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SAVE MY LOVE FOR YOU | MANJIRO SANO.

જ⁀➴ synposis: neither you nor mikey seem to have pulled out cupid's arrow despite being separated in this timeline. lucky for you two, you have the perfect group of friends for you to reunite in every life.

જ⁀➴ content warning: manga spoilers! (the ending), racer! mikey, best friend! kazutora, fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, mikey is very confident and famous, making out on the first date, se.x in the changing room, se.x on the couch, protective sex (wrap it before you tap it), overstimulation, cunnilingus, mikey makes you cum three times, he's a sweetheart.

જ⁀➴ word count: 10k

જ⁀➴ note: thank you to @mztoman for commissioning me again (so loyal!) i had so much fun writing this, even though it took me a while. and thank YOU guys for 8k followers! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe.

ʚ⁺˖↪ comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

One of Takemichi’s biggest achievements in life is giving his friends the life he promised them when he first discovered what being a time leaper was. It wasn’t easy, he fought like hell but it was worth it at the end. All of his friends are alive, his girlfriend is soon going to become his wife and was preparing for their wedding—it couldn’t get more perfect than this. The man sat next to this big window of a very quiet and fancy place, so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice that his friend was walking back towards their table.

Manjiro watched as the black haired male fidgeted nervously in his seat. It was his idea to take him out, help him loosen up a little since Takemichi has been so caught up in wedding stress. He deserved a day like this. Especially with how far he’s come and the sacrifices he made for them to be here in the first place.

“If you fidget again, you might break the chair,” Manjiro teases him as he takes a seat across from him. He watches as the male flinches before resting his forehead on the table. Takemichi heaves out a long sigh.

“This is way too fancy, Mikey…”

“Well, what did you think? That I’d be allowed to go a coffee shop down the street where anyone can recognize me?” Manjiro flashes his friend a grin, a little proud that his career mad him get this far. And Takemichi sighs in defeat, accepting the fact that their little hangouts were going to be like this from now on.

“Plus, you need this more than I do. Wedding preparations are wearing you out. Maybe attending Emma’s wedding first will help putting you in a good mood before the big day comes up.” It was true, but there was something else to be discussed and Takemichi wasn’t sure of how to bring it up.

Was this even the right moment for it? He didn’t even know if it was appropriate to discuss this so casually. But he needed to get it off his chest. It was one of the first things he noticed when the last time leap happened—how it felt off. He wasn’t even sure at first, he thought he was just imagining things, that the time leaps took a toll on him. But one look at Chifuyu confirmed that he wasn’t tripping. Someone was missing in the picture.

“Hey, do you remember ever having a girlfriend in the past?” Takemichi tries to be casual about this, tries not to make it seem like it was a life or death situation but his facial expression fails him. It was so serious that it makes Mikey pause eating his food.

“Huh?”

“A girlfriend, or perhaps a girl? Do you remember being involved with a girl romantically?” At first, Takemichi was hesitating on telling his friend about this. After all, there’s no nice way to ask this question without making it seem like you are calling your friend a total loser. But he remember his conversation with Chifuyu, and he knows that if there is anyone to trust when it comes to information about the past, it’s either him or Naoto.

“I remember her, we didn’t talk that much but she was definitely there,” Chifuyu says, still holding the cold beer in his hand. Takemichi had invited him to his apartment while Hinata was out shopping, because he couldn’t just discuss this kind of stuff over the phone.

“Through it all, right?”

“Mhm, you remember her too Michi, you’re just hesitant.” Chifuyu was right. Takemichi knew what he saw in all of the timelines, he is sure that there was someone and Mikey always looked so protective of you, never let anyone near you. He’s never seen his friend like that, and so for him to be separated from her in this final timeline just didn’t make sense. He needed to do something about it.

“Michi, are you trying to tell me something?” It seemed like Mikey refused to take the situation seriously, and no one could blame him. What was supposed to be a fun hang out with his best friend was turning into a serious conversation and faster than he had anticipated.

“You were in love, Mikey.” This sentence makes his face fall. Takemichi sighs before leaning back in his seat, stirring the drink placed in front of him.

“Each time I went back in time and tried to fix things, it led me to a different timeline—a different outcome. In all of them, you were involved with this girl—you were different,” Takemichi pauses as he looks up at his friend. “No matter how bad things turned out to be, she was always there and seemed to be the only person to pull you out of this dark cloud. Last time, way before that big fight happened—“ He almost cringes when he remembers how bad it was. “You two weren’t together anymore. And I’m not sure why or how, but that seemed to worsen things for you. And if I’m not mistaken, she did end up dying at one point.”

Manjiro was trying his best to process what was being said to him. He was quiet, attentive and did not know what to say. He wasn’t opposed to the idea that younger him had found love, he was more upset that he must’ve fucked up some way for this mysterious girl to leave him and not want to be involved with him anymore. But he had no memory of her. No name, no address—how old was she? Were they both the same age? Was she older? What was she like? She must’ve been super patient with him because his teenage self was a menace, whiny and way too needy.

“Do you remember what she was like?” Mikey breaks the silence, his eyes going from his drink to his friend’s face who hums, trying his best to remember some of the features.

“I’m not sure, all I remember is that she was very loyal to you. She had a bonten tattoo on the back of her neck to match yours.” Takemichi remembers vividly the Bonten timeline, where he had tried to visit Mikey at that one abandoned building. He remembers watching her as she stood near the leader with careful eyes, a warm touch that contrasted her partner’s cold demeanor. She seemed to give Mikey what he lacked—warmth, love and a home.

“Where was she during the last fight?”

“I have no idea, but she didn’t want to be around you,” Takemichi cringes at the confession.

It’s true, she and Manjiro were like strangers in this timeline, but it wasn’t guaranteed that they wouldn’t meet again. After all, this mysterious girl was also friends with the rest of Toman. Takemichi wasn’t sure who exactly was her closest friend in the gang, and it made the chances of meeting her very slim.

“How do you know so much, though?” Mikey starts, taking a bite from his pastry. “You can remember that I was a piece of shit to her, but not her face?” It was a natural question, and no offense was taken by Takemichi who shrugged his shoulders.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I got some answers from Chifuyu and Naoto. We know this girl, but we tried to look at every picture with Toman and she was just never there. Almost like a ghost.”

“And you’re sure she isn’t dead in this present time?” This was Takemichi’s least favorite theory. Something must’ve happened in the past, she was nowhere to be found and the guy didn’t have time to ask everyone if they remember a certain girl being involved with the gang. All he could hope for was that she was alive and that nothing bad happened to her. Unlike that one timeline where she does end up getting killed, Takemichi hoped that she somehow survived and made it in the present time.

“I hope that she isn’t.” Takemichi confesses, almost gloomily. “But one thing is for sure—if she was close to somebody in Toman, there’s a chance she might attend either mine or your sister’s wedding. Let’s not lose hope.”

You are invited to the wedding of an old friend. You remember Emma as being the light of any room she walks into, and seeing her get married to the one person she’s always had a crush on makes you grin from ear to ear as you hold the wedding invitation in your hands. You are not particularly close to the couple, but you remember bumping into them a couple of times and every time you would pray that nothing bad happens and separates them because their happiness is truly contagious.

The wedding takes place in about two days, and you learn that you are not the only one invited when you hear your doorbell ring.

“You’re invited to Emma and Draken’s wedding, right?” Kazutora stands at your door and you snort at how excited he is. You’ve been friends with him for almost a decade now, you’ve seen each other at your lowest and you couldn’t deny that your friendship with the man was one of a kind. He pestered you like you were a little sister, and no matter how annoying he was to you, he happened to be one of the few people who were truly there for you when you needed them.

“Mhm, she even called me and told me she really wants to see me.” You smile when you remember the phone call. She was sweet enough to ask for your number when you bumped into her three months ago, and now that you look back at it—it was definitely to invite you to her wedding. You let Kazutora walk inside your place and the man makes himself comfortable on your couch.

“Good. You do need to get out of the house, it’s starting to become annoying,” he says with a light tone, and he sees you roll your eyes before you take a seat next to him.

“Sure, I do need to socialize a little.”

“Not a little, a lot.”

“Shut up, I get it.” You smack Kazutora’s arm and he laughs before grabbing the remote control. He chooses a random show on Netflix before grabbing his phone to order takeout. You can’t even argue with him or tell him you had some left-over food from yesterday because he wouldn’t listen to you anyway.

Kazutora was right. You rarely ever went out unless you were obligated or the man dragged you to an event. It felt as though you dreaded the thought of going out and having to meet people. But attending Emma’s wedding didn’t sound like a bad idea. As long as the people there were as sweet as her.

Which made you realize another thing.

“It’s crazy how we both knew Emma, but we didn’t become friends through her.” You say outloud and your friend hums. You two became friends because you happened to be hanging out near a cat café. You both happened to be rescuing the same kitten, and decided that it was the start of your very long friendship.

“True, which also means that you’ve never met one of my closest friends and Emma’s brother.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Who?”

“Mikey.” You’ve never heard of that name in your life. Then again, you’ve never been to Emma’s house or were that close to her in the first place. All you knew was that she had a massive crush on this Draken dude who you saw recently and that was that. Anything about her family was simply none of your business.

“Yeah, I don’t know him.” You simply shrug.

“He’s a pretty famous racer actually,” oh? That was a first. “But he likes to keep his personal life mostly private. Last time, he came to my place wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants—I thought I was getting robbed.”

You snort at the thought of your friend being absolutely terrified from his own close friend. But this made you a little curious about this Mikey. If he was as famous as Kazutora claims, why have you never seen him on TV before?

“You’re such a scaredy cat. “ You tease your friend, nudging him with your elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Says the same person who cried when she found me on her couch after opening the door for me at night.”

“I forgot!”

“Say that to the person who will murder you in your sleep.”

Emma’s wedding was as intimate as it could be. You weren’t complaining, you hated big weddings where people didn’t even know each other. And right off the bat, you could tell that the people invited to the couple’s wedding were loved ones and have seen them grow up together.

You don’t feel out of place, but you are still a little closed off as Kazutora marches towards his group of friends. You refused to go with him mainly because it would be so awkward and you wanted to give your friend some space to hang out with his own group of friends. And so you stand next to the drinks, pour yourself some water and hold onto your cup while looking around the place.

It was small, but not too small. You take notice of the flowers hanging by the ceiling and the cake sitting in the corner. There’s soft music playing in the background and despite the number of people present, it is not loud enough to annoy you. Perhaps if you were to get married one day, you wanted a ceremony just like this.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel Kazutora’s hand around your wrist and you send him a look that he knows a little too well.

Don’t you dare-

“Come! They wanna meet you.” He’s grinning from ear to ear, and you hear his friends laugh at the contrast in your expressions. While Kazutora is so excited to introduce you to his friends, you look as though you don’t even want to be here.

“There she is! Give her some time and she will warm up to you guys,” you give a tight lipped smile and you can feel your cheeks warming up at the attention. You aren’t exactly awkward with people, but being introduced like this wasn’t a situation you would ever put yourself into.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mitsuya.” A man with lavender hair extends his hand out and the smile on his face helps you relax a little. You shake hands with him and introduce yourself back, and suddenly everyone was telling you who they were.

Beside Baji (whom you’ve already seen in pictures before), everyone else is a new face. There was a set of twins, Souya and Nahoya. Pah-chin and Peh-yan, and then there was Hakkai and Chifuyu. They were all nice and welcoming, didn’t make you feel awkward at all. But you notice how Chifuyu’s stare lingers on you for a bit longer than the rest, and you don’t shy away from asking him if there was something he needed.

“Is there anything you need or?”

“Oh no,” Chifuyu starts and shakes his head. His cheeks are flushed that you caught him staring at you so intensely, but he continues nonetheless. “You just look familiar, that’s all.”

Familiar? It wasn’t exactly impossible, but you were still sure that you’ve never met Chifuyu before.

“Maybe we met outside or something, or maybe Kazutora showed you a pic?” You ask the male, and he quickly darts his eyes towards Kazutora.

“Actually, yeah. I think that’s where I saw you.” He lets go of the conversation pretty quickly after this, leaving you standing confused next to your friend. You don’t really question it, perhaps he did believe you and it was all in his head. But it was still a weird interaction altogether.

You are quickly introduced to a new person, and your interaction with him isn’t any less weird than the previous one. Takemichi stares at you with wide eyes and parted lips, and you see Chifuyu pinch his side which makes you furrow your eyebrows. What the fuck was going on here?

“Are you okay—“

“You just look very familiar.” Again? You almost roll your eyes in annoyance. If they were playing games with you, this surely wasn’t a fun one. But you decide to give a proper answer to this observation and shake your head.

“It’s probably all in your head, I’m sorry. I have never seen you in my life.”

Despite how warm and gentle you look, you are strong minded and don’t shy away from situations like these. Takemichi finds himself smiling at the thought.

I can see why her and Mikey are perfect for each other.

Takemichi, just like Chifuyu, lets go of the conversation very easily and you find yourself even more annoyed than before. If one more person tells you that you look familiar, you might just tell them to fuck off. But you’re distracted by Kazutora dragging you to take a seat, indicating that the ceremony was about to start.

You watch as the best men step out and stand next to the groom who looks as though he is about to burst into tears at any moment. It is a sweet thing to witness in real time, the same man you remember meeting three months ago holding a bag of groceries while Emma was holding nothing but her purse. He was truly head over heels, and to be able to witness him devote himself and promise to love and cherish her, to be there for her and hold her when things get tough felt like witnessing a love story straight from the books.

The after-party starts shortly after, and you take notice of how the quiet and intimate vibes remain present throughout the whole night. You are sat at a table all alone, Kazutora had only left your side a few moments prior to grab food for you both and so you decide to just scroll on your phone for a bit. But you are quickly robbed of your alone time when your friend comes back and it seems as though he’s dragging someone with him.

“(Name), this is Mikey. Mikey, this is (name). He’s the friend that I told you about yesterday.” Mikey is anything but how you imagined him to be. Cocky, arrogant, maybe a little self-centered since that’s how everyone who rose to fame behaved even around their friends. But he is… closed off. He can hold eye contact, but you take notice of the small blush painting the apples of his cheeks at having to be introduced like this.

You two seemed to have that in common.

You give a small smile in response and extend your hand, Mikey sees it and mirrors your actions. You don’t think much of it, it’s a hand shake after all—but the moment the palm of your head meets his, you feel electricity shock through your body and you both pull away with a slight hiss.

“Shit-“

“Ouch.”

You’re both holding your hands back, but then you look at him and he feels different. For some odd reason, this young man you had just been introduced to looks at you as though he’s been looking for you for a long time. Your heart skips a beat. His eyes are intense, and he doesn’t seem to pull his eyes away from you until you dart them back towards Kazutora with red cheeks.

Your friend watches the scene unfold before him with raised eyebrows and a small smile. He had hopes that two of his closest friends would get along, and it seemed to be going just fine.

“Wow, am I interrupting something?” The playful tone to his voice seems to make the heat travel all over your body, and both you and Mikey smack him at his comment.

“Don’t be such a dickhead.” You look adorable when you try to be threatening, Mikey thinks. But he also thinks that it must be you.

The girl Takemichi told him about a few days earlier, it has to be you. He doesn’t know how or why, but the hand shake made him feel different about you. It was cheesy to be thinking this way, Mikey would’ve probably teased anyone else if they had told him this. But you were staring at him with pretty eyes and pink cheeks, even your stare was a shy one up until you looked at Kazutora.

You bicker with Kazutora for a few more moments until Mikey sees him lift up his hands in defeat, a triumphant smile on his lips. You roll your eyes at this.

“Fine, I’ll leave you two alone if that’s what you really want.” This little-

“That’s not what I said!” Your face is as red as a tomato, watching Kazutora walk away to chit-chat with some of his friends. Mikey finds himself snickering a little at this.

“Laughing at my misery?” You tell the man with a small grumble and he shrugs his shoulders before pulling out a chair.

“It was entertaining—can I?” You nod in response and Mikey takes a seat next to you. Your body immediately relaxes around him, and given that you were the only two people sitting at this table, you don’t find yourself feeling awkward as you strike a conversation with the man.

“So, you like bikes?” The question is genuine, but the way you phrase it has Mikey throwing his head back with a small laugh.

“I do, how were you able to tell?” He props his elbow on the table before resting his chin on his hand. He is grinning, and the way he’s staring at you makes your stomach flutter.

“A little birdie told me you’re a pretty famous racer,” You grin in return and mirror his actions, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Mikey takes notice of what you are trying to do and lets out another laugh.

“I am, and yes I do love bikes.”

“I know, Mikey.” You chuckle at his sincerity and you see him shrug his shoulders.

“Hey, I’m an honest man. I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t lying.”

“Honestly, you look like a terrible liar.” You giggle a little when he lets out a gasp, feigning being offended.

“I am an amazing liar!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! For example, me being an amazing liar is a lie in itself,” Mikey finds himself grinning from ear to ear when his little joke makes you laugh really hard. He truly hopes that you were her, otherwise he would be pretty bummed.

“Alright comedian, I’m getting a little hungry. Wanna grab some food?” Manjiro doesn’t say no, and so you stand up and head towards the display of various types of snacks and food to fill your plate.

The night seemed to be going pretty well.

You spend the rest of the night talking to Mikey as though you’ve known each other for years. He lets you talk with Emma and Draken to congratulate them, and you don’t notice the smile that’s on her face when she sees you walk away with her brother. In fact, you fail to notice the various pairs of eyes lingering on you both as you sit down at the very corner, seemingly thinking that you are away from prying eyes, but you were obviously wrong. You and Manjiro looked like you were on a date.

The after-party does eventually come to an end. Kazutora tells you to get ready and you put on the coat you brought with you in case it got cold at night (which it did). Mikey walks you out of the venue, but before you can follow Kazutora to his car, he stops you with a hand around your wrist.

“Hey wait,”

“Yeah?” A part of you was hoping that the conversation was going that way, you had a lot of fun with Mikey during the few hours you hung out with him and you were hoping that he would do something about it.

“I had a lot of fun, and it wasn’t even my own wedding,” he starts with a chuckle. “And I was wondering if we could hang out again.” Oh, he was bold. You liked that.

You smile at this, and you remove your wrist from his grasp before wrapping it around his hand, grabbing it firmly.

“I would love to, Mikey.” You exchange phone numbers and you walk towards Kazutora’s car. You wave at Mikey, you see him mouth ‘I’ll text you later’ and it makes you blush. You get inside the car, and Kazutora immediately starts the car.

He notices how quiet you are, but you don’t look upset. You’re busy staring at your phone, almost like you were waiting for a text and then your phone pings. Your eyes light up when you see the notification, and you quickly type something on your phone.

Mikey<3

--Kazutora’s a pretty reckless driver. Think you gonna get there safely?

You stifle a giggle before sending a reply.

--He’s a pretty good driver actually, have some faith in him.

Kazutora doesn’t take a look at your phone, but from the way you are beaming at your phone, he knows who you were talking to.

“You two are getting along pretty well,” you don’t raise your head to look at him, only nod in response.

“Mhm, he’s really cute,” you say quietly and your friend smiles to himself. He hasn’t seen you this excited about someone in quite some time, and for it to be his close friend out of everyone warms up his heart.

You couldn’t wait to see Mikey again.

Mikey has a very busy schedule, you learn that from the past three weeks of texting him. You tried to make plans four times, and they were all dismissed by his team because he had something to do. You weren’t even upset about it, you had been having video and phone calls with him the entire time, but he still apologizes during every call and promises to make it up to you somehow.

Which brings you to where you are right now—standing near your apartment building waiting for him to pick you up. You two had agreed to go back to his place to hang out, since his race was coming up soon, the paparazzi were on his ass and he didn’t want that to ruin his fun time with you.

You see a black, fancy car pull up next to you and your eyes are wide as you stare at it. Mikey rolls down the window and flashes you a toothy grin, before yelling out.

“You’re gonna keep standing there?” You are quick to get inside the car, and you take notice of how clean it is.

“I didn’t think you were gonna pick me up in such a fancy car,” you admit, and Manjiro chuckles at your honesty.

“Were you expecting a bike?”

“Yeah.” You smile when you see him laugh a little harder. “What?”

“You’re cute, that’s all,” you blush at his remark and cough a little, suddenly finding the ceiling of his car very interesting.

“Getting shy?”

“Focus on driving,” you say playfully and he gets stubborn, refusing to listen to you.

“Ooh, did my talk of Kazutora being a reckless driver get to your head?” He rests his head on the steering wheel, and you almost panic when you see that he’s not paying attention.

“Mikey—really, focus!”

You arrive to his place in less than twenty minutes, and you hope your face does not betray you and show him how absolutely mesmerized you are by the size of the building. You have to hurt your neck in order to see the top, and he tells you that he lives on the 20th floor, since he loves watching the city from above. You walk inside, get in the elevator and Manjiro notices the way you’re holding your purse tightly.

His hand reaches out towards you and wraps around your wrist, you look at him in surprise but immediately relax when you see the smile on his face.

“Relax, yeah?” His voice is barely above a whisper. Butterflies dance in your stomach at the way he’s addressing you—so full of love and care. You look away from him when you feel your face getting hot.

Luckily, Manjiro doesn’t notice as the elevator finally comes to a halt, indicating that you finally arrived at the 20th floor. The doors open and you are greeted with a long, illuminated hallway with grey carpets on the floor and big windows on the side. Mikey is the first one to step out and you follow suit, watching as he starts to look for his keys in his pockets.

You arrive at a door with big, bold numbers on it and you wait behind Mikey as he unlocks it before stepping inside.

“Come in, make yourself comfortable.”

Mikey’s place is as fancy as the building, but there’s a hint of domesticity to it and it warms up your heart. There are framed pictures everywhere, trophies sitting above the bookshelf and plants in each corner of the humongous living room. The kitchen is attached to the living space, and you’re surprised when you see that the oven was turned on.

“Were you cooking?”

“Yeah, I’m actually lucky cause if we had been late, our dinner could’ve been burned.” He’s grinning from ear to ear, while you stare at him mortified. He could’ve started a fire and he’s laughing about it?

“You know that’s super dangerous, Mikey.”

“I was just excited to come pick you up,” he pouts at you, and you already have this show memorized. Every time he would do something reckless and he tells you over a video call, he would pout when you scold him in hopes of getting out of it.

“Please,” you roll your eyes, bending down to take off your shoes before putting on the slippers he had laid out for you. While dinner was still cooking, Mikey decides to give you a little tour of his apartment.

You learn that there is he makes good use of the space he has, and he tells you it’s all thanks to his sister Emma for giving him ideas. He has an office where he takes calls, a bedroom that looks rather neat compared to when you saw it over the video call a few days ago and a very pretty bathroom that is black themed. You think it’s the prettiest part of his house.

“Out of everything, you pick the bathroom?” He is amused, watching as you grab the bottles of shampoo and conditioner with a loud gasp, the fascination in your eyes warms up his chest. He truly feels like pulling you in his arms.

“Those are so cool! Have you ever broken one of these?” Manjiro raises an eyebrow at this.

“Why?”

“I just wanna know if you’re clumsy,” you give him an innocent grin, and he pouts his lips at your comment.

“I am not clumsy.”

“Hm, then I guess Kazutora lied to me.” This makes his ears perk up.

“Kazutora told you about me?” You chuckle at his eagerness but nod anyway.

“He told me you were reckless and a bit childish,” you tilt your head to the side. “Stubborn, indecisive, impulsive, idiotic-“

“Did he say anything that’s actually good,” you can sense the annoyance in his voice and chuckle before reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“He told me you were loyal, very kind and loving. You care a lot about your family and friends, and you never let fame get to your head,” your voice is soft as you tell him all the things Kazutora told you, and the longer you hold his hand, the louder your heartbeat is in your ears.

It feels strange, almost familiar to be this close with him even through just hand holding. And when you look up from where you were holding his hand, your breath hitches at the way he is staring at you. Intense, passionate—you can’t exactly decide how Mikey’s eyes feel, but you do know that they make you nervous. You bite your bottom lips out of nervousness, but you don’t let go of his hand. Instead, your thumb caresses the back of his hand and traces soft circles there.

“And what do you think?” Mikey finally breaks the silence, eyes darting all over your face before settling on your lips.

“I think,” you tighten your hold around his hand, before pulling him towards you in one sudden movement. “I think you should kiss me.”

Manjiro didn’t need to be told twice. His hands gripped your hips as he pinned you against his sink, lips pressed against yours in what started out as a soft, innocent kiss. But the longer your lips moved against one another, the harder it was to keep it tame. You only pull away when you’re out of breath and panting, hands gripping the fabric of shirt to pull him impossibly closer to you. He rests his forehead against yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lips before pulling you into another kiss. You gasp when you feel his lips kiss down, nipping at your jaw.

“Mikey—the food.” You pant out.

“Oh shit-“ There goes your dinner.

Whatever Mikey cooked that night wasn’t going to be served. You laugh a little at how pouty and sad he is at the incident, but you reassure him that you appreciate his effort until the very end, and even if it was ruined.

You end up ordering food for the night, and you find out that Mikey gets really excited when the food has little decorations on top. He orders a hamburger and you decide to go for a pizza, and the sheer amount of happiness on his face when he finds a little flag on top of the bun makes you coo at him.

There is a show playing while you eat, but neither of you focus on what was happening as you devour your food and talk about everything and nothing. You learn many things about Mikey, and so does he. And it seems as though the kiss you shared back in the bathroom is long forgotten, almost as though it never happened. But you do notice that Mikey is holding back on the stuff he is telling you.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” You’re not necessarily being confrontational, but you see him shift a little. So you noticed.

He doesn’t say anything as he removes the fry from his mouth and grabs some water, and your heart sinks a little. When did it get so serious?

“Mikey?”

“Can I be honest about something?” Oh no. Whenever a conversation started like this, you knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“Sure.” He was gonna tell you that he didn’t enjoy the kiss—or worse, did your breath smell? You already felt repulsed by yourself and he hadn’t even said a single thing. You were getting ready for rejection, for the night to end terribly and for him to send you back home and never talk to you again. You knew it was too good to be true.

“This might sound a little crazy, but we were lovers in the past.” Huh? You didn’t know what to say—this sounded ridiculous, but maybe he meant when you were kids? On the playground?

“You mean as kids or?”

“No, I mean in a different timeline, we are—well, were lovers.” The use of the past tense when referring to his relationship with you has a bitter aftertaste to it. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing right now, you might not even be her. But he remembers his conversation with Takemichi after Emma’s wedding, how his friend confirmed to him that yes, it was you.

“Mikey, go for it.” Takemichi was grinning from ear to ear. It seemed as though you were actually alive and he did manage to save everyone this time. Even you.

“Are you sure-“

“Yes,” Chifuyu interrupts with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. “I’m certain that it’s her.”

This was the confirmation Mikey needed, but he was still scared. What if you reject him in this timeline? What if you both don’t fall in love and things don’t work out? This probably scared him more than having to tell you about the whole time leap thing.

“What do you mean?” You don’t tell him that he sounds ridiculous, nor do you laugh at the fact that he just told you that you were both lovers at one point.

“Takemichi, and my brother—but it doesn’t matter,” Mikey shakes his head. “Takemichi was able to go back in time at one point in his life. He’s what people might call a time leaper. He went through hell and beyond to be able to save his girlfriend from dying, but then eventually he got involved with me and that’s how we became friends.” You see him pause to smile to himself, and you think to yourself that there is no way someone can make up a story this detailed without stuttering or missing a beat.

“Every time he tried to fix something in the past, it would lead to a horrible outcome in the future. And he remembers that—well, we were together,” he frowns before continuing. “No matter the horrible outcome, we were never separated until well, now.”

What Mikey is saying right now should make you look at him like he’s crazy, what he’s implying and the events he’s describing sound straight out of a book. And yet you still believe every word he says. You aren’t sure what part of his speech convinced you that this was real, you just believe him.

“It makes sense. The handshake made me feel some kind of way, I thought I was crazy for looking too deeply into it—but then I felt you and I don’t know, I think even hanging out as friends would do us great, yeah?” You were going on such a ramble, that you fail to notice that Mikey is a little taken aback by your understanding of the whole situation. He’s relieved that you don’t think he is crazy, but when he feels the blush crawl up his neck, he looks away from you with a loud huff.

“What is wrong with you?” You blink at him.

“Hm?”

“You’re being awfully understanding, I wasn’t expecting it.” You find yourself cooing at him, and your hand reaches towards his face to pinch his cheek playfully.

“Oh Mikey, are you shy?” You regret your words as soon as they come out. You feel his hand grab your wrist before pulling you on top of him on the couch, making you straddle him. He smirks at your wide eyed look and his hands grip your hips just like how he did in the bathroom.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yes, it totally did. This side of Mikey was so unexpected but you weren’t complaining. But you did feel as though he was reminding you that no matter how flustered he could get, he always had more effect on you than you could ever imagine.

You get over the situation on the couch rather quickly, and an hour later you decide that it’s finally time to head back home. Mikey is whiny about it, but he decides to drive you back to your place and completely forgets why he was upset in the first place. His behavior resembled one of a very needy puppy.

He parks next to your apartment building, and he immediately starts sighing out dramatically.

“Mikey-“

“I cannot believe I have just been reunited with my past lover, and yet she still asks to go back to her place and urgently!” He yells out the last part, the back of his hand pressed against his forehead. “I am heartbroken.”

“I promise to text you, yeah?” You lean towards him and press a kiss to his cheek, to which he grins at.

“And you have to go on a date with me again very soon.”

“Okay, deal.” You quickly agree, and the smile beaming on his face makes you think that if he was always going to be this happy, then you would go on plenty of dates with him.

“Goodnight Mikey,”

“Manjiro.” Your hand rests at the door, and you turn around to face him.

“Yeah?”

“Call me Manjiro, I like it better.”

You smile at this and nod his way. “Goodnight Manjiro.” It sounds so sweet when it comes out of your mouth, and when you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, he grabs your face and pulls you into a deep kiss.

He is such a passionate kisser, a little aggressive since he keeps nipping and biting at your bottom lip and gripping the back of your head—but you don’t mind. You are dizzy when he pulls away, and he finally unlocks the door for you with a grin on his face.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

Over the next month and a half, not once do you question your relationship with Mikey. It’s casual, you tell yourself. It has to be. Sure, you have shared a few passionate, and very intimate kisses but it was all casual and friendly. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

Mikey refuses to discuss whatever is going on between you two either, chooses to brush it to the side because as much as his brain was telling him this was going well, his heart was screaming at him not to get attached. Which was too late.

The conversations you both had, the kisses you shared—hell, you even understood the whole time leap thing and told him that when he first shook hands with you, he felt familiar. But what if Mikey fucks up again? What if he messes up like he did in the previous times, so badly to the point where even Takemichi couldn’t fix it? The thoughts in his head were getting louder and more suffocating by the minute, and he was afraid that he would do it again—push you away, or worse; lose you.

You notice that his text messages become shorter and less excited than when you both started talking, it confuses you at first—you brush off the idea of him losing interest in you because there was no way. You both got along so well, did he really get cold feet so suddenly?

It was even more frustrating to try to get him to talk about it—every time you would try to bring it up, he would shut down your attempt and give a lame excuse such as “oh, I’m just tired” or “I didn’t get enough sleep”. You were starting to get a little fed up.

You text Kazutora to come over, and you’re not even surprised when you hear a knock at your door not even twenty minutes later. He was always quick with these.

“What do you want this time, more money? My soul?” Kazutora says as he walks in, but the humorous mood he was trying to set immediately fades when he notices your distressed state.

“Wow, are you okay?” His eyebrows are pinched in concern and you shake your head.

“No, no—I think Mikey doesn’t like me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” This wasn’t what Kazutora heard from Mikey himself, and he realizes almost immediately that things weren’t being communicated properly between you two.

“He’s been acting distant and cold—and I think I fucked up, maybe I shouldn’t have kissed him the first time we hung out-“

“You kissed him the first time you hung out?” Your friend was impressed, but he winces when you smack his shoulder. “Shit sorry—hey listen, I’m very sure he likes you.”

“How can you be so sure? I really don’t know what he’s thinking and it’s killing me.” You are frustrated, and it’s very understandable. But Kazutora has to explain to you how Mikey was as a person.

“It’s Mikey, he’s incredibly scared of his feelings.” He sits you down on your couch and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “It’s always been like this. His feelings are intense, and he is scared that it might push people away which is why he’s had the same group of friends for years--so my theory is, he really likes you. But he is scared that you do not feel the same, or worse and impossible; don’t feel the same way.”

You aren’t surprised that your friend knows this much about Mikey, but you still find it endearing that he was willing to explain to you in detail how his friend dealt with his feelings. You find yourself nodding at his words before resting your head on the couch.

“How do I make him less scared though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I obviously like him back,” you stare at your friend. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. But how do I tell him? How do I let him know that I want him? I can’t have him question that, I need him to be convinced that I feel the same for him, that it doesn’t scare me.”

Kazutora smiles a little at your eagerness. You and Mikey were truly the perfect match. Confident, unwavering and strong with a pinch of gentleness and care for your loved ones. He pats your head affectionately.

“Don’t worry, I got the perfect plan.”

You should’ve known his plan would include some of Mikey’s closest friends. You are a blushing mess as you stand in the middle of Mitsuya’s office in an awkward position. The lavender head is staring you down so intensely, you can’t even hold eye contact with him.

“Yeah, lucky her I have one ready.” Have what? You look at Kazutora who only grins at you before shrugging his shoulders.

Mitsuya then comes out and is holding what appears to be a black outfit. He hands it to you and sits back down on his chair before nodding at you to open it. You do as you are told and unfold the piece of clothing in your hands—a dress? There was pretty writing in gold, it said TOMAN on the back and Mikey written in gold right above the heart area.

“Is this…?”

“Mhm, Mikey’s old uniform when we were back in Toman.” Mitsuya says before fixing his glasses. “I tried to experiment with it a couple of times, and this is the last thing I was able to make. It should fit you as an oversized shirt.”

You hold the piece of clothing in your hand and nod at him, before darting your eyes towards your friend.

“What do I do with this?”

“His race is tomorrow. You already have a VIP pass to the front row, right?” You nod in response. “Cool, wear that and stand there. I’m very sure he will be very excited.”

It sounded like a reckless plan—crazy, even. But you were down for it as long as Manjiro knew that you felt the same, and that you were willing to try again with him in this timeline. You were ready to be lovers, it’s what fate decided for you both. And although it doesn’t always work out, during the two months of having known Mikey, you’ve come to accept the fact that you were his and he was yours.

No matter the circumstances, you always found your way back in each other’s lives.

Mikey loved his job more than anything in the world. He loved the adrenaline that comes with it, the confidence boost that he gets from hearing people—fans, and mostly his friends and family cheer for him, was immeasurable. He was the center of attention, and such a competitive person that all eyes fell on him the moment he gets on his bike. Like a kid being handed candy, Mikey finds pure joy in holding trophies at the end of every race, and some might think he is cocky for saying this—but he knew that today’s victory was going to be his.

He is getting ready to get on his bike, a heavy helmet in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He knows his manager is saying something, but he can’t really get himself to care enough to listen, mind thinking of far more important things.

He wonders how you are doing, after all it’s been a while since he last saw you and it makes him internally cringe. Avoidance was one of his worst traits, coming second to pushing people away from him. He doesn’t know what he should do about the whole situation, he is far too deep in it to be able to get out without you getting mad at him or worse—choosing not to be with him. But Manjiro is ready for whatever is thrown his way, he will fight back and try to win you ever. Even if his own fears can easily get the best of him at the worst of times.

The race starts, and Manjiro doesn’t stare at the crowd cheering for him. He knows it’s the usual—His siblings, grandpa and all of his friends cheering the name “Mikey!” over and over again. It wasn’t until the race ends and Mikey wins the first place that he decides to take off his helmet and flash the crowd his usual, toothy grin. It’s contagious, and he notices how his friends keep pointing down for him to notice something in the crowd—or rather, someone.

There you were, standing so close to him yet so far away—how did he not notice you from the very beginning? You looked adorable, and you were wearing something that looked way too familiar. The closer he got to you, the sooner he was able to confirm that it was his old Toman uniform. And you were wearing it as an oversized shirt, with what he hoped were shorts underneath.

He doesn’t miss the way his siblings and friends were snickering to themselves at his speechless state, but he chooses that he will throw a tantrum over that later. He has more important things to focus on—such as asking you what you were doing here, how did you get that? Does it mean that you weren’t mad at him?

Mikey knew he should be careful with the paparazzi, after all they were the type to make a huge deal out of anything—but he has never had any dating rumor. In fact, he would always shut down the idea and say that dating wasn’t for him. But now that you were standing in the crowd, looking especially adorable in his old uniform, he couldn’t really decide whether to protect you from the nasty fans or to hold you in his arms and show the public that his heart belonged to one person only.

He decides to be careful for the sake of your safety—flashes you a confident smile that has your face changing into a bright red color before giving him a curt nod which he returns. You could hear Kazutora and Baji fake gagging in the back at the sight of you two communicating silently, but you didn’t care anymore. Not when Mikey’s eyes spoke louder than any cheering you heard today.

You are patiently waiting for him next to his changing room, it’s where Emma told you to go. You appreciated that neither she, Izana nor Shinichiro teased you about being romantically involved with their brother. Though you did notice the smile that painted the older brother’s face at your nervousness, so he decides to speak up.

“I’m glad you found each other again.” So that’s what Mikey meant when he said that his brother was a time leaper too. Shinichiro knew about you two, but he trusted Takemichi to do the job of telling Manjiro about you.

You fiddle with your thumbs, leaning against the wall. You don’t have time to get lost in your thoughts before you see Mikey storming down the hallway and towards you, ridding himself of his jacket and all the equipment that was strapped onto him as a form of protection.

“Sir—“ His manager tries to get his attention, but Mikey raises a single hand to dismiss his efforts.

“Whatever it is, cancel it or tell them to wait. I have far more important things to do.” You flush at his words, and you’re about to say something yourself when Manjiro grabs your hand and opens the door to his changing room. He turns out and looks at his manager once again.

“No one’s allowed near my room for a while, okay?” His manager raises a questioning eyebrow.

“But sir, why-“

“It doesn’t take a genius to know why.” Mikey almost gives the man a deadpan look, and the manager seems to understand almost immediately and flushes before bowing his head and walking away in a hurry.

You are amused at how eager Mikey is about the whole situation, but you can’t deny that you feel nervous about being alone with him in his changing room. It’s fancy and private, exactly what you imagine Mikey to have since it’s not any different from his house.

Once the door is closed and locked, Mikey turns around to face you and he lets out a fascinated “wow”, eyes darting over the newest version of his old uniform.

“You like it?” Your voice is shy, and you feel small under his gaze as he takes a step closer to you. His hand reaches to grab the hem of your shirt and you see how his thumb grazes over the fabric. His eyes travel all the way up to your face before letting out a hum.

“Ask me again if I like it,” Manjiro’s voice is barely above a whisper, you feel his other hand grab your jaw.

“Do you like it?” You can’t finish the sentence properly before he’s yanking you towards him by your shirt, the hand that was holding the hem of your shirt resting on the small of your back. His nose brushes against yours, and his eyes dart over your face in search for any sign of hesitance or wanting him to pull away.

Instead, you’re a blushing mess. But there’s a proud grin on your face, and you’re biting your bottom lip in hopes of controlling it—Mikey thinks you look too pretty up close.

“I love it, a lot.” He brushes his lips against yours, pulls back when he feels you trying to kiss him properly and when you whine, he lets out a small chuckle.

“What? You wanna kiss me?” You don’t give him a verbal response, but you catch him off guard and capture his lips in a deep kiss. You can tell he is taken aback, but the hand that was resting on your back rests on your face and you almost feel yourself melting from him holding your face with both hands. The kiss is passionate and deep, and you feel yourself being backed up against the wall. You gasp when you feel him pin you there, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands move down from your face to grip your hips, and when he pulls away, you’re a panting mess.

He rests his forehead against yours, taking in how your face is flushed and your eyes have a thin layer of lust coating them. He hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before biting the skin there.

“I need to hear it.” And somehow, you don’t even have to ask him to know what he means.

“I’m yours, I wanna be yours.” He bites at your jaw, then asks you to say it again.

“Yours-“

“Fuck yeah, mine.” He gently nips at your neck, and you can’t think properly to tell him not to leave any love bites there. Again, you are reminded by how strong he is when he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist, walking towards the couch. He lays you down there, and when you see him get down on his knees, you start panicking.

“Manjiro, you don’t have to-“ he grabs your hand and places it on his crotch, and your lips part in shock when you feel the bulge in his pants. Already? Just from making out? Your face was burning enough.

“Feel that? Yeah, I have to.” You let him take off your shoes for you, and let out a surprised squeal when he rids you of your shorts and panties in one go. You hear him groan at the sight, shamelessly spreading your legs wider for him before pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh.

“Can smell you from here, sweet thing.” His voice is raspy, and you only nod in response while licking your lips. Your hands grab at the hem of your shirt and you’re ready to pull it over your head before Mikey stops you.

“Keep it. Wanna fuck you in it.” You feel dizzy at his words. You’ve always known that Mikey was confident but this was a whole new person, not that you were complaining.

Manjiro presses a few loving kisses on your inner thighs before getting to your pussy where he stares at it for a few moments. You don’t have to feel self-conscious, he doesn’t let you as he presses his nose against the patch of pubes sitting right above where you wanted him the most. He parts your pussy lips with his fingers, and swipes his tongue over your folds, smiling when you give that adorable gasp over the initial contact. His thumb pulls the hood of your clit, before pressing his tongue against it. And when he sees the way you squirm and try to move away, he knows he’s doing a good job. His tongue assaults your clit over and over again—kissing, sucking and humming against the sensitive bud as his middle and ring finger push past your folds. You are far too gone to react properly to the intrusion, sitting up with a flushed face and uncontrollable moans leaving your lips.

Your stomach twitches and relaxes a couple of times, and Mikey can tell you are trying not to cum fast. So he curls his fingers up, grazing that one spot that has you covering your mouth and throwing your head back. He keeps finger fucking you at the same angle and pace, grinning to himself when your breathing stutters and you cum around his fingers, gushing so sweetly with the prettiest moans leaving your lips.

Mikey is back on his feet almost immediately, the fucked out look on your face making him groan to himself as he pulls his pants down enough to free his cock from its confines. It’s pretty, has a slight curve to it and the tip is flushed red. Your mouth waters at the sight, hands squeezing your boobs while staring up at him, begging him to put it in your mouth.

“Not today, baby,” he reaches for a random drawer next to him and pulls out a condom. You don’t have to question him before he’s wrapping it around his cock. “Today is all about you.”

It was pretty ironic considering the pathetic moan he lots out the moment he pushes himself inside you. Your pussy welcomes him with so much ease, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer to you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss when he starts to move his hips against yours.

“Oh fuck baby, you feel good.” Manjiro says against your lips and you can only moan in response, the angle at which he is fucking you knocking the wind out of your chest. You are already feeling dizzy enough from the sheer force of his thrusts, but when you pull your legs up on his shoulders, Mikey gives you a look that could only mean trouble.

You gasp in surprise when he lifts up your hips, pushing your upper body deeper into the couch and he starts fucking you hard. His hips are driving into yours so harshly that you feel the couch move with every movement and the sounds—fuck, you just hope that the room is soundproof because the cries you are letting out along with Mikey’s occasional groans of “fuck yeah” “that’s it, take it.” Are straight up pornographic.

Your hands try to cling onto his shoulders, but settle on his muscular arms. You feel the muscle flex under your fingers, and you feel a little embarrassed that feeling his strength was what tipped you over the edge. You cum around him with a loud yelp, body stuttering and shuddering against his. You try to cling onto him for support, throwing your head back when you feel him press his thumb against your clit. You whine in overstimulation.

“I can’t—fuck, I can’t!”

“Oh yes you can, come on baby, make me proud.” Your eyes roll to the back of his head at the overwhelming sensation of his cock bullying its way inside along with his thumb over your clit. You think it’s humanly impossible to cum again in such a short amount of time, but you do it. Mikey pulls it out of you and this time, he collapses on top of you as you both reach your orgasms at the same time.

You think it’s magical, your fingers resting at the back of his head to brush the few hairs there. You feel him pant against your skin and hum, pressing a few kisses there.

“Need to clean you up,” you giggle at how sleepy he sounds but nod anyway.

“Yes, you do.”

“Can I just do it with my mouth?” You gasp in terror, trying to push his heavy body off of you.

“No! I’m too sensitive.” You feel him pout against your skin, but he gets off of you and traces his hands over your lower body.

“I like you like this, you’re so pretty.” Mikey reaches his hand up and pinches one of your nipples, making you gasp and smack his hand.

“Manjiro, keep your hands to yourself.” You see his eye twitch at your comment, and suddenly he flips you on all fours and smacks your ass harshly.

“Face down, I need to taste you again.”

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Heather | Reader x Todoroki Shouto ( x Yaoyorozu Momo)

- Part 2

Sonfic: Heavily based on Heather by Conan Gray

TW: Unrequited love ( one-sided YaoMomo x Todoroki) Angst; Hurt/ no comfort

Warning: No beta, this chapter was written in a heat of the moment after two and a half years of radio silence.

Cross-posted on Ao3

Part 1:

It was after one of many excruciating training lessons that All Might always put the class through.

Her clothes were drenched in sweat and sticking to her body like leeches. At this moment, Momo would have loved nothing more than to groan in exhaustion and let her body collapse onto the sports mattress that seemed like a comfortable place to fall asleep on. But her parents raised her to be a refined woman. And as someone whom her parents could be proud of, she held her groan back, and made her way to the doors of the gym.

But before the girl had left, something caught her eye.

Or rather, someone.

And this someone is so oblivious to the fact that he held her heart in his hands, that he did not even notice that he was about to crush it in pieces.

The hero course that was heading to the changing rooms was unaware of the scene that was about to happen, however, nothing could escape her, not when it was about Todoroki Shouto.

And standing in front of him was you.

Apparently, you got hurt while you exchanged blows and kicks with your training partner.

Your legs and feet were painted red, but they seemed to be in a better condition than your hands. Not only were your hands dripping with blood, but they were sprained if not broken by the relentless attacks that you had blocked in this session.

“Bakugo could have at least asked you if you were alright before he left”, Todoroki scolded with furrowed brows while he was scrutinizing your hands.

“He did! I waved him off because I am alright.”, you clarified, “Don’t worry about me, this is nothing that Recovery Girl could not fix.”

Blue and gray eyes looked at you in concern. “That does not look alright to me. But it is true that Recovery Girl will be able to heal you”, he muttered, “At least, let me come with you to the infirmary. I do not feel comfortable with you going alone while you are hurt.”

Panicked, you tried to fend him off, sputtering that you didn’t want to be a bother and that the infirmary was not far away. But Todoroki was hell-bent on accompanying you to Recovery Girl.

“Nonsense, you could never be a bother in my eyes.”

The sentence struck not only you, but Momo as well. As if cold water was dumped onto her, she felt a shiver wrecking through her body.

You could never be a bother in his eyes, huh?

It shouldn’t have surprised her, not when his feelings for you were so obvious that even a blind person could see what was going on between Todoroki and you. But it confirmed her greatest fears.

He was in love with you.

In you, and not her.

It would never be her. Not when you were such an angel.

It was you, the one who always offered a shoulder to cry on.

It was you, the one who offered an ear to listen to.

It was you, the one who was there for everyone, even though nobody was there for you.

But that might not be true anymore. Scratch that, there might have been a time when no one gave you even an ounce of their attention. But those days were over, they were over when you became a part of class 1A.

Those lonely days were over when you became a part of Todoroki’s life.

And not only did you become a part of his life, but also a part of his heart as well.

As if the universe enjoyed Momo’s suffering, they let her watch how Todorki treated your wounds with such gentleness that even a feather could not handle a candle to him.

Wrapping your hands into bandages that had been stored away in his utility belt to stop the bleeding, he then held your hands in his right in order to relieve you from the pain with the help of his cooling quirk.

Her heart clenched oh so painfully at the sight of you two being in your own world that she could not stop the tears that were pooling at the corners of her eyes.

Her pale face was contorted in agony, every muscle in her body tensing as she tried to keep her labored breaths silent.

Crisis, Momo wished that she was holding hands with her crush instead of you.

Oh, how she wished that she filled Todoroki’s heart with love.

And for a split second, she could not help but wish that you were dead.

The thought was gone as fast as it came to her mind, but the damage was done.

A sharp intake of breath was enough to pull her classmates back to reality. Startled, you and Todorki turned around when their gaze fell on the broken-hearted girl. Like a deer in the headlights, she could not move as four eyes widened in concern at the sight of her.

“Yaoyorozu, are you alright?”, Todoroki beat you to it, but that only brought more pain upon the raven-haired girl.

Don’t look at me. Don’t look at me like you care about me. Please, I beg you, don’t make me fall in love with you even more when you are in love with someone else.

Her voice was trembling while she tried to formulate a coherent sentence: “I…- I..-”.

An ugly sob cut off her words as a new wave of pain crashed over her, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably.

I can’t take this!

Before any of them could make a move towards her, the hero-in-training named Creati dashed through the gym doors and left everything behind, not caring about the fact that she was still in her hero attire and that her things were still stored away in the locker of the changing room.

She didn’t care about anything anymore. Not when the pain, the unrelenting, searing pain of unrequited love was all that mattered right now and what made every second feel like an eternity in hell. She did not stop running. She did not stop until the doors of the elevator to the dorms were closing behind her. Only after then, she gave her body a pause to take a breath of air that only seemed to suffocate her even more.

“Make it stop… Please… Someone… make it stop…”

Her voice broke, the plea hanging in the air, unanswered. The girl tried to block out the world, tried to escape to a place where the pain did not exist. But there was no escape. It was everywhere, in every nerve, every bone, every thought. Her love for Todoroki filled her to the brim of existence, and this love was the sole reason for her suffering.

A feeling that should have filled her with happiness was filling her with merciless agony instead.

If this what love feels like, then I don’t want it!

The doors of the elevator opened, and for once, Momo was in luck. Nobody was currently at the dorms, probably busy with eating lunch at the cafeteria at this hour. Hastily, she made her way to her room, only there was she able to let everything out. As she stepped into her room, Momo mustered her last ounce of strength to lock the door behind her.

And then it hit her will full force.

Tears were cascading down her face as her breathing became shallow again, uneven, and each breath seemed to cost her more than the last. Tremors of pain were wrecking through her body. The trembling legs were unable to keep her standing any longer, making her fall on the knees. She winced, but nothing was more painful than heartbreak.

Her blotched face was twisted as a sharp pain shot through her chest again. One hand instinctively clutched at the place where her heart laid underneath, her fingers dug into her flesh, leaving deep red marks, but Yaomomo was past the point where she cared about the damage.

The other hand was gripping the fabric of her hero costume, as if trying to anchor herself against the onslaught. Her body curled inward, muscles tensing as the pain intensified, spreading like fire through her chest, making it hard to draw even the smallest breath.

She could not stop the sorrow from overwhelming her. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to ride out the pain, her breath coming in ragged, broken sobs.

How could she even think about you in that way?! How dare she wish that you were dead?!

Momo was disgusted by herself. She was a hero-in-training! She would never wish death upon someone!

But she just did. And she hated it.

Bile made its way into the esophagus, but the student was able to hold it back before it escaped her month.

At this moment, the hero-in-training could not help but feel hatred towards you.

She hated you, she hated that you made her feel this way, that you are occupying her mind. She hated you that you made her think for a split second that you were better off dead.

And she hated you for not even intentionally making her wish that you were dead.

If you were hurting her on purpose, she would not feel bad for resenting you. If you were a bad person, it would be so easy to hate you

But you did not hurt her intentionally, crisis, you were not even aware of her feelings for Todoroki. And above all that, you were too kind to be resented.

You were such an angel, and that sickened her to the point that she had wished that you were dead.

The last bit of strength left Momo lying on the ground while she was spiraling into the void of everything and nothingness. She felt numb, she could not differentiate between hot and cold that clashed against each other in her bloodstreams. Everything was too loud and yet silent.

Amidst the turmoil of emotions, Momo could not comprehend that even though she was a hero-in-training, she was also just a fifteen-year-old girl.

A fifteen-year-old girl that was head over heels for someone who cannot return her feelings.

She was just a teenager whose heart got broken.

It would take a while until she realized that she didn’t actually wish for you to be dead.

She just wished she were you.

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I actually wrote a completely different version of chapter two that has been collecting dust for two years now. However, on August 27, 2024, I decided to write this, which was not planned as well.

I actually wanted to write down my “Tokyo Revengers brain rot” that has been bugging me for days, however, this will take a lot longer than this fanfiction. And it will probably not see the light of the day because university is kicking my two peaches.

Whelp, see you in the next chapter (whenever that may be)

This chapter was written in a heat of the moment, so if you got tired of the "she" pronouns, I am sorry D:. I might edit it in the future, but right now you deserve to have a part two after two and a half years. :'D. And I am sorry for the poor formatting, I do not know how that works.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki

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peculiarinsomniac · 2 months

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Are your lessons done yet?

#GenshinXDuolingo #genshin impact #lumine #aether #duolingo

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peculiarinsomniac · 2 months

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Dang it, I opened the tumblr app after a long time and I did not expect that bnha/mha ended?!?! Like whut, when did that happen? x.x . I am going back to my spoilerfree, social-media-free life.

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The other side of the bond - part 1

Pairings: Todoroki x femReader

Genre: ~Soulmate AU – As soon as a child’s Quirk awakens, so does the Soulmate Bond, which consists in feeling their Soulmate’s emotion. When both Soulmates meet each other for the first time, a red thread connecting each other will briefly show only to themselves before vanishing.

~ Angst (with happy ending)

~ Hurt / Comfort

Summary: As far as you could remember, your Soulmate Bond only brought you crushing, relentless pain. And the day you finally discovered your destined partner at the other end of the red thread, it didn’t bring you the respite you were hoping for….

Warnings: ~ Though there would be nothing graphic concerning the pain Reader-chan endures, there would still be mentions of physical and mental suffering.

~ Brief mention of suicide, though again, nothing explicit (and no one gets to commit it)

Word count: 4786 words.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bnha nor the story’s characters, just sharing my love for this series and the characters.

However, my writing belongs to me, so DO NOT repost, steal or translate any of my work.

A/N note: I wanted to try my hand at an angsty story… Hope I got Todoroki’s character well!

Also, this would be a 2 part story.

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Pain. Unrelenting, harsh, merciless. Day after day, after day, after day.

Pain. Like a chronic illness without a cure, a curse without a salvation kiss. Something you never had a say or a choice on it right from the beginning, decided behind your back, uncaring for the consequences.

Pain. The shape of the Soulmate Bond you were gifted with at five years-old, linking you to your fated life partner.

Their pain, contaminating your body, harassing your mind, withering your soul.

Your Soulmate Bond was a sickness you couldn’t get rid of.

And pain killers didn’t work – because it wasn’t your pain, though it was forced through your body, despite feeling the ache in your muscles, the burning of your skin, the breaking of your bones, exhaustion and nausea as if your owns.

You couldn’t count the too many times those dreaded symptoms hit you, always unexpected, always violent. Taking over your small, weaker body while playing with friends, or cutting short your sentence in the middle of class, or kicking in the middle of a meal with your family, never mind birthdays nor special events. And all the many, many other occurrences erupting every little mundane moments of your life that could have been peaceful, fun, joyful, meaningful.

You’d always end up curled in a tensed, desperate, tortured ball, crying, bawling, hurt beyond words, sick and terrified from the pain. Their pain. Never yours.

You learned from early on that this pain would be your unwanted familiar, rubbing its ugly, nasty little head against your calves, and tearing raw bits of you in sudden, feral fits. Day, after day, after day, after day. Until your death.

Soulmate Bonds were unbreakable.

Your childhood felt like being trapped in the imaginary no man’s land under the bed haunted with bogeyman, wicked witches and nightmares.

You never knew what to expect of your day. Would your skin boil and burn again ? You still remembered too vividly of the seething, unbearable, traumatizing feeling of your face being burned alive, gripping your left side and screaming, screaming, both terrified with the pain and your very own voice that agony distorted, making it unrecognizable.

Or maybe that sickly, unbearable cold would come back and paralyze your right arm, the right side of your body? And your ankle… oh how you inwardly begged and prayed that you didn’t have to endure another bone breaking… Not to mention the hits. You didn’t wish to end up puking all over your school desk again.

Your nights didn’t bring you a respite either. You slept with the nervousness, the wariness of a small animal being hunted.

Sometimes, you wondered what kind of person on the other side of your Bond could possibly generate so much vicious pain. The idea that someone or something was inflicting it to them actually frightened you. You were young, but you had already heard of abused children, even read stories and tales about them. Though you would empathize with their sufferings, you didn’t wish for a fated someone in trouble, nor living in a violent household. You weren’t a Hero, never aspired to be one.

You wished you were born Bondless.

You wished the person on the other side of the Bond would never search for you, never think about you.

So you started to avoid anything that could possibly bring you pain. Both to prevent the dreaded fated someone to notice you, but also, to not add anymore sufferings to your daily pains.

It was the only, desperate remedy you were able to come up with.

Your teenage years came by and changes followed in tow.

Unfortunate changes.

The pain – their pain - kept increasing. Time between each “crisis” was shortening.

Your school life, your studies, were directly impacted : you barely managed to make it through middle school. You spent more time at the infirmary than seating at your desk or socializing with your classmates. In a way, things were better like this. Girls were starting to fuss and dream out loud about their Soulmates, the shape of their Bonds, and how they would meet their fated someone. You dreaded those topics almost as much as what kind of pain was to be expected for the day to come.

You had vowed to never, ever go find them. To you, what was awaiting on the other of the Bond was only to be feared, only instigated you to run and hide. There was nothing good to be expected from it.

Funny enough, though, those hard times were a bit balanced with some unexpected respite. No, not from the other side of the Bond, where pain continued to flow, indifferent, vicious as ever.

But…

You spent your high school days at home. Your parents, having witnessed your sufferings from such an early age to a pain without a cure, decided to have you homeschooled. Enough was enough, you were already enduring so much. They too, suffered together with you, heartbroken at their helplessness to soothe down your miseries.

You appreciated being finally able to take things at your own pace, or rather, at your pain’s pace. Time was still far from being fully yours but at least, you had space and freedom to endure every crisis. And it gave you enough strength to keep going on in between.

You found out tiny ways to help distracting you a bit from the pain. Calligraphy was your favorite. Western cursives or disciplined kanjis, tracing words on paper slipped you into a trance, a state of focus and peace akin to chanted sutras. The brush’s firm wooden handle in your hand, the smell of the paper, the fresh glistening of ink, the scratch of the feather pen, all those sensations grounded you, anchored you throughout the pain.

You also didn’t need to interact with other teens. Ever since your Soulmate Bond had manifested, socializing became a challenge then a burden. Nobody could understand the struggles, the hardships and emotional turmoil you were going into. And you weren’t willing either to open up about it, less to gush about romanticized soulmates. Tired, wary and deluded, those were your usual feelings towards people.

Being on your own was a good thing. You were alone albeit not lonely. You had supportive and loving parents. Affectionate pets. And a safe place.

You didn’t need friends. And you surely didn’t need a fated partner.

You almost forgot your Soulmate Bond would always have a say, would always get its way. That was an unwritten rule although very well-known.

Soulmates were bound to meet.

March, the 9th, at five thirty-seven pm, in-between train platform number seven and a wagon awaiting to fill.

Day, time and place of your fateful, unwanted encounter.

Being homeschooled had only one disadvantage: you still had to pass your exams in a dedicated center.

You were a bit worried concerning unexpected fits of pain breaking havoc in the middle of your tests, however, you believed the risk was also worth the benefits of your homeschooling.

Now a third year, you were almost seeing the finishing line of your high school years with relief.

The wagon in which you stood was filling up with hurrying latecoming passengers. Today had been your last exam of your school life and you were quietly celebrating the fact it all went smoothly, without any noticeable pain. A token of good luck, maybe…? You smiled, thinking about the bright colored inks you were planning to reward your studying efforts with, the strawberry shortcake your mother had promised to buy you from your favorite bakery, your lovely cat’s cuddles that had helped you through so many emotional breaking from pain.

Without warning, a sudden, unfamiliar sensation twitched your pinky finger.

A tug. Commanding, compelling.

Forward. Right ahead.

Your smile froze.

No.

A red line stretching outside the wagon, diving into the mess of walking away passengers on the platform. Your eyes widened.

No, no, no.

You instinctively tucked your arm away, trying to conceal your hand, fighting against the building up, stubborn pressure.

Please, please, no.

Desperate fingers attempted to untie the now visible crimson string attached to your fifth, little digit. Heart wildly racing at a hummingbird’s pace, blood pulsating against your temples, beginning of a headache forming.

Another tug, firmer, yanked your pinky finger away from your grasp, stretching out your hand, body like a helpless string puppet.

It felt like defying gravity, a useless battle.

Just like the pain, you couldn’t control the Bond, couldn’t control the Soulmate Call now that what was on the other side of it was at your reluctant reach.

The platform cleared out. You prayed, begged, screamed inwardly for the train’s doors to shut down, to take you away from the view of the last person on Earth you wished to be with.

So they did. But only after a fleeting moment, time enough to show you the other side of your Bond. Time enough to show him who was tugging at his red string as well.

White hair. Red hair. Scar. Mismatched eyes. Dark blue Hero suit.

You didn’t bother to look further. You didn’t want to see his expression.

Dread dried your throat before pooling down in your stomach in a cold, queasy puddle. You fought again against the loathed stretch of your Bond, wildly, desperately, like a trapped animal.

The shrieking ring note signaling the closing of the wagon’s doors didn’t stop your struggling. It wasn’t until you realized the rambling, jagged swaying of the train under your feet, the moving scenery outside the bay window, the concerned voices of fellow passengers, that you finally came back to your senses. Cold, clammy sweat was sticking your winter clothes to your back, your armpits, under your coat. Someone had made you sit down on an emptied seat.

The vicious pressure around your pinky finger was gone. You puffed out a trembling breath, glancing down at it. The red string was gone – no, it had only turned invisible again.

Until the next encounter.

You shivered, feeling sick.

However, you managed to thank the helping passengers, assuring them you were fine, blaming it on blood pressure and exams’ stress.

You held it long enough to exit a few stations later, promising to go buy some sugary snack.

You didn’t wait for the next train though. Your feet hurried through the crowd, up the stairs, out of the station, propelled forward by the threat of “what if he came after me”.

For a second, you stood on the sidewalk, stunned, dumbfounded, blind and deaf to the world around you. Then you moved again, shops, buildings, streets, all shapes with no labels, no destination, but determined to not be found, reasoning as if being stuck inside a nightmare, hunted down.

As you paced the pavement, a second wave of realization hit you hard. The aftermath of shock took you over. And the paralyzed cogs in your brains started to unwind.

At least, now, you had a valid explanation for your sufferings.

Now, you were able to look back on every damned, wicked pains that devoured away your childhood, your teenage years, your mind, your hopes, your future, you could point at each of these moments and name a culprit.

All those years, you had been at the receiving end of Shoto Todoroki’s pain.

And it did not feel like an honor, nor a thrill, nor the premises of a romantic love story, at all.

It was a curse. And there was no escape.

You choked out a whimper. Throat tightening under a rush of sobs. You face scrunched up, both desperate to hold back and tense around a single, wild scream.

Your emotions clawed to set free.

Horror.

You knew about Shoto’s tragic family background and years of training abuses by his father, ever since Dabi’s video confession two years ago during the Last War. The revelation had been a shock, however, you had brushed past it. You had no interest in public scandals, nor in Heroes or Villains. Life was already hard enough to deal with. Pain had numbed your sense of empathy.

And now…

To think you were linked to him. To think you had been experimenting all of his torments, his pain overwriting yours… To think it would never, ever cease, no, not with him being a “promising, rising Hero, fully committed to the job and with a hard-working spirit”, as journalists had stated and praised Shoto Todoroki to be. Skilled, good-hearted albeit his lack of social cues, and handsome.

You couldn’t care less.

There was nothing to be awed for, nothing to romanticize.

You were horrified. Because Heroes would always keep on getting hurt, getting wounds, endure pain. And so would you. For there would be no way for upcoming pro Hero Shoto to give up on his career – even if he realized or were told about the shape of your Bond.

Anger.

This was unfair. Unfair, unfair, unfair.

You wanted to bare your teeth and snarl, rip the invisible crimson knot, rip your pinky finger together with it.

You were enraged at Shoto, blaming and cursing him for the pain that he had been inflicting to you.

Were you not blinded by your bitter resentfulness, you would have reasoned your pain issued from Shoto’s own painful experiences with being abused by his father, that the true culprit had been Endeavour, not his son. You would have realized you had been both victims.

However…

It was also Shoto’s Hero training and missions that had been making you suffer those last few years. It had been his battle against his brother, during Last War, that had nearly broken to death your agonizing body, in the small infirmary of your shelter.

It was his fault.

He had been trained to endure pain, not you.

And now that he was going to graduate and turn pro Hero, you saw a lifetime of never ending sufferings slowly unfold before you – while he would remain unaffected by your insignificant pain and continue pouring out his onto you, all in blissful ignorance.

He would never give up his goal.

An overbearing sense of doom came crashing over you, crushing every little seeds of hope, small happiness, respite, you had worked so hard to nurture throughout those incredibly painful, enduring years.

All of it, useless.

Your own life, useless. Burned out too soon with the pain.

Streets, people, shops. All shapes and silhouettes you brushed with.

A bridge. The sound of running water.

You came to a halt.

Turning your head, you gazed at the river. Chirping and lively, enticing little waves like friendly winks. For a moment, the beckoning filled your emptied self. You landed a hand on the railing, dropping the other over the thick fabric of your tote bag.

“Until death”, that was how Soulmate Bonds were supposed to work.

During all this time, the cure to the curse had been here. Plain and obvious. Simple and efficient.

To end it, just end everything.

Nobody would notice. A tiny, curled life like yours.

He would not notice. You couldn’t even remember what your own pain felt like.

The water was a lullaby, a promise of a “one last time, it’s going to hurt one last time before finally being at peace”.

No more pain. No more loathed Bond.

But no more feeling anything anymore as well.

The little thought twitched and flickered, brief and unexpected. A small messenger of all things and emotions you had been robbed of, interrupted from, since the Bond had manifested. There were so many things you couldn’t do, couldn’t experiment, fully, properly, and you were missing them, calling for them, craving for them, suddenly, with such a ferocity that you tore away from the railing and the water with a loud cry, and a resolution.

You would not let the pain on the other side of the Bond break you anymore. You life was curled up and small, frail and vulnerable, but it was yours and yours alone. It wasn’t entitled to a Soulmate, nor to your Bond’s whims. Yes, Shoto’s pain would continue to overflow and wreck you, unfair, but you were going to fight it, you would not let it overwrite your existence anymore.

You turned your heels and crossed the bridge. Feeling exhausted but at peace. Another fleeting thought whispering to your ear, to your heart…

… maybe he would die first.

For Hero work could make life even more unpredictable to them, right…?

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Pain.

That was how life had been taught to Shoto Todoroki since his early childhood.

Going through pain. Dodging it. Foreshadowing it. Enduring it. Crying from it. Toughening with it. Wishing to inflict it. Longing to erase it. Craving to be held through it.

Pain taught him how to survive and look at his family. Pain translated into one word the countless arguments between his parents, the begging of his mother and the beating marks on her, the bellows and raging fits of his father, the curled up silhouettes of his older brother and sister hiding behind some furniture, trying to cover the screaming from their ears, his older brother’s tragic choices.

And pain broke his heart and spirit when his own mother lost her mind and hurt him, rejected him.

Pain ruled over Shoto’s life, coming even before his father’s toxic, obsessive ambition.

Growing up as Endeavour’s heir and having his Quirks being beaten up on him on daily, intensive, merciless and cruel training sessions, he never really had time nor interest to spoil on his Soulmate Bond.

For a while, he even believed he didn’t have one, for no specific, outside emotions seemed to reach for him. It didn’t matter though. The idea of being Bondless was perfectly fine with him.

And who would have blamed him for such insensibility? With the perfect example of Soulmates couple his own parents were giving to him? For as unbelievable as it sounded, they were bonded. The arranged marriage had turned out to be between fated partners.

But what an irony! Made for each other and yet, unhappy in the most toxic, insane, horrible and destructive of relationships.

Pain had taught Shoto another life lesson.

Being Soulmates would not guarantee love and happiness as a given.

That was enough to stop him dwelling on the subject.

Shoto might have had a few musings about his own Bond, what was on the other side of it, just like every other kids. But his curiosity was sparse and never encouraged. It quickly run dry and eventually died, along with his hopes and expectations. His parents’ nightmarish relationship was a constant reminder of a possible painful outcome in regards of his own fated partner.

Shoto didn’t want to become Endeavor’s replica. However, there was this irrational, obsessive fear he was harboring some kind of “predisposition” – like an inherited curse or sickness - that would poison and doom his own relationship with his Soulmate.

And so, Shoto settled for ignoring it. The Bond. What was on the other side of it.

Soon, it was as if it never existed. It was easy to convince himself, easy to let his pain take over, easy to live his life without giving a care about it. He could perfectly live a life without a Soulmate.

But then, the Hero Course started.

And Shoto was forced into facing unpleasant yet necessary challenges, changes, matters, he had been intent in bottling up, running away from. Himself. His emotions. His relationship with his father. His fucked up family tragedy. Learning to rely and trust on others. Being trusted and relied upon too.

Now in the end of his third year at UA, Shoto had built up self-esteem, a strong network of trusted friends and teammates, and taken meaningful steps further towards his goal as a Hero, as the man he was aspiring to become. He was working on his emotions as well, and getting closer to his siblings and mother.

But he wouldn’t change his mind concerning his Bond.

He believed there was something wrong in that already established bonding without a say, something forced in those fated partners but without a consent, that brought him back to the painful days of his childhood and his own family tragedy.

And deep down inside, Shoto was still dreading to bring havoc to his Soulmate’s life. He believed he wasn’t made for a relationship, it would never ever work.

So he took another decision.

He would not impose himself to his fated partner. He would not seek for them either. Each of them, free to live, on each side of the Bond.

Shoto didn’t mind it.

He had friends, support, a family, a goal to fulfill, finally some respite, plenty of space to keep on growing up.

He didn’t need anything else. He felt at peace, ready for enjoying what pain had taken away from him.

Until that unexpected meeting, in March, the 9th, at five thirty-seven pm, in-between train platform number seven and a train awaiting to fill.

Patrols on subway were a bit of a hassle, if Shoto were to be honest. It cumulated the worst factors in terms of safety such as crowds, cramped spaces, labyrinth of tunnels, and commuters in a foul mood.

But luckily for him, that day, he was on duty on an elevated railroad line. Apparently, fresh air and visible sky did wonders to ease a bit of the usual public transportation tensions.

This time, he was paired with Kirishima and quite enjoying this team up arrangement, for the red head’s lively energy, hard-working spirit and easy-going personality were qualities he truly appreciated.

While scanning the surroundings and keeping focused on his task, a small thought played on the back of his mind. Soon, he would be graduating, and this patrolling, ensuring people’s safety, would become his full-time job. There would be no more grades, nor tests, nor scolding and guidance from Aizawa-sensei, nor UA safety net. But somehow, Shoto didn’t feel anxious.

He couldn’t wait for it all to start, couldn’t wait for his pro life to begin. He was even feeling the tug forward so clearly, it was as if someone had wrapped a hand around his left pinky and pulling him in tow.

Pulling him.

For real.

A commanding, compelling tug.

Shoto stopped right on his tracks. His usually neutral expression scrunched, eyes and senses on alert.

He immediately reviewed all potential calamities that could be matched with those unusual symptoms : lists of Villains on-the-run, a possible Quirk leak from a nearby commuter... He brought his left hand to his ear, to activate his microphone and inform Kirishima, who was currently on the other side of the platform.

And then, he noticed it.

Red knot around his fifth digit, red string quietly undulating under invisible breeze. However, as soon as it got his bemused attention, the grip tightened, thread stretching to a tensed line, a bullet’s trail piercing through the crowd, the platform, shooting right into an awaiting wagon, before reaching the end of the line… Another red knot, hooked around another pinky finger.

For a few seconds, Shoto felt at a loss. For words, for a move, for a thought, for a breath, for a heartbeat. He felt like a shore bared by a brutal, unexpected tide. All his senses deserting him with that retreating wave but for one, though, his eyes, widened, locked and entranced.

The shriek of a ring note.

The smooth sliding of closing doors.

An empty platform.

Shoto blinked, wide eyes still staring at the same now vacant spot where his Bond had ended. His pinky slightly twitched, tiny aftermath jolts as leftover tokens of the now invisible red knot and string.

And then the receding tide rose and crashed into him in full force. He choked on a gasp.

His Bond had another side. He had a Soulmate.

But…

The sight of the mute panic and despair washing all over your features. Your body, tensing and backing off, struggling, fighting the pull of your shared Bond, fighting to reject the connection, to tear yourself free, wildly, desperately, yet failing miserably.

Every inch of you rejecting him.

Shoto felt his shoulders slump, following the sharp exhale of the breath he was holding back.

It wasn’t as if he was expecting something, right…? Right…?

But the intensity of your response to your Soulmate reveal had him under the shock.

It wouldn’t be the first time Shoto had to deal with people who didn’t appreciate him, though. Being popular didn’t mean being everyone’s favorite, that, he was perfectly aware of.

Haters’ reasons came in all shapes. Whether for his family name, his connection to Endeavor or Dabi, or his attitude, his skills, his Quirks… Whether for simply “pissing off” some of these people, be it over stupid complaining, jealousy, unrequited feelings, fake rumors, or personal grudges that would only make sense to themselves… That was a side of Hero work, being a Todoroki, that he had acknowledged he couldn’t escape from.

Though he couldn’t help at times to find frustrating or depressing some unfair comments or misbeliefs that distorted him or his siblings and mother. And he couldn’t help either being affected in his self-esteem too. He was human, after all. Even after all those years training to endure pain, it still fucking hurt.

However, he was adjusting to it. “One cannot please everyone”, that was the motto he had decided to settle for.

Being disliked wasn’t an uncommon thing, indeed.

But…

To think you, his Soulmate, would perhaps be one of his haters… or maybe his family story had influenced your opinion of him…

He had never fancied, nor hoped for you to accept and love him at first sight. You were both supposed to live ignoring each other’s life from each side of the Bond. For your own good.

Yet, your dislike seemed so deep, so ingrained in your body, so… directly aimed towards himself, towards Shoto Todoroki. As if some kind of realization, of recognition, had triggered your rejection.

And it felt unexpectantly painful.

Because your expression reminded him of the way his mother looked at him when she hurt him and rejected him, the way she had always looked at his father as far as he could remember.

A brief queasy sensation, in his stomach. He clenched his teeth.

A loud call snapped him back to reality, to the platform that was filling up again with another batch of commuters. A hand landed on his shoulder, following the concerned voice of Kirishima.

“Hey, you okay?”

Shoto slightly flinched but nodded. Breathing in and out in careful, controlled puffs of air.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? You look like ready to pass out.” Kirishima insisted. “Let’s take a quick break.”

“It won’t be necessary. I had a small drop of pressure, nothing a bit of sugar couldn’t resolve.” Shoto assured.

He was already moving away, left hand reaching for the little packs of sugar he kept in one of his dangling bottles of supplies secured on his belt – also nicknamed “9 Peepees”, courtesy of the elementary brats he had to tame, back in his first-year’s Remedial Course.

He winced a bit at the sugary assault on his taste buds. He definitely didn’t have a sweet tooth at all.

Lowering his hand, Shoto stared at it. Palm rough and scarred from training his Fire Quirk, from taking and landing countless blows, his left side still filled with mixed feelings, painful memories and unpleasant reminders. Somehow, he thought having that cursed Bond attached to this side of him was quite logical, well-deserved to him.

Your reaction had only mirrored what he had kept on persuading himself since the start. He would only bring hell and pain to you, to your relationship, just like his father did - even though Endeavor was doing his best to redeem himself.

You didn’t want him in your life.

Shoto crumpled the empty pack of sugar in a tight fist before throwing it in the nearest trash bin, and resumed to his patrolling.

Well at least, he could keep on with the promise he had vowed to himself before meeting you. He would let both you and him live your lives on each side of the Bond as if nothing had happened.

It wouldn’t be the first time Shoto had to endure pain. It wouldn’t be the last one either. But he was quite good at it, at keeping it to himself. It would be as if you’d never know he even existed.

Hopefully, you’d forget about that day and his side of the Bond. Perhaps he would too.

Even though he knew your face, your expression, would be haunting him for an undetermined while.

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peculiarinsomniac · 4 months

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😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes

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If someone needs to be told that they don't have to be involved into politics, whether it's because for their own mental health, or for their safety or any other reason, then I'll go ahead and tell you: It's okay of you don't want to be involved into politics. It's okay if you don't want to participate in political debates, protests or whatever. I am not saying that you should not educate yourself. It's actually very important to educate yourself.

But it's okay if you don't want to voice your opinion on political matters when there's a possibility that people want to go for your throat. It's okay if you don't want to talk about political matters when it makes you feel like the world is crushing you.

You shouldn't carry the burden of the whole world. And you don't have to. You are just human.

I might get hate for this but I don't care.

#politics #politics suck

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peculiarinsomniac · 5 months

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The way Xiao is so down bad for the Traveller tho JDJSJDJDJSMYPOOKIE

Nobody can tell me It's not going to be a marriage proposal or something next time lol

#xiao x reader #xiao imagines #genshin xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact xiao #genshin x reader #genshin x you

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peculiarinsomniac · 5 months

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New friends / family in Fontaine? 🥺

#genshin impact #genshinimpact #neuvillette #freminet #genshin fanart

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peculiarinsomniac · 6 months

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February 28, 2024 - American military veterans burn their uniforms calling for a free Palestine, at a vigil for Aaron Bushnell in Portland, Oregon. [source]

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peculiarinsomniac · 6 months

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Guess who😊

As a reference to what you posted earlier, imagine that after the reader dies of old age, Xiao and Scaramouche encounter a reincarnation of themselves? It's your choice to make them mortal or not (I'm under your bed. If you make them mortal I will kick your feet at night.)

Take your time dear <3

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FJDKSLA;FJDSA; life has been kicking my ASS but fuck it we ball HELLO MY MUTUAL THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST, I’ve honestly been thinking hard because I want to also request some ideas because your writing is so sweet ehehehe OK PLEASE DON’T KICK MY FEET AT NIGHT THAT’S HORRIFYING - I WILL MAKE THE REINCARNATION IMMORTAL

ALSO @iota1111 these are my ideas for that Xiao and Wanderer angst! If you read only to the *** in each fic, that would be where I’d end the story if it wasn’t meant to be a happy ending! (I would suffer!!!!)

[Fluff + Angst] [Xiao/Wanderer x Reader] Reincarnation

CONTENT

Angst to fluff, happy ending, reader death, mentions of death, mentions of fighting/them taking their anger out on things

XIAO

When you passed away, Xiao was absolutely heartbroken. He knew it was coming, he prepared for it, he stayed by your side through your deteriorating health in your last few months. But no matter what, he knew it would destroy him, and it did.

No one saw Xiao for weeks after but everyone noticed that Liyue was safer than ever. Xiao engrossed himself in his work. Taking out his emotions onto the monsters in Liyue. He worked himself to exhaustion every single day. Zhongli still came to check up on him but knew Xiao just needed time.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. What was he supposed to do? You were gone. HIs sunshine, his muse, his… everything.

Xiao collapsed after giving himself no rest for who knows how many nights. Laying in the grass, he stared up at the moon. Asking himself what he could’ve done differently and if he could’ve "selfishly" extended your life. If he could’ve made you immortal like him.

He listened to the bugs chirp around him, the breeze drying the tears he didn’t know were falling. For the first time in a long time, he cried. He sobbed and bit back the urge to lash out at everything in the vicinity. He was on his side, clutching his aching heart, crying into the soft grass he used to lay on with you.

He had gone through so much pain in his life: his karmic debt, the abuse from his old master, losing his found family, and all the years of deafening solitude.

But nothing would ever hurt more than losing you.

Xiao cried his heart out and knocked out from the exhaustion and pain. He slept peacefully for the first time since you passed. *** Xiao woke up the next morning with a start. Confused and disoriented not because of where he had fallen asleep, but because he sensed something insane.

He sensed you.

It was your soul, the one he swore himself to. There was no denying it. Was this a sick joke? Was some old evil spirit messing with him?

It had been months since your passing but there was no denying it. It was you.

Unfortunately, years would pass while Xiao searched for you. He was obsessed over it at first but once he could tell that your soul was safe and alive, he relaxed just a little. He still wanted to see you again, hold you, and whisper how much he loved you, but he knew you’d find each other eventually. He made himself a silent promise that he’d find you no matter what. He didn’t really have much else to do for all of eternity anyways.

Xiao confided in Zhongli through these years, the elder god revealing the possibility of reincarnation, revealing that it’s not uncommon. Souls return to the Earth in many forms but he hints to Xiao that he believes what he’s sensing is indeed you in human form.

Eventually, Xiao would be on a typical nightly patrol, sensing your soul nearby as always. But it was a bit different today. It was stronger.

As if right on cue, Xiao entered a clearing and despite it being nighttime, he saw the sun.

His beautiful sun had somehow risen again against all odds. You didn’t know his name but you knew his soul.

He recognized the sigil on your clothing, it belonged to an adeptus master he hadn’t seen in decades. The draconic horns on your head told him you were reborn in a different body, an immortal body. One that had you trained as an adepti for these past years, likely hidden away in a domain. It clicked in his head. It’s why he could always sense you, but never quite find where you were.

You turned around after feeling his approach. He wondered if you could feel his soul the way he felt yours. If you longed for him even in your new existence. He had so much to ask. But you pulled him out of his noisy thoughts.

Your voice brought him serenity he had long forgotten.

His heart pounded as you spoke.

“I missed you, my love.”

Instantly you were in each other's arms.

“I missed you too,” he says as his voice cracks.

WANDERER

He was angry, reverting back to how he was before Nahida, the traveler, and you helped him. He blamed the gods, the world, for his sorrows, for his pain. He sought to destroy it all again for somehow making his suffering worse. He had felt pain similar to this. It was all too familiar for him. The constant cycle of loss, betrayal, and agony. But this time, he was on the brink of insanity.

You, his perfect flower, had finally wilted.

He’s stuck bargaining for months, reverting between stages of grief: anger and bargaining. Never able to move on past that.

He continues on his missions for Nahida because he knows it’s what you've wanted but also because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. Any of his combat missions turned into tortures and near assassinations. He used it as a tool to cool himself off, much to the silent disapproval of Nahida. But she knew he’d never disobey your wishes, your morals. You taught him better than to kill out of emotion.

Wanderer commonly visits the forests where you two used to adventure to find some sort of peace and familiarity. He tends to avoid the Aranara despite the fact that they know about your passing and would probably be able to comfort him about it. He just didn’t think he could handle it.

Seasons pass and on one of his trips into the sunny lush forests, growing again due to the spring season, Aranara bring him your favourite flowers when they bloom again the next year. They loved you dearly too, you treated them and the forest with such gentleness that they could never forget you. They didn’t know how to approach him earlier so they used this opportunity instead.

His heart ached and his anemo vision surged with energy when he saw the flower. He finally reached his breaking point, he fell to his knees on the grass and sobbed, clutching the flower to his chest. Letting go of all the stupid anger and bargaining. Who was he kidding, he just didn’t want to accept that he’d have to keep going without you. *** The Aranara tell him not to worry though, comforting and telling him it will be okay. At first he’s confused as to what they mean but Nahida walks out into the sunlit clearing, the sun about to start setting.

She tells him she knows it hurts but that the Irminsul has a message for him and it says that he should not fret and continue to live on and explore the forest. His tear stained face raised an eyebrow but it slowly turned to determination, he knew Irminsul would not lie.

It would take years but he slowly started to feel you nearby. He’d dream of you. The forest felt like you and he could feel your energy in the flora. He confided in Nahida and their bond only grew stronger, he’d also reach out to the Aranara when he’d adventure out of the city.

Eventually, the Aranara prepared and held a ceremony, sensing the birthing of something new, a nature spirit. Nahida described it using the term “nymph.”

Wanderer was silent as he put the pieces together. He held his breath as he realized it might be you. Your reincarnation.

He always saw you as his flower, but he didn’t think you’d become a nature spirit, he was not complaining about it in the slightest though.

Nahida explained that you would exist in the physical realm but had strong ties to the dream realm, you’d be immortal like Aranara are but you’d still be able to live with him in the physical.

As you manifested and blinked open your eyes, you immediately looked at him.

His hands were shaking, unsure if he was scared, happy, both? Was it really you? Had the world finally decided to grant him happiness instead of sorrow? Was this a gift?

But as you took gentle steps towards him, he realized something important:

It didn’t matter.

You were here again, in front of him. Nothing else mattered.

You reached out to hold his face with your hands. You knew him, you knew your soul belonged to him and his to you.

He drew in closer to you, holding your face and touching your foreheads together, tears threatening to fall.

Your beautiful voice spoke to him again in what felt like an eternity. He had almost forgotten what you sounded like.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m here.”

His eyebrows scrunched as his tears fell. He wraps his arms around you tight, never wanting to let go, scared you’d leave him again.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered shakily, scared that his voice would fail if he tried to speak.

“I missed you too. I’m here to stay.”

Thank you for reading!

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff #xiao x reader #reader x xiao #xiao angst #xiao fluff #wanderer x reader #reader x wanderer #wanderer fluff #wanderer angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst

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{ 132 }

crush, crush, crush.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

no curses | college au.

{ and i'm like, yeah | everything you heard is true | everybody knows i'm hung up on you. }

much like half of the female population of students that attended this university, you had a crush on megumi fushiguro.

something about him was just so appealing to you (and many others). from his deep, emerald green eyes to the way his spiked hair fell across his pale face.

his full lips were often seen set in a permanent scowl, indicating his absolute disdain for something-

and his deep voice was painted in nonchalant tones, as if nothing in the world could ever bother him-

but it was enough to fuel your desire to get closer to him.

being somewhat of a smart cookie, you ended up sharing quite a few classes with the enigmatic megumi. from ethics to advanced calculus, you were honestly just happy enough to be in his presence.

because you knew that the chances of megumi returning your feelings were slim to none, that didn't stop you from doing something a little silly (and quite stupid, really) to get closer to him.

in your advanced calculus class, you purposely failed a sequence of pop quizzes, each and every one of them serving to be like a test drive before the real deal: the first exam worth nearly 20% of your final grade.

your professor, feeling exasperated on your depressingly low averages, finally decided to enlist the help of the student who consistently scored a 100% on every assignment and pop quiz-

megumi.

she calls you to the front of her desk while stopping megumi from leaving the classroom. megumi's eyes were furrowed in confusion, and you did your best to put on a sad face, jutting your lips out in a disappointed pout and all.

"fushiguro, you're one of the best students in my class- actually, you're the only one who has ever had consistently high scores on my homework and quizzes."

your professor gestures over to you, all while saying your name with a disappointed sigh. "she needs your help. her scores have been embarrassingly low, and i'm afraid if this continues, she will not have a chance to pass this class and may need a retake. so please, when it's still early in the semester, can you help her?"

you take this chance to meet with megumi's gaze, seeing them flash with an unknown emotion for a brief moment before returning back to his blank, emotionless gaze. he places a hand within the pocket of his jeans, looking away from you to see each one of your written quizzes spread out against your professor's desk.

you had to fight back the heat against your cheek when his bored, emerald gaze looked at the 0's written in a deep red ink, the anger and disappointment your teacher felt for you seeming to create a harsh dent, with each bold x seen scattered across the problems on the papers, nearly ripping through each sheet.

"so, as you can see, i don't wish for this student to be a hopeless case. if things go well, the highest grade she can make is a 70. but... i'll allow it if you can help her."

without another word needing to be spoken, megumi gives the professor a stiff nod before collecting your quizzes together in a single, neat stack. he meets with your gaze and says a simple "follow me." before walking out of the classroom.

and despite how you could feel your heart pounding from within your chest, you kept your cool and followed megumi from close behind. you continue to walk in silence for several seconds when he turns around to face you, seeing you standing behind him while letting out a sound of annoyance.

"don't walk behind me like i'm better than you." he gently grabs a hold of your wrist so that you were now walking right next to him. "i hate that shit. we're in the same year, so act like it."

the way your heart suddenly jumped into your throat was enough to make you feel dizzy, and the fact that megumi didn't show any hints of letting you go made it all the more overwhelming for you.

with his hand loosely gripping at your wrist, he leads you to your university's library, the silence was once deafening as you thought that your ears were close to ringing-

but the moment several students laid eyes on megumi holding your hand, you felt all eyes turn on you. their studying all but forgotten as whispers and giggles were heard throughout. seemingly unbothered by the sudden change, he keeps holding on to your wrist before going towards one of the hallways that held several study rooms. the first empty room he finds, he enters it while shutting the door.

in the middle of the room was a large, square table with four seats surrounding it. megumi takes an extra seat and settles it on the same side as him, silently gesturing at you to sit to his left. you nod and heed his words, feeling somewhat shy as you took out a fresh notebook along with some pencils and pens from your backpack.

megumi settles himself beside you and takes out his notebook. as you trail your eyes over those meticulous pages, you saw just how much care and detail he put within them, the black ink seeming to bleed through each page as evidence of his dedication.

he takes one of your quizzes and points to each concept you missed within his notes, and you found yourself following along quite well. you end up completely correcting your errors within 20 minutes, and was simply basking in megumi's presence when a deep chuckle was heard.

"heh, i knew you were suspicious..." megumi had placed his lips against the shell of your ear, tone dripping with an uncharacteristic amusement. the feeling of his hot breath against your ear was enough to make you shiver in response, your wary gaze meeting with his.

"ah... i... don't know what you mean?"

he gives you a scoff, telling you that he didn't believe your bluff for a single minute while shutting his notebook. "you know, professor irie has told me to tutor some of her other students in different classes several times. and i can't tell you how we often spent two hours working on a single problem."

"yet you... you corrected each and every one of your mistakes, redoing all 10 problems and giving me the correct answer within a mere 20 minutes."

you were frozen, eyes going wide, as if you were a deer caught in headlights. a smirk was seen gracing megumi's handsome features when you could feel his large hand against your back, pushing you forward so that you could see your past quizzes. he spreads out each and every one of the pages that averaged a 0, taking his signature black pen as he filled them all in with 100's.

"it takes a different type of genius to purposely choose wrong answers, so tell me... why?"

you begin to blush profusely, unable to meet his gaze as you felt your heart pounding faster with anxiety, nearly coming out of your ribcage. you lost all nerve, unable to even look at him when you shakily manage to tell him.

"i-i think you know why."

"i do, but i'd much rather hear it from you."

you could feel his gentle hands rubbing against your cheek, making you sigh as you relented.

"i-i did it so that i could be closer to you...because i know that you wouldn't notice me otherwise."

"and who says i didn't notice you?"

you gasp upon feeling megumi take a hold of your chin, forcing you to face him as his eyes were shining with a look akin to... adoration for you. he allows the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip before admitting to you, "i've seen the truth of your studious nature and your hard work. and those glances you've been sneaking at me when you thought i wasn't looking... so how could i possibly ignore your presence so easily?"

you watch when he slowly narrows his gaze, suddenly inching himself closer to you as you could taste his breath against your lips, giving you little choice but to cave in to your feelings for him as you met with him halfway.

and as his lips perfectly slot themselves against yours in a perfect kiss, you found yourself sighing, thinking to yourself that failing a few quizzes was completely worth it in the end.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro imagine

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𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: your best friend, draco malfoy, plans a surprise to ask you to the yule ball.

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just soft draco :)

author's note: thank you to the lovely reader who requested this, it's my first request so i really hope i did this justice! also yes, i got a little inspired by that one gilmore girls episode with the 1000 flowers for the proposal lol

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"Mate, I think you're overthinking this."

Blaise Zabini reported his opinion of the matter, but Draco Malfoy barely comprehended a word he had spoken. The only things on his mind were (Y/N) and of course, the bloody Yule Ball.

If he was honest with himself, Draco was at least partially excited for the dance. He knew it was meant to be one of the greatest nights he may ever experience while at Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure if he would. The dance was only a week away and somehow, Draco found himself without a date.

If anything, the Yule Ball was making him nervous.

"I'm not, Zabini!" He spoke quite loudly, then softened his voice as he realized students had looked their way. "This needs to be perfect, alright? This is (Y/N) we're talking about, you know how I feel about her."

Blaise couldn't help but sigh, with a smile on his lips as the two of them walked to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was quite a feat for Malfoy to tell Blaise that he had romantic feelings for his best friend, (Y/N). Blaise knew that Draco dreaded being seen as anything but tough to the world, the fact that a girl had this much control over his emotions spoke volumes.

"Exactly my point, Malfoy. She's been your best friend since first year, I doubt she would ever be disappointed or angry with whatever you come up with. Besides, she's just a girl. Just ask her to the ball like how you would ask a girl out on a date."

"Er.. well.." Draco began to speak, the hand that wasn't holding his books scratching the back of his neck. The two of them finally stopped walking besides the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Blaise's eyes widening as he tried to hide his laughter.

"You're telling me that Draco Malfoy has never been on a date before? Merlin!" His laughter echoed down the chamber, earning him a scoff and a playful shove inside the classroom by Draco. "Sorry, sorry. I just thought that with every other girl in this school begging to be your date to the dance, you would've taken at least one of them on a date." His voice was spoken quietly, careful that the other students wouldn't hear their conversation.

Draco shook his head as the two of them sat down in their seats, pulling out their books and parchment. "No. I've turned them all down. They're just not her, know what I mean?"

"You're down bad, mate." Blaise smirked slightly to himself, whispering the only advice he could really offer his friend. "Listen, girls like being asked out in a personal way. You know the kind of things (Y/N) likes, all you have to do is make it special and she'll be swooning."

"Right." Draco mumbled to himself as Professor Moody began to teach his lesson. However, he certainly wasn't thinking about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Draco glanced over to where you sat across the room. He knew you better than anyone, yet he had no idea how to ask you to the Yule Ball.

That was when the idea struck him. The new bag you bought last week caught his eyes, he noticed the way the bag had intricate floral designs sewn into it. A memory replayed in Draco's mind. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he wrote on a spare piece of parchment, folding it into a paper crane before sending it your way.

Your hands caught the paper crane, grinning as you knew exactly who it was from. You tried to ignore the way your heart seemed to skip a beat each time you saw one fly towards you. On the piece of parchment, it read:

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tomorrow morning before breakfast? - D.M.

You lifted his gaze to meet his awaiting gray eyes, your head nodding before turning back to the professor's lesson. Draco did the same, but his mind was already running through a mental checklist on all the supplies he had to get to make his idea come to life.

The next morning, you woke up wondering why in Godric's name you decided to meet up with Draco this early in the morning. The sun was just starting to rise outside the window, and none of your other roommates were even awake. You groaned as quietly as you could, practically tiptoeing around the dorm bedroom to avoid waking everyone else.

As you brushed your hair in the girls' lavatory, you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter around again. You cursed yourself under your breath as you tried your best to focus on your breathing.

Lately, being near Draco Malfoy has always made you more excited than you really ought to be. Of course, he was your best friend so you had always been excited. But now, even one glance at him caused a warmth to glow within your chest. The feeling was a foreign one.

As you walked through the castle towards the Astronomy Tower, that warm feeling in your chest arose again as you caught sight of him. He was pacing near the entrance door, mumbling as if he was rehearsing something. You cleared your throat as you walked towards him, Draco stopping in his tracks.

"(Y/N)." He spoke your name, his lips forming into a soft smile. "Thanks for meeting up with me, I know it's a bit early for you." His tone was playful, he knew you were not much of a morning person.

"About that, why so early in the morning, Malfoy?" You gently shoved his shoulder, he only laughed in response. He opened the Astronomy Tower door entrance, his hand indicating for you to step inside first.

"You will see."

You walked up the long set of stairs up the tower. You couldn't see the fact that Draco was a nervous wreck behind you, his hands having to wipe themselves on his slacks to remove the sweat from his palms. As much as you hated to wake up this early in the morning, you knew the views up from the tower would be gorgeous. Draco knew that the Astronomy Tower was, quite honestly, your favorite place to admire the landscape.

“Oh my..” Your body stopped in its tracks once the two of you reached the highest level of the tower. Your eyes couldn’t take in your surroundings fast enough it seemed.

It was as if every surface of the tower was covered in red roses. Somehow, someone must have placed hundreds of roses in vases, scattering them around almost every corner of the room. The light shining into the tower only amplified their beauty, it was as if each petal seemed to come alive as the sun continued to rise.

“D-Did you know these flowers were here?” You stuttered as you started to pace around the room slowly, your fingertips grazing upon almost every petal there was. Their beauty took your breath away.

“I did.” Draco bit his bottom slightly as he watched you, desperate to know your reaction. He couldn’t tell if you liked or hated them. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes darted from the roses you were admiring to Draco, your body facing his. Although you were truly flattered, the idea of him doing all of this for you made your head spin with so many questions. You knew Draco Malfoy better than he may ever know himself, you had never seen him do anything this nice or extravagant for anyone before.

“You said a couple of weeks ago that you wish spring would come along so you can watch the flowers bloom again. Of course, it’s only December, as we can all see.” Draco answered your question, a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he pointed outside of the tower. More snowflakes began to fall, covering the castle with even more snow.

“So, I thought to bring the flowers to you. And I only assumed you liked roses, from your bag.” His eyes went from watching the snowflakes outside to your bag that was decorated with tiny red roses around it. Since when did Draco notice something so mundane, like a new tote bag?

“I just.. don’t know what to say.” Your voice came out as a whisper. Him decorating the entire Astronomy Tower with roses, just because you said you missed the spring and summer flowers, was entirely insane. You couldn’t come up with the words, so all you could do was step forward to hug him tightly.

Within an instant, you felt Draco’s arms wrap around your waist, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes, smiling softly to himself out of relief and joy. He was relieved and happy that you had liked the surprise, but he knew what he must do, even though it terrified him.

“That’s not the end of the surprise.” He said as he slowly pulled away from the hug. All of a sudden, it was as the boy became aware of every heightened emotion he was feeling. “But I must do this properly..”

Your eyebrows raised as you watched him turn around, picking up one of the red roses from their vases. If you weren’t convinced you were dreaming at the moment, you would have sworn you saw a small bit of sweat on Draco’s forehead as he looked towards you.

“I-er..” He took a step forward towards you, any closer and your bodies would have made contact. With a deep breath to calm himself, he handed the rose to you. “Would you want to go to the Yule Ball with me, as more than just a friend?”

Your lips slightly parted as you took the rose from him. You had slowly been falling for your best friend for the past four years, but you had convinced yourself that the Slytherin Prince would never fall for you. For four years, you had thought that he would never settle for you, when every other girl in this school begged for him just to look their way.

Once you realized you had failed to give an answer, you closed your mouth and smiled in his direction. “I would love to, Draco.” You responded, stepping forward once more to close the gap between you two. You pressed your lips softly to his cheek.

When you pulled away, you realized that Draco’s cheeks were slightly pink as his eyes widened. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the sight. Draco Malfoy was notorious for being the calm, collected one of the two of you. Seeing him as, essentially, a nervous wreck over you caused that warmth to be felt in your chest again.

“Who would have thought I could make Draco Malfoy this nervous?” You joked, attempting to calm his apparent nerves.

“Who said I was nervous?” He scoffed just as playfully, grabbing a few more roses to hand to you. You took them in your hands, smelling their pleasant aroma as you followed him back down the staircase.

“Malfoy, you were just as red as these roses.”

#draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction

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peculiarinsomniac · 7 months

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Hi-Score of Hugs

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peculiarinsomniac · 7 months

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WHEN THEY’RE DADS

and how they deal with their children and their domestic life.

pairing: dad & husband! wriothesley, lyney and neuvillette x fem! reader.

cw: original characters, slightly ooc to fit the plot, domesticity, fluff. pregnancy is mentioned to introductions but not too elaborated. not beta read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

kazuha’s part.

Wriothesley

If outsiders had previously felt intimidated just by the Duke's fame, with the announcement of your pregnancy, the mere mention of his name was capable of frightening even the bravest of men. And it was no wonder since now he was often seen patrolling the corridors of the Fortress of Meropide with a frown on his eyes and his fists clenched like he was ready to go into combat — if newest prisoners had already feared the idea of meeting him before, now they did anything to never be caught on his sight.

What they didn't know, however, was that internally Wriothesley was a nervous wreck about the whole situation, and his mask of aloofness was the only one he knew to use to hide the imminent fear that was bubbling in the depths of his soul.

Luckily for him, and for the citizens of the fortress, Wriothesley had a very attentive, convincing and confident wife. It was thanks to you and your assurances that the duke was able to calm down and overcome some of his insecurities and then finally celebrate the arrival of his son.

When this happened, even the guards felt they could breathe a sigh of relief and they thanked you, their “duchess”, for the sudden change in their boss. You just winked in complicity.

In turn, little Cameron couldn't have come into the world at the worst possible time, which only served to rekindle and feed Wriothesley's fears. You were weak and sick, barely able to move even with all of Sigewinne's treatments. Plus, Fontaine was going through too many abrupt changes for the two of you to keep up with, which only made your recovery more difficult. Wriothesley feared losing both you and the baby, but deep down he knew that his wife was stronger than she let on and that trusting you was the only thing to do.

And fortunately for him, Wriothesley wasn’t mistaken as both you and the baby managed to overcome all the terror that was the birth.

“Please don’t scare me like that anymore. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you both.” he had told you with a trembling voice from the fear still running through his veins.

“You need to start giving me more credit, Wrio”, you respond, kissing his cheek, “Your wife is too stubborn to let herself be overcome by any illness.”

Although Wriothesley initially had doubts about fatherhood, as his own background hadn’t given him a good view of it, he was an incredible father. His gentleness and affection were immeasurable and not just you, but the entire Fortress of Meropide could notice a soft side blooming in him. This didn’t mean that he left his guard completely goes down because the duke still remained adamant about the laws and administration of the prison.

Still, it was comforting (and even funny) to see the cryo user patrolling the production zones or administrative areas with a baby that looked so much like him held in a carrier on his torso — not that they dared mention it to him, much less get closer to the new father.

Cameron was also a very calm baby, rarely getting angry about anything, preferring to observe his surroundings. His gray eyes always seemed to sparkle with curiosity and Wriothesley found this feature particularly fascinating.

When it came to taking care of the baby, you and your husband always took turns so that the care of the child and the Fortress of Meropide was well managed. And to tell the truth, your teamwork was very good because when Wriothesley had to take on his duties as duke, Cameron was happy with your attention, and when you were requested as interrogator, your husband spent hours locked in his office with the mini version of him sitting on his lap, enjoying a nice cup of tea.

Like every first-time father, Wriothesley faces the negative and positive sides of fatherhood. Some nights he is awakened by his past demons and a sudden dread appears to cloud his thoughts. But as he looks at his son's growth, celebrate the success of his small achievements and admire the honorable young man that Cameron is becoming to, he knows he has done a good job and there is nothing to fear.

“Well, since we have nothing to fear, then it’s time for me to announce that I’m pregnant again, right?”

Lyney

Lyney liked to think that even if you didn't meet in this life, you would meet in your next incarnation; even if you belonged to different worlds, your souls would find a way to cross time and space to find each other. It was as if a red string that only the two of you could see connected both of you, and for the magician, it was undeniable to say that destiny itself had written your story or that the stars in the sky had illuminated his path to you.

The love that he had for you was unconditional, and Lyney doubted that there was anything in the entire universe that could contradict that fact.

But, well, that was before you gave him what would be the greatest gifts of his life. His twins babies Quentin and Corinne.

Now, that everyone knew that Lyney was a loving husband was nothing new. Since the beginning of your relationship, the blonde man has always made sure to emphasize your dating status and he had never hidden his affections towards you, whether they be publicly or not. And with the announcement of your pregnancy, his pride only seemed to intensify as he always had a characteristic smile on his face when you walked together through the streets of Fontaine, showing you off like you were a rare jewel much for you enjoyment.

His affection and gentleness towards you remained the same, although this time there was a greater care that you couldn't help but appreciate. Your husband was always ready to grant your wishes and he was able to understand your feelings even before you had to verbalize them. Lyney was very good at dealing with people so it was no surprise how magnificent of a father he’d be either.

And, well, to say it exceeded your expectations would be an understatement.

You had never seen Lyney cry except for his slight watery look on your wedding day. However, that changed with the arrival of the twins who gave you the vision of the man openly crying while holding the two children in his arms, making it impossible for him not to be moved by this new phase of his life — giving you a beautiful memory to remember for all eternity.

“They look so much like you”, he said after a pause, his voice still breaking, “They are beautiful”.

And in fact the twins had inherited all your genes, allowing from Lyney only the inheritance of his cat-shaped eye. And to say that this upset him would be an unforgivable lie because for Lyney there was no one in the world as beautiful as the mother of his children and it made him happy that they look just like you.

That being said, Lyney is a doting dad deeply in love with his children. He quickly adapted to fatherhood even with the ups and downs that come with it — after all, he still had his duties to the House of Hearth and some of his performances required him to travel to another nation, leaving you and the twins behind, but he didn't let it get him down and became stronger through it.

Furthermore, Lyney understood very well the tiredness of motherhood and always having to be available to the children, so in the late hours of the night he was responsible for feeding, changing diapers or paying attention to the two babies.

From an early age, Quentin and Corinne already showed to have personalities as distinct as he and Lynette and it brought a smile to his face when he saw a little of himself reflected in his children. While Quentin always seemed to have a lot of energy, Corinne only demanded her father's attention if it was for her basic needs or a nap in his warm embrace.

Lyney would have no problem showing his children off in the public eye once they got older, but as long as they were defenseless kids he’d prioritize their privacy. Until that day came, he’d keep you and the twins under his wings, teaching them to take care of each other but also to learn to be independent.

As was also to be expected, magic and illusion tricks are two constants in your house and Lyney loves showing little tricks to the twins who always give him the best reactions.

Finally, Lyney is a proud dad and is happy for his children's small achievements. All his love is shown through words and actions, never failing to show every day how much he cares for them. No matter what path Quentin and Corinne decided to take, he’d be the first to support them. And even though deep down he feared that the world might erase the sparkle in their eyes, he’d always protect their innocence too.

Neuvillette

Just as in the beginning it was somewhat sudden for the people of Fontaine to get used to the idea and the sight of their Iudex walking through the streets of the capital at your side, it was equally shocking for them when a few years, after getting married, the image of you and your slightly rounded belly appeared on the cover of The Steambird in an exclusive interview about your career and personal life — in fact, it sales were as abundant as the water that surrounded the hydro nation, not surprising Charlotte a bit who was delighted with the audience received.

After all, if there was one thing the journalist knew very well, it was that fontaineians would always crave good gossip.

Not much was revealed to satisfy the citizens' curiosity, but it served as a trigger to make them create the most absurd theories. You didn't seem to care about them at all, though. In fact, you even fueled some rumors for your own pleasure. Neuvillette, however, didn't appreciate them as much as you did, especially when it involved his name and his supposed “lack of sensitivity”. When these comments reached him, the sunny sky was replaced by a few rain clouds.

The unknown truth was that you and Neuvillette had been planning to start a family for a long time, you just didn't know how to since the Sovereign heritage was little studied and your husband was afraid of risking your health and safety for a selfish dream. It was only after a lot of persuasion, support and even medical advice from Sigewinne that the two of you were able to announce your pregnancy and then welcome little Éveline.

To say that Neuvillette was a helicopter husband during your pregnancy would be an understatement. All his worry and attention suffocated you to the point of almost making you go crazy. Even if his care for the smallest details and his devotion to you were appreciated, it was something that annoyed you when extreme.

But then, after the ordeal of childbirth and with the baby finally sleeping in his arms, you were able to notice a new side awakening in the dragon. A passionate and serene look that only his daughter could bring him.

Neuvillette loves having the little one around and rarely left her side in the first days of her life. Fatherhood, not surprisingly, suits him very well as your husband always knows how to meet your daughter's needs before you even take action — perhaps it was experience from all those centuries caring for the Melusines or perhaps it was just his instincts providing for his offspring. Whatever it was, you couldn't be more grateful for his efforts.

Not only is Éveline physically identical to her father, but she also inherited all of Neuvillette's draconic features. And you’d even dare to say that their personalities are the same.

In fact, this last topic is a detail that you learned to avoid because if your daughter cries, Neuvillette is distressed and if both father and daughter aren’t happy Fontaine is devastated by a torrential rain.

Furthermore, Neuvillette is expected to be fiercely protective of the baby, allowing only a small and significant number of people to meet her. After all, loving is caring and he’d never forgive himself if something happened to her.

A curious fact that you’d love to share with your friends but can only record in photos would be that every night, and on his rare days off, Neuvillette would transform into his draconic form so he could snuggle up to Éveline and make her sleep — the difference in size between them completely melting you.

And even though his daughter was a little too old for that, he still loves to share these moments with her.

Overall, Neuvillette is a very attentive and affectionate father, preferring to show his love through gestures rather than words. Physical contact is a constant in your home so Éveline learned to grow up in an environment where hugs and pats on the head are everyday gestures.

Neuvillette, even if he’s busy with all his duties as chief justice of Fontaine, will never fail to be present at every stage of his daughter's life, teaching and guiding her to become a respectable, fair and noble-hearted person.

a/n: i intended to rewrite kazuha's part, delete his solo post and add it here but it'd be very troublesome because some people has read already. even though i wished to let it all together i'll let it like the way it is already. furthermore, i don't know if it's gonna turn into a series since my will to write disappears as fast as it appears. but if so, i'll only write for these four men.

please let me know if there's any mistakes ;)

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