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i just published some fanfic after like a five year hiatus so for any new people this is just to clarify:
the last time i published work i was a minor (15-16) and had a strong fixation on bnha
i am currently a young adult and will write from that perspective
so please keep that in mind if you choose to read my other work 😭😭😭
ALSO i do plan on cleaning up my old work and masterlist layout (i might archive it entirely)
Weird abstract phase I had while I was falling in love with someone. The relationship is over but captured perfectly in these pieces. Enjoy the look into my cracked open mind and to the person I was for a minute. Much love xo
A Caged Bird.
Summary: Y/n is currently on tour when they're forced to postpone a concert in Gotham after threats against their life.
Pairing: Jason Todd x gn pop star reader
Tags: comfort, mention of anxiety, suggestive, please don’t take this seriously, so not canon it hurts
Word Count: ~3.1k
Breaking News: Concert in Gotham Cancelled after Bomb Threats Threats of explosive devices planted at Gotham Stadium force the up-incoming star, Y/n L/n, to postpone performance. Reports say-
Bruce promptly turns off the television. “Gordon says they don’t have any leads on the threats.”
“Do you think they’re credible? I mean what if it’s just a prank?” Dick asks, leaning against the wall of the Batcave with one leg propped up.
“In Gotham? Don’t be gullible. This isn’t the first time L/n has received threats not only against their life but for concerts too. It could be a stalker situation,” Tim says as he pulls up other reports of similar incidents.
“That’s not uncommon for celebrities, so why the big deal,” Jason brushes off with his arms crossed. “I mean why not amp up security. Aren’t there more important cases?” He begins to walk down the large staircase descending into the cave.
The hideout is massive with gadgets lining the walls and a massive screen with a console against the north wall. There’s a long table in the center with plenty of chairs to seat the Wayne’s family long nights of working cases. Tim is sitting at his habitat, a nearby desk covered with marked papers and coffee rings.
Bruce walks over to the center console. “Because this time seems more personal,” Bruce plays a recording from a phone call.
Try to sing your melody songbird. I’ll clip your wings if you try to leave your cage. Your trills are only meant for my ears. My songbird.
A faint music box can be heard in the background of the call with a ticking sound growing louder. The caller’s song-like threat turns into a distant chuckle.
“Tim’s stalker theory is the most likely. The caller is obsessed and possessive. It seems they’ve adopted the ‘If I can’t have you no one can’ mentality. It would then be safe to assume the stalker has Y/n’s location as well,” Bruce says before grabbing his phone.
“How’d you even find this recording?” Dick asks.
Bruce doesn’t answer. The three exchange glances and shrugs as they watch Bruce make a phone call.
“I’ll start trying to break apart the recording to see if there’s anything that can pinpoint the caller or their location,” Tim walks over to a computer and begins to type away.
“Even if the GPD are surveilling their location, they’re still compromised. Who’s to say the stalker isn’t already there, watching too?” Jason questions to Dick.
“I thought you said there were more important cases?” Dick prods. His question, laced with sarcasm and teasing.
“I think this case just got more interesting. That’s all,” Jason replied casually.
“He means he just realized how hot Y/n is,” Tim jokes.
“Don’t you have something to decipher or whatever,” Jason says annoyed rolling his
eyes.
Bruce rejoins the conversation. “Y/n is being relocated to somewhere safe.”
“Where?” Dick asks.
“Here.”
—
You were anxiously pacing your hotel room. It was a large suite with your things scattered about every surface.
“The police have been informed about the call. I’m sure they’re handling the situation,” Your manager, Pam, tries to reassure you as she tries to clean up and organize your bags.
“I can’t believe we had to cancel. This is ridiculous. I don’t want to stay in this hotel room forever,” You say while picking at your nails. Your voice is slightly weak from touring and pure frustration.
“You heard the call. It sounded serious. You can be in real danger. I don’t want to take any chances even if it means losing ticket sales,” She replies with one hand on your shoulder. “The label and I want to make sure you're safe above everything.
You sigh, closing your eyes with another deep breath. You walk over to your bed, letting your body sink into the sheets. You hear Pam say “Relax, let me handle everything.” Your head on autopilot only nodding her direction.
Pam pulls on the room divider while she’s on the phone leaving you to your thoughts. Your mind is blank as you try to make sense of the situation. You grab your journal that you had tossed onto your bed earlier that day. The journal is in your favorite color, personalized. It’s always been there for you to rationalize your feelings and a place for you to vent. The words you try to write morph into scribbles as your knuckle tighten around the pen. You press harder into the paper with each stroke leaving indents until you rip the paper. You take another breath not processing how much air you had been holding in. Your vision blurries with tears as you tear the page from your notebook. Between tears and deep inhales, you start writing again:
I suffocate myself with hands that aren’t mine Hold onto me Poked and prodded, I remain confined I tear apart what I build with every word Please steady me Plucked and preversed, a songbird dies
Barely reading over what you wrote, you place your pen into your notebook, marking the page before you place it back on the bed.
Pam reenters the room seemingly more cheerful than before. “Pack your things, Y/n! We’re leaving.”
“What?! What about the postponed concert? We can’t just leave Gotham. And the stalker?” You rise from your seat panicked and confused.
“Don’t worry we’re not leaving. It’s just a slight change of plans while they investigate the case,” Pam eases you. “And I think you’ll like these living arrangements more.”
—
Jason watched from his window a limousine drive up to the Manor. He scoffed at the notion of Bruce Wayne opening his arms to another victim. His generosity sometimes feeling like a sick joke. Jason grabbed his phone, pulling up his tab on Y/n. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious about you. Tim was half right about his interest in the case being tied to you but he’d never say to Tim’s face. Any information he found out about was solely for the betterment of the investigation and purely professional, even the songs of yours he listened to.
The men debriefed the case before your arrival. Bruce’s hospitality was just a way to protect your whereabouts and keep an eye on you. This made Bruce’s actions seem so selfless as a Gotham citizen lowering the drawbridge. The mansion was already covered in cameras, so they didn’t have to worry about your safety in that regard.
Jason left the window to leave for patrol with Nightwing. While you’d be getting comfortable in the mansion. The two were going to follow the leads Tim and Barbara found. Babs was called in to help by Tim, considering she had a better sense for those kinds of things.
Alfred and Bruce greeted you and your manager, Alfred promptly grabbing your bags.
“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Master Y/n and Miss Pam,” Alfred said with a small smile.
“This is Alfred. He takes care of the estate and can help you with any questions or concerns. I’m sure this wasn’t how you imagined your time in Gotham, but we hope you can make yourselves comfortable with this difficult time,” Bruce said sincerely.
“Thank you Mr. Wayne for opening your home for us,” Pam replied with exhaustion.
“Yes, thank you so much,” You repeated softly.
“Of course. Alfred will lead you to your rooms. I have some business to attend to,” Just as quickly as he spoke, Bruce left the manor towards what Alfred later mentioned was the garage.
Alfred guided you two throughout the manor’s main common areas. Finally reaching your bedrooms. Compared to the rest of the mansion, it was just as extravagant as you expected. The room was a deep shade of red with cream accents and bookshelves that adorned the walls. The bed looked relatively untouched as if no guest had ever slept in it. Your hotel suite was a shoebox, look at your room now. There were chairs and a coffee table by the window that overlooked the neighboring forest. Every decoration seemingly meticulously curated, reminding you of a Victorian library. Even the smell with a mixture of sunlight and an antique store, inviting you in.
“We’ll be serving dinner in ten minutes, Master Y/n,” Alfred said while leaving your bags by the door.
“Thank you Alfred. But before you leave I was wondering if there was a gym space I could use to rehearse.”
“Of course, I can show you tomorrow morning after breakfast.”
“Great, thank you again!” You smiled with your response before starting to unpack your bags.
Alfred nodded and closed the door gently as he left. You didn’t unpack much, except for your toiletries and your journal. You spent the remaining minutes before dinner to explore your room more, examining the fixtures. You knew if you were younger you’d be imagining if there were any secret corridors or closets as if it were Narnia.
When enough time passed you went downstairs to join everyone for dinner. By everyone it was only you, Pam, and one of Bruce’s children. The kid seemed to be a teenager with short dark brown hair that reached his eyebrows. You knew of the Wayne family and their philanthropy. You also had heard of Bruce’s affinity for adoption and knew of his sons.
“It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n. I’m Tim Drake,” He stuck his hand to shake yours. You smiled politely and shook his hand.
“Thanks for having us!”
Dinner itself was enjoyable. You and Pam shared stories from touring and the funny signs fans wrote for you, while Tim spoke about silly shenanigans with his brothers, Dick and Jason. Alfred joined you towards the end of dinner, chiming in with laughter and correcting any exaggerations of Tim’s stories. Time wasn’t a priority as you enjoyed each others’ company.
“So where’s the rest of the family?” Pam asked.
“Oh you know, Bruce is always busy with the family business and charity work. Dick and Jason are always coming in and out. They moved out some time ago, but they’ll stick around for a few days before leaving.” Tim smiled to himself before sipping his water.
“That must be nice being able to see them every now and then,” You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Tim being in a large house by himself so often.
“Yeah, but there’s always something to do around here, so I keep myself busy,” Tim added when in a few rooms over you could hear a door slamming and closing then heavy footsteps getting louder.
“Alfred, please tell me Tim left some food for the rest of us,” A man loudly says before entering the kitchen. His voice is slightly raspy and deep, different from Bruce’s.
“Master Jason, we are eating in the dining room along with our guests.”
You can hear the fridge door close and a muffled “Oh” as Jason enters the room. You immediately notice the white streak in his hair and scar on his face. He looked similar to Bruce with strong eyebrows and an intense gaze. He walks over to the table, leaning onto an empty chair in front of him, wearing black sweat pants and a white t-shirt.
“Hi, I’m Jason. You must be Y/n and Pam.”
“Hi, nice to meet you!”
“Yes, nice to meet you.”
“Will you be joining us, Master Jason?” Alfred got up from the table and began setting a plate for Jason in the kitchen.
“Not for long. I just want something to eat. I can take it up to my room. It’s been a long night,” Jason says following Alfred.
“You know you shouldn’t be taking food into your room.”
“Bruce doesn’t need to know.”
“That’s my rule, not Master Bruce’s.”
You could hear a groan before Jason entered the dining room again, but he was now holding a plate of food with a slight frown on his face. He didn’t say much as he sat and stuffed his face with a quickness that made you wonder how he didn’t choke.
“Jason, can you not be a pig for two seconds?” Tim asked sarcastically with a disgusted look on his face.
You laughed softly through your nose, watching the two exchange playful glares.
Jason started chewing loudly smacking his teeth.
“Gross. You’re only embarrassing yourself. I’m sorry about him.”
“Don’t worry. It’s all a little funny.” You said between stifled chuckles.
“See, they think I’m funny,” Jason replied with a smirk and raising his brows at Tim as if it were a challenge.
“You need to learn the difference between laughing at someone and laughing with,” Tim retorted while rolling his eyes.
“And you should learn how to not be such a smartass,” Jason replied.
Alfred stuck his head out the kitchen, “Are you boys being polite in front of our guests?”
With one question, the two quieted. You took this as a sign to wash up and get ready for bed.
“Thank you for an eventful first day, but I think I should go rest up,” You said while getting up from your seat.
“I think Y/n’s right. Thank you for dinner, good night everyone,” Pam added.
“Yes, good night everyone!” You said before leaving the room.
The men wished you both a good night.
You quickly showered, washing off the day, barely letting the water fully overtake you. You weren’t in the mood for a long relaxing shower, rather it was more like it was something you wanted to get over with. The same went with your other nighttime routines: brushing your teeth, washing your face, and moisturizing. It all passed as if your body wasn’t in control until you collapsed on your bed. You weren’t even under the covers for more than ten minutes before you were fast asleep.
Deep in slumber, you saw yourself outside of your body in a dark endless room. A sound grew louder, the phone call repeating from your stalker. There was nowhere to run. Each word stinging your skin and the shadows closing in. Your throat tightening with every breath until you were gasping for air clawing your hands at an intangible void as you watched yourself flail trying to regain control of your body.
Suddenly, you force yourself awake. Your eyes scan the room, remembering you’re not in your bed–you haven’t been in your own bed for some time. This wasn’t the first nightmare you had on tour and you doubted it would be your last.
You tried to stabilize yourself with deep inhales, but that wasn’t enough. You weren’t going to be able to sleep now. To clear your head, you throw on a robe, grab your journal, and head to the kitchen for water. You quietly made your way downstairs to find that you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.
“Oh–hey,” Jason looks up at you as you enter the kitchen. You smiled to yourself as you noted that he was at the counter drinking milk and cookies.
“...Hey,” You replied awkwardly as you tried to quickly get your water.
You were about to leave the kitchen with your drink when Jason said, “Alfred’s gonna be pissed if he finds out you took something from his kitchen to your room.”
“Right. I forgot about that,” You felt even more awkward than before.
“I would say that I wouldn’t snitch, but Alfred always finds out,” Jason joked. “I can leave the kitchen if you want to be alone. There’s a lot of quiet places around here.”
“No, no, don't leave. It's okay,” You assured him. “I just needed some water.”
“Then what’s with the journal?” He motioned with his head towards your notebook.
“Ahh well when I can’t sleep, sometimes writing helps.”
“You an insomniac too?”
“Not really, just had a nightmare. But I’m guessing you are, considering the milk and cookies. All you’re missing is a bedtime story and a lullaby,” You taunted.
“You know that doesn’t sound too bad. You offering to sing me to sleep?” He cocked his head to the side as he asked his question.
You chuckled, “Not without a price.”
“How about some cookies and milk?” He pushed the plate towards you.
“Sounds like a deal,” You said, grabbing a cookie.
“Take a seat. I’ll get you some milk,” He directed, then got up from his seat to get your drink.
You promptly finished your water, then sat on the stool one seat over from where Jason sat. You were conscious of your every word and action, but you weren’t anxious in the same way when you awoke from your nightmare.
“So do you usually get nightmares?”
“Not often, but when I’m on tour they can happen more frequently.”
Jason gently placed the cup next to you before sitting down. His body was completely turned to face you as you spoke.
“Considering recent events, I’m not surprised I got a nightmare, but it’s like I’ll never be used to it.”
“Yeah, that feeling of your heart pounding against your ribcage while the rest of your body tries to catch up. It’s hard to adjust to. At this point, I think I got insomnia to avoid the nightmares.”
“That’s reassuring,” You joked, dipping your cookie into the milk before taking a bite. “I can’t afford not sleeping, especially while I’m on tour. That’s why I have the journal. It helps me rationalize what I’m feeling and sometimes I get some inspiration for songs too. Maybe it’ll help you.”
“I’ve tried a lot of stuff, but nothing really calms me down like warm milk and cookies.”
“I guess that’s fair.” You two sat in silence for a beat, eating from the pile of cookies until it was finished. “I assume I owe you a song now.”
“Nah I think I’ll hold onto that and cash it in later,” Jason said with a smile.
“Don’t make me nervous, now.”
He laughed to himself then stood up. It wasn’t until now that you realized how he towered over you. His entire body engulfed you. His shoulders. His torso. All left you in a shadow as you looked up at him. “Don’t worry. Talking to you was enough to put me at ease.”
You looked slightly offended at his comment, which he registered immediately.
“What I mean was it was nice talking to you. Sorry that came out wrong,” He corrected while rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
You smiled, “That’s a relief.” You stood up facing him. The distance between you only a stool wide, but Jason slightly leaning over the edge of the imaginary line drawn by the stool’s presence. “It was nice talking to you. Thanks for the company.” You stare into his eyes, admiring every stray hair and eyelash, how his hair grazed his eyebrows.
He maintained eye contact, noticing how your eyes reflected the soft light coming from outside and how it warmed your reflection. “Well I’ll be here for all your late night troubles. Just say the word.”
A/N: I'm currently working on a part 2, but I don't have an exact plan on the number of chapters. So watch out I guess lol
hey everyone i dont know if anyones going to actually read this but i just wanted to officially say im on hiatus. to be quite frank my mental health has been on the decline. ive fallen back into some bad habits and i havent been this bad since two years ago. regardless of the fact, i havent been that active on here recently either. but anyways i don’t know how long this will take maybe a week or a month im not sure. i might post things here and there but thats it. im sorry yall :/
THERE’S A HEADCANON ABOUT A DEAF! BAKUGOU WHO TURNS OFF HIS HEARING AID EVERY TIME DEKU TALKS BYE 🏃🏽♀️
AND THEN IMAGINE DEKU TRIES TO SIGN TO HIM AND HE JUST CLOSES HIS EYES SIDNSKJJEJS I CANT
chadwickboseman It is with immeasurable grief that we confirm the passing of Chadwick Boseman.
Chadwick was diagnosed with stage III colon cancer in 2016, and battled with it these last 4 years as it progressed to stage IV.
A true fighter, Chadwick persevered through it all, and brought you many of the films you have come to love so much. From Marshall to Da 5 Bloods, August Wilson’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and several more, all were filmed during and between countless surgeries and chemotherapy.
It was the honor of his career to bring King T’Challa to life in Black Panther. He died in his home, with his wife and family by his side.
The family thanks you for your love and prayers, and asks that you continue to respect their privacy during this difficult time.
Photo Credit: @samjonespictures
serious question: do ppl still read jack frost fanfics bc like i just came up with an idea and i like 👁👁
Tag game! And I got tagged by @bogbees (hoW THE FU-)
Rules: tag 10 people you want to know better and answer the questions
Relationship status: Currently dating @mx-ace
Favorite Color: Purple, typically pastel and/or lighter purples
3 favorite foods: Grilled cheese, ice cream, and spaghetti
Song stuck in my head: Can’t Help Falling in Love, the original version by Elvis
Last song you listened to: Mister Jewel Box by Tophamhat-Kyo
Last thing you googled: Aph Pirate England (I needed a ref for a drawing)
Dream trip: I want to either visit someplace tropical and warm like Hawaii, or visit 1 of 2 places in Japan: Akihabara, or Kyoto.
Anything you really want: Cosplay wigs/outfits, for COVID to end, to spend more time with my girlfriend, more pins and stickers, and a drawing tablet.
Tagging: @mx-ace @kirschetalia @cass-withsass @jmeyerss (or @jmeyerss-thoughts, whichever account you choose to use), @a-sleepy-gnocchi, @whyamievanheere
OK BUT LIKE-
How the hell did I get tagged by bogbees, AKA an artist that I look up to a lot? What hath I done to deserve such a gift? fr tho bogbees, I love you and your art hun. Thanks for tagging me!
obligatory thanks for the tag
Rules: tag 10 people you want to know better and answer the questions
Relationship status: Currently dating @hana-tries-to-write (she’s camping rn tho so she wont see this)
Favorite Color: Purple no it’s not bc of shinsou stfu
3 favorite foods: uhhh imma be real generic: pizza chicken burgers bitch im basic as fuck
Song stuck in my head: king of new york from newsies
Last song you listened to: king of new york from newsies
Last thing you googled: desktop background ideas
Dream trip: i wanna go to canada
Anything you really want: honestly nothing im fuckin good
Tagging: @anarchytheselfshipper @red-riot-rat @gayfanficanonymous and anyone who wants to do it
also emmiju, if youre an avid fan of someone theyre gonna notice you
thats how we’re mutuals now, you consistently were first to like my shit and i fuckin noticed it
n e wayz-
Rules: tag 10 people you want to know better and answer the questions
Relationship Status: currently getting fucked by depression, anxiety, and trauma. other than that, single.
Favorite Color: Green
3 favorite foods: bagels (bc of nagito), chocolate chips, and garlic mashed potatoes (don’t fucking @ me on that. garlic mashed potatoes are superior than regular mashed)
Song stuck in my head: Maggie’s Far, by Bob Dylan
Last song you listened to: Highway 61 Revisited by Bob Dylan
Last thing you googled: can i bitchslap a toddler and get away with it
Dream trip: ummmm tokyo ig
Anything you really want: money for cosplaying nagito komaeda
Tagging: @ everyone who wants to do this!
I didn’t get tagged but thought I’d do this, seems fun!
Relationship Status: Married to 99+ fictional characters and celebrities in my fantasies.
Favorite Color: Pink (vintage or baby) and black.
Three Favorite Foods: Milk, curry, any sort of homemade seafood or sushi.
Song Stuck In My Head: THIS SPECIFIC EDIT VERSION OF HOMAGE BECAUSE UGH!
Last Song I Listened To: Wires by The Neighbourhood.
Last Thing I googled: “rdj age?”
Dream Trip: Rome or Japan.
Anything I Really Want: Fictional characters to be real and love the hell out of me please I’m affection deprived and I want to marry them all–
Dearests~ @simpgameplays @ayye-ayye @animeboihoe @trashys-things @silentxraiin @thatfanfictionwriter @groundzeroagency @thedarkqueenofmelancholy and anyone else who wants to do this!!!!
Ooo I haven’t done one of these in a hot minute 👀
Relationship Status: Married to some fictional hubbies, very lovely people (iwa why aren’t you real 😭)
Favorite color: black and green :) green is the best, especially emerald
Three favorite foods: just that homemade Mexican food 🤤
Song stuck in my head: Summer Nights - Lil Rob (this is a whole vibeee)
Last song I listened to- I saw her standing there- The Beatles
Last thing I googled: Is Bad Bunny engaged? 😭✌️
Dream Trip: Japan or Brazil (or any Latin country)
Anything I really want: For spooky season to begin, for the love of god I’m so ready. I need some new candles tho 🤔
Tagging: @pm4gal @groundzeroagency @thatfanfictionwriter @bubblyteatime @bubbleteaa @anxiousbabysun @salty4tsukki @greywritesfics @1-800-wholesome @iwoulddieforaizawa @yamagucciii @akiiyukii and anyone else who wants to do this!
thanks pat for the tag!! hope ur doing well :-)
relationship status: i currently have a boyfriend of 2.5 years :-)
favorite color: i love like mint/pastel green, i tend to wear a lot of neutral colors though like black
three favorite foods: hmm ice cream, shanghai, and anything chicken really
song stuck in my head: magic by one direction 🥴
last song i listened to: velvet elvis by kacey musgraves
last thing i googled: vanilla coconut milk starbucks recipe card (a customer ordered one today and i could not find the recipe card for my barista so i had to google💀)
dream trip: italy or japan 🤩
anything i really want: i would like the cold weather to just be here, i hate the heat.
tagging: @katsushimaa @kirislut @fait-de-fleurs @min-nevermind @fait-de-fleurs @christianacj27 @yamaguchi-stan @mrs-kuroojinguji
omg hi ren it’s been a minute <3 thanks for the tag, I hope college is treating u well !!!
relationship status: single aha bc high school boys are NOT the move
favorite color: purple
three favorite foods: tacos, cherry popsicles, donuts
song stuck in my head: uhhhhh marcelline by willow
last song I listened to: it was probably WAP 😳 but I’ll say in my dreams by kali uchis
last thing I googled: college board ap art —screw the college board but also I’m taking ap studio art and I still don’t know what to do for my concentration :(
dream trip: spain w the girls 😌☀️ or japan w the boys 😎✌️
anything i want: someone an anime boy to hold my hand and play with my hair and also can I graduate already 🤨
tagging: @my-mass-hysteria @cadekagi @skiyoosmi @influxencer @kiribakutrash33 @bakubabyy @tetsufairy @nobelaniroze @olisrip @suna—rintarou
ahhh tyty i think youre pretty cool too :(
relationship status: single bc im too busy being in love bakugou 😳😳
favorite color: pink :))
three favorite foods: rice and beans, tamales de elote, sushi
song stuck in my head: probably wap hfsjldfjl
last song I listened to: punch - nct 127 lmao
last thing I googled: dabi - i was doing dabi makeup last night 🥴
dream trip: either backpacking across europe or going to japan or south korea with my friends 😌
anything i want: honestly a lot of things one of which being happiness kastuki bakugou.
tagging: @lilsparkyswife @bokutokoutarou @gogohaikyuu @bestbakubros
IM READING THE MAX LOBO LETTERS AND SHIT HURTS
la douleur exquise.
a/n : pt.2 to the satisfied fic :))
summary : la douler exquise, a feeling described as the heartbreaking pain of wanting someone you can’t have.
pairing : Todoroki x fem!reader, Momo x Todoroki
word count : +2k
warnings : angst (!!!), fluff
Growing up you thought nothing much of the idea of love. You had more important things to worry about. You didn’t have time to fall in love. It’s not that you had anything against love. Rather, you admired those who were in love. You admired the way they chased after what they wanted. In a way, you found it inspiring. You wish you were like that.
You were always surrounded by love. Your parents weren’t ones to shy away from displays of affection. And your sister, in some ways, was infatuated with the idea of love. She loved love. Like you, she admired your parents. The good, the bad, you could see how much Momo wanted to fall in love.
So when Todoroki entered your lives it didn’t surprise you when Momo told you how much she loved him. It had been a few months since that night and it’s safe to say Todoroki was basically living at your house. He would spend most of his days with Momo in the garden and have dinner with your family. You tried to avoid them as much as possible. If they were outside drinking tea, you were inside making a snack. And if they were inside, you were outside hanging out with Iida and some other friends.
Obviously this plan wasn’t foolproof. Fortunately at times like this you were grateful Todoroki was a man of few words. And this was one of those times. You and Todoroki were both in the kitchen. Momo had gone out with some of her friends, which meant Todoroki was left alone with you. She had told you to “keep him company” saying that she “didn’t want him to be alone”.
You figured you weren’t going to be able to avoid him all the time. So you just decided to get this over with. It was only gonna be for the day.
Todoroki was sitting at the island in the kitchen as you fixed yourself some breakfast. It was around 10 in the morning and so far you have only exchanged a few words.
“Did you eat yet?” Your back was to Todoroki. You were grabbing things from the fridge.
“Not yet.” His voice was soft. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss hearing his voice.
“I’m making eggs, do you want some?”
“Yes, thank you.”
You hum in response. It was quiet as you made breakfast. But it wasn’t awkward. It was nice. Outside you could hear the birds. You always enjoyed it. It was calming. And honestly you could use the peace. But a part of you was worried. It felt fake. A false sense of serenity. A calm before the storm and you didn’t like that.
In that silence you had finished making breakfast. You served both Todoroki and yourself. His face wore a similar expression from when you first met. It was distant. As if his mind was long gone. Your eyes lingered. His posture never faltered. Even in the company of friends he remained composed. He looked perfect. Every hair neatly in place. Not a wrinkle in sight. His sharp jawline. And his eyes. There was something different about his eyes today. They were softer. You couldn’t tell if he was tired or if it was something else. Maybe both. But it was different. And you wanted to know.
You wanted to know everything about Todoroki. From his greatest fears to his least favorite song. Everything. You wanted to know what made him happy and what made him cry at night. You wanted to see a side of Todoroki nobody sees, even Momo. You wanted to know what you meant to him. You wanted to know if he felt the same way about you. God, you wished he felt the same way about you. If only you could read minds, then this whole problem would be settled. Then your thoughts wouldn’t be so knotted and your crying wouldn’t be as frequent.
You stared at the countertop as you ate. You refused to make eye contact with Todoroki unless you had to. Call it self-defense, but you knew the second you met his eyes you would crumble. And you had to stay strong. Your hands gripped the fork tighter as you tried your best to hold on.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” You stuffed the rest of your breakfast in your mouth and put your dish in the sink.
“You sure? I mean I know it’s not my place to ask, but-”
“I appreciate it Todoroki, but I’m fine.” You sat back down across from him with a small smile.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He looks at you with those soft eyes.
“What is it?” This time you looked up and regretted it immediately. Any strength you had was gone. Your body felt heavy as you tried to move. You struggled to hold his gaze. If you looked for too long you worried you were going to be the one in pieces.
“Do you hate me?”
There it was. After everything, this was it. A being as delicate as porcelain only to be shattered by the one they loved. And this the catalyst.
“Why would you think that?” Your eyes shot back down to countertop.
“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me and I thought we were friends. So the only explanation would be that you dislike me.” Todoroki spoke in a gentle voice. Fragile almost.
“Of course we’re friends Todoroki.” You tried to reassure him, in hopes that he wouldn’t break. You held back your feelings for Todoroki so Momo wouldn’t crack. And now you had to protect Todoroki so he wouldn’t. Everyone is fragile in one way or another. Either on the verge of breaking or already in pieces. And all you could was protect those you cared about so they wouldn’t meet the same fate you did.
“But you were avoiding me, right?”
“Yes.” There was no point in lying now. You knew that. And you were prepared to deal with the consequences of that.
“Why?”
“I can’t say.”
“Why not?” His voice rose. Slightly louder.
“It’s complicated.” You figured it was better to speak quickly in shorter sentences.
“Then explain it to me.”
“I told you I can’t.” You watched as his face formed into something you haven’t seen. Anger? Disappointment?
“What’s so complicated that you can’t tell me?” The annoyance in his voice was now visible.
“Just drop it Todoroki.” You got up from your seat and began walking to the stairs, hoping to escape to your room. But Todoroki caught your arm, forcing you to face him.
“You’re even avoiding me now. What is it?”
Being this close to Todoroki you could finally see what was so different about his eyes. It had nothing to do with lack of sleep. And his face wasn’t angry or disappointed. He looked sad. His eyes were slightly red. It was all a facade. From afar it was perfect, but once you got up close you saw how fake it really was. You and Todoroki weren’t so different after all.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what would happen if I told you.” You looked away.
“What do you think would happen?” He tried to catch your gaze, his hand still holding your arm.
“Something bad.”
“How do you know that? You’re not some deity. No one has all the answers. You can’t just make assumptions like that. This has to do with me too. You’re the one avoiding me. Anyone would want to know why. It’s not like I don’t see you laughing and smiling with your other friends. And when you’re with me it’s like you’re a different person. Like there’s a wall or something that you’re trying to protect. I just want to know why. Please, y/n.” His other hand reached for your face, holding your chin and turning your face gently to look at him. He watched as you bit back a quivering lip and your eyes glossed over.
“I like you, Todoroki.” There was no going back now. You continued, tears in your eyes, “I know it sounds silly. I’m sorry. I know Momo likes you. I never meant for you to think I hated you. It’s quite the opposite. You’re all I think about. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to know more about you. I still do. I know this is unfair to you. But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my sister. I hope you can understand.”
“You like me?” He slowly let go of you, dropping both of his hands.
“Yes. You don’t have to give me an answer. I’ll just leave you alone now.” Your voice was quiet. Almost a whisper.
You turned and began walking upstairs. But once again you were pulled back. And before you could say anything, Todoroki’s lips pressed against yours. For a second you didn’t know to do, but soon enough your body slowly melted into his. His arms wrapped around you. His lips were soft, just like you had imagined. He wasn’t forceful. But he held you close. Everything you worked so hard on, was now in pieces. The feelings you tried so desperately to hide were now in the open. And for that moment it felt right. This was what you were waiting for right? The chance to finally feel Todoroki against you, holding you, kissing you. It felt so good, but what about Momo? You had completely forgotten about your sister. With her in your mind you couldn’t get her out. What would she think if she walked in right now? Todoroki’s lips all over yours and your hands tugging on his hair. She would hate you. You couldn’t do this. You pushed Todoroki away, out of breath.
“I can’t. What about Momo?”
“What about Momo?” He repeated your words a bit confused,
“Don’t act dumb you know exactly what I’m talking about. Momo likes you. Aren’t you dating?” You couldn’t help but be angry. This was the man you let your sister be with. It may have been hypocritical for you to think that, but he really didn’t care?
“Who told you we were dating?” He looks surprised. But why?
“No one I just assumed you were. I mean you spend basically every day with Momo.”
“That’s because you avoid me.”
“What?” You were a bit taken back by his statement. When did this become about you?
“Momo and I are just friends. You’re she does like me, but I rejected her. I never wanted to be in a relationship with her. I thought she told you.”
“You’re just friends?” They were friends this whole time? All this time you thought you were protecting Momo by hiding your feelings, but they were friends. God, you felt stupid.
“Yes. Only friends. So you can see, I had a hard time knowing you were avoiding me. I was so worried about it. I asked Momo for advice.” Todoroki carefully held your hands in his.
“Is that why she told me to watch you today?”
He only nods, a light blush dusting his cheeks. An expression no one has seen. You could only smile back in return.
“I can’t believe this was all a misunderstanding. I’m sorry for putting you through all of that, Todoroki.” In all honesty, you were a bit embarrassed. I mean you thought he was dating Momo for months.
“It’s okay.” Todoroki wrapped his arms around you once again, pulling you into a hug. “I can only imagine what you were feeling. Considering you thought I was dating your sister this whole time.”
Your face buried in his chest as his face snuggled into your neck. You hoped that the hug wouldn’t end. You didn’t want it to.
Was this the happy ending everyone sought after? You could see the appeal after months of trying to piece back together your heart. It was refreshing. If this was your happy ending, and you were happy to spend it with Todoroki.
a/n : i don’t want to get too personal, but like I was really in my feelings in writing this one. I would cry, write, cry, write. So this fic means a bit more to me. I hope you all liked it :)
not me crying bc i still havent recovered from banana fish 🙂
maybe its the fact that ive been reading atsumu x reader stuff or i was just rewatching haikyuu but im starting to find him ✨bearable✨
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satisfied.
a/n : this was heavily inspired by the Hamilton song of the same name.
summary : As Momo Yaoyorozu’s older sister you took care of her and were willing to sacrifice your chance at love for her happiness.
pairing : Todoroki x fem!reader, Momo x Todoroki
word count : 1.6k
warnings : angst, barely any fluff
His hair was red and white. A scar on his left side. He was closed off. He didn’t show any emotion. Almost unapproachable. But to you, to you he was everything. You loved his hair and how it fell perfectly on his face. You loved his eyes and how he looked at you. And although he was closed off to the rest of the world, it was like he was another person when he was with you. He may not have smiled, but when he did it was like everything was right in the world. You loved the way his cheeks filled when he ate. You loved how delicate he looked. It was as if you looked at him for too long he would break. You loved everything about him. You loved Todoroki, but so did she.
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You first met Todoroki at a party your family was holding. It was very normal for your family to hold such parties for the elite families of Japan.
You were still getting ready when your younger sister, Momo, came into your room. “Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?”
You looked over to Momo, who was twirling. She had a huge smile on her face, as usual.
“You look as beautiful as always, Momo.” Momo was known as family beauty. She had the looks, personality, and smarts. Not saying you were anything less than that. It’s just compared to her, you weren’t the same.
As the oldest sibling, you took care of Yaomomo. Whenever any perv would try and make a move on Momo, you were the one who took care of her. You were entrusted by your parents to take care of her. Momo may have been smart but she had a difficult time saying no. So you were the one who would put those pervs back in their place.
You fixed your makeup as Momo made her way over to you. She sat next to you and watched as you made you sure no hair was out of place. She stared in awe. “You look amazing y/n.”
“What can I say, it runs in the family.” You smiled. You got up and held Momo’s hand as you both gracefully walked down the stairs into the foyer.
You were greeted by your parents, who simply smiled. You both bowed and entered where the other guests were congregating. Yaomomo and you made your way around the room shaking hands with the guests.
“Y/n. Yaomomo. It’s so good to see you,” Iida shook your hand. At parties like this, you spent most of your time hanging with Iida. He was one of the people your age who you actually got along with. You had gotten used to meeting stuck-up trust fund kids who would buy their way through anything. It annoyed you more than anything.
As you talked to Iida and Momo, he entered the room. You didn’t notice him at first. You were all too busy talking about tea, something that always managed to be a topic of conversation when Yaomomo was around, to pay attention to him. But when you did see him, your eyes would not leave him. You scanned him, taking note of the heterochromia and the intimidating man who stood in front of him. You assumed that was his father. You watched as his face wore the same expression. It was cliche of you to think this, but it was as if the rest of them went dark and it was him there. Everything went still and you could swear you forgot your name. Because at the time, all there was him.
You felt it was in your best interest to go talk to him. Your parents had always told you needed to widen your network and meet more people. And there was the fact that they were impatient and wanted nothing more than their eldest daughter to marry someone with status. It seemed that they had the same idea as well.
“Y/n. Come here, darling.”
You followed your parents as they led you to a man with a fiery, intimidating aura and an indifferent son.
“I’m so glad you could make it, Enji.” Your parents shook the man’s hand. “We weren’t expecting you to come.”
“I was able to make some time.” He moved to the side to introduce his son. “This is my son.”
His son stepped forward and bowed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Shoto Todoroki.”
Your parents wore big smiles, amused by Todoroki. “A pleasure to meet you as well. This is our eldest daughter.”
You bowed. “Hello, I’m y/n Yaoyorozu. The pleasure is all mine.”
After introducing yourself, your eyes met Todoroki’s. You didn’t dare break eye contact. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had started drooling. Thank goodness you didn’t though, you wouldn’t have been to rebound from that embarrassment. Nonetheless, you were mesmerized. From the way, he carried himself to the way his eyes sparkled like the prince he resembled.
“Y/n. Why don’t you take Todoroki to get a drink.”
You nodded and motioned for Todoroki to follow you. He didn’t say anything as you got drinks. The only words he muttered upon entering were those he said earlier.
“I’m guessing you don’t talk much.,” You looked at him with a soft smile. “That’s okay. I don’t really like these kinds of things anyway. It’s all just business deals and an excuse to flaunt power.”
“Yeah...That’s why I try to avoid these parties as much as possible.” His expression never wavered. You wondered if he knew how to smile. You were eager to learn.
You looked over to Todoroki’s father who looked uncomfortable as people began to surround him.
“Your father looks like the life of the party.” You motioned in his direction with a champagne glass still in your hand.
“Yeah. He loves these things like you wouldn’t believe.” He said with an over exaggerated expression as he swirled his drink.
“So you aren’t a robot?” You teased.
“Huh? Of course, I’m not a robot.” He looked confused.
“No, I was joking.” You thought that was obvious. This kid was almost as bad as Iida. “That was the most emotion you showed since you got here.”
“Oh...Sorry.”
“Hey, no need to apologize. I should know better than to make jokes like that. I just wanted to see what it would take to make you smile.”
He looked at you with big eyes like a puppy. You could bet if he had one, his tail would be wagging. “Why would you want to see me smile?”
“I think the real question is why wouldn’t I want to?” You retorted. “I just think you’d have a pretty smile that’s all. And if I’m being honest, making you smile would help put my mind at ease. Because then I would know that you don’t hate me.”
His face relaxed into a small smile. “You seem too nice to hate.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” You let out an exaggerated sigh and laughed. This made Todoroki laugh a little as well. “Woah, not only did you smile, but you laughed too?”
“I guess I did.” He smiled more.
You both stayed like this for a little while longer, enjoying each other’s company. And you loved every minute of it. You weren’t used to talking to people like this. It was refreshing. There was only so much you could take of Momo and Iida. You had completely forgotten about Momo. That was until you saw her. Her eyes were glued to Todoroki. You recognized that look. Helpless. She was smitten. You know what this meant. You took Todoroki’s hand.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I’m about to change your life.”
He laughed softly, curious as to where you were taking him. “Well then by all means.”
You had brought him to where Momo was standing.
“Momo Yaoyorozu. A pleasure.” Momo bowed. She was practically bubbling from excitement and all you could do was smile.
“Yaoyorozu?”
“This is my younger sister.” You had let go of Todoroki’s hand then and instead replaced it with your own. “I’ll leave you two to chat.”
You knew that leaving Todoroki with Momo was the best option. They looked perfect together. You didn’t want to get in between them. You knew Momo would take care of him. If it wasn’t you with him, you were glad it was Momo. At least then you would still have Todoroki. His eyes would still be in your life. That’s all that mattered. The only thing you wanted was for Momo to make him smile. If anyone needed to smile it was Todoroki. And even if did you manage to tell Momo about how you felt about Todoroki, that wouldn’t change anything. Sure, it would be you by his side and not her, but instead of you in pain, it would be Momo. And you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. As the eldest Yaoyorozu, it was your job to take care of Momo no matter what. She was too naive at most times. And you needed to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt. Ever since you were kids. You’d be the one to give up your toys when she cried. You would be the one to give her the last pink ice pop when that’s the one you said you wanted. You would give the world just so Momo would be satisfied. Even if that meant you weren’t. Even if it meant you’d never be satisfied. You could only wish that they would be.
i literally just woke up went to bed at 4 am and now i am once AGAIN crying over haikyuu
IM WATCHING FREE AND LIKE RIN-
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