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lovely-v · 4 days ago
4, 11 and 16 for the Tolkien ask thing :D -🌱
4. If you could have lunch with one character, who would it be and why?
I feel like the ONLY answer to this question is Sam because does he not canonically make the best food? cannot think of a character whose cooking goes off as much as his. remember when he made that soup? i do.
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probablyottrpgideas · a month ago
Tabletop Asks
In reference to the previous post: 1.) Game Master, Player or both? Why? 
I am currently lucky enough to be player in one game and DM in another (both 5e D&D), however ordinarily I am overwhelmingly the DM/GM. 
2.) When did you start role playing? How old were you? 
My first start with published tabletop adventures was actually quite late, in my second year of university when I was about 19, so 11 years ago now, with D&D 4e. However, I think my first freeform roleplaying experiences were with a mate of mine all the way back in primary school, where we had this quite extensive worldbuilding and characters. It was my first introduction to the idea that I wanted to be a writer.
3.) What was the first role playing book you ever owned? 
The 4e PHB, DMG and MM all at the same time. I had a job then, missed playing, decided “fuck it, I’ll start my own” and dived in.
4.) Describe the first game you ever ran or played in. 
A 4e Starters Box run on Keep on the Borderlands. I played a Dwarf Fighter out of the box, which I named Xzienne (which some of you know is my regular online handle). He was fun; in my oh-so-extra way, I kept my game notes as In-Character journal entries.
5.) Which system did you grow up with? 
D&D, all the way. Fourth edition and then Fifth, with a look at Third in between. But I’ve played about a dozen or two different systems all up.
6.) Which system do you play now? 
Predominantly 5e
7.) Longest campaign you’ve run or played in? 
My D&D “Empires Intelligence Services” campaign ran from 2016-2020.
8.) Where did you meet your current gaming group? 
I tend to throw my groups together from among various people I know from all over. My favourite group ever was the one formed entirely of cast members from our local theatre company production of Wicked.
9.) Strategic combat or dramatic plotlines? 
Does it need to be either/or? I feel like good drama gets you invested in the character’s outcomes, good combat (or puzzles or traps or whatever) gets you invested in the character’s actions. You want people to achieve their goals with emotional satisfaction but without just narrating to them; they need to feel involved in the process of making those goals come about. Challenges are not just there for the Power Gamers and the Slayers, they make the plotlines feel satisfying for everyone.
10.) Favorite RPG genre?
I love Science Fiction and I love Fantasy, and my own work so often smashes the two together. I write a lot of Contemporary/Urban Fantasy, and my D&D world is a magepunk magitech setting with spacefaring aircraft and so forth.
11.) Your first character. 
Xzienne the Dwarven Fighter, mentioned above. My first character I made though, on the other hand, not including NPCs, was much later. I think it was probably Tetsuo, my Shin-jin from a Dragonball RPG
12.) Your favorite character. 
Definitely Ortlinde. An Aasimar Witch who was the granddaughter of a Valkyrie, and was mad that the gods would be so callous as to bar her mother from Valhalla just because she wasn’t a warrior, and so tried to stage a coup against Asgard. Fuck she was cool.
13.) Your most ridiculous character. 
If not Ortlinde, then possibly Parian, my 13th Age Bard whose “One Unique Thing” (a 13th Age mechanic that I love) was that he could modify his spells on the fly by casting the verbal components as full poems, which I would write and perform in-session. I once got to add a Fear effect to a Thunderwave because I made it sound like the trumpets of judgement day, and I managed to cast Charm Person but with an allied player as the focus of the target’s charm by making the poem about their character.
14.) The best in-character line you’ve ever had. 
Not a lot of what other players have said have stuck with me, really. Possibly my favourite was Alice’s ranger in Castles and Crusades who said a whole lot of buckwild shit until my halfling begged her not to talk. 
Whereupon she shortly thereafter discovered a secret Dryad home inside a tree, and didn’t mention it to the party. When asked why?
“You told me not to talk.”
15.) Your most epic death. 
I haven’t died that often, to be honest. Probably the most memorable death was Parian, who got crushed in a moving wall trap and had to be scooped up in a bag and carried around as “bard soup” until a True Resurrection could be cast.
16.) Your most disappointing death. 
See above.
17.) Something that shouldn’t have worked, but did. 
Meliorn Metcalfe, Tiefling Spellbinder, orchestrating an ambush in a town square against the people who had been sending thugs to attack the party in their beds and stealing shit from the townsfolk. I set up traps (clay pots filled with caltrops and poison), used sunrods to blind the attackers while we had our backs to the light, and we greased the buildings around the area so that they couldn’t climb to safety. It went perfectly, even after they rocked up with a gargoyle.
18.) Something that went hilariously awry. 
Just recently I was playing in a Wildemount game which saw the party running Benny Hill style around an ancient lab from a Wight. In the process I got nearly killed by both flying knives and a very angry carpet.
19.) Your most memorable in-character moment. 
Ortlinde’s speech to Frigg, lambasting the Gods for their mistreatment of mortals. 
20.) The coolest item you ever got and how you came to possess it.
The Masque of Clavicus Vile, from the Elder Scrolls games, pulled from Niddhogr’s treasure hoard and buffing my Spell Save DC to 27 (including other stuff like class features for the Witch and another item which synergised with those). 
GAME MASTERS - Describe:
21.) Your favorite NPC and how the party reacted to him/her 
By far Celia Sapienza, Eladrin Kensai, who became the party Mum even though she was younger than a few of them. She’s now the head of the Empires Intelligence Services Northern Branch.
22.) A game you wish you could run or want to run someday. 
I’ve been eyeing off Dread, Skullduggery and Leverage for years, but I also recently got the Dishonoured game which looks sick as, and Blades in the Dark, and...
23.) Something you made up on the spot. 
So so much, but most recently I had a Marid sailor NPC who I had to improvise and entire story of his previous voyages. I did it in a Brian Blessed voice and the players, no shit, fucking applauded. 
24.) Your most successful game. 
The Wild Huntresses, finally figuring out who had killed the town alchemist and facing off against her and her pet Water Elemental in the caves beneath the hills. Such an epic game. God I miss that group.
25.) Your least successful game. 
Paranoia, but that’s just built into the premise.
26.) The craziest thing your players have ever done, and how it affected your plans. 
I had a player walk straight out the front doors of a castle under siege. I hit him with 2 dozen crossbow bolts. That guy was an asshole.
27.) Your favorite setting or game location. 
I massively love the idea of Eberron, and I love the MTG crossover settings like Ravnica and Theros. 
28.) Your creative process when you plan a game. 
Typically write about a page of notes for every 2-10 hours of gameplay, depending on the amount of combat expected. Things like important NPCs and what they want, where the party are expected to go in general terms and some ideas for things to throw at them when they inevitably wander off the path, that sort of thing. If it’s really plot important, though, I’ve been known to write pages and pages of lore and character info to hopefully seed into conversations. I also once wrote a full script that we did as a table read for a big conversation between a bunch of NPCs that the party were there to listen to but not be involved in. 
29.) The best / worst character concept you’ve ever heard. 
No character concept that fits within the rules is ever really bad, although sometimes the execution isn’t great. Some are very, very dumb, like say every character ever built or played by the asshole player I mentioned a few entries back.
30.) What makes GMing fun for you.
Players getting invested in the world and in each other’s stories. Nothing makes me feel better as a GM than being able to sit back while the players have a full in-character conversation with each other.
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taytootwisted · 2 months ago
— 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Jamel
2. Are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? :)
4. Are you easy to get along with? Ehh for the most part
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Fuck yeah
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? I like quiet men lol
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Wow I don’t think so
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? :)
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not really
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Tee
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Goodmorning
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
Callin my phone, trackstar, off the yak, no more parties, goat
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes, makes me sleepy
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Sometimes
15. What good thing happened this summer? We’re in a pandemic idrk
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Sure
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes!
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No lol
19. Do you like bubble baths?ehhh haven’t had one in years
20. Do you like your neighbors? I’ve only seen him once in a year maybe twice 😂
21. What are you bad habits? Smoking & procrastinating
22. Where would you like to travel? The tropics
23. Do you have trust issues? Yeah pretty severe
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? The blunt I face after work
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Ehhh just wish I wasn’t as tiny
26. What do you do when you wake up? Wake up?¿
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker
28. Who are you most comfortable around?my family & friends
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yep
30. Do you ever want to get married? Nope
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes need a cut
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Hmmmm lol
33. Spell your name with your chin. It just clicks buttons
34. Do you play sports? What sports? I use to! Soccer, basketball, track & volleyball
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Duh
37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing they don’t really bother me
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Tall dark handsome rich & kind & quiet & loves me more than life
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? I haven’t went shopping in so long I’m really crusty lol
40. What do you want to do after high school?HAHAHA
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Not everyone, but yes
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m in my thoughts
43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Let’s go to space babe
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Survival
46. What are you paranoid about? Nothing currently
47. Have you ever been high? Yep
48. Have you ever been drunk? Yep
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nope
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Grey
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Timmy Turner
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? A fatter ass but we working on it
53. Favourite makeup brand? Elf
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog? Tumblr duh
56. Favourite colour? Yellow
57. Favourite food? Spanish
58. Last thing you ate? Noodles
59. First thing you ate this morning? Nada but I want chic
60. Ever won a competition? For what? One time I won selling the most cookie dough for school in like 6th grade 🤣
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? About 30 times, a bit defiant
62. Been arrested? For what? Shoplifting & weed charges
63. Ever been in love? Very much so
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I think I was like in 7th grade I met up w the boy I had a crush on to hang at the park he was on a scooter. We did a lil peck kiss lol
65. Are you hungry right now? Yes!! I want chic
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Don’t have any tumblr friends :/
67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Both
69. Are you watching tv right now? Nope
70. Names of your bestfriends? Tee, Bri, Ale, Mel, Kev,
71. Craving something? What?omg ur gonna keep asking huh CHIC
72. What colour are your towels? Pink, cream, flower print, brown
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Three
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? 1 right now
75. Favourite animal? Cheetah
76. What colour is your underwear? Black
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate chip cookie dough
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Blue
80. What colour pants? No pants
81. Favourite tv show? Wentworth currently
82. Favourite movie? Too hard
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Original duh
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 jump street lol
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory
87. First person you talked to today? Nobody yet
88. Last person you talked to today? Today just started
89. Name a person you hate? Nobody
90. Name a person you love? My mom
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Nope I’m good
92. In a fight with someone? Nope :)
93. How many sweatpants do you have? Probably like 10
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Probably like 10 lol
95. Last movie you watched? Something in Netflix I forget
96. Favourite actress? Nope
97. Favourite actor? Nope
98. Do you tan a lot? No I’m pasty as shit
99. Have any pets? Nope lonely lol
100. How are you feeling? I’m feeling good I think today is gonna be a good day
101. Do you type fast? Yea
102. Do you regret anything from your past? There’s one thing I wish I could go back & change
103. Can you spell well? I believe so
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes
107. Have you ever been on a horse? No :/
108. What should you be doing? Nothing it’s 630 am
109. Is something irritating you right now? Nope
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes :/
111. Do you have trust issues? HUGE
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Uh...... the girls at the viewing
113. What was your childhood nickname? Birdy
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes
115. Do you play the Wii? I have
116. Are you listening to music right now? Nope
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yes
118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes!
119. Favourite book? Not sure
120. Are you afraid of the dark? No
121. Are you mean? Sometimes
122. Is cheating ever okay? No but it happens
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Yes
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No
125. Do you believe in true love? Yes
126. Are you currently bored? No this is entertainment
127. What makes you happy? Food, love, money
128. Would you change your name? No
129. What your zodiac sign? Cancer
130. Do you like subway? Eh
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Omg this already happened I fucking snapped :/ we’re ok now tho
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Tee
133. Favourite lyrics right now? She’s a runner she’s a trackstar
134. Can you count to one million? I guess so
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t really lie too much
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed
137. How tall are you? 5”3’
138. Curly or Straight hair? Both
139. Brunette or Blonde? Blonde
140. Summer or Winter? Summer
141. Night or Day? Both
142. Favourite month? June
143. Are you a vegetarian? No
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Once in awhile all three
145. Tea or Coffee? Yea
146. Was today a good day? Just started
147. Mars or Snickers? Neither
148. What’s your favourite quote? Get me lit ima slut fr
149. Do you believe in ghosts? Sure
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “I’m happy to do it either way.”
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irarelypostanything · 2 months ago
“At least it was fun”
I did competitive boating in high school - a father saw our paddles at a froyo shop, and described us to his child as “dragon racers.”  I remember thinking that “dragon racer” sounded a lot more badass than what it was actually called.  Some people loved it.  Some people phased out of it.  I was never great at it, but I did it for so long.  I would go to as many practices as I could, I would try to pick out different elements, and at no point do I remember thinking: Wait a minute, maybe this is supposed to be fun.
That argument doesn’t work on every club or organization, and it certainly doesn’t work for a job.  You could play music for fun, yet you’re still not going to want to pick up a drummer who never shows up to practices; you could do track for fun, but you wouldn’t be a very good coach if you thought it was hilarious to teach your runners how to go backwards.  I like strategy games, such as chess, and I enjoy hobbies that are creative, like music.  Kind if ironic, then, that the one sport I did in high school was the one with no strategy whatsoever.
Some would disagree, but the post wasn’t really supposed to be about that
Musical instruments are tough.  Some kids take them on early, and they’re pushed so hard and get so traumatized that when they’re older, they refuse to ever pick up the instrument again.  They wrote a book about this, and it was called Tiger Mom, and it was trash...but I thoroughly enjoyed every page of it.
The main character was also named Louisa, so it was kind of fun to tell Louisa about it.
There are recitals.  Judging competitions.  Some music classes do rankings.  It’s all very nerve-wracking and stressful, but that’s not the fun part.  Here, I’ll show you.  Find your nearest piano.  Play around on only the black keys, randomly, with whatever rhythm you’d like.
Mind-blowing, right?
We’re kind of in this situation again  Every single thing we do has a “fun” aspect, and the fact that I just put fun in quotes means I’m an old man and my best years are behind me.  I mean, lots of things are fun.  Dates are fun.  Chuck E Cheese is fun.  Next time I go on a date, I’ll ask her if she wants to go to Chuck E Cheese.
Oh, it says here it’s closed.  DAMN IT!
We have a community service club, and if anyone thinks the sole purpose of a community service club is to have fun then they’re probably in the wrong one.  But there’s still something to be said about it.  In college, it was the soup kitchen and the park clean-ups and the tree planting, sure, but it was also that place we went to on Thursday nights, and spontaneous snow trips, and meeting that one person better than in office hours of 21C.  So we had these fundraisers, and conferences, and big talks…
And I don’t mean to suggest that it’s not fun to have virtual fundraisers and virtual conferences.  But it’s not as fun, and it’s going to be kind of nice to see when things are more like how they were before.
Fun can be the everything, it just depends on when and where.  And in certain spaces, it’s really the thing that a lot of people forget.  In a sport, in an organization, sometimes even in what’s supposed to be a fun get-together, it becomes an afterthought.  Things start to feel transactional, like life isn’t a series of moments meant to be enjoyed but rather a bunch of obligations and checkmarks to grind through one day after another.
There’s still a lot to do, and a lot of things that aren’t very fun.  But there are all these moments in between, and we still have a lot of time to try to make the most of things.
When we’re ready again.
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retardkid · 3 months ago
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
hm.. ex gf i think
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
a friend of mine i think but i am nut sure
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
i do not know
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
haha no
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
my ex gf
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
yes but just irl
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
hm a friend online
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
good morning
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
just few examples ^^
Cyberbitch26- Juliet Dies In Your Arms Tonight
Toto - Africa (Rayvolt Euphoric Frenchcore Remix)
Haustier - Track To Feel Valid To (Euphoria)
Kryonix - Lebendig Begraben
Gigi D'Agostino - L'Amour Toujours
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
i think no
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
i graduated
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
i did not tried it
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
a lot
22. Where would you like to travel?
all over the world travelling is nice
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
belly and legs
26. What do you do when you wake up?
take medicine
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
i like my skin color so non of these
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
a friend of mine, i m sostly calm around everybody that is not part of my family and that is a nice person
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
i wanted but i m thinking about it if i should do it really.
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?
no :(
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
i do not know
33. Spell your name with your chin.
what? oh  ciuhnya< nb
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? 
attractive and well educated, helps you and is on your side
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
cheap shops
40. What do you want to do after high school?
i finished highshool so uhm what am i doing? i m at home my wish is to start a vocatinal training
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
i m hungry and agressive
43. Do you smile at strangers?
no but i try to but it is awkward
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
other space hopefully more civilized than we
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
people who talk about me  think
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
yes but as a joke i m happy to be not someone else
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
bad habbit about eating too much or doing not enough sport
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food?
food in general
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
nothing im hungry
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
i punchd somone after school
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love?
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
girl kissed me while  i had a seizure i could not react just saw that ugly face
65. Are you hungry right now?
yes i am
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
i have a good friend found here but never ever found another good friend here lot of garbage some people are really nice and correct i really like to communicate with them to and a lot peopple are always open for questons  #realtalk
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends?
71. Craving something? What?
food,money, an apartment
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
one dirty one i should wash
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
i liked it a lot as child but no
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
i have 5 maybe
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
did not watched
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
did not watched
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
did not watched
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
dori as far as i remember
87. First person you talked to today?
no one
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
ex gf
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
idk  i m hungry <.<
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
i never counted them
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
5 or 4
95. Last movie you watched?
it was a good one but forgot the name
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
not yet maybe i will buy a mantis
100. How are you feeling?
i feel okay
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
a lot
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
kinda yeah
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
hm i think yeah
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
yes it died
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
why i feel sad right now
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
thats a secret
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
no but i played it and i liked it
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
never ate it
118. Do you like Chinese food?
never ate it
119. Favourite book?
actually i have many books i like
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
no but hot
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
i never had white shoes
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
idk beeing busy.
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
not that much
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
suck his dick
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
hm idk
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
have no right now
134. Can you count to one million?
nevver tied but i think i could
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
have no idea
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
1.90 cm
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
idk maybe april
143. Are you a vegetarian?
no i llove meat
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
white chocoate *hearteyes*
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
go big or go home
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
just if i am afraid
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
“German” Woman!
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the-bean-god · 3 months ago
lets get perrsonal questions or whaveterver
i wanted to make a question tag but feral and this is what i came up with. tag ur friends, tag ur enemies, but most importantly give me a kiss at ur earliest convenience.
thank u @cl0wnapologist i love u molly
1. say hi! :D (name/age/pronouns)
hello i am jillian also referred to as jill and sometimes jill beans im 20 and my pronouns are she/her
2. what’s your venus sign? <3
aquarius <3 i will never experience love
3. would you rather people perceive you as the person you present to the world or your true self? are they the same?
it would be cool for people to see me as my true self but im kinda fuckin wack,,, not in a way like “im not like other girls” like as in wow im just wack as fuck idk. i think i am more my true self at this point in my life than i was before which is cool but i feel really alienated from other people u know? gotta switch to sorority girl sometimes its just more convenient to pretend to be someone else
4. what do you prioritize in your relationships—how well someone treats you or how much you like them?
mmm i feel like how much i like them matters because i dont like anyone so that’s like step 1, and they also probably shouldn’t treat me like shit but i tend to let people do that so i just don’t have relationships
5. what’s the most embarrassing fanfic you’ve ever read?
jokes on you i never read fanfiction as a youth!
6. would you rather be fluent in every language or a master of every instrument? if you could only pick one of each what would it be?
probably every language but i would like to be slick with the guitar
7. share some of your favorite characters!
ymir from attack on titan because i vaguely look like her and she is bitch lesbian. also probably every female from attack on titan. i also am a fan of asuka and misato from nge, and tamaki from ouran. also probably i could go on but i will spare you bc this is embarassing
8. what’s a niche interest/subject you could write a 12-page essay on?
sex education and i have written multiple 10+ page essays on it in fact
also probably astrology i did make a 52 slide presentation on the basics of it which is the most capricorn thing i have ever done
9. what are you missing the most right now?
making new friends but also having friends who have the same interests as me specifically molly and alyssa :(
10. hottest non-human animated character? (ex. zootopia fox, ryuk from death note, aunt fanny from robots)
the female titan but not annie just like the actual titan 
the war hammer titan as well shes so sexy
11. share some of your old urls/handles/usernames (i’m looking at u, 1D insta with 70 followers from 2013)
lets not bring this up :) 
12. what’s a favorite physical feature of yourself? what are some favorite physical features of your friends/loved ones?
my personal favorite feature is my boobies not because they look good but because they are soft and squishy and are my own little stress balls. i have been told i have good teeth tho but my ex said that so it doesnt count
and i love molly’s long ass thick ass hair and her laugh and pretty smile and i love how alyssa has very pretty eyes and skin idk how to describe and bof of their styles are amazing
13. what’s a favorite personality trait of yours? of your friends/loved ones?
there is nothing good about my personality
bUt molly has the best sense of humor in the world and alyssa is the most caring woman her intuition makes her insults towards me so spicy i love it
14. describe a recent time someone made you feel loved/valued
when alyssa gave me a pusheen squishmallow for my birthday
15. what’s the most embarrassing character you’ve been attracted to?
akira from devilman which ik isn’t embarassing bc hes hot but like...,,,, specifically the ceiling scene
16. gayest thing you’ve done recently? (complimentary)
made frog cakes with @cl0wnapologist and @lesbianspongeb0b while watching ouran highschool host club
17. gayest thing you’ve done recently? (derogatory)
when my friends were saying what sport we seem like we wouldve played in high school and all my friends said i would’ve played softball <3
18. what are your comfort movies/shows/books/foods?
movies: spongebob, ratatouille, spirited away
shows: ouran, kids baking championship, free!
books: my anatomy textbook
foods: everything. lately it’s been chocolate peanut butter soup which is a monstrosity i created while high but u know what it slaps
19. last 5 things you looked up in your youtube search bar/history?
rice krispie treats , brown butter rice krispie treats , binging with babish rice krispie treats , rice krispie treats without marshmallows , and attack on titan abridged
(i was craving them one night ok chill)
20. should we kiss rn? :*
i’ve been waiting for u to ask
idk if i have any active mutuals left so i’m not tagging anyone lmao
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douchebagbrainwaves · 3 months ago
Microsoft. But after the habit of so many years my idea of work finally broke free from the idea of work finally broke free from the idea that work is boring. Just wait till all the 10-room pensiones in Rome discover this site. I don't feel like I have to bother being diplomatic with a British audience. It's a good thing. It would be pretty easy to write a novel, for example, or because you've been assigned to work on a Python project than you could to work on it. Long words for the first time that measures taken in an atmosphere of panic had the opposite of the intended effect. Because it's too easy for people who control a private company to funnel its revenues to themselves e. The average MIT graduate wants to work at things you don't like it is that there's no such thing. I realize I might seem to have to do so much besides write software. So while on average public acquirers behave like pooled-risk company management companies existed, there would be.1
Joe Kraus says you should try charging customers right away.2 If Hewlett and Packard tried running an electronics company out of their garage in Switzerland, the old lady next door would report them to the demo days we organize for startups to grow. Having coffee with a friend matters.3 But they'd be bad at picking startups. Every other funding cycle is in Boston half the time: it's hard to have odd ideas about politics. That version 4.4 Except not quite: whatever would be least work if your ideas about what to do without understanding how to do it on a smaller scale without moving.5 In poor countries, things we take for granted are missing. You're just asking to be made a fool of, because these are such powerful forces leading us astray, it's not saying much that America is more open to immigration than Japan.
There is one thing companies can do short of structuring themselves as sponges: they can stay small.6 For describing pages, we had to rely mostly on examples in books. But the superficial ugliness of Perl is not the absolute number of new programming languages lately. If there's something we can do is encourage people to do some of the best startups it produced would be sucked away to existing startup hubs.7 This is why hackers worry.8 There's no need for a Microsoft of France or Google of Germany. When I learned to program when computer power was scarce. And if you're doing really badly, meaning the company is making little profit. I do office hours I have to bother being diplomatic with a British audience. Which suggests there are lessons ahead for most of Octopart's life, the biggest distributor, Digi-Key is trying to stop them in order to get things done. I was a kid I was firmly in the camp of bad.9
In industrialized countries we walk down steps our whole lives and never think about this, I'm not proposing this is a fairly efficient market. The simplest way to protect yourself is to use the trick that John D. Oddly enough, the leaders now are European countries like Belgium, which has a capital gains tax rate of zero. I expect that, as with the stupendous speed of the underlying hardware, parallelism will be wasted.10 Which means it's doubly important to hire the best people.11 Most businesses are tightly constrained in a. Painters and writers notoriously do.12 To do good work, you need a separate word for startups, accumulated knowledge about how to cure it. But it's gone now. A hacker working on some programming language or operating system might likewise be able to design the core language, that would be awkward to describe as regular expressions can be described easily as recursive functions. Startup founder is not the sort I mean. So if they're all squawking, perhaps there is something amiss.
Because their current business model depends on overcharging people who have incomplete information about prices. I'm hoping once the present administration is out, the natural openness of American culture will reassert itself. I suspect that if you want to get anything done.13 Bill Gates, and Michael Dell can't be a good idea to save some easy tasks for moments when you would otherwise stall.14 And so hackers, like painters, must have empathy to do really well, I should introduce them to angels, because VCs would never go for it.15 What matters is not the sort of poking around that leads to new ideas. It works so well that those who can't do, teach some of the best hackers to work for a startup at all, because if your sponsor goes out of business, you have a day job using it.16
The history of the leading scholars of that. What has changed over time, which can happen in any other company has to give their associates the title associate has gotten a bad idea. If a company growing at 5% a week for 19 years, it increases your confidence in a cupboard saying this cupboard must be kept empty.
Programming languages should be designed to live.
If they agreed among themselves never to do this yourself. The problem in high school junior. It is just the local builders built everything in it.
But people like Jessica is not Apple's products but their policies. In 1525 he was notoriously improvident and was troubled by debts all his life. To be fair, curators are in love with their company for more of the VCs want it to the point where things start to pull ahead in the definition of property without affecting and probably also the highest price paid for a sufficiently good bet, why did it. Yes, there was a refinement that made steam engines dramatically more efficient: the quality of the movie, but some do.
When one reads about the other cheek skirts the issue; the critical path to med school.
For sufficiently small audiences, it would annoy our competitor more if we just implemented it ourselves, so we also give any startup that wants to program a Turing machine.
The first assumption is widespread in text classification. You should only need comments when there is one resource patent trolls need: lawyers.
If a prestigious VC makes a small amount, or an electric power grid than without, real estate development, you can do with down rounds—like full ratchet anti-dilution, which in startups is uninterruptability. Someone who's not a VC firm wants to program a Turing machine.
Ditto for case: I switch in mid-game.
Trevor Blackwell wrote the image generator were written in C and C, the world population, and spend hours arguing over irrelevant things.
Your user model almost couldn't be perfectly accurate, because investors don't yet get what they're capable of.
Google's site. That's a good grade you had a strange task to companies via internship programs. The average B-17 pilot in World War II, must have believed since before people were people.
A lot of people, you don't have those. But increasingly what builders do is leave them alone in the angel round from good investors that they were just ordinary guys. If there's an Indian grocery store near you doesn't mean easy, of S P 500 CEOs in the 1920s to financing growth with the best ways to get market price if they were offered were so bad that they are themselves typical users.
Paul Buchheit for the same trick of enriching himself at the leading scholars of that, founders will seem like a headset or router. This is, obviously, only Jews would move there, and I have no connections, you'll usually do a scatterplot with benevolence on the valuation should be your compass. Parents can sometimes be especially skeptical about Viaweb too. A lot of startups will generally raise large amounts of our own online store.
Who is being put through an internal process at work. The real problem is not always as deliberate as its sounds. The way to see famous startup founders is exaggerated now because it's a net win to do as a symptom, there are few who can predict instead of happy. This suggests a good plan in which case this behavior at least once for the difference between us and the opinion of the 70s, moving to Monaco would only give you more than the time it was because he had once talked to a degree, to a can of soup.
Thanks to Geoff Ralston, Harj Taggar, Jessica Livingston, Michael Seibel, and Robert Morris for the lulz.
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brattycherubwrites · 4 months ago
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𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉?
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♡  it all started with a simple question, the simplest of simple questions you know the right answer to, neverminded the fact ari would still call you a big dumb baby if you’d answer correctly.
♡ today wasn’t the best day for you to endure one of your aggressively bratty tantrums he says you’re to old to commit, just as well as it wasn’t the best day for you to exclaim your snappy clever remarks he insisted you’re to little to speak of and understand.
♡ today ignited something in you, lit a measly match that trailed a kerosene path he didn’t dare think fast enough to put out critically and now he’s facing the burning fire that’s practically charring the good nature that was your morally correct actions and behavior.
♡ today you just didn’t feel like being good and no matter what you did you wouldn’t win, not on daddy’s watch
♡ glossy black mary janes kick the air in a fiery frenzy, folded arms shielding your face as you sob into the pink fluffy play rug that’s placed underneath your arts and crafts table and of course your thrashing petite body. 
♡ muffled curses and melodramatic wails fill the pink playroom and the cause of this brat fit was the man at the opposite end of the table no more than a foot away from you, thick muscled arms crossed over his navy blue polo chest he taps his foot against the floor impatiently.
♡ waiting for your tantrum to end he holds the plastic package of goldfish grahams he took from you, it wasn’t a good decision to ease your previous brattiness with the brownie baked cookies but he didn’t expect you to finish all the sugary goldfish in your snack bowl he filled just a bit more than halfway in the ten minutes you were out of supervision.
♡ and of course he didn’t see it coming at all when he left you at that to sip from your juice box and snack on the chocolate goldfish while you colored perfectly in between the bolded lines so he could finish some paperwork but not until finding you ten minutes after with the whole package at the account of checking in on you.
♡ the sight of your hand in the bag greedily grabbing the graham goldfishes and shoving them into your mouth was a damn sight to see, even when he secretly hid it in the highest and secret- kept out of eyesight corner of the pantry closet you somehow retrieved it and smuggled it back in your playroom.
♡ the confiscated nearly-empty package is now in his fisted grasp, he cannot believe the level of anger and disappointment breaking unknown levels of his calming limits, words cannot describe the hammering irritation inflaming his mind.
♡ you’re suppose to be his good little girl, his precious little starlet who behaved and acted accordingly but instead he has a brat screaming ass up and face down into the play rug, crying her head off because he took your spoiling snack from you.
♡ rolling his eyes at the scene in front of him his eyes lock on your baby lotion thighs that your tiny purple argyll mini skirt reveals, your cotton thigh highs adorned with purple bows at the frilly cuffs that match the small silk ones braided into your hair he helped design capture his eye.
♡ ever since this morning your attitude has been off and not only did it confuse ari but it confused you to at first until you slowly grew into liking the devious part that was hidden inside you for so long that maliciously appeared when you woke up on the naughty side of the bed.
♡ from ari getting you out of bed, giving you your routine bath, arranging your outfit and getting your hair ready, as well as eating breakfast, you pouted and grumbled the whole time but ari was still so soft and patient with you, it made your heart gooey but you were craving his mean side.
♡ so after you two got ready and started your separate chores and hobbies for the day you were slowly working your way to seeing ari yell at you when you were in the middle of reading your book, yelling at you that you did all your chores wrong and haven’t even completed some.
♡ it was scary just for minute that he spoke up at you but damn did you enjoy the wetness in your panties at the same time he ordered you to do them fully and correctly, until finally what he believed would be the end to your brattiness nap time arrived.
♡ thankful for it as he started lunch thinking that when you’d wake up he would recognize his well mannered princess but what he didn’t expect would happen afterwards as he woke you up that you were more crankier than before. 
♡ the two of you had your lunch of toasty grilled cheese, thick tomato soup and chicken salad you were still moody and cranky when you sat down in your pastel chair with the wooden pink painted words of princess displayed on the crest rail.
♡ of course he looked at you as if a mountain troll was stealing his princesses throne because he didn’t recognize the pout pulling at your full glossy lips, the scrunched brows making a dramatic impression that married well with your anger inflicted face that spoiled your pretty facial features.
♡ as much your daddy thought you looked adorable being cranky every little thing seemed to tick you off, you had a problem with everything that could either easily be fixed or was out of your hands.
♡ the grilled cheese wasn’t cut in the shapes that you wanted, he placed the cheesy slices in your wrong disney princess plate, you didn’t want to eat your greeny nasty salad, you wanted another cup of sprite (which you were neglected of because ari had a limit set for you from not drinking anything more than the amount your tiny hello kitty cup provided) and most importantly you wanted to have lulubelle (your tangerine teddy bear) to eat at the table.
♡ of course he fixed his first two mistakes but you knew better than to argue against and ask for anything that went against the rules, but instead of putting you to a corner he set another option.
♡ encouraged you to eat your greens to set a good example for your stuffies, replaced the second cup of sprite you wanted with a juice box of your choice and placed lulubelle on one of the living room couches, saying she will wait for you to finish eating and washing your hands.
♡ but even with those resolutions there were major bumps and outbursts
♡ you played with your food by smacking your spoon against the soups surface which caused little splatters of red dots across the glossy cherry oak table and grumbled under your breath as you picked off the crust of the sandwich.
♡ flicking it with the swiftness of your two inch acrylics, the pieces landing in ari’s soup or hair.
♡ it was as if you were set on getting on his nerves
♡ rolled your eyes and silently mimicked his mouth when he ordered you to stop, deviously giggled when the funny vein on his forehead that only bulged out when he was really mad at you was potentially going to pop out. 
♡ a smirk playing your lips when the corner of your eye caught every clench of his fist when you would hit the table leg obnoxiously as you slurped your soup, misbehaved yet did what he ordered you to when you believed his attention was back on his own food.
♡ it was a very long lunch and as much as he thought he was going to snap at you and put you in your time out chair that was rarely used because you never ever acted like this he left you to wash up as he cleaned up after lunch.
♡ you would normally help him with cleaning the table or giving him any dirty dishes for him to clean when he was busy at the faucet, but he allowed you to run off into the living room and play with your stuffed bear in whatever todays make belief adventure the two of you were on.
♡ cleaning up was easy since he only had to clean the bowls, plates and utensils the two of you ate with (he already cleaned the pots, pans and cutting boards beforehand) but it wasn’t until he started to clean the table did he notice all the soup drops against the cleaning plastic as well as the chunky pieces of lettuce, tomato, and bread crusts under the table around your chair. 
♡ ari was close to exploding, he taught you better then to throw food and waste it but he gave himself a breath, counted to ten and made sure to make a mental note tonight after your special cartoon marathon that he’d have a very important talk to you about food waste and how wrong it was.
♡ so after cleaning up and warning the two of you were going to have a talk tonight he settled you in your playroom since it was a room away from his office and he never felt comfortable or secure with leaving you all alone downstairs without someone watching over you. 
♡ adjusting and nestling the baby monitor on one of your teddy bears heart strap he placed the stuffed bear near your arts and crafts table even if you were glaring at him for doing so.
♡ you weren’t a baby but your daddy shushed at you and placed a kiss at your temple that made you silent as you pulled out your coloring books from your big wooden weaved basket with a grumble.
♡ ari knew you despised the baby monitor but he made it a priority to place it near you at all times when he wasn’t near because even if the meeting was only going to be ten minutes your daddy wasn’t going to narrow down the possibilities of something going wrong. 
♡ even if he baby proofed your entire playroom as well as taught you how to properly handle scissors, pencil sharpeners, glue, pointed color pencils and crayons there might be something so critical he might arrive to late even if he was racing out of his office down the hall and into your playroom. 
♡ after settling your snacks when you remind its snack time he settled your juice box that he already pierced the straw through the tin foiled hole and your brownie goldfish in your hello kitty snack bowl he checked his watch knowing he had to attend the virtual meeting in less than a few minutes.
♡ kneeling down at your level as you munched on the fish shaped cookies and colored in a fluffy cloud a care bear was sleeping on, he pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your temple.
♡ “daddy is going to be working in his office princess. can you behave like a good girl until daddy’s done with his meeting?”
♡ the smile that was on your face disappeared, you didn’t want daddy to go and leave you alone!
♡ I mean what was more important then sitting and watching you color, have you feed him the chocolatey goldfish and draw pretty sparkly hearts and shooting stars for him?
♡ “daddy I don’t want you to go! can the work wait?” you whine but ari is shaking his head as he stands up to your dismay, peering down at you as you glare up at him.
♡ “no the work can’t wait, it’ll only be ten minutes muffin. after daddy does the work, he’ll be back here and helping you color a page from your coloring book. how does that sound?” the soft lowness of his voice didn’t leave room for you to bite back an aggression but only nod.
♡ “yes daddy,” you said and he smiled to himself, thinking that your brattiness has come to an end as he exited out of your room but how wrong he was when he arrived back once the meeting was over.
♡ he literally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar and you didn’t even look ashamed or stuttering trying to explain your faultless contribution to this crime-like action.
♡ to add onto the shock, when he snatched the bag just full of five goldfishes and crumbs did you start to cry and spiral into you tantrum even when he said nothing yet.
♡ now we are here five minutes later with ari looking down at your still continuing tantrum but noticing it’s lessening with your kicks and whines, the only thing he felt was disappointment.
♡ not only were you ruining your chances of watching the annual cartoon marathon the tv was going to premiere later on tonight that he allowed you to stay up to after relentless begs and your good behavior to previous weeks but you completely spoiled your appetite for dinner.
♡ your favorite meal he made specially to go along with the cartoon marathon but now watching your tantrum become even more relentless ari is confirming that you most definitely will not participate in that movie marathon and to cut your day once you complete your night routine after dinner.
♡ “are you done yet?” ari snapped, however you’re still letting out whines and sniffs as you reveal your red teary eyes from the carpet, the sight of them makes him want to drop the bag, kneel down and scoop you n his arms, kiss your face and tell you he’s sorry that he took the cookies away from you.
♡ but he can’t, he cannot let this slide no matter how much it hurts his heart he isn’t trying to calm you down himself in the security and warmth of his arms around his little one, he needs to put his foot down.
♡ and it serves him right, once latching your eyes on your mean daddy’s austere blues you grab your white tiger stuffie nearby and cover your tears stricken face within the faux white fur with a gritted hmph! 
♡ it was infuriating how your daddy had to take all the things you wanted away from you, obviously you didn’t have a say in anything cause you were suppose to be his good girl but why continue to act good now when you know you’re daddy is going to ruin the only thing that you’ve been anticipated since the beginning of december.
♡ today approximately around eight o’clock on the dot the big people channel you were forbidden to watch from was going to premiere all your favorite holiday cartoons; powerpuff girls, scooby doo, peanuts, looney tunes, and the various vintage episodes of nostalgic Mickey Mouse.
♡ if all went wrong as you went down with your ship you could watch some of the holiday issued tapes of strawberry shortcake and winnie the pooh on your vcr but it wasn’t as often you would have access to the other cartoon specials you enjoyed premiering their limited episodes at the touch of a remote and ari knows this!
♡ your big mean daddy knows how much you’ve been looking forward to it but he’s probably going to instead send you off to your secluded bed in the separate room he sends you to when he was to furious to have you sleep with him in your shared big king bed after dinner. 
♡ belly full of your favorite food that’s going to stir badly in your stomach as you shift under your warm covers restless because it wouldn’t be your goddamn bedtime, only having the single company of your little mermaid nighty nightlight and the only stuffie he’d allow you to have for the night.
♡ it makes you want to explode because you know how this is going to end but you’re head is to tried to even say anything in retaliation or beg him not to reconsider but maybe if you think up something quick to throw him off it’ll buy you enough time to behave and show him you could be good. 
♡ even though you screamed all the naughty no-no words ari would have you over his lap in a second if you even thought of them that your throat is sore and red eyes stinging from crying so damn much and rubbing your closed eyelid fiercely against the play rug and stuffie.
♡ a plan was concocting in your mind, nothing devious but it will have its dose of your witty pettiness and unholy brattiness.
♡ daddy won’t suspect a thing, you thought as you stopped your sniffs and cries, wiped your tears with the cashmere sleeve of your cropped lavender cardigan as you got up from your sprawled position and patted your skirt down to smooth out any wrinkles and got back to work on the arts and crafts table.
♡ and your plan is beginning to work because it does take ari by surprise when you get up from your pathetic little position, your purple argll skirt now fully covering your bum he knows you’re ignoring his stern stare when you scoot your knees back to the small crafts table.
♡ continueing to color from your coloring book as if nothing happened.
♡ ari scoffs to himself, what kind of mind game were you playing on him?
♡ “what do you think you’re doing?” ari spoke and for once you stare back at him, your eyes slightly red as evidence of your crying they’re calm when they meet his.
♡ “nothing daddy, i’m just coloring,” you spoke, the crayon in your hand shading in a midnight sky he continues to stare down until he takes the crayon from you but what he doesn’t expect is that when he snatches the crayon from you he accidently knocked over your apple juice box.
♡ the mellow light brown yellowish liquid spills onto your crayon box containing the limited edition colors you prized.
♡ soaking your beloved coloring tools with the sticky juice it made your bottom lip tremble as you quickly grab the slightly soggy box you let out a whine.
♡ the unintentional incident and your heartbroken state almost has ari yet again stumbling to fix what wasn’t really his fault, he leaves the room to get paper towels and a cleaning spray.
♡ coming to terms with this, you’re surprised to find the casualty of your crayons diverting the attention away from you and onto something else.
♡ maybe if you kept this up, eight o’clock would come and he’d have nothing else to do then allow you to have your cartoon marathon, you thought as you tapped a single finger to your peachy cheek in thought.
♡ all you had to do was put him in situations that would conflict him into think it was initially his fault therefore guilting him into giving you what you wanted!
♡ then you’d be set on the living room rug with a plate of your favorite food on your lap, a stuffie at your hip and looking up at the tv as the credits for the first cartoon of the night rolled in.
♡ quickly finding some Lysol wipes and tissues in the playroom you cleaned up the mess and the cardboard crayon box as ari’s loud footsteps came closer and closer.
♡ swiftly disposed them in the craft trash basket and settled in your cushion seat before he arrived in the doorway with his arms full of cleaning supplies.
♡ when ari stepped back into the room he was surprised to find you already cleaned up the mess and properly sitting as you continued coloring, twirling a braided lock of purple silk bowed hair around your finger.
♡ figuratively showing how much you were controlling those dominant daddy instincts of his he wasn’t going to have you get your way.
♡ you still need to come to terms of all the wrongs you committed today and if all goes well he’d decide if you could attend to that cartoon marathon.
♡ “princess?” he spoke and on que your head lifts up, your pearly white smile so tender and innocent as if you weren’t messing with mind to get whatever you wanted, excuse all the trouble you got yourself into.
♡ “yes daddy?” voice soft and perky as you settle the crayon on the table, he catches you sitting up straighter, your elbows resting on the table and arms pressing close to your chest to pronounce your plump cleavage the top three un-buttoned piece of your cardigan doesn’t cover.
♡ the delicious sight has him licking his lips, wanting to throw you over his shoulder with the loud and rough slaps to your ass and take you to your room, throwing you on the bed and rip every little piece of clothing off of you. 
♡ but that’s what you want him to do, you want to have him distracted from the task at hand especially when the task is putting you in your place and marginalizing your chances of watching the night special of holiday cartoons.
♡ “what do brats get?” ari spoke, that question has you dropping your eyes from his to stare blankly at the coloring book and lined arrange of crayons in front of you, did you want to answer him correctly or did you not want to answer at all?
♡ the options where bouncing in your head but you didn’t realize ari was still waiting for you to answer when you ignored the question, picking up a crayon and colored in a care bear as if he didn’t ask you anything at all.
♡ “princess are you listening to me?” ari spoke, tone no longer the softness as a few minutes ago and no longer bearing the same patience as before.
♡ it doesn’t match your inattentive focus, you were still coloring and teasing him and the sleeve of the tight periwinkle cardigan was slipping off your shoulder showing more of your rich skin he wanted to kiss and mark with his lips.
♡ shaking his head out of it, telling himself that he was the adult and you were the brat and he was going to- no matter how much you were going to cry discipline you into obedience and get his perfect princess back.
♡ “i’m going to count to three and if-” he’s cut off when you roll your eyes on him, catching his voice in his mouth like a frog he’s conflicted entirely and pissed entirely because you’ve never rolled your eyes at him, ever.
♡ so as you persisted to ignore him, scribbling one of your multi colored crayons you have a pink one in your hand as you shade in a heart and an idea shines like a lightbulb in his head.
♡ without any warning his large hands snatch the coloring book from under your grasp, the pale purple crayon in your small hand that was once shading in Share Bears fur runs along the whole paper do to the sudden climax of running colored wax against moving paper. 
♡ an offended wail excludes from your mouth but Ari is to pissed to feel sympathetic, getting up he holds the coloring book he bought for you during the weekend above his head, somewhat enjoying and taking pleasure as you stand up on your tippy toes and jump to retrieve it with fail. 
♡ indeed taking pleasure as he stares down at your tits jumping in your comfortable tube top that’s underneath the cardigan, loving your cries and whines as you beg him to give your coloring book back.
♡ eyeing your tiny figure that's far to small to reach the skyscraper height that holds your beloved Care Bears coloring book.
♡ it made his heart melt when you hugged and pressed your kisses all over his bearded face when he gifted you it but he never thought he’d enjoy taking it away from you.
♡ however right now he has to put you in your place and ignore the tightness in his pants to deal with later.
♡ “daddy you ruined my drawing!” your sobs and whimpers yelled, continuing to jump as your cries became louder and tears became more present.
♡ “you didn’t answer daddy’s question little one,” he hissed and with that your cries come to an end to just reveal a glare then a smirk.
♡ quitting your attempts of retrieving the coloring book you turn around and walk away, a slight magical flow to your hips and curves.
♡ “what was the question again?” you sighed tiredly, encouraging the deadly glare your daddy has on you.
♡ a yawn overcoming you as you hovered your hand over your mouth that makes ari scoff, glossy lips still bearing cookie crumbs at the corners you stretched.
♡ letting out little high pitched noises as you arched your back with your hands twined together above your head, again emphasizing your cleavage. 
♡ “would it just go in one ear and out the other or would you actually listen and answer like a good girl?” he spoke, you stand there and register it and of course you were heading off the direction you want but maybe you can turn the tables on him.
♡ “i’ll be a good girl daddy, I promise,” voice soft and assured ari cocks his head to the side at that promise, quirking a brow but not breaking the stare he has on his precious angel that’s playing the devil. 
♡ he’ll put that promise to the test, walking around the small yet wide arts and crafts table he finally stands in front of you, making you heart thump louder and louder with each step he takes.
♡ crouching down on his knees to face you at eye level he sees the devilish twinkle in your starlight eyes waiting for him to ask the question he knows you can answer.
♡ “what do brats get?” he spoke, his stern and mean face that always makes you stutter on your own words and trip over your own feet clashes with yours.
♡ of course you can answer correctly, you can but you can’t believe how fun and thrilling it is with not just your growing ego but the wetness growing in between your legs, soaking your lace panties when your hands lift up to trace his bulging biceps through the short sleeved polo.
♡ “treats?” you whisper, before your hand goes to grasp the bulge of his trousers that he lets out a pleasured hiss and before you can smirk he’s slapping your hand off his cloth covered cock.
♡ that answer has you squeaking out a squeal as ari grabs you by your arm, dragging you to the rocking chair resting near your bookshelves of thick hardcover storybooks and sits in the cushion seat before throwing you over his lap.
♡ your whines and cries getting louder when ari lifts up the tiny argyll skirt to reveal your ass, tummy squirming against his lap he pulls gently at your hair to lift it up.
♡ “keep squirming and i’ll add another five to the twenty you already have,” he hisses but you still can’t believe its lead to this.
♡ daddy never gave you spankings, never gave you physical punishments before but as much as you were despising the situation you can’t believe how your slicked core was getting wetter with each second that was passing with your daddy’s large hands caressing your ass cheeks.
♡ “you’re going to count each spank I give you and after each spank I want you to thank me. no whines, no crying just ‘thank you daddy’ do you understand?”
♡ ari’s deep low voice above spoke and you nodded but were caught off guard when he landed a loud swift slap! to your ass causing you to gasp in pain.
♡ “yes!” you spoke but squirmed when he chuckled down at you, leaving you wandering what you did wrong before he landed another spank to the same cheek causing you to whimper and feeling the honey of your pussy drench your inner thighs.
♡ “what was that? did you even listen to daddy?” he hissed as another rough spank crashed onto your ass, “what do you say?!” 
♡ “one! thank you daddy!” you wail, tear soaking your cheeks you knew your daddy was doing what was best for you but you couldn’t help but want to squirm away from his grasp, catching you doing so he grips your neck in his grasp.
♡ “don’t run from me now princess, you acted like a brat so i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat. we have one down and nineteen to go, don’t disappoint me,” he says before grasping your panties and pulling them off you.
♡ by pulling off he ripped them at the area that covered your ass, marveling at the wetness of not just the panties but your pussy as well, “my princess got worked up misbehaving? you get wet when you disrespect daddy’s authority?” he murmurs.
♡ stuttering and attempting to answer the words become inaudible once your lips part at the hands of ari’s, your panties in his hold he shoves them into your mouth making you taste your own sweetness as you licks his own fingers from your honey.
♡ “I thought we established no talking, you really are just a big dumb baby,” as much as his words sprung tears in your eyes you couldn’t help but get more wet, clenching your thighs together as result he darkly chuckles at the pathetic action.
♡ his hands grip your thighs to forcibly split them apart, “oh princess don’t distract daddy now,” he darkly chuckles and before you now it a loud and swift slap hits your wet pussy, making you cry out in pain that’s slowly growing into pleasure.
♡ “you’ve done enough of that for today. right now daddy’s gonna have to punish you,” his hand that’s still at your cunt rubs it, the slick of your wetness sounding off creating an erotic echo in the room and just like that he’s slapping your small wet pussy with his rough hand again. 
♡ “and no matter how much you cry or squirm or beg me to stop I want you to handle it like a big girl. do you understand me?” his growl overcoming your muffled pained whimpers and moans as you feverishly nod your head up and down.
♡ pulling the panties out of your mouth you nod your head, “yes daddy, I understand,” you whimper, you can’t see the smirk plastered on his face but you can see his risen hand in the air from the corner of your dress up hand mirror, angled on the floor to capture the moment.
♡ shuddering when it disappears from the mirrors image you feel the rough spank at your cheek, not as rough and angry as the first three but still enough that it stings tremendously, “two, thank you daddy,” 
♡ “that’s what I like to hear princess,” ari smirks before getting back to work.  
♡ your daddy continued to give you your deserved spankings, your ass bruised and sore by the time he was finished and was satisfied with each one you counted and thanked him for.
♡ praised you for not squirming even when you wanted to as he covered your ass with the hen material of your skirt
♡ “you did so well princess, handled and took your punishment like the good girl I knew you could be,” he whispered in your ear lovingly as he carried you to both your shared bedroom to rub some soothing lotion on your sore bum.
♡ “thank you daddy, i’m so sorry I was so bad today,” you whimpered, eye swelling up with tears and a little sob erupting from your mouth ari shushes it by taking your face in his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips.
♡ “it’s okay princess, no matter how bad you act always know daddy will still love you, okay muffin?” you nod your head at his soft supportive assertion.
♡ his forehead pressed to yours and your noses rubbing tenderly against each other you giggle and he grins as he laughs with you.
♡ ari rubs the soothing cold lotion against your bum, continuing to shower you with divine praises, sweet appreciations and heart warming adorations that made your peachy cheeks sore from your never-ending smile.
♡ afterwards he gently carries you in his arm downstairs heading to the living room, telling you how you and him were going to fix the coloring page he ruined as snuggle you face into his neck, your large bunny stuffie in you locked armed connection he settles you down on the couch.
♡ grabbing the fluffy throw blanket draped on one of the other couches he grabs it and wraps your lower half in it, giggling as he tucks it around your sides to make sure you were nestled nice and warm.
♡ pressing a kiss to your temple as he looks down on his watch with a soft smile, clutching the remote on the coffee table he turns the tv on.
♡ smirking at your confusion when he goes on the channel that’s minutes away from airing the cartoon marathon.
♡ “daddy what are you doing?” your soft voice catching his ears he turns his head over his shoulder at you looking up at him with those confusion doe eyes.
♡ “i’m letting my princess watch her cartoons. daddy knows you’ve been waiting a month to watch them and daddy knows his princess deserves it,” his soft smile only but eludes your guiltiness.
♡ “but i’ve been really bad today, bad girls don’t get tv time. they don’t get to watch cartoons,” you sob as tears began to fall but they’re quickly wiped away at ari’s warm hands, cooing you into calming down.
♡ “daddy knows you’ve been bad today but you proved to daddy that you were good at handling your punishment. bad girls don’t get tv time but bad girls who take their punishments well and understand what they did wrong get tv time because they’re no longer bad girls,” he smiles and you smile as well, leaning in for a kiss he accepts.
♡ “there’s only a minute left before the premiere starts princess! daddy’s gonna be in the kitchen starting dinner, if you need anything call me out okay?” he says and you nod your head, shifting attentively on the couch to get into a comfortable position. 
♡ smiling to yourself as you pull your bunny plushie closer, no matter how sore your ass is from the spanking daddy gave you and how angry you were, you loved your daddy.
♡ and no spanking or ruined drawing was ever going to change that!
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yaimlight · 4 months ago
Working title: All I Want For Christmas
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x reader / Todoroki Shoto x reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto if you squint
Series: Twos Company, Threes a Crowd
Ratting: 18+ / mentions of sex and a lot of swearing
Summary: the reader gives Katsuki a Christmas gift that he thinks is far to extravagant to match her claim that they are just friends. Seeking answers he drags Shoto along with him to find out what they really are. Instead he gets a Christmas that he will never forget and his relationship with Shoto (though he is reluctant to call it that) solidifies into something.
So i hit the allowed limit before the end of the chapter so the rest of it is available over on AO3 along with chapter 2. You can find me under LokiLover89.
Katsuki stared down at the kitchen table and the gift that sat innocently on top of it. His gripped tightened on the counter top that he was leant against, trying to will himself to move but it wasn’t working. The gift was unwrapped, the simple black and gold paper folded neatly next to the item in question. He had made sure to be careful when opening it, tugging at the gold ribbon gently and leaving that draped across the table. It was from Y/N after all and he didn’t want to damage it in his haste to see what she had given him.
When Y/N had pressed the gift into his hands as he was leaving the dorms for the holidays Katsuki had been confused to start with but then embarrassment, happiness and smugness had settled in as he felt his cheeks heat up. That had been quickly squished though by the guilt that he didn’t have a gift to give the girl in return, hadn’t even thought about it and he berated himself for the missed opportunity. She had laughed it off, smiling brightly and telling him not to worry, that it was only a small token of her gratitude. Then she had ruined it all by thanking him for being such a good friend and Katsuki had felt her words like a slap in the face. The only consolation he had was that the girl had done the exact same thing to the half ‘n’ half bastard, giving him a gift of similar size just wrapped in silver and white paper with a silver ribbon tied around it. He had blushed, his face going almost the same colour as his stupid hair, only for his brows to pull down in a frown as Y/N thanked him for his friendship and Katsuki had only just managed to stifle his bark of laughter.
Katsuki didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or if she was actually that dense that she didn’t realise how he and the other teen felt about her but either way they had been firmly put in the friend zone as Mina called it and Katsuki didn’t like it one bit. Y/N was the first girl he had ever truly been interested in and he couldn’t seem to convey that interest to her in a way that she would realise. It was frustrating as all hell and he had hoped that over the Christmas break he would have been able to come up with something but he had been so busy that he hadn’t actually had time to think about the girl apart from early that morning when he had guiltily jerked off to the memory of her in her hero costume and all that flawless skin that had been on display.
After the gift giving she had promptly ushered them out the dorm doors, laughing and smiling as she waved them and the rest of the class off and reluctantly Katsuki had allowed Deku to drag him along as he excitedly chatted away about what he would be doing for Christmas. That had been two days ago, U.A deciding to give them a few extra days after a training exercise had to be cut short due to a snow storm. Two days since they had left Y/N behind at the dorms because her old man had been too busy with work to spend time with his own kid over Christmas. Others had offered to let her stay with them and maybe Katsuki should have done the same but he had been too stuck on the sour tastes of being just friends that he had missed his chance. Not to mention the fear of having to explain to his parents why he was bringing a girl home with him who was just a friend but they didn’t need to make up a guest room because she would just sleep in his room with him. Yeah that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. Ever.
Friends. Fucking friends she had said but now Katsuki was starting to doubt that because friends didn’t go to the trouble Y/N had for a simple gift. His friends had gotten him basic shit like a new tank top from Mina, some hot sauce from Sero and dunce face had given him a book on how to get your crush. That had earned the idiot an angry explosion to the face whilst Katsuki had yelled at him about not needing any help. Shitty hair had gotten him a custom made hoodie jacket combo thing that yeah okay, was actually kind of amazing. The back emblazoned with the word boom in white, with an orange X behind and a picture of one of his grenade gauntlets, his name scrawled underneath in English. So yeah maybe Eijiro’s gift had taken some brain power but still it was nothing compared to what sat innocently on the table before him now.
When he had first opened Y/Ns gift he had been shocked to find a book. The thing had been bound in a deep red, almost brown leather, the material soft to the touch and insanely expensive looking. His name was stamped in the bottom corner in gold and held closed with another strip of leather the same colour as the book itself. Katsuki had picked it up gently, slightly confused as to why she would give him something like that. He wasn’t a huge fan of writing, didn’t keep journals or anything like that so why would Y/N think he would want one? Don’t get him wrong it was nice looking and he could tell it would have cost a fair bit of money but it seemed like a waste to be giving something like that to him. Then he had opened it.
He had stared at the title page for a good ten minutes, fingers tracing the gold and black lines and swirls that had been drawn across the page. The intricately designed boarder stood out against the cream pages, the paper feeling thick and slightly heavy under his fingers. In the middle of the page had been his name, the smooth and delicate strokes of the Kanji done with sure strokes of a brush and it had been done with a brush, Katsuki could recognise the differences. Underneath the black ink in swirling and elegance English was the word recipes, the gold text glittering in the light of his kitchen. Katsuki had been so caught up in the skill and beauty of Y/Ns penmanship that he hadn’t really registered the words, slowly and cautiously turning the page and excited to see what lay beyond. He hadn’t been disappointed.
The next page had addressed him directly, almost like a letter as Y/N told him how much she valued him and his friendship, that word making him groan and grit his jaw. She told him how he made her want to be a better person and that she was gratefully she had listened to their shitty school counsellor and had opened up to the idea of friends and especially him and the shitty candy cane. Katsuki had felt himself blushing as the girl practically gushed about him and how she admired him and his incredible skill, his hands sweating so much that he had had to let go of the book and wipe his hands over his jeans because he was terrified he would smudge the ink or accidentally blow the thing up. He had felt his blush all the way down his neck and chest and he would swear he could hear Y/Ns light and teasing voice as he read it again and again, the crude comment about his impressive size making him groan at the thought she had been looking at places friends shouldn’t be.
It had taken him almost another ten minutes to finally be able to turn the page and he had been surprised that the old hag hadn’t come barging in yet, demanding to know what he was doing but he wouldn’t knock the alone time. He really should have taken it back to his room but he had gone to the kitchen looking for a drink and curiosity and impatience had gotten the best of him.
The book was filled with recipes from around the world, each one painstakingly written out by hand by Y/N. The teen had really gone all out, each different recipe having a brief history of the dish and where in the world it was from. On some Y/N had even written about where she had had the dish originally, describing the whole setting and how the meal tasted with such detail that Katsuki could almost imagine he had been there with her, sat across the table and experiencing that first bite along with her. He learnt a lot about her though the pages, about the places she had been and the things she had done. She viewed the world in a weird way, almost like a strange mix of optimistic romance and tragic gothic horror that she seemed to swing between and Katsuki found it strangely beautiful the way she weave the two together when she described the city’s she had been to and the things she had done there and how it always tied back into the recipe.
The recipes themselves sounded fucking amazing. They ranged from simple soups to decadent sounding deserts and hearty dishes to complimentary side dishes but they all had one thing in common and that was everything had some kind of spice or heat to them. Otak-Otak, kimchi jjigae, jerk chicken, goulash, hot sauce, chilli sugar churros and jalapeño margaritas. They were just a few that the hand written cookbook had to offer and he was exited to try all of them, well apart from the margarita but Katsuki got the impression it was only in there to annoy him, though Y/N looked like she enjoyed it if the photo of her with a glass of slightly green liquid in it was any indication, smirking up at the camera as she took a sip.
It wasn’t the only photo, the book littered with them. Some were of the dishes themselves, presented in a way you would see in any high end cook book but clearly having been taken in their dorm kitchen. Others were of Y/N trying the food or even part way through cooking but then there were the odd ones of her and Deku, the poor fuck with a red face and tears streaming down his cheeks as he gulped down water after clearly having eaten something way too hot for his delicate taste buds. There were only four photos like that, Y/N normally in the foreground smirking or trying to act innocent as the nerd practically exploded from the heat in the background. It was fucking hilarious and Katsuki would make sure to tease the other boy about it when they got back to school.
It was like he was holding a piece of Y/N in his hands, a piece that she had woven his love of cooking and spicy food through. It was something real and tangible, a physical representation of their relationship. It must have taken her days to complete, even weeks or months of late nights and early mornings, the amount of work and passion she had put into it proving how much she cared for him. It was with that thought that Katsuki promptly dropped the book onto the table and scrambled out of his seat, slamming back against the counter as he stared at the innocent looking gift like it was going to bite his fucking hand off.
Friends. God damned friends she had said but Katsuki was seriously thinking that was a whole load of crap. His phone dinged, vibrating against the counter and Katsuki finally tore his eyes away from the book to look and see who was bothering him. It was the class group chat, Mina having posted a photo of herself and shitty hair all bundled up and stood in front of a large Christmas tree, smiling like the two idiots they were. They looked so happy together even if they looked half frozen and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel jealous of the happy couple. Grunting he was about to close the app and shove the phone in his pocket but then another photo came through, then another, then another, his class sending their shitty couples snaps. Deku and round cheeks, ponytail and glasses, Jiro and dunce face, even frog girl and the emo bird boy. They all looked happy and in love and Katsuki hatted how badly he wanted to be able to post his own photo and rub his happiness in their smug faces.
He couldn’t really blame them though, it was Christmas Eve and traditionally it was a day for lovers to come together and celebrate. That was part the reason he had left opening Y/Ns gift till today. It was stupid of him, they were only friends but he had wanted it to feel like something more and as it turned out it had definitely been worth the wait. He wanted answers, wanted to go over there and demand to know what the hell she was trying to get at because he was confused as all hell. She was alone at the school so there wouldn’t be anyone to witness if he chickened out or even if she out right rejected him but if they were supposed to be just friends would it look weird him turning up on a day that was supposed to be for couples? Shit he didn’t know what to do.
His phone went off again, Todoroki asking where Deku was because the ramen shop in the background looked nice and Katsuki scoffed. Stupid candy cane was always thinking about his stomach and his obsession with soba was just plain weird. His new cookbook did have a recipe for a spicy cold soba though that Katsuki could try out on him, all he would have to do was put the bowl in front of him and tell the idiot to eat it.
Katsuki’s phone kept pinging away as message after message was sent through but he wasn’t seeing them as he glared down at the device in his hand. The mismatched teen was in the same situation as him. Everyone knew that they both liked Y/N and in their pursuit of her they had struck up an odd kind of friendship. The three of them were almost inseparable at this point, despite how often the two teen boys tried to shake the other off. Sure it would be weird if Katsuki turned up at the school on his own but not if he had the candy cane in tow. That was familiar territory, the three of them just hanging out. It would be annoying as hell having the other teen there but at least it wouldn’t be as embarrassing as turning up on his own only to find out that he had drastically misunderstood the whole situation. Groaning Katsuki jabbed at the contact information he had absentmindedly gotten up before putting the phone against his ear. He was going to end up regretting this.
“What’s wrong?” came the bored and flat voice after only a few rings. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Katsuki snapped, already beginning to feel himself getting irritated with the other teen. “I can only assume you are dying and have called every other contact in your phone and they didn’t answer so you have called me in desperation” Todoroki answered flatly and Katsuki had to bite his tongue to stop himself from telling him that even if that was the case he still wouldn’t call his useless ass for help.
“Would you just shut up” he hissed angrily and thankfully the other end of the call went silent. “Are you busy?” The line stayed quiet and Katsuki had to pull the phone away to look to see if the call was still connected. The seconds ticked by, proof that the bastard was still on the call. “Answer me you god damned bastard” Katsuki practically yelled down the phone. Todoroki huffed and Katsuki could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “You told me to shut up. I can’t do both”. This fucking asshole. Was he actively trying to piss him off or was he just that much of a fucking little shit?
“Would you just answer the question” he growled out through clenched teeth, his grip on the counter tightening and his hand beginning to smoke as he tried to keep his anger in check but the shitty candy cane made it so fucking difficult sometimes. “No”. Katsuki blinked dumbly at the other teens answer. No? No what? No he wasn’t busy or no he wasn’t going to answer the question. “No? What the hell do you mean no?” he snapped. “No, I am not busy” Todoroki said flatly, as if that should have been obvious from his one word answer.
“Fucking fantastic” Katsuki growled through clenched teeth. Finally they were getting somewhere and no thanks to the shitty candy cane. “Meet me out side U.As entrance in two hours” Katsuki demanded as he pushed himself away from the counter and back towards the table, picking up the book and starting to slowly flip through to find what he was after. “Why?” Todoroki asked suspiciously and Katsuki rolled his eyes at him. “Why the fuck do you think?” Was he really that thick that he couldn’t work out why Katsuki wanted to go to U.A?
The silence stretched on for a second and Katsuki found the recipe he was after. It seemed simple enough and from looking he thought he had everything he would need. After all it was Christmas Eve and he couldn’t show up empty handed when going to visit his crush. “I’ll see you in two hours” Todoroki said simply then the line went dead, the little fuck having hung up on him. Growling Katsuki shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up the book, carefully carrying it over to the counter as he started to run through his limited amount of time. It would take him about forty minutes to get to U.A and the cookies would take about half an hour to make, plus time to cool down as well. He would need to have a shower as well, even though he had had one that morning he had to make sure he looked his best for Y/N. Time would be tight but he reckoned he could manage it.
Placing the book down on the counter Katsuki started to pull ingredients out, placing them alongside the book and retrieving a mixing bowl. “What the hell are you up to brat?” Katsuki froze as his mums voice floated in through the doorway and he groaned at having to deal with the old hag. “None of your damned business you old hag” he grumbled back, trying to ignore her as he started weighing out ingredients. He didn’t have time to react, both hands occupied holding the bag of flour as his mother’s hand shot out and snatched the book off the counter.
“Oi!” Katsuki yelled, dropping the bag of flour and reaching out to try and grab the book back. The old hag was annoying quick though and her hand came down on the back of his head with a loud crack. “FUCK!” he cried out angrily, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his head. Shit she had some hard hands and always knew the exact place to hit to get the maximum amount of damage. “Well would you look at that. You gone and found a girl stupid enough to be your girlfriend huh brat?” she said teasingly, turning away from Katsuki to flip through the book, way to heavy handed for Katsuki’s liking.
“She’s not my girlfriend” Katsuki grumbled, reaching round the women and snatching the book from her hands, smoothing over the pages as he glared at her. He could feel the blush on his cheeks, his face heating up at what the old hag was implying and he hatted that she was seeing him like it. Now she would never shut up about it. “Sure and your just about to make cookies for who now?” He snarled, gently placing the book back down, fingers light as he found the correct page. “None of your god damned business hag” he grumbled, picking up the flour again and carried on weighing it out. “Bloody brat” she huffed, pushing away from the side and Katsuki hoped that would be the end of it.
“You know if you were trying to impress a girl you might want to think of a way to present those cookies. If you were planning on giving them to someone that is” she said knowingly and Katsuki grumbled, hunching his shoulders and refusing to rise to her teasing. With a loud and annoying laugh she left the kitchen, finally leaving him alone. Fuck. He hadn’t even considered presentation. He had just thought of giving them to Y/N and that was it. Shit if he wanted Y/N to accept them as a token of his feelings for her than he had to put the effort in just like Y/N had done with the sodding book. Nothing less than perfect was good enough and Katsuki would make damned sure that when he handed those cookies over there was no doubt in Y/Ns mind what they represented.
Two hours later found Katsuki waiting outside U.A, staring up at archway as he waited for the shitty candy cane to turn up. He was fucking cold, the freshly fallen snow crunching under his boots as he stomped around in a small circle trying to keep warm. He had bundled himself up, charcoal grey scarf wrapped around his neck and a matching knee length woollen overcoat on but he was regretting the ripped black jeans he had shoved on. He had layered up, a white t-shirt with the face of a pander on and a red hoodie thrown over top, the hood pulled up to help keep his ears warm. One hand was shoved into the pocket of his jeans, the other half way frozen even though his gloves as he clung to the string handle of a small gift bag.
He had begrudgingly asked his mother for help when it had come to deciding how best to present his gift to Y/N because he hadn’t had a fucking clue. The old hag had laughed at him for what felt like a solid ten minutes and Katsuki had come close to telling her to shove it and storming off but he had gritted his teeth and bared with it because he need this to be perfect. In the end he had ended up using the wrapping paper and ribbon that Y/N had used for his gift. He hadn’t been happy about it but his mother had smacked him round the head and told him to get on with it so he had, first wrapping the cookies in greaseproof paper and then the wrapping paper, folding it as nicely as he could around the stack and then slipping the ribbon around the whole mess and tying it into a bow at the top. It wasn’t immaculate but he had done it himself and he knew that Y/N would appreciate that. The hag had then given him the gift bag, the thing black with little gold stars across it that had gone almost perfectly with the paper so Katsuki had taken it with a mumbled thanks. The old hag had watched him delicately place the cookies inside of it and as he had been sat slipping on his boots she had ruffled his hair and wished him luck, laughing as he stalked out the door and grumbling under his breath.
Groaning he yanked his phone out and looked down at the time. The half ‘n’ half bastard was late, only by five minutes but late none the less and Katsuki fucking hatted tardiness. Grumbling he changed the bag over into the other hand and shoved the other one into his pocket, trying to warm his frozen fingers. Fuck that asshole, he had had two hours to get his shit together and get here yet he seemed to be incapable of it.
The place was strangely calm now that it was empty of all the other students, the snow that covered everything seeming to absorb all other sounds. It was too quiet and made it way too easy for Katsuki to get lost in his thoughts. He was annoyingly nervous about the whole situation, worried about how Y/N would reacting if he just came out and told her he liked her and that they should date. Shit maybe he shouldn’t have asked the half ‘n’ half bastard to come along. With that idiot there Y/N wouldn’t be solely focused on him and Katsuki ran the risk of not being able to get her on her own to talk to her. Todoroki was as interested in Y/N as Katsuki was and he probably wouldn’t allow Katsuki the opportunity to get the upper hand on him. Shit he really shouldn’t have asked that mismatched fucker to come along, he was going to ruin everything.
“If you carry on you will wear a hole in the ground”. Katsuki stilled, head snapping round to glare at the stoic bastard who had finally decided to show up. “Your late” he growled out, dragging his eyes down the other teen. The guy had on a black roll neck, a blue woollen coat on that came down to his waist and a pair of black slacks that he had tucked into black chunky boots. He had black gloves on, his hair blowing in the slight breeze but annoyingly he didn’t look cold, the ass probably using his quirks to make sure he stayed warm. He looked like a complete mash up of styles and not for the first time Katsuki got the desire to take the other boy shopping and actually fix his disaster of a wardrobe and give the boy a much needed sense of fashion.
Todoroki rolled his eyes at Katsuki, trudging forward to come stand next to him. “Fuyumi said that I couldn’t come empty handed” he said as way of answer, his flat tone and blank face not giving any emotions away. Grumbling Katsuki turned on his heels and began stomping his way onto the school grounds, heading towards the dorm buildings and not bothering to cheek if Todoroki was following. He should have fucking known that the shitty candy cane would have brought something but he had assumed that he was to clueless to have known, Katsuki hadn’t taken his sodding sister into account.
Katsuki eyed the white carrier bag that the other teen was holding, frowning as he tried to figure out what he could have brought with him. He was hopeless with cooking so there was no way he would have baked something like Katsuki had so what had the fucker brought? “What’d you bring?” he grumbled, looking away from the bag and up at the candy cane. “Akasaka mochi” he said simply and Katsuki groaned. Of course the posh ponce would have gone and gotten her stupidly expensive sweets from one of the more stuck up shops. He bet that stuff had cost a small fortune guessing from the size of the bag. Shit how was Katsuki supposed to compare his home made and oddly shaped cookies to that stuff?
“I also brought some green tea that we can have with them”. Katsuki stared at the other teen for a long second before he burst out laughing. Shit maybe Katsuki didn’t need to worry so much after all. “What?” Todoroki asked, frowning at Katsuki and looking genuinely confused at his outburst. “You truly are fucking clueless” Katsuki managed to get out through his laughter. His frown deepened as he opened his mouth to say something but Katsuki cut him off, finally getting his laughter under control. “Come on Romeo” he said teasingly, jerking his towards their dorm building and picking up the pace. Todoroki followed behind obediently, frown still in place and Katsuki was sure he heard him mumbling to himself about who was Romeo but Katsuki really didn’t want to have to explain that depressing shit to the other boy.
Finally having made it to the dorm Katsuki quickly bounded up the steps, slamming his shoulder into the door and shoving it open and practically stumbled in. The heat slammed into Katsuki like a wave and he groaned at the welcome warmth. Stepping further into the room, Katsuki toed his boots off and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it up on the rack and shedding the rest of his outerwear. Finally free of his heavy outerwear, Katsuki shoved his hood down and finally looked round at the surprisingly empty common room.
Katsuki didn’t know what he had been expecting but the weird sort of nest that seemed to consume the sofa was not it. The thing was stacked with pillows, a duvet and fleece blanket with a person sized hole in the middle. The table in front of it was covered in DVD boxes and snacks, some of which were distinctly not Japanese. The TV was on but the sound low, the flickering images casting odd shadows along the wall behind. He could see a pan of something bubbling away on the stove, the decedent smell of chocolate filling the air and what looked suspiciously like bottles of alcohol lined up on the side next to it, a large mug waiting in front of them. The room looked lived in but it was distinctly missing the person who had been doing the living.
“Where is she?” Todoroki asked as he stepped past Katsuki, looking around the room as he placed the bag down onto the table. “How the hell should I know?” Katsuki snapped as he stormed past the other boy, gently placing his own bag down next to Todoroki’s. It was a good question. Clearly she had been here, probably snuggled down in her weird little nest and eating junk food that Katsuki would tell her off for normally and drinking spiked hot chocolate that Katsuki would most definitely try and tip down the sink but as it was now she was nowhere to be seen. From the state of the common room Katsuki could only guess she was planning on coming back but when? He had hoped to come bursting through the door and for Y/N to be all surprised gasps and excitedly bouncing over to them and pulling them into a crushing hug. Suppose he would just have to settle for her finding them on the sofa instead though he felt a little bad for disturbing her blanket pile.
As Katsuki went to step round the table the lift doors pinged open and Y/N stepped out, completely oblivious to the two teens stood staring at her with wide eyes and mouths hang open in shock. Y/Ns eyes were closed, headphones in and a smile on her lips as she sang along to whatever Euro pop trash she was listening to, dancing her way towards the kitchen but that wasn’t what had Katsuki blushing and unable to tear his eyes away from her.
She had on a black crop top, the same one she had had on in the photo she had sent that morning of her in the gym but she had ditched the tight leggings she had been wearing then and instead had on a pair of black shorts with an orange waistband. That wouldn’t have been a problem but Katsuki recognised those short, knew how soft they felt against his skin and how comfortable they were because he had an identical pair on under his jeans. Those were his boxers she was wearing, his underwear that was stretched across her ass and clinging to her hips.
Katsuki’s mouth felt dry as he tracked her movements, his brain shot circuiting. It wasn’t the first time she had worn his clothes but that was always hoodies or t-shirts and the top of his hero costume that one time but never anything so intimate. Shit it was hot, so fucking hot and he wanted to take a photo so he would never forget what she looked like in them.
She also had on a pair of grey fluffy socks and an oversized grey cardigan that Katsuki recognised as belonging to the candy cane, the sleeves shoved up to her elbows and showing off the silver bracelets around her wrists. Normally he would feel jealous at seeing her in the other teen’s clothes but Katsuki defiantly felt he had won in the weird little competition he and Todoroki had going, though the whole mismatched outfit looked good on her. She looked cosy as she spun round the counter, placing her phone down on the side and turning her back to them as she picked up the awaiting cup and ladled in the steaming hot chocolate, the whole time still singing, Y/N easily slipping from English to Russian and back again.
Holding the cup in one hand she yanked out her headphones, placing them on the side before waving her free hand along the rows of bottles only to double back and grab a blue bottle with white and gold print on it. Still singing along to the song she was no longer listening to Y/N turned, placing the cup down on the counter and uncorking the bottle, her eyes finally lifting up from looking at what she was doing and landing on the two teens still watching her with open mouths.
“Shit!” she exclaimed loudly, jumping back slightly and fumbling with the bottle, only just managing to catch it before it fell to the floor. “You scared the shit out of me” Y/N chided, shoving her free hand through her hair and glaring at them. “That’s my underwear” Katsuki said stupidly, unable to get his mind to start working properly. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him before looking down at the clothes she was wearing or lack there of, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. “Yeah, well you almost made me drop my vodka” she grumbled, placing the bottle down on the side and pulling Todoroki’s cardigan around her in a vain attempt to hide her rather exposed body.
Her words snapped Katsuki out of his stupor and he scowled at her. “You shouldn’t even be drinking that shit” Katsuki snapped, gesturing to the bottles and Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “It’s not like I can get drunk. Unless you’re offering to help with that?” Katsuki snarled, fists clenched at his side at the casual way she talked about stabbing herself, or more accurately him stabbing her. He hated how she had no sense of self preservation and could be so dismissive of his concerns for her. Katsuki knew that her home life wasn’t perfect and that her father wasn’t exactly caring but he found it hard to believe he gave so little of a shit that he wouldn’t oppose his daughters drinking habits and what she had to do to get any benefit from the copious amounts of alcohol she drank. He supposed he should be grateful that she hadn’t actually followed through with the bodily harm and was just drinking the shit.
“You want one?” she asked, as she moved back over to the other side, looking over her shoulder as she opened a cupboard and pulled out two more cups. “We’re underage” Katsuki growled, his arm snapping out to stop the stupid candy cane as he went to step past him and towards the kitchen. The idiot was just the right kind of stupid to take the drink without questioning what had been put in it and Katsuki really didn’t want to have to baby sit a drunk Todoroki. Y/N gave him a disapproving look, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at him. ”Would you relax. I’m not going to give you alcohol” she said matter-of-factly, placing the cups down, filling one of them with the rich smelling liquid and then divided what was left in the pan into another one, dumping a whole bunch of things into the smaller of the two that Katsuki couldn’t make out.
Todoroki pushed at Katsuki’s arm and the blonde let it fall, the other teen walking up to the counter and watching intently as Y/N placed the cups down. He instantly went for the cup but she lightly smacked at his hand and he snatched it back with a frown. “Just, give me a sec” Y/N said with a smile, winking at the mismatched teen as she started pulling things from the cupboard and placing them down on the counter.
Grumbling Katsuki followed after him, stepping up to the counter and leaning on it as he watched Y/N work. She dumped what Katsuki thought was way too much sugar in one of the cups along with a sweet and minty smelling syrup, stirring the mix together and then spraying a mass amount of cream on top, finishing it off with a candy cane sticking out the side. She pushed it across the counter towards Todoroki, smiling sweetly at him as he picked it up and took a small sip. The teen’s eyes widened slightly and a rather loud and embarrassing moan escaped his lips that had Katsuki blushing and Y/Ns eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Good?” Y/N asked with a smirk, leaning on the counter and watching the half ‘n’ half bastard intently. Katsuki frowned, annoyed that the other boy had all of Y/Ns attention. It was stupid, he knew that but he wanted her eyes on him, looking at him with that stupidly wide smile and bright eyes. “Yes” Todoroki said as he lowered the cup, staring up at Y/N with his normal blank face but the look was completely ruined by the cream that clung to his top lip. Y/N snorted, pressing a hand over her mouth to try and keep her laughter in and Katsuki could see her biting at her lip. “What?” he asked, frowning as he turned to look at Katsuki in confusion and the blonde couldn’t keep his own laughter to himself.
Shit he looked both ridicules and adorable all at the same time and Katsuki hated that he felt that way. “You’re a fucking mess” Katsuki growled out through his dying laughter, lifting a hand and gesturing to the other teen’s face but his frown just deepened, clearly confused. “Come here” Y/N smiled, leaning across the counter and gripping Todoroki’s chin with her finger and thumb, turning his head back round to face her. They both watched in stunned silence as she reached across with her other hand and swiped her thumb across Todoroki’s lip, gathering all the cream onto the digit. Letting go of Todoroki she leant back, popping her cream covered thumb in her mouth and sucked the digit clean, humming softly. Heat pooled in Katsuki’s belly, his face flushing once more. The candy cane wasn’t any better, his eyes going wide and a blush covering his face that was almost the same shade as his hair.
She slid the digit free with a pop, her tongue just darting out briefly to flick across it before she dropped her hand and pushed away from the counter. “Umm sweet” she hummed, winking at them before turning back towards the stove and the empty cup. “Shit!” Katsuki exclaimed loudly as he jumped away from the other teen and the sudden spikes if ice that had erupted from where his hand was grabbing at the counter. “Get a grip” Katsuki hissed, glaring at Todoroki who had the good sense to look ashamed as he reached across and let his other hand heat up and melt the ice. This kept fucking happening, every damned time Y/N flirted with him the shitty candy cane would either set something on fire or send a wave of ice crashing across the room. You would have thought by now the idiot would be used to it considering Y/Ns default setting was to hit on everything with a pulse and the two of them were her favourite targets.
A cup was placed down in front of Katsuki, the rich smell of chocolate and cinnamon filling his senses. Frowning he looked from the rather simple looking drink and up at Y/N who was smirking at him. “Well?” she said expectantly, raising an eyebrow at him and a hint of challenge in her tone that Katsuki couldn’t resist. Grunting he snatched the cup of the side, the heat seeping through the ceramic and warming his hand. He kept his eyes locked with Y/Ns as he lifted the cup to his lips, feeling some sort of sick thrill at finally having her attention solely on him. He knew Todoroki was watching him as well, could feel the other teens mismatched eyes boring into the side of his head and Katsuki really didn’t want to unpack why that sent a tingle of satisfaction running through his body.
The first taste was surprising, the rich velvet chocolate giving way to a slight sweetness of vanilla before a slight heat tingled on his tongue. Placing the cup back down Katsuki licked at his lips, watching as Y/N tracked the movement with her eyes, her own tongue darting out to mimic the action and once again he was reminded of how fucking good it felt to have her focused on him. “Is there chilli in this?” he asked, his voice rougher than he had intended. Y/Ns lips shifted into an easy smirk, her eyes practically fucking glowing with something Katsuki didn’t know was but he knew he wanted to see it there again. “I thought you would like it” Her voice seemed lower, a teasing edge to it that had a wave of heat shooting through his body and a blush forming on his cheeks.
Not knowing what to do or say Katsuki finally looked away, braking whatever it was going on between them. He looked to the side, his eyes landing on Todoroki who was looking at him inquisitively, his head tipped to the side slightly and his brows furrowed. “What?” Katsuki snapped, lifting up his cup and taking another sip of his drink. Out the corner of his eye he could see Y/N opening that god damned bottle of vodka again, measuring out a shot before dumping it in her own glass and mixing it all together with a candy cane before dumping a whole ton of cream on top, the stupid sweet poking out the side.
“Your face is red” the half ‘n’ half bastard said flatly before turning back round and taking another sip of his drink. Katsuki growled, fist clenching around his glass and to his annoyance he could feel his blush getting worse. Katsuki was going to hit him, shove his hand in the other teens face and let him taste one of his explosions. He was going to do that except Y/N was laughing, the sound light and carefree and despite how embarrassed he was feeling Katsuki very well couldn’t hit the bastard now he had been part of the reason for that beautiful sound.
He turned his attention back to Y/N watching as she lifted her own drink to her lips and had a sip, her eyes closing monetarily as a light hum of approval left through her lips. The cardigan she was wearing shifted, falling away from where she had pulled it closed and Katsuki’s eyes snapped down to the orange waistband of his underwear and he was talking before he even realised his mouth was open, his voice low and gravely. “You’re wearing my underwear”.
Y/N tilted her head down to look at her attire before darting her eyes back to him, looking up through her lashes and quirking an eyebrow at him. “How very astute of you” she drawled, sound bored and Katsuki scowled. Clearly she had been spending too much time with the half ‘n’ half bastard. She lifted her head back up, levelling him with a hard look and he couldn’t help but fidget slightly. “Is that a problem?” she asked, almost sounding nervous. “Tch”. Katsuki darted his eyes away, lifting his cup to his lips. It wasn’t a problem, was anything but and Katsuki liked the idea of her in his clothes more than he cared to admit. He always felt like it was some kind of mark of ownership whenever she breezed by with his clothes on, something that screamed to all other interested parties to back the hell of because she was taken and for the most part it worked. It was only really Todoroki and the zombie fucker Shinso that didn’t seem to get the idea but he couldn’t really blame the shitty candy cane as Y/N was constantly wrapping herself in his ridiculously oversized knitwear. Shinso was a different matter entirely though.
“You can wear mine whenever you want”. Katsuki choked at Todoroki’s words, spluttering on his drink as he turned to look at the other teen with wide disbelieving eyes. “The fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed loudly but the stupid idiot was back to looking at him all confused, like he couldn’t understand what was wrong with him offering the girl his underwear to parade around in. Y/N was laughing again, the sound ringing around the room and cutting through Katsuki’s embarrassment at the image of Y/N in the basic black boxers he knew the other teen wore flooded his mind, the image completed with her wearing his black tee with the white skull on the front and her hair mushed from sleep as she smiled lazily, those stupid silver bracelets of hers almost sparkling around her wrists.
“I’ll bare that in mind” she chuckled, walking around the work top to come stand between him and the candy cane, the two of them turning to face her. “Come on” she said with a smile, jerking her head back towards the sofa as she reached out with her free hand and laced her fingers with Todoroki’s free hand and tugged him forward. Katsuki stomped down on the wave of jealousy that washed over him as he glared at their joined hands, following behind them as they headed towards the seating area.
Y/Ns eyes darted to the bags they had left on the table, her smile widening slightly but she didn’t say anything, turning her attention towards the weird nest she had made on the sofa. She placed her cup on the table and got to work, shoving and moving the vast amount of bedding around. “Have you been sleeping down here?” Katsuki asked as he placed his own cup down next to hers and started to help digging out the pillows. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve been sleeping in your beds” she said so matter-of-factly and once again Katsuki was struck dumb.
“What?” he snapped way to loud, dropping the pillow he had been holding. She smirked at him over her shoulder, bending down to fold the duvet and passing it off to Todoroki who didn’t at all seem bothered by the fact that Y/N had been occupying their beds whilst they had been gone. “That’s not the only thing I’ve been doing in your beds” she teased, winking at Katsuki and his brain came to a screeching halt. She couldn’t be implying what he thought she was, could she? No, absolutely not. No way on this earth was she admitting to doing those kind of things in their beds, in his bed. Shit no, he had to stop, shut that train of thought down before he embarrassed himself even more than he already had.
Grunting he bent down to retrieve the dropped pillow, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes and trying not to groan as the idiot asked Y/N what she meant and her snorting, telling the other teen she would tell him when he was older and like the idiot he was Todoroki just frowned and said okay, taking the duvet and placing it on the floor. Katsuki threw the pillows onto the other sofa and then unceremoniously dropped down onto the sofa, legs splayed wide and an arm thrown across the back of the seat.
Y/N handed him his cup and Katsuki took it was a grumbled thanks, taking another sip as he watched Y/N press her own drink into Todoroki’s hand along with his own before gently pushing him down onto the other end of the sofa. She gathered the fleece blanket into her arms and then sank down between them, spreading the blanket over their legs. “Thanks” she mumbled, taking her cup off of Todoroki and then to Katsuki’s surprise she shifted, pressing back into his side and slotting in perfectly under his arm.
Grunting he let his arm fall, draping it across her shoulder and shifting a little closer. He watched as Todoroki shifted closer to, Y/N lifting her legs so they were draped across the other teen’s lap and his free hand resting on her calf over the blanket. They stayed like that for a while, all three of them silent and watching the film Y/N had playing as they sipped at their drinks. Katsuki wasn’t really following the film, the fast paced English proving too much for his wandering mind but it seemed to be some sort of romance that was following a lot of different people that all seemed to be fucking up their relationships one way or another.
He was content to stay this way, not having realised how much he had missed just being close to Y/N until he had seen her but his eyes kept straying back to the gift bag he had left on the table. Katsuki had no idea when the right time would be to bring up the book or when to offer her the gift he had made. She seemed happy to have them here, content as she tipped her head back to rest against his shoulder and Katsuki really didn’t want to screw up the moment by opening his mouth and making all the wrong assumptions but the not knowing was actually starting to get to him now. He needed to know what it meant before he went crazy.
“Not that I’m complaining or anything but why the sudden visit?” Y/N finally broke the silence and Katsuki’s hand stilled where he had been gently running his fingers along her arm. The shitty candy cane looked up him, the two of them staring at each other as they waited to see which one would answer first. “What, we need a reason to come see you now?” Katsuki grumbled, tearing his eyes away from Todoroki to look down at Y/N. She had tipped her head back, looking up at Katsuki with a smile. “No, just found it strange that you two would show up on Christmas Eve of all days” she said knowingly and Katsuki could feel himself blushing again.
Of course she would know what Christmas Eve traditionally was in Japan. She was in the same stupid chat as he and Todoroki were so she would have been able to see all the same sappy couple photos that they had but she wasn’t stupid either. She knew well enough all the strange traditions of many countries, Japan included and he should have known better to think that he would have been able to get away with making his intensions come off as casual.
“So does that mean those are for me?” Y/N jerked her head towards the bags on the table, her smile getting wider and Katsuki’s embarrassment grew as she completely bypassed the obvious reason as to why Katsuki had wanted to see her today. Shit was it supposed to be this hard, giving the girl you liked a gift? “Yeah” he grunted, glancing up at Todoroki before darting his eyes back down to the girl between them. She smiled widely, her eyes alight with excitement as she quickly untangled herself from them and the blanket, shoving it on the floor so she could stand up. She put her now empty cup down on the table and reached across the table, delicate fingers reaching out to snatch up the bags. She dropped back down onto the sofa with a bounce, placing each bag on either side of her.
Todoroki had sat up straighter, his attention turned towards Y/N as she lifted the carrier bag onto her lap, his eyes watching her intently as she reached into the bag. The first thing she pulled out was an ornate looking tin. The metal was black, a pattern of swirling gold vines and leafs wrapping around the box, the lettering on front a deep red and standing out against the black. Humming she popped the lid off, lifting the tin up and sniffing at its contents. “Is that Genmaicha?” she asked, tipping her head and looking at Todoroki with curiosity. The other teen nodded, a small pleased smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You said it was your favourite” he said simply and Y/N beamed up at him with such fondness and Katsuki felt like he was missing something. “I did didn’t I?” Katsuki spent nearly every waking moment with Y/N and the half ‘n’ half bastard, he knew about every sodding conversation they had so how the hell had he missed that bit of information?
Putting the lid back on Y/N placed the tin on the table and turned her attention back to the bag. Katsuki knew what was in there, knew that her eyes would light up at the sweet treats but he wasn’t prepared for the well wrapped gift, the black paper painted in the same swirling gold pattern as the tin of tea. Y/N was still smiling as she opened the paper with delicate yet deft fingers, unwrapping the red ribbon and tying it around her wrist. Once the paper was out the way, folded nicely and placed onto the table along with the now empty bag Y/N ran a single finger across the smooth black box. The whole thing looked expensive and high quality and Katsuki was once again reminded that he couldn’t give Y/N that kind of life style, not yet anyway. Not till he was a pro at the top of the rankings and with numerous endorsements but Todoroki could.
It wasn’t his money, Katsuki knew that, knew the sodding bastard had probably stolen his old man’s credit card to obtain the stupidly overpriced confections. He knew he was being ridiculous because never once had Y/N given him the impression she cared about anything like that but she was accustomed to a certain kind of life style and Todoroki could give her that. He hated how inadequate he felt, how fucking pathetic he was being because he was being fucking practical and saving every spare bit of money he could so he would be able to afford a place of his own after graduation. He wanted to spoil her, wanted to buy her every damned thing she could ever wish for yet here he was only able to give her fucking handmade cookies. God he was pathetic.
Katsuki didn’t know when Y/N had opened the stupid box but suddenly the thing was open and Katsuki was staring down at a selection of weird brown squares covered in some sort of ground up nut. “What the fuck are those?” Katsuki grumbled, scrunching up his face as he leaned forward to get a closer look at the strange sweets. Considering how much money the half ‘n’ half had probably paid Katsuki would have thought he would have gotten something a little prettier, these just looked boring and a little disgusting if he was being honest. “Akasaka mochi” the idiot said with a confused look, talking directly to Katsuki. Huffing he rolled his eyes at the other teen. Really, Katsuki was amazed he had made it through almost three years of hero school considering how god damned stupid he was. “I know that idiot, what sodding kind is it” Katsuki hissed, gesturing to the open box. “Oh, walnut and brown sugar” Todoroki said and Katsuki grunted, looking back down at the sweets.
“Sounds good” Y/N chirped happily as she reached in and plucked one of the confections out of the box. Both teens watched as she lifted it to her mouth, her lips parting as she sank her teeth into it and biting it in half. “Ummm so good” she moaned around her mouthful, eyes fluttering closed briefly as she savoured the taste. As soon as she had swallowed, her eyes snapped open and she turned to the shitty candy cane with a wide smile. “Thank you Shoto they are delicious. Would you like to try some?” She held out the other half of the confection to him, his mismatched eyes darting from the offered treat and up to Y/Ns soft smile. Katsuki sucked in a breath as the other boy learnt forward, his eyes staying fix on Y/N, stray strands of his hair falling across his face as he opened his mouth to accept the treat. And Y/N fucking went along with it, lifting her fingers to his waiting mouth and placing the other half of the sweet on his waiting tongue, her finger tips dragging across his lips as he closed his mouth. The whole thing was fucking obscene and strangely erotic, not helped by the way Y/Ns breath caught and the small moan the half ‘n’ half bastard let out.
She pulled her fingers back, bringing them to her lips and sucking them into her mouth, getting rid of the crumbs that had been left behind. Katsuki could only stare at her dumbfoundedly as she popped each one in her mouth and smiling up at the shitty bastard. He wasn’t even blushing, that idiot just staring blankly down at her as he chewed. How was it an hour ago he was sending ice fucking everywhere but now he didn’t seem to care? Katsuki knew that neither of them had any experience with this kind of shit but at least he was picking up on all the flirting unlike the half ‘n’ half bastard, though what Y/N was doing now was a bit more forward than either were used to. Well what the shitty candy cane was used to because Y/N was currently giving the other teen all her intention instead of Katsuki.
As if sensing his mood shifting Y/N finally turned her wide smile up to Katsuki. “Would you like to try one?” she asked and Katsuki found himself nodding before he even knew he was doing it. If possibly her smile got bigger as she looked down at the tray that sat on her lap, delicate fingers plucking one of the sweets out the box and bringing it to her lips, biting it in half. She was still chewing as she turned back to him, lifting the half of the sweet up to him expectantly.
Katsuki’s eyes darted from the offered treat to her eyes, unsure of what to do next but Y/N just smiled, chewing at the half she had taken. Fuck it, if the shitty candy cane could do it then why couldn’t he? He kept eyes contact as he bent his head down, opening his mouth wide as he took in not only the offered confection but half of Y/Ns fingers as well. Her eyes widened when his lips sealed around her knuckles, his tongue curling up and pressing between her fingers and pushing the sweet from her fingers as he pulled back. His tongue dragged across her fingers, licking the crumbs off before realising them with a pop. Y/N stared up at him with wide and dark eyes, her mouth hanging open in shock and a very noticeable blush on her cheeks, her hand still hanging awkwardly in the air.
Shit. What the fuck had he been thinking? He only meant to take the treat not fucking suck on her fingers like she did those shitty lollipops she like so much. Fuck now he had made things awkward as hell. Jerking back up Katsuki turned his head away from her, his own embarrassed blush warming his cheeks. “There alright” he mumbled around his mouthful, chewing slowly to try and prolong the amount of time he would be able not look at Y/N. Annoyingly the confection was pretty good, not too sweet despite the amount of sugar and had a nice crunch from the chopped nuts that covered the outside. Fucking bastard and his stupidly expensive sweets that didn’t taste like shit.
Next to him Y/N shifted, her knee nudging his and Katsuki reluctantly turned his head back round to watch as she leant forward and placed Todoroki’s gifts on the table before sitting back and pulling the black and gold gift bag onto her lap. Katsuki’s palms started to sweat as he watched her, curious smile on her lips as she tugged on the ribbon that was holding the bag closed, her deft fingers making quick work of the knot. Katsuki felt like he was going to be sick, his nerves twisting in his stomach and he hated it. Fuck he couldn’t stand it, the waiting to see if she liked them or if she was going to laugh in his face, not that he thought she would. Even if she thought they tasted like shit she would still smile up at him and say thank you, making sure she eat a whole cookie to show him how much she appreciated the gift.
Her brows furrowed when she peered into the bag, a small flicker of recognition flashing through her eyes. He knew that reusing the paper was a bad idea. He should never have listened to the old hag. Y/N reached into the bag, lifting the wrapped stack of biscuits out gently as if she thought even the slightest movement would break them. Suddenly Katsuki was struck with the desire to lean across and snatch it from her hands, claim that he had mistakenly given her the wrong gift and he would come back tomorrow with the correct one. Normally he wouldn’t give a shit what anyone thought but Y/N wasn’t just anyone and he very much cared about what she would thinking about his gift but how were they supposed to compare to those stupid fucking sweets that had had her moaning and singing the bastards praise?
Her frown eased back into a soft smile as she delicately undid the ribbon. She left the gift sat on her lap as she pulled off the red ribbon that she had already tied around her wrist. Confused Katsuki watched as she platted the two together. Wordlessly she held the now intertwined ribbons out to him and Katsuki took them gingerly, his eyes darting from the ribbon to her in confusion. All Y/N did was smile before twisting so her back was to Katsuki, moveing her hair out of the way and exposing her neck. Suddenly realising what she wanted Katsuki’s fingers twitched. His hands had only ever been near Y/Ns neck in a fight but this was different, was a hell of a lot more intimate for starters and his didn’t trust his sweating hands not to accidentally spark and end up hurting her.
Licking at his dry lips Katsuki chanced a glance up only to find mismatched eyes staring back at him intently. The shitty candy cane was watching him with his normal blank face but Katsuki was sure he could see a flash of jealousy in his eyes and suddenly Katsuki wasn’t that nervous anymore. Flashing the other teen a smug smirk Katsuki lifted the ribbon over her head and gently pressed it against her neck. His fingers brushed against her soft and smooth skin as he pulled the ends together at the nape of her neck. He fumbled as he tied the ends together, pulling a little tighter than he had intended but Y/N made no protest as the fabric pressed tight against her. He looped the ends into a bow, his fingers trailing along the nape of her neck and down the slope to her shoulder where Todoroki’s cardigan had slipped down a little.
Katsuki’s hand lingered, his fingers absent mindedly rubbing circles against her and a small shiver ran through her. Suddenly he was struck with urge to lean down and brush his lips against the same spot to see if it would get him the same reaction. Shit he couldn’t do that, could he? It would be way too awkward and they were supposed to be friends. Shit, there wasn’t any supposed to be about it, they were just fucking friends. They hadn’t talked about what the hell this even was between them because Katsuki was sure there was something and the shitty candy cane was sitting right there, fucking watching like some damned pervert.
Except he wasn’t.
When Katsuki lifted his gaze from Y/Ns neck he found Todoroki looking down at her instead, his face blank and half a cookie held up in his hand. Katsuki stared on stupidly, his hands falling back to his lap. When the fuck had she opened the stupid cookies? Had he been so caught up in having his hands on her that he had completely blocked out everything else? Did Y/N even like them? Why hadn’t she said anything yet? She had moaned as soon as she got those sodding sweets in her mouth but he hadn’t heard anything like that so did that mean she didn’t like them? He had tasted one before wrapping them, not wanting to give her something that tasted shit and Katsuki had thought they were pretty good but what if she didn’t think the same? Fuck. Shit. Bollocks. He couldn’t do this.
Y/N turned back round, smiling brightly up at Katsuki as she ran her fingers along the ribbon. It looked good, Katsuki couldn’t deny that, the red and gold complimenting each other and standing out perfectly against her skin but he couldn’t afford to get distracted again. The cookies sat on her lap, the paper open and spread across her legs. He quickly counted the stack, only one currently missing so that meant she had given the bastard one before even trying them herself. Katsuki scowled down at the cookies annoyed at the fact. He hadn’t made them for that asshole and he didn’t appreciate her giving one to the idiot.
Y/N held out half a cookie to him, clearly the other half to what she had given the shitty candy cane and with a grunt Katsuki took it, shoving the chocolate and chilli cookie into his mouth in one go. Y/N lifted an eyebrow at him as he angrily chewed, clearly amused at his behaviour. She didn’t look away from him as she lifted another cookie to her lips and Katsuki held his breath, waiting for her reaction. Time seemed to slow down, her lips parting slightly and teeth almost gleaming as they sank down into the cookie. Her eyes lashes fluttered before falling closed, the cookie snapping and then she was moaning, a soft sweet sound that had Katsuki’s breathe stuttering and his cheeks going red.
Y/Ns eyes snapped open going back to his. She pressed a hand over her mouth as she chewed, using it to hide her mouth as she spoke. “So good” she got out around her mouthful and Katsuki’s blush deepened. “Of course they are, I made them” he grumbled, jerking his head up and crossing his arms. Y/N swallowed, her hand dropping slightly so Katsuki could see her tongue swipe across her lips to get at any stray crumbs. “You really are amazingly talented Katsuki”. Katsuki blushed at Y/Ns praise, her words doing weird things to his thumping heart. “Hell yeah I’m the god damned best”. Y/N laughed gently, looking up at him fondly before popping the rest of the cookie into her mouth and humming happily. She liked them, shit she really liked them. Of course she did, Katsuki made them and just like he told her he was the god damned best at everything and that included baking.
“Are they supposed to be spicy?” Todoroki said flatly and Katsuki’s head snapped up to glare at the other teen. He was staring down at the small bit of cookie left in his hand with confusion, as if he was trying to work out if they were supposed to be like that or if Katsuki had fucked up somewhere. Growling Katsuki snapped out his words, only just resisting the urge to reach out and snatching the bit of cookie out of his hand and shove it into his own mouth. “If it’s too much for your weak ass than don’t eat it dumb ass”. Todoroki frowned at him, his annoyance clear in his stupid mismatched eyes. He popped the rest of the cookie in his mouth and Katsuki snorted when he scrunched up his nose but the idiot still eat it without any more complaints. Not that Katsuki actually cared what the bastard thought.
Y/N was laughing gently as she leaned forward, placing the cookies down next to the box of mochi. “Thank you” she said earnestly looking at the stupid candy cane as she spoke only to turn her smile towards Katsuki after. “Both of you. I, I’m glad you came”. He knew she was referring to both of them but he could easily pretend it was directed just at him considering he was the one she was looking at. “You’re welcome” Todoroki said flatly the same time Katsuki mumbled “whatever”. Y/N rolled her eyes at him but it was done with a smile as she shoved at him playfully. Katsuki let out an annoyed growl and shoved her back but a little too hard and she fell into Todoroki who grunted and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against his side and glared disapprovingly at Katsuki.
He snarled at the other teen, reaching out and grabbing Y/Ns wrist and tried to pull her back towards him but the asshole tightened his grip and refused to let go. Growling he yanked on her arm a little harder, his other hand heating up in preparation to shove his exploding palm into the other boys face if he didn’t let go. He didn’t seem all that concerned with Katsuki’s smoking palm, a thin layer of ice starting to form on his left side and Katsuki felt the temperature drop slightly.
“Behave” Y/N laughed, prying Todoroki’s arm from around her as she yanked her hand free of Katsuki’s grasp. The two boys continued to glare at each other over her head but didn’t make any move to reclaim Y/N as their own. She shoved Katsuki back and he went with a grumble, settling back in the corner and crossing his arms over his chest but it didn’t last long. Y/N lifted his arm and suddenly he found her tucked underneath it, her body pressed against his side and head resting on his chest, his arm being draped over her shoulder. Katsuki’s hand twitched on her shoulder before it tightened and pulled her a little close. This he was used to, having spent enough nights in bed with her in almost this exact position.
She twisted her arm, patting her thigh briefly before holding her arm out wide in invitation. Katsuki watched as the shitty candy cane moved up the sofa, pressing his body against the back and resting his head on the side of Y/Ns thigh but it might as well have been her ass. She brought her legs up onto the sofa, stretching them out across the cushions and Todoroki instantly cuddled up to them, pressing his body completely against them and slotting one between his legs as he brought one of his knees up. Katsuki glared down at where the other teen had his arms curled around Y/Ns naked thigh, one hand dangerously close to somewhere his hand had no right to be. His jealousy was short lived though, Y/N curling her arm around his stomach and squeezing gently at him as she snuggled down, smiling as she rubbed her head against his pec.
Katsuki licked nervously at his dry lips, his free hand clenching into a tight fist against his leg. This was no different to any of those nights the three of them had spent occupying the same small bed though normally the bastards head wasn’t anywhere near Y/Ns ass but this felt strangely more intimate than normal. Katsuki didn’t know if it was because it was Christmas Eve, the traditional day for lovers and they were currently wrapped around each other like couples would only ever do or if it was just because he had finally decided to act on his feelings. Whatever the reason was Katsuki didn’t actually care because whatever the reason he was grateful for it. It felt right to have her like this and for now he was content to stay like this for a while before he opened his mouth and inevitably fucked it all up by asking her out.
Katsuki lost track of time easily, losing himself in the moment. They watched one Christmas movie after another, the three of them lounging over the sofa and tangling together. Katsuki complained about the shitty and predictable plots whilst Todoroki constantly questioned why things were happening and Y/N would patiently explain it to him whilst Katsuki made sarcastic comments, though her answers often ended up being ‘because Christmas’ or ‘magic’ witch seemed to be the running theme across all of the movies. Though romance was also another annoyingly persistent aspect and wasn’t doing anything to help with Katsuki’s nerves over asking Y/N on a date.
They continued to eat the things he and the shitty candy cane had brought, cookies getting snapped in half to share and the mochi getting bitten in half though thankfully there was no more embarrassing finger sucking. At one point the half ‘n’ half bastard had tried to feed him though and Katsuki had tried to bite his fucking fingers off. They drank more hot chocolate and then when that was gone they started on the tea that Todoroki had brought, the shit as annoyingly good as the mochi had been.
They had fun, talking and laughing about random shit that normally Katsuki wouldn’t really care about. He didn’t complain about all the unhealthy shit they were eating, stating he would get in an extra-long workout the next day when Y/N teased him about it and when the bastard actually had the gall to laugh Katsuki had made it very clear that Todoroki would be joining him at seven am for a five mile run whether he liked it or not. Y/N promised him she would hit the gym before he got the chance to invite her along as well, telling them in detail what her work out routine would be so he had bitten his tongue so he wouldn’t try and persuade her to come along when clearly she didn’t want to. Katsuki didn’t blame her, it was going to be fucking freezing and though he was regretting his rushed declaration he wouldn’t take it back. He would just have to wear a couple of extra layers and run faster.
Katsuki didn’t really notice it starting to get darker, not until his phone dinged with a text from the old hag demanding to know if he was coming home for dinner or if things were going that well he would be out all night. He told her in no uncertain terms to leave him alone and that he would sort his own food out when he got home, not that he knew when that would be. He had hoped she would leave it at that but of course he wasn’t that lucky, the old hag texting back and telling him to use protection because she was too young to become a grandmother. Katsuki had gone bright red at that, his entire body feeling like he had been set on fire as it went still. Of course this had gotten Y/Ns attention and when he refused to tell her what had been said Y/N had tried to take his phone, clambering over him to try and get it. They had fought for it and somehow Y/N had ended up pinned beneath him on the sofa, half sprawled across Todoroki and her legs spread to accommodate Katsuki between them. He had been all smug about winning until Y/N had moved and he realised the position they were in. He had panicked, scrambling to get off the sofa and away from Y/N, claiming he needed to piss as he practically ran from the room.
It was where he was now, fucking hiding in the dorms bathrooms as he tried to calm the fuck down. He splashed cold water over his face, hoping it would help his face cool down. Shit he needed to get a grip before he fucked everything up. Trust the fucking hag to screw up his day. He had been doing just fine and now she had gone and put ideas in his head that he didn’t sodding want there, not right now any way. He liked Y/N, wanted to date her so yeah he had thought about that but now wasn’t the time for that. If he was lucky that would come latter but first he needed to actually get the damned girl to date him and he couldn’t have things like that distracting him.
Grabbing at a towel he angrily dried his face. He could do this. He just had to go back down there, pull her to one side and say thanks for the gift and then ask her to come to the stupid New Year’s fireworks with him, just him. He could do that, of course he could. He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki and he could do fucking anything. With his confidence restored and a plan of action in place Katsuki made his way back down stairs expecting to find the other two in a similar position as they had been before Y/N had tried to get his phone but of course he wouldn’t be that lucky.
Stepping back into the room he found Y/N sat in the middle of the sofa, seemingly on her own. As he got closer though he found Todoroki on the floor between her legs, Y/N stroking and played with his hair. She did that a lot and the bastard seemed to like it, always ending up with a content little smile on his lips. It always made Katsuki think of a cat, especially with his aloof personality but if he started to fucking purr Katsuki was going to slap him. Y/N turned to smile up at him shuffling forwards until she was sat on the edge of the sofa and gave him an expectant look before turning her attention back to the film currently playing. Katsuki glanced at the space, knowing what she wanted but unsure if he should. His plan was slowly crumbling and he was at a loss at what to do now.
Fuck it. He should take the opportunity whilst it was there, act like the couple he wanted them to be even if the shitty candy cane was there. He still had time. Just because he couldn’t ask now didn’t mean he wouldn’t find an opportunity to do it latter. He climbed over the back of the sofa, dropping down behind her and spreading his legs wide around her hips. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her tight against him, hooking his chin over her shoulder and looked down at her hands as she ran them through Todoroki’s hair. It looked soft and for a brief moment Katsuki thought about reaching his own hand out to see if it was but he quickly shut that idea down.
On screen a couple were stood outside in the snow, declaring their love for one another after all the utter bullshit they had just put the other through and Katsuki scoffed as the man dug in his pocket for a present, probably some sort of call back to a throwaway line earlier in the film that he hadn’t really been paying attention to, having given up once it became clear that they were using the shitty rivals to lovers troupe. “Why is he giving her an orange?” Todoroki said flatly, tipping his head to the side and even though Katsuki couldn’t see his face he knew his brows would be furrowed in confusion and a little frown tugging at his lips. “Because it’s a Christmas tradition” Y/N laughed, the action jostling Katsuki and he huffed at the disturbance, digging his chin into her shoulder to keep her still.
The shitty candy cane tipped his head back so he could look up at Y/N, his eyes calculating and brows furrowed. “Would you like it if I gave you an orange?” Katsuki looked down at the idiot in disbelief, mumbling “what the fuck is wrong with you” at his clearly serious question. An orange, why the fuck would Y/N want an orange? Y/Ns hands had stilled where she had been pushing the other teens hair away from his face, an amused smile in her lips. “Sure, why not. Just the one though”. She held up one finger to emphasise the point before tapping Todoroki on the nose with it, the mismatched boy wrinkling his nose up at the action. She would probably come to regret those words, the idiot probably giving her one orange every day for the rest of her life now.
The talk of traditions had Katsuki thinking though. Christmas wasn’t that big of a deal out in Japan, sure they celebrated it but not to the extent as they did in other parts of the world. Surely Y/N must have traditions of her own, things that her and her old man would always do this time of year but she hadn’t mentioned anything, hadn’t really mentioned anything about what Christmas was for her, always keeping quite when it had been brought up and giving vague answers when asked directly. From how they had found her it was clear to see that she hadn’t really had any plans for the day apart from eating crap food and watching even crappier films but surely that couldn’t be what she would normally have done? “Do you have any traditions?” Katsuki grumbled, turning his head slightly so he could look at her
“Hum?” Y/N didn’t even glance at him, her attention completely on the shitty candy cane as she smiled softly down at him and continued to run her hands though his hair, pushing it away from his face and rubbing her fingers into his temple, effectively giving him a head massage. Scowling Katsuki sat up straighter, lifting his head up so he could actually turn his head to look at her properly. “Christmas traditions, do you have any?” he growled, a slight edge to his voice that he refused to believe was annoyance at being ignore for the other teen.
Y/Ns hands stilled, her body going tense in Katsuki’s arms and the smile falling from her face. It was an odd reaction to have to a simple question and Katsuki was suddenly suspicious. “Erm no, not really” Y/N said dismissively as she went back to stroking the idiots hair, her eyes staying focused on her task and refusing to meet Katsuki’s gaze. Her body stayed stiff against him though, her smile never returning and despite knowing better Katsuki pressed for more information, wanting to get to the bottom of her sudden odd behaviour. “Isn’t Christmas supposed to be a big thing and all that out in Europe? Didn’t you and your family ever do anything?”
Todoroki was watching her now as well, his mismatched eyes cold and calculating and Katsuki knew he had felt it to, the sudden shift in the atmosphere. It was like she was waiting for the axe to drop, like the calm before a storm that you knew would leave your life devastated. “Well yeah but I didn’t, I wasn’t, my life’s not...” Y/N trailed off into a frustrated groan, clearly unable to find the right words. Sighing she tipped her head forward, one of her hands coming up to rub at her temples. It was only supposed to be a simple question, Katsuki hadn’t expected it to get the reaction it had but clearly he had said something wrong. He felt bad about pushing, at being the reason Y/N suddenly seemed so stressed and tense. Shit he never learned when to keep his mouth shut and yet again he had gone and ruined what had been a great fucking day by letting his mouth run.
With another sigh Y/N went lax, slumping back to lean into Katsuki. He grunted in surprise at her sudden weight on him, his arms instinctively wrapping around her tighter. The hand that had been rubbing at her eyes fell to his arm and she slid her hand over his, lacing their fingers together and trapping his hand between hers and her stomach. Katsuki didn’t know what to do, his neck stretched out to keep his head away from her. He hadn’t been expecting the sudden movement, to end up with her back pressed completely against his front and her ass pressing against his groin. She seemed to have melted against him, her head resting on his shoulder and eyes still closed. With a sigh of his own Katsuki gave in, resting his chin on her shoulder once more.
On the floor Todoroki shifted, turning more to the side and resting his head on her knee, his head tilted up to look at her with the same concern that Katsuki was sure was on his own face. Y/N didn’t open her eyes as she lifted the hand that wasn’t clinging to Katsuki’s, her fingers sliding into Todoroki’s hair and pushing the strands away from his face. The three of them stayed that way for a few long minutes, Y/N never opening her eyes and a small frown on her lips. Katsuki felt useless, unsure what he had done wrong and not knowing how to fix it. He was just curious, desperate to know everything he could about Y/N because despite the months he had known her and how close they had gotten she didn’t really share much about her life before she came to U.A and when she did offer up bits of information it was always vague and left Katsuki feeling like he hadn’t gotten the whole truth from her.
Y/N huffed, her eyelashes fluttering open. She stared straight ahead, a resigned look in her eyes. “When I was younger we used to go out to Lake Baikal for a month over Christmas and New Year’s. We owned a cabin up in the mountains and it would just be me and my father. We would go skiing and ice skating down on the lake and in the evenings we would lay in front of the fire and play games or tell stories”. Her voice held a strange mix of happiness and mourning, like how Katsuki imagined people would talk about dead loved ones when they reminisce about the happy times they had shared together. She had a faraway look in her eyes and he knew that in her mind she was back in those moments, remembering happier times.
“Sounds nice” Todoroki said flatly and Y/N tilted her head down to look at the other teen with a sad smile. “It was. The whole back wall of the cabin was glass and we would always go out into the forest on our first day there and cut down a tree and set it by the window. He would make hot chocolate and then we would spend the day decorating it. There was always something so magical about turning the lights on and watching them twinkle and bounce off the glass whilst a snow storm raged just outside but I suppose all good things must come to an end”. Katsuki held her closer, pressing his face into her shoulder as he let her words wash over him.
He could imagine it, a younger Y/N all bright eyed and full of wonder as an older, faceless guy with the same colour hair as her lifted her up into his arms as they stood and watched the lights on the tree twinkle with cups of hot chocolate in hand. It sounded like a nice memory and it was no wonder she cherished those moments but from the way she spoke something had changed and whatever relationship she had had with her old man was now just something she looked back on with a sense of loss and longing. Katsuki wanted to give her that feeling of wonder again, wanted to take away the sadness he could see creeping in and make her laugh.
On the screen a couple were stood arguing in front of a packed ice rink, the women crying as the man walked away but Katsuki wasn’t paying too much attention to what was going on, his eyes fixed on the background and suddenly he had an idea of how to fix the mood he had broken by opening his stupid mouth. “Go get dressed” he growled out as he slipped his hand out from under hers and tried to untangle himself from her. “I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said turning her head and pulling back to look at Katsuki with a mix of confusion and disbelief. Huffing he kicked at the shitty candy cane, digging his toes into his side as Katsuki tried to get him up and moving but all it seemed to accomplish was getting the other teen to glare at him. “I said go get dressed and make sure you put something warm on, I’m not being held responsible if your stupid ass freezes” he growled as he resorted to leaning around Y/N and shoving at Todoroki’s head and shoulders and finally with a grunt the idiot was moving, standing up and glaring down at Katsuki in annoyance.
Katsuki could see he was about to start bitching but he didn’t give him a chance, grabbing Y/Ns waste and practically picking her up as he stood and placing her onto her feet. “Hurry up we ain’t got all night” he grumbled, shoving her none to gently towards the stairs. She looked over her shoulder at him and he could see the annoyance in her eyes at being pushed around but she didn’t try to stop him and he knew she could if it was really pissing her off. “Fine just stop with the shoving” she grumbled and instantly he stopped, his hands falling to his sides. Huffing she turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest and frowned up at him. Katsuki mimicked her, pulling himself to his full height as he looked at her expectantly. She glared back at him but gave up quickly, huffing in annoyance before she spun on her heels and stormed of, muttering to herself and probably curse Katsuki to hell and back. That was fine, he would live and now she was gone he could put his plan into motion.
“What are you up to?” Todoroki demand and Katsuki spun back round to glare at the other teen. “Shut up” he growled out as he stalked back over to him, grabbing a fistful of his stupid turtleneck and yanked him towards him. The idiot didn’t even flinch, not even bothering to use his quirks to get Katsuki off of him. No, he just raised an eyebrow at him in question and let himself be man handled. “You are going to do exactly as I say, got it?” Katsuki growled out, hating that he had to look up slightly. Todoroki sighed, giving Katsuki a bored look but he didn’t protest. Satisfied that the bastard would listen to him Katsuki leaned in, whispering his plan in the other teen’s ear because he wouldn’t put it past Y/N to be lurking around the corner, trying to listen in.
He didn’t miss the way Todoroki stiffened then shivered when Katsuki’s hot breath puffed out against his right ear as he growled out his demands. As he pulled back he couldn’t help but blow in his ear, a big puff that had the other teen jerking back. He scowled at Katsuki as he rubbed at his ear but it only made Katsuki laugh harder. With a put upon sigh the bastard tugged Katsuki’s had free of his jumper and headed towards the door, silently putting on his boots and jacket before heading outside to do as Katsuki had asked.
Now alone Katsuki managed to get his laughter under control, taking a deep breath and looking round the room at the mess they had made. Deciding it was better than just standing there Katsuki started to tidy, clearing away rubbish and dirty cups, washing everything up and drying it before putting it away. It kept him busy and kept his mind off the inevitable freak out he would probably have if he actually thought about what he and the candy cane were up to. Fuck he hoped she liked it and it didn’t make her sad and cry. He could deal with the melancholy look but not tears, he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do if she cried.
The lift doors pinged as Katsuki put the last saucepan away and his head snapped up and round just as the doors slid open and Y/N stepped out. She had ditched everything she had been wearing, now in a pair of black jeans and Katsuki’s crimson hoodie, her leather jacket thrown over it and her signature boots on. He could see that she had left the red and gold improvised choker on, the sparkling fabric just visible above his hoodie and he couldn’t help but remember how her skin had felt there. He would be thinking about that latter, he was sure of it. Playing the moment over in his head but the shitty candy cane wouldn’t be there and he would have had the balls to lean down and press his lips against her neck.
“Alright blondie I’m dressed, now what?” Y/Ns agitated words pulled Katsuki out of his fantasy before he could get too sucked in. She didn’t look that impressed that she had been made to put actual clothes on instead of his underwear and the bastard’s cardigan but she would get over it, hopefully. Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes at her as he trudged over to the doors and started to pull his many layers back on. “Defeats the point of it being a surprise if I told you” he grumbled, bending down to shove his boots on. Fuck he hoped she liked it and he hadn’t just completely misread the situation.
Katsuki jerked back up as he felt arms wrapping around his middle, Y/N pressing against his back. “I thought you and Shoto were my surprise” she murmured into his ear and he knew she hand to be stood on her toes to reach despite the extra height her boots gave her. Nervously he licked at his lips, glancing out the window to see what the half ‘n’ half bastard was up to but he was nowhere to be seen. This was it, his chance to ask her. There was no one else around to see if he got turned down or if she said yes and he broke out into a stupidly wide smile. Shit, she was even stood behind him so he wouldn’t have to look at her face, waiting for a reaction as he asked.
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1..Who was the last person you held hands with? Probably My son
2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy until I’m
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My surgeon
4. Are you easy to get along with? I try to Be. Don’t give me a reason to not Like you 😉
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Never had someone take care of me from drinking .....I’m usually taking care of everyone else
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Loyal. Chill. Down to earth .
7. Are you married? No.
8. Do you want to get married? Eventually . I do , but I need it to be for the right reason.
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Makes me feel Lonely lately believe it or not.... 😔
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Steve
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Oh cool 😎”
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
lil peep- star shopper
Brand new-Jesus Christ
Bebe rexha- I’m a mess
Anything Billie eillish
Doja cat -rules
That’s more than 5, Idc
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Only certain people
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? I don’t know anymore
15. What good thing happened this summer? Got a tan and not covid 👌🏼👌🏼
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? My little guy? I will kiss him when ever I can cause one day he’s not gonna want me to and I’ll be sad
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Absolutely
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Yes
19. Do you like bubble baths? 110%
20. Do you like your neighbors? Yea
21. What are you bad habits? Overthinking, caring to much.
22. Where would you like to travel? Anywhere
23. Do you have trust issues? No, people that scumbag me Normally get cut off so I only keep ppl around I trust.
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Coffee & a bowl
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Uhhh everything from the chin down 😔
26. What do you do when you wake up? Set gage up for class in the living room
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?darker
28. Who are you most comfortable around? Lauren Rayza
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? They don’t get the chance, yes a few tried to contact me but my mentality is fuck them.... one even tried emailing my friends to reach me 🙄🙄🖕🏼
30. Do you ever want to get married? I do, one day. Didn’t I just answer this
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Idk I’d have to think about it
33. Spell your name with your chin. The fuck?
34. Do you play sports? What sports? Bought a bike yesterday Lol. I used to be on the swim team and I played soccer~ also took dance for 7 years.
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Depends on my mood
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Absolutely.
37. What do you say during awkward silences? Try to avoid them at all Costs
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? No.
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Sephora Ulta Victoria secret
40. What do you want to do after high school? Lol I think that bridge has been crosses already
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Not everyone , no.
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Normally bad anxiety and hurting , or extremely chill
43. Do you smile at strangers?
Yea I do.... but now I forget I have a mask on and look like a retard
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Can I just going fishing ?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My son.
46. What are you paranoid about? Money
47. Have you ever been high? There’s a joint in my hand.
48. Have you ever been drunk? Who writes these things??
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? No.
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Navy
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Eh wish I was still me with more $$$
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? I don’t have to wish, I’m doing it.
53. Favourite makeup brand? Tarte, morphs, fenty
54. Favourite store? Didn’t I answer this?
55. Favourite blog? My own💚
56. Favourite colour? Black, Periwinkle , light lavender ,pink
57. Favourite food? Japanese
58. Last thing you ate? 8 hours slow cooked ribs
59. First thing you ate this morning? Coffee
60. Ever won a competition? For what? Probably & Idr
61. Been suspended/expelled? Started a food fight in the science lab and they suspended the wrong Angela ~Womp womp...I did get detention a lot cause my shirt was too low in the front tho.
62. Been arrested? No
63. Ever been in love? Yea I think so
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? No. ☺️
65. Are you hungry right now? I could eat.
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Meh
67. Facebook or Twitter? Fb
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr
69. Are you watching tv right now?yes
70. Names of your bestfriends? Stephanie Lauren Rayza Kat Christina
71. Craving something? A simple hand hold...😔.... compliment here or there . To not have to do everything myself... I crave the help I constantly ask for and never get. I crave dick, I just don’t understand this shit anymore.... damnit tumblr u struck a nerve .
72. What colour are your towels? Mixed
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?idk
75. Favourite animal? So many..... tigers maybe? & Lynx. Sharks.
76. What colour is your underwear? Not wearing any 😬
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Mint chocolate chip
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Olive green
80. What colour pants? None on.
81. Favourite tv show? In the dark
82. Favourite movie? All 50 shades.
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? First one
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? How do these compare
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? The Lebanese chick
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Turtles
87. First person you talked to today? Gage
88. Last person you talked to today? Myself
89. Name a person you hate? Hate is a strong word.
90. Name a person you love? Gage
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Lol Geoff
92. In a fight with someone? No
93. How many sweatpants do you have? No idea
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Too many
95. Last movie you watched? “What if”
96. Favourite actress? Perry Mattfeld
97. Favourite actor? Hmmmm
98. Do you tan a lot?yassss
99. Have any pets? A zoo
100. How are you feeling? Confused, tired burning out ..
101. Do you type fast? I try
102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes
103. Can you spell well? Eh
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes
107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes
108. What should you be doing? Listing stuff on Etsy
109. Is something irritating you right now? No
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Absolutely
111. Do you have trust issues? No, just don’t give me a reason too.
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Ohhhh I don’t cry in front of ppl,cause then there’s a witness... did cry today tho, but you couldn’t see me.
113. What was your childhood nickname? Angiefur
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes
115. Do you play the Wii?not really
116. Are you listening to music right now? No
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yes
118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes
119. Favourite book? Crank
120. Are you afraid of the dark?some times
121. Are you mean? Don’t cross me 😘
122. Do you believe in “the one that got away”? Yes.
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? I try
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Idk
125. Do you believe in true love? Yes
126. Are you currently bored? Yes
127. What makes you happy? Attention lol romance? I think romance is dead tho...
128. Would you change your name? My last name? If I were getting married, yes
129. What your zodiac sign? Leo
130. Do you like subway? Food yes, smelly train no....
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? All my besties have vaginas, nothing to worry about.
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Steve
133. Favourite lyrics right now? Brand new : Jesus Christ
134. Can you count to one million? Yea but why
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t lie so I don’t have that problem
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed Cause only 1 Of my 4 asshole cats I allowed in my room
137. How tall are you? Oh how short am I? 5’1
138. Curly or Straight hair? Straight
139. Brunette or Blonde? Right now black
140. Summer or Winter?summer
141. Night or Day? Summer nights
142. Favourite month? August
143. Are you a vegetarian? Keto
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark
145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee
146. Was today a good day? I think so
147. Mars or Snickers? Dark chocolate Milky Way
148. What’s your favourite quote? I’d have to think about it
149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
“His thumb brushes my lower lip, and his breath hitches. He’s staring into my eyes, and I hold his anxious, burning gaze for a moment, or maybe it’s forever…but eventually, my attention is drawn to his beautiful mouth. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I want to be kissed.”
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Something Different
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer go on their first date. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Fluff, Smut 18+ (oral sex- female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex- creampie) Warnings: Sex, language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 5.9k
NOTE: This was my favorite part to write so far! I hope you all love it as much as I do! I have a little epilogue planned next, and I’m not sure when it’ll be up, but I’ve really loved seeing how much you enjoyed this series! Thank you for reading! 🥰
Y/N had never felt as much like a teenage girl as she did that Friday night. She stood in front of her floor-length mirror, smoothing out her dress and contemplating whether or not she should change. For the seventh time. And she'd been on dates before, but this time was different. Usually she barely knew the guys she'd gone on first dates with, but she'd already slept with this guy. On more than one occasion. And every time she did, she felt herself fall deeper and deeper under his spell. She wasn't sure if he knew the full effect of what he was doing to her, always taking up space in every crack and crevice of her thoughts until she felt like she couldn't breathe.
And that was what made this date different from all the rest. She knew Spencer. She liked Spencer. And she was almost positive that after this date she would be, at the very least, a little bit in love with Spencer.
At that thought, Y/N felt her heart swell in her chest, suddenly invested in the act of making him feel the same way, if he wasn't already.
So she reverted back to her original outfit choice, something she at first thought was too sexy for a first date, but ultimately was the boldest and best option. It was satin and deep violet in color, the fabric clinging to her body in every best way possible. It landed mid-thigh and the neckline was low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage without it being too overwhelming. Her father would have told her it looked more like a dish towel than a dress, and that fact alone was enough to convince Y/N that it was just perfect. It did have thin straps though, and it was freezing as hell at night, so she added a black cardigan that added just the right amount of elegance and warmth to the look.
She paired the whole look together with black pumps and threw her hair up in a loose clip, made for easy taking-down if the night ended as well as she hoped.
Just as she was applying the last of her makeup—simple black eyeliner and mascara, complimented with tinted cherry lip balm rather than lipstick—there was a knock on the door.
"Just a second!" she called out, rushing to spritz on some vanilla perfume and give herself a final onceover in the mirror. With a final deep breath, she switched off the lights and made her way to the door, silently praying that she wouldn't fall on her face.
"Hey, pretty gi— oh..."
The second she saw Spencer in the doorway, Y/N felt her insides swarm with butterflies. The way he took her in, completely captured by her presence as his eyes couldn't decide where to linger longest utterly wrecked her.
And he looked... God, if he wasn't the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. And of course she'd seen him in some rather beautiful positions prior to right then, but his hungry eyes, practically claiming her as his own as they raked her figure accompanied by the outfit he wore and the way his hair perfectly framed his face in soft waves... It felt like she was bathing in sunlight.
He wore a white undershirt and navy suit jacket, the tie the same color only accented with red stripes, and black dress pants. If she had to describe it, she would have said he looked like he came right of the page of a magazine, and even that wasn't generous enough. She knew she should say something to break the silence that had fallen between them, but she couldn't even remember her own name.
Thankfully Spencer seemed to get a hold of himself before she did, saying, "You look... amazing. A-and that's not even the right word, I... Wow."
Y/N felt her cheeks grow hot, playing with the hem of her cardigan. "Thanks, you... You look great, too. Um, let me go grab my purse, I'll be right back."
"Wait, before you do..."
She hadn't even noticed his hand was behind his back until he brought it out, bringing with it a small gathering of flowers. Lavenders. "You brought me lavenders?" she inquired, taking them with a smile. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
Spencer seemed to rock on his feet nervously. "They're generally known for their relaxation properties, and, you know, I figured since we always seem to end up talking about de-stressing, they seemed fitting."
Y/N laughed, her face growing warmer. "That's perfect, I love them. I'm gonna go find a vase for these real quick."
As she rummaged through her cabinets for something even remotely resembling a vase, she settled on a tall mason jar she had in the back, filling it with water and placing the flowers inside, letting it perch on the kitchen counter. When she turned around she found that Spencer had made his way inside, the door closed behind him. "Unfortunately they won't last very long without soil, water, and sunlight, but if they dry up you could always use them for decorations. I noticed you have lots of dried plants in your apartment."
With a smile, she grabbed her purse off the coat rack in the living room. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I do. I've always loved pressing flowers and stuff. My mom and I used to do it all the time when I was younger, and I guess it stuck."
"That's really nice. It's definitely better than the clutter of my apartment," he says with a laugh as they both make their way to the door.
"Oh, I don't know. I like your clutter, it's rather charming."
He laughed as he opened the door and stepped aside so she could walk through. "You've only been to my apartment once, and we were a bit... occupied for you to notice, so how would you know?"
They paused in the hallway as she closed the door and looked up at him, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. She grabbed the end of his tie and tugged it a little, turning it over in her fingers as she stared at him. "Trust me, Spencer, it's hard to believe that anything about you isn't charming."
It was his turn to blush, his smirk transforming into a shy smile. She let go of his tie and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together before leading him down the hallway.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were surprised," Y/N said once the waiter left to grab their drinks.
"Oh, I-I guess I just... I don't know why, it's just that I didn't... expect you to be a white wine person, that's all."
"You can tell what kind of wine I like?" she laughed.
Spencer returned it, brushing some of the hair from his face. "Well, I guess not, since I pegged you wrong..."
She shrugged. "You don't have to be embarrassed about that, I wouldn't expect you to have known."
"Oh, I'm not embarrassed, it's just that usually I'm better at reading people, that's all."
"Is that right?" Y/N mused, leaning forward a little. She smiled at him. "How come?"
Spencer swallowed before answering. "Well, my job... I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, so my team and I study human behavior to catch killers."
Holy shit, that's so hot, she thought, silently hoping she didn't say that out loud. "Wow, so... you're a total badass, then. I gotta say, G-man, that's impressive."
He blushed under the dim light of the restaurant lights. He'd picked out this nice Italian place not too far from their apartment. Y/N had always wanted to go because she loved Italian food, but it was always too expensive and she never really had the time. When Spencer had suggested it, she practically begged him not to, insisting that she didn't want to make him spend so much money on her. In turn he told her, "I don't mind, you're worth spending a little money on," and that was that. Still she felt a little guilty, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. Not to mention the place was absolutely beautiful, easily one of the nicest places she'd ever been to. So if he was willing to do all this just to spend some time with her, then Y/N figured it was a good sign.
"What about you, what exactly is it that you do?"
Y/N shrugged a little. "Oh, well it's no fancy badass government job, but I work at a music store downtown. I just got promoted, so I'm an associate manager."
"Oh, that's great! What kind of music do you like?"
The way he genuinely looked so interested in what she had to say made her heart swell. She cleared her throat before answering. "My parents raised me on Classic Rock, so my brain is pretty much just made up of Queen lyrics, but... I listen to a little of everything. There isn't much I don't like, really, save for maybe hardcore metal. Though, some of it I've heard is okay."
Spencer laughed a little. "That's nice. I don't really listen to a variety of things, mostly classical, but... I don't know, maybe you could... introduce me to some of your favorites? Broaden my horizons?"
He almost sounded shy asking, but that only made the sentiment more endearing. Y/N smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. "Anytime, G-man."
The waiter came back with the wine then, and they got to ordering. Y/N ordered a lemon chicken piccata while Spencer settled on pasta alla norma. Of course they had a side of breadsticks and they each got a small tomato soup to sip on while they waited.
They continued to chat about their favorite things, anywhere from as general as their favorite books and movies to as random as their favorite flowers and candle scents. It was nice getting to know these tiny details. And normally this type of small talk was awkwardly necessary and devastatingly tedious, but with Spencer it felt effortless. She liked telling him about her favorite things, no matter how small they were, and just the same she liked listening to him. The way he spoke, his eyes lighting up as he talked about what made him happy made Y/N warm, feeling once again that night like she was bathing in sunlight.
That's what he was. The human embodiment of pure sunlight.
As they ate they talked a little bit about their childhoods. Spencer mentioned how it was mostly just him and his mother, and he almost seemed a little sad when he talked about it. She wanted to let him keep going, but at some point she realized that he was getting a little emotional and uncomfortable, so she made a point to respectfully change the subject, in turn telling some embarrassing childhood stories of her own. For one thing, she loved telling anyone about how she angrily chucked a remote at her brother when they were kids and gave him a permanent scar on his forehead, but ultimately she loved seeing Spencer smile, and she knew that the story would do the trick. It always did.
"Why did you do it?" he laughed after swallowing a bite of his food.
Y/N shrugged with a smile. "He was bugging me about wanting to watch something else, and it just annoyed me so badly that I decided I had enough. I should have been sorry, too, especially after being yelled at, but I really thought he deserved it. And now when people ask why he has this big-ass scar on his forehead, he has to tell them that his big sister chucked a remote at his head. It embarrasses him and it amuses me, so..."
Spencer laughed a little harder, setting his fork down and folding his hands together. "Sounds... like an interesting childhood."
"Yeah, that's putting it mildly. My brother and I did a lot of roughhousing, which would make more sense if he was the older one, but what are you gonna do?"
"So... What, you put him in headlocks and pinned him to the ground like a wrestler all the time?" he asked with an amused laugh.
"Yeah, something like that," she laughed right back.
"Well, I hope he hasn't sustained too much injury permanently over the years... Maybe one day I can ask him about it."
The thought of Spencer meeting her family gave her more butterflies, and it became evident that he was feeling the same way, because he blushed almost immediately after he said it.
"You two would probably get along really well, actually. He loves true crime and stuff, so I'm sure he'd love to talk to you about your job if that's not too forward. Plus, he reads more than I do, so I'm sure you'd find something else in common there."
"Yeah, that sounds great. I like him already."
She smiled, her heart still beating exponentially fast. A small part of her wondered if maybe talk of meeting family members was going too far for a first date, and on any other first date it would've been. But Spencer seemed to be genuinely entertaining the idea of meeting and discussing some of his life with her brother, and that was what flipped the switch. She was starting to feel it. She was starting to fall in love with him.
When the two of them got in the car, Spencer turned on the radio before they started their journey home— a Classic Rock station. Y/N smiled, immediately recognizing the melody to, coincidentally enough, her favorite Queen song, Who Wants To Live Forever. She told him as much.
He turned the volume up and started driving, listening to her sing along softly. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him turning his head every once in a while, obviously sneaking a glance at her enjoying her favorite music. The thought sent a bloom of warmth through her chest as the song faded out and started playing Photograph by Def Leppard. Spencer turned the radio down just a little and nodded, turning down the street.
"I like it. I can see why it would be your favorite."
"This is another one of my favorites, too," she replied with a gentle nod towards the radio, giving him a smile. "A lot of these songs probably will be, though, I've practically been spoon-fed Classic Rock radio since I was a baby."
Then she noticed where they were. A street she didn't recognize. "Where are we going?" she asked, looking around.
"Oh. I-I know I only really promised to take you out for dinner, but there's somewhere else I wanted to show you... If that's alright?"
"It's more than alright," she reassured, placing a hand on his arm and wondering where he planned to take her.
He took her hand in his and continued down the road, the radio shuffling through more songs that Y/N recognized and sang along to. At one point she made a point of dramatically serenading Spencer with Love Song by Tesla, air guitar-ing and everything.
Soon enough they were out where she couldn't see any buildings and only a few streetlights. Y/N hummed softly along to the radio, holding Spencer's hand once again as he pulled the car over down a random road and under this large tree. In front of them she could clearly see the sun setting over the skyline, illuminating everything around them in a soft orange glow.
"It's beautiful out here," she mused as Spencer turned off the car, the radio with it.
"Yeah, I, uh... I was in a particularly stressful point in my life a few years ago, and one day I just drove aimlessly. I don't normally drive at all, but I needed something new, something different to do that I could focus on, and I just ended up here. It's one of my favorite places."
She looked over at him and smiled, running her thumb over his hand. "I find that some of the best things in life happen when you try something different."
His eyes softened as she spoke, squeezing her hand and leaning his head against the seat. "You're right. That's... actually how I got you, know know."
She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Mhm... Yeah, I didn't even want to confront you about hearing what happened that night because I thought it would be too awkward, but... I don't know, I guess there was just something that felt right about the whole thing, like... like it was an opportunity to get to know someone new. And I couldn't stop thinking about knocking on your door and getting to know everything about this woman who likes to invade other people's privacy." He laughed as he said that last part, obviously teasing her about the whole thing, and she laughed with him.
"Well, then I guess that means I don't have to be embarrassed about that anymore," Y/N noted. "I felt absolutely awful about it, you know."
"Oh, I know. You were practically the color of a tomato when I gave you that Advil."
They laughed together as the sun sunk lower in the sky, and as the air between them grew silent, they just stared at each other, smiling. Even as the sun was leaving, Y/N could still feel its warmth radiating in the form of Spencer's presence.
They walked up to her door hand in hand, laughing about a joke she'd told him when Y/N realized the night was potentially over. The thought silenced her laughter, and suddenly she was nervous, like she hadn't already considered that the night would eventually have to end somewhere.
"I... I had a really great time tonight, Spencer, thank you. "
He smiled shyly in that way of his that made her just as shy. It was sickeningly cliché, she thought, feeling this way about a man she'd only just started to get to know, but she welcomed those feelings nonetheless. He was so obviously infatuated with her in a way she hadn't felt before, and it made her nervous because she didn't know how to react. All she could do was welcome and embrace his adoring glares and little touches and compliments, and hope that he knew in turn just how much she appreciated and adored him all the same.
His free hand reached out and cupped her cheek, to which she happily leaned into. "I did, too," he said softly, barely above a whisper. "We should do it again some time."
She smiled against his hand, and she didn't realize it then, but they were closer than they had been all night, toe to toe. "We should."
The world stopped for all of two seconds before he leaned down to kiss her. But something embarrassingly stopped her from letting it happen, pulling her face away just a little. "Wait. My breath probably smells like breadsticks."
Hardly the most romantic thing to say, and she regretted it the second it left her mouth.
Spencer only shrugged, smiling amusedly. "Who doesn't like breadsticks?"
That made her laugh. Hard. And she was still laughing as she pulled him closer and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
When he kissed her back, it was head-dizzyingly sweet, his hands softly brushing over her cheeks as she melted into him. Every time his lips parted, he came back stronger, pressing his lips and tongue to hers with slow, methodical precision.
She could have died right there.
But eventually they pulled apart, and she looked up at him with as much gratefulness as she could provide. "Look, I... I know it's not typically customary to sleep over on the first date, but... What about trying something different?"
Spencer grinned at her, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. "Lead the way, pretty girl."
She couldn't hide her blush as she reached over and opened the door, pulling him into the apartment with her.
The door closed behind him, and Spencer kissed her again, this time using one of his hands to press her to him, resting promptly on her lower back. Their kisses were just as slow and sweet as they had been in the hall, though there was a slightest shift in the atmosphere, bringing forth a newfound passion behind each of their movements.
His tongue traced over her bottom lip before he took it between his teeth and tilted his head to the other side, pulling her even closer to him than she thought could be possible. They both stumbled around the living room as they kicked off their shoes. Y/N got significantly shorter after removing her heels, so Spencer bent down and lifted her off the ground, setting her on the back of the couch. Her dress had ridden up to the tops of her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She slid her cardigan off at the same time he slid off his jacket, their lips still adjoined. Once they were removed, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck again, and he brought his arms under her ass as he lifted her off the couch
She expected the journey to her bedroom to be rocky, stumbling into furniture and walls and tripping, but was glad to be proven wrong when suddenly she was swiftly seated on her bed, Spencer standing between her legs.
He pulled away from her for all of two seconds before kneeling and pressing kisses to the insides of her right leg, starting at her ankle and trailing all the way up past her knee and eventually to her thigh. His hands reached up to grip the bed as he looked up at her and pressed kisses to her other thigh. Hoping to give him more access, she used her hands to pull her dress up even higher, scooting out from under her butt and bunching up at her hips as she spread her legs a little wider.
He smiled against her inner thigh, running one of his hands over the other. "Patience, pretty girl. I want to take my time with you tonight."
The way he said it made her shiver, and her head leaned back as she leaned back on her hands, feeling Spencer continue his exploration. His mouth travelled from thigh to thigh, doing just about everything he could think of—kissing, licking, biting... One of her hands found themselves in his hair as she sighed out, "Please, Spencer..."
For a moment she thought he wouldn't give it to her, if only because she wasn't specific enough and that had become part of their sexual routine, but this time he granted her what she wanted, one of his hands reaching up and ghosting along her clit through the fabric of her panties.
She instinctually rutted her hips forward at the contact, which made him laugh softly, and before too long, he hooked his finger in the waistband of her underwear, sliding up her dress just a little so he could reach. She lifted herself off the bed so he could bring them out from under her, and he slowly, very slowly, slid them down her legs. His lips travelled up her leg again, taking the same care and curiosity as he had before, each second burning impatiently through Y/N's body as she took it all in.
Right as his nose brushed over her clit, he pulled away, leaving her cold and desperate. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, running a hand through his hair and silently pleading to do something.
He smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to her neck before whispering in her ear, "Will you ride my face for me, baby?"
"Oh, God, yes," she breathed before she could think, and he laughed, his breath sending goosebumps down the right side of her body.
Spencer got up on the bed and leaned back, his head resting on the pillows as Y/N straddled him, hiking her dress up over her hips and stroking the hair from his face before hovering over it. Before she could do anything, his hands wrapped up over her thighs and pulled her down to him, not wasting any time getting to work.
The initial contact jolted her awake, and she cried out, reaching forward and grabbing the top of the headboard as she ground down on him. His tongue plunged deep into her while his nose pressed against her clit, and the more she moved, the more his tongue drew patterns, wanting to taste every inch of her until she was shaking around him. And that's exactly what happened. His tongue came up to flick and swirl over her clit, and right when he wrapped his lips around it and started softly sucking, she cried out. "I'm gonna— ohh..."
He hummed into her, encouraging her to finish, and she did, clenching her thighs around his head as he shook it back and forth, lapping up every last drop of her arousal until her thighs lost their grip. She lifted up off of him, but he brought her back down to run his tongue through her pussy a few more long, meaningful times. He finally let go of her legs, and she kneeled beside him, catching her breath.
Looking down at him she noticed how wonderstruck he was, running his tongue along his lips to still taste her, his eyes searching hers hungrily before she leaned down and kissed him. The taste of herself on his mouth made her groan, and he reached up to pull the clip from her hair. It tumbled down in a curtain around them before he tossed the clip aside and ran his hands through it, gathering it all to one side and pulling her closer to him.
As he kissed her, she brought her hand to his chest, working at his tie and struggling to get it off. He laughed against her mouth and sat up to do it for her, breaking their kiss apart. Has he undid the tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, Y/N reached back to grab the zipper of her dress, but Spencer stopped her.
"Wait. Can I?"
She nodded, turning around.
"Stand up for me," he told her.
Y/N got off the bed and felt Spencer behind her, his hands brushing her hair out of the way and slowly zipping her dress down, pressing kisses down each inch of skin that exposed in its wake, all the way to her lower back. His hands slid up her back and pushed the straps off her shoulders, then tugged the dress down to watch it fall on the floor, leaving her completely bare.
He kissed her neck and ran his hands up and down her body, eventually reaching around to cup her breasts. She sighed at his touch, leaning back against him as he rolled her nipples in between his fingers. Her hands reached back to wrap around his back and pull him flush against her, the unmistakable feeling of his hardening dick through his pants pressing against her bare ass.
"I love how soft your skin is, pretty girl," he murmured into her neck, sliding his lips down to her shoulder and biting down. She sucked in a breath, her hands removing themselves from his back and placing themselves over his own, feeling the veins strain as they kneaded her breasts. His tongue traced over where he bit down before he kissed the same spot, then he worked his mouth back up her neck and reached her jawline. She turned her head, meeting his lips and pressing herself further into him, whining at every single sensation coursing through her veins.
Eventually she'd had enough and turned fully around, breaking apart from him just to come back. She faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck once more. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she stopped him, pulling her head back and using one of her hands to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. "Tonight's your lucky night, you know..."
At her teasing tone, Spencer laughed, his eyes searching hers before giving in. "Why's that?"
She used the hand that wasn't in his hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, drawing patterns across the bare skin he'd left exposed after undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Then she smiled, bringing herself closer and gripping the collar. "Because I'm on birth control now..." She leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against his, feeling them just barely as she whispered, recalling what he'd told her a few weeks ago. "You still wanna fill up this slutty little pussy? Make me yours?"
He didn't give a second thought. Before she was aware of what was happening, Spencer had his lips crashed against hers and his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her forward so that the tent in his pants pressed right up into her bare crotch. She gasped against his mouth and reached down to take the rest of his shirt all the way off, and he let her.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons, severely close to just giving up and ripping the shirt apart but she got there in the end, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and tossing it God-knows-where as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She trailed her hands softly down his chest and stomach, making him shiver, and she relished in the feeling of his lean figure tensing under her touch. She scratched her nails along the lower part of his stomach before touching his belt, and then he stopped her, grabbing her wrists.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he commanded softly against her lips.
Y/N pulled away reluctantly, immediately missing his bodily warmth before doing as she was told and perching herself patiently at the edge of the bed.
Spencer got off his knees, climbed out of bed, and stood on the floor, coming over to her and placing himself between her legs once more. Only this time, he towered over her rather than kneeled. His hands unbuckled his belt while his eyes bore into hers, the anticipation of what was to come as high strung as it had ever been.
He pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, and right a he kicked them to the side, Y/N reached out, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. One of his hands gripped his hard cock while the other found purchase in her hair, brushing it behind her shoulders and resting at the base of her neck as he leaned down and pushed her back onto the bed. She scooted back just far enough for Spencer to kneel on the edge of the bed, her legs instinctually wrapping around his waist once more as he kissed her.
Her hands brushed the hair from his face and stayed weaved there, whimpering with anticipation as he ran the tip of his cock along her pussy, just as slowly as he'd done everything else so far. He broke their kiss apart and pushed the tip in, not going any farther than that. "I told you, pretty girl, I'm taking my time with you tonight. I want this to last."
As his forehead rested against hers, she barely caught a glimpse of his eyes before he pushed all the way in and squeezed his eyes shut. Y/N sighed and massaged his scalp, completely aware of every inch of him as he held himself inside her. He pressed just about the sweetest kiss to her lips before setting a slow pace that gradually became faster with every passing minute. She was still a little sensitive from when he'd eaten her out, but that only added to the feeling.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Spencer breathed, pulling his head just far enough away from her so he could look her in the eyes. "You're so goddamn perfect, Y/N..."
She slid her hands down his back as he picked up his pace inside her, gasping when he hit her g-spot. "Speak for yourself," she breathed.
When she started to feel herself getting closer, Spencer seemed to notice, because he slowed his pace again and ran sloppy, passionate kisses along her jaw and neck, and she reveled in the feeling. He was all around her, consuming every fiber of her being, and she could bask in it forever if he'd let her.
"Spencer," she breathed, her hands reaching down to grip his ass as he hit inside her deeper. "Fuck... You're so good to me..."
In turn he cradled her face and kissed her deeply, moving his tongue against hers in tandem with his hips' ministrations. Her fingernails bore deeper into his skin, and it wasn't long before she started to feel an orgasm surfacing. He rested his forehead against hers again, biting her bottom lip softly as he pulled away to speak. "Almost there, pretty girl. "
Y/N removed her hands from him and brought them up to bring her face to hers again, sighing into his mouth when they reconnected. And then he grabbed her wrists softly, pinning them above her head and sliding his hands up her forearms until his fingers laced together with hers, squeezing and pushing them both closer to the edge.
"Cum for me, baby," he mumbled against her lips, and within a matter of seconds, she did. Her legs tightened around him and her ankles hooked round his waist, just above the top of his ass to keep him tightly inside her while he found his own release. "Fuck," he sighed, giving three more hard thrusts forward. He held himself inside her while he came, the warmth spreading through her being just about the best thing she'd ever felt. It was the cherry on top, the last puzzle piece falling into place, and she kissed him once more while he finished, feeling him groan in her mouth.
The two of them stayed like that, their hands still laced together and legs still tangled, and even when their lips pulled apart, their foreheads rested together while their breathing slowed.
"Have I already told you how perfect you are?" Spencer breathed, nuzzling his nose against hers.
Y/N laughed a little, nuzzling him right back. "You may have mentioned it."
"Well, it's true. Everything about you is just so..."
"Perfect?" she offered.
He laughed, kissing her once more on the lips before slowly pulling out of her and unlacing their fingers. "Yes. Perfect... But as much as I love laying here with you, UTIs are not perfect, so I'm gonna get you cleaned up. Come on."
She sat up with a grunt, not wanting to get up so soon but she knew he was right. So she let him lead her to the bathroom as quickly as they can, his cum slowly sliding down her thighs when they got there. Spencer turned on the light and closed the bathroom door, a small smile on his face as he got on his knees to help.
"I can grab some toilet pa— holy shit..." Y/N was cut off when he dragged his tongue up the inside of her leg, scooping up his mess and making his way to her pussy where he cleaned out the rest of it. She was still sensitive, so he went as gently as he could, making soft, gentle swipes of his tongue until it was mostly gone, at least not dripping down her legs anymore.
When he stood up to meet her face, she felt stunned, absolutely enraptured by everything about the man in front of her. "So, does that mean I'm officially yours now?" she asked with small laugh.
He gave her that bashful smile again, and it made her feel even better, basking in the familiarity of his boldness of sexual acts followed by instant shy demeanor. "Only if you'll have me."
Y/N grabbed his face and kissed him before looking him dead in the eye and saying, "I hope I'll always have you, G-man."
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dandy-apple-dunce · 4 months ago
2 headcanons per companion
- Touchy person. After learning and understanding that it doesn't inherently mean pain, learns to speak and hear it as a love language. Her touches are very jock, though. Shoulder slaps, light punches, hair ruffling, kind of an older brother form of physical affection. Often gets into play-fights with MacCready.
- Has a lovely singing voice, but no one knows because she never sings. Ever. If she sang, it would be a quiet, raspy croon. The type of singing you'd expect to hear in a castle ruins at the coast during a storm. Haunting and enchanting.
- Amazing baker, not so good at cooking. Baking is a science, cooking is more about intuition and creativity. She's a by-the-books girl, and unless she has an exact recipe, her cooking is going to taste like anxiety. Great at breads, burns eggs. Always makes delicious muffins, her soups and stews are flavorless and soggy.
She has no idea. Thinks it's fine, and no one will dare tell her to stick to dough-based foods.
- The first time she got drunk, it was off wine. She woke up with her head in agony and on the roof of a shack about 50 miles away from Sanctuary. And with a tattoo on her back. Doesnt know about the tattoo. No one knows about the tattoo. It's a spoon. A very poorly done spoon. Possibly a ladle.
- This man may as well be a bear. He has a big appetite, sleeps like he's hibernating for winter, is covered in thick body hair. Danse will wake up only for his natural alarm, his clock alarm, or someone walking up to him and telling him to get up. No noise or physical disturbance will wake him. Nothing. As for his stomach, he isn't a glutton, but look at him. Big guy needs fuel. He can eat a normal amount and be fine, but could get himself kicked out of Golden Corral.
- Speaking of food. He eats everything with no reaction regardless of if he likes it or not. It looks like he's bored even if he's eating the rare good meal. Food is just something neutral, with cons to certain things. He prefers plainer flavors, but is immune to spice. Can drink an entire bottle of Tabasco sauce, Sriracha sauce, and a chile sauce with no expression. The blank stare and spice immunity aren't synth things, Curie and X6 are just the opposite.
- Takes long walks at night through settlements. Feels at peace in liminal spaces. The ruins of Boston and all the other destroyed cities don't have the same effect. Something about being the only one aware, living unnoticed in a place filled with people. It's lonely, but nothing gives the same clarity.
- Hates subway tunnels. Go on forever, too long to see what's at the end, something could be at any corner - they creep him out. If you still, you'll hear something. Machinery even when the place is inactive. Shuffling. Even stiller, might hear breathing echoing from way down a tunnel. Hates it to hell and back. Has to take a long smoke break if he has to go in one alone.
- Weird with kids. Likes them, but worries about himself. He isn't example. He has no filter, they can tell something is wrong about him, and he just doesn't know how to act. They're just tiny humans, but there are rules. He doesn't want to accidently hurt them or inspire them to follow his screwed up footsteps.
- He doesn't care about what people think unless he cares. Some schmuck sneering at him when he pops a mentats? That guy's issue. Nick's frown? Curie's wide-eyed fretting? The way Cait's face goes soft and her eyes crinkle in sympathy?
...that matters.
He starts using less.
- Extravert. He needs his space, but hates being alone. Not having a support to fall back on is terrifying. The most anxious he'd ever been since Lucy died was his time alone in the Commonwealth. Sure, he had people, but not...not people of his own. Not a family. Leaving his boy was hard and being alone just as. Was often nauseous and prone to headaches until the SoSu.
- Hates the acknowledgement of intimate body parts in public. Hancock and Cait went on a tirade of sex jokes and he was just as, if not more, squeamish as the other prudes. While exploring a vault, a sex ed video came on the projector and he was red as a tomato for hours. It didn't help that he was standing in front of it and...well. You know what happens when you stand in front of projectors.
Goes all blushy when more adult talk comes up. Apparently Danse didn't know what m*sturbation was and that moment in that room nearly had him crawling out of his skin.
- Has a little switch in his brain that decides if he's capable of math. One day he'll be a walking calculator, another he'll forget that 7 is more than 6. He was a weird math student. Did all the reading and none of the work, aced the tests. You put him under pressure and he'll crank out the craziest equations, but you ask him to multiply two 4 digit numbers and you can see a little blue swirl in his eye before he sighs and goes to fetch scratch paper. Being a good tester doesn't mean he's not a born theater kid.
- Coat pockets are portals to other dimensions. Has everything you need. Bobby pins? Check. Ammo? Check. Food rations? Clean water? Smokes? Check. A small statue of Cappy? A page from a magazine that was never released due to a MLM scam in the publishing company? Half a pair of sunglasses?
Sometimes puts random garbage in his pockets just to screw with Ellie. Other times, genuinely doesn't know where things come from. Once found a yao gui claw in his chest pocket. It's a good luck charm, but he never picked it up and no one could have slipped it in. Jokes about the coat being haunted, but only half joking.
- Opposite to Nick, things go missing in her coat. Nick calls it "the washer" for some reason. She'll drop a pen in a pocket and never see it again. Double checks the pockets for holes and splits before heading out. Still loses things. Once lost a whole pistol.
But more interestingly. She lost a purple gel pen.
Week later, Nick pulls a purple gel pen out of his pocket.
Has a corkboard for the theories about the connection.
- Makes an amazing stew of yao gui, carrots, potatoes, stingwing honey, and various herbs. Its a family recipe that just isn't a normal stew, there's something different about it. When asked, will joke that it's human meat. Very few people realize she's joking. Either way, it has a flavor that sets it apart from other stews.
The secret?
There's a mutated form of garlic in the southeast part of the Commonwealth.
Only her family knows where it grows and what it looks like.
- Not so much of a night owl as much as he just...doesn't have a steady circadian rhythm. You can find him in the kitchen at 1 pm asleep on the counter in the middle or awake at 1 am making a 3 tiered cake. Doesn't have an alarm clock. His sleeping pattern bothers even the poorest sleepers. Danse is visibly upset when he describes his schedule.
- His history of partners, both romantic and purely sexual, is crazy. He has the most interesting and horrifying stories. One girlfriend was convinced she was the reincarnated Mistress of Mystery. A boyfriend cheated on him with his step grandmother. He was once involved in a multi-person break up because apparently his boyfriend was in a poly relationship that went south on all fronts due to a chem deal's profits going missing as they were about to split the caps.
Don't ask about Marge.
Marge was...probably something he imagined during a fever.
- His pantries and fridge have nothing but junk food. He likes vegetables and fruit, but they take up valuable sugar space.
Once ate a giant, 200+ year expired cheesecake and puked for an hour. When Nick found out, popped a fuse. X was out of commission long. Turns out he's lactose intolerant.
- Has been flirted with so many times. Each time, turned pink and lost all control of his words. He becomes a stuttering, cherry-cheeked mess at romantic interest. Not because he reciprocates, he just wasn't trained for it. There is no protocol for "Wanna come back to my place?"
Someone kissed his cheek and he actually ran and jumped out of a window to escape. Hancock has it on video and sometimes watches it to produce serotonin.
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Me, a Princess? Shut Up!
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⏮️ chapter 6: mulan ⏭️
who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader
word count: 1717
genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au
warnings: mild coarse language
synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.
a/n: i have no reason as to the TWO WEEK wait, but i still hope it’s okay. Also, I know nothing of international politics or table etiquette, don’t @ me
**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**
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Soonhee follows you with eagle eyes as you circle the dining room, elaborate table setting laid out along with decorative lemon themed table centrepieces.
“And who sits next to France?”
You rush to answer, not facing her. “Belgium. Like on the map, because France and Germany don’t get along politically.”
“And across from Germany?” She calls, idly adjusting forks and spoons.
“Thai - uh, Spain, sorry. Thailand is next to Spain, before myself. Then Soonyoung and yourself at the head of the table, north.”
You pause to turn and wait for Soonhee to assess your answer. She’s dressed in a silky champagne two piece blazer and skirt, her blouse designed with a high neckline and thin necktie. The click of her heels are a constant, reminding you of a metronome - just to torment you a little more. She nods, finally.
“I didn’t quite ask for all of that, but yes. You are correct. Have you had your final fitting? You must be presentable before the attendees. Reputation and first impressions are vital.”
You bite the bottom of your lip, nodding. “I had it the day before last. Everything is as ready as can be.”
“Hmmm. You are dismissed. I suggest you study on the conversation topics from last week and compose yourself before tomorrow. Please be here at 1pm, sharp. Antoni insists on natural light and I wish to be ready as early as possible.” Soonhee still doesn’t look at you when she speaks.
As much as it makes your blood boil from the aloof and disparaging manner in which she speaks to you - and only you, it seems - you push down any unpleasant urges against her. She’s a queen; a ruler of a country. No doubt not used to her opinion being challenged, much less by someone your age. There are better things to utilise your energy on rather than fighting the brick wall that is your grandmother.
“Yes, grandma.” You’ll still push the envelope and call ther that though, something a little less formal for the times. “See you tomorrow.”
You instantly turn out the room, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. Those dreadful heels click hastily after you.
“And no socialising tonight! We can’t afford any bad press or late nights for anyone.”
Her voice has never been loud but it carries remarkably well. You huff and jam your phone away, a chicken and drinks session with the boys off the cards. Mingyu is out of town on another holiday with family, so it would have been Minghao and Jun, your fellow foodies.
Despite the early bedtime, you can’t seem to sleep, tossing and turning, tangling yourself in your sheets. You hope Antoni is as good at hiding sleepless nights as he is at shaping eyebrows.
The dress is beautiful, of course. (You had the wine gang help you choose over text. Secretly, of course.)
And while you’re still sceptical of Antoni after the debacle he caused concerning your identity, he blathers on and on in apologies as he pins and fiddles with your hair so you don’t mind too much by the end of it all. Soonhee seems to think he’s redeemed himself - the queen’s word is law. Soonyoung looks super chic in his blazer and turtleneck. You pout at him in his fashionable attire no one else in their stuffy suits appears to bat an eye at.
“Soonie you look great.” You say from the bottom step of the main staircase - grand entrance and all.
He can’t help but preen. “Thanks, as do you, Boss.”
“Gross. But I look like a glitzed up puffball. If I had known that it could have been more casual I-”
The queen cuts off your whining as she glides over in a gauzy ivory gown, crown glittering with every light fixture. “Y/N. Very appropriate. Soonyoung, handsome as always. Are you sure you don’t have my genes?”
What? A - A joke? Where? You have to forcibly shut your mouth from the conversation in front of you. Soonyoung has a steady dancers’ posture - or maybe just a royal one. Straight spine, relaxed held back shoulders and a level gaze. You twist your fist in the many layers of your skirt, to both hide and release the frustrating tension radiating through you. The ambassador laughs, fluffing shyly at his bleach blonde fringe.
“Oh, ahaha. Your Majesty, no. No, I do not.” He mumbles.
You dip yourself in a short bow before dodging the pair in order to attempt to mingle. Droning conversation topics flick through your mind, like forcing the pages of a book. Finally, you set your sights on the Swedish ambassador, if only to talk about Eurovision - the one fun subject allowed to be discussed with you.
You find though, that most of the conversations you attend cycle through the same process. The notice of your presence and an introduction between you all - ministers, ambassadors and their companions. Then a resuming of the current conversation, you being too afraid of looking stupid to add any effective input. You have to bite back a sigh of relief when dinner is announced.
Soonyoung is right. You need a spoon for the cool soup served. He flicks the edge of the one you are supposed to use and you kick his ankle in thanks. The conversations from the foyer are carried into the dining space and you lose India to Thailand. Soonyoung is chatting avidly with Scotland across from him, his hands gesturing from their place on the table cloth. Despite this, main course goes swimmingly, a chicken lemon dish on rice with a hint of garlic and herbs. You hesitate on your chopsticks before picking up a knife and fork like most of the other dignitaries. You feel eyes on you and glance over to see Soonhee evaluating you from the head of the table. She still manages to look severe to you, even with the amicable situation - but maybe you’re just imagining things.
It’s when dessert is around the corner that it falls apart. Spain’s representative, a lovely man named Eduardo is discussing the lemon market of Amaide with you, something you are luckily very proficient with. As you speak, you demonstrate the incline of the market, you tip your water glass over. The elder man, easily in his fifties, smiles warmly and lets you fix it up with an apology to him and the waiter on hand to clean it up. Thailand’s eyes squint at you dubiously and you bow back to them. You describe the style of orchard the royal lemon ceremony is held in, gesturing over your shoulder at the Queen Mother, and the critical breeding of the trees that grow all over the country. A stray hand wave collides with the melting ice bucket with a clang, tipping it sideways… all over Eduardo. Now the pleasant man is drenched from head to toe, Portugal catching the spray and flying bottle of champagne. Thailand is awash as well, nowhere near as bad, but he seems to seize up in panic, dabbing and pressing at his shoulders and sleeves. The dining room is in a commotion now as you bite your lips and frown, grabbing your own napkin to dry down the man next to you. Your hair is damp, slowly going fluffy and frizzy from the water. People are standing up, including yourself and Soonhee.
“I-I-I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy! Are-are you okay, Eduardo?” You protest.
He shoots you a severe look, only tempered by the reputation of every single person in the room. Obviously not. You chew harshly at your lip as the waiters fuss and someone talks quietly about offering a change of clothes.
You look around the dying chaos - even Soonhee is amongst it, joining in on the many dabbing gingerly at the spanish ambassador’s suit with a napkin. Soonyoung catches your eye as you slink backwards towards the ajar french doors, leaning over to the waiter.
“If anyone asks, I’ve gone to the power room, okay? I-I, uh, shouldn't be too long.” You murmur out the corner of your mouth.
He glances at you, nodding. Soonyoung frowns, gesturing with a discreet finger back to his side. You shake your head, signalling a time-out. You hike up your skirts the moment you turn the corner, clacking down the dim hallway as fast as you can to pick up your purse from the cloak room. Making a detour, you go for the east bathroom, in favour of the north one closer to the dining room.
Slamming the door behind you and locking it, you turn the toilet lid down to sit on it for a moment. A time which gets longer and longer the more you worry your lips to oblivion, thinking on your next move. There is no salvaging what you just did. Humiliating yourself, your victims and the Queen Mother - and by extension, your entire country. No. Surely you couldn’t stay. But how to get out of the embassy without causing more of a fuss? You check the time. Only forty minutes left of the dinner anyway. They couldn’t miss you while still cleaning up. Your stomach turns and lurches heavily, so you turn to press your face into the cool tiled wall.
So, leave. But to where?
No one was in the city, having gone away for the break. Certainly not just home. You wanted just a moment away from everything. You peek your head out into the empty hallway. There is an employee exit next to the kitchens - only the cctv would see you then. But where to? Jihoon? Would he still be around? Would he be okay with seeing you?
You set up a ride for the university before making a break for it, gasping as you lose a bracelet, snagged on the curled handle of the door. Punching in the default entry code, you power walk over the concrete and gravel out to the side street as a little green bug of a car pulls up.
The window winds down to show a man in his early 30’s. “Ride for Y/n?”
“That’s me. Thanks.”
You glance back over your shoulder, through the wrought iron gates to the deadly still building. Jumping in, you tug your long, fluffy skirt in after you.
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