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obx-imagines-07 · 4 years

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You Deserve to Be Loved - Part 1

READ PART 2 - HERE

JJ Maybank x Fem!Kook!Reader - Platonic!John B Routledge x Fem!Kook!Reader

Universe: Outer Banks

Type: angst but really fluffyyy cuddly JJbae at the end <3

Summary: John B and JJ can't understand why you are always protecting them and when they ask you, you get kinda emotional... And they start to take care of you too.

Request: yes|NO

Prompt: xxx

Warnings: if 'really cuties jj and jb' is a warning | mentions of abusive parents and death(?)

Song: xxx

Word Count: 1.9K

Posted: 20th of June 2020

A/N: i had this little idea for a blurb but got carried away, and i really hope that it got as good as i wanted it...

My Others Accounts: @hp-imagines-07 (Harry Potter) | @mcu-imagines-07 (Marvel Comics Universe) | @stit-imagines-07 (Stranger Things & IT)

Having JB and JJ as your best friends since always is the best thing ever, you three meet when you were just little kids and everything was perfect at the time. Their parents weren't something chaotic yet, but your life didn't change a bit.

You still had both of your parents and they loved you more than anything in this world, but in their case was something different.

JJ had lost his mother, his dad became an alcoholic and drug addict, and he had a few problems with anger that always gave JJ more bruises then you wanted to think or see. John B's mom went away when he was just a baby and his father went missing, a few years after that.

They don't have parents at all.

And that makes you feel so bad every single time because they're just such good boys, that deserve the hole love of the world for them, but the people that were born to love them the most on the world, just don't. And because you never felt what they must feel every day, looking around the house and not seeing a mom making breakfast or a dad watching the football match from yesterday, that he didn't watch because you two were fishing, swimming or just having fun together...

That's why you are always showing to them how much you love them, saying good things about them, holding them when they need someone... Always doing things that they're parents should.

You would be the one to bring more food to the chateau so they could have anything to eat for days, you would bring a few blankets when it was cold, you would clean around their house and cook - you first sucked at it, but you learned so you could make food for them -, you would even buy a few clothes for them as noticing that something was missing... You would look after them.

But something that you can't control is your feelings, so you ended falling for JJ, and, for your surprise, he felt the same way about you. But you could separate the moments you acted like a girlfriend and the moments that you had to be his mom.

You just did all of it for them 'cause they deserve it and 'cause you adore them.

And seeing them, right now, looking at you with angry faces and asking you the same question for the past minutes - that you didn't pay attention to count -, just broke your heart in a million pieces.

You just acted like that boring girl to help them. You want just the best and anything else to them because you love them because they deserve and need someone to take care of them.

"[y/n], I'm done asking why you act like that. We just want to understand why you are like this with us, we're not kids!" JB said angrily and you only sat at the couch from John B's living room, trying to normalize breath.

"Bro, chill. She'll answer us, just calm down." JJ tried to stay calm to not push any pressure on you because that boy knew too well how much you hated to be under pressure.

The two of them stayed quiet and looking at you waiting for an answer, while all you could do was try to control your breaths so weren't going to cry in front of them - that was the last thing that you wanted to do right now.

"It's just that..." You started and tried blinked the tears that started to blurry your vision away. "I want to protect you..." Your breathing started to get heavier by the seconds and John B was going to say something, but you stopped him. "Just let me finish, okay?" The boys just looked at each other and then nodded at you. "My parents do everything for me, they take care of me, they love me... But I think about you two and the unique people that were made to love you, just don't. And you don't deserve any of all of what you pass through, so I try to avoid it." At this moment, you couldn't control your tear anymore and even JJ was trying to clean his wet cheeks with the back of his hand. "I love you too much to just watch, I have to help you the way that I can, and I know that my love won't ever be able to get close to the one that you should get, but it can be a distraction or even help at any other way a little bit... I want to make sure that you know you're not alone and that I love you two." You said and sighted, so you could finish your thoughts. "So, the reason that I'm always bringing food, organizing the house, buying new clothes for you, paying attention to how many beers you drink, taking care when any of you gets sick, making breakfast, bringing blankets when it's cold and all the other stuff you were complaining about, is because you deserve to be loved and I love you."

Your red and puffy eyes locked with the baby blue ones and then meet the bright brown ones. All of you were with teary eyes, but you were the one that cried the most.

JJ and John B just looked at each other and looked like they were talking by their thoughts or sharing the same one because the two of them just came to your direction at the same time and hugged you.

They were so different from each other, but at the same time, they were so much alike. Well, they held you for the same reason, but you were able to differentiate them by the way they were hugging your little body against theirs. John B was holding your torso with both of his arms, trying to bring you impossibly close. And JJ was with one arm around your hips and the other one holding your shoulders, trying to stop the way that they were shaking and breaking his heart together.

JB was feeling so guilty by pushing you to say all of that for them, while JJ was feeling shitty by being able to read you like an open book, but never even dreaming about something like this, and you were wanting to hold them and never let them go.

So you hold them. With your trembling and soft hands, you held the blond locks of JJ's hair so he wouldn't take his head off of your shoulder - and you could still fell his shaky breaths hitting your neck and hear his low sniffs and sobs -, and the back of John B's neck so he wouldn't move his head and took his chin out of the top of your hair. Your hands were so delicate that if anyone else saw the way you were touching them would think that they were made by glass and you were afraid to break it. JJ just noticed that one of your hands was lost in his hair when you started to play with it.

And you three stayed there for God knows how long, until John B took his arms off your torso and you took your hand off of him. But JJ wouldn't let go of you so early, so he brought both of his arms to your waist, hugging you from behind.

"Sarah wanted for me to call her after talking to you..." JB said and you knew pretty well that he was asking if he could call someone else at the moment, and you just smiled at him, that understood that he could call her and that you wouldn't be mad at him. "Would it be a problem if I go to spend the night there?"

He had never asked that to you, maybe because he never slept at any other place that wasn't his own house but with the way that John B was expectantly looking at you. He was asking for your permission to spend the night at Sarah's.

To anyone else, that question would make them think that he was being crazy to ask your permission to sleep at his girlfriend's house, but you noticed how things would change after the talk you just had...

"Of course not, just don't forget to text me when you get there." You said and the smile that John B gave to you, made everything you ever did feel worthy. JB got another outfit that you were pretty sure he would wear on the next day on the HMS POGUE and went to the van.

JJ's arms around you always felt that they belonged there and you could get used to his scent and warm body against yours so easily... Your thoughts were stopped by the felling of sweet and soft kisses at your bare left shoulder and blond locks lightly tickling the side of your neck and jawline. Your head tilted slightly to give JJ more bare skin to kiss and your left got lost in his hair, while your right one interlocked fingers with one of his hands.

"J..." Your voice betrayed you by going out as a whisper, but it caught his attention that just hummed against your soft skin as an answer and you knew you could continue. "Could we just cuddle today?"

Your voice was low and begrudging and you hoped that JJ wouldn't notice it, but he did. And you didn't even need to explain why, because he already saw that you were afraid that he would want to have sex and just the fact that you weren't in the mood, would make him upset.

"And I thought you would never ask..." JJ whispered in your ear, sending a shiver pass through your spine and you didn't need to look at him to know that he is smiling, just like you.

You pulled him by the hand that was already in contact with yours to his bedroom, as he closed the door, your hands slipped away from each other and you grabbed one of the shirts that you bought to JJ, putting it on after taking off your bikini's top. When you looked at JJ's bed, you saw him wearing just his boxers and a huge smile with open arms and grabby hands. You chuckled seeing your hot ass boyfriend just with his black boxers, looking like a little boy.

But you didn't waste any time going there with him and holding his huge body against yours. JJ immediately dropped his head at his favorite place, between your breasts with one of his arms holding your waist against the bed and the other one going under your shirt and rubbing your back with his thumb. His cold hand made your whole body flinch and he just giggled, kissing your collarbone through his shirt. One of your hands started to play with his hair and the other was lightly caressing his wide and muscular back with your nails.

The boy loved when your nails barely touched his back and the way it sends goosebumps all over his body.

And it tickles.

"Love." JJ's voice got muffled by his shirt and your skin, but you still listened and looked down at him, that was already looking at you with his chin resting at your chest. "'Just wanted to say that I love you." He softly and passionately kissed your lips and lied back between your breasts.

You couldn't ask for a better life, a better boyfriend, or either for better boys to take care of. You loved JJ and JB, and if you were with them, you were safe, happy, and loved. And you knew that when you need them, they'll be there for you, just like you always did for them.

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mlpdestinyverse · 3 years

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“One November Eve”

One stormy eve, when Dream Flow mysteriously doesn't show for their meet up, Skychaser heads to his friend's home to find out what's keeping her. What he discovers isn't quite what he expected.

Feat. Skychaser, Dreamaria Flow

Related Chapters: Little Monster, Newcomer, Impasse

~Destinyverse Archive~

Skychaser isn't usually one to fuss when it comes to Dream Flow's occasional tendency to arrive late to their hangouts.

He's long accepted it as an on-and-off habit of hers, oversleeping or losing track of time. It's not like they've ever been in a rush, so it's never truly bothered him. Besides, it's easy to imagine her getting caught up in a busy, tiring schedule as an Emotion Counselor.

The latest he can remember her ever arriving was about thirty minutes past their designated time, and even then she came to him apologizing profusely before insisting on treating him to make up for the tardiness. He can tell that she's since made a more conscious effort to be more punctual, despite his assurance that he really doesn't mind.

An hour and twenty-two minutes late...now that's just plain out of character.

It's nearing 6 PM now, and it won't be long before they'll have to officially reschedule their sauna day for another time. Sky is still sitting at a cafe table, tapping his hoof against the wooden surface, the vibrations causing his long empty cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream to shake.

He'd been looking forward to relaxing within the embrace of hot steam on a chilly autumn day. More so than that was his eagerness to behold Dream's first heavenly sauna experience, as a mare who apparently had never even known of their existence until a week ago. She had mirrored his excitement, giving him a date where she'd be completely free. But that's all quickly becoming rather trivial compared to his growing bewilderment.

'Did she go on a last-minute errand run?? What is going on?'

It's only when a large droplet of rain nearly jabs his eye that he knows that the fall thunderstorm Ponyville ordered for the sake of building atmosphere towards Nightmare Night has begun. And it's at that moment that Sky knows he has a time limit before the rain starts pouring. So with a frown, he swiftly makes his way to a new location...

By the time he's in front of the door to Dream's house, the boughs of leafless trees have begun groaning and Sky's thick mane might as well be mauling his face, thanks to the whipping winds. Honestly, if it wasn't for the sheer absurdity that was the concept of being "stood up" by Dream of all ponies, he would have thought to arrive sooner to check on his friend. But looking at the house, the windows are completely absent of any light, and that becomes even more prominent with the darkening grey sky above him as the sun dips away and the clouds prepare to-

-drench him. Just...all at once. A waterfall-like sheet of rain crashes onto him, and he hisses a curse as he instinctively tries for the doorknob, despite knowing it won't open.

Except it does, and Skychaser has to blink a few times at that.

'Guess she went out and...forgot to lock it behind her...?'

A flash of lightning and Sky all but scrambles inside and shuts the door before the accompanying boom of thunder can deafen him.

As he enters the threshold, and his eyes adjust to the brief lightning flash followed by the interior darkness, he almost swears a separate faint light catches the edge of his vision. But it's gone before he can fully acknowledge it, and it leaves his mind as soon as he winces at the booming thunderclap.

"Hokay then..." Sky mutters. He shrugs off his hoodie and hangs it on the nearby coat rack. Having visited Dream's house numerous times before, finding and flicking on the closest light switch isn't too difficult. The warm lighting reveals the large, decently furnished living room he's grown quite accustomed to, as a place to spend time with his friend as well as a safe space for a few of their counseling sessions together: television and couch set up to the left, first-floor bathroom to the right, her open kitchen towards the very back, next to the polished curving staircase... "Wait for Dreamers it is..."

At least, he hopes Dream isn't still trying to make it to their sauna day. Once she realizes he's not at their meeting spot, she'll either look for him at the Cutie Mark Sanctuary if only to frantically apologize like the sweet doof she is, or she'll make the better call and head back home in this weather.

Unless she's forgotten their plans entirely. Then well...at the very least, she'll absolutely return straight home and they'll figure it out from there.

'Unless...an emergency...?'

Sky vigorously shakes the worrisome thought out of his head, only to flinch and curse again when water droplets fly everywhere and cling to the nearby wall. This isn't the time to go into Anxious-Brother-Mode™ when he should be hunting down a towel unless he wants to create a puddle in the middle of Dream's living roo- oh, a puddle's already forming, goddammit.

He carefully maneuvers himself towards Dream's towel closet on the right-most wall, right beside her bathroom door. But he sighs and gives up midway on tip-toeing when he realizes he's leaving a trail of rainwater anyway, making a faster beeline for it. Without pause he yanks it open and pulls out a fluffy towel with cute little sea motifs, aggressively drying his cursed sponge-like mop of hair; the true perpetrator of the puddles...a symbol of freedom and majesty now fallen from grace. For shame.

He sighs with relief once he feels sufficiently...less wet, albeit his feathers are sticking in almost every direction and his inner pegasus shrieks at him to preen- which, speaking of, is it weird to preen in your friend's house when they're not there?

Shower Thoughts with Skychaser.

Sky lets the towel hang around his neck and grins to himself over his dumb mental joke- but upon closing the closet door fully, something he hadn't noticed before immediately greets him.

A single orange sticky note, attached to the door at eye level.

He's genuinely confused at first, but once his eyes flit over the words written on it in black marker, he near-instantly recalls the counseling session he'd shared with Dream not even a month ago. In this very living room, funnily enough:

"Sticky Note Affirmations" she had called it, suggesting it to him like many other forms of therapy they've given a go through the course of their friendship. He remembers her explaining it as a method of using positive affirmations in one's daily life, to "move the mind away from persistent negative thoughts" and "set in a more positive way of thinking".

"Positivity takes practice!" he can practically still hear the confidence in Dreamaria's voice from that day, her beaming face forming in his mind. "We may be our own worst critic, Sky, but we're also the one person in life who can be our most faithful supporter. So try cheering your future self on!"

It sounded a little silly at first, the idea of sticking notes around his room and expecting them to do anything. Dream Flow did say the results varied for everyone.

Now, Sky has a small collection of post-it notes that have given him just the slightest boost needed to help deviate that self-deprecating corner of his mind; more often than not, at least. Who knew that reading something as simple as "I Am Worthy" on his bedroom door every morning could make a difference in his outlook for the day? He sure didn't.

But maybe Dream being the source of the idea made her feel a little present within each of his notes, believing in him just as much as he was encouraging himself.

Dream specifically offered the idea of writing down kind compliments for himself. There were also reminders and encouragements for daily tasks, saved for the heavier days where such chores often felt impossible or pointless. Now one particular note near his comb encourages him to brush his mane each day because otherwise, he'll deal with knots that resemble a pile of tangled earbud cords - or worst...Astral Dusk's spikes - and risk shaving it all off in frustration (Monochrome would have a field day).

Anyway, that aside, the note on Dream's towel closet reminds him of that sort of encouragement:

"Because a hot shower organizes thoughts and helps warm the soul!" it motivates, in curvy writing that he definitely recognizes as Dream's.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Dreamaria would practice her own suggestions, maybe to test the effectiveness for herself; but at the same time, how effective could testing it be? In his friend's case it felt hilariously redundant, like a mere flashlight's beam merging in with an already blinding sunray of optimism. Or...something. He's not as poetic with words and comparisons as Eventide.

Point is, the living embodiment of positivity just setting up more positive inspiration for her "future self" is incredibly funny to him and wholesomely endearing.

Skychaser backs his way into the middle of her living room, bumping up near Dream's couch there, and gives the room a good squint - and to his delight, his eye catches the pastel colors of more sticky notes dotting the mare's kitchen.

Well, at least he has something to distract himself with while he waits on Dream Flow. And if there's anypony he'd love to read some encouraging wisdom from, it'd have to be the counselor herself.

So he starts at one end and slowly saunters through her kitchen space, from one note to the next, feeling his grin and amusement growing with each one.

"Because an uncluttered sink helps with an uncluttered mind!" a pink note above her sink declares, where a few glasses and plates have been left to sit.

"Use me! Because you've come so far as a cook, and I exist for a reason!" the green note on her spotless stovetop-oven all but shouts.

"Because your body deserves nourishment, and Uncle wants you to eat well. Don't forget to keep a full fridge!" one blue sticky note insists on her refrigerator. Skychaser slyly opens the freezer door to better gauge the sorts of things his friend prefers to indulge in, for the noble cause of future birthday bashes (he genuinely half expects a compartment full of ice cream). His eyebrows fly up when he sees it's empty besides a tray of ice cubes.

'She REALLY must have gone out for some serious grocery shopping, geez...'

Now that he thinks about it, it's curious, really. Because while Dream's session on the notes had been held a month ago, Skychaser had visited just a week before and he's certain these little reminders hadn't been present that day. But the folded corners and slight creases on the notes suggest that they aren't recent either...?

Huh. Weird.

Sky hears the rain audibly thrum harder on the roof. He glances at the door, then at the time on her microwave.

6:42. Still no Dreamaria.

Hooves clacking across the tiles, Skychaser turns to leave the kitchen. In an effort to set aside his uncertainty, he considers what distractions he could find on Dream's T.V. That is until he finds himself pausing by the kitchen island.

Skychaser now notices that amongst a clutter of unopened mail envelopes, a single letter has been left out. Were it not for the rather official-looking white and blue mailer with a broken gold wax seal, or the fancy thick yellow parchment of the letter itself, Skychaser would have overlooked it.

He fights with himself, eyes flicking back and forth between the rest of the living room and the strange letter just...laying there.

...his need for answers wins over. Because surely a small glimpse and the quickest skim just to understand the subject of such an out-of-place letter couldn't hurt. It just may be the very clue he's been seeking as to the whereabouts of his friend.

'An emergency', his mind supplies nervously again, the feeling intensifying when he picks out on the envelope's face that the mailing address is from Reinsford; Dreamaria's hometown.

'Yeah, that's not comforting...'

So sure enough, he sets his now-folded towel onto the counter and leans over the parchment, giving the sentences a quick once-over. He searches for names, keywords, the last line of the letter-

He stops.

He reads the last line again. Then a third time, his eyes widening with each reread.

'Hold the fuck on, am I-?'

Sky swoops the letter up into his wings. He squints harder, darting his orange irises back to the beginning. Because maybe context would confirm whether he's crazy or he just read what he thinks he just read.

"Dear Madam Dreamaria Flow,

I hope this package and its contents have found you in good health.

It has been a lengthy two years since your departure from our beloved coasts. Your absence has been profoundly felt by your fellow residents and myself, even to this very day.

While I would not dare to take up more of your time than necessary, I first wish to extend my deepest apologies for not reaching out to you sooner. Your uncle has shared a tale or two of your exploits in Ponyville, and though I am sure you have found success and a great sense of fulfillment in your new career - a hearty congratulations to you, may I add! - I have felt that a hefty debt was left unpaid the day you left this town.

It is only right that I follow through on my word. It took some time, but after vowing to properly reward you for your unforgettable deed, I am happy to announce that I have made great use of my authority to finally deliver:"

Halfway through the letter, the storm outside gives another bright flash of lightning, followed seconds later by a booming crack of thunder that almost shakes the air. A barely present corner of his mind registers something...slightly different about it; like a subtle sparking undercurrent of sound had joined in for just a second. But right now he's focused on this letter, too immersed in speed-reading the sentences to consider it as anything but a one-off:

"Enclosed is your very own Reinsford-sanctioned Certification of Arcane Excellence. Please do brandish this certificate with pride as a prior member of Reinsford's community. I believe such high credentials could prove useful and bode well if presented and proven to Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

While losing someone as gifted and valuable as yourself thoroughly saddens us, we are quite pleased knowing our talented Dreamaria is still putting her skills to good use.

Remember that this town will always be your home. It has been far too long since we have last seen you. Never hesitate to visit, and if anything goes wrong, know that we will gladly welcome you back with open arms."

And then finally, he reaches that line again. Except he isn't sure if context has at all changed the amount of bewilderment and awe his discovery has brought him.

"Nonetheless, Reinsford will continue to miss its - official, as of this letter - dear Wizard, and its citizens whole-heartedly wish you well with your personal endeavors.

With gratitude, Mayor Bight"

A thunderclap of merciless lightning shatters the sky, and in that very instant, darkness falls around him.

The blackout startles Skychaser enough that he drops the letter and braces against the kitchen island with a soft yelp. He's thankful that the nearby streetlamp is managing to stream in just enough light through the windows to allow him the vaguest visual of his surroundings; shapes and desaturated colors and shadows, more than anything.

But now there is an eerie, deafening silence, with the background whirring of every appliance coming to a complete hush. The rain, the slightest shifts of his body, and his breath are suddenly much louder, almost reverberating through the room.

Whatever sense of confusion and wonder over Dream's letter has momentarily fizzled out, replaced by goosebumps and an immense sense of vulnerability. He feels small and uneasy - a single breathing body in an expanse of black and greys.

'Maybe I've uh...outstayed my welcome... If preening in your friend's empty house is weird, standing around for them in the darkness of their home may deserve a restraining order.'

He'll just have to table his questions and intrigue for another day, as exasperating as it is to have even fewer answers now than before.

For the sake of his boggled mind, he settles that Dream is out shopping. Or doing awesome-secret-wizard-shit, if this letter and her disappearance aren't just some strange, elaborate prank Dreamaria has set up just for him. Unlikely, yeah, but he's also learned that Dream Flow is pretty up there in terms of surprise factor.

Maybe he'll see enough faces on his way back to the Sanctuary to ask around about his friend. But before that, if he wants to even make that journey, he decides that a borrowed umbrella might be a good idea right about now. Or ooh, a cute, tiny raincoat he can drape over his head as he elegantly races through the streets before ducking underneath an awning and meeting his soulmate? Surely Dream had one or the other around somewhere.

The attempt to lighten his own mood somewhat works as he's able to blindly locate her letter, replace it on the counter, and urge himself forward through the low lit room. The air has been quick to drop temperature without its heating unit, only adding to the strangely oppressive atmosphere.

Thankfully the street light bounces off of the far wall - the one he had previously borrowed his towel from - preventing him from running face-first into it. If he's remembering right, and he traces the wall towards those curving stairs in the back corner...

The wall stops short. Tucked into the large alcove that follows, he finds his sought-after mystery door right near the foot of the stairs.

While aware of its existence, he admittedly has never seen the room's interior nor ever had a reason to check it out. He's only ever assumed it to be some sort of coat closet, so naturally, any form of raincoat or umbrella would surely be stored within. Most likely??

But as he steps up to the door, all too ready to prepare for his leave, he yet again is brought to a halt. He makes out a familiar small square shape in this shadowed corner of the house, attached to the door a little higher than the usual eye level.

'Oh. Even here?'

He almost chooses to ignore the sticky note with his priorities at hoof. But something about it draws his eye - and he realizes that, even in this lighting, he can faintly make out words. It's due to the writing itself, displaying neat and meticulous letters, as opposed to the other affirmations that were more hastily scrawled.

'"Because"..."you"...?'

Sky has to lean in until the bridge of his scrunched muzzle is just inches away from the note. His eyes have adjusted to the dark, so he's able to read the bleeding inky words:

"Because you'll prove them wrong."

.....

Skychaser allows himself a moment to give the note a good, long stare.

Maybe it's due to his current circumstances: the storm, the week of Nightmare Night, Dream's absence, standing alone inside a dark, deathly still building on a cold November eve. But the sharp change in tone from Dreamaria's previous notes definitely forces Sky to acknowledge just how unsettled he feels.

One step back and he's boring his visible eye into the closet door before him. That eye then falls to its silver door handle.

...this....is a closet that he just found that note on. Right?

Sky very quietly, very weakly laughs to himself. He moves to turn the handle before he can overthink it.

'Maybe this is where Dream keeps all the dead bodies.' he jests, pushing the door open a sliver.

It creaks under his hesitant grasp. With that crack, Sky notices a light source within, out of sight, in a room bigger than he honestly pictured; faint. Orange. ...pulsating?

BANG!

Sky releases an indecipherable shout right as the door in his grasp SLAMS back in place in one explosive movement. He stumbles backward but he doesn't get far, because in a whirlwind there are glowing blue lights flying around him in literal ribbons, erupting from the floor, grabbing him, coiling around him so rapidly that he doesn't get a chance to even unfurl his wings as he rears up, because now they're being tied to his back and his forelegs are bound up securely against his chest-

He's lifted, hoisted right off the ground and jostled about in the process of being turned. At this point he's stopped thrashing and has kept his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth painfully clenched. Upon the movements stopping, he cracks his eyes open to look down at himself.

Instead, his irises flash to his lower left, where the end of one ethereal ribbon is gradually creeping around his neck without actual contact: a silent threat. He can't control the pitifully strangled noise he lets out, desperately leaning his head as far away as possible, which isn't far at all.

'What the fuck, what the FUCK, I WAS FUCKING JOKING-'

He would be breaking down into hysterical laughter right about now if he wasn't so shaken. The only reason he hasn't entered a full-blown panic is that the ribbons have completely ceased their motions, and while tight, it's not enough to restrict his breathing. He's fine. He's okay.

Look at him. Those positive thinking exercises have been working...haha. ...coping with humor at a time like this probably isn't the healthiest, though, even if it's working to keep his sanity intact.

Maybe it's not fully hitting him. It all feels too unreal, like some realistic fever dream-

Violently swishing fabric rolls through his ears next, too pitched and harsh to be born from his imagination. Skychaser jolts, because in a single blink, the safe beams of the streetlight filtering in from each of the house's windows have been cruelly snuffed out. The curtains have all been pulled shut in one sweep. He's been left in true, absolute pitch darkness.

And then he sees it.

A set of white, glowing pinpricks of light, waiting in the shadows straight ahead.

Staring right back.

Watching him. Sky registers that this is real.

Body and throat seized up in terror, he doesn't even scream. He can't find his voice, only listening to his own labored breathing while those two glows eerily sway and grow closer. He catches the sound of slow, careful steps. Hoofclacks.

As his mind processes, the glowing orbs stop just outside of the light from his radiant restraints.

And they speak.

"...state your business."

The voice is low. Soft and husky, yet it carries in the quiet amongst a backdrop of rain. It's formal, frigid, and completely foreign to him.

Skychaser shivers.

"I-I..." he struggles out, his own voice hoarse but miraculously coherent despite his scrambled brain. "I was...l-looking-"

He snaps his mouth close when he hears a sharp inhale in front of him. It's followed by a much gentler, far more familiar tone.

"...Skychaser?"

Sky's eyes bug open, only for him to cringe away when a flash of light nearly blinds him. He blinks against it anyway, urging his pupils to focus in on-

Dream Flow.

The tip of her horn is illuminated with a small beacon of magical light - a beacon that closely resembles whatever the hell she's done to her pupils, filled at the centers with the very pinpricks of white that had shaken him previously.

The unicorn looks thoroughly dumbfounded. Wide-eyed, mouth open, head pulled back. When she seemingly confirms his identity for herself, her eyebrows knot even further.

"...you're...my intruder?" she slowly sounds out. "How did you...why are you here?"

Sky's remaining brain cell has long fizzled out by now, so he sputters at first before he exclaims back;

"Me?? I came here looking for you! You didn't show for our sauna meet! Where in Equestria have you been?!"

Cogs seem to turn in his friend's head for a few seconds before realization settles in.

"Oh." She murmurs, blinking owlishly at him. "That...yes. You're right. I...oh..."

More beats of silence pass. Sky shifts uncomfortably in the ribbons' grasp. Before he can even ask, the motion has Dream breaking out of her stupor. As if just realizing the state he's in, dismay flickers across her face. And yet she lets out a laugh, one he can only describe as stressed in this context.

"Oh Celestia, what a horrible...horrible misunderstanding!"

With a blue spark of her horn, Skychaser watches as the magical ribbons begin to shimmer and dissolve away, gently lowering him down as they do. He turns his head about at the rather pretty display, with sparkles left behind in the spell's wake before those dissolve in thin air too. Skychaser doesn't get to admire for long as he clumsily has to catch himself with his front hooves those final few inches to the floor.

He shoots her a perplexed look, but he doesn't think she sees it, because she's too busy aiming a secondary laugh at the floor. In his gut, he has the distinct impression that she doesn't actually find this humorous. Not with the way her shoulders have gone rigid.

"I am...so terribly sorry, Skychaser. I genuinely thought someone had broken into my house and...well, I was prepared for a confrontation!"

"I noticed!" he wheezes out, half-exasperated, half-jokingly. "You also look ready to shoot lasers out of your eyes, and I nearly peed myself because of it."

Dream winces, then squeezes her eyes and sets her horn sparking blue again. When she reopens them - thank God - her actual pupils have returned. The spectrum of colors in them are discernable again too - downcast, he discovers that the azure in her irises appears more pronounced. Or maybe it's the low lighting.

"They say intimidation leaves an impression," she quips, the corner of her mouth barely quirking up. She's still not looking at him. "Guess it worked, huh?"

Sky mouth pulls down into a deep frown, his gaze roaming over his friend. Dream's blue mane is unusually unkempt from what he's used to. The mare's form hasn't even moved an inch from its tight, almost closed off stance in the past minute or two - a significant contrast to the conversational cadence of her voice.

He doesn't think he's ever seen Dream so...physically withdrawn before. In a way, it was understandable in the aftermath of what's looking more and more like one very awkward, very startling mix-up. But it's also not like she hurt him.

"Hey, Dreamers, it's okay. You freaked me out, sure, but I'm WAY more relieved to see you. I was starting to think something serious happened."

Shortly afterward, Dream finally meets his eye, but only to offer a sad smile.

"I apologize for that! It seems I just..."

"Overslept?" Sky grins humorously, only to pause when Dream's expression dips into guilty. "Wait what?"

"I'd only meant to close my eyes for an hour or two at most-" she confesses, glancing up towards her stairs. "-and take a short rest before meeting up. But the murky weather must have lulled me." A chuckle bubbles out of her and she shakes her head. "I think my sleepy haze made me forget everything else once a 'threat' entered the picture. But that's no excuse. I won't let something this careless happen again, I promise."

Sky rubs his forehead. Not because he has a headache, but because the small puzzle pieces he now possesses are struggling to mash together. "So...you were actually upstairs? This whole time?"

Dream nods. "Yes, I woke up when..." Her eyes trail over towards the front door.

She goes quiet. Almost as soon as that answer fades out, another question begins. "....Sky, how did you get in anyway?"

"Your door was unlocked...?" he provides, letting the question in his tone voice his own confusion. "Which I thought was weird."

Dream answers with a short, disbelieving laugh. "Oh wowy! Seems I didn't lock it behind me when I got the mail today..." she breathes out a sigh. "I'm glad you got out of the storm, but I'll need to be more mindful."

Mail.

An opening presents itself to him. A way to find answers and ease tension, he hopes, as his buried intrigue and curiosity rises from the depths.

"Hey, don't sweat it! But I gotta say...that was a preeetty cool trick you did back there," A knowing grin spreads across his face, and he leans his head forward with a conspirational whisper. "Miss Wizard~"

Dreamaria doesn't respond right away. It takes her one steady beat before she slowly turns her head back towards him.

A blank stare greets him.

"...what?"

"You're a Wizard, Dreamy!" he chirps, bouncing between his hooves. "Congratulations! Even I couldn't believe it when I spotted your letter, but all that fancy-shmancy magic you did sure confirms it." He taps his hoof to his chin, humming playfully. "It sounds like you've had a bunch of snazzy spells up your sleeve for a while! Why'd you never-"

He's so lost in his giddy mental world of excitement and thrill that he almost misses the way Dream stiffens. Almost.

Because her smiles are gone now.

"You...read my letter."

It's less of a question and more a statement she's allowing to sink in. Caught off guard by her abrupt monotonous tone, he finds himself self-conscious in his reply.

"Yeah it was...lying on the counter, and I thought it could be a...clue...but um..."

With each word, Sky begins to recognize the breach of privacy he had committed and how weak of an excuse he really had to snoop on a clearly personal letter. Even if it felt justified at the time. It's his turn to wince guiltily. "Yeah no that...sounds pretty bad actually."

Dream doesn't react, gazing back vacantly in a way she's never done before. It makes him retract a hoof, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. "...Dream?"

She inhales, almost painstakingly slow and deep. The breath is held for a few seconds longer.

Then, after an exhale that's just as prolonged, the smallest smile ghosts across her muzzle.

"I see. You were worried and it just kind of happened. Right? I'm the one who left it out and created this whole mess. So really, it's my own fault."

What? Sky insistently shakes his head. "No way, it's your house. I should've held off...I'm sorry."

Dream reaches out to touch his shoulder, smiling sweetly. "Apology accepted! What's done is done, eh~?"

Uncertainty lingers despite himself; to think he managed to elicit that response, out of Dream, which made it undeniably that much more nervewracking. Regardless, Skychaser wills himself to relax.

How Dream can consistently be that quick to forgive will remain out of his realm of understanding. Good thing, too...he didn't think he could handle impairing one of his most cherished friendships all because of his own ever-present idiocy.

"...can I ask...??"

Sky's a little dubious on where to put his footing down from here, but he trusts Dream enough to be forthright with him about where her lines lie. Thankfully the corners of the mare's eyes crinkle back cordially.

"Yes, Sky?" she invites.

"...does that mean you're like that one guy?" He leans back in, side-mumbling to her. "Star Whirl the Bearded or whatever-"

Dream laughs, loud and hearty. "OH, heavens no! Starswirl was an arcane prodigy. I'm nothing like that." Dream Flow turns away from Sky to walk towards her front door. Curious, Skychaser follows after her. "In fact, despite what that letter claims, I'm not a Wizard."

"What?" Sky laughs out, shooting the back of her head a doubtful raise of his brow. "But they gave you-"

She smiles back at him over her shoulder, serenely closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"I'm not a Wizard. Being a Wizard suggests that I'm some grand expert who plays with different fields of magic for a living! I'm just an Emotion Counselor who happens to have some extra prior study on the side." For some reason she begins to glide an absentminded hoof against the carved wood of the doorframe. "Reinsford legally naming me their pet Wizard doesn't change that."

...pet? "Now excuse me for a second!" Dream says, aiming her horn towards the entrance. "I really need to reset this before the mental buzzing gives me a headache."

Her horn illuminates - an odd mismatch of bright blue with tinges of her magic's usual orange - and Skychaser gapes as the unassuming decorative markings carved into the door's wooden frame begin to light up brightly, one by one, until it's covered with these glowing elaborate lines and shapes completely unfamiliar to the pegasus. Dream turns back to him, coaxing him with a nudge of her head towards the display.

"If you don't mind, Skychaser, could you please touch one of these runes? If I add in your magic signature, we won't have to worry about another silly mishap."

Sky has literally no idea what any of that means. But Dream looks composed and attentive, so he follows her instructions. This "rune" he touches brightens, casting a warm halo of white light around his hoof. Then it all fades away, dimming the room back to just Dreamaria's light spell.

He glimpses at the unicorn and takes in the unexpectedly soft way she's looking at him.

"...thank you for trusting me." She expresses with warmth, placing a hoof over her chest in some form of relief.

"I mean yeah, always, but that was...?"

Dream perks up. There's a playfulness to her demeanor as she casually shrugs.

"A magical alarm. Just in casies. You activated my runes when you walked in," she giggles. "That's what alerted me and woke me up! But now that I've included you into the formula, you're my trusted exception. No more false alarms if something like this manages to happen again."

Okay. Sky's mind is officially boggled.

"Wait, so you're over here trying to convince me that you're NOT a Wizard-" He gestures incredulously at the door. "But you can do crazy shit like that?!"

Her ears twitch back, enough to catch his attention. Just like that, she's back to averting her gaze.

"Ah...this isn't as complicated as it looks, actually!" Dream defends cheerfully, strain returning to the smile she's wearing. "The initial set up was more tedious if anything. But I appreciate the compliment!"

With that, she strides away from the front door and back into the house, presumably towards her kitchen. However, her attitude regarding the subject bugs him. It's not like he knows much about unicorn history and titles and whatnot, but still...

"I thought being called a Wizard would be like...the highest honor for a unicorn or something." He scratches his head, a little embarrassed over his own lack of knowledge. "So I guess I'm not getting why you're..."

"Being called a wizard is a compliment to a unicorn's abilities." Dream supplies for him, slowing her gait to a halt. She turns her head without facing him, choosing to speak into the air instead. "Being named a Wizard is different...just something silly they began labeling me one day." More jovial laughter shakes her shoulders. "It was a little much! So Ponyville became my home of choice."

Despite her light-hearted, almost whimsical tone, Sky's ability to read body language doesn't fail him. He sees tension retake her frame.

"So you don't want to be one." Sky notes with a frown, eyebrows pulled back. Hooves clacking against the hardwood floor, he stops just beside her to brush a soothing wing against her shoulder; something he realizes he's never had to do, because comfort has only ever been given the other way around. "Too much pressure?" He prompts quietly.

Dream Flow is staring off, a distant look on her face. There's a slight shift to her jaw.

"I...don't have time to..."

She's deep in thought. Contemplative. Choosing her words carefully as she lowers her head to one side.

"...humor their fantasy of me."

A tense silence follows, along with a creeping feeling of personal familiarity. Sky tries to work a response through his mind, but he doesn't get enough time to when Dream's gently pushing his wing away and beaming up at him. "But never mind that. This weather must be doing things to me. It's not like me to put a damper on the mood! I've never been the biggest fan of rain."

"It's not a damper..." Sky tries, because really, when has Dream ever opened up to him like this? It's never even crossed his mind that she even had things to open up about, as stupid as that was.

But it's clear to him that Dream's finished, with the way she holds up a hoof and how the curve of her lips eases. "I wouldn't want anypony getting the wrong idea about me here either, actually. So I hope we can keep this between us? No more ‘Dream the Magical Wizard'?"

Dream drops her pitch a few decimals just to exaggerate the title, and it's so out of the blue that it wins her a short laugh from him. "Of course." Sky answers without hesitation. If she's shared all she's willing to, enough to return to her usual self, he won't push it. That's how she's always been when it came to him, after all. "You're just 'Dreamers the Dork" to me."

A grin breaks across Dream's face at that. "I like that better, actually."

"Ooooh no, don't say that, or else I'll start greeting you like that. Everywhere we go."

Dream giggles and continues her trek to the kitchen with Sky in tow. He now sees that she's heading towards that little area directly beneath her stairway; a side room to her kitchen used for her laundry appliances.

...memory swears that the folding doors to this room were closed earlier.

"Okay, let's fix this..." she hums and steps into the crowded space, leaving Sky standing at the threshold. He never identified it until now, writing it off as some random metallic plate on the back wall, but Dream Flow snaps it open and reveals it to be a door to a breaker box.

Confused, he's about to stop what should've been a futile attempt at bringing back power, but just like that, Dream flicks the top-most switch and the house comes back to life around him. Light refills the room, the microwave lets out a beep of relief, and Sky meanwhile is whipping his head back and forth between the main room and Dream herself.

"Wait, I thought the storm took out the power, how did you??"

"Oh, no." Dream grins sheepishly, gesturing towards the circuit breaker behind her. "That was all me."

Oh, how the surprises never cease with her. When did she even get downstairs to pull this stunt on him?

Well, she could teleport. But even that made noise. How he never heard her even once is-

Oh. Thunder.

"This was...one elaborate plan, Dream."

"That's true. But when you've never lived alone before, you sort of...end up a little paranoid." Dream rubs her foreleg shyly. "I saw lights on downstairs, sensed someone I couldn't even see walking around, and had no clue what they wanted. Naturally I assumed a break-in, so I took the necessary precautions to keep safe and take action."

If Sky didn't feel bad earlier, he's certainly feeling it now.

"Damn...didn't mean to scare ya, sis."

"That goes for two of us..." Dream Flow sighs dramatically. "Causing fear in you...I'd never wish for that again."

"Hey, I'm just glad it wasn't anything paranormal!" Sky exclaims, backing up to let Dream join him in the actual kitchen. When she does, though, she turns her head towards her appliances.

"...oh. Well this is embarrassing." She says, looking straight at one of her sticky notes. "These were meant to be private, but wow does this explain why my 'intruder' was so entertained by my kitchen."

Skychaser snickers. "Hey, I for one appreciated your wise words. I think it's cute that you're messing around with affirmations yourself."

Speaking of...that reminds him.

"I was wondering, Dream," Sky motions his head back towards the very space their face-off had played out. "What's that room by the stairs? I thought it was a coat closet, but..."

He trails off, wondering if Dream will catch on.

"Oh, that? That's just my private study! I've stored a bunch of very personal memories from Reinsford in there." She smiles. "I take it you read my note. It's basically a little reminder for myself to keep moving forward."

Ah. Move on from a town of expectations? That made enough sense to him. And he sure was glad all of the wild threads tonight were finally ending with answers.

"And like everything else, I can only guess that creepy orange glow was you too?" he teases. "I only got a glimpse, but it definitely was a distraction before everything broke loose."

Dream doesn't say anything at first, as if waiting for him to continue or deliver some punch line. When he doesn't elaborate she gives him an inquiring eyebrow raise and a tilt of her head. "Wait, what glow?"

Sky stops. Just in case, he searches Dream's face, but she looks sincerely clueless.

"The...one inside the study?" He provides, hoping for any sign of recognition. "Something was glowing, but it was faint and I couldn't see anything."

Dream looks taken aback. Eyes darting sharply towards the door in question, she gives it one disbelieving look.

"'Glowing'...?" she whispers breathily, and the goosebumps that had long faded away are now returning to Skychaser's pelt. He blanches.

"Oh Gods it wasn't you..." Sky tugs at his hair and makes some sort of makeshift curtain to hide half of his face behind. "Oh Gods, what was that then?!"

Dream's multi-colored orbs snap back to him. "A-ah! Well-" her voice carries a slight tremor, one she catches and visibly swallows down (as if that'll hide how she's just as freaked out as he is, she's not fooling him). Then she laughs it off, giving him a playful grin. "It's probably not ghosts?"

"Probably?!"

"It's more likely some old runic project of mine! Responding to the electrical energy in the storm." She waves her hoof towards the ceiling. On cue, a rumble of thunder reaches them. "Elemental conversion and all!"

"Lady, I still don't get your magic talk, but if you say so..." He heaves out a breath. "Anything but ghosts...or dead bodies."

Dream gives him a quizzical look at that last comment, but apparently decides against asking. "Well hey! You know what'll lighten the mood?" Dream claps her hooves together, eyes glittering now. "The storm won't stop for another hour or two. So it's time for me to begin making it up to you, starting with a movie night! I still have popcorn in the cupboard and plenty of soda~"

Sky squints at her from behind his mane-wall.

"...'Dogs Don't Dance'?"

"A classic." Dream nods sagely.

"And you'll restock your dang empty freezer first thing?"

"Whoops...don't worry! I'll stop slacking and do that tomorrow~"

Skychaser carries himself to the DVD storage shelf her television sits on. It's thankfully on the literal opposite side of the room from Dream's private study, a place he's sure he'll now associate with tension and spooks after the events of the day. Keeping away is proobably for the best, especially right now. Because reassured or not, the pegasus doesn't think he'll be completely shaking off his jitters tonight. A scary movie would probably do him in at this point.

Dream must be experiencing something similar, because after tapping the popcorn setting on her microwave, he sees her lean against the counter and restlessly gaze off towards that very door behind him. Warding off any surprise demons with her magic stare, he hopes.

But enough jokes. He leaves Dream to it, turning his full undivided attention on the vital task of sifting through DVD cases and finding his favorite comfort movie of jiving animated dogs. They both probably need it.

_________________________________________________________ This...this is a dense chapter and I'm kind of living.

I'm so curious to know what theories and thoughts people have drawn from it, so don’t be afraid to hyper-analyze. Nothing brings me greater joy... I recently fell in love with a few different writing styles and decided to play around with it myself here! I had a lot of fun with it, HEHEH. These probably constitute a whole separate lore upload, but for now, below will be a list of headcanons on Wizards in Destinyverse! For those interested!

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Wizard/Sorcerer/Sorceress are all synonymous and are used based on preference. “Wizard” is the go-to gender-neutral term of the three.

The title of “Wizard” has altered throughout time. In pre-Equestrian days, when the Unicorns were all competing to understand magic and develop their power and prestige, the original Unicorn Royal Family were quick to employ the most powerful and innovative mages as advisors. These were the first Wizards - they were gifted high societal status and became the first nobles, whose wealthy descendants still live in the uppercrust of Canterlot to this day.

Thereafter, Wizardry became a profession that certified one’s expertise and allowed a unicorn to work alongside the most prestigious spellcasters and researchers (sometimes working for the crown, but not always). Aspiring Wizards then only earned their own title if they were lucky enough to have their talents acknowledged by the royal family (in the special case of the mighty prodigy Starswirl himself), or by the authority of an existing Wizard (ie. the sorcerer Clover the Clever, first student of Starswirl the Bearded).

After the three pony tribes integrated into one society (and the Unicorn Royal Family abdicated for the reign of Celestia and Luna), unicorns stepped up in villages all across Equestria to offer magical consultation and arcane services to their fellow ponies. From time to time, an especially studied specialist with a wide range of knowledge would prove their skill or accomplish an incredible feat; thus began the practice of local governments certifying their very own Village Wizard for townsfolk to go to for any magical needs. Not all Village Wizards dedicated themselves to one singular town; in fact, it was considered an honor for a village’s Wizard to proudly represent their town and aid others across Equestria.

The decline of spellcrafting and spellcasting over the centuries has led to Wizards being few and far between. The desire to pass down arcane knowledge still exists, as seen with Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns; so these days, only those with a thirst for knowledge (or even rarer, the desire to pursue arcane advancement) study magic. Even fewer who graduate Celestia's school have gone on to become Wizards, either becoming professors at the princess' school or private tutors of upper-class Canterlot.

The modern Wizard is now defined as a certified practitioner of multiple fields of magic who is consulted for arcane services and/or researches for the sake of arcane advancement. Famous present day Wizards include!

Mage Meadowbrook and Mistmane (both once designated sorceresses of their respective villages). Meadowbrook was the very first non-unicorn to become a mage, and then named Sorceress for her potion-making and item-enchantments.

Starlight Glimmer (sorceress; professor at Twilight’s School of Friendship and occasional aid for Uni-Tech)

Sunset Shimmer (sorceress; royal scientist; founder of Uni-Tech who works for societal advancements in magitech)

Sunburst escapes the definition by a thin hair, due to not being an actual spellcaster or crafter. But he is a valuable magic advisor with his keen mind, and a proud member of Uni-Tech.

#mlp #mlp art #mlp oc #My Little Pony #Skychaser #Dreamaria Flow #destinyverse #story

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ayameakuma · 3 years

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So my brain decided to go in "theory mode" today and I ended up think about a "what if" scenario in which Mirio is the one that gets One for All but the Overhaul Arc still gets him shot by those bullets. (I have no ideea if others have posted about this or not, so please excuse my lack of knowledge)

!!!Spoilers for some details of the Current Arc in the My Hero Academia Manga!!! (If you read the manga/ don't mind the spoilers, good on you)

Here is what I ended up with:

So, as stated before, in this universe let's say that Izuku either dosen't exist or never met Toshinori | All Might on that day. Well logically, this means Mirio gets the One for All and becomes the 9th user.

Overhaul's Arc still happens. Mirio met Eri, saw she was in danger and decided to help (you cannot tell me he wouldn't. He loves Eri to bits and Eri needs to have happiness in her life, the cutie deserves all the sweets and hugs she can have)

Mirio is still shot with that Quirk-Destroying Drug, and, as a consequence, loses both his intital quirk - Permeation - and One For All.

Now the things start to be a little complicated. In the manga currently we are aware that Mirio gets his quirk back because Eri could control hers, basically turning back time to a moment before Mirio's quirk was affected by the Quirk-Destroying Drug.

If we still make that possible when Mirio has both Permeation and One for All, in which case we can be sure Permeation gets back in one piece, the real question is: how will be One for All affected?

Eri's quirk is Rewind, which gives Eri the ability "to reverse a being's body back to a previous state." (Taken from the My Hero Academia Wikipedia page) She even has the power to chase people from existence, bringing their bodies back to the point where they did not exist yet. This, by extent, means she is the most powerful being to ever grace the Earth. But her powers are limited by her inexperience and by the fact that, as Monoma states at one point, Eri's quirk requires the accumulation of a yet unknown element in order to be activated.

Now, think about this: what if that element required is the conscious knowledge of what would happen to the entity affected by the quirk? Having a good visual idea of what Eri is trying to do with her quirk could help her a lot in using it. Since Eri does know about Mirio's quirk, maybe after she got a bit more training with it, she was able to envision Mirio's quirk back in Mirio's body.

I know what you are thinking: But what about the times she either used it against Overhaul or to help Izuku? Well, against Overhaul I think she may have subconsciously been thinking of Overhaul's attack disappearing, which translated into the regression of his quirk. The same can be said about helping Izuku use 100% of One for All. Eri was subconsciously aware that Izuku's quirk will damage his body and, because she wanted her saviour to be safe and unharmed, her quirk responded in kind and made her 'wish' come true.

But while we saw Eri using her quirk to prevent the further damage that One for All would have brought to Izuku's body, we don't know what could happen if Eri's quirk was used to restore One for All specifically, after the user lost it.

One for All as a quirk is... complicated, to day the least. A stockpile quirk that seems to have amassed more than just power over the decades that it has been passed down.

If we refer to the more recent chapters of the manga, All for One - the antagonist of the series and the "root", if we can call him that, of One for All - said that, since he can take quirks, he is also affected, to a certain degree, by the consciousness of the person he takes the quirk of. If that is so, then it means that a power that was born from his quirk will also have the same attributes. This results in the following statement: both All for One and One for All are, at least, semi-sentient quirks that have accumulated different consciousnesses over the years. (All for One through forcibly taking Quirks from other people, while One for All was passed from user to user)

This little conclusion of mine (I have no ideea how true it is, but I feel like this is the truth behind OfA) can be backed up by the fact that Izuku is able to see the other users of One for All in a secluded space in his mind, and he was also able to see the attempt of All for One to control Shigaraki's body through the quirk.

One for All, in conclusion, not only has a very disturbing bond with the quirk it came from. (For God's sake, Izuku could see and hear All for One trying to sweet talk Shigaraki in chasing his struggles against him, and just let him take over Shigaraki's body. Poor Izuku, when this is over and done with will have fucking nightmares) One for All is also akin to a vault of sorts - it can contain physical strength accumulated over time, the consciousnesses of all the users, the quirks of all the users, and possibly with that, the memories/feelings of all the users.

Going back to Eri using her quirk to retrieve One for All. I don't believe that this will be possible... or better said, Eri's quirk won't be able to bring back everything. If Eri needs conscious/subconscious knowledge of what she is supposed to bring back with her quirk, that means One for All's complexity will make it impossible for Eri to completely bring it back.

Izuku, and subsequently Toshinori, had no idea that the quirks of the past users can be accessed through One for All until Izuku got Black Whip, which only happens after the Overhaul Arc. It would mean that if Mirio was the 9th user of One for All, who at the time had no ideea of the other quirks that this Legendary Quirk contains, then it will be impossible to bring them back as well.

The vestiges, seeing that they may be forever bound to One for All may be able to be brought back since they are a mental extension of the Quirk, but their natural quirks will be lost forever because: 1) they are physical extensions of the One for All quirk and 2) if no one knew about them, it will mean that Eri wouldn't be able to envision One for All getting back in Mirio's body in one piece since, besides the superpower aspect of the quirk, she did not see anything else.

This all means that, in a world where Midoriya Izuku is not the 9th user of One for All, the true extent of the quirk's power will be lost forever since no one was aware of its existence. It would mean, One for All will become only a shell of itself, containing only the superpower aspect and the consciousnesses of its past users with no real way to access their original quirks.

As such, the meeting between All Might | Toshinori Yagi and Midoriya Izuku was purposely created by the Universe as a way to remedy the future damage that was to come or was a way through which, One for All itself, a separate consciousness (separate from the vestiges themselves) that the quirk created over the decades, maybe sensing great danger with the "Danger Sense" quirk that the forth user had, decided to save itself and, by doing so, saving the entire world maybe.

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Welp, hopefully you liked my rant/theory above. I have no ideea how did formed in my head but, oh well... I do hope it makes sense and please remember that this is just a theory and that is not something official.

#my hero academia theory #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #bnha mirio #one for all #anime theory #I have no control over my brain #makes sense?#quirk theory #what if scenario #bnha #mha

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hazelandglasz · 4 years

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klaine, “we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know” au heehee

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There are a lot of reasons why Kurt goes to this particular gym.

One: it’s two minutes away from work, which means he has no excuse not to go before going home.

Two: all things considered, it’s fairly cheap.

Three: there are no mirrors in that gym, except in the changing rooms, so there are no possibilities for some hunks to just flex and admire themselves.

Four (last but not least): the Super Legit Cutie.

SLC is just another patron of the club, one who happens to visit the gym around the same time as Kurt.

Who appears to be around his age.

Who is, as the moniker would suggest, very, very cute, unbearably so even, and doesn’t look out of place on the different machines he uses with an ease Kurt can only envy from afar while he sweats his cheesecakes away on the rowing machine and the treadmill.

Every now and then, they run side by side. The first time it happened, Kurt nearly had to save his neck from breaking because he stopped running, jaw dropping, at the way SLC’s thighs looked in motion in his teeny, tiny green shorts.

Dear Lord on a cracker, these shorts are s-i-n-f-u-l, accent on the full.

Between the shorts, the ease with the machines and the rocking body, SLC is what one could call a Gym Bunny if one was into that sort of name calling.

(Kurt, it seems, is one such individual, given the right amount of alcohol.)

Except for one little bit of information that Kurt treasures like a well-curated McQueen accessory.

See, most of the Gym Bunnies have one thing in common: even without the mirrors, they like to posture as Alpha Males, testosterone-vaganza, my muscles have muscles, etc.

True, SLC is more on the compact size, but his muscles cannot be denied--did Kurt mention the Thighs? Yes, they deserve their capital letters.

(And their own altar of worship, Kurt volunteers his bed as tribute to their grandeur.)

As gay as he may be, SLC does follow that pattern of looking, well, extra-manly.

But.

But Kurt caught him off-guard in the showers--okay, that sounds even worse outloud than it did in his head, rewind.

But Kurt heard something in the showers that made him reconsider the whole Gym Bunny scenario.

One evening, Kurt was already exhausted by his long day and he decided to cut his training session short--45 minutes was more than enough, right, especially after a day of getting yelled at for no good reason by an incredibly annoying customer and then missing the last slice of pizza and having to deal with the rest of his day with a plate of grated carrots.

Healthy, sure, but at what cost?

Anyway.

Cutting his training session short brought him back to the changing room sooner than usual--which means Kurt ended up in the changing room before the big rush of late comers, regular leavers.

Right in time for SLC’s post-training shower.

And that’s how Kurt heard him sing.

For starters, there is the fact that prior to that moment, Kurt had never heard the man’s voice, and what a shame it was. SLC sounded like a smooth singer, with just a little raspiness to make it interesting.

And then.

Then.

There is the choice of song itself.

“No way to know for sure

I’ll figure out a cure

I’m patchin’ up the holes …”

Kurt had to pause in his tracks. Hannah Montana? Really?

Not that there's anything wrong with Miley Cyrus earlier body of work, of course. It’s just so unexpected in his present environment …

“Nobody’s perfect, oohoo

I gotta work iii-iit

Again and again till I get it ri-iight…”

Kurt can only applaud SLC for his commitment to the song. If anything, he’s a dedicated performer and Kurt salutes him.

Besides, there is something in this choice of song that tugs on Kurt’s heartstrings.

A vulnerability, almost, and a desire for growth and change with which he can relate.

Kurt loses himself in his thoughts, in his wishes to find a kindred spirit, in his regrets about high school.

“And if I’m messing up sometimes, heey,

Nobody’s p--oh, hello?”

Kurt looks up in alarm and finds himself face to face with a towel-clad SLC.

A towel, and nothing else.

Sweet rollerblading Jesus.

Kurt would like to thank the goblin in a teapot on the Moon for the opportunity to be blessed with such a vision.

“H-hi.”

SLC is clutching his towel--wise move, hombre--and looks hesitant. Probably because Kurt is staring and has not said a word, like the world’s biggest creep.

“Hi!” Kurt scrambles to stand on his feet, thanking whomever is to be thanked for wearing a not totally atrocious outfit today of all days. “I--sorry, I was just--”

“No worries, no worries.” SLC rubs the back of his neck which has turned an alarming shade of red. “I wasn’t sure what you were doing here, I’m usually, well, usually alone this time of the afternoon.”

“I wasn’t stalking you.”

A frown appears on SLC’s face. “I didn’t say or think you were--should I?”

“N-no, no, just a coincidence.”

“A happy one, then.” SLC takes the couple of steps separating him from Kurt and holds his free hand. “I’ve meant to introduce myself for a while now. I’m Blaine.”

Kurt blinks, and blinks again, before shaking Blaine’s hand. “K-Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you Kurt.”

The smile on Blaine’s face is boyish and small and adorable. Kurt can feel his own cheeks stretched by a smile of his own, and he can only hope that it doesn’t bare a resemblance to the expression on Mowgli’s face in the Jungle Book.

Then something Blaine just said finally registers and is processed.

“What do you mean, you wanted to introduce yourself for a while?”

The flush on Blaine’s skin intensifies. “I mean--I’ve seen you. Around.” Blaine steps back to his locker, hiding his face in his belongings. “Around the gym, you know.”

“For a while.” Somehow, Blaine’s embarrassment makes him more approachable, and Kurt doesn’t feel as awkward as he previously did. ‘Who’s the stalker now?”

Blaine snorts and looks at Kurt over his shoulder. “Not a stalker either,” he says, his smile visible in the crinkles around his eyes. “Scout’s honor.”

Kurt cannot stop smiling. He turns to his own locker, fishing his shoes and bag. “Were you really a scout?”

“I could tell you all the tales of summer camps adventures around a cup of coffee?”

Kurt is 99% sure there is steam coming out of his ears. “Uh?”

Blaine pulls on a t-shirt--thank God, Kurt needs his brain okay--and cocks his head to the side. “If you’re free, maybe we could grab a cup of coffee, I would tell you all about being a boy scout in the middle of Ohio and you can tell me more about yourself, confirm a theory of mine.”

Kurt considers it. He is still tired, sure, but this is a far better prospect for his evening than the rerun of Project Runway and the industrial ramen waiting for him at home.

“Deal,” he finally replies. “If by coffee you mean pizza.”

“Of course.”

“And if you explain your choice of shower song.”

Blaine’s cheeks turn a tender shade of pink. “Of course.”

“Then lead the way, oh rockstar.”

Blaine smiles and shoulders his bag. That’s when Kurt finally pays attention to his outfit.

Gym attire Blaine was hot and legit, sure, a true Gym Bunny.

Civilian attire Blaine?

Preppy and Brooks Brothers material and Kurt wants to tear that bowtie off with his teeth.

“Come on,” Blaine says, “I know where to get the best pizza in the city.”

(Not that evening,, but a couple of pizza-coffee dates later, Kurt gets his wish.)

#Anonymous #sometimes i write #klaine au #gym bunnies #fluff #slightly cracky i guess

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hashtag-amf · 3 years

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Welcome to my Tumblr blog. Here I will give my honest opinions and pour out my thoughts about the ideas behind my Wattpad books. You can take inspiration from this blog when you are planning to write a novel. I wanted to write a separate Wattpad book where I could talk about this. But I then decided that I wanted to reach a wider audience, and Tumblr was better suited for this purpose.

Please note: This will be posted in parts every Friday!

Edited by @wayward-heronstairs , @hashtag-amf and Hemingway Editor

I started my Wattpad journey in May 2016. I was staying at my cousin’s house, and she asked me whether I knew about the app called Wattpad. I had never heard the name before. It was such an odd name for an app, I thought to myself. I was not interested in downloading the app because reading didn't appeal to so much. A few hours later, I downloaded Wattpad. Yay.

Then came the shocker. I got my first follower. A thin guy with spectacles. I was nervous because I had never been on a social media platform before. I didn't know what to do. I was staring at his profile pic, wondering if he was a psychopath or just crazy enough to follow me on Wattpad. I am anxious like that. I wondered how on earth did he find my account within six hours as I had not posted any stories on Wattpad yet.

The first book I read on Wattpad was fanfic about 'The Fault in Our Stars.' At that time, I had no idea what fanfic was. I picked that book to read because I had watched TFIOS twice now. Unfortunately, I didn't like the fanfic, so I uninstalled the app the same night.

Then came December of 2016. It was the Christmas holidays, and I was very tired of studying. I owned that crappy Nokia XL neon green phone. Urgh, that stock Android phone was a nightmare. I downloaded Wattpad and looked for some good books to read. At that time, Midika Crane’s books were a huge hit. Her books had those dark black and white covers were guys with eight pack abs stared out of the cover at the reader. At first, I hated the cover because I thought she hadn't done a great job of selecting a good cover for the book. I remember clicking on 'Alpha Kaden', a currently published novel. I had spent half an hour on one page trying to decipher what was written. Halfway through the Prologue and I couldn't read more. Her professional level of writing was not understandable by me.

When I was halfway done with Midika’s book, I added ‘She’s With Me’ by Ava Violet to my Wattpad reading list. It was such an amazing book. I loved reading it. It was about Amelia who was running away from her past. She had enrolled herself in the school. I don’t remember the name because I read it a long time back) and she meets the heartthrob of the school and his friends. The story was like a cliché romance novel but what stood out was Amelia’s back story.

After reading more than 90 books on Wattpad I decided to make a writing debut on Wattpad. I spent more time reading Wattpad books than studying. I would read Wattpad books in the canteen, the student's study room, at home when my mom wasn't watching. It was addicting. In 2017, the first book I wrote was a fanfic of Hellboy, the 2004 film. I never imagined myself writing fanfiction about a movie I was so scared to watch. As a child, I was so terrified of that movie that the moment I saw Hellboy on the screen, I would look away in fear. All that I remember as a kid was the scene from the second installment of the movie 'The Golden Army'. He was holding twin infants wrapped in a white blanket. There was some sort of fantasy creatures running around the street. Hellboy was spot on with his aim, that she shot them with his gun.

Then in May 2014, I got a chance to watch Hellboy on the television again. As a teenager, I wasn't scared of him anymore, but I was more intrigued by it. I loved that movie so much that I had a crush on John Myers (Rupert Evans). He was 'the dude that didn't get the girl', you know. I empathized with him as he took so much trouble by fighting alongside Hellboy. He deserved more.

Later in the movie, the professor tells John that he is dying, and Hellboy needs someone in his absence. In the movie, Hellboy treated Myers like trash. He is more of a nanny and less of an FBI Agent. And because of this, Myers tells the professor that he cannot stay at the BRDP any longer. The professor tells him that he chose him for a reason as he saw potential in Myers. He adds that in many medieval stories there is a white night and Myers was that. He tells him to take care of Hellboy after he passes away.

Another reason why I felt like writing fanfic was that Myers and Liz's chemistry was so adorable. He tried his best to flirt with Liz (Selma Blair). I hoped that he and Liz ended up as a couple. But Hollywood movies are unkind to side actors. So, when Hellboy got the girl, my heart dropped. My heart couldn't handle it. I was screaming at this heartbreaking injustice. I was like, this man needs a girl. I had to make a way to help him get the girl so that I didn't have this heaviness building inside me.

Above: Rupert Evans as John Myers in Hellboy (2004)

And thanks to being a Wattpad writer, I came up with my own story. I named it Hellboy 3. The reason for keeping this title was because of Hellboy: The Golden Army released in 2008. I didn’t want to confuse readers about which Hellboy movie the fanfic was about. I researched Wikipedia thinking that Rupert Evans had reprised his role as John Myers in it, but I was wrong. As per Wikipedia reports, Evans was filming ‘The Kiss of a Spiderwoman’ so he couldn’t be a part of the movie.

Writing the fanfic was challenging. I was stumbling through the dialogues and the scenes. I thought that this will not get more than 20 chapters, but if I am not wrong, it surpassed 20 chapters. The story got some likes, some encouraging comments, but then I was not happy with my writing. I deleted it.

In 2017-ish, I wrote another story about vampires. I wrote down the story on one of the leftover books I had in my drawer. I had a good time writing it as it was one of my original stories. I made my original characters, a mythical place cursed by time. I named it ‘The Kingsmen’. Then after I had filled half of the pages by writing, I decided it was time to edit. I posted it on Wattpad. I published the chapters with no updating schedule. After surpassing fifteen chapters, I deleted the book because the grammar was awful. I felt I was adding unnecessary commas after the dialogues. I didn't have someone to edit the story, and I also had this nagging suspicion that my mom knew I wasn't studying. I hated college because I would get tired, and the studies bored me to the core. I studied for the heck of it. Everything was fine when one fine day, I forgot the password to my Wattpad account.

It was hell on earth. Panic rose within me. It was like the end of the world was near. I tried to calm myself down. I had to remember the password. I felt that I was such a miserable person for forgetting a simple thing as a password. I tried password recovery. I scourged my Gmail account for the recovery link, but Wattpad wasn't sending the link. At that time, Wattpad was super slow when it came to sending recovery links for passwords. I remember Wattpad sent me recovery passwords five hours later. Wattpaders know that logging via recovery link is time-sensitive. When I clicked the link, Wattpad said that the link wasn't valid. I did this three times till my patience wore me out.

I was devastated. I had put so much of my heart and soul while writing that book. It was my baby, and now the account was gone….I didn't cry. Thank God I didn't cry. I was sad. It felt like someone took a piece of my heart away from me and didn't return it.

This is how it looked:

In January 2018, I made a new account on Wattpad. Now I have written down all the passwords in a notebook, not going to repeat the mistake.

Okay! This was the end of part one. Tell me how you liked it!!

By the way, I got the chance to watch Hellboy (2004) on the television today. John Myers is such a cutie!! Please check my latest IG highlights for the video. I cannot embedded the video on Tumblr :(

#writingwithalizeypart1 #hashtagamf #wattpadwriting #wattpad #newpost #writers on tumblr #writingideas #behindthestory #wattpaders #writinginspirat #newwritingtips #writeathon #writing #howtogetwritingideas

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omeliastoriesbyari · 4 years

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I’m sorry pt 2

Today was the day was getting released from the hospital with little Lane. Amelia was playing on the bed with Leo while Owen was putting Lane in his car seat. After Owen got everything packed up in the room he went to go put their stuff in the car and pulled the car to the front for Amelia and the kids.

Amelia picked up the car seat and grabbed Leo’s hand walking out the room while walking out the hospital she bumped into Link. She looked at him and back down at Leo and Lane.

“Can you drop the rest of Lane’s clothes off at Mer’s thanks,”Amelia said walking off nervously.

Amelia gently placed both boys in the car it’s been a while since she’s been in Owen’s car and nothing has changed. Amelia sat in the front seat next Owen, he smiled because for someone who just gave birth she looked amazing. Amelia’s hair was in its naturally wavy state cause she had taken a shower before they left the hospital, she was wearing a white button up shirt with her denim maturity jeans glowing.

Owen drove them to his mother’s house because he thought it would be the best environment for them so they’ll have help adjusting with Lane and Leo. He also needed to tell Teddy everything but at this moment it was the last thing on his mind he just wanted to soaking up this time with Lane cause he didn’t get to be part of his pregnancy. Amelia looked at Owen confused to why they were at his mother’s house.

“Owen why are we at your mother’s house? I thought you were dropping Lane and I off to mer’s.” Amelia spoke.

“I thought it would be best if we stayed here so we’ll have help with adjusting to the boys and I wanted to be with lane cause I’ve already missed to much.” Owen explained to Amelia.

“I understand but all of Lane’s clothes are at Mer’s so could you get them while I get us settled.” Amelia said getting the diaper bag and Leo.

Owen grabbed the car seat and knocked on his mother’s door. He waited a few second and his mother answered the door with a smile on her face.

“Hey you brought the babies Leo and Alli....” She paused when she looked in the car seat and seen Lane.

“That’s not Alli girl who’s this cutie?” His mom questioned Amelia and Leo we’re still standing by the car.

“This is mine and Amelia’s newborn son Lane.” Owen spoke happily.

“Y’all come in,” His mother spoke.

Owen and Amelia went in to the house with the kids Amelia looked around shooked she had never been inside his mother house before and it was beautiful. The house was well decorated it reminded her of a cabin with the wood interior and the house felt very homey to her like she had been there forever.

“Well hello Amelia I haven’t seen you in while you look amazing.” She smiles at Amelia.

Amelia has always been fond of Owen’s mother. She would always come to her for advise whenever she needed it.

“Thank you it’s wonderful to see you I love the house it gorgeous,” Amelia said.

“Mom I was thinking Amelia and I could stay here for a while until we get everything situated. Since she just had Lane the other day and I haven’t talked to teddy yet,” Owen spoke nervously.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind but can I see this new grand baby of mine’s.” She said reaching to grab Lane out of his car seat.

She picked of the tiny baby placing him in her arms she smiled cause he shared the face of her deceased husband Edwin with a sprinkle of his mother in him. He was so calm in her arms halfway asleep he was nothing like Owen she thought Owen was a fussy baby. So she thought he must have gotten it for Amelia.

“He’s a sweet he must’ve gotten it from his mother cause Owen was a nightmare,” She laughed.

“I don’t believe I was and he’s very calm I don’t know where he gets it from cause Amelia, Leo, and I aren’t calm he just so happens to be calm,” Owen said looking down at Leo playing with his toy cars.

“I thought my whole pregnancy he would be an active baby cause he kicked all day everyday but he’s my calm baby while Leo’s my happy baby,” Amelia said rubbing Leo’s soft curls.

“ Who came up with his name because I love it and think it fits him perfectly,” She said looking at Lane peaceful sleeping on her.

“Owen found the name Lane and show me it and we both thought he looked like a little and cause of its meaning and how unique it is. I gave him his middle name Augustus- Sherpherd because I wanted him to have my father’s name since we named Leo. Leo Edwin-Amileo Hunt both boys has a part of us in their names.” Amelia explained

“That’s beautiful they fit them very perfectly. Well let me show y’all to your room and Owen you can go get all of you guys stuff and talk to teddy about everything she deserves to know everything,” His mom patted him on his shoulder.

Owen left out while his mother showed Amelia to their room. The room was beautiful it had enough space for all four of them and it had a bathroom inside.

Owen went to Mer’s first to get Lane’s clothes, diapers, and his blankets. He packed all of Lane’s things in the back of the truck now he was on his way to face Teddy. He was kind of nervous cause he didn’t know how teddy would react he loves teddy but he also loves Amelia and he refuse to lose Amelia.

Owen had pulled up to their apartment complex and took a deep breath before getting out of the truck. He slowly made his way up to the third floor where they stayed. When he got to the door he paused before unlocking it. He called out teddy’s name. Teddy came out of Leo’s and Alli’s room with Allison on her hip.

“Hey hun you’re home,” She smiled.

“Yea Teddy we need to talk it’s serious,” Owen spoke.

“Ok where Leo?” She questioned still happy.

Teddy sat down with Allison Owen sat and in front of them to break the news to her about Amelia and the baby. Owen explained the whole situation to Teddy she understood most of it but didn’t get why he would want to stay with Amelia instead of them co-parenting from different houses. But she slowly realized why he wanted too and her face sadden.

“You still love her don’t you? I knew you would I can’t believe I gave up a good man who actually loved me and put me and Allison first to be with you. Every time you still love her no matter what I do you’ll always love Amelia sherpherd more than me and I just don’t get it Owen I’ve loved you for years and your love for me isn’t the same why did you want to be with me? If you know you love her is it cause she was with link you came running to me and when you thought she was pregnant with link’s baby you wanted to be over her?” Teddy went on a rant about Owen just looked about her.

“ Teddy I love you and Allison you know that but I’ll always have love for Amelia and won’t lie to you and say I don’t. Amelia helped me through a lot she was my back bone for a couple years. Teddy I chose to be with you cause Amelia and I aren’t good for each other and we thought it would be better to go our separate ways. Teddy I have always had love for you and you know that but I will not choose between you and Amelia I won’t hurt neither one of you cause I have done that enough.” Owen spoke.

“Owen i think we should call this a quits because we aren’t meant for each other we just aren’t on the same page when it come to our love I love you more than you love me and I’m tired of trying to force something that doesn’t need to be forced. You will always be the father of our daughter Allison and for that I will always have love for you and I would love for us to try to be friends.” Teddy said hugging Owen.

Owen went to the kids room and packed all of Leo’s things then he went to what used to be his and Teddy’s room and packed all of his things to leave.

“I’m sorry Teddy,” he said then left.

On his way back to his mother’s house he decided to stop at the baby store to get a crib for Leo and a bassinet for Lane. He also bought other things they may need for their boys.

Owen arrives back to his mother house he grabs all of their clothes then goes to knock on the door and wait for his mother to answer it. He waits for a little then his mother answers the door in her apron immediately Owen nose is hit the amazing smell of dinner being made. Owen walks in the house to his and Amelia room. When he walks in the room he sees Amelia nursing Lane and Leo asleep next to her. He smiles because who looks this amazing with two kids he thought.

Amelia was humming as she was nursing she hadn’t even noticed Owen had came back. She was at peace Lane and Leo caused her no troubles they were her perfect boys. Amelia looked up to see Owen had started putting up their clothes. After he had organized their clothes and put them where they belonged he went back to the truck to get the things he bought from the store to bring them in the house.

Owen had brought everything in the house he started to build Leo’s crib first by his side of the bed since Lane’s needs to be near Amelia so she can nurse him. After he finished that he built Lane’s bassinet and places it near Amelia. Once he finished he sat on the bed near Leo. Amelia was now burping Lane. She was leaning against the bed frame she was her nursing and a black pair of leggings looking amazing to Owen.

“Owen how did everything go with Teddy? I hope I didn’t ruin y’all relationship I just want you to be happy,” Amelia said.

“Well we broke up cause we just weren’t on the same page with our love and Amelia you didn’t ruin my relationship it was me to blame for my relationship not working. Teddy knew I still love you.” Owen said getting Lane from Amelia.

Owen held their youngest son in his arms smiling Amelia sat there in awn cause of Owen and her boys but what Owen also said to her. Deep down Amelia still had feelings for Owen but she knew if they give this a try again it wouldn’t work out. She thinks they should be friends and co-parent their kids together.

“Owen,” Amelia said softly.

Owen looked up to meet her beautiful ocean blue eyes.

“I still love you I just want you to know that,” She said then walked out the room.

She walked into the kitchen to see Owen’s mother setting the table. She smiled when she seen Amelia she took her apron off and came to sit next to Amelia.

“Amelia I have always been fond of you and I always hoped you and Owen lasted because I see how happy you make each other,” She spoke with her hand on top of Amelia’s.

“Yea we make each other happy but we also hurt each other so much and I can’t do that anymore I have two kids I refuse to let be hurt because of us.” Amelia said.

“I understand you dear but the heart wants what it wants instead of just giving up get some therapy and start off as friends and work y’all way and you’ll know it’s real because fate push you two together all the time.” She said rubbing Amelia’s hand then gets up to finish setting the table.

Amelia smiled because of how wise Owen’s mother was when it came to them. While Amelia was thinking her thought were interrupted by her phone dinging. She looked down to see a text from Link in his text he said “Amelia I’m sorry for the way I reacted I love you and still want to be with you even with the fact your son isn’t mine I’ll love him like he is mine.” Amelia just looked at the text and didn’t know what to do she still liked Link but she also still loved Owen. She turned her phone and sat it on the table before walking back to their bedroom.

She slowly walked into their room also as she entered the room she saw Lane sleeping on Owen’s chest while Leo slept next to them cuddled up. She smiled it was adorable how all of them were sleeping. She turned around deciding not to bother them. She went in the kitchen and sat down and ate some of the lasagna Owen’s mother had prepared for them. She was in the kitchen all by herself since evelyn went back upstairs. Amelia enjoyed the lasagna it was probably the best she ever had and it was the only home cooked meal she had in a while since she doesn’t know how to cook much. Neither her or Owen were good cooks.

I hope you guys enjoyed this story I know I haven’t posted in a while but I’m going to work on a pt three and if everyone knows how to link their stories together can you tell me how. But I hope you like this please share it

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creampiecashton · 4 years

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tags glossary

I noticed that my 5sos tags are hella wack and I'm the only person who understands them so here’s a post showing what means what:

frivolous sauces - self explanatory, 5 seconds of summer is the lengthier version of 5sos, which many Americans say sounds like 5 sauce. I can’t hear it because my accent doesn’t let that happen, however, it did birth frivolous sauces, simply via relation.

lone - superbloom is a solo project, solo is singular is alone is lone.

fashion - this one means Ashton because not only is he insanely fashionable but his name also sounds like it

miguel - I stole that from an interview the guys did where they were playing tennis (???) and Michael referred to himself as Miguel and I was like aight

lewk - Luke is a lewk. periodt.

caltex - yes this is an oil company. no I do not care. this one’s for Calum, mainly because I had never seen Calum spelt with only one ‘L’ and I was like “huh. Caltex is also spelt with only one ‘L’. they must be the same” so yeah.

soup - okay so i LOVE kaykay but hear me out,, her name is literally kay kay which is KK. like the letters of the alphabet. alphabet soup. now it was either this or white supremacy you guys.

skates - okay this is a long one so buckle up. crystal, is gems, is spirituality, is chakra, is chakla (the punjabi/hindi/urdu word for a rolling board), is rolling board, is roller skates, is skates. love you crystal have a great day.

chickpea powder - yet ANOTHER long one. aight so sierra sounds like tierra (I could have said tiara but whatever) sounds like tiers sounds like cake tiers. what cakes have the most tiers? wedding cakes. ‘but i’m indian, weddings have many stages!!’ you may hear my brain complain, well no worries because we can pick one of the coolest ceremonies, vatna (it’s about being clean and getting ready for the wedding). vatna’s main component is the vatna (obviously????)...an all natural body scrub mixture that mainly includes chickpea powder!! wow!! anyway the punjabi word for chickpeas is also the same word for balls lol. but the english way of saying chickpea actually sounds super cute so sierra deserves this.

teacher - roy english looks like the closeted lesbian english teacher i probably had a crush on when i was 8. you cannot change my mind.

charcuterie - moodboard=foodboard=charcuterie board=charcuterie

cleaning solution - gifs=some people pronounce it as jiff how dare you=an australian cleaning solution called jiff which smells delicious but it’s a cleaning solution so don’t eat it please.

pain :) - I love hands. hands have veins. i also love veins. vein sounds like pain (which is also in fact what hands and veins cause me). therefore, any hand/vein posts are tagged as pain :)

rumplestiltskin - reserved for the DIMPLES. majorly an ash tag but occasionally the others join. this one is dimple becomes rimple (a name, depending on who you’re talking to) becomes rumple becomes rumplestiltskin. also, much like rumplestiltskin the dimples terrorise me and ask for my first born child as collateral.

giuseppe - harry giuseppe, the italian harry potter, sounds like bicep!! therefore, bicep!

silence - alright buckle in buckaroo this is another long one! what do noses have? snot/mucus. but thats already a tag. what for, you may ask? for muke. now, it'd be hella annoying if I tagged nose posts with ‘muke’, so what’s an alternative? muke can be pronounced as moo-k as well, which in hindsight, I could have made the tag about cows but no. I decided to scrap moo-k and go for muke, which also subsequently sounds like mutuals, now it’d ALSO be hella annoying if I used that as a tag for noses. so? I call my mutuals cuties because cuties sounds like muties, but I cant use cuties because im already using that for my mutuals and general people I love! so? muties sounds like muted which is like quiet! the opposite of quiet? noise! a ruckus, even. and the more DIRECT opposite of noise? silence. I also think that its a cool contrast that my nose tag is a word pertaining to one of the OTHER senses. anyway.

twink - this is my eye tag (?) i don’t remember what my train of thought was here because i procrastinated adding it here and now i’ve forgotten but it exist, okay? i think it might have been eyes blink and blink rhymes with twink although i don’t remember so let’s just go with that

lippen- this one is my lip tag and is also the german translation for lips. i actually thought lip becomes blip becomes blimp which was in both world wars which were both blamed on germany and the german translation for lips is lippen

wow... - this is my thirst tag. what more do yall need.

awee - this is my absolutely adorable tag!!! anything that makes me go “aweeee” goes under that tag, relatively self explanatory, actually.

fruit - fashion icons?? but fashion is reserved for ashton and it'd be annoying if i tagged fashion as ashton, so what rhymes with fashion? passion. which can be branched off to passion fruit. shortened to fruit. :)

art - art was going to be fart but i thought people might take it the wrong way, so its the only normal one :) which i think is kinda dope because it adds to the chaos that is my tags :)

fave - this is another version of my thirst tag but it’s more aesthetically pleasing as opposed to horny

disk-sauce - discourse. also 5 Sauce. im australian, it works with my accent.

recs - recs=recommendations!!

cuties! - this is my asks/mutuals/people I love tag. mainly because mutuals becomes muties becomes cuties. listen, it was either this or mutants.

pie - Luke and Calum is cake, what else is almost cake? pie

mammaries - Michael and Calum is malum, honestly im just getting lazy now but they’re kind of related. sidenote: the two do have nice tiddies tho.

mashed potatoes - Michael and Ashton is mashton, or mashed potatoes. also because they’re softies and most likely delicious

money - Calum and Ashton is cashton, cash cash money babeyyyy

eyelashes - Luke and Ashton is lashton, also they both have gorgeous eyelashes so I should not be convicted of mass arson thank you

snot - Luke and Michael is muke. is mucus. is snot. I promise I dont hate them its just how my brain works.

harlem shake - Michael, Ashton and Calum is mashlum. i thought of mashed potatoes, then the mashed potato dance move, then the mosh dance move, then had a separate thought of harlem as in the city, and then i combined harlem and “dance move” and got the harlem shake. 2011 stays winning.

carlton draught - Calum, Ashton and Luke is caluton (?? i think i don’t remember the specifics that i thought of) anyway it sounds like carlton which i could have gone in the footie direction and named them the blues or then gone ahead and called them RNB for rhythm and blues, but instead i went in the alcohol direction because these three most definitely belong in a frat.

sins - Michael, Luke and Calum are Maluke! Horrible! Sounds like malpractice! Which is wrongdoing! Which is sins! Also! Sinful looks! Beautiful boys! Hell’s most devilish soldiers! I hate that I said That!

chandigarh lite - moose moose is moose. is canada. is kaneda. is where majority of punjabi kids immigrate to for a good life. the capital of punjab is chandigarh. love you moose for supporting immigrants!!

north east west - southy but the opposite.

the real mvp - petunia is almost peonie. she’s also significantly more superior to luke. the real most valuable peonie.

my fave scotsman - Duke, duke of edinburgh, edinburgh is in scotland, calum’s half scottish, therefore the baby is my fave scotsman

#my tags #tag glossary #tag index

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enderrealms · 4 years

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My live thoughts on Black Friday!

I made a notes thing for this, and I’m copy and pasting oop

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I fully love Jamie it is not even funny

Seeing Robert’s hair is a blessing and I’m still screaming about how gorgeous he is

Curt Mega does indeed own a piece of my soul along with many other StarKid members

Foam? Laundry safe? Guys your scam is showing

J E F F

Coming out here with that CHOREOGRAPHY bitch

Paul and Emma are back and cute as ever

Emma is more tame in this musical tho when we see her, like not complaining I love having Emma there, I just sort of miss her sass.

She’s still funny tho, I will 110% give her that

Emma being the one to say that they don’t have a label on their relationship and Paul being the one who’s like “we’re boyfriend and girlfriend” fits their characters so much it’s wonderful

The whole Lex-was-in-Tom’s-class-and-him-leaving-failed-her thing really ties the two out of 3 good guy groups together in a nice way

Corey as the greedy salesman works so well I’m sort of shocked. Like I have seen him play everything from the grandpa in Trail to Oregon to Bill in tgwdlm but this is a new shade that he really rocks funnily enough. I like.

Villain. Joey. SLAPS oh my GOD

“So far into the black that you ain’t never coming back” is such a sick foreshadow, like it’s clear in the scene that it is indeed foreshadowing but you don’t know for what yet. A very nice and under-used foreshadowing technique, I approve.

Wiley being a pervert really just adds to his character, doesn’t it?

mmmoney money money mONEY! Just for meeeeeeeeee

Ethan is a literal sweetheart. Not only is he played by a sweetheart, but even though he has a *criminal record* and isn’t the BEST person, he’s such an angel it’s unreal. It’s so tragic what happens to him.

Did I mention that Robert Manion is drop dead gorgeous???

They are such a cute and believable couple. Love them.

“I’m nOt” oof that voice crack

I love Hannah.

Webby is a really interesting thing for me. We don’t get much insight to what Webby is, just that Hannah is different, and Lex is different too. This makes me think we’ll get more information on it in a later musical.

Grayskull? Like,,, “for the honor of Grayskull” grayskull???

THAT FUKCING TWIRL. THAT TWIRL. THEY ARE IN LOVE.

CaliforMIA is a total bop

Love Hannah going crazy in the background

Smoke club move comeback

“That’s not how camera’s world, babe”

They r in love

Hannah’s face when she’s busted for the smoke club move 👌

“That better be fucking floss” is LEGENDARY

Linda u lovable bitch. I knew that Lauren could pull off the bitch character, but not like this! She kills!

gERaLD!!1!

Becky Barnes is one letter away from Bucky Barnes and it fucks me up a lot

Becky is endearing. Love her.

“My CHILDREN were accidents”

This whole song is a mood for what it’s like to be a fangirl

I love Jeff and his insanity

This! This song is very good! Corey really steals the scene again.

This next song is also a total bop

Hannah and Ethan’s heart to heart is totally endearing

ETHAN!!!!!!1!!!!1!1!

Ethan. deserved. better.

Joey continues to be a wonderful villain.

“Ohhhhhhh I don’t know if you wanna wanna wanna wanna fuck with meeee”

Hatchetfield being special is interesting. It might just be because of the portal to the black and white, but maybe there’s more? ((Update from the future, I’m not sure if it was ever specified that the portal was in Hatchetfield? No idea))

Poor Gerald :(((

Linda being the prophet is a mood and so funny.

I haven’t seen him in much, but every show I’ve seen him in, Curt Mega has been in a suit at least once. I’m not complaining, he rocks suits like a champ. It’s just funny.

President Curt Mega or whatever his name is really just a whole dumbass isn’t he

Monsters and Men is a total bop it’s so darn good!!

iiiinnnntteeeeerrrrrrmisssssiiiiiooooonnn

Santa’s coming to high school is another bop! I swear this musical is filled with legendary songs.

Robert as cringey high school Santa really does slap

Lauren and Joey as the elf duo is really legendary isn’t it

That whole dance circle really is talented, aren’t they??? Like wooahhh

“No, I meant the movie.” “So was I”

They’re cuties

I really hate how they make out when she finds out he’s Santa, I really do.

I love how Curt’s character doesn’t know what a field agent is when he literally played a spy in another musical

Lore shit! I might make a separate thing discussing lore.

Wiggly cult is a mood

Hannah :(((

Webby is really interesting. I’d go over it in the lore thing too.

Evil Tom and Becky are so creepy but somehow a mood

I really do love Curt Mega

The hero-villain duo of Curt and Joey is always great, whether sad or just creepy

General Macnemera :(

I love Friday is Black

General Macnemera :)

“IM AUTHORIZING YOU TO USE MY FIREARM”

Lex and her sister’s abilities are interesting. Lore post material.

Gerald is a legend and deserved to be spoken to >:(

Hannah and her hat 😫😫😫

Charlotte! Hi!

Lauren’s WIGGLES

EVERYONES WIGGLES

love this song

They all love Linda sm it’s sort of cute

Can’t believe when someone actually took the time to speak to Gerald it was to say his wife had died :((((

Paul!!!1!!11! Emma!!1!11!!!11

“Somebody NUKED Moscow!!”

PROFESSOR. HIDGENS. MY. GOD. The audience went wild for that one

I adore this song. Might be my favorite. Hannah’s actor kills. HANNAH kills!

That ENDING! Like sHIT!

#starkid black friday #black friday spoilers #black friday

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charmprince · 4 years

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Same thoughts... Separation Anxiety. 😔🤗💞

"Ten years from now or even more, our couple well be just you and me. The Nuisance and the Handsome Prince." 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

#คั่นกูตอนจบ #2getherthesereis

This post not mine. But this is the exact thought that I have regarding the series. And I think we should be like this instead of spreading negativity about 2gether.

[2gether The Series Appreciation Post] by Zeric Paguinto

As an employee that's living kilometers away from my family, I always tend to look for something that could entertain me. 2016, I decided to watch a Thai series out of boredom (prior that, I've been watching Thai BL movies already. I was not into series back then as it requires longer time to finish such). That very series conquered my life and gave me so much inspiration (that's Love Sick) hence, I am still here watching more of the same until #2getherTheSeries came into my life. A series that I must say different from others. Anyways GMMTV never fails to give us a show which has a beautiful plot that could make our hearts shake, bend and even break.

Going back to 2gether, what are the elements that made it groundbreaking? (At least for me):

1. The STORY itself. I am a great fan of novels with back story that has big impact to future happenings. I love mysteries as well as revelations and 2gether has that! It's not a typical college/ high school love story that we know. Too good to be true like fantacy. Like a fairy tale that all of us are dreaming of since we're a little. Who would dare to ask a stranger to be his fake boyfriend - the fact that you're also a guy? The said plot is perfect for hopeless romantic person like me. This show promotes pure love over lust. Happy that they tried to break BL series stereotype. Even in ending no, passionate kiss delivered. I believe that every LGBTQ+ story is inspirational, unique and colorful. You can learn meaningful lessons from it. (Like Grey Rainbow, one of my favorites)

2. ACTORS & THEIR ACTING. Picking someone who's newbie and a veteran that never been into this genre was a risk. On the contrary they played the role effectively! What makes the people fall for Sarawat? His face definitely - it is very addictive! He seems mysterious on and off cam which made us curious about this person (what can he bring to the table?). And of course, being proficient in playing guitar and his singing ability! That's indeed admirable! If you're an avid fan of him, I bet you know what he had gone through before this. Such a responsible son! Bright is kind of reserved guy hence, he's perfect for the role like you would think that it was really designed for him! Tine or Win on the other hand is very refreshing to the eyes! Very oriental looking guy. Beginning wasn't easy for him though as he got bashed by many. Telling that they should've chosen better actor. Win had shut them up eventually through his excellent acting skill, bubbly/funny personality that makes him cute and adorable as hell. And the most important thing is for having a million dollar smile, which is actually a requirement of the character Tine. His acting is very natural, it seems that he has control button for his tears, that he could hit whenever the scene needs it - for a new comer, that's undoubtedly commendable! Amerasian guy & Strong Asian Look cutie tandem is not bad at all! It has worked well! Both characters are very masculine which (for my preference) is a plus factor. They are totally different from each other but as they say, negative attracts positive.

3. OFFICIAL SOUND TRACK. As Sarawat mentioned in episode 3. "You dont need to understand music, you just have to feel it". Through melody alone, I was able to relate on every scene. And the time I've learned the lyrics, I fell in love more with Scrubb band, and Bright too! Every word in these songs is heart-strucking and trully relatable. Like flashbacks are coming to my mind, or out of nowhere I would see myself in a music video. That's too dramatic, but sweet! Tine is correct, I get to be happier, feel better and in love more whenever I am listening to these songs, and for that, I would certainly love to hear these masterpieces all day! Kan Goo is Bright's debut song and I am proud of him because it's his dream to become a recording artist. It is now happening! As for Scrubb, they are existing since 2000, they should be thankful to the writer for including them in the picture. Instantly, they are now international artists - well deserved recognition because they are really talented.

4. COVID 19 - Some BL fans are arguing about the success of 2gether the series. Some says that if it isn't because of the pandemic, it won't be a trend at all, for it won't be able to reach larger community. I agree, but I took that fact positively. I know that it is God's timing - never early nor late, always perfect! The stars have aligned for the series to be on its current state. They are simply blessed!

Now that 2gether the series have come to an end, I would like to take this oppurtunity to thank all those individuals who made this show possible, you made my boring weeks and quarantine days meaningful ones.

GMMTV, thank you for producing another BL themed TV program. This kind of entertainment has been my comfort zone for years now. You are already part of me! Scrubb, for sharing your good music to everyone, I hope I could watch one of your concerts in the future. P'Jitti, the writer, we owe you one! We can't thank you enough for bringing Sarawat and Tine's epic love story into my life. Please continue making a worth sharing work of art! You're a genius! To the cast and crews, your hardwork has been paid off! Kudos for a job well done!

One lesson I have learned from the series is that, we should always pursue our love whatever the result may be. Take a chance or lose it!

To all the BL fans out there! We should always encourage each other. This kind of series aims to make us united and not to generate wars. Always show respect on individual's preferences. We are family and so there shouldn't be any competetion. It has been a fruitful 3 months with you guys! Let's all hit CTRL+S so we won't forget all the good memories happened in regards to 2getherTheSeries.

Many of you would say, "dont be sad, you may always check Bright and Win through social media". I know that! But #SarawaTine is different from #BrightWin and so I will never be satisfied looking at their IG stories or twitter updates. And we all know that it's impossible for them to be in a relationship in real life. That doesn't mean that I will not support them moving forward. It is just that I am deeply saddened to realize that starting today, I don't have a special something to look forward to every Friday. I was living for 2gether The Series! I am probably exaggerating but seperation anxiety is hitting me now so please bare with my emotions. I hope I could get to see you soon Bright and Win! From the bottom of my heart, Khon Khun Kap! I wish you both good luck! See you on Season 2 Our Nuisance and Handsome Prince!

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just-homo-thingsxd · 5 years

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Honesty. (Endeavor x Male Reader pt 5)

(Sorry for the late post today. I was at the Franklyn Institute with my Mom and sister so I didn't have any time to proofread until now xd. Enjoy.)

After a week and a half you were finally ready to be discharged from the hospital. Unfortunately, once your face bandages came off there was some scarring along the right ridge of your nose that wrapped underneath your eye. Other than that there wasn't any other permanent damage done. You were handed off to Endeavor, obviously your parents did not want to take you home after what happened. It was your first day out of the hospital and you were in Leonard's car. On your way to Endeavors place.

"How you holding up, kiddo? Your story was all over the news."

"Eh, I've been better Leonard. I'm super tired, but at least most of the pain is gone."

"How'd you end up in their place anyway?"

You hesitated for a moment. Endeavor wasn't in the car since he had to help with police reports with the answers you'd given to his questions. He never did ask how you got there, and you forgot to mention it as well.

"The night I stayed at his place. I got a voice mail from a number I didn't recognize. When I listened to it, they said they'd been watching me. That since I was close to Endeavor if I wanted him to not have a target on his back I was to meet them in the park at night alone. I couldn't just ignore them. They knew where I worked, and knew that I was close to Endeavor. I had no choice but to follow their orders. Once I got there the man that left me the voice mail, Kurogiri, asked all sorts of questions about our relationship. I do have a theory about the whole encounter, but I haven't shared it with Endeavor yet."

Pulling up to a red light he turned back to face you, with a tilted head he asked.

"What's your theory?"

"They wanted him to act impulsively and ruin his image, by hurting me they wanted to get to him. Why would they let me live? Granted, I did shove a knife through a guys arm. Maybe they did plan to kill me...."

You shivered. Very glad you brought the knife and erred on the side of caution.

"I'm glad you thought ahead. You're cute, and have brains. Endeavor sure is lucky."

You couldn't help but turn away, and scratch the back of your head nervously.

"Th-thank you."

"As for your theory. I suppose it's plausible. Why they'd want to ruin Endeavors image though is beyond me."

Only two reasonable explanations came to mind.

"Either they went into it without thinking too much, and just hoped it would effect him somehow? Maybe they want to poke holes in the top heroes, and crumble our society so uncertainty and doubt spreads throughout like a wildfire."

Leonard scoffed, but then grunted.

"That second one sounds exactly like what someone would want. Some crazy villain worshiping loser."

Letting out a soft chuckle you agreed. Still, it didn't seem like they got the attention they wanted. Most likely they expected something different to happen. It seemed too cut and dry.

After a few minutes past Leonard pulled up to Endeavors place and had a sly grin on his face.

"You want to get close to Endeavor, right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then hear me out."

You nodded

"I'll help walk you up to the door. I'll say something along the lines of you're feeling weak and tired so you asked me to help. Then, I'll hand you off to Endeavor. Who will most likely be a little flustered, and because of his nature. He'll want you close incase something happens, if you're lucky.... He will keep you in his room."

This plan was assuming a lot of Endeavors actions, however it did seem feasible. A night alone with Endeavor, in his room.

"This sounds thoroughly thought through. Why are you doing this again?"

"You're the only one who tells me the stuff with you two. So all my schemes have to go to you. Besides, I gotta hear whether he's good in bed. Just to sate my own curiosity. Not to mention you've had it rough for a long time right? You deserve to be happy, and if being with him makes you happy I'll help however I can."

To think that Leonard would almost drive you to tears would've sounded ridiculous about 30 seconds ago. Yet, here you were.

"I say it a bunch, but seriously thank you Leonard."

"Don't mention it cutie. Now lets get going."

Even though you could walk just fine. You wrapped an arm around Leonard and he did the same. Walking slow you made your way to the door. It took a few seconds to compose yourself from laughing at this. You'd rather be honest with Endeavor, buuuut there's nothing wrong with some harmless fun. Leonard knocked and shouted out.

"Hellooooo, Endeavor are you home?"

"Coming, Coming!"

"Bet that wont be the last time you hear that eh?"

With a deep blush you turned your head away from him.

"Asshole."

"Preferably right?"

"Leonard I swear to god I will slap you."

"I'm down."

"Ugh, of course you are."

He let out a loud laugh as he pat your back.

"Relax, kiddo. You'll be fine, stick to th- Endeavor! How you doing?"

Endeavor opened the door. His hair was disheveled and he didn't seem entirely there, but he still looked as dashing as ever. Dressed in his usual robe. His eyes immediately met yours, and his eyes lit up.

"You're still looking good, and that scar adds a bit of mystery to your character."

"Oh ho ho. Ignoring little old me? That's a bold thing to do."

"I'm not, but it's been a week since I've seen him Leonard. I've been busy trying to prepare my agency for my absence."

You cleared your throat.

"Thank you, Endeavor. I'm glad it's not hideous."

"You'll never have to worry about that."

Leonard chuckled.

"Well if you'd be so kind to take this handsome man away from me, Endeavor, I can get out of you two love bird's hair."

Endeavor blushed a bit, but his attention turned back to you.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just a little tired. I've been stumbling all day, so Leonard walked me up."

"I see. I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

Leonard pushed you a little bit forward to Endeavor. Who immediately wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

"Yeesh, finally. Took you both awhile. Have fun you two."

Before either of you could respond he walked away and waved.

"He certainly likes to be involved in my business. I never understood that about him. He didn't.... say or do anything weird right?"

"Of course not, why?"

"Just, uh, wanted to be sure."

"How have you been?"

"Stressed, and busy. I'm sorry I couldn't come by at all the past week or so. Like I said I had to prepare the agency for the time I'd be gone to take care of you. Regardless, do you want to take a nap?"

Yikes, you weren't actually tired, but you couldn't exactly deny it now.

"That'd be nice."

His hand slid down to your stomach as he held you close and started walking. You were the one setting the pace however he didn't want to go to fast so he just followed your lead. You made it to one of the stairs.

"Would.. hmm. There's no good way to ask this, so I'll just be blunt. Would you mind sleeping with me? I-in my room I mean!"

He naturally produced a ton of heat, but now there was a lot more. You didn't mind either of those, but you kept that little thought to yourself.

"Sure, that's fine."

He looked back to the door, and around the courtyard.

"Are you o-"

With ease he lifted you and held you against his chest. Bridal style. You wrapped your left arm around his neck, your right arm around his chest and locking your hands together.

"You've had some trouble walking right? Well.. I'd feel bad having you walk upstairs so...."

You rested your head against his shoulder.

"No need to explain Enji. Thank you."

The man made his way up the stairs and to his room. Once inside he gently laid you down on his bed. He pulled the covers up to your chin and sat down next to you.

"Are you comfy?"

"Yesss, this is so much better than my bed. I could get used to this."

"Good, because you should. Until you recover completely you're stuck in here with me."

"I could think of worse things. You treat me like a prince, even carry me. I could spend everyday with you."

You turned away from him. You let a little bit too much out there, but it all came so naturally it was hard to stop yourself.

"Is that so?"

His hand gently rubbed your forehead. Ruffling your hair a little bit he let out a grunt.

"I..I'm really glad you're okay after what happened the other week. Between the confrontation with your parents, and the villains.."

"Huh? Of course I am a close encounter with death can't.. bring... me.... down."

You looked up to Enji mid sentence and saw how red his face was. His hands were covering his eyes and his shoulders were shaking. Something clicked inside you. You weren't sure what it was at first. You just quickly got on your knees and wrapped your arms around him. Instead of using his hands to cover his face, he substituted it with your neck. Burying his face there. Nearly toppling you over in the process.

"It's alright Enji. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

You spoke in the softest most soothing voice you could muster. You rubbed at his back softly.

"I was so scared to lose you again. I don't know how I would've dealt with all the things I haven't said. Everything I feel for you, it was almost all lost. That's why now, of all times. I can't hesitate anymore."

It was a swift movement, and an unexpected one at that. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss. His lips were trembling, but he used his hands to keep you in the kiss. Not that he needed to worry about you backing out. His lips were surprisingly soft. It took a moment for your heart to start fluttering at the feeling. You were kissing Endeavor. Really he was kissing you, but still. A man you'd grown so attached to since you first met him was doing what you wish you knew you could've done sooner. Did he really feel the same way you did? If he did you would've kissed him many times by now, but this felt more special. After a long moment, he separated the kiss. Though it was easy to tell he was reluctant.

"I've wanted that for so long, Enji.."

"Really? You're not.... upset?"

You let out a soft giggle as you wiped away the tears that still lingered on his face.

"How could I be upset? I've had a long time to think about how I felt towards you. Even though you frustrated me to no end at U.A. I can't deny that being with you those days were some of my fondest memories. Even when you scolded me for doing something stupid. In some weird way, I knew you only did that because you cared. People around us were doing stupid things all the time. I was the only one you ever got angry at."

"I knew you were above those things. That's why I'd get so angry. You had, and still do have, so much potential but you didn't see it back then. I didn't know how to convey that message to you at the time."

"You really thought high of me?"

"Yes, and I still do."

You looked down at the bed, and closed your eyes for a moment. This was the happiest you've felt in a long time. Your entire body was hot, from the kiss, now to this. He placed his hand under your chin and gently lifted it so you could face him.

"May I kiss you some more?"

You tugged on the collar of your shirt. You'd been blushing this entire time, but it was getting very warm now.

"Y-you don't need to ask Enji. It's not like I'm going to run from you."

His eyes closed and he moved in a bit closer.

"Good, I'm glad. Get ready~"

His voice playfully went higher on the last word as he once again pressed his lips against yours. He was a lot more forceful this time. Now that he knew you didn't want to leave, and didn't mind being kissed by him it was only natural for him to be more assertive now. He leaned you down on the bed, laying you on your back he climbed on top of you. He lifted himself up and placed his hands on your chest. He looked down to you with a tilted head.

"You seriously don't resist much do you?"

"Tch. I have no reason to Enji. I'm.. mph."

"You're...?"

"I-It's nothing important."

"Say it, I want to hear it."

You turned away, and felt your face burn as the embarrassing thoughts just kept coming.

"You still with me?"

"Todoroki, I'm.. yours...."

The males eyes widened in shock, and he grinned slightly.

"That's surprising."

"W-what is?"

"You called me Todoroki, and I guess saying you're mine is surprising as well."

"I-i called you that? i didn't even notice.."

"You did. I don't mind though, although I could think of a few other things you could call me."

He smirked, before giving you time to answer. He had little hesitation as he brought himself down over you and kissed your lips once more. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His chest pressed against your own. The fact Enji was straddling you was having some... side effects. Everything about this situation felt right, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice. Although it wouldn't be easy to hide while he's on top of you, and not having access to your hands. Geez, reaching down there regardless might give him the wrong idea. A sharp sting hit your forehead.

"Owwww, what's the big idea?"

He had the audacity to flick you, rude.

"You zoned out there. Got a lot on your mind?"

"O-of course I do. You're on top of me, and you're almost naked."

He looked down and noticed he was only in his robe. He slid back a bit and scratched the back of his head.

"S-shit. Sorry. I completely forgot what I was wearing."

He was so dangerously close to sliding against the tent that had pitched itself. It was very uncomfortable.

"No worries, I don't mind."

"You don't mind me naked on top of you?"

"W-when you put it like that...."

He reached for the top of your head and gently ruffled your hair. He kept rubbing for a moment. Slow and rhythmic circles on the top of your head. Thank God you didn't have an animal quirk. If you had a tail right now it'd be flying all over the place. You closed your eyes and he continued to pet you. As good as it felt, you must admit it's a little embarrassing to be shown this kind of compassion.

"You really like that, hmm?"

"T-this is news to me as well, but yes I suppose I do."

"Well I've kept you up long enough I should let you sleep. Would you like me to pet you whlie you fall asleep?"

You knew you were as red as a tomato right now, but it couldn't be that bad right?

"Y-y..yes ple-please?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?"

"B-both."

He climbed off you and laid down next to you on his side. His warm hand returned to it's previous place as you relaxed. You shut your eyes and leaned into his hand. The action was instinct, honestly you didn't even notice until he spoke something quietly under his breath. It was just loud enough for you to pick up on.

"you're so adorable."

You felt your heartthrob as he spoke. His voice was so genuine and gentle. It felt so nice that it made your chest hurt afterwards. You opened an eye and looked to him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"D-did you say something? I'm sorry, I'm kind of out of it right now."

"N-no I didn't say anything."

Heheh. You'll turn a blind eye this time. You didn't want to get him worked up and the petting stopping. Still it was very surprising that you enjoyed this kind of affection as much as you did. Without any warning he laid his head on your shoulder. Giving you a quick peck on your cheek. He didn't force anything, but he influenced your body a bit as you were turned on your side to face him. You were face to his, and he never looked more handsome. You noticed some bags under his eyes. Has he been sleeping enough? Guh. You sounded like a Mom. Still you couldn't help but worry. He definitely noticed something was up by the look on your face.

"What's on your mind?"

"O-oh I was just thinking about you."

You blushed a bit and put your face into the pillow to hide it. Leaving your mouth exposed.

"W-What I meant was your well being. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"You're worried about me?"

You turned to face him, and stared at him in the eyes.

"Of course I am. You have bags under your eyes. You're getting enough sleep right?"

He averted your gaze with a sigh.

"No. This week has been rough. I've been working so much I just pushed it aside."

"Alright Enji, let me ask you this. 168 hours in a week. How many have you slept?"

He thought tentatively for a moment.

"M-maybe about 20 give or take?"

Your jaw dropped. Only 20 hours? How is he not passing out?

"That's like. Is that common?"

"More than it should be. I've been doing alright for a few months, but I've been stressed out recently it's hard for me to relax."

"So it has happened before?"

He nodded in response. You guessed you probably pulling that stunt and ending up in the hospital probably didn't help either. Guilt rises for a moment. His hand graces the side of your face.

"I know what you're thinking. It's written allover your face. It's not your fault. I've always had issues relaxing. Even when I was a kid."

"Do you have insomnia?"

He shrugged.

"Maybe. I can sleep well, but I can't when I have too much on my mind."

He turned away from you slightly. In a way it kind of was your fault, but you knew how stubborn he was. He would deny it over and over. Maybe you could help him relax.

You scooted closer to him. Looking up into his eyes you could see a flash of confusion. Followed by happiness.He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"I know I made the first move, but I still love having you close to me."

Placing a hand on his chest you leaned into his neck. That's when you felt it. It was so surprising you had to look up to him.

"E-Enji?"

"Y-yeah? What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

"O-of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

"You're.. uhm."

"I know."

This could be taken the wrong way quite easily.

"Are you.. nervous?"

"Incredibly."

He didn't waste a moment to respond. When you laid your hand on his chest. It was very noticeable. Just how fast his heart was beating. The fact The Endeavor could be so nervous about just being close to someone was surprising.

"You should have felt it when I kissed you. I was so scared you'd be turned off and run away from me. With what happened to you though I didn't want to waste another opportunity to tell you well i guess show you how I felt."

Since he was a much bigger guy. He was further up on the bed as to not have his feet off of it. So you scooted up to him so you could look him the eyes again. He looked away and blushed a little. For as much as our sizes differ, our habits are quite the same.

"I guess the second best hero does have a weakness hmm?"

"I do, and you're it."

You had another heartthrob moment, though this one was a bit more conflicting. Whether he meant that as or good thing or not.

"You're my weakness, but you're also my strength. This is going to sound sappy, I know. When I got news that a villain attacked a waiter who worked at the Hook, Brine, and Shirmper I had this gut feeling that it was you. I kept trying to reassure myself you were okay, but every fiber of my being knew better than that. You... talked a lot when you were unconscious. Most of it was just mumbling, but there was one sentence that hit me like a truck. One that made me understand a bit more about you."

His eyes closed for a moment, most likely deciding whether he should say it or not. Hopefully it wasn't anything awful.

"I have to tell Enji I love him. You mumbled."

...

....

.....

"I-I..."

Your words drifted off. You managed to spill the secret you wanted to keep from him so badly while unconscious? It was hard to speak, It was hard to find any words. It was impossible to make a sound. He knew you said that. Yet he still kept it a secret until now? Was that why...? Your thoughts became clear for a moment.

"I-is th-that why you couldn't sl-sleep?"

Jeez. Such a way with words.

"Yes. That is why. I spent every moment I had awake wondering why I was such an ass to you when we were younger. I got depressed. I felt like the worst person in the world. My best friend cared about me and I couldn't show any compassion back to him? I wasn't even the slightest aware you had feelings for me. I was so concerned with myself I didn't notice the distance between us. Then on the day you ran away. The last day I saw you for years. I finally noticed how much a bitch I was to you all that time. That was the first time I ever felt ashamed of myself. I.... I cried myself to sleep that night. I had lost something I never knew I needed. A friend. It's funny. I practiced what I'd say to you as an apology, but right now my head is spinning. I can't think of anything I'm just saying the first things that come to mind."

H-he really has been in his head all week hasn't he? Endeavors not one to put this much thinking into anything other than hero work. That's the way it's always been, but it seems you have an effect on him.

"Enji. Could this also be why you didn't stop by this week?"

He nodded meekly.

"I-I didn't want to ignore you, but after what you said I didn't know how I would be able to compose myself around you. I've been doing a lot of self-reflecting this week."

You nodded. He was certainly more open, and not as stiff when it came to his responses. He was a lot more fluid in conversation which was new.

"Why self-reflect now though?"

"You had no reason to be my friend. I gave you every reason not to, and yet you were so insistent on being close to me. I only pushed you away, but every time I did you came back with 3 more reasons for you to stay. I want to be that for you."

"An annoying gremlin? It's not that fun trust me."

"Shut it, Boy. I'm serious."

"Y-YESSIR."

He ruffled your hair and smiled softly.

"Good boy."

You turned away from him. Even though being right in front of his face didn't help your case none.

"D-don't call me that. I'm not a dog."

"You like being pet though."

"B-Besides the point!"

"You like it when I call you Good Boy and when I pet you. You really are like a dog. Maybe you-"

He cut himself off and smirked. Shaking his head slightly.

"Never mind that."

"You were gonna say something I wouldn't like, weren't you?"

"Oh I'm sure you'd like it."

"W-what?"

"You sure you want me to tell you, this is my last warning, pup."

"Call me that again and I'll-"

You looked at how happy he was. Teasing you. Damn sadist.

"- Just say it. I'm sure I've heard worse."

He smirked and pulled you into his neck. His hand met the top of your head.

"Let's start over. You like it when I pet you. You like it when I call you a good boy which you are. My follow up statement was going to say you'd probably like it doggy style."

If this were an anime steam would be blowing out your nose and ears right now with how hot and bothered you just got.

"I-i wouldn't be so sure about that. I like.... uhm."

"Ooh! Do tell."

God, you couldn't believe you were about to tell him this.

"I like more... intimate positions. I don't want to feel disconnected."

"If someones in you, or you're in them. How the hell can you feel disconnected?"

As expected Enji doesn't get the term of romance.

"Come to think of it, what are you?"

"A human, although you believe otherwise."

"I was asking if you're a top or bottom puppy."

Here was the problem. You definitely didn't hook-up, but in previous relationships you'd always been the top. With... this hulking mass of beef however. The thought intimidates you.

"D-don't you dare laugh."

He nodded.

"In my previous relationships I've always been the top. I did enjoy being the giver. I'd never once received."

"Hmm. That's surprising coming from you. I suppose I could try being the bot-"

"I-I don't want to be on top... n-not with you."

He stammered for a moment.

"R-really? I'm like double your size. That also means."

He groped himself which sent a tingle down your spine.

"This could hurt you."

"L-lube and patience can get you anywhere. WAIT WHY DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?"

"I press your buttons all the time and I rarely expect to. When it's with me you're so jumpy and anxious. I can't imagine the server who I saw when we met up again being like this."

"Y-you.. I just. I still can't believe I'm with you like this Enji. I had little hope you'd change.. i'm sorry but it's true."

"I understand. I did too, so no offense taken."

A yawn crept up out of nowhere. How long had we been talking?

"Oh shit. You're supposed to sleeping, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Although I am a little tired."

"No more talking. Just petting and sleep."

He still held you in his arms. His hand idly rubbing the top of your head as usual. Seriously. How does someone enjoy this so much? Maybe he's right.

"I'll wake you up for dinner later, okay puppy?"

He really likes calling you that. As embarrassing as it is. There's nothing wrong with it. Receiving genuine compassion wasn't something you got often. You'll take what you can get.

"Sounds good, Enji."

"Haha, not gonna argue this time?"

"You win, you win. I'm too tired to try and argue."

"Not that you'd get anywhere."

Ouch, he wasn't wrong. He's more stubborn than a mule.

"Enji?"

"Hmm?"

"I..I love you."

He chuckled nervously. His idle rubs paused.

"Yeesh, that came out of nowhere."

"I guess it did, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, as long as you're happy."

"With you, I am."

It took a few minutes but in time. The radiating heat from Enji, and the sudden sleepiness overtook you as you fell fast asleep in his arms. He's done a lot of reflection, and that makes you happy. He's trying to improve himself for the better. It's.. Inspiring. Maybe... it was time for you to do the same. Sooner or later the mask has to come off. You needed to deal with your issues, and if anyone deserves to know that. It's him.

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