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Tap Out-Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Based on a request:

Heyyy there👀 So, it's been a while since I started following you but, your one shots are FUCKING AMAZING!!😭😂

Anyway, I just wanted to ask you, if it's okay would you please right a one shot or anything about Ghost who does material arts(boxing) with reader?! or F1 driver Ghost?! Thanks🥲💖 (It doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff I just really like your writings. by the way sorry if it sounds weird, just first time requesting in tumblr😭🤦🏻‍♀️)

A/N: I'll be doing boxing first because like...I need boxer bf Ghost rn F1 driver Ghost deserves smut tbh...

F!reader, fluff, boxer!Ghost, boxing au, established!relationship, jealous!Ghost

Simon was not one to keep relationships, that everyone knows but when you and him met, that was when he knew his life would change. You two were complete opposites and that is what complimented the relationship. It is midnight rain and you the sunshine.

He was never one to show off to prove his skills but when you showed up at the gym to watch him train, best believe he was flexing his muscles, showing off what he can do in the ring. His mates knew best, a pretty woman like you with a tall and broad man like him? Yeah, it was meant to happen. He wanted you one way or another and he was going to prove he could be more than just a boxer, he is a lover and a big softie, but that is only for you.

As time passed and the more dates you two ended up going on, he finally dared to ask you to be his girl or as he put it, "Be my number one fan, c'mon baby, what do you say?" The smile you gave him after his question proved you were already his, to begin with. During and after practice, you were on his mind. You had become the motive for him to continue to fight.

As he was about to walk out into the public and to the ring, he saw on the room's TV his best girl. Wearing his chain and a small sign to support him, this alone brought a smile to his face. Yeah, he was dedicating this win to you. He is cocky but for a good reason. He was named one of the best boxers in all of Manchester and possibly the entire country. The scars that littered his body from years of boxing were now worn proudly by him, this was after you kissed them all one night, to prove to him he was no freak for how many he had. The tattoos he still had marker residue on from the night before, where you painted on them, trying to memorise them all as if they were your own. He kisses the tattoo where you last touched, his forearm proudly has the red lipstick smudged there.

Why did he know he was going to win against an amazing boxer like his opponent? Easy, bastard was flirting with you and though he never shows his jealousy when you're around or ever, in the ring that is where all the urges to punch him would come in. You were his to love and hold, no one else's.

The two touched gloves and the match began, you rooted for him, called him cute nicknames and cheered when you knew the punch would get him points. Before this, you didn't know a thing about boxing and saw it as something too violent and stupid. The way he softly spoke to you when speaking of his profession, the way his hands touched yours and taught you to fight, that is what had you so hooked on this sport. Your favourite boxer, yours and yours alone. After an impeccable last round, he won.

During break, he had seen how his opponent had winked at you and that was enough for him to fuel up the need to put that mediocre of a man in his place. Simon was cheered on after being granted the belt but in the crowd of fake friends and crew, he looked for you. The one person who for years now has been by his side, his shoulder to cry on and the only woman he loves, you. You smile when you notice he is looking for you in the crowd. "Simon!" you waved and his face lit up. He ran off the ring and to you, he lifted you as if you were feathers, "Baby, we did it!"

That was his thing, he never took full credit for anything, always thanked his crew but before them came you, his number one girl. If the man would've even touched you most slightly, Simon would have made sure to make that man tap out and beg for an ambulance. You kiss him despite the blood and sweat on his face. Never grossed out by it because, at the end of the day, your big softie had won.

Was he jealous that his opponent had been with his girlfriend? Yes and no. For one, he knows you are more than loyal and are in more than in love with him. What was it then? The fact that, that man was a womaniser and you as his girlfriend do not deserve to be sexualised by anyone, expect him when you wear that dress he bends you over to.

After everyone was gone, you and he stayed behind in the locker room. Hands intertwined, is bruised knuckled being caressed by your delicate hands. "I love you, Simon." He let out a soft chuckle, a red hue on his face as if it was the first time you told him this. He looks away blushing, You always had a way to make a tough boxer like him turn into a huge softie. He was melted away by how delicate and how soft your words always were.

Your hands cupping his bruised face, "You won and I know for sure that last punch carried more than you let on." That was your thing, always seeing past what others never acknowledged. This is what made you two perfect for each other. Your hands caressing his face, his eyes big like a lovesick fool. His face leans more to your touch, "I love you too, R/N." he softly speaks. That tough boxer is now gone, replaced by your precious boyfriend, Simon

tags: @thisuserisaninfpgirl

A/N: I'll make sure to write that F1 smut soon:)

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Postmarked In The Past

Spencer Reid x Female Single Mom Reader

Summary: After sixteen years of no contact Reader reconnects with Spencer because she has to reveal the secret she’s been keeping since she stopped sending letters to him.

A/N: Hey heyyy! This is my sixteenth fic (it’s actually was totally unintentional to choose the 16th for this fic even though the daughter is 16 in this fic lol 😂) for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!! This one is based off of this request and is part of my unlinked Spencer Reid & Letters series! Thanks for all the love and support lately- I was going to put out my plan for my 1500 follower celebration yesterday or today but if you saw my post I’ve been struggling so it’ll probably come on the 19th or the 20th. Submit an ask here- I love hearing from everyone 🥰Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy 🥰

Warnings: Reader keeps a huge secret she definitely shouldn’t have, Reader is a single mother-the daughter doesn’t have a specified name but she is specified to be 16, Reader is very defensive when her daughter finds the letters, mentions of a one night stand

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.5k

Spencer had been a bright spot in my life, one that had been snuffed out all because of me. When I had found myself pregnant with his child, after I had visited him once, I bolted. For a long time I justified my actions, saying to myself that it was better that Spencer was unburdened while his career was just starting out. But, deep down I knew how wonderful Spencer would have been as a father, how he would have moved heaven and earth to make everything work. And, that guilt haunted me.

The memories I had of him were so far in between, every moment with him had been so fleeting at the end. I struggled to sometimes even remember how he looked as it had been sixteen years since I last laid eyes on him.

I had to strain my memory to remember the way his gelled hair curled around his ears and how sometimes I saw him let the curls free only around me. His eyes had been brown, I could remember that. But, pinpointing what shade they were when they glinted in the light or were drenched in the shadows was lost to me. I knew he had been tall and lanky, his hands reflecting that with how spindly they were. To remember how those fingers had felt on my skin, or how his lips had marked me, or how he would gently stroke my hair was too difficult. Whether it was because I couldn’t remember or that I didn’t want to, it was just too hard for me to want to try to strain my memory anymore.

The labor had been the most difficult thing I had gone through, no one had been there to hold my hand. And, I didn’t really want anybody else except Spencer holding it. I had gritted my teeth and accepted it, pushing through the physical and emotional pain, especially since the pain of losing Spencer had been entirely because of me. I had been given a beautiful baby daughter that day and it was then that I started to force myself to forget Spencer, she looked too much like him to be able to bear.

The only things that remained in my life that involved him were the letters I sent to him in the last year of our relationship while we were long distance and my daughter. The letters were able to be shoved in a box at the bottom of a closet, but my daughter confronted me with my actions everyday by existing. I loved my daughter very much, I just tried to avoid the topic of her father by concocting a lie and making myself forget all of Spencer’s features so I wouldn’t see them as much in her. My nightmare would be the two things converging to confront me with my guilt, I don’t think I could handle that.

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At the kitchen table I saw my daughter, holding a letter. Her holding a letter wasn’t at its core a bad thing of course, but I could tell by the slight yellowing of the paper that it was getting old. Immediately panic spread through me; there were no other old letters she’d be looking at besides mine, the ones I sent to Spencer.

“Those are private.” I snapped defensively, definitely too hostile to be reasonable. It was obvious by my tone of voice that I was hiding something.

“Private?!” She yelled, giving away that she had already read at least a few of them. I clenched my eyes shut to prepare for her question, “Are these from my father?! Who you said was a one night stand?!” I vividly remember explaining the lie I had concocted for her, her being confused why I would only be with her father once. It was a hard subject to dance around, a difficult lie for me and her to swallow. But, the alternative was too painful for me to be honest with her, or honest with Spencer. And, I knew it made me selfish, at the time it had been so Spencer wouldn’t stop his blossoming career. With time I realized that I really had done it because I had been scared. The guilt had started to sting worse when I realized that.

I had been caught, there was no weaseling out of this. I hanged my head in defeat, finally admitting to the large lie I had even roped the rest of my family in, “Yes.”

If she had been a dragon she’d be breathing fire on me while she spoke, “And why would you keep this from me! Did he do something bad or something?! Is that why you didn’t tell me?!”

“No-I-“ I stammered a few times until I found the words, “I- I did it because I didn’t want to hold him back… We were so young, and I knew he’d quit his new job across the country to come back to me.” Keeping the details still vague was my only armor right now. I kept to myself how those letters were the way we communicated for months when he started in the academy. We were only able to meet up once a month, and one month I unexpectedly fell pregnant. I never sent another letter or came to visit him again once I found out.

She clenched her jaw at me, looking back down at the scores of letters that we had written, and I had hidden. Her next question now made me clench my jaw, “C-can I see him? Or call him? Or send him a letter?” If you don’t know how to contact him anymore I’m sure we can-“

I was nervous as to where this was going. There was no way I could contact Spencer again after all these years, the guilt already ate at me everyday. Seeing and remembering his face would only make it worse. Fear was fueling me and I cut her off because of it, “No- I- I don’t think it’s a good idea...I just need more time- until I’m ready.” I started to shrink away from her, my authority slipping through my fingers as I became more and more vulnerable.

“You’ve waited sixteen years, you’ll never be ready.” The spite in her voice was stinging, she wasn’t completely wrong in her statement.. And when I didn’t answer she then stormed away, slamming the door to her room.

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Our relationship in the few weeks following was strained at best, estranged at worse. She barely spoke to me since then, the biggest conversation we had was about what was for dinner- and that had been about two sentences long.

I was slowly coming around to the idea of perhaps finding a way for her and Spencer to reconnect. The guilt that I had been so afraid of becoming worse if I confronted it head on, only grew worse by avoiding it. I was actually going to talk to her after I got home from work, until I realized what she did.

She left her own letter on the table titled Dear Mom, detailing where she was going without giving any specifics. There was one part that gave her reasoning for writing her plan down, she didn’t want me to have a heart attack even if she was mad at me. Plus there were a few sentences about how she had used her own money that she had been saving up, which was supposed to be for college only serving to make you even more frustrated. At the bottom she wrote- I’m going to find my Dad, please don’t follow me or call the police.

I scoffed to myself, wondering if she expected her warning to not to follow her to be followed. Of course I was going to follow her, there was no way I was going to just let her go off on her own like that.

It wouldn’t be too hard to find her. Spencer may have changed apartments since then, but one quick google search of news articles he was mentioned in showed me that he still worked at the BAU in Quantico. It was probably a safe bet that my daughter did the same thing and was planning on visiting him at his office.

The plane ride there had been tumultuous, not in the sense that there was any chaotic occurrence or severe turbulence on the plan, more like in my mind. My hands shook, my foot tapped, and my mind raced while I took the long flight from Las Vegas all the way to Quantico. My mind went round in circles whether or not I viewed Spencer meeting my daughter- our daughter as a good thing. It was difficult to accept that even though they’d both most likely be mad at me, they deserved to meet. Especially since I knew how good of a father Spencer could potentially be. Once I had landed I didn’t stop, getting a cab straight from the airport to where the BAU offices were located.

The building looked daunting in front of me. It wasn’t a skyscraper by any means, but the task that I was here to do was so big it felt like one as I stared at it while trying to work up the courage to go in. The guilt however, was too hard to ignore.

My mind was on autopilot as I told the secretary at one of the front desks. It was too stressful to focus on worrying, so exhausted from the emotional roller coaster I was riding. An agent had assured me that she was safe which made some of the stress melt from my shoulders luckily.

“Here she is.” The agent gestured to the office, empty of any other person except my daughter. I felt even more relieved now that I saw her with my own eyes.

When I entered she waited a second before speaking timidly with disappointment, “He’s not here, he's on a case.” Her demeanor had deflated almost immediately as she saw me escorted up.

“Who told you that?” My arms crossed around my chest, nervous and furious all at once. I didn’t need to tell my daughter how in trouble she was, by the pout on her face she knew she’d be getting grounded for a long time even if I did let her talk to him.

“This nice lady named Garcia, she works with him. But, she did tell me I had to wait for you until she called him” For the first time since I had read her letter to me I cracked a smile. When we had still been communicating, Spencer often wrote and spoke about his teammates. Besides a fleeting photo of the team shown to me by him while I had been over here visiting, all my perceptions of the team and how they might look were all based on my imagination.

Despite that, when a vibrantly dressed woman clicked her heels into the room, I knew it was her. Spencer had perfectly described her, shining bright compared to the dull colors of the bureau’s office.

“So your Spencer’s baby mama.” Yep, she was definitely as blunt and beautiful as Spencer had described. I blanched at her comment, though I didn’t deny it, which was all she needed to know to confirm.

“Can you give me his number?” I skittered past the question, not wanting to confirm it out loud.

She beamed brightly at me, already starting to punch in the numbers with the phone on the desk in front of me. “You can call him now if you want on this phone, they just stopped working for the day.”

When she handed me the phone, it had already started ringing. I couldn’t help but panic, almost refusing the phone until my daughter nudged me forward to grab it. My finger trembled severely as I wrapped my hands around the phone, but I still managed to hold on to bring it up to my ear just as someone picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It was him, he sounded so similar to the boy you knew, that boy was a man now. He sounded more haggard compared to sixteen years ago; I wondered what all had happened since then.

“Hey- Spencer it’s me.” By the hitch in his voice that came through the speaker, he knew who it was.

At first I heard nothing from him, only some rustled feedback in the speaker. My shoulders were practically at my ears now afraid he might hang up. He did eventually stumble out a greeting, “H-hi? Why are you calling me after all these years- aaand on a phone at my work?”

“I’ve got to be honest with you,” I cryptically answered with an evident shake in my voice. I was biting my nails now, not caring if I chipped the polish on them. My daughter grabbed my hand to comfort me even though she was probably still furious at me which helped coax out my next statement, “cause I haven’t told you why I stopped talking to you…” I breathed in deeply once before I finally admitted the secret I had held for so many years, “Spencer, you have a daughter, she just turned sixteen.”

Dead silence was all I got, that was until I heard a choked out sob from him, “Why?”

He didn’t need to elaborate any further, it was quite clear what he was asking. Again another meek shaky reply came from me, “There were a lot of reasons- the main one was I didn’t want to hold you back.”

My daughter was now crying as was I, I hadn’t given her my reasoning until now. Maybe one day I’d give Spencer all the reasons why I had hidden it from him for so many years even though it was painful. I had held a lot of guilt about not ever contacting him again or even sending another letter. Spencer deserved to know everything, especially about his daughter who was the spitting image of him in almost every way.

“Can I talk to her?” I agreed, which seemed to surprise my daughter. I think she thought I’d be furious enough with her to not let her speak to him. She would still be getting many privileges taken away from her, just not this one as it was my fault she never knew her father in the first place. My fingers shook even more as I moved to click the speaker button so he could hear her speak.

“Hi- dad.” They spoke for a while, while I took the back seat, barely interjecting. They both deserved every ounce of father and daughter time that I had deprived them from throughout the years. My chest did feel lighter now that I had told him, now that my daughter was getting the chance to know him. Hearing them laugh and giggle with each other almost immediately only cemented how much she was her father’s daughter.

When the phone was handed back to me, after seemingly hours of talking (Garcia had even popped in a few times to get me more coffee) Spencer asked,“Can you stay in Quantico till I get back?”

I smiled, happy that I’d finally be able to see and remember his face again after all this time, “We’ll be here waiting, it’s time you meet your daughter in person.”

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The Marriage Project (6)

Heyyy guys! Sorry this has taken so long to get out. Even though I have a lot of chapters written, I’m in the process of overhauling some later chapters and I’m trying to make sure I don’t conflict anything in these earlier chaps. Also I’ve been sooooo busy :(

Also: if you haven’t seen my recent kim possible au, definitely check it out!

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Word Count: 2307

Warnings: none that I can think of this chapter

% Approximately the 2nd week of October %

Monday you continued to shut down and deflect dumb rumors about you and Tom. The rumors had exploded over the weekend since some had noticed the way Tom pointed you out before his game and walked with you after.

But it was all innocent, right?

In home ec, you started a sewing project of making a pajama set.

As always, Mrs. Flynn had tied it into the marriage project, requiring that couples sewed each others’ garments and made the fabrics compliment each other. If everything turned out right, the couples would have to wear them during their final presentations.

You laid on the floor over the fabric you’d chosen as Tom marked your hem length for the pants, the main part of the pattern already cut out.

“This Friday is your last home volleyball game, right?” Tom questioned as he rubbed chalk on the fabric.

“Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? It’s been half of my school life longer than I’ve known you. Just like that, it’ll be pretty much over.”

“Have any big plans for your senior night, then?”

You sat up and got off the fabric so Tom could cut it.

“Well, I’m probably gonna do my hair and makeup since they’ll take pictures before the game, and then after we win I’m going out to dinner with my family. My extended fam is coming to town. If they weren’t gonna be here I’d drive over to the football game.”

You laid out the fabric for Tom’s pants and waited for him to lay on it, preparing to do the same as him.

The football game was against the other public school in your town, which was essentially your biggest rival, and this year it was at their field.

“You won’t get to see me win, princess? That’s just sad. I’ll be at your game for at least the beginning. I just have to be over there an hour and a half before kickoff, but it’s not till 7:30. My mom wants to shoot pics so you’ll probably see her.”

Tom laid down.

“Oh yeah? Based on the football pictures I’ve seen, I’m excited for her volleyball shots. By the way, how did the pictures she took this weekend turn out? I haven’t had real pictures like that taken of me since I was probably 3.”

You leaned forward to mark the fabric, but first had to move Tom’s leg to the right position.

“Haven’t seen them. She never shows me pictures until she’s done editing. I also can’t relate to the other thing. She’s had a camera pointed at all of us since the day we were born. I get it, though, it is her career.”

Tom got up and you both went to sit by the sewing machine you’d set up, pinning the fabric cutouts into individual pant leg tubes.

“Tell her I’ll be her subject matter any time, champ. I actually had a lot of fun doing it.”

“WIll do. And you’re really gonna stick with champ?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Kinda rolls off the tongue.”

By the end of class you’d both finished and tried on the pants, and you were surprised at how well Tom had done on yours.

Wednesday, you made the shirts, which, since they were custom made, fit just about perfectly, too. As per usual, you got an A.

Friday morning, you dreaded and looked forward to the afternoon. Like, yeah, you were excited to be recognized for your years of hard work, but you didn’t want it to be over either.

You looked in the mirror, butterflies in your stomach.

Since it was chilly, you wore some ripped skinny jeans and a dressy long sleeved top with pink flowers. Your hair was straightened and glittery makeup adorned your face.

You were interested to see how people would react to the more traditionally “girly” side of you at school.

Even your parents were surprised to see you all dressed up as you said your goodbyes and headed out the door.

In the halls, people pointed and stared, but it wasn’t accusatory like the prior week. Instead, people complimented the look and congratulated you on the upcoming evening.

You walked into calculus, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you sat down next to Tom.

“Wow. Finally decided to go for it, huh?”

“Yeah, well. I thought about our conversation a couple weeks ago and decided to dress for myself. It’s been pretty well received so far.”

“Princess, I’m pretty sure people are gonna like you no matter what you’re wearing.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, preparing to reply when you were cut off by the bell and the start of announcements.

As your game got closer throughout the day, the pit in your stomach grew deeper. You spent the entire free period talking to coach in her classroom to get your mind off the upcoming game.

“Y/n, I know you’re nervous, but this is going to be the best night of your entire volleyball career. I know you and know that you’re gonna crush it. That whole team looks up to you and Anna. I haven’t seen a pair of such magnetic personalities leading my team in years. I’m proud to call myself your coach.”

You gave a watery smile.

“Thank you, coach. I’ve loved having you mentor me these last four years. I promise I won’t just forget about you after tonight.”

“Well you better not. We still have regionals and state the next two weeks,” she joked. “Now bring it in, kid. I don’t want anyone seeing me be a softie.”

You quickly hugged. Once separating, she took on a serious face.

“Now go run along, eat a snack or whatever it is you do before games,” she said seriously, before cracking one more smile and tossing you a wink.

You stood outside the gym nervously, flanked by your parents.

They were about to walk you out and present you for the final time.

Anna was walking through the gym now with her parents and siblings as people cheered in the stands, and there were nervous flutters in your stomach.

Finally, someone waved you along. You stepped into the large gym and saw the massive crowd cheering and clapping. All of your friends and family were in the stands.

You also noticed Tom in the crowd. He wasn’t overtly clapping and yelling like everyone else, but he did put up a thumb and shoot you a wink when you made eye contact.

As the announcer listed off things from the senior night sheet you had filled out, you found yourself holding back tears, thinking about all the memories you had of the sport.

A few slipped out and you quickly wiped them away so Nikki could come take a couple pictures of your family.

After the announcer finished up, your parents went to join your extended family in the stands as you warmed up on your home court one last time.

After winning the first two sets, you sat on the bench, ready to win one last one as you noticed Tom slip out the gym, giving one final wave.

You quickly pushed his absence out of your mind however, when you got behind the back line and put an ace down on the first serve.

Sam opened his front door for you the next day.

Of course, you had won the night before, shed a few tears, and enjoyed the time with your family, who you’d said bye to before going to the Hollands’.

“Hey, y/n. Good game last night. You and Anna crushed it.”

“Thanks, Sam. Julia was amazing, too. Without her, we’d never have good passes to set and hit.”

Sam agreed and talked to you for a little bit when you thought of something.

“Oh, hey. Where’s your mom? I wanted to talk to her.”

“Um, I think she’s in her office. Let’s go check.”

He led you to a part of the house you’d never been, and sure enough, Nikki was sat in front of a large desktop computer, a picture of you jump serving on the screen.

“That’s an incredible shot!”

She startled a bit and turned her chair to face you.

“Oh! Y/n, you scared me. Come on in! I was just going through the pictures I took at yours and Tom’s games last night. While you’re here, let me show you the ones I took last Saturday.”

She minimized the tab she was working on and pulled up a file, the first picture being a black and white shot of you looking down at a notebook, writing.

“Woah. That’s beautiful,” you breathed, looking at every little detail.

“Thank you, that means a lot. You can scroll through them all, if you like. I’m going to go find Tom, I think I heard him and Harry arguing not too long ago.”

You chuckled as she left, looking at each photo. Some she kept in color and others were in black and white. You stopped on the picture of you and Tom laughing at each other.

Your faces were lit up in genuine happiness, and you felt a pang in your chest as you burned the photo into your memory. You quickly changed it when you heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey, sorry. Harry was being an ass. You like the pictures?”

“Yeah, they’re incredible. I’d love to have some of them.” you said, scrolling through the last few.

“I’ll ask her to put some of those on the flashdrive she’s making you. She was planning on just putting all the pictures from last week to tomorrow on one if you’re good with it.”

“Oh, yeah. No rush. Ready to go upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied as you picked up your backpack from the floor and followed him. He continued. “So I hear you guys won last night. Way to end on the best note possible.”

“Yeah, it was a bittersweet night. What about you? I never heard anything about the game.”

“Oh, we won. Not much to it, but it was a tough game.”

Tom closed the door behind him and immediately went to his desk. He pulled out a piece of chocolate and tossed it to you as you sat down.

You worked together for a while, then decided to take a break, just sprawled across the floor on your backs a couple feet apart.

You glanced over at Tom, who was messing around with his necklace.

“Can I ask you something?” you said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“What’s with your necklace? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take it off.”

Tom was quiet for a few minutes, rolling his plastic ring in his fingers.

“My grandad, my dad’s dad, gave it to me a few years ago before he passed. It’s just a saint’s symbol for protection. It was basically his way of saying he’d always be there for me. He was one of the best people in my life, and I wear it to remember him. It also helps me stay grounded sometimes, when I’m anxious or sad.”

You listened intently and looked at Tom for a while, who was just staring straight at the ceiling. There were tons of questions racing through your head, but you narrowed them down to one.

“Why did you put your, uh, ‘wedding’ ring on there, then? I don’t feel like I deserve to be next to him.”

Tom smiled and let out a breath through his nose, then looked right at you.

“Well I definitely wasn’t going to wear it on my finger. At first, I did it just to piss you off, because I could tell that you didn’t like it. But… I don’t know, I just… kept it as a reminder of everything we’ve been through. We still call each other enemies but honestly, I’ve started to consider you one of my closest friends.”

You scanned his face, grinning slightly. Over the past week and a half his bruises had pretty much faded, a little bit of yellow lingering around his cheek and his lip pink with new skin.

You noticed his hand close by and laid yours on top of it, stroking your thumb over the tops of his fingers.

“Yeah… yeah,” was all you could manage to whisper out loud.

After a few moments, Tom flipped his hand, pressing your palms together and curling his fingers around yours. All you could manage to do was stare at each other in silence, unsure of what to think or how to act.

You were startled out of it when there was a knock at the door. Your hands quickly pulled away from each others’ as the door creaked open and you sat up. It was Nikki.

“Sorry to bug you two, but I was just gonna come ask what time would be good for you tomorrow, y/n? We need enough time to get there and take the sports pictures during the day but I think golden hour would be perfect if you wanted to bring another outfit and take regular pictures.”

“Okay, yeah. Whatever time you think. I’m free all day.”

“Well I was thinking we leave here by two so we get there at three and have plenty of time before it gets fully dark around eight. My parents would love to have you for dinner, too.”

“Sounds good with me. I’ll make sure to pack a dress or something to change into.”

“Alright, well I’ll let you get back to it, just wanted to ask before I forgot again.”

Once she shut the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You looked to Tom, who seemed just as uncomfortable about everything as you were.

“Okay then, let’s finish up,” you suggested, waking your computer back up.

A/N: once again, so sorry it has taken this long to upload ch 6! I’m so excited for y’all to see ch 7 tho like I literally love it. Anyways, I really want to get on a more consistent upload schedule but I also want this story to be the best it can be and school is making that so hard rn

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 4 years

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Shigaraki x Todoroki!Reader; The Mask

Enjoy the series!<3 one two three four five six seven

Warnings: Extreme abuse, blood, murder, mental issues, cursing

You’ll never forget when your entire life changed for the better. The day you found your purpose, your meaning, your new family.

It all started Friday night, your least favorite night. Your father Endeavor came home early to rest every Friday to check up on your training. Over the week you were required to train 10 hours a day, eat exactly 1700 calories, and to have straight 100′s as grades. Of course, it was almost impossible to maintain such a lifestyle as a 17-year-old, but again, your father was not only the cruelest man alive, but also the 1# hero Endeavor. We’re you almost old enough to leave him? Yes, but at the same time, he would never let you do so. He owned you.

That’s when he first burned your hip.

Your siblings were Natsuo who was 25, Fuyumi who was 27, Shoto who was 20, and lastly your missing brother Touya. Sweet… sweet Touya. Over the years of having children, your father had tried to build the perfect child but had always failed. Fuyumi had been weak, Natsuo had been too kind to hurt a soul, and Shoto was too rebellious against your father. You would be too, but Endeavor had done everything to keep you “right”.

You were allowed no socializing on the any day except Sunday, you were kept on a tight schedule of modeling, tutoring, interviews, studying, and training, and your father watched you like a hawk.

With you being the last child, he could not mess up with you. You would be the next All Might if it was the last thing he did. He hit you more than any of his children, tortured you more than the rest, and yelled at you more than any of them. And all of your siblings knew that, crying themselves to the sleep at the thought of your bruised and burnt up torso.

Your father could never touch your face, you did modeling after all. Nobody could know the awful mental issues you had, or the trauma that had scarred you for life. To the public, he wanted you to be the perfect child. Beautiful… brilliant… and powerful.

God were you ever so powerful.

You took after your brother Shoto, possessing the power to control fire and ice. You could catch things on fire or ice them when you touched things, and once you did, you could control it with your mind. If you tapped the floor with your bare feet, you could start a fire and decide where it went and what it did. You could make it chase someone, make it form a heart, and eventually… kill someone.

With the power to control it’s movement, you could control the temperature of it as well. You could catch someone on fire and then make it reach over 500 degrees in an instant.

Endeavor loved it, seeing you impress even his fellow pro heroes. Your control over it was amazing, and you were beyond the best they had ever seen. You were a model too, and goodness were you pretty. You had short white hair that went to your shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and beautiful skin. You had been born with red streaks in your hair, but had bleached them out of anger when your father had hit you for not wanting to train.

You only wanted to have the hair of your mother.

He had knocked the wind out of you with a hard punch to the gut and then burnt your side hip to a crisp when kicked you. “Stand up Shiro. Prove yourself.” He yelled as you used the staircase to pull yourself to your feet, almost falling over in pain. It hurt so much to stand. “Good, now feel the consequences.” As he said that, he pushed you down on your hip, watching as you screamed in pain.

That was the day you ran out of the house, and into the nearby alley, ducking behind a dumpster to breathe. Immediately, you began to switch to a different mindset. You didn’t have DID, but you weren’t normal. One moment, you were crying, and the next you were angry. The next moment, your thoughts would jumble together and you would crave revenge in the form of violence. You had terrible anger issues and a taste of violence, taking after your old man.

Sure, you were the sweetest thing, but sometimes… you could be cruel, evil, and a demon to be around. But only when you were alone in your thoughts would you allow yourself such cravings as shooting a gun at a bulls-eye in self-defense training, or “accidentally” tripping one of your friends down the stairs.

At those moments, you felt no pity, no love, and definitely no shame in your actions. And outside of those episodes as you called it, you tried your best to ignore it. You weren’t going to stop yourself, because the more you held back, the more destruction you would cause.

And you didn’t want that, because outside of those episodes, you were sweet, innocent, even fragile. You hated seeing wounded animals, hated seeing your friend get a paper cut, and you never understood your friend’s dirty jokes. You knew what sex was, but why would you want it?

You had never even felt romantic feelings for someone.

So there you were… sitting behind a dumpster, crying. Pathetic. “Heyyy. Pretty lady. What are you doing out here? Need some help?” A college-aged man started walking towards you, two of his friends following behind. The smell of smoke and alcohol radiating off of them.

“No, leave me alone.” You insisted, hugging your knees and barely even paying attention as you tried to contain your thoughts about your father, and the searing pain in your hip. It burned like crazy. “But why, you’re pretty and crying. We’re bored and here to help.”

They kept walking as you looked up at them, shocked and a little scared as they were very close now. “Don’t come any closer! I’m warning you!” You stood up, even though they had you backed up against the dumpster and wall. “Aww, don’t be scared. Now let’s see what’s under that pretty dress of yo-”

In that moment, you sent a spear of ice through the man’s heart, blood splattering all over you in the moment. “W-what?! Hiromi?! Man, this bitch is bat-shit crazy!” As the guys were about to run, you did what your instincts told you. You sent ice spearing through their torsos too, sending them both to the ground. Slowly you walked over to them, rain starting to fall on your head. “I warned you, didn’t I?” You asked, stepping on one of them as they pleaded for you not to kill them.

“I’m not killing you. I’m just… letting you out of your misery.” Before the rain could start, you set them all on fire. Hearing their blood-curdling screams, you smiled. How nice. They’d be dead before the rain could pick up. Walking down the alleyway, you listened to their screaming of pure music to your ears. You loved every bit of it.

In that moment, your entire life changed. You began your journey on your way to your true passion. You were able to get yourself a custom mask from a shady store in the down-country, and started your new life. Whenever you got bored or your father pissed you off, you would slip on the mask, pull up your hair into your hoodie, and kill.

Your mask was amazing too. It was a bright red gas mask, which hid your entire face except for one of your blazing blue eyes. It was amazing, watching your victims stare at your one eye as you killed them. They were looking into the same eye as the pro hero Endeavor, your father, and that made you smile. The man who made your life hell had made the latest and greatest new villain in town.

“Again? God, when I get my hands on you I’m going to make you pay!” Endeavor yelled at the tv in his office, sitting at his desk with his feet held high. You were sitting in the chair against the wall near him, sketching in your book. Your father had brought you to work to meet your future teachers, since there was a villain on the loose and he didn’t want you at UA, one of the main targets. Little did he know she was right next to him.

“What are you talking about Dad?” You asked, looking up from your book. Unlike your siblings, your father made you call him that, since none of his children had ever called him anything near it. He had said it showed that you saw him as a father figure, respected him, loved him, saw him as a caregiver, and gave you an innocent appeal that contradicted your powerful and aggressive quirk. The word had lost any meaning to it.

“Shiro, this villain will be your competitor when you become a pro hero. Look at them. Sources say they’re known for burning their victims bodies so we cannot find fingerprints, or anything. We don’t have a face to go with it, or even a picture of them in general. The only thing is that they believe it may be a female based on the laugh heard, and that they wear a bright red gas mask to hide their identity. It’s brilliant!”

“This bitch has killed over 75 people, and has burnt over 2 million in property damage. This is next level stuff for one person. If we can’t take them down, you will have to.” Endeavor sat back in his chair, returning to his computer. That was about the amount of conversation you would have with him on the weekly.

That was, until you heard an explosion outside, and yelling. Running to the window and standing on your tip toes, you looked out to see the League of Villains on the streets, all running around. Blue flames circled the streets, and you wanted to go join. You had your hoodie and mask in your back pack, and you wanted to get in on the fun, get some promo on the news. The very thought of people seeing your one blue eye was exciting, and sent shivers down your spine.

“Dad, let’s go o-” You were dragged from the window and thrown to the ground. “Get under the desk Shiro! Don’t be an idiot!” He yelled, not caring that you had hurt your ankle in that moment. With hesitation, you walked behind the desk, bringing your bag with you. “Good, now don’t move. Remember, you don’t get to fight professional villains until you’re a pro yourself.” Endeavor explained, picking up a few things to bring with him downstairs.

“I don’t want to be a hero.” You mumbled, rocking back and fourth as you held your legs. “What did you say to me?” He screamed angrily as you looked up, not knowing that he heard you. “N-no! Dad! I didn’t- I didn’t mean to say that. I just- eck!” You screamed as his hand came to hit your face, leaving a large bruise.

“Don’t you dare bitch! You don’t get to say what you want and don’t want! I wanted a son, but look at what I got! Now you’re going to fucking listen!” His hand came to punch the other side of your face, knocking your head into the desk.

“Fuck, if I had a belt I would whip you senseless.” He murmured as you started crying. “I-I’m sorry… just stop…” You cried, trying to hide your face between your knees. “Oh I’m not letting you get off this easy! Your brother said the same thing, and I’m not making the same mistake again!”

As you tried to hide, he grabbed a box-cutter off his desk and sent it into your hip. “Now don’t you try to leave this room.” He mumbled, walking out without hesitation, leaving you to bleed on his floor.

The cut was deep, and you were loosing blood fast.

Only being able to listen to the outside, you could hear the commotion calm down within minutes before your old man walked in. “Get up. Your future UA teachers will be here in five minutes. Put your jacket around your waist.” He threw it at you as you picked yourself up. “Don’t speak unless you’re told to. Got it?” He asked as you slowly nodded, trying to pull yourself together and wipe the tear marks away before two men stepped through the door.

One had black hair and a man bun, and the other had long blonde hair that he kept down. You recognized them immediately. Radio sensation, UA teacher and pro hero Present Mic with his husband Eraserhead, who was a UA teacher and a low key pro hero as well.

“Ahh, Shiro! We’ve heard so much about you! Hello!” Present Mic came to shake my head as you shook his, still shaking as Aizawa looked at my bruise. “Ahh, I… fell.” You hesitated, laughing as the two smiled nervously. These two worked with kids… so could they sense your fear. Could they help you?

“Um, let’s sit. Of course you were recommended, but I’d love to see your quirk in more action.” Aizawa motioned to your father’s couch as you all began to walk over there. But in the moment, your jacket fell off your waist, showing your crisped and bloody t-shirt from your father earlier. You could see the burn mark of a hand print even. “Oh my god! Shiro dear!” Present Mic got up to help you before you pushed him away gently. “I fell earlier! If you’ll excuse me I’ll just be a minute!” You rushed out of the room, leaving the jacket on the floor as you grabbed your backpack and sprinted out. You had to get out of the there, to take a break from your father.

You didn’t care if it ruined your shots at UA or gave you a bad reputation with your teachers early on. You refused to sit there and bleed while they talked about your future.

As you were waiting for the bathroom, you looked outside to see the League of Villains within the forest. Without thinking, you ran outside and into the forest after them. You didn’t know why, but it felt like destiny was calling you. That was, until you saw Best Jeanist sneaking up on one of the members.

He had black pointy hair and wore a cloak-like jacket that was also black. Very emo. Slipping on your mask and hoodie before anyone could spot you, you snuck up behind him. Just as Best Jeanist was about to attack and spit cloth strings around Dabi, you tapped your foot, sending ice to Best Jeanist to freeze him like an ice cube.

“Look out!” You screamed as he turned around to see the frozen pro. “Huh.” He whispered to himself, before turning to face you. With a clear view of you, he could see the red gas mask and knew that you were the one who the news networks had been talking about non-stop. The lonesome villain with a fantastic kill list. But… then he looked closer. He saw how on your hip was burnt to a crisp from someone’s hand, the bruise on your one eye, your bright white hair, and… the bright blue eye. After adding everything together, he realized something.

“Shiro.” He whispered in shock, before you feel to your knees due to dizziness.

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ibijau · 4 years

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Wen Qing Lives

It’s incomplete still and I low-key hate how I’ve written it (honestly, I’m taking criticism... so much...) but heyyy

also this is firmly CQL/The untamed rather than based on the novel

“What about the others?” Wen Qing asks when Jin Guanshang is done speaking. “Are you going to release them?”

The man shrugs, but it’s clear he expected that question or he’d be angry at her for asking it.

“They don’t interest me. They can return to Yiling for all I care.”

“Even my brother?”

Jin Guanshang’s face hardens into an expression too cruel to be called a smile.

“How could I release my son’s murderer? But he would stay here, like you. Unharmed. I’m sure I can find some use for him.”

Wen Qing nods, once. Of course they’ll find a use for A-Ning. He is a good hostage, something to use against her should she refuse to hold her end of the bargain. A good threat to use against Wei Wuxian too, and so is she. Speaking of which…

“There won’t be retaliations against Wei Wuxian,” she demands.

“If you behave, there won’t be any more deaths,” Jin Guanshang promises. He’s probably the most dishonest man Wen Qing has ever met but he wants her knowledge. She survived Wen Ruohan. She can survive another tyrant, and make sure her family does too. It’s all she’s ever done with her life.

It was nice to have that year in Yiling, those precious months of… of what, anyway? Happiness ? Wen Qing isn’t sure it ever got to that, not with the constant threat of the cultivation world, the fear that Wei Wuxian wouldn’t always be enough to protect them, the lack of food and money. But if it wasn’t happiness, it was the nearest thing to it that she’s had since she was a child. Things were good in Yiling.

Maybe they’ll be good again, for those who are going back there. Wei Wuxian won’t let any harm come to them. Maybe they can be happy, even if Wen Qing couldn’t.

She takes the deal.

She’s always been too willing to give everything for her family, she hears Wen Ruohan whisper into her ear. But his family is dead and hers is alive still, so clearly she’s made some right choices along the way.

......

Long ago, Wen Qing’s first impression of Xue Yang was that he’d been too young, too small, too fragile for whatever was going on with Wen Ruohan’s plans.

Her second impression, after seeing that smile he had, was that this child would stab her in the back if given the chance, not because she was a threat, but just because he might get bored someday.

Now that they’re meeting again in Carp Tower, her third impression is that it’s not her he’ll be thinking about when he stabs. This boy holds more resentful energies than Wei Wuxian did on his darkest days, but rather than to fight it he delights in that darkness within him.

He’s clever, though. Impossibly clever. Wen Qing has not often had the chance to speak on equal footing with another cultivator, but Xue Yang listens when she speaks and he understands. Talking to him feels almost like talking to Wei Wuxian sometimes. They even look somewhat alike, she tells herself when she feels nostalgic. If she weren’t so pragmatic, if Xue Yang weren’t such a sadistic little shit, she could be tempted to pretend she’s back in that cave in Yiling.

“Wonder how close to death we have to get them,” Xue Yang will say some days, before proceeding to torture whatever poor soul they were given to experiment on. “Mistress Wen, lend me your toys and take notes.”

She hates him as fiercely as she hates Jin Guangshan. Xue Yang knows this, and keeps asking for her assistance in his experiment. If she tries to give his victims something to ease their pain, he complains she’s ruining his results. Jin Guangshan has personally come to remind her that she must choose who will suffer between her family and those strangers.

Every day that she works with Xue Yang, she must make that choice again. She thinks of Wen Ning’s smile, Wen Yuan’s laughter, all those people whose lives depend on her. It’s selfish, but every time she chooses them. She knows it amuses Xue Yang to no end.

She’s never wanted to kill someone before. She does now. Xue Yang and Jin Guangshan die a thousand deaths in her dreams.

But the worst thing about Xue Yang is never the torture and madness.

The worst is those other days, the ones when he is just a frightfully clever boy who chats with her about demonic cultivation and medicine and whatever else he’s taking an interest in at the moment. It’s hard to fully hate someone who is excitedly explaining to you how different candies are made. It always brings Wen Qing back to her first impression: Xue Yang is too young for everything that is happening here.

And even though she knows this is probably part of whatever sick game that boy is playing with her, she pities him. She can’t help it. He reminds her too much of Wen Ning when he gets excited about something innocent.

She’s been here for over a year, and they haven’t let her see Wen Ning once. Not until some of her research brings results, Jin Guangshan said.

She hates him. She hates them.

But she keeps working. For her family, there’s nothing she won’t do.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Xue Yang says one morning as the guard closes the door behind Wen Qing. “Took some effort to get that old fart to agree, but I thought you deserved a treat.”

Wen Qing tenses immediately. It’s been two years. She knows what sort of things to expect from Xue Yang when he speaks of surprises with a smile like that.

“Don’t bother,” she says coldly. “Let’s just get to work. What do you need from me today?”

“You’re going to help me test something,” Xue Yang replies in a singing voice, his smirk widening.

Wen Qing has never seen him this excited about anything and it scares her more than she’ll admit. She fights to keep her expression neutral, but she can’t help glancing at Xue Yang’s work table. There’s a body there, covered by a sheet from head to toe. What new madness has that boy invented?

“Come closer, Mistress Wen!” he beckons her. “You need to be nearer for this.”

She obeys, against her will. What choice is there? She is in control when alone in her cell, but here in Xue Yang’s laboratory, he makes the rules.

When he deems her close enough, Xue Yang lifts the sheet from that body’s head.

Wen Qing screams.

They’ve let Xue Yang experiment on her brother.

Wen Ning doesn’t react to her scream even though his eyes are open. He only placidly turns his head to look at her when she shakes him, his eyes entirely black, his face showing no recognition.

From the corner of her eye, she spots Xue Yang taking notes, a greedy smirk on his lips.

“Jin Guangshan said he’d be unharmed,” Wen Qing hisses.

“And you believed him?” Xue Yang taunts her. “Besides, he’s not harmed. What’s dead can’t feel pain, right? And no damage can’t be repaired. I know. I tested for that too.”

She glares at him, her fists clenched around the chains that cover her brother’s body. Xue Yang keeps smiling like a tiger waiting to pounce. She knows what her next question should be. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“I know what you’re wondering,” Xue Yang says when the silence stretches too long. “Why don’t you ask, Mistress Wen? I know you're wondering how much he lied to you. Maybe I’ll be nice. Maybe I’ll answer.”

Wen Qing bites her lip. She doesn’t need to ask, and he doesn’t need to say. One look at him says it all. He wouldn’t be that excited, that giddy if he didn’t have some more horror in store for her.

She won’t give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud.

Wen Qing rushes to the door and into the corridor, demanding to be taken back to her cell. Behind her, Xue Yang is laughing.

For an entire week, Wen Qing refuses to leave her cell and work with Xue Yang. She has no reason to do it now. Her brother has been turned into a mindless puppet. Her family is dead. Wei Wuxian too must be dead, or he would have razed Carp Tower to the ground.

She was ready to die two years ago.

She’s ready to die now.

She doesn't even get to die.

They don't force her to work with Xue Yang again. When Jin Guangshan comes to check on her own work, it's clear he's annoyed at his demonic cultivator for letting her know too much. That little bastard forgot that they also want her knowledge, her cooperation, that Wen Qing is a tool as valuable as he is, albeit in a different way.

Or perhaps Xue Yang knew. Perhaps he was trying to help her by letting her know the truth. It sounds like something he'd mistake for kindness. Either way, she's grateful.

Now she knows for sure that her new master is no better than the last.

She knows, also, that they haven't killed her brother, and she negotiates to see him daily. Jin Guangshan, perhaps worried she'll let herself die, grants it.

She can't do anything for Wen Ning. He doesn't react to her presence. Just another puppet. It doesn't matter. Wen Qing sees him every day, brushes his hair, and whispers promises.

She'll get them both out of this place.

#Wen Qing #Jin Guangshan #xue yang #the untamed #wen ning #mdzs #jau writes #I find wq's voice and mood difficult to capture ahah #in the novel she is fierce and so angry #but in cql she feels more resigned to being without control so #I don't know how to write her ahah #wip

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fretishe · 5 years

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Calling me adorable won’t get you anywhere

Characters: Poe Dameron, Jessika Pava, Temmin “Snap” Wexley (mentioned), Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 2,715

Summary: Reader has a big crush on Poe but doesn't believe he likes them back. A party on D'Qar might change Reader's mind...

A/N: honestly i have no idea what's going on or why i actually have ideas and why i'm satisfied with what i write (and why it's more than my usual 1000-word short stories lol). anyway,, i hope it's enjoyable, just some fluff, and also based on a prompt i got AGES ago about a story with drunk poe (though poe isn't super drunk or really acts like it, idk, this just happened ok). reader is gender-neutral, as usual (i hope lol). not really proof-read because i never do that, sorry

You were late to the party that was going on in the cantina of the Resistance-base on D’Qar. Not that you minded, you preferred it to be alone and focus on yourself, your thoughts, your body and what you needed instead of talking to loud – and drunk – people, who were trying to ignore the war that disrupted the galaxy for just one night. You didn’t blame them, but it wasn’t your style. Not at all.

You never took a liking to alcohol or the hot and smelly air in a way too tight room while being captured between sweaty bodies that tried to dance – though most of them rather looked like they were having some sort of seizure. But again, you didn’t blame them. You understood that everyone on this base had a different style to let loose and relax for once. Yours just didn’t match up with most of them.

Instead of showing up early – or on time – you decided to head to the training rooms. They were empty for once, and you could hear every movement you made and every breath you took. It was exhilarating for you, really. You liked to stay fit, some anxious part in the back of your mind always reminded you that there could be a time you needed to lift a whole body over your shoulder or run away from … whatever was so fast that you needed to train your running speed. It was a habit that you developed after the time you spent with the Resistance.

Right now, though, you were somewhere else. Not in the training rooms, not anymore at least. After you took a quick shower you eventually decided to attend the party – for a small while at least, just to show you were there and did belong to your comrades and friends. D’Qar’s air was cool but still heavy from the high temperatures of the day. You liked it. It reminded you of a summer you once spent with your friends on your home-planet. That was before the war broke out and you joined the Resistance. You sighed. Those were good times.

The muffled noises that came from the cantina did not compare to what you experienced inside. It was so loud; you almost couldn’t hear your own thoughts. But across the room you spotted your friend Jess, and it seemed she spotted your as well, because she sloppily walked toward you, trying to stay on her feet and not fall into a group of people. You smiled at her. She looked happy.

“Heyyy,” she screamed at you and smiled brightly, slightly swaying as she stood in front of you, a glass of something – probably strong – in her right hand.

“How’s the party,” you asked and nodded around you. It seemed everyone was in a good mood but there was always the possibility of some drama happening right now.

“It’s fiiine,” Jess reassured, “but it’s better now that you’re here.”

“Sure,” you chuckled, “that is because I’m the life the party, right? Always drinking and dancing and having fun with everyone.” You raised your eyebrows at her, and she pouted before breaking out in a laugh.

“Oh, you. Just shut up. We’re happy that you’re here.”

“We’re?” Your heart skipped a beat. Who did she mean? Was it -?

“Yeah, the others. Snap and the rest of the crew.”

You were disappointed even though you shouldn’t. It should warm your heart that your friends were happy to have you even though you didn’t like to party. It should make you happy that they liked you this much.

“Yeaaahh,” Jess murmured, pronouncing the word longer than it should’ve been, “I’m sure Poe is happy to see you here, too, by the way.”

She grinned at you and you knew you shouldn’t have told her about your crush.

“Stop it,” you hit her left arm – careful to not make her sway any more than she was already – and laughed it off, “it’s nothing.”

“Nothing, mhm.”

She didn’t believe it. She didn’t have reason to. You “heart-eyes” as she called them were obvious for even blind people, she said once, and she just waited for you to make a move, reassuring you that Poe did in fact like you as well. You were pretty sure he liked you, yeah, but only as a friend. Nothing more, but at least nothing less.

Jess looked over her shoulder and frowned.

“He’s pretty drunk, you know.”

“Who?”

“Poe?”

You nodded.

“Okay, why?”

“Why – “ you flinched at the loudness of her voice “- because he’s sad, that’s why.”

“Why would he be sad? His last mission was a victory.”

She shot you a look – because why would you know about his last mission if you weren’t into him and totally tried to stalk him – and continued.

“Uuuuh – maybe because you flirted with that cute mechanic, you genius.”

You opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, before blinking a few times. Your gazed hushed back and forth between Jess and Poe – drinking, yelling something and swaying dangerously.

“I didn’t flirt with the mechanic guy.”

“Well, it looked like you did.”

“I was just being nice.”

Jess took a sip of her drink and shrugged her shoulders.

“Look, go talk to him. Maybe. I don’t know, but I really want to get back to the party.”

“Yeah, ok.”

She left you, but then turned around to give you a look.

“You’re such a downer lately, you know that? You really need to get some d- “

“Force, stop it, Jess!”

She left, giggling to herself and you were alone again.

Should you talk to him, just as Jess suggested? Probably not, right? I wasn’t a good idea. It was a drunk idea, that’s it. Nothing more. You sighed. But you did want to talk to him. If you really were the reason for Poe drinking too much you felt guilty and wanted to make things right. And if he really … if he really liked you, you wanted to know. You balled your fists in an attempt to concentrate and closed your eyes. Everything around you was loud and you wanted it to stop and just think for a moment. You nodded at yourself, eyes still closed, and decided today was the night you’d confront your feelings and try to talk some sense into your life.

Feeling a rush of bravery, you opened your eyes and started walking towards were you last saw Poe. He wasn’t there anymore, and you slowed down before you walked right into someone. You looked up and your eyes widened.

Poe Dameron.

Of course.

“H- hi!”

He smiled at you and you tried to put some distance between the two of you – you walked directly into him, directly into his strong chest and you tried to think about everything else but his body was probably pretty toned and sexy and –

“Hey, Y/N, it’s nice to see you here.”

You mind was blank, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Yeah, that’s … that’s cool – “ you wanted to hit yourself “- how’s it going, buddy?”

Buddy? You wanted to die. You felt the heat crawl into your cheeks at the – so, so stupid – way you called your crush.

For a moment Poe seemed surprised, his smile faltered for just a split-second, but he quickly caught himself and offered you the drink he was holding in his hand.

“It’s fine. Could be better.”

You took the drink, not intending to drink from it, but you couldn’t say no to anything Poe Dameron offered.

“What’s wrong,” you asked, hoping it would be the exact thing Jess said that was wrong, but also hoping it was something entirely different. Your bravery left you and you knew you weren’t ready for this kind of talk.

Something sparkled in Poe’s eyes and you weren’t sure what it was. Suddenly he held up his finger, as if an idea struck him.

“You can’t tell anybody,” he said.

You nodded and looked around.

“Someone might hear it, though.”

Now it was Poe’s turn to nod.

“You’re right –“ he offered you his hand, and after a moment of hesitation you took it (and it felt good) “- let’s get out of here.”

You left the hot cantina right behind him and the cool night air welcomed you once more. You took a deep breath – to calm your nerves and to get the heat out of your face. You turned to Poe, looking at him and didn’t miss the way he softly looked at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“So? What’s it? What’s the big secret?”

You tried to sound happy, maybe a little bit humorous even.

Poe looked at you and took a deep breath.

“There is someone I like,” he said, and your eyes widened. Was Jess right? Did he … like you?

“Okay,” was all you could say, and you hoped he would go on, maybe elaborate and tell you that it definitely wasn’t you. Or maybe tell you that it was you. You didn’t know, you were confused.

He sighed happily, looking up into the sky – probably at the stars – and you followed his gaze.

“This person is beautiful. Very funny.” He stopped and closed his eyes. “Very distracting.”

So it wasn’t you, you thought. You wouldn’t describe yourself as particularly funny, or beautiful or even distracting. You did your best to conceal the disappointment that crossed your face.

“And a little bit awkward at times,” you stared at him, relieved that his eyes were still closed, and he didn’t see your reaction.

Awkward? He could be talking about you. You were definitely awkward.

“But it’s cute,” he added, and you swallowed hard. Your palms were sweating, and you were nervous

He opened his eyes and looked at you.

“This person sounds … very nice.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you walked in silence, no destination in mind. You absent-mindedly stroked your fingers along the wall you were walking next to and contemplated what you should say. You weren’t good at holding up conversations, not matter how hard you tried.

“How do you feel now,” you finally asked, “I mean … drunk-wise.”

Poe laughed.

“I’m fine. The air did me good.”

You huffed a laugh.

“Yeah, me too.”

He looked at you.

“But you aren’t drunk.”

You panicked.

“Oh, yeah, no … I – no. I … it was just very hot in there.”

Poe didn’t answer but he seemed satisfied with your answer. Or he decided you were too awkward to talk to you.

“Soo,” you murmured, “have you tried to … talk to this person?”

He stopped walking, and so did you, looking up at him and hoping – praying – that he would say something that helped you figuring out who he was talking about. His gaze flickered towards your lips – and a tight knot of nervousness formed in your belly – before he looked right into your eyes.

“I am.”

“You – what?”

He licked his lips, looking away from you for a split-second before his gaze focused on you again.

“You,” he said, and you stared at him in confusion, not sure if you understood what he was saying. Did he really -?

“Me?”

He nodded.

“You’re the person.”

His voice was low, almost a whisper but you understood him perfectly. It was you. He liked you.

“Oh,” you said, “that’s … nice.”

You smiled fondly and closed your eyes, pressing your lips together to gain the courage to go on.

“I … I like you, too,” you finally admitted, and Poe’s smile seemed to light up the whole night.

His right hand moved up, coming up right before your face and stopped there. Hesitation.

“Is this -?”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again you felt yourself loosing yourself in them.

“Fuck it,” he finally said before his lips crashed into yours. You let out a noise of surprise when his warm lips moved over yours. Yours eyes fluttered shut and – as if they had a mind of themselves – your hands draped themselves around Poe’s neck, while his right hand – the one that was dangling in the air without purpose just a few heartbeats before – moved to your cheek. You felt his other hand on your hip, squeezing you and moving you closer to him. You were very aware of his touch, his hands seemed to burn on your skin, but you didn’t want it to stop.

When you finally pulled apart you were both breathing heavily, and you could feel his hot breath on your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and you didn’t dare to open your eyes, fearing that this was a fantasy, or a dream or that you would see regret in his eyes.

You heard him laugh, softly, and felt the vibrations from it at the parts your bodies touched.

“You know, you can open your eyes when we stop kissing.”

You smiled, and carefully – as if not to scare this fantasy that you were living away – you opened them, looking up, right into Poe’s eyes and a part of you wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. But you didn’t. You just kept looking into Poe’s dark eyes, and felt your fingers play with the dark hair at the nape of his neck. You smiled at him; your eyes soft.

“Who says we have to stop?”

He laughs, and again it felt wonderful for you, before he turned down to you and closed the distance between your lips. And you closed your eyes again, blissfully taking in everything you felt.

From the way your stomach twirled every time your lips met again, to the way you felt Poe’s thumb massage your hip through the fabric of your clothing. You were sure, nothing before had felt this good.

And just when you thought this moment, this night, couldn’t get any better, you felt Poe’s hand leave your cheek and coming to rest on your neck. His arm slung around your waist and you were closer to him than before. Even though – just a few seconds ago – you were sure you couldn’t get any closer to him.

You felt yourself getting hot, hotter than you were when you were training just an hour ago, and you couldn’t wait to get more. The kiss you were sharing turned passionate, even aggressive. Teeth grazing and sloppily kissing each other, Poe pushed you into the wall behind you, and the cold concrete on your back made your suck in the air, causing Poe to shudder under your touch. You didn’t break the kiss, but you smiled. That is, until he caught your lower lip between his teeth and slightly tugged on it. You felt your cheeks flush and moaned into his mouth.

“Poe …,” you murmured in between kisses and then his lips left yours, moving beside them and over your face. He peppered kisses along your lips, cheek and jawline, before coming to rest at your neck.

“Oh my –“ you whispered, and Poe stopped kissing you and for a moment you were confused. Did you do something wrong? But then you realized he was laughing.

“Force, are you –“ you had to catch your breath “- are you laughing at me?”

Poe had a hard time to stop laughing, and when he did, he still had a huge smile on his face, his eyes shining, and you were inclined to lean closer and kiss him again.

“No, it’s just – you’re so adorable.”

You pouted.

“Calling me adorable won’t get you anywhere.”

He nodded and licked his lips. You really wanted to kiss him again.

“I noticed,” he said.

“You – what?”

“I don’t think I’ve met someone as clueless as you before.”

“You weren’t exactly direct about your feelings.”

He laughed again, and you felt a smile form on your face.

“I was! I don’t know how many more signals I should’ve sent for you to notice.”

You planted a light kiss on his lips and smiled.

“I think everything turned out alright.”

“Could’ve been a little sooner if it were up to me.”

“Shut up –“ his eyes widened “- and kiss me, you idiot.”

And so he did.

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #star wars #star wars fanfic #reader insert #it's some fluff #!!

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heyyy so I'm going to my very first concert and it's shawn in Brooklyn. I'm sure theres a time to get to the venue, do you knoow how early is too early? are the water bottles and merch all out side the arena? I can't imagine what it's gonna be like, since I've never gone to a concert and I'm a bit nervous, between the people and the excitement, I wanted to ask what the experience is like

Holy shit that is so incredible. You are going to have the bestestttttttt time I swear. No matter what. So a lot of it depends on whether you have VIP or not. I did so I got there at around 1pm to get to the front of the line for that. We didn’t end up getting inside until about 4pm.

If you don’t have VIP my understanding is that doors typically open around 6:30. If you’re not a person who cares about wanting to be there early than you can show up like thirty minutes beforehand or something like that. Whatever makes you comfortable. I’m a person who enjoys the entire experience, so I don’t mind waiting around for 3 or 4 hours. There isn’t really a time that’s too early cause they’re not really gonna turn you away from sitting outside tbh. For my show that did set up a merch booth outside but I was in line for VIP so I didn’t go there. You can do either, or. You can merch before the show or you can get it after. Honestly lines are pretty horrid regardless so I think it really comes down to preference and whether you want to hang around after the show. The water bottles are in the arena. I think they might change where they’re at for each show but I honestly don’t know. Those are first come first serve immediately at 6:30, so I will say that VIP has the best chances of snatching those up.

those are the nitty gritty details but like honestly...none of it will matter once the lights go down. Alessia is such a fucking performer that she might as well be headlining alongside him. You’re gonna feel the floor shake beneath your feet and you’re gonna feel the base of the music in your chest. You’re gonna feel the happiness and excitement of every person around you. It is the most beautiful thing I could ever describe. It’s such an amazing experience. And Shawn will blow you away. The way he feels the music and the way he gives himself over, to just trust the space that he’s in and trust his own performance? It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how to describe it but I just felt like I was home. You’re going to have the time of your life. You’ll lose your voice. You’ll wanna run ten miles and sleep for ten days simultaneously afterwards. It’ll be great. I swear!!! I hope this helps tbh. And have the BEST FUCKING TIME.

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HEYYY it’s Jinx back at it again with another character, this is Marlene McKinnon and I’m happy to play her here!!

SOFIA BLACK D'ELIA? No, that’s actually MARLENE MCKINNON from the MARAUDERS ERA. You know, the child of STEVEN MCKINNON and ARIELLA SELWYN? About to begin SEVENTH YEAR, this RAVENCLAW student is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be DOGMATIC, ARGUMENTATIVE, and STUBBORN but also ADROIT, PROGRESSIVE, and LOYAL. — &&. ( JINX, PST, SHE/HER, 22 )

MORE PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ curious, confident, stable, strategic

- loud, pompous, brash, domineering

Growing up the youngest out of three, the only girl, in a conservative Jewish Pureblood family was what Marlene knew. She had a happy childhood, easily, but one that was extremely sheltered. So much so, she wasn’t aware that muggles really existed ( despite having a few in her family tree – which is why she’s Jewish ). Having a family that was perfectly nice, perfectly happy with each other and encouraging of Marlene’s curiosity to an extent was perfectly nice. She read every book she could get her hands on in their cottage by the sea in Eastborn. She explored the beaches, the grounds, people watched from afar. She dressed up for Pureblood parties and fucked around with James Potter at them, already over everyone being so cordial and prim. Her brothers and her loved each other, Andrew the oldest was Quidditch obsessed and Michael the middle boy was an artist. Her life before Hogwarts was like clockwork, the cogs in the machine were moving perfectly and Marlene grew tired of it. She made trouble by asking question after question, none of which were really answered by her parents. The books weren’t enough, she’d read them a few times over. The countryside was beautiful but she wondered was was beyond the sea line. Infinitely curious, Marlene wanted to know more, craved to know more and when getting to Hogwarts – she was sorted into Ravenclaw for this very reason.

Marlene was angry when she realized how much her parents had hid from her. How much they’d neglected to tell her. How much they had limited her. If there was anything she realized she hated, it was not knowing, so she absorbed all the information she could from possibly everyone she could. After she saw the prejudice towards muggles, muggleborns & halfbloods a fury was born. How could they not tell her what the world was actually like, warts and all? How could they not tell her the world was not just friday night dinners, books, neutrality and quietness? Marlene, who came to Hogwarts questioning, loud, and observant went home questioning, loud and furious. How could you! How could you not do something about what was happening in the world! How could you not tell me how fantastic muggles were! Her parents had no answers simply because they were just ignorant. Marlene refused to act like things were okay when they weren’t, she refused to stand still look pretty for her parents at pureblood events, to be anything but a storm when there were women & people around her she saw were so oppressed – that became her rebellion. Her disconnect from them. She took it too far, it was an extreme but she needed to be what she was to pave a path. It was something she knew she had to do and it was how Marlene McKinnon, the BURNING comet kerosene sapphire girl was born.

There was so much she had to make up for, and so much she was willing to learn. Her muggleborn friends were promptly questioned about their lives, her halfblood ones too. Anyone who dared to hurt them or hurl insults at them – Marlene didn’t allow. She shot off at the mouth, easy, at the bigots she seemed to find so many of. BLOOD TRAITOR, she wore the label proud because she was standing up for what she believed in. Marlene would spend time learning how to duel, perfecting her technique, doing her schoolwork and receiving near perfect grades, drinking copious amounts of coffee because she loved it but also because it helped her to keep on going. Marlene was rude, but fun, and sometimes you had to tip toe around her. Mold to HER. She demanded presence, and that’s what was rebellious about her – she was a different kind of woman than the one she should’ve become based how she was raised, a huge feminist, she made people apologize to her first and she wouldn’t dare swallow her pride. Marlene was determined, would go around picking fights because she could and thought that pureblood bigots in particular needed to be knocked off their pedestal ( maybe just so she could stand on it – or help other women, other oppressed people do so ), she never hid that she loved girls and boys be damned what anyone else thought. That’s why she was rebellious, not because she partied, did drugs ( which, was limited to pot due to Qudditch and now underground rebel group ), and other various other things. She chained smoked off the ledge of the Astronomy Tower when she needed to stop and gain some clarity.

While some of her housemates lived in shades of grey, she didn’t, in fact, she quite resented it having the sort of black and white mentality she has. But, she could enjoy the challenge because she always needs a challenge. Marlene feels the only way she’ll learn, truly learn and at all understand this war is if she makes things harder on herself. She wants to see the grey, but there isn’t time for it when there’s a war based on blood status brewing around her. Even if she neglects to make proper boundaries, even if she neglects so much, this is who she is, it’s who she has to be. It’s the only way she feels she can make up for her own blood in a sense, for her own privilege as well as protect her friends – by making herself a target of sorts. It’s odd because with this combination you’d think that she would be somewhat lost in the world, it seems like she gives so much to her friends but really, she’s not at all lost in it which is something a lot of people her age can’t say. With this, Marlene has cultivated a strong sense of self – she is true. You can never say that you do not know who Marlene McKinnon is, but more importantly, she never strays from being herself.

OTHER IMPORTANT POINTS:

marlene is a little shit, sarcastic, loud, an excellent dueler but more likely to punch you in the face first than hex you.

CHARACTER INSPO: Ben Wyatt from Parks and Rec, Dee from IASIP, Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton the Musical, Veronica Mars from Veronica Mars, House from House.

is in love with muggle shit. muggle EVERYTHING. muggle ANYTHING. MUGGLES.

is not one too ever apologize really, and if she does it’s because she knows she’s fucked up

honestly will fight you and your ignorant ass mother and denounce your entire family & their ancestors and will not hesitate to insult bc NO CHILL

a big fan of the holyhead harpies

beater for ravenclaw ( i hc the captain too ) and honestly loves quidditch

loves languages and wishes she could travel the fucking world

tbh even tho she’ll physically fight you she’s pretty bad at it SO she’s probs had her ASS BEAT LOL

is a big big ass nerd i s2g, loves the hobbit, her brother calls her a hobbit

her middle brother is gay, her oldest is straight and they’ve jokes that marlene is RIGHT in the middle

got more into judaism from other muggle jewish students, another reason she’s so !!!!! about fighting because this is very much reminding her of the holocaust bc it is genocide what voldy is advocating and she is ready to fight. never again. never again.

though she is jewish she’s been breaking so many rules while at hogwarts but definitely keeps kosher at home.

in the future in the order, i see marlene being a strategist, she is observant and able to read people well if she tries and she’s able to assess strengths and weaknesses. her brain moves a million miles a minute and she’s able to see ninety scenarios before they happen, so it makes her a good strategist. she’s a very good dueler too but she’s got an excellent brain that’s often overshadowed by her ….. fucking loud ass mouth

oh yeah SHES GOT A FUCKING LOUD ASS MOUTH I SWEAR TO GDOjgfihowg

also, marlene is on the asexual spectrum?? i would say she’s demisexual tbh, but she’s very sex positive. she’s just not obsessed with sex or trying to get laid or anything.

#eras intro #this is marlene!!!#( about. )#im not in the greatest mood so im going but here <3 #ill answer messages soon and try to do some replies

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:3c mirsan and kagsan? 💕💕

of COURSE jenny my sweet devil 💖💖💖

who is more likely to hurt the other?

mirsan: I think if we’re talking during the series, Miroku’s flirting and gags really start to wear Sango down and she can’t help but feel hurt. By the time they’re married though, I headcanon Sango has moments where she shuts down or her trauma takes hold of her and it causes her to act in ways that hurt Miroku, but they talk about it and realize where she’s coming from and work through it

kagsan: I can see Sango doing the same thing above with Kagome! It’s in Kagome’s nature and heart to want to help someone no matter what, and I think it might come off sometimes as overbearing and if Sango is in a certain mindset she may not be ready for that, but Kagome would eventually understand. BUT you know what I would have loved loved loved to see? When Kagome and Sango first use the hot springs together and Kagome hesitantly tells Sango she’s the reason why the jewel shattered, I wanted to see Sango react with something other than mild shock for half a second. It could have been really amazing to see them work through that together, especially considering what happens to Kohaku that same episode/chapter!!

more under the cut~

who is emotionally stronger?

mirsan: This is kind of tricky to think about?! I think Sango wears her emotions on her sleeve but there is a strength in being your authentic self and not hiding how you feel. But Miroku on the other hand is much more apt to keeping things below the surface and showing calmness and control, even if he is bubbling up underneath with anger or sadness or something else. I think he can prevent cracking under a difficult situation more easily, but I also believe that what Sango has lived through has made her immensely strong and I don’t think that’s undone by crying and showing those emotions sometimes!

kagsan: I think Kagome has a special gift of being able to carry on despite feeling intense emotions, and so while Sango might be overcome and feel like giving up, Kagome is driven to continue despite the odds, and that takes incredible emotional strength.

who is physically stronger?

mirsan: 💪 SANGO 💪

kagsan: 💪 SANGO 💪

who is more likely to break a bone?

mirsan: HAHA well….. they both have a complete and total disregard for their wellbeing when their loved ones are in danger but…. if I’m remembering correctly, every time Miroku was incapacitated in canon it was because of sucking up too many bees or miasma, or maybe he got cut here and there, and for Sango it was always from physical injury, including being hit by hiraikotsu or thrown from Kirara etc, so I’m gonna say Sango!!

kagsan: again, Sango!! I think Kagome’s physical injuries were limited to acid burns or cuts and whatnot, and either way Sango is reckless enough to end up badly hurt for Kagome’s sake imo

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

mirsan: LOL ummm Miroku might make the occasional ignorant/misinformed comment here and there, but I think Sango knows how to Read Him and incinerate his entire life

kagsan: AND YET remember in “Only You, Sango” when Kagome EVISCERATED Miroku with that speech about how much better Kuranosuke was than him? mmmmm Yeah she knows how 2 fucking use her Words to end a life

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument?

mirsan: Definitely Miroku!!! He is NOT one to drag something out, just picture him chasing Sango around in the catfish episode lmao. SANGOOOO SANGO HEYYY WAIT—

kagsan: Oh my god lol they’d both apologize at the same time and blush and then argue why its their fault and not the fault of the other person, I genuinely don’t think either one would ever spend more time than necessary brooding after a fight!!

who treats who’s wounds more often?

mirsan: Mmmm I’d say it’s pretty even (see previously: how fucking reckless they both are and therefore prone to injury)! Then again a lot of the time when Miroku is injured it’s a matter of waiting and watching as the poison passes through his system. But in a world where Sango grows up to be the leader of the rebuilt taijiya village, I think Miroku would spend plenty of time massaging out any knots and treating any injuries sustained from a day of heavy training ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

kagsan: Kagome treats Sango’s wounds with her handy dandy futuristic medical kit!! She frets and frets over how hurt Sango gets but Sango is usually waving it off with a blush 😊

who is in constant need of comfort?

mirsan: Sango. The trauma she has gone through doesn’t disappear just because Naraku is gone and Kohaku is back, and sometimes it becomes too much to bear and she needs to be loved and soothed and reminded that it’s okay and will continue to be okay.

kagsan: Same answer as above. The moment from the stolen tessaiga arc where Kagome holds her and strokes her hair is far from the only time she does this for Sango, I think.

who gets more jealous?

mirsan: SANGO

kagsan: o my god….. fuk…… I’m… gonna say Sango again but just BARELY lmao, if only because Sango doesn’t really hide it very well whereas I think Kagome kind of does?

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

mirsan: WHY WOULD U MAKE ME THINK OF THIS!!! I’m not gonna answer this in the way I think this question is phrased (aka who would leave the relationship) but instead, based on how Miroku has left Sango for the sake of her safety re: inside Naraku when he fears the kazaana is just about at its limit and could swallow him and anyone around him at a moment’s notice, I’m gonna say Miroku. He would do what he had to do to keep her out of harm’s way, even if it meant leaving her side. I also think Sango is at her core someone who is loyal and stands by others and I don’t see her leaving anyone unless that person really, truly hurt her and betrayed her.

kagsan: okay even though I just said Sango is loyal and wouldn’t leave someone, I think if she thought she was a burden to Kagome or that she brought nothing but trouble for her (again with the stolen tessaiga arc), Sango might try to leave to spare her. But Kagome is Kagome and therefore if there’s one thing she would want, it’s to stay by her side no matter what.

who will propose?

mirsan: Mirokuuuuu huehuehuee

kagsan: KAGOME! I think she’s much more romantically inclined and outgoing compared to Sango, so she’d def pop the question first 💍

who has the most difficult parents?

mirsan: LOL uhhh well we know nothing about their one of their mothers, but Miroku’s dad went off and left Miroku with a drunk uncle for like his entire life and meanwhile Sango’s dad is the head of the village and trained his two children to be able to kill giant centipedes and spider demons, so I’m gonna go with Sango’s

kagsan: Man again, Sango’s dad is already intimidating enough but compared to how lax and cool Kagome’s mom is with her daughter just doing as she pleases and hopping down into a well to fight demons in the past, Sango’s dad is practically a drill seargant

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

mirsan: Miroku x9348502 he is all about physical intimacy and loves little romantic gestures that make Sango blush!!

kagsan: lmao Kagome is so bubbly and outgoing, again I think she’d initiate the physical intimacy over Sango out in public and her girl would just be beet red

who comes up for the other all the time?

mirsan: What does this even mean…. What…. Like who thinks of who more? Lmao I have no idea how to interpret this question so uh, I think Miroku can’t shut up about Sango and she always comes up in conversation, he also can’t shut up about his babies, he’s like Maes Hughs when it comes to gushing about his family tbh????

kagsan: KAGOME IS THE SAME WAY lmao she is always gushing about Sango. “Did you see Sango just throttle Inuyasha during sparring? o my god and the way she lifted him and threw him over the fence? I saw stars 😍😍😍“

who hogs the blankets?

mirsan: Sango is a total blanket hog and Miroku lays there with a pathetic “why me” face while he is forced to lay there freezing because is he going to wake up his wife and ask her to share? of course not.

kagsan: Sango IS Kagome’s blanket, u fool. u absolute fool!!!

who gets more sad?

mirsan: Sango, re: complex trauma and the tendency to let her emotions pour out.

kagsan: Same as above, but Kagome’s empathy makes it difficult for her not to come right down to where Sango’s at in the moment

who is better at cheering the other up?

mirsan: Miroku 100%. His main defense mechanism, I think, is humor; he can artfully use that to turn a situation around and earn a smile from Sango, but he is also great at instilling hope and reminding her that she can do what she feels she cannot

kagsan: Kagome’s positivity is so contagious, it’s hard for Sango to remain sad sometimes when Kagome is there, always cheering her on!

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

mirsan: Sango!! Miroku is always being a silly lil idiot lmao

kagsan: hmmmm I think Kagome, mostly because I remember her popping out of the bushes in “Only You, Sango” and doing that to Miroku after she scared him half to death lmao

who is more streetwise?

mirsan: Miroku. I think he’s traveled around a loooot more and knows the ins and outs/the lay of the land, plus he knows how to get a free bed for the night 👀👀👀

kagsan: Sango, but I mean that’s kind of a given because Kagome isn’t even from that time period!! I love the idea of Sango teaching Kagome all about her era and the customs, since it’s likely that at her age Kagome has only just started learning about the feudal era

who is more wise?

mirsan: I think Miroku; I’m pretty sure it’s filler-y nonsense but when Sango explains the shikon jewel, one of the “four souls” is wisdom, and it shows Miroku when she says it BUT LIKE besides that, I see him as someone very in touch with old texts and scriptures and if this were a modern AU he’d definitely be in a few philosophy courses. He may not be the most virtuous monk but I still think he knows his shit!!

kagsan: I’d say Sango! Given how much she knew of the legend of Midoriko, I think she possesses some very useful, powerful wisdom (and knowledge re: demon slaying tactics and strategies). Where Kagome still appears very young mentally, Sango seems much older than just 16 and part of that is her mental age and I tie that to wisdom

who’s the shyest?

mirsan: 😳 SANGO 😳

kagsan: 😳 SANGO 😳

who boasts about the other more?

mirsan: Ok fuck I answered the earlier question wrong then. O well. Miroku never shuts the fuck up and can u blame him? He married a goddess and had three perfect children with her. I too would never shut up.

kagsan: And if you think Kagome isn’t the same way about this as Miroku is then o my god u poor thing u are so wrong, Kagome has literal heart eyes for Sango at all times and is Will Smith Introducing Jada.png in any given moment

who sits on who’s lap?

mirsan: boy….. Sango sits in his lap….. he’s a walking Blanket Fic, I can see why

kagsan: Kagome sits in Sango’s lap and is a giddy little ball of smiles the whole time!!!

#inuyasha #mirsan #kagsan #miroku #sango #kagome #ask meme #jenny saved my soul by sending me these two top tier ships #ask

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Hi! 💙 I hope your are doing well. Congrats on the article. The reading will probably be okay. Are you a fast or slow reader? I read rather slowly, especially if I'm enjoying what I'm reading. It sticks with me better that way, but it takes me longer to do things. 😅 My semester ends next week, then have finals period. l'm taking Summer courses tho to get ahead. I get what you mean. I don't party, but around TH and F there's a certain restlessness about some of the students to drink/part. (Pt 1)

Ugh, I hate group work. 😐 Best of luck to you. Maybe your for a decent group. Anyway, I prefer morning courses. I get up at an obnoxiously early time to attend though. I’m fine with it though because it lets me take my courses in a block with out breaks, so once I’m done, I’ll be done for the day. 😥 Probably an unpopular schedule though. Oh, so My Immortal can actually be constructive to writers. That makes sense. It’s what a writer shouldn’t ever do. About JK, I think it’s an attempt (pt 2)(pt 3) Lowkey don’t recall my train of thought..Anyway, wow, I definitely agree with your statements about Lena knowing Kara’s dual identity. Snapper knowing wouldn’t help anything, since he’s too minor a character to do anything useful with information. Lena knowing would create more depth, tension, plot possibilities etc., which is why’d it would be a shame for her to be left in the dark. Also, I feel her not knowing (or at least theorizing Kara’s supergirl) is ooc. I suppose the writers– –haven’t had an issue with that based on what they’ve done to Alex. :-/ Hmph. I’m still so annoyed about that. Partially, because I’m a SuperCorp shipper, but mainly because it’s an insult to Alex’s personality to force her to advocate on Mon El’s behalf. Who was your favorite character from S1, btw? I’d probably go with Kara, but for S2 it’s definitely Lena. Anyway, yes Lena looks so amazing in the trailer! Heh, I intended it to be a soft FMK…I was going to make it all Katie, but wasn’t–(4)–words, words, something, but wasn’t going to be that cruel to you. (Hopefully that fit with my previous thing). Smh, you’ve no qualms though do you? ;-) I’m kidding. Your answers were well thought out…even though you didn’t kill anyone. I can’t blame you though. I don’t think Red K! Kara is all that bad, but she’s definitely intimidating, so is Kate. Anyway, let’s see FMK: Lena, Morgana,and Kate… :-/ 3 M'kay, that’s hard, especially since I love them all and ship SuperCorp. (5 TBC)–words, words, something, but wasn’t going to be that cruel to you. (Hopefully that fit with my previous thing). Smh, you’ve no qualms though do you? ;-) I’m kidding. Your answers were well thought out…even though you didn’t kill anyone. I can’t blame you though. I don’t think Red K! Kara is all that bad, but she’s definitely intimidating, so is Kate. Anyway, let’s see FMK: Lena, Morgana,and Kate… :-/ 3 M'kay, that’s hard, especially since I love them all and ship SuperCorp. (5 TBC)(6) Uh, let’s see. I’m going to assume they are all brought to current times, so the 21st century. I would marry Morgana. You know what? I’d marry Morgana S1 or S5 because I’ve so many emotions for her and what she went through. I’d want her to know someone would be on (*cough* and by *cough*) her side. Also, she has magic that’s cool, but not the point. I don’t really want Supergirl to kill me or be sad. I wouldn’t kill Lena as of now; she’s not done anything wrong. Also, her company is (TBC)(8?) So, yes: M:Morgana, F: Lena, K: Kate. Hmm, I see yours and raise you: FMK: Lucy, she’s a vampire now but has some control over it | Kara Danvers, more so S1 in personality, but she’s still elects to become a reporter and encourages you | Lena, before she met Kara and is still learning to be a CEO…I guess that’s a younger!Lena? Idk. Okay, that should work. I hope you have a good day and night. Do you read comics? I don’t, but was curious if you did. U seem to know some lore. :-)

Heyyy! I’m not so sure I’m a fast or slow reader, it depends on my state of mind, if I take my meds and external interruptions. Usually I can read pretty fast if it’s something I’m interested in but I tend to miss things and have to read it again, with school things I’m the worst. I still have things from last year that I never got around to read and one of them was about superman (I miss studying cinema because we could have an entire class about superman and co and then write fanfiction of the world as an activity). We don’t have summer classes here, that sounds interesting, it’d be nice to get ahead, also it’s about to be winter here so after July we’ll get maybe a month off and then it’s back to being unresponsible adults. I’ve nothing against drinking and partying, I like drinking (parties are usually weird but sometimes it’s cool) but don’t freaking leave class to do it, go after the class, how disrespectful is it to leave the poor teacher there waiting 20 minutes to see if the rest of the class will show up or they’ll have to do with six or seven people? Also you pay over 1.000 bucks a month to study and you don’t give a shit about being in class? it’s throwing money away and it’s disrespectful to whoever is paying school, even if that someone is yourself. I’m not those kids that say you should only do what’s right and never skip class never drink or do anything because you have to study instead of throwing your life away. But school is expensive and respect is something you should have for everyone (unless someone is a jerk, because it’s not murder if the person is a jerk…jk)

I never liked studying in the mornings but it’s sort of better, however, my classes only exist at night, there is morning journalism classes, but it’s in another neighborhood and we have to cross the bridge and there’s no cool campus. I like my campus.

group projects are the worst. They end friendships, they end marriages, they end happiness, they lead to murder… it’s never fun. I always imagine that scene with the guy getting pizza and coming back to the place on fire and people bleeding, or that one from Mean Girls with the fighting over Aaron Samuels in animal style. Those are the only representations of group projects that are realistic.

I love how you just started to talk about JK, had two words in and

Honestly Alex has been so ooc this season it’s almost sad. No offense to Sanvers, but I think even that relationship is a bit ooc. Not the fact that there is a relationship but how it is being handled. Not gonna go into it cuz I don’t want to rant here. but I would ship Sanvers if they had put a bit more of effort into getting them together not ‘I don’t want a baby gay rn, so let’s be friends. PSYCHE I just got shot in the most harmless area of my entire body, let's make out!’

The same Alex that thought James wasn’t good enough for Kara and decked Maxwell Lord for existing would never make excuses for someone that is basically the dumb alien version of Lord with worse hair and more aggression and more pretending to be a #goodguy who’s just trying so hard and changed because after 9 months on earth as a grown man he decided to read a book, feed himself and clean his own mess… or pretend to clean his own mess while Kara actually does it and he just sits there and says she’s annoying because she doesn’t want to run away from her problems. (hey look, ranting… she said with surprise in her voice for some reason)

My favorite character was definitely Cat… and Kara. Both at the same time, I can’t choose between them, please don’t make me. and now it’s Lena… and still Kara even though she’s basically dead inside and that girl who cries because her boyfriend is moving away and it will destroy her life because that person she knows nothing about and met 9 months ago when he tried to kill her and has been lying to her and shoving her self-esteem down ever since is apparently the most important person in her life and she can’t live without him. he cooked her breakfast so he can’t move away and face his responsibilities, she’s the best thing he’s ever known, not person, thing. That woman in the best thing… god, this is so gross I cannot continue even to joke about this. so yeah, Kara is SUPER ooc this season, but I still love her and have faith she will recover from this terrible illness and come back to us, I miss her.

Yes! I would totally still marry Morgana even season 5 Morgana. poor thing just needs a hug and a friend to tell her she’s not a monster for being born different. I might start crying now so I’ll change topics.

Definitely Marry Kara, no questions asked. Fuck Lena because, I mean, just look at her. And Kill Lucy, my poor bby, but she’s a vampire so she has to go, control or not, ‘vegetarian’ vampires are dumb.

I do read comics, not as much as I’d like, but I also watched all of the DC cartoons (minus Legion because it looks dumb) most of Smallville and Lois & Clark and when I want to know some more I read about the storylines and all, like even when I don’t read the comic itself, I read about the comic. I won’t say I know all about everything, but I can hold my ground, I guess, I’m also not above admitting I don’t know/haven’t read enough about one subject/character and reading about that on one of the sites I trust. Also watched a lot of Marvel cartoons and most of the movies aaaand I read a lot of Marvel comics, specially Balck Widow, Hawkeye, and Young Avengers.

Did you watch any superhero cartoons? They were a pretty big deal in the 90′s and early 2000′s.

Hope you have a great day and night 💙😊

#answered asks #💙

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