#i haven’t really been thinking about that ngl i don’t care and my dad pulled a ITS DIPPER FROM THE FUTURE out of his ass

[cinnamnt]

been showing my parents gravity falls for the first time and i’ve been like geeking as fuck waiting for the big reveal and then it finally happened and i’ve seen this show so many times but i was still like WOAHHHH FORD!!!!!!! and my parents straight up did not give af like omg dude. that’s ford why don’t you care

[starjxsung]

hai bb <3 ive missed youuu! i hope you’re doing so well.

i’m glad you received a lot of support from the neighborhood and that you raised awareness as well. it’s heartbreaking that these things happen and people get away with them more often than not </3

i’ve been bed rotting a lot lately. this semester was so stressful that i gained like 30 pounds bc ✨stress eating✨and i have not been able to lose them bc ✨pcos✨ (oh the things we have to go through as women </3). and i can’t handle looking in a mirror or thinking about outfits for lolla or lolla in general (only minho falling in love with me will break the curse😪) but i manage it through rewatching comfort shows and reading feminist literature that discourages my perfectionist needs.

i’ve never rewatched kingdom entirely soooo new bedrotting material👀 thanks!

rhodes island kitten sent me!! he/she’s doing so well but the mom is ever so protective and won’t even let me touch him/her anymore😪 (she only likes men)

the kitten interview is my new comfort skz content is2g. i love seeing non-cat parents handle kittens. it’s hilarious. everyone struggling and lee know just like “yeah i live like this”. channie was so good with them too! petition for cat dad! chan fr. and the claws!! my cats used to do that so much and at that age they don’t really have too much control of them so it is not for the faint of heart. i felt for them 😂

i haven’t preordered the album yet😪 and probs won’t order it until after lolla bc i have no self control either and kinda went off with my spending on baby stuff for my nephew (who’s due in a month btw such excitement! much scary!) and ateez comeback (kpop doesn’t help my finances).

i looooove your junhan pc aesthetic! i didn’t know you liked xdh🥹🥹 im waiting for my album to arrive bc i preordered it with some other things that weren’t in stock but it just shipped out🥹 i shall update on my pulls✨

take care bb! i love youuuu🫶🏻 i hope you have the best week ever!

MY ANGELLLLLLLL 🫶👼💘❤️💞 it’s so good to chat with you on here again I’ve missed you so so dearly

THE BEDROTTING…. IS SO REAL………… last week I genuinely woke up at 6pm and I thought I just napped or something for a good minute bc I was like there is no way I just slept the entire day away. There was in fact a way bc it was literally just 6pm and I lost my entire Saturday 😍 this bedrot slay

NAURRRR not the kitten who only likes men !!!!???.?.?.?.?.?..? PLSSSS my cat at my parents’ place is so particular to men for some reason and I’m like. GIRL. STAND UP. GET UP. Luckily Momo hates everyone so she’s kind of feminist in the “I only fw my mother” kind of way. Also side note she has so many fans in my apartment complex now and there’s a family with kids who look for her every day to take pics of her in my window 😭😭 she naps in my window all day long when I leave it open while I’m working so the whole neighborhood just ADORES her lol it’s the cutest thing everrrrrr

The amount of times I’ve watched the skz kitten interview. oh my fucking god. Jisung’s little “say something to the world” HWLELPPPDLDKKFDJ I genuinely cannot pick who’s more cutie between them 😭 Chan never struck me as a cat person but in hindsight he gets along with everyone and everything so. makes sense 🫶😭 and Minho is just Minho ofc

IM NGL I only preordered to get a signed album and it wasn’t until after I checked out that I realized I bought the regular ones and then the signed ones sold out 😀 I was like. Oh. Oh! Ok. My wallet is CRYINGGGGG but at least it’s preordered???? LMAO 💔💔💔

I bought my first xdh album a few weeks ago and I’ve been dragging my jh pcs around like a ghost child with their haunted victorian doll oh my god I am OBSESSEDDDD WITH HIM 🤞I also got so many xdh posters with it for some reason so I finally caved and hung all my big ass pob posters in my room and it fully looks like a kpop store in here now LMAO 🚶‍♀️YES update all your pulls !!!!!!!!! I’m so excited ����

ALSO THE SKZ MEME PLEEAAKKXKXKDKEK SOOOO FUCKING REAL the way my sister texted me the shinee version of that meme this morning 😭😭 I love you bb I hope you have the best week !!!!!!!!!!!! 💓💓💓💓🫶🫶🫶

[kikyan]

May I request some Nezha Reborn So Bing's headcanons? Maybe how he acts in a relationship, nsfw too if it's not much to ask for! Thank you so much

YOU WEREN’T ANON SO I WAS KINDA BEING CREEPY AND SAW THAT YOU WRITE FOR KINGDOM HEARTS!? AYO SHIT I MIGHT REQUEST BECAUSE I’VE BEEN WANTING SOME KINGDOM HEART SHIT FOR SO LONGFHGBFHJFB OKAY OKAY HEADCANON TIME BUT THESE MIGHT BE SOMEWHAT SHORT THOUGH SO I’M SORRY!! ALSO 18+ CONTENT UP AHEAD MDI

Anyway here we go! I don’t really have a set guideline for this so ima just roll with it and make one as we go. How he acts in the relationship is hard to say from some angles. I am a yandere blog so ASSUMING that we’re talking about yandere Ao Bing, he’s unpredictable. When he first pulls up to get to his S/O, he probably flirted and was like, “you’re mine” after a couple flirtatious comments or just straight up kidnapped you and went,” You’re mine and this is your new home.” Idk this came from the top of my head lmao but pretty much. His father is....A BITCH so he probably does not like you and him together, but Ao Bing wants you.

I low key see him trying to morph you or slowly trying to change you to fit his father’s ideal/vision. He honestly cares too much but not enough if you catch my drift. Parents who care so much about one thing and then forget you exist. Sure, maybe at the end he loved his son or whatever but he treated him so badly for what? Aside from morphing you into something you’re not, you’ll experience a lot of depressive episodes or anger fits with him. He may break down and you’ll have to bring him back up or he’ll abuse you. Of course he apologizes or makes it up to you somehow, but will never say “I’m sorry” straight up because of his pride and way he was raised. (NGL I hate people like that because of me personal experiences but eh). Also reminder that you aren’t his therapist, but uh you’re kinda kidnapped in this scenario so like...you ain’t got much of a choice.

You’ll be lavished in nothing but perfection. He got money so spend it! But I do think that money isn’t worth all that much but that’s me. You could either put up with it for the money or want both his affection and no money, or both. You will never want anything and he’ll buy you clothes, accessories, food, items, etc. Also expect this a lot because again, I don’t really see him as someone who says sorry so expect a gift when you bring him down or he lashes out. The gift is either an apology or a ‘reason’ for not leaving him because he needs you. He’s mentally unstable so bestie I beg, BE CAREFUL!!

Adding happiness to this, aside from that be expected to be protected 25/8. Someone talks back or does anything to you? He’ll send men and personally attack them ensuring your safety because he wants you to be safe and sound. He does show affections, kisses and lingering touches, but I think he is afraid of being seen as weak. His father sees that and will never see anything else so he doesn’t like it when his S/O sees that side of him. His kisses can be either passionate or lustful, his touches can be rough or gentle, it all depends. I’ll go to the NSFW now so

My NSFW headcanons I’ll link them if you haven’t read them but it will kinda show my reasoning behind it too. Like I mentioned bondage and power dynamic. He’ll probably make it apparently who is in control and would not show moments of weakness, but he’d make it pleasurable for you as well. Service top, but regardless, when he is mad it is possible that he takes it out on you like where it focuses on his pleasure instead of yours. Most of the time he is very understanding when it comes to that, WHILE YALL MAY NOT SEE IT I THINK AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT FOR HIM. Unlike relationships where they all voice their love and are quite affectionate, he’d prefer the quiet version. Silent hugs, kisses and cuddles, ESPECIALLY after sex. If he was a bit harder that night he’d be sure to massage your body and make you feel less sore.

Over time, he’ll see that you’re not anyone other than you. He’ll stop enforcing you to match his dad’s expectations and slowly but surely he’ll feel more confident with you by his side to voice his opinions and emotions to his father.

[kbuggg3]

JC Caylen Imagine: “Don’t Be Sorry”

Today's has been a pretty eventful day to say the least. While my boyfriend JC was out with some old friends who came into town to visit him, me and my dad got into a fight... again.

But the thing that hurts the most is not only is this the 4th time in a row he's been caught, but I'm the one that keeps witnessed it. Your probably wonder "the 4th time? Why do you keep falling for his bullshit?"

Welp. He's my dad. I'm not just gonna give up on him completely. When we would catch him doing something he would let fake tears fall from his eyes as he was apologizing to us and we would forgive him.

And then we'd catch him again, he'd apologize, we'd forgive him. It was an endless cycle. But this time I knew I can't get my hopes up to high anymore.

My mom always told me it takes years to build trust and seconds to destroy it. I felt that. He didn't only ruin my trust with him, but my trust with everyone else. I let everything that happened get to my head and now I have major trust issues. With the exception of one person.

JC Caylen

Before i met JC my life was pretty miserable. I lived in Florida with my mom and my older sister. After my mom and dad got divorced, my family slowly started going down hill.

My dad was barely in the picture due to his constant sneaking around as he was hooking up with random people and getting drunk and being so lazy that he never even bothered covering his tracks, allowing us to discover his dirty little secrets for ourselves.

My poor brother was clueless. Had no idea what his own father was doing behind his back and we didn't bother telling him because 1.) he was a very sensitive boy at the time and 2.) he looked to my dad for everything. My dad was his role model.

After awhile of all of this, my sister was diagnosed with depression. Not too severe but even the smallest bit can make you feel like shit. And as for me, I struggled with self love. Because I didn't really have a good male figure on my life I looked to guys for verification.

But after i spent a week with him and the rest of the O2l house at Vidcon i felt like my life was finally picking up. Fast forward a couple years and my sisters depression is gone, my brother grew up to be an amazing dad of 2 kids, and as for me, i stopped looking for verification in guys and me and JC started dating.

We've been dating for 2 years now and he has been nothing but amazing. I love him so much and I know he loves me. Ever since we've started dating people have been telling me they've never seen me so happy before or they've never seen me smile or laugh that much before.

I just wished he was here to comfort me right now. I haven't told him what happened yet. I didn't wanna ruin his day. He was hanging out with some old friends of his who flew down to visit him.

I wasn't gonna burden him with my stupid family issues while he was out with his friends. I turned on a random disney movie and began to watch as I continued to cry at random times when the old memories would pop up in my mind.

I would squeeze my eyes shut and burry my head in my pillow trying to make them stop but they never went away, no matter how hard i tried. Eventually I decided enough was enough. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to call JC. I grabbed the phone and went to his name in my contacts. I dried my tears and took a few deep breaths to stop myself from crying so he wouldn't notice and be too worried.

After attempting to recollect myself, i pressed call, holding the phone up to my ear as i heard it ring. A few seconds later the line picked up and i heard his sweet voice on the other end.

"What's up baby." JC said in a super deep voice cause you to giggle only slightly.

"Hey JC. Um, I was just wondering when you were gonna be home?"

"Is my girl missing me already?"

"What do mean already you've been gone for hourrrrsssss." She groaned causing him to chuckle.

"I know baby I'm sorry. I'll actually be home soon."

I sighed with relief before responding, "Thank god!"

"Is everything ok (y/n)?"

Shit. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.

She sniffles a little and swallowed hard.

"Y-ya baby why do you ask?" My breath was uneven and he could tell.

"No no. Your not ok. I'm coming over right now."

Don't mess this up (y/n) he's having fun. Don't ruin his day.

"JC it's fine. I'm gonna be ok. Just go hang out with your friends. Have fun!"

"Gonna be?!"

I pulled back and cringed at my own words. Shouldn't have said that.

"Gonna be ok??? (y/n) what happened???" JC exclaimed again. She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"JC I'm-"

Tell him your fine. He's with his friends. He doesn't need this right now.

Tell him what you tell everyone else in your life. Your fine.

"It's my dad again." I said with tears in my eyes.

What the fuck (y/n)! How could you?!

He can tell by my voice I was crying.

"Fuck. Baby I'm coming over right now." He side sternly. Was he mad?

"N-no JC it's ok really I-"

"No! (y/n) it's not ok! Baby he's put you through so much shit and I'm tired of it! You don't deserve that! You nor your family!" He began to shout a little and it caused her to cry harder. Not because I'm scared of him. But because he cared so much and that meant the world to her. He's the only one who gets it.

He did a deep sigh and you already knew he was running his hands through his hair and pacing, something he did when he was stressed, nervous, or in this case pissed off.

"I'm coming over. I'll be there in a few just hang on ok?"

At first no words were spoken. She didn't want to agree because she still felt bad about burdening him with it. But she was going to lose her fucking mind if he wasn't holding her ASAP so she finally spoke a barely audible "ok".

Immediately the phone call was ended. (y/n)'s phone slid out of her hand and onto the floor. She sat there curled up on her bed for awhile, staring blankly at the floor as her head was leaned on the head rest.

The thoughts and images filled her head again and she began to cry and cry and cry. "Go away." She whispered with quivering lips. "Go away!"

Not too long after the phone call she heard keys rattling as whoever was on the other side, who she assumed was JC, tried to open the door. She then heard footsteps quickly going up the stairs.

Her teary eyes slowly looked up to the door and saw the door knob slowly being turned, then the door opened revealing her boyfriend. In her mind she was smiling, finally being able to see him, but on the outside she unintentionally showed the opposite.

They made eye contact and (y/n) saw the sympathetic look on JC's face. She hated it when people would look at her like that and he knew it. He just couldn't help it. It makes her feel weak and helpless even tho those are the exact words that describe her in this moment.

When she saw the look on his face she quickly looked away, turning her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut as more tears slipped down her cheeks, slightly embarrassed by her fragile appearance.

She felt the bed beside her dip down meaning JC was now sitting next to her on the bed.

"Baby..."

JC gently touched her chin and moved it to where her eyes had nowhere else to look but his.

"I... I am so sorry."

After looking into his beautiful brown eyes, (y/n) finally gave in and buried her face in his shoulder as she sat in his lap in a straddle like position.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and the more she cried the tighter she would hold on. In return JC would squeeze her back, both arms wrapped around her waist. He then began to run his hand through her hair and draw small circles on her back in a soothing motion.

JC continued to whisper little nothings in her ear as she gripped his shirt that was soaked with her tears.

"You don't deserve this."

"None of this is your fault."

"You're an amazing girl."

"You're my amazing girl."

After a few minutes or so of them sitting in silence, JC asked her if she wanted to lay down and cuddle while they watched a movie. (y/n) could only nod her head as they repositioned themselves to where she was laying on JC's stomach with her face still buried in his chest. He put on her favorite Disney movie "Finding Nemo" hoping it would encourage her to lift her head and hopefully help calm her.

When she heard the music play softly from the TV she slowly and hesitantly lifted her head from JC's chest as she positioned her head to where she could see the movie displayed on the large screen. JC smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. Occasionally throughout the movie he would rub her back soothingly, play with her hair, and give her kisses on the top of her head or forehead, causing (y/n) to smile slightly.

"Thank you... Seriously," (y/n) said quietly. He was surprised at first, judging by the fact that neither of them have said a word to each other for about an hour (not in a rude way of course but because there was no need for words. They just needed time to think and relax). "No problem, baby. I love you so so much."

(y/n) look up at him, resting her chin on his chest. He noticed how the red puffiness in her eyes went down and there was not a tear in sight, causing his heart to warm and a smile to make its way across his face. "I love you too." They shared a short but sweet kiss and went to sleep cuddled up in their bed as "Finding Nemo" continued to play and lull them into a deep and peaceful sleep.

ngl I hate writing sad stuff (unless y’all request it obvi) but I got this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head so you’re welcome. If you have any requests and/or feedback let me know plz! Love y'all💋                                                                                                                                 ~Kbug :)

[theultimatefanficwriter]

12 Days of Danganronpa; Day 2: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader

Christmas at the Kuzuryu manor was always the same; the staff would make the food, then leave to their own families while Peko, Natsumi, Fuyuhiko and their parents would sit and eat. After the dinner, they would exchange presents to each other, then return to their separate activities. 

This year, however, would be different. You would be spending Christmas dinner at the Kuzuryu manor, and you weren’t the only one nervous.

“Peko! Make sure the cleaning crew gets every inch of the house!” The Ultimate Yakuza called to the swordswoman as he fixed a crooked painting that was hanging on the wall. “This place has to be fucking spotless when Y/N gets here, you got that?!”

“Understood, Young Master.” Peko responded, bowing at the waist before heading off further into the house.

Fuyuhiko looked frantically around the house, nervously fixing any little thing that seemed out of place.

“Jesus Christ, Fuyuhiko, will you calm down already? You’re freaking the hell out.” Natsumi complained from a doorway. “You’re going to scare your girl away before a messy house does.”

Her brother turned to glare at her. “Oh, shut the hell up, Natsumi!” He snapped, clenching his fists. “What do you know?!”

The younger Kuzuryu crossed her arms. “More than you, clearly!” She retorted. “Y/N doesn’t give a shit about the house. She cares about you, dipshit. The look on her face when she looks at you makes me sick.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes and turned away from his sister. “Whatever.” He muttered. “I just wanna make sure she feels welcome. That she knows I care about her.”

The self-proclaimed ‘Ultimate Little Sister’ raised a brow. “And polishing the house until it’s blinding is gonna prove that?” She asked. 

The Yakuza heir paused, his hand on the mantle midway from brushing off dust. 

Natsumi snorted and shook her head. “Just relax, Fuyuhiko. Y/N’s nice. One of the few people I can actually bear being around.” She smirked. “If she won’t break up with you for your personality-” Fuyuhiko shot her an annoyed glare, causing Natsumi to chuckle before she continued. “-then she won’t leave you if there’s a speck of dust out of place.”

Fuyuhiko sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I just...I really like this girl, Natsumi.” He muttered quietly. “She’s the first person to take the time to get past the fact I’m a Yakuza and get to know me. She...makes me happy. And I don’t wanna lose her.”

Natsumi gave the older boy a small smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. “And you won’t. Like I said, she’s crazy about you. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to get her to leave your crazy ass.”

The short boy chuckled and looked over to his sister. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell going off. This caused Fuyuhiko to stiffen, and Natsumi snorted. 

“Looks like she’s here.” She informed Fuyuhiko with a smirk as Peko made her way to the front door. The younger sister looked to Fuyuhiko, then ran her finger over the mantle. When it came back with dust on it, she chuckled. “You missed a spot.” She teased, then ran the dust covered finger on Fuyuhiko’s shirt.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” He exclaimed as his sister quickly dashed away. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand over his face as he turned towards the front door. There, he saw you moving back from a hug with Peko. The Yakuza tugged at his shirt collar before approaching the entrance. 

~~~

You smiled at Peko as you parted from the hug. “It’s great to see you, Peko.”

“And you as well, Y/N.” Your friend greeted you, smiling softly at you. “You look wonderful today.”

“Yeah, you look, uh...beautiful, Y/N.”

You and Peko both turned your heads at Fuyuhiko’s voice. You beamed when you saw your boyfriend, and you quickly made your way over to him, throwing your arms around the shorter boy. “Fuyu! Hey, babe!”

The baby faced gangster slowly returned the embrace, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “Hi, Y/N.” He greeted you as you parted from the hug. “It’s nice to see you.”

You giggled and looked around the house as Peko closed the door. “Wow, this is a really nice place, Fuyuhiko! Really neat, too.”

“Heh, thanks.” Your boyfriend smiled softly and reached his hand out to take yours. You happily accepted it, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you towards the dining room. “I hope you’re hungry. The staff was working all day preparing dinner, and there’s a lot of it.”

You looked over the table and saw enough food to feed an army. You snorted. “Dang, I didn’t know there was that much food in the country.” You teased.

Fuyuhiko chuckled. “Yeah, well, they always do end up making too much.” He explained as he pulled your seat out for you.

You smiled gratefully up at him as you sat in the chair and he pushed you closer to the table. He then took his seat beside you, and it wasn’t long until Natsumi and Peko joined as well, taking their seats at the large table. You looked around at the two empty chairs and frowned as the others there began to get ready to start eating. “Um, wait, what about your parents?”

There was an awkward silence.

Peko cleared her throat and looked sadly at you. “Uh...They haven’t joined us for Christmas Dinner for a few years now.” She informed you quietly.

Fuyuhiko and Natsumi both looked down at their plates, picking at their food.

You bit your lip and looked to your boyfriend. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted you. “It’s normal here.”

“Mom and Dad are too busy with business to spend time with us anymore.” Natsumi spat out. “But hey, that’s just part of being a Yakuza. You’ll have to get used to it if you end up staying with Fuyuhiko.”

Fuyuhiko glared at his sister. “Shut the fuck up, Natsumi.” He snarled. “Just drop it.”

“Oh, well excuse me for warning Y/N that if she wants to be part of this family she’s gonna have to expect you to never pay her any attention!”

You watched as Fuyuhiko’s face turned an angry red. “Fuck you, I would never do that to Y/N!”

“Young Master, Young Mistress, please.” Peko called to them both softly yet sternly. She glanced at you. “Save this for later.”

Natsumi humped and began eating her food, while Fuyuhiko shot you a glance before doing the same.

You tried your best to shrink into your seat and disappear.

What the hell had happened?

~~~

After a very awkwardly silent dinner, Natsumi immediately left to her room and Peko began gathering the dishes to clean. Fuyuhiko looked to you and sighed, grabbing your arm and pulling you down to his office.

“F-Fuyuhiko, I’m sorry!” You apologized as he closed the door behind him and ran his hand over his face. “I didn’t mean to upset anyone. I-I didn’t know-”

“I know.” He assured you. “I know you didn’t. It’s fine. It’s just...Our parents are a really sore topic, especially during the holiday season.” He scratched at the back of his neck and looked up to you. “It’s...part of why I was excited to have you over. New company, something to fill that void.”

You smiled softly, before it faltered. “And then I fucked that up by bringing up your family.” You muttered. 

Fuyuhiko quickly shook his head. “No, no no! You didn’t know, and it makes sense you’d be curious!”

“But Natsumi got so mad at me!” You argued.

“She wasn’t mad at you, regardless of how it looked. Trust me.” He assured you. “She’s mad at our family. When she calms down she’ll come and apologize to you in her own way. She likes you. She told me herself.”

That soothed your worry a bit, though you were still anxious. “Still...I’m sorry I couldn’t make Christmas better for you.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes and scoffed as he walked closer to you. “Please, that dinner was honestly one of the tamer we’ve had.” He told you. “Just you being there made it way more bearable than it would’ve been otherwise.” He reached forward and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you forward flush against him.

You blushed lightly at this motion. “R-really? You sure?” You asked quietly.

Your boyfriend nodded, a grin on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He brought a hand up to your face and lowered it to meet his. “Look, just don’t worry.” He snickered. “Damn, and I thought I was freaking out about this.”

You raised a brow. “You were worried?”

Fuyuhiko nodded. “Yeah. I was worried if everything wasn’t perfect, you wouldn’t want to be with me. And after that fiasco, I thought you’d wanna break up with me for sure. But uh, seeing how worried you are kinda resolves my fears.”

You couldn’t help but giggle knowing you had both been worried about virtually nothing. You placed your forehead on your partner’s, now fully relaxed. 

The shorter boy smirked and closed his eyes before smashing his lips against yours, placing a hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You followed suit, closing your eyes and gripping his shirt.

You lost track of time for how long you had been there, but eventually Fuyuhiko pulled away to breathe. “So perfect~” He breathed out, and you giggled.

Suddenly a knock was heard. As you both turned to see who it was, the door opened, and there stood Natsumi. 

“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt, but I...wanted to...apologize, I guess.” She murmured. “I was...out of line earlier.”

Fuyuhiko gave you a knowing smile, and you smiled at Natsumi. “That’s really nice of you, Natsumi, though it’s really fine.” You looked between both Kuzuryus. “Why don’t we go watch a movie or something? Try to be...a family.”

Ngl, not super happy of this one. Not used to writing for Fuyuhiko, and I didn’t have an entire story planned, so it’s not my best work. I normally wouldn’t post this, but I needed to post something, so forgive me if it’s not up to my usual standards. But I hoped you enjoy Day 2 of 12 Days of Danganronpa! Fuyuhiko received three votes, coming in second to last! Come back tomorrow to see who got one vote higher then Fuyu and Hiro!

[random-mha-thoughts]

Mama’s Boy/Lover’s Boy (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Inspo: “Down for You” by Cosmo’s Midnight/Ruel

Summary: Bakugou hates being dragged to fancy parties for many reasons, but only one thing makes it all worth it.

Word Count: 2,322

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n:  I absolutely adore this picture, ngl that was the whole inspo for this.

It's not fair that a whole Katsuki exists while I'm bleeding out and my hormones are out of whack.  I'M A LOYAL SHOUTO HO, STAY IN YOUR LANE KATSUKI!  DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY INSTABILITY LIKE THIS!

When I was at the last few paragraphs, I realized I would've loved to let Baku lose his shit and almost crash the entire thing like in Murphy's Law (man I loved writing that), but that wouldn't be good.  We love a good chaotic fluff monster.

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I really like how it turned out!  Definitely more fluff than I expected, but who's mad at that?  I'm bleeding out of my uterus and my mom and dad got me feverish and sick and I definitely needed this, so I KNOW you Baku stans are gushing at this too.  Thanks to @rubyred-imagines​ for one of the story beats here!

Spice might be incoming in the next day or two ;3  Not sure which character yet, but it's gonna happen!

"Babe, your face."

"What about it?!"

"Stop looking like you want to kill everyone."

"But I do!"

"I know you do, but don't look it."

Katsuki walks into the grand hall, muscular arm linked through his dazzling girlfriend's slender one.  He really doesn't want to be here; he hates these high-class, uptight gatherings, he hates this constricting tuxedo he has to wear, he hates how he barely knows anyone here, and he especially hates that he could've been on a date with her alone instead of being surrounded by these suffocating faces.

His lovely girlfriend announced this unfortunate outing a few weeks ago right before Katsuki was going to suggest the idea of having a date night, since they haven't had any quality alone time together in a while.  Her eyes lit up when she reported that she RSVP-ed for both of them to attend her company's fancy dinner.  And his plans were crushed like that.  He wanted to grumble and refuse, but she'd yell right back at him anyway, being the stubborn person she is.

She reminds him of his mother.

"You're just like my mom," Katsuki rolls his eyes.  "She used to drag me to her company dinners all the time, too."

"We won't stay for long, I promise," she pats his arm with her perfectly manicured fingernails.

"She used to say that too, and then we'd be out for hours," he mumbles to himself.

The girl looks up at him sweetly.  "And you'll be a good boyfriend and stay here with me the whole time, right?"

The blond growls low in his throat.  "I don't even belong here, you were invited, not me."

"Katsuki, you're my guest, of course you belong here."  She leans up to whisper in his ear, "Besides, you're more handsome than any of the guys here, show them all up."

That makes Katsuki smirk.  "Damn right I am, babe."

The couple find their table after an irritating amount of time.  Every few steps, some other pretentious stranger from his girlfriend's company sweeps over to exchange empty kisses and the same empty conversation.  Katsuki thinks it's some kind of script everyone practiced from, no one deviating from the script or else the entire simulation might fall apart.  Actually, he would like to say something inappropriate just to relish their horrified or disgusted faces, but he for the sake of his precious girlfriend, he keeps his mouth shut, teeth grit, and smile plastered each time he's introduced to a new face.

"Do you really know everyone here, babe?" Katsuki mutters in her ear as they finally approach the table.

"Not everyone," she hums in response, "I don't know most of the employees from the other two companies here, but I know the higher-ups through my boss."

He briefly remembers her saying this dinner was for a big merger deal between these three companies.  His girlfriend works tirelessly for her boss, usually taking on more than she can handle and coming home late most nights.  She'd been promoted from just being a regular company worker to being in a near-the-top position right under the main board managers.  He admires her dedication, but he's always worried about her health and energy level.  He may be a Pro Hero, but she's the real superhuman in the relationship.

Katsuki does the gentlemanly thing of pulling the chair out for his lady and pushing her back in before settling in his seat next to her, purposely shifting closer to her than the person on his other side.

"What manners your boyfriend has," one of the older ladies at the table coos at the couple.

"Thank you, I'm very grateful to have him," the girl smiles politely in response.

Katsuki's heart melts at the pride dripping from her voice as she compliments him.  "And I'm very lucky to have her."  It felt like the right thing to say as he squeezes her hand under the table and briefly glances into her eyes.

The two don't tear away from each other until someone else approaches his girlfriend and she stands to greet him briefly.  Katsuki surveys him in case he would do something ballsy to his girlfriend.

She turns and places a hand on Katsuki's shoulder.  "This is my boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou."

Hell yeah, I am, you better not pull anything, dumbass.  He stands and shakes the other man's hand, polite but stiff.

"Nice to meet you.  Your girlfriend is honestly a powerhouse, she's amazing," the man gushes.

"Yes, I'm aware," the blond replies tersely.  He's on guard because he doesn't get a good vibe from this man.

Sure enough, he goes on a little too animatedly about how much his girlfriend does for the company and the rest of the company.  It comes off to Katsuki as fake and kiss-ass.  Nonetheless, his girlfriend accepts all the compliments like the graceful goddess she is.  He realizes this boy is one of his girlfriend's juniors as they descend into a conversation surrounding work and future projects.

After dismissing him, another group of his girlfriend's underlings rushes over with compliments and "Oh my gosh, senpai!  You look amazing!" and the like.  Each time, she would accept the praise, introduce him, before launching into more work-related subject matter that Katsuki learned to tune out eventually.

Honestly, he's annoyed at how everyone here is overwhelmingly toxic.  All the subordinates or peers are kiss-ups and her superiors are pretentious stick-up-their-asses that look down on his girlfriend.  He can't stand that his lover is surrounded by this atmosphere all day.  They don't know the genuine type of person she is, other than that she's kind and easy to walk all over.  No one seems like they care enough to carry genuine conversation, and he'd rather not tune into that energy.

Instead, Katsuki directs his attention to his lovely girlfriend.  Staring at her face, he recalls how painstakingly long it took for her to paint her face with makeup to look this flawless.  He's sure she would've had a mental breakdown while doing her eyes, especially putting on her eyeliner.  She was chanting to herself cutely to get them even, almost coaxing her shaky hands in front of the mirror to perform some kind of magic.  If he had done the wrong thing and hurried her or teased her habits, she would've unleashed all her anger on him.  He's learned that the hard way.  In the end, she was able to achieve this masterpiece on her face without making herself look like a completely different person, highlighting her natural beauty.

Scanning downward to her dress, he remembers fondly going shopping with her last weekend.  Her hair was in a topknot as she fumbled through the racks for a dress to wear.  She had dragged him along because she trusted his opinion on fashion choices.  While he would've liked for her to choose a scarlet red gown, Katsuki knew she'd look infinitely better in the sapphire blue number she's wearing now.  The skinny straps holding the dress up leads down to a not-too-plunging neckline that suits her shoulders, collarbone, and chest perfectly.  The dress cinches in at the waist to emphasize the figure he knows she has before falling straight down from her hips, and the mid-thigh slit on one side is subtly sexy without having her risk overexposure.  Finishing the entire outfit is a classic pair of nude pumps, a dainty gold necklace, matching dangling earrings, and a clutch matching her shoes.  Her hair is curled in waves cascading down her back with some stands hanging over one shoulder.

Katsuki can't help but smile unconsciously.  He can't wait to someday place the finishing touch she deserves: a simple but elegant ring on her left hand.

After all the formalities, the two finally sit down and start eating the dinner courses that have started gracing their place settings.

"I know you wanted to go out for date night today," his girlfriend begins gently, "But we can imagine this is a fancy restaurant with just us two, and everything else is just a backdrop."

"Shouldn't you be paying attention to what's going on?" Katsuki quirks an eyebrow.

She waves her hand and takes a refined sip of her wine.  "I've already heard them practice this speech too many times."

The devilish blond smirks and slinks closer to her.  "That's not something a good employee would do, is it?"

"I'm not working right now," she smoothly responds back, replicating his energy.

The organizer of the dinner finally takes the stage and starts his speech.  Katsuki keeps his gaze on his beautiful girlfriend, admiring her delicately picking and eating at her plate.  She's so precious to him, he doesn't care if he's making heart eyes and everyone can see.

When the speech finishes, his girlfriend's glass also empties and she indicates that she's going to get another.  It leaves him on edge, he hates being alone with all these strangers even for a few minutes.  He doesn't want to tell you this, but if one of these people try to small talk him without you here, he might actually break something.

"So, Bakugou, what do you do?" the same lady from earlier chirps at him.

He whips his head up.  For fuck's sake.  "I'm a...public safety worker of sorts."  He tries so hard to sound polite for his girlfriend's sake.  He also can't resist scanning the room for her as a safety reflex.  With all the shady people around, he doesn't trust that something bad won't happen.  And he also wants your comfort in these uncomfortable situations, but he'll never admit that either.

"Oh, I see."  The old lady seems satisfied with his tone, barely noticing his fidgeting as she launches into a whole story about her grandson wanting to do something like that, and all the tangents related to that.

Katsuki is relieved that he doesn't have to talk for the rest of the time, just nodding along  and humming to prove he's passively listening.  He finally spots his angel a few tables away, groaning internally that she was stopped by someone, keeping her from coming back to him.  It seems they were having a deep conversation at first, but suddenly the man cracks a smile and a joke that makes her cover her mouth in respectful laughter.

Katsuki's annoyance is cut through at her wholehearted display of emotions.  The entire night, he's been complaining about how much he hates everyone here, but it's only now he realizes how relaxed she looks in the entire situation.  She's completely in her element; he'd get easily drained by all the suffocating small talk, but her?  She thrives off this, she gains energy from it.  Although she comes home late, overworked and tired, she still faces every day with a smile on her face.  She makes it look so easy to talk to people, striking up and following conversations with everyone in the most endearing and poised way possible.

Katsuki smiles to himself, warmth washing over him.  Yes, just like his mom, but it makes his girlfriend all the more stunning and admirable in his eyes.

His girlfriend finally returns to the table, her recently-acquired glass already half empty.  "What did I miss?" she asks, buzzing with both energy and alcohol.

Katsuki leans his head on his palm.  "Nothing much."  He's still basking in the glow of his wonderful girlfriend, casually sipping his own wine absently.

She turns towards the clearing in the center of the room and takes his free hand.  "Let's go dance, babe!"

Any other time, Katsuki would have sternly declined, but he can't resist her today.  Without a single complaint, he rises and lets her drag him by their entwined hands to the dance floor.  Guiding his large hand around her waist as her one hand plants to his shoulder, she raises their joined hands and starts swaying them to the classic orchestral ensemble's upbeat performance.

The man doesn't know if it's the overwhelming feeling of pride he recently uncovered, or the way their bodies press together gently as he inhales her floral perfume, but he can't find the words to describe everything he wants to say. He settles on simply smiling warmly down at her as he whispers, "You're amazing, you know that?"

His girlfriend's cheeks flush and she erupts into giggles.  "What's with the sudden compliment?"

He shakes his head.  "I just realized it, that's all.  Just like my mom."

"You sure are a Mama's boy, aren't you?"

He scoffs at the idea.  "I love the old hag, but I'll never tell her that.  Besides, I'd say I'm whipped for a different woman in my life."  He brushes hair behind her ear, her earring glinting against the light, and places a kiss on her perfect temple.  "You look stunning tonight."

His girlfriend's eyes close in half-lidded affection.  "I'm sorry this isn't the perfect date night you wanted."

The blond leans his forehead on her's, slowing their pace to allow time to pass much more leisurely around them.  "I get to dance with you, I think that's a definite win."

"I guess so."

Katsuki comes to realize that he can be forced to come to all of these events.  All that matters is his enchanting lover and her smile.  When the night is over, he can't wait to let her take her heels off and carry her bridal style to their car as everyone watches in envy and awe.  He'd let her recline and rest her weary feet, telling her stories of his adventures of night outings with his mom to lull her to sleep in his passenger seat.  And then he'd carry her sleeping figure up to their bedroom and wake her gently so she can clean herself up and change into her cute pajamas, just so they can cuddle in each other's warmth until they fall asleep.

Maybe he's not a Mama's boy anymore.  More like he's a Lover's boy.

[flyingovertheandes]

Have You Found What You’re Looking For? | (HS Athlete!Frankie Morales x Yearbook Photographer!Reader)

Chapter Two: Let’s Fall In Love For The Night

Reader and Frankie have their after school “date”.

Word Count: 1.3K

TW: Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of High Sex, No Smut, KINDA CHEESY THOUGH NGL

Part One

You could never tell -anyone- about your little date with Frankie Morales, especially the newspaper staff. If you guys ran a gossip page...? This would have been all over the front cover.

February 1st | 4:33pm

“So… the Yearbook, huh? How’s it coming along?” He asked, taking a drink from his energy drink and wiping his mouth.

The two of you had decided on a small sandwich shop near the school.

“It’s pretty much done, actually… In its final stages before we print.” You explained.

“Yeah? What about the newspaper? Anything exciting?” He asked.

“You tell me! You don’t read your own school newspaper, Morales?” You joked, nobody ever read it.

His head fell forward in defeat as he ate a potato chip.

“I’m a busy man!” He argued.

“So I’ve heard!” You retorted, laughing.

“Yeah? What is it that you’ve heard about me?” He raised his eyebrows as he stole a french fry from your plate.

“I… It was a joke.” You claimed, not wanting to come off as rude.

“Y/N… I hear the rumors too, you know… Even if they are about me.” He said, showing an indifference to the matter.

“Is that all they are… I mean… rumors?” You asked curiously, though you weren’t sure why you cared.

“Are you asking as a friend?” He asked, now looking sad, maybe nervous about confronting the rumors and opening up to you about the truth.

“Of course...” You reassured him, placing your hands on his between the two of you.

He met your eyes and for a second, you felt like he was real. Everything you thought you knew about him faded away.

You cared about him, more than you wanted to admit. You always had.

“Which rumors are we talking about?” He started.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know… I don’t mind. I want you to know me… the real Frankie.” He explained sincerely.

Maybe he cared about you too.

“Did you- uhm- really get accepted to Duke? I mean… you’re the best player in the county, I’m sure you did.”

He laughed, “So, you think highly of me? One of few, Y/L/N... I’ll give you that.”

He took another sip of his drink before speaking again, “But, no, Florida State, actually. I’m moving out there in May… they want me to start training as soon as possible for the season.” He told you.

“May?” You asked. “Before graduation?” You tried not to sound disappointed.

“Yeah… It wasn’t the best deal to make… but I didn’t have any other options.” He scratched his stubble.

You imagined what he looked like without it.

“Y/N?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry… I just- I can’t believe you won’t be here for graduation.” You let your emotions show.

He leaned back in his seat and watched your sad eyes as you played with your napkin.

“Just means we have to make the most of the time we have left, right?” He proposed.

You gave him a smile as you nodded.

“C’mon, let’s take a walk! I’ll tell you anything else you want to know.” He told you, standing up and extending his hand out to you.

How could you say no to him?

-

“So… the cheerleaders… have you actually… you know…” You joked shyly as the two of you made it to the playground down the street.

You’d walked a couple laps around the park before deciding to sit somewhere. Frankie laughed at your question.

“Have I actually what?” He pried.

“Well! You know…” You said again.

“Actually, Y/N, I don’t.” He bluffed.

“Morales! You said you’d tell me anything.” You smacked his shoulder as the two of you sat on the swingset.

“Okay, okay! Fine! No, I haven’t… Except...” He started to say.

“Except?” You pried.

“It may be a possibility that I… you know… with one of them.” He admitted awkwardly.

“Yeah? That’s not too bad, nothing to be embarrassed over.” You assured him.

“Thing is… I… Well- I was high, it was a mistake. Nothing good came from it.” He admitted, sharing a piece of himself that you were sure he had never told anyone before.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You offered.

“Don’t be… I mean, how could you have known? I don’t even think she knew.” He told you, pain evident in his voice.

“Do you still do that… get high I mean?” You asked cautiously, knowing you may be overstepping.

“I-” He was cut off by one of his teammates walking by the playground.

“Fish! Caught another one did you?” They joked to him.

“Fuck off, Benny!” He retorted.

You laughed.

“Fish? What kind of nickname is that?” You quipped.

He laughed.

“That’s another story for another time, Y/N… I gotta get home soon, my mom will kill me if she doesn’t know where I am.” He explained.

“Okay… we should uhm- do this again sometime?” You proposed nervously.

“No kidding, you’re the best company I’ve had in months...It uh- means a lot that you gave me a chance.” He acknowledged.

You smiled as you got up and offered him your hand to help him off the swing.

“I’ll walk you back to your car before I head home.” He sweetly offered, picking up his backpack.

“Morales! You gotta get home! I can handle myself.” You promised him, flashing your small bottle of pepper spray attached to your keychain.

“Atta girl, come here.” He pulled you in for a hug.

“Thank you… I mean it.” He spoke quietly.

You smiled and slowly pulled away from the hug, lingering inches from his face.

“I’ll… see you tomorrow… Fish.” You giggled.

He humoredly sighed, “Please, call me Frankie!”

-

8:47pm

As you were getting ready to settle in for the night, your father opened your door and held the house phone out to you.

“There’s a call for you, says he’s someone named… Fish? You know him?”

You laughed and took the phone from his hands.

“Yes, dad. He’s a friend from school.” You explained, shooing him away with your hand kindly.

Once he was gone, you held the phone to your ear.

“Frankie?” You asked.

“Hey, Y/N… Sorry to call so late.” He apologized.

“No! No worries, what’s up? How did you even get my number?” You laughed again.

“Friends of friends… I just… I wouldn’t have gone searching for it if it wasn’t important.” He explained.

“Okay… So, what is it?” You questioned, getting nervous now.

“Well… You know there’s that Valentine’s Day dance coming up next week… All the guys have dates and I wasn’t gonna go, but…” He cut himself off.

“You don’t have to come with me if that’s- I know you probably don’t like those kinds of things.” He spoke softly.

He was right… You weren’t in love with school dances. You’d covered enough of them for the Yearbook over the years that you’d be happy to never attend one again… But somehow… You were compelled to say yes.

Though, you had to interrupt his babbling to get him to listen to you.

“Frankie! I’ll go, okay? We can go. I’d love to be your date.” The words hit you as you said them outloud.

“What- really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course… Only for the popularity points…” You joked.

“Oh, come on!” You laughed together.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again.

“You know something?” He started.

“Hm?” You questioned.

“I’ve heard a rumor that it only takes one night to fall for me…”

Due to personal experience, you didn’t doubt it.

“Oh yeah, what if I said the same for myself?” You joked.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, Y/L/N.” Frankie challenged.

“I- uhm- gotta go though, my mom wants me to hang up the phone, but I… I look forward to falling in love with you... for the night, of course.”

You felt your chest ache at the last part.

“Right back at you, Morales.”

Though you were pretty sure you already had...

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Haven’t Come Up With A Title For This Yet Either

Okie, I made this as an experiment of sorts, so if it seems all over the place, that’s... part of the reason. For those who might stumble upon this in the future who haven’t read my posts, I’ve headcanoned Cowboy’s real name to be Harris Malkovich, so Harris=Cowboy. Hope you enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.

Harris looked up from his assignment. “It’s specially organised just for me. I know exactly where everything is. If I fix it now, it’ll throw off my muscle memory.”

-----

“Are you ever gonna organise this music shelf? It’s the only thing in your room that is never organised. Everything else? Neat and tidy, almost suspiciously so… then the music shelf sticks out like a sore thumb!” A.J. looked carefully at the vinyl collection.

“That’s… actually a fair point.” She moved away from his collection and grabbed her binder from her bag and grabbed the chair from his desk. She turned the chair to face him just as Harris's dad, Victor walked in.

"Alright, I'm heading to work. You two keep outta trouble!"

"Thanks for letting me stay, Mr. Malkovich." 

"Of course. Also, Harris? Did you still want to drop by the music store later tonight?" Victor asked him. "It's open later today, so I should be able to take you when I get home."

"Yeah, that would be cool," He replied. "But are you sure you can do that? Wouldn’t you be tired from work? We can wait to go on a day you're not working…"

"It's fine. You’ve been asking me to take you for what, a month? We'll go after I get off work, I promise," Victor said, confidently.

Harris's face lit up. His father wasn’t the type to make promises unless he intended to keep them. "Alright then. Let's go when you get home." 

"You two gonna be alright? You need anything else?"

"We're gonna be fine, but you might wanna hurry up! You're gonna be late for work! Go!"

"Alright alright, I'm going. Make sure she gets home safe when you two are done studying," He said, gesturing to A.J. before turning to leave. "See you when I get off!" 

"Bye!" The two replied in sync.

A.J. opened her binder to pull an assignment out when Harris spoke again.

"Hey, you feel like checking my chemistry work?"

She looked up at him. "Oh no, I'm no good at chemistry."

"Well, you're better at it than I am. It never hurts to have it looked over anyways. If all else fails, Elle can look at it when I see her." He shrugged.

"Problem solved then, yes?" 

"Please? I might not see her until after this is due!" He pleaded.

She sighed before holding her hand out. "Hand it over."

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The two were halfway finished with an assignment when there was a knock on the door. 

Harris made an annoyed expression before getting up to answer the door. "Come on," he said before running down the stairs, A.J. raising an eyebrow in confusion before putting her binder away.

He saw two people, a man and a woman. He unlocked the door and opened it. "Yes?" There was a bit more bite in his tone than he meant.

"Is this the residence of Victor Malkovich?"

"Yeah, he's not here though. What d'you want?"

"I'm Detective Roy from the Brooklyn Police Department. May we come in? We have an important matter to discuss," the woman said as she held up a badge.

He sighed before letting them in. He frowned internally at him and A.J. being interrupted but maybe it was a sign that they should take a break from their work.

"Can you tell me your name and relationship to Victor, please?"

"Well... I'm Harris. Victor's my dad."

A.J. came down the stairs quietly, unbeknownst to the detectives. Harris noticed her and beckoned her over.

"Hello, Miss. And who might you be?"

A.J. looked between the detectives and Harris. "I'm A.J... Eh, Harris, are you in trouble or something?"

"Could you please come to have a seat?" The woman asked.

A.J. came and sat down next to Harris.

"Harris, there was a traffic collision near the school. Nobody survived. We identified one of the bodies as a Victor Malkovich and found this to be his address, and we were told to inform his family as soon as possible. I'm sorry." 

Harris frowned. "... You can’t be serious… What kind of a sick joke is this...? I just saw him leave for work not even two hours ago. He was here... He can't be… He told me he would..." He did his best to keep his voice steady but it was getting more difficult by the second. He felt tears streaming down his face. 

As much as he didn’t want to believe it, he knew that it was true. Unless they had a sick sense of humour, why would they lie about this? In that case, what did that mean for him? His father didn’t have any family that could take him in and based on what Harris heard from him, his mother didn’t have any family either. Would he have to go into foster care or something like that? He didn’t like that idea much, but he likely didn’t have a choice in the matter.

"Harris."

"Please get out..." He told them, not looking up at them.

"I'm very sorry, Harris. Here's my card. Please try to contact me within the week, so we can help you figure out where to go from here or if you have any questions." Detective Roy put her card on the table before the pair left.

After the door shut, A.J. spoke up. "Would you like me to leave you as well?"

"Please don't." He leaned against her with a hug as he continued crying. She wrapped her arms around him. She felt tears of her own welling up. And every time she heard another cry force its way from his throat, she involuntarily winced. She felt his grip tighten around her, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. She felt warm droplets on her shoulder which made her rub Harris’s back instinctively. "I… I rushed him out of the house, so he wouldn't be late for work. Maybe if I hadn't…"

"Harris... blaming yourself for something you couldn't control isn't healthy or helpful to you. Take your time to grieve, then go from there. I'm here-"

The phone starts ringing. "Do you want me to answer the phone for you? It might be Nikola asking about me."

"Yeah, go ahead..."

She walked to the kitchen to answer the phone, "Malkovich Residence."

"A.J.? Are you still with Harris?" A deep voice questioned.

"Yeah, I'm still here." She looked at the couch, Harris resting his head on the arm. "Hey, Nik? Is it alright if I stay here? For the night?"

"What? Hell no!"

"Nikola, please. Something really bad has happened. I don't think Harris should be alone right now. He needs somebody here."

"What happened?"

"It's… it's not really my place to say… Please, Nik… I promise I'll explain everything when I see you tomorrow. You know I wouldn't ask something like this unless it was for something important." 

Nikola quieted for a moment then sighed, "Alright… Call me in the morning, please?"

"Of course. Love you."

"Love you, too."

She hung up the phone and went back to the couch, where Harris had apparently cried himself to sleep.

She grabbed a blanket from the closet and wrapped it around him. She was about to go sit in the armchair when he called her; his voice hoarse. "A.J.?"

"Yes?"

"Could you please stay here with me…? On the couch?"

She looked at him for a moment before nodding. "Sure, I can do that." She sat down next to where he was laying, her hands running through his hair. Soon, he was back asleep. A.J. sat her hat and glasses on the table before curling up on the couch and falling asleep as well.

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I’ll be frank; I wrote to make myself sad and think about how sad I can make these hooligans, though I don’t think the grief hits as hard as it could, so I might rewrite it I did not write this for accuracy. I dunno what happens when a person dies due to traffic collision, or how that goes. Also, the beginning of this was rather different (Was a bit more shippy ngl. Might post what I originally had another time.), but I changed it because one, I didn’t want Cowboy’s and A.J.’s relationship to be shoved down throats/I didn’t want to romanticise Cowboy’s grief, and two, I just don’t want them to have that sort of relationship. Though, I’ll probably upload fluffy stuffs for them if I feel like it. I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you think!

[itstittycitybaby]

May Death do Us Part (Benrey/Gordon Freeman)

A/N: ahaha im a bit nervous to post this one ngl but fuck it might as well give it a shot. if you haven’t seen hlvrai please do it’s so good and so fucking funny. Thank you @kryogie for helping me with this fic! I really appreciate it bro.

Warnings:angst,suicidal thoughts,suicide attempt,hurt/comfort,dissociation.

Benrey couldn’t die. Anyone else would be ecstatic to know that they could out run the hounds of death. Gordon’s apartment was dark that night. He’d mention earlier that morning picking up another shift, so he’d be home later. The silence was deafening as Benrey stared at the bright T.V. screen. His thoughts felt like he was dragging through quick sand and his brain lagged. “not pog. cringeworthy moments right here,” Benrey murmured to himself as a CPU beat his ass on Smash. Sonic, the one Benrey mains, looked glum as he clapped for Bowser. It was suffocating; the silence and the distant but also bright colours of the T.V. The switch hummed faintly but Benrey had trouble focusing on it. 

He hated the quiet. Whenever it was quiet the guilt came rushing back. The memories of Black Mesa were fuzzy but Benrey couldn’t forget what he had done. His hand laid there on the cold cement ground as Gordon cried out in pain in the dark. His form being dragged by three soldiers as they left him to die. Benrey could faintly see the blood as Tommy started to cry.

“N-no! What are they d-doing to Mr. Freeman?”

Benrey choked on his breath; his chest felt tight and his throat contracted harshly. The whispers of the dark swirled around him and laid on his trembling form thickly. The T.V. that sat on its stand became blurry and Benrey felt as if he were sinking.

He couldn’t move. The soldiers around them paid him no mind. They laughed and carried on like nothing had happened. After all, Benrey’s job was done righ? This is what he had wanted?

“calm down,” Benrey told himself. “this..this is baby behaviour...we’re supposed to be..epic gamer....” Gordon had moved on from Black Mesa. Or so he told himself anyway. His arm was back, something Tommy’s dad had fixed. Even with his hand being back, Benrey could see the underlying anxiety Gordon had. He could see it in the way Gordon fidgeted and jumped at every loud noise. He couldn’t blame him at all. This was all his fault. He had always enjoyed making Gordon irritated. It was funny and entertaining but he had taken it too far.

Benrey knew he didn’t deserve Gordon’s kindness. He didn’t have to let Benrey in his apartment as the rain poured that night. Gordon was anxious and still held some malice towards him, but Benrey could see his big brown eyes soften with concern as he saw the blood seeping through his security shirt. Gordon was insistent on tending his wounds even though he knew Benrey couldn’t die. Something Benrey still couldn’t wrap his head around to this day.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Benrey couldn’t tell but the thoughts were getting louder and louder as he sat there on the couch. He had to do something. His limbs didn’t feel like moving but he wiggled them as a test. They felt sluggish and heavy but Benrey eventually got a leg off the couch. He deserved this didn’t he? He deserved the pain and despair of the aftermath. It’s what he caused after all. So why was it so hard to move on?

“wasn’t suppos’ to be..like this,” Benrey mumbled one night as the both of them sat in front of the T.V. Some stupid rom com played. Pretty and Pink, was it? Gordon didn’t say anything but his brows furrowed. “What?” Benrey huffed. “can’t hear me feetman?..gordon freeman??more like.. gordon deafman haha...can’t even hear his bro talking to him..” Gordon rolled his eyes and sighed. “Can you ever talk seriously?” “yea...I tried but deafman couldn’t hear me....” Gordon just snorted, picking up the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. “Whatever man just watch the movie.” Benrey could see a small smile on Gordon’s plush lips. It made his heart flutter.

The balcony felt cold underneath Benrey’s feet. Gordon’s apartment was high enough that he’d smack on the concrete and die from the impact. Sure, he’d resurrect again, but it helped with the pain. All the emotions swirled around him and bit at his gut. It was an endless torture of not being able to be at peace. People saw the ability of never being able to die a blessing. Hell, they would kill for it. Benrey saw it as a curse. It was perfect for him and the thought made him laugh hollowly. It was raining again and the air nipped at his toes and fingers. The wind made his skin numb from the cold. He laughed at the clicheness of it all. Like some damn cheesy RPG game where the main character hit his low. The sky wept with Benrey’s misery.

Benrey’s fists clenched tightly on the balcony. The metal railing was cold to the touch and the water made it a bit slippery. The laughter wheezed out of his chest. Was he crying? His tears felt hot;His arms felt slackish and unbearably slow.”c-could end everything r-right now....little feetman wouldn’t have to...p-put up with me anymore...i’ll just respawn like a gamer and...keep d-doing it....” Maybe one day he’d disappear. Maybe he’d actually stay dead. Benrey cackled at the thought. It was wishful thinking, he knew it. Yet, he couldn’t help but think of the science team. What if he actually stayed dead? Tommy would cry and wail like a good friend. He cared about Benrey even after all the shit he put them through. Dr. Coomer might be a little sad but would be back in no time. Bubby..well Bubby was and always will be a wild card. Benrey’s heart lurched when he thought about Gordon. The science team never worried too much when Benrey died but this was different entirely. Benrey wanted to die. Would they even care? Gray orbs left his mouth as he remincised over what he had done. He had fucked up and couldn’t forgive himself. How could he when he had hurt the man he liked. 

Gripping the railing for support, Benrey balanced himself onto it. Carefully, he stood up on it. His stomach lurched with anxiety as he looked down. Cars honked and people walked among the sidewalks blissfully unaware. Benrey couldn’t help but think about if his head smacked onto the pavement. How traumatized innocent bystanders would be and if they would tried to help. Was it wrong that he couldn’t find himself to care?

“Benrey!” He jumped in surprise, causing him to teeter on the railing. His arms waved and so did his fingers for balance. A hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him onto the balcony floor. Benrey let out a hiss as his back made contact with its cement floor. He cursed once he realized who prevented him from jumping off the balcony and ending his misery for a short awhile. “W-what the fuck man?!” Gordon Freeman hovered over Benrey. His glasses were speckled from the rain and his hair that was pulled up was starting to get damp. His brown eyes were wide and..was he crying? The waves of guilt that were already washing Benrey away were now crashing to the surface. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He looked so afraid and hurt. Benrey averted his gaze. “L-let’s get you inside,” Gordon said, mostly to himself. He was trying to reassure himself, Benrey noticed, as he helped him up. Gordon’s hand wrapped tightly around his as he lead him back into his apartment. God, Benrey felt so damn guilty. He just wanted to die for a bit and be nothing. It only lasted for a couple hours before he came back but the seemingly never ending darkness called to him. It called for him to come home. Benrey could barely register a fluffly towel being wrapped around his quivering frame. His clothing clung to his skin in a gross way and he felt cold and warm at the same time. There were groceries and a pack of Moutain Dew on the kitchen isalnd. Benrey’s favorite.

Gordon ran a hand through his hair. A nervous tick he had which didn’t help Benrey’s guilt at all. “’m...s-sorry,” Benrey choked out. “weren’t suppose...to see that.” Gordon’s head shot up. His brown eyes wavered as he looked into Benrey’s seemingly cold black ones. “No man don’t a-apologize. I-If I had known...” Gordon trailed off. Benrey shook his head. “n-not just for that feetman...for everything..” His lip quivered and he dropped Gordon’s gaze. Finally, he had said what he’d been keeping in for so long. “Is that why you tried t-to..do that?” Gordon gestured to the balcony. Benrey nodded. Gordon let out a shaky sigh. “L-look man.. I’ve already forgiven you. I care about you and...I worry about you Benrey..I l-lo-” Benrey’s eyes widened. Gordon’s cheeks heated up and he swallowed thickly. “..wha?..” “U-um,” Gordon stuttered, eyes averting anything close to Benrey. “U-uh..fuck it man! I like you alright? I-I.. love you after all these months! I was gonna tell you but... I-I didn’t think you’d feel the same.. Now of all times isn’t g-good to tell you either.” Benrey stood there stunned. 

Gordon swallowed nervously as he waited silently. Benrey’s silence and his stare didn’t help Gordon in the slightest. “L-look man if you don’t feel that way it’s fine. I’m more concerned about you though...I-I have a friend who’s a therapist! S-she’s great and she-” Gordon got caught off by soft lips against his own. His eyes widened but when Benrey clutched tightly into his shirt, he kissed back. 

Gordon cracked a smile once they pulled away. “I-I don’t wanna pressure you into anything while in this state...so I-I understand if you don’t wanna g-get into anything-”  Benrey cut Gordon off with another kiss. They were a bit cold and damp from standing in the rain. “y-you’re my gamer boyfriend now feetman..” Gordon barked a laugh as he pulled away. “I still want you to get help though okay? I want to help you through this.” Benrey nodded, “i-i’ll try bro....i’ll try.” Satisfied, Gordon beckoned to the couch. “Wanna play some video games or something?” Benrey nodded, already shuffling to the couch. 

After Gordon put the groceries away and grabbed Benrey a can of Moutain Dew and his so called “gamer snacks”, he joined him on the couch. “Can I,” Gordon asked, hovering his arm over Benrey’s shoulders. He nodded and as soon as Gordon wrapped his arm around him, Benrey nestled into his side. They both smiled as they basked in each other’s presence and played Heavenly Sword. Tomorrow will be a better day.

[chocochar]

ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ? | ᴅᴀʙɪ/ᴛᴏᴜʏᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3: ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Valentine’s Special | Part 6: TBA

(AN: Ngl, I'm really happy people are enjoying this... QuQ

BUT I hope everyone is prepared cause this fic will be filled with angst, and fluff.... and a possible lemon

So guess we'll hop into part 3, yeah?)

[(F/n)'s POV]

       A chat? Why would Dabi, from the League of Villains, want to chat with me? The intimidating tone behind it leaves me more concerned, too. While he hasn't done anything other then enter uninvited with our missing key (I need to get that out of his hands ASAP or change the locks if he refuses to give it up) he's still extremely dangerous; my biggest fear is him harming Kaoru, I'll fight him off as best I can if things go that far and make sure Kaoru gets out.

       My eyes never stray from him even if his gaze alone makes me want to turn my head down to watch the floor instead and I bite my lip trying to also piece together an escape plan in my head. His fire is the biggest obstacle... Hopefully my barrier can stop it if it's as hot as people report.

       "A chat, huh?... What about?" I ask carefully, my arm trying to shield Kaoru while I flip the nearby switch to turn the living room light on; despite the danger he won't stop trying to move next to me to get a better look at the villain. I don't know why, why did he come out of his room despite the danger? Why am I trembling while he looks curious about the stranger in our living room? And what did he mean by what he said a few minutes ago, Dabi is the one he... What?

       "Well, it's a little complicated," he starts, tilting his head. "The question I gotta ask first is if you'll believe anything I say or not? Although I suppose when you lie yourself it's easier to catch other people's lies, right?" The way he says it is almost bitter and his eye show that same feeling, and I'm now both on edge and confused. What's he getting at, is he mistaking me for someone else??

       "What? Wh-What are you talking about? Look, I don't know who you're looking for or what but-"

       "I found who I've been looking for, I'm in the right place, I just wish she'd make things easy and realize why I'm here already," he interrupts, starting to take steps towards us. I jolt and hold out my hands, putting up a small force field around Kaoru and me causing the villain to stop in his tracks. He looks at the shield with narrowed orbs before mumbling something under his breath I can't hear.

       "Look, I-I don't know why you're here or who you think I am but I'm going to ask that you please leave before things get out of hand! Please, as you can see I have a son, please don't do anything regrettable," I plead with a look of desperation. It may fall on deaf ears given his line of 'work' but I have to try. It isn't my first rodeo talking villains out of desperate situations, although Dabi, by his personality on the surface alone, might be a bit more of a challenge than the smaller, two bit baddies I've handled before. I can't read his face which makes it even more difficult; I can't tell if he's going to snap and attack or if he really is going to turn and leave. Staring at his face I feel an odd... familiarity, like I've seen the face before but I have no idea where or when. His cerulean eyes glide down to Kaoru who I try to block from his gaze but my son seems to have other plans and keeps trying to see past me. "Kaoru-"

       "Your son... Who's his dad?"

       The question is out of nowhere, and I slowly turn back to him with a confused look.

       "Why... Do you want to know?"

       "Curiousity, let's say," he shrugs, although I feel like there's more to it than that. Furrowing my brows I'm reluctant to say; not like it would matter, even if I did choose to be quiet or lie about it. That familiarity feeling comes back, and I try to ignore it.

       "He... Passed away, a few years ago, so he's not in the picture," I tell him after moments of silence. I look away saying this, my eyes landing on the picture shelves noticing he'd left the one of Touya up. "He's the boy in that picture you were looking at..." I mumble, lowering my hands and the force field disappearing. Dabi turns and looks back at the shelves; he walks over to them again and picks it up, and I start to consider the possibility he knew Touya. Why else would he ask about my son's dad? Although... I have this weird feeling telling me I'm wrong.

       "Why do you want to know? And what do you really want?" I ask, Dabi still holding the picture while turning back to face us.

       "Did he know before he died? Or did you plan to tell him?"

       More questions about Touya, specifically to do with my son? What does he want? Why would this matter to him? I find it hard to respond with my throat tightening up, my fists clenched at my side and my head lowering. I bite my lip, the guilt building again. That guilt about not telling Touya before what happened. Even if it wouldn't have changed what happened to him I still regret it; I don't even know if he would've been happy about it, but remembering who he was I can't help but think he would have.

       I take a deep breath and shake my head, admitting,"No... No, he had no idea. I was scared about telling him..."

       "Why's that? If you two were so close you wound up knocked up it shouldn't have been that big a problem letting him know he's gonna be a dad," he almost sounds like he's mocking me, but he also sounds upset, maybe? It's... Hard to tell. But I can feel my emotions starting to take control of the situation.

       Looking back up to meet his eyes this time I don't hesitate to ask,"Why do you care? Why do you want to know so much?? Please, tell me what you want!"

       "You still haven't pieced it together? You really don't know why I'm asking?" He asks it with a sigh.

       "No, I don't, I-I don't know! That's why I-"

       "I think I know," Kaoru suddenly speak up and in my stressed state I neglected to realize he'd stepped around me and was taking small steps over to Dabi who peered down at him, his face turning aloof again. My eyes widen and I stutter,"K-Kaoru, wait...!"

       Standing in front of Dabi my son looks up at him before reaching for Touya's picture which the ravenette hands him. Kaoru holds it in both hands and stares at it before looking up at Dabi again, then back to the picture. I watch as Dabi steps back and kneels down to Kaoru's level... and let's Kaoru hold up the picture beside his face as well as carefully feel his black locks and part them. With the lights back on we both can see what looks like... Red roots under the black, and Kaoru pulls back with wide eyes. His face seems to light up while I'm slowly putting the pieces in order.

       "... You're my dad," he breathes excitedly, a smile gracing his lips while Dabi's eyes soften. The man nods and I can see the corners of his lips twitch as he gives a small smile.

       I'm rooted in place, a ringing in my ears staring at the man. Suddenly everything makes sense, yet also doesn't. Emotions flood through me and I feel floored by this revelation, especially when I immediately realize it's true. Dabi... Is Touya.

       "N... No... No, Touya died 10 years ago, th-there's no way," I start, backing up. I'm starting to shake and my chest feels tight, especially when he looks at me and stands; those same blue eyes I used to see almost every day, that used to hold flickers of life but now... Remind me of Endeavor's. My bottom lip starts quivering as I shake my head and continue,"You aren't Touya, you c-can't be...!"

       His face is hard to read and he starts approaching me.

       "Why are you lying to yourself, (F/n)?" He asks, my eyes feeling the tears brimming but I fight them from rolling down my cheeks.

       "I'm not! You aren't Touya! T-Touya would never become a villain, and he died...!"

       "I faked my death, what other choice did I have?" His voice is picking up a bit his brows furrowed as he stands in front of my quivering form. "Things got out of hand and I saw a way out of that shithole. And I only became a villain because of him."

       "Got out of hand? How? How could you let everyone who loved you believe you were dead, that you cremated yourself with your own fire?! Why didn't you just run away??" I exclaim, the tears starting to roll.

       "I was desperate, you know exactly what I was going through with that bastard. I even tried to go to your house a few weeks after it happened but you were suddenly gone. Why did you hide the fact you were pregnant from me? I'm not the only one who was keeping secrets here," he snaps back, his voice raised but not yelling like me.

       "I-I was going to tell you, I...! I was scared, I-I do remember what you were going through, we were kids, I was terrified because what if you decided to leave me o-or you got mad?! I'd only known a few days before you 'died', I was trying to get ready..." I start crying harder and I cover my eyes with my hands as the sobs wrack my body. "I-I'm sorry, Touya, I... I..." I can't find the words as I cry, all the regret and guilt I've built over the years finally coming out now that I've accepted that the boyfriend I thought was dead, my son's father, is standing right in front of me... As a villain.

       Dabi doesn't say anything back, silence settling aside from my sobs. I stiffen feeling a large hand brushing through my (hair color) hair and pushing my head against a chest, my eyes opening to find my face pressed against Dabi's pecs. I'm shocked, but I don't push him away, instead gripping his white shirt and overcoat and burying my face in the clothing as I keep crying, his hand almost petting my hair. It feels weird, but at the same time nostalgic.

[X][X][X]

       It takes some time but I finally calm down and I'm sitting on the couch with Touya... Dabi next to me and Kaoru on the floor watching us both. My eyes feel puffy and I've gone through so many tissues that pile up in the small garbage next to the couch. Dabi is watching me, leaning forward with his arms on his knees, and I struggle to look back at it, the risk of crying again hanging over my head. That, or yelling at him asking what the hell he was thinking. But I keep my nerves in check and I take a deep breath, sorting my thoughts.

       "I'm sorry, that I wasn't there after what happened... My mom was worried for me, with the stress mixed with the pregnancy, so she moved us a few cities away..." I explain, sniffing and leaning back, finally looking at him. Now that I know who he is... I see Touya. I remember the burns he always used to have, all in the same spots a lot of the time as his permanent ones here, but even with these scars I'm not appalled or anything. I still think he's handsome, even if he's changed... I almost want to touch and feel them, but at the moment that might be awkward, plus he may not like it. I go a little pink realizing I'm just staring at him and quickly look away. "A-Anyways, it was never my intention to hide Kaoru from you, like I said I'd only found out a few days before... And I was trying to prepare myself..."

       "You really think I would've dumped you after finding out you were pregnant?" He asks like I just said something dumb and I furrow my brows rubbing my neck.

       "Well, I mean, I had that thought, yeah! I was 15, and your upbringing didn't exactly make it easy because..."

       "... You thought I wouldn't want a kid after what I'd been put through with my dad or something?" I nod softly, still not looking his way. I can see him shaking his head and can imagine the expression he has, before he sighs,"You idiot."

       I look at him surprised, ready to snap at him, but I stop when I see his eyes are softer, his face is still aloof but it feels less tense between us all of a sudden. He reaches with one hand and it looks like he's going to touch my face but he stops and pulls it back, turning his attention to Kaoru. I try to calm my heart, realizing it started speeding up the closer his hand got. Even if he is Touya... He's still a villain, and while my brain knows that my heart hasn't gotten the memo yet.

       "So, Kaoru, I hope you're not disappointed," Dabi says, Kaoru surprised but shaking his head. He still I think is amazed that his dad is here; I know Kaoru wanted his dad, even if he tried to not talk or ask about him worried it would upset me.

       He smiles and replies,"Not at all, I'm actually really happy... Uh..." I could hear 'dad' almost slip out of his mouth but he seems unsure if he can use it or not.

       "Go ahead, you can say it," Dabi assures him, Kaoru's eyes lighting up. He nods and with slight hesitation says,"... Dad." This warms my heart but the smile that lifts on Dabi's lips, even if it's not very big, makes me blush. It's not a smirk, or a grin, it's a genuinely happy smile, and the scene alone has me looking away before I gush wishing I'd seen these sorts of situations for the last 10 years.

       The two start to talk, Kaoru leading the conversation with questions like "How strong is your fire?", "Why'd you dye your hair black?", "Why'd you become a villain?" and I watch, torn on how I feel.

       I'm so happy Kaoru can finally meet his dad, to see the excitement on his face and hear it in his voice it makes me so happy, not to mention Touya... Dabi looks content and answers the questions as best he can while keeping out sensitive parts. But Dabi is a villain, and not just a small time one, part of the League of Villains. Being a police officer this is a glaring fact, and I stare at my lap in thought. I'll need to figure things out, and soon.

       Noticing the time I speak up while Kaoru is telling his dad about the manga he's been reading,"Alright boys, it's late, we should, um, probably get to bed."

       Kaoru looks disappointed but nods, yawning even though he wants to stay up and talk to Dabi more. Before he goes to his room he asks, a look of worry now on his face,"A-Are you going to come back...?" Dabi looks down at him and nods, reaching a hand out and ruffling Kaoru's crimson locks.

       "Don't worry, kid, I'll be back," he tells him, putting his hands in his pockets.

       "... Promise?" Kaoru asks, and I have trouble looking at his face, guilt aching in my chest with the choices weighing on me. I watch Dabi stare at him for a few moments before he nods again, although this time he almost looks like he hesitates. Kaoru doesn't look fully convinced, but he doesn't try to push the matter, turning and heading to his room.

       Once the door is shut Dabi faces me and I scratch the back of my head, giving a yawn myself. Looking at him I say,"I wanna make it clear... I'm not sure about all of this..."

       "I can tell, you don't hide how uncomfortable you are with me," He teases, and I glare at him, although not in a serious way.

       "I'm going to give it a few days, okay? I don't know if my feelings about what you do will change, or how I'll approach you being around Kaoru... But we'll see," I tell him, meeting his eyes.

       "Still got that hero side in you, I see," he comments, smirking.

       "Well when my son's father suddenly turns up and is a villain, a big one at that, my cop side kinda screams at me that this is a really bad idea, and that I should kick his ass for disappearing for so long," I say back, smirking too. His drops but he chuckles, shaking his head.

       "You can try, dollface, we both know who'd win though. You forget how many times you would train with me and I'd always get the pin," he replies, my face going pink and I look away, mumbling,"Psh, only cause you cheated..."

       We both snort and laugh a little, the old memories coming back and I look at him with a smile, Dabi returning it with a lazy grin. My cheeks feel a little hotter and I lower my head to hide the torn expression growing on my face. 'He's a villain, don't forget that...' I think, looking at the time and calming my heart before I look at him again.

       "Since it's late do you want to stay the night? I... I think Kaoru would be really happy to wake up and find you stayed the night," I say, Dabi thinking about it before he shrugs. I go and grab him some extra blankets and a pillow, tell him where he can set his coat and boots, then setting up his makeshift bed on the couch I wait for him to climb under the blanket and lay down before I turn the light off. With a goodnight I head to my room, laying in bed for at least another hour with my thoughts buzzing.

       Is this a good idea? Letting him come back despite what he is? Guess I'll find out.

(AN: Okay so I have my friend proofread a lot before I post and she says no, but I wanna ask you guys, is Dabi OOC at all? It's a fanfic and a reader insert so he's gonna be different, just wondering lol

Anywaaays, sorry if the chapter was like angsty or anything, I tried to end it on a happy note, but I'm gonna say we're just getting started with this fic. I don't know how long this will be, but this is only the beginning.

Hope you like it so far, let me know if you are? Part 4 will be coming in a few days, yay lol)

[lansizhuis]

Hello! I’ve been seeing a lot of tweets on twitter regarding “Guardian” and was wondering if you could tell me whether that’s a novel or show? I’ve seen a show version I think, but I doubt it’s the same one everyone’s talking about. Thank you in advance, you’re always of great help!

Am I ashamed to admit these asks made me get out of bed so I can get to my laptop and answer this while feeling the keys as I cry over how much I love Zhenhun/Guardian and weilan??? nope

BASIC DETAILSZhenhun/Guardian (i will mostly refer to is as zhenhun) is one of Priest’s (a popular danmei writer) early works dating back 2012 - so it is, originally a novel. It got a live action adaptation last year summer of 2018.

DRAMA/LIVE-ACTIONDue to loads of censorship issues (got pulled out after ep 6 then back again then pulled out for a while when it ended then back again) especially since Zhenhun’s canon story revolves around gods, ghosts, REINCARNATION (pls tell me you felt my tears there), and the like then this was completely scraped off and made way to some mutant/alien thing. OKAY tbh I haven’t met anyone who went to the drama for the plot hahaha I’m gonna go ahead and say it - plot is sht (understandable w/ censorship concerns but still), ending is sht (so bad that priest had to write a mini fix it in her 4th extra about it), cgi is sht (this one was bc they originally had a very rich company sponsoring them hence the amazing OSTs aka pre-prod stuff but then the company went bankrupt whelp soooo), etc. WE ALL STAYED BECAUSE OF WEILAN. Zhu Yilong (played Shen Wei - left in blue suit) and Bai Yu (played Zhao Yunlan - right in uhh rugged clothing lol) had such amazing chemistry!!! They seriously couldn’t have found a better pair to have portrayed our main pair!!! Let me fangirl for a bit bc I love them sfm and I thank their ancestors for reproducing. 

And sooo quick facts:

Zhu Yilong: a bit shy and gentle but was actually a delinquent student in the past and he’s super strong af like he does muay thai, boxing, and in short he can snap us in half despite his super duper beautiful face (his face was like made by god as a personal project while mine was passed down to an intern - that’s the hierarchy around here)

Bai Yu: rowdy af bb pls sit still for a moment but was actually a model student who did archery, calligraphy, etc in the past and lol he’s actually weak af don’t let the facial hair fool you hahaha he has delicate looking hands and fans have noted his thin af arms and very noticeable slim waist (bai yu w/o facial hair: literal babey // bai yu w/ facial hair: UNCLE)

Lemme just throw in some of my fav stuff of them:

shen wei at episode xx with an in-love look: this must be.....brotherhoodme, behind my screen: BINCH NO???????

lol that even their script (and da qing) cant handle them

ALSO the producers and staff AND both zhu yilong and bai yu read the novel and worked around the  censorship issue really good like that part where zhao yunlan changes his hairstyle midway-ish of the show bc usually when a woman marries, they change their hairstyle so yeah tiny things like that

fans: ugh cant believe weilan cant get married in the dramaharper bazaar photoshoot: we got u fam

It has 40 episodes and ngl I ended up ff so many things starting ep 25 unless my dads were on screen. Oh, and you can watch it HERE. ANYWAY i have to shut up about them now so i can continue on to the most important part aka.....

THE NOVEL*breathes in* I binged the novel so fast it rivaled my MDZS reading hence this is how i know im as obsessed lmao It’s currently being translated HERE by rainbowse7en. THE NOVEL IS EXTREMELY SUPERIOR IN ALL ASPECTS IM GOING FERAL!!!!!!! The novel is waaay more intense and darker and tbh I’m still crying over the fact that Zhu Yilong and Bai Yu could have definitely done novel version had it not been for censorship issues bc they’re that good! 

Okay, anyway, back to the novel so quick summary is that gods of the past existed, there’s hell and afterlife whom the Special Investigations Department (SID) deals with and the chief of that unit is Zhao Yunlan. There’s a lot of supernatural and fantasy elements here which is kind of a spoiler if I discuss so I’m letting that go. Anyhow, so any case that’s supernatural is given to SID and we open with a case in a university where *drum roll* Professor Shen Wei is teaching. And so our pair meets and we get intense emotions from Shen Wei who obviously has deep affections for Zhao Yunlan but won’t get close to him. Thing is, Zhao Yunlan is a shameless SHAMELESS VERY THIRSTY man (canonically bi lol) who’s out for this very beautiful Professor Shen. 

One of the things about Priest is you get a challenging time who’s the top and who’s the bottom and I was speculating the entire time and yet only getting “;)” responses from my friends who’ve read it before me. Not gonna say much but when it got revealed who was who I LOST IT HAHAHAHA im still laughing about it tbh. THERE’S FOUND FAMILY FEELS FOR SID!!!!!! they’re so dysfunctional and are easily ordered around by Zhao Yunlan when he threatens to cut off their bonus. Every single SID member fantasizes on beating up their shameless boss and tbh I sympathize haha But heyyy, they also love and care for each other. AND YOOO DA QING IS A CAT!!!!!!! i love cats and esp with how he deals with his “useless master” aka our shameless chief is funny af i love their brotp the most!

A disclaimer on my end - as this is one of Priest’s older works, I feel like the explanation on what happened in the final showdown part is lacking. I talked about it briefly HERE regarding the angst of the novel and I still stand by what I said there. It was mostly funny for me when I read it bc Zhao Yunlan’s thirst is an entity of its own. And since a lot of you here already know, I’m a weaksht and cant handle angst so rest assured that anything I recommend has a happy ending~ 

BC IM SHAMELESS - i had my drama livethread HERE + novel livethread HERE + listen i love weilan sfm i gotta put small novel thoughts HERE

*****

If you’re a visual person like me, I suggest you watch the drama first or even select episodes (again, as I said I’m very bad at watching dramas bc i always fall asleep so at the latter half i ended up doing loads of ff esp since it’s barely useful in the novel). Here’s what’s non-negotiable - if you’ve watched the drama, you can’t not read the novel! It’s extremely waaay better! It fed me the reincarnation trope I thirsted for (im still shaking FIVE THOUSAND YEARS!!!!! and that shen san extra ahhhhhhh) and weilan’s characterization yoooo esp for Shen Wei whom we get to see is [redacted] and yet no matter what Zhao Yunlan would always [redacted]!!! istg this is the abriged version of my thoughts hahaha

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domestic dad!kook

hi everyone I thought I’d post my crap here so here is my domestic dad!kook Drabble list thing?

involves: pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, kissing, hickies?, general tomfoolery, nothing major, dad!jungkook,

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* those damned blue lines

* you thought you wouldn’t see them so soon

* after all you had only been married eighteen months

* old relatives have been asking since day 1 when they’re gonna he seeing some lil jeons running around smh aunty karen

* you wondered how he would react

* he’d never shown any adverse reaction to children before but he was practically still a child himself

* the spiderman onesie you washed yesterday attests to that

* you decided to tell him at dinner

* he’d just had his first bite of tagliatelle when you accidentally blurted it out

* “IM PREGNANT”

* “what?” he replied snapping his head up with wide doe eyes

* “I-I found out this morning...I’m definitely pregnant. I know it’s soon, but we can make this work.”

* “What’re you on about? This is amazing baby, I finally get to be a dad!”

* “So you want this?”

* “Definitely, I’ve always imagined a family with you, it was just a matter of time. I’m so happy though baby, over the moon.”

* The smile on his face was beaming and the twinkle in his eye sparkled, he looked the epitome of happiness

* “I’m glad you want this then, it’ll be a wild ride but I’m glad it’s with you.”

* you reach out and squeeze his hand, as a fat tear of joy rolls down your cheek

* “I’m glad too, I know we’re young but it feels so right, so right with you.”

* he looks down, a tear dripping onto the table

* he wipes a few more and giggles

* “Tbh im surprised this didn’t happen earlier considering we go at it like rabbits”

* “KOOK” you cant help but laugh

* He is right lol

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One month 🍼

* “Where is my wife and my spawn~~~~~~”

* Jeongguk loudly sang as he burst thru the front door, arriving home from work

* “Wym spawn???“ You say as he pulls you into a bear hug and flops both of you on the couch

* “You know,, spawn, this baby, it’s my spawn hence why I’m calling it spawn like the superhero,, duh”

* he drops his hands down to your stomach and rest them their, flat palmed

* bowing his head so he is closer he says

* “I can’t wait to meet you Spawnie”

* Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter at the outrageous name

* “we CANNOT nickname our baby SPAWN, JEONGGUK”

* “Why not I think it’s well cool”

* he calmly replies proud smirk on his face

* “Is Spawn even a good guy?”

* “ummm”

* “wym ummm??”

* “well he’s kind of ambiguous in the comics”

* “OH GREAT WE HAVE A BABY NAMED SPAWN THAT IS OF AMBIGUOUS MORALITY”

* at that comment you both fell about laughing, your sides beginning to hurt at it all

* and that was how your unborn baby was nicknamed Spawn

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Three Months 🍼

* “I can’t push the trolley, I’m pregnant”

* you said matter of factly

* “oh you’re just being lazy,, I mean I’m not saying I won’t push the trolley, but you’re really pushing the boat out, baby”

* “hehehe my plan worked, you fool, you may have suspected me, however you still fell right into my trap muhahahaha”

* you dramatically laugh and put your hands on your hips like a comical villain

* so anyways you skrt skrt around the shop

* and right next to the book section is you know what

* the BABY SECTION

* so far you actually haven’t looked their yet because you don’t know the gender

* but curiosity brings you snooping in the aisles

* Jeongguk returns from the bakery section, carrying croissants and hair swept into a messy top knot

* you stare at the many many many racks of children’s clothes

* tiny baby booties

* hats that kook could only fit on his fist

* so so smol baby-grows

* “ngl I’m kinda overwhelmed”

* “how come?”

* he puts his hands round your waist and rests his head on your shoulders

* big soft comfy back hug

* “idk it’s a lot of responsibility, right? I can’t even begin to think about names never mind washing, clothing, feeding this tiny human being when it arrives”

* “baby, you have nothing to worry about, and I am positive you’re going to be the best most caring mother ever, and I have full trust in that.”

* He places a soft chaste kiss on the top of your head

* “thank you for always supporting me ggukie”

* “It’s my pleasure; we’re going to have the best baby ever, aren’t we Spawnie”

* You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek

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Four Months 🍼

* you were sat on the couch in your small apartment, small but sufficient

* Jungkook was painting the spare room and deconstructing old furniture you were selling on eBay

* You’re job was to arrange the business dealings and to look for new kid-appropriate furniture to reoccupy the spaces now blank

* It was fine by you

* saves you from getting up off the couch and getting all sweaty

* after a good few hours JK came out from the room, sweat on his brow and hungry

* hungry for something else tho 👀

* he stalks over to where you are sitting and kneels on the floor in front of your knees

* he rests his head on your lap, arms folded underneath it

* his eyes were dark, full of want

* “How’s it going baby? You tired?”

* “hmmm”

* he just stares back

* brows slightly furrowed

* soon enough he was peppering your face in warm kisses

* he flipped you over and sat you on his lap, hands resting on your waist

* his lips latched onto your neck and he sucked a flourish of purple and blue flowers under your jaw

* his lips were warm and supple on your skin

* it sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin

* you found the hem of his black T-shirt and slid your hands under the fray

* you’re hands met the toned muscle of his stomach and the soft honey skin

* “looks like I can’t knock you up since someone already has, oh well, more fun for me”

* his hands fiddled with the fabric of your top

* you obliged and pulled it over your head

* you were met with his mouth hungrily crashing into yours as he searched for more and soon enough you were underneath him

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Six Months 🍼

* your belly was fairly noticeable by now and you couldn’t avoid the fact that you were pregnant

* people were starting to let you sit instead of them in public places

* you were getting more and more randos asking to touch your belly as well which wasn’t the greatest

* JK is always in protective dad mode™️ when this happens

* he’s ready to protect his babies

* one time when a sketchy looking old man asked to touch your belly JK immediately stood in between you and the guy

* he puffed out his chest and was hella macho

* Alpha Jungkook arises hehe

* ever since then he was more aware that people would be looking at you and more interested in you in general

* anyways

* he’s hella excited to be a dad

* his excitement is so pure and genuine it’s so sweet

* it’s like every day he gets more excited and you think by the full 9 months he’ll just be so excited he’ll be vibrating like a washing machine lol

* every night he kisses you and your baby good night

* “Night night baby jeon spawnie”

* without fail it makes you giggle

* his lil nose always brushes against your skin when he says it and it’s ticklish and comforting

* you can’t wait to meet your baby to see which of you they look like and in what ways

* will they have your double lidded eyes or his unique nose

* will they have his bunny teeth or your short stature

* either way they’ll be the most loved being in this world

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Seven Months 🍼

* it was time for the long awaited gender reveal

* you and him had decided that you would go alone to the appointment since he had work and then you would surprise Ggukie when he gets back

* you decided the way you would tell him was by dressing in either blue or pink

* you know you know,, not really breaking gender stereotypes, but it gets the idea over

* so that’s what you do

* you wear you’re best maternity day dress and do your makeup all güd

* it’s 5:30pm and he’s so excited to know

* he barges thru the door and basically and sprints to you

* he’s met with a baby blue clad wife, her hair adorned with a periwinkle ribbon

* immediately he knows and swoops you up into a bear hug

* “Jungkook? We’re going to have a little baby boy!”

* “I’m so happy! I feel like I’ve drank five red bulls,, we’re going to have a boy”

* When you pull away from the hug his cheeks have tears dripping down them and his eyes are wet

* “aww baby why’re you crying?”

* “because I’m just so happy, I can’t wait to see him, he’s going to be perfect, we’ll all be perfect”

* “you’re right kook, we’ll be perfect”

* “You don’t know how much I love you, you know?”

* that was when you started crying tears of happiness too

* youd remember this moment forever

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Eight Months 🍼

* “I think it’s time to think of some actual names”

* “yeahhh people at work keep thinking I’m actually calling the baby Spawnie and then I keep having to explain why it’s called Spawn and i don’t particularly like explaining that Spawn is a play on sperm and that’s my sperm”

* “What goes ON at your work”

* “you don’t even wanna know babygirl”

* “ummm so I was thinking, something familial, i don’t want a western name tho so that rules out my side,, unless you want to call him Barry”

* “uhh no thanks babes”

* “yeahh they’d sound like the flash lol”

* “I don’t want none of that DC propaganda in my household thanks”

* “tru tru”

* “so what about your side of family? Can you think of any family who have named you like?”

* “What about Junseok? My great uncle is called Junseok and I think that’s cool, also it kinda looks like a combination of Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung’s names.”

* “Wow they’d love that, that’s a good idea actually.”

* “Jeon Junseok, has a good ring to it”

* “I agree”

* “It’s settled then until further notice”

* “It seems it is Mr Jeon”

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First Week Home 🍼

* The moment Junseok was in his little sunset coloured crib you burst into tears of relief

* you’d obviously been stressing post birth about the intricacies and once you’d got him home and settled it was like a weight of your shoulders

* he was home

* he was safe

* and you were both over the moon

* he had the smallest nose and the biggest doe eyes

* his dark hair swept across his delicate skin on his forehead

* you just knew he’d be the spitting image of his dad

* each following day with Junseok was amazing

* he was good for you

* slept so well

* settled into routine easily

* it’s as if you never had to worry

* and Jungkook was a life saver

* he was such an attentive father and husband

* always caring for you and Junseok

* every morning he’d bring you up a cup of herbal tea and bowl of granola

* and go check on the baby and if he’s awake change and feed him

* his paternity leave was a blessing

* it meant you actually got a lie in instead of Junseok waking you up

* “I can do the baby this morning, it’s ok”

* you say sitting up in bed

* “no no I’ll do it I’m used to getting up at this time for work anyway”

* “but you’ve been doing it all this week I feel bad”

* “Baby, rest, I want to do this, you deserve a rest after carrying the baby for nine months, I’m sure I can take care of him for a few mornings”

* then he gave u a sweet kiss and left to see his baby boy

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Eighteen Months 🍼

* you pulled on Junseok’s tiny yellow wellies as Jungkook put on his coat

* “where are we going seokie?”

* “P-p-p” Junseok tried his best to get out the letters

* “Yayyy we’re going to the park”

* “Me and your mum are going to meet uncle Jimin too, and you know what that means? You’re going to get spoileddd”

* “V tru, but why does he always spoil him? I mean it’s not a problem he gets free things and stuff, but do you reckon he’s compensating for something?”

* “Yeah as nice as it is I think he might be compensating for not being around as often as he’d like to, solo career going strong as all, you know how he loves kids, in his head he probably thinks he’s an absent uncle but in reality he’s ever present just away for an odd weekend, which is normal”

* “yeah I get that”

* “But it’ll be nice to see him anyway, we can ask him about his new single”

* “Oh I’ve heard that it’s pretty good”

* Junseok pulled at the hem of your coat, indicating he wants to leave

* So off you went

* the day was filled with jumping in muddy puddles and Jimin nearly falling in said puddles

* Junseok got all dirty so you had to go find a bathroom to clean him up at

* hence why you ended up at an ice cream parlour in winter

* despite the cold weather you enjoyed the ice cream nonetheless

* JK teases Jimin a few times because apparently Jimin’s white blond hair was vanilla ice cream and his was chocolate

* Jimin insisted his was bingsu however JK refused

* Junseok had a great time fluffing up uncle Jimin’s hair after that

* and so the day drew to an end

* you headed home

* Seokie sleeping in the car all the way there

* you gently took him into the house and the pair of you collapsed on the couch and immediately fell asleep

* it was the cutest thing

* and when you woke up you saw your two boys asleep so soundly

* and you thought to yourself how content with your life you were

* how lucky you were

* how much you love those boys

* and you’d do anything for them

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The End hehehe :)

[seven-oomen]

Hi Ben!  I see you’re still enjoying the absolute insanity that has gripped tumblr the last couple of days XD .  As someone who’s been a tumblr lurker for a number of years, this is hysterical enough from my side.  I can’t imagine the sheer ridiculousness of seeing it firsthand.  Virtually every blog I check, no matter if they’ve ever seen a SPN episode or not, has been posting about it.  It is WILD.

I feel like I’m at least a little lucky that I always skewed more ‘lock’ than anything (mainly because my 'who’ took a hard dive into Torchwood and never really recovered), so there’s less emotional flashbacks/richochets/rollercoastering/etc.  (Yes, I did in fact see the news about Sherlock season 5, but I never saw season 4 because of some of the feedback I heard before I got the chance to watch it, so it’ll take something truly impressive to draw me back now.)  Although in a roundabout way Sherlock is what eventually led me to Teen Wolf because of multi-focus blogs, so I guess I can thank it for that.

Work was one of those super fun days where the manager leaving not long after I got there was all “Yeah, it’s been really calm, and both deliveries so far have been small and should be easy to deal with."  So of course, about an hour after he leaves, four more pallets full of stuff show up, so I spent pretty much my whole shift trying to get everything checked in.  On the one hand, yay, less customers, on the other, hauling that shit around in a mask gets hot.

That dish sounds delicious, and definitely better than my sad lunch/dinner at work.  Ngl, I’m extremely jealous.

And omg, the last line post now has me nervous again because there are multiple options of who is saying whatever it is to whom, and all of them hurt.  XD  Also very here for the idea of a pack of three year-olds trying to pull a Parent Trap on their respective dads.  Is there a treehouse or playhouse they can lock them into to talk?  A moment of Jax and Stiles pointing out that they both agree on this, so they should know that it’s serious?  Trying to make them draw or write down why they’re sad, or whatever similar coping skills the dad usually has the kid use?  Trying to take away a treat of some sort/ground them from doing something/etc until they agree to talk to each other?  So many possibilities.

I cackled at that coffee shop guy post, because the sheer obliviousness demonstrated by the op throughout the story is almost the exact energy being displayed by Peter in my fake dating fic and seeing a story of it happening in RL about took me out.  XD

Also, I’m super curious what kinds of rituals you’re planning for the fic.  Good, bad, druidic, wolfy, pack, wedding, birth, sexy, friendship, binding, warding, ???  Inquiring minds want to know (whenever you are ready to share of course.  Inquiring minds can also be patient. ;D )

Oh, a funny moment at work!  I was picking up one of the pallets after I’d emptied it, and there was a knot in one of the boards that I almost knocked out as I grabbed it, and my brain’s immediate thought was "Whoops, almost just popped the knot on that wood”, immediately followed by the thought “Oh god, no, jesus christ, PHRASING, tonight of all nights, no."  (I am super sad that there is no one I work with that I could scream about this with.)

Anyway, I should wrap up because I need to leave for work soon.  Enjoy the continuing thrill ride that is this site, and best of vibes for any writing attempts today!  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Okay I’m gonna add the preview to your fic from your last message to this one so I have it all in one message here. Because after writing over 3K yesterday my brain is just really tired and I keep wanting to nap today. Haven’t done much and replying to two messages is a bit much. 

On the flip side, I did update Final Masquerade today and that chapter is almost 7K long. So yay!

Also, my fucking feelings while writing that. Jesus christ on a pogo stick.

And in the spirit of “Oh, did you say enemies-to-lovers?  Sorry, I heard idiots-to-lovers”, here is another preview from the fake dating fic, because I love this part, and it features the first appearance of Fashion Consultant Peter:

“Peter, what the hell are you doing in my closet?” Noah’s voice sounded like it was thankfully more bemused than annoyed, but Peter knew that it could be a fine line to walk.

“Trying not to cry in despair, for the most part. Why is everything you own at least a size too big and some shade of brown?” Peter called back over his shoulder, still staring at the somewhat neatly organized rainbow of dull, listless neutrals in growing dismay.

“I’m wearing a green shirt right now, asshole, and not all of us are interested in looking like we got squeezed into our clothing by force. Some of us actually acknowledge our age, and try to dress somewhat appropriately. Some of us also understand the value of blending in.”

“Okay, firstly, age, as they say, is just a number. Secondly, there’s trying not to stand out, and there’s just giving up. Though frankly, I’ve never quite put much stock in either.”

“Color me shocked to hear that from someone I’ve seen wear a cardigan like it was an actual shirt on more than one occasion.”

Peter shrugged as he continued to rifle through hangers and peek into storage containers, though he wasn’t certain that Noah could even see him from within the depths of the walk-in. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” The sigh that answered him held a level of long-suffering, begrudging patience that Peter was far more used to hearing directed at Stiles than himself.

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Why yes, there is indeed a trip suit shopping in the story.  Basically, I am cramming in every random obnoxiously trope-y thing I can remember from the few rom coms I’ve seen.  Also, there is so much food in this story.  Like, it’s ridiculous how often there someone ends up eating something.  I’m not even sure where it came from.

I’ve been reading this multiple times in the last few days, it’s just so cute! 

He’s in the closet huh? Is he gonna come out?

Sorry, sorry, I’ll can it XD 

And honestly, I think Tumblr’s 2012 insanity streak is the only thing keeping me sane right now. Because holy shit what a week.

I never really got into Sherlock myself or Doctor Who. I think I saw one episode of Dr. who (with David Tennant I think) and three episodes of Sherlock because my mom used to watch it.

I saw 12 seasons of Supernatural though, I definitely had an obsession with Destiel and particularly Dean Winchester. Fun fact; Cosplaying Dean made me comfortable enough to come out to my friends as transgender. Because I realized that I couldn't hide my gender even if I tried so hard for over 23 years.

And it was Supernatural that eventually led me to Teen Wolf. Well, that and Grimm, which was also a really fun show and really interesting.

Oh boy, yeah whenever a manager told me that I knew I was gonna be in for a very interesting night. For sure, sucks that you had to do that in a mask though. But on the other hand, no customer interaction does sound like it was a nice break in a way. And OMG I snorted!

It’s a good thing we don’t work together, I feel like the jokes wouldn’t have ended. My god I’m still snickering.

And omg, the last line post now has me nervous again because there are multiple options of who is saying whatever it is to whom, and all of them hurt.  XD  Also very here for the idea of a pack of three year-olds trying to pull a Parent Trap on their respective dads.  Is there a treehouse or playhouse they can lock them into to talk?  A moment of Jax and Stiles pointing out that they both agree on this, so they should know that it’s serious?  Trying to make them draw or write down why they’re sad, or whatever similar coping skills the dad usually has the kid use?  Trying to take away a treat of some sort/ground them from doing something/etc until they agree to talk to each other?  So many possibilities.

I do have a bit of an idea to have them go to the cinema with the kids and make them watch the parent trap, which of course leads to all sorts of shenanigans back at home where Allison and Malia are constantly trying to lock the dads in a room together, aided by Derek and Laura because Malia can’t reach the door handles just yet. Meanwhile Stiles and Jackson are coming up with increasingly elaborate schemes for two three-year-olds that involve their dads being locked in tree houses, sheds, and other places. Not to mention, the kindergarten pact.

And I like to think at some point the wives and Melissa start helping the kids as well. I mean I’d really like to build one giant polyamorous family for this fic.

[shooting-the-walls]

I watched His Last Vow, and, well..... here are my thoughts again

Quick thing before we start: I choose HLV because it is one of my favourite episodes, and what I feel is one of the best shot episodes. Usually, I can't make it to the end of it because I know what is going to happen and I can't stomach it. Anyway, enjoy my little angst-filled monologue!!!

• Uggggghhhhhh Magnussen is so creepy even to start with

• Quick question: why the fuck does he have "porn preference" in his little file?? Creepy, dude. Real creepy

• I hate Magnussen with a passion but ngl his house is pretty bomb

• Why has a got a statue of a knight on an ostrich, and why does the camera focus on it? Kinda random XD

• Clever how they never show him going down the stairs the storeroom. IMPORTANT LATER ON

• Lady Magnussen when she sees Magnussen: *quietly* what the fuck

• "She looked delicious" "yum-yum": EEUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

• "I have a condition": is that condition.... being a creepy weirdo???

• HEY SHE MAY BE AN OLD LADY BUT SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGNUSSEN

• "This isn't blackmail it is.... ownership": uhhhhhh, pretty sure it's blackmail mate

• I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE'S FACES, WHO WERE YOU RAISED BY DUDE

• The driver knowing something's up: we stan a king

• BAKER STREET YEAAAAAH BITCHES

• The intro mussssiiiiiccccc: it will now be stuck in my head for days XD

• When you miss your bestie: :(

• John being clueless XD

• *doesn't know what to do* *makes tea*

• "He the drugs one?" "Nicely put John"

• "Who's Sherlock Holmes" "See, that does happen"

• I think John feels bad for snapping at her XD

• "THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME. Imagine I said that without shouting": me 24/7

• Dude we know you tryna look sexy but the tyre lever XD

• "It is a tiny bit sexy" "I know": *is forcefully reminded of Boyle screaming "later sluts"*

• "I'm not just browsing": MATE IT'S NOT BLOODY ARGOS LOL

• Why is John so fucking cocky? Like we get you're an adrenaline junkie but Jesus XD

• JOHN BAMF WATSON IS HERE GUYS

• "Nope, just used to a better class of criminal": truth

• "Arse end of the universe with the scum of the earth": Jooooohn be nice

• Sherlock just so casual like " Oh HIIIII"

• "They're havin' a fight": Oh, like..... a married couple....?

• "WEll NoT nOW": we stan a queen XD

• "Alright Shezza?": *John and Mary Watson, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Molly and NSY have joined the chat*

• MOLLY YAAAAAAAS QUEEN PUT HIM IN HIS FACE

• "Just. Stop it."

• They are so concerned and Sherlock can't see it and I CAN'T

• "Just some guy" Sherlock: JOHN YOU DIDN'T *is suddenly more in love than ever*

• Sherlock: *hears what he sounds like* *ROLLS EYES*

• Billy knows what's going ON

• "Hang on, weren't there other people?"

• "I've got Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute"

• "Why do you do that": IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU

• "Cross-dressing may have been a wiser path for you": Mycroft your uncle was a bloody QUEEN

• "foR GOD'S SAKE"

John: oh deary me

• The mardy lil "I'm just gonna sit in this chair"

• MYCROFT STOP TATTLING ON YOUR BROTHER

• Also the Holmes parents line dance: I feel like this fact is super underrated XD

• "Just look frightened and. Scuttle": I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

• "I think we'd both find that embarrassing": THE FACT THIS WAS AN IMPROVISATION MARTIN IS SUCH A FAB ACTOR

• "Okay, I'll let you know if I notice"

• "Don't appall me when I'm high": genuinely one of my favourite lines of the entire series

• "God no. Trying to recruit you": Sherlock knows his John so weeeeelllll

• "Stay out of my bedroom" John: *immediately goes for the bedroom*

• JANINE HEYYYYYYYYY

• "Sherl.....": John is having a fucking field day with the nicknames

• John's confused little face XD XD

• "You have a girlfriend" "Yes I have" *JOHN WATSON CANNOT COMPUTE*

• Damn they're starting with the aquarium shit early

• "You got that from a book" "Everyone got that from a book"

• I'm sorry but Sherlock Holmes acting straight it the weirdest thing EVER

• "Maybe I will....": OH GOD. If she knows "what he's really like" (ie gay), then she also knows how much he loves John (she was at the wedding), so she's basically saying "I'll tell him you're in love with him"

• John: OH YES. THIS. THIS IS SOME NICE CEILING. MMM. GOOD CEILING

• John is so hung up on dinner XD

• "With wine.... and sitting....": I love the idea that when Sherlock eats, he just walks around like munching on shit. Like John used to get out of the shower and when he opened the bathroom door Sherlock would be standing there rocking on his heels eating a scotch egg XD

• "It's in the fridge, it kept ringing": me as an adult

• John just being so armed

• OH GOD SHERLOCK YOU'RE SO DAMAGED LIKE SO MANY PRESSURE POINTS

• BITCH DON'T BRING UP REDBEARD

• Oi listen Magnussen you little bitch

• NO PLEASE DON'T

• Shut UP Magnussen: as a Brit I cannot condone what the fuck he's saying. I AM A PROUD BRIT

• WHYYY

• WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEEING IN THE FUCKING FIREPLACE: this is why Moriarty was better, the sweetie had manners

• "How do you know his schedule?" "Because I do"

• The fact that Sherlock's checked with Mary if John is available XD

• CAM news: OMG THE CAM LETTER FROM S3E2, it makes sense nowwww

• Sherlock is so good at pick-pocketing

• "...your head kicked in." "Do we really need so much colour?" "It passes the time"

• I'M SORRY HIS CUTE LIL FACE WITH THE RING BOOOXXXXX

• I am fully convinced Sherlock was pretending Janine was John when he made the proposal

• SHERLOCK YOU CAN'T GET ENGAGED TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING OFFICE

• SHERLLL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS NOT HUMAN ERROR, PLS GET SOME SELF ESTEEM

• "Bit rude, I just proposed to her"

• Sherlock immediately knows something's going on

• "...white supremacist so who cares?": SHERLOCK YAAAAS

• "During our own burglary" aka "really u idiot"

• The fact he immediately dismisses Mary: HE'S SO SWEET HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN JOHN'S HAPPINESS

• OH MY GOD THE REVEAAAAAAAAAL

• That moment when he realised. He just realises. The deductions he ignored: they could have helped her

• NO MARY YOU SHOT HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

• I'M SORRY BUT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY DOESN'T RIGHT THIS

• The sirens: again, as I said, the way this episode is made is incredible

• People often remark on who turns up in his mind palace: I totally agree with the idea that the others are his heart, "and you should never let it rule your head"

• SHERLOCK CALLING HIMSELF STUPID IN HIS MIND PALACE OH SWEETIE NO

• The fact Anderson is there tho

• THE FACT THAT EVEN THE FLOWERS TILT JESUS THE DETAIL

• "Don't go into shock, obviously": woooooooow, thanks Mycroft

• Oh Redbeard, the sweet little dog: "They're putting me down too now"

• Oh come on, he was totally looking for John's room when he ran into Mary

• NO NOT THE PADDED ROOM

• You don't understand: I actually can't watch this scene. It freaks me out so much. It's so sad, and the acting is SO GOOD.

• "Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death.": I'm sorry, but isn't that everything Sherlock's been through with John almost?

• Magnussen: dude I ain't telling you who shot him

• "It's raining. It's pouring. Sherlock, is boring. I'm laughing. I'm crying. Sherlock, is dying": JESUS THIS SONG

• "Mrs Hudson will cry. And mummy and daddy will cry. And the woman will cry. And John will cry buckets and buckets. It's him I worry about the most. That wife..... John Watson is definitely in danger": THE FACT THAT THAT MAKES HIM COME BACK; I'm sorry but how can you deny Johnlock after that?? He literally COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD for John Watson. Also, note how he misses off Greg and Molly and Mycroft. He thinks they don't care but they do. They care so much, Sherlock.

• "Oh you're not getting better are you?"

• MARY STOP ACTING ALL FUCKING INNOCENT YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM

• "I'm buying a cottage": I mean why not

• The fact that they're fine with each other after insulting each other XD

• I maintain that Janine is Moriarty's secret sister

• "I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet"

• "I know what kind of man you are. We could have been friends": AGAIN she totally knows he's gay

• The fact he's self-punishing by turning the morphine down MY BABY

• The fact Greg just wants a video XD: I still want a Special Features on one of the DVDs of "videos from Greg Lestrade's phone"

• Of COURSE Sherlock's broken out, what else were you expecting John?

• Mycroft's little hand gestures like "off you go peasant": we know you love Greg really Myc

• "...stalked him one night" "foLLOWED"

• YOU, JOHN. HE'S PROTECTING YOU YOU DIPSHIT

• The fact Sherlock went back to Baker Street, BLEEDING INTERNALLY, to put John's chair back <3<3<3

• "A façade. Remind you of anyone?"

• Of course you can't Sherlock XD

• The fact he won the house in a card game with a cannibal XD

• I love this scene. Everything just suddenly makes sense. Everything she's said suddenly has a different meaning

• "You were very slow": BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORING THE WARNING SIGNS SO HE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET JOHN

• "Even Scotland Yard can get somewhere with that"

• I feel like Sherlock had a little bit of a panic when she pulled the gun out, because he KNOWS that John is sitting there and he can't lose John Watson

• She loves John but he loves John too.... too much man, too much

• She can barely turn: the fact she knows that she may have just lost John forever

• YAAAAS WE'RE AT THE HOLMES' GUYS

• "How is it only 2 o'clock, I am in agony"

• "Is this your laptop, Mycie?" "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it"

• "Am I happy, I haven't noticed?" *gets hit with cracker*

• MRS HOLMES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "Someone's put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who I will turn absolutely monstrous": *takes tea to said shooter*

• When the dad is the only sane one XD

• I think even Sherlock's dad can see how much his son is in love with John

• I'm sorry but the entirety of the first bit at the Holmes': I STAN IT GUYS

• "What exactly is the point of you!?"

• "What's going on" "Bloody good question": me in physics

• Jesus Mrs Hudson is right Sherlock does look bloody awful

• "...that's me by the way, hello": HE'S SO PROUD AND IT'S SO SWEET

• "IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S CARTEL, I was just typing"

• The fact he tells him to be calm: Sherlock KNOWS that he needs to calm John down to get this sorted out

• Mary, stop being sarcy with him he's tryna sort it out

• "Because you won't love me when you've finished, and I don't want to see that happen": I mean she's not my favourite but I still feel so sorry for her

• "Look at you two: you should've got married": Sherlock: OH BABY NOT MY GAY ASS

• See, Sherlock SAYS that the reason Mary didn't kill him was because John would be part of the murder investigation, but I think it's because she's already seen what Sherlock's death would do to John: she's seen him crying at the grave, seen him drunk and screaming for Sherlock to come back, seen him unable to even walk past St Barts without seeing Sherlock hitting the ground over and over and over again, and she knows she can't do that to him again

• Paramedics: yo we here

• "She shot you" "ehhhhh mixed messages"

• "The problems are your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege": GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE JOHN WATSON

• "You can mow the sodding lawn from now on": the fact John uses his wife's secret identity to get out of chores is such a mood XD

• When your mother catches you smoking: Mycroft: nope wasn't me Sherlock: *immediately blames his brother*

• "Your loss would break my heart" "what the HELL am I supposed to say to that": brotherly feeeeeeeeeeeels

• "Go and have some more": AWWW YOU LOVE HIM REALLY

• Dr Watson voice is baaaack

• Awwww at least he checks they're all still breathing XD

• "You can imagine the Christmas dinners".... GUYS THE OMENS CAME TRUE

• I love the idea that Sherlock just waltzed into Angelo's like "yo can I have a table", and Angelo DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION what he was wearing or the fact he was hooked up to morphine, just said "yoooo, I got your table sorted" and brought him food XD

• The constant flashbacks in this episode are so effective, cos they really bloody fit in

• "My brother": *literally delivers a drugged Mycroft all wrapped up with a little bow on top* "WELL I DIDN'T LIE"

• "Oh yeah we could be imprisoned for high treason btw": Sherlock stop you idiot

• "But it's Christmas!"

• "WHY WOULD I BRING MY GUN!?!!?!?!" "Coat pocket?" "YES"

• "But look how you care about John Watson": even MAGNUSSEN knows guys

• Awwwww Mycroft's pressure point is Sherlock, that's kinda sweet

• You've gotta admit Magnussen's logic is pretty sound

• "I enjoy it": yeah but you're a sadistic maniac, mate, you don't enjoy normal things

• He must have half the fucking Eden Project in his house XD

• Ooooo THE VAULTS ARE A MIND PALACE: big reveaaaaaaaaaal

• Sherlock's little look down: it's as if he's chastising himself, telling himself he should have know

• "I don't understand" "You should put that on a t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 1

• "Sherlock do we have a plan?" *silence*

• "I still don't understand" "And there's the back of the t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 2

• When Magnussen makes John let him flick his face: Sherlock can't even WATCH. He's just standing there, staring at the floor, still questioning why he didn't see it

• I mean I'm sorry but the murderous little glint in Sherlock's eyes when Magnussen is flicking John: he knows there's nothing he can do, but then he also knows what he's about to do. And he knows that John is going to hate it, but it's the only way to keep Mary safe

• THE LOVING LOOK AT JOHN JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS" *bang*: JESUS SHERLOCK NO

• Mycroft sounds so panicked, like "no please don't shoot him"

• "Tell her she's safe now": THEN. That was the moment John realised. The moment he realised who he was really in love with

• All Mycroft can see is his crying, upset and scared little brother AND I CAN'T

• "You know what happened to the other one": OOOOOOO

• "There is no prison where we can incarcerate Sherlock without him causing a riot on a daily basis": dis be true guys

• SHERLOCK MAKES MARY LOOK AFTER JOHN I CAAAAAAN'T

• The fact that all acceptingly walk away, like they know what Sherlock is gonna try to do

• "The game is never over, John. There are just new players": SHERL STOP

• "6 months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong": he KNOWS he's gonna die

• The fact he can't even tell John just shows something, doesn't it

• "John there's something I need to say. Something I've always meant to say but never have. Since it's unlikely that we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now": we all wanted it. We all wanted him to say it. Even JOHN had the hopeful little look in his eyes....

• "Sherlock is actually a girl's name": BUT HE CHICKENS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND. You can just see the disappointment and upset in his face, even on the plane, knowing that he may not see John again and John still doesn't know

• "Did you miss me?": MORIARTY YES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "You're needed": the lil panic cos he knows his OD isn't gonna work

• "Who needs me" "....England": yeah, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are screwed XD

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Inazuma Eleven: Orion no Kokuin Log - Episode 46

My friend deadass sent me 4 text messages and a half screaming in the night about how good this episode was, so I may have jumped out of bed just to watch a soccer anime.

I have no regret doing so, if that’s what you were asking.

Spoilery goodness under the cut.

-To address the elephant in the lockers: Gouenji. We have waited 44 episodes for him to go back to the pitch and man was he worth it. While I’m somewhat disappointed we haven’t seen him use Last Resort, it was super cool to have him almost score with Fire Tornado of everything. Talk about a rush of nostalgia and hype coursing through my nerves. I’m looking forward to see him against Russia 2: Orionlicious Boogaloo.

-Seeing Kozoumaru inherit Gouenji’s solo Last Resort was awesome. I wished they hadn’t drastically changed Kozoumaru’s design like they did, but this is awesome and I was super hyped for him to use it. I almost wish for them to use both at the same time, but alas, we already have enough Last Resorts on our hands.

-Italy’s team is... it’s a mess alright lmao. Their second goalie was clearly just here because of the character design contest, he had one technique and that’s it. Petronio was still super awesome though. Them using Last Resort Dragon was a reach though. Grid Omega was already pretty farfetched, but this? This was hilarious unpredictable.

-Last Resort ping pong exchange, what has this anime become lmao. Ngl I was riding that wave with no care in the world for my credibility.

-Speaking again of Last Resorts... The complete, super mega special awesome edition that Inazuma Japan will use instead of Gouenji and Kozoumaru’s solo version is named Last Resort... Σ. I’ve thought about it a little, and Σ represents a total sum in mathematics, or at least those I’ve learnt, so it makes sense. At least, it looks super fucking good, even if I’m a sucker for Last Resort’s original stone dragon aesthetic thing going on.

-“Incomplete? So you just need to complete it here and now” can apply to literally every single big technique in this franchise. Majin the Hand was complete against Zeus. Mugen the Hand was completed against Chaos (and then Genesis). Endou invented a technique to stop Spain against Spain. I love this quote, especially the laidback way Gouenji just said that with not a hint of fear.

-Ah, Asuto... Poor Asuto. I’ve just felt this bad for this boy today. I’m not a genki protag kind of guy (even if I’m a filthy Endou stan, ngl), but seeing him this pained and crushed by reality makes for interesting development. I’m starting to really like him.

-I love Haizaki. I just love this edgy-ass boy in all of his edge. Having him show what could be empathy towards the opposite team was a new thing that I’m actually welcoming, same goes for his guilt for not managing to save all of his teammates (rip Norika, Aphrodi and Saginuma, thank you for coming). The fact he’s injured makes me think he won’t be playing in the finale, which is... very weird considering he’s always been there, doing something, saying something. It could make for an interesting development, though, this much I can admit.

-That bittersweet victory was a breath of fresh air and yet expected. I think it’s a win-win situation: Inazuma Japan hasn’t exactly won, but they still get to the finale, and Italy’s players don’t get utterly destroyed by their own coach. (btw Vladimir can choke on glass, he’s peak douchebaggery)

-Mysterious Pigtail-chan, huh. With that hair color, it has to be Froy’s secret twin sister who is under Irina’s orders. Most likely shares that bitch queen’s ideals too lmao.

-Asuto going deadass “Shinjou-san, are you my dad” was hilarious for a reason I can’t put words on.

-RIP Norika and Nishikage, was nice knowin’ you two as Japan’s guardians for like 3 matches each. Still better than Tachimukai, I’m afraid.

-Ka... Kageyama. I thought Oyabun had brought back Kidou for the epic finale (and got excited over that possibility), but I guess we’re just gonna have concrete bars on children extraordinaire instead. I’m actually very curious to see him in action, even if for now I’m pressing X for doubt. That’s such an Oyabun thing to do.

-Anyway, we know Endou and Asuto will take part in the finale against Perfect Spark (again, what a surprise, /s). I also predict that we’ll have a lot of substitutions because Russia will most likely try to fucking kill Japan’s representatives again. If Oyabun doesn’t decide to psych all of us again, we’ll have Nosaka, Ichihoshi and Gouenji on the field for sure. Goujin will most likely be substitued in. I hop we get Iwato. Kozoumaru, if he isn’t injured after trying to stop Last Resort D, will most likely be in there. Hiura and Mizukamiya should be in the starting team lineup too, especially Hiura who’s been quite the important character until now. I can’t really say for sure if Haizaki will be in there or not because of his leg injury, so that will have to be seen (I predict they pull a twist on us and have him benched for the finale so they can’t just use Last Resort Σ and insta-win).

See you next week, at the time the French subs will have dropped!

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I Can’t Make You Love Me

…if you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel something that it won’t.

a Tony Stark series; author: @stvrktony | chapter 11

trigger: -

warning: civil war spoilers if you haven’t watched any (but if you haven’t watched it, wHAT HAVE U BEEN DOING MAN?) and um, reader is on Team Iron Man (obvi because she’s dating him)

word count: 2.8k

summary: Reader and Tony found comfort in each other while they were trying to mend their own broken hearts.

a/n: here we go with another installment! this one is exciting and a tiny bit boring at the same time ngl hahaha. i would love any feedback you all have on this or the previous chapters (which you can find below if you’ve missed some!). you can comment them on the posts, send me an ask, or even an instant message!

masterlist | ICMYLM masterlist | previous chapter

(Y/L/N): your last name (Y/F/N): your dad’s name

You and Tony were moving so fast into things that the two of you didn’t even bother stopping or slowing down anymore. The next day after you woke up, the two of you went on an official date, spending more time talking about deep things and as the night grows, it gets deeper and deeper.

Tony talked about his past; the fantastic life he lived where he was once the most notorious ladies’ man, when he used to gamble and splurge with no care in the world (although he still does that sometimes), when he used to care only about himself to the time he was kidnapped in Afghanistan and how he was still getting nightmares about that and how he felt like he failed for not being able to save Yin Sen and about Ultron, and about New York, and about every single mistake he made in the past. He told you about his  parents; how his father treated him and how much he loved his mother and how their death left a deep scar that seemed impossible to fill; he even talked about his relationship with Pepper, and even told you about how much he truly loved Pepper––but after everything, it turns out that they were not as compatible as he thought.

After Pepper, the only thing he thought he should do was go back to his old ways. But then you were there; your heartbreak was what somewhat saved him from going back to being the old Playboy Tony. So he focused all his attention on you, and that was when he found out––in such a short time––that although he loved Pepper once, he knew what being so compatible and in tune with someone feels like when he met you. It was like you fit into the puzzle pieces of his life so seamlessly and effortlessly.

In turn, you told him about your life. About why you chose to be a lawyer; it was to defend those who were defenseless and so that was why you preferred representing those who had weaker power like the wife who was tricked by her ex-husband and almost lose all of her asset, or the ex-secretary that was sexually assaulted by her boss, or whoever was facing injustice against stronger power. That was the kind of case you always worked hard for.

You also talked about your family; how your father was the United States’ Permanent Representative for the United Nations. You talked about what a happy childhood you had with your parents, even if your parents were both busy people––they still made time to make sure you didn’t grow up with any of them missing out. Your family was a stark contrast to Tony’s, and that was why you couldn’t help but also feel hurt knowing how he was always treated the way he doesn’t deserve.

(time jump, pretend new years party have already happened and this is a few months after)

“I made a code for you,” he said.

“Huh?”

“A code. Gives you unlimited access to everything; well, maybe for a few things, but you probably have the next highest authorization around here next to me and FRIDAY. And Rhodey,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think it’s too soon for that?” You asked as you leaned on the workbench, opposite to where he was.

“We’re moving in lightning speed anyway,” he smiled. You smiled back and then leaned forward a little bit, and Tony knew quickly what you want. He leaned in too, giving you a light kiss.

“Breakfast?” You asked.

“Yeah.” But he didn’t move, maybe he thought you were gonna bring it to him. So you rounded the table and pulled him to his feet.

“No, no, no, no” he said. “I need to make sure this is ready for the MIT speech,” he said.

“It is ready. It’s been ready for weeks now,” you assured him. He smirked a little and then gave in and got up to have breakfast with you.

You were slicing up your pancake when Tony asked. “Come with me?”

“Are you sure?” You stopped instantly and asked.

“Yeah, why not?” He asked.

“Alright,” you agreed.

After breakfast the two of you got ready and then went to MIT, unsurprisingly greeted by many paparazzi and met with a lot of stares from people as Tony placed a hand on your back to guide you into the building. The liaison officer from MIT greeted the two of you, and already you raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm, chattering away to Tony who had already rolled his eyes, while you can only hold back your laugh.

The two of you stayed backstage as the setup on stage turned into real-life looking living room when the BARF technology was turned on. In front of you, a woman played a piano as she sang. She was absolutely beautiful and elegant. Blonde hair and a string of pearl necklace decorated her neckline. The scene continue to unfold in front of you until you saw Tony, but he was way younger than the Tony standing next to you right now.

Tony disappeared from beside you to the stage, starting his speech. The scene with his parents you just saw seem to touch you deeper than it does anyone in the auditorium, because you knew how painful all of that actually was to Tony. Your thoughts were disturbed by the loud cheer coming from the audience after they found out that their projects would be approved and funded by Tony Stark himself. You shook your head in awe and clapped as well as your gaze was directed to Tony, having no idea that it was a generous donation he was going to make. Suddenly you saw him froze as he stared ahead to the teleprompter and you tilted your head towards him as well and saw Pepper’s name there. You turned your eyes back to Tony to see his expression, but it seemed as though he collected himself pretty quickly and ended his speech.

“Restroom’s this way?” Tony asked the same liaison officer who was still pestering him. He guided you towards the exit of the auditorium; you knew well Tony didn’t have to ask that, after all he was a student at MIT, and it would be unlike Tony to forget where to go.

“Actually, I’m really going to go to the restroom,” you told him with a small chuckle as soon as you saw the restroom a few feet away from the elevator where the two of you are headed.

“Alright,” he said, letting your hand go.

After you used the restroom, you went to the sink to wash your hand and ran your fingers through your hair and finally exited to see Tony conversing with a woman. From the woman’s facial expression, you could see that it was a tense conversation. The woman took a glance at you, gave a last look to Tony and left.

You approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey,” you said. “Who was that?” You asked.

He blinked out of it and shook his head, “Huge fan,” he shrugged and then the elevator arrived. The two of you exited the elevator and walked towards the lobby where Happy is already waiting with the car. That’s when Tony received the phone call.

"Do you mind if we go to the facility for a bit?” He asked soon after the call ended.

“Not at all,” you replied. “Everything alright?” You asked.

Instead of answering, Tony handed his StarkPhone to you and there, you read a news about how the Avengers was just in Nigeria trying to catch a group of mercenaries when Wanda blew up a hotel unintentionally after losing control of her own power.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, reading on.

Secretary Ross was already at the facility when the two of you arrived; so that’s who Tony was calling.

“Stark,” he greeted him, and then turned his gaze towards you. You felt Tony grip your hand a bit tighter; he was trying to send a little gesture as if to brace you for any snide comment Ross was going to have.

“Ah, Ms. (Y/L/N). (Y/F/N)’s little girl, right?” he offered his hand for you to shake.

“Secretary Ross,” you shook his hand. You looked him in the eye as he looked to you, Tony, and back. Meanwhile Tony just raised an eyebrow as he looked at you and Ross, a bit surprised that the two of you already knew each other when he was just about to introduce the two of you.

All of you walked in and immediately headed for the meeting room where the Avengers had already gathered. They all took a seat as Secretary Ross took center stage, you caught Steve looking at you and the way Tony’s hand was casually holding yours.

Steve was actively wondering why is it that you were with Tony on weekdays instead of going to work, when all the time you were dating Steve, you had to go to work every morning and coming home late to work on a case, and it even takes up your weekends sometimes.

The answer to that would be because when you were with Steve, he had always went away to find Bucky and so you used all those times while Steve was away for lengthy periods of time to do work so that you wouldn’t come home just doing nothing and waiting for him. And now, Tony had decided to hire you as his personal lawyer; and although you were hesitant at first, because you were set on your previous goal on defending the defenseless, you decided to take it anyway. Being the head of legal to the entire Stark Industry.

You and Tony sat at the back of the room while the entire Avengers sat around the meeting room. As Secretary Ross began his speech and showed the team what they have done to several cities––highlighting the damages they’ve caused including the recent one in Lagos, you began to understand.

“Is this about the accords?” You whispered to Tony. Of course you knew about the accords; you have for a while now. Your dad––who knew about your relationship with Tony––had warned you about it, and Tony had finally told you about it too.

Tony nodded in reply, and instead of paying attention to what Ross said, he was looking at his hands. He knew this was a hard subject to bring up to the Avengers, and that’s why he had been holding it off for weeks.

You continued to watch as the Avengers exchanged their thoughts on it. After Secretary Ross, it seems as though the entire room was still unmoved.

Tony start to stand up, and so did you.

“Leaving?” Steve asked.

“I need coffee,” Tony muttered and he went to the kitchen, followed by you, and then Rhodey and slowly the rest of the Avengers started to follow the two of you to the kitchen.

All of you sat, but instead of making his coffee Tony was sitting down on the chaise lounge with his hand covering his eyes. You picked a seat near him, next to Natasha.

You were silent as everyone bickered about the accords, but you weren’t actively paying attention to them but you did as soon as Vision spoke up. He was incredibly intelligent, and you couldn’t help but to agree with him.

“Tony, you’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal,” Nat said.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind,” Steve butted in.

“Boy, you know me so well,” Tony groaned as he sat up. He went on to finally make his coffee when he placed his phone on the bowl and tapped the screen, pulling up a photo of a smiling young man. You looked at Tony in confusion, and apparently so did the rest of the Avengers.

“Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer Engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk; see the world, maybe be of service. Charles didn’t wanna go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale––which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam––which sounds fun,” Tony paused.

“He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor, guess where? Sokovia.” Tony emphasized as he open the bottle full of aspirin. He paused again and you sucked in a breath.

“He wanted to make a difference, I suppose, we won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we’re kicking ass.”

Everyone was silent. Tony continued on, saying that the Avengers would be no better than the bad guys if they are boundary-less.

“Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up,” Steve said.

“Who says we’re giving up?” Tony retaliated.

“We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame,” he said.

You scoffed at the same time Rhodey said, “I’m sorry, Steve, but that is dangerously arrogant.”

“Steve, you can’t just say that,” you began. “This is not a matter of doing what’s good for people anymore, this is a matter between states. The majority of you guys are U.S. citizens. Even governments aren’t allowed to directly disturb another government’s actions, what makes you think you’re allowed to do that? We have no jurisdiction past the U.S. borders. I’m sorry, but most of you are forgetting who you really are; you’re American citizens––you’re not part of the government, you don’t get diplomatic immunity, you don’t have that special right. Every normal citizen needs a visa and a passport when they leave the borders, and you guys have been aboard the Quinjet all this time carrying destructive weapons. What makes you think that is okay?”

“You’re saying we need permission to save people?” Steve asked, his eyes sharp and but a tinge of disappointment was there. Never in a million years that he thought the two of you were going to be on opposing sides.

“Yes!” You emphasized. “I get that you guys want to do good and help people; I really get it. If a mission is proved to be successful with minimal destruction people would adore you––but that is only the people. Their feelings are subjective––because they automatically change when you make a mistake––and so is your view on what’s good for a country, moreover a country that is not your own. The problem right now, is not about what good you want to do for people, but it’s about winning their trust back. You’re not seen as heroes right now, not even as vigilantes, but you’re seen as the bad guys. At the end of the day, after you finished saving people from some bad guys, you are not going to feel the full impact of the aftermath.” You feel bad for saying this especially because of what just happened to Wanda, but it is a truth they need to hear.

“Maybe you’ll feel remorse and regret, but you are not going to know what it’s like to rebuild your house from nothing. You’re not going to know what it feels like when you lose someone you love in the fire. You’re not the ones experiencing new job hunting and trips to therapy to help with your nightmares. What form of responsibility is going to help that, Steve? Damage Control might help with rebuilding and funding, but what about those people you say you care about? What form of responsibility will solve that?”

“This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not World Security Council, it’s not SHIELD, it’s not HYDRA...” as Rhodey spoke, your phone chimed and you stood up, moving to the corner of the room to take the phone call.

When you turned around, you saw Steve leaving. Instead of returning back to your seat, you quietly followed Steve only to see him stop on the stairs, ducking his head. You took a few steps down and stood one step above where he was.

“What is it?” You asked, noticing how his other hand was holding onto his phone. You took it from him and read the text message. You felt a pang in your heart––although not quite certain what that feeling was about. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Steve didn’t respond. Instead he just ducked his head even deeper as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Hey,” you whispered, touching his shoulder and then pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you tight as he began to sob. This was definitely a first time; you have never seen him cry like this before, and it was strange to you, but you did your best to comfort him as the two of you stood there on the steps of the facility.

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