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lowkeyremi · 4 months

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Hey there! was looking through your stuff and realized you’ve never written about Iida before. So guess what? IM gonna be the change…

Could you possibly write a scenario of Iida going through the motions of proposing to the reader? How he’s super meticulous and everything has to go according to plan to where things just…don’t? lol.

But things work out anyways because of course it’s Tenya Iida.

You can do gender neutral or fem, I really don’t care. Thanks!

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

Perfection t. iida x gn!reader

remi's note: hiiiii!!! i do need to branch out on who i write about don't i? lolll anyway i was super happy to see you requested. you're one of my fav writers on here and it's an honor to write for u!! this is such a cute idea too bc he's def an over thinker and needs everything to go 100% his way. also. wow. this was wayyyy longer than i intended for it to be <3

cw: fluff, slight angst in the beginning, things don't quite go as planned, tenya goes to his big bro for advice, silliness, a little bit of swearing.

He's tense of course, sitting in his office as the time ticks by. He wants to call his brother just one more time but he knows exactly what he's going to say, "Tenya, you're stressing this too much, they're going to say yes." Which is not what he wants to hear. He needs an absolute fool proof plan and then some.

As he's sitting there thinking his secretary walks in, she looks tired and Tenya pities making her stay a little after her shift finished. "Sir, don't you think it's about time for you to head out? I don't mean to intrude but your partner did get off of work about two hours ago, correct?" She asks looking at her watch.

Two hours? He looks back at the clock. His stomach drops automatically, you must be worried about him. Tenya's never more than an hour late from work, except on nights he tells you he'll be working late.

"Oh my, I suppose I should get home.. I didn't realize how much time has passed by." Truth is, he's not ready to go home. There are already about twenty five different failed scenarios he can think of at the top of his head.

The secretary notices this and she gives him a soft smile, "I'm sure they'll say yes, sir. You guys have been together for six years now and for as long as I've worked for you I haven't seen your partner's love waver." He should be comforted by her words but he's too caught up in his thoughts to feel any comfort.

"I can't do it tonight. I wanted to take them out for dinner and do it afterwards but it's too late tonight. I think I'll aim for this weekend." He sighs quietly. This is the 8th time he's failed to propose to you. He really has been trying, but it's so.. hard.

You're amazing in so many ways and such a kind hearted person. At the same time you can be strict and helpful. You're absolutely everything Tenya's wanted and needed in his life, so it's hard. He doesn't want to propose to you only for you to deny him.

These thoughts shouldn't consume him because he knows you love him. You've given him plenty of your firsts, and him the same. That ugly little voice in the back of his mind won't leave him alone though. It's the same voice that made him think avenging his brother for Stain's wrong doing was okay. The same voice that told him it was okay to dress up as a civilian in order to save Bakugo. The same voice that gets him into so much trouble.

"Good night, Ms. Suzuki." He says waving in her direction as he packs every thing in his brief case.

"Good night, Sir, you've got this." She says, and he sucks in a breath as her heels click away from his office.

Does he have this?

He doesn't remember much, doesn't even remember driving home. Yet here he is unlocking the door. Upon opening it he can see the soft glow of the TV in the living room. The smell of take out reaches his nose and he immediately relaxes.

"I'm home, baby." He says loud enough for you to hear. His eyes soften as you jump up off the couch to greet him.

"And where were you at mister?" There's a smirk covering your face and he opens his arms to embrace you in a hug.

"Work," he sighs before continuing, "I didn't notice the time until Ms. Suzuki mentioned it." He hears you click your tongue. He feels so at home with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"If you keep overworking that poor lady she might just quit." He smiles at your lecture.

"I know, I know. Tell me about your day? I'm not feeling too good." He says quietly.

"Sick?" You ask checking his forehead. He shakes his head 'no'.

"I just feel like shit right now." He slumps slightly. Your eyes soften and you lead him to the table for some dinner.

He listens to you talk about your promotion and how one of your co workers pulled you aside to tell you that you did not deserve your new position.

"Congratulations, my dear. I wish I could have bought you some flowers. I didn't receive your messages, because I had my personal phone off today. Also don't take their word to heart, they're just jealous of you." He picks up some noodles with his chopsticks.

"It's nothing to worry about Tenya, I promise. Also I know they were jealous but it's still hard to ignore. What about you? How was your day?" He wants to tell you, he really does. He wants to tell you about how much he's struggled to propose to you these last few weeks but he doesn't.

"Nothing really interesting happened today, just the usual." You can tell there's something he's not telling you but instead of prying you nod your head. If he wants to tell you he will.

It's been about four days since then and Tenya is sitting in his brother's home holding his nephew.

"Uncle Tenya?" The small child asks.

"Yes, Hachiro?" He looks just like his mother Tenya thinks. The only feature the little boy did get from Tensei was his red eyes.

"When will you marry [name]? I want a cousin." Tenya's first question is does he know how kids are made?

"Well, um. I'm not sure. I haven't asked them yet. What do you mean you want a cousin?" He asks the child to elaborate.

"Well I mean my mommy and daddy had me somehow so you and [name] can get me a cousin, right? I want someone to play with." He sounds sincere and it makes his heart tug a little bit. Hachiro is absolutely adorable.

"Don't bother your uncle with such questions, your friend is here for your playdate." Tensei says to Hachiro who immediately hops out of Tenya's lap to run down the stairs where his mother and best friend await him.

"That kid, he's something alright." Tensei chuckles sitting down with two cups of tea.

"Thank you for letting me come over on such short notice." Tenya's stressed because he believes tomorrow is the day he will actually ask the question.

"Of course, what's up little bro?" Tensei sips at his tea.

"I think tomorrow- tomorrow I'm going to do it. For real this time." His breathing becomes shaky and his brother's eyes light up.

"You can do it, Tenya. Let me tell you from experience, it won't be a perfect fairytale proposal but in the end it will work out. When I decided to marry Maria it was so awkward because I had to have our translator there to tell her what I was saying. Since then, I've been learning english. She loves to look back and laugh at our engagement though." He says with a smile.

Tenya thinks to the day his brother called him and told him that he asked Maria to marry him. Tenya asked him if he learned the phrase in english to which he responded with "um... our translator was there to tell her what I was saying and vice versa." He thought it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.

"Basically my proposal can't be worse than yours?" Tenya asks with a smirk to which is brother playfully punches his shoulder.

"That is not what I said you little brat." The two break into laughter and Tenya feels much lighter.

"I've got to go get things set up." He responds standing up. His brother also stands up and the two hug each other.

"Call me and tell me how it goes afterward!" He nods and on the way out he tells his nephew and sister in law goodbye.

You were still at work by the time Tenya got home. He calls your favorite restaurant. In order to ask of a special request. He knows they don't do reservations but he wants to know if he can make an exception for this special moment.

"Sorry sir, we don't do reservations. It's a policy." The woman over the phone says and he's crushed.

Suddenly he has the idea to order out, "Can I call back tomorrow and place an order for pick up?"

"You most certainly can, Sir!" Her voice has no hatred just pure kindness.

"Alright, thank you. Goodbye." As soon as she says bye back to him he hangs up quickly forming a plan. He'll order your favorite food to go and set up a cute date at your favorite park, then when you're finished eating, the two of you will walk over to the water fountain you met at and he'll get down on one knee for you.

It's simple, he'd really love to go all out but he can't bear the stress of something potentially going wrong.

He hopes you'll like it.

He asked you to meet up at the park you used to frequent when you guys first started dating.

He's shaking slightly, while looking at the placement of the rose petals and candles. He'd sent a picture to his brother and Midoriya for assurance. Both told him it looked really good.

He's dressed in a blue button down and black slacks, not too fancy but not plain.

He sees you walk up to the table, a smile finds its way to your face and your eyes sparkle.

"What's all of this?" You ask. He helps you sit down on the wooden bench. You take in the beautifully set table. It's slightly windy but you don't mind.

"Um. I- i uh you know. Felt like we haven't been on a proper date in awhile so decided to set up a little something."

"Well you've out done yourself, baby. This looks so pretty." A little bit of stress is lifted off his shoulders. He's happy to hear you compliment his work.

The two of you eat your favorite food. You happen to notice another white box that sits closer to the end of the table.

"Ooooo, is that the cake I like from that place?" You ask pointing at the box. He nods quickly. His face flushes slightly when he sees you smile. It warms his heart.

"It is." You look into his red eyes trying to find the true meaning of this date, but your boyfriend is good at keeping his composure.

You won't give up much to his dismay, "This must be a very special dinner if you got me this cake." He shakes his head and shrugs.

"I promise it's nothing out of the ordinary." He calmly baits you into a different topic of some of your favorite foods which you go on about for twenty seven minutes. Yes, he was counting.

"Are you ready for cake?" He shouldn't even have to ask because he already knows the answer but he asks anyway.

"Of course I want cake! Can I cut it?" Tenya's calm demeanor drops right at that moment. He's starting to panic because he didn't bring a knife for the cake. It's only a minor inconvenience but still causes him to doubt himself.

"I'm guessing you didn't bring a knife, huh? It's alright, I'll cut it with the end of the fork!" You scooch over to grab the box, mouth watering at the thought of your favorite cake.

"You sure? I could run down to the nearest convenience store and-"

"Relax, honey, you're over thinking this. We won't die, I promise." Your words ground him. He takes deep breathes until he's calm again.

"Right. Sorry my love." The disappointment on his face causes you to frown.

"Aw come on, don't apologize. I promise it's fine." You cup his chin with your free hand and he leans into the touch with a small smile.

"Are we walking to the fountain? I'm stuffed, I don't wanna walk too far." He nods at your question. He's smiling like a teenaged boy and you're wondering what he's up too.

With your hands intertwined and the cool wind hitting your face, you feel content. There's no place on earth you'd rather be than right here.

The beautiful fountain where you met Tenya was close in sight. You could see the lights that were placed inside of it shining brightly.

There's a small thunk that reaches your ears and you turn around thinking you might have dropped something.

When you stop to turn around, you notice a small velvety box that had fallen to the ground.. it must be Tenya's.

"Tenya, wait. You dropped something." He turns around to see what it is and when he does all the color drains from his face.

"Fuck... fuck! The one time everything needs to be perfect I fuck it up." He says cursing himself. You realize what the box is and a giddy feeling takes over.

"Tenya, please calm down. It's okay I'll pretend I didn't see it." You say closing your eyes. It makes him chuckle a little bit to see you act so innocent.

"I appreciate the effort but the surprise is ruined..." He sighs and rubs his face roughly.

"Tenyaaaa. Were you going to take me where we first met and propose?" You ask with a wobbly smile.

"Mhm." You can tell he's upset over it being "ruined" but this is about the happiest day of your life. He's so sweet and thoughtful and knowing him he's probably been stressing this for a long time.

"My poor boyfriend stressing this moment, oh come here baby." You stretch your arms out for a hug and he doesn't hesitate to hug you back.

"Yes, by the way." You whisper into his ear and he scoffs playfully.

"I can I ask the question first?" You roll your eyes the stray tears falling onto his shirt.

"[name], I can't even lie I've been stressing this moment for the past couple of weeks. Let me tell you it has NOT been easy. I've consulted to my brother and Midoriya countless times in order to ensure a perfect proposal and if I'm being honest I should have taken Tensei's advice of 'it won't be perfect' it would have saved me a lot of stress.... but, would you do the honor of marrying me, being my equal, and staying with me through any and everything?" His voice is shaky and he's blushing so hard that you want a picture to show to everyone.

"Yes! Yes I will. WOOP WOOP. He likes it so he's about to put a ring on it!!!" You yell in excitement to no one in particular.

He's crying and laughing at how silly you are.

"I don't know what I was so afraid of."

"Me either!" You agree.

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seijorhi · 7 months

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Hey, god it’s me again. 😔 LOL

I think that at this point of my life your beautiful and flawless fic ‘means to an end’ has physical intertwined with me. It is a part of my mind, soul, and body. 😩 Everything about it is chefs kiss.

I wish I could just kiss that beautiful big brain of yours for coming up with such delicious ideas. The way it’s on my mind daily since the moment I read it is SICKENING (in a good way obvi 😏).

I will go through my day and out of nowhere something will remind me of it and along will come a question. You did this to me Rhi 🫵.

NOW I know you’re very busy with getting your new fic ready (absolutely excited btw, I love Gojo and knowing your beautiful mind , anything you write will be to die for!!!!) but I wanted to ask a couple questions (I know, shocker right?). Since I know you’re busy, don’t feel obligated to answer these questions. In fact, I’ll be very happy if you even reply with a heart. (I simply just wanted to let you know deeply I appreciate/admire your work.)

But here are my troublesome questions:

- Did the guys on their volleyball team know about their obsession with the reader?

- I know you mentioned Atsumu having girlfriends through highschool but did that apply to Osamu too? (Especially since he liked the reader first?)

- This is sort of like my first question but did the girlfriends know as well? And if they did, did they feel any jealousy? (Jealousy from their boyfriend giving his attention to someone else.)

- Since there was a long period of time of not seeing the reader, did they have hopes of seeing her again? (before Atsumu found ame)

- While in that period of time did the twins still date around?

That’s all but please if you have anything else to add , it’s definitely welcomed. 🫶 (also I’m sorry if these questions sound silly or stupid but they’ve been taking up my mind for awhile and I’m sorry to everyone for constantly bringing up ‘means to an end’ but that fic has a strong grip on me yall. Like I’m down bad on my knees for this version/fic of the Miya twins 😔.)

OFF TOPIC: I’ve been trying very hard to be more active with my favorite writers to show love and support but still find the idea to be very scary. I still get nervous sending in messages or asks but I’m trying to take baby steps. I also want to gain the confidence of not having to press the anonymous button because I want you to know who I am but as a second baby step , I will now be signing my post with my nickname since I want you to (sort of) know who I am ☺️ (and not just some crazed fan lol.)

-🌬️🌫️ katia

(I keep on forgetting which emojis I used on the previous questions I sent but I hope I got it right this time 🥲)

(Edit: you’ll probably see the same message again but that’s because I’m sending it to you again because I forgot to mention this in the pervious one 😰.

You’ve inspired me to start taking a more darker route in my writing. I began writing maybe a month ago and it’s a romance novel. (So far I’ve got two chapters 🫠).

But these past couple days I’ve been REALL REALLY wanting to write more darker content (like the kind you write, you’ve inspired me a great deal with your writing technique).

But the problem is I don’t know how to write yandere/horror/gore. So I was wondering if it wasn’t to much of a bother, if you could give me some tips or advice. (Im very new to writing and I have my struggles but I want to branch out to more darker themes, like you and fairy.) Still learning the ropes but I hope with your guidance, I’ll get there 🫡. )

hello my love!

okay so first of all if ur gonna keep being so cute and complimentary i will melt into a soft gooey puddle and be of no use to anybody so be warned.

as for your questions:

i would say that most people who spent a decent amount of time around the twins, i.e. their teammates and classmates, would have at least an inkling about their interest in bullying her. the miyas are many things, subtle isn't one of them. having said that, i think out of everyone, suna was probably the only one who saw it for what it was

hookups yes, 'girlfriends' no

again, anyone who spent a significant amount of time around the twins was bound to eventually put two and two together. which isn't to say that they were all blind going in – some undoubtedly thought they could snag his attention once they were officially dating, only to find themselves bitterly disappointed

they 100% both kept tabs on the reader, it was more a case of biding their time and waiting for the right moment

yes. not serious, long term relationships (aside from ame) as neither one of them would be capable of faking it for more than a few months but relationships all the same

advice wise, i dug up this old post which hopefully will be at least a little helpful??

beyond that, all i can really say is that for me, good yandere/horror fics balance emotion with tension, and the build up of both. the characterisation is also really important – what makes you love to loathe them, or alternatively, not see them coming until it's entirely too late. nothing bores me more in a yan fic than when the writer hasn't bothered to give their yan a personality beyond a cookie cutter obsession.

but congrats on getting started with writing! i'm proud of you bby <33

#i was literally in the process of typing up a response to the first one when i got the second ghvfjdksjnhfjdks #rhi answers #fic asks #means to an end

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rogesims · 11 months

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Vacation

Two weeks after Flower Day, just a week before graduation, Willow got her scholarship letters. She was accepted in two! She's now considering leaving the Harris' garage and using the money to help her pay a small apartment for herself.

Leo and Marcos were about to have their final exams, so they could barely see each other except in between classes.

"My family will make a trip together this weekend. Wanna come?", asked Leo.

"Can't. My mom has some family stuff to sort out in another town and wants me along."

"I had an idea, but I need to wait for the pack release first. Did you know Summer 14th is Pride Day?"

Marcos was curious.

"Course I do! What's on your mind?"

"I heard San Sequoia has a great Pride Festival. My dad told me I can work with him and save money for the loading screens!"

"YES! I'm sure Dani will also love the idea. And Sid! And Ash! And Van! Let's invite everyone!"

Leo could barely listen to a word Mr. Morlind was saying... Soon classes would be over and he'd have a WHOLE week on vacation! He knew about someone else who would probably also love to hear about their Pride excursion.

Mols said she'd love it. Her mom wanted to go skiing but she'd rather die by Vlad.

"She made me organize Career Day for extra credit and I need some fresh air. Just so you know, I signed you up."

"Well", replied Leo, "if that means you're coming, I can find some fun in that!"

When they got home, both Moe and Leo had great news! Leo has been promoted to Speedrunner and Moe got to her branch selection. She got a unique opportunity and ended up on her path to stardom again! It seems like it doesn't matter the universe, Moe is destined to fame.

The Harrises landed in Lani St. Taz! They're staying the weekend at the Saphire Shores Resort.

"Won't this be too expensive, mom?"

"Baby, don't be silly...This isn't a real hotel, they don't exist in the game! We won't pay a thing, this is just a spa."

A well-deserved vacation... Being a legacy family ain't easy! Since they didn't pay for the stay, the family enjoyed the premises before having dinner.

It's dinner time, and the Harrises went to the best (the only) restaurant in Sulani!

"Thank you so much for this trip, guys! It's a great close to my High School Years!", said Willow.

"We're also celebrating Moe's promotion. She's famous now!" "

And Leo is ending his junior year!", Moe replied. "It's time you start thinking about your future, baby."

"To be honest, I don't know, mom. I've been working at the drama club, but Copperdale is too far away from Honeywood."

"We're not gonna live there forever, you know? Legacies are known for moving all around the SimNation."

"You should trust your gut, Leo. I'm sure the Watcher will find a way of helping your dreams come true." Leo didn't have all this blind faith.

"How can the Watcher know what to do, when I can't?"

"They made us cross universes to save the legacy. You'll be good!"

"I hope you're right, mom. I have just a few weeks left before my gen takes over."

"Watcher surely have something in store for you. Just keep on going through Live Mode and soon I know things will become clearer!"

After dinner, Leo vanished. Moe found him at a fishing spot nearby. "Can I sit here?"

"What if I'm not a good heir as you both? You had a Starlight Boulevard star, for woohoock sake! I don't think I can top that."

"Leo... You don't have to be like us. You're good just the way you are and doing the things you want to do. Legacy gens are different."

"I acted, and I now work with social causes because that's what makes me happy; same with your dad and cooking", Moe reassured him.

"And what about the drama, and the interesting plots?"

"Oooh, 'The Drama'! Not every legacy will be as messy as a Swan or a Lacey. And that's ok."

Moe gave her big baby a loving hug.

"Whatever your story is, you'll be loved and there will always be someone who enjoys your path. I promise."

Next morning, after an... um... eventful night, Moe had news for the family.

Breakfast by the sea, the perfect moment to break the news!

"Family, we're having a spare Harris! The first legacy infant is due to fall!"

"Another one, thank you!"

#Harris Legacy #Harris Legacy Gen 2/Gen 3

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themand0lorian · 3 years

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HeLLLOOOOooooo Marcus Moreno needs some love. I see a lot of whump for Marcus being hurt but what about the team getting captured but no powers!heroic!reader gets badly hurt and gets thrown in the room with the rest of them while unconscious and Marcus shifts all his focus to her? Protective angst to fluff?

alright anon, I watched this god awful movie for this so I hope you enjoy!!

Best Laid Plans

Summary: Even the best laid plans can come tumbling down.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, superhero violence)

Words: ~7500 (Read on AO3)

Tags: hurt/comfort, mutual pining, reader injury (nondescript), superheroes and supervillains that are cheesy because I am bad at making them up, happy ending

Notes: This is younger Marcus! I picture reader is eventually Missy’s mom, but do with that what you will. I just wanted some unsure/pining Marcus and to explore where his leadership style came from, since it seems like he’s not really a natural leader like Missy is. I also changed his powers a bit since it’s not clear exactly what they are.

Sometimes, Marcus wished he had the power of invisibility. Sure, metal bending was cool—a party trick at bars in college, a fun prank to play on his mom when he was young—but more than anything, he just wanted to disappear. Like his powers, the new generation of heroics coming up was enjoyable—until it wasn’t. Gone were silly games, childhood naivety and harmless fun. Now, he had the world to save—him and the other Heroics—and this pressure wasn’t something he was able to bend to his will.

While his associates leaned into the role, snapping pictures, shaking hands, kissing babies, Marcus preferred to blend to the background. He was trained, sure—Anita made sure of that—but he would let Lava Girl melt the villain of the day, let Vox shatter their eardrums until they bled, let Miracle Guy sign autographs for his adoring (pretty, female) fans, choosing instead to wish, like metal, he could melt away to liquid.

The new round of heroics also meant a new leader would need to step up; Marcus felt Miracle Guy had the role in the bag. All bravado, super strength, flight—a picture perfect Heroic—to lead the team to countless victories, and he could lead the life he wanted. Settle down, away from the spotlight. Maybe have a few flings, get a dog—a big scruffy thing, he thinks—go on a vacation. Finally relax, maybe pull out his metal bending while drunk on a dare but otherwise tuck his powers away for good.

He had started his plan in motion recently, finally moving out of his mom’s and into his own place. He knew she meant well, but her overbearing smothering, combined with the fact that she would throw training at him at all hours of the day, meant he was ready to branch on his own. Find who he is without the Heroics, without the powers. Not Marcus Moreno, Heroic; Marcus Moreno, Some Guy.

He’s walking through the park to get to get to his car when he sees you the first time. Sure, he could catch a ride with one of the helicopter backpacks, or meld a bus to his will, but normalcy starts here; and he’s glad it does, because it brings him to you. You’re crying, but trying to hide it—sniffing angry tears as you tap aggressively on your phone before throwing it into your bag.

“Excuse me, miss? Do you need help?” Marcus can’t help it—it’s practically in his blood to help innocent civilians, and sure, Magnetron is picking you up in his giant magnetic grip and dangling you off a building, but seeing a pretty girl cry on a park bench incites the same feeling in him. You look up at him, wide-eyed, and for a second, Marcus is disappointed. He knows that look; the look of someone who thinks they know him; Marcus Moreno, Heroic, and will want an autograph or a selfie or—

“No, thank you,” you sniffle, gathering your things. He notices you have several bags with you, too many for one person, but when he reaches to help, you shrink away. “I—I need to be getting to work. First and last day,” you whisper sardonically.

“What do you mean?” He can’t help it. Something in you draws him to you, makes him want to know more. Subconsciously, he’s giving his best puppy dog eyes, and you relent.

“I—I’m a PA. And I lost my boss’ BlackBerry, and now I don’t know when any of his meetings are, and like—that’s my whole job, planning, so now the whole world is going to end, and he’s gonna fire me,” you sigh, choking back more tears as you walk away from him; he fights the chuckle bubbling at your theatrics. “I—I need to go face the music.”

“I—I could help you look?” Marcus offers, and you stop in your tracks, turning to him. “It can’t have gone far. Let’s look around,” he says, turning to look along the path in the grass. You cock your brow, but turn your back to him, looking through shrubs as well.

“I—I already looked everywhere, I couldn’t find—" You’re stopped by a tap to the shoulder, turning to find Marcus holding up the missing BlackBerry with a grin. “How—how did you find it!” you yell in disbelief, grabbing it and hugging him with whispered thanks in the process. It’s so powerful he almost falls backwards, but he catches himself with a step back, and you pull away sheepishly.

“Gosh, I’m such an idiot—hugging a stranger and I don’t even know his name,” you chuckle, giving him yours. Marcus contemplates for a minute—part of him wants to tell you. Wants to tell you that he summoned all loose metal items in a one block radius the second you turned your back, quickly picking the phone out of the array of loose change and lost keys before sending it all back to its resting place. But part of him wants to stay like this, just a guy helping a pretty girl. Unable to choose, he gives you his name, letting you make the choice based on your reaction.

“Marcus Moreno. Guess the world is saved,” he chuckles.

“Marcus Moreno. My hero,” you croon with a smile, clutching the phone to your heart, and for the first time, Marcus thinks he likes the ring of that.

Marcus curses himself the entire car ride, the tram ride into headquarters, the elevator ride to the meeting room, and as he sits in his assigned seat around the conference table—he forgot to ask for your phone number, struck dumb by your smile and wave as you walked away. All his coworkers are already here—Shark Boy and Lava Girl whisper in the corner, Lava Girl’s hair turning shades of pink as Shark Boy says something cheeky. Tech-No is typing away on some sort of data pad at his side, Invisigirl coming into sight when the screen ahead of them flicks on with a report. The only noticeable absence is Miracle Guy, though Marcus can’t say he minds, focusing instead on the screen as a scientist goes through techno-babble on a new weapon he barely understands, trying to keep his focus when all his brain wants to think about is you.

Miracle Guy slips in at some point during the meeting, muttering under his breath to his seat neighbors before Anita shushes him, and Marcus rolls his eyes. Not soon enough, the meeting adjourns, and Marcus rushes from the room—maybe, if he goes back to the park, and waits all day, you’ll come back—it has to be on your walk to work, or he could stop by in the morning—

His train of thought is only interrupted when he walks directly into something, a small “oomf” leaving his lips as he instinctively reaches out to steady whatever he walked into; the smell of coffee fills the air, and he belatedly realizes it’s because it’s all over him and the person he walked into, apologies escaping his mouth as he quickly bends to try and clean up the mess on the floor.

“Marcus?” Your voice is small, and if it wasn’t for the soft splat of coffee dripping from the edge of your skirt to the floor, he’d think you were a dream, repeating your name back to you. You both look completely dumbfounded, the empty paper cup in your hands long forgotten as Marcus stays on his knees in front of you a beat too long, looking up through thick lashes until he realizes he’s staring.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry—I didn’t see you, and—” He speaks quickly as he walks over to someone’s desk, pulling tissues from their box.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, taking a tissue from his hand to blot your shirt, but your eyes never leave his as he cleans the puddle on the floor.

“What are you doing here?” he repeats, and you laugh.

“I told you I was a personal assistant—I wasn’t kidding when I said the world would end over a missed meeting,” you chuckle, Marcus standing with the soiled napkins to dispose of them and walking back to look at you in awe. “What do you do? Some kind of—” you pause to take in his outfit; a leather jacket and button-down shirt, thick rimmed glasses, no spandex in sight “—accounting?”

“No, not—” Marcus is interrupted before he can finish his thought.

“That better not be my coffee all over you.” Your entire face crumples as Miracle Guy strides up, turning his nose up. “Marcus, is she bothering you? First she makes me late this morning, now this, I—”

“No, no bother,” he replies shakily, both of you exchanging a look. “I actually spilled your coffee, not her. She was just in the crossfire,” he jokes, and you look relieved, silently thanking him for taking the fall.

“What, you bend a paperclip too hard, Iron Man?” Miracle Guy snorts, and you raise an eyebrow as Marcus rolls his eyes. Miracle Guy looks to you next. “Sweetheart, can you go get me another? And maybe clean up on your way back, can’t have you looking a mess when I meet the mayor later,” he sneers, walking away from you as you roll your eyes.

“Sorry about him,” you apologize. “Uh—I guess I’m on my way to get coffee, boss’s orders. Do you—do you want to come, maybe?” You offer shyly.

“Don’t you need to clean up?’” Marcus responds.

“Eh. It’s on the way. Besides—you gotta get out of those clothes before you rust, Iron Man,” you chuckle, beginning to walk toward the exit of the building, and Marcus follows obediently on your heels.

You’re back in HQ, waiting for the elevator with coffee-in-hand before you finally ask Marcus the origin of his new nickname.

“Why does he call you ‘Iron Man?’”

“Hm?”

“Miracle Guy—why does he call you ‘Iron Man,’” you repeat looking over to Marcus. He takes a long swig of his coffee before responding.

“Uh—I can move metal,” he mumbles, and you look at him incredulously.

“You—can move metal?” you ask with confusion, and Marcus looks around the lobby, eyes stopping on the silverware in the canteen. He reaches out a hand and flicks it, and several spoons raise from the counter, the cashier behind them rolling her eyes and moving to the back to gather more. With another flick, the cutlery flies over to where you’re standing, dumb-struck. They all float in front of you, then twist as Marcus twists his hand. You look from the spoons to Marcus in awe; several have morphed and twisted together, the bowls forming petals at the top as a makeshift flower lands softly in your hands.

“Uh—Yeah. I can move metal,” he replies sheepishly, and you look to the spoons and back to him again as he steps onto the elevator. You step on behind him, Miracle Guy’s coffee in one hand, the metal flower cradled in the other, and you both face the doors.

“You can move metal,” you chuckle, meeting his eyes as the doors open and Miracle Guy rushes over for his caffeine fix. The spoons stay cradled in your hand, placed gently on your desk outside Miracle Guy’s office, and you look to Marcus as he walks by with a broad smile.

“See you later, Iron Man.”

“See you, Pepper Potts,” he replies with a smile—the significance of Pepper in Tony Stark’s life not lost on him.

Despite flirtatious beginnings, your relationship with Marcus teetered between friendship and something more for some time; a metal pen appearing on your notebook when you searched for one in a meeting, an offer of a ride to work when he found out you took the bus each morning. You never treated him differently after discovering his superpowers, always quick to laugh at his dumb jokes or to place a hand on top of his when it felt like the world was crushing him. One day, after a particularly bad run-in with Black Siren, you both sat in the breakroom over coffee, silent under the dimmed lighting.

“I—I don’t know how to keep doing this,” Marcus admitted smally. So many lives had been lost, and while Black Siren was defeated in the end, he often wondered at what cost.

“You don’t have to,” you probed gently.

“I was born with superpowers. I have to.” You hum.

“You know—my mom used to say everyone had superpowers. Some people were born with ones like you, or like Miracle Guy, but some people—they have everyday superpowers,” you seem to weigh what you’re saying before continuing. “Like, do you know someone who’s really scary-good at crossword puzzles? Someone who never hits a red light on the way to work? Maybe those are their superpowers. Yours are moving metal, but that chef at Bello Italiano’s—his is making perfect pasta, and that guy at the baseball game last week—his is tossing popcorn in his mouth with impeccable aim,” you muse, reminiscing on a few of your recent outings with Marcus. Marcus swirls his coffee in contemplation.

“What is yours?” You look to him. “Your everyday superpower.”

“I’m not sure—but that’s not the point. My point is, maybe—maybe you don’t need to save everyone, Iron Man. Maybe the rest of the world, with their ability to win $1 lotto scratch offs or bowl a perfect strike or know exactly when their phone is done charging, maybe they can take a turn,” you shrug. “No one expects you to save everyone, Marcus. Not me, not Miracle Guy, not your mom. But even saving one person—that’s enough. It’s enough for them, it’s enough for me. And I wish it was enough for you,” you finish, taking another swig of your coffee. Marcus looks at you in admiration, your words settling over him like a film until you look at your watch.

“C’mon, Iron Man. Time to get you back to JARVIS,” you joke, gathering your items as he does the same. The walk to his car is quiet, dark except for the lamplights lining the parking lot, and before he turns to the driver’s side of the car, his hand finds yours.

“Thanks, Pepper,” he says reverently, and you nod.

“Any time, Stark,” you reply with a grin, squeezing his hand before letting go. The entire ride home, you think about how happy you are to have met him—to have run into him figuratively then literally, to have a man like Marcus in your life, so compassionate and caring only to be crushed by the weight of the world—and if he’d let you, you’d hold some of it for him.

In the driver’s seat, Marcus thinks about how hopelessly and endlessly in love with you he is.

Despite his late-night revelations, Marcus doesn’t act on his feelings; he tries to ignore it. Before he met you, he had these images of being a “normal” guy—careless flings, rolling out of bed to saunter into work, sports games blasting on the tv. Now, though—now he sees you in a white dress, rolling in the bed alongside him, light lullabies drifting through the house as a baby stops crying. Any wild, rebellious phase he had planned out the window, now a mostly crafted and calculated future missing the most important piece—you. And it’s terrifying.

You told him you didn’t know your superpower, but Marcus thinks he does—planning. There’s a reason you’re a PA, turning down several job offers that would get you better pay and away from Miracle Guy, and that’s because you’re good at it. Despite a few hiccups at the start, Miracle Guy has never attended more meetings, never shown more leadership potential than when you started as his assistant. Marcus has a sneaking suspicion that all of his plans, his routes of action may have come from you, but you won’t admit it, shrugging your shoulders when he asks you about it. Sure, Miracle Guy was the leader, but you—you were in charge.

You got lost in your mind sometimes, all your planning and plotting stored in the matter between your ears, going through mental checklist after mental checklist as you readied yourself for work. You knew how to talk down Lava Girl from an eruption, had a sushi restaurant on call for when Shark Boy got peckish. You made Vox her tea in the morning, you brought Tech-No his chargers before he even realized he forgot them. None of this was in your job description, but you seemed to have everything planned down to a T; even Miracle Guy’s coffee makes it to him on time and at temperature, no longer splashed over Marcus.

So when Marcus was assigned to lead the next recon mission, he knew exactly who to go to. He found you typing away outside of Miracle Guy’s office, only startled out of your work when Marcus flicked his wrists and gently lifted your laptop up and out of your reach, levitating it in the air.

“Hey, Iron Man, very funny,” you jest sarcastically, standing to pull the laptop back to you and placing it on your desk as he leaned against the edge.

“Hey, listen—I need your help,” he asks sheepishly, watching as you go back to typing.

“Marcus, you know I’m Miracle Guy’s assistant, not yours, right? I mean they offered you one and you said no, so—”

“No, not like—assistant stuff. I need advice,” he replies, ringing his hands, and you pick up on his nervous energy. You rest a hand on his knee, closing your laptop and giving him your full attention, so he continues. “They asked me to lead the recon mission for Brain Matter.”

“That’s great, Marcus!” you chirp, only stopping when you see his frown deepen. “I mean—that’s not great?” you try.

“No, I mean—it’s good, and it's clearly the setup for something more. But I don’t—I don’t know that I want to lead.” He emphasizes the last word, and you rub his leg soothingly. “I don’t know how to lead.”

“Sure you do,” you say gently, squeezing his knee before releasing your hold on him to count off on your fingers. “You’re smart, honest, you communicate well. God knows your resilient, growing up with your mom,” you joke, and it earns you a small chuckle. “You’re empathetic and kind. Don’t know many other leadership qualities than that.”

“Yeah, but—what if I mess up? What if no one listens to me and they all start fighting? Or what if—what if I do the wrong thing and it costs people their lives?”

“You won’t. I know you, Marcus. Any decision you make will be the right one,” you smile, and Marcus blushes, looking to his shoes. You both perk when you hear Miracle Guy call your name from his office, you standing to tend to him. “I gotta go. Just—lead by example. A team full of Marcuses? Brain Matter won’t know what hit her,” you joke, looking into Marcus’ eyes deeply before walking away, only caught again by his voice when your hand hits the door handle.

“Thanks, Pepper.”

“Any time, Iron Man.”

The mission goes…surprisingly well. So well, in fact, that Marcus can’t wait to tell you all about it. He hasn’t felt this way about his powers in years—in control and formidable. Sure, moving metal isn’t super helpful when it comes to a supervillain that reads Heroics’ minds, but Marcus had planned for that. Got the team impenetrable helmets, moved stealthily through the abandoned underground tunnels to the villain’s lair. He delegated tasks, sending Tech-No to download the files from Brain Matter’s computers, sending Invisigirl to free any prisoners being kept on lower levels.

What he hadn’t expected was Brain Matter showing up herself. Stuck in an underground cave, there isn’t much metal to be found, and his powers essentially became useless—a fact Miracle Guy was quick to remind him. Miracle Guy was ready to charge in and attack, use brute force to take down the opponent—but Marcus had a different strategy. Confuse her, render her so immobile with all their thoughts she couldn’t help but crumble. The two bickered quietly, determining the best plan, until your voice cut through Marcus’ brain. Lead by example.

So he did. He removed his helmet, releasing a flood of thoughts to the villain. A song he heard on the radio, what he needed to pick up from the grocery store, future dog names. It didn’t take long for Marcus’ thoughts to turn to you; the curve of your jaw, the sound of your laugh. The furrowed look you make when you type a particularly annoyed email. That sundress you wore last week that drove him crazy. A few of the other heroes followed, removing their helmets to think about any and everything they could. Soon, even Miracle Guy had removed his helmet, and Brain Matter had all but collapsed on the floor, thoroughly overwhelmed and easily captured and brought back to HQ—recon turned into recovery.

Marcus had expected to tell you all about it on the drive in the next day, but was surprised when he entered his office to put away his katanas to find you sitting at his desk, sleeping quietly in the lumpy office chair. It had gotten late, the mission taking much longer than anticipated after Brain Matter’s surprise appearance, but Marcus paused a minute just to take you in. Your face at rest for what felt like the first time, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept. You weren’t planning, or worrying, or organizing—you were just you. Marcus gently twisted the chair, and your eyes fluttered open.

“You’re back,” you said dreamily, still half asleep.

“I’m back,” he whispered.

“Tell me all about how great you were, team leader,” you tease, eyes barely opening and a sleepy smile across your face.

“Tomorrow,” he promised, and you nodded, the weight of your head sinking back into the chair.

“Hmm…can you make this chair carry me home?” you mumble blearily, and he lets out a small giggle.

“No, Pepper. Not enough metal. C’mon,” he reaches out, and despite the purely organic touch, he swears he feels sparks when your hands gently meet his. He pulls you to your feet, allowing you a moment to nuzzle into his side, arms pulling him into a deep hug. Marcus encircles you back, broad and all-encompassing, rubbing his thumb softly on the back of your neck.

“What is this for?” he teases lightly.

“I knew you could do it, Iron Man,” you murmur. “My hero.”

“C’mon, Pepper. Time for bed,” he replies softly, and you sigh, taking in his scent before pulling away. The two of you walk side-by-side, quiet and content, with shoulders brushing under the crescent moon, and he realizes that despite the terror, despite the dissolution of his original plans, his heart was unable to contain the love for you any longer. It was time to throw away the plan and wing it.

What you both hadn’t planned for, of course, was Vortex.

A few weeks after the mission, the day started like any other, Marcus idling outside your apartment at the sun barely peeked over the horizon—you got in with the same cheery demeanor, but it was clear something was eating him. His face was twisted like the metal he moves so effortlessly, hands wrapping and unwrapping around themselves so much you’re surprised the car hasn’t bent to his will.

“Is everything okay—” He interrupts before you can complete the thought.

“Would you want to go out to dinner tonight? With me?” He spits in one breath. Your face morphs to confusion.

“It’s Tuesday, Marcus. We always go to Taco Charlie’s on Tuesdays—”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, Taco Charlie’s. That’s what I meant,” he backtracks sheepishly, silently cursing himself at his choice in day—of course he messed this up, this is what happens when there’s no plan. Everything in his future seems to become foggier at the botched date, the picket fence, the shaggy dog, the noticeable absence of Miracle Guy’s BlackBerry chiming—

“Oh, shit. I forgot Guy’s phone inside,” you make to get out of the car, but he stops you.

“Pepper, we have that early meeting today with the President, we’re gonna be late—”

“Go without me,” you offer, and he furrows his brow. “I’ll take the bus. And then you can drive to Taco Charlie’s,” you chuckle, and he nods, rolling down the window as you shut the door.

“Okay, bye, Iron Man. Don’t save the world without me,” you joke, watching him wave from the car as you enter your apartment building, missing his final thoughts.

“Never, Pepper. Never.”

By the time Marcus makes it to the office, he finds an email letting him know the President needed to postpone a few hours—which gave him all the more time to focus on how royally he’s messed up. When a call came in for a new villain blowing down buildings, he was more than happy to let the team jump on the task and stay behind for the meeting, leaving Miracle Guy to lead them to an easy enemy to be taken down by super strength or super speed or a well-timed lightning bolt. He had more pressing matters to deal with—how deep the hole he wanted to crawl into should be, whether Taco Charlie’s would be willing to poison him if he tipped well, if he would ever recover from his failure of asking you on a date—

He’s so consumed with his thoughts he barely notices the still silence of HQ, all the heroes out to defeat the new foe. He, of course, does notice your empty desk—the metal flower he twisted sitting in a cup perched exactly where you always left it—but doesn’t have too much time to think about it, as his meeting with the President is coming up. He figures you’re out getting coffee, cleaning up the messes Miracle Guy no doubt left behind trying to show off his powers, probably laughing at how pathetic his attempt was to ask you out.

Marcus waits several minutes for the President to show up on the video feed, used to his lateness after years of dealing with public officials, but when the video crackles to life, he jumps to his feet with a start. Instead of the President, he sees a feed of some kind of dungeon; dark and musty, a few yellow-orange lights illuminating the space enough to make out some hunched figures.

“You’ve messed up, Moreno.” The sound of the booming voice makes Marcus’ heart beat in his throat. Suddenly, a loud grinding is heard, and sunlight seems to stream into the space, illuminating the figures.

Every single Heroic who was sent on the mission this morning comes into focus, all bleary and clearly injured. Tech-No is on the ground, all technology removed from his person. Blinding Fast is tied at the ankles, Lava Girl is submerged in water, Vox’s mouth is tied by a dirty cloth. Each one of them seems to be bloodied and injured, then contained in a way to render their powers useless. He can hear them groan in pain—even Miracle Guy is in tatters, limbs bound and chained to the floor to prevent flight.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Marcus responds in his clearest, most authoritative voice.

“Ah, good. You see what I’ve done with your associates.” A figure walks forward from the shadows; Vortex. Marcus recognizes the suit he wears from previous intel meetings, but they were told, despite his ability to move air to his will, he was a low-threat enemy. How could he have defeated every single Heroic?

“Now that you see what I’ve done to your colleagues, let’s see how you react when I go after those you love.” Marcus barely has a moment to digest the words, Vortex moving the air around him to fly up through the open hole to what appears to be the Earth’s surface. There, Marcus sees his worst nightmare.

You’re immobilized on the sidewalk, wind swirling so strongly around you it looks like you might blow away. Leaves, debris, all kinds of items swirl in its wake—Marcus can’t help but to scream your name.

“Marcus? What’s happening?” You yell over the deafening wind, clearly terrified.

“Yeah, Marcus, what’s happening?” Vortex mocks, flicking his fingers so the wind picks up. It starts to carry you off the ground, and you scream as your feet leave the earth, wind whipping you around until you can barely see straight. The only thing you can yell is Marcus’ name—every heartstring he has is cut to bits at the sound. He watches as you move higher and higher in the air, finally jumping into action.

“Put her down, Vortex. This is between us, not her.” His voice wavers slightly, authoritative tone gone when your life is on the line.

“Oh? Put her down? Okay,” Vortex smirks, stopping the whirlwind around you until you fall hard onto the pavement, head hitting the stone with a sick crack—Marcus yells out your name, and you groan in response.

“Oh, what? That’s not what you meant? Let me try again—” Vortex continues his taunts, picking up your limp body and moving the air around it until you’re in a standing position. Marcus can see every cut and bruise forming, the drips of blood running down your cheeks and matting in your hair, the unfocused gaze of your eyes. Marcus thinks he may throw up when Vortex lifts you again, dropping you to the ground like a sack of bricks as you crumple and groan.

“Why are you doing this?!” Marcus demands, moving closer to the screen. He can see your chest moving shallowly, panic rising as you seem to be lifted again.

“Meet me at Capitol Park in fifteen minutes, Moreno. And maybe she will live.” Marcus watches one more time as the air supporting you suddenly ceases, your limp body falling from the sky. Before you hit the ground, the video feed cuts—leaving Marcus with only a sick sense of dread and the sound of your screams reverberating in his brain.

Marcus is sprinting out of the conference room and down the halls before the screen can go idle. When he passes his office, he doesn’t even flick his wrist—his katanas come flying out of the open door, nudging his tight fists until they open and take them like an obedient dog. Marcus doesn’t stop moving, sheathing the blades as he runs and activating his drone pack mid-sprint until he’s lifted high above the city streets.

He gets to Capitol Park in ten minutes, but his mind barely registers it. Everything feels soupy, his brain only focused on the image of your limp body, on the sound of your screams for him. He couldn’t protect you. He couldn’t help you, he couldn’t tell you how he felt—he couldn’t even get the courage to ask you out. He was worthless as a Heroic, as a man. And now he’s going to lose you, if he hasn’t already.

He’s brought out of his pity party when the leaves begin to rustle around him and the wind picks up; he knows Vortex is nearby. He unsheathes his katanas and stands at the ready, trying to appear confident but inwardly terrified. His jaw is set, legs fixed in a fighting stance as Vortex seems to flutter down to the ground, the wind carrying him ceasing and bringing the park to still silence.

“Good, Moreno. You’re on time,” Vortex smirks.

“Where is she?” Marcus snarls.

“She’s alive, Moreno, if that’s what you’re asking,” Vortex hums. Neither man makes any moves at each other, though Vortex appears calm. The park had quickly cleared out upon his arrival, citizens escaping when the recognized the threat, leaving only the two men in a stand-off. “Though maybe not for much longer.”

Marcus breaks the standoff first, charging at the villain. Vortex throws gusts of wind his way, but Marcus fights through them, katanas magnetized to his hands to keep them from flying away. When he gets close, Vortex swirls the air around him, floating up into the sky again and out of reach—Marcus counters by manipulating the nearby light post, knocking the enemy down to the ground again. The two tousle across the ground, fighting in hand-to-hand combat as they roll through the grass.

“Where is she!” Marcus questions again, gaining an upper hand. Vortex is quick to use the wind to his advantage, using it to flip them both over until he gains the advantage.

“You’ll be too late, Moreno,” he growls.

“Why are you doing this?!” Marcus shouts, pushing the man off of him and magnetizing his lost katanas back to his hands. Vortex also stands, both men beaten and weary but neither ready to give up. Vortex uses his powers to start sending random objects Marcus’ way, branches and small stones and loose bricks, but Marcus blocks each one with his katana artfully, sending one of his blades flying toward Vortex, who blocks it with a gust of wind and sends it clattering to the ground.

The fight continues throughout the park, no regard for property damage or the surrounding area as each of them continue to hurl random items through the air. Vortex pauses, chest heaving and leaning on the bench in front of him to continue his tirade.

“You—you took the one I love! It’s only fair that you pay,” Vortex heaves.

“What are you talking about?!” Vortex scoffs.

“You Heroics, always so quick to forget. You do this for the fame and fortune, Moreno? You don’t care about those you hurt?!”

“Cut the games, Vortex.”

“No! You—you killed Breanna, and now I’m going to kill you!” Marcus sees Vortex’s hands squeeze on the bench, his focus brought to the wrought iron—it’s the bench he found you on all those months ago, before he knew. Before he knew you worked at the Heroics, before he knew how much you would mean to him. Before his plans seemed to simultaneously appear and disappear before his eyes. Marcus falters at the thought, and Vortex takes advantage of it—the bench under his hands lifted in the air and thrown at Marcus. Coming back to focus, back to you, is all he needs to think about; Marcus throws all his energy back at the bench, the intricate metal hovering between the two men as their powers compete.

“Who the hell is Breanna?!”

“Brain Matter! I loved her, Moreno!” The heavy bench surged toward Marcus, and Marcus fought to push it back toward Vortex.

“What are you talking about? Brain Matter is alive!” Marcus yells over the rushing wind, and for a second, Vortex falters at the news. Using the slight distraction, Marcus manages to push the bench onto Vortex, pushing the man back and pinning him to the ground.

“Tell me where she is,” Marcus growls, and when Vortex doesn’t answer immediately, he crunches his fists to dig the heavy bench further into him. Other Heroic employees are beginning to close in, heavy power-proof handcuffs in their hands, but Marcus stays on top of Vortex. “Tell me!”

“She—she’s in Brain Matter’s lair with the other Heroics,” he wheezes, seeming to finally accept defeat. “Br—Brain Matter?”

“Brain Matter is alive and being held in the prisons at Heroics HQ. Uninjured. Which is more than I can say for you if my girl’s dead—” Marcus snarls, letting the other Heroic associates move the bench off Vortex and cuff him. When he sees Vortex secured, he immediately takes off on his drone pack; his body feels ten times heavier, every scratch and scrape aching acutely from the fight, but all he can focus on is getting to you.

The flight to Brain Matter’s not-so-abandoned hideout seemed to pass in an instant; Marcus coming to a stop at the top of the tunnel Vortex had flown out of. He sees Miracle Guy’s phone on the ground, shattered—it feels like its been ripped from his heart. He falters again, body stuttering at the sigh. The light sheen of blood on the asphalt is the only thing than brings him back from his reverie, and he descends into the tunnel.

It takes only a moment for him to take in the scene before him before he’s jumping into action. The previously defeated Heroics are looking a bit better, more aware and almost relieved when they see it’s Marcus dropping in. Marcus immediately twists his wrists, vibrating the cuffs around Miracle Guy at such a high frequency that they practically shatter—the defeated hero immediately stands to his feet.

“Where—where is she,” Marcus breathes desperately. Miracle Guy looks almost apologetic, and Marcus continues. “Release the others—get them back to medical. I—I need to find her.” Miracle Guy nods, taking only a moment to grab Marcus’ bicep.

“You will, Boss.” There’s no malice in his words, pure trust put in Marcus. The two men nod, then break in opposite directions; Miracle Guy moving toward his fallen counterparts, Marcus sprinting further into the lair to find you.

Marcus jogs through the convoluted tunnels of the underground, each one appearing darker and more confusing as he enters the depths. He’s sure he’s doubling back on himself, any and all of his mental energy going to thoughts of you. Why he didn’t force you to leave Miracle Guy’s phone behind, if you would ever forgive him for putting you in danger. Whether you were even alive. The pure dread he feels dissipates when he hears a low groan to his right, immediately veering off to follow the sound.

He finds you crumpled on the damp ground, tossed without a care, and immediately he runs to your side, placing a delicate hand on your arm and breathing heavily into your space. His heart shatters for what feels like the millionth time when you flinch away from him.

“It—it’s okay, baby. It’s me,” he tries gently, watching as your eyes open and close, unfocused. When he reaches for you again, you almost lean into his touch.

“M-Marcus?”

“Yeah—yeah, Pepper. It’s me,” he coos, brushing dirty matted hair from your face as he takes you in. You try to move closer to him, but wince with the movement; Marcus grasps your hand tightly. “Don’t move, baby. I—I’m gonna get you out of here. I got you, you’re okay,” his voice cracks as he tries to gather you, and you groan.

“Did—did you beat him?” you ask weakly.

“Yeah. Yeah, baby. I did. For you.” You hum softly.

“Marcus Moreno, my hero,” you try to croon, barely able to get out the words before you succumb to unconsciousness. Finally unable to be strong any longer, Marcus breaks, letting tears fall softly into your skin as he grips your hand like a lifeline.

He keeps his grip on your hand as the Heroic medical team funnels in, led by Miracle Guy. As they lead you out of the maze of tunnels, as the medics yell numbers that mean nothing to him other than the fact that you’re still alive. His hand only leaves yours when the wheel you back behind doors he’s no longer allowed behind. He considers flaunting his position to continue with you, to follow you to the end of the earth, but Anita’s waiting for him at the entrance with a look he can’t quite place, and he has to let you go.

Marcus waits at your bedside as soon as he can, hand wrapped back into yours if only to remind him you’re still here. Concussed, bruised, battered, but alive. He promises himself as soon as you wake up, he’s going to tell you. Going to tell you that he’s to blame for your injuries, that he loves you too much to let you continue being his friend, his anything—even if he loves you with every fiber of his being. Even if he never wants to let go of your hand again, even if it will kill him to do so—he wants you safe. That’s his only priority.

You give him three days to teeter on his decision. Three days of unconsciousness, three days of doubt whether you’d ever return to him. Marcus never leaves—savoring whatever time he has with you to stroke his thumb over your palm, to push errant hairs from your face. Anita comes and goes, even Miracle Guy comes to check in. But Marcus doesn’t move, barely sleeping or eating or breathing until he can be lulled by the rise and fall of your chest.

It’s late at night when you come back to him. Blinking delicate eyes open, eyes Marcus didn’t know if he’d ever see again. Although bleary, you have a small smile on your face, and you squeeze his hand in yours, unwilling to let it go when he tries to pull away. Marcus stares at you reverently, the breakable heaven tense over the room at the sight of each other.

“Iron Man,” you smirk gently. “I—I’m sorry I missed our date.”

“You’re sorry?” Marcus responds incredulously. “I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me you would’ve never gotten hurt and—wait, did you just say ‘date?’” With six simple words, any plan he had for what he was going to say, for how he could possibly push you away when all he wanted to do was pull you closer, was thrown out the window.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Sorry—did I read that wrong? I thought—I thought you were asking me on a date in the car—”

“I was,” Marcus confirms, and you nod with a smile and deep breath. “But I thought—I didn’t—” You squeeze his hand in yours, humming.

“I know,” you laugh, gasping when the action causes pain, and Marcus practically jumps to his feet, but you shake your head. “I got you, Marcus. I always got you.”

“But—but I couldn’t get you,” he counters.

“You did. You got Vortex.”

“But—but you were only in the situation to begin with because of me. Because of decisions I made,” he practically whines.

“I thought I told you that any decisions you make are the right ones,” you chide. Marcus lets the silence hang over the room.

“How could this possibly be right when it led to this?” You pull his hand toward you, and his body follows it until he’s hovering over you. With any strength you have left, you lift your body from the bed to press your lips gently to his.

“Exactly. It led to this,” you breathe into his mouth, and Marcus’s brain finally catches up with him. He presses his mouth back to yours greedily, lips locking and moving in unison with yours as he hears your heart monitor speed up to his side. When he pulls away, you bring a hand to his cheek, holding him close to you.

“I love you,” he admits almost sheepishly, tears forming at his lashes. “I—God, I had all these plans for how I was gonna do this, with flowers and chocolates and—" He pauses for a moment, hands flicking to bring various metal medical tools that were left in the room to hover in the air. Scalpels and tweezers and scissors twist into a lopsided heart, which he hands to you as you laugh lightly, careful of the many sharp edges. "I—I love you, and I thought—I thought—”

“I love you too, Marcus,” you quiet him, pulling him into the cramped medical cot with you. He settles into your side, chin to the crown of your head and inhales your scent—when it enters his brain, it brings forward all those plans he had made—plans he thought he lost. Picket fences and white dresses and baby shoes. He’s so absorbed in thought that he doesn’t notice the comfortable silence hanging over the room.

“What’ch’you thinkin’ about up there, Iron Man,” you tease gently. “I can hear your gears turning from here.”

“They—they asked me to be the leader of the Heroics,” he says bashfully.

“And?” you press.

“I told them I’d only do it if you lead the command center,” Marcus retorts, and you look up to him in confusion. “You—you’re the only one I want by my side out there. In life, too—but especially out there.” You nod as if you’re considering his words.

“Okay. I’ll do it,” you agree, watching as Marcus’ face splits into a broad smile. He presses his lips to yours again, almost celebratory, then presses his forehead to yours to bask in your presence.

“I think I figured out your everyday superpower,” Marcus admits shyly, keening when you snuggle closer to him despite the limited space in the cot. You hum in response, waiting for him to continue. “Being you.”

“That’s not a superpower, Marcus,” you complain, playfully swatting his arm.

“It is to me. It is when it’s you,” he responds, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You both bask in the moment, finally not focusing on the future or the ideas or planning; you focus on each other. And finally, for the first time in his life, Marcus is thankful for his superpowers.

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homerforsure · 3 years

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for the Fun Fact Prompts ! why are you in a tree?

Dear Anon! It's more of a first line prompt than a fun fact prompt, but given that I instantly knew the second line of this as soon as I read the first, I'll allow it.

This got very silly and very far away from me, so the bulk of it is under the cut <3

“Why are you in a tree? No, wait, wait don’t tell me. K-I-S-S-I-N-G?”

“Maddie, can you focus please?” Buck whines into the phone. “We’re stuck.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” she laughs. “Tell me again. Where are you guys?”

Buck explains their location in the park, the fallen ladder, and Maddie agrees to come and rescue them as soon as she can.

“Of all the times for Albert not to answer his phone,” Buck grouses as he shifts on the tree branch to get his own back into his pocket. “He wouldn’t show up and sing at us.”

“Sing?” Eddie asks.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“Did she say how long-?”

“Just whenever she can. She’s gonna have to pack the baby up so we could be here for hours. You didn’t have anywhere to go right?”

“Me? No. Sitting in an oak tree was my only plan for the day.”

“Sorry,” Buck winces.

It's his fault that they’re stuck. It started with a kite. A big blue one lodged high in the branches of a tree that he spotted when he was biking through the park. A couple of kids were standing below it, looking up with sad expressions and making valiant efforts to boost each other up onto the lower branches. The tree was too big for them though, the branch too far from the ground. Buck had slowed to a stop beside them.

The branch was out of reach for him too, even when leaning his bike against the tree and trying to climb up on the seat. Fortunately the park had a concession stand--closed now, open just for little league games--and the stand had a ladder leaning against the side of the building. It was nothing for Buck to jog over and loosen the rusted brackets holding the ladder in place, then to brace it against the tree and start climbing.

The tree was full of sturdy branches, easy enough to climb. He just… needed to find a route. The kite was further up than it had looked from the ground, tangled in leaves and dangerously far out on the limb.

As Buck stood contemplating, another strong breeze had come through (it was perfect kite flying weather after all), making him wobble on the branch and sending his ladder crashing to the ground.

The kids had shrieked and run off without their kite, completely ignoring Buck’s pleas to just put the ladder back and then vanished over the nearest hill. The stiff wind and unseasonably cool weather had left the park more deserted than usual and Buck had had to swallow his pride and call Eddie who only laughed at him a little.

That wind blows hard again, chilling Buck through his training jersey and making the branches sway. He reaches up to grab the branch overhead, trying to feel a little more stable and Eddie reaches out toward him automatically, even though he’s too far away to reach. The other man is sitting against the trunk of the tree, leaning back, serene and stable, as though he’s on the ground and not 10 feet in the air.

“You were wrong, you know,” Buck says, once he has his balance back.

One of Eddie’s eyebrows quirks up as if to say, Wrong? Me?

“You could never have gotten up there from the other way.”

“Well it’s not like your way worked out that much better.”

When his boyfriend (and wow did that term send shivers up and down Buck’s spine every time he thought it, new and fresh as it still is) had turned up at the park, he’d righted the ladder immediately, expecting Buck to climb back down. Instead, knowing he had a stable route down, Buck had turned his attention back up toward the kite and called back that he’d be down in just a minute.

“Which way are you going?” Eddie had asked. So Buck had pointed out the route to him.

“No. No way. You’re gonna get stuck at that skinny branch and you’ll never make it. You’ve got to go up the other way.”

“What other way?”

Eddie pointed it out and Buck scoffed, “Now that’s ridiculous. You’re not even going to be able to reach it from there.”

“Wanna bet?” Eddie had said.

So now they were both stuck on the branch, kiteless.

“You should come over here,” Eddie says, frowning as the wind shakes the tree again and Buck holds on against the sway. “The branch doesn’t move as much.”

“You worried about me?” Buck asks, smirking over at Eddie who just rolls his eyes.

“It’s not a secret anymore, Buck. You breaking your spine is going to seriously fuck with my weekend plans.”

His weekend plans with Buck. The two of them alone. For the first time since Eddie had pinned Buck against his kitchen counter and kissed him senseless. If Buck had ever had any incentive to stay out of the hospital it was for this promise of whatever Eddie wanted to do next.

“Well I’d hate to do that,” he says, looking over at Eddie through his lashes with faux remorse. “I already ruined your afternoon.”

“Will you just get your ass over here?” Eddie replies, trying not to look ridiculously pleased as he holds out his arm to coax Buck over.

Buck needs very little coaxing. He stands because it’s easier than scooting, walking the tightrope of the tree branch until he’s directly beside Eddie, then dropping down again. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” Eddie replies.

It’s dangerous to let himself get distracted when he’s perched so precariously, but Buck can’t help it. With his right hand reached overhead to grab the next branch for balance, he holds out his left for Eddie to take. That Eddie does without hesitation, that he squeezes tight, that he smiles at Buck with that soft, happy smile he doesn’t give to anyone else, still feels like a precious gift. It’s so new, what they have. Buck wants to melt into every moment. Cherish it like it may never come again.

“So,” Eddie says, running his thumb over the back of Buck’s hand. “How do people kiss in trees do you think? It seems pretty dangerous to me.”

Humming as though he’s giving the matter serious thought, Buck says, “A tree house probably makes the most sense.”

“Sure. If you were smart enough to plan ahead. But if you weren’t…”

“If you weren’t,” Buck says, taking his hand back so he can move again, carefully, carefully swinging one leg over so he’s straddling the branch. “I think there’s still a few options. You should, uh, get as close to the trunk as you can. With your back to it, probably.”

Once he’s sure that Buck’s stable, Eddie takes the instruction, using that taller branch to lift himself up just a little, turning, shifting one leg over the branch like Buck has, and settling back against the tree trunk. At the stoutest part of the branch, Eddie almost has a stable seat, though he still crosses his legs tightly below the branch to hold his position. “I can see how this would work,” he says. “If you were careful.”

“Oh careful is the most important thing,” Buck says, inching forward, hand over hand above his head. “It helps to have a strong partner. One who won’t let you fall.”

When he reaches Eddie, he keeps his knees pressed close to the branch so he can try and fit himself between Eddie’s legs, so they can get as close as possible. Buck sees Eddie’s eyes flash with concern when he moves his hands from the branch down onto Eddie’s shoulders and immediately feels one strong arm behind his back.

“One hand on the branch,” Eddie says, his breath close enough to tickle Buck’s ear. “Please.”

“Chicken,” Buck says, lifting his left hand again to clutch the branch.

“Daredevil,” Eddie replies, lifting his own hand and clutching Buck’s fingers over their heads.

“You like it,” Buck teases, unable to stop himself from grinning as he stares into Eddie’s eyes to see exactly how much he does.

“You’re awfully full of yourself.”

“You like that too. You pretend like you’re so mature and by the book, but you like me getting you all riled-”

The rest of his sentence is lost to Eddie’s mouth on his. Buck gives himself over to it immediately, letting Eddie’s firm hand on his back push him forward just a little bit more. He lets his own arm slide behind Eddie’s neck, feeling the bark bite into him on one side and Eddie’s soft hair tickling on the other. Buck loses himself to it, quickly losing his balance as he does and he squeezes tightly to Eddie’s hand anchoring him in place.

“I like all of it,” Eddie whispers, once they pull apart. “I like you.”

Buck has just enough time to enjoy the little shiver that those words send through all his nerves before Eddie’s kissing him again. The chill of the wind, the height from the ground, even the uncomfortable feel of the branch beneath them all fades into the background. Eddie’s kissing him and Buck’s as secure as he’s ever been.

It’s only Maddie’s voice that pulls them out of the moment, sing-songing from the bottom of the tree as she lifts their ladder, “Buck and Ed-die, sittin’ in a tree…”

If you know any fun facts, send them to me and I'll see if I can't make a ficlet out of it!

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inkblotsandpapertrails · 3 years

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind [K.H.]

Warnings: None

Pairing: Kaoru Hitachiin x Male Reader

Description: Kaoru gets a love note, and he and Hikaru are eager to play their old game again. You didn’t seem to get the memo.

A/N: this fandom doesn’t give kaoru enough love imo, plus there are hardly any male reader fics, i’m VERY tired of the ‘softboy innocent good-twin kaoru who does nothing wrong ever’ persona the fandom cooked up and i also lowkey wanted to branch out with the type of reader personalities i write so. kaoru oneshot here we goooo-

It was a boy.

That was a little unexpected, Kaoru supposed. He hadn’t even thought there were any out gay guys at Ouran Academy – what with most students coming from old money and traditional parents, the only same-gender relationships anyone ever really saw were the pretend relationships at the Host Club, and those were just carefully scripted fantasies designed to entertain women. Still, there you stood, tugging sheepishly on your blue blazer as you glanced around the courtyard, searching in such a pitiful way Kaoru almost found it cute.

He recognized you, a little. You were in a few of his classes – [Y/N] something. You were decently well-liked, he supposed; you got along with most people, and most people got along with you, but he’d noticed you didn’t really have a group of people you usually hung out with. You just sort of floated from person to person until they got tired of you. It was a trait he and Hikaru had always rolled their eyes and scoffed at – how little self-respect must you have to let yourself be used like that? And yet you’d still put yourself out there and sent him a sappy love note. It was a little intriguing, he supposed, but not enough to make him genuinely interested.

He shot a glance to the bushes that hid Hikaru from view. He didn’t seem too concerned; merely shrugged and nodded in your direction, as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’. Kaoru rolled his eyes and sauntered with ease to where you were fidgeting.

“You wrote this?” He asked, holding the note between his index and middle finger. You jumped at the noise and whipped around, your shoulders raised up to your ears. You seemed to relax a little once you realized it was only him, but you still looked stiff and tense. Kaoru tried not to make his grin too obvious. God, this was going to be a fun one.

“Uh – k-kinda.” You said with a sheepish smile. “I, um – I’m probably not what you were expecting, huh?”

Kaoru fought the urge to roll his eyes. The self-pity act. He and Hikaru had seen it countless times from countless girls, a desperate attempt to gain sympathy and lure them into accepting their silly confessions.

“No, but then again, I doubt I’m what you were expecting, either.”

You frowned and cocked your head.

“Oh?”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m Hikaru, not Kaoru. You must’ve gotten our desks mixed up.”

You blanched, a look of outright horror crossing your face for a split second before morphing into confusion and – guilt? Hm, that was new. Normally it was just disappointment.

“What?” You mumbled, more to yourself than Kaoru. “But I thought – I was certain I...” You sighed and raked a hand through your hair. “Dammit... I’m so sorry, Hikaru-kun. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Kaoru shrugged. He tried not to laugh at how confused you looked, your head tilted and your eyebrows knitted. You let your emotions show so obviously – tearing you apart would be awfully fun. “I was wondering... Would you perhaps be happy going out with me, instead?” You look downright stricken when he says the words, a bright blush rising on your cheeks. If Kaoru strained his ears hard enough, he could hear Hikaru snickering in the bushes. “I’ve always thought you were handsome, [Y/N]-kun, and I know for a fact Kaoru likes someone else. Are you interested at all?”

Your mouth gaped open and shut for a moment before waving your arms frantically, as if you could wipe Kaoru’s words away.

“I – what?!” You asked, voice cracking in your throat. “You’d – you’d do that?”

Kaoru shrugged.

“Of course. Like I said, I do like you.”

“But I-!” You stopped and started your sentence a few times, desperately stumbling over your words. “You’d really be okay with that? Knowing I’m only with you because you remind me of your brother?”

“Remind?” Kaoru said with an amused smirk. “We’re the same person, [Y/N]-kun.”

You looked as if the air had been knocked out of your chest. Your expression was downright horrified, devastated, even. Kaoru almost felt uncomfortable at the sheer pain and sympathy in your eyes.

“I – Hikaru, are you okay?” You said abruptly, completely forgetting the honorific. Kaoru frowned at the question – no one had ever asked it before. You were supposed to be crying and calling them mean and running away so you wouldn’t have to listen to them anymore. What were you doing?!

“I – of course I-“ Kaoru stuttered. It felt like his entire vocabulary had been shoved out of his brain, replaced only by that one question, dripping with sadness and concern – Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?

“You’re not the same.” You said fervently, grabbing Kaoru by his shoulders. “Hikaru, I- I know I don’t know you that well, and we rarely talk, but – you have to know you and your brother are different people.”

No, no, they weren’t, they were exactly the same, that was the game, that was how it worked, why weren’t you playing the game?!

Tires crunched over the gravel of the driveway. You jerked your head towards the school gates and cringed.

“That’s my car. Shit. Okay.” You yanked a pen out of your pocket and flipped Kaoru’s hand over, scribbling a number on the back of his palm. “That’s my cell number, um. If you ever want to talk about this, or – I dunno, if you ever want to feel like you, instead of just Hikaru and Kaoru, call me, okay? We’ll play video games or whatever. If you want. You don’t have to.”

You squeezed his hand before letting it go, offering him a small smile.

“Take care.”

You bolted down the courtyard, waving frantically to your driver. You had just reached the doors when you jerked upright and sprinted back to where Kaoru was standing stock-still, yelling a quick apology to your driver, who seemed to be growing increasingly frustrated with your antics.

“One more thing!” You said quickly, your voice a little raspy from running back and forth. “Um – could you not tell Kaoru about this? I kinda promised myself I’d only ask him out once I could tell the two of you apart, and, um – well, you know.” You laughed awkwardly and scratched at your neck. “Anyways, um – bye!”

Kaoru stood in stunned silence as you ran back to your driver, apologizing profusely as you jumped into the backseat. You waved at him as you left. Without even thinking, he waved back. A slow half-wave that barely even counted, in his opinion, but still.

He was snapped out of his trance by a soft punch to his shoulder.

"What the hell happened there?" Hikaru frowned. "You were supposed to play the game!"

Kaoru looked at his brother, unable to force the words out of his throat. He searched everywhere for something that would've given them away - a mark on his face, a wrinkle in his uniform, hell, even just a crumb leftover from lunch, but… Nothing. As always, they looked exactly the same.

And yet, [Y/N] had looked so confused when Kaoru said he was Hikaru...

"I kinda promised myself I'd only ask him out once I could tell the two of you apart…"

"You're not the same!"

"You have to know that you and your brother are different people."

You didn’t mean it. You couldn’t have. No one ever won the ‘Which One Is Hikaru?’ game. You’d believed him when he said he was Hikaru, so you couldn’t tell them apart. But then... Why did you say all those things?

"Kaoru?" Hikaru asked, his frown morphing into a look of concern. "Are you alright? Did he say something to you?! I'll kill him-!"

"It's fine, Hikaru." Kaoru said quietly. "Don't worry about it."

"But - what did-?"

"They just asked me if I wanted to hang out and play video games, that's all." Kaoru huffed, forcing himself to roll his eyes. "He made it out like he wanted to be friends, but I could tell he was trying to hit on me. Still, he never really said he'd be happy with either one of us, so I wasn't sure what to do."

Hikaru furrowed his brow, and Kaoru tried to keep his face neutral. He'd never lied to his brother before, save for when he set him up with Haruhi, but he'd made it fairly obvious that that was the aim of the game. The only reason Hikaru hadn't called him on it was because he wanted to go so badly. This was a real lie, a trick that only Kaoru was in on. He didn't like pulling tricks without Hikaru. He especially didn't like pulling them on Hikaru.

"Alright…" Hikaru said slowly. "If you say so. Are you… Sure? That you're okay?"

Kaoru laughed and wrapped his arms around his brother.

"You're always doing the protective brother thing, Hikaru!"

"Well, I can't help it! You're my baby brother!"

"We're the same age!"

"Two minutes older, excuse you."

"Shut up."

They laugh and joke all the way home, falling into their natural twin swing. Hikaru didn't ask about you, and Kaoru didn't tell. He washed your number off his hand the moment they got home. Some of the ink still clung to his skin, refusing to be swept away. Kaoru glared and scrubbed the cloth against his hand until his skin turned pink and painful. Nevertheless, one stubborn speck remaind. Kaoru hid it under his sleeve. Out of sight, out of mind.

He couldn't sleep. He was used to Hikaru's snoring, but tonight, he just couldn't tone it out. He tried playing on his phone, tapping random apps and sending random memes and cursed images to people in his contacts (Kyoya was the only one who responded. The death threat was colourful and certainly made him laugh, but it didn’t get his mind off of- it didn't make him tired.). After a few hours, Kaoru began to yawn, and he felt his eyelids slipping shut.

02:36, his phone's clock read.

Kaoru blinked.

02:52.

He opened his contacts. Blinked again.

03:09.

He closed his eyes.

"Kaoru!"

He jerked awake.

07:28.

"Wake up, we're gonna be late!" Hikaru called from where he was fixing his tie.

"Coming!"

Kaoru dressed as quickly as he could and rushed out of the room with Hikaru close behind. They were halfway down the stairs when Kaoru jerked to a halt, sending Hikaru crashing into his back.

"I forgot my phone!" Kaoru explained hurriedly as he began sprinting back up the stairs. "Wait for me!"

He ignored Hikaru's groan and ran back to their room. His bedside table was empty, which was strange - he always left his phone there. He vaguely remembered using it last night, when he couldn't sleep, and began stripping the blankets off the bed and flipping his pillows in search for his lost phone. After Hikaru's second yell, he found it, lodged between his bedside table and his bedpost, and was about to rush out of the room when-

New Contact Successfully Added.

Kaoru didn't remember adding anyone.

The spot of ink burned beneath his skin.

He tapped the notification.

[Y/N] [L/N]

The number was the same.

“Kaoru!” Hikaru snapped as he barged back into the room. “What is up with you today?!”

“Huh? Nothing.” Kaoru said quickly, shoving his phone into his pocket before Hikaru could see the screen. “Let’s go.”

He ignored Hikaru’s scoff of ‘about time’ and all but ran to the car. They rode to school in silence - Hikaru was in a sour mood from being late, and Kaoru couldn’t bring himself to speak. He rubbed the ink spot on his skin. It had all but entirely faded now, a pale grey against his skin.

Out of sight, out of mind, he thought bitterly.

What idiot came up with that saying?

#ohshc #ohshc x reader #ohshc x male reader #kaoru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin #ouran high school host club

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drewstarkeys · 3 years

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The three times Toni almost kisses you and the one time that she actually does.

Summary: 3+1

Warnings: Language, mentions of throwing up (the scene where they all get sick is included.)

Word Count: 4.5k

Pairing: Toni Shalifoe x Reader

A/N: sorry this is kind of messy but I was feeling super inspired to write for Toni because she’s my baby and I haven’t seen much for her yet so I wanted to hopefully give you guys some good Toni content :)

The first time Toni almost kissed you was too soon.

It was the second night on the island and a new round of Never Have I ever revealed some of the group’s biggest secrets such as your own. You had confessed to never kissing a member of your preferred sex but had drank to kissing boys. Your simple confession had Toni’s head spinning as she tried to make sure there was no other explanation for your answers that night.

You had walked off soon after your confession and the look that Shelby gave you- making you feel as if you were no longer welcome. Something about the cliffs on the far end of the island were calling you to go to them and watch the stars.

What you didn’t know was that Toni had quietly followed you towards the end of the island. She wanted to get to know you better in general, but right now she just wanted to make sure that you were okay. She had picked up the hesitancy in your confession when the words left your mouth and added onto Shelby’s mention of you praying afterwards- well that was a recipe for disaster.

As soon as you had reached one of the shorter cliffs that overlooked the ocean, you sat down and faced the sea in hopes that it would calm your spinning head. It was 2020, how could anyone not be supportive of loving whoever you wanted to love? You were out to your parents and while they hadn’t loved the idea of you loving women, they did support you and tell you that they just wanted you to be happy. That was similar to pretty much everyone else’s reactions to you coming out- supportive even if they didn’t understand. So when Shelby reacted in a different way, you didn’t know how to sit around and just take her words.

Your head had gotten so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize someone had walked up to you until they were sitting down next to you. “Hey, uh- I know what Shelby said was tough, I mean fuck, it wasn’t okay at all but I just wanted to see if you were okay? “ Toni asked, her head cocked to the side as she stared at you, trying to gage how you were feeling.

A sniffle left you before words could and you mentally cursed yourself for seeming so weak, you weren’t big on crying in front of strangers, even in this crazy situation. “I’m fine,” you said, pausing as if you were going to add something else but you decided against it, closing your mouth quickly.

The girl next to you wasn’t so convinced, “You’re not. I’m pretty sure anyone who has ever had a crush on someone of the same gender isn’t okay after that comment, we’ve dealt with enough bullshit about it and we shouldn’t have to worry about it right now. The fear of being judged should be last on our list of worries, yet here we are, you know?”

“Is that why you’re here... making sure I’m okay?” You asked, finally looking over to her. It was an odd question given the fact that you knew the answer but you couldn’t help yourself as the words spilled out of you.

Toni nodded, no words being necessary to her answer. She was still looking at you as if she was scared that you would break down in front of her. “wait hold on,” she mumbled, scooting herself closer to you, “you have like a branch or something in your hair.” She whispered as her hand came up to your hair and worked on pulling the small twig out.

You froze at her closeness, suddenly feeling like you wanted her a lot closer than that but unable to form those words or even fully understand those feelings. “Thank you,” you said, your heart racing against your words.

Toni sat close to you for a second, her eyes falling down to your lips but before anything else happened, she pushed herself back and stood up, extending a hand out to you. She had gone cold almost instantly. “We should get back- they’ll be worried about us.”

You nodded, grabbing her hand and standing up next to her before releasing her hand just as quick. You couldn’t quite place a name on it yet but you felt something for her, you just didn’t know if it was simply because she had been nice to you or if there was something more there.

The next time she almost kissed you was four days later.

The shelter building contest was growing intense even though it had just started. A fight between Shelby and Toni had already broken out which unfortunately for Toni, ended with Martha choosing Shelby’s side.

A part of you was telling yourself to go after her and help her collect wood to calm her down because of how close the two of you had grown over the past few days, but a bigger piece of you was telling you to stay put, Toni needed to cool off on her own.

“Alright so- how can I help?” You asked, looking over to Shelby who had already started making space near a cliff. You hadn’t fully forgiven her for telling you that you needed to pray but you were currently stuck on an island with her- holding grudges wouldn’t do shit for you.

Shelby looked at you with a smile, “Martha is going to build while we cut the wood we already have, do you wanna help Martha? I think Nora can help me just fine.” She suggested, looking over at Martha who was currently dragging over some of the chopped wood.

You nodded, walking off towards Martha, not wanting to interact with Shelby any longer. “Hey,” you said with a smile as you helped her balance a piece of wood against another piece.

“Hi, y/n!” She said back, a light heartedness to her tone that you wished you could still carry with you but your hope for leaving the island had dropped after the first two days. “Do you think we can win this? I really want those Takis,” she added as she walked over to grab another piece of wood.

“Hopefully.” You answered, continuing to help Martha as the other girls were cutting wood.

Time passed quickly under the hot sun as you let your mind drift back to the second night on the island, wondering if Martha had heard about what happened. Even worse, you couldn’t help but look back for Toni after each new piece of wood was added to the hut.

You felt your heart jump when you finally turned back to see Toni walking towards the group with a stack of wood tucked under her arm. You watched as she put down the branches and began to talk with the girls- from the look of it, she wasn’t happy with what they were telling her.

“So I just straight-up wasted my time? Whose fucking idea was this? Was it yours?” She asked, her glare being focused onto Shelby as you finally walked up to the rest of the group with Martha, hoping to do some damage control.

“We all decided this as a team, can you please just go with it?” Martha asked, hoping to pull her best friend back under control before there was another outburst.

Toni shrugged and turned away from the group, walking off without another word. “Maybe I should go off after her, you know- it was my plan and everything that we switched to.” Shelby spoke up as she watched Toni walk away, “i feel like someone should talk to her.”

You looked at Shelby in shock, sure she was the resident optimist here, but she couldn’t possibly go after the person she just annoyed, you would never have the guts to do that. “You really think it should be you? I mean come on Shelby, you’ve done enough to piss her off.” You fought back, trying to keep your tone even.

“Y/N is right, Shelby, I think that you should go, y/n. Well, either you or Martha, both of you seem to have a calming effect on her when she’s ticked off.” Nora spoke up, looking between you and Martha with pleading eyes.

Martha stayed quiet and looked to the ground, she felt worse for Shelby than she did for Toni at the moment and it was showing. “It should be y/n, Toni and I haven't been getting along great lately.” She answered with sad eyes. You could tell that the strain on their friendship was affecting both of them negatively.

You nodded, pulling Martha in for a hug and sending a smile to the other girls, “I’ll be back soon. If I’m not, well I either fell in a ditch or a shark ate me,” you teased, earning a small laugh from Shelby,

You could still hear them talking about the hut and their plans as you walked away but your mind was too focused on finding your friend. You felt almost silly for coming after her as she had just done the same for you a few nights ago, but you knew that someone should go talk to her. The sound of waves filled your ears and you chose to focus on that instead, trying to calm your nerves so you wouldn’t stress before going to see her.

It had been about five minutes and you still had no sight of Toni which worried you a little bit, sure she had a head start, but you would’ve hoped that she had found somewhere to just sit and pout, rather than continuing her trek of madness around the island. “Toni, you out here?” You called out as you walked around one of the corners of the island, smiling when you finally saw the figure of a girl sitting on one of the rocks.

You made your way up to her without another word before stopping right in front of her so that Toni would have to look at you. “You okay?” You asked her, studying her frame. She was curled into herself and anyone would be able to feel the anger radiating off of her.

“I’m fine. Just annoyed, that’s all.” She answered and you frowned, you could hear the hurt in her voice despite the clear efforts she was making to hide it. Before you could question her, she spoke again, “don’t you find it weird how we keep coming after each other when we barely know each other? I don’t mind it but normally people don’t care enough to try and talk me down, well except Marty.”

You moved to sit down on the rock next to hers and looked at your feet as you tried to find the right words for the situation. “Yeah, it’s like a good weird- or at least I like the weird. It’s um, well it’s cool.” You stumbled out, mentally cursing yourself over your awkwardness.

“Can I ask you something?” Toni asked you, pulling her knees up to her chest as she spoke.

“Alway- yeah of course you can.” You answered, still trying your hardest to not trip over your own words.”

Toni smiled to herself, “uh- why do you seem so nervous whenever you’re around me?” She asked, a smile still playing across her lips. She fucking knew. She could tell that this wasn’t just friendship for you.

You blushed, trying to figure out how to explain it without completely exposing yourself to her right now. “I uh- I think you’re pretty.” You rushed out, not meeting her eyes as you spoke.

She laughed but you could tell it wasn’t meant to be rude or to shoot you down in any way, it was almost like she was laughing from shock. “That was cute, you know that?” She asked, remaining calm through the whole thing.

You got up off of the rock, “right. Well, uh, I’m gonna go help with the contest and everything. I’ll see you over there, alright?” You said, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek, something that shocked you as much as it seemed to shock Toni.

One of her hands grabbed your face before you could fully pull away and she looked at you in the same way she had looked at you the other night, like she was about to kiss you. But just like that first night, you were left disappointed as she pulled you in for a hug instead of kissing you, “I’ll see you around.” She answered, her face buried in your neck, “thank you by the way, for checking on me.”

The third time Toni almost kissed you, her life had just been in danger.

The shellfish feast had turned out to be a fucking disaster filled with nearly everyone on the island throwing up. Only you and Shelby hadn’t eaten them, Shelby being allergic and you were simply too picky to eat them.

Unfortunately for you, that meant you had to hold back everyone’s hair as they threw up, the sight and smells of which almost added you to the list of those emptying their stomach contents. “This is fucking brutal,” you had mentioned to Shelby as you both ran towards Leah who had tripped over a log and landed down into the sand, the girl was basically delusional.

“Tell me about it,” she answered, “I can get Leah if you wanna go check on Marty and Toni, they’re in the worst shape right now.” Shelby added, looking over to the two girls who were laying down in the shade, barely moving.

You nodded at her words, running over to the two of them so you could assess the situation. Martha was still busy throwing up but she was at least upright while Toni could barely stay on her side to throw up. You looked up to the sky as if an answer would suddenly pop up when Dot came running over to you and the girls.

“Okay so these two are in really bad shape, huh?” She questioned and you nodded, trying to avoid the spots that they had thrown up onto. “Alright well, Leah is getting the med bag, if I go get two waters can you help me try and get them to drink some? They need it even if they can’t keep it down.” She suggested, not letting you disagree before she walked over to the supplies stash.

You sat down near Toni and grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her up so her back was pressed against you. She groaned at the sudden movement but was too exhausted to truly fight you on what you were doing. You waited for Dot to come back anxiously, hoping that Toni wouldn’t manage to throw up in the short period of time when Dot was away from you.

Dot’s return was quick as she handed you a water can and walked over to Martha, taking care of her and holding her hair back in case Marty needed to throw up. You looked back to the girl in front of you and you tipped her head up, lightly pulling on her chin to get her to open her mouth. “No-” she said, “I can’t.” She added, trying to push your hands away from you.

“I don’t care right now, drink the water.” You said, pulling the can up to her lips again. She tried to turn her head but you were quicker than her, managing to keep her mouth pressed to the lid of the can before pouring some of the liquid down her throat. Immediately after she swallowed the water, she was leaning to the side and emptying her stomach once again, crying out in pain due to how much she had already thrown up.

You held back her hair as she flopped over the side of your leg, her cheek resting on it as she stared down into the sand in front of her. You wanted to help more, but until the medicine bag was here, you couldn’t do anything. So, you were essentially stuck there, hoping that she would be okay despite the grave circumstances that she was currently facing.

“If I make it out of this alive-” Toni started to speak but was cut off by her stomach lurching.

You felt your heart drop at her words, “you’re making it out of this alive. Don’t start with that,” you said, pulling a piece of her hair away from her face. “But seriously, Toni, don’t talk right now, you need strength,” you added, feeling horrible for the girl.

“So you don’t want me to tell you that I want to kiss you?” She asked, turning to look up at you for a second before resting her head back against your thigh, deciding that sitting up was a bad idea.

You tried to think up a coherent response to that but between your worry for her health and your growing crush on her, you couldn’t quite think of the right thing to say. Instead you just bit your lip as you tried to conceal a smile and ran your free hand across her back, trying to provide some comfort to Toni as she was clearly still feeling like hell.

“We got the pills!” A voice yelled and you turned to see Shelby running up to meet you and Dot, “here’s the bag.” The blonde said, handing it over to Dot who would know what to do. You could feel your anxiety building as Dot only managed to pull one pill out of the bag, frantically looking for the other one yet becoming unsuccessful in doing so.

You didn’t know how or when it happened, but Toni was being pulled away from you and flipped onto her back as Shelby forced Toni to swallow the only pill that they had. Your head had been too fuzzy to clearly remember the exact details of what happened, feeling your consciousness become a struggle.

“Hey, y/n, calm down, she’s going to be okay. Just take deep breaths,” you heard a voice from next to you say. You turned to face Dot and you pulled her in, hugging her tightly as you let yourself finally cry over the stressful situation. “It’s okay,” she whispered, “you did so good today, you can relax now.” She added, stroking your bag as you clung to your friend intensely.

You hadn’t even realized you lost consciousness until you were waking up to a dark sky and the sound of your friends talking a few feet away. You sat up slowly, feeling all of the previous events coming back to you, “Toni,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you scanned the group near the fire for Toni’s face.

“Hey, hey, I’m right here.” A voice spoke up and your head snapped towards the voice, your eyes landing on Toni who was sitting a few feet away from you. “I’m okay,” she said before anything else, “but um, thank you- for you know, helping me not choke on my own vomit.” She said, a humorless laugh falling past her lips.

You reached forward and pulled her in for a hug, almost crying again at the fact that she was okay, that you wouldn;t have to bury another body. “Thank God,” you breathed out, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t get all religious on me,” she teased, earning a small laugh from you. She pulled away from you but stayed close, her eyes scanning you to check on you. “So about what I said earlier,” she said, her hand coming up to touch the back of her neck. “I’m sorry for just like outwardly expressing to everyone that I uh, wanted to kiss you,” she said, her voice low as she looked over to the group of your friends. “I meant it- it was just bad timing.”

You nodded, a smile forming across your lips at her words, “I mean I wanna kiss you too.” You whispered, feeling the nervousness erupt in your stomach. The silence after your confession was deafening, it was like neither of you quite knew how to make a move with all of your friends only ten feet away, but you both wanted something, anything to happen.

Before either of you could do anything else, screams were heard across the beach and the two of you jumped up, running for the other girls to see what had happened. As the two of you approached the group, you realized what happened and your feelings of euphoria from just moments ago came crashing down, Martha had collapsed.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered as everyone ran for the girl, trying to pick her up and make sure that she was okay.

“There might be some more meds out there, maybe even the ones that she needs.” Leah announced, causing you to immediately get up off your feet and look over at her.

“Leah, we’re gonna go find them. Let’s go,” you said, grabbing the girls hand and the flashlight that had been left on the ground before heading towards the woods.

The one time Toni kisses you, she’s certain you’ll kiss her back.

You’re awake way before you want to be up, considering that the sun hasn’t even come up yet. Your mind is telling you to go back to bed but you ignore it and stand up instead, walking to the edge of the water and staring out at the open ocean in front of you. You were truly alone out here and rescue seemed like it would never come. It was a sad feeling to be so cut off from everyone else with no chance to live out the rest of your life, but something about dying here seemed peaceful. So, if this was the way you went out, you would just have to be okay with it.

The waves were barely hitting your feet, even as you sat down at the edge of the water and stared out. You hated the feeling of knowing that the one thing you used to love most in the world had suddenly become the one thing that would keep you from living till an old age. You used to swim around and pretend you were a mermaid and that the corners in the public swimming pool were underwater caves with mysteries far beyond your own imagination.

“Any reason you’re up before the sun?” Toni asked, snapping you out of your thoughts as you turned around to face her. “Before you ask, yes you kinda woke me up but it’s not a big deal so don’t apologize.” She added, sitting down next to you.

You laughed and looked down at the sand beneath you at her comment, “I feel bad, I didn’t mean to wake anyone up. I just- I wanted to watch the sunrise.” You answered her, your thumb running over a shell you had pulled out of the sand.

She moved herself closer to you until your shoulders were touching and you gratefully accepted the body heat that she was giving off, considering the sun hadn’t warmed up the island yet. “Sorry, I didn’t even ask if you wanted to just relax alone before coming over to sit, I should’ve.”

You shook your head side to side in disagreement and leaned in closer to her, “it’s fine, really. I had to get out of my own head anyways, my thoughts weren’t too fun before you came over here.” You answered, not fully wanting to explain the lack of hope you had for the future.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of us have been too positive lately with our outlooks on life and this island in general. Sure it’s great for an escape from real world problems but then again- we’re literally on the verge of death here” She agreed, her hands finding their way into the sand and running it through her fingers, something she tended to do no matter what the situation.

Before she could say anything else, you gasped and pointed at the sky, the sun was just beginning to rise, allowing a small amount of light to fill the scenery in front of you. “The sun is officially awake,” you said, hugging your knees into your body as an attempt to stay warm.

Toni yawned, nodding her head at your words. “Finally, huh? Was my company not good enough for you?” She teased, her shoulder bumping into yours gently as she spoke.

You rolled your eyes playfully at her words, “right cause the sun is such great company and you’re not. But then again, maybe the sun would actually kiss me after telling me that it wants to kiss me.” You said, your words coming out a lot stronger than you had expected, considering you tended to get nervous around girls.

Toni scoffed at your words, feigning hurt as she looked over to you, “are you saying I haven’t lived up to my words? That hurts y/n,” she continued the joke, reaching up and brushing a stray piece of hair from your face, the sun lighting up the softness in her eyes as she stared at you. “But I mean, if you want me to fix that, I can,” she added, her voice barely coming out above a whisper. A slight breeze ran across the island as you nodded, too afraid of your own voice to hold steady while you gave her an answer. “I need you to say it,” she begged, her hand still resting on your face.

“Yes,” you whispered, your eyes flicking down to her lips as you spoke.

A shaky breath left Toni’s mouth as she leaned in towards you, using her hand on your face to pull you closer to her. As soon as the two of you were close enough, her eyes slowly shut as she closed the distance and pressed her lips to yours. You could feel yourself fighting a smile as you kissed her back, your hands sliding up to hold her face in your hands. As cheesy as it sounded, it felt so right to be with her like this and you felt like you could finally let down your guard.

She pulled away first, looking up at you shyly, all of her confidence from before was gone as if she was hoping that you were feeling the same way you did. “That was so worth waiting,” she said quickly, the nerves still evident in her voice but to you, it was adorable.

“Yeah, it really was,” you agreed, grabbing her hand and interlocking your fingers with her, just wanting to feel her touch. You turned to look at the sky for a minute and smiled at all the different colors that were slowly beginning to paint the sky, “I uh feel like this is probably the right time to tell you that I really like you.” You added, a blush once again evident on your cheeks.

The girl smiled, a bright smile forming on her face, still watching you as she spoke, “I really like you too,” Toni said, her hand squeezing yours as she rested her cheek against your shoulder so that she could also stare out at the pink and orange sky.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒/𝐎

Requested by: @seacottons

❄𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong smiled proudly at his work of art. He carefully picked up the gingerbread house and held it up.

"Look look baby!" He exclaimed, bouncing lightly on his feet as he showed you it.

"Oh my God! It looks amazing!"

The smile on your face that was happy for Hongjoong soon turned to a pout though as you stared down at your own creation. Hongjoong peeked over and noticed why you were sad. Your gingerbread house was falling apart, barely standing up, and the frosting was smeared all over the place, including your face and hair.

"Awww sweetheart come on." Hongjoong cooed as he began to wipe some of the frosting off your face.

"I suck and I hate Christmas." You huffed softly, your arms crossing over your chest.

"Stop you don't mean that." He said cupping your cheeks.

"Tell you what? How about we go back to the store and I buy you that spongebob gingerbread house you wanted and build it for you?"

Your eyes lit up at his comment.

"Really?!" You squealed.

Hongjoong kissed your frosted nose, licking some of it off and then winked at your blushing figure.

"Come on baby. We want to get there before it closes."

❄𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Baby baby look!"

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend once again got sidetracked from your task and began pulling you to see some of the items on display.

"Seonghwa! We're supposed to be shopping for gifts for the boys." You reminded him.

"I know, I know...but look how cute these are!"

Seonghwa couldn't help himself as he picked up some of the baby mittens and hats. He giggled as he held them out to you.

"Seonghwa? Who are those supposed to fit? Yunho?" You rolled your eyes.

"No silly! But I was thinking....you know.."

Seonghwa wiggled his eyes suggestively at you. When you caught onto his meaning, you smacked his arm and started walking away.

"You're....ugh!

Seonghwa quickly put the stuff down and walked behind you.

"Why are you against this?! I thought you wanted to give me what I wanted for Christmas and I want a positive pregnancy test!".

He cried out then quickly turned cause something caught his eye.

"Look this is perfect for Mingi!"

You sighed as you realized it was gonna be a long day.

❄𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You and Yunho were currently putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. You felt so proud at the color combination you picked out. You tilted your head when you heard a cluttering sound.

"Oops?" Yunho smiled shyly as he began to pick up some of the glass balls that he had accidentally dropped on the floor.

"Yuyu careful. I don't want you cutting yourself." You said as you helped him pick them up.

"I'll be fine love. They didn't even shatter." He assured you.

After you guys picked up the ornaments and finished putting them up, you both began clapping and jumping up and down.

"It's almost finished."

You picked up the last item, a shiny gold star to put on the top of the tree. You happily walked over to the tree.

"Baby? Need me to do it?" Yunho offered.

"I can do it!"

You reached up but unfortunately couldn't reach all the way to the top. You stood on your tippy toes, but still couldn't place the star on the top. Defeated, you turned with a pout to Yunho. He merely chuckled as he took the star away from you.

"Don't worry love. It's what I'm here for."

He kissed your cheek before proceeding to lift you up on his arm.

"Come on. Let's finish decorating the tree together."

❄𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Yeosang. Can you please take out the cookies from the oven?" You asked as you assembled the frosting and the piping bags.

Making sure to put on oven mittens, Yeosang carefully took out the sugar cookies from the oven and placed the tray on the counter, fanning them out gently.

"Perfect! Now we can start decorating them!" You handed a bag to Yeosang.

Yeosang and you quietly began decorating the cookies, adding different figures and cute designs on them. You felt Yeosang tapping eagerly on your shoulder so you stopped what you were doing to see what he had done.

"Hehet." He chuckled as he showered you a blue cookie decorated with a white Hehetmon.

That wasn't the end, he then held up a cookie that resembled an angry bird.

"It's Seonghwa Hyung!"

You bursted out laughing at how cute your boyfriend was. You were so caught up in your task of decorating the cookies, you almost..... almost didnt notice the hands that swindled one of the cookies.

"Yeosang did you just ate one of the cookies?" You placed your hands on your hips.

Yeosang turned to you with a shocked look on his face.

"Nnno..." He muffled a lie, mouth full of the pastry he stole.

You shook your head and tried to hit him with the nearby whisk, but he quickly evaded you.

"You know I have a sweet tooth!"

❄𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San made sure not to hurt himself as he hammered the nails onto the wall. It wasn't easy considering a certain furry feline decided it was a good time to start rubbing her body on his leg.

"Byeol, babygirl. As soon as I'm finished I'll give you cuddles ok?" He smiled down at the cat.

The cat however glared at him. Hissing softly, she left to join you on the couch, where you were busy trying to finish filling the stockings with goodies and candies. Byeol began meowing at you, sprawling her body across your lap.

"Byeol, sweetheart. Soon ok?" You said as you gently put her down, which she did not appreciate.

Soon both you and San were finished.

"Ok. Let's hang them up now."

You two slowly placed two stockings first, testing the waters to make sure they wouldn't fall off or rip. You both stepped back and let it stay for a few seconds before deciding it was ok.

"We did it!" San clapped as he turned back to you and gave you a high five and then pulled you in for a hug.

"All right. Let's finish putting the others-"

You couldn't finish your sentence when you two turned around and saw that the rest of the stockings had been ransacked through, some of them even with a couple of tears. You guys then witnessed a very angry cat perch itself on the top of the couch, daring you to say something.

"Ah come on Byeol! We worked really hard on them!" San complained but was met by a low hiss.

You giggled. "Come on. Let's just drink some hot chocolate and give snuggles to our child before she decides to tear up the Christmas tree."

❄𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi hopped from one side of the stove to another, peering down at your task of slowly stirring the boiling pot in front of you. He turned his face, bringing it really close to yours.

"Is it ready yet?"

You sighed as he asked for the 6th time in less than 2 minutes.

"Mingi, I told you the hot chocolate will be ready soon." You repeated to him.

He whined and shook his shoulders slightly. Rolling your eyes, you handed him the spoon.

"Stir this for a bit. I'm gonna run down to the bathroom for a while."

Taking off your apron, you made a quick stop at the restroom. As soon as you came out, you head Mingi yelp from the kitchen. Quickly pulling out the first aid kit, you ran back to see what happened. Mingi's bottom lip quivered as he held out his hand.

"I accidentally burnt myself." He whimpered softly.

You tried to be as careful as possible while you rubbed ointment on the red patch on his skin and finished bandaging it up.

"There. All better?" You asked.

Mingi smiled shyly. "Can you kiss it to make the boo boo feel better?"

You giggled and tenderly kissed his hand. "You know you're such a dork..."

Leaning up, you pecked his lips.

"But you're my dork."

❄𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wooyoung. Press start now." You urged him.

"No! I'm not starting the movie until the popcorn is ready." He wouldn't budge.

"You won't miss much of it." You shook his arm.

"I am not starting a movie until all the required snacks are in place."

Right at that moment, the microwave beeped and Wooyoung quickly sped over to retrieve the popcorn. As soon as he set it down, he jumped back inside the pillow and blanket fort you two created, effectively tackling you down, making you groan and complain when he began adjusting around.

"Cuddle me! I wanna be the little spoon." He grabbed your arms and wrapped them around him.

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless cuddled up to Wooyoung as you started your Christmas movie marathon. Wooyoung would occasionally make you feed him popcorn or chocolate, or he'd end up throwing some at your face when you thought he'd feed you as well. He'd laugh every time you smacked his hand.

"Look baby! You're on tv!" He pointed to the screen when the Grinch came up.

"You're so annoying!" You exclaimed as you got up and let go of him.

Wooyoung wasn't having it though. He quickly pulled you back down and wrapped his legs around you, making you the little spoon this time.

"Come on baby. You know I'm kidding. I love you so much." He confessed as he attacked your cheek with kisses.

❄𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho carefully patted some more snow onto the snowman you were currently building. You had gone inside to get a hat and scarf to wrap around it. When you came back out and notices how focused he was, you decided it'd be fun to mess with him. Picking up some snow, you made it into a tiny ball before throwing it at the back of his head.

"Hey!"

Jongho screeched as he turned around, but was met with another snowball to the face that you threw at him. You giggled at him as he stared at you unamused. He bent down and picked up a large handful of snow and began walking towards you. You let out a squeal and began running as fast as you could, trying to escape your boyfriend's revenge.

"Get back here Y/N!" He shouted from behind, a smile plastered on his face.

Jongho ended up discarding the snowball and instead tackled you down onto the snow before proceeding to roll you guys around on it. He ended up pining you down and both of you were giggling like crazy.

"Oh..." You stopped laughing and looked at the tree above you.

Jongho followed your gaze to see a mistletoe hanging by one of the branches right above you guys. He looked back at you and smiled softly.

"I mean.....it is tradition." He mused as he bent down to tenderly kiss your lips.

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ghostie-gengar · 3 years

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Ok so i have had this idea of an AU where N has like an actual known mother for like so long and i just. i have to get it out i need to so here’s a very very watered down version of her story with events that are so unlikely but whatever i just (warning it’s really long despite being a summary so prepared to get smacked with mom lore)

so. Her name is helen and she is a very nice lady. like SUPER NICE like you could break into her house and she’d be like “oh hey :) would you like some cookies i can put on a pot of tea” but also not a doormat. she Would Not hesitate to tell ghetsis off or smack anyone who hurts her kids.

anyways helen and ghetsis met in their mid to late teens, became friends (somehow :/ ghetsis was quite the charismatic young guy i imagine) and got married in their 20s. after a couple years twins!! im sure i don’t need to tell you how that happened. anyways concordia and anthea popped up and they were quite the handful but helen absolutely adored them and ghetsis was just kinda like “ok whatever children”

oh also im not sure if i’ll keep this but helen can sooooort of understand pokemon and N got that ability from her

oh also btw helen and ghetsis formed team plasma together see helen’s idea was to create like a pokemon relief center kinda like a sanctuary idk and ghetsis’ branch of family was kinda like a cult that thought humans and pokemon should be separate and ghetsis wanted to use that for more power and saw helen and was like “i can use this :)” anyways moving on

One day helen and ghetsis were taking a lovely stroll and they came across these young triplets who were homeless and helen was like “mine” so they adopted them and ghetsis twisted it to make it seem like He was the cool one who saved them so they’d listen to him (shadow triad)

this is kinda where team plasma begins to seem more evil and helen is catching on but she’s like “noooo ghetsis wouldn’t do that” (girl you’re wrong)

anyways once concordia and anthea are like eight or nine a little natural harmonia gropius pops up!! and helen is overjoyed cuz like she secretly always wanted six kids and now one two three four five six!!!!

she and ghetsis are also quick to notice how much n looks like ghetsis and ghetsis is mentally like “haha yes mini me >:D”

Then team plasma is very clearly a cult like helen can’t even deny it anymore and she tries to bring it up to ghetstink but he just waves her off like “now now dear don’t be silly” and she’s like >:(

ghetsis starts taking about making n the king of team plasma and helen’s like “well only if he wants to right” and ghetsis is like “no”

he only wants to use N more when he figured out N could understand pokemon cuz like he’d babble to helen’s minccino (oh yeah btw helen has a minccino)

theeeeeeeeeeen helen walks in on ghetsis being mmmmmmmmmmmm not good to concordia and concordia and anthea are both crying and helen is like “DUDE” and makes him sit down and have a serious talk about proper parenting which ghetsis also brushes off

then after a couple of days, concordia and anthea run away and helen is obviously absolutely devastated and she and ghetsis look for weeks. months. And no sign of them. ghetsis is like “well i guess they’re dead nvm then” and helen is like “DUDE” and she looks in the girls’ bedroom and finds a note from the girls that tells her to keep n safe and not to worry about them

after thinking about all the crap stuff ghetsis has done lately helen takes n in the middle of the night and runs. no looking back. bye bye ghetstink :( and life is much better honestly

she lives in that trailer in lostlorn with lil baby n and her plan was to wait for him to be able to walk and fend for himself and then they’d both go look for concordia and anthea but until then peaceful forest life playing with pokemon

And ghetsis upon waking up and seeing his wife and kid is gone he’s very upset. after a few years however he’s walking in like white forest or something and stUmbles upon concordia and anthea and he’s like “frickin sweet man” and snatches them and they are Not Happy but when they get back to the castle and see helen and n are gone? they are So Relieved those two got away even if they had to stay there

Anyways once n was three or four he was fine he could walk and he loved to wander around and make pokemon friends and he’d always come back to the trailer

one day ghetsis was walking through lostlorn for no particular reason and he came across n playing and recognized him immediately and was like “Oh My God No Way” and committed grand theft natural right there on the spot

but before he left he left a note for helen to find that said “did you really think you could hide forever” just to rub salt in the wound

anyways helen is like man it’s getting late i wonder where little natural is and so she gets a pidove to go look for him and the pidove brings back the note and when she sees it. tears. literal tears and sobbing she’s like “oh my god he has him He Has Him” and then she’s like “k you know what? Imma go get him i will go GET my child from this stinky man watch me grab my coat and i will get back the boy and if he has the girls too i’ll take them too and”

and then!! The shadow triad appear in the trailer (they all have names that only helen bothered to learn) and they’re like “hey so we kinda have strict orders from ghetsis that if we see you in the castle or anywhere near team plasma we kinda have to tell ghetsis and he’ll hurt n so maayyybe don’t?”

and helen is like crap. like genuinely there is no good solution cuz if she goes and fails to get the n back ghetsis would hurt n and if she did get the n back ghetsis would hurt the shadow triad and so she’s stuck and she has no choice but to just let everything happen

But!!! This story has a happy ending!!!

so i didn’t mention this cuz my thoughts are all over the place but helen likes to paint and so in order to cope with everything she painted her kids and they’re like really good anyways

N meets her at some point after bw2 cuz he was in lostlorn and it was raining and zoroark ran into her trailer and he was like “zoroark you Cannot Be Here we need to go” and helen walked in and she recognized him immediately like she was internally like holy arceus above that is my son that is my son that is my

but N doesn’t remember her like at all so she doesn’t want to say anything in case she overwhelms him and N is like “i am so sorry for coming in here my zoroark just hey you know what i’ll just leave”

Meanwhile she’s trying not to cry and she’s looking from n to a painting of n she did and she’s like holy arceus and she’s like “nono you can stay for tea until the rain is over”

And n had also noticed the painting and he was like that’s literally me but didn’t want to say anything

So n stays for tea and they have a lovely chat and helen is like this is literally my son and he has no idea who i am and then the rain stops so n leaves and helen is just like. Sad

But then n comes back another day and stays for tea again cuz they kinda became buddies and n is about to leave but he stops. at the doorway and slowly turns around and is like “i feel like i know you from somewhere” and helen is like “???” about to cry again

And you can like see the gears turning in n’s brain and he just freezes. and he looks up. And he’s like “.......mom?”

tears. Everywhere and both of them are sobbing and hugging each other and helen’s like “omg you’re so tall look at you how you’ve grown” and more tears and they literally hug for like hours while helen tells the story and helen was like starting to calm down and n’s like “btw connie and anthy are alive” and she just starts crying again and then they go to the house in driftveil so helen can see the girls and everyone just starts crying the girls are freaking out cuz they never knew what happened to mom and rood was there and crying like “mistress helen you’re alive ma’am” and just. big group hug and the shadow triad probably teleport in there for like five minutes and helen will absolutely not let them go without hugs even if they still work for ghetsis and yeah. that’s the very long summary of n’s mom imagine how long it would have been if i like actually wrote it professionally ok bye

#pokemon #pokemon n #pokemon bw #pokemon black and white #n harmonia #natural harmonia gropius #pokemon oc #ghetsis #team plasma

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thosewickedlovelies · 3 years

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It’s not a thot, but watch some of Primitive Technology on youtube.

It’s just a dude out in the jungle woods making shit totally from scratch, and he never speaks, or does voiceovers, or describe anything he’s doing (outside of making it visually clear for the camera) (he made some videos later where he added text descriptors but I think it totally killed the charm of the whole thing)

But it’s definitely the kind of thing I could see for Into the Woods.

He starts off with simple things: a hut, a bucket, a wee outdoor grill, some rope — then he fucking levels up and starts making things like a brick oven and a tiled roof house for which he makes the tiles from scratch.

Honestly the videos are so amazing and so serene, with just the noises of nature. Because let’s be honest, Frankie might have a channel/insta but he’s definitely not talking in it or showing off for the camera because that’s just not him.

Primitive Technology: https://youtube.com/channel/UCAL3JXZSzSm8AlZyD3nQdBA

Omg okay 1) that is INSANELY COOL, 2) I LOVE this, and I can totally see Frankie being nice enough to do tutorials on fire-building or whatnot if people asked :’)

That being said, the first video I watched was this one, and it gave me an idea for a lil drabble:

Into the Woods: Firestick | Frankie Morales x GN!Reader

Warnings: playing with fire, a lil spicy at the end

Word count: 829

“No, babe, I can totally do this, just wait.”

“Shouldn’t the army have taught you to do this?” you tease. “I can’t believe you’ve never tried it before.”

“Well...” Frankie looks up, a guilty, sheepish sort of smile trying not to creep up one side of his mouth.

“Oh my god, you have!” you realize, laughing out loud. The sound seems to bounce off the surface of the pond and echo around you, too full of joy to be absorbed by the trees.

“Yeah, but that was before I knew there was an actual method. If this guy can do it, so can I.”

Evidence of Frankie’s determination is strewn around him. A stack of dry branches which he’d brought from home; a smaller pile of twigs and tinder to use upon the appearance of smoke; and his phone, with a youtube video paused to show a branch carved with notches, demonstrating how to start a fire with fire sticks.

You’ve witnessed several failed attempts already, but Frankie was not yet discouraged. On the last one he’d actually produced a spirited tendril of smoke, and had notched his current branch with renewed vigor.

You smother your giggles, watching him bend to his task again. Fondness for this silly, determined man wells up in you like a pot overflowing its boil. Frankie’s brow is furrowed so deeply you’re surprised he can even see clearly, concentrating so hard he’s nearly glaring at the intersecting sticks before him. He doesn’t usually get like this, you muse. Frankie liked to challenge himself, try new things, but he seemed particularly stuck on this (in his good-natured way). You wonder if it was a manly pride thing; if something about ‘making fire for your mate’ struck an ancient nerve in him.

Beside you, Oso sneezes, waking herself up from a doze. The disgruntled expression on her canine face makes you laugh again, and you scratch her ears until she lays back down. She, at least, had benefited from Frankie’s failures, wearing herself out fetching the branches you threw.

You eye the pile of wood Frankie had designated as potential firesticks. In all the time you’d spent in the woods together, he’d taught you the different ways to build fires, but in this method you were on equal footing. Curiosity pulls on you as you watch him roll his hands down the wood.

“I wanna try,” you announce.

You plop yourself decisively beside him and watch the video again. As you take up his knife and your own two sticks, his eyes crinkle at you in a welcoming smile.

Briefly you’re distracted by the warm glow that rises in your chest, the same emanation that sparks every time Frankie smiles at you, like a beam of sunlight striking your heart. He’s just so pretty and kind all the time....

You clear your throat, refocusing on your goal. On your first try, smoke drifts up from the pile of tinder, and you feel a leap of excitement. It doesn’t last, but you carve the next branch with a perfectionist concentration, trying to imitate the video’s actions precisely.

You gasp at the thick pluming of smoke from the tinder. “Frankie!” You want him to see, but you also want to stay focused and actually start a fire. You blow lightly, carefully on the hotspot, aiming for the telltale ember-orange glow.

“I can’t believe you got it before me! Don’t let it die, here-” Frankie’s grousing is all an act, he’s as excited as you are. Abandoning his own attempts, he scrambles to pass you more material and kindling.

You’re hyperfocused on your breathing, allowing only a controlled trickle of air to goad the smoking matter into flames. “Oh!” When it does, you squeal.

Frankie lets out a crow of delight. “Ha, you did it, baby! Look at that!” He nearly bowls you over smacking a kiss on your cheek, but you duck out of the way.

“Wait, let me get it going properly!” Giggling, you manage to fend off his affections for long enough to build the fire into something slightly more sustainable.

“Okay, now kiss me,” you order, breathless and pleased when Frankie obeys, bundling you to the ground. His heavy frame presses you into the earth. A happy sigh slips out as he winds his arms around you, at the familiar warmth of his mouth on yours.

“Proud of you, querida,” he mumbles.

You squirm at the ticklish whisper of his lips beneath your ear. “Thanks,” you manage, voice breathy. The unexpected, playful desire Frankie was pouring into you was dousing your ability to form words. “I thought you wanted to do it though?“

“I did.” His teeth scrape your clavicle. “Was kinda hot seeing you be all survivalist, though.” He keeps his face buried in your neck as admits this, but he can’t hide the husk in his voice.

“Oooo.” You grin, wriggling a bit beneath him. “Got another kind of firestick for me there, survivor-man?”

Frankie groans.

#thank you for this 😍😍💗#psa im putting a patent on this style of publishing stories from opposite ends of their relationship #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fic #pedro pascal characters #outdoors insta frankie

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korissideblog · 3 years

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[does a sillie little tictok dance but instead of music it’s just the sound of all my joints poppin]

ughhh idk how to tag this, just cw for sadness and the use of second person

I was like you, once.

You, walking down the street, looking a bit too closely at your phone. Your mother says you need glasses, but for whatever reason you refuse to get your eyes checked. And because your eyes aren’t checked, you don’t notice the man sneaking up behind you.

And you find yourself in a darkened alley, and you turn to see him. He’s a man. Or he’s a monster. You can’t tell. Your eyes really do need checking.

And you’ll look up at this man, or monster, or both, and you’ll find him a wicked thing, villainous to the core. And you’ll wonder if he really can be blamed for his crimes, if this was all that was offered to him. And you’ll scream- wheather out of the injustice of it all, or threat of violence he imposed, or a mix of the two, some could most likely guess.

But you’ll hear another voice.

“You- you brute!” And you’ll see a white cane come down from the heavens, and like a miracle, it will strike the head of your attacker. He will scream, and turn to face her.

Her, dressed in soft yellows and whites, curly hair tied with a bow, horns sprouting from her head like tree branches reaching for sunlight, and yelling in the vague direction of you and your attacker.

She looks barely 55 kilos soaking wet, and you’re thankful for it as you run past the villain and lift her over your shoulder, both of you yelling for very different reasons.

And you’ll take her to the police department, and you’ll file a report, and she’ll wait for you by the door.

“This feels like…” she’ll whisper, waving to the bars on all the windows of the building. “That place… the one with animals and the cages.”

“The zoo?” You’ll ask, noticing how her Japanese sounded… uncomfortable in her mouth. She knows the words and grammar and phrases but… it’s clearly not her first language.

“Ah yes! I would like to go with zoo!” She would say, smiling with a blinding confidence.

“N-no, it’s: you would like to go to the zoo.” You would correct, trying to be soft as you to memorize her smile, expecting it to fall.

But it didn’t.

“Yes!” She would giggle, putting her hand in yours. “I would like to go!” And you’d watch as her smile grew wider, and realize that learning more than one language takes a very clever person.

————

And one day you’ll watch as she spins around your kitchen, her flowy white dress following her legs as she runs back to you.

It’s been very long since the attack, and the zoo, and the first kiss in the park. It’s been long, and now you’re older, and now she’s heavier, her body gaining weight as her smile gained beauty. You can’t lift her over your shoulder now. You can however hold her at night, and promise her your tomorrow will be for her. Because it was, and it is. Because it always has been, and it always will be.

And you write that into your vows.

————

“You…you’re in love with me?”

”That's usually what ‘will you marry me’ implies, yes.”

You’ve spent money on her ring. You watch as tears fill her eyes as she embraces you. She’ll meet you on your knees and together you’ll worship your mutual love, baptized in tears of holy water.

And she’ll remind you that biblical metaphors wouldn’t get you extra points in her class.

And tomorrow she’ll tell you that her students asked why her finger was adored the way it was.

And she’ll tell you that she said

“Because he loves me.”

————

And you’ll have the wedding.

And it will be perfection.

And you won’t sign papers

Because it’s just easier that way.

And all you want right now is easy.

Because they’ll ask if she’s yours.

And they’ll ask you’re her’s

And everything should be as easy as saying yes

————

And you’ll make a mistake one day.

One that leaves you frightened, and one that leaves her overjoyed.

“I hope it’s a boy.” You’ll offer, unsure of what else to say that won’t betray your feelings

“As long as it's ours, I will love it!” She’ll giggle, dancing around your home in her unabashed joy.

And you realize that, boy or girl, all you really hope for

Is that they have her smile.

————

The child has her smile. And the child has your eyes. And the child has her nose. And the child has your heart wrapped around their tiny little fingers.

And you take back every worry.

Because they’re yours’. And you’ll love it.

————

The child grows up rather elfish in nature. They’ll run and play more than they breathe, and will bump their little head against your thigh if you take too long with dinner.

You’ll teach the child slight of hand. Something you learned in college that makes her very angry with you. But you laugh. Because the child is giving you back your stolen wristwatch. And they tell you they did it hours ago.

You’ll start to notice little bumps on his head, and you cry as you realize that the little child in your arms will one day have powerful horns, like a growing sapling in the protective shadow of her.

And you let them go. Go to play with the dog in the yard. You’ve seen animals react poorly to your elfish child before, but your dog sees your child as its own. Your dog loves and protects your child, and will love and protect them while you look away for just a second.

————

You’ve always been a charming guy.

You could always talk your way into anything you wanted, and out of anything you didn’t. But it was a learned trait for you.

Not whatever this is.

This that your child has inherited, this that lets your child ask the nurse for three lollipops and receive them, this that makes you start to chastise them, but in the next moment you’re sitting in your car, three white sticks poking out of your child’s smiling mouth.

And they still have her smile.

————

And what else is for you here.

You know you love her.

But does she love you?

You only really know two things.

That you love this child in your home, one you’ve raised since birth as yours, and they love you back.

That you love that child so much that you have to leave.

————

And you do. On a simple ruse.

You wish you didn’t have to see the child. you look over their shoulder as you tell them you’ll be right back

You’re happy you did. You saw your baby one last time, before you had to go.

Because you really had to go

And that’s what you tell yourself

And you pray that you’re right.

#It’s MY writing and I get to choose the dead alive reference #The zoo thing is a dead alive reference if y’all couldn’t tell #Bc im insane <3 #bnha oc comeback #knha // kimi no hero academia #aito takao #Kori stories #I love writing in the second person <333 #It’s just so intimate #It’s like drawing you in to live in a character’s skin #So funnn <3333

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urlocalbunny · 3 years

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Hello ! I hope you passed the exams you took. I am happy to be able to reapply. My question about boys is this : let's say the boys and Eloise can go to an amusement park at night. Wich amusement would the boys prefer ? (Ferris Wheel, ghost train, roller coaster) Have a good day or a good evening !

This headcanon was ready and I tried to post it but tumblr was hungry and ate it. I'm really upset and sorry for the delay but i got upset and took some time from it~

Aaron:

He likes the Ferris wheel and the games where you get prizes🥺.

As in Aaron is not vocal about any toys they go in until the ride begins. He's not boring, boy has good conversation and he CAN flirt.

He laughs and yells normally like everyone else, of course, but he's fine with whatever and he only cares about kissing Eloise and eating churros until his cheeks are chubby. Until...

I want one ticket, please." He grabs the water gun and shoots the targets easily, handing Eloise a big wolf plushie, blinking his eye and smiling as in "it's a secret, but I'm giving this to you because I am an actual wolf. Nice, huh?"

Eloise is full of bags and Things She Said "I Want It" And She Got Them™, then he looks up.

"I like the ferris wheel." Eloise runs to buy tickets and tackles people to get them if it's over. No regrets. Her man wants ferris wheel.

As soon as his feet are off the ground, he dangles them and giggles. "That's so nice. Does your tummy feel cold?"

When they're watching the view from above, Aaron sighs longingly while he looks at the forest and the manor. Then he turns to her and his little eyes are shining uuuugh. "I'm so glad I met you, my beloved."

The day ends with a sweet, heartfelt kiss and a hug.

Raphael:

He likes the rollercoaster. The worse it is, the funnier it feels. Spinning around and feeling the wind whip your face while you can't see a thing is freaking crazy!!!!!

He squeezes Eloise's hand while they tighten the security bars and his head spins while the cart approaches the peak. And then.

"ELOISE, HOLY FU-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" and they fall into oblivion. He laughs his ass off while everyone screams in horror, and he throws his arms around as he feels himself being driven upside down and sideways until he has to gasp for air and his legs feel funny because that's just So. Much. Fun.

Eloise is yelling like crazy and praying for people he doesn't know in languages he doesn't know and he doubts that exist. She cursed a lot and for a moment he felt her hand squeeze his chest while trying to find support. He was red all over from so much laughter.

"RAPHAEL, ARE YOU OKAY?" he hears Ivan yell in the front, probably from the spot they waited on. He yelled back as much as he could before speaking.

"THIS PARTICULAR TOY IS INCREDIBLE AS FU-" "HELP ME YOU SILLY BATS"

He stepped down with a bounce on his step, Eloise by his side, grasping his arm for dear life. He heard the others approach them as he smiled.

"you said fuck."

"I would never say foul things. Eloise won't let me. ||("

Beliath:

He loves the scary rides with the cart. He sits on it and he pats his side so Eloise can climb uncertainly. She huffs. "You're gonna yell so quick. Gosh."

"BWAH" "UAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." "And that's on being such a liar."

The ride begins smoothly and so does Beliath, holding her hand and kissing her in the darkness, trying to play it cool and saying he will protect her of the ghosts and then the cardboard ghosts fall off the ceiling.

"I'M LEAVING. I'M LEAVING. DON'T TALK TO ME!" He holds Eloise close as she sighs, leaning into her seat.

"tell me how can a literal demon be scared of cardboard. I guess a moron will always be a moron." "Don't talk to me like that! That was scary and nothing prompted it. The next one won't be scary because I know."

After a good bit of screams and Eloise being squeezed like a pillow, they finally seemed to be ending their ride. However, one of the poor actresses let her plastic eyeball fall from her forehead and it went rolling near the carts. She went to get it, but Beliath noticed her.

Seeing a running monster with a hand over their third eye yelling "WAIT!" wasn't really good for his heart. He hopped out of the cart and left running and screaming a high-pitched sound.

The result was Eloise laughing her ass off in the cart while the others waited with confused faces. Ethan would never let this die. They're immortal.

Vladimir:

Baby likes the bumper cars so much! He'll spend his WHOLE TIME there if he can.

Every time he crashes he starts laughing heartily. Tries not to crash with all his might tho, just to annoy Eloise.

"Your car is supposed to crash!" "Too bad it does not, right?" "You'll see!"

He becomes a child, smiling like a little rascal as he races through the other cars and Eloise crashes behind him. His eyes glimmer when Eloise laughs behind him and mocks his long legs perched up on the toy.

He even has the odd urge to mock the boys waiting near the toy. Aaron curses back and laughs a booming laughter while Beliath covers his face with his hair trying not to laugh too loudly. Ethan looks grossed out and Ivan is already red and crying of laughter.

After a good chase, he turns his car the wrong way on purpose and smashes against Eloise's car, making her yell. They laugh together for a while but soon they make up a plan to smash everyone's cars >:).

They end up crashing against everyone at least once before the ride is over. The others look at him quizzically only to be met with the usual Vladimir. "What is it? Is something the matter?"

When they begin to walk home that night, Vladimir stayed behind with Eloise and held her hand, giggling as if they had a secret to hide. His pearly white teeth shone under the gaps on the tree branches. He winked at her, skipping home.

Ethan:

HEAR ME OUT I'VE HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR FOUR MONTHS I PROMISE. I'll paste this here.

The others go in another rides and he lifts his index finger to his lips and smirks, raising his other hand with the palm up. She looks back at the group in line for a roller coaster, but she holds his hand instead. She's his chalice anyway, they should try to get along more even if they were friends already.

Ethan runs through the crowd practically dragging Eloise, first to a churros tent and then to a less noisy place that was up a few flights of stairs. The guy stops skipping and walks slowly until they're in line for another toy that doesn't seem full of people yet.

"What is this? It's high, isn't it?" She asks with concern, eyeing him suspiciously. He shrugs, rolling his eyes and smiling as if she didn't know about real fun at all. "This, little pest, is a Flying Coaster."

"Why is it called like that?" "You'll see when we're on it." He says as he pays for the ride this time. They get up in it and he's practically buzzing. Eloise notices he hid the churros on his coat and when the security employee moves back to her place, the cart leans forward. She gulps. "Ethan, why are we looking at the floor?" "Chewrrows?" "You're chewing churros in out deathchairs?" "Nuish One, haha!"

The toy starts Actually Moving™. She then realizes they were a little higher up as her finger grazes the top of a tree three times her size. Then it's too late. "SON OF A- UAAAAAAH!"

Ethan laughs like he didn't in a long while and watches the moon from the highest point in the roller coaster while gulping down his churros as Eloise curses and kicks. At some point they look down and see Beliath's terrified eyes staring at them as Eloise curses at them too. "YOU FREAKING CLOOOOOOOOOowns!"

When they get down from the toy, he thinks Eloise will be mad and regrets his decision, but then she leans into his arm and starts laughing. Her hair ia disheveled and she grabbed his other churro (it was for her don't let him trick you) with the prettiest smile he had seen in a while.

"... Suddenly I feel weird. The roller coaster made me nauseous, let's get the fuck out of here." "I think it's your heart, Ethan-" "Shut up, you demon."

Ivan:

He likes easy rides, don't @ me. Eloise is in the amusement park with him, he won't go apeshit like he did before. He must be... CaReFuL wItH HeR. But with a little coaxing, he mumbles that he likes the Twister Rollercoaster and Eloise digs completely.

He jumps like a little kid twice and pays to enter, sitting close to her. Since it's kind of late, the front seat is just the two of them. He looks at her tenderly and holds her hand. "Will you be fine, babe?" "Yeah, don't worry about it."

The ride begins to move and Ivan kicks around a little and squeals. Eloise giggles, holding his hand as best as she can. He squeezes back, smiling like that made his whole year better.

As soon as the carts begin to go down the line, he yells in excitement and lifts his hands, looking at Eloise. She's just as excited, screaming in joy as the carts spin around. He wished he could take a picture of Eloise looking like a pineapple with her hair upside down.

"you look like a pineapple!" "Don't make me tell you how you look, please!" They laugh at some woman yelling a funny sentence and screech when the cart seems like it's going to derail in the dip. A camera flashes several times during the loop and he thanks the gods above for that.

When they make it back, Aaron is tapping his foot on the floor. "You both could've flies into space!" "You don't mean that. Look." He lifts the picture of Eloise with red luminous eyes and a ominous smile while Ivan straight up yells towards the camera, both upside down and with their hair messy.

The picture gets framed by Vladimir. Eloise isn't allowed to take it off by votes.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #sfwbunny #ml ethan #ml aaron #ml beliath #ml raphael #ml vladimir #ml Ivan #bunny's writing #moonlight lovers fanfiction

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