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Jon Snow*Blind Date

Pairing: Modern!Jon Snow x f!Reader

Platonic: Sam, Gilly, Cregan, Robb, Sansa, Theon, and Tormund

Summary: Jon's friends bully him into going on a blind date he's sure he will regret but by the end he is head over heels for her

TW: Swearing and inuendo but nothing major

Word count: 3459 (I got carried away lol)

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“Dude, I said no,” Jon said rejecting Sam’s offer yet again.

Sam and Gilly sat across from the stubborn Snow as they ate lunch and Sam questioned why he even tried. “Why not though?” Sam asked.

“Because I don’t need you to set me up with someone. I can find my own dates,”

“Really?” Sam said staring at Jon in disbelief. Gilly let out a giggle as her boyfriend began to berate the boy, “Last week all you did was write poetry about how alone and sad and moody you were. You’ve went full emo,”

“First of all, that was for class,” Jon glared at Sam only receiving a smirk in return, “Secondly I thought that was private,”

“And if you had a girlfriend then you would know-nothings private,”

“He’s right you know,” Gilly pipped up. Jon liked Gilly. He liked Sam. He liked them together. But right now, he wanted to slap the pair's heads together and storm off. But Jon chose to rise above and be mature.

“Yeah, well fuck you both,” he grumbled as he began to almost stab the food on his tray with his fork. “I’m happy being single,”

“Since when were you happy?” Cregan asked as he sat to join them for lunch.

“Im trying to set Jon up with my mate but he’s being stubborn. As always,”

“Ooo which girl?” Cregan asked before quickly adding “Or guy or whatever it is you’re into. You are into people, aren’t you?”

The three laughed as Jon’s attack on his food increased, “People that aren’t assholes yeah. I don’t get why you’re so insistent on this,”

“Because one day Jon,” Sam folded his arms, leaning on the table, and began his tale, “I’m going to realise I haven’t heard from you in a while and decide hey I should check on him. So, me and Gilly are gonna come over to your sad little apartment and break in. And what will I find? You dead on the couch and Ghost circling your body like a vulture. And I don’t wanna Gilly to see that,”

“Ghost isn’t gonna fucking eat me when I die,” Jon snapped, “Do you really think im gonna die alone? Do you think I can’t get a date that badly?” Gilly, Sam, and Cregan all shared a look “Okay fuck all of you,”

“I just think it’d be good for you to get out the house,” Gilly pipped up and the other two nodded in agreement before she added, “Besides you’ll be less tense if you get laid,” making everyone’s jaws drop, “Im serious. I used to be even more stressed than you Jon and then I met Sam and ever since I’ve just been- “

“I don’t think we need to talk about that darling,” Sam cut her off.

“Seconded,” Cregan said, “but she’s right. You need to get laid,”

Jon sighed and Sam looked between his friends and questioned his life decisions, “While I’d prefer you didn’t just ‘use’ them for sex, I genuinely think you would like them,”

“We didn’t say to use them for sex,” Gilly said but Jon ignored her.

Jon sighed and pushed his tray away since his food was now closer to mush than anything else from his stabbings, “Fine. One date,” Jon said, and the group let out a cheer, “but I swear to god Sam they better not be crazy or something,”

“By something he means ugly,” Cregan said, and Jon slapped the back of his head. “Ow dude wtf?”

Sam grinned, “Don’t worry. I know your type. You’ll like them,”

Jon Snow’s mystery date was all the talk of their friend group. Robb had found out, Tormund found out, and Theon had found out. He even got a text from Sansa about it. all of them bombarded him with tips and tricks and lines to use. Sansa demanded he Facetime her to pick his outfit out.

As Jon was getting ready to leave his room was filled with all said annoying friends bar Sansa but she was texting him so much it felt like she was practically there. “And when you get to the restaurant- “Cregan started, and Jon let out an agonising groan.

“Shut up,” he whined, “I know what to do on a date,”

“We know mate but,” Tormund began, “you haven’t been the same since Ygritte. We just don’t want you giving up if it doesn’t go to plan,”

“I’m not gonna give up,” Jon said as he looked at himself in the mirror. The outfit Sansa bullied him into was a white button-up and weird checked trousers that were ‘trendy’ right now. Jon sighed as he began to unbutton it, “Besides Ygritte was a long time ago,”

She had been his first-ever girlfriend he got the week of university. It was good at first, but they were always fighting and bickering. They were constantly breaking up and getting back together. The whole ordeal lasted a year and messed Jon up. Especially since he didn’t realise, they weren’t getting back together until he found out she was seeing Orell.

“You’re not cancelling,” Sam warned Jon who in return through his shirt at him.

“Im just changing shirts calm down,” he said as he pulled out a black shirt and black jeans. “Do I at least get to know anything about this person before im trapped at a table for an hour with them?”

“They’re in my history of medicine and herbology class, from Kingslanding, same age as us, funny, and extremely sarcastic,” Sam listed.

“Is that it?”

“You’ll have to find the rest out yourself,”

“Do I at least get a name?” Jon asked as he began to tie his doc boot laces.

“(Y/N),”

“Oh, I like them!” Robb pipped up, “Yeah, they tutored me in Dornish lit last year. Only reason I didn’t flunk out,”

“Oh, yay maybe I can study tonight,” Jon deadpanned before turning to look in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Sam said.

“Very emo,” Cregan chimed in with a smirk causing Jon to roll his eyes.

“Hot bro,” Theon blew Jon a kiss and received a slap on the head from Cregan. “Can’t a bro appreciate another hot bro?”

Theon was ignored and Robb spoke up, “Sansa’s gonna kill you but you look good dude. Don’t worry. It’s just a date,”

“Im not worried,” Jon lied as he continued to try straightening out his already straight shirt.

Robb grabbed Jon's leather jacket and helped him shrug it on, “Of course not,” he said as he held Jon's shoulders, “You’ve got this,”

Jon was standing outside the restaurant with his gaggle of hens following him, “You’re not coming on this date with me you know?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “I was just gonna point them out then we were gonna head to the The Wall bar encase you need us,”

“I won’t need you,” Jon said causing Sam and Robb to share a look “Shut up,” Jon grumbled as he looked into the restaurant, “So who is it?”

Sam pointed them out and the nerves instantly flooded Jon's system. They had got there early and were already sitting down looking absolutely gorgeous. They weren’t even trying. They were just sitting there playing with a fork and staring out a window and yet Jon was already feeling his mouth go dry, “Dude they’re well out of my league,”

“I said the same thing about Gilly and look at us now. Now go get em tiger,”

“I hate you,” Jon said before walking up to the restaurant door, “Here I go,” Jon took a deep breath and forced himself into the building, throwing a quick glance back to where Robb and Sam were giving him a thumbs up like some kind of child.

“Table for one?” The hostess asked.

Jon cleared his throat, not even sure what name the reservation was under, “I’m meeting someone here. For a date,” he began to stutter and cursed himself mentally, “I think they’re- “

“Jon?” she asked, and he nodded as a blush began to flush his cheeks, “They were sat a few minutes ago. Come with me,” she said and led Jon to his table who was desperately trying to walk normally and not fall into a deep hole and die. “Your dates here,” the hostess grinned as Jon sat down across from his mystery date who even the hostess knew before him. “Here are your menus. Have fun you two,” she said before leaving.

“Hi- “

“I’m- “

“Sorry you go- “

“You go first- “

The pair let out an awkward laugh before she quickly jumped in, “Hey,” she said with a smile stuck to her lips that were perfect just like her smile.

Jon found his face flushing yet again, “Hey. A friend of yours im guessing?” he asked nodding to the hostess who kept glancing at them.

“Yeah,” she laughed despite him not making a joke, “That’s Baela. Sorry if she keeps spying on us. She traded a shift just to watch me crash and burn,” Jon laughed and smiled as a blush filled her face instead of his for once, “Not that I think im gonna crash and burn im sorry let me start again. I’m (Y/N),” she said as she stuck her hand out to shake his and Jon saw her cringe at her own actions.

But he just grinned and shook her hand in return, “I’m Jon,” she took her hand back and his hand had never felt colder.

“Sorry about the handshake,”

“No, it’s good. Handshakes are good,” Jon reassured her, glad that it was not only him sweating buckets over this date. “I’ve never had a date shake my hand before,”

“I’ve never had a blind date before,”

“Me neither. Sam practically bullied me into this. He wouldn’t even tell me your name,”

“Me too,” she grinned. “Well, he let me know your name, but he forbade me to look up your social media,”

“You wouldn’t find much im afraid,”

“Not an Instagram guy?” she asked, and Jon shook his head, “Hmm I suppose I can forgive you,”

“Oh, so kind of you,” Jon said, and she laughed, “I guess we should probably look at the menu. That waiter looks like he’s ready to pounce,”

(Y/N) smiled, opening her menu, but it dropped once she looked up to the waiter, “Oh fuck,”

“What?” Jon asked, dropping his menu and looking to see what she had been staring at. It had been their waiter who had skulked off as soon as she had looked up. “Do you know him?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said as she tried to shake it off, but Jon kept looking at her causing her to sigh, “That’s my ex. Baela swore he was off tonight or I would’ve said somewhere else,”

“Is it okay? Do we need to leave?” Jon asked, fully ready to walk half the earth for this girl he had only had half a conversation with.

She sighed and took a second to think “Nah it’ll be fine. Yeah, no it’ll be fine. He broke up with me anyway plus it was like a year ago so like yeah, its fine. Plus, they do a really good cheesecake I wanna get for dessert so its fine,” Jon couldn’t help but find her rambling adorable, but his silence caused her to look at him, “As long as you’re okay with it?”

“As long as the cheesecake as is good as you say,” he joked.

She laughed and picked up her menu, “Oh I promise its more than just good,”

After the pair had looked at the menu their chat was interrupted “(Y/N),” their waiter greeted not even glancing at Jon.

“Ramsay,” she said giving a tight-lipped smile, “How are you?”

“I'm fine. What can I get yous?” he asked and Jon's face contorted at how he didn’t even pretend to be courteous. (Y/N) also appeared shocked as she began to stutter her order and he wrote it down. “What about you?” he asked not even looking at Jon. Jon was so baffled that he didn’t even respond causing Ramsey to ask again “Well?”

“I’ll have the gourmet burger and a coke,”

“You’ll have the Pepsi,” Ramsey said as he turned and walked away from the table.

Jon and (Y/N) looked at each other with a look of half horror half confusion, “Was he always such an asshole?”

“I mean yeah but I assumed he’d at least pretend at work. Im so sorry,”

“Don’t apologise for him,” Jon assured her “Why did you even date him?”

She laughed but her face was anything but happy, “Can we save toxic ex stories for date two?”

“I understand. I mean like. I get it,” Jon said, and relief flooded her face, “We’ve all got some shitty stories I guess?”

“Yeah, but let’s focus on the good ones for now. Baela will kill me if I scare you off before dessert,”

“Good thing I don’t scare easily,”

From there the conversation flowed so easily that even Ramsey's bluntness couldn’t ruin the night. They had so much in common and Sam was right. She was funny and kept up with his quick tongue.

“You’re an idiot if your serious think Aegon the conquering was- “

“Dessert?” Ramsey interrupted their debate as he began to take their plates away.

The pair shared a look before (Y/N) spoke up, “Could we get the cheesecake and- “but she was cut off by his scoff, “What?”

“Do you really need the cheesecake?”

Jon felt a hot rage go up his spine as he glared daggers into Ramsey. (Y/N) went instantly red and was stumbling to even get a word out so Jon spoke up. “Give us one of each dessert,”

“You want four desserts?” Ramsey finally actually looked at Jon whose gaze could cut metal right now.

“Yup. Problem?”

“Whatevs. Coming right up,” Ramsey said as he sauntered off to the kitchen.

“Don’t listen to a word that guy says. He’s an asshole. I don’t understand why you ever dated him. And you said the dessert was good so we’re trying each one no arguments,”

(Y/N) smiled and Jon almost forgot the anger at the sight of it, “He was nice once. I think. Im honestly not so sure now,” she laughed but her voice was fragile.

Jon grabbed her hand without even thinking, “You deserve someone way better than him. You’re so,” Jon shook his head trying to think of the right word, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so perfect,”

“You barely even know me,”

Jon sighed as he debated if he should go against everything his friends had told him and lay himself out on the table, “I had my own Ramsey. And well, there’s a lot to that story but long story short she just. She was just not good for me. Now I don’t even know why we ever dated but she messed with my head, and I haven’t gone on a date since until now. And I can honestly say I’ve had more fun tonight than I did in the whole year I knew her,”

He expected her to run, to excuse herself to the bathroom and climb out a window, but she squeezed his hand instead, “I get that. I really do. I was thinking the same thing about Ramsey this whole time. How could I date someone as pig headed as him- “she said causing Jon to chuckle, “when I could’ve been with someone like you,”

“Maybe blind dates aren’t so bad after all,” Jon said, and she smiled. They stayed looking into each other’s eyes till Ramsey ruined it yet again by ungraciously dumping four plates and 2 spoons on the table.

They didn’t let it ruin the mood and spent another hour sitting and chatting as Jon experienced the best cheesecake of his life. They must’ve been too happy for Ramsey's liking who decided to dump the bill on their table without even asking but made sure to add, “Remember it's rude not to leave a tip,”

“Its official. I have better taste than you,” Jon joked as he pulled out his wallet.

“Hey, I need to stalk this Ygritte girl before you get to judge,”

“Fine fine,” Jon said as he began to take cash out, “It was 38.50 but I only have $20s and I don’t wanna leave him $1.50,”

“Here I have change,” (Y/N) said as she pulled out $18.50 in cash, “You can pay me back by getting me a drink at The Wall on our next date,”

“Oh, can I? your so kind,” Jon said though internally he was bouncing off the walls at the idea of another date with this perfect specimen.

“I know,” she said as she scrunched her nose up and Jon thought he may die from her cuteness, “Do you have a pen though? I wanna leave him a ‘tip’,”

Jon passed her a pen and tried to watch what she was writing but she hid it and closed the bill holder with a grin, “We should go. Now,”

The pair rushed to the host stand for (Y/N) to say a quick goodbye to Baela. As she was telling Baela she’d text her they heard a “Hey!” from across the restaurant and the pair turned to see Ramsey pushing through tables to get to them.

“Go, go, go,” (Y/N) laughed as she grabbed Jon's arm and hauled him out of the restaurant, and ran across the road, narrowly dodging a car.

Ramsey flipped them off, unable to leave the restaurant but as soon as he walked back in the pair broke out into a laughing fit, “What did you write?”

(Y/N) laughed harder, “I told him how to find the clit,” she said, and Jon laughed even harder.

“Oh, my gods I love that,” He was almost crying at this point, “This is the best thing Sam has ever forced me to do,”

“Im glad,” she laughed as she looked up at Jon, “It’s getting late. My roommate said if I didn’t get back by 11, she was calling the cops,”

“Well, I don’t need to get arrested again,”

“Again?” she asked, and Jon laughed, “Am I dating a gang leader or something?”

“I’ll tell you as I walk you to your dorm?” Jon offered.

(Y/N) grinned and nodded as the pair began to walk back to campus, “At least you’re a gentleman gang man,”

Jon was disappointed as they reached the door to her dorm knowing he would have to wait to see her again, “So if you don’t do insta do you at least have a phone number?” (Y/N) asked as she leaned back against her front door.

“Gimme your phone I’ll put it in,” he said, and she complied.

“This better not be a fake number Jon Snow,” she teased as he handed the cell back to her.

Despite his anxiety at the beginning Jon felt his confidence grow with every joke and come back. He didn’t even think as he stepped closer, leaving only an inch between them, “Don’t worry its very real. I promise,”

“Good,” she grinned as she brought her hands to rest on his shoulders, “I had fun tonight,”

“Me too,” Jon said as he leaned in closer, placing his hand on her waist. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he confessed as his lips ghosted hers.

She leaned in ever so slightly so that her lips brushed against his as she said, “Then do it,”

His lips fell onto hers and her arms pulled him in closer, so they were pressed against each other as their lips moulded together perfectly. Jon wanted it to last forever but as he grazed his teeth against her bottom lip she pulled back slightly, “If we don’t stop, I won’t be going into my room alone,”

“You’re lucky im a gentleman,” Jon said as he forced himself to pull back, letting her turn to unlock her door, “Another time?”

“I’m free tomorrow?” she offered.

Jon laughed but nodded, “Tomorrows great. Text me,”

“As soon as im through this door.” She said, “Goodnight Jon,”

“Goodnight,” he said as he stepped away and let her return to her dorm.

Jon was barely out the dorm's front door when he checked to see if she had indeed texted him. She had. A text from an unknown number saying, ‘Guess who?’. Jon laughed to himself as he texts her back before looking at the bombardment of texts his friends had sent him. But they could wait. He wasn’t gonna let Sam find out he was right ruining his night. Turns out blind dates aren’t always a bad idea.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 10 months

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Don’t worry about the yanderes treating their daughters different vs sons request! That’s totally fine not to do it and it makes sense that it’d be answered as a gender neutral question. I’m glad you like my requests still with regards to questions about all your yanderes!

As a bit of a replacement question…(that you are under no obligation of answering; I don’t mind ever at all with your decisions on requests/asks, and you should never feel pressured by me or anyone else ever!)…what would be each yanderes’ dream date?

Yandere! Men and their dream date

AWW YOU'RE TOO SWEET! And I very much like this replacement request >:D

YAN! ARTIST

Of course, it's so obvious with Arlen. Painting dates! Anything that involves with you posing for him as he paints your visage, that would be a good date with him. Uh, you want to paint with him too? Sure, just pick up an extra canvas and brush, then pick what paint you want to use. As a change of scenery, it will be an outdoor type of date too, finding a space to paint the scenery, or each other.

YAN! DRAGON

He's not that much of a romantic man, but hey, he tries. So he transforms into his dragon form and fly you to the sky and wherever you want. Your personal uber will fly you to the ends of the world. Maybe find a new secret location where the both of you can just cuddle, talk, and destress from royal life.

YAN! THEATER ACTOR

Another obvious one. Being a theater actor, of course he's gonna love home dates! Wait, home dates? As much as Ignatius loves to be on the spotlight and also lives and breathes theater, the man needs a break sometimes. So, in an act of breaking down his walls, cuddling with you, cooking with you, or doing board games with you in the comfort of your home is very ideal to him.

YAN! BUTLER

Eh... Zero doesn't really have a life outside you, and doesn't really think for himself sometimes. And that meant the dates will be up to you. If you ask what dream date he wants to do, he'll probably answer based on what you want and pass it off as a coincidence. You have to really coax Zero to think more for himself.

YAN! SUGAR DADDY

Shopping dates. What? He's a greedy man. Of course he loves spending his money left and right and shower you with gifts and money. A good date will be spending a minimum of 100k dollars, a nice, expensive yet filling dinner, and maybe a passionate fuck afterwards. It is Rowan after all. You're his sugar baby, so do prepare to be spoiled rotten.

YAN! JOCK

Facade Damon would probably do the stereotypical "i'll teach you how to play [sport]!" type of date. Honestly, if you're not into sports, you would find this idea boring. But somehow, Damon made it fun and not annoying for you. Unveiled Damon would love just to have a date outside of the city where nobody that knows his himbo persona can see him. Maybe something comforting like pottery dates. But, both type of Damons would be up to an arcade date!

YAN! ASSASSIN

Azrael, being an assassin, probably did every type of dates one could think of for the different missions he took. So when you ask him, he would probably say something relaxing for once, which is a picnic date! Where he can just slump down, lie down on your lap, and relax. As long as it's just the both of you, he will consider it as a successful date.

YAN! EX-BOYFRIEND

Lee will forever regret hurting you, and breaking it off on that damned beach. So, his dream date will be a Beach date, where he will actually pay attention to you and shower you with the love you deserve. He will make it up to you.

YAN! COWBOY

How does a ride around the town sounds? Ooh, how about racing through the forest? Wait, you don't know how to ride a horse? Knoxx will teach you in a jiffy! Anything related to equestrian stuff will be Knoxx's dream date. Riding on the horse he gave you, and him on Red, and the both of you teasing each other while riding around will be the dream for him. And maybe you riding him too lol

YAN! EMO

If not Poetry dates, he will be down for Karaoke dates! He wants to hear you sing the song you love, and then Ashton will also sing the song he loves. Maybe a bit of a duet here and there, exchange of heated glances while serenading each other... Ashton will also probably spend like 50% of the date making out with you. Hey, don't blame him that you're just so irresistible.

YAN! WEREWOLF

Lyall would love to do camping dates! You, him, under the starry night sky. Cooking food over fire, feeding each other. Then Lyall will transform into his wolf and you would sleep on his fur inside a large tent. It's a night to remember for him if you would give him the chance.

YAN! EX-HUSBAND

Another tidbit from Inigo in the novel is that he actually owns a motorcycle back in his parents' mansion. So, as a throwback to the OG Inigo, this Inigo will love to do midnight motorcycle ride dates into the secret clearing he frequently visits when he was in highschool. It overlooks the city and it's a genuinely comforting place for the restless man. So, he would love to show you that place one day.

YAN! HOSPITAL CHAIRPERSON

Xavier would love to do a traditional movie date with you. The hospital work is already stressful enough, and being anxious about you is adding too much to his load. So, something simple and fun would relax Xavier. He will probably rent the whole theater just to make sure it's just you and him inside the theater. Or... He could just build a home theater. Yeah that's plausible.

YAN! VILLAIN

Eros would love to have a date with you where you both disguise as commoners and just roam around the capital. Eating streetfood, watching street performances... Especially if there is a festival going on, he would love to take you out to the square and dance with you freely, away from the eyes of the judging people. Just you and him.

YAN! POLITICIAN

What do we expect from the traditional man himself? Max would do a romantic dinner date with you. Something very fancy, maybe before the dinner, both of you would go into an opera, or a museum... Anything is fine for this man, as long as it's not too active.

YAN! MAFIA BOSS

Hades would want something fun, and something to keep his mind off the mafia bizz. So an out of the country date would be his go to. What? He's rich. He can afford that. Just, make sure he doesn't horde souvenirs... And stop him from making a plan to expand his territory... He already has enough.

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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You were going to be his

Prelude -

Pairing - Shouto Todoroki X Reader.

Warnings - uhhhh stalking? otherwise sfw.

Prompt - “There was only one thing in the world that made him feel, and that was you.”

https://youtu.be/Ep6nGsQjWGk This is the vibe of Shouto’s internal process.

I feel the need to explain? Shouto thinks he doesn’t “love” and all that cause yanno, lil emo boy. But in reality, he does love reader, just in an extremely dark, obsessive, terrifying way. His view of love was so skewed by his parents and he absolutely refuses to be like them. In his mind, he can’t make the same mistakes because in Rei and Enji’s relationship, they both had autonomy (at the beginning lol).

This is so slow to start I’m so sorry.

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Todoroki Shouto never planned on falling so deeply in love. He actually never planned on falling in love in the first place. He had seen what love looked like, and wanted no part of it. The effects of his fathers love towards his mother had left her scarred emotionally; which resulted in Shouto becoming physically scarred. Love was too painful for the young man to have in his life. There were other, more important things for him to focus on, mainly his work as a pro hero. As soon as he had graduated from UA, Shouto had gone to work immediately. His father had envisioned his son becoming number one, but Shouto never deigned to progress into the popular hero rankings, not even breaking into the top two hundred. Many called him a “wash-out” or a “waste of a good quirk” but the comments never bothered him. Years of dealing with his fathers abuse had taught the man to harden his skin and ignore the hurtful words directed at him.

Instead, Shouto was content with a more laid-back hero career. One that allowed him to have long weekends and restful nights. His favorite perk of his slow-paced-work as a hero, was the fact that he had time to visit local shops and browse bookstores and chase after anything that caught his eye. Growing up under the stern rules of his father, the young man had never been allowed to have interests of his own.

With freedom, Shouto found that he enjoyed cat cafes, and turmeric tea, and he gained a hefty appreciation for reading. The man loved any subject he came across, from fiction to horror and all the way to (surprisingly) romance. He voraciously tore through every book he could get his hands on, which is how he discovered his favorite subject.

You.

It had been his favorite type of day, a rainy one, when he first took notice of you. Rainy days were preferred because they warranted a warm drink while he read, listening to the soft plitter of rain against the large library windows. He had gotten immersed in a book about the intricacies and relation of nature and art, when some uncoordinated person bumped into the table he was seated at while they rushed past. His coffee had spilled over the book and into his lap, causing him to hiss in surprise as he dealt with the fact that not only was the book probably ruined, so was his chance of having kids. Worst of all, the person had run off, leaving Shouto to internally seethe as he was forced to try and clean the mess by himself. It was hopeless to try and dry the book, and he feared ripping it, so he went in search of a staff member.

You were organizing books on a high shelf, perched upon a little stepladder as you sorted through the titles. Shouto had to simply clear his throat to catch your attention, your eyes immediately falling on the coffee-soaked book in his hand. You quickly climbed off the stepladder as you assessed the situation, and Todoroki realized once your feet hit the ground that you were nearly the same height as him. Unusual, but not extraordinary. He followed you closely as you led him through the library, assuring him gently that “this sort of thing happened all the time”. That was admittedly a pleasant surprise. Shouto had expected to be made to pay damages immediately, scolded, and kicked out. Instead you were gentle, and kind, and your hands were so, so soft as they brushed against his when you gingerly took the soaking wet book from his grasp.

He didn’t know it at the time, but that’s when his obsession began to take root.

He started seeing you everywhere around the library. Always stacking books or organizing the titles, keeping your gentle hands busy. He had begun to subconsciously look for you, feeling unsatisfied and irritable if he left without seeing you through the aisles. Shouto always blamed it on something that disagreed with his stomach, or the weather being too warm. It never crossed his mind that he was beginning to develop feelings for the quiet little librarian. His quiet little librarian.

The day the realization dawned upon him had already been eventful for the hero. He was unwinding by picking up a short book of poetry, sitting in one of the many deep armchairs the library had scattered in a designated “quiet space”. It was merely coincidence that you were working on the other side of the space. Shouto hardly even realized you were there, but his subconscious mind felt safer while he was near you, and sitting anywhere else filled the pro-hero with a slight itch that something was not right. Shouto’s attention had been pulled from his book when a Patron began talking to you, asking in a loud stage whisper where the “smutty romance books were” You had blushed such a pretty pink, stammering out a reply as you directed the woman to the right aisle. Cute.

It was less cute when a male patron approached you a while later, Shouto unable to keep himself from frequently glancing at you and your still-pink cheeks. At this point, his book was simply a cover to keep the man inconspicuous as he slyly watched you. The other patron had been a much better whisperer, and despite Shouto’s keen hearing, he wasn’t able to make out anything other than the soft lilt of your voice contrasting with the rough hoarseness coming from the patron. Something was said that had you smiling bashfully, pointing the patron towards a shelf which they immediately wandered towards.

Shouto had to stop himself from ripping the book he held in half.

He had left shortly after, unable to sort out the myriad of feelings rushing and surging inside him. The man rushed home, unable to get your innocent blush and sweet smile from replaying over and over in his mind. Shouto wanted that to be caused by him; for him to be the one that flustered you and made you squeak in embarrassment, to watch your face scrunch up as you cried. He wanted those reactions to be because of something he did, not anyone else. He wanted you.

He needed you.

It was easy, really. Almost frighteningly so. Finding out your home address was as simple as following you back to your small apartment. Then it was a matter of coming back while you were working and picking the lock to get inside. This was elementary work for the pro-hero, and the man felt a surge of possessiveness as he thought about how accessible you were to others. What if he was someone who was breaking in with bad intentions? You didn’t have the capability to protect yourself.

He went through your mail, gleaning your name and other tidbits of information as he worked, the entire time thinking of how vulnerable you were. It had been effortless for him to get to this point. But then again, you were so naive and trusting you would probably let anyone in your apartment, like a lamb opening the gate for a wolf.

Shouto began following you. His weekends were no longer spent chasing after multiple interests. Now he only chased one. The hours he didn’t spend working, he spent watching you from a distance, taking care to stay out of sight so as to not scare his librarian. Shouto made sure that any man who did cause your heart to beat faster (whether out of fear or arousal) was taken care of quickly and silently. You didn’t deserve to have other men causing you trouble.

Over the months the young man learned so much about you. Every new fact or tidbit he gleaned cemented the reality that you were perfect for him. Shouto was still of the mindset that love wasn’t for him; love meant pain and absence and hurt. All he felt when he looked at you, when he was around you, was a deep warmth in his heart, and and need in his mind. He wouldn’t mess up like his parents, like his father did.

No, love wasn’t for him; he didn’t need to love you. Shouto was going to own you, possess you in every sense of the word.

You were his, and changes would have to be made in order to make you realize that.

Shouto began preparing

There was only one thing in the world that made him feel, and that was you.

If you were the only person in his life, he needed to be the only person in yours.

You were going to be his

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Writeblr Intro Time!

Hiya! This is so overdue and I apologize for that lol. I’ve been meaning to write this but school seems to always be getting in the way of just that. Writing. But here I am finally writing this! And yes my username is a pun of my own last name but I just couldn’t resist.

So basically, I really want to surround myself with other writers and have stumbled across tons of writeblr’s (I think that’s what they’re called lol). Instantly I was in love and wanted more of what the community had to offer. I’ve been a self-proclaimed “author” or writer since my early years of grade school. I was that child in the back of the class with ADHD that couldn’t sit still (the cliche bouncing leg and always chewed down nails) and had what my mother called an “overactive imagination”. My notebooks in high school were often filled with wild stories about “galaxies far far away” or dystopias with cruel governments ruled by dictators. Now I’m in my second year of college swamped with classes about the Psychology of criminals (or I like to call the science of murder), and trying to find time to write a novel. So the struggle is real my dudes.

A little about Me:

Hana

She/Her

Pisces

Asexual

Forensic Psychology Major and English with a concentration in Writing Minor

Book hoarder

Dog Mom

Vintage AF

Low Key Emo Punk because I’m no average white girl!

History nerd (Love learning about the old wars and cultures)

Movie nerd (There’s an endless stack of DVDs in my house)

Fandoms:

The Mandolorian (or the ManDADolorian)

Star Trek

Star Wars

Hannibal

X-Files

King Falls Am

Welcome to Nightvale

Transformers (Obviously not the bad movies lol. Bumblebee is baby and must be protected always.)

Good Omens

Sherlock

Lord of the Rings

Marvel (There are so many shows and movies in this category we would be here all day if I tried to list them.)

Timeless (Not sure if the fandom is still alive after what the writers did to one of our ships lol)

DC (I’m a huge Batman geek and adore Wonderwoman, but I take the good with the bad when it comes to this fandom. Especially movie-wise anymore.)

And there’s probably more but my memory isn’t working currently.

Goals?. . . maybe:

Get my novel finished (This has literally been on my To-Do List for who knows how long.)

Meet more writers/new writers.

Improve my poetry (I suck at poetry so I bad I never let it see the light of day, so I need to work on it.)

Start my bullet journal.

Wips:

Okay by now you all know I have at least 1 Wip because I mentioned getting a freaking novel done, but just as a precaution as to what I mean by Wip or Wips. I get distracted quite easily, for some odd reason my brain absolutely loves to jump from one idea to another for no absolute reason. Like WTF dude we already have an idea we’re working on why do you keep bringing all these new ones to me like stray dogs. And like any good dog Mom or distracted writer, I want to keep all the ideas/stray dogs. So, when I say Wip I mean “Look at this cool idea I came up with” and I’ll make sure to specify which one is hogging most of my time.

Renegade: Dystopian, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

This is my baby. Most of my free time is dedicated to adjusting plotlines, character arc’s, fixing freaking plot holes, and other important stuff other than just plain writing. I’m hoping to finish this also monster of a story by 2020 and get it published. So big stuff!

“So tell me little wolf do you want to punish those who have wronged you?” An assassin known as the Crimson Ghost makes their way through the corrupt city-state of Ashton completing a job given to them by the Black Rose. What is a seemingly normal job though turns into something far more complicated when they stumble upon the fractions of an abandoned notebook from the past. A past the Republic is trying to desperately hide and bury no matter what. On the other side of the world in the Republic’s capital Eshar, plainly referred to as “The Prodigy” or “machine” by his superiors, Eric Coalwood has built a life upon the ashes of his family, striving to meet the high expectations set before him by his mentor General Wolfheart. However, his life falls out of its normal day to day routine when the unexpected is asked of him. Command a task force made up of the Republic’s most wanted or his life is over. Eric doesn’t need reasons for why he must do what he has to, all he needs are orders and the Republic is more than happy to give them. Either way the clock is ticking for both the Crimson Ghost and the Republic’s prodigy and with time running out they both have two options. Either get over their different beliefs concerning the Republic or allow the world to once again succumb to war but this time nobody is going to survive it. “Legends are slippery things. For the glory that coats them hides the pain, suffering and death that created them.”

The Trouville Files: Dystopian, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

Not my biggest priority but definitely one of them considering the plot of this story. I mainly use this wip as a reference for Renegade because it’s actually the prequel to it. Also, it’s great to use as writing practice when I’m plagued with writer’s block for Renegade or frustrated with a plot hole. So this is my double-edged sword that does a lot of good.

“Death in these black days is neither kind nor quick.” The year is 2153, the world we know is nothing more than a wasteland strewn with the dead and a sky being choked by their ashes, not glorious and thriving but desolate and starving. The Red Death, a pandemic with a steady progression and a gruesome countdown to the demise of those infected. No one outruns it or survives it. “United we stand, divided we fall.” The Allied Nations, a totalitarian superpower, promised a united people but all they gave this world was more death and destruction. The Red Death isn’t the only thing slowly killing humanity anymore, we are in the form of the War of Broken Pacts. The spark of revolution is lit, but if it will remain so is a question asked by everyone. Does it stand a chance against the iron-fisted government holding the people in shackles? “Rebel with a cause.” Genius Medical Officer for The People’s Republic, Cyprus Ramiro works day and night in search of a cure for the Red Death exterminating hundreds, at least before this war kills him first. But he is also a man on the run and the rebellion can only shelter him for so long. “Duty over pain.” Cunning Spy and Soldier, Orion Ultor is ordered by the Allied Nations to infiltrate and gather information on the ever-growing People’s Republic. In bold letters is Search and Destroy; make a ruin of the rebellion and ensure the Allied Nations remains as it should -- unquestionably in power. No matter the cost unless he wants to suffer the consequences again. “If we fall we shall rise from the ashes like a phoenix.” They should have never met, battlefields don't make good friends. It wasn't fate, it wasn't destiny, only war throwing people together. The Allied Nations is trying to stamp out something they fear, but can they before the Red Plague? Or will humanity find itself extinct.

Beyond his point is where I house my stray dogs/ideas

Hiraeth: Paranormal, Horror, Mystery, and Thriller.

Scooby-doo who?

Hiraeth means a homesickness for a home which you cannot return. That is how Arcane feels like she’ll never be home no matter how hard she tries to connect with her family. The closest she feels to being home is with her friends and in the worn leather seats of the van they all pitched in to buy. It all started out as a way to pass time and for all of them to escape their families because to be honest parents never understand, but it all turned sideways when a simple “ghost hunting trip” stirred something that was meant to remain buried. The truth never remains buried though, not really, somehow it will always creep back in ugly and twisted. Arcane has never felt “at home” but she’ll do whatever it takes to keep what she considers her family safe.

Sweet Dreams: Historical Fiction, Thriller, and Romance.

A literal dream turned into story plot and no I’m not kidding.

The Red String of Fate, The Lovers, and War. These are the three elements intertwined within the plot of Sweet Dreams but before anyone makes any assumptions this isn’t some chummy rom-com. There will be tears and heart strings may get yanked clean out because the angst is real. War and love never mix well, it leaves a sour taste in ones mouth and makes the mind question things it shouldn’t. Like is the woman in his dreams the same woman he sees in all his dreams? Constantly he somehow ends up spotting that same ruby red lipstick, honey golden eyes, and brunette hair laying in perfect curls. She’s everywhere except in his actual life. They say you and your soulmate share dreams, living proof of how intertwined souls are. She doesn’t believe in love or the idea of souls, not with the monsters roaming around the countryside and battlefield carrying assault rifles. Society tells her where her place is, but she disagrees and rather create her own destiny.

The Prophet: Paranormal, Thriller, Post-Apocalypse, and Science Fiction.

A short story I can’t seem to let go or it doesn’t want to let me go, but either way, this story has the makings for something great. It also at times seems strikingly similar to Good Omens, so don’t be surprised.

There’s no anti-christ in this story, he already has a book about himself so let’s not make another one besides there are other stories that need to be told. Such as, have you ever heard of modern day prophets and I’m not talking about those people with cardboard signs saying “the end is near!” or giant churches with people preaching about the end times. No, I’m talking about a kid with messy hair and dark circles under their eyes because sleep is no longer a choice due to migraines that plague them every night. Migraines that bring weird cryptic messages that make one question their own sanity. And what happens when strange people start asking about said migraines and messages?

Virago: Fantasy, Thriller, Historical Fiction, and Romance.

I’m not a huge fantasy reader, for some reason I can’t stay invested in them, but here I am with a fantasy story in my wips. It has mages, knights, assasination plots, and one super badass general who takes zero shit from her king. That’s right women empowerment, my dudes! I don’t really have much of a synopsis inline or a plot because this is only of those wips I let rattle around in my brain from time to time. But I will say it does give me that LOTR vibe but also Game of Thrones.

Don’t be surprised if you see my stray doggos from time to time because I will admit I love to play around with storyboards. Even if I don’t have a fully planned out plot put together for it.

And that concludes this what was supposed to be short Writeblr Intro. I hope I have peaked some of your guys’ interests because the community definitely got a hold of minee. Feel free to send me a message about anything I mentioned (even if it’s just fandom shit I don’t care) and don’t be shy. I’m a huge introvert but somehow love talking, so don’t worry it won’t be awkward and odds are I’m equally nervous about conversation lol. Also, feel free to add me to any taglist and reblog/like if you’re active and would like more Writeblr mutuals!

Happy Writing,

Writings-from-the-Hart

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Request: Yes / No Hi can you make a long imagine where Y/N Is a northsider but she's secretly dating Sweet pea But one night he gets mad over something and hardcore rough smut happens then after there finished Y/N's dad comes in and then the rest of the story you can make up ?lol Ps. Can you add some knife play In there somewhere? I feel really embarrassed but I trust you and I love your stories by the way! 😘💝💞 @animalcrossinglover28

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1605

Warnings: SMUT, Knife play, Daddy kink, and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name

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You would never think that Sweet Pea, the Serpent that hates all Northsiders would ever date one. But here we were secretly dating. I’m pretty sure our friends wouldn’t care about us dating, but my parents were like most of the other Northside parents, in the sense that they didn’t like the Southside. Now having a secret relationship meant that guys flirted with me and girls flirted with Sweets. I did get jealous sometimes, but I never went crazy over it. Sweet Pea on the underhand was very jealous. Any guy that even looked at me he would get very jealous. Today was no different. Reggie had been flirting with me again and I dismissed it like always, but Sweet Pea saw and for some reason it got to him way more than usual.

I was home alone, my parents were at work and they said they were going to be working late. I was working on homework when there was a knock on my window. I looked over at it confused. It was Sweet Pea. I got up looking confused and shocked and opened the window for him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked confused.

“You said you were home alone.” He said and I nodded still confused.

“I am, but that doesn’t tell me what you’re doing here.” I said and pulled me to him.

“What was the Bulldog doing with his hands on you?” He growled in my ear and my eyes widened.

“Sweet Pea, that meant nothing!” I said.

“What are you supposed to call me?” He asked and I knew where this was going.

“I’m sorry daddy.” I said and I felt him smirk as he started to kiss my neck. He unzipped the skirt I was wearing and it fell to the floor. He grabbed my ass with his large rough hands and I bit my lip.

“We’re gonna do something new tonight since you need to be punished.” He said and pulled off my shirt. He tossed me on my bed and I watched him pull out his pocket knife. My eyes widened in shock.

“Do you trust me?” He asked and I stared at him for a moment, but I nodded my head. He smirked and took off his jacket.

“Good girl.” He said and crawled onto the bed. He started lightly dragging the blade across my skin and I felt bumps rise up on my skin. He pulled it away with a smirk and hooked his arm behind my back and lifted me up against him. His head rested in my neck and I felt the cold metal against my back. He cut my bar and pulled it off making my nippled harden as the cold air hit them. He kissed my skin and lightly nipped, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth. He started kissing down to my breast going back and forth teasing me. I was breathing heavily and he paused. He smirked up at me and started placing open mouth kisses on them instead. I whined and he pulled me closer swirling his tongue around my nipples. I tangled my hands in his hair and bit my lip. He suddenly stopped and dropped my body back onto the bed. He got up with a smirk and took off his shirt.

“Hands and knees, now.” He said in a demanding tone. I obeyed and got into position. I heard him taking off his jeans and then felt the bed move behind me. His fingers twisted in my hair and pulled my head back to him. My ass was in the air and my fingers were the only part of my hands touching the bed. It was a little hard to balance but Sweet Pea’s grip on my hair was helping me not fall. He caressed my ever growing wetness and I moaned in anticipation.

“Don’t be such a tease!” I moaned.

“Is that any way to talk to daddy?” He asked and smacked me hard on my ass. My toes curled and I slightly curled my fingers as well, but not much since I would have fallen if I tightened my hands into fists. He jerked my head back and smacked me again, I could feel the heat rise to my skin. He started moving his hand closer to my pussy and I tired hard to keep quiet this time. He stopped then grabbed his knife again. He slowly cut my underwear away and then tossed them away. He went back to his teasing and I felt him move his long finger in between my lips. He gently pressed on my clit and I jumped at the feeling and gasped but I held myself together. He pulled away and traced his fingers up my burning ass. I whimpered at the contact and I heard him let out a chuckle.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered into my ear and felt myself get wetter at those words. He turned me on my back and he smirked. He moved between my legs then pulled his knife out again. His smirk grew and I stayed still as he gently dragged the cold metal up my body. His head dipped between my legs and his tongue was touching everywhere but where I need it most. After what felt like forever his tongue hit my clit and I moaned. My hips bucked up making his knife dig into my skin a bit. He moved up my body and placed my leg over his shoulder and was smirking. He finally made it to my face and roughly pushing his lips to mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and I could taste myself. One of his hands moved down my body and pushed into my making my moan into his mouth. His other hand still holding the knife pushed my hips down and held me in place. His teeth dug into my bottom lip nearly making it bleed as he worked another finger into me. He started pumping fast and I moaned. He pulled away and moved to my neck.

“You wanna cum?” He teased as he felt my walls clench around his fingers.

“Please daddy.” I begged and I felt him smirk against my skin. He bit down on my neck making his mark for everyone to see. I could feel my legs tremble as I grew closer and closer.

“Cum.” He whispered in my ear and I threw my head back in pleasure. Once I was finsihed he pulled away and I fell to the bed tired, but I knew it wasn’t over. I looked over at him and saw how hard he was. He moved his knife to my wrist and gently dragged it up. He moved it across my breasts and down my other arm then back to my breasts and down between them. He added a bit of pressure and I hissed a little, I could feel a bit of blood come to the serface and he bit his lip.

“You look so sexy like this babygirl.” He said.

“I can’t waist any longer.” He said and put his knife on my bedside table. He pulled my legs apart and looked into my eyes. I looked at him with lust filled eyes and he slammed into me with such force. I moaned loudly and I was worried that my neighboors were going to hear me. I place my hand over my mouth to muffle the loud moans he continued to dragg from my mouth. He repeatly slammed into me and grunted, I looked into his eyes and saw jealousy like I’ve never seen before.

“You’re my girl!” He growled and I moaned.

“Yes daddy! I’m all yours!” I moaned and arched my back. My walls clenched around him and I couldn’t help it. I came before I could ask for permission.

“No one can make you cum like I can!” He growled and I slilently sighed, I wasn’t going to get punished. His thrust becam sloppy and I felt him pull out. He pumped himself a few times and came on my stomach. I laid on my bed breathing heavy and Sweet Pea sat back on his knees also breathing heavy.

“Well that was new.” I said our of breath.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What? You didn’t hurt me?” I said confused.

“You’re bleeding.” He said and pointed in between my boobs. I looked down and saw a small bit a blood, nothing that would leave a mark.

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad.” I said getting up and grabbed a towel. I cleaned myself up and grabbed a bandaid from my desk. I placed it on my cut and tossed Sweet Pea his clothes. The two of us got dressed and then he pulled me back onto my bed. The two of us cuddled under the covers.

“You were really jealous.” I said and he looked down at me.

“I don’t like seeing Reggie’s hands on you.” He growled and I placed a hand on his chest.

“You have nothing to worry about baby. You have all my love.” I said and pecked his lips.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m home so late. Your mother said she wouldn’t be-” My door opened and my father walked in. My eyes widdened and I jumped off my bed.

“Dad!” I said and then looked at Sweet Pea then back at my dad.

“What is a Snake doing in your bed?” He growled.

“Um funny story, Sweets run!” I said and he rushed out my window.

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