#like congrates on ending one weird relationship just to get into another one straight away

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

The older I get the more annoyed I get at Uotani's ending. Like why give somone as cool (& young) as Uo sad, boring, ADULT, Kureno (who's bassically a stranger) when her fun, age appropriate, long time bestie is right there? It just dosn't make sense.

It’s literally called FRUITS basket and yet hanajima and uotani do not end up together. suspicious very suspicious

[hungryistrying]

i'm so down for you

summary:

“I’m going on a date,” Jinx says as if she’s getting executed.

“Okay?” Vi confusedly asks, taking a seat on the edge of Jinx’s bed.

“With Ekko.”

“Oh,” Vi smiles at her, which is definitely not the reaction Jinx needs right now, “congrats. I’m sure you’re going to have fun.”

Jinx groans again, pulling at her braids in annoyance.

For reasons that were definitely beyond her control, Jinx ended up agreeing to go on a "practice date" with her lifelong friend Ekko.

rating: teen

word count: 4500

crossposted to ao3

"I ruined another date." Jinx unceremoniously drops her bag on the cafeteria table and slumps down in her seat. Ran raises a curious eyebrow at her as she dramatically sighs, but is otherwise content to ignore her. Eventually, Jinx turns her head to her.

"Tragic," Ran responds without looking away from her phone.

"It is tragic, you heartless fuck. I'm never going to get a relationship at this rate."

Ran rolls her eyes but asks nonetheless. "What was the problem this time?"

"He wanted Mountain Dew."

"So? Isn't that your favorite drink?"

"Yeah, but Ekko hates Mountain Dew."

Ran gives her an incredulous look that makes it clear she wished she never asked.

“What?” Jinx starts, “If I start dating someone, obviously Ekko’s going to be around a lot so they can't be a Mountain Dew lover." Ignoring that Jinx herself was a Mountain Dew lover. She was his best friend and therefore the exception. Introducing another one would ruin their perfect balance, though.

"Let me get this straight. You can't date someone who likes Mountain Dew because of Ekko." Ran raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Jinx nods. "Yeah, obviously."

"Because when you date someone you're going to be around Ekko with them the entire time?"

Jinx nods again, though more hesitant this time. Honestly, it didn't sound that weird in her head but it does when Ran says it.

Ran rolls her eyes again. "Is this an elaborate prank or is this unironically coming out of your mouth?"

"I'm being serious!" Jinx groans, "Ekko and I are a package deal."

"Then date Ekko. Problem solved," Ran replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Which it definitely isn't.

"I can't," Jinx insists, "I've known him since kindergarten, it's like illegal. Or something." 

Ran gives her a long, unimpressed stare before popping in her earphones. "Don't talk to me again if you're just going to talk shit."

Jinx tosses an empty soda can at her. "You're a terrible friend."

Ran flips her off without looking away from her cellphone.

“Hey!” At the sound of his voice, Jinx turns around to see Ekko heading her way. 

“Ekko!” Jinx yells, excitedly rising from her seat….Which is a totally normal and casual reaction when seeing your best friend, even if she can see Ran roll her eyes from the corner of her vision. It doesn’t matter because Ran is just like that.

His face lights up in a grin. “I got something for you, hold on.” He nods towards Ran, “And hey, Ran.” She nods her head in acknowledgment but otherwise doesn’t even so much as look up from her phone screen.

Jinx raises an eyebrow as Ekko unzips his bag and sets it on the table so he can rummage through it. “What do you have, then?” 

He pulls out a pair of welding goggles, holding them out for her. “Here, you lost your old pair, right?”

Jinx’s face lights up. “Oh yeah, thanks!” 

Without thinking about it she reaches forward and wraps her arms around Ekko, enveloping him in a hug. He hugs her back, arms wrapping around her waist and patting her back. And somehow…this doesn’t feel very friendly. But it’s nice. She likes it– Oh my god, why does she like it? Get it together, Jinx!

With that she breaks out of the embrace, awkwardly laughing while grabbing the goggles from Ekko’s hand and sitting back down. “Well, here’s hoping I don’t lose these too.”

He shakes his head with an amused huff. “Please don’t. I’m not made out of goggles.”

Jinx rolls her eyes at him. “Then why do I keep you around?”

Ekko crosses his arms, annoyingly smug. “Because I’m awesome and you’re lucky I tolerate you?”

“I’d sell you for a single corn chip if the opportunity presented itself," Jinx cackles at Ekko’s bemused expression.

He sits down beside her and grumbles, “See if I’m ever getting you shit again.”

Ran’s eyes dart between both of them like she’s just annoyed they’re both breathing the same air as her before she suddenly says, “So your date sucked again, right?”

Jinx scoffs, confused and annoyed that Ran is bringing this up again. “Thought you didn’t want to hear about my shit anymore?”

Ekko curiously looks between the two of them. “You went on another date?”

Jinx turns back to him, nodding in confirmation. “Yeah, he was a loser though, but oh well, maybe the next date will be better.”

“You already have a new date?” He questions disbelievingly.

She shrugs. “No, but I’ll find one eventually, I guess.”

Honestly, Jinx wasn’t even concerned with dating at first. She lived seventeen peaceful years of her life single and was content to keep it that way. 

While her peers were busy being horny and stupid, she was learning the various ways chemicals could blow up and different mechanic designs she could make. And she had Ekko by her side for over half her life, sharing the same sentiment as her. Sure, he wasn’t as enthusiastic about the blowing-stuff-up part, but he tolerated it which is probably about as good as it got. 

It was nice and comfortable. Until it wasn’t.

Ekko got taller, his voice started dropping, his features got sharper and more angular, and he started to get muscular. Frankly speaking, he was hot. 

Jinx thought Ekko was hot– and it was gross and wrong and against the codes of friendship. And she doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point his smiling at her made her feel…weird. And she kind of liked it? It was horrifying and clearly a sign that Jinx has been single for too long. 

So she figured it was time she started dating. So far every date has been a bust, though. The first girl was nice, but she was too nice. Like Jinx was too scared to be mean to her because what if she started crying? She can’t have that. She needs someone she can push a little and who will push back. 

Then she went out with this guy from her chemistry class but they – ironically enough – had no chemistry to speak of. He was way too edgy for her anyway and he didn’t even care about science. She needs someone to nerd out with a little, someone who can keep up with her ideas.

Which left her with her previous date. She didn’t even like the guy. His name was Chuck or something? But well, he asked her out so she figured what the hell. And what the hell indeed. He was just…alright? So Jinx couldn’t explain what exactly was wrong with him (aside from the Mountain Dew thing) but if the vibes are off they’re off, okay?

Jinx just needs someone who really understands her. Someone who she connects with on a personal level. Someone who it just clicks with. She needs– Her eyes automatically dart towards Ekko. No! Not Ekko, let’s not make it weird.

“I don’t get it.” He frowns at her in confusion. “Why do you keep going on dates with people you don’t like?”

“How should I know whether or not I like them if I don’t go out with them?” She shrugs. 

“Maybe Jinx just sucks at dating.” Ran helpfully supplies, making Jinx glare daggers at her and Ekko laugh. “Why don’t you go on a practice date or something?”

“A what?” Jinx frowns. Where the hell is Ran – the least helpful person in the world – going with this?

“Yeah, why don’t you go with Ekko? You guys are just friends, right? So he can give you pointers or whatever and you can finally figure out what you want.” 

“You’re insane,” Jinx scoffs and at the same time Ekko responds, “Sure, I’m down.”

Their heads whip towards each other in confusion.

“You–” her voice cracked, god that’s so embarrassing, “you want to go on a date with me?”

Ekko shrugs, suddenly looking very interested in the strings of his hoodie. “I mean, if it helps you out, it’s not a big deal. We hang out all the time anyway, right?”

"Okay." Jinx blurts and instantly hates herself for it. What the fuck? Why did she say that? 

But then Ekko smiles at her and says, "Cool, just let me know when and where," and she realizes she's truly a lost cause because all she can do is dumbly nod.

"Ekko, over here!" Some guy from across the cafeteria calls.

Ekko waves at him before turning back to Jinx and Ran "Well, I'm off now. Just text me the details, I guess."

With that Ekko is gone, Ran peacefully continues scrolling through her phone, and Jinx's soul is currently floating off to some astral realm while she tries to process what the hell just happened.

She shoots up straight, banging her hands on the table. "What the fuck, Ran?"

Ran sighs and rubs her temple in exhaustion. "Can I just have a moment of peace in this shit school?"

Jinx glares at her. "I'm never covering for you again when you cut P.E. to smoke weed under the bleachers."

Ran rolls her eyes. "You are unless you want the principal to find out who caused the evacuation last month by setting off fireworks in the hallways." 

Shit, she and Ran have way too much dirt on each other. She needs better friends. Friends who are not aware of her punishable activities or are so attractive it makes her want to punch a wall.

"What's the problem anyway?” Ran shrugs. “If you are into him you should be grateful I scored you a date. If he's just your friend then it shouldn't matter anyway because it's just practice."

"Because…" Jinx trails off. Goddammit, Ran has a point. She would like a refund on this friendship because it sucked. Jinx picks up her bag and walks off frustrated. "Because fuck you!" She very maturely yells as she walks out of the cafeteria.

"You're welcome, bitch!" Ran yells back, before focusing on her cellphone again. At peace now that she's finally alone instead of dealing with the bad reality show that is Jinx trying to date random people she clearly doesn't give a shit about.

-

When Jinx gets home after school, the first thing she does is run to her room and collapse face-first into her pillow. Maybe if she stays like this she'll die of lack of oxygen and all her problems are solved. You can't go on a date if you're dead, it's a life hack…or not because you wouldn't be alive anymore, but whatever.

Eventually, she turns to her side because she decides she’s not dying today after all (at least not purposefully). She’s lucky she didn’t have any afternoon classes with Ekko because she would probably just jump out of a window to escape. 

He’s her best friend and they’ve been together since they were five. He was there nearly every time she cried because she scraped her knees. She was there when he fell out of a tree and broke his arm. And they’ve shared every stupid secret and joke with each other through the years. 

The only time they’ve ever really fallen out is when they entered high school and ended up with different friends, both accusing each other of leaving the other one behind. It was rough, but eventually, they decided they were still going to be each other’s best friends even if they had no more common friends.

Ekko has always been there. A constant in Jinx’s messy and eventful life, and she likes it that way. Dating someone is…different. There’s these expectations or something? She’s not really sure because she hated every date she’s been on– Fuck, maybe Ran is right and she’s just terrible at this. 

The point is that dating Ekko is a no-go. What if they break up? How are they supposed to go back to their eternal friendship from that? Maybe he doesn’t even like her back. He told her he just agreed because it’s like any other time they hang out. This is all so fucking stupid. What is she going to do?

Just as Jinx groans in frustration and sits up straight to punch her pillow, her bedroom door opens.

“Pow?” Vi asks, brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay? You didn’t say anything when you came home.”

“I’m going on a date,” Jinx says as if she’s getting executed.

“Okay?” Vi confusedly asks, taking a seat on the edge of Jinx’s bed.

“With Ekko.”

“Oh,” Vi smiles at her, which is definitely not the reaction Jinx needs right now, “congrats. I’m sure you’re going to have fun.”

Jinx groans again, pulling at her braids in annoyance, “Not congrats. I’m going on a date with Ekko. Is that not weird? He’s my friend. You don’t date friends. Right?”

Vi raises a confused eyebrow. “Well, if you don’t want to go on a date with him just tell him.”

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to date–” Jinx clamps her hand over her mouth when she realizes what she’s saying, eyes nervously darting over to Vi who gives her a knowing smile that makes Jinx want to suffocate herself with a pillow again.

“It’s okay if you like him,” Vi assures.

“I don’t.”

“Pow, you just said–”

Jinx interjects, “I think you’re hallucinating. I didn’t say anything.” 

Vi crosses her arms and gives her The Look. The look that means she’s being a serious big sister now and that Jinx needs to stop messing around. Jinx has seen this look come and go her entire life but there have been few occasions where it’s actually been directed at her. She nervously swallows and grabs onto her pillow for emotional support.

“Do you want my advice or not?” Jinx meekly nods in response to Vi’s question. Her sister has this annoying ability to make her act like a little girl again.

“I just…” Jinx fiddles with her pillowcase, “think I’m nervous. What if I mess it up?”

Vi ruffles her hair and gives her an encouraging smile. “Look, you and Ekko are thick as thieves. Nothing is getting between your friendship as long you don’t let it.” She leans in closer with a conspiratorial grin. “And here’s a little secret. The best lovers are each other’s best friends. So you’re one step ahead of the curve if anything.”

Jinx nods, letting out a tired sigh and slumping down against Vi, who comfortingly pats Jinx’s head as she does. She feels a little more…grounded now. Her sister just has that effect. 

She was embarrassingly relieved when Vi told her she wouldn’t be going to college and instead would stick around to take care of her. Sometimes she felt pretty terrible over it – she was holding her sister back – but Vi assured her that she was happy this way, working as a boxing instructor to pay the bills and teaching others in their community how to defend themselves.

“Besides,” Vi once jokingly said when they were talking about it over breakfast, “who else is going to flirt with all the pretty girls in our town?”

Jinx gagged over that. She did not want to think of her big sister hitting on people. It was weird.

“Look,” Vi starts, making Jinx look back up at her, “if it really makes you uncomfortable, you can just cancel. I’m sure Ekko would respect your decision. But if you do want to go, you don’t have to feel bad about it. Don’t rob yourself of things that make you happy, okay?”

Jinx nods, sitting upright and steeling herself. “Yeah, it’s totally fine. I guess I should text him the where and when.” 

Vi smiles and stands up. “Great. I’ll get started on dinner then. You okay with pasta?”

-

The next day Jinx’s resolve crumbles and she realizes it’s not totally fine. She’s so nervous it’s embarrassing. 

What is she even nervous about? It’s Ekko of all people – she literally witnessed him getting high as a kite when he got his wisdom teeth removed and crying because the sun was following him home – objectively speaking, she should be the least nervous around him.

The date starts in an hour and she’s still pacing around her room in a towel because she doesn’t know what to wear. It’s never been this nerve-wracking to find an outfit for a date. She literally showed up to her last date in sweatpants because she overslept and it was more comfortable. But this time she’s going on a date with Ekko and she can’t stop overthinking it. 

What if she’s overdressed and looks stupid for putting in so much effort? What if she’s underdressed and looks stupid because she didn’t put in any effort? It was a tricky balance. 

After contemplating it for another fifteen minutes, like it was a math equation instead of an outfit, she settled on just wearing baggy jeans and a crop top. She might look stupid if she’s overdressed so it’s casual enough, but at least she can say she put in some effort (it’s not sweatpants after all).

Jinx figured the sooner she got this over with, the better. So she messaged Ekko that they should have their date on Saturday, which is today, and he agreed before she could chicken out and delete the message.

She’s vibrating in her seat while eating breakfast. Okay, calm the fuck down Jinx. It’s just a practice date. What’s the difference between a practice date and an actual date? She’s not entirely sure yet, but whatever it is, she’ll most likely find out once she actually gets there. Vi is currently at work so she doesn’t have anyone who can calm her down this time.

Realizing she only has twenty minutes left, she quickly shoots out of her chair and gets ready to leave. Alright, enough driving herself insane. This is not a big deal. Maybe if she said it enough she could gaslight herself into believing it or something. 

Slightly more insane than she was before, Jinx arrives at the arcade they agreed to meet. Ekko is already there. At her arrival, he looks up from his phone with a smile and Jinx feels that last remaining sliver of sanity exit her body. She’s not going to survive this.

“Hey,” he nods in greeting, “you ready to go in?” 

To her relief, he looks just as casual in just jeans and a t-shirt. So at the very least she’s not over or underdressed. That’s a good start, right?

Jinx nods and walks into the arcade. She picked this place because they hang out here all the time, so at the very least she has a semblance of an idea of what to expect. They can just do their usual stuff and it won’t be weird at all.

“Hey,” he grabs her by her arm, “are you okay? You’re not saying anything.”

“Yes,” she squawks before clearing her throat. “Of course I’m fine. Why?”

He raises a curious eyebrow at her before joking, “If this is how you usually act on dates, no wonder they don’t work out. You should at least talk to them.”

She scoffs and smacks his arm. “Yeah, well maybe you’d be better off talking less.”

He smirks at her and challenges, “Then why don’t you shut me up?”

Her heart nearly jumps out of her chest because– because it sounds like he’s flirting with her. But friends don’t flirt with each other, right? He’s probably just saying it for practice. Because this is a practice date so she has to practice flirting. Of course. That makes sense. 

In that case, it won’t be a crime if she flirts back, right?

She moves closer, hovering in his personal space and whispering, “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His eyes widen in surprise, and she backs away laughing, ignoring the way her heart hammers in her chest.

He clears his throat, the tips of his ears suspiciously red. “Whatever, let’s just go.” He grabs her hand and leads her further into the arcade. 

Jinx lets him drag her along like some useless bag of potatoes. Because he’s holding her hand. And Ekko’s hands are larger than her own, enveloping hers entirely. She already knew this, of course. And definitely not because she spent the last couple of months intensely staring at his hands when he wouldn’t notice. Just because they’ve known each other for a long time, of course.

He turns back to her. “So, what do you want to do anyway?”

She hopelessly thinks, “You.” 

“What?” Oh shit, she actually said that out loud.

“I mean,” she nervously laughs, “that you can choose.”

He curiously looks at her for a moment longer – Jinx’s urge to get out of here and jump into a ditch increasing with every second – before he shrugs and looks around the arcade. “Okay then, how about we play a racing game?”

Jinx’s face lights up, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten as she races to the machine and drags Ekko with her. “Oh, I’m going to annihilate you.”

“Yeah, right. You can’t drive for shit.” He scoffs as they take their seats and he inserts a coin into the machine.

“We’ll see for how long you can say that.” Jinx devilishly grins and Ekko looks rightfully unnerved.

Jinx whoops in triumph after winning, Ekko rolling his eyes at her. “Of course you won, you gremlin. You kept crashing into my car on purpose.”

“Whatever, stop being such a sore loser.” She clicks her tongue, still basking in her victory.

He scoffs, “Well, I’m onto you this time. Let’s have a rematch.”

She smirks, popping another coin into the machine. “Don’t cry if you lose again.”

And Ekko does win this time. She grumbles over her loss but quickly decides to compensate for it by moving on to another game. They play nearly game in the arcade in hopes of beating each other. Jinx has completely forgotten why she was even nervous in the first place. Hanging out with Ekko is way too fun for any of that nonsense.

It’s only by the end of it, when she’s sitting on a nearby bench, waiting for Ekko to return with drinks that her nerves return. Left with only her thoughts, she can’t help but overthink again. She might just be going mildly insane but she keeps getting the sense that Ekko is flirting with her. 

Then again, he’s not acting all that differently from how he usually does, she’s just more aware of him because this is a date. Does that mean he’s always flirting with her? No, that definitely can’t be the case. It really just is her going insane.

“Sorry, that took a while.” His voice snaps Jinx out of her thoughts. Ekko takes a seat beside her and hands her a can, the feel of cold metal in her hands startling her. “Here you go.”

Jinx looks down at her hands. “You got me a Mountain Dew?” She faintly asks, her heart clenching in some odd sentimentality over it. 

“Yeah. Why? You don’t want it?” He asks, confused at the thought of Jinx not wanting a Mountain Dew.

She shakes her head and opens the can, taking a sip. 

It’s her favorite drink. Ekko, of course, knows it’s her favorite drink because they’ve known each other forever. But Jinx similarly knows that Ekko hates Mountain Dew and he usually wouldn’t go out of his way to buy it out of spite alone. And maybe she’s just reading all the signs wrong and he’s doing it this time to be friendly.

Because they are friends. But sometimes Ekko reaches out to touch her and it makes her skin feel like it’s on fire. They’re friends but sometimes Ekko laughs and it makes her feel warm all over. They’re friends but sometimes Ekko says something or looks at her in a way that makes her want to do something very unfriendly. 

But at the end of the day, they’re just friends. Two plus two is equating seven and Jinx is not sure where her math went wrong. And she’s losing her mind over it- has been losing her mind over it for far too long. So with a newfound resolve, she sets down her can and turns to face him. He looks at her determined expression in confusion and sets aside his cola can, turning to face her as well.

“You know, this date is almost over,” she starts, and he slowly nods, unsure where Jinx is going with this. “Do you know what people usually do at the end of a date?”

Ekko stares at her a moment longer. His throat bobbing and her eyes instantly dart down to track the movement. “What?” Is his only response.

She leans forward until their faces are barely a hairbreadth apart. “They kiss.”

And if she’s been reading into all of this wrong, Ekko will just scoff and push her away. In response, she can make fun of him and say she was just joking, before heading home a little worse for wear, but at the very least with an answer. That is, if he doesn't like her back and really is just doing this as some weird way to help her out. But if by any chance he does–

“Okay,” he responds, sounding as faint as she feels.

Jinx feels her heart jump out of her chest when he puts a hand on her cheek and leans closer. She’s hyper-aware of him as their faces inch closer. So close she’s able to count almost all of his lashes individually. 

Her eyes flicker shut and she feels his lips touch hers. Jinx feels like jumping out of her skin, heart pounding in her chest. Every brush of his lips against hers makes her feel like she’s on fire. She wraps a hand around the back of his neck, trying to pull him as close as possible from their current positions. 

She faintly hears her can clatter off the bench behind her, but she can’t bring herself to care when Ekko is kissing her, trying to pull her closer as well with a hand around her waist. When she breaks the kiss, her heart still hasn’t calmed down. But with their bodies so closely pressed together, she’s not entirely sure if it’s hers or Ekko’s instead. Maybe it’s just both.

He grimaces and for a moment she panics. Jinx screwed up. Maybe he was just curious. Or he did it because he felt pressured. This was a stupid mistake– 

“Your mouth tastes like Mountain Dew.” He says with a smile. Abruptly bringing her thoughts to a stop.

She laughs in disbelief, the tension leaving her body. “Shut up, idiot.”

He laughs too, and despite his words, he leans in to kiss her again. And Jinx thinks that maybe breaking the rules of friendship isn’t such a bad thing after all.

[dameronology]

sorry seems to be the hardest word {poe x reader}

summary: with the war over, poe has a little too much time to think. more specifically, he has too much time to think about you.

warnings; swearing, angst (but eventual fluff!) 

 i have a lecture at 9am and here i am at 2am, producing this shit content for u all. enjoy xx 

- jazz

You passed each other in the hallway sometimes.

Nobody would have known. Not a single person would have guessed that behind your professional nods and quick glances, that years of history lay untouched between the two of you. Early mornings, filled with rays of pink and yellow sunshine, fingers dancing across bare skin and as you laughed together, revelling in nothing but the highs of pure love. Then there had been the nights; they were undeniably colder, a shadow cast over the galaxy as the darkness forced people to face the horrors of war. You couldn’t see anything, not even a foot in front of you – but you could reach your hand out, and you knew that Poe Dameron would take it.  He was there. He was always there.

And then he wasn’t.

You knew it wasn’t his fault, nor was it yours. The Resistance needed both of you, but he’d been the one to call the shots on your relationship – and it had only been a matter of time, really. It was clear that things were going to come to head eventually and Poe had been the one to pull the trigger. You were important to him – perhaps the most paramount thing in his life – but none of it would have mattered if you lost the war. Secretly, he kind of hoped that he could just put a pin in it for later and win you back when the galaxy wasn’t batshit crazy.

Later was now. Poe was a general – your boss, actually – and you were a commander for one of the New Republic fleets. He saw you ten or twenty times a day in passing, chattering with your squad or delivering mission reports. Everything he loved about you was still there; your poise, your professionalism, your biting tongue and wit. And yet, all he got these days was a curt nod or a hope you’re doing well, general.  

To give credit where credit was due, Poe had tried to get your attention. He’d made many attempts to win you back without ever actually saying it: you were the first person he promoted after the war, and you always got the good missions. He never chased you up for paperwork and surely, you must have noticed that you were always assigned the most high-tech jets. It felt as though he were screaming into the void, throwing out everything he could and hoping that you would get the message.

But you never did. Or, if you did get it, you were ignoring it. Your icy demeanour never changed, nor did your attitude towards him. Poe witnessed you in action every day – in the air and on the ground, with blasters and with words – and with each passing one, he was certain that he was still in love with you. His distance from you was simply a reminder that he’d hurt you, as though to say congrats, you fucked up! Nice one, asshole.  

That brings us to now: specifically, early on a Tuesday morning, outside of your office. Poe, having reached breaking point, finally decided that he was just going to straight up tell you – or maybe he was asking you. Whatever it was, he knew that he had to get his feelings off his chest. If the war had taught him anything, it was that there was no time to roll over and let things pass. Even if you rejected him entirely, at least he could walk away knowing he’d tried.

Taking a deep breath, Poe raised his hand and knocked on your door twice. He knew that your schedule that day was clear – he’d made sure it was. You’d found it a little suspicious that your usual weekly meeting had suddenly been moved but you hadn’t questioned it. You were already running around doing a thousand different things.

‘One second!’ You called. There was a light shuffling sound, and after the fall of your boots against the ground, you swung the door open. ‘Poe – hi! General Dameron, sorry.’

‘I hate when you call me general.’ Poe groaned. (You found that to be quite ironic, because there had been many times when he’d demanded that you call him that – but that probably wasn’t relevant. Moving on.)

‘Right.’ You raised an eyebrow. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘Can we talk?’

‘We’re talking now.’

‘That’s not what I….’ his eyes fell to the floor. For someone who was usually so confident, he’d certainly lost his swagger. ‘Can I just come in?’

You stepped aside, gesturing for Poe to come inside. Your office was quintessentially you; organised, but homely. You had a neat stack of papers on your desk and a few photos lining the walls. Most of them were of you with your friends; you and Rose at Canto Bight, you and Snap beside his X-Wing, you and Leia laughing together. His favourite one, however, was one of you and him with Rey and Finn; it had been taken on Hoth, and you were all bundled up beside Threepio, who was wearing a beanie you had terribly knitted. It had been one of the hardest weeks the Resistance had seen, but you were all stood there with your arms linked, smiling at the camera despite everything.

You were the only thing that had got Poe through the war. He knew it then and he certainly knew it now.

‘You’re in luck.’ You said, dropping into your desk chair. ‘My morning meeting got cancelled.’

‘Yeah, I know.’ Poe sat opposite you. ‘I was the one who moved it.’

You thinned your eyes at him. ‘Why?’

‘Because…look, I’m just gonna give it to you straight.’ He rested his palms on the table in front of you. ‘I’ve been trying for months to get your attention. I’ve been giving you the best missions and the best jets and Finn has been on my ass about it but I was hoping it might get you to look at me.’

‘Poe, I-‘

‘- I know, it’s stupid.’ He continued. He rambled when he was nervous. ‘I thought that it might get you to talk to me again.’

‘I…’ you couldn’t quite find the words. ‘I’m not ignoring you. I’m just treating you like a colleague.’

‘And that’s the worst part!’ Poe shot back. ‘Because…we’re not just colleagues. Every time I look at you, I remember how you used to make me feel and it’s fucking killing me.’

You peered up at him, a small sigh escaping your lips. ‘The promotion.’

‘What?’

‘Was that because I deserved it or because you were trying to win me back?’

‘Shit.’ Poe murmured, heading dropping into his hands.

‘Poe.’ You leant forward, practically growling his name.

‘You know I wouldn’t do that.’ He pushed his hair back, brown eyes finally meeting yours. ‘You deserved that more than anyone.’

‘This is fucking crazy.’ You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. ‘You broke my heart six months ago and now you’re here, in my office at 7am, telling me that what I thought was just my good luck has been entirely your doing.’

‘I didn’t know what else to do.’ Poe admitted. ‘I just…I am so fucking in love with you. Hurting you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.’

You didn’t mean to falter. It was just that you’d been longing to hear him say for it so long and you hadn’t even realised it. In forcing yourself not to think about him, you hadn’t taken a moment to think about the possibility of getting back together. You didn’t want to let your mind wander in that direction, especially after all the hurt you’d felt the first time.

And now, he’d come in all guns blazing. Classic Poe, really.

‘So why did you do it?’ You quietly asked. ‘Why did you end it in the first place if you’re so in love with me?’

‘I was scared.’ Poe admitted. ‘I felt so helpless that ending it myself made me feel like I had some kind of control.’

‘Hey, Poe?’

He looked up, eyes suddenly full of hope. ‘Yeah?’

‘That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.’

And then he deflated.

‘I know.’

You shook your head, giving him a small smile. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I’ve missed you too.’ He said. ‘So much. I know I see you every day but…I want to be with you. Those weird nods in the hallway and sideways glances just don’t quite do it for me.’

Your initial reaction had been to jump at the chance – to leap across the table and take your lips in his, making up for months of lost time there and then. On the other hand, you had to be realistic. He’d hurt you before and by taking him back, you were giving the power to do it all over again. That was a level of trust you weren’t sure you were ready for.

But it was Poe. It was your Poe – and you knew that no matter what had happened, his intention had never been to hurt you. Rather, it had been to protect you. It was a decision he’d made in catastrophically poor judgement, but the war had made everyone do stupid things. You hadn’t made it out the other side without your fair share of embarrassing stories.

If you did give him another chance – and if it went well? You could have everything. You’d have Poe by your side again (not that he’d ever really left). The future you used to talk about as a distraction from the war could become a reality. You could have your partner-in-crime back, your ride or die.

All it took was you overlooking the fact he’d hurt you.

Slowly reaching your hand out towards his, you intertwined your fingers with Poe’s. They still fit perfectly; warm and snug, as familiar as though you’d been holding one another just yesterday.

‘Dinner. Tomorrow night.’ You said.

Poe jolted up in his seat. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious.’ You shot back. ‘I’m…I’m a little hesitant, but I know you didn’t mean to hurt me the way you did.’

‘I could never hurt you intentionally.’ His grip on your hands tightened. ‘That doesn’t change the fact I did but I promise – I swear on everything I have – that this will be worth it.’

You gave him a watery smile. ‘I know.’

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“Until they discover what a mess I truly am.”

Pairing: Pete Davidson x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, fluff at the end

As a writer for SNL Y/N knew a bunch of famous people, she worked with almost everyone since she had started in 2013. The young woman began writing at the age of 17, being the youngest female writer in Saturday Night Live history. On the one hand, it was super fun, the thrill of working among people such as Seth Meyers or Lorne Michaels filled her with pride. At the same time, it was intimidating and occasionally mentally exhausting. It felt like she frequently had to prove herself to everyone, prove that she was worthy of being a writer for SNL at such a young age. She constantly had to work twice as hard.

The first person that looked at Y/N as an equal writer was John Mulaney. John treated her like an adult and whenever she happened to be in the writers' room with him, he always wanted to hear her ideas and opinions on scripts and previous shows.

He explained that he saw a piece of himself in her, and he knew exactly how tough the first year could be without having at least one friend.

To this day still, Y/N was incredibly grateful for him.

Over the years she had met a lot of writers, some of them grabbing her attention more than others. But at the end of the day, none of them seemed to be 'dateable'. John always wanted to set her up with one of his friends, but she always declined saying he was her friend, not her dating service. Until Y/N met Pete Davidson.

„Sorry, I’m late.“, he announced after entering the writers' room. He sat down on the opposite side of Y/N and flashed her a quick smile, before leaning back in his chair.

„I saw how you stared at Pete this morning.“, John later said as the two left the SNL building. She simply rolled her eyes and turned her head away from her friend, humiliated that her cheeks were burning up.

The very first-time Y/N realized she had developed quite the crush on Pete was after his proposal announcement.

He held up Ariana’s hand, while a huge smile played on his lips: “WE‘RE GETTING MARRIED!“. She could see the little tattoo behind his ear and sighed.

She could feel her heart breaking, but when his eyes met hers, Y/N smiled softly and nodded her head at him. Forming the word „Congrats“ with her lips.

From that moment on, she tried her best to get over him. Dating guys and having one night stands- Y/N did everything to keep Pete of her mind. She hardly saw him, during the time of his engagement, which was a miracle. But after the engagement was canceled, he was around more often. They sometimes made eye contact in the writers' room or at an after-show party. But Y/N kept her distance, knowing that once they would start talking again- her old feelings would resurface.

„Pete asked about you again.“, John explains while handing her a cup of coffee. „Thank you.“. Making her snap out of her thoughts: “Are you alright?“.

She simply nods: “Yeah, I’m fine.“.

„Did you hear what I said? Pete-.“.

„Yeah, I heard you.“, Y/N interrupts him, a bit more cold than she intended. She takes a sip before looking at her old friend apologetic: “John, you know how I feel about Pete- I don’t want to get my hopes up. He’s out there dating these supermodels, I just don’t-“, she pauses for a second: “I just don’t fit into that picture.“.

John, confused and a bit overwhelmed by her words swallows thickly: “Okay, wow. I never expected you to think that little of yourself-.“.

„Pete’s too good for me. Hell, he’s too good for anyone, really.“, she explains: “Let’s not talk about him. Please.”.

„That’s exactly what he said about her.“, Anna, John's wife, exclaims after Y/N left their apartment: “We need to do something about this mess.“.

„I don’t know.“, Pete says, holding a cigarette in his hand: “I mean, it’s not like I don’t find Y/N attractive... she’s really pretty, but I feel like she deserves more- better than this.“. He makes a hand gesture, pointing at himself.

„But Pete-.“.

„Look, I appreciate your concerns but - it’s always the same. I like a girl, we date then she gets to know the real me- like the real me. You know how fucked up I am. She breaks up with me.“, Pete explains: “And I don’t know, I can get it when they’re famous- like Ariana or Kaia...but a normal girl like Y/N? That would probably break my heart.“.

Anna and John exchange a look.

Y/N who walks into her office turns on the lights. One hour earlier she received a weird text message from John saying:

Sorry to text you this late, there’s some trouble at the office considering the sketch for tomorrow. Would be great if you could go there, rehearse it and look it over. Anna and I have our date night, so it would be you with another writer. Thanks. Love you.

„Hello-?“, a voice asks and Y/N lets out a high-pitched scream. She quickly turns around and sees Pete Davidson standing in the door frame.

„Oh my god, Pete.“, she says and runs a hand down her face. She can hear how he chuckles slightly. “You scared the living shit out of me. Don’t ever do that again!“.

„What? Say hello?“, he smiles and Y/N just rolls her eyes in response.

„I guess, it’s just you and me.“, Y/N points out and hopes that John was mentally preparing himself for what’s going to happen the next time they see each other again: “John said there’s some sort of Sketch, waiting here...but I can’t find one.“

„John texted you too?“, Y/N asks and her eyes widen: “Maybe he made a mistake?“.

„Nah, I don’t think so.“.

An awkward silence falls upon the two and after a few seconds Y/N walks over to her computer: “Maybe he sent me the script via E-Mail, let me check.“. Meanwhile, Pete sits down on the little couch and watches her.

„You should get a bigger couch.“, he exclaims and when Y/N looks up from the screen, he smiles at her. It makes her cheek blush and she quickly hides her face beneath the computer.

„Now... how’s life treating you?“, Pete asks and lays down, he stares at the ceiling.

Y/N sighs: “It’s okay, I guess. What about you? I heard you’re currently dating this actress. Kate. How’s that working out?”.

„No.“, he replies: “I’m not, we- well, she broke up with me a month later. I feel like they all think I’m a great guy until they date me and discover what a mess I truly am. Or maybe it’s the fact that Ariana said my dick is huge so- they want to check that out themselves. I don’t know.”.

The young woman stops typing and looks at Pete again, she leans back in her chair: “I hope you know, that’s not true.”.

“How do you know? I never showed you my dick. Or did I? If I-.”.

“Pete, you’re not a mess, you just have some mental health issues. If these women can’t 'handle' you that’s not your problem but theirs. You are a great guy and every girl would be lucky to have you by their side... I can’t seem to find an email, I’ll call John.“.She gets up from her chair and leaves the room: “I’ll get myself a cup of coffee afterward, you want some?.“.

Pete, speechless by her words slowly sits up straight on the couch. He never expected someone to say something so kind about him. He gets up and leaves the room. At the end of the hallway stands Y/N, slightly slapping the coffee machine.

„I can’t reach John, and this stupid machine isn’t working-.“, she says, frustration audible in her voice.

„Did you mean what you just said?“,he asks and Y/N looks up.

She stares at him for a few seconds: “Yeah, why-?“.

„This might sound ridiculous.”, he starts, crosses his arms, and leans against the wall:” But... did John talked to you about asking me out for a date?”.

As soon as the words leave his mouth the color on Y/N’s face disappears. She can feel how her mouth runs dry and her hands start to sweat.

“Because he talked to me about asking you out. And-.”.

“What did you say to him?”.

He wrinkles his forehead:” Of course, I said no.”.

“Oh.”.

Y/N can feel it. She can feel how her heart is breaking in ways she didn’t know were possible. If dying of a broken heart was a real thing, maybe now it would happen to her.

“Of course.”, she repeats his words and scratches her eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean- you wouldn’t date me either. That’s probably what you told John.”, Pete chuckles but stops when he sees Y/N’s facial expression. His eyes widen:” Shit, no.”, he says, almost like a whisper.

Y/N rushes past him into her office before the tears are falling. She didn’t care. Not now.

“Y/N- I...”, he starts but the girl shakes her head.

“Go Home, Pete. I’ll call John and tell him I didn’t find the script.”.

“I just assumed we were on the same page.”, he says, ignoring what she just said:” Like, look at you and look at me- I’m too much of a jerk for someone like you!”.

“Excuse me?“, she replies, her voice growing louder with every second passing: “Since when do you decide what’s best for me?“.

„I don’t want you to get hurt, I’m difficult. Fuck, Y/N, you know that. We’ve been working together for such a long time now. If we would get together, I don’t know if I could survive you thinking the same way these girls think about me now.“.

Y/N sighs and crosses her arms in front of her chest, as if she was trying to protect the last bit of her heart: “You’re right, we shouldn’t get together.“.

„W-what?“.

„Pete.“, she slowly takes his hand, her voice breaking: “You need to work on your mental health, you can’t just jump from one relationship into the next. That’s unhealthy. But... I will help you. I will be there for you until you’re truly ready to date again.“.

A soft smile spreads on his lips: “That sounds good.“, he leans down: “One kiss, though?“.

„Sure.“, she replies:” You can get more than one..”.And when their lips meet, it feels better than she could have ever imagined.

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Take Two

A Happiest Season Abby x Riley fic (2.4k, T)

It had been one year since Abby had left. One year since they’d called it quits. One year since their engagement was over.

And now it was Christmas time again, only this time Abby was more alone than ever.

She’d been on a few dates since they’d broken up, but no one had stuck around. Probably more her fault than theirs. It had been good to get back out there, but it still hurt to remember how things with Harper had ended.

It was a pretty big shock at the time, but looking back it had been a long time coming. Abby and Harper were on different paths and it just wouldn't have worked, no matter how much they loved each other.

“It’s not you,” Harper had insisted. “It’s me, and I’m so sorry.”

That was one of the last things Harper said to her.

They’d been talking wedding plans that morning and by evening Abby was packing her bags.

Harper had been so desperate to make her happy since they got engaged, but her constantly bending over backward wasn’t what Abby needed, and it was stressing Harper out. Neither of them was their best self together, not anymore. Rather than bringing them closer, in the end, that Christmas with the Caldwells had exposed too many rifts in the relationship to salvage.

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“I want you to be happy without trying so hard to satisfy the idea of me in your head. You’re such an amazing person—“ Abby had started sobbing here, “—but I can't give you what you need either.”

She’d moved out that night. Harper hadn’t accepted the breakup at first despite sort of initiating it. The conversation had lasted for hours, but eventually, she acknowledged the inevitable and left Abby alone for a few hours to pack. John, thankfully just a text away, had helped her drive everything over to his place.

It had been the second-worst night of Abby’s life.

She’d moved to Philadelphia two months later. She’d grown up there, technically, but without her parents, it didn’t really feel like coming home. New neighborhood, new apartment, new job. If that wasn’t proof she could get over it, what was? But when the holiday season came around again a lot of memories, once happy, now painful, resurfaced.

Waking up alone on Christmas Eve that year, in a word, sucked.

Abby was awake at 6:30 am for some reason. She checked her phone. She’d missed two non-emergency texts from John last night after she’d taken melatonin and passed out. He was definitely still sleeping; she’d text him back later.

She made a pot of coffee and stood in the kitchen in her pajamas wondering what she was going to do to keep herself occupied all day. John, who was living with his boyfriend in New York now, had invited her to stay the night and spend Christmas with them, but Abby wasn't sure if she was feeling up to it. She kinda wanted to sit the holiday out completely this year. She opened her phone and jumped aimlessly between the same three apps, then finally forced herself to take a shower.

At noon she decided to get dressed and go for a walk. That ought to keep her distracted enough. She put on jeans, thick socks, and her warmest sweater under her coat and started wandering.

There was nothing quite like Philly at Christmas. Still brash, loud, and occasionally vulgar but now decked to the nines with tinsel. She was glad to have new haunts to discover along with revisiting old haunts.

The snow from the previous day had turned to slush by the time the sun was at its peak, but that didn’t stop the kids in her neighborhood from spilling out into the streets to play football and tag under the grey sky. She waved at her upstairs neighbors and made a mental note to try and get to know them a little better in the new year.

It was a nice enough day. Maybe she’d head to Fairmount Park. Wherever she ended up there were sure to be plenty of frantic people coming to and fro, finishing last-minute Christmas shopping.

A wave of mixed emotions washed over her as she passed by a jeweler. Harper had given back the ring, of course. It was with John for safekeeping. Abby couldn’t return it, but it felt really weird to have it at her new place. Fresh start and all. Maybe someday she’d be ready to sell it. For now, she didn’t want to think about it.

She continued on at a brisk pace, stopping at a street cart for a lunch of falafel which she ate standing over a trash can, then continuing on.

It was after four o’clock by the time she realized how far she’d walked. Her hands had grown pretty chapped, she should probably go inside for a minute. There was a bar up ahead that looked open, and she could definitely use a drink.

It was fairly empty when she entered which made her instantly relax. She sidled up the bar and took a seat, rubbing her hands to warm them.

“Hey.” There was one bartender working, a curly-haired woman wearing a bandana headband, fitted flannel, and impeccable winged eyeliner like some kind of femme Luke Danes. “What can I get for you?”

“Vodka tonic?”

“Not feeling the Christmas spirit today, huh?” the bartender asked, grabbing the well vodka and rimming a glass with a wedge of lemon.

“Not really.”

“Yeah me neither. Anyway, name’s Gem,” the woman said, setting the cocktail down with a gentle tap. “Yell if you need anything.”

She smiled and walked to the far corner of the bar, a towel draped over her shoulder. A tall redhead and a petite girl with shoulder lengths locs raised their glasses at her.

Even if Abby wasn’t feeling it today, she’d picked a good spot.

She’d just started to feel the effects of the booze when she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, I thought that was you.”

Startled, Abby nearly dropped her drink.

Riley, Harper’s Riley, slid onto the stool next to her.

“Hey!” Abby said, “What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too,” Riley laughed.

“Yeah, I mean—great, great to see you.” Abby couldn’t help from grinning. She probably looked like an idiot but she didn’t care.

“You look good,” Riley said, subtly sweeping her eyes up and down in an appreciative manner.

“Thanks, thanks.” Abby was glad she’d foregone the beanie with the hole in it. “You look good too.”

She really did. Her hair was a little shorter now, though it still framed her face perfectly. Otherwise, she looked exactly the same as when they’d met two years ago. She was wearing a black mock neck sweater and a pair of perfectly tailored wool pants. Her boots had a slight heel, not too high to be practical in an East Coast winter. The hem of her sweater pulled up a little as Riley leaned over the bar, exposing just a sliver of skin. Abby tried not to stare too obviously while she ordered a drink.

“I moved to Philly last month, to answer your question,” Riley said. “Got a fellowship at Kensington, I start in a week.”

“Oh, cool. Congrats, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Riley took a sip, glancing over at Abby in a way that made her face grow slightly warm. “What have you been up to?”

“Finished the doctorate and got a job as a curator at the PMA. It’s going well. I mean, relatively.”

“Well, look at you!” Riley raised her glass. “Doctor.”

“Doctor,” Abby echoed, laughing, as she knocked her glass against Riley’s.

“Glad to hear that.” Riley took another sip of her drink and paused, mouth pulling to one side awkwardly for just a second.

Abby knew the question that was coming.

“So,” Riley was looking straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar, “how’s Harper?”

Abby grimaced.

Riley’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit…”

“It’s ok! It’s ok,” Abby could feel herself overcorrecting. “It’s been about a year. But yeah, we’re not together anymore.”

“I’m really really sorry, Abby.”

“It’s fine, really,” Abby shrugged. “I mean, if anyone knows how I feel, it’s you.”

Riley exhaled and leaned over the bar, her elbow just barely touching Abby’s. “Yeah, that’s definitely true.”

“So what are you doing in a random bar on Christmas Eve anyway?” Abby asked, ready to change the subject.

“I live up the street, actually. I’m heading to Pittsburgh to see family tomorrow, but that’s going to feel like work, so today I just wanted to relax.”

“Totally,” Abby said, watching as a party of college aged kids spilled in from the street and headed to the high top tables towards the back of the bar. “I’m just taking it easy today, too.”

“Big plans tomorrow?”

“Might see John. I think you met him…when we met.”

“Yeah, I remember John. How’s he doing?”

“He’s really good. Thinks I need to get out more, but otherwise he’s very happy.”

Riley laughed. “I’ve been out exactly three times—wait, no, this makes it four—since I moved here in November so clearly I have no idea what that’s about.”

“You liking Philly so far?”

“Yeah, I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong it’s weird as fuck, but it’s got some really great people. The doctors I work with are whatever, but this kind of place has a good vibe.”

She smiled at Gem, who was rolling her eyes as she made Long Island Iced Teas for the group at the high tops.

“You two know each other?” Abby asked, internally cringing at how un-cool about it she sounded.

“I’ve been here three of the four times I’ve been out, so you could say that,” Riley said. “Nice people usually.”

Gem dropped off the tray of Long Islands and brought Abby and Riley another round.

“They tried to order mojitos,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fucking kids,” Abby said. Riley laughed. That felt good.

Another large group came in, middle-aged couples this time. It had grown dark outside, it must be after five by now.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the conversations happening around them. Old friends were reuniting to the right and left of them, the chatter that filled the air was starting to make Abby feel a little claustrophobic. She shifted towards the edge of her seat, tapping one foot nervously against the floor.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” Riley asked, raising her hand to catch Gem’s attention. “It’s getting a little crowded.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Abby said, relieved. “I’m just gonna run to the restroom.”

She threw a slightly crumpled pile of bills—mostly fives—on the bar and made her way to the back.

By some good luck, the bathroom was free with no line. The space was cramped and not overly clean, and the small black and white tiles that covered the lower half of the walls created a frantic pattern that did nothing to help Abby’s nerves. She exhaled a deep breath, fixed on her own gaze staring back at her from the mirror.

You’re fine. You’re just hanging out with a girl. A friend, even. Stop being so fucking nervous.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed at her own pep talk, then made her way back to the bar.

Riley was waiting with her hat on, hands thrust deep into the pockets of her dark green coat. Her face broke into a smile when she saw Abby returning.

“Anywhere in particular you want to go?” Abby asked.

“Not really,” Riley said casually. “Lead the way.”

“You got it,” Abby said, and Riley followed her outside.

The air was brisk, and snow had just started to fall as they left. There were Christmas lights everywhere, garlands wrapped around lampposts, a tree decked to the nines in nearly every window.

“Philly really gets in the holiday season, huh?” Riley asked dryly, then pointed up at a stuffed orange mascot that hung from a wreath on someone’s porch. “What the hell is that thing?”

“You really are new here,” Abby laughed. “I don’t know if you’re ready for me to explain Gritty tonight but I promise he's worth the wait.”

They continued up Broad Street, gradually making their way away from the noisy crowds. It had started to snow, which helped muffle the sounds of passerby and create a more mellow but still festive atmosphere.

“So, I’m glad I ran into you,” Abby confessed, breaking the silence that was lingering between them.

Riley’s shoulder bumped against hers as she sidestepped a puddle. “I am too. I have to ask though, is it because we’re both members of the Harper broken hearts club, or something else?”

“No, I’ve been trying not to think too much about that,” Abby said.

“Sorry to bring it up again.”

“I mean, it’s kind of unavoidable. That’s not what I meant, sorry. I’m glad because I really liked you when we met, and I kind of regret not realizing that at the time.”

Riley glanced over at her, genuine surprise etched on her face. “I liked you too, Abby. A lot.”

Abby smiled into her scarf and shook her fingers through her hair the way she always did when she was nervous. “Really?”

“Yeah, past tense though,” Riley added.

“Asshole,” Abby laughed, and Riley’s mouth twitched in reply.

They had paused on a street corner. The snow was falling around them in big flakes, Riley’s hair glittering in spots where it had landed and begun to melt.

Riley cocked her head, lips slightly parted, and stepped a little closer. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light of a Christmas tree peeking out of a nearby window.

“You good?” she asked.

Abby hesitated, chewing her lower lip.

“I can head home, if you’re not feel—“

Abby didn’t let Riley finish. Surging forward on her toes, she kissed her.

Rile tasted like the old fashioned she’d been drinking, smoky and slightly sweet. She kissed Abby back, running a hand through the hair behind her ear, and Abby could feel her smiling as their noses bumped together. When she pulled back Abby caught her breath and realized she was grinning too.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a really long time,” Riley breathed.

Abby laced her fingers through hers and they kept walking. She wasn't feeling alone amidst all the holiday revelry any longer.

“Do you want to grab dinner sometime, maybe?” Abby asked tentatively.

Riley squeezed her hand. “How about now?”

Abby grinned. “Now is great.”

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'You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?' for jiara - I was thinking abt the moment when Kie sees JJ in his baseball uniform for the first time, and she's kinda speechless 👀😏

Talk about hot JJ being hot in a baseball uniform? I can do that. 

Kiara was not really a huge fan of organized sports as a principle. Most of the kids involved left much to be desired, and the mainstream sports in particular fell victim to political relationships as often as they did natural talent.

But Kiara was a good friend (And secretly competitive as hell), so when JJ was plucked off the back alley sandlot where he threw curveballs in his downtime for a scholarship at St. Anne’s Academy, she was obligated as his best friend to attend his games for moral support. He still gave his kook teammates a wary side eye even months after joining their practices, and even though Kiara was confident they wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize a straight shot to state at the hands of their new star pitcher, she wasn’t as confident JJ wouldn’t ruin this opportunity for himself. He tended to strike out like a stray dog when he was cornered, so if her smiling face from the stands helped give him a light at the end of the alley, then she was going to be there.

She was prepared for over the top kook parents threatening to fight the umpires. For gossiping girlfriends bragging about whose number they wore on their backs. Even for the scorching heat.

What she was not prepared for was the way her breath caught in her chest when JJ approached the mound, digging his cleats into the clay.  

Kiara was not blind.

She’d been there when JJ’s abs popped up the summer before high school, had seen them twisting as he got a better angle on a wave. Her eyes had lingered on his tongue darting out over tobacco paper probably more times than she was prepared to admit, and she understood why he tended to catch the eyes of touron girls at the Boneyard.

She knew he was hot, okay? But she had a perfectly good handle on it, even when he made those ridiculous, never-quite-serious insinuations towards her. At least she did until he strutted out in front of her in his baseball uniform looking like the fucking cover for Sports Illustrated.

Kiara clutched her hands under the bleachers when JJ wound up to pitch. Loosened them, then tightened them again when he turned around and she got an unfair view of the way his pants hugged his ass.

“Popcorn?” John B asked, shoving the bag in her face. He and Pope, who was on his other side keeping some sort of pitching record book, had already made three trips to the concession stand, and the game had just started.

“No,” Kiara said, with a little more bite than was probably called for.

John B shrugged, then clapped when JJ threw another pitch. The umpire called it a ball, and the grin slipped off his face when the kook parents shot them dirty looks. JJ tapped his fingers against his thigh, then adjusted the blue cap on his head, and Kiara could just picture his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips.

She decided maybe some popcorn was a fantastic idea. “Give me some of that.”

Things got easier as the game went on. She grew tense for other reasons, like when the other team had too many players on base, and gained a much more secure hold over her thoughts until JJ was in the batter’s box right in front of her. She couldn’t really be blamed for looking then, could she?

JJ’s team won, and judging by the big ass grin on his face, his coach was more than pleased with his performance in his first game.

John B and Pope got predictably cagey when it came to fetching him from his teammates. Although JJ hated kooks more than anyone, John B and Pope didn’t have the barrier of being useful team members to them.

“Kie, you go get him,” Pope said, shuffling around behind the concession stand, because the kooks were forced to barely tolerate her at school, and that evidently made her fair game. John B nodded, curly hair flopping, and nudged her towards the dugout. The other boys on the team were already filing out, the loud air of victory surrounding their conversation.

Kiara scowled, but for once, the sooner she got home, the better. Even if she hadn’t caught a ride with John B to begin with, she couldn’t slip off without saying hello to JJ. She inched her way towards the team while John B and Pope retreated to the safe haven of the parking lot. 

She caught JJ rounding the dugout, bat bag slung over his shoulder. He threw her a lazy grin, and her heart did a totally uncalled for summersault. Up close, even with his hair drenched in sweat, he looked good.

The uniform stretched out over his shoulders, and his pants had gained a dirt stain from where he slid into home. She was sure the sight of it made her pulse quicken, which she wasn’t sure what that said about her.

“Yo,” he said, and she could tell he was tired. He’d pitched a full five innings before being rotated to outfield, so he had a right to be.

Kiara couldn’t count the sheer amount of words she and JJ had spoken in their lifetime. Late nights of laughter and chats after the others had gone to sleep, incoherent babbling when they were high.

The words never got caught in her fucking throat. “Hey.”

“Where’s my congrats kiss? Pickens and his lady got one.”

Normally, Kiara would have snorted. She’d have dropped some comment about how he must be dreaming, or how Pope was waiting for him right around the corner.

Instead, she snapped, “What?”

JJ didn’t miss her weirdness. His brows scrunched up together. “What? No shit talking? No you were amazing, JJ?”

“You were amazing, JJ.”

“Seriously, you’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”

Kiara rolled her eyes, ignoring the thoughts racing through her brain, and gave him a playful bop on the arm. “Oh my god. Nothing. You really did great though.”

“Why thank you.”

“The boys are at the Twinkie. Come on.”

JJ nodded, thumb flicking at the cracked screen of his iphone five. His gaze flitted to her, shadowed by his hat, and she quickly looked away. She met his eyes again just as quickly, not wanting him to pick up on her caginess. He’d never let her live it down if he knew she was thinking about running her hands all over him.

“Hm. Next game’s Tuesday,” he said.

She’d never been so torn over whether her smile came across fake or overeager. “Great.”

[iwaisa]

request. Ohh congrats on 200 followers! Can I get the sfw alphabet for Daichi? (You don’t have to do the whole thing if you don’t want to, whatever you’re feeling inspired to do at the tim is fine ❤️ I just love the team captain so much haha) - @vs-redemption​

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- warnings. slight spoilers

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

↳ he’s not extremely affectionate, but his favourite way are quick pecks before going to class or volleyball. if you’re feeling down and you’re walking away before he can give you a kiss he pulls you into him by his wrist :)

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

↳ you probably went to one of his volleyball games to cheer him on and he noticed <3 he’d be super doting and since he’s had a crush on you for a while he’s always trying to be near you

c - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

↳ he’s a sucker for after practice cuddles after getting out of the shower. big. spoon. never will settle for being little spoon. it’s either big spoon or you laying on top of him.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

↳ he definitely does. he’s the absolute BEST at cooking, but maybe not so much cleaning. his room is messy at times because of how busy he is but he hates feeling messy so he’ll try to keep it clean.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

↳ he would only do it if his partner was extremely toxic. if you guys had a few arguments he’ll dismiss it. however, the deal-breaker is when his s/o is manipulative, unsupportive, or has cheated. in these certain situations, he’d tell you straight up. if he’s just not feeling it anymore he’d take some more time to figure out if he should or not. he’ll be supportive of you no matter what.

f - fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

↳ so so so committed. he would probably wait a few years after college and base it off when you want to settle down - if that’s something you want to do.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

↳ he’s super gentle both physically and emotionally. of course, he likes to push you to be the best version of yourself but will lay off if you ask him to.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

↳ he doesn’t really give long hugs often, but if you’re in need of a hug he’ll hold you for a couple of minutes. he’s patting the back of your head and pressing chaste kisses to your neck.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

↳ probably says it three or four months in. i think your relationship would be very laid-back and loving at the same time, so i believe that he doesn’t want to rush.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

↳ he’s only jealous if it’s certain guys talking to you. kuroo? no. get away. he would wrap a hand around your waist and pull you into his side and continue talking to whoever you were talking to with a smile on his face.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

↳ light and sweet. you would probably have to take initiative if you want to go further. he loves kissing you on your lips mainly. he loves when you kiss his nose, it makes his heart feel warm :,)

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

↳ kids are kind of intimidated by him, but he’ll try to talk to them. he’ll get sad if the kids try to stay away from him :,(

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

↳ he wakes up to an alarm, but as soon as it goes off he turns it off so it doesn’t wake you up. he definitely makes you a super nutritious breakfast to ensure you have all of your nutrients <3

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

↳ he’s exhausted if he’s coming home from volleyball or police work (timeskip), so he’d definitely just want to shower and climb into bed with you. he falls asleep as he’s telling you what happened that day.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

↳ he definitely takes a few weeks to a month to open up. he likes telling you stories as long as you tell him your own.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

↳ he has a ton of patience from dealing with the first-years and tanaka and noya, so he doesn’t get angry easily.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

↳ he doesn’t like admitting that he remembers every single minuscule detail about you. he blushes super hard if he does bring something up and you poke fun at him for it.

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

↳ the look on your face when (spoiler for those who haven’t watched lol) karasuno won against shiratorizawa. you looked so proud of him and it only solidified his decision that he wanted to be with you into adulthood.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

↳ he’s extremely protective. he needs to make sure you’re okay all the time. if you’re in an uncomfortable situation he’ll hold your hand and give it little squeezes. he loves when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

↳ he tries just the right amount. he’s another one who pays for every date and he does something super romantic like a big dinner for anniversaries.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

↳ he tends to doubt himself as a leader, and he shuts himself out because of it. he hates feeling useless, so assure him that he’s the captain and he makes the team come together at the end of the day. and that you love him of course <3

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

↳ he’s not super concerned, but he will check his hair and uniform in the mirror to make sure he looks good just for you.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

↳ he wouldn’t feel incomplete, but he will feel weird if he doesn’t have you by his side.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them)

↳ he likes listening to oldies music <3

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

↳ he wouldn’t like someone irresponsible or immature. he is immature at some points in the anime / manga, but he needs someone who will be responsible with their homework and such. of course, he’ll help you if you’re struggling.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

↳ he likes to play games on his phone before he goes to bed lol

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Endeavor x Reader All Is Fair In Love And War

This fic includes a hell of a bad writing shit show so sorry for the bad writing that you have to go through, I can't stand my own writing lmao, Endeavor is kinda OOC I think.. Idk, I get stupidly poetic at some points and I have weird wordings for some things, Hella long and boring, This is a fucking K-Drama

Bruh like I had about a month to write this but I procrastinated till the last day having only a starter with 2.5K words and wrote the rest in one day, a total of 11K... Bruuuuh if anybody reads this I'm sorry for your time and the cancer.

TW: yandere themes, blood, gore, descriptive violence, toxic relationships, heartbreak, death, offensive language, cursing, just a lot of bad triggering stuff, mentions of suicide, name calling.

This is during the Endeavor redemption Arc about two weeks before Endeavor VS HighEnd/Hood after that Manga spoilers start.. If you get to that point tho, you're close to the end congrats you made it.

Reader is an independent person with a strong personality, she's  strong willed and arrogant, you can say she's a more mature Bakugou with common sense lmao

This Will Contain Manga Spoilers

You yawned in boredom trying to stay awake, your eyes briefly glancing at the person who's currently speaking to all the pro heroes sitting in the room, hero commission meetings weren't only boring, they were also a waste of time you could've been patrolling and stopping villains saving civilians, but no you had to go to a different city for the meeting 'didn't these old hags and geezers hear of online meetings? We could've saved a lot of time if we didn't have to come here, what is this the 21st century?' you thought as your eyes drifted towards him, the guy who easily made your cold heart beat erratically.

Endeavor sat there not showing any emotion other than his normal intimidating expression his presence was impossible to ignore with his aura and signature flames, you could tell he didn't want to be here either but he did his hero work dutifully, your eyes trailed over his strong arms that were crossed over his chest, what made it even harder to look away was the fact that he was wearing a suit which is a rare occasion but the meeting was formal, the fabric strained to stay intact, you felt that of he flexed or took too deep of a breath the fabric would just tear apart and the buttons would go flying off, you kinda wished this would happen as you let your thoughts wonder.

How it'd feel to have those hands caress your body, to hold you tightly as he lifts you up supporting your weight, how his musculare arms would be wrapped around you as you ran your hands all over his musculare chest, you let your thoughts wonder as your eyes drank him in basically undressing him, you craved him, everything about him, not just his body, his mind, his soul, his heart, his love, you internally sighed, it's not like you both had any chance of that anyway, you snapped out of your trance feeling someone's eyes on you, looking up you realized it was Endeavor himself who was staring at you, you knew you were caught red handed and there was no getting out of it so you went with it and just smirked at him, sending a small wave.

You weren't a shy or meek person at all, you don't easily back down and your arrogance often put you in bad situations, like this one right now were your having a staring competition with Endeavor, a few silent words being sent between you both including him telling you to stop eyeing him up and focus on the meeting and you refusing and questioning why he's staring at you, your silent conversation would have went on if Aizawa didn't nudge you telling you to focus hey gave him a glare "don't tell me what to do" you growled and he just ignored you, looking back at Endeavor he was focused on the meeting again.

You sighed and put your attention back on the speaker but your attention wasn't at him, you started thinking about Endeavor and yourself, your memories together, even tho that was a distant memory.

Flashback

You panted running as fast as you could, the sun was blazing down on you with no mercy, you were sweaty and tired after an hour of this 'dammit dammit this is bad this is such a pain in the ass' "(y/n)! It's over you know!" you heard him call out behind you and started willing your body to run faster, you were almost there, just gotta- your eyes widened as he ran past you at an inhuman speed at this point "dammit! Oi get back here!" you yelled after him as he ran past the line and stopped, he stood there arms crossed staring at you triumphantly as you passed the line and put your hands on your knees panting, you looked up at him and stood up straight, he was panting and sweating as well, him having more stamina than you definitely proved to be useful in this situation "I win" he said smugly and you weakly glared at him half heartedly "damn you, how the hell do you have so much energy after all this training? It's so fucking hot!" he chuckled "I'm used to the heat little vixen" he smirked and you huffed "right right, so what should we do now?the rest of the class is still way in the back" you said straightening up as he smirked helping you and lead you to the benches "let's wait for them here it'll take them along time before they catch up to us" "true, we are the strongest in the class after all"

(character introduction by Mic)

Todoroki Enji Quirk:Hell Flame, he can create fire out of nothing and manipulate it to his will, it's useful in long ranged to short ranged attacks, while it's a very versatile quirk it has some dangerous drawbacks such as hyperthermia and burning the user. (we know the details ya'll.. Hehe... We're all Endeavor bitches here.... At least I know I am)

(L/N) (Y/N) Quirk:Demon Queen, she can transform into demon like creatures fully or partially (think Mirajane from FT... Even she has nothing to do with me coming up with this quirk) the demon form boosts her durability, strength and speed, she can also create shadow like substance that comes from her skin (this one is heavily influenced by venom yet I had the idea for a longer time and it worked in a different way), while the demon form is close ranged and strong in combat the shadow is long ranged and more versatile and can be used for sneak attacks, it is however weak against fire types which makes for a very interesting combat against Todoroki Enji.... Oi Shut it!.... Oh yeah she is also very hostile!... OI!, she also has phschokinesis and Telepathy

(I tried leaving the quirk blank as I hate it when authors apecify the quirk but I had to when I needed certain abilities for some parts... Sorry guys)

Enji chuckled "indeed" he sighed and looked at you as you threw aside your gym jacket remaining in your sports bra and gulped down some cold refreshing water "damn, sensei is really making us go through hell and back recently" you said stretching "well we're in UA after all, they're teaching us everything important" Enji said as he followed your every move, glancing at him you smirked "like what you see Enji?" he blushed slightly and got closer to you "so? What if I do? Can't I admire my beautiful girlfriend?" he said pulling you into his chest, while you both were sweaty it didn't matter to you, you smiled at him and pecked his lips (you're kinda tall ok, I assume he was shorter than this in high school) "oh I don't mind at all, as long as I get to admire my handsome boyfriend in return" exchanging a few kisses both of you were even more breathless now, just as it was getting more heated the idiots (your classmates) started arriving at the finish line, annoyed, both of you parted and glared at your classmates, while they were non the wiser as to why they were being glared at by the two most terrifying and powerful students in all three years of UA classes, they were deeply terrified and avoided you both in favor of keeping their lives.

"aright class that's it for today, as always Todoroki and (L/N) are ahead while-" you didn't really listen to the teacher talk and looked at Enji "so where should we go tonight? I wanna have some us time before the exams, we'll both be busy, especially that our agency has weird ass timings for summoning us" you said sighing "well there's a festival and it'll start tonight, maybe we can go I know you like those things, even tho they're filled with people" he said, you hummed thoughtfully then smirked at him "you mean I'll get to see you in a Yukata? I'm definitely in" he grumbled and sighed "yeah yeah, very funny, I don't get what you like about me in Yukatas anyway I look ridiculous" you chuckled "actually I love seeing you in a yukata you look very hot in them" he glared at you unamused "very funny (Y/N) very funny, you do know you'll have to wear a kimono as well right" he smirled as your expression turned into a mortified one "hell no" "its tradition my dear you'll have to wear it" you sighed hanging your head down, as the teacher dismissed the class "fine" you grumbled annoyed making him laugh in amusment " so cute I'll see you at the gates"  he said and walked towards the boys showers "OI who are you calling cute pyro? I'll kill you!" you yelled after him and he only chuckled in amusment at your outburst "I swear to God that jerk has a death wish" you grumbled heading into the girl's showers, meanwhile the entire class stood there watching the same thing that happens everyday that they should be used to it by now but every time they all gawk at your interactions like people would at a very unnatural show at the circus "guys... What kinda relationship do these two have? Are they supposed to be lovers?" one guy asked bewildered "I mean... I think? They're both demons all the time so I think this is demon love?" said one of the girls "this is so odd... They interact like they want to rip each other's throat out" said another girl "I'm too tired for this man, let's just go change and leave, I'd like to go to my very easily understandable life at home for toady" said one guy and everyone else agreed as the crowd left.

They have the right to think that your relationship is wrong and very odd, after all neither of you would show their true self in front of them, your affection and love is saved for behind closed doors, both of you are too proud and care about your tough image to show affection infornt of others.

These were the good times, neither of you knew what was coming your way, and how it'd shatter your relationship

That night both of you showered and showered and got dressed as you were doing your makeup you felt arms wrap around you "hey there" you said looking at your boyfriend in the reflection of the mirror "hey my love" he said making you blush and he chuckled at you "you done yet?" "nope, still have to do my hair" you said while putting on your eyeshadow, he humed and grabbed your brush and started styling your hair "hey... What are you-" you went to object by he stopped you "helping, I'll do your hair while you do your makeup, we'll be done faster" he said and you sighed "fine, just don't make me mess up" he hummed not answering and continued styling your hair, somehow you both worked in harmony and easily.

A little after you put the last touches on your makeup he was done putting up your hair and put a golden hair pin in it, one that you haven't seen before, you looked at your hair and at the pin fascinated by it "wow, this is... Really beautiful" you stood from your chair and turned around looking at him with a smile as he blushed lightly "I saw it and thought of you so I got it" he avoided looking at you in the eye you went up to him and kissed him gently "thanks love, I love it" he smiled pulling you in a hug, as you helped him with his Obi (the belt) he looked at you with such admiring look "what?" you asked feeling nervous from the staring "nothing, nothing at all just watching my hell queen" he smirked at you and you hid your face embarrassed 'damn him, knowing how to fluster me' "sh.. Shut up" he laughed pulling you to his chest as you both stared at each other's eyes exchanged a few kisses (your lipstick has sealing agent OK? OK).

A couple minutes later you parted, putting the last few touches you grabbed your stuff, phones, keys, wallets and went to the festival, throwing comments at each other like always, arriving at the festival you looked around watching all the stalls and couples and friends going around, it was too crowded which was a pain in the ass for the both of you, but you decided to ignore them and went around, gokmg around, trying foods, sweets and playing games, you getting extremely pissed at some people here and there, a lady in particular who was sticking her nose in your business "you know for a lady, you sure do have a filthy mouth" Enji said smirking "shut it ashes! She pissed me off" you said still angry "I don't mind, you're cute when you're angry my vixen" he said smirking making you blush and narrow your eyes at him "Todoroki Enji if you fear for your life you better stop fucking calling me cute" you said glaring at him, he put his hand on your head patting it slightly "there there, don't be like that I was just joking" you pushed his hand away and huffed, "you're on thin ice Endeavor" you said "is that so (H/N)? Well I better be careful then" he said pulling you to him, he was really warm "yeah you better" you said calming down and getting lost in his eyes as he leaned down kissing you.

Both of you slipped away to an abandoned side of the festival to.. Uhh... Stargaze yeah that... Nah ya'll did the horizontal tango.. Except it was vertical, as he held you up, your back on a tree for support. (I suck at writing smut.. Go to the festival smut Enji fic, I don't remember what the exact name was but the content is, you and Endeavor are dating, go to the festival, then hookup on a tree cause you ain't wearing panties, you aren't wearing them here either)

The festival went well You both had fun and teased each other competing over who's best at winning games and ended up going home with a lot of prizes.

Good memories are the best you can always look back at them and smile, but if you've lost the person you made the memories with, then they just become a painful slow poison that flows through you, slowly killing you.

It was during your work studies as third years when it started, you both went to the same agency, while the pro you went to was the top, he wasn't exactly a good person, extremely misogynistic bastard, who's ego is too fragile to admit a woman can be strong, which is why he despised you, like a snake he kept poisoning your boyfriend, filling his head with what he knew would get to him, tricking him into thinking you're using him, that he's getting weak cause he depends on you to have his back while fighting, like a devil on his shoulder he keeps telling him more and more lies, he made sure his plans are effective by firing you from his agency so now, student you had to find herself another agency, every agency in the same area accepted you by looking at your records, yet once they saw the name you were denied, you didn't understand why and remained without an agency for weeks which was bad for a third year, you found out that it was because of him he either bribed or scared all the so called pros from taking you, till one who didn't give a shit about him accepted you, the problem was, that you were four cities apart from Enji, which put the long distance strain on your already strained relationship.

It was a sunny day, unlike the cliché it was dark and stormy and raining, you both met after a long time apart, and while your convo started calmly, it quickly escalated to a full blown fight.

"YOU LEFT ME! YOU DECIDED TO GET AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS YOU CAN! FOUR CITIES? WHAT THE NEARBY CITIES RAN OUT OF HEROES?" an infuriated Enji yelled at you, with the distance and how grueling the work was, you two didn't have anytime to meet at all, "Enji calm down for fucks sake! Allow me to explain I didn't have the time-" he interrupted you furiously "didn't have the time? What you're done using me? After everything! After everything that happened, how I trusted you, how I confided in you, how I always fucking ran to you when I needed someone! You don't even call anymore either! Not even a phone call, What you're bored of me now? You found someone else? Of course you did! You can't keep your legs closed you slut" you slapped him hard your hand hurt but it didn't matter, your heart hurt worse.

If only he listened, he'd have known it wasn't your choice to go so far.

"how dare you! How dare you accuse me of cheating you asshole! I'm always loyal to you because for some fucking reason I'm in love with you! You think I didn't try to be around you more? You think I didn't deprive myself of sleep for days just to take extra shifts and have the time to come back here for you? How can you claim to love me if you won't trust me? Did you forget what we went through together? How I always stood by your side nomatter what? You're a selfish greedy bastard who's only capable of loving himself!" you yelled angrily at him.

If only you knew, if only you knew, that this isn't his thoughts that this isn't his opinion.

Both of you not backing down both of you boiling with rage that's going to burn down your relationship like his beautiful quirk, that you loved so much and thought fit him so much, with his attitude and how he's always going forward like an out of control fire, he always seemed like a God of the sun to you, now his quirk was making him into Hades himself, king of hell and death, the one who shall drag you to hell to torment you for your sin of loving him.

"you're so fucking bold pretending to be a Saint! You're a manipulative bitch, You think you can just walk all over me woman? You're beneath me! There's no reason for me to stay with someone like you, who's going to set me back I don't love you this was all a mistake! An illusion I've lived in for so long" your anger disintegrated morphing into heartbreak and sadness, you two fought a lot, and while calling you a cheater and a slut hurt, you still had your love, you would forgive him like you always did, and likewise he'd forgive you like he always did nomatter how bad you both went against each other yes it was toxic, but both of you were broken, and this is how you functioned... But saying he doesn't love you is what actually broke you, what cemented this argument as the worst of your relationship, the end of it.

He seemed to realize what he said albeit too late, still arrogant you refused to cry in front of him "I hate you! We're over Todoroki! I wish I never knew you! I despise the day we met! I curse the day we became friends, you can go to hell!" and still arrogant Todoroki didn't try to take back what he said, and refused to show his hurt over you saying how you hated him and his existence, how this brought back some unwanted memories." great! Then We're over! Thank God" he yelled and marched past you.

Both of you broken, both of you saying things you shouldn't have said 'please comeback! I love you! I forgive you' you internally cried clutching your heart.

'just turn around, fucking turn around, go back to her she's your safety, go back to your angel.. You stubborn arrogant bastard!' Enji scolded himself, looking back he saw you walking away, head hung low, he knew he hurt you, as he willed his body to follow you, reaching out a hand he almost called out for you 'she makes you weak' he heard the pros voice in his head 'she's going to drag you down' 'she's using you' and although he knew non of this was true, he didn't call out for her, he turned around and continued walking, having the same internal fight with himself.

'comeback to me please! My sun!' turning around you looked at his retreating figure willing to calm out for him, yet to stubborn and too hurt to let word out, seeing him still walking away with such anger and intensity in his posture and such determination, determination to what? 'to get away from me? He's that eager?' your tears fell as the pain inside you grew, turning around you ran away, away from him, away from his pain, from his burning love that always felt welcoming now feeling scorching hot like it'll burn you to ashes.

Five seconds

Five seconds, was the difference between them, if he looked at her retreating form for five more seconds he'd have seen her turn around with a broken and longing, loving look.

Five seconds, if she's looked at him five seconds earlier she'd have seen him with his hand outstretched for her

Five Seconds

After hours of walking around aimlessly they decided to go home, well Enji did (Y/N) went to her friend's apartment which she had the key to, Enji sighed seeing the empty apartment they both shared, their home together, after going about their day like zombies doing their homeworks, training, studying like they're on some sort of auto pilot, they went to bed, alone for the first time in years, it really downed on them then, it's over, their home was gone, they both broke down, home was with their significant other, home was were they felt the love between the two of them, as they both cried alone, showing their hurt and weakness.

After hours of crying and begging for the other to come back, they both stared at the ceiling sending a curse to the heavens that broke them, that decided they didn't suffer enough in the past but had to suffer more, as Todoroki Enji looked at the small velvet box he was clutching onto, he opened it looking at the beautiful (gem) ring that he planned to give to her.. Well if she said yes of course "which you would have, wouldn't you my vixen", meanwhile said woman was curled in her bed unable to shed anymore tears, clutching her stomach she let out a dry chuckle that turned into a sob "it's OK my little angel, I love you, I'll always be here for you, sorry daddy won't be around, he's not a bad father I swear, I'm the bad mother, he... He doesn't even know you exist.. I'm sorry I know... He would have loved you"

Untold secrets, surprises that'd have brought laughs and tears of joy, brought pain onto two poor unfortunate souls that night.

END FLASHBACK

You sighed remembering these memories brought a heaviness on your chest, your refused to think about it anymore, otherwise you'd cry, now that would be hard to explain, why would the demon queen hero cry at a.... 'wait what are they talking about?' you thought focusing on them "while there's a massive increase in crime after the events of Kamino ward a couple of months ago in a lot of these areas there's a considerable drop in crime in these areas, we think it's due to the hero agencys there, as the zones are where the Endeavor, (H/N), Hawks, Edgeshot Miruko and lot more agencies and work areas are" 'ah right, crime stats, we're at that stage means next stage is... A word by the mentioned heroes... Great I wanna go back to kicking villain ass already, I have such high status cause I was doing my work not sitting in meetings.. This shit is useless, and seriously? You think? Of course it's because All Might retired AND was revealed to be a skeleton.. Haha... OK it's not funny... Nah it is... Speaking of which... I'm assuming Endeavor is pissed from becoming the top by default... Damn I hate becoming Two by default... Well damn... Would you look at that... Were where we promised No.1 Hero Endeavor, No.2 Hero (H/N)... Things didn't go as planned.. But we got there haha... FUCK! '.

You directed your eyes back at Endeavor, it hurt, really hurt, hearing on the news that he have been married, you really thought you could reconsile, yet he was avoiding you like the plague, like he hated your very existence, at first you decided to let him calm down and get his thoughts together, then you got busy with your child, after about a year his avoidance to you sky rocketed, he went from not looking your way for more than a couple seconds to totally ditch the room you are in the second you walked in, you pushed the thoughts to the back of your head and focused back on the speaker, and it was time for the heroes to speak, so Endeavor went first, speaking about efficiency and tactics and sidekicks, yadda yadda 'damn I forgot... He could be so boring sometimes... He's lucky I love listening to his voice anyway' you smiled slightly, not exactly listening to what he's saying more like listening to him, next was Hawks a new kid basically which wasn't here either 'heh kid can't even get to a meeting-oh dear I didn't just-... Fuck.... Damn kid is good tho he rose to the top real quick, good for him, if he keeps that up he'll pass All might himself... Now wouldn't that be cruel to Endeavor... And to me... That's gotta suck.. A kid surpassimg me? Heh yeah right' focusing now on other things to distract yourself from your memories you made a mental note to try harder somehow, maybe take on new districts, you were next, after making a comment about how you don't really like making speeches you went on and gave a small (kinda) speech, (can't think of anything) arrogantly expressing how good you are and how it'll just get better, you threw a few comments about being efficient and throwing shade on the other speakers while smirking at Endeavor who glared at you.

Later

"damn I am glad this is all over, I was starting to get a headache" he sighed walking out "it wasn't like you were focused (H/N)" you heard from behind you, turning around you came eye to eye with Endeavor, well chest even tho you were wearing heels and already tall, he towered over you (bruh like I'm 6'1... He ain't that much taller than me lol.. He intimidating tho) "well hello to you too Endeavor, what makes you so sure I wasn't focused?" you said crossing your arms, his eyes did a quick scan of you, you wore (idk choose what you want just make it formal, I hate when authors tell me what to wear lmao...) while you did the same to him" well you were too busy checking me out " he said crossing his arms as well, both of you not backing down 'as always' both of you thought.

"I wasn't checking you out, I was just looking" "for what exactly?" he narrowed his eyes "I don't know, to see if you're still in one piece, especially after all the madness that is Hosu and Kamino, that was kinda a bad situation while I was there in Kamino I wasn't in Hosu, All For One is a nightmare but Stain.... Its said he froze everyone with his blood lust" you smirked "well I handled it" he said growling "yeah I fucking saw that" you said "so.... How's it going? Other than the Hosu thing what did you do recently? And Kamino of course" you asked, he looked at you for a second as if thinking you're not serious about asking him but he sighed seeing you're serious "well, Shoto came to my agency for the internship, the school allowed first years to do them because of recent events" "right the USJ attack" you said.

"I heard through a trusted source that him and the green haired kid and the Iida kid are the ones who beat stain actually, right?" you said looking at him "how did you-" he was shocked then sighed "yeah, they did but because they didn't have their hero license they would have been expelled so it had to be covered up someone had to take the credit, and it happened to be me, I hate taking fake credit" he said annoyed "yeah, I know you always wanted to be the best by your own standards" you said and he looked at you with a soft expression, 'you always know me so well huh, can't believe some bastards actually think I took the credit because I wanted the fake glory' he thought while admiring you 'even after all these years' he sighed, you felt his gaze on you, as you fell into silence, trying to avoid the awkwardness you changed the subject "by the way Shoto doesn't seem like the type of kid to break the rules like that, and wasnt he supposed to be with you?" you asked and he hummed "the other two went there first then the Midoriya kid texted Shoto his location, he just left me on the street and ran there" he said shaking his head, you laughed slightly and nodded "yeah he seems close with that kid, especially with the sports festival fight" you said then suppressed a laugh "what?" he narrowed his eyes at you "nothing you're just kinda.... Funny.... SHOOTOOO" you said trying to copy him but breaking into laughter before that "OI... That's not suppossed to be funny" he grumbled "whatever you say" you said taking your breath.

You looked at him expecting him to be at least annoyed by your antics, yet he had a soft relaxed expression, you smiled at him "what?" you asked softly "nothing, it's just... It's been a while since I had a good conversation with someone" you smiled "really?, well good to know I'm up to your standards" you said, you two chatted for a while after that as you walked around the streets.

Endeavor couldn't help but crave you, your heart, your Love, your body, he wanted it all back, "and then that vigilante kid jumped into my fire to get the woman that was controlling the bees, I can't believe these vigilantes" he continued with the story you nodding "well it is reckless and out of the law to be a vigilante so I'll have to agree with you" you said as you both walked around, both of you having your hero suits with you, well... He just activated his quirk burning the suit to reveal his hero one underneath, now that shocked you for a second, while you (idk however you guys wanna do it, my OC has a pretty small suit... Kinda revealing lol.. So it doesn't take much space.. Can be carried anywhere... She also had it under her clothes.... Its kinda like League of Legends Jinx.. Kinda not totally).

You both attracted a lot of attention, and as always he just ignored them, you'd just wave at a random person, not out of accepting their over excited idiocy, but because you enjoyed watching them fall to the ground from how they're over reacting 'hehe.. Vixen' you thought, as he was telling you another story a bank alarm went off, both of you rushing there to stop the burglary but as you got there the thieves were all on the ground passed out, you both blinked in confusion, with your reaction time you should have gotten here fast "And next time think twice before breaking the law, because you'll find me in your way everytime, and it'll be over before you know it" yelled the hero that stopped them, flames engulfed her in a similar fashion to Enji's, her hair being on fire as well, her hero suit seeming to be the same as him except hers has the top half like a top showing her entire middle and arms, it worked in favor of showing her toned abs and biceps, while it'd have been inconvenient in the cold for anybody else, her flames eliminated that possibility " Fourth Rank Hell Queen Hero Inferno" Endeavor said looking at her "oh?.. ENDEAVOR SAN what brings you to my district? Oh and (H/N) too what a surprise.... wait what're you two doing together?" she asked jumping and landing infront of you two, standing at a height identical to Endeavor himself "pleasure to finally meet you, flame hero I gotta say you're my role model, we have the same quirks you see? You inspired me to become a hero" while you stared at both of them.

Endeavor heard what he always heard from his fans yet that girl wasn't being a fan girl, she spoke with bride and arrogance, she really meant her words yet she was professional and wasn't being an ass kiss like others, he took her outstretched hand shaking it "glad to hear it, more importantly glad to have a fan who can actually speak and use her brain" he said and she chuckled and smirked "damn must be my lucky day, getting such an acknowledgement, anyway what're you doing around here? You're kinda far from your agency, are you on a mission of some sort? Need a guide?" she asked "did neither of you really turn off your falmes on your hands?" you mumbled, both of them seeming to hear you they looked at you "flame heroes" said Inferno "(H/N) you're aware I'm fire proof right?" "right" you said wondering how she made him agree with her so fast.

"anyway... Why the hell didn't you attend the meeting?" you turned to her and asked her, she sighed "I was busy, every crook in the city lost their damn minds today" you said "it's mandatory to attend Inferno you could have left them to your sidekicks" she sighed "jeez Okaasan chill, I couldn't leave, my sidekicks are taking care of some things, there's just that much chaos around" she crossed her arms "right right still-" "besides if I went I would have just had to sit there while you ogled at Endeavor anyway" "OI! ZIP IT KID!" you yelled then glanced at Endeavor who gave you an amused look "wasn't staring huh?" he smirked "don't listen to her" "oh so you did~" she teased "NO!" "yes she did" "oooohhh damn" "shut up, and you need to catch up on what was said in the meeting" "you can brief me later woman"  she sighed "ne Endeavor San you were there as well right?" Endeavor looked at her " I was" "great maybe you can brief me too, ne tell me, not that I'm complaining but you don't talk to people that much, yet you're holding such along conversation with me, why's that?" Endeavor seemed surprised himself "me and your mother knew each other a while back we were just talking and then ran into you" he answered and she nodded Satisfied "wait... Mother... You knew Endeavor and didn't tell me? You could have let me meet him years ago!" she said " well we didn't talk for a while.. A few years that is" and as the conversation went on you guys stepped away from the scene, a totally different thought going through Endeavor's head and a similar yet different thought going through yours 'Okaasan? She's her daughter huh...so... Back then... '

FLASHBACK

A couple weeks after the fight they graduated high school and both of them focused on thier careers, she never came back to their apartment, they both had worked part time jobs and full time in summer since middle school and saved up, getting a good head start to their rent and the bills they'd have to pay, they'd have to work during UA and it'll be hard but they'll manage, as long as they get away from those hell holes, the ones they were raised in, wouldn't even call it home... It was hell, and they both escaped it into this haven they shared, well.. Not anymore.

As time went on, and as he realized how stupid his mentor is, it is true he depends on her on the battle field alot, but she depends on him too, they're both the power couple of the hero world Endeavor and (H/N) with how similar/opposing/complimentary their quirks are, they can deal with any situation with speed and efficiency no one else is capable of, he realized how he was a Fool for listening to his mentor, with a determined mind he left the agency after the day was over, walking in the cold weather, wasn't any trouble to him with his quirk, yet it brought a smile to his face thinking about her and how she loved (or hated if that's your preference) the winter, and the snow flakes, how even if she isn't cold (or cold) she'd still hold on to him wrapping her arm around his waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders, he smiled at the memories of them together, 'damn... We have a memory associated with everything' he sighed.

Buying her favorite flowers, a gift that he knew she'd like, at least he hoped she would with how mad she'd be at him, and a speech of apology that he prepared and embarrassimgly practiced, and the ring 'just in case' he thought 'just in case it all goes well, and I spontaneously propose I have the ring' he smiled, he really didn't mind if he'd have to beg for forgiveness, he acknowledged that he instigated the fight and escalated it while she was on the defensive, while he didn't let her even talk, he loved his Persephone and he'd throw away his ego for her.

Arriving at her house he sighed, it's been over a year, it shouldn't have taken me so long he thought, as he sighed going up the small steps and raising his hand to knock, he saw something that made him freeze on the spot, like his blazing quirk was replaced with ice, through the window by the door, he saw his beloved, as beautiful as ever with a child in her arms, an infant, a very small one at that, she smiled at the baby in her arms as she cooed softly for it, he couldn't see them clearly but there was someone sitting on the other side of the couch, 'no... That's not it, she's just babysitting or holding the baby for one of her stupid friends' he thought trying to convince himself that it's not true, as his thoughts raced he was interrupted by the cries of the child, he watched them again as she pulled the child closer to her chest giving it her nipple as it started feeding and stopped crying, it hurt hurt like having every bone in his body broken, hurt like he overheated himself 10 times over, hurt like acid running through his veins, with all the pain and heartbreak all common sense escaped him, that the child may be his, it looks like it's a couple months old, he failed to notice that the shadow of the unknown third party is her annoying cheerful friend who for some reason have always been at their home, she didn't even chatter with them she would just stay there with them. (best friends be like... Your home is my home too ha).

Turning around he walked down the steps, his fury so intense that his quirk burned uncontrollably disintegrating the gifts he brought for her, except a single red rose that he had added to the flowers collection ironically due to a comment about his hair from her, the red rose had Slight burns on it and it laid on top of snow covered in ashes.

Five Seconds

Five seconds, If you looked at the window by the door five seconds earlier you'd have seen him.

Noticing a sudden brightness that disappeared outside your friend looked at you questioningly, the light seemed to grab your little girl's attention as she stopped crying becoming fuzzy as she twisted around in your arms reaching her hands up curling her hands in a graby motion, you shushed her as your friend went to check.

Walking outside (F/N) saw the rose and the ashes she realized what might happened, and as she contemplated it she realized that if (Y/N) finds this she'll be broken again, she'll go after him and he won't even let her explain, they'll fight again and he'll abandon her again, seeing her broken for the first time was painful enough, she sighed picking up the rose and tucking it away in her jacket creating a wind draft that blew the ash covered snow away "what is it?" came your voice from being her "is something out there?" you asked looking at her "no... Its nothing" she said closing the door.

Shrugging you went back to calming down your baby "you look so much like your daddy, my sweet little burning flame, my Kouen" you sang to her softly putting her to sleep, she had her dad's hair and eyes, she was stubborn even as a baby, she was born prematurely and heavily underweight, which is why she looks so small for a 6 months old, the doctors told you she might not make it but as you spoke to her daily in the incubator, telling her to fight and live, she kept fighting and you managed to return home with your baby, your reminder of your lover, such an amazing thing you two created, oh how you wished she met her dad, how you wished to see him carry her "you are looking for him aren't you? You're wondering where daddy is, God you'd have been such a daddy's girl" you cried as you talked to her.

If only... If only he rang the bell that day, if only your friend told you what she found then maybe, maybe it'd have gone differently.

END FLASHBACK

By now you had walked to Inferno's agency and went to her office (look ya'll gonna be having some conversations that don't belong in the streets OK? OK)

"So Okaasan?" he asked "hm? Oh right, (H/N) is my mother, what didn't tell him you got a kid... Damn that's cold" "hush "Endeavor San did she tell you about me?" "she didn't" he said looking at you "it didn't come up" you said, "oh OK then... if that's the case allow me to reintroduce myself, the Hell Queen Hero Inferno, daughter of the Demon Hero (H/N), no clue who my dad is tho, never met the guy" she said shrugging, "Inferno, that's enough" Endeavor seemed intrigued "you never met your father?" "nah never, mom says it's complicated" she shrugged, both of them looking at you "what?.. What do you want? I'm not opening this subject again Kou" "Kou?" Endeavor looked at her "ugh dammit woman! The Name's Kouen or Kou-Kun, Kou sounds too soft and childish" she crossed her arms "Kouen, enough" "Kouen? Like flames or prominence" Endeavor asked "hm? Oh yeah like that she wouldn't tell why she named me that either, gotta have to do with my flame quirk" she said emphasizing on it by manipulating her flames, turning it off as well.

"see? I do have hair I just choose to keep it on fire" Endeavor stared at her, now without her flames he can see her more clearly, the red short hair on her head, not a shade different from his own, her sapphire eyes that had the same shine to them, her facial features while feminine yet harsh, resembled his own way too much, the confident posture, the way she talks, somehow.. Somehow his same attitude, "interesting... so if you don't mind me asking how old are you?" he said "oh I'm 28 mom had me at 18.. Kinda irresponsible don't you think?" "irresponsible indeed" he said and she nodded turning her flames back on " yeah, she said she knew my quirk since I was born, good thing she went after my fire quirk not Demon Quirk, as you might know I have a hybrid quirk, her Demon and Flame, would have been weird" she said (Her quirk is a perfect mix, she has the perfect hybrid quirk) "agreed, so (Y/N) care to join the conversation?" Endeavor said looking at you who was standing there silently, you sighed "yeah, going the fire way was the right call" "you guys are on first name? Damn what'd I miss?" she asked "Kouen dear... Care to go over there for a sec? I need to talk to Endeavor about something" you said using your authoritive voice, even tho it was rarely effective "why? What do you wanna talk to him about all of a sudden that's a secret?" "Kouen please.. Now" you asked again "Inferno, care to give us a moment, I have something to ask her too" Endeavor said and she looked at him and sighed "sure thing, I'll be over there, just yell for me when you're done" with that she walked away.

Endeavor looked at you questioningly crossing his arms "so you have a daughter, a flame quirk daughter who's 28?"

You looked at him quietly, guilt and anxiety filling you " yes.... I do" you sighed "and she doesn't have a father, never met him and you never told her who he is" "I didn't want her to go chase him, in case he didn't want her, I didn't know... What he wanted" you sighed looking down, taking a deep breath you looked up at him, instead of anger or anything of the sort you saw patience, and hope "is she..." he asked, not dating to complete the question in fear of disappointment in case if the universe is just that cruel to him "she's your daughter" you said "I was pregnant, that day.... I was going to tell you... But then we had that fight and I just... " you took a deep breath "I didn't know what to do, whether to tell you or not, not like you'd listen to me anyway, you started avoiding me after that" he sighed "I did, God... I can't believe that I... Missed Twenty Eight years of my daughter's life.. Yet again... It was my fault" he said looking to the ground "Enji no... It was both of our fault, we should have listened to each other, we've always been so.... Aggressive and hot headed, we dug our own graves basically I should have told you maybe... "  "I knew" he interrupted you.

"what?" you looked at him, he hung his head down, taking a deep breath he looked at you, regret and pain in his eyes "I went to your house, over year after it all ended, I nearly knocked but then...then I saw you, sitting there with someone next to you, sitting there with an infant in your arms you looked so happy and content, with some other guy, with his child, Cobra's (your work studies Pro) words ringing in my ears, that you're not loyal to me, that you used me and didn't love me."he said looking at you" even... I even went to you that day cursing him and his teachings, his false ideals, cursing what he did to us, you know I found out he fired you? He told me that you quite" he  said "God you're such an idiot you know that?" you sighed then looked at him "I know" he said looking at you "wow he even admits it" you smirked.

"That day... When you saw another guy with me... You didn't really see them right?" you asked he looked at you confused shaking his head "thought so, well that was (F/N) she was staying over to help me take care of your very fuzzy stubborn ass daughter, damn she's stubborn as hell as you can see" "I should have checked, I should have known, I KNEW that you're loyal to me, just I should have asked you" he said, his flames all going out "man you really deserve a slap for all this, or a punch" you sighed shaking your head "you're right, I do, you can go ahead I was a terrible boyfriend, an even worse father to her, and to my other children he said taking a deep breath closing his eyes and opening them again.

"later, not in front of your daughter.. Now why don't you go introduce yourself?" he looked at you shocked "what? You're not mad at me? At all?" "No, I'm not..we've already spent so long mad at each other, look where it got us, let's just throw away all the anger and just... Live, and you're not off the hook yet... your next mission is to go to your daughter and tell her you're her dad, to be fair I do have a lot of the blame, when she was a child she connected the dots, how we were in the same year and how she's basically a copy of you, and the quirk.. God... She didn't even ask she straight up Said 'Endeavor is my dad' and I spent the entire day proving her wrong... So it's not only on you and damn is that kid smart"  you said crossing your arms sighing.

he looked at you in shock "so she knows?" "pretty sure she does, she's just pretending to have bought my lie" "right" looking behind him he looked at her, she was standing at the other end of her office looking at you both intently, waiting for this 'talk' to be over, Endeavor signaled her to come over and she walked to you guys "sooo... That looked deep... This isn't a business talk at all... Looked personal" Kouen said she stood in front of you "no it isn't" you said "Enji?" "more first name basis? Wow" she said looking at him "Inferno... So I don't even know how to say this, and I'm terrible in these things but... Look Me and your mother used to date in high school, we broke up, due to my mistake and.... I'm your father I know I haven't been there for you at all, I don't have the right to ask you to forgive me but I'll try.. I'll try to be the father you imagined me to be a hero that you're proud of- huh" not letting him even finish she hugged him "I've always been proud of you, that's the first thing I told you when we met dammit" she said holding on to him tightly, "you didn't know, when I met you today I knew it's my chance to reveal who I am to you, that's why I told you all that ya know? I ain't that chatty with people" Endeavor stood there not knowing what to do for a second he was shocked, but slowly he wrapped his arms around her, pulling you close as well the three of you stood there just holding each other.

The heavens are done punishing him, the heavens are done punishing you, apparently now... Now you can be together, even if it's a bit complicated.

TIMESKIP

Kouen met Shoto and apparently they both bonded, in some weird way, Natsou and Fuyumi as well "well we lived in the same house as him yet we didn't see him so there isn't a difference between us at all" Natsou scoffed "Natsou that's not appropriate! Come on" Fuyumi said "it's OK, Fuyu don't worry about it" Kouen said "he's stating his opinion" they all talked for a while before Kouen had to excuse herself "sorry guys I have to go, I have a meeting with Hawks and Dad in Kyushu, you guys are going to your mom right? Want me to drop you off?" she asked "no it's OK we got it" Natsou said "You don't wanna be late for meeting up with Hawks right Ne-chan?" Fuyumi teased making the older girl go red "O...Oi shut it... I'm going to meet dad not that fried chicken" he flames turning on Fuyumi giggled as Natsou wiggled his eyebrows "ah huh right right, more like a hot fried chicken" Natsou said "JUST GO ALREADY YOU TWO" she yelled making them laugh at her while she marched away from them using her flames she propelled herself forward flying to Kyushu (ya know like FIRESTORM in Flash and Legends).

LATER

The attack goes the same with addition to Inferno helping in slowing down high-end when Endeavor was temporarily down, put getting tossed onto buildings as well, and her helping with the flying up cause she's fire proof unlike Hawk's feathers, she separates right before he turns hood into a mini sun, in her fall she notices Dabi in the distance, yet when She lands she ig ores it to make sure dad is fine first, cries tears of joy when he's standing, goes to him and is ready to smack a hoe whne Dabi shows, he isn't fazed until Miruko shows up like what happened in the Manga.

TIMESKIP

A couple weeks after, Endeavor leaves the hospital, While Kouen didn't have the same injuries as him she got a pretty bad hit which endangered her life, the heavens decided to be merciful again and let her live and walk out there with HIM "you know, mom is going to kill us right?" Kouen said, Endeavor shook his head "that's what I'm dreading" he sighed making her laugh at him as they both went home, Endeavor still lived at his house but he'd come to their house from time to time, now he went their cause (Y/N) said she'll take care of her two heroes "after she kicks their asses she means" Endeavor muttered as they reached the house, as they got in (Y/N) told them to rest, not five seconds later they both had to dodge the chancla (lmao) "dammit woman!" they both said simultaneously "nuh uh, you two don't get to sync on me! And you two don't get to get THAT injured on me" smacking both their heads hard she returned to making the food as they complained about her hitting injured people.

You sighed making them their dinner, normal homemade ramen for Enji, a death penalty of spicy ramen to Kouen, you smiled softly hearing them talking about how she's too rough on two injured heroes in the line of duty, sighing your thoughts drifted to his other kids and his wife, yes you knew their story, yes you knew what happened but you couldn't help but feel you're stealing him from his wife somehow, like you're the bad person, but yet again what happened to you two wasn't fair, the cruelty of the universe stole him from you so you shall steal him back, you're fighting a war, a war with destiny, and you shall win, it's fair right? Yeah it is, you grinned its all fair when it comes to love "it's all fair in love and war my love~".

After dinner was served you guys just rested all day, with them both asking you for stuff "I swear to God you two sound like whining 5 year Olds" you said getting them another thing, five minutes later they were about to ask you something "next one who asks for something ridiculous I'll break another bone of yours!" you threatened shutting them both.

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"love you" both of them said and smirked at you

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"fine what do you want?" dammit.

TIMESKIP

The window opened as the mysterious figure climbed in through with ease, looking at the peacefully sleeping woman, with hatred, she looked so beautiful, so perfect, so disgusting!

The figure grabbed the woman with ease covering her mouth, as she struggled she couldn't break free, she couldn't move, they were so strong, everybody peacefully asleep, unaware of the horror that's happening, looking at her attacker her eyes widened, she was in shock, her attacker smirked, the white haired woman tried to scream but she couldn't, the gloved hand that covered her mouth wouldn't let up "hello Rei-San" said the (h/c) woman with a sickeningly sweet smile, "you might be wondering why am I here... Well... Let's just say this... After so many years... I've been reunited with the love of my life and I won't let anybody get in my way... You are an obstacle, unfortunately for you... I'll have to get rid of you" you sang as you knocked over the base that held the beautiful withering flower "what a shame.... You were also doing so great... But you had a sudden psyche break.... And you decided to... End it all... End the pain" you sang sweetly, using your quirk to control her, her struggling stopped as she got up quietly, tearing down object after object, throwing around such precious letters that she had, pulling her hair, scratching her self, she looked down grabbing the broken shards of glass, she looked at you with hopeful puppy eyes, too sweet innocent, with such fear behind them, begging you to let her go, you nodded go ahead and she smiled "yes Master" she said in a sweet obedient voice, looking back down her hands, she brought the glass to her wrists and started cutting, cut after cut after cut till her arm was covered in cuts, then her other arm as tears slipped passed her fearful yet giddy eyes, her white clothes were covered in beautiful crimson color, her legs were next, looking at you again "come on baby.. Don't be afraid, it'll feel good I promise~" she smiled again, grabbing the pen from the floor she held it tightly in her hand making a string fist, pushing it full force she stabbed her eye, pulling it out she looked at you "master" "it's OK baby go ahead~" you smiled in approval, with a grin she aimed the pen again "thank you Master" she said in her cute obedient voice sending the pen through her other eye, pulling it out she dropped it to the floor "Master?" "I'm here. My sweet pet.... Now sit there like a God dog" "Hai" "dogs don't talk.. Hmm... Oh I know... We can just.." Raising her hand with the glass she stuck her tongue out, pushing the piece of glass through she cut through it till it was off, vocal cords next, somehow knowing where to cut exactly, reaching the glass she started cutting through them, choking on her blood and beading out, she sat there obediently, as blood and tears fell from her eyes, "good girl... Now.. Die" she sat there for a couple more seconds then dropped dead, drowned in her blood and having bled out, as the crimson surrounded her, you almost felt jealous " don't worry my little puppy, you can keep (F/N) company in hell hehehe~"

Going out the window like you came in, leaving no trace at all of your existence you smiled as you looked at the moon "my beloved is mine now... And mine alone"

TIMESKIP

You were sitting in the living room watching the news, this being your day off, you looked up at Enji and smiled "hey my love, come join me" he smiled at you, drying his hair having just came out of the shower, he only had pants on, as you admired his strong muscles he sat next to you, giving you a sweet kiss unlike the passionate ones you usually shared "you looked at him and smiled "what? You seem to be in a very good mood today did something happen?" "it's nothing" Enji answered looking away "I just... I'm happy... I got you back my Persephone" he said making you giggle "my beloved Hades, I'll always come back for you" cuddling closer together you decided to find a movie or something to watch.

Later

You both just sat there, watching movies, and messing around... Doing some adult Tango, you were both just relaxing when Enji's phone rang, you both ignored it for a while but then he looked at it due to the persistence of the caller, looking at it he saw Shoto's number he answered "SHOOTOOOO" you put your hand on your mouth to cover your laugh "what is it?" "come to mom's hospital quick" came Shoto's panicked voice "what?.. Why what's going on?" "I don't know, I came to visit her but they won't let me in, there are police cars around, they're saying I shouldn't go in there" "OK... Calm down... I'm on my way" hanging up he got up to get dressed, you looked at Enji "what is it?" "I don't know, Shoto called from the hospital there's something wrong" he said sighing "SHOTO'S AT THE HOSPITAL? Is he hurt? Is one of kids? Was it another villain attack?" you panicked, he smiled, God he loved how you worried about these little kids it made his heart flutter, then shook his head "no they're OK, they're at Rei's hospital, he said they won't let him in and there's police cars around" you looked at him shocked "shit... Is Rei OK?" you asked "I don't know that's what I'll have to figure out" he then looked at you weird "wait... Did you just ask if Rei is OK? And with such concern?" you huffed "we're actually friends just so you know" you crossed your arms "is that so"he said watching you get dressed" yes, we talk a lot.. I go there when I have time... I'm coming with, I wanna make sure Rei is alright" "alright then hurry up" you glared at him as you quickly got dressed "well excuse me my suit isn't as easy as yours" soon you both left for the hospital, one unaware of what awaits at their destination, the other playing her act very well.

Later

Arriving at the hospital the three kids were standing there anxiously as the fourth was trying to calm them down "guys, come on it may just be because of the recent villain attacks and all that" Kouen tried calming them down, the second you two walked in they all ran up to you "Oyaji make them tell us what's going on in here?" Shoto started immediately " I got this, calm down, where is the person in charge here?" walking up to Rei's doctor after spotting him "what's going on here?" he asked him "what's with the police and preventing the kids from going in?" the Doctor looked at them with a sad and devastated look, "sir, there was.... Something happened yesterday, during the night, we're not sure what may have triggered her but-" the Doctor was evading, getting impatient Natsou stormed past the guards taking them by surprise unable to stop him, like a domino effect, he was immediately followed by his siblings, and Enji and you, reaching the room first taking a look inside " Okasa- huh?" he froze, a look of terror in his eyes, "Natsou what's wrong?" Shoto reaching him second he looked inside and like his brother he froze, Kouen was next seeing the scene before her she was shocked, snapping out of her trance just in time to pull Fuyumi's fave into her chest to stop her from seeing, but she got a glimpse, and it was enough to throw her into tears "w... Wait.. What.. What was that? O... Okasan?..what" as Kouen hid her sister's face both you and Enji stared in shock at the scene before you, the scene seemed to be out of a horror movie, a nightmare the the silence was deafening, till a scream of pain erupted from Natsou, followed by Shoto, and Fuyumi, your tears just falling silently "Rei... What the hell" you looked at the doctor grabbing him by the collar "what the hell happened here!" you glared at him, it wasn't a question, it was a a demand for and answer "she... She did that" he fearfully admitted "what?" "the hell are you talking about?" as he now got attacked by the questions of everybody each yelling and screaming and demanding answers "I don't know... We found her like that in the morning, she seemed to have some sort of psyche attack, it's undetectable, it happens to a lot of people from different ages, and lives and jobs, she destroyed everything around her then did this" he fearfully let out "destroyed everything? That must have made a lot of noise, why did nobody check on her?" Endeavor asked glaring at him "I don't know, I wasn't here at night" "then who was" Inferno asked glaring at him "I don't know.. I don't know" "there isn't a single drop of blood in some of the scattered things, the ones further away from her, the destruction was done before she bled, meaning if you Checked the commotion you'd have caught her before she did anything" Inferno stated, while that increased the chaos, it wouldn't change anything, she's gone.

At the funeral, a lot of tears were shed, a lot of pain and anguish, a lot of perfect acting, a lot of comfort for the hurting friend, that lost her new friend, a lot of comfort from her beloved.

If only, if only on that day (F/N) told you what she found, then Rei would have lived, then these kids would have been yours, if only she spoke, then she wouldn't have been in hell with Rei.

FLASHBACK

"(Y/N)... Come on stop..." your friend struggled, "then tell me, what're you hiding" you said, holding her tightly "I'm not hiding anything" she said struggling to get away, your quirk was way more superior to her air manipulation, she could only manipulate small portions, while your demon quirk did a lot, "yes you are" you said, using your quirk you put her in a trance, "confess" "It was my fault the dog got out, I left the door open" "dumb bitch, Kouen will kill you" "yeah, but I'm more scared of you, you'll kill me of you find out" you narrowed your eyes at her "if I find out what?" "that I didn't tell you... About Todoroki" you looked at her now curious and angry "what about him? (F/N)" fear filled her eyes "that he he came here" "WHAT?" you see in shock "the hell did you do? Why did you never tell me?" "because he left, he saw you with Kouen, he saw you with the baby, I think he thought it isn't his and that you moved on so he left, when I went out to check that flare of light, I found ashes, all over the snow, I found a single half burned red rose, so I hid it it, I hid it all, I knew you'll run after him, I knew you'll fight and that he'll break your heart again I couldn't" she said crying, you looked at her with anger and hate "so he came here! Before he moved on, before he married and you didn't tell me, that's why he started avoiding me so much, he thinks I moved on from him, now he's married, and has two kids, my chance is gone.. Because of YOU" you yelled in anger releasing your control "please I was just trying to help-" "silence!.... 7 years! 7 years I could have had him! 7 years we would have lived together! And for more years to come! You're a fucking whore! What were you jealous of me? For having a lover? While nobody even looked at you?" you yelled "that isn't it! I was just" "just what? Worried about me? I've always fought with him, that's how we always have been, you tried using your brain, that's the problem (F/N) you're a stupid bitch who ruined everything!" your friend cried "I just tried to help" she got up to leave but froze, your control on her again "now where do you think you're going?" you looked at her smiling maniacally "we're not done here"... 5 months.... 5 months you tortured her, 5 months for the 7 years she took away from you, you would have went longer, but she was too weak, and died.

If only

If only, you didn't try to play the hero, General studies trash 'if only you trusted my strength and told me what happened... Then we wouldn't have gone through that'

END FLASHBACK

Everybody went home that day, depressed, questioning what happened to her all of a sudden, the havens are really cruel huh... They had to take such a delicate loving woman in such a cruel way, as each one of them ran to their lovers for comfort, one woman was in no need of comfort, for she was a demon in human disques.

TIMESKIP

This is after the Endeavor hero agency arc, after the Ending attack.

Man you felt tired, it's like you were frozen but it was quit the opposite, you layed on the ground coughing as blue flames surrounded you "how sad... Hero" you heard the teasing voice of Dabi "you really are weak.... Don't deserve your rank at all" he said pinning you down sitting on top of you to prevent your movements, "look at you.. So pathetic" "if you're gonna kill me then do it already, a hundred other heroes will take my place, and bring you down" you grunted and coughed out blood, Dabi looked at you shocked for a second then laughed maniacally "man that is good... That is good (H/N) they usually, beg for their lives by now.. But no actually, I'm not doing this to stop the heroes.. I'm doing this to hurt him" he grinned you looked at him shocked "what?" "well killing you will hurt Endeavor badly, I'd have gone after the one that looks like him but it's harder to fight fire with fire I have other plans for her anyway I need her alive for them.... oh? Don't tell me you don't know? Well I'll explain to you, before you die you have the right to know anyway.... " ya'll insert his reveal and the message that was broadcasted by the hacker guy it's too long to type and this is too long already.

" so... As you can see here... Dear beloved woman of my father killing you will hurt him, and her, her flames of revenge will burn bright, as she tries to kill her mother's killer, would she have the heart to kill her dear brother? Would dear dad let her? Would he stop her? Or would he join her? Would his perfect creation Shoto take his brother's side? Or would he take the side of a half sister he just knew and a father that he despises, what about Natsou... And Fuyumi too... Oh and Okasan you know it's wormg to try and steal a married man? Well I'm not one to judge...hahaha.. A lot of possibilities here, too sad you won't live to see them" as he spoke he started burning, stronger and stronger, by the time he was done it was excruciating, "you're... wrong" you coughed "huh?" "you're wrong Touya" you smiled at him, a maniacal smile rivaling his own, paralyzing him... "What the hell is wrong with that woman? She's insane" "you made a big mistake Touya~" you sang his name, he froze 'the hell?' "what the hell are you talking about? Why aren't you screaming in pain? Why aren't you dying!" "hahaha hahaha the thing is... You just threatened my darling, and I just..... Can't let you live to do any of that haha haha" you laughed pushed him off, fear crawled up his back, paralyzing him, as you walked closer to him, the flames burning your flesh you just grinned at him "wh... What are you!" "me?... I'm the demon dero my dear... What exactly did you think demon hero meant?" he leaned down towards him "those who fought me, and were worthy, got to see it, my other form" you laughed looking at the scared Dabi "don't worry it's not that baad~ my beloved Enji saw it before, he said it's not scary" you grinned as your form shifted, into a much taller creature, it was covered in shadows, eyes glowing red, sharp massive teeth glowing "demons are made of fire Touya~ we don't burn in fire, we strive in it, we crave it!"

Dabi stared at the demon in fear as the demon reached its claws for him, just before he was grabbed, a portal opened suclimg him in, the demon screamed in anger, losing its Prey, its OK.. However... It'll get its chance again someday.

After All

All Is Fair In Love And War

Right?

"...... After All Touya is such a beautiful name~" Dabi or Touya sang as he danced on top of Machia "come dance with your son in hell Endeavor"

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"... I really enjoyed what I did to Hawks actually... It was very satisfying"

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Meanwhile the broadcast explained everything, including the illegitimate child of Endeavor, and the scandal with Endeavor and (H/N)

As Enji just froze, and Shoto fought, Kouen was torn between her revenge and her brother, her family... They wouldn't want her to kill Touya.

As the battle progressed she made up her mind, she'll get revenge, for Her lover, he hurt Hawks, he destroyed his quirk, he tarnished his image, he nearly killed him, he put him in pain and suffering.

It wasn't fair, what happened to him, but she'll fix it. She'll kill Dabi for him.

After All

All Is Fair In Love And War.

END ?

DAMN FINALLY!

(I don't specify a gem as you can choose your fave as I prefer rubies due to their intense red color... With a black band instead of silver.. Introducimg my dream ring lmao... Also in Japan proposals aren't the same as in US and other similar countries but this was a more obvious way of showing the events)

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

If you could change ten things about Teen Wolf what would you change??

OMG BUCKLE DOWN BECAUSE IT’S GONNA BE A LONG ONE! Do asks have a word limit? Guess we gonna find out! (Sometimes I wish I could speak these replies, they sound much funnier when I am speaking out loud to myself and then they are just weird and flat typed up but I DIGRESS! I do that a lot, have you noticed? Doesn’t matter.)

(Also, I did put a “Keep Reading” but for some reason it’s not working. Or it’s not showing as working on my end. But it’s right under this paragraph I swear so if it’s not working, that isn’t on me....)

1) SO! Trauma. People be dealing with their traumas. That’d be a thing I’d like, thank you. Like, I’m sorry, but there is a fuckton of trauma in this show and everyone like, goes to bed at night and wakes up cured. Like MAGIC! I mean, yes, I get that magic is a thing in the show (is it? I mean kind of? Idk, I never saw past season 4, they alluded to magic and then SNATCHED THAT AWAY so, side-note, that’s coming up later!) But yes, I would’ve very much liked for people to, you know, deal with their traumas in a realistic fashion. Let’s get some therapy going, or like, idk, some actual negative reactions to thing! They kind of had that with Stiles every now and then, but he seemed to be up and down episode to episode so like, it’d be like they wrote an episode where he reacts to what happened to him and then four episodes have gone by where he’s fine and the writers were like “OH YEAH SHIT HE JUST MURDERED LIKE A WHOLE HOSPITAL, make him have a panic attack randomly over dropping milk, that balances out, excellent, we’re so smart.” So yes. DEAL. WITH. THE. TRAUMA! Thanks.

2) LESS CHARACTERS, MORE DEVELOPMENT! I mentioned this in another recent ask about relationships but like, they just kept shoving characters in there. Like one of those clown cars. So we got like, 30% character development on the core group and then the rest was like “wait, who are you again?” Like, legit, I have a bad memory, you put too many people in front of me, I ain’t gonna remember them unless they have a good personality or a reason to be there. And like, develop their relationships! Not even romantically, but like, Scott’s mom loves Scott, that is sweet and lovely, but like, we never really… see… that… developed? Idk man, like again, I have a bad memory, but when you really develop relationships WELL (ex: Brooklyn-nine-nine), that shit sticks with you and you CARE about people. The friendships are important, and the familial relationships are important and just developing all the dynamics is important! They spent more time showcasing how much everyone hated each other and lied to each other and stuff and that just got really tiring. Yes, you’re allowed to get mad at your friends, but if you’re a Werewolf, and your human friend is calling you when there is a fucking monster running around killing people, can you maybe stop making out with your girlfriend and answer your phone so your friend isn’t treading water with a 200+ pound Werewolf for 2 hours? Like, JUST SAYING! (Spoiler alert: Me and Scott would not be close friends. Like, I think we’d be friends, but not so much that I’d trust him with my life. If I wanted to grab pizza and a movie, maybe play some video games, he sounds like a treat, but if my life was in danger, thanks I be callin’ someone who answers their phone).

3) Actual consequences for their actions! Okay like, I am also guilty of this in fanfic, but at the same time, my writing is free, I don’t get paid for it, and I write what I want because that’s how it works, so I can do whatever I please (If I wanna make the Hales royalty for the millionth time, ain’t nobody gonna stop me!). But like, when you are a legit paid screenwriter who is writing a show? Consequences! Just because it’s a show about Werewolves doesn’t mean there can’t be any consequences! Like, the best scene, and I feel like we can agree, because fuck it like, hurt my soul and my heart and I was just so like ;~; was when the sheriff got fired (fired? suspended? TEMPORARILY UNEMPLOYED!) because Stiles stole a police van when they locked Jackson up in it. Like, that shit was REAL LIFE CONSEQUENCES for actions, and that shit was intense and it HURT and omg I loved it! Give me more of that! Like, I’m sorry, but you gonna tell me Nogistune!Stiles walked through the hospital murdering a bazillion people and not one camera was working the whole time? Not one? Nobody saw that? Nobody went “hey, isn’t that the sheriff’s kid?” Like, CAN. YOU. IMAGINE?! That would’ve been so amazing, a bunch of episodes of the pack scrambling to keep the Supernatural a secret while also trying to stop Stiles from GETTING ARRESTED because saying “Sorry ma’am, I was possessed by a demon fox who likes chaos and thought murdering a bunch of people would be fun” ain’t gonna fly in court and the FBI sure isn’t gonna believe that but like, UGH! Again, bad memory, but was the fact that Dark!Stiles wandered through the hospital killing people EVER brought up again???? CONSEQUENCES. Woulda really liked that.

4) STOP with unnecessary romances. Like, yeah, I get it, the allos like their romances, but shockingly, you can still have a good show without focussing on the romance. Like, it can be there, I’m not saying don’t put it in, I’m saying DON’T MAKE IT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! Like, the entirety of season one was Scott chasing Allison and Stiles chasing Lydia. This… this does not make an interesting show? Like, is that just me? And then as the season progressed, EVERYONE had to be in a relationship? WHY? Again, haven’t seen past season four, but I mean, I know Scott and Kira were a thing, and then Stiles and Malia, and Liam and some… person? Idk. And Ethan and Danny (congrats Jeff, you get to tick your “I had representation in my show!” box, well done, gold star, or whatever). And Isaac and Allison, and Melissa and Chris (apparently?). And then Stydia was alluded as being canon, and Scott ended up with Malia somehow?? And Derek slept with half the town and all of Mexico, idek. Like, stop it. Stop. Shows work without everything being about everyone banging each other. (See again: Brooklyn-nine-nine, or Avatar the Last Airbender, or The Good Place, or even fucking Supernatural!) You can have a good, interesting story without everyone banging each other. It ain’t necessary.

5) More actual storytelling (again, this woulda worked better without the unnecessary romances taking up 49 of the 50 minutes of air-time). Like, yes, I get it, pilot’s gotta have some pizzaz! Gotta be spicy and sparkly to make people interested (and like, fucking hell, all I can remember of the pilot is sobbing Allison soaking wet–LIKE, WAS THAT NECESSARY???–about the dog she hit and oh noes is it dead well thank God the lead character works for a vet! And somehow has keys and access to the whole clinic like nbd at all hours? Whatever. I wasn’t even allowed inside my blockbuster as a shift lead if it was off-hours but apparently a high school student doing paperwork at a vet clinic is different, I’m not a vet so what do I know? I HAD A BAD DAY OKAY, I GOT FEELINGS ABOUT THIS RN!) I went off-topic, what was I saying? Oh yes, storytelling. You know what woulda been nice? Werewolves! It happens, we find out about Laura, we find out about Werewolves, Scott gets bitten, all that jazz. And then like… ease in the Hunters? Like, why was there Laura/Derek, Peter, AND the Hunters all crammed into the pilot? Yes, I get it, you need the SUSPENSE and the DRAMA, but you can do that without the Hunters right off the bat. Just, how CONVENIENT~ that the same day Derek and Laura come back, Hunters move to town? That’s just lazy, and again, I can be guilty of laziness, I admit to it, but I literally get paid in—like, do hearts count? I get paid in hearts and pats on the back for my fics, I can write whatever I want. If you’re getting paid to write something, try a bit harder, yes? Yes???

What number am I on? Oh good Lord, I got things to say, okay.

6) MAGIC! Can you like—I feel like this one is self-explanatory. Stiles did the whole mountain ash thing in season one, and it was SO PROMISING, and then that just died. It died like Maes Hughes getting shot in a phonebooth (spoiler, but really, you haven’t seen that yet, that’s a you problem). Why even bother introducing magic if you weren’t gonna use it? Like, was it because people like Stiles more than Scott and the showrunner was like “nonono. If we make him magic, he’s TOO cool, and then Scott is unimportant.” I mean, you coulda worked that in your favour, but no. You just murdered the fuck out of it, like straight up took it out back and shot it. Like, yeah, Derek went kiddo again and Jennifer was apparently all magic beauty spell or whatever, but like?? That’s it??? You had a show about Werewolves and you didn’t even try to make it more interesting by making some of the characters magic? Lydia’s basically the closest and they didn’t even explain her powers that well. Magic would’ve been dope and they totally shoved that to the side. That was dumb. Shoulda done something with that.

7) Explain things more? Don’t mention them once and then do nothing? Like, we got some brief stuff about anchors, and emissaries (which are super duper secret according to Deaton but then like, EVERYONE KNOWS HE IS EMISSARY SO WHICH IS IT DEATON? YOU TELL ME!) Like, they had so much opportunity to talk about so many things and again, maybe that comes out more in the later seasons, idk, but they likely coulda done with more explanations and they didn’t and this angers me GREATLY. They mention something once and then it never comes up again. That’s some Lost bullshit right there. Don’t start something if you’re not gonna commit. You tell me the beginning of the story, I wanna fucking know the end, don’t forget halfway through and wander away, that ain’t right, I NEED ANSWERS JEFF! And like, as above, never really got Lydia’s powers. I know what a Banshee is, but her powers did NOT make sense to me. Idk, could just be that I’m dumb, but similarly, don’t write something so convoluted that it confuses people, that is also dumb. As dumb as I am so like, well done there. And also do we get more on Parrish? I know he’s a Hellhound, but how does one get born a Hellhound and not know until you are conveniently lit on fire by someone trying to kill you for money? (Also, you bean, you absolute treasure, “I’m worth five dollars?” You’re so cute. Silly child.) I feel like being a Hellhound is something that woulda come up before getting barbecued in his cruiser. Like, he works a stressful job, you gonna tell me not ONCE while getting shot at he didn’t have a massive heart attack over a close call and like, burst into flames? No? Is that just a me thing? I feel like the slightest annoyance and I’d be fully on fire, not gonna lie. (I’d be on fire a LOT… CLEARLY I AM AN ANGRY PERSON! No, that’s not true. No yes it is, I am angry, but more angry lately because I’m sleep-deprived and work is dumb ANYWAY back to this)

8) EMBRACE THE SIDE CHARACTERS! Okay, so MAYBE Scott is meant to be the golden child. The Dick Grayson of the show, if you will. The original Robin, the creme de la creme. That’s all fine and dandy if he is, no judgement (little judgement), but you know what you don’t do when your side characters are getting a lot of attention and love? What you DO NOT do is give them less screen time. Because then you’re being petty and, shockingly, you get more positive results when you give the fans what they want. I’m not talking about pairings, because everyone is different, and you can’t cater to everyone, but like, the more people moved away from liking Scott, the harder the showrunners pushed him into our faces. And like, that isn’t how this works. If I like side character 87 a lot, and the lead’s getting annoying, you know what’s gonna make me NOT watch the show? Cutting out side character 87 (hey, for shits and gigs, let’s call him DANNY, just, not coincidentally at all) and then just shoving the lead into my face. That is what makes someone go “Well, four seasons is enough, I can happily live knowing I didn’t waste my life watching two more of them.” Like??? I’m not saying cut out Scott, because the show is ABOUT Scott, but the more everyone tried to showcase how amazing and wonderful and pure and perfect he was, the more annoying it got? Like, Scott has flaws. THEY ALL HAVE FLAWS! If you don’t admit that they all have flaws, it gets boring, and you hate the characters. I know that Scott turned into a douche later (apparently, again, haven’t seen it), but even in the early seasons by trying to make him this pure True Alpha golden angel child who spreads love and hope and trusts everyone, it just got boring. He was vanilla, and also a bad friend, because he was too “perfect” to be around someone “imperfect” like Stiles, and even like, the rest of the pack overall. He was always put on a pedestal and it made the show really… irksome? Idk, I just feel like yes, SCOTT is the Teen Wolf, but you added all these damn side characters, maybe use them a bit more? At least Stiles was interesting, and Lydia was fucking badass, and fucking hell, if you’d done right by Boyd and Erica, the actors wouldn’t have left for better shows so like, come on man, you coulda done better. We coulda had such a dope show, why you gotta crush my dreams like that Jeff? What did I ever do to you?

I know this is only eight, but this is long enough, if I go two more, this is gonna be IN.SANE. And also it’s late and I haven’t finished my fic for the day (I mean, I’m almost done, but I’m not done yet!) So like, I’ma stop here. But yes, hopefully this answered your question. Sorry I got REALLY PASSIONATE about it but it’s been a day.

Also, I feel this needs to be said, but obviously these are my own personal opinions, and as opinions, you are not obligated to agree with them. But you are also not allowed to tell me my opinion is wrong. You can disagree with it, but this is an opinion, not a law, so there is no right and wrong. Don’t @ me, my day’s been bad enough kthx!

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, BE BACK IN LIKE TWENTY(?) MINUTES!

[anomander-dragnipurake]

Junior

Just and idea about why Bowser might've told Junior that Peach was his mother.

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She’d left him, gone back to her kingdom an ocean away. Which was fine, they’d done their best to make it work but it just wasn’t no matter how good a match Kamek and her parents had insisted it was supposed to be. So Bowser was honestly relieved she’s taken the initiative and finally ended it by leaving in the middle of the night. Her only farewell was a letter, explaining her reasons for leaving and a gift.

In a plain unwrapped box, she’d left it on the table in his room. The letter warned that it was fragile and oddly had apologized for leaving it with him. Which didn’t make much sense; if it was something bad enough she had to apologize for it, why leave a gift at all? And even more why had she assured him that it was his? Who else could it possibly be for?

Pulling back the lids of the box revealed an oblong shape, a bit bigger than his fist and wrapped in a soft cloth resting on a cushion. Keeping in mind its fragility, he carefully lifted it with one hand to unwrap it with the other. … An egg. Why would she leave him an egg? It didn’t make sense unless it was…

“Ah shit!”

That couldn’t be it though, could it? She’d have told him, right? … Maybe not, they’d never talked much and thus he didn’t know her as well as one think despite their arranged marriage having lasted almost three whole years before one of them had finally taken the initiative and left.

Shaking a little, he carefully placed the egg back on its cushion. He then rushed back over to his nightstand where he’d left the letter to reread it. … Suddenly her apology for the gift and the assurance that it was his made a lot more sense.

Growling, he balled up the paper and tossed it. She was a deadbeat, leaving him to raise their child on his own, how dare she? Whatever, he didn’t need her, he could do it on his own just fine so she could go fuck herself for all he cared.

A good deal of his anger and resolve faded though as he returned to the table to look down at the egg, nestled snugly on the cushion, the soft cloth still partially wrapped around it. How the hell was he supposed to do this alone? He wasn’t ready to be a dad yet. That wasn’t supposed to happen for a few more years at least.

Holding back a groan, he returned to his nightstand again to ring the magic bell to summon Kamek. About a minute later Kamek arrived through the secret passageway that connected his lab to Bowser’s room.

“Sir?” he said as the wall closed behind him.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the news by now.” With the way rumors normally ran through the castle, Bowser was likely one of the last to find out because there was no way she’d snuck out without someone seeing her. Whoever had spotted her would’ve told everyone long before Bowser had even woken up this morning.

“Yes, I’ve heard. You want me to send people after her?”

“No, why would I want you do that? I’m glad she’s gone.” Or at least he would be if the sole thing they could both enjoy together hadn’t led to his current predicament. They should’ve been more careful but… it was too late now and she’d left him to deal with the consequences alone. “She left me this though.” Carefully, Bowser pulled the egg out again to show Kamek.

“Oh uh… I suppose you have an heir now sir, which was the whole point of the arrange marriage so congrats.”

“What do you mean ‘congrats’? How am I supposed to handle this?”

“Very carefully sir, especially once the shell hardens. That’s when it’ll be its most fragile.”

Bowser growled at him. “You know what I meant. How am I supposed to take care of a kid?”

“Well, I can tell you from experience it is very difficult to raise a child, especially as a single parent. If they end up being anything like you were as a kid, you’ll certainly have your work cut out for you. However, you do have the option to give it up for adoption or hire a nanny to do all the work for you. So really sir, you don’t have to raise them if you’d prefer not to.”

Both of those were options. Going the adoption route, he’d have to be very secretive about it to mitigate the chances of rumors about this popping up. The nanny route would probably be easiest and no one would fault him for it, he already had enough responsibility ruling his kingdom without adding raising a child on top of that. But… it didn’t feel right to do that, not for him anyway.

“No,” he said as he pulled the egg closer to his chest. Its shell was still soft and so fragile. It’d be far too easy to damage it by accident. But despite that… “I’m keeping them and raising myself. Their name is… Bowser; Bowser Junior.” Regardless of whatever their gender would end up being, he wanted to name them after himself. “So help me. You’ve supposedly done this before,” his parents had died before he’d even hatched, leaving Kamek as his sole caretaker, “tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

“For now, just keep the egg warm and dry. Near but not right next to a space heater should do nicely. Talk to them occasionally, especially as they get closer to hatching. When they hatch is when the real works begins, that won’t be for a year or more though so there’s plenty of time to prepare for that.”

A year, that’s how long Bowser had to prepare for his role as a single father. That both felt like a long time and a terribly short time. There was nothing that could be done about it though. “Very well,” he said as he looked back up at Kamek. “Bring me a space heater and something to act as a cradle, either through the secret passage or teleport it straight here so one sees. I want this kept a secret for now.” He’d have to announce it eventually but not yet. He needed some time to prepare for that announcement and he wanted to wait for the rumors about his now ex-wife leaving to have died down a little.

“Yes sir.” Kamek was the only one in the whole castle who could be trusted to keep a secret. “And well… I’m proud of you for taking on this responsibility. I believe you’ll be a good father.” With that, he turned and left through the secret passage.

“I hope so,” Bowser replied with a sigh as the hidden door closed, becoming a wall once more.

 -

Over the next few months, he got used to the idea of being a dad. He talked to Junior every day, in the morning upon waking up and at night before going to bed. There was still one thing that bothered him though.

“You need another parent,” he said as he sat down by the egg cradle one night. He’d had Kamek get him some parenting books to act as another source of information on what do about raising a kid and they’d mentioned that two or more parents was the ideal. More would probably be better, right? But he personally preferred the idea of a monogamous relationship and finding one good partner would be difficult enough, let alone any more. “So I’m going to get you one before you hatch, all right? You’ll love them I’m sure.” Hopefully anyway.

The next day, he set Kamek the task of complying as much information about the rulers of all the nearby kingdoms as was possible. Marrying a fellow monarch made the most sense, right? It would expand the lands they both ruled and would give Junior more to inherit when it came time for them to do so.

It took almost a whole week before Kamek returned to him with what he’d found. He’d organized it in large blank binder that he handed to Bowser in his room because despite everything, Bowser hadn’t announced Junior’s existence or his new marriage plans to the world yet.

Each page in the binder was devoted to a layout of information about the primary ruler of all a nearby kingdom, such as name, age, gender, a picture of course, marriage status, and a paragraph of general personality information and backstory. The first page was for King Bomb-omb. He had an attractive mustache and a decent bio but he was already married. After that was King Boo but he was dead and therefore not likely to be a good step parent and the weird tongue thing boos had going on was not something Bowser was into. Queen Bean would’ve been a good option but she too was married.

The fourth page was the profile for the Mushroom Kingdom ruler: Princess Peach Toadstool. Finally, someone who was single and alive but… “If she’s the ruler of the Mushroom King why is she still a princess and why is she human? Isn’t the Mushroom Kingdom populated by Toads?”

“According to what I’ve been able to gather,” Kamek replied, “she was adopted by the former ruler at a young age and declared the heir of the kingdom. However, Toad law is strange, for reasons I haven’t been able to figure out, the actual title of ‘queen’ can only be held by a Toad. Despite that, Princess Toadstool is no less ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom. It doesn’t make much sense but that’s pretty standard when discussing Toads.”

Bowser grunted because that was certainly true; the bastards all had names that started with ‘Toad’ which was just plain nonsensical. “And they’re all right with their ruler being human despite that law? Really?” Wouldn’t they want a proper queen?

“Supposedly she is a very good and kind ruler so yes, they’re more than happy to have her as their ruler.”

“Hmmm…” Bowser looked back down at her profile. Everything Kamek had just told him was written there as well some more about her generosity. She was young too, around the human equivalent of his own age – based off what he’d heard of how humans aged anyway. … “I want her,” he decided, tapping her picture with his claw. “She’s perfect.” Her kingdom directly bordered his and Junior deserved a kind mother, especially since Bowser had trouble being kind himself.

“Of course, sir. Would you like me to send an envoy with a message about your intent to court her? Or would you like to write the missive yourself?”

“I’ll just take an airship down there to talk to her myself.” Bowser didn’t have time for letters and all that nonsense. He needed to make sure she’d be good mom and then marry her before Junior hatched which was still several months away but undoubtedly those months would pass by in flash.

***

“Welcome back Your Majesty,” Kamek said as ascended the airship’s boarding ramp to greet Bowser. “How did things go in the Mushroom Kingdom?” As if that needed to be asked with how short a time Bowser had been gone and the less than happy look on his face; he’d clearly been rejected. Which was not surprising in the least and now it would be Kamek’s job to soothe his ego for however long he chose to be grumpy about this.

“Uh… it went well,” Bowser said which was a surprise. “Sort of anyway, really depends on what counts as ‘going well’.” Oh no, he’d done something less than smart, hadn’t he? Bad enough to start a war with the Mushroom Kingdom? Before Kamek could try to find an innocuous way to ask…

“Untie me this instant you horrible people!”

A group of koopatroopas and shy guys were dragging a bound woman out of the captain’s cabin. Naturally she was quite displeased about it as was not going easily.

“Uh… sir, is that Princess Toadstool?” Kamek asked because it looked an awful lot like her pictures.

“Yep,” Bowser said before raising his voice to instruct the minions carrying her. “Take her up to one of the tower top rooms, one of the ones with the lock on the outside. And keep a guard on the door at all times too just in case. Untie her though, I don’t want her to hurt herself.”

“Yes sir!” the minions spoke in unison before hustling to do as ordered.

“You won’t get away with this,” the princess shouted over them, earning more excited murmurs from the minions who’d gathered to watch.

With a sigh, Kamek turned back to look at Bowser again. “May I have a word with you in private Your Royal Spikiness?”

“Fine but make it quick, I got to prepare a proper greeting for my guest.” With a huff, Bowser led the way back onto the airship and into the private cabin. “Now what is it?” he demanded after slamming the door shut.

“Sir, may I ask why you chose to kidnap Princess Toadstool? I was under the impression you’d gone to court her.” Kamek kept his tone neutral in part because he wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. There were benefits to having a rival kingdom’s ruler held hostage but Bowser’s supposed goals might just lead to a huge mess instead. Still though, even that might be exciting, things had been too peaceful and boring lately.

“I did but she rejected my engagement offer. I tried to change her mind because I’d already gone all the way down there but she still said ‘no’ so I may have gotten a little mad and just grabbed her and brought her to the airship. I’m sure she’ll change her mind eventually, I’m the Koopa King after all, who can say ‘no’ to me?”

Ah yes, the good old ‘I want it so it’s mine,’ logic that Bowser liked to employ. Really it was Kamek’s fault for letting him get away with that so much growing up. There was no point telling him that there was no possible way she’d change her mind after this. But that wasn’t much of a bother especially since unless she did something to really piss him off, he’d get tired of the game after a while anyway.

“Now,” Bowser said, his tone indicating the end of the conversation, “help me prepare a welcome party for her. The sooner she changes her mind, the better. And I need to figure out if she’ll be a good stepmom to Junior.”

[One Mario Game Later]

“Fuck that fucking Mario bastard,” Bowser growled for probably the fourth time in the past hour as he got up from his throne to pace angrily back and forth again. “Who does he think he is, breaking in my castle and stealing back my princess?”

“Yes, fuck him Your Royal Furiousness,” Kamek replied in a deadpan as he inspected his handiwork in fixing his bent wand – he had spares of course but magic wands took a lot of effort to make so one getting damaged was aggravating. Personally, he was more frustrated than angry as anyone would be after getting trounced by a man who all sources indicated was just a plumber. But yelling, swearing, and pacing around the room wasn’t going to fix it and at this point was getting quite old.

Bowser huffed and spit out a stream of fire, thankfully not onto anything flammable. “Mark my words Kamek, this isn’t over! I’m going to kidnap Peach again and then if and when that red bastard shows up, I’m going crush him into the ground. And then the princess will be mine.”

“Yes sir.” Honestly Kamek was fine with that. The kingdom had clearly been at peace for too long; the troops were all inexperienced or rusty. Also, Kamek’s work thrived during conflict, testing new spells and/or new inventions worked best when it was a proper field test. So, both for his liege’s sake as well as his own, he was going to do his best to make sure they ultimately came out on top of this new conflict.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

First things first, thank you so much for more the 800 followers! Still feels a bit weird, but here's a tiny little thing as a present!

Not even a single mistake on this day

"Overhaul, I am sorry to comment this all of the blue and all but... you're way too perfectionist..." Chrono commented woth a huff as he placed the huge box on the table.

For his surprise the young leader of the yakusa didn't even acknowledge his comment, rather more interesting on checking the whole room, looking for any signs of 'imperfections' to be soon fixed it.

Chrono and Mimic shared a look before snickering quietly.

"Overhaul?" Mimic tried again, this time at peast receiving a very annoyed and irritated 'hum' in response. "You're going to combust at any moment boss, careful there."

He let out a 'deprived of pacience' sigh before straighting up his back and making his way out of the room... not before sending a cold glare at the both man on there.

"If I come back here, and found a hint that anyone touched what I ordered; the fault and responsibility will be on you two. Don't let anyone enter in here without a good damn reason." He walked away shortpy after, not even closing the door.

"He thinks that we are what? Bunch of punks?" Asked Mimic out loud while leanjng on the wall with arms crossed as Kurono shrugged while taking the glasses out of the box and placing on the table.

Suddenly, Setsuno; Hojo and Tabe were passing by while talking before stopping abruptly at seing the room neatly cleaned up.

"Woah, any special commemoration today if I may ask?" Setsuno asked while eyeing the whole place in awe.

"DOn'T ToUCh AnYThInG PUnKs!" Irinaka yelled angrily "OvErHauL's OrDeRS!"

"To answer your question, is miss (Y/N)'s birthday." Chrono said nonchalantly before picking up another box.

"Master's partner? What a surprise indeed." Hojo commented, now putting the pieces together why his boss went to him demanding for... a little favor.

"The boss at least got lucky on the relationship thing." Laughed bitterly Setsuno, eyeing now the snacks "Sure that this won't be possible to eat everthing on one day."

"EAT!" Tabe shouted, already with wide eyes, allerting everyone on that room and making Chrono and Mimic eyes go wide.

"Shit."

~

He slowly entered the room, careful to not even make a sound before he spotted you still sleeping peacefully on the bed, just like he had leaved you a few hours ago.

He sighed in relief before adjusting his tie and slowly went towards you with a smirk underneath his mask.

He stared you down while calling your name, but you still remained sleep.

"... Seriously?" He asked before lifting his gloved hand to shake your shoulder gently, another try on callinh your name, receiving this time a annoyed yet sweet hum.

"I would suggest you to get up angel." He said nonchalantly before deadpanning at you picking his pillow and burring on your face.

"Whyyy?" You moaned "I don't have anything to do today Kai, gimme a break!"

"... Well then, you just forgot that today was the day you were borned. Congrats." He ssid in pure sarcasm as he crossed his arms, still looking down at you.

He chuckled at the way you placed his pillow away in a instance and now your sleepy face as you rubbed your eyes.

Cute.

"So doesn't this means that I get to expend more time in bed instead?" You whined with a smile but still getting up to be at least sitting on the bed.

"Nonsense." He carresed your bed hair down before tracing his fingers to your cheek to tilt your head up, dumb smile already formwd on those lips as puffy with sleep (E/c) eyes blinked up at him.

"Do I get my devil to sing for me?" He scoffed before placing a project of a kiss on your forehead, mask still on.

"Go take a shower, there's something on the bathroom for you to use." You whined again before he gave you a look, instantly getting up with a huff.

He chuckled as soon as he heard your gasp when the sounds of water falling stopped.

You soon got out with a extremely disbelieved expression but still weating the outfit.

"Kai is beautiful buy come on! I saw the price tag!" You showed it to him and he frowned at that.

"... That sick said he took it off."

"Kai!" You exclaimed while giggling, hopeless.

No matter how much you sayed he still insisted on what he thought was right...

He picked your hand up and twirled you around to take a 360 look and hummed in approval.

"Perfect, like always." You blushed at his words before tilting your head up, silently asking for a kiss.

The bastard just turned his back crounching down to pass you a string and one rose.

"Wha-"

"Follow the string dearest, and pick up this." You giggled in nervousness before looking up at him arching one eyebrow.

"What did you do?"

He merely shrugged before pointing at the door with his palm.

You did follow, evertime stopping by some place as you encounter one wrapped up gift and a rose, evertime you spotted your boyfriend smirking underneath that cursed mask of his, that prevented you to see such a magnific sign.

You always ended up picking the gifts, but the roses he insisted on picking up to place gently in your hand, usually cold and nonchalantly golden eyes filled this time with what only you could describe as adoration.

How could he not adore and admire every surprised look you gave every time you found a gift? Usually expensive but still was what he knew what you liked.

You took your time to count the roses before gasping with a smile, noticing that the number of roses he gave it to you was exactly the numner of your age, the last one being not a red usual rose, but a golden one.

"Kai oh my gosh..." you burried your face in the roses you holded in one hand as he smirked down at seing the faint blush.

You followed ths string to the balcony and arched a eyebrow at seing that this waz end of it and... there was nothing.

"Uh?" You tilted your head in confusion, still trying t hold the roses and the huge amount of gifts in your hands.

He lifted one of his fingers up while looking down at his wristwatch.

You went to ask again before you yelped at the sound of fireworks with your favorite colors.

Your jaw almost hitted the floor as you stared up at a very smug Chisaki. Or for the fact that you had clinged on his clothed arm for comfort or for your shocked expression you didn't knew...

"Kai you're going to bring the Shie Hassaikai to bankruptcy! Dear god, how much did you expend only today?!" You exclaimed as he only stared you down, blinking once.

He picked one strand of your hair and placed gently behind your ear, his gloved hand never leaving your cheek as the other messed around on his pocket.

"I never once was attracted to such stupid things, but I thought you might like this one my angel." You laughed desperately, you were receiving more gifts today than you ever receives on your whole life and you were panicking at this point.

"Close your eyes for a second." He muttered and you complied to his demand, shivering at feeling the slight brush of his gloved fingers on your neck as he placed what seemed like a necklace.

"Open them now." He said monotonously before you oppened them with a shocked gasp.

It wasn't one of the many expensive necklaces and other jewelries that he bought for you, no, this time was actually a beautiful simble of the yang, outlined by golden (of fucking course...) as you picked it with delicate fingers to see it from behind the name of your boyfriend writen on it.

His real name.

You look up at him woth wide eyes and confused eyes but a trembling smile growing on your lips.

He pushed down his mask with one hand as he showed the yin on his neck withe the other, hidden underneath his clothing, before turning it around to show your name writen on it.

"I always insist on telling you and the others that you are the purest and brightest thing that ever crossed my eyes, my dearest angel. This will not only show us how perfect we are combined, despite our differences, but the names writen on it tells us who exactly we belong to." He took one step closer before asking with his eyes if he could pick your own colar for a a minute.

You nodded while trembling holding the pingent to him, with a faint 'click' he connected bot of them, forming the complete yingyang symbol.

You felt tears forming into your eyes as you placed one quivering hand on your mouth.

"Happy birthday my dear." He look up and mentally flinched at seing the tears in your eyes.

Shit. Did he missed something? Didn't you like it?

"Kai Chisaki I know you're very opposed to touch but I swear that if I dont kiss and hug you right now I might combust." You said between nervous giggles.

His shoulders sagged in relief and annoyance at the scare you just gave it to him before he smoothly wrapped one arm around your waisg as his hand pushed your neck to crash your lips with his.

Tears of joy... despite hating to see his angel cry, this was at least a good sign.

"The best present I ever received in my whole life..." you whispered looking deep into his eyes as he arched one eyebrow.

"A simple necklace? Seriously?" You giggled af his annoyed yet monotonous tone of voice before shooking your head.

"Negative. Having you, my handsome devil, in my life. Thank you so much my love Kai..."

You could have screamed in awe at catching the blush dusting slowly on his cheeks, since he wasn't wearing a mask at that moment, but even before you could have any reaction he immediately pushed his mask back up and pushed you to crash on his chest with a scoff.

Ha! You made Chisaki Kai embarrassed! You deserve a reward for that!

Bonus:

"There's more?!" You asked between giggles as he walked with you, one hlived hand on your lower back, guiding you to the room he expended hours on the early morning.

"Not much, but I might have ordered a few of your favorite appetizers and a cake."

"... Imprissed but yet not entirely?" You giggled before yelping cutely at him flipping your forehead slightly.

"I just hope that those two idiots haven't done any-... What in all hell happened in here?" He asked, wrath already expredding on his blood system as he pointed to a frozen Tabe on the ground being dragged by Setsuno and Hojo, apologizing endless as they made their way out.

"THEy DiDn'T ToUCh AnYThInG!" Mimic yelled in defence as he pointed at the somehow still clean table... different frkm himself and Kurono who seemed devasted.

"We tried to calm him down but at one point I had to use my quirk... also congrats (Y/N)." Kurno said, purely exausted as him and Mimic sitted on the floor with a sigh.

Chisaki's eye twitched at that while you awned and thanked Chrono.

"You two are okay though?" You asked worriedly, going to crounch down if it wasn't for your boyfriend's look and hand preventing you to do it.

"You never saw that man when he listens to the fucking word 'eat' chick..."

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Telling the Dad

*Not My Gif*

Requested: Yes

Post Date: 9-15-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

~Master List~

You bounced on your heels as you stared at the little stick in your hand, waiting for the response. You know the saying ‘A watch pot never cooks’? Apparently, it’s the same deal with a pregnancy test, only instead of getting a nice cake when the oven dings in nine months you’ll have a baby.

“Come on!” You groaned as you put the test down on the counter and began to pace around the room. How the hell were you supposed to handle a baby? You just became old enough to drink and now you might be pregnant? Peter was the first thought in your mind as you stared at the bathroom door, the solid piece of wood being the only thing separating you and your boyfriend for the last 5 years. You knew you both loved each other more than anything but what scared you was how Peter was going to react to being a dad. You let out a light laugh as you threw your hands up in the air, realizing you might not even be pregnant. Picking up the test you felt a new wave of nausea coming over you as you saw the two little lines.

Yeah, you were pregnant.

You silently cheered, letting out a few tears as you hugged the test close to your chest, trying to figure out how you were going to tell Peter, and more importantly, how you were going to tell your dad. Tony wasn’t always the biggest supporter of your relationship with the spider-boy, he wanted to keep you out of the life as much as he could but he knew it was no point since you were his daughter. Instead he focused on making sure Peter kept you safe. Here you were years later about to give the man a heart attack by springing your baby into his life. Quiet mumbles from next door told you Peter was waking up and you left the bathroom a smiling mess, tucking the test into the pocket of your pajama shorts.

“Hey Baby.” You whispered as you climbed into the bed next to him, planting a small kiss on his lips as he smiled, leaning up to give you another one after you tried to pull away. He yawned and ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up practically straight. He looked so damn cute as you tied to fix his hair, only for him to grunt and turn onto his stomach to look at you.

“Why do you look so happy? You just came from the bathroom.” He pointed out to which you laughed, trying to figure out how to tell him. His hand grabbed yours, running his thumb over the back before kissing it, pulling you out of your spot and underneath him. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck as you squealed at the tickles from it.

“Stop! Stop it!” You laughed out as Peter continued to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. “Pete! You’re squishing the baby!” you blurted out amongst the laughs. You hadn’t realized what you said until Peter let out a deep chuckle in your ear causing your brain to get fuzzy.

“You’re not a baby Y/N. Otherwise what we did last night would’ve been illegal.” He tried his hardest to sound sexy but the snort at the end of his statement gave the opposite effect, making both of you giggle. You placed a hand on his upper arm, making him loosen his grip so you could spin onto your back and put the hand that was on his arm onto his face.

“I didn’t mean me, Parker.” You whispered as Peter furrowed his brow in confusion. He licked his bottom trying to figure out what you meant before pointing to himself. You rolled your eyes as you sat up, pulling the test out of your pocket and handing it to him. He smiled before looking down, instantly realizing what it was.

“Is this real?” he asked as you felt your stomach drop. Did he-Did he not want it? You nodded your head slowly and curled up into a little ball, letting your head rest on your knees.

Peter was going crazy in his head. This was literally everything he wanted, a future with you, a family with you, and he was holding the evidence that it was going to happen in his hands. He didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything until he finally pried his eyes off the stick and onto you, seeing the tears streaming down your face before you pulled you into him again. “You’re pregnant? You’re pregnant!” he exclaimed as you looked up to his beaming face.

“You’re not mad?” You asked, shrinking into him a little when you felt him vibrate in laughter.

“Mad? Baby, This is- This is everything I’ve wanted.” He assured you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed him harder than you ever have before.

“So you want this? You want a baby with me?” He nodded his head as he looked down at the stick again in disbelief. Of, course he wanted this. “How are we supposed to tell my dad?” you asked as Peter’s face dropped.

“Shit.” He muttered, running a hand over his face and saw the scared look on your face. “Don’t worry. I can do it.” He promised as you hesitated, trying to decide if that was the best idea. Peter seemed to sense your reluctance because he continued to say he could come up with the perfect way.

“Are you sure? You know how my dad takes news like this, are you sure you don’t need me to tell him.”

“I got this. I can do this.”

The rest of the day went by fast as you and Peter tried not to tell everyone you saw that you were pregnant until your dad knew. By dinner time you honestly thought Peter was just going to blurt it out. You picked at your dinner, trying to tell Peter silently that he couldn’t say anything before a fork clattered onto a plate and you jumped, looking at your father. His eyes shifted between you and Peter as everyone turned to look at him.

“Ok, what’s going on between you two? You’re acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.” He said as Peter’s eyes tripled and you thought your heart was going to race right out of your chest. You tried to take a sip of your water to soothe your suddenly dry throat as Tony smirked. “I knew something was wrong. They don’t call me a genius for nothing.”

You quickly knew what was going to happen as your eyes darted up to Peter’s, shaking your head but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead his eyes were locked with Tony’s. “You know what else they can call you? Grandpa.”

The room went completely silent as you face palmed, not at all wanting to see anyone’s reaction. “Yeah, that’s probably not how I would’ve done it.” You announced as your dad’s jaw dropped open.

“She’s not drinking.” He said, nudging Steve in the ribs before pointing to your singular glass of water, surrounded by bottles of beer and cups of wine. A chorus of ‘oh my god’ and ‘congrats you two’ echoed throughout the room as everyone stood up to hug you and pat Peter, but your dad just stayed planted in his seat, staring at the table.

“Daddy?” you asked as Peter gave you a reassuring smile. Tony seemed to snap out of his trance as a smile spread across his face, scaring you more than you thought possible. Before you realized his arms were wrapped around you tight as he buried his head into your neck.

“I’m going to be a Grandpa. You’re going to be a mother.” He whispered as you tried to wrap your arms around him. You stayed like this from a while, smiling when Peter pulled out his phone to take a selfie of the moment with a thumbs up. You were quite confused when Tony pulled away fast, turning to glare at the love of your life. “You knocked up my daughter?!” Peter dashed through the room, putting the table between him and your dad as you sighed.

“Look, Mr. Stark. It-It was a two person process.” Peter tried to defend himself as you felt yourself shriek.

“Peter!”

“I’m sorry! I’m scared!” he yelled as you held your dad back, getting him to look down at you.

He calmed down a little when you ran your hands up and down his arms, trying to get him to relax. “You can’t kill him. We’re having a baby.” That struck a chord with you. It was the first time you actually said that out loud all day. “Oh my god. We’re having a baby.” Peter knew the look on your face, you were going to start crying. He pulled you against him, rubbing the back of your head as he whispered shushes into your ear. “We’re having a baby.” You mumbled over and over again, crying happily into his sweater as Tony watched. He knew Peter was going to take care of you. He was going to be there to calm you down and keep you happy. He was going to be a great dad.

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[allie1804-fan]

Malaise (Chapter 3 Just Friends No Benefits)

Chapter 1, 2

Warnings Brief mentions of sex

A couple of weeks after the appointment with Tara, Keanu found himself at a loose end and really needing to “scratch the itch” as it were. He called Lucy, one of his “friends”

“Oh hey Ke” she said somewhat hesitantly “How are you doing?”

“ah I’m good thanks, just had some free time at last and thought maybe we could re-connect?”

“uh,errm, well that sounds great ……………but I should tell you, things have changed for me in the past few months”

“Oh, how so?”

The phone went quiet at her end for a few seconds.

 “I’m engaged!”

Now there was a pause his end while he sought to process this news, tamp down his personal disappointment and muster some happiness for her!

“Oh my god, congrats, that’s amazing news, who’s the lucky guy?”

Lucy proceeded to tell him how she’d met her new love Jamie and when the wedding was scheduled etc and they concluded the call with her agreeing to a celebratory lunch date with Keanu the following week, somewhere suitably fancy – he was nothing if not chivalrous even as he was letting go of one of his options for sex in future.

He made the next call straight away, figuring that if there was going to be more disappointment, then he might as well get it all done in one go and if there was a chance that one of his “friends” was free, then it would lift him out of the funk Lucy’s news had left him in. Karen agreed to come over later, saying she could tell he was lonely from the tone of his voice but she also said she’d been meaning to talk to him, just talk, for ages so he already felt that the shutters were coming down there too and that hanging out was all they would be doing.

As they tucked into a take-out pizza and beers that evening, they stuck to small talk but when she wiped her mouth after her last piece, Keanu could feel that she was holding back from making a pronouncement.

“Keanu, if I had to guess why I’m here right now, I’d put my money on you being lonely ……..  and horny and hopeful of moving onto the sofa shortly and working your charm on me”

His eyes widened and he took a swig of his beer.

“My, you’re awfully forthright tonight hun!”

“Well it’s true isn’t it, how many times in the past year have we hung out and not had sex?!”

“errrm, none”

“Correct, and the things is, Keanu, much as I love you and much as you are  fun to be around, so  giving and sexy as hell, I need to move on from being, well, one of your fuck buddies basically. Yes, that’s right, I know that I’m not the only one and I know no promises were ever made, that wasn’t the deal, but I want, no, I need a relationship with a man that gives me more. And the longer I am jumping to your tune like some child following the Pied Piper, the less I’m able to be open to a proper grown-up relationship. One where I prioritise what I want and need, something longer term with commitment on both sides. One where that person can give me time and not just occasional fun and  gifts but strictly on his terms. I’m honestly not complaining about what we had. We were both honest about it and it worked then, but not now. I’m sorry.”

Keanu smiled, a sad smile that didn’t reach his eyes

“Good while it lasted though huh?”

“Yes!” she grinned “and I’m not breaking up with you, not as a friend, I hope I can always be your friend”

“Sure, of course, no chance of one final send off huh?” he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously

She pushed him in the chest “no way, that’s just a slippery slope right back where we came from, you cheeky boy!”

They hugged and spent another hour or so chatting and getting used to being ‘just friends’, Keanu trying to avoid staring at her breasts like he would normally.

After she’d gone, he called his third option.

“what a glutton for punishment!” he thought. “Might as well choose between becoming a monk or taking out a direct payment to the agency each month if this one doesn’t work out!

It turned out that Martha, his third girl was out of town on a 6 month work placement. When he called, he recognised a European dial tone and she picked up speaking with a sleepy voice. It was about 7am where she was in Italy.  The opportunity had come up out of the blue and she’d only been there a week and hadn’t gotten round to telling people who weren’t in her immediate circle that she was going.

They talked briefly and he said he would try and tie in a visit if he was in Europe whilst she was still there. He might have movie promo or a bike related trip to make. He hung up feeling utterly dejected. Two of his options were done for good and he wouldn’t mind betting that Martha would meet some gorgeous Italian stallion while she was there and that would be that, finished.

 “God you’re pathetic Reeves” he said out loud to no-one. “The world is your oyster, you’re single - check, rich – check, OK looking – check, what the hell is your problem?”

He took himself off to bed, found some porn to watch and jerked off angrily but despite the ejaculation, the satisfied sleep that should follow eluded him, and when he awoke as dawn was breaking through, he felt a grey malaise shrouding his senses, dulling his movements and fogging his brain.

He had a new film starting in a month’s time but he couldn’t concentrate on any of the character research he should have been doing, learning his lines or working out to make sure he looked the part.  He would look at his phone and think about calling the agency but he didn’t want to get hooked and for that to be his only sexual outlet just seemed kind of tragic. For a couple of weeks  he’d spend his days either sleeping or drinking or tooling  around on his bike for hours up in the mountains. None of that helped him to shake the sense of emptiness and foreboding that filled his spirit.

First his mother noticed he was being slightly morose when they met for lunch one day. He was usually charming with her but he was monosyllabic and not the least bit enthused about their meal, his new film or the latest bike launch with Arch. Patricia flagged her worries to Karina who called round on spec a few days after to find him lolling on the sofa, listening to John Coltrane. His hair was unwashed, he smelled of whiskey and cigarettes and he’d clearly told his housekeeper to stay away for at least 2 weeks.

Alex was next to join the list of people telling him they were worried about him and begging him to share his worries. Even Rob, his band mate who was often a bit oblivious to others’ problems, could tell just from the flatness in his voice when he spoke to him on the phone.

Keanu assured them all that he just needed to get back to work.  

A week before he was due back, with little done to prepare still, he made a decision and called the agency again for Tara. He left instructions about repeating something they had done before that fell into the ‘unusual’ category. It wasn’t that weird but certainly outside the realms of straight sex. When Tara saw the request, she wondered if something was wrong too. That last time he had this request, he had been out of sorts mentally. When he messaged her about dinner, she chose Ramen noodles thinking that would be light and vaguely healthy. She didn’t imagine burgers or pizzas would do him good if he was in a funk about something.  She chose a cosy, close fitting woollen dress in cream for their “date” and hoped she could sooth him if he was troubled.

Keanu greeted her at the door bare foot and freshly showered. Truth be told he hadn’t showered for days before that and, since he had shunned the housekeeper for 2 weeks, just half an hour before her arrival he had cleared up and shoved a load of rubbish and dirty clothes in the garage where she wouldn’t see. The ramen arrived soon after her and they ate in comfortable silence.

 “You OK, Keanu. You look a little tired if you don’t mind me saying. Are you on a shoot again? You don’t usually see me when you’re shooting”

 “naaah, next week,  shooting starts next week and I’m so not ready!”

 “That’s not like you”

“I know, I know, I dunno what’s wrong really, so I figured ……………….”

“Do you really think THAT will help?”

“Well , yeah, don’t you?”

“Not sure to be honest, I’m pretty sure sex would help but that kind of sex???”

What he had asked was for her to tie him up and take him. They had not done that in a long while. The last time her feeling was that it was driven by a deep inner need to submit all control and give up calling the shots. She hadn’t understood then what brought it on but afterwards, he’d gone off to New York, filmed John Wick and made an absolutely cracking film. Maybe this would work for him this time too.

Tara enjoyed the feeling of power at bringing him very slowly to a powerful release and she could feast her eyes on him the whole time and tease him, frustrated as he was not to be able to touch her breasts, lying totally at her mercy.

Afterwards she stayed much longer for the aftercare, making them both a cocoa and trying to get him to open up. He confessed about the friends with benefits situation and she posed the idea that maybe, faced with escorts being his only option and finding that lacking, just maybe his needs emotionally were changing.

“Maybe  it’s time to let your guard down again and let someone in”

“dangerous territory” he muttered

“for who?” she pushed, arching an eye-brow.

“no good has ever come of it, not for me and not for them”

“and how many tries have there been?” she pushed. “how many in the last 10 years say”

He formed his fingers into a 0

“thought so” she said smugly “you don’t even know how it would go if you don’t try”

@penwieldingdreamer @fortheloveoffanfic @kindainlovewithkeanu @ladyreapermc @witty-wallflower @gatsbynouvel @bitchyslut99 @keanureevesisbae @omg-imagine @iworshipkeanureeves @fics-not-tragedies @ficsnroses @kindainlovewithkeanu @paperplanesandwallflowers

[buckyownsmyheart]

Sorry To Drop In [2/2]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.8k (sorry, it’s a short one)

Summary: After ignoring the handsome super-soldier that fell into your life, you run into him again and have to answer for your avoiding behaviours.

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of PDA and implications of sex, but just holiday fluff from me

A/N: I’m just feeling the Christmas spirit already, sorry not sorry… this is for @bitchassbucky​ ‘s #abitchassholiday challenge! thanks for letting me take part (and congrats!) my prompt was: “Truth or dare?” // “Dare.” // “I dare you to sit on Santa’s lap” I know it’s right at the end but it inspired this little piece!! 

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Previous part

It wasn’t that you hadn’t called Bucky on purpose, you just hadn’t quite gotten around to it. You were busy, you kept telling yourself, busy and had no time for a relationship. The truth was, you would often stare at his loopy scrawl, his number dialled in your phone and finger hovering over the call button, before locking your phone and throwing it across the room. It turns out you lack the confidence needed to call a super-soldier.

The other nurses had long since forgotten about the mystery intruder in your life, even if he persisted in your mind. That was until Rachel wrenched open the curtain in the A&E room and gave you a meaningful look, she needed to talk to you ASAP. Finishing up your sutures and apologising profusely to the lady for the disruption, you hurried out to try and meet Rachel and see what she wanted, fearing it was something bad. When you reached her at the nurses’ station, she pointed over to one of the beds on the other side of the room and squealed with excitement.

He was sitting in his bed, playing peek-a-boo with a baby in the bed next door. His hair was a little shorter than last time, a slight scruff on his neck but his eyes as bright as they had ever been. You watched him for a while, as entranced as the baby as he wiggled his fingers towards the child’s outstretched hands. He must have felt both you and Rachel’s eyes on him as he turned around, sending you a little wave and a small smile, before turning his attention back to the babbling baby.

“What’s he in for? I thought the Avengers have all the facilities anyone could ever want?”

“Complaining of a stomach ache, think it might be tropical diseases but I think you should do an examination.”

“Have you paged the consultant? Or another doctor available?”

“Didn’t want to bother them when I know you’re so capable.”

You gave her a look over your shoulder and breathed, “twat,” before turning to the bed, taking a deep breath, and walking over to his cubicle.

He gave you another smile as you approached, before awkwardly sitting further onto the couch. You drew the curtains around him to give a bit of privacy, and you give your hands something to do to try and stop them shaking. 

“Um…” Bucky started, but before he could continue you cut him off, not wanting to prolong the awkwardness any longer. It didn’t help that he looked even better than the last time you saw him a few months ago. I guess nearly bleeding out wasn’t always a good look.

“Please can you take off your shirt for me?” You tried to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. You were a professional! “When did the pain start?”

“This morning, it woke me up. It’s worse when I move.”

You pressed on his abdomen, but it was difficult trying to find your landmarks when the man was pure muscle.

“Okay, so here’s the thing…” He began again, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. When you looked up at him inquiringly, he cast his eyes down and worried his lip. “I may have made it up.”

“What?!” 

“I, uh, well the thing is I wanted to see you, but I didn’t want to show up at your door unannounced, because I thought that would be weird, so I asked Tony to look into your shift times and, well, now I realise that it’s really creepy and saying it out loud really stupid so I’d like to apologise and I’m just going to leave. I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through and I probably should have taken the hint when you didn’t call me.” He pulled on his shirt and leapt for the exit so quickly you almost missed him.

“Wait, I get off in half an hour, I think I at least owe you an explanation.”

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The rest of your shift was a blur, and all the while you racked your brains for what on earth you could say to Bucky that would make things better. You didn’t have an excuse and couldn’t think of one for the life of you. 

As you walked out the sliding doors, snowflakes settled on your coat and melted on your exposed face. You weren’t more than two steps out of the hospital before you were met with the sight of Bucky holding two steaming cups and wearing a nervous smile.

“Do you want hot chocolate? I was going to get coffee but I wasn’t sure if you liked it, and well everyone likes hot chocolate, unless you don’t which is absolutely fine, I can have both of these no problem!”

“Thank you, Bucky, that was really sweet of you.” You took the cup from him and inhaled, the sweet smell warming you without having taken a sip. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, I just got caught up in things and I know that’s not a very good excuse, but maybe I could make it up to you?”

“Really? You want to?”

“Yes! I most definitely I do, promise. How do you feel like Christmas shopping?”

“On Christmas eve?”

“Yeah,”

“In the mall?”

“Yeah,”

“Where it’s absolutely packed full of people and you don’t have an inch of room to move around in?”

You winced, “yeah…”

“Pretty terribly, I’ll be honest. But I guess there could be worse things?”

“I’m sorry I need to get one thing and we’ll be straight out of there, I’m useless and forward planning isn’t on my list of expertise.”

“Let’s go, they do great cookies there and I’ve been craving them for ages.”

“Really? Oh, thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver!”

“It is in the job description,” he laughed and fell in step beside you, close enough that you could smell the peppermint in his hot chocolate. “What is on your list of expertise then?”

“I’ve never lost a game of truth or dare,” you shrugged.

“That seems like a challenge.” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows at you, and took a lengthy sip of his hot chocolate.

“You’re going to regret this," you laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully, "truth or dare?”

“We’re doing this? Okay, I’ll start easy, truth.”

You pondered which question to ask him. You didn’t know him, so you thought you couldn’t go all out yet. You deliberated a few, and as the warmth of the mall hit you, you spoke over the hum of people. “If you could sleep with any of the Avengers, which one would you choose?”

He scoffed, “Easy, Steve. I’ve known him the longest and I mean he’s also a super-soldier, so would certainly go for a round or two.”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach and laughing at his complete lack of hesitancy. Maybe, just maybe, he would be a worthy opponent of truth and dare.

“Okay, okay, I’ll give you that one,” you said to him, still laughing, “give me a truth then if that was so easy.”

“Hmm,” he pondered, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the queue for ‘World Famous Christmas Cookies’, and putting on a fake thinking face. “What was the real reason you didn’t call me?”

“Oh, straight in there, huh!” You turned to him and squeezed his hand, not wanting him to let go just yet, “I didn’t have the balls, thought you were too good for me.” You shrugged, trying to play it off as nothing and looked down at your cup as you took another sip.

“Really?” His eyebrows were raised and his eyes wide, “you thought you weren’t good enough for me? You know the game’s called Truth or dare right?”

“That is the truth!” You paused whilst Bucky chose some cookies for you both, giving you time for the redness in your cheeks to fade. “Come on, it’s your turn, truth or dare?”

“Dare, let’s up this game.”

At that point, the bustle of people seemed to surge, whether it was a sale or just people being people, they shoved you into Bucky, who caught you, pulling you into safety along the wall. This did, however, mean you were pressed against each other, one of his hands was placed on your hips and the other trying to protect you from the swarm of incessant shoppers. His eyes locked with yours, and all you could focus on was the feel of him pressed against you, and the fact that your faces were inches from each other. Your chocolate breath mixed with his, and his cinnamon smell encircling you, making you feel as if you were in your own little world. Looking down at his lips, his tongue darted out to wet them, and you couldn’t help yourself.

“I dare you to kiss me,” 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And his lips were on yours, one hand keeping you close and the other tipping your head up to him so he could get a better angle. He tasted of peppermint, chocolate and warmth. You were absolutely lost to the outside world, in a moment of bliss. This was prematurely disrupted by another shove from a delightful passer-by, and you broke away, feeling a little abashed by your slightly public display of affection, but a little giddy as Bucky rested his forehead on yours.

“This is why people suck,” he mumbled to you.

“Why on earth did you take me here on Christmas Eve? Honestly, have some forward planning!”

He looked at you, astounded, before shaking his head and pulling you under his arm. “Come on, let’s get your present quickly, it seems these people haven’t got the memo about Christmas spirit.” He suddenly stopped, and looked down at you, “Hey, (Y/n), truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you answered without thinking, hoping it might end in a kiss again.

“I dare you to sit on Santa’s lap.”

“You want me on Santa’s lap? You can’t think of a better persons lap where I should be?”

Bucky flushed a deep shade of red, and his arm tightened around your shoulder’s. “Well, I mean, I, uh-” He stuttered out, before giving a cough and swallowing thickly, “don’t you have a present to get?”

“Nope! I was just trying to suss you out. Come on, let’s get out of this dreadful place.” And you tugged him away, leaving the craze of people behind you for somewhere a little more private.

[petri808]

Request NaLu Natsu cheated on lucy and now he is trying to win her back but she refuses and leaves him and 5 years layer they meet again and get together

Here you go, I hope you like it :)  it worked well for the Day 5 Nalu Week prompt too.  

PS, If anyone is waiting on an Ask request from me, I’m working through them as soon as I can :)     

Pilot Episode, Take Two

@nalu-week Day 5 Trial prompt.  

“Are you fucking kidding me!”  

“L-Lucy, I can explain!”

“We’re done Natsu…”

When she opens her eyes again, the professor was still rambling on about expository writing. She rolls her eyes and stretches her legs under the desk.  This class was such a bore, but it was a requirement for the Journalism degree. Lucy sighs, and props her head up. Why had she been day dreaming about him again?  It’s been almost five years since they’d broken up and while he’d tried to win her back during their remaining months of high school, once they graduated, she’d moved on to college in Crocus and never looked back.  Heck, the only commonality was senior year, shewas now in her senior year of college that is.  

The droning voice of the teacher made it easy for her mind to wander away, back to that final year of school.  First, Natsu had tried the ‘it wasn’t my fault, she kissed me excuse.’  Yeah, she didn’t believe him considering his hand was… let’s just say underthe fabric of the girl’s top.  Then it became the ‘you’re the only girl I’ve loved’line.  Mmhmm, if he loved her so much, he wouldn’t be making out with another girl.  He tried sweet talking, sending her gifts, phone calls and text messages… oh god, the text messages.  She had to hand it to him, Natsu tried really hard to get a second chance, but Lucy hadn’t been ready to forgive and forget.      

There were moments that she almost caved into his pleas because the truth was…  She loved him.  But maybe that’s what hurt her the most and why she just couldn’t open her heart back up to him so soon.  Oh, well, it was ancient history and in less than two months she would be graduating with her degree and moving onto the next stage of her journey.

‘Congratulations Lucy! I knew you could do it <3’

Her cell had been blowing up all afternoon with calls or messages from friends and family wishing her well about graduating, but as she stared at this message, Lucy was dumbfounded. She didn’t recognize the number except that it had a Magnolia area code.  

‘Thanks!  UwU.  Who is this btw?’

‘Just an old friend from hs.’

Well that didn’t narrow anything down.  Lucy had been fairly popular in high school, so the culprit of the cryptic message came from a long list of suspects.  She nibbles at her bottom lip, should she push for an answer or just let it go?  

‘What ur name?’

But no answer ever came. Oh, Well.  With all the parties, packing, and moving from the dorms, Lucy forgets all about the encounter, the message being pushed lower and lower as other’s come through.  Thanks to an internship position her junior year, she’d even landed a job at Sorcerer’s Weekly here in Crocus, effective immediately.  It was a great opportunity and place to start her career.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Lucy’s editor shakes her hand.  “It’s so cool I get to work with you again!”

“Thank you,” she blushes. “I’m very excited to learn all I can from you Jason.”

“Oh, I don’t know, seems you’ve already got the inside track down,” he points to her desk.  “Someone is happy you’re here.  Wish I got flowers,” he chuckles.

Lucy looks at the cubicle and sees a large bouquet of red roses sitting on it.  “Who sent that?”  Jason just shrugs his shoulders.  She walks over with him in tow and finds the card, but all it says is ‘congrats on the new job Lucy’ with no sender given.  

“You’ve also been requested. It’s a really cool one too!!  We’ve been trying to line up an interview with them for months and they’ve told us no until now.  The lead singer asked for you by name.”

“Huh?”  Lucy is confused.  “But I don’t even know any singers.”

“Well he knows you,” Jason winks.

“W-Wait, who is he??”

“As part of the deal for the interview, we’re not supposed to tell you.  He wants to surprise you.  Oooh!”  Jason bounces from foot to foot in excitement.  “I wish I could be there to see it!”

“You’re not coming, I-I have to do my first interview alone?”

“You’ll be fine,” he claps her on the back, “and besides, you did good as an intern, so I know you’ll know what to do.  They’re out of town till next month, the date is written on your calendar.  Get settled in today and we’ll start tomorrow on your training.”

After Jason leaves, Lucy plops onto her chair.  Wow, that had been a rollercoaster!  Monday morning, first day on the job, flowers on her desk, and an interview already lined up. Had she won the lottery?  The date for the interview was three weeks away. Normally, Lucy wanted to know who she will be talking to, get some research in, and that way she’s prepared. She groans, this could turn out really good, or really bad.

Lucy picks up the card again to analyze it and the strangest feeling washes over her.  It reminded her of that text message she received two weeks ago.  She sits back, tapping the card on her chin.  Could it be the same person?  She pulls out her phone and scrolls down to look at it.  The verbiage wasn’t exactlythe same, but the creepy feeling had settled over her, that blaring alarm bell ringing and pointing towards a relationship.

‘Did you send me flowers?’  

‘Yes, did you like it?’

‘It’s very sweet of you, but it’s a little weird not knowing who you are.’

‘…… just think of it as me making amends.  Gotta run now.’

“Oh, no you don’t!”  She’s about to respond when one more message comes through.

‘I’m really glad you made your childhood dream come true Lucy.’

‘Please tell me who you are?!’

And just like the last time, the responses end.  “Ugh!” She drops her phone on the desk.  It was really irritating not knowing who the hell this secret benefactor was, but at least there were clues this time.  They knew about her goal from a young age and ‘Make amends…’  But who needed to make amends?  One blaring choice popped into her mind, but she hadn’t heard from himin years and didn’t think he even knew where she was.  Hopefully she’ll learn who this mystery person is some day.  

Over the next weeks, Lucy trains each day with Jason on the ins and outs of working for a magazine.  Their primary job was doing the interviews, but they worked closely with each of the different departments that puts the whole thing together from the photographers, writers, to the layout designer.  It was tiresome trying to learn so much, but she was having a blast doing it.  

Her anonymous benefactor hadn’t disappeared either.  At first Lucy was annoyed with this person’s seemingly intimate knowledge of her life, but as time progressed, she had to admit each act or gesture was endearing even when she didn’t completely understand what it meant.  From quotes or poems, she once loved to be being sent cute clothes in styles and colors she favored.  The things this person sent her never missed the mark!  They were spoiling her in such a charming manner, and it was driving her heart crazy.  

A knock at her door nearing 10pm, startles Lucy out of the zone she was in late one Saturday evening. “Pizza delivery.”  She hears from the other side.

She didn’t order any pizza. Cautiously, and leaving the chain on, she cracks opens the door, “That can’t be mine…”

“Internet order for Lucy Heartfilia, one medium pineapple pepperoni pizza and a bottle of diet Coke.”  The boy chuckles, “gotta say it’s an odd combo but well it’s already paid for ma’am so you might as well take it.”

Lucy blinks, it’s exactly what she would order, had she been the one who’d placed it.  “Alright.”  She accepts the delivery and puts it on her coffee table with an exasperated sigh. Oh, this had to be the myserious person.

‘Pizza at 10pm?!’

‘Guessed you still write late at night.  You tend to forget to eat when you do.’

She balks and stares at the response.  It was true and all but, ‘look thank you, I appreciate it but you are driving me crazy with this whole secrecy thing!’

‘I promise to reveal myself soon.  Sweet dreams Lucy <3’

On the morning of the interview, she’d shown up to work and to another ‘gift’ waiting on her desk.  Delivered directly by the jewelry store, it was a small gift box containing a charm bracelet.  Of all the presents, this was by far the most expensive to date.  Jason was freaking out just as much as Lucy was over her luck.  Each charm represented something truly special to her.  Ballet slippers from her youth, star is a love she shared with her mother, white dog marked her first pet, pen for a dream of writing, pink heart was her favorite color, but the sixth charm made her heart stop.  A flame.

“No…” she breathes out. “It can’t be.”

“What is it?!”  Jason bounces next to her unable to contain his excitement. “Spill it!”

“M-My ex…. I-I think it’s from my high school boyfriend.”

Jason’s eyes widen.  “Cool!!!  You should wear that to your interview, it’ll look good on you!”

“N-No, I-I can’t,” Lucy shuts the box and slips it into her purse.  She gathers her recorder, pad and pen, “I better get going, the car is waiting to take me to the interview now.”  Then takes off out of the office before Jason could say anything more.

During the whole car ride to the recording studio where the interview would take place, Lucy couldn’t get her heartrate to slow down.  Over and over she replayed all the anonymous contacts they’d had since graduation night.  The clues had all been there, but she’d never let herself believe it.  Five years…. Five years!  Why was he back now?!  And why was she so flustered?!  Ugh! She couldn’t go into this interview with her mind racing like this!  

“We’re here,” the driver breaks her out of her inner rant.  

“Oh,” Lucy looks up at the building.  “Thank you.”

She gets out of the car and a studio personnel takes her straight to a conference type room, explaining along the way that she’ll be interviewing the lead singer of an up and coming band.  The employee asks her to please wait there in the room, he’ll be there shortly.  Lucy fidgets in her seat.  ‘Calm down, calm down,’she chants with her eyes closed, ‘get through the interview, go home and scream…’

The door opens.  Lucy looks up and the person that greets her was the one person she didn’t know if she wanted to see.  

“Natsu…”  She jumps up from her seat as he comes closer.

“Hey Lucy,” he nervously cups the back of his neck.  “Sorry for the…”      

“It was you!” she punches his chest.  “All this time!  All this time…” she hits him over and over as all of the pent-up emotions she’d been feeling erupts, and tears stream down her cheeks.  “Why?!” Lucy finally stops and slumps against his chest sobbing hysterically.

Natsu had expected a harsh reaction, knowing Lucy’d received the bracelet that morning and it gave too pointed of a clue for her not to realize its sender.  He says nothing and simply wraps his arms around her, just letting the woman release everything she’s been holding in for probably the last five years. As her sobs slow, he cradles her head gently against his chest, rubbing small circles along her back.  He buries his nose in her hair, oh, how he’s missed her scent, and kisses her crown.

“I’ve missed you so much Lucy.”  When her only response is a sniffle, Natsu continues.  “I was an idiot in high school to have lost you and these last five years have been empty because of it.  So, I had my manager help me track you down and that’s how I knew about graduation, your new job, and stuff.”

Her voice is soft, and the anger had dissipated from her tone.  “Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”

“I didn’t know if you would answer if you knew it was me.  I gave up winning you back once when I was too dumb to realize…” he lifts her chin, “so this time I wanted to show you how much I still love you.”

“You do?”

He nods his head, eyes crinkling when he smiles and gazes back at her.  Natsu smooths a thumb over her cheek, “you are still so beautiful Lucy…”

She averts her eyes. It was all so much to take at once. Not only was her ex the anonymous person but finding out he’s a singer in a band that was growing in popularity. How would she know that this was real and that one day some groupie wouldn’t come along, and she’d catch him cheating again?  

Lucy sucks in the corner of her lip as she processes the situation, but Natsu knows that tell instantly. “Lucy, I swear on my mother I will never hurt you like that again.”

“You can’t make a promise like that.”

“Why can’t I?  The fact I haven’t had a girlfriend since you left me should tell you something.  I know now, I don’t want anyone else but you.  And if you still don’t believe me, just ask Gray yourself, he’s still my best friend and knows everything I’ve done this whole this time.”  Natsu takes her hand, “please just give me a second chance Lucy.”

She was so torn.  A part of her still loved him too, and she wanted to believe this could work…

“Okay.”

“Really,” his eyes brighten, “you’ll be my girlfriend again?!”

Damn it his grin was still irresistible!  “Yes,” she exhales and squeezes his hand back, “I’ll be your girlfriend again. But so, help me Natsu if you screw around this time, I will cut something off!”

“Oof,” that sent a phantom pain to his groin, but he couldn’t blame her for the comment.  “You won’t regret it, I swear it.”

Lucy nods and stands up straight, recollecting her thoughts.  “Now that that’s settled, am I still doing an interview or was that just to set up this meeting?”

“Oh!  Right!” Natsu chuckles, “that’s real.”  He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the door, “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the band first…”  

[thatsdemko]

Will trying to convince you to have another baby after your son turned like 6 or something like him having baby fever. you got me in my feels for will man it's bad

I always have feelings for will like they are just never ending feelings(same goes with turcs and Slaker I got never ending feelings for them too)

It was your sons sixth birthday and you couldn’t believe how fast the time had changed. He was in the second grade already and you couldn’t believe it.

“I’m home, I’m home I didn’t miss the party right?” Will came rushing through the door, his suit tie barely even on you smiled shaking your head, “no he’s still getting dressed for his party.”

“Oh, thank god I thought I missed it.” He clutched his heart and you laughed taking his tie off for him, “did you like rush back from the rink?”

“Pretty much, I didn’t want to miss this, I ran to my car and then of course I took pictures with fans quickly, but then I drove really fast to get here.”

“Daddy!” Your son came running into the kitchen and will turned around picking his son up, “oh there’s the birthday boy! How old are you again?!” He asked jokingly, you smiled at the two getting the food together for all the kids and parents coming.

“Six! Daddy, I’m six!” He laughed jumping down from wills arms, “did you show daddy what mommy let you do?” You asked pointing to will again and he ran over shaking his head showing off that you let your son grow out his hair like wills.

“Hey! That’s great!” He ruffled his hair just before your son took off going up stairs again, “oh guess who’s finally pregnant?” You turned to him leaning up against the counter and he did too nervously, “y-you?”

“What? No my sister! Isn’t that great!” You cheered and you saw he didn’t sign in relief like he normally would have, “yeah that’s—that’s really great for them.” He said, his tone getting a bit sad, he stood up straight walking away now and you frowned unsure of why he could be upset, you thought you both just wanted one kid, but apparently that wasn’t true.

—

Your sons birthday party distracted you from an earlier conversation until your sister arrived and things changed, “oh I can’t wait to have a party like this for mine!” She gave you a hug and then gave Will one, “yeah congrats.” He said and she nodded sitting down in a chair around the table on the patio and will sat beside her.

“How do you feel?”

“A little morning sickness, feeling really weird, but I’m pregnant that’s what’s exciting.” She sighed happily, you walked away from the two going into the kitchen now to get more food. You knew this was a bit hard for Will, your siblings were younger than you and they all were just starting to get into relationships, get married, start planning for weddings, having kids, or planning to have kids when you and will had all of that done. You were married a year after college, you were pregnant a couple months after your honeymoon and six years later here you were.

“Yeah that is exciting.” He said looking over all the kids and his son, he wished his son got to have siblings like he did. He loved his older sister, his younger brother, and younger sister. He so wanted that type of family for his kid, but you didn’t want that six years ago a couple months after your son was born. You were so focused on a job and your marriage, you weren’t thinking about another and then how many years later passed and you wished you jumped onto that.

“It’s never too late to tell her what you want, William. She probably wants one too.”

“What?” He looked away from the kids at your sister who smiled softly at him, “you want another don’t you?”

He sighed nodding his head, “it would be nice.”

“Then tell her, I bet she wants the same.”

“I doubt it, y/n told me months after he was born there was no more, I tried to convince her, but it didn’t work.” He had been trying for almost a year after your son, but you didn’t budge, your foot was down and you were finalized on that. But recently you had been wanting to take your foot off and have another.

“William, tell her. If you don’t you’re just going to hate yourself. I’ll watch your son while you go.” She shooed him along and he got up out of his chair walking into the house seeing you fix one of the little girls braids that had gotten ruined by one of the boys.

“There you go, sweetie.” You said and she ran off back outside, when you stood up you saw your husband standing there.

“What’s up?” You asked tossing him a carrot and he caught it in his mouth, “just wanted to talk to you.” He said still chewing and you laughed waiting for him to go ahead.

“Alright what is it?” You asked going to put the vegetables away in the fridge.

“I want another kid.” He said catching you off guard causing you to stop still holding the fridge open, “a-another kid?” You whispered removing your hand from the fridge door handle letting the door slam scaring you both.

“Yes, y/n, I’ve been thinking about it for five years. We are good parents and I’m sure he would love to have a sibling, can you just think about it?”

“I have thought about it.” You said surprising him, you set the vegetables back down on the counter, “you have?”

“Yes, William, I want another.” You said, a smile forming onto his face, “I didn’t even have to do much convincing.” He laughed giving you a hug pressing a kiss to your hair, “so can we start trying tonight?”

“Yeah we can.”