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Anime Attraction

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A/N: High School au. Fic with ichiro, you two slowly falling in love over the span of a 4 day convention and bonding over the fact that you’re closeted weebs. (So he would like tdd era ichiro) And again! I use neutral pronouns! hope you enjoy~

Day 1: You were very excited, happy, elated, every happy word in the book! This year, you were finally going to your first anime convention. Unfortunately, you were a bit of a closeted weeb. People knew you watched anime….just not your extreme obssession with it. Maybe extreme was too harsh for you case, but you were sure that would be the situation if they ever saw your room, filled with anime posters, merch, etc.However, those were all bought online or in stores….youve never actually been to a convention.

Online, you heard many good things about it, and that people there, for the most part, were friendly. You smiled as you got off the train, an empty backpack on your bag, besides essentials, inside an empty tote bag for you posters. You had planned for this for months. Saving up all the money you could from your allowances. Your wallet, besides money for the train and food to eat, was going to be completely emptied by the end of the day. Finally, you took your jacket off, revealing a ( favorite anime) anime shirt on your person. One of your favorites. You could never choose. You could talk about it for days. However….it was Under rated. It was also a bit old...and you were late to watch it, so the fandom dwindled down.

You were amazed as you saw many cosplays, a bit too nervous to ask for pictures, or even compliment them, but you hoped they received your compliments in spirit….something like that. It was….also really big and crowded. You got too into your head, overthinking a bunch of things, that you didn’t see the larger man in front of you, hitting his back.

“O-oh im sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said, bowing quickly. You looked up at the man, gulping, quickly taken aback by how pretty he was, different colored eyes, red and green. It almost seemed like he was in cosplay, but he was just wearing a naruto shirt with black jeans on, a naruto headband around his forehead.

Ichiro blinked and smiled,”no need to apologize, I was kind of standing here in the middle of everyone anyway,”his eyes went down to your shirt and his eyes sparkled,”wait….thats a (favorite anime) isnt it! Whose your favorite character?”, he asked. You were taken aback about how eager and happy he seemed, but it definitely managed to make you relax a bit.

“My favorite character is [     ],”you said, stating your reasoning,”oh- sorry….I didn’t mean to talk that long,” Ichiro chuckled,”thats fine, I love them too! For mostly the same reasons, theyre kind of cool. This is my first convention so Im excited its going off to great start, thanks.”

Oh? It was his first time as well? “Its my first time too, I came here alone, I didn’t expect to be this big, theres so many people.” Ichiro nodded,”Im here by myself too, are you here all four days?” You nodded. “If you dont mind it, we can walk around together, ah! Sorry if thats a bit too forward….”,he trailed off. To be honest, Ichiro was a closeted weeb. So he had no one to talk to, let alone drag to a con. “Oh no, Um, its fine. I would like that...even though I know everyone here loves anime….”,you trailed off, the guy, whose name you still didn’t know, finished your thought,”because theres so many people conversing and being you feel like everyone already has their own cliques and you realize youre alone.”

Well. That. Yes that. You smiled,”Yeah, its that, and my nerves and anxiety.”

Ichiro stuck his hand out,”Yamada Ichiro, 2nd year high school student in Ikebukuro. Nice to meet you.”

“ l/n, f/n, also 2nd year in a high school located in yokohama, nice to meet you”m you said and shook his hand. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Day 2:

The first day, the two of you had walked around, played games, went to panels together, learning much more about each other. You agreed to meetup at the same place in the morning. Of course, you were even more excited than you were yesterday. You were dressed in more casual clothing, but backpack was now decorated with buttons you found. Soon, you heard your name being called out and waved your hand,”Good Morning Yamada-san”, you said, greeting him.

Ichiro smiled and spoke,”Morning! Did you sleep well?”, he asked.  You shook your head in disagreement,”I barely got any sleep, I was excited for today.” Ichiro laughed,”so did I, so what should we do today?”,he said, taking out the convention program guide. “Hmmmm, theres a bunch of panels,”you said, going to the side of him and looking at the program,”how to successfully master naruto hand signs….”,you trailed off. They really….had a panel for everything.

Ichiro’s face lit up,” that sounds cool, want to go? Although I already know a couple…”,he said, and you laughed,”what? You going to become the next hokage Yamada-san?”, you teased a bit, but he went along with it, of course he did. You found out about this from yesterday. That he was like this. “I am gonna be next hokage, just believe it!”, he said.

“Thats naruto’s punchline you cant just steal it,” you said, watching Ichiro as he thought, then spoke again, very excitedly,”Im going to be next hokage, because I said so!”, he said, putting out a thumb. For some reason, it had you laughing a lot,”b-bbecause you said so? Ahahaha, well, you sure have a passion like naruto, I think thats all you need, its cute”, you said, realizing that you had just called the other cute.

Ichiro blushed and put his hand behind his back,”Sorry...I just cant be like this a lot in real life without getting teased for it, so its a bit refreshing,”he said and you nodded,, understanding completely.

“Well, lets go learn some jutstus even though they wont help against a gun but who cares, because its an anime convention, and we’re doing what we love,”you said confidently, more confident than you would expect from yourself.  Ichiro nodded,”Dattebayo, lets go!”, he saidm turning around and walking. You were really having too much fun. Being attracted to him went way over your head for now, simply enjoying the time the two of you spent together.

Later on in the day, the two of you found an anime photo booth, Ichiro dragging you by the arm towards it,”for memories!”, he said. The two of you got in and hit the naruto theme poses. Of course, you indulged him, he was cute when he got his way. And, you didn’t have to worry about poses. Instead, they gave you poses to do.

The first was a naruto sign for any jutsu, the second peace signs, the third you had to stick your tongues at each other, seeming annoyed, and the last one….got you. It was only a hug, but they way Ichiro hugged you quickly and tightly, pushing both of your faces together, eft you shocked, and you were sure the picture didn’t turn out well. Once you got out and looked at it, Ichiro pointed to last one,”its like you were trying so hard not to blink, but we’re cute, arent we?”,he said and you laughed:yea we really are”, you replied, more focused on the current pace of your heart...beating very rapidly. You paid for two copies so you could keep it. The rest of the day, you two kept up your shenanigans. It was tough leaving, but you were going to come back tomorrow and, hopefully, your heart would learn to behave.

Day 3:

The two of you sat down to eat lunch on the third day, already having gone through a couple activities.

“Theres Jiro, then theres Saburo, and Saburo is the oldest. We’re all pretty close but Saburo and Jiro always fight a lot, typical sibling stuff…..and a lot of the times it includes me. I keep telling them I dont have favorites but they never listen,”Ichiro sighed with a smile on his face. It wasn’t an exhausted sigh though, he was used to it, it was just how they worked.

You smiled as he rambled on about his brothers. It was very clear that he cherished the both of them dearly and would do anything for them. “That must be nice….Im an only child so I could never relate to these type of things. Thats why I got into anime really, theres was no one that I could play with at the snap of a finger if I wanted to-oh Im not sad about it or anything, I love anime, it was really there for me in trying times, plus the internet.”

Ichiro nodded and then spoke,”Well, you have me now too, and you can be as passionate as you want, no holding back. You have my number now and its already fun texting you when we’re not at the convention.”  He was right. After you guys left, you were quickly texting each other at home before you went to sleep. You sent each other memes,pictures, and talked about a bunch of different topics, that often you had smiling or laughing at your phone.

At that point….you knew had a crush. It was only two days but he was just so…..it was the little things really, not just the fact that you had anime in common. When you were walking through the convention center, going through a massive crowd, he told you to hold onto his jacket, so you wouldn’t get lost. Or how he quickly offered to help hold your stuff when you were buying merchandise. Or even him talking about how much he loves his brothers. Rather than weird, it was insanely cute to you.

It wasnt love per say…..well. Lets be real. You were a sucker when it came to love. Honestly, you dont even feel like counting how many crushes you had but none of those ever came to fruition.  You should just focus on your anime boys but the moment some other boy is even the slightest bit kind to you, like helping you carry books, your heart falls. Despite that though, you felt like this was different. More than just a couple simple acts of kindness.

“Im really enjoying our time here, we’re going to the cosplay masquerade today right? We still have some time to kill, want to go to the game hall?”, you asked,”then we can see which one of us is better at dance dance revolution.” Ichiro smiled and nodded his head,”Yeah! Youre on!”

After that, the two of you managed to spend all of your time in the hall. Ichiro was by a claw machine and you commented,”I suck at these things,”then looked inside, seeing what plushies they had. “I think im pretty decent,”Ichiro said, walking up,”sometimes I won stuff for saburo when I was little...he grew out of it though,”Ichiro said with a laugh.He wanted to try it.

“Good Luck Yamada-kun!”, you said, cheering him on. You were amazed by how focused he looked. “Do you want anything specific?”,he asked you. “Wait, me?”, you said, trying to clarify. Ichiro laughed,”I think you’re the only l/n here,”he said. That...kind of caught you off guard. But you walked up and placed your hands against the glass. “Ummmm, that cat in the middle is kind of cute.”

Ichiro nodded. The first time, he managed to pick the plushie up for about three seconds before it fell, but that was better than what you could do! The second time, he managed to grab it again, your eyes wide in anticipation as you followed the claw and plushie to the drop off slot. “Oh my god, you did it!”,you said, going to high five both of Ichiro’s hands but, instead of letting go, he held them and put them down,”Yeah I did! Guess I didn’t lose my skill after all.” “Yeah...youre amazing”, you said, trying to not comment on the fact that he was still holding both of your hands. God….your heart was a mess. There was no denying you fell for him. At most, it was very high like at this point.

Day 4:

Ichiro was excited to see you again. Well, half-excited and half-sad. He really liked hanging out with you. More often than not, he found himself thinking about how you look best when theres a smile on your face. So, he always did dumb things to make you smile, no matter how stupid it may have looked. Maybe it was because you didn’t think his obsession was weird. When you guys talked, your interests lined up more than he thought they would. It was perfect.

Of course, he eventually figured out that he’d want to see you, in a more romantic context, that it is. He knew his feelings towards you were different. Honestly, he even weirdly got a little bit jealous when you mentioned how hot a specific anime character was. Ichiro didn’t necessarily plan on confessing that day….but who knows how things would turn out. Yes, it had only been three days, but he felt like he knew you already. Really, you guys always messaged each other.

The conversations would go dull for an hour or so but one link to a meme and that sparked a conversation that continued for a while. It was great. He had never felt so validated.

“L/n-san! Hey, morning!”,he said as he walked up to you. You looked like you were thinking hard about something, but Ichiro didn’t comment on it.

In fact, you were. Thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to see him so frequently. It made you….sadder than you expected. Granted you could travel to see him, but it was also due to the fact that it was the last day of the convention. Here, you could be yourselves without glancing over you shoulder every couple seconds in fear that someone you knew would spot you.  It was so much fun, especially because of him!

Its for the best though….your funds were just about dried out. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw him though,”hey, good morning to you too, ready for the last day?” Ichiro laughed,”Yes and No because this has been very exciting.” You nodded in agreement,”it has, it does suck that we cant experience this everyday.”

“well!”,Ichiro clapped his hands,”lets not worry about that and focus on having fun, okay?” Your smile got wider,”yes, okay!” Ichiro spoke,”Datteba-”, then he pointed towards you,”Yo!”, you said, the two of you giggling. This had become your thing now, apparently, but you two werent used to it, hence you laughing off you embarrassment.

You went to the artist alley and exhibit hall one last time, taking a lot more pictures together than usual, even with cosplayers! Ichiro helped you out a lo with expressing that you wanted pictures with them and that was yet another thing that you loved about him. Without even asking him to do so, he just did it on a whim, and that made you incredibly happy.

A bit later, it was closing ceremonies. It wasnt much really, but anything to just spend even a little more time with Ichiro. However, that ended sooner than you expected. And you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The two of you sat outside on a bench.

“So, I suppose this is it…”,you said. You had to get back early today anyway. Yet, you really didn’t want to. You looked up as Ichiro spoke,”no, its not it. We still have each other’s numbers, we can make it work, I-well….these past few days have been really fun for me,”Ichiro blushed, placing his hand behind his neck. Was he going to confess? If he didn’t do it now he knew he’d procrastinate on doing so forever. He didn’t necessarily have to make sure you were his in this exact moment, but his heart wanted an answer as soon as possible, before he got in too deep.

“The thing is….I want us to be more than just friends. I just….the more we talked, the more I found myself drawn to you. Like I can tell you anything. Its really easy to be myself around you, l/n, I want...to get closer. So, would you go out with me? Or not now, I mean you can think about it but...yeah.”,he said, face blushing. He had only confessed once in his lifetime and that was during elementary….he was quickly shut down.

You….couldn’t believe your ears. Did you really manage to find someone who was interested you at an anime convention. Well, you were sure there were more interesting stories but this was still way out of your league. You even thought he was way out of your league.

“I….we can date. I feel the same, about you, I like talking to you. And I think whats making me so sad is that I cant see you...not the convention part,”you said, looking towards Ichiro and seeing his grow excited. He grabbed your hands quickly and held them,”really?! Thats great.”,he said, letting go than hugging you. Oh. This was happening. It took you a couple seconds to process the hug before you reciprocated it.

Ichiro pulled away, looking down at you, a smile on his face,”when I talk with you, I feel like the happiest and luckiest man in the world. I know love is too strong of a word right now, but I want to do my best to make you happy.”

You were so flustered that you made no response, even more so when you felt his hand on your cheek and saw him leaning in. It all happened quickly. You closed your eyes and suddenly his lips were on yours. No movement, but it lingered for a moment, before he pulled away.

That was your first...kiss. You didn’t mind that it got taken by him but still….it was so much to process. Ichiro brought you back to reality,”Ikebukuro isn’t too far from Yokohama on the train, maybe we could meet in the middle on weekends, or switch up, ah, well I guess we can talk about this letter, getting ahead of myself,”he said and chuckled, which only prompted you to let out a soft laugh. He was like an eager puppy that you wanted to pet. Weird how he so easily calmed your nerves by the sounds of your laughs.

“Datteba-”

“Yo!”

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FMA AU Week Day 4 Prompt L: Overused but Well Loved

Words: 1998

This time it’s a modern AU. Based on some lovely art by @ignicule with their permission, ofc. Warnings for strong language from Edward.

It should also be noted that I do not support Roy/Winry in anyway; they are messing with Ed and in this, Roy loves Winry like a daughter.

Please don’t tag as Roywin

“I can’t believe I trusted him with her. I. Cannot. Believe that I trusted him. What was I thinking? I should have called Al home. What was I thinking?”

Riza sighed silently to herself, glancing to her companion who clutched nervously to his phone. She and Ed were away on a mission, too far from Resembool or Central to return quickly should anything arise. She was a little nervous too; Roy had a knack for getting himself into trouble when she wasn’t around, but he was also a grown man who could take care of himself and those around him. Ed had been aware of that when he asked Roy to check on his heavily pregnant wife who was taking up a hotel room in Central. Alphonse was away in Xing with his wife Mei visiting her family, otherwise Winry would have stayed in Resembool with him. Riza wished that Ed would remember why he had trusted Roy to keep her safe and well taken care of in the first place.

Roy absolutely adored Winry, after all, and would do just about anything for her, even more so now that she was with an unborn child. Riza wouldn’t be surprised when she got home if she found out that Winry ended up staying in their guest room, or Roy spent all day in her hotel room.

“He’s going to fuck up. He’s going to fuck up royally, and I’m going to lose my child. And probably her. ...That’s it, I’m call--”

Riza strode over and plucked Ed’s phone right from his hands, where he had been staring at the still phone app for over a quarter of an hour. He protested and flipped onto his back on his bed, just in time to see her pocket it. “Edward. Winry still has two months to go. Winry can take care of herself. Roy is a responsible adult who knows how to take care of a pregnant woman.” His sister had gotten pregnant a little over a year ago, and he had Googled just about everything he had needed to know even though he obviously wasn’t the father, and had stayed with her the last half of her pregnancy. The baby had been born happy and healthy. Not to say that was Roy’s doing at all, but at least his doting hadn’t harmed his new niece in the least. “They’re going to be fine. If you want to ensure that the baby will be fine, then focus on the mission so we can get home as soon as possible. Alright?”

Ed stared at her with wide, stricken eyes like he thought he had been betrayed. “But he’s useless!”

“Only on rainy days, and the forecast called for sun today. At least take a break from your phone. If Roy texts me that anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you immediately. Please take a look at the case files.”

Ed ground his teeth, waited for a second to see if he could wait her out, then deflated. “...Fine. But as soon as they call, you tell me!”

“If they call, I’ll tell you.”

Ed grouched for a moment and stormed over to the table, yanking out the chair and dropping into it like a brooding child. Riza laughed to herself and shook her head; though it had been over five years since Ed had gotten Al’s body back, sometimes she could still see the same sullen child she had come to love. A small part of her hoped that part of him would never grow up. She took a seat on her bed (she and Ed had agreed that sharing a room would be easier and would pose no problem) and tucked into her own case file, hoping for some clues.

After a small amount of time, both phones in her pocket buzzed. Curious, and a little nervous, she pulled out her phone. Roy was a responsible adult, no way he had let something happen to Winry.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile drifting over her face. A group chat, from Winry, sent to her, Roy, and Ed. And the picture, no doubt Ed wouldn’t be terribly pleased with that, the jealous little thing he was.

’Stay safe! We love you! See you when you get home!!’

“Ed.”

Ed shot up like a hunting dog, staring with wide eyes at her, clearly waiting for the moment she called for him. She rolled her eyes again, but pulled out his phone and stretched out the small distance to hand it to him.

“Take a look.”

He took the phone and opened it up without looking at the message. Slowly, his scowl darkened into something unholy, which made her smile. Oh how pleased Roy would be if he knew that he had caused a face like that only by taking a picture with Ed’s wife. After a solid minute of scowling at the picture, Ed started typing back furiously.

The picture that Winry had sent was really just a picture of the two of them smiling, pressed close to one another. The background suggested they were at Gracia’s--the half of the wall painting she could see looked like the one above Gracia’s living room couch. Either Gracia or Elysia had probably taken the picture. Roy was holding Winry to his side, his shoulder behind hers a little, although Winry seemed no less enthusiastic to be with him. Their outer hands were curled together, forming a little heart between them. Winry’s grin was huge, showing off a tongue piercing that she and Roy had nearly had a spat over three years back. Roy’s smile was soft and warm--though he seemed happy to pose for the picture with her, he had likely had to be connived into it. 

It was a cute picture, one that made Riza smile if for no other reason than to see these two she thought of as family to get along so splendidly. She saved the photo and set it as her home screen just in time for Ed to send back, ‘Get away from my wife, you pervert.’

‘Oh Ed,’ Riza thought, but didn’t bother saying aloud. She waited to see what the two on the other end would say.

Their end was silent for five full minutes. Finally, when the chat pinged again, it was another picture. It was a selfie done by Winry, her arm extended forward. The selfie was staged in a bedroom, as the two of them seemed to be seated on a cushy bed, likely Gracia’s. Roy sat behind Winry, his legs drawn around her. His arms swam around her pregnant belly, and his chin was nestled on the crown of her head. He was making the same bedroom eyes he made at Riza when he was messing around. She could tell that he was joking around, and that Winry was as well, but would Ed see that? In a state of heightened agitation, probably not.

Winry was making a delighted face, but also was trying to pull off her best goofy-but-sexy face. She turned her face up to Roy only a little bit that it made her look like she was going to kiss him, her free arm curled up so she could stroke her fingertips on his jawline.

Those two were going to get themselves in huge trouble with Ed when they got home. Riza? She could let it slide this time. Really, Ed was kind of asking for it.

The picture was on their phones for nearly half a minute before Winry finally explained. Ed was silently fuming; Riza could practically see smoke spewing from his ears. She lifted her phone to snap a quick picture to send just to Roy, saying ‘Look at what you two are doing to him.’

Winry’s text was simple and only barely explained the picture. ‘oh yeah didnt you hear? We’re eloping sorry boo ;) xoxo’

Ooohhhhh no. Ed was definitely kicking Roy’s ass when they got home.

Within seconds, Ed answered, ‘I’m kicking your ass if you dont get away from her!!!!’

Riza feared that they’d send another picture, perhaps of them kissing, which she wouldn’t be too happy about. Thankfully they both had the common sense not to respond with that. The text that followed was from Roy: ‘how you feeling, Fullmetal?’

He was stirring the pot. Of course he was.

‘How am i FEELING?!?

Like youre gonna get an ass kicking is how im feeling!!!

And im not an alchemist anymore!!!’

‘With a temper like that, youll ALWAYS be Fullmetal, Fullmetal.’

Ed just about put a hand through the wall, and Riza just about choked trying to suppress a laugh. Ed shot her a look but he must not have seen her laugh, because he immediately turned back to his phone.

‘And you’ll always be a piece of shit, you piece of shit!’ popped up on Riza’s phone seconds later. Riza shook her head and looked down to her forgotten case file. Well. So much for getting closer to going home.

‘:OOOO’ Winry texted immediately after. Roy’s response was a simple, ‘creative, Fullmetal’, just as Winry continued with ‘I’M SO SORRY GENERAL OMFG EDWARD’.

‘Don’t be, I’m not.’

‘That’s no way to speak to your commanding officer.’ Riza informed, then set her phone aside. Ed shot her a look that was half-betrayal, half-surprise, then turned away from her when she looked at her file.

‘...

Yes ma’am’

The phones were silent for probably ten minutes, blessed silence, during which time Ed actually sat down and took a look at his files.

Her phone suddenly chirped with Roy’s newest addition. ‘You know, Ed...’ was all it said, although the indicator said he wasn’t quite done. Riza could feel in the pit of her stomach that whatever he would say, it would spur Ed’s furious rage on further. Not that Roy’s very existence didn’t seem to do so most days.

‘What.’ Ed replied, and Winry’s addition was a nervous little ‘...’.

‘You’re stuck working all week, while I get to care for a beautiful young woman all alone.’

‘General’ Winry cut in, likely in the hopes of quelling her sure-to-be-raging husband.

‘Just me...

And her...’

‘THATS IT IM COMING BACK HOME AND KICKING YOUR ASS MYSELF YOU FUCKIN CREEP’ Ed responded, jerking up out of his bed and toward his suitcase like he intended to pack up and head out.

“Ed!” Riza squawked, hopping out of her seat and to his side. She cut him off from his suitcase and shoved him back, just as Winry replied, ‘OMG Ed it’s fine he’s just joking!!!’

‘Your wife gave me permission to drop kick your ass to next year so be ready for that.’ Ed snarked, crossing his arms. He dropped onto the bed, face souring at his phone.

Riza squeezed the bridge of her nose tiredly and held her hand out to Ed, who stared at her with suspicious, narrowed eyes.

“...What?”

“Give me your phone.”

”What?! Why?!”

“Because you have work to do, now give me your phone, go sit down, and work. You know Roy’s only messing with you.”

Ed stared between her face and her hand, as if unable to believe that he, an adult, was about to be grounded from his own phone. But when Riza wiggled her fingers a little and did not back down, he realized that she was being completely serious. He scowled and slapped his phone into her hand, probably unnecessarily hard, and stormed to his case file. He dropped into the chair like a petulant teen and went about actually doing something useful.

Riza rolled her eyes and pocketed his phone.

‘I most certainly did not,’ she responded on her own phone, taking a seat beside her own case file. ‘But keep it up, Roy Mustang, and I may just change my mind on that.’

To which Roy simply responded, ‘heh... okay okay. ...Love you?’. And Riza, if only to make him sweat a little, did not respond.

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Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 18: Bitch Me Too, the Fuck

I woke up to a panic alarm, taking no risks, I got my holsters with my guns and one stun device. My door was blocked from the outside so I just teleported outside of it with my gun cocked and ready for action. I look around me and all the men were still in sleepwear and two of them were barricading my door. I put two and two together and saw that it was just a prank and I breathed out.

“Oh boys! y’all got me all trigger happy” I laughed “I thought we were in danger or a drill.”

“What the fuck was that!” said one of the men that barricaded my door “you just poofed outside the door! That was at least a 5 second reaction time!”

“Well if you stay ready, you don’t have to get ready.” I unloaded my gun and put it back in my holster.

“That was super cool!” it was the jorts man “how you just jump into action and use your quirk so confidently” he walks up to me and puts his hand on my shoulder, he’s not that tall and a bit younger than the others “you have to sit with us at breakfast!”

I get an idea “Well! aren’t you a sweetie?!” I touch his face to give him a cheek pinch “I’d love to sit next to you, let me just put my guns away and dress out.” I walk toward my room and the other two step aside to let me in. I lock my room and activate the copy, I feel my skin get tingly and my arms start to take shape of hammers. I get giddy, new quirk acquired! I got dressed and teleported to the dining area. I sit with jorts man and others that were nicer to me, I tell them the surface facts about me and they get astounded by all the things I can do. I find out that jorts man is a newly recruited sidekick and is still 18 years old and that his name is Beizu Iwa, hero name Tools. 

“Miss Palma, good morning” it was Jinko “I heard about your little display earlier, are you alright?”

“Good Morning! and yes, it was harmless and nothing I wasn’t used to.”

“We have a zero tolerance for harassment here so the persons involved will be punished” he gave me a strange look “are you drinking straight coffee?”

“Yes, why? is there a problem?”

“No it’s just that how can you stomach something so bitter” he shuddered “well anyways, Best Jeanist would like to arrange some meeting time for today. I’ll let you know when as I’m not sure either.”

“Ok, got it, thank you.” I go to a training session with the agents and, while I didn’t learn anything new, I liked their teamwork. The agent team was only 5 people but they all went to the same school but at different times. They asked me about UA and I said it was cool but the hero program kids are annoying and not that hot. After lunch, I got summoned to Best Jeanist’s office. I was super nervous, I know how he looks like but the experience Bakugo described wasn’t the best to go off of. I entered his office and I see him, and all his denim glory, so tall with only his eye peeking from his high neck (what I’m assuming) jean jacket. 

“So you’re the fabled Miss Palma, Double wielding prodigy from America” he walked up to me “Welcome to my agency! I hope you settled in well and made yourself acquainted by the others?”

“Oh you talk so highly of me! I’m just a foreigner that barely made it in” I trembled in his shadow “but yes I got to know the other agents and some of the side-kicks, quite the bunch!”

“Please have a seat! I want to know more about you” he said gesturing to the 4 chairs facing a coffee table, I take a seat and he sits across from me “I heard that you had quite the journey to end up here.”

“Yes, it was quite the journey”

“And I heard about these 2 powerful quirks of yours” he crossed his legs “I am very interested on how your copy works.”

I get sweaty as I had no idea where this conversation is going to go. I explained it to him and he looked interested but it was hard to tell with his face covered “...with that said, I wanted to be a doctor in quirk medicine for the quirkless.”

“Thats the reason why I gave you the offer” he un-crossed his legs and sat up straight “there’s not many people like you in the world, with a power like yours, all they want to be is a hero or fight against evil. But you, you want to help the unfortunate and contribute to a cause that will benefit no matter what you do. The other agencies, they just want you for their own protection and lock you in when you should spread your wings and discover the cure.”

“I’d heard about the other agencies and their corruptness of trapping in double wielding agents. I understand that you saw greatness in me to follow my dream of being a doctor, but its all just a pipe dream” I sighed and looked at my hands “I left home to hide here and become somebody that will protect the families and homes of those who fight for us. My life has changed so much that I really think that this is it for me, I will never reach where I wanted to go.”

“Look at me” I looked at him, scared of what he was going to say “I know what happened in America and why you’re in the intelligence program. I want you to know that under my guidance and blessing, you will never degrade yourself and your dreams. You aren’t stuck, this isn’t it for you, I want you to explore my agency like a doctor would. Copy their quirks, find something new about them, see how they respond to you. And ,if you get lucky, unlock potential.”

I try not to cry, its the first time in months that somebody has faith in me to be who I want to be and do what I please to feed my curiosity that I’ve had to suppress to seem normal “You mean it? I don’t think my heart can take another empty promise. I’ve had to sneak face touches to feed my curiosity for all these people I meet. I want to be happy again.”

“Thats why I fulfilled all your requests. I can’t offer you what you already know as an agent, but I can offer you freedom to feed your curiosity and study what you want to study.” He stands up and pulls down his neck pants “here, start with me.”

I gently placed my hands on his face, from what I felt, he wasn’t doing so well. “Oh my, you’re still hurt from your near death with All for One huh?”

“How did you know I was near death?”

“I felt it in my body too and you’re hurting yourself trying to play it off like you’re okay when you aren’t okay and you need another month to recover fully.”

“I didn’t want to seem decommissioned to the world” he covered up “I’m too high up the ladder to take that much time off my duties. But do you really think I should recover longer?”

“Just like I’m sure I have mastery in your quirk” the cockiness in my voice changed the mood in the room.

“Oh yea? Show me something” he said walking over to his shelves of fabric “make me something pretty.” He threw me a bolt of textured fabric and I activated his quirk to make him an evening gown in a matter of minutes on his body.

“There! what a fancy lady you make!” I said as he turned to the mirror on his right.

“Oh my goodness! Its nearly flawless! Like something I would make” He felt my hem work and how I shaped it to his shoulders “how are you at mastery?”

“This quirk runs in my family, in fact, I have family on my mother’s side that started a denim company decades ago and they still run it. All because they have some variation of the Master Thread quirk, when some of my cousins come to visit, I’d copy their quirk and we’d make dresses for our dolls or remake our clothes into different ones.” I walk up to the mirror and look at myself and him “Do you wonder if we’re related? Like a common ancestral family where a brother crossed the sea to the west and ended up lost in the south. And the other brother wandered in the east to find the sea and made it here?”

He looks at me, then at himself “I believe it, who knows? I don’t have an explanation for that.” he ponders a bit “you’re much more curious than I thought, it was nice talking to you” he looks at the time “why don’t you take a peek at what the side-kicks are doing? Jinko will walk you over.”

I thank him for the one on one time and headed to the hallway I came from to find Jinko. He was more than happy to show me over to where the side-kicks trained and did paperwork. I was observing out of the way of everyone to see all the quirks I didn’t recognize and wanted to copy at some point. 

“Hey agent!” yelled a man in denim chaps. I looked around and to see if he was referring to some other agent “yes I’m talking to you little lady, come here and spar with us!”

“Oh um okay” I walked over meekly “whats the haps fellas?”

“Show us how you use your quirk in battle!” yelled a man in jeans “I heard about your fighting style from Jinko, so powerful that you hardly use your quirk!”

“Oh yea?! Fight me then!” jean chaps man gets in position “first one to get pinned, loses.” Everyone gets out of way to give us space to spar. I feel all the eyes on me as I get in my position.

“I accept this challenge chaps man” the others murmur and stop what they’re doing “please don’t go easy on me, I won’t hold back either!” He starts his attack and I narrowly dodge it. I saw that he has a strength quirk, with enough force, I can get him in a pile-driver and end it. I get lucky and low sweep him to quick touch his face, everyone gasped at the move.

“I see what they mean by hardly uses their quirk” he stands up quickly and faces me “but victory favors the strong!” he activates his quirk, muscles bulk and he flexes them.

“Oh you mean like this?” I taunt as I activate my copy, the other men look in disbelief “foolish man! you accidentally gave me the upper hand” I do a wrestlers pose “say your prayers.” I bolt toward him to do close range, he has a hard time dodging. With a double fisted uppercut, I launch him up for the pile driver. I put him in position and slam him on the floor, I won and everyone had horror written on their faces.

“Wha-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?” said the man as he stood up “that quirk, how?!” I explained my copy and everyone understood now why I was offered the internship. “Telekinesis and Copy huh? what a power combo but you became an agent?”

“Yea, I don’t like being restricted” I said as I deflated back to my normal shape “I also HATE authority, so intel was the way to go. Fuck big hero!”

“I love her! Can we keep her?!” said the man in denim leg warmers “we need more of that attitude around here.” The other men agreed and asked me to copy their quirks so I can test it out. I was happy again and everyone was much nicer to me the following days. Fast forward 4 days, things were getting exciting.

“Ok agents, time for some civilian clothing scouting” the agent lead announced in our practice room, he faces me with some concern on his face “now, 19, I know you’ve been trained to do plain clothes work but since you’re a young lady, your appearance might out us.”

I get an idea “Okay, chaotic idea, I packed my boy alter-ego. If you give me 30 mins to do my full transformation, I can save this whole debacle.”

“You know what, thats not a bad idea 19″ he looked to the others “you heard her, 30 mins until we head out.”

I teleport to my room and get to work on binding my chest and contouring my face. And just on time, I came out of my room as Takeshi T’Boone.

“Hello fellas” I said while doing finger guns “goes this shirt make me look gay?”

The agents started cackling and fully believed I was a biological boy for a second. We go on our scouting and nothing serious happened, just some information gathering and reporting suspicious activity to nearby side-kicks.

“Say, Takeshi” asked one of the agents “are you a drinker?”

“Yup, but I’m not trashy” I put my phone in my pocket “I know my limit.”

“Cool, the fellas were going to get drinks and grilled meat at around dinner time” said the leader “wanna come with as Takeshi?”

“Oh hell yea!” I tried to contain my ‘feminine’ excitement “I haven’t flaunted Takeshi in public like that, this’ll be fun!”

We get back to the agency to fill out paperwork until dinner time. I had to put my weapons away in my room and really didn’t feel like teleporting, so I walked, forgetting I was in boy drag. I get there and I un-strap all my concealed weapons to put away, check my phone to reply to Mimi and Jin and walked out to use the bathroom.

“HEY YOU! FREEZE!” yelled the jean vest man, I looked up in confusion “you’re in an unauthorized area!”

I realized that I was in boy drag and tried to talk myself out of this one “No wait! It’s me! Agent 19 I-”

“BULLSHIT! agent 19 is a soft and curly haired girl” he was getting closer “and you’re a dirty blonde boy. You’re coming with me!” He grabbed my arm and I was freaking out.

“Let go of me! I am agent 19, in disguise” he tightened his grip and I panicked some more “where are you taking me?”

“To the boss, he deals with small fry villains like you all the time!” He tosses me in Best Jeanist’s office, I stand up and see his confused face “I found this villain sneaking out of agent 19′s room and he claims to be her.”

“Because I am! Look!” I take off my wig, revealing my black curls “I was doing undercover work and was going to change out when he accused me of being a villain.”

Jeanist looked at me and looked impressed “I was fully convinced that you were a boy! That voice changer is a nice touch to your disguise. I’ll call the lead agent to come and escort you.” He made the call and turned to the man in the vest “remember that we can’t get in without a barcode ID, the alarms would ring if there was an intruder.”

I get escorted and the leader assures me that I made a convincing boy so I shouldn’t be surprised that I was confused for one. He takes the liberty to present me to the others, they didn’t take the news well. It didn’t matter to me as I just wanted to go out to drink with my fellow agents. Dinner time came and I was gathering my phone and wallet to head out, I get a knock on my door

“Who is it?”

“It’s Iwa”

Tools? what does he want? “come in!”

“Oh, hey, Takeshi was it?”

“hehe yea, whats up?”

“I was going to ask if you, er Palma-san, wanted to spend some time with me and some of the others for game night.”

“Oh thats nice of you to include me” I stood up “but the agents already invited me to drinks and grilled meat. Maybe tomorrow?”

“I didn’t know you were a drinker?”

“Oof have you ever been at an agent kick back? All we do is drink and get stupid, crazy part is that we don’t get in trouble for it because we don’t have rules to follow.”

“Sounds like fun” he turned to leave my room “we’ll spend time tomorrow then?”

“Yep, tomorrow!”

I head out with the rest of the agents and we have a great time! We bar hopped, respected women and I played the part so well that it was just accepted that I was one of the boys. We drank way too much and got stumbled our way back to the agency for the night.

“Aw shit yall, its fawkin almost 4am” I slurred to say as we walked in.

“shhh! you don’t wanna wake up the bitch boys” harshly whispered the leader “they get all pissy when we disrupt their sleep.”

“Damn, well, drink water and rest yall” I stumble to the living quarters “see yall when I decide to.” I get too tired to walk and I teleported to my room, I missed my room entirely and just splat in front of my room passed out. In the morning I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the floor in front of my door. “Aw fuck I missed my room, what time is it?”

“It’s 9am” said a voice behind me.

I bolted up and saw Jinko, Tools, vest man and Best Jeanist. F U C K “Oh hello, good morning!” I stood up and tried to play it cool “I was just-”

“I can’t believe it! An underage girl getting so drunk that they couldn’t make it to bed!” scolded vest man “What would your mother think of you?”

“As far as she’s concerned” I get bold “she thinks I’m a child of God!”

“Stop both of you!” Jinko turns to vest man “look she’s allowed to do all that, as an agent, rules don’t apply to her as we law enforcers do.”

“But that doesn’t excuse her misconduct!” retorted vest man “she threw up in my shoes!”

“Oh I don’t throw up after drinking” I get cocky “I ain’t no bitch, it was probably a different agent, the one with the brown hair and scar on his shoulder.”

Turns out, it was him. I join my fellow agents in the dining hall after a quick shower and re-feminizing. It was our day off and I was going to explore the shops I passed on our scouting. Everyone found out of my little drunk adventures with the agents as Takeshi, they treated me like an equal when they saw that I can hold my liquor and defend myself. After some recouping, I get dolled up to head out to shop, makeup and everything. 

“Hey Palma-san!” Tools ran up to me as I was turning to the hallway “where are you headed?”

“I’m going to the union square, I want to go to the shops”

“May I join? I’d hate to see you go by yourself.”

“Um sure, I could use some company in case I get lost.”

He joins me and its a nice time, I lose track of time and it’s sundown. Things got serious.

“I really enjoy your company Palma-san” he said as he turned to me “I bet you have a macho boyfriend back at school.”

Oh jeez where is this going? “Nah, my last boyfriend tried to convert me to be a hero because he was becoming one too. After that mess I just decided to focus on school work more and put boys on the back burner.”

“That does sound like a mess, sorry that I brought up a bad memory”

“It’s fine, don’t feel bad!” I sighed “though, I wish could just be done with school already and work in an agency.”

“Why? what’s the rush?”

“I just don’t want to dorm or deal with those annoying ass hero students, no offense but yall just wanna compete and cry over shit that doesn’t matter.”

“None taken...can you keep a secret?”

“Um sure, what is it?”

“Okay so I didn’t want to be a hero, I actually wanted to be an engineer for robots or machinery.”

“NO WAY! is it because of your quirk?”

“Yea and I love technology, but my dad didn’t approve and said that I either work in construction with him or he pays for hero school. So I went into hero studies and did well enough to get into the number 4 hero’s agency.” he gets a sad look on his face “I’m not happy were I am, in secret I tinker with broken appliances to make them into short functioning robots but I want to work with them all the time. I wish I was as free as you are, not caring about the rules and free to go into whatever field of intelligence.”

I put my hand on his and sigh “Can you keep a secret?” I tell him the short hand of my situation “...cut to now, I’m nearing a year since I left. I didn’t want to be an agent, I wanted to be a doctor.”

He looked at me with wide eyes and mouth agape “You poor girl! Thats a lot to go through so young. I have a new found respect for you Palma-san, you are more than just a smart and pretty face, you are braver than the number one hero! Braver than me!” he holds my hand properly “thank you for sharing that with me.”

“Did you just call me pretty?”

“Yeah, and what of it?” he gets smug “it’s true, I have no reason to lie to you.”

I get bold “I guess I’ll take your word for it, usually if a boy calls me pretty and holds my hand like this, he shows me.”

“Oh I see, sorry I’m not very good at talking to pretty girls” he looks around to see who’s watching “not very many cross my path for me to do this” he pulls me in for the kiss, I get the sickest satisfaction in getting that kiss. It’s not like I was cheating on Tokoyami, we agreed that we aren’t dating nor putting labels on each other because we just crave the intimacy, not the person. This kiss escalated so quick, I teleported us to my room to have some privacy. I’ve know this guy for 5 days and here I am, getting hot and heavy in my room. He took control so quick that I didn’t realize he took off my shirt, I knew because he asked me about my tattoos. It felt like hours we shared passion, no sex, just rubbing up against each other. I checked the time, it was 8:44pm, we’ve been in my room for 3 hours!

“Oh my, time really flies when you’re making out” I panted “Everyone is probably wondering where we are.”

“Yea, you want to teleport to the main street and stroll in or..”

“Well before we do that, why don’t you give me a nice love mark on my neck?” I said laying down on my bed, exposing my neck “I want to show the squad back at the dorms that I got to kiss a side-kick.”

“Anything for you darling” he goes in and gave me a couple of hickeys “there, I know you wouldn’t let them know who gave you these, love marks.”

“As long as I have another session before I leave.”

“Deal!” he gets up and tosses me my shirt “come on and get dressed, we gotta make it look like we aren’t tongue wrestling.” We do the plan and nobody’s the wiser. In the morning, the other agents took notice and they wanted details. I told them what happened but not with whom and they pat me on the back for being that bitch.

“Hey Tools, check the marks on the girl” nudged the man with the chaps to Tools “who do you think did it? I think its that agent that gives her coffee every morning.”

Tools starts to sweat a little “Maybe, I don’t see her getting close with anybody else.”

“Wonder how she did it, I bet she smells like a meadow” said another side kick “good for her though! At least one of us isn’t gay.” The other men at that tabled agreed and Tools hid his inner panic that everyone just assumes the other is gay because of the all male environment.

I shadowed the lead agent for the day, mainly because they didn’t have a plan for me for the whole 2 weeks. It was pretty standard and it was pretty much just avoiding the side-kicks until they have to relay information to them. Fast forward to day 11, interesting information comes in.

“Look alive agents!” alerted the lead “we found a lead on a league of villains look out spot, right here in our city” he shows us on an overhead a map of the city “here, a mile and a half outside the business district. We’re raiding tonight, the goal is to gain intel on who’s the scouts and why here, defeating them would be a plus.”

“Sir, is this a just agent mission?” asked one of the older agents.

“Yes, now that we have 19 in our team, we insure success and cut out those pesky side-kicks.”

“Are these missions not successful because of them?” I asked curiously.

“Yes, they’re always announcing themselves before attacking and it gives the perpetrator time to flee” the lead rolled his eyes and sighed “now that you’re here, you can do rescue, stealth and attack...almost like a 5 for 1 deal.”

“I like the sound of a no side-kick mission” I nod “Ok so when do we head out?”

“At midnight, they’re usually hanging around at around that time. Everyone is to suit up and strap in, we’re building hopping there.”

Night comes and I suit up and walk out my room, I get seen by Tools

“Hey where are you going?”

“Night patrol” I lied the best I could “Be back at sun up.”

“Wait, it’s a mission isn’t it?” he grabbed my hand “please be careful, I want to see you come back in one piece okay?”

I couldn’t look him in the eye “It’s not a big deal, I’ll be fine” I see the other agents run down the hall and I break out of his grip “see you later.” I get nervous, what if I do get injured? What if I do die, for real this time? So many what ifs that I tried not to think about as I had to get my mind in the mission. We get to the spot and see that it’s an alleyway and there was 2 scouts.

“Okay, we have 2 confirmed targets” said the brown haired agent, he had heat seeking quirk “from what I can tell, a male in his 20′s and a girl in her mid-teens.”

“Wait, let me see” I flip my visor down to activate the enhance feature, I see the two people “Yo, not to be that bitch again, but the male is kinda sexy” I enhance the image more to see his black hair, blue eyes, with what looks like patches of his skin stapled in a stylistic pattern “oh yea~ sexy villain alert, he won’t be hard to spot again if he runs.”

“Great work 19, do you think you can be part of the info team and eavesdrop on them?” the lead asked “We got your backs.”

I head with 2 others to snoop in, one of the agents had a camouflage quirk and the other had telepath. I copy the camouflage and slink our way down in the alleyway as the telepath stayed out of sight at the nearest rooftop.

“Dabi-kun! Can’t I just stabby stab the next one? Come on pleaseeee!?”

“Shut up Toga!” growled the male “it’s bad enough that we’re scouting and not in the hide out, its fuckin freezing out here!”

“Humph! Spinner lets me stab the ones that aren’t serious.”

Dabi and Toga huh? Interesting, there seems to be more of them in rotation. I remember that they kidnapped Bakugo but they don’t seem like the ones that are up the chain. Then the girl pulls out a fucking 4 inch knife and I don’t get scared but concerned for this girl’s mental health.

‘19, disarm the girl with your telekinesis’ said the telepath. I expose my armpits to wiggle the knife out of her hand. As I did, the girl freaks out, getting the attention of the male.

“What the fuck Toga?!”

“It’s not me! I swear! Something is controlling my knifey!”

“You fucking psycho bitch! Can’t fucking control your blood lust for like 5 minutes, I’m calling Kurogiri to get me the fuck out of here” he reaches into his pocket to take out a cell phone “maybe your lizard boyfriend will get switched in!” 

‘19! get the cellphone! and teleport it to me!’

I then wrestle the cellphone out of his hand, he doesn’t have a tight grip on it and I zipped it over to me and teleported it to the telepath. But to the 2 scouts, it looked like the cell phone disappeared into thin air. 

“Oh no! the alley is haunted!” screamed the girl “Dabi-kun I’m scared!”

“Great! Toga that was our only form of contact with the others” the male was losing his sanity “HEY GHOST BITCH! COME OUT AND FIGHT ME! or kill the girl, she’s super annoying.”

“HEY thats not nice Dabi-kun!” said the girl as she fought with her knife “once I get control of my knife, its over for you bitches!”

“I’ve had enough of this!” blue flames rise from his fists. I get kicked into high alert, time to fight sexy man and knife girl.

‘19! fight them off as 44 escapes to the others, I will let you know when they’re at the safe zone.’

Go time for me, without deactivating the camouflage, I levitate the two to distract them from the footsteps of the other agent as they fled.

“WAH! please don’t hurt me ghost-sama!” sobbed the girl. I tossed her in the dumpster and tossed the sexy man against the wall. No signal on the safety of my fellow agent, time to have some fun. I switch the voice changer on in my mouth to distortion.

“Wow, so this is one of the mighty league of villains? Don’t seem so tough or scary” I taunted as I picked him up and pinned him to the wall “and such a pretty one like you! What are you doing here all by yourself on such a cold night?” I touch his face for the copy, dropping the camouflage. He was taken back when he saw my covered face.

“W-who are you?!” he stammered in fear.

“I’ll save you Dabi-kun!” cried out the girl as she jumped out of the dumpster.

“Quiet little girl” I said as I blasted a wall of blue flame, blocking her from coming any closer to us “can’t you see the adults are talking?”

“What do you want from us? Are you one of those stupid renegades!”

“HA! renegades?! Don’t you dare call me one of those hero rejects!” I make a flame out of my free hand “call me that again and I’ll defile that pretty face of yours.” He stares at my blue flame, like I took it away from him “oh? impressed by my skill?”

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want. But we’re just here to scout so if-”

“Didn’t anybody tell you boy, this here city, its MINE!” I then get the update.

‘44 is in the safe zone, 19 teleport me out!’

“If I catch you here or your little club of little bitches around these parts, I’ll kill them and take your skulls as my trophies.” I let him go as I walk away.

“Who are you?” asked the male “I haven’t seen you around the scene.”

“They call me, the Black Phantom. Bye bye my raven haired beauty~” I teleported out to the telepath and then to the others.

“What in the actual fuck 19!?” said the lead when we got back to the agency.

“Am-am I in trouble?” I asked meekly because I did get carried away with my distraction.

“No, but that was the most AMAZING display of theatrics I’ve ever seen! Not to mention that you got evidence that we traced to their base while you were distracting them.” he got so giddy that it made me feel like I finally did something right “for once the agents have a successful mission in the books, boss will be so pleased with us. Rest up agents! We celebrate in the morning when we give the full report to Jinko.”

“Thank you sir!” we chanted as dismissal. Everyone pat me on the back for coming in clutch with the copy and the one liners. I get to my room and nobody noticed me walking in, I undress and sleep in peace. I wonder what the others have done?

-End Chapter 18-

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[xfdeath]

Ship meme: Abe and Crane.

[vibrates intensely] are y’all sure about t ha  t 

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - They will be continually fighting, breaking up, and getting back together forever probably. 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - As quickly as it takes them to hate each other again sometimes. 

How was their first kiss? - Awkward, drunk on Abe’s part. Sloppy. Would do it again. 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Ichabod, though he posed it more as a question. 

Who is the best man/men? - Do they...have any other friends to be there??? Irving would be my guess but they gotta find his ass first.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - There’s no bride but Abbie is there of course. 

Who did the most planning? - Abe, complete with jabs about he’s not going to let Ichabod ruin another of his weddings. 

Who stressed the most? - Ichabod. 

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (Simple ceremony, all of Abe’s planning went into the honeymoon.)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Every time they have an argument Abe dramatically crosses Ichabod’s name off the guest list. Hilarity ensues. (”How do you expect me to marry you if I am barred from the ceremony?” “weLL IT WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME YOU RUINED MY MARRIAGE NOW WOULD IT” “of for the love of GOD abraham!”)

Sex:

Who is on top? - Ichabod Crane is a fucking power bottom, fight me.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Abe. Ichabod still gets caught up in the witness business and tends to be distant sometimes because of it. 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - They still have to deal with Abe’s stagnant blood flow, so, y’know. Also Ichabod gets impatient sometimes. 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -  Abe insists. He doesn’t want to be rude. :) 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 0

How many children will they adopt? - Less adoption, more like “fostering” but mostly just Ichabod having a soft spot for wayward kids or orphans and just constantly bringing them home.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Abe makes sure it’s not him thats for sure.

Who is the stricter parent? - Ichabod. Although he has a habit of staying up too late with video games with the kids.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Neither of them really, it depends on the stunt. Going skateboarding with no helmet? Meh. Summoning demons? Absolutely not get your ass home.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - They both do. 

Who is the more loved parent? - It depends on what kind of kids are around. Some of them like that Abe shows them how to ride a horse....or load a gun... some of them like that Ichabod lets them play Call of Duty for 9 hours straight on a Friday night. 

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Ichabod. Abe would still get fucking banned. 

Who cried the most at graduation? - Neither, but Ichabod is the embarrassing dad that wont stop hugging and taking pictures. 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Ichabod, usually because they ran into Abbie. 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Abe. Ichabod gets busy with the witnessing, he doesn’t mind. 

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Ichabod. 

Who does the grocery shopping? - Whoever’s out and remembers they need something. 

How often do they bake desserts? - Abe overbakes, Ichabod pawns the excess off on the police department. (Reyes complains he’s making her men fat.) 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Balanced diets.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Ichabod, actually. He knows they have their ups and downs but despite all the bickering, it’s still nice how things worked out.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Ichabod. He enjoys all the new places and varieties of foods you can get in this century.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Ichabod probably? Idk you can’t tell me this man hasn’t had an accident with at least two coffee makers and one microwave. 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Ichabod, he nags about Abe leaving weapons around, especially if they’ve go some of the kiddos with them.

Who is really against chores? - Neither. 

Who cleans up after the pets? - Equally divided. 

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Abe, sometimes. 

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Ichabod. He still has his upbringing drilled into him, Abe is considerably more relaxed these days. 

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Ichabod. He’s the one that lost it. 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Abe. 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Abe. 

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - They don’t unless Abbie and Jenny badger them into it. These types of celebrations are still new to the both of them, what with the hats and the snowmen and Santas and such. (Side note: One season Ichabod had time off and built a few very cute snowmen with the kids. He woke up the next morning, found them beheaded and the snowy heads lining the fence. Abe slept in the office for the entire weekend.)

What are their goals for the relationship? - Try to let past anger go and build something new. It works, usually but being a witness means sometimes things happen that reopen old wounds and well, they both have tempers when the situation is right. 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Abe. Ichabod sometimes, if he’s had a long week. 

Who plays the most pranks? - Abe. Beheading things is usually used if he’s being petty about some disagreement.