of serial killers are male, so I'd argue that the statistics favor the fujoshis here.

🏎 fastandyurious

well evidence shows that female serial killers are just more fun to write about and I'd argue that you're ignoring my fucking POINT which is that we DON'T KNOW KIRA'S GENDER and if people don't want to read lesbian kiratective they can FUCK OFF MY BLOG

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I offer you an Eggman in these trying times.

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@lashitpostcalligrapher yo can i get "the statistics favor the fujoshis" on my tombstone

#fandom: kira rpf #ship: kiral #never heard it called kiratective before… #also uh. prayer circle for op's classmate lmaoooo

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BOYCOTT EIGHTEEN MAGAZINE

THEY ALLOW KIRA-SUPPORTING MODELS AND ARE COMPLICIT IN THIS MASSACRE

SOURCES HERE AND HERE (TRIGGER WARNING: KIRA DISCUSSION)

PUSH BACK AGAINST HEART ATTACKS

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golly gee ^_^ suddenly i feel like taking to the high seas in a way that the eighteen company cant get profit from. oh no ! who left this link here

🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

thanks for the link but jesus fucking christ man what happened to free speech. misa-misa's parents were killed by a burglar who kira punished. did you all expect her to just sit there, look pretty, and say nothing about it?

you people only like models when they're nice pictures for you to consume. you only like them two-dimensional and smiling and hot. the second a woman actually speaks her mind she's thrown to the wolves

💃🏻 modelingmadness

DID YOU NOT SEE MY BANNER YOU PIECE OF SHIT

#BLOCKED

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lol. lmao even

#they blocked me but whatever #official eighteen site just said misamisa wont be in the next issue #(eighteen sucks but i kind of want to use it more out of spite now) #so much for apologism huh? #god. i feel sick. #hasn't she been through enough.

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Imagine you're going home after a long day. Suddenly there's a sound. "Huh? Whose there" you ask, dropping your keys on the floor. Then you feel it. A knife pressing in your neck.

"Don't move kitten" Kira purrs behind you. "You're all mine now…"

#kiraxreader #kiraxoc #kira #kira rpf #kira investigation #kira fucker #kira fudger #kira lover #kira haters dont touch #kira haters please touch #kira supporters please touch #l

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Hello, everyone! My little sister told me about this microblogging platform (I admit, I'm a Twitter refugee) and that many of you are discussing the Kira investigation on here. I'm really interested in hearing what your thoughts are!

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let the record show he lasted like. a day

#i think it was the imagines that did him in #bro is so sensitive :p

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the world could be beautiful

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[ @deathnotetober day 14: trigger ]

#death note #light yagami #sayu yagami #misa amane #lawlight #by uh. technicality.#does 'trigger warning' fit the prompt i hope it does…#also there are two (2) rickrolls in this post #the other links are all to actual fun stuff :3 #good luck #deathnotetober #edit: fixed the FUCKIGN reblog dividers GOD DAMN IT #unreality #caps #edit 2: fixed the reblog dividers again theyre transparent now #…………wow i really just. spent four hours on this huh.#maybe i am experiencing slight mania #only slight #death note tumblr

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daisys-reality · 3 months ago

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PAC: What kind of reality should you focus on right now? ♡๑

general tarot reading disclaimers apply here. dividers were made by me, the pictures are from pinterest but edited by me. this is a reality shifting themed tarot reading. for more tarot readings, check out my masterlist. now, think about your shifting journey and choose a picture from above and read your pile below :)

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 ⛲️

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile one!

'Dark' world, ice world, viking age, underworld, a world with magic (Merlin? Harry Potter?), romance/love but not as main theme but as sub-genre, anime world, martial arts, school life, power/influences, isekai/regression, war, dangerous powers, being humbled by greater forces, summoning, creating deep bonds and friendships, facing darkness and choosing the light, bravery, facing fears, evil, sorcery/magic, past/ancient time, castles, "soldiers" fighting for the good, taking on responsibilities and being accountable as lesson/struggle, needing lots of patience, as external factors or unforeseen complications causing setbacks, having many responsibilities and feeling stressed or burden, circumstances force you to be more harsh and cold and withdrawn to protect yourself, suffering, nightmares, misfortune, death, pain and/or experiencing trauma might be common themes in that world, disturbing things might happen or exist there (makes me think of the ugly curses in jjk), horror?, its a world that moves you deeply, where you feel a strong longing for.

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 🌲

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile two!

A world with lots of drama, chaos, upheavels, and transformative changes. you being a genius or overpowered - walking through this chaotic world with ease, experiencing true freedom/just living carefreely, strong focus on romance/love passion/s3xual desires lol, and maybe even experimenting with or exploring sexuality and gender, webtoon world, historical/time travel, "your favourite dr" (the one based on your comfort show or the main reason you started shifting or sth like this), a little bit of comedy - not taking things really seriously, outsmarting everyone, being an "off-worlder", extraterrestrial, being in a leadership position, you might have siblings there, domestic abuse or death by fire accidents might be a common theme in that world. "taking over" the body of a character in a novel/show, soul incarnation, diamonds and jewelry - makes me think of these fantasy history webtoons where the mc wakes up as the villain of the novel they read and now have to survive and change the plot haha

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 💭

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile three!

There are many choices and multiple possibilities, it's up to your imagination - an original place (made up by you), somewhere where you can follow creative projects, a dreamy place - dream world? dream life?, fantasy/fantastical, clouds, stars, sparkling lights, place and time to research, not knowing future outcomes, energy fields/auras, a place with unlimited information, calm place, nice ambience, a place strongly conected to you- somewhere where you're safe to be your true self or safe to find out who you really are, deep within - perhaps something like the void state but more personalized?, close to nature or the essence of this world, a place that leads you to your true self, your purpose and/or destiny, the focus is on you and your uniqueness, galaxy, starchild, elusive yet radiant place that might be less materialistic or logical and more spiritual/mythical in nature, could also be based on a fanfiction or AU of sth you love, a place/life beyond the mundane - what did you desire when you were young? don't try to overthink, just follow your heart, be creative - there is no 'unrealistic reality', whatever you can imagine can be experienced and explored by yourself in another reality!

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 ⚓️

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile four!

A place to rest and recuperate or heal. A place that you can truly call your home. Where you're on the throne (quite literally even), the centre of everything. A compassionate place where you are able to freely expand yourself and what you call your own. Maybe a place you depart from but always come back to. I see music playing, lots of nature, flowers and animals. A gentle and peaceful place where your heart is safe. People might be worshipping you as divine, or faith might be important in that world. This could be a more supernatural/magical place. You might be living like a royal. Your home there is a safe and peaceful place, but this world also has its tragedies... some people framed as villains and others as heroes. It's a bit mysterious. Realistic visuals - not really based on a cartoon or anime but perhaps a novel or book you enjoyed! Pink might be an important colour? If not that world i just described, then you might also benefit from focusing on your CR world and manifesting a better life for yourself here (better CR or an alternative OR).

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 🏛

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile five!

I see a few things for this pile: dragons, chains, maids or a maiden? bridges and destruction, endless hills and forests, late bronze age?, gold/silver/iron/wood, war, older men, torches, abuse/torture, a place like historic Europe, connecting two or more worlds/lands, travel between realms, exploring unknown land, healing, magic and lots of communication. A world based on a book or story. You travelling alone, you being in a past or historic time - time travel? A few other themes are: freedom/carefreeness, crime/mystery, comfort/peace, smut/desires. You being in a state of curiosity, wonder and learning - learning more about relationships, ideologies, different places and histories. Norse mythology perhaps might play a role. Living a long life and gaining lots of wisdom and love for the world - like an ancient dragon. A place more raw in its nature. Breaking free from negative patterns and dependencies is a personal theme for you there as well as overcoming obstacles and achieving greater emotional health - self liberation (in mind and heart). Your time in that world will be a time where you focus on self-improvement and emancipation - this will help you to live a healthier and more balanced life (in general, in your cr and other realities).

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚇 🏝

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile six!

To be honest, this pile is a bit elusive in energy and hard to read. Themes of this world are conflict, defeat, or victory that came at a high cost, inner struggles, isolation and manipulation, and fighting for your own rights. There is a high tension between individual people or between two groups/societies? One of them might feel abdondend, forgotten, or surpressed by the other. Secret societies might exist? Early modern age. The night sky, bright stars and moonlight, planets, moon cycle, and solar system might play an important role in this world. Swords, boots, coats, and earth colored, simple clothes. Arcane came randomly to my mind? A very human-like experience - having forgotten your innate creative abilities in this spiritual world. Ceremony and rituals, recitation of oaths, karmic ties, destiny, ancestors, underestimating the power of your words and promises? Myths and riddles - mysterious and deep energy "focusing harder won't do it. Neither will increased effort. Time, surrender, and humour are your only alies." - you might need to hear this message. Putting here some other kepoints from my self made card deck: royal life, hero/villains; dark vibes; steampunk; animated world; anime/manga/manhua; isekai/regression; fanfiction/AU; better or alternative CR - focus on manifesting; having a minimalistic or simple WR (eg. just a room)

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 🍷

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile seven!

Starting off with random themes because i think you know exactly what world I mean: Water/ocean/atlantis/doplphins, nostalgia, healing and comfort, childhood innocence, simplicity and emotional connections, reuniting with someone or something, being a wife and/or having children, floating in the deepths of the ocean or your consciousness, white marble, healing and finally releasing the blockages in your soul, love, compassion and mercy for yourself and that world, a unique vision or dream from childhood, a world that makes you truly feel alive - leaving the dull and exhausting past behind, "Bring back the mystery. Bring back the dreams."... on a side note you have a sharp intellect and strong principles and know what is right and wrong - you might be working for some court and enforcing law for the citizens there! Or some of you might plan out/script a whole society with rules and whatnot for this world, just follow your vision! Additional messages from my self made card deck: "non realistic visuals" - you might be loving anime/manga/webtoon or game worlds like genshin impact that are more otherworldly - with mythical creatures even (demons, angels, vampires, mermaids); "doing it for the plot" (saving someone, changing the ending,...) and "doing it for the activity" (studying, following a profession, travelling,...); "a world with tragedies", "villains and saints", "being overpowered", "slice of life" - enjoying just living your everyday life there

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 🎠

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile eight!

Wow, there are so many golden hues in every card I got for you - it makes me think of royalty, nobility, kindgdoms, wealth, and divinity! Even 8 is the number of abundance. What else am I getting... the natural cycle of life with ups and downs, destiny and fate shaping one life in that world, major turning points or you turning things around (cutting people off, preventing suffering, being a merciful ruler?), mythical creatures like angels, historical setting, literally being a king/queen/royal, having immense wealth or a great inheritance, gambling? lol, people there having a fanatic faith in something, being a lover and having a 'found family' and you fangirling for someone ("wow they are even better looking in real life")🤣, you will feel free and carefree, a very self indulgent place, having passionate 18+ experiences there and a bit of comedy haha, more realistic visuals even if it's based on a webtoon or fanfiction, some people dying because of childbirth? or having miscarriage (not you but someone close to you...another royal maybe?), you reading the room and knowing exactly what to do, you being a teacher or mentor to someone or you having one yourself, you being at service for the greater good, enlightment, taking care of the land and it's people, avoiding corruption, being benevolent and strong (in mind and heart), this could also be like a waiting room for you actually, you might plan/script a lot beforehand how you want it to be but once you're there the future will be surprising or unexpected - but not in a bad way!

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massivechildtidalwave · 3 months ago

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None of them remember when it first started to happen. Maybe it was the beginning when Yuu let Ace stay when he was kicked out the first time, or maybe it was after they became a group.

They slowly stopped hanging out in their own dorms, coaxed by the safety of Ramshackle into staying. The Dorm Leaders don't seem to pay much attention to it, too busy with recovering from their own overblots and progressing through school to notice their troublemakers leaving the dorms at night.

Crowley hadn't given much thought to the impact of overblots on those not overblotting. Those on the defending side were left without therapy or help or sometimes a true apology. Was it really so wrong then, that they hide away in the one place they knew was safe?

Ramshackle dorm was by all means a safety hazard but it was a safety hazard that could be fixed. You knew the risk of things breaking before even entering it. There was no surprise collarings or claws at your back within its walls, only the occasion fall through old floorboards that gave an audible warning before it occured.

Sebek still spends a couple of nights a month in Diasomnia and Ortho tends to his brother on a regular schedule to make sure he's still alive but the rest don't fully remember the last time they entered their assigned dorm room.

They have a closet filled with uniforms from their collective dorms and sometimes they'll pick the wrong ones when half asleep and need to go back and change. Epel in a Savanaclaw uniform had been an intresting sight- not helped by the sheer size of it.

The bedding situation is weird. By cleaning the dorm there are technically rooms avaliable however before that they had snuggled up in a mess of blankets in Yuus room.

Ocassionally one would try to sleep on the couch or in another bed in another room but they always came back to the nest.

Jack had complained a few times of the room looking like an actual Nest - a place of comfort hospitals and parents in the Sunset Savannah used as a safety zone to calm children.

A ridiculous thought seeing as none of them had felt like children for a long time.

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It was by second nature that their dorm leaders came to Ramshackle if they needed anything from them.

(Leona looked at the bed and floor covered in blankets and pillows and had started knocking to gain their attention before entering it. Something completely out of character for him that none of them could wrap their heads fully around. )

#TWST #Twisted wonderland #The sparkling school of villains

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armxnh · 3 months ago

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the first time he's ever been provoked to hit a child.

synopsis: he's jealous... jealous of a child.

characters: bakugo katsuki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima.

genre: fluff

warnings: fluff, jealousy( ? ).

masterlist.

bakugo katsuki

bakugo katsuki never saw himself as the jealous type.

he was top of his class—hell, probably top of the entire school. perfect grades, unmatched combat scores, and a sports festival champion. even as a third-year, he'd already built a reputation most pro heroes would kill for.

so no, jealousy wasn't something he thought he'd ever deal with. why should he? everyone knew you were his. and anyone with half a brain wouldn't dare look your way for more than five seconds—because they knew they didn't stand a chance. not when your boyfriend was him.

or at least... that's what he believed.

until today.

"god, villains really don't know when to quit, huh?" you groaned, stretching your arms over your head as your joints popped loudly in protest.

you and bakugo stood beside the police car as the cops made the villains enter the car—ignoring their protest about how 'they didn't do anything wrong'.

"yeah, well maybe if they had two brain cells to run together, they'd realize getting their asses kicked again isn't a fun hobby," your boyfriend muttered, handing you a bottle of water, before taking a sip of his.

you took the water gratefully, shooting him a tired smile, "thanks, kats"

bakugo just grunted in response, subtly brushing your shoulder with his as the villains were finally carted off. for a moment, things we're quiet. just another day of kicking villain ass walking away like the power couple you were.

and then it happened.

"(y/n)!" a small voice called out.

you turned just in time to catch a blur of energy as a kid—eight or nine maybe—came sprinting across the parking lot, weaving between police officers and tape like it was an obstacle course built for him.

"riku!" you laughed as the boy tackled your legs, "what are you doing here?"

riku looked up with the kind of sparkle in his eyes bakugo instantly recognized—and hated, "i saw the fight on the news and told my mom we had to come! you were so cool! you punched that villain through a wall!"

you crouched down to ruffle his hair. "it was more of a gentle wall-crash, but thanks sweetheart."

bakugo glared. sweetheart?

riku's face turned red as he rocked on his heels, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, "u-um... i-i made something for you!"

he fished in his backpack and pulled out a crayon drawing—poorly shaded and mostly stick figures, but it was you in your hero costume, fighting a bad guy, with hearts drawn all around the border.

you took it with a touched smile, "awe riku. this is amazing! i love it."

bakugo, behind you, looked like he was witnessing a crime. his eye twitched, "... are those hearts? around her head?"

riku turned around, "oh! i drew them 'cause she's my future wife!"

bakugo choked on his water.

you stared at the kid, caught between laughing and panicking. "riku- what?!"

the boy puffed out his chest proudly, "when i grow up, i'm gonna be a hero too. then i'm gonna ask (y/n) to marry me!"

bakugo took one long, slow step forward.

you recognized that face. it was the calm before the explosion.

"hey, little man," he said, voice low, "you know she's got a boyfriend, right?"

riku blinked, confused, "oh... you?"

"yeah. me." bakugo crossed his arms. "the guy who just blew up half a building and walked away without a scratch? ring a bell?"

riku frowned, then shrugged, "i'm not scared. heroes are supposed to be brave, right?"

bakugo's mouth fell open for half a second before he clamped it shut, visibly malfunctioning. "brave?"

you stepped in before katsuki declared war on a child. "okay! okay! time for riku to go back to his mom—who is very kindly waving and trying not to look horrified right now."

"but—!"

you gently pushed riku back toward the crowd, "thank you for the picture sweetheart. i'll hang it on the wall."

riku beamed at that, "i'll train really hard! you'll see!"

bakugo waited until the kid was well out of earshot before muttering, "i'm gonna buy you a diamond the size of your damn head. see how he likes that."

you laughed, slipping your hand into his, "you're not seriously jealous of a child, are you?"

"tch- i'm not jealous," he muttered.

you raised an eyebrow.

"...okay, maybe i am. a little."

"you do realize he still thinks girls have cooties, right?"

"he also thinks you're wife material," bakugo huffed, "which he's right about. but still."

you leaned into him, laughing. "don't worry, babe. you'll always be my number one hero."

he smirked, tightening his grip on your hand, "damn right i will."

denki kaminari

"c'mon, pretty—just one last game" denki pleaded, eyes glued to the glowing arcade screen.

you couldn't help but laugh. he'd been at it for nearly an hour now, completely hooked. according to him, beating the high score was way more important than studying with bakugo—who, in his words, was "an actual migraine in combat boots."

with a sigh, you crossed your arms, "alright... but don't come whining to me when you're up all night cramming for exam."

his face lit up like a kid on christmas morning, "you're the best," he grinned, pressing a quick kiss on your lips, "swear this is the last one. for real this time."

you just raised an eyebrow.

he did not, in fact, mean for real this time.

denki dove back into the game like his life depended on it, fingers flying across the buttons as neon lights flashed across the screen. you leaned against the machine next to him, sipping your drink and watching with an amused smile.

everything was peaceful.

until it wasn't.

"hey," came a tiny, confident voice from below.

you glanced down—and there he was. maybe eight years old, decked out in a gamer hoodie three sizes too big, and a pair of cartoon-printed sunglasses perched on his head like he was born to be a problem.

"are you with him?" the kid asked, jerking a thumb at denki.

you blinked, "yeah?"

he squinted at denki, unimpressed, "he doesn't look like a winner."

denki froze mid-jump, "...excuse me?"

the kid grinned up at you, "you're really pretty. you should ditch the loser and come hang out with me. i've got v-bucks."

you chocked on your drink, eyes wide, "what—?"

denki spun away from the arcade screen, "alright, little man. pipe down. she's mine."

the kid crossed his arms, "that's not how it works. if you're really her boyfriend, then prove it."

denki raised an eyebrow, "prove it how?"

the kid pointed to the screen, "final round. me versus you. winner gets the girl."

you looked between them, half-mortised, half hysterical.

"denki, he's a child."

denki was already cracking his knuckles, "doesn't matter. no kid's gonna flirt with my girl while i'm still holding a controller."

the machine blinked. player two joined.

the child took position.

you sighed, but couldn't stop the smile growing on your lips, "okay, but you're buying him ice cream if you make him cry."

denki smirked, eyes locked on the screen, "he started this. i'm just finishing it."

FIGHT!

the match was absurd. denki picked the flashiest character possible, spamming electric attacks like a man possessed. the kid? way to good for his age. thumb tapping like a professional, dodging and countering with perfectly timed combos.

a small crowd started gathering. a few people even started cheering. you stood back, arms crossed, watching your boyfriend and an eight-year-old battle like it was the fate of the world at stake.

"YEAH! TAKE THAT, PIKACHU MAN!" the kid yelled.

denki grinned. "big words for someone losing 3—1."

thee final round was neck-and-neck.

one bar of health each.

denki made the first move—risky—and landed a critical hit.

K.O

victory screen flashed.

denki dropped the controller with a dramatic sigh of relief and turned to the kid, "stay in school."

the kid pouted, "hmph. rematch when i'm ten."

he stomped off. denki turned to you, smug as ever. "so... still think i'm waisting time at the arcade?"

you wrapped your arms around his waist, "you just defended my honour in a video game death match against a third grader. i think that's marriage material."

he wiggled his eyebrows, "you say that now. wait until i beat someone in Dance Dance Revolution."

eijiro kirishima

eijiro sat on your bed, staring down at the phone in his hands—your phone. his gaze was fixed, as if he was trying to make sense of something that refused to make sense at all.

you two had been together for just over six months, and for eijiro, they'd been the happiest months of his life. he trusted you more than anyone he'd ever known. if you asked his to jump off a bridge, he probably would—because you'd only ask if you had a good reason—that's how much he trusts you.

not once in those six months had he felt the need to check your phone or asked for your location. his trust was solid. unbreakable.

until today.

when you stepped outside the room and your phone wouldn't stop buzzing, so he reached for it without thinking—just to make sure everything was okay. maybe it was your parents, or something urgent. he didn't meant to snoop.

but what he found knocked the air out of him.

over twenty messages. all from someone named yuki.

yuki: are you still coming over tonight???????? hellooooooo (y/nnnnnnnnn) i miss you i wanna play with you the same as yesterday!

and it kept going.

messages after message, filled with some kind of rope-related game and references to having done it every night this week.

and then it hit him.

you'd told him you needed to visit your parents because of family issues. was that a lie? had you used them as a cover to meet him?

the thought alone made his stomach twist.

his mind raced, spiralling, he didn't even hear the dorm door open. not until your voice broke the silence.

"i know you said you already ate, but i thought we could watch that new show together and—"

you stopped mid-sentence. you arms, full of snacks, lowered slightly as you took in the look on your boyfriend's face. his head was down, his grip on your phone so tight his knuckles were white.

you dropped the snacks onto the desk without a second look and rushed to him, cupping his face gently with your hands, "eiji? are you okay?'

he didn't respond right away. his eyes were a storm—hurt, anger, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite name.

eiji swallowed. his voice barely above a whisper, "do you... do you love me?"

"what?" you blind stunned. "of course i love you, eijiro! why would you even—wait... is this about those fans who started shipping me with izuku again? because you know that's just stupid—"

he reached up and took your wrist, gently lowering your hand then, he placed your phone in your palm.

"i need you to be honest with me..." he said quietly. "have i not been good to you? please tell me this is just some weird misunderstanding and not that you've found someone else—"

you looked down at your phone. the screen still showed yuki's texts.

"pffft"

eijiro's brows furrowed, hurt flashing in his eyes, "did you just... laugh?"

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the grin that was already tugging at your lips. "i—i'm sorry, it's just—you're so cute when you're jealous!" you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

he instinctively leaned into your touch, but quickly pulled back, still confused, "i don't get it..."

you stood up, tugging him up by the hand, "come on, big guy. there's someone i want you to meet."

thanks to your quirk—spacial manipulation—you snapped the two of you through a portal in a blink. one second you were in your dorm room; the next, you stood outside a house—your neighbours' house.

eijiro looked around, confused, "wait... why are we—"

"(y/n)!!"

a voice interrupted him—small, high-pitched, full of excitement.

"hey there, yuki!" you called back.

eijiro turned toward the voice. a child—no more than 10 years old—ran up to you, throwing his arms around your waist with a big grin.

a kid.

a ten years old kid.

and in that moment, eijiro felt his soul leave his body.

he'd been jealous... of this?

you ruffled his hair as he beamed up at you, completely oblivious to the emotional torment eijiro was hit with.

"yuki, this is eijiro," you said tugging him gently forward by the hand, "the boyfriend i was telling you about."

yuki's eyes lit up wide with excitement, "red riot?! woah—you didn't tell me he was that cool!"

you chuckled, "yeah, sorry, he gets shy when people fangirl."

eijiro blinked. once. twice. and then, the puzzle pieces clicked together.

"you... this is the yuki?" h asked, voice cracking slightly as the color rushed to his cheeks. "the one from the texts?"

yuki nodded proudly, "yup! we've been playing spy games every night this week! she ties me up, and i try to escape, and then she catches men again—like a ninja!"

your boyfriend scrubbed a hand over his face, groaning, "oh my god. i thought—i mean, i really thought—"

"that i was cheating on you with someone whose idea of flirting is pretending to be kidnapped and yelling 'no fair, i almost had it this time' while covered in couch cushions?" you teased gently.

he chuckled despite himself, dragging a hand through his hair, "i feel like the biggest idiot in japan right now."

you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist, "hey, no. you're not an idiot. you just... overthink a lot. maybe a little too much for your own good."

eijiro melted into the hug with a sheepish smile, "i should've trusted you."

"you do trust me. that was just a moment." you leaned back, pressing a small kiss on his jaw, before meeting his eyes, "next time, just ask me. no silent suffering, okay?"

he nodded, "i love you... so so much."

you felt your face warm up at the way he looked at you, "i love you, too."

as yuki raced inside, yelling something about showing 'red riot his secret base,' you and eijiro followed slowly behind, fingers intertwined.

"so... you still wanna watch that show tonight?" you asked.

eijiro smiled, "only if you promise not to tie me up afterward."

you looked your boyfriend up and down, a smirk on your face, "no promises."

ⓒarmxnh

#armxnh writes ♡#my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #eijiro kirishima #eijiro x reader

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pomefioredove · 4 months ago

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Hello! Could I have a chocolate, #1, with sprinkles and whipped cream please? <3

mwahmwah rollo

order #1, chocolate with whipped cream, sprinkles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ when it's over

summary: with a reader whose been traumatized by magic tropes: royalty au, hurt/comfort characters: rollo additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is not yuu

The royal party had been nothing but problems, problems, problems. Poor Rollo, the diligent Student Council President, the very soul without whom this entire event would cease to exist, had run himself ragged.

Of course, nothing went right.

First, the royal procession was late. Not by a few minutes, not even by an hour, but by the time that lunch had gone cold and the crowds with it. Rollo had simply never seen such disrespectful tardiness, and he had to suspend his personal welcoming of the Night Raven College students to attend to the royal party.

Then, the play that had been arranged in honor of the visiting sovereigns was interrupted, and then the festival was pushed up by an hour, and then it was almost evening and Rollo's headache had not gone.

He sniffled into his handkerchief. He wasn't crying, nor was he sick, but his nose was wrinkled so tightly it made his voice nasally and noxious. He, not an aide in his dutiful place, should have welcomed the Night Raven students. He had wanted to see what he was up against tonight.

Rollo stuffs the handkerchief into his pocket. No matter. There's still time.

The royal party, that of a distant place he had no interest in outside of the lecture hall and the library, would be kept entertained by the festivities. There was still much drinking to be done. Rollo could slip away for ten minutes to attend to the Night Raven students, and no one would notice.

He hadn't taken one step.

"Excuse me? Monsieur Flamme, was it?"

He stops at the meek epithet. Too polite to be a Night Raven College student.

"Yes, that's right. May I-" he hesitates as you come into the light. The youngest of the visiting family. "...Ah... It's you."

Adorned in the finest cloth of your countrymen, eyes sparkling. You had addressed him in the language of Fleur City, which tells Rollo that you're educated. Enough, at least.

"You should be enjoying the fireworks with your friends. Is something amiss?"

You hesitate. He really does not have time for this. The evening bell is set to ring in an hour.

"...I was hoping you might find me somewhere to sit. I feel unwell,"

Wonderful. Rollo smothers a sigh in his handkerchief, and then leads you into the school.

The soft gray light of early evening, cast through the arched windows and past the strenuous pillars, is naught but a reminder of how little daylight Rollo has to spare.

"...Unwell, you say," he repeats, prodding into the soft silence. Rollo knows that you must have had plenty a place to sit, and if you were truly "unwell", as you had put it, that one of your many aides or servants would attend to you. But you went to him. Why?

"...I am moderately versed in medicine. What are your symptoms?"

He lets you into the student council room. The heavy oaken door thuds shut.

"Oh..." you say. And nothing more. Rollo raises an eyebrow at your silence. Caught in your own lie?

He gives you his arm, as a good man ought to (if only he were a good man), and helps you into a seat.

"...Just a bit lightheaded,"

"Hm," Rollo hums. "Too much to drink?"

"Oh, no, never. Not with my... you know," you say. "It was only... a lot of noise. And light."

Rollo sympathizes with that. It was those Night Raven villains who had set off those fireworks, wasn't it?

"You're welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like. I apologize for the... er, commotion," he mumbles. "...It was not planned."

"Wasn't it?"

"No," he says, sternly. "I would never... ahem. The students of Noble Bell conduct themselves with more restraint.

...Especially around a dangerous thing like magic."

You almost smile. "You don't play with matches, then?"

"We don't stick our fingers in fire,"

He stands against the wall beside you, studying your posture and pose. Not so tense anymore, he notes.

"...I see," you say. "Well, that's a relief."

Is it, he wonders. "You didn't enjoy that disgus... that... display? Everyone else seemed to."

"I'm not really a fan of magic,"

It's not easy to surprise Rollo Flamme. He's a man of diligence, of devotion. He plans his days, weeks, months, years to perfection, never leaves an end loose, a thread dangling.

This surprises him.

His eyes widen.

"...I see. Is your family not..."

"Mages?" you finish. "I'm surrounded by them. But I'm... not, no."

He is suddenly not so worried about the Night Raven College students.

"...And you don't care for it? Magic?"

Your posture, your pointed toes and proud shoulders, shudders, like a candle flame in wind. Rollo hasn't seen that before, but he's felt it.

"...Not really. I've had some..." you begin.

"Experiences," he finishes, folding his hands. "I understand."

It's getting darker. The Bell, his Bell, will need him soon. But he can't leave you. His heart won't allow it.

His mind will.

"Stay in here, for the rest of the evening. I'll come for you when it's over," he does not specify what "it" means.

You nod, eyes wide, warm (or is that just the effect of the fire?) the color of flame dancing against your skin. Rollo hesitates. He sets a hand on your shoulder and presses his fingers into the soft flesh, as if to confirm that you're real, that you'll stay.

"I'll come for you," he repeats.

And with more determination than he had even that morning, Rollo heads for the bell tower.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rollo flamme x reader

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insomniac4000 · 26 days ago

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A house, a home. ChrisMD fluff

Reader and Chris move in together, George and Arthur are sad.

Chris sat on the floor of the living room, legs crossed like a kid on Christmas morning, an open laptop resting on the coffee table in front of him. She was seated on the sofa behind him, peering over his shoulder, wearing his favourite green jumper she had now claimed and eating from a tub of Ben & Jerry’s as they clicked through websites, browsing kitchen islands and bar stools.

“I still think the matte black tap is cooler,” Chris said, turning to look at her with a grin.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s a kitchen, babe, not a Bond villain’s lair.”

“But look a pull-out spray nozzle, just like on TV.” he said, miming the movement dramatically. She laughed at his innocence, leaned over further and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Fine. You can have your tap. But I want that fridge.” She pointed and Chris followed her finger on the screen. It was massive, had a touch screen, and even dispensed sparkling water. “It’s £2,500.”

“Yeah,” she said sweetly, “but think of all the beer and cheese we could store.”

He groaned but smiled. “Deal. If I get the evil tap, you get the evil fridge.”

“Now that’s a compromise!” She smiled and kissed Chris’s cheek

Behind them, George and Arthur lingered awkwardly in the doorway, silently watching the scene unfold. Arthur had a half-eaten bowl of cereal in hand, and George was pretending not to care while quietly chewing the inside of his cheek.

“God, they’re so domestic it makes me feel ill,” Arthur muttered.

“Look at them,” George whispered. “They’ve turned into those people. Next, they’ll be talking about colour swatches and heated floors.”

Chris looked up. “Heated floors are actually already in the house,” he said with a smug smile.

“You’re insufferable.” Arthur groaned. George tried to smirk along, but there was something deeper tugging at his chest. He glanced at Chris again, noticing that proper puppy dog eyed look Chris gave her. Chris had moved in with George and Arthur a couple of years ago; they made videos together, stayed up late making ridiculous Tiktok’s or joining George’s stream or arguing over takeaway orders. This wasn’t just Chris moving out. It was the end of an era. George had looked up to Chris in a way and Chris had definitely helped him out a lot, he was really going to miss living with him.

“Right,” She said brightly, clapping her hands and sitting upright. “Should we go see the house again tomorrow? I want to measure the office for desks and get Kon in for set ups.

Chris nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I have no plans tomorrow.”

Arthur groaned. “You lot are going again? What are you even measuring? You must have every square inch of that place burned into your brain.”

George looked at Chris. “You really are moving out, huh?”

Chris paused and looked between them. “Yeah. I mean… it’s time, isn’t it?”

Arthur shrugged, and George nodded, but both were quiet. She noticed. She didn’t say anything, but she gave Chris’s hand a little squeeze when he sat beside her. They hadn’t been together that long but Chris knew, they both knew this was it, this was end game.

“Why don’t you guys come with us if you’re not busy? We’d love for you to see it,” she suggested softly. She knew how much wanted his friends to see it plus she thought it might clear up any concerns or misconceptions the boys had.

The next morning was grey and drizzly, it was a bank holiday in August so that fit the bill but despite the weather Chris was in a jovial mood. He’d barely slept the night before, pacing the flat like a kid about to go on a school trip, the butterflies you’d feel on Christmas eve. She had eventually told him to sit down or she was going to duct-tape him to the sofa.

Arthur and George had reluctantly agreed to come see the house, partly out of curiosity and partly because they couldn’t quite believe Chris had actually bought it. The four of them squished into the hire car, the hum of the radio filling the car as they made their way down the M25. Chris had said it was forty minutes away like it was nothing but none of them realised how long forty minutes was until they did the drive. Eventually Chris turned off into the driveway and Arthur’s jaw dropped.

“Mate,” George said, stepping out of the car slowly, “this is not a house. This is an estate.”

The house sat nestled between tall hedges and a cornelian cherry tree in the frong garden, with ivy starting to climb one corner of the white-brick exterior. It looked like something from a movie. It had five bedrooms, three-bathrooms, it was a behemoth with a garden so big you could get lost in it. Hanging baskets were already in place, and a huge bay window looked out over the driveway.

Chris beamed as he unlocked the door. “Wait till you see the inside.”

They stepped into a wide hallway with high ceilings and oak floors. The air smelled like fresh paint and the excitement radiating off Chris and his girl. She turned to look at Chris and smiled, her eyes wide. “I still can’t believe this is ours.”

George and Arthur followed them through the house like tourists at a palace. Each room was more impressive than the last: a modern kitchen with quartz countertops and skylights, a cosy living room with a working fireplace, a master bedroom with a walk-in wardrobe and ensuite. Then they walked down to the basement, Chris flipped the switch with a smug look on his face. George and Arthur gasped at the big screen filling the end wall and comfy chairs and bean bags pointed at it, it was a fully fledged cinema room.

Arthur looked like he was about to cry. “I didn’t even know I wanted a cinema room until now.”

“Do you know what I was doing yesterday?” George said, arms crossed. “Fishing old chips out of the sofa cushions and yelling at Arthur because he lost the TV remote again.”

She giggled. “Well, you’re welcome here anytime. You can even fish chips out of our sofa cushions, just not the expensive one.”

They ended up in the garden, standing in the drizzle under a massive oak tree while Chris talked about building a BBQ and patio area and she pointed out where she wanted her herb garden and maybe even a little vegetable patch.

It was then that George really saw it, saw her. Not just as Chris’s girlfriend, but as someone who was visibly, deeply moved. Her arms were crossed tight across her chest, but her eyes were glossy as she looked back at the house.

“You alright?” George asked gently, the two got on well but it was more of a “boyfriends friend” relationship then a slod friendship of their own.

She nodded, then swallowed. “Yeah. Sorry. I just… I’ve never really had this before.”

Arthur looked over. “Had what?”

“A home,” she said simply. “I mean… I’ve had places to sleep, but they were never really mine. Or safe. With my dad being in the military we moved around a lot as kids, when he was killed my mum really couldn’t cope so they moving never stopped. Then I was just passed from relative to relative as she spiralled. Then uni was chaotic, and then I was travelling and couch-surfing to make my videos work. I’ve never really stood in one place and thought, ‘this is mine. I belong here.’”

George didn’t know what to say. Neither did Arthur.

Chris walked up quietly behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You belong here,” he said softly. “This is your home. Our home.” She leaned into him, and the moment was so still, that neither George nor Arthur could joke their way out of it. It didn’t feel right to break the tension.

Later that evening, back at the flat, the three boys sat on the worn old sofa, surrounded by empty takeaway containers and half-drunk cans of beer.

“She’s good for him,” Arthur said eventually.

George nodded. “Yeah. He’s good for her too.”

They sat in silence a bit longer. Arthur pulled a cushion over his lap.

“I’m gonna miss him,” he said. “Stupid idiot.”

“Me too, but it’s good for him, it’s good for both of them.”

Over the next two weeks, Chris and her lives became a whirlwind of packing, trips to IKEA, measuring things with unnecessary precision, and trying to learn how survey’s worked. They filmed it, of course, she was doing a chaotic vlog where she got lost in the wardrobe aisle for 45 minutes and Chris making some subtle references in his videos.

George and Arthur helped too, in their own way, building furniture with increasingly unhinged arguments, carrying boxes, and aggressively claiming dibs on the guest bedroom with the best light.

On move-in day, She stood in the empty living room with her arms crossed, looking around at the blank walls and echoing floors.

“You okay?” Chris asked, placing a box labelled Blankets / Weird Mug Collection on the counter.

She turned to him, tears in her eyes. “I’m scared.”

He blinked. “Of what?”

She smiled shakily. “That it’s too good. That I’ll mess it up. That something will go wrong.”

Chris walked to her, brushing a stubborn but of hair from her cheek. “Hey. You’re not going to mess anything up. This isn’t some fragile thing that disappears if you touch it wrong. This is real. And we built it together.”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “Even when there’s paint on your face and IKEA screws in your socks.”

She laughed, and it broke the tension. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That night, Chris and She sat in the middle of their new living room surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, eating pizza off paper towels and drinking prosecco straight from the bottle.

“This is it,” She whispered. “This is the first night.”

Chris looked around. “It already feels like home.”

“It really does,” she said, leaning into him. “Expect maybe a dog.”

“One thing at a time,” Chris laughed.

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