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27 DRESSES (5/6)

You try not to lose your mind while planning your sisters wedding to the man you're in love with. All the while, a certain blonde haired reporter can't seem to leave you alone

noquirklau, movie turned fanfic,

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Tess is taking the news of Keigo’s newspaper scandal much worse than you are.

It was probably stupid of you to think she’d be there to offer a comforting shoulder. You’d trudged home right after your embarrassingly public outburst, not bothering to wait for the tow truck or your dad’s car. You couldn’t spend one more second near Keigo, because every single time you looked at your face your body burned with his betrayal.

You’d hailed a cab, and tried to ignore the recognition in his face when you’d gotten into the backseat. And he wasn’t the only one. On your walk down the street to your place, when the barista who handed you the horribly overpriced coffee. They all looked at you in a way that screamed ‘I’ve just read about you in the paper’. One woman even had the nerve to stop you, like you were some kind of celebrity.

It was all just reminder after another of what he’d done. You’re surprised you made it home without breaking down again in the street. But that would come tonight, with your favourite tub of ice cream and your heated blanket. 

It was horrible enough that you’d done it once. You can’t remember the last time you’d cried about a man, liked one enough to do so. 

Your key clinks against your keychains as you push your door open, dumping your purse on the ground. You’re in desperate need of a shower, the smell of Keigo and the leather of your car seats still pressed into your skin. You also need someone to cry to. It’s moments like this where you miss your mother the most. But, she’s not here, so the next best thing is spending the rest of the day alone, rotting in bed.

“How could you let this happen?” You hear a shriek from inside your place, and your eyes slip shut, cursing under your breath.

When you walk in, Tess is pacing your living room angrily. She waves the newspaper in your face like you didn’t already know, like it’s not the only thing you’ve been thinking about for the last two hours.

“I didn’t-“

“How could you let this happen to me?” She shrieks.

You pause. “What?”

“If Jane is the stereotypical, accommodating bridesmaid,” she reads, “then her sister, Tess, is the overbearing bride-to-be, who at any moment, might start stomping around Manhattan, breathing fire and swatting planes from the sky!" Her voice gets more crazed as she reads, punctuating her sentence with a frustrated yell.

It’s sort of funny, if you’re being honest. There’s that signature writing you love so much. 

You almost collapse on the couch, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. “I had no idea he was writing an article about me.”

“You? He- He called me Bridezilla in front of the whole of New York!” She screeches and you wince. Tess’ voice reaches decibels you don’t think any human should be able to.

You choose to ignore her. She’s seething, mumbling threats and things you think might be enough to get her arrested, when your home phone rings. And of course, you know exactly who’s on the other line. Keigo has called you a million times since you left, you’re sure, and you’d ignored each and every one. You can’t bring yourself to block his number, though.

Tess leave the phone at first, but you think the incessant ringing is interrupting her fit, because she yanks it off the receiver after a few seconds. “What?”

You see the already angry expression on her face tighten, and your earlier suspicions about who’s on the phone are proven right. “The only person you will be talking to is my lawyer! And- I don’t have one but I’ll find one.”

You can’t hear him through the phone, but there’s not much point trying, seeing as after calling him an asshole, Tess ends the call abruptly. She snatches her bag off your coffee table.

“I gotta get out of here.” She snaps. “Warn traffic control! Bridezilla is on the loose!” 

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Work is harder this way, with everyone’s eyes on you. You walk through the building with your head down, not stopping to speak to a single soul, slamming the door of your office behind you. Everyone is smart enough to realise that roughly translates to ‘leave me alone’. Rumi, of course, doesn’t take the slam as the obvious hint that it is, and comes in without knocking only five minutes later.

You don’t look up, focused on your laptop. You’ve had the same blank email open in front of you since you sat down, wondering if there’s any way to remove an article from a newspaper that’s already been printed. 

You glance up at Rumi. Her mouth twitches, like she’s about to laugh.

“Don’t say anything.” 

Rumi holds her hands in the air. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

She walks around to your side of the desk, leaning on it as she looks down at you with a mix of pity and concern. 

“It's no big deal. It's just an article… on the front page of the section with about a million pictures of your beautiful face on it.”

You send her a glare. She smiles sheepishly. “It’s no big deal.”

“Rumi-“

The door swings open, again without knocking. This time, it’s Togata in front of you, so any harsh words you were about to say fall silent. Rumi’s eyes widen, and you think she’s about to leave so you grab the edge of her trousers, pulling her to stay with you.

You feel so embarrassed. Like it’s somehow your fault that any of this happened. It’s bad for you, sure, but it was Tess and Togata’s wedding article that had been ruined, and you’re sure Togata’s here to let you have it.

“Y/N-“

You cut him off. “Togata, I had no idea he was writing that. I would’ve-“

“He’s a jerk, Y/N.” He says it with conviction, a gentle look in his eyes, and you feel the tension slip out your shoulders.

“He took advantage of you. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, I just. I feel like I should’ve seen this coming.” You laugh a little breathlessly, but it sounds strained. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising.” He shakes his head. “I came in here to make sure you’re okay.”

Your heart clenches a little. You nod a little frantically. “I’ve been better. Just- Just trying to get through it.” 

“I mean, does anybody even read that section?” You think he’s trying to reassure you, but it’s not doing much.

Because you do. Every time it drops, you skip the useless drivel and read whatever Keigo had written that day. And Keigo knew that.

You smile weakly. “Nobody.”

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It’s getting increasingly closer to Tess’ wedding date, and so the rush to finish the last few things are all falling into motion quickly. Today is the day you’ve been dreading the most, where Tess will stand in front of you and her tailors, flaunting your mothers wedding dress in your face, and awaiting compliments.

It’s been a crap week. And this, the dress you’d been dreaming about since you were ten years old being shoved in your face is really taking your suffering to the next step. But, it’s fine. It’ll be your turn one day. If any man will propose to someone better suited as a bridesmaid and not a bride, you think bitterly.

You try to fix your face. Tess had spent the entire journey here complaining about the article. The phone calls and emails she’d been sent by just about everyone she knew, the embarrassment. Oh, how you pity her.

The leather seat you’re sitting on sticks to your thighs. The place is fancy, and cold the way expensive clothes shops always are. You glance at your reflection in the big long mirrors all over the walls, and wince at the heavy bags under your eyes. 

It’s just you here. Tess said she only wanted your opinion, and it warmed your heart just enough that you agreed. She’s taking her sweet time though. It’s already been forty five minutes of her in the dressing room, and you groan loud enough for her to hear.

“Come on, Tess.” You yell, already impatient.

“Alright, alright. Close your eyes, I’m coming out!”

You do, the sound of shuffling material loud as she steps out. Her shoes click on the tiled floor and you can hear the smile in her voice as she speaks.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

She looks pretty in white, you think. You smile, chest tightening at the sight of your baby sister about to get married. In your mother’s dress, no less. But then you look a little closer.

And you realise it’s not your mother’s dress. 

You’re confused. She’d practically grovelled at your feet for it, and the one she’s wearing now is pretty, but. It’s not your mothers. You’d know. You’d stared at it enough times to recognise it anywhere. 

You sit up a little, brows furrowing. “I- I thought you were wearing mum's dress?”

Tess beams at you. “This is mum's dress. Well, parts of it.”

You think your heart might really give out this week. Your hand grips the leather seat you’ve been sitting on, swallowing roughly.

“What?”

“Well, you know. It was just so old-fashioned, so we used the parts that we could.” 

She explains lightly, not even looking at you as the seamstress adjusts the bodice, completely oblivious to your turmoil as she checks herself out in the big mirrors in front of her.

“You cut up mums wedding dress?” You breathe.

Tess is back to explaining, but you can’t even hear her. One of the women in the store come over with the pieces leftover, and Tess lets you know that ‘you can have the rest for your wedding.’

Your fingers trail over the soft material, the same material you’ve been achingly dreaming about for the past ten years. Tess knew. Tess knew how much you loved this dress and she massacred it without a single thought for you. 

And maybe it’s everything with Keigo, or maybe the fact she’s been working you to the bone for the past god knows how long, without so much as a thank you. But you’re livid. You’re so sick of Tess, of her whining and her need for everything to be her way, all the time.

You throw the material down beside you, shooting to your feet. 

“You cut up mum’s wedding dress?” You repeat your words with more anger this time.

Tess shoots you a weird look. “Well. Technically, Mary did.” She jokes, pointing to the woman pinning her dress up. “Speaking of, Mary, I think we should hem-“

“No. No, no, no!” You yell.

Tess glares at you, clearly embarrassed by your outburst. But you don’t care. You’ve never met anyone as selfish as your sister, someone as uncaring. And it’s like the last twenty years of it has built up, the coil in your gut exploding.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, Jesus.” She mumbles.

You growl, shaking your head. “God, you don’t care about anyone but yourself, do you?”

Tess mouths open in shock a little. “What?”

“Don’t you what me! I always made excuses because Mom died when you were little but enough is enough!”

You don’t think you’ve ever yelled at Tess like this. You don’t think you’ve ever yelled at anyone like this.

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

You make a decision then, the annoyed tilt of her brows helping you set it in stone. Tess, unfortunately, is your sister. So as rude, and as selfish as she is, she is yours to deal with for the rest of your lives. But Togata? He doesn’t deserve to be lumped with her. Not the fantasy version she’s led him to believe she is.

You gesture to the tatters of the dress on the floor. “I can’t undo what you’ve done. But I won’t let you hurt Togata. You even- You even dragged Midoriya into your lies!” You yell.

You fumble in your bag for your phone. “He’s not one of your Eurotrash boyfriends, he’s a good person. And you have to tell him! You can’t- build a relationship on lies.”

And maybe a little of your own issues are seeping into your yelling, but that’s not important.

Tess scoffs. “Oh yeah, and you know this how? From all your past successful relationship?”

It’s a low blow, and you know she’s just trying to hurt you. “You tell him, or I will.”

“You won’t.” The way she’s smiling at you, full of pity and condescension, just hurts. Your own sister. You blink back the threat of tears. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly, Y/N. And you definitely wouldn’t hurt your sister.”

You smile at her wryly. “That was yesterday. Today you’re just some bitch who broke my heart and cut up my mothers wedding dress.”

You relish in the hurt that flashes across her face as you storm out.

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You feel very vindictive right now. Which isn’t good, because you’ve never felt quite so pissed off your whole life, which probably means you’re going to do something you’ll regret later. But you don’t really care about that right now.

Tonight is Tess and Togata’s rehearsal evening. Everybody’s here. Your dad, your cousins, her long list of guests and you, fitted with a little black dress and a scowl. You wish you were anywhere but here. You’ve already had four cousins ask you about the article, and your least favourite aunt made an especially snarky comment that your little sister was getting married before you, and she was wondering how that made you feel. You’d told her that at least you can “have really hot sex with strangers”, which had shocked her enough for you to slip away.

You’re on your third glass of champagne, the bubbly liquid slipping easily down your throat. You spot Rumi across the room, sipping her own glass, and you make a beeline for her. She sends you a quizzical look at the expression on your face, but it’s quickly gone as she rakes her eyes over you.

“You look hot. I might even be into you.”

You ignore the compliment, pressing the USB stick into her hand. “Okay. It’s on the desktop under ‘Tess and Togata.’” 

The stupid slideshow that you’d been forced to make. You’d actually remade it last night. Added a few extra things Togata might like to see. Rumi peers at you curiously.

“Are you okay?”

You take the glass out of her hand and down it in one swift chug. 

“That’s not water, by the way.”

You catch sight of Tess and Togata, and your face slips into something more determined.

“Okay.” You hand Rumi the now empty glass, and stalk towards them.

Togata instantly smiles at you. He looks good, the pressed suit and the joy that comes easy to his face. Tess looks shocked, like she’s surprised you’d actually shown up. You hadn’t spoken a word to her since your argument at the tailors, and she fixes you with a questioning gaze.

“Hi.” You smile a little too widely back at them.

“Y/N, thank you so much for this.” Togata’s hand brushes the bare skin of your shoulder. It doesn’t have the same effect it usually does, but you attest that to the overload of emotions you’re feeling.

“Sure.”

One of the waiters brush past you, a tray of pigs in blankets in his hand. You make a satisfied noise, grabbing two off it. You pop one into your mouth.

“Wow, delicious. You want one, Tess?”

Tess laughs, but she doesn’t look like she finds it very funny. “No.” She says, her voice sharp. “I don’t eat that stuff.”

So she hasn’t told him. You nod slowly, eating the other one. “Right. Well, I’m going to go do the slideshow.”

You turn abruptly, not giving them any goodbyes. You’re stopped before you can get too far, and you turn back to see Tess holding your wrist tightly. She looks worried. You want to tell her she should be, but that’ll only ruin the surprise.

“You’re only going to say what I wrote, right?” She whispers.

You smile sweetly. “Of course. A perfect bridesmaid always does what she’s asked.”

You tug your hand out her grasp and make your way to the front of the room. You clear your throat, grabbing the microphone one of the audio guys hands you. You stand to the side, the slideshow you’d curated bright and fluorescent on the projector beside you. The room falls into silence as you step forward a little.

You’ve done plenty of speeches before. But this one feels a little more important than most.

“Hello, everyone. In case you haven’t read already, I’ve already been to quite a few weddings.” You start.

There’s a little bit of laughter around the room, nervous about laughing at your joke judging by the terse tone of your voice.

“So to start things off, I thought you should all know the truth about Tess and Togata.” 

You turn to the screen, which shows a picture you’d taken of them a few weeks ago at the engagement.

“Tess and Togata are a perfect couple. No, a divine couple. A couple whose love is the stuff of myths. Their compatibility is so exact that it can only be described as having been designed by the gods.”

It's hard to keep the blatant disbelief out of your tone, but you try. These are all Tess’ words, cheesy and fake.

“Since a picture is worth a thousand words I put together a slide show so you can all see for yourselves.”

The first picture is cute. Baby ones, all chubby faces and rosy cheeks. There’s a collections of awes around the room, and you smile sarcastically.

“From the very beginning, these two were destined for each other.”

Tess smiles happily, squeezing Togata’s arm. They’re sitting right in front of you, so you get a full view of every single emotion on their faces. 

“Togata and Tess have always shared a love of furry creatures.”

Togata’s picture is cute. He looks to be about seven, cheesing at the camera with his hand touching the back of a goat at some petting zoo. Tess, on the other hand, not as much. It’s one of her and Toby, a scowl on her face as the dog looks up at her happily.

And then you see it. The small flicker of fear in Tess, her smile flattering just slightly. Togata just laughs. You think he thinks that was a joke. 

"As they grew up, they both shared the same level of dedication and commitment to their education.”

Togata’s picture was him at his graduation, a diploma in one hand and his other around his mother. Tess’s picture is her at cheerleading practise, getting concerningly close with one of the football players, his hand far too high on her exposed thighs. 

Togata’s face falters a little, but he saves it quickly, laughing, trying to ignore the gasps from your more prudish aunts. 

“You look great, Tess.” He chuckles. Tess looks a little mortified.

"And civic responsibility,” you continue. This picture is Togata volunteering at a soup kitchen, and Tess half-naked (again) at a car wash.

“He was interested in International affairs. And so was she.” 

Togata working abroad at a foreign school teaching English. Tess in the arms of too many European men.

It’s mean. It’s cruel, but Tess has forced your hand. You’d given her too many chances to be honest, and not only had she not taken them, she’d also spit in your face while she refused them. 

But you notice Rumi, then, face in her hands, and that is when you start to feel the first slither of doubt.

"And today, Tess and George still share the same values.”

This picture is your favourite. Tess, quite unflatteringly, eating a plate piled high with ribs, her engagement ring glinting in the light.

"Their love is based on a deep understanding and acceptance of who the other person really is.” 

There’s a low murmur of chatter and shock that’s passed over the room. Togata is staring at the screen, trying hard to figure out what it is he’s looking at.

"The love of two true soul mates. Tess and Togata.”

You lock eyes with Tess. “So here's to the most perfect couple brought together by destiny. I'm so proud of you, Baby Sister.” Raising your glass for a toast.

There is no toast. 

Togata looks angry. It’s not an emotion you see on him really, and you’re sure it’s not just anger you’re witnessing. Tess is whispering something you can’t hear, her face tense, and Rumi quickly drags you off stage.

She takes your place, clapping her hands together. “Okay, that was- Right. To keep the merriment going, Togata’s brother Midoriya has something he wants to say.”

Midoriya takes the mic from her hands, green hair like a halo around his face, and he smiles wide enough his eyes crease. You glance at Togata and Tess.

“So safe to say you’re not a vegetarian.” His voice is clipped, and Tess shakes her head.

“Togata, that was taken a really long time ago, and-“

“So why exactly were you wearing your engagement ring?” 

Tess falters. She’s interrupted by Midoriya tapping his finger against the mic.

“Thank you. As all you know, Togata is my big brother. But he's more than that. He's my best friend.” Midoriya beams, and Togata relaxes just slightly. Maybe Midoriya can save this shit show of a rehearsal.

“And now Togata has Tess, who's- who's really, really cool 'cause she's gonna help me start my own cleaning business!” He says with a flourish.

In your defence, you did not tell Midoriya to say that. Tess’ face burns, and Togata’s mouth drops open a little in shock.

“So I'm only doing Togata’s place right now. But if anyone is in the market for a really good cleaning service please see me in the lobby.”

That’s enough for Togata to push to his feet, pushing Tess’ hand off his shoulder.

“Togata- Please, let me explain.” She pleads, following after him immediately.

And Tess looks guilty, yes, but she also looks hurt. Her lip quivers as she chases after Togata, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. And now that the adrenaline has worn off, and your anger feels vindicated, you’re left with a gaping hole of regret gnawing at your chest.

The room is left in a mess as they leave. Nobody knows if they should stay, if they should go, or if they should interfere with the argument you can all hear happening in the room beside you. 

You’re frozen on the side of the stage. Rumi walks over to where you’re slowly regretting every single thing you’d done tonight, elbow knocking into your side as she crosses her ams.

“So,” She says carefully, “What happened?”

“He needed to know the truth.” You try and sound sure of yourself, but it falls flat to your own ears.

“You could've told him face-to-face.” She counters. “I mean, I know that my moral compass doesn't exactly point due north but if I say something's wrong, something's wrong.”

Rumi looks disappointed in you. You’d been friends for years, and in all that time she’d been angry with you, upset. But never disappointed. It makes something ugly flare in your chest.

“You're the one who is always telling me to stand up for myself.” You argue, and she scoffs a little.

“Yeah. But that's not what you did.”

She points to the door, at the sound of the couple-to-be arguing in the background, still audible over the increasing chatter in the room.

“What you did was unleash twenty years of repressed feelings in one night.” She muses.

You want to argue back. Defend yourself a little. But she’s right.

“It was entertaining,” she laughs a little, “don't get me wrong, but if it was the right thing to do, you'd feel better right now.” 

She fixes you with a look. “Do you feel better right now?”

You don’t. You feel like absolute crap. Before you can scrounge up a reply, Tess flies into the room. She ignores the looks of concern and intrigue from the guests to run right to you, mascara falling in streaks down her face. “The marriage is off. I hope you’re happy.” 

You don’t know what you are. All you know is you have to leave before you do anything else you’re going to regret. You grab your purse, ignoring Rumi calling you to stay, and practically run out the rehearsal space.

You’re a horrible person. A horrible person and an even worse sister. The worst part of all this is that some little part of you feel great. A little part that yells that Tess deserves it, for all the years of torment and torture you’ve had to endure. Every other part of you, though, feels absolutely terrible.

The cold air is harsh on your bare skin, and you realise that you’d left your jacket inside. You’d rather freeze to death than go back in. Try as you might, you can’t stop yourself from crying, your quiet sobs unnoticed through the noise of the night time city. And it’s when you wipe them away, so you can figure out how to order a cab home, that you see Keigo standing beside you.

You think you’re imagining for a second. But he doesn’t go no matter how hard you blink, or wipe at the mascara clouding your vision.

“Oh, god.” You laugh wetly. “Why are you here?” Your voice cracks.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls.” 

Keigo looks nervous. It doesn’t suit him. You’re so used to him always smiling, always with that teasing glint in his eyes.

You shake your head at him. “What do you want? Another picture for the paper?”

He winces, stepping forward. You take a step back. “Y/N, please believe me. I’m sorry.”

You scowl. Today’s the day you hash out all your problems, it seems.

“Please. You used me to get ahead in your career. Be a man and admit it.” You spit. “Or don’t. Just please, please don’t pretend like you give a shit.”

Your voice sounds stuffy, your eyes hot from your tears. You’re embarassed for him to see you like this, but it’s not the first time he’s watched you cry.

Keigo is determined for you to listen, though. This time, when he steps forward again, you don’t move away. “Will you please just let me explain?” 

“No, it doesn’t matter! I just destroyed my life and I didn’t need your help to do it.” You point aggressively to the doors where you’d just ruined your relationship with your sister.

You take a deep breath, hand rubbing over your face.

“Great. Finally.” Keigo nearly yells.

Is he out of his mind? He notices the look of pure disbelief on your face, but he looks determined as he speaks.

“I saw what you did in there. And you know what? I thought it was amazing.” He breathes.

You swallow. You know it shouldn’t, but your skin heats at the compliment. He’s looking at you with something so tender in his gaze you want to look away with every fibre of your being. But you can’t.

“Was it absolutely, certifiably nuts? Yes, it was. But you did something, Y/N. For the first time, you were not just the perfect bridesmaid-“

“No.” You cut him off. “Stop. Just please.” 

You turn to leave. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to you right now.”

But you don’t get far. Because his hand grabs your wrist, and you ache for the touch, because despite how furious you are, you’ve missed him. Missed his stupid jokes, his cynicism, that perfect face of his. So you don’t put up much of a fight as he turns you around. Keigo is always so attentive when he speaks to you, and tonight is no different, eyes boring into your own.

“Do you wanna know the real reason I came here tonight?”

You don’t say anything but he takes your silence for the answer it is.

“Because I knew this was going to be hard for you. And for the first time in, in a long time, I wanted to be there for someone.” 

He speaks quickly, like if he hesitates too much the words will never leave his mouth. His hand ghosts the soft skin of your arm and your lips twitch, the tears almost ready to fall once more.

Because nobody looks out for you. Maybe Rumi, and maybe your dad, but this? The kind of care that’s unspoken, about things you only realise if you really pay attention? You can’t remember the last time somebody paid that much attention to you.

“I messed up.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips and your mind flashes with memories of your car, of his body desperate against yours. 

“I know I did. And I’m sorry. And I’m gonna turn around and walk away and you’ll never have to see me again.”

If he catches the hurt in your face, he doesn’t comment on it. You want to tell him to stay. That you don’t want to never see him again. But you stay quiet instead.

“But I want you to know I… I think you deserve more than what you’ve settled for.” He gestures to the doors, at Togata and Tess. 

And god, you think he’s trying to make you break down in the middle of the street. His fingers twitch and you think he wants to reach out and touch you. You know he won’t though.

“I think you- I think you deserve to be taken care of, for a change.” Keigo’s voice is soft. Your eyes dart to the floor, unable to stand the way he’s looking at you.

Keigo walks away after that. But he only reaches a few steps before he stops. You let yourself hope, for a second.

He digs into his pocket. And he pulls out a small, digital planner. He looks sheepish, especially at the big pink bow tied around it.

“I forgot to give you this.” Keigo holds it up. “It’s a gift. So you don’t have to carry around that Filofax from 1987.”

You sigh. You feel tired, drained from the crying and the emotional turmoil you’ve been through today. 

“It’ll take care of all the stuff you need to do. Perfect for starting over.” There’s sadness in his voice he’s struggling to mask, and he holds it out for you.

You’re not facing him. You’re facing the road, the bustle of the street. Your life feels like it’s over, but nothings changed for the rest of New York. 

Keigo shakes it at you. “Can you just take it? So I don’t feel like such a jerk?”

You do. And this time, after he fits you with one last look, Keigo doesn’t come back. Just like he said he wouldn’t.

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guys.. I loveeeee to write angst icl.. and plz remember it has to get worse before it gets better! And fun fact I listened to party 4 u by charlixcx on loop while writing this

and I’m team y/N like f that hoe Tess??

one chapter left 😕 this has been so so fun to write and I’m so grateful for all u lovely commenters and likers and reposters and kudoers. I’m so happy u guys r enjoying this as much as me!

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hey guys!! I’ve been getting a lot of questions about my uploads and part twos so I thought id make a list, just letting u guys know the order I plan to post stuff in!

• 27 dresses chapter five (hawks x reader)

• super shy part three (touya t x reader)

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BENEATH THE MASK

Jason Todd is your cute coworker at the shelter you work at. Red Hood is the hot vigilante who saves you from being mugged

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Your job right now is to wash the incredibly dirty dog in front of you. Not to ogle Jason from across the shop.

Your hands are pruning from being in the water too long, the suds crawling up your arms. The dog in question is Poppy, a brown retriever that keeps biting at the water, which only makes it spray all over your top, which is now thoroughly soaked. You huff, wiping your face on your shoulder.

“Poppy, please stop doing that, you’re making me all wet.” You scold. 

She just barks up at you, shaking to rid herself of the water all over her. You sigh. It's sort of hard to be annoyed at her when she’s so cute. You suddenly feel a presence behind you, and a heavy arm leans on your shoulder.

“Don’t think you should be talking about that at work.

You roll your eyes almost immediately at the low drawl too close to your ear, but a smile dances at the corner of your lips. “Shut up.”

You’re not sure when Jason appeared behind you, but you’re not complaining. You don’t know what you’d call what's going on between you guys. You saw a TikTok a few weeks ago that said workplace crushes are only a thing because of the close proximity, but you don’t think that's the case.

Jason was a hard person to figure out. For starters, he is completely too attractive to be volunteering at a lousy shelter like this. Judging by the defined muscles on his arms you get a delicious view of when the air conditioning is on the fritz, you think he’d be more suited to be a superhero or a bodybuilder. He’s also very attractive. A sharp jaw, doey brown eyes and curly hair that falls over them softly. The little strand of white that peeks through the brown, and all six feet of him is too much for you to handle.

Jason was quiet at first. Not much of a talker, but luckily you could talk for the whole of Gotham, and he’d warmed up over time. He didn’t have much of a choice. Most of the other workers are either sixty and bored or sixteen and trying to fill out their Cvs with some work experience. You were the only person similar in age and had almost all the same shifts as him, too.

You’d ask him for help with extra rowdy animals, go on smoke breaks together. It was fun. You’re friends now, maybe something more. Nothing makes you laugh as much as his dry humour does, that little smirk he always gives you after making something flutter in your stomach.

Poppy barks loudly. Jason reaches down and scratches her behind her ears. She immediately goes limp, and you scowl.

“This dog. Why does she listen to you and not me?” You mope.

He wiggles sudsy fingers at you. “I have the magic touch.”

“Freak."

You turn on the water again and start hosing her down. Jason takes a pointed step backwards to avoid the spray. He’s leaning on the wall behind you, and he’s being absolutely no help as you slug your way through her last wash.

Once she’s washed and dried, you hand Jason the leash to put her back in her cage. You dry off your hands, the smell of the berry soap you guys use seeped into your skin.

“So,” Jason hums. “You wanna go on break?” 

“I think the boss will kill us if we both leave at the same time again.”

Jason groans. “He’s not even here. It's just me, you and that old lady in today.” 

You splutter a laugh. “Her name is Doris. And don’t call her that.”

“I’m not lying, she is old.”

Jason digs in his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He shakes it in front of you and you bat him away. It’s a filthy habit you both have, and you’d have thought someone as athletic as him would be against it. He’s not though, evident by the expectant way he’s looking at you.

“Come on. I know you need it. I could see you seething from all the way over there.” 

“What I need is new clothes.” Your wet shirt sticks to your skin, the breeze in the room cooling it quickly. You shiver a little. 

You pout. “I can’t believe I have to be in this all day.” 

You should have learnt by now, really. This isn’t the first time you’ve showered along with the animals.

In one swift motion, Jason pulls his hoodie off and over his head. You watch a little too intently as his shirt rides up, revealing the sharp outline of his stomach and his abs and his v line, before it unfortunately falls back down. He holds out the hoodie to you, running a hand through his hair to fix it.

“You don’t have to-”

“Just take it.”

You don’t need much convincing, so you do, a little smile creeping on your face. “Fine, fine. Turn around so I can change.”

Jason pouts. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you perv.”

He complies, and you quickly chuck your shirt off and pull on his hoodie. It’s warm and worn and it smells like him, and you sigh contentedly. Jason watches you with an amused sort of look on his face.

He shakes the cigarette in your face. “Now can we go?”

You bite your lip, looking back at the shop, contemplating his offer. It’s empty, to be fair. It’s twelve in the afternoon on a Tuesday, so slow is an understatement for the state of the shop right now. And Doris probably has it covered.

You snatch the cigarette out his hand and he flashes pearly white teeth at you. You both squeeze in the little alley behind the shop, passing the cigarette between the two of you. You make a horrible joke about the fact you guys are technically kissing, and Jason just rolls his eyes.

You look around aimlessly, until your eyes fall on a newspaper strewn on the floor. You tilt your head to read the title, and gasp a little.

“Hey, look.” You pick it up, ignoring Jason’s noise of disgust. “It’s about that Red hood guy.”

Jason stands a little straighter from where he had been leaning against the wall. He peers over you shoulder to see what you’re reading, but loses interest quickly.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Come on, it’s kinda cool. He’s out there saving the night while we wash dogs!”

Jason snorts. He lets the cigarette fall to the floor, crushing it with the back of his shoe.

The article is actually not painting Red Hood in a very positive light. They call him a vigilante, an anti-hero, condemning him for thinking he’s got a right to dish out justice how he sees fit. You read this all to Jason, who’s looking at you with a careful look on his face.

“They have a point.” He says. “What do you think?”

“I think I need that.”

His brows furrow in confusion, a laugh leaving his lips. “What?”

“I said I need that. Have you seen those abs?”

You hold up the newspaper to him. Even through the blurry image, clearly taken in haste, the built figure of this masked man is very visible. You jab your finger at it.

“They are literally protruding out of that suit. Hence, I need that.”

“You’re so-“ 

“Really. I could show Red Hood a very good time.”

“Okay.” The tips of Jason’s ears are a bright red, and you’re a little confused why all this talk has got him so flustered.

He must sense the fact you’re about to tease him for it, because he stands to his full height. “Come on, you perv. Stop creaming over Red hood and get back to work.”

“You brought me out here!” 

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Talking about showing Red hood a good time is all well and done until he’s standing right in front of you.

It’s your own fault, really. The sun sets too early, just as you finish work, and despite Jason’s insistence that he could drop you home, you assured him you’d be fine walking. You’d lived in Gotham your whole life. You knew how to walk home without getting mugged, even if it was too dark out.

Apparently not, judging by the knife being held towards your throat.

It’s later than you intended to stay out. You’d stopped by the grocery store to grab a few things for dinner, and the plastic bag slips from your hand and crashes against the floor. You’re regretting it now, seeing as you just wasted fifteen dollars on food you’re not even going to get to eat.

In all honesty, you’re scared. As much as you trying to not show that to the person in front of you, your hands are shaking and your chest feels tight. If you die in some dingy alley literally five minutes away from your house you’re going to be really fucking pissed.

He growls in a low tone for you to give him your wallet. Just as you’re about to comply to his demands, hands slowly reaching for your purse, he’s hit by something, or someone, as he goes careening into the dumpster beside you. Your mouth drops open a little, and your head turns so fast you think your neck might snap.

And there he is, in all his glory.

That shitty newspaper picture definitely did not do him justice. He’s tall, towering over you. He’s not looking at you, gaze trained on the man now slowly rising from the floor. His abs really do protrude out of his suit, and you’re glad you’re not the one on the receiving end of whatever the hell is about to happen. His hands, covered in leather black gloves, grip a gun with practised ease, and though you can’t see his face under that mask, you can feel how pissed he is.

The mugger seems to be smarter than he looks, because the second he looks at Red Hood and the barrel of his gun, he cowers, hands shaking as he holds them up.

“I’m- I’m sorry, man, Jesus!” He cries.

You scowl. Your confidence seeps back quickly with the vigilante standing beside you. “Why are you apologising to him? I’m the one you tried to mug!”

Red Hood makes a noise beside you that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.

The flimsy covering on the mugger face has slipped off, and he looks young. Too young to be out holding people at knife point. You feel bad almost instantly, despite that fact he was the one about to stab you. You sigh irritably, digging in your purse. You pull out a twenty dollar bill. The kid looks confused and you tut, shaking it at him.

“Take it. Come on. And stop mugging people. Get a job.” You snap.

He still looks confused, but nobody is stupid enough to say no to free money. He takes it out of your hands carefully.

“Thanks.” He says it more like a question and you just usher him away. 

He skitters off, giving you one last look. You mumble some choice words under your breath, digging in your purse for your phone. And that’s when you remember you’re not standing alone.

Your eyes flicker toward him. And he’s looking right at you. Of course, you think he is. His eyes aren’t visible, none of his face is. Your gaze also flickers to his exposed arms, the curl of his bicep and the material that is stretching over it. 

“You can take a picture if you’d like.” 

His voice is full of static, low and gravelly. It makes sense, you figure, to keep his identity a secret, which is why he sounds so robotic. He does sound sort of familiar, but you don’t dwell on that too much.

You laugh nervously, a furious blush spreading across your face. “No, that- That’s fine.”

“What are you doing out this late?”

You narrow your eyes at him a little. “Sorry, dad.”

He tilts his head. “Don’t get bratty with me. You’re the one who almost got mugged.” 

“I-“ You ignore the heat that pools in your gut at his teasing tone, and try to look annoyed. “That’s not my fault.”

“It’s is. Wouldn’t be if you’d gotten home earlier. Not a lot of people get mugged when it’s light out.”

You snort a laugh. “Yes they do. We’re in Gotham, in case you forgot.”

You kneel down to grab your fallen groceries, and he immediately does the same. You work in tandem and silence, quickly putting everything back. You get up with a heavy sigh.

“I should’ve taken that ride home.” 

Red hood looks at you quizzically. Again, you think. You wish you could see his face. You wonder if he’s just as attractive without it on.

“My friend from work offered to drop me home,” you explain. “And I said no. Like an idiot.”

He nods slowly. He slips the bag out of your hand easily.

“Sounds like a good friend. Why’d you say no?”

He’s nosy, this anti-hero. 

Truthfully, you were nervous. You won’t deny your crush on Jason, and you’re not sure how well you would have faired on the back of his motorcycle, hands wrapped around his waist and body pressed against his. 

You struggle with what to say. You wonder how willing Red hood will be to give you relationship advice. “He’s..”

“You don’t like him?”

“No, I- I think I like him too much.” You mumble. “That, and his motorcycle is too scary.”

“Motorcycles are cool.” You think he’s pouting a little.

You giggle. “Sure, sure.”

Red Hood tells you he’s walking you home. He doesn’t offer, but instead waits until you start heading towards your flat so he can follow.

Gotham is never quiet. It’s one thing you love about the city. It’s always active, cars bustling down the streets or apartment lights on all hours into the night. Most people hate the noise, but you think it reminds you you’re alive. 

It’s busy now. Nobody questions the man in red besides you because you don’t think any of them are brave enough to. 

“Is it smart for me to show you where I live?” You wonder aloud. 

Red hood makes an offended noise. “Hey. I’m not some supervillain.”

You laugh a little. “How am I supposed to know? You could be lying.”

“I don’t lie, princess.”

Princess. You smile a little weakly. “I hope not.”

He looks a little funny. This big strong man, guns hung on his waist, red suit glimmering under the street lamps, a Target bag swinging in his hands. You adjust your purse on your shoulder.

“The press isn’t a big fan of you, you know.” You say.  

He hums. “Are you?”

“Am I the press?” 

He shakes his head. “No. Are you not a big fan?”

Oh, you’re definitely a fan. But you don’t say that. You just give a shrug. 

“I’m not sure. Think I’ll need to do some more digging.” 

He makes a noise. “Digging? I saved you from a mugger and I’m walking you home.”

You hum thoughtfully. You’re getting closer to your place, and you’re a little disappointed. He’s nice company. And he smells good, too. Like something you know, but you can’t quite place.

“I suppose. You’re like a real life Robin Hood.”

The bag rustles as his hold on it tightens a little. He only nods once, curt, and you feel an urge to change the subject. Luckily, you don’t need to, because you’ve reached your block of flats. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s cheap enough that you can’t complain. 

You turn to him. He holds out your groceries, and you take them with a soft thank you. 

“So.” You say.

“So.” He replies.

“Thanks for saving me, Mr Hood.”

“No problem. Next time take that ride home.”

You nod. “I will.”

If you spend the rest of your night reading every article and Reddit forum about Red hood, nobody needs to know.

——

Jason has to try very, very hard not to laugh as you recount your encounter with Red Hood.

He wasn’t being a stalker, or being weird, he’d like to start with. He had business in town, and he’d gone home, changed into his uncomfortably tight uniform and instantly gone back out. It was just pure luck that Jason had stumbled across the poor woman with a knife held to her throat. He would’ve helped no matter who it was. But the second Jason saw you, eyes wide and fear plastered on your face, his body moved before he could even think.

If he’d have looked for a second, he would’ve been able to tell that the person mugging you was just some overzealous teenager. But he hadn’t, which is why he pushed him away from you hard enough to knock him into the dumpster behind him. 

But you’d been kind. Given him money and ushered him along his way. And if Jason didn’t already love you, that would’ve been enough.

You’re sitting in front of him, legs crossed. You fiddle with the laces of your worn out docs as you watch him feed the litter of kittens they’d recently gotten into the shop. You’re trying to mask your jealousy as they all clamber in his lap, but you’re not doing it very well. 

You sigh dreamily. “You should’ve seen him, Jason. So tall, and his voice was all deep and gravelly. And I was right!” You exclaim.

“About what?” He asks. One of the kitten mewls loudly and he scratches the back of his ear.

“His abs do protrude out of his suit.” 

Jason laughs, and you grin. “You should be more careful. And I’m dropping you home today. Whether you like it or not.”

You shake your head quickly. “I’m not getting on that death machine of yours.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “First of all, shut up. Second of all, I have my car today.”

You dangle your fingers in front of the kittens. They paw at you, tiny claws catching on your skin. Jason thinks you look the prettiest like this, all worn out and soft after a long shift. The tiredness that gets to you both, and the final few hours of the day you get to just sit and talk. 

He wonders how you’d react if he told you that he’s Red Hood. It had taken strength he didn’t know he had to not rip off his mask and take you in that alley right then and there, especially with how horribly you were hiding the fact you were blatantly checking him out.

You frown. “Shame. I was hoping to get mugged again so he could save me.”

“You need help.”

“From him, yeah.”

Jason rolls his eyes as you laugh loudly. 

Jason likes you. He thinks he likes you too much, in a way that makes his heart ache like he’s never felt before. He doesn’t think he’s all that deserving of love, but when he’s with you, Jason likes to pretend that he is.

You both get up, placing the kittens back in their respective cages. You leave slowly, talking too much as you stuff your things in your locker and head out. You’ve still got his hoodie on. You haven’t offered to give it back yet and he doesn’t ask. 

It’s only six as you both leave, and Jason wants to ask you to hang out. Not on a date, but. As friends. Or coworkers, whatever makes this not weird for you. Maybe to grab some food, or-

“Do you wanna get a bite to eat?” You suddenly speak up.

Jason isn’t exactly shy, but he is when it comes to romancing. He doesn’t want you to think he’s being too forward, but you never seem to share the same notion.

“I’m starving. And I’m really craving something greasy.” You hum, and he nods.

“Yeah, sure.” 

“You’re paying, by the way.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Says who?”

“Says me. As your apology for hogging all the kittens today.”

You’re walking close to him. Close enough that your fingers ghost against each other as you swing your arms beside him. He wonders if you’d pull away if he held on.

“Not my fault they all love me, princess.”

Jason curses internally. He instantly sees the cogs turn in your head as you give him this look of something. He looks away too quickly, praying there’s no recognition in your gaze.

“You know, that’s what he called me!”

Jason nods, hoping the relief isn’t too obvious on his face. “Really?”

“God, he was flirting.” You almost whine, “Definitely. I’m going to tell the six o'clock news that Red Hood has a crush on me.” 

Jason knows you’re joking, so it really is quite funny how accurate you really are. Instead, he just scoffs.

“Like he’d ever like you.”

“Don’t act jealous, Mr Todd. It’s unbefitting of you.”

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guys.. Ik im always posting anime guys but dc.. Jason Todd he is my roots and I wanna take a bite of his big biceps

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🥺🥺 thank u guys so much omg.. gonna cry! Love each and every one of u!!

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This isn’t a request but when’s the next chapter of 27 dresses coming out? (not trying to be pushy I just love it so much)

thank u sm for the support!! I plan to drop two other fics before I do that next chapter!!

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midnight fiction ⋆˚࿔

He can't sleep. It's seriously nothing new.

Shinsou can not for the life of him remember the last time he felt comfortable in his bed. He’s always been tossing and turning to his other side.

Face full of pillows on his stomach, or count the imaginary static on the ceiling that slowly morphs into weird faces. Which is worse? For Shinsou, if he had to choose, the gun would go off. He’ll only get around two hours maximum of shut eye either or.

He does everything right.

When he goes to bed, his phone is even left on the floor at the foot of his bed, away from sight so he’s not tempted to doomscroll.

He doesn't go to bed hungry or stuffed, his room is the most relaxing place on the planet (cool, dark and beautifully quiet since his windows are far above the busy traffic below), and he barely drinks coffee anymore, despite caffeine being hardwired into his daily routine.

It took a good while to rid the substance from his system in a ‘wellness’ challenge you roped him into a few months ago.

Why he decided to humour you, gosh, he will never know! But, one thing he knew for sure was that he would do it again and again, if it meant that mutual caffeine check ups happened more often. He’s gotten spoiled with your random little texts popping up about whatever topic that takes your fancy that day.

He's always craved a bit more than just a ‘good morning roomie’ with a tired smile that just reaches your eyes. Shinsou’s heart does unspeakable things every time that happens though.

Literally unspeakable as he always struggles to reply to you in a suave, ‘yeah-I-just-woke-up-too-want-coffee?’ way with his heart drumming so hard against his rib cage it might burst.

He wouldn’t replace your bi-weekly movie nights for the entire world. What can he say, your taste in thrillers is elightfully ruthless, and even if the movie isn’t the greatest, he loves to hear your commentary, the excited cadence of your voice. Shinsou is greedy like that, all too willing to be pulled into your orbit and whisked away.

This is probably why he can’t sleep. His mind just won’t stop spinning the same thoughts, slinging whatever invisible hope there is around, like a single shoe in an industrial sized tumble dryer. Thoughts so loud that they scare both him and sleep away.

Shinsou finds himself folding his laundry on the floor of your living room. He’s resigned to the fact that he’s cosmically fucked. He can barely see what he’s doing with the dim glow of the moon. He should probably switch on a lamp since there are so many of them in the apartment (you don’t like the big light), but he’s too tired out of his mind to do so.

It’s silly, so incredibly silly. If only he could sleep in the first place—

“Uh Shinsou,” your voice shatters the quiet.

He barely contains his jump into the air. He schools his expression into an awkward smile as he turns to you, not that you would be able to see his face in the dark anyway.

“That is not how you fold clothes.”

“It’s not hard to fold,” he squints at what he’s holding in his hands, “sweatpants, love.” He almost crashes his head into the floor when he tacks on the little endearment at the end of his sentence. He’s shameless.

“That looks like a band tee to me.”

“Probably, but they feel the same in my defence.”

You yawn before plonking yourself down next to him. He watches you fiddle with a mug in your hand. He can’t read what it says, but he knows it’s your favourite mug with that weird psychology pun. Something about whether ‘Pavlov’ rings a bell.

“Love,” Your voice is low and ripples against his ears. He can hear the smirk that comes with it. His face burns, but he stays stone-faced. “what are you doing awake? It’s late.”

“‘Could ask you the same thing.”

You point to your mug and tell him that you were just getting some water. Shinso gestures to his pile of clothes and utters one word. Laundry.

The two of you sit there for a while, peaceful in the quiet dark. Shinsou finishes the pile.

“They're all done. Good job, Shinsou.”

You move to stand up, and so does he, empty of any witty remarks. He could put away the folded laundry in the proper morning.

He sighs, exhausted from nothing.

The moon is a bit brighter now. Your hair is a messy sort of halo around your face. He fights the urge to push back the dissenting strands.

Instead of walking to your rooms, you lead him to the balcony. The breeze is cool despite the summer heat. The two of you rest comfortably against the railing. Shinsou looks down to the city below. It’s bustling as per usual, cars and cars, lights and flashes.

He glances towards you. Your head is tilted back, face towards the sky. Your eyes shine.

The moon.

Shinsou looks up too.

He’s in awe.

“The moon is beautiful tonight, don’t you think?”

The words escape him before he even realises it, and, suddenly, he feels as if he’s been snapped awake, gravity feeling heavier by the second.

God, he should’ve just stayed in bed and stewed. Springing this onto you is hardly fair. His words may seem simple and ordinary, but the two of you know what they mean. Movie nights were not only restricted to thrillers; romance had its fair share of time on the screen.

He hears you suck in a breath, and braces for the worst, because who on earth confesses uses a trope like this at one in the morning? This goes against every scenario he’s ever crafted.

His nails scrape and fiddle with the railing, what if—

“Yes, it is Shinsou,” you angle a smile towards him, bright surpassing the moon, “we can live happily together, right? Die happily too?”

There’s a familiar lilt in your voice, teasing him the slightest.

He clocks the way your eyes crease with your grin. You’re happy. You move towards his shocked body, and lean against his shoulder, whispering things like finally and I like you too and you better sleep after this.

He never wants to forget this, never. Maybe he should start a journal, not for dreams this time.

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this was inspired by midnight fiction by illit el oh el <33 hope u enjoyed!!!

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and guys btw plz give me requests.. I can’t guarantee when I’ll get to them but when I have no inspo what to write they r my saviour 🙏

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hey guys xx while I’m working on a thousand diff things rn I’m interested to know what u guys wanna see!! So plz vote what character you want to see more of x

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I organised all my docs today and I have literally so many unfinished fics.. one day I must revisit

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at a sleepover and my friend is snoozing so much it’s TWO PM

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(･ω･)つ andy's notes: feeling sad about the todoroki brothers and wrote about shouto pining hard. cws: angsty, shouto's messy thoughts on touya x nurse!reader, the todoroki family's wack-ass dynamics

the last time shouto ever really held his brother was years ago, when touya was exhausted and dying and angry, the boiling-hot slick of his skin rolling icy-hot under shouto's palm.

it's hard to remember how much touya hated him, even harder still to reconcile the image of his brother now with the man brought into the hospital all those years ago. his rehabilitation has been slow. countless surgeries and months of physical therapy have finally brought him a degree of relief, but the prosthetics still irritate his skin and it's a rare day when he can feed himself.

"i want more than fuckin' jello."

shouto can't help but chuckle at his brother's tone from across the room. it's always better to keep his distance when touya's back from surgery.

"too bad," is your inevitable reply. you've been touya's nurse for the past year and a half, a position normally held for a week or so. touya noted you've stayed on this long because you don't take any shit. "you got out of the OR only a few hours ago." you spoon a bite into his mouth, his scowl at being waited-upon like this evident.

shouto doesn't understand his displeasure. if anything, it looks...nice. domestic. something soft and hazy that neither brother knows much about, which is how he realizes his expression matches touya's fervent, hopeful longing.

he turns away to check his phone, ears burning.

visiting his brother is a necessity. shouto wouldn't divert from this routine any more than he would stop writing to his mother, but his brain's commitment has not caught up with his heart.

"why do they keep dragging me back there?" touya snarls. his mood is particularly foul today; the pain must be bad. "it's not like they're gonna make this ugly mug any prettier."

"improving your quality of life matters," you say, a bite in your voice. "and stop calling yourself ugly. it's not healthy."

you turn to him calmly, a gentle smile on your face. he wipes his own clear. "shouto, tell your brother how much words matter."

touya saves him from replying, which is best, because shouto never quite knows what to say after you ask something of him. "god woman, i get enough of this in therapy. give it a rest."

the set of your jaw is stubborn as you stare him down.

"fine. i suppose you'll just have to record a journal entry later to help you better reflect." you smile sweetly, a hint of flirtation lighting up your eyes. "well, i'll leave you two alone now. come get me when you're done," you say to shouto before closing the door behind you.

"weaponizing a man's own therapy journal against him, honestly." touya shakes his head, a dopey grin spreading across his face. "can you believe her?"

shouto might not always know how to respond to people, but he knows that question isn't meant for him to answer.

they catch up in their awkward, patched-up way, and when he stands to leave, he tries not to let the look of relief on touya's face hurt too much.

you're waiting outside with more jello. a playful grimace dances on your lips. "his favorite," you say, shaking the cup and shouldering your way into the room.

"more?!" he hears touya shout, followed by your giggle, high and bright.

you're good for him. in his way, touya is good for you, too.

and yet -

his desire to snatch away one of the good things in his brother's life is probably the most villainous thing about himself.

he doesn't have the stomach for betrayal, doesn't even really have the will, but thoughts swirl in his head nonetheless. shouto can't imagine a world where he can live outside of his family's name, one where he might fall in love and marry in a quiet ceremony.

but he can imagine those things for touya.

and he tell himself that's enough.

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good job!!!!'n for the event could i request stage actor reader backstage tech/costumer/props master touya situationship or dating idc somewhat romatic

and like either just smau or smau and blurb

hiiiii tysm <3 my 2 years of high school experience in stage tech rlly has lead me full circle back to this moment lmaoo

stage tech!touya // job fair

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“touya” you whisper, letting your fingertips drag alongside the thick velvet of the backdrop, “where are you?”

this narrow passage of the stage was dimly lit as you and the crew were preparing for opening night. you try to ignore the twisting in your stomach as you hear the audience’s chatter grow louder and louder as more people filter into their seats.

“first position, babe, where else?”

the curtain ripples against your hand as touya comes out from the shadows and into view.

“jesus christ, you look insane,” he whispers, bringing a hand up and brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“shut up,” you groan, “it’s stage makeup, of course i’m gonna look insane.”

you blow out a deep exhale through puffed cheeks, shaking out your hands out by your side.

“tell me i’m gonna do okay,” you demand.

“what, you nervous?” he huffs out a chuckle, “you’re gonna do amazing. especially with me doing your shit at the wing? we’re gonna be fucking perfect.”

“opening night is always so ass,” you murmur, “i don’t know why i’m so jittery. i feel like i’ll forget my lines or trip or make myself look like an idiot or-”

“chill,” he cuts you off, “just picture everyone naked or some shit,” he shrugs, “that’s what i do when you’re on stage too.”

touya bites back his smirk and holds in his breath, gauging your reaction before he could really have a giggle at himself. he knows how you are- prickly, uptight, high strung, and he’s well aware this interaction could lead to you giving him that award winning smile on your face, or a slap across his.

you grab him by the collar of his black t-shirt and shake him back and forth as the laugh escapes your lips.

“you’re so annoying,” you whine, letting your forehead fall into the crook of his neck, “i’ll do fine. we’ll do fine. i have you on stage with me. we’ve run through this a million times.”

“i have something for you too,” he mutters into your hairline.

from behind his back, you hear the crinkling of paper. 

you lean back, hands still resting on his shoulder as you look up at him. under these dim lights, his face looks softer. it’s the first time you’ve been able to clearly see him tonight. 

you don’t notice his arm wrapped behind him until now.

“what?” your attention flickers between the hidden item behind his back and his eyes.

touya presses his lips together in a tight line as he brings a bouquet of flowers to his front. his gaze darts around this narrow space, suddenly embarrassed at the gesture.

“touya,” you gasp, taking the bouquet in your hands, “you know this is usually saved until after the show, right?”

he’s glad it’s so dark and that you couldn’t see the flush run across his cheeks.

“shut up,” he mutters, “if you fuck up on stage i’ll take them back, so make sure you don’t, alright?”

you laugh, leaning up chest to chest with him. “if i wasn’t wearing all this makeup, i’d kiss you right now.”

touya’s hands fall to your side, rubbing his thumb against the zipper of your costume.

“what a shame,” he sighs, “and i thought i needed a little something for good luck too.”

“maybe you can see me at intermission? is that a good enough incentive to not fuck up?”

the corner of his lips grew into a smirk. “how about a little teaser?”

“okay enough!!” rings through touya’s earpiece loud enough for you to hear, “touya, your fucking mic is on, you sick fucks.”

your hand flies over your mouth as touya scrambles to shut off the bodypack hooked to his back pocket.

“fuck,” he hisses, “tomura’s such a fucking jackass.”

“you stupid ass techies."

you grab touya by the chin and press a kiss into his cheek. “thank you for the flowers,” you whisper, “meet me at intermission. my dressing room.”

“yeah,” he whispers back, “you got it, superstar.”

[b3ach-bunn7]

SLOW DANCE

Touya Todoroki is the president of the rowdiest frat in your college, and he’s harbouring a very obvious crush on you

textfic, college au, no quirks

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June 12th, 1:05 am

XXX-XXX: Is this y/n?

You: uhm yes

You: who is this?

XXX-XXX: U know who this is 😜

You: that fuck ass emoji..?

You: I told u I don’t date frat boys dabi

Touya: Touya to you

Touya: And Ik u said it a hundred times tonight

Touya: Can’t we just be friends? 🥺

You: how did u even get my number

Touya: God is looking out for me

You: right.

June 12th, 1:17am

You: Keigo.

Keigo: full stop and a capital 😣😣😣what did I do queen 

You: why did u give touya my number???

Keigo: aw cause he has a fat crush on u🩷🩷and im playing wingman 😛

You: I don’t want u to wingman anything 

Keigo: don’t worry he’s harmless 

Keigo: and he wouldn’t stfu about u alllllll night and I got sick of it

You: and I’m sick of u 😒

June 13th, 4:45 pm

Touya: Hey x

Touya: So I got a game tonight

Touya: And a jersey that u could wear

Touya: If u came

You: yk there’s no word limits when u text these can all jsut be one message 

Touya: Hey x

You: I’m studying sorry x

Touya: On a Friday night???

You: med school doesn’t wait for the weekend babe

Touya: Babe 😍

You: bro****

Touya: Fine fine

Touya: If u change ur mind go to the Clerkwell campus I’ll come grab u

You: okayyyy

June 13th, 5:54 pm

Touya: So I guess u aren’t coming huh 😕😭😞

You: no im not :(

You:  i tried to speed run study but i fear the krebs cycle has gotten the better of me

Touya: Dw about it doll

You: good luck tho x

Touya: Deffo gonna win now

You: oh sureeee

Touya: Promise

Touya: And when i do ur gonna let me take you out

You: hey if its a study date ill be there x

You: also doesn’t ur game start at six

Touya: Oh shit

You: LMAO

June 13th, 7:05 pm

Touya: *image attachment*

Touya: Got that W for u 

You: omg feeling flattered

You: why is ur nose all bloody

Touya: I got my shit rocked

Touya: Sorry about all the blood

You: kinda into it lowkey 

Touya: Yeah u are

June 14th, 12:04 pm

You: *image attachment*

Touya: Pussy

You: ew u weirdo

Touya: Whos cat is that

You: its the campus cat!!!

You: she’s just always lurking around

Touya: Dogs are better

You: bye blocked

Touya: Wait Im lying I love pussy

You: LOL

June 15th,1:07am

Touya: *image attachment*

Touya: Pi Gamma house TV

You: omg what r u watching

Touya: Sinners

You: it’s on streaming already?

Touya: 123movies doll

You: go watch it in cinema brokie

Touya: Hell no

You: cinemas are my fav… watched mission impossible last week

Touya: Never watched

You: WHAT???

Touya: 😣

You: okay we are watching the first movie rn fuck sinners

Touya: U coming over?

You: yeah u wish

Touya & Y/N, Time elapsed: 3:07:31

June 15th, 4:14am

You: u snore btw x

June 16th, 10:47pm

Touya: Can we watch TTIHAU 

You: huh??

Touya: Ten things I hate about you

You: is this u tryna get into my pants 

Touya: Hell no I love that movie

Touya: I hate the way you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call

Touya: But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you

Touya: Not even close not even a little bit

You: OKAY OKAY

Touya: Not even at all ❤️

You: fine I believe i believe 

Touya & Y/N, Time elapsed: 2:43:16

June 17th, 1:07pm

Touya: Do u think i should get a piercing

You: studying

Touya: I think i want a tongue one

Touya: Or lip

Touya: Something oral

You: HUH?

You: yeah ur acc weird

Touya: Hey u love me

You: tolerate maybe 

You: don’t u already have poercings 

Touya: No I have piercings

You: HAHAHAH 😐

Touya: I have eyebrow and nose and 

You: and?

Touya: Nothing😁

You: me when I tell lies and fibs

Touya: U wanna come see it in person?

You: yeah im acc not that curious 🙏

June 18th, 6:47pm

Touya: So ur favourite frat house is having a party

You: omg Tappa Keg??

Touya: Yh real cute

Touya: Ur coming right??

You: idk 🙈

Touya: Woman please

You: woman???

Touya: Babygirl please

You: 🤢

Touya: Hawks said ur coming 

You: keigo is all up in my business

Touya: I wanna be all up in your business

You: you are shameless yk 

Touya: I prefer determined

June 18th, 9:17pm

Touya: This is like that scene from Romeo and Juliet😍

Touya: Just without the fish tank 

You: all that chat over text and u won’t even come talk to me

Touya: U make me nervous

You: embarassed for u

Touya: Embarrassed*

You: stfu.

Touya: Can see u smiling btw

You: yeah yeah 

Touya: U wanna watch me smoke everyone at beer pong?

You: if I must x 

June 19th, 10:01 am

You: TOUYA

You: I LEFT MY PURSE AT UR PLACE

Missed Call

You: PLEASE I NEED MY SHIT

Missed Call

Touya: Y/N.

You: good morning x 

Touya: I’m so hungover why r u waking me uo 

Touya: AT TEN AM?

You: I left my purse at urs after the party😕

Touya: That wouldn't have been a prob if u stayed the night

Touya: Like I told u 🙄

You: yeah u told me a lot of things last night

Touya: Shit did I

You: oh yeahhhhh

You: a drunk touya is a mouthy one x

Touya: I meant everything 

You: So u do love me 🥺🥺

Touya: Shit

Touya: Anyway I can get u ur purse gimme an hour

You: thank youuuu

June 21st, 8:45pm

Touya: Can we watch Mission impossible 3 2nite

You: knew I’d put u on 😛

You: but I can’t tonight I’m busy

Touya: Why do u hate me

You: IM SORRY I’m not even in my room bro

Touya: What why?

You: my roommate has a guy over and well..

Touya: Ewwww

You: Ikr 🤢

Touya: Wait so where the hell are you

You: common room

Touya: U freak come to mine 

You: wait really 

Touya: Stfu ofc

Touya: Acc I’ll come to you wait 

You: thanks xx

June 23rd, 8:47am

Touya: Good luck for ur exam x

You: thank u 😁

You: why r u up so early

Touya: I’m trying to better myself

You: lie

You: wait did u wake up.. to wish me luck 🥺

Touya: No

You: AW

You: so obsessed with me gosh

June 25th, 4:46pm

Touya: Where r u

You: chill out I told u I’m coming

Touya: R u wearing it

You: *image attachment*

Touya: Look so beautiful 

You: this is the first jersey I’ve ever worn 🙈

Touya: And it’ll be ur last too ❤️

You: that sounds kinda threatening 

Touya: Lowkey yeah

Touya: I was going for sexy 

You: good luck out there

Touya: *image attachment*

Touya: #Pregame workout

You: yeahhh u just wanted to show off those abs huh

Touya: Duh

June 27th, 1:47 am

You: Touyaaaaa 

You: r u awake :/

Touya: Yes ma’am 

You: I’m so hungry can we get food plz pretty plz

Touya: At two am

You: fine I’ll ask hawks x

Touya: NO

You: LMAO

Touya: IM COMING

You: ur what????

Touya: So childish🙄

You: hurry up before I change my mind 

June 29th, 3:47 pm

You: GUESS WHOS EXAM. FREE

Touya: WOO

Touya: No more three am study sessions 

Touya: Praise god 🙏

You: ur ass wasn’t even studying🤦‍♀️

Touya: No but my ass was staying up keeping you company

You: 😁true

Touya: Shall we go celebrate 😛

Touya: I’ll take u to that restaurant u love

Touya: And don’t even try pay like u did last time

You: yes sir 

Touya: And keep calling me that too

July 1st, 11:07 am

Touya: Hey check ur bag

You: what?

Touya: Hey so check ur bag

You: ?? What bag u freak

Touya: The one u had with u the other day

You: okay…..

You: U DIDNT

Touya: i did ❤️

You: TICKETS TO THAT CAR MOVIE NIGHT THING

Touya: Yes I know I know

You: THANK U SO MUCH

Touya: Dw about it 

You: okay x when u picking me up then

Touya: Hey u don’t have to take me if u don’t want to

You: shut ur mouth ofc im taking u

Touya: Thank fuck

Touya: Was just trying to be nice

You: LMAO

You: this is not a date btw.

Touya: If u need to tell yourself that that’s fine by me

July 4th, 5:43pm

You: do u guys not get sick of parties???

Touya: Aw did hawks tell you

You: yes he did

You: save the grovelling and begging I’m coming

Touya: 😛

You: don’t make me regret it

Touya: See u there doll

July 4th, 10:07 pm

Touya: Who’s that guy ur with

You: a friend 

Touya: Ur very chummy with this friend

You: uhm 

You: why r u mean mugging me across the room

Touya: It’s not u I’m mean mugging

You: jealousy looks kinda hot on u icl

July 4th, 11:09pm

Touya: Where r u

You: Aizawa’s smoking and I’m keeping him company

Touya: Okay so text me when ur done fucking okay

You: LMAO SHUT UP

You: he literlaly has a bf plz lean back 😒

Touya: What if they’re polyamorous

You: pleaseeee stfu LMAOOO

July 4th, 2:07am

Touya: Did u get in okay

You: yes yes

You: thanks for dropping me🩷

Touya: No prob

Touya: Don’t forget it’s me who dropped u off not Aizawa

You: STOP

July 6th, 4:07 pm

You: WHERE THE FUCK R U

Touya: ??? What

You: UR SUPPOSED TO BE AT PRACTISE

Touya: I am doll im just getting a drink

You: okay hurry now I’m outside

Touya: What is it

You: nothing just come out

Touya: I’m gay

You: TOUYA

Touya: Just tell me

You: no

Touya: Stop edging me what is it

You: r u gonna make me do this over text

Touya: Do what??

You: I was gonna be all romantic like in ten things 

Touya: Are u asking me out rn

You: well not rn

You: I was gonna sing that song he sings in the movie

You: not to everyone tho just to u

Touya: I thought u don’t date frat boys

You: well I thought I’d make an exception 

Touya: Knew u were obsessed with me

You: shut it

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TOUYA ONE CHANCE PLZ PLZ ONE CHANC EPLEASEEEE

The next few days r busy so.. this is to tide u guys over

[b3ach-bunn7]

Thinking of... CEX worker shigaraki tomura that judges u for buying animal crossing and mean mugs u behind the counter but ur in love with him

[b3ach-bunn7]

Please please pleasseeee I beg of you oh great bean to make a part 3 of your fantastic work of art (super shy) you bestowed upon mortal eyes that do not deserve to see such greatness that they bleed water from how heart wrenching your beautiful master piece is

Oh my GYATT… ugh u lovely people do not worry part three is being written as we speak as we blog

[b3ach-bunn7]

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