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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt.9

Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗💥

Warnings: swearing, mild violence ig

Word count: 3k

“Your posture is lacking.” Your mother pushes your shoulders back as you balance a vase on your head in front of Todoroki.

As if your back could be any straighter, you roll your shoulders and stand taller.

“I apologize.” You hold your hands together on your lap as you walk across the hall of your ceremony holding.

“Prince Todoroki, I advise you to keep your eyes forward, you’re leading in this section.” Your mother stares at him with her piercing red eyes, watching his every move.

He suddenly trips over your dress and brings you with him, the vase falling as well.

You catch yourself along with the vase, sighing and putting it back on your head.

“May I suggest something, mother?” You keep your eyes forward, already knowing her brow is arching in response.

“Could he have something balanced as well? To help with posture, of course.” Only your eyes turn in her direction as Todoroki stands up, dusting himself off.

“And what would he balance?”

“A book, since he doesn’t seem to have experience with the stakes.” You glance at him, your body unmoving.

“Hm.” She opens and closes her hands at the nearby maid, getting her immediate attention.

“A book.” She says, taking off the vase from your head as she receives the book.

“Prince, have you been shown anything in the balance category?” She places the book on your head and snaps her fingers for another, placing it on your head when receiving it.

“No, Queen Luna.” He responds, staring at her motions.

“Princess (Y/n) has been training in this since she could walk, whether she has bad posture or not, balance is key. Elegance is of the essence.” She finally places the vase on the stack upon your head, surprising him when it doesn’t waver.

“Walk.” She commands. You follow, not a beat behind.

You begin walking slowly through the halls, picking up speed when she informs you to do so.

“Stop, come.” She directs, both of them watching as you stop smoothly, turn, and begin walking again in her direction.

“Notice how her footsteps do not sound heavy, as they are not pounding into the ground in order to stay steady. You lack in all of those categories.” She looks down on him and he swallows, unsure of what to do.

“Stop in front of him, give him one.” She crosses her arms and you pause in front of him, lifting one book and the vase with a spell, floating the other onto his head.

It falls immediately.

“Fix him.” She keeps her gaze on you every second you move.

You put your items down on a nearby table and pick up the fallen book, pushing his shoulders back and spine straight.

“Chin up, eyes forward.” You put the book back on his head and hesitantly push up his chest.

“Chest up, shoulders straight and back, feet slightly apart.” You kick his feet apart softly, only short of his shoulder width.

“Look at me.” You order, taking in a deep breath. He does as you say and you fix his hair, moving a couple strands away from his eyes.

“Perfect.” Your mother praises, placing a chilled hand on your exposed shoulder.

“You will continue to train on this, I will see to it tomorrow that your posture has improved without the need of a book, Prince Todoroki.” She stalks past him, disappearing from the grounds.

Once you no longer sense her presence, you slouch slightly, taking a deep breath.

“Why do you get to slouch?” He hisses, taking the book off his head.

“Because I’ve been trained to get back into an immediate position since I was 1 Year old. Put the book back on or else.” You warn, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

“Or else what?”

“She’ll hang you upside down until your spine forces itself straight forever.” You close your eyes and his eyes widen.

“She can’t do that.”

“She can and she has. I’m evidence A through Z.” You rub your shoulders and he slowly puts the book back on his head.

After a beat of silence, he speaks up again.

“Did she really do that?”

“Why do you think it only takes a soft nudge for me to become straighter, rather than having to fix me like I did to you.”

“I apologize for upsetting you yesterday.” He looks away from you and you conjure up the gift he gave you, floating it to him.

“I don’t like gifts.”

“It’s rude not to accept it. It was costly.” He frowns.

“I didn’t tell you to get me anything, nor to upset me. I would prefer if you didn’t use objects as a first means in order to get me to forgive you.” You place the basket down in front of him and he frowns.

He ignores you and begins to walk forward, the book slipping off him.

After a couple tries, he grunts in frustration.

“Are you going to do something or are you just going to sit on your ass all day?”

“No, I have a sleepover after this. I’m just waiting for the hour to pass.”

He growls loudly, throwing the book at you, watching it fall to your feet.

“You throw like a boy with no manners.” You cross your arms and he stomps in your direction, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you up.

“Get up, and help me.”

“Not with that attitude.” You shake him off and grab the book, pushing it onto his head roughly, making him growl again.

“Stop raising your arms to steady it, you’re throwing off both your posture and your balance.” You hold his arms down and push him to walk, the book falling backwards onto your chest. You push his head forward, putting it back.

“Stop trying to look at it, you’re throwing it off. Look at my phone and lift your body with your strides, both feet should be in contact with the ground at the same time as you take another step.” You take off the book and begin showing him, your left toes planting onto the ground at the same time your right heel moves.

“How is anyone supposed to get anywhere with that walk?” He crosses his arms and you smack his arms down, aggravating him.

“No arm crossing. And that walk is for slow elegance, not travel. You don’t walk with your weight on your heels when you travel, but keep most of it on the balls of your feet, as if you’re floating.”

He raises a brow.

“Let me guess, you’ve never seen plays where the ballerinas wear incredibly long dresses and look like they’re hovering backwards?”

“No.”

“Well, they basically scoot backwards to give off the illusion of floating. I wear heels often, so the rule for men might be different.” You float the book back onto his head, bringing out your wings and flying right behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping your posture.” You slide your hands under his arms and hold his shoulders back, keeping his spine straight and chest up.

“Isn’t this a bit unnessaccary?” He shivers at your close proximity, feeling your breath on his neck.

“Do you want to be hung upside down?”

“No.”

“Then walk.” You flutter close to him and press your chest against his back, causing him to stiffen.

“Walk, Todoroki.” You nudge at his knee and he keels over, bringing you with him.

You fall on his back and lean up.

“Why didn’t you walk?!” You watch as he remains still, the book hiding his face.

“Todoroki.” You push the book off him and his skin remains flushed, his eyes looking for an escape.

You scoff and rip your dress from out under him, flying above him.

“Practice is over.” You announce, taking your phone and flying out of the building.

He stays on the ground, groaning loudly as he covers his face out of pure embarrassment.

He gets up and calls his carriage, holding his coat in front of him along with the gift basket, not caring for the chilling wind.

When the carriage arrives, he begrudgingly gets in, taking a seat.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he sighs loudly, desperately trying to ignore the obvious issue on his person.

“Of all the times it had to happen..” He thinks, staring out his window that’s been tinted against the rest of the world.

When he arrives at his castle, he steps out, quietly making his way into his room without acknowledging any of his staff that try to check up on him.

“Shouto, how was your practice?” Enji asks, not actually caring but only to get a snippet on what happens on something he’s not allowed to control.

He ignores his father, walking past him and telling the maid to bring his dinner to his quarters.

“Shouto?” His mom stops him.

“How was practice?” She asks sweetly, petting back the few stray hairs that decided to rest on his face on the way inside.

“A mess.” He whispers, closing his eyes at her touch.

“Stop babying him. You’re the exact reason he can’t find a mate.” Enji snarls, reaching for his wife’s wrist until Shouto swats it away.

“The only reason I haven’t found my mate is because of you, and the lack of people with that ability to have one, because you decided to get married based on power. That, and you continuously decide on keeping me away from society in order to make me stronger. Well, look where that got us. I have to get married to a random ass girl because you thought you were always right.” He pushes past him again, heading to his room.

“Stronger my ass. You’re going to a shit retirement space.” 

He stares at the walls as he makes his way, scoffing at the many male leaders of his bloodline that had made the same mistakes as his father, neither of them learning their lesson as his kingdom slowly made its way into damnation.

The maids scurry away when he comes into his chambers, his food freshly made hidden under the lids of the fancy serving platter.

He raises his hand to remove the lid and pauses when he sees the ring you gifted him, glinting in the light of the chandelier.

He takes it off and holds it up in the light, being able to see multiple of the same thing in your favorite color.

“I have something for you, now that she’s gone.” You smile brightly at him, making him suspicious.

“I don’t like gifts.”

You frown.

“Well, you have no choice but to accept this one.” You try to lift the mood as you always do, but he’s proving it to be difficult nowadays.

You bring out a black box out of thin air, catching it once gravity takes its hold.

“Ah, one more thing.” You make another box come out of thin air, much larger than the previous one.

“You got me two things?” He becomes stiff, uncomfortable. He only brought you the ring, unannounced at that.

“You can open the small one first.” You hand it to him before he can reach for the bigger one, giving him big eyes of hope.

He raises a brow at your reaction, taking the small box out of your hands and opening it.

You bite your lip, waiting for a reaction.

He takes it out of the box and looks around it, handing it to you. You look at it, disappointed.

You didn’t expect this to be his reaction. Well, maybe.

“You’re supposed to put it on me.” He says, holding the ring between two fingers.

“Oh!” You toss the big box into the air and he jumps, reaching for it, but it stays in the air.

“Can..I see your hand?” You hold the ring and he exhales, giving you his left hand.

You carefully slip it onto his ring finger, taking a step back when you finish.

“So?”

“So?” He looks at his ring on your hand, full of hope.

“What do you think?”

He looks at the new ring on his finger, twisting his hand around to get a full view.

“It’s..nice. Thank you.” He says slowly.

You try your best to hide your disappointment once again and hand him the big box.

“Now this.”

He huffs, opening the box.

His eyes widen when he sees a red glass bowl, small snowflakes intricately carved and molded into the sides, the lid with a snowflake handle. Inside the bowl, cold soba.

“It’s, custom for the bride to make something with their magic for the groom.” You play with your fingers nervously and he looks up at you, surprised.

“You made this?”

“Yes, I did.. We’re supposed to learn the spell and try it for the first time after fully learning it, then give the piece. Some make necklaces or rings, but I found the bowl to be more convenient. You already have to have something you don’t want on your person, I didn’t want to make it worse.” You smile and his expression saddens, looking back down at the bowl.

“It’s beautiful, thank you. I’ll make good use of it.” He closes the box and you jump.

“Oh, that wasn’t everything.” You step closer and his eyes widen when you open the box again and pull out a pair of chopsticks that match the bowl, the mold of small snowflakes and wind curving through them.

“W-wow, you really put a lot of thought into them..” He takes them from your hands softly and inspects them.

“This is part of your customs?”

“Partially. For witches, you create a spell for your partner and cast it on the wedding day. For vampires, you hunt something and give your partner the best part, after fixing it of course.”

He stiffens immediately. You look up at him with big eyes, confused at his reaction.

“You don’t like it?”

“Not exactly. What did you make this out of? Is it...” He hesitates and your eyes widen.

“No! No no no! I don’t do that! I swear it’s not blood!”

“What is it then?” He holds it with a full grasp again, somewhat reassured.

“They’re rare crystals. Ones elder witches bless and vampires use for prosperity and protection.” You smile at him again but he doesn’t smile.

“Yet you gave it to me as a bowl and chopsticks..? Don’t you need it?”

“Well, I wanted you to have one so you have something to look forward to in this marriage.”

He stares at the blood red bowl on the table next to his food, the chopsticks neatly placed next to it.

“She really is crazy..” 

“I’ve never seen him so relaxed, in a less relaxed position..” Kirishima stands by the door, holding a tray of snacks.

Bakugou has his eyes rolled back but looks angry, laying in your lap with your fingers on his scalp, massaging him.

“He looks possessed.” Shinsou clips his hair away from his face, sliding on a watermelon and peach face mask.

“Can’t believe she managed to subdue him, too.” Shinsou smooths out his mask and Kirishima puts down the tray, placing his hands on his hips in an offended manner.

“And you didn’t think to wait until I was ready so we could put on the masks together? Bun brought headbands.” He lifts the different animal headbands and shakes them aggressively.

“You didn’t tell me you brought headbands!” Shinsou shoots up from his beanbag in disbelief, the betrayal.

“I did, I even singled out the cat one for you, too.” You frown at him and he almost slaps a hand to his forehead until he remembers he’s wearing a mask.

You slip on a yellow puppy headband on Bakugou, placing a mask on him softly.

“I can’t believe I let you do this to me.” He says, acting like he doesn’t like it, then proceeds to swat your hands away to smooth out the folds on his strawberry pomegranate mask.

“What mask are you picking, Kirishima?” You watch as he puts on a red devil horn headband, eyeing the small basketful of different face masks.

“Hm, I’m debating between Cherry Kiwi or Blueberry and Plum.” He taps his chin in deep thought and you hear your phone ring across the room next to Kirishima.

You frown and float your phone over, not expecting any messages for the night.

You jump off the bed and drop Katsuki’s head on the bed, startling him.

“Can I go somewhere private? My mother is saying she wants to talk to me.” You tiptoe hurriedly and Katsuki points outside the door.

You rush out of the room and find another empty room, locking yourself inside.

You call Dabi and chew at your lip, tapping your fingers on your cheek.

“What?” He answers.

“I’m not at the castle.”

Silence.

“Okay, so where are you?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Wha- why not? I don’t exactly have time to be ignored right now.”

“I’m not ignoring you. You’re supposed to text me ahead of time if you’re coming to the castle, and you came when I’m not there, and I can’t exactly leave.”

Silence again.

“Can we video call?” He asks in a weird high pitched tone.

You look at the phone momentarily to make sure you’re still talking to the right person.

“Hello?”

“Nevermind. When are you coming back?”

“In two days.”

“What?! I can’t wait two days!”

“Why not?” You question, becoming suspicious.

“I get bored in my apartment. You’re my only entertainment.”

“Goodnight Dabi, go home.” You hang up before he can respond and take a deep breath, walking out of the vacant room and back into Katsuki’s room.

“Everything go okay?” Kirishima asks, turning to you with a frog mask from a popular show chain they showed you. Seems he went with the Cherry Kiwi mask.

“Yeah, she was just reminding me about how Todoroki should be my priority right now since our ‘ceremony’ is coming up.”

“When is it?”

You shrug.

“Soon, I suppose. 2 years at the most.”

“What?!” Everyone stands up and you don’t make eye contact.

“I know. But I don’t want to talk about it, I came to have a good time and I will. Now hand me the mask basket.”

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Stubborn Hugs Pt. 26

Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨🤗💥

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 3k

Jungkook sat on the bed shaking slightly, trying to keep his composure.

“What happened to your debt?” Namjoon asked.

“Those fuckers had bigger problems than collecting my debt. I learned that (Y/n) had given them half my debt and threatened to expose them to the police that helped with my case, which she did anyway and she ended up getting all our money back. She had a lot of connections because some of them were connected to Yoongi when he wasn’t taken in by her yet.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll find out later. Anyway, that's what happened." Hoseok shrugs and Namjoon rubs Jungkook's back.

"Who was the cat and hamster then?"

"Ah," Hoseok chuckles.

"That was Jin and Yoongi. I couldn't tell what they were at first and I thought Yoongi was a regular black cat and Jin a hamster."

"And the other hybrids? What happened to them?"

"Two of them were Felix and Chan, the boys who came- or rather burst- in here a while ago. The others I don't know."

"Thank you for trusting us with your past. It really does mean a lot." Namjoon says softly, Jungkook finally calming down.

"Of course. I hope we can continue sharing with you." Hoseok gives him a big heart smile and escorts them out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Jimin is slowly making his way up inside Taehyung’s sweater in search of warmth, not bothering to slow the quick sway of his long tail.

Taehyung’s ears twitch whenever Jimin moves higher, the calico’s fluffy ears tickling his bare chest.

“You’re the only one who’s not entirely comfortable with our affection, Namjoon.” Jin startles him, watching as Jungkook timidly makes his way over to the two on the couch.

“I’m, not fond of affection unless it's a long term connection..” He rubs his neck and Jin raises a brow.

“You slept with Jimin just fine.”

“He’s different. He’s docile..”

“Uh huh.” Jin says skeptical, but accepts his answer nonetheless.

He suddenly digs in his sweater pocket and holds out a closed fist.

“Open your hand.”

“W-why..?”

“Just do it.”

Namjoon slowly gives him an open hand, Jin placing a soft hand in his, then pulls away.

A mini lightstick from his favorite music group.

Namjoon gasps and holds it close to his face to get a better look.

“Where did you get this?!”

“Don’t ask questions like that.” Jin crosses his arms and startles when Namjoon suddenly hugs his neck happily.

“Thanks.”

Jin slowly uncrosses his arms and pats Namjoon’s back, surprised by Namjoon’s gesture considering his recent statement.

When Namjoon pulls away, Jin stares at his smile while looking at the keychain.

“That’s your first merch from them, isn’t it?” He asks. Namjoon’s ears turn red, hiding the keychain behind him.

“Yeah.. I wasn’t able to keep anything before because of constant relocation..”

Jin nods, staring at his arms that hide the gift behind his back.

“I’ll keep in mind to get you a bigger one next time.” Jin walks away with a smile, watching as Namjoon’s head spins in his direction so fast his neck cracks.

“Augh-”

“I’ll see to it that it happens this coming end of the month.” Yoongi smiles at you as you nod nervously, holding his hand as you go downstairs together.

You catch his eye as you descend the stairs, eyes slightly puffy from what he assumes is the result from crying.

You sniffle and look at him, smiling.

“Hi..” Namjoon greets and holds the keychain close, watching you.

“Hey..”

“Boo! Get a room!” Taehyung shouts from the couch and you feel your face on fire, watching as Jimin smiles happily from inside of Taehyung’s sweater.

“I’ll get you some breakfast.” Yoongi kisses your temple and flicks Namjoon’s shoulder, causing him to wince.

“Agh-”

Yoongi flits his eyes to you twice and Namjoon stands up straight, understanding.

He walks up to you and goes to hold your hand, smiling when you let him.

“How are you?”

“Nervous..”

“Wanna tell me why?”

You shake your head.

“Not yet.”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

You nod, following as he leads you to the couch, picking up the blanket and taking a seat, patting next to him.

You slowly sit close to him, watching as he covers your legs with the blanket, and waits for you to get comfortable.

Jimin tries wiggling out of Taehyung’s sweater to join you but Taehyung holds him captive, shaking his head.

Jungkook sniffs Taehyung’s sweater, getting closer to his face.

Taehyung turns his head to look down at the bunny, coming nose to nose with him.

Jungkook jumps back and hides his face in his knees, making Taehyung laugh and pet his bunny ears.

Hoseok comes up to Yoongi and rubs his cheek against Yoongi’s in greeting, making Yoongi purr happily.

“They’re getting comfortable.” Jin joins them and leans his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, watching as Yoongi makes you breakfast.

“That’s good, we’re having a sleep pile soon.” Yoongi smiles and Hoseok straightens.

“We’re going to need more space.”

“We can have it in the living room.” Jin waves him off and Hoseok relaxes, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I see you gifted him something, Jin.” Yoongi raises a playful brow and Jin’s glidet ears stand on end.

“Wha- I did not.”

“Why are you red, then?” Hoseok adds.

“I have all the attention on me, you know how I get.” He crosses his arms and both of them chuckle, poking fun at him.

“I bet he’ll get more comfortable with Hoseok in the older line.” Yoongi bets, looking at Namjoon on the couch.

“And the young line?” Jin asks.

“Jimin.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he got close with all three of us. He seems to have an even amount of interaction between the three of us.” Hoseok sits on the stool, Jin following.

“Ha! You only say that because he interacts with you the most.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, Hoseok gasps.

“Does not!”

“Taehyung? Who does Namjoon talk to the most besides (Y/n) and Jungkook?” Yoongi calls out and without caring to look up from his phone, Taehyung responds,

“Hoseok.”

“Ha!” Yoongi points a spoon in Hoseok’s face and Hobi crosses his arms in defeat.

“Can I ask why you’re talking about me when I’m a whole room away?” Namjoon cranes his neck to get a good look at the eldest in the kitchen.

“None of your business, watch the tv.” Jin waves him off and Namjoon blinks, looking back at the screen.

“And Jungkook?” Yoongi continues.

“You.” Both of them say.

“Why me?”

“He just seems more comfortable with you. He’s still learning to be more comfortable with the rest of us.” Jin crosses his ankle on his knee and glances at Jungkook, who’s playing with Jimin, wiggling his bunny ears around for Jimin to nip at.

“Everyone seems to be comfortable with Jimin because he’s proven to be less of a threat.” Hoseok rolls his eyes and Yoongi takes your breakfast to you, waiting for you to sit up and places the small bed tray on your lap, walking away when it’s secure.

“That’s strange coming from you.” Jin makes a face Hoseok can’t discern and stands up when Yoongi randomly grabs his head.

“You’re so mean this morning.” Jin swats Yoongi away and stays still when Yoongi bumps his head into his shoulder.

“Come on, Yoongi doesn’t know how to ask for things.” Hoseok pulls both of them to the couch and shoves Yoongi down, cuddling up to him.

Jin cuddles up to Yoongi as well and Namjoon stares as Yoongi smiles with his eyes closed, purring loudly.

The following week you’re on edge, pacing around the house any chance you get. Yoongi knows why, but no one else seems to be able to get a hold of you, not even Namjoon.

“Why has it been so cold lately? It feels like it’s winter.” Hoseok shivers as he walks inside the house, putting up his sweater.

“It’s August, Hyung..” Jungkook brushes out his bunny ears and tail, pulling up his tail slightly to get a better reach.

“It feels like it was barely June last month.” Hoseok whimpers, brushing out his own deer parts.

“Well, at least we’re shedding less.” Taehyung finishes brushing himself and Jin sweeps the floor from all the fur piling up.

“Can you guys stop throwing your shit everywhere, I’ve already had to throw away a bag full of fur last month."

“Why is it that these past months have been going by so quickly? Jimin watches Jungkook struggle with his tail.

“Global warming?” Namjoon gently brushes his own ears and Yoongi watches as Jimin begins to help Jungkook.

“Alright, I’m ready.” You come downstairs nervously, dressed in comfortable warm clothing, a large, long cloak on your shoulders.

“Where are you going?” Jin asks, smacking Taehyung’s hand away when he tries reaching for his small ears.

“I’m going for a checkup.” You say, voice wavering.

“You sound nervous.” Hoseok mentions, everyone pausing their actions.

“She hasn’t been feeling well, and her signs aren’t any common symptoms.” Yoongi cuts in and they all look at him, unsure.

“Do you want us to come?” Taehyung suggests, serious.

“No, I’ll be okay.” You smile and open your arms for them.

“Come.” You say.

They quickly hug you one by one, afraid of your reason behind your actions.

“We’ll be home late, don’t wait up.” Yoongi smiles, leading you by a hand outside to his car.

“I don’t like that..” Jimin comments when Yoongi closes the front door.

“Noona would have said something if it was bad, right..?” Jungkook looks up at Jin but he doesn’t respond, staring at the door.

“Hyung..? She’s going to be okay, right..?” Jungkook keeps his eyes on him, waiting.

Lie if you have to. Keep the peace.

“Right, she would.” Jin wraps an arm around Jungkook’s shoulder comfortingly and rubs it, smiling.

Jungkook smiles halfheartedly, looking back at the front door.

“Alright, let’s get the house clean before she comes back. I know she would appreciate it.” Hoseok claps his hands to get the attention and everyone nods, beginning to clean.

Jin stands in front of the living room entrance, staring at the table and couches.

“She’s going to be fine, Jin.” Namjoon comes up to him and places a friendly hand on the glider’s shoulder, giving a squeeze.

“I know..”

“You’re shaking.” Namjoon frowns and makes him sit down, getting him a glass of water.

“Here.” He holds the cup in front of his face and Jin shakily takes it, not drinking.

“She would have said something if it was detrimental, Jin. You know that better than us.”

“She keeps shit to herself all the time, Namjoon.” He sighs harshly and takes a long drink, finishing the glass in one swig.

Namjoon pulls out a pitcher from behind him and refills the glass. Jin looks up at him quizzically.

“You always had the habit of drinking too quickly when we were younger.” Namjoon gives him a half smile and Jin lets out an airless laugh.

“Surprised you still remembered that.”

“I would watch you drink your orange juice quickly in the morning and look confused as hell when you went to take another drink but your cup was empty.”

“When we were younger?”

“Yesterday.”

Jin laughs, pushing him carefully.

“Thanks.” Jin laughs slightly, finishing his second glass, then shaking his head when Namjoon offers to refill it.

“I’m always worried about her. Whether it’s detrimental or not, she doesn’t like to worry me.”

“She does that a lot, it seems.”

Jin sighs, rubbing the worried crease between his brow with the back of his hand, not letting go of the cup.

“She’s going to kill me with that habit of hers..”

Namjoon stands idly, unsure of what to do next.

Jin stills when he feels a soft hand on the back of his head, petting his hair and glider ears.

“She’s strong. She won’t let anything get the best of her. She’s been through hell and back, I’m sure she’ll come back standing, she always does.” Namjoon comforts him, watching as Jin leans into his hand.

Hoseok and the boys smile as they stare at Namjoon comforting his hyung, going back into each other's room to collect their beds.

“Let’s do something nice for Noona.” Jungkook cuts in from the top of the stairs, gathering the two’s attention.

He sits on a mattress and slides down the stairs with it, laughing with Jimin as he reaches the bottom quickly.

“Is that my mattress?” Jin leans over to get a good look and Jimin climbs over Jungkook to get Taehyung’s mattress.

“Our mattress.” Jungkook smiles evilly and drags the mattress across the kitchen, turning around when he hears Jimin giggling as he rushes down the stairs with Taehyung’s property.

“And that was mine.” Taehyung watches Jimin tug the bed over.

Hoseok carries the table out of the living room and whatever else is on the floor out of the way, helping Jungkook and Jimin fix the mattresses in the living room.

“We’ll make a nest for Noona! We’ll bring all the comfortable things in here and decorate before she comes home. It’s 7 am, so we have time to kill.”

“She’s an Alpha, Jungkook.” Taehyung reminds him, but Jungkook makes a so what gesture.

“Congratulations?” Jungkook goes back into Jin’s room and tosses Hoseok plushies and blankets from the top of the staircase.

“The sass on this kid.” Taehyung scoffs and goes into his own room, bringing out similar items.

“I guess we should help as well.” Namjoon takes the pitcher to the kitchen and puts it back in the fridge, heading into his room and bringing piles of blankets and plushes you gifted him.

"Well I don't have to do anything because Jungkook did it all for me." Jin leans back on the couch and Jungkook gives him a big cheeky smile, going into Hoseok's room with Jimin, creating a train to transport the items into the living room, Taehyung and Hobi somehow getting roped into this.

"Should we take a few things from Yoongi's room?" Jimin begins to touch Yoongi's door knob but Taehyung stops him.

"He's the most territorial one here, that's not a good idea. Not without his permission, at least."

"He said it's fine as long as you all leave everything how it was." Jin announces, putting down his phone after receiving a text from the panther.

"I'm surprised he texted back." Hobi begins piling the blankets on top of each other and filling in the corners with the plushies, making a giant circle.

Jimin and Jungkook peek their heads into Yoongi's room, his scent strong and present in every corner.

"Fuck I can smell that from here." Namjoon squints at the heavy scent, watching the two boys collect a few blankets from the room.

"Can we take this?" Jimin constantly asks Jin who's now in the room for their safety of touching anything they shouldn't.

"No, we don't touch that, ever." Jin pulls the boys away from the closet full of blankets, a pristine baby blue blanket sitting happily and perfectly on top of the rest with a bat plushie.

"Why not?" Jungkook leans in to look but Hoseok pulls harder when he does so.

"Those are the first sentimental pieces (Y/n) gifted to him. He doesn't touch them unless he's in absolute distress, like the day he told Namjoon about her past or when she got hurt. He told me when she was sleeping the day of her injury he had to hold both her and the bat, hiding his neck under the blanket so his scent of distress wouldn't suffocate her. I fell on it once when we were fighting and he nearly killed me." Hoseok shivers at the memory and everyone takes a cautious step away from the pile.

"Right.." Namjoon eyes the pile as everyone leaves the room.

"Namjoon?" Hoseok calls after him, coming back to collect him and closing the door behind them.

"What's wrong?"

"What were the first sentimental pieces she gave you guys?" Namjoon asks, suddenly curious.

"We all got the same thing, just different colors and animals. Why?" Jin turns to him and Namjoon looks at Jungkook.

"I didn't get anything.."

"Well she doesn't give it straight away, she's very picky when it comes to that." Taehyung raises a brow and Jungkook frowns.

"It's okay, Namjoon. I haven't gotten mine either." He smiles and rubs his back, letting him know he's not alone.

"Now come on, we have a lot of decorating we gotta finish."

When the boys finish, it's 5 am and both you and Yoongi still aren't home.

"They did say not to wait up, they're coming late." Jimin hugs his cat plush and Hoseok tries not to get his phone out and call Yoongi.

"The food will be ready for them when they come home, and we'll be right here when they do." Jin soothes Hoseok's nerves.

Jungkook's head teeters forward, snapping up when he feels his head fall.

"Sleep Jungkook, we'll wake you when she comes home." Namjoon brushes Jungkook's hair out of his face, smiling fondly when Jungkook scrunches his nose and shakes his head in protest.

"I wanna be awake when she comes home.. I should have napped sooner to be more prepared.." He whispers, yawning loudly. Then proceeds to make everyone else yawn.

Everyone boos and complains at him and he laughs sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"I doubt you could get any sleep knowing she'd come home any minute now. I don't know how you're tired, I'm nervous as hell. I feel like I'm gonna have cardiac arrest from how stiff I've been for the past day." Taehyung rubs his forehead for the tenth time this morning.

Everyone is suddenly alert and awake when they hear keys jingle from outside.

They all rush out from the living room and stand in the kitchen, waiting for you.

"It's okay, slowly." Yoongi guides you, careful.

He jumps when he sees everyone in the kitchen in a line, holding you close as he shuts the door.

"Noona?" Jungkook calls out quietly, watching your hood covered head lean in Yoongi's direction.

You slowly lift your head and everyone's eyes widen.

"(Y/n)..?"

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Unfair Game pt. 15

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader 🤗✨

Warnings: swearing

Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn't regret it in the end.

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Ahhh! I am rereading Stubborn Hugs and omg! Rly enjoyed the first two chapters! I'll be slowly rereading it but I will be! Warning on the spam you might get I guess. 😅

I'm v excited to catch up on all I've missed! Thank you for posting! 💜

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Stubborn Hugs pt. 25

Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨🤗💥

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 3k

You stay close to each other for some time, taking in each other's warmth.

"If I got them back, would anything change..?" You ask quietly as he plays with your hair, your head on his shoulder.

"This position would be a little more difficult if you did." He jokes and you playfully slap his chest, making him laugh.

"No, nothing would change." He leans back to get a good look at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb repeatedly. His eyes roam your face and you can feel the heat in your neck returning

"What?" You ask and he smiles, dimples on full display.

"Nothing, I just missed you.." He whispers, lips close enough you feel his breath on your lips.

"Y-you did..?" You ask, receiving a nod in response.

"I missed how pretty you look when you blush at me."

You gasp, leaning away from him.

"I have never blushed at you."

"You think I didn't notice the look on your face when we first met in the shelter?" He smiles, making you look away.

"Which time?"

"When I had Jungkook with me."

You gasp louder this time, making him laugh when you try to run away along with your dramatic gasp.

"I did no such thing! How can you lie like that!" You shout, scrambling away when he continues his laughing fit, reaching for you.

"We may not have remembered each other, but you definitely had a crush on me." He says cheekily, pulling you away from the door and onto the bed, holding you almost on his lap.

"Liar! Scammer! All lies!" You try your best to wiggle out of his grasp as you hide your face behind your hands, not letting him see you.

"If I'm such a liar, why is your neck red?" He teases, pushing you on the bed and keeping you locked under him.

"Let me see your face." He grabs your wrists and you shake your head desperately.

"(Y/n), let me see." He says in a softer tone and you peek through your fingers, slowly letting him move your hands to the sides of your head.

"There's my pretty girl.." He smiles, your eyes squeezing at his words.

He laughs loudly at your reaction, dipping his head in your shoulder after.

"Can I keep you here forever?" He asks, loosening his grip on your wrists, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"I wish you could.." You whisper, sliding your hands into his, interlacing your fingers into his.

"Why can't I?"

You don't respond.

"(Y/n)..?" He lifts his head from your shoulder and sees tears running down your cheeks, startling him.

"Hey hey, what's wrong?" He holds your cheeks and wipes your tears, which only makes you cry more.

"I missed you.. I miss you.." You cry out, struggling to breathe.

"I'm right here, you don't need to miss me anymore.." He holds your face and you watch as tears fill his own eyes, dripping onto your cheeks.

You raise your hands and hold his cheeks, wiping his tears as well.

"Why are you crying..?"

"Seeing you cry makes me realize how much I've missed you, even when I didn't remember you.."

"Can you promise me something..?" You ask, your voice wavering from trying to breathe evenly.

"Of course."

"Promise we'll always remember each other..?"

"You don't have to ask me that."

You lift your body off the bed and hug his neck, Namjoon hugs your back and hides his face in your shoulder, feeling each other's body shake from fear and overwhelming emotions.

"Yes, my prince?" You turned to Namjoon, who's cheeks dusted pink at the use of the nickname every time.

"Noona?"

"Will you marry me?"

It's your turn to turn pink.

"Why the sudden question?"

Namjoon looked at the ground and picked up a wolf plush, petting it gently.

"I want to marry you, in case we don't get out."

You put down your water and limped over to him, holding his hands.

"Ask me when we're older, okay?"

"But-"

"No, ask me when we're older. It'll give us motivation to get out of here faster. And when you ask me, we'll be ready to get married." You kiss his cheeks and he nods, determined.

You slowly wake up, looking behind you towards the curtain covered window. It's still night.

You turn back, looking down at the pair of arms wrapped tightly around you as if you'll disappear into thin air.

You look up at Namjoon who's sleeping peacefully, no crease in his brow in sight.

You smile, cuddling up to him.

"Mh, noona..?" He mumbles out, his deep voice scaring you.

"Hm?" You respond and he looks down at you, relieved to know you're still in his arms and it wasn't a dream.

"Hi.." His deep voice carries out, making you get goosebumps.

"Hi..." You kiss his chin and he sighs happily, his limbs loosening as if he's on a relaxant.

"I'm hungry.." You tap his chest with your fingers softly, catching his attention.

"I'll get you food-" He starts getting out of the bed but you grab his arm.

"No, no. I wanna come with." You play with your fingers, suddenly nervous.

"Okay, let's go." He helps you out of bed and follows you downstairs, all the lights in the house off.

You both walk in the kitchen and find the pot of food still on the stove, going cold.

“You sit, I’ll do it.” He shoos you away from the stove and you slowly sit down, looking up at him.

As he begins serving the both of you, you suddenly feel unsure.

“Namjoon?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want to do this..?” You ask, voice cracking. He pauses his movements, then faces you.

“What?”

“This..” You wave a hand between the two of you. He puts down the plate he was holding on the counter and steps closer.

“Why do you ask?”

“I thought you wanted to get to know me better, trust me more, all that..”

“I did.”

“And?”

“I am. I’m comfortable enough with you to feel good about doing this with you. Why? Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“No!” You cover your mouth right after you reply a little too loudly.

“No,” You say quieter.

“I just don’t want you to regret not waiting..” You chew on your lip and he leans over, startling you when you see he’s face to face with you.

He frowns and sits next to you, food long forgotten.

“Why would I regret it? I’ve been wanting to be with you since we were kids.”

“That was different..”

He stiffens.

“Is it different now? For you?”

“No, no.” You say hurriedly.

“No, but, things change. A lot of things happened between the time we last saw each other and now.” You rub your arms awkwardly and he takes your hand in his.

“If I didn’t want anything, at this moment, I wouldn’t have held you so close while we napped a few minutes ago. As much as I don’t like to sleep alone, I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wasn’t comfortable with you. I’m sure I know what I’m doing.” He smiles softly and kisses the back of your hand, making you smile.

“You put the plate on the burner that’s on..” You whisper and he jumps away from you, grabbing an oven mitt and removing it, turning off the stove.

“Maybe we should wait. Just to get to know each other more.” You hold out your hand and he pouts, holding it.

“I still want to be with you, but I want to be sure of a few things beforehand.” You reassure him and he tilts his head.

“Not about me?”

“Not about you.”

“Okay, I can wait a little longer.” He smiles and his dimples make your heart flutter.

He continues serving the both of you food and sits directly across from you to get a good look at you as you talk.

“Favorite hobby.” You put a forkful of food in your mouth after asking and he continues chewing his own in thought, looking up.

After swallowing, he shakes his head and responds,

“Don’t ask me that. I have a lot and you work tomorrow.” He laughs and so do you, your smile brightening his heart.

“Okay, what’s your main one?”

“Gardening.”

“Really!” You say in more of a surprised tone rather than a confused one.

“I haven’t had time to do it recently because of,” He waves a hand at nothing.

“All that. But when I got adopted for the first time, my owner had a bunch of little trees everywhere and I would always ask to take care of them with the gardener they had.”

“Would you still like to continue that hobby?”

“Yeah but, with what time and space?” He picks at his food and you tap your plate with your nail.

“I mean, you have a year before your independence years start, so you could get started bit by bit.” You shrug and he smiles at you as you drink your water.

You look at him as you swallow, putting your glass down.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

Your face goes red and you scoff, turning your face away from him, making him laugh.

“Don’t tell me you can’t take compliments.” He pokes fun and you roll your eyes even though he can’t see it.

“I can, I just don’t like them.”

He holds your hands from across the table and kisses your fingers gently, making your face heat up even more.

“Stop!” You try to pull your hands away and he laughs at you, interlocking his fingers with you.

“Why? I don’t get to see you blush often and you’re so cute when you do.” He rests his cheek on your interlocked hands and you hide your face in your elbow.

“If I knew you were going to be all sappy like this I wouldn’t have agreed to this.” You joke and he bites your fingers, making you jump.

“Hey-"

“You’re not going back on your promise, now are you?” He leans over the island and holds your chin, tilting your face up.

“W-what promise?” You whisper, nervous at his proximity and tone change.

He looks down at your lips briefly and back up at your eyes, smiling.

“When you said you’d marry me?” He whispers, lips ghosting over yours.

“Or did you forget? Sweetheart?” He drags out the last word and you almost become a puddle at the old nickname.

“No, no, no.. I didn’t forget..” You shiver as he kisses you right next to your lips, your eyes closing at the feeling of his plump lips on your skin.

“Good girl. Now go sleep, Yoongi must be waiting.” He holds the back of your head softly and kisses your forehead, pulling away to collect your now empty dishes and cleaning up.

You shiver as you stand up and slowly walk to Yoongi’s door, looking back at him when you’re halfway through the door.

He watches as you shyly bat your eyelashes at him, unsure if you want to go in.

He raises a brow and looks you up and down, making you silently squeak and shut the door with you inside.

He smiles and walks upstairs to his room, turning off the lights in the room.

When he makes it up to his own room, he changes out of his day clothes and takes off his shirt, laying on his bed.

Sliding a lazy hand up and down his torso, he stares at the ceiling, heart in the soil and mind in the clouds.

He suddenly covers his face with his pillow and kicks the air happily, a big smile on his face when he begins to fall asleep.

“No, someone asked to get more hours so I just gave them mine for today.” You pet him and he purrs, crawling over the couch to cuddle up next to you.

“Noona? You’re not going to work today?” Jimin sniffs your head as you cuddle under the blankets in the living room.

“Don’t you need those hours to get money?” Jungkook comes up to you both and sits on the couch next to you, covering his feet with the blanket Taehyung is using.

“I get the same amount of money whether I work or not, so we’ll be okay. Besides, they are training to become a co-manager so I’ll be able to be home more in these coming weeks.” 

“Will you finally be looking for a new space?” Taehyung asks and you frown. Jungkook kicks him lightly.

“No, I’d rather just expand this place. There’s nothing wrong with this place, just a lack of space I suppose.” You look around and sigh.

“You really don’t want to leave this place, do you Noona?” Jimin asks and you smile down at him, ruffling his hair.

“No, I don’t. This is where I found all of you and where I found home. Nothing a couple renovations can’t fix.” You scratch his ears and look at them, frowning again.

“I’m home.” Yoongi comes inside and shivers off the harsh winds from the outside, putting up his jacket.

“Welcome home.” You get up and greet him, hugging him to give him warmth to which he greedily accepts.

“How was it?”

“Fine, the jerk that skipped out yesterday, which is why I came home early, came by today to listen to the samples.”

“And?”

“He’s taking it.” He smiles and you squeal happily, hugging him again.

“I’m so proud of you!”

He laughs and hugs your back.

“You do this every time I produce a song for someone.”

“And I’m proud of you every time.” You smile and he kisses your forehead, thankful.

“Actually, can we talk about something? It’s kind of important.” You bite your lip and he sniffs you lightly, checking if it’s anything bad. Nothing but nerves.

“Okay.” He looks to his room and you shake your head, looking up to yours.

“Oh,” He says, surprised that you suggested yours. Soundproof.

“Okay, let’s go.” He smiles reassuringly and you hold his hand as you both go upstairs.

Namjoon sleepily comes out of his room when your door shuts, shutting his own as he goes downstairs.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Taehyung glances up from his phone when he sees the koala sliding onto the couch by Jimin.

“Morning..”

“It’s 2.” Jimin looks up at him and Namjoon stops mid yawn, looking at him.

“A.M?”

“P.M, Namjoon.” Jungkook raises a brow and Namjoon nods, not bothering to hide his embarrassment.

“Namjoon, Jungkook?” Hoseok comes out of his room in a dark green hoodie and black sweatpants, brushing his hair away from his face.

They both look up at him and he waves them over, both of them looking at each other for context, but none of them know.

They both get up and Namjoon adjusts the strings on his hoodie as they both make their way to his room.

“You okay?” Namjoon watches as Hoseok closes the door, his small deer ears twitching whenever Jungkook moves around.

“Yes, but I think it’s time I told you both,” He takes a seat in a nearby chair and waves a hand to the bed for them to sit as well.

“How I got here.” He smiles.

“So suddenly?” Jungkook pipes up.

“You’ve been here for a while, and it seems you’ll be staying for longer.” He turns up the music in his room loud enough to muffle his voice from the outside, not that anyone would eavesdrop.

“I, was born as a deer. Clearly.” He waves an obvious hand at his small horns.

“I was supposed to be a male deer, or so I was told.” He rolls his eyes and both boys tilt their heads in confusion.

“In my family, the men’s antlers grew pretty large. Not as big as an actual deer, because our heads wouldn’t be able to carry that weight, but a little more than half of a full grown antler. Anyway, the women would be the same, so they would only grow up to 10 inches. My antlers never grew.” He taps the small nub growing from his head by his deer ears.

“I had the parts of a male, but didn’t have the deer genetics for it. So everyone thought I was female until I hit puberty, where nothing of the sort grew. Everyone thought I would be a late bloomer, but they always stayed this way, and my family didn’t want me for it. So, when the age came of when my antlers were supposed to be fully grown and I was proven male, they threw me out.” He keeps his smile but there’s something sad behind it, not letting itself show.

Jungkook doesn’t look at his tiny horns, but rather his face.

“Of course, I was young, slim, and attractive to others. But no one would hire some kid with no experience, no owner, nothing. So, in order to survive, I did what I could. Borrow.” He looks at the ground, ashamed.

“But in order to borrow, you have to return. I did the only easy thing I could do, where no one could tell what I was.”

“Stripping?” Namjoon asks and Hoseok smiles sadly, nodding.

“Exactly. Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to. I just danced on the pole and kept the mystery of what I was alive, bringing in more people to see what I could be.”

“What happened?” Jungkook asks and Hoseok sighs.

“It wasn’t enough. With the amount I had borrowed, and the money I owed to the clubs I worked at to provide me a place to survive, it was never enough. So, I resorted to sex trafficking. I was dumb, of course. I didn’t know what else to do but use my body to the best of my abilities. I was so desperate, I thought I was going to stay in that hell for the rest of my life. Until I met,”

“(Y/n)..” Both Namjoon and Jungkook finish for him and Hoseok smiles again, nodding.

“She had gone to one of those disgusting auctions where they would sell people who were all desperate for a better life. She had a few friends join her, so that all of them could be bought off by them to get a chance.”

“And for the final prize, the main attraction!” The old man pulled the large curtain off a human sized cage, a shivering deer hybrid sitting in the center dressed in all white lace and silk, showing off his curves and body.

“The Sweetest Deer of them all!” The man walked up to the podium and began looking around for bids.

The hybrid shivered from the cold metal under him but tried his best to look appealing to the crowd.

“Six hundred.” A woman's voice boomed through the venue, silencing the crowd, a mask covering her face.

“Six hundred and one!” Someone opposed.

“Seven hundred.” The woman opposed again, her tone as if bored of the situation.

“Seven hundred fifty!”

“One thousand.” She said, the crowd silencing again.

“Any bidders? One thousand going once!”

Silence.

“One thousand going twice!”

She crossed her arms and stared at the poor deer in the cage, a tear sliding down his soft cheek as he watched her.

“Sold! To the lady In the back!”

They quickly wheel off the cage backstage and into a private room along with the other hybrids that were being sold off.

When everyone who is needed is in the room, the woman pulls out her phone and calls someone, everyone pulling off their hoods and masks.

"You can start the collection. Thank you." She says and turns to a box, unlocking all the cages.

All the hybrids rush away from her to the farthest end of the cage, watching as everyone grabs a large black item from the box. The woman holds out the item to the deer, eyes closed.

"Put this on." She instructs, everyone doing the same.

They all put on the item and stand when they are covered in a large black cloak, a hood to cover their faces from the public.

"Let's get you home." The woman smiled at the deer, holding out a hand for him.

He hesitantly takes her hand and follows her into a black car, waiting for him to get in.

Once he's secure in the car, she drives off. He doesn't say a word as she drives away from the venue surrounded by cop cars, the other hybrids being driven away in the same way he was.

When she arrived at a small house, a cat hybrid immediately opened the door when she parked, watching as she led him out of the car, another hamster hybrid coming to the door.

They don't speak as she leads him inside into the bathroom.

"You can shower first if you’d like. I’d rather you get out of these things then eat and get settled.” She smiled at him softly and he slowly began removing what little clothing he had, startling her.

“Wait wait, you don’t have to do that in front of me. You’re in a safe space, I’m not going to use you.”

For the first time in a few days, he spoke, voice hoarse.

“Why did you buy me, then..?"

She gave him a glass of water to which he gladly took, drinking it so fast some of it spilled down his cheeks.

“So you could start again. Have a place you could call home. Nothing more.” She reassured him and he suddenly engulfed her in a hug, startling her.

“Thank you..”

She smiled again and returned the gesture, rubbing his naked back comfortingly.

“Let’s get you started, hm? I’m (Y/n).” You pulled away, turning on the hot shower for him.

“I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok..”

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Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt.8

Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗💥

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3k

Both you and Todoroki have been forced to spend more time together to show the few public that know about the engagement that it’s true and two kingdoms are coming together. Whatever happens behind doors however, the public must never find out.

“Do not, and I can not stress this enough, touch me.” He throws a couch pillow at you and you dodge it, continuing to text the boys.

“I wasn’t anywhere near you."

You giggle at the conversation and it irks him.

“Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you?”

“Why are you so annoying? Are you always like this?” You spit back and he throws another pillow at you. You catch it and throw it to the ground.

“You’re going to run out of pillows if you don’t stop.”

“I see what you’re doing. You have a crush on me.” He wiggles his finger at you and you’re suddenly coughing.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. That’s why you haven’t been so against this marriage, isn’t it? You even went as far as getting this stupid (f/c) ring as if I gave a fuck about how it would look! No wonder you haven’t argued against it, this is your little fantasy come true, isn’t it? You’ve been locked away for so long like Rapunzel you think I’m here to save you.”

You’ve had it. You close your phone and throw it on the couch, standing up and walking over to him.

“First of all, I don’t even know who that is, so that ‘insult’ doesn’t work on me. Second of all, you seriously think I wanted to get married when I just got out into the world, especially with some bitter, angry, no good, no fun, prince? No, had I known you were like this from the beginning, I wouldn’t even have let my mothers step foot into your land. I don’t have a choice when it comes to my life. If I did, I wouldn’t be standing in this very room with you. If I had a choice, I would have lived a normal life like every other royal kid who had friends and knew what a forest looked like in person or what stars looked like from outside of my window. If I had a choice, I could have found someone who actually liked me and wanted to be with me and not yell at me every five seconds as if I’m supposed to know how to treat someone I’m supposed to be in a potential relationship with. I barely know how to interact with my friends, nevermind someone I’m supposed to marry. And another thing, I wouldn’t be getting married so early in my life either if I had the choice. In fact, if this is what all marriages are like, I don’t even want to get married, much less with you.” You try your best to keep your tone leveled and you spit acid into your last sentence, making him flinch.

“I didn’t even get a chance to be a kid, I had to start studying how to be a queen the moment I was conscious enough to retain memory. I didn’t get the chance to have a crush or get dirty or cry because it was always study, study, study.” You hiccup and his eyes widen.

“I wanted to find out if I had a mate or not, but instead I got stuck with you.” You snatch your phone from the couch and turn to him again.

“My kingdom is desperate and so is yours, you know that very well. I’m only doing this for my kingdom and my future. If I had a choice, I would have been able to find out if I had a mate. And if I do, I hope they save me from you.” You put on your cloak and storm out, slamming the doors behind you.

You angrily cast a spell and bring out your sun veil, hissing when the harsh sun hits you before it comes out fully to protect you.

“(Y/n)!” Todoroki is running after you but you’ve already started flying away. He curses loudly and punches the stone wall, hissing when he breaks his hand.

“Fuck!” He walks back inside and you’re crying, your dress flapping in the harsh wind.

You don’t know why you’re doing it. but you pull out your phone and call Dabi.

You can’t call the boys because they’ll try to do something to him for making you upset, and you can’t risk their reputation or position.

“Princess?”

“Where are you?” You hiccup and he looks down at his phone, thinking he misheard.

“Are you crying?”

“Where are you, Dabi?” You hiccup again and he walks out of his apartment.

“I’m, in my place. Why? Where are you?”

“In the air..”

“What?!”

“I-I was flying to my castle but I don’t want to go there right now..”

“Why don’t you go to your friend’s castle then?”

“I don’t want them to get upset as well..” You sniffle and wipe your face. He frowns.

“Can you change my appearance?” He asks suddenly and you hiccup again.

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m going to send you my location, and you’ll come to me. Make sure you change your appearance as well.” He says and you sniffle, agreeing and hanging up.

While in the air, you change your appearance into someone completely different and fly to the location he’s sent you. You change your sun veil into an umbrella and hide yourself from the sun and others, walking the rest of the way.

“Where is she..?” He looks around carefully and you tap him on the shoulder, making him go into full on attack mode.

“Hey, hey! It’s me!” You quickly change your face to your own, then change into your disguise.

“Fucking hell, woman. I almost killed you.”

“Sorry..” You look at the floor and he flicks your forehead.

“Hurry up and change me so we can go.” He puts his hands in his pockets and you change his appearance.

“I do not look good as a blonde.” He fake pouts and you smile a little, tugging on his sleeve.

“Let’s go.” You say quietly and he nods, taking your umbrella and holding it for you as he stands close to you.

“Where do you want to go? Because if it involves money I have none.” He smiles proudly and you hum in laughter.

“I’ve got it covered. Are you hungry?”

“Yes. ma’am.” He smiles at you and you smile back.

“Alright, lead the way.”

After telling him what happened at a small restaurant he says he used to go to when he was younger (when he had money, so probably four years ago), he whistles lowly in surprise.

“I barely know you and I’m still surprised you lashed out.”

“I didn’t lash out. I kept my calm and scolded him.”

“You storming out doesn’t sound calm to me.” He raises a brow and you thank the lady for the check, immediately glaring at him once her back is turned.

He laughs.

“You’re so two faced. It’s so funny seeing your face have one emotion and then do a complete 360.” He watches you read the check and you blink.

“What is it? Is it a lot? Fuck, sorry.” He quickly sits up and tries grabbing the check but you pull it away.

“No, I’m just trying to figure out how this works.” You frown and he takes it from you.

“This is the total, it’s 80. You give the waitress a tip if you want.”

“She was nice and patient with me considering I didn’t even know what I was looking at on the menu.. I’ll give her one then. How much should I give her?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs and puts the remainder of his food in a to go box and you pull out your wallet from your dress pocket, taking out 110 in cash.

“Yo, don’t flaunt that shit-”

“I’m not.” You put back the wallet in your pocket and wave over the nice waitress how Dabi taught you.

He smiles proudly at how quickly you’re learning and you give her a 20 dollar tip, her eyes widening at it. She must not get tips often.

“You were really nice to me and again, I’m sorry for being so confused at the menu. I hope you have a nice day.” You smile at her and she thanks you softly, hiding the tip in her dress.

Dabi walks you over to the register to pay and you give the grumpy looking man the money, waving goodbye happily at him, making him smile.

When you both walk out of the restaurant, you cover your face with your cloak’s hood and pull out your umbrella. He takes it from you and holds it for you again.

“You’re like a walking ball of sunshine. Well, except when you’re glaring at me.” He sticks his tongue out playfully and you elbow him in the rib, making him gasp in pain and laughter.

“Now, now, is that any way to treat a guest that took you out for dinner?”

“I paid.” You squint at him and he nods, wagging his finger in acknowledgement.

‘That, you did. And to that I say thank you.” He lifts his leftovers and you giggle.

“Seems I owe you, again.” You both walk slowly and to his apartment and you shake your head.

“I’ll take you giving me your time to listen to a dumb girl’s thoughts as payment for now.”

“For now.” He points out and you smile, nodding.

“You’re not dumb. Well, you’re a little dumb for trusting me, a villain.”

“I know. But I would have sensed ill intent on you if you really had any. And you could have done a lot of things already, and you’re doing things you don’t need to do to get my trust.”

“Like?”

“Holding my umbrella for me when I have two free hands, listening to my thoughts, comforting me, list goes on.” You look up at him and he nods.

“I guess, I just found you worthy of my time.” He smiles, genuinely smiles. You blush.

You had reverted his face to his own to see his genuine reaction to make sure he wasn’t lying without his knowledge. You make it go back to the disguise.

“Is that a blush I see? What, this American face too handsome for you?” He squints weirdly and bites his lip, making you laugh.

“Stop, stop! I hate that face.” You cover your mouth from laughing too loud and he hums in laughter.

You both stop at his apartment and he sighs.

“Well, this is my stop. I would take you to yours but I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He rubs his neck and hands you back your umbrella.

“It’s okay. I’m a tough girl, I got it.” You smile and he ruffles your hair.

“See you soon?”

“I hope.” You wave him away as he walks inside his apartment and you make his disguise disappear, making your way back to the castle.

When you finally get back only using two portals without dying of exhaustion for using so much magic, you turn yourself invisible and head inside your castle, showing your face briefly to the guards to let them know it’s you.

Rushing to your room, you quickly get ready for the night and sit on your bed once you’re done.

Sighing, your phone vibrates as soon as you put it to charge.

You toss your phone on your bedside table and lay down, frowning in the direction of your window. The moonlight lights up your room and you sigh, covering your face with your pillow.

“You look so pretty..” A soft voice calls out to you.

“You’re just saying that to make conversation.” You hear yourself say.

You’re in the middle of the field and you’re staring down at the tall grass, the sun gracing you with its presence and light.

“You know I wouldn’t do that. Come here.” The voice pulls you in and you feel a hand on your face, turning your head in their direction.

“You’re the most beautiful person I know..” Todoroki’s face comes into view and he suddenly frowns.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes following something on your face.

You lift your hand to your cheek and feel moisture. Gasping, you look down at your fingers and see red liquid.

“You’re not going to leave us for that villain, are you?” You hear Shinsou’s voice behind you. You whip around to see the boys with angry and sad expressions.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“You wouldn’t?” You whip back and jump when you see Dabi holding you, his icy blue eyes piercing into your heart.

“I have no reason to.”

“And yet, you’re keeping me a secret from your best friends.” He smirks and grabs your arm, holding you close to his chest.

“I don’t want them to get hurt.”

“Them? Or you just don’t want your reputation to get hurt. You just want to rebel, princess. You just want to be a kid, don’t you?” He drags his nose across your neck and you wiggle away.

“No! That isn’t true.”

He suddenly grabs your neck with one hand and you claw at his wrist, desperate for air.

“Stop lying to yourself, you’re just a selfish kid who wants the world to herself.” He holds you over a cliff and you desperately try to bring out your wings, but to no avail.

He releases his hold on you and your friends walk away.

“No!” You sit up suddenly and breathe heavily, your chest going up and down rapidly.

Your hair sits all over your face and you push it away, looking out the window and seeing the sun rise through your curtains.

You collect your breath and lay back down, grabbing your phone and checking the time.

7:55 A.M

You have to get up in 5 minutes.

Groaning, you lay in bed until your alarm goes off, smacking the dismiss button.

“I have training today..” You sigh out and get out of bed at 8:10.

When you’re all dressed and ready for school, you put on a cardigan for the chilly morning air.

“It’s already fall..” You rub your shoulders, smiling slightly at the season.

You get in your carriage and don’t bother checking out the curtain like you usually do.

When you arrive at school, you take a minute to collect your thoughts and get out, the sun now covered by the clouds as you make your way inside.

“Vampy!” Shinsou calls out for you and you stop, turning to face him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He stops jogging and pauses in front of you.

“I’m tired.”

“You look more than tired.” His brows furrow in worry and you shrug.

“I had a nightmare, I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks as he leads you inside and you shake your head.

“I’ll survive.”

He digs in his bag and pulls out a slice of watermelon suddenly. He hands it to you. You snort and hold it, confused.

“You have a seran wrapped slice of watermelon in your bag?”

“I felt like I should have brought it today. It’s a good thing I did. Eat it.” He smiles at you and you unwrap it, not bothered by the stares you’re getting.

You both walk into class and you toss the remaining end of the watermelon in the trash and sanitize your hands, bumping into Shinsou’s back on the way to your desk.

“What is that?” He asks and you sleepily look at him. then his hand pointing at your desk.

You frown and walk around him, walking to your desk and looking at the white basket wrapped in plastic, (F/c) ribbons tying it closed and decorated with small red crystals at the bottom of the basket. You look around it and find a note, picking it up and dropping your bag on the floor.

“I hope I’ll still see you at practice, today. You’re pretty when you’re angry.” Written in cursive and you look down at Todoroki’s desk.

Empty.

You shove the card back in its place and pick up the basket, then drop it carelessly on his desk. Shinsou raises a brow at you and Bakugou along with Kirishima walk in.

“Pup-”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. Not today.” You rest your head down on your desk and both look at Shinsou, who has his hands up in a ‘don’t look at me’ way.

Class ends and you reluctantly take the basket, swaying it on your way to the gates.

“Who’s it from?” Kirishima asks.

“Todoroki.”

“What?” All of them stop in front of you and you shrug, yawning.

“You’re really out of it today, huh?” Shinsou pets your head and you nod sleepily.

“Open it.” Kirishima says and you put the basket on the floor, untying the (F/c) ribbon and pushing apart the plastic.

“Oh, my god.” Kirishima’s eyes widen when he sees the (f/c) diamond and opal necklace along with earrings and a crown. A few random candies in between it all. You stare at the flower petals scattered across the gift and you close the bag, wrapping it back up.

“I’m giving it back.”

“What?” Kirishima says and you all look at him and he suddenly turns red.

“I mean, it’s a nice gift. Why give it back?”

“Because he thinks he can give the new dumb girl anything pretty after insulting her and expect to be forgiven.”

“He what?” Shinsou steps forward but Bakugou blocks his way, shaking his head.

“I’m tired. I don’t even like gifts, and I don’t want them from him. I tried being his friend and now we’re engaged but it’s still the same. I just want to sleep.” You walk past them and head for your carriage.

“I’ll see you guys tonight for the sleepover after my practice.” You give them a sleepy smile and step in your carriage, waving at them from the window.

💜🌙TAGS ARE OPEN🌙💜

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Soul Lily Pt. 5

Pairing: Mafia!Tattoo!Soulmate! Dabi x reader💥🤗

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 3k

After a few hours, he finally finishes the woman's tattoo and gestures for you to heal it.

"Go, do your job." He's taking off his gloves and you hold the bottle in the crook of your arm, hovering your hands over her chest.

"What are you doing?" She goes to slap your hands away but Dabi grabs her wrist.

"Relax, she's healing your shit." He lets go of her and you watch the redness of her skin disappear along with her discomfort.

"You still need to put on the ointment so it keeps healing, she's just getting rid of the afterpain for now, you still need to take care of it." He turns away as you step back to let her put on her shirt.

You rub at the bottle and look up at her face.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" You ask, she shakes her head.

"No, it's fine. Thanks." She awkwardly says and digs in her bag, pulling out a folded bill.

"Take it. I know you were using it on me the entire time." She places the bill in your empty hand and you jump.

"You did?"

"I didn't feel it as much as I did before, so thanks." She walks out and you stare at the bill, unfolding it.

"She gave you a hundred?" Dabi leans over your shoulder and you elbow him away.

"Ow, I give you a job and you abuse me? Wow." He crosses his arms and you play with the hook of the bottle.

"You can put that down now." He says, watching as you rub it.

"Oh, right." You set it down and he begins cleaning his room.

"Why did you want me to hold that, by the way?"

"So you would stop fucking around and staring at me."

Your jaw drops.

"You made me hold the bottle for two hours so I could sit still?!"

"Yeah."

"Well, that didn't stop me from staring at you." You cross your arms and he throws a towel at your face.

"Quit being gross and help me."

You stay seated as he continues cleaning what he's used, putting away some of his tools and throwing others away.

"Let's go." He walks towards the door and you grab his water bottle, following him.

"Where are we going?"

"To get the hell out of here, I'm tired of being here." He puts on his hood and you follow him out the door, until the man with the white hair stops him.

"Where are you going?"

"I finished my appointment.”

You walk up to the white haired man and extend a hand.

“I don’t know your name.” You keep it held out and Dabi grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Don’t do that.” He whispers and drags you out of the shop, pulling you in the opposite direction of your house.

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t like handshakes.” He lets go of you and you pick at the hook of his water bottle.

“The fuck did you bring that for?”

“In case you got thirsty..” You hold it away from him when he tries taking it and he squints.

“Hand it over.”

“No.”

“It’s not even yours!”

“Then why did you make me hold it for two hours?!”

You both stand on the sidewalk in silence and he huffs, looking around.

“I finished all my appointments for today, you can go back and help Shigaraki.”

“Who?”

“The fuckhead with the hands.”

“Oh, are you going to be there?” You ask, playing with the bottle again.

“No, I just told you I finished with all my appointments.”

“But it’s only three pm.” You squint in the sunlight as you look up at him and he leans his weight onto one leg, covering you from the sun, pretending to be tired so you don’t notice.

“Yeah, I do all my shit in the morning so I have the afternoon all to myself.”

“Then why did you drag me along out the store?”

“So he wouldn’t hurt-” He thinks over his words. “Your feelings.” You give him a doubtful stare.

“I don’t think you really care about my feelings enough like that, you don’t even like me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So, you like me?”

“Didn’t say that either.”

You pout, looking around.

“I should get going, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile at him and walk away, stopping halfway and turning back.

“Here.” You hand him his bottle and he awkwardly takes it, watching you walk away again.

“Have fun today, Dabi!” You wave at him and he scoffs, walking away.

Going back inside the shop, Toga glances at you, then looks up when she sees you’re alone.

“Where’s your Dabi?” She pokes fun and you walk up to her.

“He left, said I could help you guys.” You lean on the counter and she smiles, looking at Shigaraki who’s sitting on a couch in the main entrance, playing a game.

“Tomura-kun, she’s staying with us.” She jumps off the chair she was sitting in and runs over to him, snatching the switch out of his hands.

“Toga!”

“Here, pass this for him, he’s been stuck on it all week.” She hands you the switch and you stare at it.

“But it’s not mine.”

“Just take it.” She wiggles it in front of you and you take it, walking over to him and handing it back to him.

“I don’t really play video games.” You explain, leaning back on the counter again.

The phone rings behind the counter and you all jump, looking at each other.

“Go to Dabi’s room.” Shigaraki stands up and you realize he’s talking to you, rushing away into Dabi’s room and shutting the door.

You sit on his couch and swing your legs back and forth, already unsure if you should have taken this job.

“Who are you and why are you here?” A man made out of purple mist swings the door open and you nearly hit the ceiling how high you jumped.

“I-I..”

“Lay off, Kurogiri.” Dabi walks back into the room and you watch a lizard man walk in as well.

“Woah, you have a girl in here?”

“Get-”

“Alright, let me see the girl.” A tall woman with glasses comes out and you hide in your sweater.

“Look what you did, you made her uncomfortable.” Toga swats them out and Dabi shuts the door, leaving just the two of you inside.

“Hey, change of plans.” He walks over to you and crouches in front of you.

“Something came up so you can’t be here.” He tugs your sweater off your face and you look at his eyes.

“Take your ass home.”

“But, I don’t even know your favorite color..” You glance at your flowers on his skin and he frowns.

“My what? The fuck does that have to do with you getting out?”

“I want to get to know you.” You fix your hair and he rolls his eyes.

“Not an option.”

“Why not?”

“Because my shit is none of your business. Out.”

“Not until you tell me your favorite color.”

“I don’t have one, get out.”

“Now, I know that’s a lie.”

“It’s on your fucking skin, now get out.” He picks you up and you squeak, skin getting warm.

“Yellow and dark blue?”

“Yellow.” He carries you out and everyone stares as he does so.

He puts you down and you lose your balance, nearly falling over until he grabs your sweater, then your shirt.

“I just had to get stuck with the most clumsiest fuck on this planet, didn’t I?” He pulls you back on your feet and releases your clothing.

“It gives me character.” You cross your arms.

“And for a more interesting friendship.” You stick out your tongue and he slaps it, surprising you.

“Don’t stick your tongue at me or else I’m biting it.” He threatens.

“Oh? Does that mean we’ll kiss one day?” You ask, eyes full of hope.

“I’m leaving.” He turns back to go inside and you grab his jacket.

“Wait, seriously though, can we at least be friends first? I’ll show you I’m not so bad to be around.” You smile at him and he shakes you off his jacket, facing you.

“That last comment says otherwise.”

“You say that, but you’ve done worse.” You wag a condescending finger at him and he rolls his eyes.

“Deal? If I can get you to like me as a friend, I can surely get you to like me as your soulmate, even if you don’t believe in that. Although, our tattoos say other things.” You trace a flower on your neck and his eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching.

Your eyes widen when he grabs your wrists away from yourself, nose almost touching yours.

“Stop.”

“You did that to me yesterday, so I get to do it to you today.” You whisper, feeling his breath on your lips.

His eyes trail down your face, stopping at your lips and going down to your neck where his flowers glow at his touch.

“You’re treading in dangerous territory, princess.” He leans back slightly to get a better view of your face, his eyes darkening.

“Lead the way.”

He traces your face for any sign of doubt, lie, or fear. But when he can’t find any, he loosens his grip on your wrists.

“Watch your mouth. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“Neither do you. But I chose to take the first step forward when you took the first step back.” You flip your hands out of his grasp, grabbing his and kicking his legs off balance. He slips backwards and you place your foot by his chest and another between his legs, holding him off the ground.

Everyone stares, mouth agape through the shop window.

“I could easily fold you in a fight.” You smile at him. He raises a brow.

“I’m gonna fold you over my chair if you don’t get the hell off me.” He tries to get back up but you immediately drop his wrists at his words, letting him land flat on the concrete.

“Not.. like that.” He groans as he gets up, rubbing and dusting off his back.

“Sorry..” You try helping but he shoves your hands away before you can touch him.

“No touching.”

You hold your hands together and look around him. He huffs and finishes dusting himself off.

“You get one question.”

“Can I see my flowers?”

“Except that.”

“You said one question!”

“Except that.”

“That’s not fair.” You kick at the ground, pushing away a few pebbles in his direction.

“Why can’t I see them?”

“Because I don’t feel like it.”

“But they’re mine!”

“Oh, poor thing.” He mocks and rolls his eyes, turning away from you.

“Do we have a deal?”

He stops and takes a deep breath.

“You’re not getting what you want, I’m only keeping you around so no one else touches my shit on you. I don’t need to be feeling that.” He walks back inside the shop and you squint, the flowers on your skin disappearing with him.

Walking home, you grumble the whole way.

“I don’t want to. Me, me, me.” You mock.

“We don’t need her here.” Shigaraki crosses his arms, his pinkes pointed away from himself.

“She’s the only healer we can get, you’re lucky she didn’t reject him.” Toga stands up from her seat and Dabi flops down on the couch away from everyone.

“She’s not even a healer.” Shigaraki glances at Dabi and Toga leans over to look at him as well.

“That doesn’t matter, Tomura, as long as she can get rid of some pain, that’s good enough for us.” Kurogiri tries to reason with him but he’s not having it.

“No, that’s not good enough. We don’t know the setbacks with her quirk, or how it works.”

“You should have done your research then! How are we gonna just let her in here without knowing how her quirk works?!” Toga throws her hands in the air and Shigaraki reaches to grab her, until Kurogiri throws a portal in the direction his hand is headed.

“We’re not doing this here. Control your temper. We don’t know how her quirk works because it’s vague. Her quirk is called numbing, but that isn’t what it does entirely. If she continues to use and improve it, we don’t know what else she could do with it.” He makes his portal disappear and Shigaraki walks up to Dabi.

“You’re the one who brought her here, and not by my orders. I told you to find out more about her and you gave her a job instead.”

“She’s not gonna stay around me if I don't do that. I’m giving her an excuse to stay around me. The more she stays around, the more we find out about her.” He shrugs and Toga walks up to him as well.

“And if you fall for her?”

“The hell I will.” He stands up and gets in her face.

“The day I fall for her is the day I’ve given up on myself entirely.”

“You mean you haven’t done that already?” Spinner jumps in.

“Watch it, lizard.” He grits his teeth, moving away from Toga.

“Spin-”

“I’m leaving now, don’t even know why you all needed me here in the first place.”

He takes his water bottle with him as he heads for the door.

“Figure out the rest of her information, I don’t wanna deal with her shit all by myself.” He leaves the shop and heads to where he’s staying, an old apartment with a somewhat decent living space.

He tosses his water bottle on the couch and drops himself next to it, rolling his neck around to release the tension.

“Fuck..” He rubs the front of his neck and his rabbit hops over next to him, a gift he got from Toga, that she stole, and almost ate.

“What.” He opens his eyes and lifts his head from the couch, staring at the black bunny’s big eyes.

He gets up from the couch and opens his fridge, taking out a few bell peppers and cucumbers and begins cutting them into smaller pieces. When it stomps, he puts down his knife.

“Don’t stomp at me, you already had spinach yesterday and you’re not getting that shit until next week.” He points at it and continues cutting the vegetables when he gets a message.

“Fucks sake.” He throws down his knife and digs his phone out of his pocket, tossing his phone down on the counter with a loud slam.

You: Can you at least send me a peek?

He raises a brow.

Dabi💎: I don’t send dick pics

You: LITERALLY NOT WHAT I MEANT

He chuckles, liking the feeling of getting under your skin.

You: Give me my flower or else I’m holding your hand 😠

Dabi💎: Ohh im so scared 🙄

You: You will be when you accept me as yours 😌

Dabi💎: What

You: Nothing 😳

Dabi💎: One of these days I'm gonna fucking rail the hell out of you

You: CAN YOU BE NICE

He finishes cutting the vegetables and puts them in the bunny's bowl, taking his phone with him

You: You don't even know how old I am and you're already trying to ruin me-

Dabi💎: I know how old you are. I'm not trying to catch a case 🙄

You: With how aggressive you are, I'm sure you've caught other cases-

Dabi💎: You implying smth, princess?

You: You wouldn't be talking yourself up so much if you didn't have

You: Experience

He scoffs.

Dabi💎: You calling me a whore?

You: WOAH

You: NOW I DIDN'T SAY THAT

You: I'm saying you must watch a lot of..

You: Movies..

Dabi💎: I don't watch porn if that's what you're implying

You: DON'T SAY IT

You: IDK WHAT YOU DO IN YOUR FREE TIME

Dabi💎: you

You: STOP IT

He leaves you on delivered and tosses his phone on the couch, taking off his jacket and shoes, along with his shirt and leaving them on the ground.

He hisses when the coldness of the couch touches his scars and bare skin, sighing when he lowers himself back onto it slowly.

Placing his arm on his forehead, he touches his unharmed skin where your flowers would be.

Of all the people..

It had to be you.

"I'm heading out!" You run to the door and your mom watches you rush excitedly, bag in hand.

"Where are you going?"

"Work."

"Oh, have fun. Wait-" She gets out of her seat in the kitchen and you pause.

"You're never excited to go to work." She raises a questioning brow and you roll your lips between your teeth.

"Why are you excited?"

"I..got a new job." You close your eyes and she looks at what you're wearing.

A tone darker than pastel yellow skirt and a black long sleeve, a heart hole right over your chest and black fishnets, black chunky heels to match.

“You never wear skirts.” She raises a suspicious brow and you look at her confused.

“I wear one everyday to school.”

“By your own volition.”

“I do wear them, you’re just never around to see them.” You open the door and head out, speed walking to the shop.

You calm your pace when you’re around the corner, peeking behind the wall of the building the shop is in.

A hand comes to your thighs and you swing your leg upward, missing their head as they duck. You grab their throat and kick their balance away, holding them down onto the ground, your left knee on their left arm and your right heel pressing down their right wrist.

When you see who it is, you watch him look away from your skirt.

“Dabi!” You jump off him and pull him up, taking his pain away and putting the energy in a little bottle.

“You need to quit attacking me like that or I’m firing you.”

“Don’t sneak up on me and we won’t have that issue.” You dust off your skirt and he looks you up and down.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks, walking past you and dragging his finger on the hem of your skirt.

“Work.” You follow after him, watching as he opens the door with his keys and lets you in.

“Don’t think that’s the only reason.” He side eyes you as he locks the door back up, watching as you bend over to fix your fishnets. He catches a glimpse of your underwear and looks away.

“No, I just like to dress up every now and then. And I want to match the vibe of this place.” You adjust your bag on your shoulder as you lean on the counter while he counts the register.

“Uh huh.” He doesn’t believe you.

“Thought it might be a good idea to get them out of your view, for a bit.” You mumble, playing with your necklace. He stops counting.

“What?”

“Hm?” You ask, not understanding his confusion.

“You don’t want to see them.” He claims more than questions.

“No, I like seeing them. But you don’t.”

“I never said that.”

“I know, but since I can’t see mine, I think it’s only fair.” You smile at him, watching his scowl return as he goes back to counting the money.

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told, not in those words.”

He finishes counting the register and sits back, going on his phone.

“Toga isn’t coming today, so you’ll be on register and front desk.” He yawns out.

Nodding, you walk over to his side to get a look of the new side of the register and he looks you up and down, unsure as to why you’re by his side. He looks up at the wall mirror opposite to the counter and stares at your body leaning over to look at the computer.

He watches your hair fall on your face and a sliver of his flowers peeking through the heart shaped hole on your shirt along with a bit over your collar.

His hair touches yours slightly and you look towards him, your eyes trailing down to your flowers on his chest.

“I can see you looking at me.” His voice comes out deep, the vibrations of his tone reaching your body.

You stand up straight and look at what has his attention.

You.

You tilt your head and smile at him in your reflection. His eyes linger on your lips, then to your neck.

“I think we look nice together.” You whisper. He looks up at your eyes, searching for something he doesn’t know he’s looking for, and hoping he doesn’t find it.

Your noses are nearly touching as he drifts closer to you, feeling each other's breath on your skin.

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Stubborn Hugs Pt. 24

Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨🤗💥

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 3k

“What are you going to do today?” Namjoon begins a conversation with you once everyone has left the island.

“I have to take Jungkook to his session, then I’ll be going to the store to work since I can’t keep staying away for long periods of time.” You sigh and he glances at Yoongi.

“You sure that won’t be too much for you? Especially with your arm?”

“I won’t have to do too much today, luckily for me I mostly have to do markdowns and reorganize some stations.” You wave your healthy hand dismissively and Yoongi walks over.

“I can’t keep watch over her today, so you’re going to watch over her for the day.” Yoongi pats Namjoon’s shoulder and your jaw drops in disbelief.

“Yoongi!”

“Don’t Yoongi me.” He points a stern finger in your direction and goes to his room to change for the day.

“Everyone else is going to be working today so they can’t watch over you, and Jungkook is busy, so that leaves me.” Namjoon scratches at the island counter and you sit up straight.

“Right, we’ll be alone.” You drag out, catching his attention.

“Well only a little.” He rolls his lips between his teeth and nods slowly, looking away.

“Could you two be any more awkward?” Jin fixes his jacket and you both jump.

“Leave them alone.” Yoongi gives Jin a pointed look and walks over to you, giving you a soft kiss in your hair.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” He smiles and you blush, nodding slightly.

“Okay, be safe.”

He walks out the house and drives off, the rest of the boys coming to exit greet you with kisses and well wishes.

When you’re alone again, you slide out of your chair and pick up Jungkook’s food, heating it up.

Namjoon stares at your back and taps the counter top, debating if he should say something.

“Hey-”

“Noona I’m ready!” Jungkook comes down the stairs and Namjoon shuts his eyes.

“Good, here.” You take out the food from the microwave that finished heating his food and hand it to him.

“Eat, I can smell your hunger from upstairs.”

“You’re not going?”

“I didn’t say that. I just want you to eat.” You take his bookbag off him and make him sit, handing him a utensil.

“I’m gonna get dressed, be right back.” You ruffle his hair between his tall bunny ears and head upstairs.

Jungkook quietly starts eating, not minding Namjoon’s presence.

“Thanks..” Jungkook murmurs, his cheek full of food.

“For?” Namjoon asks, understanding what he said regardless.

“Last night.” He tugs softly at his shirt.

“Oh, no need to thank me. I know you would have done the same.” Namjoon smooths his long hair and thinks about cutting it, pulling up a strand.

“You’ve been getting closer to her, that’s good.” Jungkook picks at his food and takes another mouthful before he can say anything else.

“That doesn’t seem good.” Namjoon raises a brow, eyeing the bunny.

He shakes his head.

“I’m happy for you.” He stuffs his cheeks again and Namjoon frowns.

“Is this about what happened last time? You think I’ll leave you?”

Jungkook swallows down his food and gulps down his juice, slamming the glass down so hard it nearly shatters.

“No no, I’m not doing this. I’m going to speak about it with my therapist and we won’t have to put Noona in danger. None of this is going to happen.” Jungkook stiffly smiles and picks up his plate, aggressively washing it.

“Alright, I am set- Namjoon, why haven’t you gotten dressed?” You stop at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a knit (f/c) sweater and black jeans, boots to match.

“I was just about to. Didn’t want to leave him alone.” He stiffly gets up and leaves the room, jogging upstairs.

“How was breakfast?”

“Fine.”

“Did you get enough sleep?”

“No.”

“Did you want something from my store?”

“No.”

“Is there anything you’re forgetting?”

“No.”

You nod, used to this type of response from Yoongi and Taehyung when you first took them in, Yoongi lasted about 2 years and Taehyung 1.

“If we have time, do you want to go to a gym?” You ask, this time Jungkook doesn’t answer immediately.

“What for?”

Got him.

“So you can find another outlet, besides talking.” You smile at him and he side-eyes you.

“How would that help me?”

“Some people find the adrenaline rush freeing, you get to get into shape while releasing some of the stress. Without hurting anyone, of course.”

Jungkook casts his gaze to the ground, thinking.

“What do you think I should do?”

“Well, you could start with basic training first. You look like someone who would get into boxing, too.” You sit on the counter and he follows you with his eyes.

“Boxing?”

“Yeah, punching, tactics, self defense as well.” You tilt your head from side to side and he frowns, giving it some thought.

“I’m done.” Namjoon comes down and you stare at his white fitted sweater complimented by a dark green plaid jacket, black corduroy pants to tie it all together.

“Okay, let’s go.” You quickly hop off the counter and take your keys along with your bag and go outside, waiting for the boys to exit until you close the door, locking it.

“Don’t carry that.” Namjoon takes a small box full of books from your arms, taking it with him.

“Namjoon, I’ll be fine.” You smile at him and thank him when he places it down on a small table by the register.

“I don’t need your cut to open up again.” He frowns when you start slipping temporary bookmarks in the book, a clearance price on it.

“My cut is basically closed. I’ll be okay.”

“Then why are you still wearing the bandage?”

“Because Yoongi thinks a cut is fully healed when it’s scarred or gone.” You stop, resting your arm on the box.

“He’s not wrong.”

You squint at him and continue labeling.

“Do me a favor, get the other boxes for me and help me label them.” You shoo him away and he jogs to the back, carrying 2 more boxes.

“Ah-”

“Oh-”

Namjoon stops in front of a girl with fox ears, her piercings glinting in the light whenever she moves them.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Namjoon bows slightly and nearly drops the boxes, the girl immediately stopping them from falling over.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for bumping into you. I’ve never seen you here before, I’m a regular.”

“I’m just helping out my, caretaker.” Namjoon winces at the name and tilts his head.

“Probably should have used a different term.” He chuckles and she laughs, agreeing.

“Yeah, I saw you immediately cringe right after. I’m Nora.”

“Namjoon, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiles and she goes to pick up a box.

“Here, I’ll help you since it’s the last box anyway.”

“You sure? There’s a lot in there.”

“I’m a strong fox, I got it.” She winks at him and he smiles again, leading her to the register.

“How long have you been coming here?” He asks her, watching her ears twitch at the sound of his voice.

“A little after they opened. I don’t remember when they did, I think it’s been a while.” She scrunches her nose.

You look up from ringing someone out and nearly shout when you see a fox girl carrying a box next to Namjoon.

You rush over and take the box from her arms, startling both of them.

“Hey-”

“Namjoon, you can’t let customers carry inventory.” You look up at him and he suddenly looks flustered, setting down his own boxes by the last one.

“We were just making conversation, she just happened to help me.”

“That’s fine, but you can’t let them help like that, they could get hurt.”

“Excuse me, I’m completely capable of taking care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but it’s company policy and I’m not having any cases started here.” You look at her and she scoffs.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the owner of this store.” You raise a brow at her and she looks flushed as well.

“(Y/n) your arm-”

“I’m fine, Namjoon.” You look up at him and drop the box on top of the others, walking back around the register.

He flinches when you drop the box, surprising him with your tone.

“Mh, I should get going. It was nice meeting you, I hope we can see each other again.” She smiles at him and he nods, smiling slightly at her.

“Same here. Have a nice day.”

She walks out of the store and you make your progress through all the books, a crease between your brow the entire time.

“Why couldn’t she help me?”

“Because she doesn’t work here. It’s one thing helping you with something small like putting back a book into your box if you dropped it but it’s another thing carrying an entire box with you. Some people demand compensation for it.”

You quickly finish your boxes and Namjoon looks through them.

“You finished fast.”

You tap your fingernails on the counter and your manager, Jeongyeon, comes in, waving to you.

You smile and wave back, your frown reappearing when she disappears in the back.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You clock out when Jeongyeon comes back and clocks in, telling her everything that needs to be done.

“Let’s go.” You walk to the back and get all of your stuff, handing him his jacket as you make your way outside.

“Wait, (Y/n). Why are you in such a rush?”

“Jungkook’s session is ending soon. I don’t like to keep him waiting.” You climb into your car and so does he, both strapping on your seatbelts and driving in silence.

“I made my first friend..” Namjoon whispers and you grip the steering wheel tighter.

“That’s good.” You say, your eyes flitting from mirror to mirror.

He glances at your creased eyebrows and holds his hands together.

“She was nice.” He continues and you try your best not to squeeze the wheel any tighter in fear you’ll pull it off.

“Was she? What did you talk about? She seemed, interested in you.” You smile and park in front of Jungkook’s therapy building.

“She called my ears cute, I said hers were pretty, too.” He scratches his cheek and you click off your seatbelt.

“Let’s go get Jungkook.” You get out of your car and he hurriedly follows, struggling to keep up with your pace.

You walk inside and tell the receptionist you’re here to pick up Jungkook. She lets you know he’s almost done and tells you to have a seat in the waiting room.

You thank her and head over, taking a seat with your eyes closed.

Tapping a silent finger on your wrist, the crease in your eyebrow never disappears.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon gently takes a seat next to you and you nod, your eyes remaining closed.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“Namjoon, a moment of silence please.” You whisper and he jumps, blushing at your soft tone.

Nodding even though you can’t see him, he silences.

After 20 minutes or so, Jungkook comes out of the room looking for you.

“Noona?” He whispers timidly around the few people in the quiet room, but your head immediately perks up.

Shooting up, you rush over to him, sensing his heart rate.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” He laughs, sniffling right after.

“We just talked about a couple serious things, I’ll be okay, Noona.” He sniffles again and you dig in your bookbag, taking out a mini packet of tissues, handing it to him. He chuckles and tears it open, using one,

“Thanks. Can we go? I’m hungry.” He sniffles out and you hold his hand, walking out with him.

Namjoon stares at Jungkook’s hunched posture as he pretends to bite your hand to lighten the mood.

“I don’t want take out, can you make me something?”

“Of course, what are you in the mood for?”

“Maybe naengmyeon or Bibimbap?”

“Well, now you made me hungry for both.” You smile at him and he chuckles evilly, his plan all along.

“You didn’t want to go check out a gym like we had planned earlier?”

He shakes his head.

“I’ve had enough exhaustion for a day, I just want to sleep and eat.” He gets in the car with you and Namjoon sits in the back, silently putting on his seatbelt.

He doesn’t want to interrupt his time with you.

“Yoongi won’t be home until like 5 am, he has a few things to do today.” You mention, Jungkook pouts.

“I wanted to watch a new movie with him..”

“He would fall asleep halfway, Jungkook.” You tease, making him scoff.

“He’s not that old to do that.” He waves you off and suddenly taps his chin in thought, turning back to you.

“Is he..?”

“That depends on the movie you were planning on watching and how tired he is.” You pat his hand softly and he groans, leaning his head back.

When you arrive home, you get started on the food Jungkook wanted, making enough for the whole house, and seconds.

“Noona, let's watch this movie!” Jungkook seems in a better mood than in the morning, bouncing in his seat as he flicks through movies on the tv.

“Tell me what it’s about and maybe I will.”

“It’s about zombies-”

“No.”

“Wh- I wasn’t done!”

“Last time we watched a zombie movie together, you almost kicked Yoongi for waking up in the middle of the night.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault he walks so slow and groans like one when he’s barely awake.” He points an upset finger at you and continues to look through the selections.

“(Y/n)?” Namjoon startles you when he calls out directly behind you, jumping away when you toss the metal spoon behind you.

“Yes?” You respond, going to pick it up.

“You have a minute?” He plays with his sweater and you wash the spoon, nodding.

“While I make this, yes.” You look up at him and he rolls his lips between his teeth, teetering on what to say.

“I, want to make more friends.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not upset?”

You blink.

“Why would I be upset over you wanting to socialize?”

“You looked a little upset earlier, with the girl with the pretty ears.” He scratches his neck and you stop cutting the vegetables.

“I, was only upset because you let her do more than she should have.” You smile stiffly, going back to cutting.

“So, you don’t mind if I’m friends with girls?”

“Namjoon, you’re a grown man. I can’t control who you’re friends with.”

“Great, can you take me back to the bookstore tomorrow so that I can get the girl’s number?” He smiles and you suddenly cut the vegetables with so much aggression your finger becomes one.

“Noona!” Jungkook jumps up when he hears you stop and smells the blood, pulling Namjoon out of the way and running your finger under the water.

“Noona are you okay?” He asks, watching as the blood goes down the sink.

“Hm?”

“Noona!” He shakes you and you blink, only realizing what happened.

“Oh my god-” You pull your hand out from under the water and grab a few paper towels, squeezing your finger with them.

“I’m okay, this happens all the time. Do me a favor and get me the aid kit from the bathroom, please?” You smile at Jungkook and he hesitantly leaves to get it.

You take a seat on the chair by the island and Namjoon stares at you.

“(Y/n)..?”

“Yes?”

“Are you upset?”

“I’m upset I hurt myself when I just got healed. Another thing for Yoongi to scold me over.” You sigh, watching Jungkook rush back with the box.

He opens it and does as he’s told, carefully disinfecting you and wrapping up your finger in gauze.

“Thank you, Kookie. You took care of me very well.” You ruffle his hair with your right hand and go to finish cooking.

You clean the knife and throw away the soiled vegetables, cleaning the cutting board and starting over.

Jungkook pulls Namjoon away from you into the living room.

“You can’t distract her when she’s using sharp utensils, Namjoon.” He scolds him, sitting back down.

Yoongi walks through the door later in the day right when the food is finished, taking a deep inhale at the smell.

“Something smells-” He stops as he’s putting his jacket up, looking at you as you serve the two boys a plate.

“Like blood, what did you do?” He rushes over and tosses the rest of his stuff on the floor.

You wave your left injured pointer finger.

“Accident.” You smile, making him uneasy.

“Yoongi hyung!” Jungkook jumps off the couch and Yoongi sniffs him, startling the bunny.

“You helped her.”

“And he did a very good job of it.” You look at him pointedly and Yoongi gives him a soft pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks.” He walks back to his discarded items and Jungkook is beaming at you, his little tail wiggling in pride and excitement.

Yoongi takes his stuff to his room and Namjoon knocks on his door before entering his territory.

“Come in.”

He opens the door slowly, looking around the room and closing the door behind him.

“What is it?” Yoongi charges his electronics and Namjoon pushes his hair out of his face.

“It’s about (Y/n)..”

Yoongi takes a seat on the bed, waiting.

“She’s been acting, stiff..around me..”

“Since?”

“This morning.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing really. She got upset that I let a fox girl help me with some stuff and then proceeded to ask me about what we talked about.”

Yoongi waits for him to finish. He doesn’t.

“And?”

“And what?”

“What did you talk about?”

“Oh! Uh, I told her about how the girl said my ears were cute, and I said hers were pretty.”

Yoongi’s face drops.

“Then I asked her if she was upset about said girl with the pretty ears, and asked if she could take me back so I could get her number.”

Yoongi has his head in his hands by the time Namjoon is done talking, making him worry more.

“Okay, so, couple discrepancies here. One, you’re talking about a,” He waves his hands around to find a word but decides he can’t find a better one.

“Pretty girl, around her. Two, you’re asking her to help you be with said girl. Three, did you ever say anything to (Y/n) about her ears, when she had them?”

Namjoon slowly shakes his head.

“Ah, that makes it worse. Okay, (Y/n) has this, ordeal, about her wolf ears. She misses them, of course, but doesn’t like the problems they come with.”

“I don’t understand..”

“She thinks she looks better with them, but doesn’t want another identity crisis to happen. Or another hospital experiment to happen.”

“She wants them back?”

“I don’t know, what she wants. She’s always changing her mind. Point is, don’t talk about girls with her. Especially not about their ears.”

“Right..”

“What is it now?”

“I still, kind of don’t understand why not.”

“She’s jealous, you dolt. She’s jealous that another girl has your attention, god.” Yoongi throws his hands up in the air and Namjoon’s cheeks redden.

“Why would she be jealous?”

“Namjoon, get out.” Yoongi hides his face behind his hand and points out the door.

"Don't eat so quickly you're going to choke." You pat a coughing Jungkook's back, fanning him with a nearby notebook.

"Too late." He chokes out between coughs, trying not to let food fly out of his mouth.

You refill his glass of water and continue patting him until he finishes coughing.

"(Y/n)?" Namjoon finally speaks up when Jungkook finishes choking, catching your attention.

"Can we talk? Alone?" He plays with the strings of his sweater and you look down at Jungkook who's already eating again.

"Yeah." You follow him as he leads you up to his room and Yoongi comes out of his, going to serve himself.

When you both make it up to his room, you stand aside as he closes the door behind him.

"Everything okay?" You ask.

"Are you jealous?" He suddenly asks and your face flushes.

"I'm sorry?"

"Of the girl?"

You stiffen.

"No."

"There, you're doing it again!"

"What am I doing?!"

"Getting all stiff and weird!" He sits on the bed and you frown.

"Why are you getting jealous over some girl?"

You scoff loudly.

"I have no reason to get jealous over her."

"Then why are you?"

You stare at each other and you look at his koala ears, feeling your own flick, if you had them.

You slide down the wall and curl up your knees to your chest.

You mumble something and he leans forward.

"What?"

"I miss them..and you've never said mine were pretty.." You're too embarrassed to look anywhere but the floor, realizing how stupid you're being.

He straightens and watches your unmoving nature, watching your chest struggle to take deep, full breaths.

"I didn't think I needed to.." He says and you wince, hiding your face in your arms that are resting on your knees. He said the wrong thing.

"I didn't mean it like that." He gets off the bed and sits next to you, your shoulder touching his arm.

"I meant, I didn't think I needed to say they were pretty because I thought you knew." He looks down at you and you don't face him.

"No one ever called them pretty...or anything nice.." You sniffle and he realizes you're crying, something you don't do often in front of anyone.

"I liked them, but the more I got tested on, the worse they got…" You quickly wipe your face and his eyes never leave you.

"Even before I got played with, no one ever said anything good about them.. So I thought it was for the best that they got removed." You laugh to choke back a sob, not daring to look at him.

"I miss them.. Even if no one said anything good about them..I felt like they added onto me, like earrings on a pretty girl..It made her look prettier with such a small detail.." You sniffle and wipe your face with your sleeve again.

Namjoon digs in his pocket and pulls out the pack of tissues you gave Jungkook earlier, taking one out and tapping your arm softly.

When you look up at him, he holds your chin and wipes your face from your tears gently, your eyes closing when he dabs them.

"I think you look pretty with and without them. You've always been the same pretty girl to me, hybrid or not." He rubs his thumb over your cheek and you keep your eyes on him, feeling your neck heat up.

"Am I prettier than her?" You whisper, slightly embarrassed.

He chuckles deeply, pressing his forehead to yours.

"She doesn't even compare to you."

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Unfair Game pt.14

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader 🤗✨

Warnings: swearing

Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn't regret it in the end.

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Soul Lily Pt. 4

Pairing: Mafia!Tattoo!Soulmate! Dabi x reader💥🤗

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you're lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you're meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn't know you're trying to become a hero, and you don't know he's a villain in a mafia group

Word count: 3k

You lay in your bed and stare at your ceiling, your alarm for the day having woken you up. You needed to go train, but you were exhausted.

“(Y/n) you old fuck, get out!” Katsuki bangs on your door and you turn your back to the door, ignoring him.

He knew not to open your door when you’re asleep or when you just woke up, he didn’t want to know how you slept.

“(Y/n)!” He bangs on the door again and you groan, sitting up and getting dressed for training.

“I’m coming!” You shout. Looking down at your digital clock on your bedside table, you read 4:00 am.

Rolling your eyes, you grab your phone and look at the note next to your clock.

You pick it up and read the number on the back of the note.

“Take this as an opportunity to get closer to him and get him to like you.” You thought.

Tapping your phone in thought, you open it and type in the number, sending a text.

You: Hello?

Unknown: Who the fuck is this

You: Nevermind I don’t want to work with you-

Unknown: Hey hey hey get your ass back over here

You: Tell me your name first 😠

Unknown: The fuck I will

You: Okay bye

Unknown: WAIT WAIT FOR FUCKS SAKE

Unknown: Tell me yours first 🙄

You: you said you already knew mine, which is kinda creepy ngl 😳

Unknown: You didn’t say that last night when I was touching you

You: oKAY OKAY

You: Its (Y/n)

Unknown: Dabi

You: HUH

You: sounds familiar 🧐🤔

Dabi💎: Yeah it sounds like what you’ll be screaming soon

You: CAN YOU RELAX WE JUST MET

Katsuki bangs on your door and you shoot up off the bed, ripping the door open. He jumps at how aggressively you opened the door and starts backing away when you lift your hands into claw form, jumping after him.

“(Y/N) NO!”

“YOU DIDN’T LET ME SLEEP IN AND YOU KEEP HITTING MY PRECIOUS DOOR!” You chase after him, grabbing your house keys on the way as he runs out the house and you slam the door on your way out, quickly locking it and running after him.

You both drop to the ground after finishing your training in a forest, taking deep breaths. You ran until you got to your usual training spot, which is 30 minutes away, but with your determination to kill your sibling, you got there in 10. And you continued to train for the next 9 hours since you had a day off. Both you and Katsuki didn’t like to let your body get away from its physique, and you both had a lot of bottled emotions so it helped.

“I..hate you..” You huff and he kicks you away, huffing as well.

You kick at his leg and push him away down a hill, to which he suddenly digs his fingers into the dirt to prevent from rolling away.

He pulls himself up and jumps on top of you but you kick your legs up in his direction.

Before you can kick him away, he uses his quirk to launch himself away from you.

“Ahh you’re lame.” You roll onto your stomach and get up, watching as he rubs his hands, a gesture he’d only do around you.

“Come here.” You walk over to him and he drops his hands.

“I’m fine.”

“I’m not asking.” You grab his wrists and heal his hands, rubbing his palms softly.

“You know we’re not supposed to use our quirks in this type of training.”

“And let you kick me?” He says in disbelief.

“I would win, so yes.” You say smugly and pat his hands away when you’re done.

He tries swinging at you but you dodge it, grabbing his wrist and upper arm and pivoting away. He lands on his back when you flip him over, huffing and him groaning.

“Like that.” You place your hands on your hips in victory and he grabs your ankles, pulling them down above his face and causing you to slip and fall on your back with a groan as well.

“The fuck you do.”

You hear slow clapping and you both look up, Katsuki pushing your legs away from his face and sitting up.

“Well, well, well.” Kaminari walks up with his friends and you sit up, planting your feet flat on the ground and bending your knees, your elbows resting on them.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing the two of you here, alone.” He comments and you can already see Kirishima cringing.

“We’re sparring, fuck off.” Katsuki defends.

“How convenient, you’re both sweaty and out of breath and you’re here alone. Must be a different kind of sparring~”

Mina shoves his shoulder and he nearly falls down the hill.

“Didn’t think you’d be into older women, Bakugou.” Sero comments and you try not to throw up.

“Guys, he’s training. She’s a third year, so it’s good he’s getting more training in.” Kirishima tries to find an excuse and Sero shrugs.

“That’s right, Kirishima.” You stand and walk over to them.

“You should get some training in as well, maybe I could help?” You give them a warm smile and they glance at Katsuki, who’s just finished huffing a little while ago.

“How long have you been training, if I may ask?” Mina asks.

“Since four a.m. Why?” You tilt your head and you can see their souls leave their bodies, even Kirishima.

“Y-you’ve been training for 9 hours..?” Kaminari timidly asks and you nod happily.

“Since we have time, yes.”

“How long do you usually train for?” Kirishima questions.

“Hm, when we have school we wake up at the same time, and we have to be at school by 8:45, so around 4 hours. It really isn’t a lot compared to today.” You dust off your workout pants and the three of them already look exhausted just thinking about it.

“You want to join us tomorrow?” You ask and Katsuki jumps up.

“Absolutely not. I don’t need these fuckers getting in the way.” He complains and stands next to you, crossing his arms.

“Aw come on, you scared I’ll embarrass you in front of the pretty lady?” Kaminari teases and you walk up to him, startling him.

He looks down at you and you suddenly hook your leg behind his knees, grabbing his hand.

“Oh-” He starts but you pull his legs towards you, causing him to fall backwards. He nearly hits the ground until you pull his hand close to you, avoiding his impact.

Sero starts laughing and stops when you look at him.

Helping Kaminari up, you dust off his sweater.

“He would have let you hit the ground, just so you know.” You smile at him and he blinks as you begin to walk home, Katsuki following.

“Quit walking ahead of me!” He shouts, leaving his friends behind.

“Let’s follow them.” Kaminari starts but both Kirishima and Sero grab his shirt before he can start walking.

“Let it go man, or else Bakugou is gonna beat you up next.” Sero pulls him away and they start walking.

“And he’s not gonna be nice about it like (Y/n).”

“Mom still has leftover tempura from the other day, unless you wanted to get something else?” You follow after him and he doesn’t say anything.

“Alright, leftovers it is.” You look around your neighborhood and he digs in his pocket, shoving it into your arm.

“Take it.”

You look at it and see it’s the money from the other day.

“No.” You walk away and he catches it before it falls, angering him.

“(Y/n)-”

“No, I’m not having this conversation with you again, Katsuki. Keep it, or else I’m giving you more next time.” You continue your walk and he huffs, clearly upset.

You both don’t say anything for the remainder of the walk and you check your phone for new messages.

Dabi💎: Are you coming or not

Dabi💎: I’m not asking

Dabi💎: You want more of those stupid photocards or not

Dabi💎: I’m gonna go to your job and tell your manager you steal dogs for a living

Dabi💎: Answer the fucking question 💢

Dabi💎: Your first day is today

Dabi💎:Nevermind your ass is too slow

Dabi💎: Also why the fuck were you awake at 4 am for

Dabi💎: loser

You smile at your phone and reply.

You: I should be asking you the same thing

Dabi💎: Took you long enough

Dabi💎: I don’t sleep

You: Do you have trouble sleeping?

He stared at his phone, reading over the question twice, then once more for good measure. That isn’t important information, so it won’t hurt anyone.

Dabi💎: Yeah, I do

You pause, surprised he actually answered when he was so hesitant to even tell you his name.

You: Ah, I do too

Dabi💎: For someone so happy go lucky as you, I highly doubt that 🙄

You: Well you shouldn’t be so assuming 🤡

Dabi💎: Did

Dabi💎: did you just clown me

You: Yes sir i did

Dabi💎: You’re fired

You: I was never hired in the first place 🤡🤡

You: Aaah youre a clown🤡🎪

Dabi💎: I will come to your house and meet your parents

You: WAIT WAIT IM SORRY

You: THAT’S NOT FAIR I JUST LEARNED YOUR NAME

Dabi💎: QUIT PLAYING THEN AND COME TO WORK

You: I NEVER AGREED TO WORK THERE

Dabi💎: TOO BAD HURRY YOUR ASS UP

You stifle a laugh and walk in your house with Katsuki, getting ready for the day.

You don’t think you’ll have to dress up fancy, so you decide on black ripped jeans, a black sleeveless turtleneck and a zipper hoodie. If they complain about your outfit, you can just zip up the hoodie and call it a day.

Slipping on some ankle boots, you grab a few pieces of leftover tempura and head out, walking to the tattoo shop and eating them on the way.

It seems a lot farther than you remember, but you keep walking until you see a few stores along with the shop.

Grabbing the door handle, you swing it open and the little bell rings, the girl at the front desk looking up.

"Oh, you're the girl from before." She leans on the desk to get a better look at you and you walk up to her.

"Yeah, is Dabi here?" You ask, seeing your wrist blank.

"He just went out to get food, he's doing a piece and they both went to take a break." She explains and you nod, extending a hand.

"(Y/n)." You introduce and she takes it, shaking it awkwardly.

"Toga."

"Don't hold her hand for too long or she'll bite you." The man with white hair comes out and she suddenly lets go.

"Don't lie to her!"

"It's not a lie if it's true!" He counters, crossing his arms.

"What do you want?" He asks, not bothering to introduce himself.

"Dabi told me to come here, for work." You shrug and he frowns. You think. He has a hand on his face but based on his body language, you can tell he's not happy.

"I didn't tell him to do that-" He says and the bell cuts him off, signalling Dabi's arrival.

Your arm and neck go into full bloom and he stops when he sees you.

"You actually showed up." Dabi mumbles, catching your attention away from your tattoos.

"Yeah, I did." You play with your sleeves and he takes his food to his room.

"Come on." He peeks his head out of his room and you jump, trailing after him.

"She's pretty." Toga comments and Shigaraki rolls his eyes.

"Not for you, though." He walks away into his room and shuts the door behind him.

"This is where I do my tattoos," He shows you around the room, a black leather chair in the center. A blue flame neon sign sits by the back wall, a neon white flower on the wall behind the chair.

His inks are all lined up nicely for the customer he was working on recently, all his current utensils on a small table next to the chair. He has a drawer in front of the chair on the right side to the door, some old ink spilled on it. A couch is sitting under the blue flame sign, a blue flower on a table next to it. His walls are painted black and there's a bright white light on the ceiling, another small white light next to the chair to light up the person he works on.

"Don't touch that." He scolds when you walk close to the flower next to the couch.

"I wasn't." You cross your arms and your hoodie slips off your shoulders.

He stares at his flowers that so delicately decorate your soft skin, kissing every corner where his lips would be.

"You have this flower on your phone, too." You stare at it and he looks up at your face that's slightly worried.

"Mm."

"Am, I your second chance?" You ask and he sits up straight.

"Huh?"

"I know those are rare but-"

"No, you're not. I just like that flower." He dismisses your worry and begins to eat, not taking off his jacket.

"Um.." You're suddenly shy around him, which isn't normal for you, since you're usually confident to drive off creepy men.

"Look, I only have 15 minutes left before the fucker comes back to finish the last part of her piece and I wanna finish eating before she gets back, okay?" He stares as you nod slightly, timidly taking a seat on his couch and taking your eyes off him.

He watches as you keep glancing up at him and back at your tattoos, trying your best not to touch them as he eats.

You decide it's best to go on your phone and distract yourself.

While he eats, he watches as your hand slowly inches up to your lips, playing with them. You smile at something on your phone and cover your smile with your hand, your tattoos glowing slightly.

You look at them and look up at him, to which he looks away immediately.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask, putting your phone down.

He side eyes you as he puts another spoonful of food in his mouth.

"Why didn't you just get a healer?"

"If you weren't stuck with me do you really think anyone would work here, seeing what we look like?"

"If people come here to get tattoos knowing what you look like, I don't think they'd have an issue working with you based on your face." You stare at his scars and he turns away.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" You suddenly ask and he turns back.

"No." He responds and you frown.

"Rude."

"You asked."

"Didn't think that'd be your response." You take out your phone again and scroll through your socials.

A knock comes to his door and he puts his food away in a mini fridge in the back of the room.

"Put this on." He tosses you a black face mask and puts one on himself. You follow his orders and he opens the door, revealing a tall slim lady with shorts.

"Chair." He orders her, shutting the door behind her once she enters.

He gives her a towel but she just sits on the chair.

"Take your shirt off and cover yourself with this." He tosses the towel on her lap and your eyes widen.

"I won't be needing that." She says in a sultry tone and Dabi puts on gloves.

"Not asking. Cover yourself, my apprentice is here, have some modesty." He gets his inks ready and she just barely glances at you, rolling her eyes.

"She can leave."

You stare at her and Dabi raises a brow, pausing his actions.

"She's staying. Now put on the towel or you'll be the one leaving." He adjusts his mask and she snatches the towel off her lap, standing and pulling her shirt off in front of his face.

You look away and he glances at you, smiling slightly under his mask as you look around the room.

“You plan on getting any tattoos?” He asks and you don’t respond, thinking he’s speaking to the lady.

“Well, as long as you’re the one doing them for me~” She slowly sits back on the chair, not bothering to put on the towel. He grabs the towel and tosses it on her lap again. She snatches it and covers her bare chest, leaving the part that has to be tattooed exposed.

“Not you.” He grabs his gun and you stare at a few things he has hung around the room.

“If you’re gonna be working here you have to pay attention when I’m talking to you.” He throws another towel at your face and you jump, holding it and looking at him.

“For what, aren’t you supposed to be paying attention?”

“I can multitask, you fuck.” He adjusts her seating and places a copy of the remaining piece of her stencil onto her skin, peeling it off after some time to leave the purple lining.

You stare at the female pain chart he has near the couch and your eyes widen, slowly turning to look at her.

He’s doing her piece on one of the most painful spots, under her breasts on her ribcage.

She squeezes her eyes shut as he starts using the gun on her, the ink being placed into her skin.

“Um..” You stand and he keeps his focus, wiping off the excess ink every now and then.

“Um, do- do you want me to help?” You ask, rubbing at the back of your hands. He stops inking and looks up at you.

“Me?” He asks and you shake your head.

He looks down at the woman who’s gripping the arm rest in pain and discomfort.

“What exactly are you going to do?” She snaps and he continues tattooing her regardless of her complaints. She’s made it this far.

“No, you can just watch.” He waves you off and you nod, standing in the same spot and looking over his hands.

Your eyes trail over his visible hand tendons that flex every time he lifts his hand away from the woman’s body to find a more comfortable spot. His shirt leans away from his body and you tilt your head slightly to get a better view.

Your flowers sit under his scars and glow softly when you look at them and he stops inking, looking up at you through his lashes. You jump and stand straight up, turning away as if you found what you were looking for.

“Come here.” He orders and you shake your head.

"Not asking, come here." He stops inking and you shuffle over as he pulls a chair next to him, patting it for you.

You sit on the chair next to him and he hands you his water bottle.

"Hold this for me." He continues inking and you stare at the metal bottle, holding it between your hands.

"For what?"

"I'll tell you later."

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt. 7

Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3k

After a few exhausting days of trying your best not to make any verbal contact with Todoroki, you’re dressed for bed and ready to get the week over with. You take a seat on your bed-like bay window and pull open the curtains, jumping when you see the man with the staples.

“What are you doing here?!” You whisper-shout, opening the window and letting him crawl in from the ceiling.

He jumps off and lands on your bed with a soft thud as you close the window, placing a finger to your lips to silence him.

“My mother will hear you. What do you want?” You cast a spell to soundproof your room and you put on a thin cloak, covering your exposed skin.

“I’m here to visit, obviously.” He rolls his eyes and you spray your perfume on him.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting rid of your scent. You said you wouldn’t come see me if I gave you my number.” You cross your arms and he raises a brow.

“To which you haven’t been responding to my texts.” He sits up and your arms slide down to your sides, remembering why.

“Why do you want to keep contact with me..? I’m not giving you anything in return for this.. You’re not gaining anything either..”

He shrugs.

“You’re interesting.”

“I’m the embodiment of grass growing..” You contrast and he snorts, taking off his jacket.

His stomach growls and he coughs to cover it, but he isn’t as quick to hide the pain.

“How long has it been since you’ve last eaten..?” You ask and he rolls his eyes.

“None of your business.”

“Ah no. You chose to stay with me so now you’re going to answer my questions or else I’ll tell a guard you’re in here, so you better cooperate with me while you know me.”

He raises a brow again.

You take a big inhale and he immediately covers your mouth, his eyes wide along with yours.

“Don’t.” He slowly lowers his hands and you blink.

“Are you going to answer my questions?”

“No.”

You take another inhale and he covers your mouth again.

“Okay, okay, I’ll answer your questions. Don’t scream.” He stares at your eyes and you nod, watching him sit down.

“It’s been like 2 weeks.” He picks at his staples and you frown.

“With water?”

“Obviously not.”

You nod and point to the bathroom.

“Hide in there.”

“What?”

“Hide, in there. I’m not asking.” You stare at him and he slowly gets up, walking into your bathroom and closing the door.

You walk out of your room and close your door, walking up to a maid on your floor.

“You just had to be interested in her, didn’t you.” Dabi rolls his eyes at himself in the mirror, leaning on your bathroom wall.

“If you get on her good side, you could become one of her guards and you’re a place and safety. She’s not as annoying as the other princess I tried to get close to, either. She’s more cooperative, and like hell will I be sharing shit with the league.” He thinks to himself and stands back up when he hears the bedroom door close.

The bathroom door opens and he hides behind the door.

“Where did he go?” You whisper and he pokes his head out from behind the door, startling you.

“Why are you hiding?”

“You told me to.”

“Not when I come back in.” You wave him over and he comes out of the bathroom, stopping when he sees a tray full of food on your desk.

“Don’t eat too quickly or else you’ll get sick.” You sit on your bed and pull out your phone.

“I’m not eating that.”

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t know your true intentions. You just told me I’m not gaining anything out of this and suddenly you’re nice to me.”

“I was never mean, just cautious.” You frown and he glances at the food, his stomach growling again.

He gets near you and sniffs your cheek slightly, making you back away and swat at him.

“Stop it.”

He looks back at the food and sits down, looking at you for a reaction but only finds you on your phone.

He starts eating and you glance at him, smiling.

When he finishes, you’re saying goodnight to the boys in your group chat and ready for bed.

“You didn’t finish all of it.” You walk up to the desk and see a few leftovers.

“I’m glad you ate what you could, though.”

“So, what information do you want from me?” He turns to you and you think, staring at the leftovers.

“I’ll think about that later, for now,” You conjure up a few to go boxes and transfer the food into them, wrapping them in a furoshiki and handing it to him.

“I want to sleep.” You smile and he stares dumbfounded at the item in your hands, holding his hands out for you. You gently place it in his hands and he continues staring at it. You give him an extra water bottle and open the window for him.

“If you decide to visit next time, I suggest you text me first. I could have friends over.” You rub at your eyes and he nods softly, standing and heading to the window.

“Oh, I don’t know your name.” You hold his jacket for him and he takes it, putting it on.

“Dabi.”

“Dabi?”

“What, not pretty enough for you?”

“I didn’t say that, I just couldn’t hear you.” You frown at him and he weighs the food in his hand.

“I don’t need to know yours. I’ll call you whatever I want.” He keeps the knot of the furoshiki in his mouth and places the water bottle in his pocket, climbing down the castle.

Once he gets to the ground, he runs away into the darkness.

“You look out of it.” Bakugou pushes your head off your desk and you groan.

“We were sending memes until like 2 am and we just had training, of course she’s out of it.” Kirishima sits in Shinsou’s seat and Shinsou sits on your desk, letting you put your head on his lap.

“I have to start preparing for it soon..” You whine and they stiffen, clearing their throats.

“Alright, who’s gonna be man of honor.” Bakugou asks and you lift your head.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Well, you’re not gonna know about it now. You shouldn’t be thinking about that anyway.” Kirishima punches his shoulder and you smile softly, laying your head back down.

Your mother allowed you to record the practice ceremonies for the marriage to look back on your mistakes, but you really wanted them because the boys had asked you to record so they would be kept up to date.

“And Prince Shouto will stand by the door, once the doors open, Princess (Y/n) will come through them and you will hold out your arm for her.” Your okaasan orders and the doors open suddenly, Todoroki catching the door when it nearly hits him in the face.

He glares at you and you walk forward and stop right in front of him. He lifts his arm for you and you hover your hands over it, beginning to walk towards the altar.

“You open the door like that again and I-” He whispers his threat and you suddenly grip his arm, startling him.

“Don’t complain, you’ve been moved twice and you’re still in the wrong spot. Now you’re just asking for it.” You whisper back and stare forward, your head up high.

He growls lowly and you shiver, feeling the vibrations coming from him. You grip his arm tighter and you both stop at the altar, looking up at your mother.

“Release.” She orders and you quickly do so, stepping away from him. Todoroki stands there surprised at the speed you reacted, taking a few steps away as well.

“Your unity and species will be mentioned as taken together for harmony and all things not needed to be mentioned for now. As we don’t need to know Prince Shouto’s species for the time being, we’ll have to adjust the completion of the ceremony when the time comes. The crystal and flower chain will be placed on you both and tied to your wrists, bounding you to each other for as long as the moon allows it.” Your okaasan calls over a maid and she places a soft red rope on your now intertwined hands, wrapping it around them.

Your hands begin to warm when you’re holding his, your whole body feeling warm as well. He frowns and his body begins to do the same, making a spot in his neck burn. He suddenly rips his hands away from you and clasps a hand to his neck in pain.

You stare at him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What does it look like, you cast a spell on me.” He complains and squeezes his eyes in pain. You scoff in disbelief.

“I did not. Come here.” You walk towards him and he steps back.

“Get away from me, call a witch or something.”

“Calling an herb or medicinal witch will take too long, I’ll do it.”

“No.”

“Do you want it to get worse?” You step closer and he rolls his eyes, taking a seat on a nearby bench and you push his head away, looking at his neck.

You place your now cold hands on his neck and he stares at you as your fingers push into the spot into his neck, making his eyes roll back.

You cast a soothing spell on the spot on his neck and the spot on his neck begins to glow a soft red, disappearing soon after.

“Is it gone now?” You ask, stepping away from him and he nods slightly, standing up.

“Let’s..just get this over with.” He goes back to his position and you follow, holding the rope in between.

“Just hold it, no touching.” You hold up the other end for him and your mother continues explaining how the ceremony will go.

“You will have to get each other temporary rings, showing your future for the bonding of the kingdoms and two different worlds, along with yourselves.” She mentions and you nod. He tries his best not to roll his eyes in front of your mother and you both let go of the rope, a maid taking it away.

Both your mothers leave the room and you begin to leave as well but he grabs your arm and pulls you close to his chest.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything.” You push him off you and begin walking away until he grabs you again.

“Don’t lie to me. I’ve never had pain like that when touching someone.”

“Then you must have never touched a woman before.” You push him off and take your camera and walk out of the building, walking to your castle.

It’s a long walk from where the ceremony is being held, since both your parents had agreed to have it somewhere in between both kingdoms. The night was nice and you could always just call your carriage when you decided you didn’t feel like walking anymore. Or you could just fly back, but you couldn’t miss out on the opportunity of being alone and getting to experience the night sky full of stars. 

You hum a few songs along the way, enjoying the sight of the few houses around you and the forest you were never allowed to explore growing up.

You hear a growl behind you and you freeze, slowly turning around.

‘Don’t let it be a bear..’ You look down and see a wolf, a little bigger than what you thought they’d be.

It suddenly snaps at you and you smack it in the nose when it does, making you gasp.

It starts whining and shaking its head and its fur.

You crouch and let out your wings just in case.

“Sorry, you scared me.” You sense it was just coming to you to scare you off instead of hurt you. It would have done so already if it wanted to, easily.

You hold out a hand and it starts sniffing you, getting closer when it realizes you’re not a threat. It knocks you over and begins rubbing its head on your neck, making you laugh.

“Your fur tickles.” You smile and begin petting its long white fur.

“You’re so pretty, I’ve never seen a real wolf before.” You scratch behind its ear and you giggle when it suddenly sits, getting even closer to you.

“If only Todoroki were this nice, maybe we wouldn’t fight so often..” You pout and it suddenly huffs, knocking his head into yours.

“Ouch. I’m sorry if I offended you, I hope you don’t know him personally. If he treats me the same as his father, I wouldn’t want to know how he treats you.” You continue petting him and he shakes his body, a bit of fur spreading through the air.

“I wish we could have been friends, he seems lonely. He reminds me of when I was stuck in my castle for the past 18 years, alone and scared and probably even angry.. But he clearly doesn’t like me and yet here we are, soon to be married..” You huff and lay your head on his, causing him to stiffen.

“Hopefully it’ll get better, I don’t want to keep arguing with him the entire time I know him..” You sigh and stand, dusting off your dress.

“I hope I can see you again when I come to practice.” You ruffle his ears and wave him off, flying to your castle.

The wolf stares as you leave until you’re out of sight, going back into the forest. He shakes his head and feels your earring stuck in his fur, growling at having to see you again.

“He really acted like he could demand for answers.” Shinsou rolls his eyes as he sits on your bed, your hamsters immediately heading toward him.

“I met this really nice wolf afterwards.” You tell him, turning off the projector and taking a seat next to him.

“A wolf?”

“Yeah, it was kinda big and white. It scared me at first but it was nice to me after.”

“Where?”

“A couple miles away from the building.”

“You didn’t touch it, did you?”

You freeze, then suddenly taking off into your kitchen.

“Vampy!” He shoots up, careful of your hamsters and chases after you.

“Vampy did you touch it?!”

“I had to! It was like a big fluffy dog and I’ve never touched or had one before!”

“You have hamsters!”

“They’re not big enough!” You pout and run back into your room about to hide in your bathroom until he grabs you by the waist, picking you up and tossing you on the bed. He stands above you to keep you in place.

Bakugou stops at the door when he sees what’s happening.

“What did we tell you about stranger danger?!”

“You didn’t say anything about dogs!”

“That wasn’t a dog! It was a wolf!”

“That either!!” You suddenly pull his ankles and he falls backwards on your lap, making a loud ‘oof’.

You wiggle out from under him and spread your wings, picking him up by the ankles and flying around the room.

“Vampy put me down!” He tries swatting at you and you’re cackling loudly and evilly, suddenly stopping when you see Bakugou with his phone in the doorway, recording.

You slowly put Shinsou down and dive for Bakugou, your wings disappearing. He jumps and begins to run but is too late when you catch him and roll with him on the ground.

You pin him down and hold his wrists to the floor, sitting on his chest.

“I win!” You announce proudly.

“What, are you doing?” You all jump when you hear Todoroki’s voice, scurrying away from him.

“Fuck man, the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou curses him out and helps you up, dusting himself off.

“What are you doing here?” You say out of breath, fixing your hair and clothes.

“My- Can we have some privacy?” He says to a glaring Bakugou, currently burning holes in his skull.

“No.”

“Katsu, it’s fine. I got it.” You smile softly and pat his shoulder. He growls and walks to your room, purposely bumping into Todoroki’s shoulder. He lets out an annoyed sigh and waits for the door to close.

Once it does, he dusts off his shoulder.

“You’re dressed inappropriately for having guests over.”

“It’s my, living space. I don’t need to dress appropriately unless it’s important. And you showed up unannounced and uninvited.” You cross your arms and he huffs.

“I’m here to give you this.” He holds out a small ice blue box wrapped in a silver ribbon.

“What’s this?” You ask, taking it.

“The ring.” He rolls his eyes and holds out his hand. You stare at his hand.

“What?” You ask again.

“My ring?” He says and you blink.

“I don’t have it.”

“What?”

“I said I don’t have it.”

“Why not?” He seems upset he actually got you a ring the very next day but you hadn’t gotten one for him. ‘How unprepared’ He thought.

“It’s still being made.” You reply, about to open the box but he snatches it away before you can.

“Hey!” You reach out for it but he raises his arm higher away from you.

“What do you mean still being made?”

“I wasn’t going to just give you a ring from a book or a simple band. It’s temporary but I still want there to be at least one good thing in this arrangement.”

He scoffs and hides the box in his pocket.

“You brought it here, why aren’t you giving it to me?”

“Because I changed my mind.”

“Then get out.” You get away from him and he holds out his closed hand.

You hesitantly hold your open one under his and he drops an earring in your hand.

“My earring?”

“You dropped it at the hall.” He looks away from you and you see a small white hair on it.

“Did you put it on?” You ask and his face pales.

“What? No.” He makes his way to your stair doors and you grip his sleeve.

“What are you doing?”

“Can I have the ring? You came all this way and I don’t think it was because of my earring, which I’m thankful for that you returned it.” You whisper, trying not to anger him and he pulls his sleeve from your grasp, turning and seeing your big, shining and innocent eyes. His heart strings suddenly pull at him and he sighs, roughly pulling out the box from his pocket and pushing it into your open palm.

You remind him of a baby wolf when you make that face so he couldn’t say no, not that he’s happy about it.

You unwrap the box and gasp slightly, pulling out the ring. It’s an icy blue opal gemstone sitting on a silver band, part of the band intertwining with itself into the gemstone, holding it in place.

“It’s really pretty, thank you.” You look up at him and smile, going to put it on until he stops you.

“I’m supposed to do that.” He rolls his eyes annoyed and takes the ring from you, putting it on your right ring finger.

His fingers shock you and you jump, pulling away from each other. He realizes what he’s done and his ears turn pink along with yours.

“I will be seeing you tonight for the practice. Don’t lose the ring like you did with your earring.” He walks out of the room and before you can argue, he shuts the door.

“See you..”

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Stubborn Hugs Pt.23

Pairing: Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, Occasional OT7 x Reader, Occasional character x character ✨🤗💥

Warnings: Angst

Word count: 3k

“Hey, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but why doesn’t Jimin have to wear a bracelet even though he’s recently adopted?? Namjoon sits up in the car and Taehyung glances at him.

“He was adopted under different circumstances.” You keep your answer vague, Namjoon understands it’s not your place to explain. Although, Jimin might not even remember.

“So? How did you get adopted?” Taehyung suddenly asks and everyone looks at him.

“Taehyung.” You stop him but Namjoon decides otherwise.

“What time?”

“What?”

“What adoption are you asking me about?”

“Namjoon.” You stop him as well.

The car is silent for a few minutes and you continue looking outside.

“I only asked because he asked about Jimin-”

“Taehyung, he gave me the option to not answer and I kept it vague. We’re not doing this again.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and looks outside, crossing his arms.

You all quietly let the music play in the car and Namjoon stares at your head, trying to imagine what your wolf ears would look like if you kept them. Not like you had a choice, of course.

You shake your head aggressively as if you feel something land on you, turning your head in his direction.

Namjoon keeps his big eyes on you and you unknowingly begin a staring contest with him, making him smile when he realizes what you’re doing.

He keeps it up until his eyes are watering, your own still not unwavering.

“Augh-” He blinks harshly and tears run down his face, making you laugh.

“I win!”

“No fair! Again!”

“No, not again. Your eyes are dry.” You giggle and he smiles, looking outside the window.

Taehyung stares into the rearview mirror and Yoongi glances at it to look behind him on the road, but jumps when he sees Taehyung’s dark eyes staring him dead in the face.

“I’m driving Taehyung, no I am not going to play staring contest with you.”

“Lame.”

When you all arrive at the restaurant, Jimin hops out of Hoseok’s car and Jungkook holds his hand as to not let him wander away from the group. Namjoon stares at their hands and glances at yours when you reach for the seatbelt once Yoongi parks the car.

He takes off his seatbelt and walks behind you, watching your hair flutter around in the wind.

“Namjoon?” You call after him and he jumps, blinking rapidly.

“Huh?”

“I said you’re gonna get run over, come on.” You wave him over hurriedly when a car beeps at him, scaring him over to your side.

You hum in amusement, keeping the two newbies close to you.

“What kind of restaurant is this?” Jungkook asks and Jin talks to the hostess about your reservation.

“It’s mostly for hybrids, but they welcome regular people if they decide to come in.” Yoongi explains as the hostess walks you all over to a private soundproof room.

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jimin look around as you all walk in the room, the door shutting behind you.

“Why do we need a private room?” Jungkook asks.

“We usually ask for one whenever we bring (Y/n) along, or whenever the whole group comes. Some people get upset that a human is coming into a hybrid safe space, even though humans come in sometimes.” Hoseok looks at the menus left on the table.

“This place is usually mindful of loud noises, since most of the hybrids here have sensitive hearing.” Taehyung glances at Yoongi and Yoongi immediately glances back, making Taehyung look away.

“You work in a studio..” Namjoon comments and Yoongi looks at him.

“I keep the volume on low unless needed otherwise.” He shrugs.

“He do be sensitive.” Jimin whispers.

“Taehyung, stop teaching him that.” Jin squints and Taehyung chuckles evilly.

Everyone begins to look through the menu, Namjoon and Jungkook going to both the Herbivore and Carnivore mix of the menu.

“This is so nice, it seems to be really inclusive.” Namjoon praises and you lean over to look at what he’s looking at.

Different foods that have different amounts of either more vegetables than meat or vice versa, giving them the option to make their own food at their comfort.

You stay in the carnivore section of the menu and Yoongi peeks over to your menu as if he doesn’t have the same exact section open.

“What are you getting?” He whispers to you and you whip your head around from his sudden proximity.

“I don’t know yet, I’ll probably get what I always get here.” You whisper back and he nods, looking through your menu instead of his own.

“Flip the page.” He says and you follow, stammering when you realize what you did.

“Yoongi.” You say in amusement.

“Hm?”

“Flip your page for me.” You say, watching him.

“Oh, sorry.” He flips his page for you and you snort, browsing through his menu.

When the waiter comes, he closes the door behind him and pauses when he sees you.

“Are you all ready to order?” He starts, taking out his notepad and pen.

You let everyone order first and he nods, writing everything down.

When it comes to you, you barely have the chance to open your mouth before he begins to walk away.

“Excuse me,” You say loud enough that you know he can’t ignore you. He turns around and you raise a brow at him.

“I would like to order something as well.” You pile everyone’s menus on top of yours, not taking your eyes off him. His black wolf ears flick in annoyance, his tail smacking the door.

“Okay.” He doesn’t take out his notepad and you just take it as he’ll remember your order.

You say what you would like and he keeps his arms crossed as you speak. When you finish, you look up at him.

“Thank you.” You flash your eyes golden for a second and he jumps, taken aback.

He searches for the doorknob behind him and stumbles out of the room.

“Why did he do that?” Jungkook asks, leaning over the table to get a good look at you.

“Why did he run away or why was he rude?” Hoseok picks at the table.

“Both.”

“She looks human, not a lot of people have good experiences with them, as you would know. And he ran away because she did that.” Jin points to you and you continuously change your eye color from (e/c) to golden. You suddenly get a headache and you stop, closing your eyes and holding your head.

“I told you not to do it so fast like that.” Yoongi says worried, making sure you’re okay.

“It..looks kind of suspicious when you have one human and almost ten hybrids.” Hoseok says gently and Jungkook looks at everyone.

“We all look healthy, why is that suspicious?”

“Just because we look the part, doesn’t mean we are, Jungkook.” Namjoon reminds him.

“Fair.”

“Regardless, I don’t think he should have been rude. I didn’t do anything to offend him, other than the fact that I’m technically human.” You lean your cheek in your hand and rest your elbow on the table, sighing.

“No, you didn’t do anything.” Taehyung reassures and Yoongi keeps his eyes on the door.

“Does that happen often?” Namjoon raises the question.

You shrug.

“Depends on the situation and location. So as long as I look human, most hybrids dislike me.”

“But if you still had your animal features, humans would hate you..” Jungkook says sadly and you shrug again, not fazed by his words.

“You never win in this situation, huh?” Namjoon says and you smile sadly, shaking your head.

“So as long as I’m alive, I will never win.”

After dinner, Yoongi had driven back home again, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open in the car.

“You can go to sleep, (Y/n).” He says in your head and you shake your head in response.

“I want to keep you company..”

“You can keep me company in the house.”

You shake your head softly and he sighs, knowing you're not going to listen to him.

Yoongi glances at you every now and then during the ride, a small entertained smile on his lips whenever your head lolls a little too much, causing you to wake up and start all over again.

He gently holds your hand and you smile sleepily when you feel his familiar warmth, holding it as tight as you can in your sleepy state.

When you all arrive home, he takes you inside first quietly along with Hoseok who's carrying Jimin. He places you in his bed and comes back out to the car full of sleeping hybrids.

He would shake them awake, but he doesn't know if that would cause a bad reaction in either of them.

"Namjoon, Taehyung, let's go, we're back." Yoongi taps their legs from the front seat and Namjoon immediately sits up, startling Yoongi.

"Jesus Christ, you fucking demon. Get inside you're gonna give me a heart attack, you look like you saw a damn ghost." Yoongi slaps his thigh and Namjoon's wide eyes go back to their sleepy state, sluggishly heading inside.

Taehyung doesn't seem like he'll be waking up anytime soon.

Hoseok and Jin come by once Jungkook has been woken up and inside, checking on Yoongi.

"Is he awake?" Jin crawls in the backseat and Yoongi shakes his head.

Hoseok stares at him and his brows furrow, getting closer.

"He doesn't look like he's breathing.." He comments and both of them whip their heads in his direction, eyes wide with fear.

Jin quickly puts his ear in front of Taehyung's mouth and presses two fingers on his neck where the easiest spot of his pulse would be.

They both stare at the oldest in anticipation.

Jin sighs out a breath of relief and pulls away when he knows the bear is alive.

"He's okay. Don't say that shit Hoseok you're gonna kill both of us." Jin leans back into the bear's neck and Hoseok flushes.

"Sorry."

Jin suddenly bites into Taehyung's neck and the two gasp, jumping back when Taehyung's eyes shoot open and attempt to grab at whoever attacked him.

Jin grabs his wrist and pins them to the back of Taehyung's neck, crossing them.

"Relax, breathe, it's just me." Jin lets Taehyung take a couple seconds to realize who bit him, closing his eyes and taking in Jin's scent.

Taehyung sighs, relaxing his stiff and tense body, Jin releasing him.

"You need to find a different way of waking me up. I don't want to hurt you."

"And leave you to get sick in the car? Not an option. Let's go." Jin leads his leg out first and crawls out, Taehyung following Hoseok inside.

Yoongi shuts the door and Jin walks inside with him.

"I usually just wait it out." He says, catching Jin's attention.

"That's a waste of time. And he's told me he doesn't like that, he feels like he's being watched."

Yoongi stops right in front of the door.

"Why didn't he say anything?"

"He knows that you are helping, and that's the safest way for everyone, but he says it brings back memories sometimes."

"I don't think I know his whole story, then.." Yoongi walks inside the house and Jin walks with him, shutting the door behind them.

Namjoon heads into his room and opens the door, frowning when he sees his bed is still done. He changes into his pajamas and brushes his teeth, staring at his bed.

He goes to your room and opens the door quietly, finding Jungkook already fast asleep, fully dressed. Namjoon sighs and walks over to him, picking out his pajamas and closing his eyes, undressing him carefully and putting his pajamas on.

Jungkook can sleep now, but he'll be uncomfortable for the rest of the night and be too lazy to change in the middle of the night.

Namjoon leaves the room after he's done and goes down to the living room, looking around.

"If you're looking for her, she's staying in my room." Yoongi says with a toothbrush in his hand.

Namjoon jumps.

"Ah, no I wasn't looking for her." He scratches the back of his head and Yoongi stares at him, continuing to brush his teeth.

Namjoon blinks and looks around the room, unsure of what to say or do next.

Yoongi doesn't stop brushing, raising a brow.

"Okay I was." His cheeks dust pink and Yoongi goes back to the bathroom, rinsing and drying his mouth.

When he finishes, he comes back out and stops in front of Namjoon.

"She's still recovering, so she'll be staying with me. Is there a reason you're looking for her?"

Namjoon looks down at him.

Just a general question, no judgement.

"Yeah, I.. I don't like to sleep alone." Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut and opens them when he doesn't hear Yoongi laughing.

Yoongi just stares at him and walks into Hoseok's room, both of them coming out.

"I can sleep with Jin today, you can go ahead and sleep with Mimi today." Hoseok smiles at him and Namjoon's cheeks turn a darker shade of pink.

"Mimi?"

"Jimin, I mean. Or would you prefer to sleep with me?" Hoseok tilts his head and Namjoon looks into his room.

"I'll..sleep with him today.." Namjoon whispers and both of them nod, heading into their rooms.

Namjoon shuffles into Hoseok's room and crawls into the bed, blushing at the thought of crawling into someone else's bed.

Jimin frowns, rolling from his side to his back, making a little 'mrrp' noise.

Namjoon stills, afraid he'll wake the cat.

When Jimin's breathing slows, Namjoon lays down and Jimin shimmies his way into Namjoon's side, taking in his warmth.

He stares down at the cat, unsure of what to do. Jimin begins quietly purring when he senses Namjoon's stress, calming him down.

Eventually, Namjoon falls asleep and cuddles Jimin closer to him, huddled under the blanket together.

Yoongi sits on his bed and watches you roll around after you’ve slowly and sleepily changed into one of his shirts, digging your head into his sheets.

He hums in amusement and pets your hair, brushing it away from your face.

“One day you’ll win. I will make sure of it..”

Jimin slowly uncurls from his ball position, stretching out his entire body and embraces Hoseok’s body, smiling when he moves around.

Jimin digs his head in Hoseok’s chest, pausing when he feels more muscle than normal, a deep sound resonating from the body.

He slowly looks up and sees Namjoon’s faded purple hair and koala ears, flicking when he hears movement.

Jimin looks down at Namjoon’s large chest and wiggles away, face red.

“Jimin..?” Namjoon says groggily, looking around for him.

He leans over the side of the bed and sees a cowering Jimin, not able to look at him.

“Why are you on the floor..?” Namjoon pets his ears and smiles slightly when he hears the cat purring, leaning in closer to his hand.

“Come on, get on the bed.” He tells him, pulling him up softly.

Jimin crawls back on the bed, keeping his eyes away from the koala’s chest so as to not run away again.

They lay under the covers a little longer until Jimin sits up, hearing footsteps coming down from the stairs.

Four knocks touch the door and Jimin crawls over Namjoon’s legs.

“Hobi!” Jimin runs to the door and whips it open, excited to see his favorite person.

Besides you, of course.

“Mimi!” Hoseok whisper yells, hugging him.

Namjoon turns over in the bed and Hoseok walks into the room, Jimin trailing after him.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good.” Namjoon whispers and he nods, patting Jimin’s back.

“Go wake up the others for me.” He tells him, ruffling Jimin’s already messy bed hair.

He does as he’s told and heads to Jin’s room first.

“How did you actually sleep?” Hoseok asks again, knowing Joon was just lying for Jimin’s sake.

“I didn’t sleep much, I was worried I was going to scare him awake..” Namjoon rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes and Hoseok frowns.

“Why would you scare him awake?”

“Uh,”

“Yoongi, I’m fine. Thank you for waking me up, Jimin.” Both of them turn their heads in the direction of the door where you’re standing.

“Good morning you two.” You greet, your arm already covered in new bandages.

“Morning.” They both reply, exiting the room and going into the kitchen, taking a seat when you and Jin head for the stove.

Yoongi and Hoseok momentarily leave the house to get all the plushes left in the cars, coming back in and tossing them in the living room.

“Hey, no. Go sit down.” Jin blocks you from getting near the stove and you frown.

“But-”

“Sit.” Yoongi gently yet firmly guides you to your spot at the head of the island, giving your head a soft kiss.

“Hmph.”

“I got it, I got it.” Taehyung gets dragged by Jimin out of his room, sitting him down next to Yoongi.

“Where’s Jungkook?” You ask.

“He didn’t want to wake up.” Jimin says, leaning his head on a sleepy Taehyung’s shoulder.

“I’ll go get him. Yoongi, you cook.” Hoseok leaves the room and Yoongi rolls his eyes, getting off his seat and going to help Jin.

When Hoseok gets to your room and knocks four times, he opens the door when he doesn’t respond.

“Jungkook?” He pokes his head in, looking around the room for the bunny.

“Hmm..”

“Jungkook, it’s breakfast time.”

“I’m not hungry..”

“Huh? You’re always hungry. What’s wrong?” Hoseok steps into the room and sits next to the unmoving lump in the bed.

“I’m just tired.”

“Mm. Okay, do you want me to save you some food for later when you feel hungry?”

“Mm.”

“Alright, I’ll come up every now and then to check on you.” Hoseok rubs his cheek on the blanket where Jungkook’s head is, leaving a comforting scent behind.

He leaves the room and comes back down, seeing you staring outside.

“She’ll probably come back in a month. Jiu likes to make sure you guys are doing okay. And she probably knows what you did.” Yoongi places freshly cooked eggs on everyone's plates and Namjoon cringes.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Why, you having regrets?” Jin turns to him and wiggles his eyebrows knowingly, making Namjoon blush.

“Change the subject.”

“He’s lonely.” You say suddenly, not giving context. Everyone looks at Hoseok and he nods.

“He said he’s tired. Besides Taehyung, he’s the only one that slept alone last night.” Hobi ruffles the back of his hair and Taehyung looks up.

“I’m, not too comfortable when sleeping with people often.” Taehyung explains for Namjoon to understand.

“We’ll have to pair up. Jin usually sleeps alone, and the two don’t interact as much. Jungkook will sleep with Jin.” You stare at Jin and he nods, continuing to make french toast.

“Sleeping with Yoongi doesn’t happen often, I know he likes his space. This is just until he decides I’m fully healed.” You close your eyes and wince when you accidentally bump your arm into the counter, making Yoongi whip his head around.

“Which doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon.” Namjoon comments and clears his throat, making you slap his wrist.

“Ow.” He chuckles and Hoseok sits down.

“So, Jin and Jungkook, Yoongi and (Y/N), Jimin, me and Namjoon can sleep together. Or I could sleep alone.”

“I’ll take Jimin, you can sleep with the kid.” Taehyung leans his cheek in his palm and Namjoon sits up, opening his hands up to the air like what the hell.

“I’m older than you.”

“Not by how long you’ve lived in this house, you’re not.”

Namjoon raises a finger in Taehyung’s direction, wagging it to come up with a point, then setting it back down when he doesn’t have an argument.

“You got me there.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Taehyung?” You voice your concern.

“I have to hold something when I sleep, and from what Hobi has told me, Jimin sleeps like a log. I don’t think I’ll notice too much. And if I do, I’ll just give him back.”

“He’s not a pillow, Taehyung.” Jin sets the french toast on everyone's plate and takes a seat after covering Jungkook’s plate with aluminum.

After seeing everyone has begun eating, you begin to eat as well, making Namjoon smile with your habits.

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Unfair Game pt.13

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader 🤗✨

Warnings: swearing

Summary: YouTube is filled with creative people and collabs to bring more creativity. But when you want to try to collab with a particular tired youtuber, things get a little messy. Hopefully he doesn't regret it in the end.

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Soul Lily Pt.3

Pairing: Mafia!Tattoo!Soulmate! Dabi x reader✨🤗

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Where quirks and soulmates exist, you're lucky enough to not be wanted by your soulmate. Not knowing who he is, or what he does other than being a tattoo artist, you will try to convince him that you're meant to be with him, only after convincing yourself first, of course. He doesn't know you're trying to become a hero, and you don't know he's a villain in a mafia group

Word count: 3k

The next morning, you’re walking to the train station with Katsuki and Tamaki in silence. Tamaki continuously looks around your neighborhood and back at your neck. You raise a brow.

“Are you looking for something?” You ask.

“Your soulmate.” He replies and you nod, continuing your walk.

When you get to the train station, you find Nejire, Mirio, and Kirishima waiting for the train and the three of you.

Kirishima is the first to notice you all and waves.

“Hi (Y/n) Senpai, Tamaki Senpai.” He greets and you smile, greeting back.

“You slept over?” Mirio asks Tamaki, who’s hand is littered with flowers.

“Mm, I-I came by late..” He whispers and flushes when Mirio brushes his hand against Tamaki’s.

“(Y/n), I heard you left work early..” Nejire whispers and you glance at Katsuki, knowing he wouldn’t say anything. He doesn’t talk to your friends anyway.

“I did, I wasn’t feeling too well.” You rub your neck and she checks all around you.

“Are you sure? You look fine now. Do you think someone hit you with their quirk?” She holds your arms up and you let her mess around with you as you wait for the train.

“I don’t think so.” You respond, glancing at Katsuki.

He keeps his eyes to the ground and you frown.

“You want to come over today?” You hear Kirishima ask but Katsuki doesn’t respond.

“Bakugou?” He taps his shoulder and Katsuki finally looks up, as if he was in a daze.

“Yeah, whatever.” He walks into the train as soon as it arrives and the doors open, leaving all of you behind.

Following him, you all stay in one area and hold onto a pole or handle.

“Y-” Nejire begins and you shush her, reminding her of what happened the last time she started asking so many questions on the train. People already let your birthday greeting slide and you didn’t want to be known as that person.

The train stops again and a good amount of people walk in, filling up some of the space around you.

A tall man stands close to you and holds onto the handle next to yours, causing you to shiver when his hand brushes past your wrist.

Your eyes widen when you see a sliver of the lilies again on your wrist.

Slowly turning your head up, you see a pair of icy blue eyes staring down at you, startling you.

“Y-y” You start but he shushes you, his black mask covering most of his scars.

“Don’t wanna startle them, do we?” He whispers in your ear as he stares outside to look less suspicious. You feel your cheeks turn red at his closeness and how low his voice is in your ear.

He places a note in your bag without you noticing and he gets off at the next stop.

You watch your tattoos disappear and you can finally relax, slightly disappointed in his departure but also relieved it wasn’t pointed out by anyone around you.

When it’s your turn to get out, you walk out with the strap of your bag held tightly between your hands.

“Lot of people suddenly got on the train, are you okay? That guy was pretty close to you.” Kirishima checks up on you and you smile at him, appreciating his concern.

“I’m okay, thank you, though.” You rub his shoulder softly and he smiles proudly as you all walk into the building.

“You literally don’t even know his name, just WHO do you think you’re liking?” You think and sigh.

“But he’s so pretty.. But I only got like, two glimpses of the man and I’m already down bad.” You internally clench your first and shake it like an old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn.

“Let’s get this over with.” Your teacher says and you can already feel this day dragging on longer than you wanted it to.

Going into your bag to grab your notes, you pause when you see a note.

You glance at Nejire who’s only slightly paying attention to the lesson.

Taking out your notes only, you decide you’ll only read it when you’re alone so no one-the teacher- thinks you’re passing notes.

Mirio looks at your bag and sees the note, not thinking anything about it, until it opens slightly and he sees a little blue flame sticker on it with a heart.

He looks up at you as you toss your notebook on the table and the note falls out.

You quickly snatch it before anyone sees and look up to see Mirio was already reaching out to get it for you.

“Passing notes?” The teacher calls you out and you want the ground to swallow you.

“No, I dropped my stuff while taking out my notes.” You toss the note in your bag and the teacher raises a brow.

“Then, you wouldn’t mind if I saw what you tossed in your bag?” He starts walking over and you zip your bag closed.

“I would mind, actually. I said I dropped something while taking out my notes and I have no reason to lie about that.” You smile at him and your friends stare at you.

“Mirio was just being nice and wanted to get it for me, nothing else. No need to assume there’s anything going on, since you’re only talking about it to me but not him.” You keep an innocent smile and he suddenly looks uncomfortable, going back to the front of the class and continuing the lesson.

You open your notes and begin writing what the teacher had left on the board.

The day goes by quickly and you weren’t bothered by your teacher for the rest of it. You watch as Nejire talks happily with her soulmate and you three wait by the door until she’s done.

“What was that? Are you okay?” Mirio whispers to you.

“I’m okay, lots of things going on and I didn’t want my privacy to be invaded when we literally didn’t do anything. Some of these teachers cross the line with their authority and I wasn’t having it.” You slip on your bag and Tamaki looks up at Mirio worried.

“You guys can go ahead, I’m gonna stay over at her house today.” Nejire tells you. You blink and walk out.

The boys follow after you and you slow down for them to catch up.

“Should we get food today?” You ask and Mirio’s mood doesn’t seem to improve.

“(Y/n)?” He stops you in front of the gates and you turn to him, confused.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t seem to be okay. Do you want to talk about it?” He brings up again and you chuckle, shoving your hands into your pockets, a habit you got from your brother.

“No, not really.” You shrug and he sighs, walking up to you and bringing you in for a tight hug, startling you.

You hover your hands over his back and slowly lower them, returning the affection.

“You know we’re here for you, regardless of what it is.” He pets your hair and you nod slightly.

“I know.. I just.. I want to see what happens, before I decide to talk about it..” You place your cheek on his chest and he places his chin on your head, nodding a little.

“I understand, but you know it’s not healthy to keep it in for too long.”

“That’s my line..” You laugh slightly, Tamaki happy to see you relax a little.

“Not when you’re the one struggling. Come on, let’s go get takoyaki.” He leans back to get a good look at you and you smile at him.

“Okay.”

Your friends haven’t learned the difference between your real and fake smile, you think. You’ve gotten so good at lying they don’t know when you’re being honest anymore, but they’ve never questioned it either. Of course, you would never lie to them about things you think they’ll get upset at, but sometimes it’s best to keep things to yourself.

Tamaki slips his hand in yours and you look down at it, intertwining your fingers with his, smiling.

Squeezing his hand slightly, he takes it as a silent thank you.

Mirio holds your hand as well and you bump your head into his shoulder affectionately as you all make your way to the train.

“I’ve never seen three soulmates before.” You hear someone comment near you at the station. You turn your ear in their direction.

“She isn’t their soulmate, she doesn’t have any flowers and they do.” Their friend says.

“Maybe it isn’t visible. Ask if she’s with them.”

“Maybe it isn’t any of your business.” They spit and you turn to the one who commented first, staring at him. He jumps and they pull their friend with them.

“She looks like a villain..” You hear him say and you suddenly let go of them, holding your arms.

“What happened?” Mirio checks on you and you shake your head.

“I got cold, the breeze in the shade is killing me.” You lie, laughing slightly.

He takes off his letterman jacket, draping it on your shoulders.

“No, no no. Take it back-”

“You’re cold, and I’m warm. Keep it.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you look down at it, holding it close to you.

Tamaki paws at the jacket and you open it for him, letting him in.

You three continue waiting and jump closer when you hear an explosion near the tracks, people running in the opposite direction and bumping into the three of you.

“Make sure no one is hurt!” Mirio directs as you all start running in the direction of the now burning area.

You tie his jacket around your waist as you run and pull out a little bottle from your bag, going into a slightly destroyed building that was affected by the blow.

“Hello?! Is anyone here?!” You shake out the ball of your power source and hold it up to illuminate the room, ready to throw it in case there’s a villain.

You hear groaning and you follow it, finding a woman stuck under some rubble.

You rush over to her and begin pushing off the stone and wood off her.

“Are you okay? Can you hear me?” You question as you try prying off the material from her.

“Yes..” She struggles to breathe and you nod, beginning to numb her from the pain, feeling it yourself instead.

“You’re going to be okay, we’re here to help you. Is there anyone else in this building?” You question as you finally manage to get her out, picking her up carefully.

She shakes her head and you get rid of the pain you took from her and put it in the bottle, relieving yourself of the discomfort.

“I’m going to get you out of here, just take deep breaths.” You show her how to breathe as you quickly do a search of the building. She follows your method as you continue to take her pain away, not reaching your limits yet.

“(Y/N)!!” You hear Mirio yell from outside and another explosion goes off, shaking the building and creating more destruction.

A piece of wood falls from the ceiling and you turn away to block it with your back, protecting the woman.

It cuts your shirt open and the lower half of your back.

You heal the woman’s smaller injuries like the few scrapes and cuts she received and ignore your own injuries as you run out of the building, climbing down a plank and rubble.

An EMT takes the woman from you and you try your best to start healing some of your cut on your back and Mirio runs over to you.

“Are you okay? Why did you run inside? The building was abandoned and no one was inside.”

“There was a woman inside, I couldn’t leave the building unchecked.”

“Was she the only one?” He looks around as the police take what you assume is the criminal into their car, driving away.

“(Y/n) your back!” Tamaki unties the jacket and covers your exposed back.

“It’ll be fine, she didn’t feel anything when I got there, thankfully.” You hold the jacket and Mirio leads you to the ambulance.

“Where-”

“You need to get checked, you can’t heal something that big and the building is old so you might get an infection.” He sits in the back with you along with Tamaki and you sigh as they close the doors and head to the hospital.

“You have a really high pain tolerance.” The woman tells you before she goes under her anesthesia.

“Are you feeling better?” You ask, watching as the EMTs do their best to not let her feel anything.

“I am now.. I barely felt anything.. You came as soon as the building started falling on me.” She smiles at you and you smile back, an EMT coming near you to check for any other injuries besides the giant cut on your back.

You all arrive at the hospital and they both help you out even though you had told them you’re fine.

“You say you’re fine, but you still felt everything she did and we don’t know how much that was.” Tamaki holds your arm and you smile at him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you watch over me for now.” You let the staff lead you all to a room and you sit on the bed, the boys standing around you.

“(Y/n), it’s nice to see you again.” Recovery Girl waddles into the room and you bow your head slightly, greeting her.

“It’s always nice seeing you so healthy, Recovery Girl.” You reply, receiving a dismissive wave, making you chuckle.

“Let me see.” She pats your leg and you stand, taking off the jacket and showing her your back.

She looks around it and picks out the few splinters stuck in your skin, to which you don’t flinch at, but Tamaki cringes every time she plucks out a new one and tosses it into a dish.

You jump when she gives you a kiss on your back, healing your injury.

“Alright, you’re good to go.” She begins to waddle away and both look away when you turn your back to them, facing her.

“Is she alright?” You ask, stopping her.

“She has a few broken ribs, but they’re getting her ready for surgery. She’ll be okay.” She reassures and waddles out, Mirio putting the jacket back on your shoulders. A nurse comes in and checks you again to make sure you’re okay and hands you all your bookbags.

You thank her when she does so and when she walks out. You pout.

“We can’t get our Takoyaki..” You kick at the ground and Mirio laughs, patting your shoulder.

“Alright, let’s go.” He leads the both of you out and you get into the police car waiting for you outside the hospital.

“I wonder how high your pain tolerance is.” Mirio whispers, leaning down to your height as you’re driven to your house.

“So do I, but I kinda don’t wanna know.”

“Why not?” Tamaki asks and you shrug.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it, or if I’ll be able to stay stable during it.” You pick at your nails and Mirio stops you from the bad habit.

“But if I find out, I can build it up from there and get an even higher tolerance.” You smile up at him and he smiles back.

“That’s a good way to see it.” He rubs your hands and you place your head on his shoulder, holding Tamaki’s hand as well.

Your phone vibrates and you’re falling asleep, looking out at the sun setting.

It’s been a long day, and you didn’t even get to hang out with your friends like you had intended to.

“Your mom is calling you.” Tamaki points out and you look at your phone, seeing the word Mom in all caps on your screen. You frown.

“That’s not her.”

“What do you mean it’s not her?” Tamaki asks and Mirio looks over.

“She has her mom as Miss Ma’am and a white flower as her contact name.” He frowns as well and you pick it up, Tamaki looking horrified at the sight of you answering the phone, an unknown caller no less.

“What do you want, old bag of dusty dentures?” You answer, Mirio slapping a hand over his mouth to not laugh. Tamaki’s mouth drops and you wait.

“I didn’t think she’d say that..” You hear faintly from the other line and Mirio snorts, covering his face.

“Don’t fucking say that you dumbass she’s listening.” You hear them bicker and you cough loudly, startling everyone.

“Fuck she’s loud as hell-”

“Oh, my god give me that.” 

“Okay, so I see this is the wrong number.” You take the phone away from your ear.

“No, no wai-” Beep.

Mirio coughs out his laugh from holding it in for so long and you pat his back as the car stops at your house.

“I’ll see you guys later, okay?” You say as Tamaki gets out of the car and lets you scooch out, Mirio calming down to say goodbye.

You wait for Tamaki to get back in the car and watch it drive away with them inside.

“You read the note yet?” A voice next to you scares you and you swing your leg at them, hitting their shoulder and knocking them over.

“Fuck-” He coughs and you gasp seeing its your soulmate.

“Are you okay?!”

“Do I look okay to you? You just roundhouse kicked me in the shoulder.” He grabs his shoulder and you reach out a hand over him, taking the pain away from his shoulder and keeping it for yourself.

He stares as you rub your shoulder and heal the pain, outstretching a hand for him to hold. He stands up by himself and you put your hands in your jacket. He glowers at your jacket.

“That’s not your jacket.”

“And?”

He rolls his eyes and goes for your bag until you swat him away, offending him.

“I don’t even know your name and you’re trying to touch my property.” You cross your arms and he rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck.

“Read the note.” He demands and you look in your bag for it.

Taking it out, you unfold it and raise a brow at the heart and flame sticker, looking up at him.

“Now, I barely know you, but I know you did not put that heart or sticker there all by yourself.” You look back at the note.

“I changed my mind. I want you around, but work with us so I can keep an eye on you. You’re always in school so I wouldn’t be seeing you a lot anyway, so might as well.”

You fold the note back up and hand it to him.

“No thanks.”

“S’cuse me?”

“You didn’t want me when we first saw each other, you literally ran away.” You keep holding out the note and he looks away.

“I didn’t know how you’d react to seeing me, so I didn’t wanna risk it.” He mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. Your hand falters slightly.

“You didn’t run away because you thought I was ugly?” You put your hand down and he scoffs.

“I didn’t even see your face when we first met. All I saw was my stupid flowers on your wrist-”

“They’re not stupid.” You interrupt, lifting your sleeve to look at them.

“They’re really beautiful, I’m happy I got two as well..” You trace the black lily and he shivers, smacking your hand away.

“Quit touching that shit.”

“You felt that?”

“Course I fucking felt it, do you not know anything about that shit?” He looks upset and you shake your head. His angry face slips until he remembers what he was there for.

“You’d be good for our place, instead of that stupid cafe. And unlike that shitshow, we don’t let customers get their way when they’re being assholes.” He crosses his arms and you smile.

“That’s reassuring. But I don’t know how to do tattoos, so I wouldn’t be good for business.”

“Your quirk can heal, can’t it?”

“Only small injuries like cuts, scrapes and small burns.”

“Good enough. You can heal the tattoos and make them stop feeling the pain when they’re uncomfortable or it’s a big piece.”

“I never said anything about not letting them feel it.” You squint, suspicious of him now.

“Healing it wouldn’t stop them from feeling it?” He questions, understanding where you’re going with this.

“Hm, depends.”

“Then?”

“How much would I be getting paid?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“Then no thank you.” You go to walk to your gate but he grabs you, pushing your back against it. You look up at him and shiver when he slides his hand up your exposed back under your jacket, his other hand on the wall above your head.

“It’s way more than your little cafe job, I’ll tell you that.” His fluffy hair touches your hair and you lean your head away, touching the wall.

“You don’t even know my name, and you’re already trying to seduce me and give me a job.” You whisper, looking him in the eye.

His hand trails under your bra on your back and he rubs his thumb across your skin, his eyes trailing down your lips.

“I know your name, but you will surely know mine soon enough. Maybe you’ll even be screaming it soon.” He digs his nails into your back lightly and you suddenly grab onto his jacket, gasping.

“So sensitive..” He whispers in your ear and you feel your cheeks warm, swatting him away.

“Stop it!” You cover your cheeks and he chuckles, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it in his fingers.

“Think about it, my numbers on the back. I’ll be expecting a yes in a day, baby.” He drops your hair and walks away, his flowers disappearing with him.

You shiver when you feel the remainder of his lingering touches on your skin, awakening a new feeling in you that you didn’t know you could have.

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt.6

Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3k

When you step out of the carriage, you immediately cast a spell to cover you and your mothers from the sun and the public eye, individual large black rings hovering over each of you. The rings have long spikes and a crescent moon on each end, a long curtain like lace draping from under the ring, covering your whole body until it flows onto the floor.

Cameras flash as you pass by into the gates, the guards not letting anyone but you three inside.

You look up and your face drops behind the curtain like veils, internally groaning.

Frozen Flame Kingdom.

Walking in between your mothers, a guard leads you inside, your protective veils disappear once you step in.

You keep your eyes forward instead of looking around, not having gotten the chance to look around the first time you came anyway.

When you reach a specific room, everyone in the room stands, their eyes widening when they see you and two women as your parents.

They bow and you all bow as well, walking in front of them.

“Princess, it’s good to see you again. I didn’t think you’d be a part of the main Moon kingdom.” Enji greets and you look up at him.

“It’s nice to see you again, as well.” You reply.

“I am King Enji, this is my Queen, Rei.” He introduces himself and his wife to your mothers.

“I am Queen Luna, this is my Queen, Soleil.” Your mother introduces, touching her shoulder.

“My apologies for my son, for he is running late.” Enji gestures for you all to sit and you do so.

“Should we get started?” He suggests and your mother raises a brow.

“I would much rather if he was present, for he is your heir and a very big part in this meeting.” Her red eyes bore into him and he gulps, looking down at you and realizing how much your eyes and facial expressions are very much identical to her.

“Of course.” He snaps his fingers and waves a maid over, whispering in her ear.

“Get him here now, I want to get this over with.”

You keep your face emotionless as you overhear him and she bows, rushing to get Todoroki.

“How have you been, Princess?” Rei asks and you look in her direction.

“I’ve been well, I hope your safety and health has been well as I had wished upon you.” You smile and she smiles back, her smile not entirely reaching her eyes.

“Of course, I wouldn’t like to disobey a future Queen’s wishes.”

Her finger flinches when she speaks and her face quickly goes back to usual, a sign of a lie and fear.

Todoroki walks into the room and you keep your seat as he bows to you.

“My apologies for the tardiness.” He lifts his head and his eyes widen when he sees you, not knowing you were part of the main moon kingdom as well, the same kingdom that is on the same level as his.

He looks up at your mothers and realizes you’re the rare hybrid princess everyone has been dying to know and see, the symbol of peace and unity that’s been hidden away her whole life.

“We should get started.” Your mother comments when he stares at you for a little too long. He clears his throat and takes his seat next to his mother.

“I would like to speak on the matters of trade, first. I know your kingdom suffers with the lack of magic and herbs, along with mages and witches.” Your mother begins.

“You have the trust and resources to put our kingdom back on the map, and you seem to have multiple species here in your land along with more sub-kingdoms under your name.”

“You have sub-kingdoms, as well.” Enji says.

“Crumbling, sub-kingdoms. When the princess becomes Queen, I would prefer she doesn’t start completely from scratch as our ancestors once did.”

“How long ago was that..” You hear Todoroki mumble and your head whips in his direction. When he turns back to you, your vampire mother and you are staring at him.

“I’d prefer it if you refrained from commenting on how long my family has been reigning, as I don’t even know what your species is.” You glare, alarming him.

He clears his throat once again and your mother continues.

“Of course, I believe our kingdoms have become accustomed to our ways right now, and they wouldn’t agree with just combining the kingdoms for the sake of trade and alliance.” She leans back in her seat and your brows furrow.

“What are you implying?” Enji asks and you’re wondering the same thing.

“(Y/n)? Would you like to give your thoughts?” She gives you the floor and you’re suddenly sitting more upright than before.

“Your people have been travelling to our kingdom in search of medicine, and we happen to be mostly populated by witches and doctors, something your kingdom has been known to be lacking. As my mother stated, our people won’t accept the alliance for mere medicine or supplies. With no ill will of course, people will not stay in your kingdom only because you’re their king, they have fear and fear won’t keep them alive.”

“Of course it will, my kingdom has been reigning on fear for generations.” Enji scoffs and you blink.

“And how long will that last? Why are your people moving into our lands from yours, begging for safety and resources? If you don’t give them enough, you can’t demand for more in return. Your kingdom is lovely, and I’ve only seen a small part of it, but for the people who live here, you can see they’re living off scraps and barely surviving. But they won’t change that just because you decided to become aligned with us, in fear that you’ll only make it worse.”

“Barely anyone knows your kingdom, what do you expect to get out of this?”

“You bring our kingdom out from the dark and prove your kingdom isn’t as terrible as it seems, and we’ll trade our missing resources along with safety in case of a war, of course.” Your mother looks at you in pride and Todoroki keeps his mouth shut, surprised someone who’s only been out in the real world for a few months can already plan and negotiate like this.

“Your kingdom isn’t well known, and if my kingdom is as terrible as it is, you really think people will start to acknowledge you?” He crosses his arms and your okaasan places a soft hand on your shoulder.

“She is known for being the symbol of unity between two kingdoms. No one happens to know what kingdoms she belongs to, of course.”

Enji looks down at Todoroki and he looks away.

“I wasn’t aware of this.”

“It would be good if you had her trust, since she is being seen as a good symbol by the people nowadays.” She pets your hair softly and you turn your head slightly, making her stop.

He looks down at you and back at his son. Rei slowly looks up at him and pleads with her eyes.

“You have a point when you said people wouldn’t just accept it, so how about I propose this.” He sits up and Todoroki stares at him.

“An arranged marriage.”

“What?!” Todoroki suddenly shoots up and your eyes widen, but you hide your emotions before he looks down at you, waiting for a protest as well.

“Shouto do not interrupt me.” Enji uses a tone that Rei flinches at, making her turn her head away and expose her neck slightly. However Shouto growls in retaliation, keeping eye contact.

“Like hell will I be getting arranged to be married! Especially not with her!” He points a finger in your face and you slap it away, standing.

“Do not stick your finger in my face, have some respect. This isn’t for us, it’s for our kingdoms, one of which you will be ruling over one day if you decide to stop acting like a child. We were raised to do this and this was always a possibility and you knew that. Had you really had a problem with that, you would have done something about it long ago rather than bursting out like you are now.” You keep your tone low and calm, taking a seat between your mothers and looking to Enji.

“Please, continue.” You say softly as Todoroki huffs and storms out, his mother closing his eyes in pain and Enji grunting in disappointment.

“I deeply apologize for his behavior. It truly is embarrassing and disappointing.”

“No need, please, go on.”

When you finish the meeting, you give your exit greetings and cast a spell to bring back your sun veil, hiding from the public. Stepping in and taking a seat, you peek out the window and see Todoroki staring out his own window toward you, his eyes laced with rage.

You close the curtain on him and the carriage begins moving.

In silence, you lean your head back on the carriage walls and you hear your mother make a noise of contempt.

Lifting your head, you see her smiling at you.

“I’m proud of you, my little galaxy.” She pets your hair and holds your cheek, brushing a thumb over it. Something she only used to do as when you were a child. She stopped doing it when you turned 8, the beginning of your lessons to become a queen.

“You handled the situation well and took charge when it began to escalate. You’re becoming more and more prepared to be a queen.” She takes her hand off you and you give her a fake smile you’ve perfected as a child, fooling her.

Her touch doesn’t feel the same, and you’re not proud of what you’ve done, as you should be.

When you arrive at the castle, she gives you the day to yourself and you tell her you’re going to Katsuki’s kingdom. You bring a change of clothes and get into your own carriage, taking out your phone and sending an impromptu meeting at Katsuki’s place.

Waiting in your carriage, you suddenly start shaking and sniffling, desperately trying to keep your tears in their place.

You go through a portal and hiccup when you arrive at Katsuki’s castle, both him and Kirishima waiting at the gate.

A few people catch wind of the fancy new carriage at the Bakugou castle and start taking pictures.

You bring out your sun veil and immediately hide yourself as you step out, both Katsuki and Eijirou coming inside the veil and leading you inside.

“Shinsou is coming, he got caught up with something.” Eijirou says and you don’t get rid of your veil when they exit.

“Why are you crying?” Eijirou tries stepping back and Katsuki holds his arm.

“We’ll wait until Shinsou gets here.” He watches as you make the veil disappear, your bag of your clothing in hand. Katsuki takes your bag and you follow him to his room.

Before you get to the stairs, you hear a woman call after him.

“Katsuki, your friend is waiting outside, why aren’t you- oh.” She stops in front of you and you notice she looks just like Katsuki.

“Hello, who is this?” She asks and you look up at her.

“Wait.” Katsuki says and goes outside and comes back inside after some time with Shinsou and a little girl with white-ish hair.

“This is the Queen of the explosion Kingdom. My..mom, I guess.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and you jump.

Both you, Shinsou and the little girl, bow to her.

“I’m princess (Y/n), of the Moon kingdom.” You introduce and her eyes show worry and confusion.

“Ah, you’re the girl that’s been popping up everywhere recently..” She mentions and you stiffen, standing back up.

“Yes, I guess so.” You glance away and Shinsou introduces himself.

“And this is my little sister, Eri.” He says and you all look at her, who’s shyly hiding behind Shinsou.

“It’s nice meeting you all.” She doesn’t look at you and you turn away, taking your bag and standing next to Eijirou.

“Take them to my room.” Bakugou tells Kirishima and he nods, leading you away.

When you turn the corner, you hear him yelling at his mom for making you uncomfortable.

“They always fight like that. I’m surprised he called her his mom, he usually only calls her old hag or something.” Kirishima opens the door to Bakugou’s large room, taking your bag from you.

“You can sit, if you want.” He gestures to the bed and you gently take a seat, taking a deep breath.

Eri walks up to you and stares at your dress with big eyes. You stare at her long bunny-like ears and Bakugou suddenly bursts in, shutting the door.

“Okay, what the fu-”

“Hey!” Shinsou covers Eri’s ears suddenly and you look at Bakugou.

“Right. Anyway, aren’t you going to change?” Bakugou waves an arm to his closet and Shinsou picks up Eri and places her on a chair next to the bed.

You stand and take your bag, walking in the closet and closing the door.

When you can’t take off the dress, you walk back out and point to the ribbons tying your dress.

“I got it.” Kirishima walks up to you and begins untying the ribbons, the boys staring at him.

He gives you a gentle nudge once he’s done and you go back into the closet. When he turns back around, he jumps.

“W-what?”

“Those things are complicated as hell, how did you undo it for her?”

“I have sisters. You know this.” He points a finger at Bakugou and he scoffs.

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“The maids would tie their corsets a little too tight and they were uncomfortable, but the maids wouldn’t loosen it for them because they needed to keep their posture. So, they would ask me to loosen it for them so they could breathe better and I was confused at first but I now know how to undo even the most confusing knots and corsets.” He places his hands on his hips proudly and both Shinsou and Bakugou snicker.

“What’s so funny?” You come out in a more comfortable dress that doesn’t reach the floor and take a seat next to Eri, who’s admiring your (f/c) dress with white long sleeves.

“You wanna tell us what happened instead?” Bakugou crosses his arms and brings out a bean bag chair, dropping himself on it.

Eri begins playing with your lantern like sleeves and Shinsou glances at her.

“The kingdom I went to visit was the Frozen Flame Kingdom..”

The mood immediately drops and they are already mentally preparing for the worst.

“The meeting went, well.. We talked about what we needed each other and I was even allowed to put in my thoughts.”

“That’s big for you.” Kirishima mentions and you nod slightly.

“It is.. But you guys know our kingdoms won’t agree with a random alliance with kingdoms that have never been together before and they have their own reputations and all that stuff..” You rub at your hands and sigh.

“King Enji, proposed an, arranged marriage..” You cover your face and they all stand, scaring Eri.

“A what?!”

“Of all the things he could have mentioned?!”

“Guys, guys! Stop it!” You stand and pull your hair away from your face.

You cast a spell towards your eyes and hold out your hands, a projection like vision coming from you.

“Like hell will I be getting arranged to be married! Especially not with her!” He points a finger in your face and you slap it away, standing.

Everyone flinches when they hear the slap, afraid it could have turned out worse for you.

“Do not stick your finger in my face, have some respect. This isn’t for us, it’s for our kingdoms, one of which you will be ruling over one day if you decide to stop acting like a child. We were raised to do this and this was always a possibility and you knew that. Had you really had a problem with that, you would have done something about it long ago rather than bursting out like you are now.”

You make the projection disappear and take a seat, grabbing one of his blankets and covering your lap when you go to lay back.

“Why didn’t you reject the proposal?” Kirishima walks to you and Bakugou pushes him away.

“Her kingdom is desperate for help and recognition. She doesn’t have a choice. If anything, her mom probably didn’t let her give an input after that.” Bakugou crosses his arms and you sniffle, quickly wiping away your tears.

“I just, I don’t know if I’m mad or upset or, I don’t know.” You cover your face and Shinsou sits next to you.

“Well, maybe you’re sad. You were only just let out to be alive and you’re already about to get married. Maybe you’re sad you think your life is over before it started.” He rubs your arm and both Bakugou and Kirishima open their arms in a ‘What the fuck’ motion.

“Or, you could look at it this way.” He helps you sit up and you don’t look at him.

“You can be like Bakugou’s parents who go out and have fun whenever they want, or like Kirishima’s parents who run a kingdom full of amazing creatures and beings and have so many friends because of how fun carefree they are. Or like mine, who run a kingdom with felines and are partnered with people who don’t fit into just one category. There’s so many things you can do now that you’re probably going to get married, it doesn’t have to be all bad.”

You nod slightly and lean your head on his shoulder, everyone giving you sad and worried expressions.

Eri scoots in between you two and you glance down at her.

“Seems she already likes you.” Shinsou whispers and you put down an open hand for her and she takes it, squeezing it softly.

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[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Hello! I just want to say that I looove your Stubborn hugs series somuch! I just binged the whole thing and I’m sooo happy I got to stumble upon it 😭 their dynamics are amazing! Agdhfklv like everything about the characters are so amazing! Just so many good character traits that I feel like im reading a novel series! I cried and laughed a lot! Can’t wait for the next chapter ahhhh!!! 🤍🤍🤍🤍✨

Thank you so much I'm so glad you like it! I hope I can keep your interest

[eternal-mikrokosmos]

Omg what happened to her arm (i have the memory of a goldfish and forgot 👁👄👁)

She got hit by a mirror of a car and it kinda cut her arm