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Unexpected | Rengoku x Reader

Word Count: 1,658

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Rengoku will always be a ray of sunshine.

Prompt: Rengoku + Social Anxiety

Author Notes: This one-shot is based on my 50+ follower event. Feel free to check it out if you're interested.

I thought becoming a Demon Slayer wouldn’t be so bad. Sure it was scary at times and I had a few close calls but at least I didn’t have to talk to the demons. I just cut off their heads and moved on. There was no need to talk, I just listened and did what I was told. Easy right? 

Well it was until they were requiring everyone to train together. And my instructor just had to be the most social out of all the Hashira. Kyojuro Rengoku. Every time I looked at him the sun just happened to be shining right on his face making his smile even brighter than it already was. 

He was always everywhere with the biggest smile. Whether it was laughing at someone’s joke, helping carry something, or simply encouraging people. Honestly, it was nice to be around his energy until his fiery eyes met mine. I quickly looked away but he was already making his way to me. Sweat slid down my back as he called my name. 

“Your stance is a little off. You want it a little more like this.” He got into position and the muscles around his arms became more defined. 

I quickly fixed my frame as my heart banged inside my chest hoping he wouldn’t say anything to me that would require me to respond. 

His eyes stayed on me as he stood, “Yes, that's it. You've been doing great by the way. Keep up the good work.” He placed his hand on my shoulder as he passed by me to go to the next person. 

My heart beat slowed as relief came over me. Honestly, I envied Rengoku. The way he’s able to easily interact with anyone and speak as much as he wanted to was amazing. There were plenty of times I wanted to ramble and express myself but the moment one of the trainees tried talking to me, my throat constricted and my heart raced. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. So I simply didn’t say anything hoping they would just move on. 

Now it’s a new day and we’re all standing outside in a plain grass field. The sun shined bright in the sky but the air was cool. Rengoku soon stepped in front of us and a few people walked behind him carrying wooden swords on their backs. 

“Today, we will be sparing with each other. You will be able to gauge what specific things you would need to work on after this training. Everyone, pick a partner and grab a sword,” Rengoku announced. 

My heart beat quickened as I looked around. Everyone seemed to look past me as they found their individual partners. I tightened my jaw and walked to get myself a wooden sword. There was bound to be someone left, right? 

Once I grabbed a sword a familiar voice spoke, “You will be my partner.” 

I looked toward the voice and my eyes widened as Rengoku stood beside me with a smile on his face. He wants to train with me? Shouldn’t he train with one of the other Hashira? My mind itched for me to ask him why? 

Out of all the talented people here, why me? I wouldn’t be a challenge for you. Not even a warm up. For heaven’s sake, you’re a Hashira. There is an obvious difference in skill level between you and me. But the familiar tightness of my throat stopped me from speaking. So, I swallowed back my words and nodded my head. 

His white teeth came from behind his lips as his smile widened, “Great! Let’s practice.” 

During the fight, most of the time, Rengoku just blocked my blows so I made it my goal to get past his defense. At times I did but he just simply dodged me. It was weirdly frustrating. Seeing that he was able to have a completely normal conversation with anyone and he was able to avoid and block my attacks. As if I didn’t train for years. Apparently my frustration got the better of me because I almost slipped. I quickly regained my composure and continued fighting. 

Our training soon ended and I went to clean everyone’s uniforms, since it was my turn. The sun had already set as I walked into the building. I sighed as clothes were spread everywhere. Did they just throw their clothes off? Were they that excited to go to the hotspring? 

I made my way inside and began picking up the uniforms off the floor. A sharp squeak filled the room and I quickly looked toward the door. Rengoku stood in the doorway, his eyes landing on me. 

“Hello,” he greeted. 

I stared at him. What was he doing here? Shouldn’t he be at the hotsprings or something?

“You did an amazing job at training today.” 

I looked away from him and placed more clothes into my arms. He doesn’t have to lie. 

“Your footwork was great as well. You also handled your sword better than most.” 

I frowned as I grabbed another clothed item. Does he think I’m stupid or something? I was there during my training and I wasn’t amazing in the least. Something developed deep within my core. 

“Your breath work was the most-,” 

I quickly turned toward him, “My b-breathing was l-l-laughable. And my foot-footwork was terrible. I sl-slipped too many times. I-In a-a real fight, I-I would be dead. I need to work on everything.” 

I tightened my hold on the clothes as I realized how much came out of my mouth. 

Rengoku blinked at me but kept his smile, “So you’re a perfectionist. I can relate.” 

My throat tightened as I turned away from him and made my way to the large hamper to the back of the room. Of course he responds in the most casual way possible as if I didn’t just yell at him. Why does he have to be so-so… I dropped the clothes inside the hamper and turned around only to walk right into Rengoku’s chest. I tried backing away but my foot caught on something. Before I could fall, Rengoku swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist and held me flushed against him. 

Heat traveled up my cheeks as I noticed how warm his body was against the cold air. The constant smile on his face was no longer there as it was now replaced with wide eyes and raised brows. I’ve never seen that expression on his face before. 

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

His eyes searched over me and my heart raced. Tingles went up my spine as his hold around me tightened. 

 “I meant what I said. Your fighting skills were amazing. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” his voice vibrated inside his chest.

His smile returned, “I wanted to ask you if you would help me teach tomorrow’s class?” 

My body stiffened. Had he not noticed my stuttering earlier? How I try to avoid talking to everyone as much as possible. Even now I don’t say anything. Does he not find it strange? My throat tightened as I thought about how to explain my predicament to him. How my social anxiety wasn’t mild but could turn severe under the right circumstances. 

“Your breathing techniques are excellent. Even now you’re controlling your breathing with great precision. I want the others to have the same skill even though theirs might not end up as good as yours.” 

I have to control my breathing. If I don't, who knows how many panic attacks I might have. That moment, I recalled my mother and how she always helped through one of those. Controlling my breathing is the only thing that reminds me of her and keeps me together. 

I turn my head away from him, trying to work up the courage to reject his offer. Just say, I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t-

“You don’t have to speak, if that’s what you’re worried about?” 

I quickly looked back at him and his expression stayed the same. 

“You don’t like talking right? That’s fine. I can do all of the explaining. You’ll just be demonstrating.” 

I stared into his yellow-red eyes. Why is he so perfect? Most people who came across me simply thought that I was an introvert or shy and thought the only thing they had to do was find a subject that I liked and I would start rambling. But Rengoku was the one who knew that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with speaking to people. With socializing in general. I’m reminded at how close I am to him. His hand is still steady on my waist, my body is still closely pressed into his, and his fiery eyes are still swimming into mine. Patiently waiting for a response. 

My cheeks burned as I nodded my head, “Okay,” I said in a low voice. 

“Really? That’s great. You won’t regret it.” 

I stayed quiet as he slowly slid his hand off my waist, “I’ll help you with your chores tonight.” 

He walked passed me to the large hamper and lifted it up with one hand. What is he-

“Y-you don’t have t-to,” I quickly let out. 

“Think of it as a thank you for helping me tomorrow,” he began walking to the door but stopped beside me. 

He looked at me as he spoke, “Your voice is very lovely.” 

A dark blush dusted his cheeks as I stared at him. No one has told me that before. He quickly looked away from me and cleared his throat. 

“We should get these clothes to the laundry room,” he began walking again. 

I’m reminded of how his energy is inviting and calm. How he can melt even the most iciest heart. How he somehow had me talk without feeling like I was forced to. He’s so perfect and he thinks my stuttering voice is nice. That has to count for something, right? 

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Becoming Better | Chapter 2

Summary: When the world is feeling like it's crashing down onto Endeavor, a lady he meets at a flower shop ends up pulling him back to reality. After running into each other a couple of times, their meetings end up turning into a friendship and eventually into something more.

Warnings: None

A/N: I promise there won’t be any cheating involved in this story. The links to AO3 and Wattpad will be in the masterlist once I post it.

Birds chirped as the morning breeze blew on my face. I closed my eyes and took in a breath. The aroma of plants filled my senses as the muscles in my back and hands relaxed. I repositioned myself from my knees and into Indian style across the blue blanket. I intertwined my fingers together and pushed my hands away from me. My fingers popped as the sun rose from the horizon. I brought my hands to my knees and closed my eyes, letting the sunlight and heat kiss my face. 

The light and heat that touched my face disappeared, and I blinked my eyes open. The sun that I thought disappeared was blocked by a person. I continued to blink and my eyes widened as I recognized the familiar face. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” The tall man commented. 

“Neither did I,” I whispered.

I stared up at Endeavor and I examined his unfamiliar attire. He was dressed in red jogger shorts and a loose black t-shirt. 

Out of all places, Endeavor just so happens to appear here. What are the chances? Am I just imagining things? 

My heartbeat increased as Endeavor took the black towel that hung around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead. 

Endeavor looked down at me, “What are you doing here . . . If you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Ah-Well, I’m-uh-taking a break from my work. It’s my off day, so I decided to do something that would be a bit relaxing since working on plants kinda hurts my back and hands.” I explained as I mentally scolded myself for talking too much. 

Endeavor nodded, “I see.”

“What about you?” 

“I just finished my morning run. It warms me up before having to go to work.” Endeavor explained.

“Ah, that makes sense. Do you come here often?”

“Yes, actually every day, it helps calm me. How about you?” 

“No, this is actually my first time here,” I answered. 

Endeavor nodded, and a brief silence came between us. 

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt your rest day, I’ll be going now.” Endeavor turned his back to me. 

My heart raced, “WAIT!”  

Endeavor looked over his shoulder and heat rose toward my cheeks as I realized how loud I was. 

“You can join me if you want to.” I invited. 

Endeavor narrowed his eyes at me. 

“Its-Its just that I-uh-I made too much food for myself. I know I won’t be able to finish it by myself and I don’t want the food to go to waste. I know that it wasn’t smart of me to make so much food for myself but I wouldn’t mind sharing.” I blurted. 

Why do I have to be so talkative? I bet he’s already annoyed with me by now.

My heart skipped when Endeavor turned toward me. Is he really?

Endeavor glanced at his watch. You’re an idiot, Endeavor is a Pro-Hero. He’s too busy saving people to hang around with just one of his fans. He just said that he was doing his morning workout before he went to work. 

I closed my eyes as my heart sank, “I’m sorry, you’re probably too busy-,” 

“I have time.” Endeavor interrupted me. 

My eyes widened, “Huh?”

Endeavor already made himself onto the grass, took off his shoes, and made his way beside me on the blue blanket. He copied my sitting position, trying to take as little room as possible. 

I looked up at him and noticed how he towered over me even while sitting, “Endeavor, you really don’t have to. I don’t want to be a bother.” 

“You’re not, I actually have to cook when I get home, so this will save more time if I eat here instead.” Endeavor's blue eyes seemed to brighten as the sun shined on him. 

I looked down at the food basket, “Okay.” 

I opened the basket that sat between us and pulled out sandwiches that were cut into triangles, fruits, chips, and water and placed them on the blanket.

“You can take anything you like,” I added.

Endeavor grabbed himself one of the triangle sandwiches from the many sandwich trays. I took a strawberry from the large bowl and bit into it. My heart continued to race as the sweetness enveloped my mouth. I peeked at Endeavor while he took one bite of the sandwich, chewing it whole. 

“Your sandwiches are good.” Endeavor reached for another. 

I looked back at the strawberry in my hand taking note of how the color of the strawberry matched Endeavor’s hair, “Thank you, Endeavor,” I smiled. 

I can’t believe Endeavor is sitting with me! I reached for another strawberry while I swiftly searched the park. I feel like this is somehow illegal. I mean, how often does a fan get to eat with their favorite hero alone?

“Thank you, ma’am, for the flowers the other day.” I felt Endeavor’s gaze on me. 

I grinned up at him, “Of course, I’m happy to help and my name is Violet not ma’am,” I chuckled. 

“Very well Ms. Violet.” 

I bit my lip as the morning chirps filled the silence between us. 

“Uh-How was-I mean who were the flowers for?” 

Endeavor paused before answering, “They were for my wife, I should have apologized to her a long time ago.” Endeavor looked off into the distance. 

That’s right Endeavor is married. Who else would he give those flowers to? 

I watched as Endeavor’s eyebrows knitted together. Shoot. I should change the subject. 

I searched my brain for different topics to mention, “Endeavor, I wanted to thank you for saving my family.” 

He looked at me, “I save a lot of people, when was it?” 

“It was last year, our apartment building was burning down and the rest of my family was still inside. None of my family members had strength or water-based quirks. So, I was a bit on edge when I found out they still haven’t made it out yet. But before the building came down you had flown into one of the windows and within seconds, you flew right back out with my whole family in your arms.” I smiled. 

“Do you mean the family with a large range of hair colors?” Endeavor asked. 

“Yes! I was so happy and relieved you had saved all of them.” I answered. 

He really remembered them. 

“You really don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my job and besides I’m sure any hero would have gone into the burning building if they knew someone was inside.” Endeavor commented. 

I frowned, “Not any hero. There were heroes there that didn’t go inside because it was too hot. Which I don’t blame them but you still went inside, despite the fact it was hot and you didn’t have a water-based quirk you still went inside and saved my family. If you weren’t there, my family would not be here right now.” I looked down at my lap. 

“I see then forget everything I just said and please accept my humblest apologies. I didn’t know how much of an impact I’ve had on you and your family’s lives.” 

“It’s okay and you don’t have to apologize, in a way it lets me know that you're not a hero just for the fame.” I forced a smile up at him. 

I grabbed a sandwich from the tray and I looked down at the grass as my previous excitement left my body. I could tell that the grass was recently cut just by the blunt ends. 

“Do you own that plant shop?” 

I glanced back at Endeavor, “Yes, how did you know?” 

“Well, I’ve only seen you work in that store and you seem to have a love for plants.” Endeavor answered. 

“I do have a love for plants. I actually have 3 plant children at home. One is a cactus, the other is a peace lily, and the other is an orchid.”

“I never knew people had plants for children,” Endeavor said bluntly. 

The familiar heat began to rise toward my cheeks. It’s not weird to have plants for children, right? They’re pretty much my babies. 

“Then does that mean you have a plant-based quirk?” 

“Ah, no. I am actually quirkless.” 

Endeavor’s eyes widened, “Oh.” 

“But my sister actually has a plant-based quirk.” I forced a smile. 

Why did he react that way? I know being quirkless isn’t really looked good upon but it doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just who I am. 

“She’s actually a hero too except she’s part of the rescue team,” I added. 

“Is any of your other family members heroes too?”

“No, just my sister. Our parents were happy to hear that she wanted to become a hero since no one else in our family did before.” 

“Why is that?” 

“Well, that’s because everyone in my family has their own set of quirks. My whole family is kinda known for contributing to society in some type of way. Some are in the criminal justice field while others are in the medical field. And since I don’t have any quirks, I guess I’m the only one not really doing society any justice.” I lowered my voice. 

I am the youngest of all my siblings and the only one without any special abilities. Out of everyone even me, my parents were the most devastated once they found out I was quirkless. 

“Ms. Violet, you’re doing more than you think.” Endeavor stared into my eyes. 

“Every time you thank me for something or even just look up to me, it ignites a fire underneath me to keep me pushing forward and to do my best with my hero work.”

My eyes widened as fire sparked from his chin and under his nose. 

“Even just simply meeting you the other day has impacted me more than I could imagine and I am sure that you have positively impacted much more people than just me even your family. So, don’t look down on yourself.” 

Fire enveloped Endeavor’s lower half of his face in the shape of a beard and a mustache. It was the same when he was in his hero outfit. My heart raced inside my chest as I gaped at him. I don’t know what to say to that. 

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Congratulations on getting 50 followers! For the Spreading Love event, can I get Sanji + Body Curves please?

You're Perfect | Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 1,218

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Sanji always somehow knows how to make people feel better.

Prompt: Sanji + Body Curves

Author Notes: Thank you and I hope you like the one-shot. This one-shot is based on my 50+ follower event. Feel free to check it out if you're interested.

I stretched up toward the top of the bookshelf hoping to grab the book I finally found in the bookstore. It was supposed to be about all the animals at the Grand Line and how their ecosystem functioned. The question is who would put the thickest hardback book on the top shelf instead of the bottom? 

Before my fingers could touch the book, it was pulled from the shelf. I blinked and quickly turned around. My heart skipped as Sanji held the book in his hands. He smiled at me and I could have sworn my heart twirled.

“Here Sweetie, I didn’t want the book to mistakenly fall on you,” he moved the book toward me. 

As I took it our fingers brushed and a tingle went up my arm, “Thank you. I thought you went with Zoro.” 

He placed his hands inside his pants pocket, “I did but mosshead got himself lost again. I didn’t feel like looking for him so I decided to look for you instead.” 

I held the book in front of my chest as Sanji’s blue eyes looked down at me. 

“Oh, well I’m sure he’ll make his way back to the ship. He seems to always do.” 

“You’re right, that does seem to weirdly happen. Are you going to buy this book? What’s it about?” 

As I explained the basis of the book, Sanji’s eyes began to slowly lower towards my mouth. I kept explaining despite the nerves pushing up from my stomach. His eyes soon were set on my body, I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where. Why is he staring at me like that? Do I look weird? I thought I put on a more flattering outfit than my old clothes. Sanji blinked and quickly looked back at my eyes. A light blush dusted his cheeks as I finished explaining. 

He stepped closer to me, “Do you think it says anything about the marine life there?” 

“It might. You can take a look at it too if you want.” 

“I would like that,” Sanji slipped his hands out of his pockets and placed them on my waist. 

My heart raced inside my chest as he leaned closer to me. I closed my eyes, tightening my hold against the book hoping to feel his—Sanji’s thumb slipped up shirt and brushed against the fats of my lower stomach. I opened my eyes and turned my head away from him. I lowered my eyes, now realizing how his hands were around the weight that recently developed and hasn’t left me in the past few weeks. 

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Sanji asked.

The thumb that was underneath the edges of my shirt began to move circles into the softness of my skin. A tingle went up my spine but my mind raced with unpleasant thoughts. 

“No, I’m fine. It’s just…” 

I stared down at his hands trying to find an excuse on why I suddenly don’t feel good enough for him to touch me. 

“Sweetie, am I making you uncomfortable?” 

I lifted my head towards him and his eyebrows knitted together. Sanji’s hands slid down and off my waist but before he could place his hands back inside his pockets, I quickly caught one of them. 

“No that’s not it. I just got nervous and-,” I stopped myself as I stared into Sanji’s blue eyes. 

He looked confused but stayed quiet leaving me room to properly explain. I bit the inside of my lip as I wondered how he would react to my words. 

“Are you not bothered?” 

Sanji blinked at me, “By what?” 

I swallowed, “By the new weight I gained?” 

“I guess I noticed a few new curves that you didn’t have before but-,” Sanji frowned, “Do you not like…how you look?” 

“It’s just I don’t want anyone to think that I’m getting lazy or unhealthy-,” 

Sanji quickly spoke, “Unhealthy? You can run faster and longer than Usopp. Without you Luffy would be eating nothing but meat. You’re the last person I would think of as unhealthy.” 

I looked down and squeezed Sanji’s hand, “But what will other people think of me? With the way I’m starting to look, people might feel different around me.” 

Sanji stayed quiet for a moment, “Are you starting to feel negative about your appearance? Do you want to change?” 

Sanji squeezed my hand as I thought about his question. I recalled looking at the roundness of my waist, how my inner thighs now touched, and how my arms were more soft instead of solid. I didn’t think anything of it at first, just simply thought of it as my body changing. But as I observed Zoro’s never changing muscular frame, Robin’s flat waist, and Sanji’s amazingly toned body the doubts started to creep in. I just want to look like I belong. That I belong with the Strawhat pirates, and with Sanji. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to skip a meal every now and then. Just until I get back to my old self.” 

Sanji frowned, “I’m going to tell you something that happened to me when I was a kid. I was on a ship that sunk and I ended up stranded on a large rock with an old man. I only had enough food for a couple of weeks but after that I starved for the rest of the 7 weeks. It was a horrible experience but it taught me to appreciate every meal I was given.” 

Sanji placed his hand underneath my chin and lifted my head, “Sweetie, as long as I am alive I will make sure that you will never skip a single meal. Your body may be changing but the way I feel about you hasn’t changed.” 

Sanji’s cheeks turned pink, “I-If anything I feel more strongly than before.” 

My cheeks started to warm up and Sanji’s cheeks turned red as he kept speaking, “Every single curve you’ve developed reminds me of how I’m doing my job and how perfectly healthy you are. I love every single part of you. You’re perfect beyond measure.” 

My heart skipped at his words as his blue eyes stared into my own. What did I do to deserve someone like him? Out of everyone he’s the perfect one. 

Sanji cleared his throat, “And if anyone thinks otherwise then I’ll make sure to kick them where the sun doesn’t shine.” 

I smiled up at him.

“But it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks or even what I think. What matters is if you feel comfortable about yourself. And if you don’t then-,” 

“Thank you, Sanji.” I interrupted him, “I don’t necessarily feel 100% fine about my new appearance but I’m still comfortable in my own skin. And with you expressing how you feel makes me want to appreciate my body more.” 

I tightened my hold on Sanji’s hand, “And I love you too.” 

Butterflies flew inside my stomach at my own words as Sanji’s face turned a rose red and a trickle of blood slid out his nose. He quickly turned his head away saying a quick apology while trying to wipe away the blood from his nose. 

My heart raced as I stepped closer to him and pressed my lips to his cheek. Sanji froze and visibly swallowed hard. 

“Sweetie, you’re m-making me a little nervous.” 

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Falling Hard | Luffy x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,009

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Going clothing shopping with Luffy isn't as fun as it seems.

Prompt: Luffy + Dark Skin

Author Notes: This one-shot is based on my 50+ follower event. Feel free to check it out if you're interested. This is my first time writing for Luffy, so I hope you all enjoy the story.

I looked myself over in the mirror and stared at the beautiful bright blue dress. I saw Nami wear something similar and it was stunning on her but on me it looked out of place. It stood out against my dark skin complexion, a complete contrast. 

“Are you done yet? I’m so bored.” 

My heart sunk as I heard Luffy’s voice. I thought bringing Luffy along would help me with my confidence and maybe get a reaction out of him but now I’m even more nervous. I sighed as I went to take off the dress.

“If you can’t decide then just come out and let me see.” 

I froze at Luffy’s suggestion. It’s not like he knows anything about fashion. If anything he’ll just laugh at me cause how ridiculous I look. 

“Come on out already,” Luffy wined. 

I bite my lip as I’m reminded of the fact that he’s my captain and I should probably do what he says. 

“You promise not to laugh?” I asked. 

Luffy stayed quiet for a moment, “Sure, I won’t laugh.” 

I slowly placed my hand on the curtain and my heart raced as I slid the curtain open. What would he think? How would he react? This is a bad idea isn't it? 

Luffy sat slouched in the chair with his arms crossed. Clearly not enjoying himself in the clothing store. I stayed still as his eyes landed on me. My mind raced with thoughts as his face stayed blank. At least he didn’t laugh. 

“What's wrong with it?” Luffy asked. 

“It doesn’t suit me. Doesn’t it look weird? I look nothing like Nami.” I lowered my voice toward the end. 

“Well of course you don’t look like Nami,” Luffy stood up from his chair and made his way towards me. 

I straightened my back as he stood in front of me and looked me over. Heat crawled toward my cheeks as he leaned in closer. I stood completely still. 

“It looks like a normal dress to me,” Luffy tilted his head. 

My shoulders slumped at his comment. Of course he doesn’t get it. He’s Luffy after all. 

“Yes, I know. It’s just that I want to look nice. Kind of like Nami and Robin. But I’m not-,” I cut myself off and looked off to the side. 

“You’re not what?” 

I bit my tongue and Luffy continued to stare at me waiting for me to continue. He wouldn’t understand. I’m sure he doesn’t even think about stuff like this. If anything he’ll just get confused and laugh it off. 

Luffy blinked, “You’re not what? Tell me.” 

My mouth went dry and my heart swelled as Luffy stared curiously at me with his dark brown eyes. His thin brows began to frown as I kept quiet. His raspy voice called my name and words spilled from my mouth. 

“I’m not pretty.”

I looked down at my feet, “Nami and Robin are so pretty and beautiful. Their skin practically goes with anything they wear while mine is dull and dark and contrasts with everything I wear.” 

I looked at the back of my hands, “I wish I was born with a lighter skin tone.” 

Then maybe I could actually gain some confidence and confess my feelings. 

Luffy stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke, “But you’re already super pretty.” 

I quickly snapped my head up at him and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Did he just say I was pretty? 

He formed a smile, “For a second there I thought it was something serious.” 

“This is serious. I constantly think-,” 

Luffy interrupted me by placing the palms of his cool hands and on the sides of my cheeks. Heat rushed toward my face at the sudden contact. 

“Don’t think like that. The color of your skin is what makes you who you are. That’s one of the things I like about you. And if you don’t believe me just ask Sanji.” 

Luffy likes my skin complexion? He thinks I’m pretty? Am I imagining things? Luffy’s dark eyes stared directly into my own as his cool breath brushed across my face. My heart banged against my rib cage asking to be released so it can rest inside the chest of the man before me. I took in a breath to settle my heart. There’s no way he meant it like that. 

“Luffy, it’s not that simple. You can’t just tell me . . . Compliment me and expect me not to feel these feelings anymore.” 

“Why not? It’s the truth.” 

My face felt hot. I don’t know how much of his bluntness I can take. His proximity is enough already. 

“You may think that but it doesn’t mean that I believe it.” 

Luffy frowned at me. 

I cleared my throat and lightly grabbed onto his wrists, “It’s my own problem. You don’t have to worry about it.” I tried pulling his hands away from my face but his hands kept steady against my cheeks. 

He began to lean in toward me and I quickly called his name but he kept quiet. My body grew hot as I looked down at his lips expecting him to do the impossible. Hoping he would do the impossible. The tip of his nose pressed against mine and I quickly looked back up into his eyes. 

“Whoever made you feel this way about yourself I’m going to kick their butt.” 

His breath brushed against my lips and a tingle shot up my spin. My heart swelled at his words. 

“But since I’m your captain now, I'll just have to help you think better about yourself. And you can’t refuse, this is something that I decided to do personally.” 

He smiled at me. In my mind I was conflicted, he shouldn’t have to take on my problem but in my heart I felt grateful to have a great captain. If only he wasn’t this kind, outspoken, and selfish then maybe I wouldn’t have fallen so hard for him. 

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50 Followers Event

Thank you everyone for getting me to over 50 followers. I know that this might not be a milestone for everyone but it is for me. I’ve been posting for at least a year now and it's been a fun journey so far. This little hobby of mine helps bring joy into my life and keeps me going. So I thank you all for supporting me along this journey and to celebrate I will be hosting my first event!!

We could have the most supportive parents and even the most loving friends but that doesn’t stop us from developing insecurities. Whether it's a physical trait or an inability to do something.

Whether it came from someone directly like a bully or indirectly like models on a magazine. It’s something that most people go through and not easily resolved but it helps to have someone around who loves us fully with or without our insecurities. 

I will be creating one-shots/scenarios. (Headcannons are not really my specialty). There will not be a word limit, but it will be longer than 100 words. 

Please take a look at my request rules before requesting.  Please only request one character at a time. But feel free to request as many as you want.  All works will be SFW. (I will put warnings if I think it’s needed)  All requests will have a gender neutral reader. (Just to keep things simple) 

How to participate: 

You can send a request through my Ask box(it can be anonymous) or in the comments below. 

When you request, please use a prompt. It will consist of a character and a type of insecurity. 

Example: Luffy + Darker Skin Tone (P.S. I’m already doing this one) 

For something a little extra, you can also add a quote. Such as: "Who did this to you?" 

If you have an idea for a different insecurity, feel free to add it. 

Fandoms Included: One Piece, My Hero Academia, and Demon Slayer 

Status: Closed

Deadline: Oct 7, 2025

Prompt List 

Curly Hair

Imposter Syndrome 

Body Curves

Dark Skin

Fear of Lonelines 

Tall

Wrinkles

Body Hair 

Fear of dependency

Trust Issues 

Acne 

Social Anxiety 

Quote (This is Optional) 

“You feel like home.” 

“Who did this to you?”

“You are mine.”

“You complete me.”

“I waited a long time for this.”

“You’re the reason I believe in love.” 

Additional Example: Tanjiro + Wrinkles + “You feel like home.” 

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Becoming Better | Chapter 1

Summary: When the world is feeling like it's crashing down onto Endeavor, a lady he meets at a flower shop ends up pulling him back to reality. After running into each other a couple of times, their meetings end up turning into a friendship and eventually into something more.

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm finally starting this series. Technically, this is a repost, but I edited this chapter some more. This is also being posted on Ao3 and Wattpad. I'll add the links to them later on.

Endeavor POV

I made my way into the store’s open door and the aroma of plants filled my senses. The sun shined through the windows, exposing the colorful flowers that dressed the shop. It was as if they were telling me everything would be fine but I couldn’t help but wonder if it was just the part of me that was still hopeful. The part of me that thought everything would soon work itself out, but I knew that was a lie. It was just wishful thinking. 

I clenched my jaw as my footsteps filled the silence, and I stopped at the front desk. In order for things to be right, I have to pay for what I’ve done. 

“Excuse me, is anyone here?” 

“Oh, I’ll be right with you, sir.” A soft voice answered. 

I crossed my arms and waited for the woman to make her appearance known.

Honestly, I wouldn’t blame her if she decided not to accept my request.

“How can I help you, sir?” 

I turned toward the woman's voice and found her standing behind me with a small smile on her face and pink flower petals stuck in her curly ponytail. Her skin complexion was darker than mine and she was shorter than me like most people. Once her brown eyes connected with my blue ones, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. 

That’s an interesting reaction.

“I wanted to get a bouquet for someone.” I started.

The woman quickly gathered her composure and I continued, “I don’t want it to seem romantic, just something that says thank you and I’m sorry.” I lowered my voice at the end of my request.

The woman grabbed her chin and looked off to the side. I frowned.

I knew it. Of course, she wasn’t going to take my request. Why would anyone want to help a horrible father? 

The woman looked back at me and her eyebrows raised, “I think I have an idea. Um, could you please follow me?” 

Before I could respond, she pivoted and walked to the corner of her shop. I followed her and made my way through rows of flowers. The woman stopped in front of bold-colored flowers that were in full bloom. 

The woman grabbed a blue flower from the rack, “I think the best flowers for this occasion would be iris flowers. They represent hope and faith. What do you think of them?” 

I unfolded my arms and took the flower from her hands. The petals of the flower were spread open revealing the pistil. The flower seemed to calm my thoughts and my body relaxed. I handed the flower back to the woman. 

“I like it,” I stated. 

A smile stretched across her lips, “That’s great, I’ll add more to the bouquet in order for it to complement each other and give a greater meaning. Would you like the bouquet made today?” 

“Yes,” I answered. 

Her smile widened further, “Okay.” The woman turned to the irises and grabbed more. 

Why is she helping me? She didn’t just grab a few flowers, but she intentionally thought about the meaning of them. Perhaps she was just afraid of me, as most people are. 

“Thank you for doing this for me.” 

“Of course.” The woman said. 

I made my way back to the front desk, and I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair. 

Even if she did it because she was afraid of me it was still nice of her to create a meaning bouquet. I barely deserve this much. The things that I’ve done cannot be forgiven nor can it be fixed. Abusing my children and wife, I deserve every bit of their hatred. That’s why I have to make up for it, for the rest of my life. 

The woman walked behind the register and showed me the bouquet, “What do you think?” 

The bouquet was filled with blue irises with a touch of white roses and greenery. 

 “I like it, it’s beautiful,” I told her. 

“Thank you.” The woman handed me the bouquet, and she began typing away at her computer. 

As the woman typed she would repeatedly look at me in the corner of her eye and back at her computer. Is she reconsidering taking my order?

“What is it? Why do you keep looking at me?” 

“Oh uh, I didn’t mean to. I just thought I could ask you something but it’s not-”

“What would you like to ask me?” 

Perhaps it’s about Dabi. 

The woman looked off to the side and grabbed her arm. “Um well, I-uh-just wanted to ask if . . . I could possibly get your autograph?” The woman’s voice lowered. 

I knitted my eyebrows, “My autograph?” 

The woman looked at me as she nodded her head, and I clenched my jaw. Once the woman noticed my silence she began to speak more clearly. 

“You don’t have to, you’re just my favorite Hero and I really feel like I’m in a dream right now and-”

“I don’t deserve your admiration.” I interrupted her. 

“Haven’t you heard of the things I did? The trauma and pain I caused can not be forgiven. I am no hero.” 

The woman held her head down, “Oh, I’m sorry. That was selfish of me. I heard about the story from your son. I should have been more considerate of what you’re going through right now.” 

Why is she apologizing? Shouldn’t she be angry at me?

The woman lifted her head and looked into my eyes, “But, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like that.” 

My eyes widened at her statement, “What?”

“I’ll admit that what you did was wrong, but that doesn’t make you a villain. You didn’t intentionally do those things.” 

I frowned, “But the things I did are unfor-” 

“They are forgivable. I’m sure people have already forgiven you. Nobody is perfect. I have done things I thought were unforgivable and yet the people that I’ve hurt have forgiven me and I have forgiven myself.” 

“But for me to treat my family so terribly, I . . .” I paused. 

The woman sighed, “Endeavor, we all do things we regret but part of life is not about trying not to make mistakes. It’s about realizing our mistakes and changing to become better.” 

Who is this woman? Does she happen to also be a therapist? But is she right? Am I just bathing in my own self-loathing? I know I need to make up for the things I’ve done. But to change, to become a better father, husband, and a better hero? Of course, I needed to change and I can start now with this woman. 

I took a deep bow, “Thank you, ma’am, for giving me your wisdom.”

“You don’t have to bow. I was just ranting if anything.” The woman blurted. 

I came up from my bow, “Now about that autograph.” 

Brightness came back to her features, and a smile tugged at my lips. 

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Flirting | Gojo x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,020

Synopsis: Gojo flirts with a woman who has a resting-mean face.

Warnings: None

Author Notes: I had this scenario in my head for a while. I feel like it could have been written better but I still wanted to post it. I'm still learning about Gojo's character. If you liked the short fanfic, please Like, Reblog, and Comment your thoughts.

Gojo POV

I walked out of the building as my 3 students followed behind me. 

“Where are we going, sensei?” Itadori asked. 

I looked over my shoulder, “A place where you all will be doing some training. It shouldn’t be too hard since you all have gotten stronger.” I looked back in front of me. 

“Why do I feel like it’s going to be very hard.” Nobara mumbled. 

Once we made it to the track, there was a group of people already there. Students ran across the track while a familiar woman stood on the side with her arms crossed. 

“Is that the new sensei?” Itadori asked. 

“Yeah,” Megumi answered.

Nobara expressed, ”You do not want to get on her bad side. One time I was chewing gum in class and the way she looked at me was so scary I thought she would rip the gum straight out of my mouth.” 

I held back a chuckle as I listened to Nobara’s opinion. People often mistaken her words and actions just because of how her face naturally rested in a mean expression. Before, I once thought she always had a bad attitude or was angry at the world but after being teamed up with her a few times I grew to understand that was just her natural face. 

“Really?” 

Megumi added, “I would have to agree with Nobara. I mistakenly fell asleep in her class the other day and she had me stay after class. She told me to make sure I get enough sleep at night so I don’t miss anything in her class but her expression basically said the next time I fall asleep in her class, I will never wake up again.” 

“Woah, she really does sound scary. Then I’m glad our teacher is Gojo then,” Itadori said.

I turned toward my students and they all nodded in unison. 

I pointed toward myself, “Hm? Do you not think I’m scary?” 

“No.” All three of my students said at the same time. 

“But I’m the most powerful one here?” 

“That doesn’t mean you’re the scariest,” Megumi said. 

“She’s actually not that scary. Once you get to know her. Just watch.” I turned away from my students and began making my way closer to the track. 

Reader POV

I watched my students run across the track. After evaluating them a few times, I noticed that their stamina wasn’t all that great despite their amazing abilities. I told them there goal was to finish 5 laps and to take breaks if needed but ever since they started they haven’t taken one break. In fact, they ran full speed the whole time. 

As much as I appreciate their dedication, I’m going to have to stop them soon. One of them already looks like they're about to pass out. 

Something brushed past my ear, “Hello Beautiful,” a male voice whispered. 

I quickly covered my ear and jumped away from the voice. My heart raced as I turned and recognized the familiar white-haired man. 

Gojo chuckled, “I thought you would have gotten used to that by now.” 

I blinked at him, “And I thought I told you to stop doing that.” 

A smirk spread on his lips, “And why would I do that?” 

I sighed and removed my hand from my ear. Of course, it was Gojo. He’s the only one that would tease me.

I looked up at Gojo, “Why do you keep calling me that? You really shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.” 

Gojo leaned toward me, “You think I’m lying?” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “What else would you be doing?” 

“Wow, you really should improve your confidence. I’m not really one for lying, you know.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Let me put it bluntly, I think you’re very pretty. Not as pretty as me of course but still pretty.” 

My cheeks warmed and I looked away from him. There he goes again. 

Gojo let out a chuckle, “You’re so cute when you blush.” 

My cheeks grew hotter as I continued to not meet his eyes, “And how would you know if I’m blushing? It’s not like you can see it with my skin tone.” 

Gojo lightly grabbed my chin and turned my head toward him, “Well for one, every time you do blush, you always turn away from me.” 

My heartbeat quickened as he leaned closer to me, “Two, your pupils in your eyes tend to expand just slightly, and three . . .”

He paused and I waited for him to answer. How long has he been observing me like this? 

“I think I will keep the last one to myself.” 

“So, you’re able to see all of that with your blindfold on? That’s hard to believe.” 

Gojo removed his fingers from my chin but kept the closeness between us, “I’m able to do a lot of things with this blindfold on and it’s no exception to seeing right through you. Honestly, you’re like an open book to me.” 

Gojo leaned away from me and a smile spread across his face, “You didn’t have to mention my blindfold just so you could see my face, you know.” 

“What? That’s not why I-,” 

“Honestly, you could have just asked and I would have gladly given you a quick glance.” Gojo placed one of his fingers under his blindfold. 

I quickly looked away from him as the blush on my cheeks spread to the rest of my face, “That-That’s not why I-I mentioned your bl-blindfold.” Why am I stuttering?

“Tell you what, I’ll let you see my beautiful face if you let me take you out on a date.” 

“What?” My eyes widened as I looked back at him. He’s doing it again.

 “Shouldn’t you ask someone that you actually like?” 

“How dense can you be? I do like you and not just because you’re pretty. Oh and by the way, I think one of your students just passed out.” Gojo pointed toward the track. 

I turned toward the track and saw one of them lying flat on the ground. I quickly ran toward my student. I thought I told them to take breaks. 

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One Bed | Hobie x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,615

Synopsis: They get stuck in a different dimension.

Warnings: None

Author Notes: While writing this I didn't write any slang or accents and Hobie Brown maybe a little out of character since it was kind of hard writing him. If you liked the short fanfic, please Like, Reblog, and Comment your thoughts. Also, my Requests are currently OPEN.

Water dripped from my glove as I pressed against my watch. Come on, work. I tried opening a portal back to the Spider HQ but the watch kept malfunctioning. I sighed and pulled off my drenched mask. 

“I don’t think it’s working, Love.” 

I lifted my head and glared at Hobie, “Well, maybe it would work if you didn’t drag both of us into the ocean.” 

Hobie raised his eyebrow, “The vampire should have made them waterproof.” Hobie tucked his mask inside of his pocket. 

“I can’t swim you know. I could have drowned.” 

“Why do you think I held onto you the whole time, Love.” 

I squeezed the water out of my mask, “Stop calling me that.” 

“I’ll do whatever I want, Love,” Hobie smirked down at me. 

I ignored him as a gust of wind flew past me. A shiver went up my spine and I crossed my arms. It’s getting cold. 

Hobie walked past me and began making his way toward a sidewalk. 

“Where are you going?” 

“We can’t stay out here, now can we?” 

I stayed quiet and tightened my arms around myself as I began to shiver. I followed Hobie as he went on the sidewalk. I don’t understand why Miguel had me team up with him. 

I caught up to Hobie and looked down at my watch. I began pressing onto it again. 

“What are you trying to do? The thing is busted.” 

“I’m trying to get in contact with Miguel.” As I tried contacting Miguel the watch soon turned off. 

“Come on,” I complained. 

“You really are a goody two shoes, huh?” 

I looked toward Hobie, “I am not.” 

Hobie turned in front of me and began to walk backward, “Then why are you trying to get back to the Vampire so much? You have a crush on him or something?” 

My eyes widened, “What? No. I just want to get back home. Why would you think that?” 

A smirk grew on Hobie’s face, “Because you always do everything he says.” 

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to start any unnecessary drama.” 

“So you like playing it safe. That’s only going to get you so far, Love.” 

“And you never play it safe. I almost could have drowned because of you.” 

“But because of me, you didn’t drown.” 

“And I’m wet and cold.” 

“Which is why I brought us here.” Hobie stopped and looked to his right. 

I stopped in front of him and followed the direction of his eyesight. A hotel building stood beside us. I looked back at Hobie. 

“And how do you expect us to pay for that?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Just watch, Love.” Hobie turned toward the building and walked toward it. 

I followed behind him and wrapped my arms around myself. We walked into the building and goosebumps crawled up my arms. It’s even colder in here. Hobie walked up to the front desk and I waited behind him. 

Hobie began talking to the man at the desk and he pulled some money out of his pocket. The man gave Hobie a key and looked at me. 

“I hope you two have a good night,” the man smiled. 

I frowned as Hobie made his way to me, “Why did he say that to me?” 

“Probably just being nice.” Hobie walked past me and made his way to the room. 

I continued to follow behind him, “Where did you get the money from?” 

“From someone who won’t be needing it.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “You stole didn’t you.” 

Hobie glanced behind his shoulder, “You know me so well, huh Love,” He smirked. 

“Stealing is bad. You’re supposed to be a hero.” 

“I don’t do labels remember. And besides, the man is rich he probably won’t notice that it’s gone.” Hobie looked back in front of him. 

He stopped at the room and unlocked the door. We both stepped inside. The room was a typical hotel room decorated with white and cream colors. 

“I’ll be back. You should head in the shower.” 

I looked toward Hobie, “Where are you going?” 

“Nowhere far. I will be back.” 

I opened my mouth but Hobie quickly left the room before I could say anything. I sighed and walked further into the room. There was a small dining room with a table and two chairs. Next to it was the bathroom. I turned the corner and there was a large bed with cream-colored sheets. I reexamined the area again. 

Why is there only one bed? We both can’t sleep in the bed, right?

***

Hobie POV

I walked back into the hotel with two bags in my hand. I locked the door behind me as the running of the shower filled the air. I walked further into the room. I hope I got the right size for her. I placed her bag of clothes on the bathroom door handle. 

Will she think it’s weird that I bought her clothes? Her whole body was drenched and she started shivering. Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged her into the water. 

The shower was turned off and I walked up to the bathroom door. I took the bag off the door and knocked on it. 

“Yes?” 

“I have some clothes for you.” 

She cracked the door open and popped her head through the crack. I shifted my eyes away from her figure as the towel covering her body came slightly into view. 

“Did you steal them?” She asked. 

A smirk made its way onto my face. There she goes being a goody two shoes. 

“Perhaps but would you rather wear the stolen ones or your wet clothes?” 

She didn’t respond but I felt her hand brush against mine as she took the bag from my hand. She quickly shut the door and I chuckled. I thought so. 

I usually don’t care for how anyone is dressed in front of me. Gwen has walked in front of me with just a towel plenty of times but I never really cared. But for her to do it makes me nervous. If I don’t control myself she may find out that I like her. 

She soon left out of the bathroom and my eyes traced down her figure. The tank top hung loosely around her shoulders and her shorts hugged her hips. Heat crawled up my neck as I met her eyes. 

“How do the clothes fit?” I asked as my hands grew sweaty. 

She slid the strap of her shirt further up her shoulder, “They fit fine.” 

She glanced away from me and crossed her arms, “And thank you . . . for the clothes.” 

A smile formed on my lips, “No problem, Love.”

“Where are we going to sleep?” She pointed toward the bed. 

“What do you mean?” 

“There’s only one bed.” She stated. 

“And what about it.” 

“It’s just  . . . ,” 

My heart dropped, “I can sleep on the floor. If you’re not comfortable.” 

“No it’s not that and besides it’s cold on the floor. I’m just used to sleeping by myself is all.” She looked up at me.

“So am I.” 

“What about-,” She cut herself off. 

“What?” I questioned. 

“Gwen usually stays at your place often so I just thought, you know.” 

I raised an eyebrow at her, “Me and Gwen are just friends. She sleeps over sometimes when she needs to but she’s not sleeping with me.”

“Sorry. I just assumed.” 

“We can talk about this once I take a shower.” 

She nodded at me and I walked into the bathroom. 

***

I walked out of the bathroom and hung my Spiderman outfit on the dining chair. I looked toward the bed and saw her underneath the covers. She was worried over nothing. Her figure shifted from underneath the covers and she let out a groan. I walked toward the bed. What could she be dreaming about?

She let out another groan, “No . . . please.” 

I stopped in front of the bed as her arms stretched out from underneath the covers. “No please don’t hurt him,” her voice wavered. 

I frowned and made my way to her side of the bed. I sat on the edge and lightly shook her shoulder, “Hey, it’s just a dream.” 

Her bottom lip began to quiver as tears fell out of her closed eyes. I continued to shake her as I called her name and her eyes opened. 

“Are you okay, Love?” 

She raised her hands from the bed sheet and onto the sides of my face. What is she-

“Peter? Is that you?” 

I froze as I noticed how her eyes didn’t exactly look at me but through me. She’s still dreaming. 

Her eyebrows began to knit together and her lips curved down, “Peter?” 

What do I do? I stared into her eyes as tears fell from them, “I’m . . . here.” 

“I’m so glad that you’re safe. I thought crocodile killed you. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you. I will listen to you from now on. So, please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you. So, please.” 

I searched my mind to find the words for her, “I’m not going anywhere . . . I’ll always be right here with you.”

“Peter?” 

“Yes?” 

“I love you.” 

My heart skipped at her words, “I-I love you too.” 

A smile grew on her face and heat crawled up my cheeks. “You should go to sleep now.” 

She nodded her head and her eyelids slowly closed. I took her hands from my cheeks and layed them back on the bed. 

She had a Peter. How much did his death affect her? It seems Peter was more than just her family or friend. How could I ever make up for her loss? 

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Secret Reveal | Miles x Female Reader

Word Cout: 1,165

Synopsis: Miles's girlfriend finds out his identity.

Warnings: Panic Attack

Author Notes: My Requests are now OPEN!! Feel free to send me some. I would love that. There is one Spanish phrase in this short story. I used Google Translate for it so it may be inaccurate. If you liked the short fanfic, please like, reblog, and comment your thoughts. I hope you all have a blessed day.

Spanish Words:

Mi Amor = My Love

I knocked on the front door and I waited for someone to answer. The door opened and I smiled at Miles’s mother. 

“Oh, come on in Miles told me that you guys were doing movie night today.” Miles’s mother opened the door further and I entered. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Morales.” 

“Of course. Miles isn’t home yet but you can wait in his room if you would like. You already know where it’s at right?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” I headed toward Miles’s room in the back. 

Me and Miles have been dating for a short while. So, I was a little surprised when he asked to do a movie night with me at his house. Does that mean he wants me to spend the night at his place?  

I stopped in front of Miles's room door. Maybe, he has something planned? I sighed. I shouldn’t overthink it. 

I placed my hand on the doorknob and opened the door. My eyes widened as they made contact with the famous Spider-Man. Spider-Man stood there frozen while his hands were inside of Miles’s drawer. My heart raced inside my chest and I quickly took in a breath but before I could scream, Spider-Man shot his webs at me and the door. He closed the door and pulled me against his chest. He quickly wrapped one of his arms around me and pressed his hand against my mouth. 

“Shhh, please don’t scream. I promise it’s not what it looks like.” Spider-Man whispered. 

I pushed against his chest as I tried to get out of his grip. Why is he holding me like this? I continued to struggle against him but his hold only got tighter. 

“Hey, I promise I’ll let you go. If you promise not to scream, okay?” 

His voice sounds familiar. Spider-Man looked into my eyes and I quickly nodded. 

He slowly removed his hand away from my mouth and unwrapped his arm around my waist. I took a step back and wrapped my arms around myself. 

“What are you doing in my boyfriend’s room?” I looked up at Spider-Man.

Spider-Man’s eyes widened, “Well-uh-you know-um-That’s classified information.” 

I frowned. Why would he be searching in Miles’s drawers? Did something happen to him?

I glanced down at my hands as they began to shake. My heart also began to beat faster than before. It’s not happening again, is it? No, I’m just still shaken up by Spider-Man’s appearance. 

“Right, so-uh I’m going to go. I’ll see you around.” Spider-Man opened the window but before he could leave, I quickly grabbed his wrist. 

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“I told that’s classi-”

“Did something happen to him?” My chest began to tighten 

“There’s nothing to worry about.” 

I tried to take in deep breaths but they came out shaky, “You say that but you were here for a reason right? Where is he? Is he hurt somewhere?” 

“Look, I’m sure you’ll find your answers once I leave.” 

My heart dropped, “Is . . . Is he dead?” 

“What?!” 

I brought my hand toward my chest as it began to squeeze tighter, and my breathing became uneven. My eyes began to burn and Spider-Man quickly moved away from the door and faced me. 

“Hey, calm down.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “You need to control your breathing.” 

I looked toward the ground as tears blurred my vision. Is Miles really gone? What will I do? How will I tell his parents? 

Spider-Man continued to talk to me but his words fell on death's ears. The only person that could help me out of this state was Miles. I am nothing without him. I am a burden. I don’t even know why he likes me. 

Spider-Man removed his hands from my shoulders and placed them on the sides of my face. He quickly tilted my head up and my eyes widened. 

“Miles?” I questioned. My ears began to open up as I saw Miles standing in front of me in Spider-Man’s costume. 

“Yes. It’s me. I’m here and perfectly fine. I promise.” Miles reassured. 

“But-,” My voice caught in my throat as I continued to hyperventilate. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” Miles removed one of his hands away from my face. He gently took one of my hands and placed it on his stomach. 

“Just breathe, okay.” Miles took in a deep breath. 

His stomach expanded underneath the palm of my hand and I tried to follow. 

Miles’s thumb caressed my cheek as he stared into my eyes, “You’re doing great, mi amor.” 

After a short while, the tightness in my chest began to release and I regained control over my breathing. I walked closer to Miles, wrapped my arms around his waist, and placed my head into his chest. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. 

Miles chuckled, “You don’t have to thank me. It’s what I’m supposed to do.” Miles wrapped his arms around me. 

“So you’re Spider-Man?” 

Miles stiffened, “Yeah . . . how do you feel about that?” 

“I’m not really sure yet but at the moment I’m . . . relieved.”

Miles relaxed and tightened his arms around me, “Then at the moment, I’m glad.” 

My mind traveled to my earlier thoughts, “Miles, am I a burden to you?” 

Miles quickly pulled slightly away and looked down at me, “What? Of course not. Why would you ask that?” 

I looked off to the side, “It’s just that you’re constantly helping me with my school work, my passions, and even now with my . . . constant personal problems. But I do nothing to help you. I’m like a leech constantly taking blood.”

“You know, you shouldn’t think of yourself like that. You also do a lot for me too. You may not do things for me physically but you do emotionally. You constantly remind me of who I am, reassure me when I have doubts, and are my biggest supporter.” 

I looked back up at him, “But what about when you had to reveal your secret because of my issues? If I weren’t crazy then none of this would’ve happened.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you my secret the moment I confessed to you. It was eating away at me for a long time now. It may not have been revealed the way I wanted it to but I’m now glad it’s a weight lifted off of my shoulders.” 

“But I’m-,” Miles cut me off by placing his forehead onto mine. 

“You’re my girlfriend. And as your boyfriend, I’m not going to allow you to say any more negative things about yourself especially when they're not true. I didn’t fall for you just because you’re pretty or because you’ll help me with school or being Spider-Man but I fell for you because you complete me. You’re like my home, my anchor, mi amor. You could never be a burden because you constantly fill me with love.” 

Heat crawled up my cheeks as Miles’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he revealed his feelings to me. I opened my mouth, “I . . . I love you too, Miles.” 

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What Makes Miguel O'Hara Blush? | Spider-Verse Headcannon/Scenario

Word Count: 600

Warnings: None

Author Notes: Personally, I'm not much of a Miguel simp but I can definitely see the appeal. If you like this Headcannon please like and reblog the post. I hope you all have a blessed day!

The first thing I want to say is that Miguel is emotionally constipated. Anything romantic that may happen to him, he tends to push the feelings back down or doesn’t know what to do with them. Which leaves him to either ignore the romantic thing or dismiss it. 

Any romantic advances towards him don’t phase him. If someone were to give him any sort of physical affection, he would either let the person get their feelings out or deny or reject the affection. If someone were to give him a gift he would accept it but think nothing more of it. If the person were to complement his physical appearance he would ignore it. It might even make him feel a bit uncomfortable if it wasn’t from his significant other. 

The thing that would make Miguel blush is something more genuine and not seen as anything romantic. For him, I think the thing that would get him to blush is a genuine compliment about who he is. 

Miguel’s POV

I stared at my screens as I replayed the scenes with my daughter. I can’t let something like that happen again. I must protect the multiverse. The doors to my office opened and I quickly changed the screen to the default setting. I turned toward my front doors and examined who came in. 

“Is there something wrong?” I asked. 

My assistant shot her webs on the platform that I stood on and I took a step back as she softly landed on the tall platform. 

“No, not at all. I just wanted to inform you that I completed all of my work before I headed home. Also, I wanted to give you some coffee since I know you tend to work late.” My assistant held out a cup of coffee to me. 

This is new. I grabbed the cup from her hands. “Thank you and I hope you have a good night.” I took a sip of the coffee. How does she know I like black coffee? Did I ever ask her to make me one at some point? 

I looked up from my coffee to find my assistant observing me. 

“Is there anything more you want to tell me?” 

“Well yes actually. I-uh,” 

I waited for her to gather her thoughts. 

“I know other people may have told you this already. So, I may sound like a broken record.” She fidgeted with her hands. 

I frowned. Does she also have something critical to say to me? Like how I’m too strict or that I need to smile more. 

“I just wanted to say that I really appreciate what you’re doing for us. I’m thankful that you took your time and life to make sure that our universes stays intact and safe. I admire your dedication and hard work. And I hope that you get everything that you desire out of this.” My assistant smiled. 

I tightened my grip on my cup as something erupted from the pit of my stomach. Something light and feathery, almost like a tickle. Butterflies. My cheeks warmed and I took another sip of my coffee. I looked back at my assistant and her eyes gazed into mine. Butterflies flowed through my stomach again and the warmness from my cheeks rose toward my ears. I glimpsed to the side and cleared my throat. 

“Well-uh . . . Thank you . . . for letting me know,” I sipped my coffee again. 

“You're welcome and I hope you also have a good night.” 

I heard her swing off of my platform and I let out a breath. That hasn’t happened in a while. 

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Author's Note

Hello everyone, I am BACK!! I apologize for not being active and not letting you all know why I disappeared. First, I want to say that I am perfectly fine and the reason I wasn't posting was because I started college and I underestimated how much work college classes can give you. Even so I was able to pass all of my classes which I am very happy about.

Now that it's Summer, I can go back to writing my stories. I have been having so many ideas build up and I can't wait to write them and let you all read them. But my plan is to first finish the Becoming Better Series (It was supposed to be 5 Chapters, but it's been extended to 15 to 20 Chapters). Then go back to writing One-Shots / Scenarios of the ideas I created and open up my writing Requests again. I'm hoping during this summer that I will write and post a lot more than I was before.

I also want to Thank everyone that have still been liking, reblogging, and reading my stories during my disappearance. I am hoping that when the new college semester starts, I will be able to still write and post stories on here.

As always, I hope you all have a Blessed Day!!

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Hello I was wondering if you write for male reader? I read through your rules and only saw that you "prefer" to write for f!reader, so is it possible to write for male reader? Or is it just not aloud?

Sorry if this made you uncomfortable

I don’t mind writing for a male reader I just prefer to write for a female reader because I’m a female myself.

And this did not make me feel uncomfortable, feel free to ask anything you’re curious about. 😌

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The Other Woman

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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.

Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!Reader

Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel

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A/N: Hi! I don’t really write at all!!

I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So I’m excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since it’s my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Honestly tbh we all don’t have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please don’t get mad about the inaccuracies.

I love a good angst and today’s story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!

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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didn’t know.

You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.

Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.

“Where’s the spider?” He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldn’t focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.

“I don’t know, it like died after it bit me!” You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.

“Dios mío no me digas eso…” He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. “That spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now you’re a spider-man.”

And the rest is history…

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You learned that the man was Miguel O’Hara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.

Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that can’t be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.

Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.

What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain he’d went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.

You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Miguel couldn’t look at you.

“When did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?” You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.

You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.

“You did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.” Was all he replied.

“Who is she?” Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldn’t leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didn’t need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.

“Does she have another version of your daughter?” You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You weren’t stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldn’t just walk out on you with a lie.

“No.” He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. “She is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and she’s not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-it’s a chance for me to start at the very beginning.”

You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesn’t have a child yet… Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.

“What about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?” You didn’t understand how this was happening.

He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?

“This is different.” He turned away from you. “I pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on you…” He knew that this was going to tear you apart. “I learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that won’t disrupt anything.”

It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.

You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldn’t drop everything for it.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasn’t making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-you’s not so long ago.

You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.

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It didn’t take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.

His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you weren’t assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a “Call for Y/N!” In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.

It wasn’t until a new woman showed up in Miguel’s office with a grip around his waist. That’s when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.

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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldn’t stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you weren’t from there.

You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him… That’s when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.

Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.

“He’s on a mission right now.” Peter spoke up. “It might be a long one too but don’t waste anytime just incase.”

You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.

The last stop was in Miguel’s office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.

“Hello!” She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguel’s shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasn’t the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didn’t have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Getting off Miguel’s platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.

“Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet other girls around here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you… Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.

“My boyfriend isn’t here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.” She continued as you stayed silent.

“Oh, no it’s okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.” You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.

You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.

“Oh I didn’t know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldn’t let me touch anything.” She followed besides you. “It’s so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We don’t have any of this where I live-“ She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.

“Are you and Miguel already planning to have a child?” You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.

“Oh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.” She chuckled.

In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. “He’s never mentioned kids anyways. I’m not even sure if he’d like them or do well with them.”

With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesn’t know anything. She probably doesn’t even know that she’s a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didn’t just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldn’t dislike her, she wasn’t doing anything wrong and she doesn’t even know.

“I got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.” Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.

It wouldn’t be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.

“AH-“ You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.

“It’s so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!”She started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didn’t agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.

“Lyla, Lyla It’s okay. Just stop. It’s all complicated I know, but this didn’t work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.” You felt yourself choke up. “I can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.”

Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. You’ve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time you’ll be speaking with her.

“You can give him a family y/n… you guys have been married two years now. I know you’ve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.”

“Lyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is… Good for him for believing in something so hard he’s found himself even a third chance to do it.”

“I hate that you’re being too kind about this situation.” Lyla paced around you.

“I love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. It’s so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but I’m also emotionally drained I can’t do this.” You let out a deep sigh. “I’ve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough… When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.”

“You can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! He’s just too obsessed and he’s lost himself in that.” She exclaimed with her hands up.

“Our canon event was our wedding.” Your frowned deepened. “But the universe didn’t say anything else after. It doesn’t say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.”

“I’m just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.” Lyla recalled.

“And I’m grateful for it… Even if this didn’t work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know I’m being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on I’ll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.” You felt your emotions bubble. “I became who I am here. I’m going to miss everyone so much.”

“You can still stay here and work with us.” She edged on.

“I can’t just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know he’s your boss and you’re basically hardwired to do everything for him and you’re trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable it’ll be. I’m the only one hurting here.”

Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasn’t her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She can’t be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didn’t want to see any more damage be caused to you.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She looked up at you sincerely. “I hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time you’ve even been in your universe?”

“Like a year ago for a mission…”

“Exactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but I’m tied to Miguel…” You started to see how it clicked for her too that it’s most likely you might not see each other for a long time. “Even if a spider-person is visiting you I can’t just show up on their watch… It’ll go back to him and I know you wouldn’t want that. I know I’m an AI and I can’t hold real emotions but I mean it when I say I’m going to miss you.”

Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome you’ve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love can’t bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if it’s self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.

“Bye, Lyla.” You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.

You were always just the other woman.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~

would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think it’ll be more in Miguel’s perspective as well!

EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here

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For this being one of your first stories, this was really well written. I love the idea and the story, I think it’s unique 🧡

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For my first request, based on MHA, can you write a oneshot where Izuku doesn't accept Bakugou's apology please? It happens after Bakugou accepts that what he did was wrong and says he's "sorry" in front of everyone. But Izuku gives an abrupt no or something similar before passing out. Later on, either before or after they get to Yuuei, Izuku would explain why he doesn't forgive him. What do you think?

Rejection | MHA One-Shot

Word Count: 1,423

Synopsis: Midoriya rejects Bakugo's apology.

Warnings: CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SEASON 6

Author Notes: This was actually pretty interesting to write. I was able to see how Midoriya changed over the course of his journey and I was able to understand him more. If you liked the short fanfic, please like, reblog, and comment your thoughts. If not, feel free to leave a comment on how the story could have been made better. I hope you all have a blessed day!!

I attached black whips to two nearby buildings and began to stretch the whips as I put energy into my legs, getting ready to shoot myself away from my friends. 

“I’m not going to give up on you!” 

I paused my actions as Uraka shouted at me. 

“Deku, so much has changed for us. I’ve changed.”

 I’m sorry, Uraraka but I can’t stop now. 

I shot myself into the sky as the wind whipped across my face. I have to protect them and I can’t do that if I am around them. I’m the one who All For One wants and he will kill just to get to me. I have to do this on my-

Something grabbed my hand and flew past me. My eyes widened as Iida appeared in front of me. 

I looked away from him, “Stop it, dang it let go.” I grinned my teeth. 

“Not a chance,” Iida quickly responded, and I looked back at him. 

“I’ll always race to you. Did you forget that my name is Ingenium? Meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of being a hero, right?” Tears enveloped Iida’s eyes. 

Tears also swelled up in my eyes as I heard the familiar statement. The tension in my body released as my eyes fell. 

I have to shake him off fast but I’m out of strength. 

Iida put me into his arms as my body went limp. Iida called out to Uraraka and wind flew through my hair as we began to fall. 

“I probably should have planned for the landing,” Iida commented. 

“Down here, I gotcha!” I heard Kirishima yell. 

Kirishima slid across the pavement as he caught us, “These two won’t break me,” Kirishima grunted. 

“Midoriya, I’ve never mentioned this but a while back this story blew me away. Some kid my age rushed into harm's way to save his friend from danger. That kid was you, wasn’t it? It doesn’t matter if you got a special power or fate or whatever. What you did back then, is the same sort of thing we’re trying to do for you now.” Kirishima finished his speech as he stopped sliding.  

Footsteps rushed from behind me and I lifted my head away from Kirishima. 

“Please stop running, I don’t think I could lose another person I care about. Let’s stick together. It’s time for you to come back to our class.” Ashido begged. 

I stood up from the ground. Don’t you get it, If I were to stay with you all, you won’t just be losing me but you will lose everyone that is in our class. 

“Yes, we all agree,” Iida added. 

“For sure,” Kirishima agreed. 

I turned toward my classmates, “I . . . I wish I could but . . . I’m too scared. There are a lot of people who sought refuge at UA and I don’t want to cause them any trouble. You guys must get it. Things can’t go back to the way they were before.” My voice shook. 

Bakugo stepped out in front of our classmates, “Do you remember what I said when Shigaraki stabbed me through the gut?” 

“I don’t,” I answered.  

“Stop trying to win this by yourself. But there was more on my mind. The reason I got impaled is because my body moved on its own . . . Our whole lives I’ve looked down on you. You were quirkless, obviously way behind me but somehow it always felt like you were ahead of me too. I hated that. I hoped you’d disappear. I didn’t want to accept you. So, I bullied you to make sure you stay away. I had to reject you so that I could feel superior. I needed to win to beat you. Then we both got into UA, where not a single thing played out the way I wanted it to. Every day I was forced to see how strong you were and how weak I was. Saying this out loud doesn’t change a thing but it’s how I feel, Izuku.” 

Bakugo bowed, “I’m sorry for everything.” 

My eyes widened at Bakugo’s apology and my eyes grew hot from the tears threatening to leave my eyes. I’ve never thought Bakugo would ever apologize to me but why here? Why now? Is it so I can go back with them or is it because he almost died protecting me? 

“You’ve made the right calls. Ever since you inherited One For All. Followed the best path, acted like a real symbol but I can see that you’re lost right now. You’ve hit a wall that you can't overcome with ideals alone. So, we’ll handle the things you can’t take care of yourself. In order to be our best selves. We’ll save you, the refugees at UA, and everyone else. Anybody out there in need of a hero.” Bakugo said. 

I stumbled as my legs wobbled. Don’t you get it? You, all of you have already far surpassed me. Tears ran down my face as my legs gave out from underneath me. Before I could hit the concrete Bakugo ran towards me and caught me in his arms. 

My eyelids grew heavy, “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your apology.” Darkness enveloped my vision as the energy left my body. 

***

“I want that water scorching hot!” Kaminari yelled as carried me toward the baths. 

All the boys ran toward the bathroom and before I knew it my clothes were thrown off and I was thrown into the steaming bath water. 

“Most things in life can be fixed if you take a nice, long soak.” Kaminari smiled as he enjoyed the water. 

“MORONS! He’s dirtying up the bathwater! Scrape his skin with steel wood and buckets of bleach first!” Bakugo yelled.

I see Bakugo’s back to his normal self. Normally I would cower in fear anytime Bakugo screamed at me or about me. I guess I’ve changed more than I thought. I wonder if Bakugo has done the same. 

“Despite the sincere apology, he’s still the same,” Tokoyami commented. 

Bakugo jumped into our bathwater and I closed my eyes as water splashed onto my face. 

“Speaking of apologies, I want to make sure I heard you right De- I mean Izuku,” Bakugo said. 

I blinked my eyes open, “Don’t force yourself if it’s hard for you to say my real name.” 

Bakugo walked up to me, “Forget that, are you really not going to accept my apology? I really meant it you know.”

Everyone glanced at me, and I sighed. 

“Bakugo, I need for you to listen to me very clearly,” I said. 

“Okay.” 

“Bakugo for as long as I could remember, you have bullied me. You bullied me because I was quirkless and weaker than you. You’ve called me names, destroyed my things, you even told me to commit suicide just because of how useless I am. But you didn’t stop there, you began to bully other people that were like me, quirkless and less powerful than you. And when I finally stood up to you and defended the other students from your bullying you just got worse. You liked it when people bowed down to you, coward in fear of you because it made you feel more powerful and it fed your ego. Believe it or not, you were a villain not just to me but to the people around you.” I looked into his eyes. 

“I understand what you’re saying Midoriya but Bakugo has changed.” Kirishima defended Bakugo. 

“He’s right, Bakugo isn’t a bully anymore,” Kaminori agreed. 

“Yeah, and he took the time to apologize to you because he realized his mistakes,” Minata said. 

“You all have to understand. I was Bakugo’s friend since we were kids and when he began to bully me, that’s not something you just forget and sweep underneath the rug. And it took him to almost die to realize the things he has done and to apologize to me. He broke my trust and our friendship and it’s going to take more than just an apology to repair it.” 

Bakugo looked down into the water and the bath place grew quiet. 

“Midoriya, but-,”

Bakugo cut off Kirishima, “No, he’s right. I’ve bullied Izuku for years, of course, it’s going to take more than an apology for him to forgive me.” 

Bakugo looked at me, “I’ll make sure for the rest of my life to do everything I can to earn your forgiveness, your trust, and your friendship. I’ll do better and make up for the things I have done.” 

We will see.

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Becoming Better | Endeavor x Black Female Reader (Series)

Part 1

Requested By: @canthebest1

Word Count: 1,715

Synopsis: This is part 2 of Becoming Better. Endeavor has an unintentional picnic with a woman he met a few days ago.

Warnings: None

Author Notes: While writing this I've decided to make this into a short series. With this writing piece, I wanted to practice showing a character's internal conflict without actually telling it and writing realistic stuttering. If you liked the short fanfic series, please like and reblog the post. If not, feel free to leave a comment on how the story could have been made better. I hope you all have a blessed day!!

Birds chirped as the morning breeze blew on my face. I closed my eyes and took in a breath. The aroma of plants filled my senses as the muscles in my back and hands relaxed. I repositioned myself from my knees and into Indian style across the blue blanket. I intertwined my fingers together and pushed my hands away from me. My fingers popped as the sun rose from the horizon. I brought my hands to my knees and closed my eyes, letting the sunlight and heat kiss my face. 

The light and heat that touched my face disappeared, and I blinked my eyes open. The sun that I thought disappeared actually was blocked by a person. I continued to blink my eyes and my eyes widened as I recognized the familiar face. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you hear.” The tall man commented. 

“Neither did I,” I whispered.

I stared up at Endeavor and I examined his unfamiliar attire. He was dressed in red jogger shorts and a loose black t-shirt. 

Out of all places, Endeavor just so happens to appear here. What are the chances? Am I just imagining things? 

My heartbeat increased as Endeavor took the black towel that hung around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead. 

Endeavor looked down at me, “What are you doing here . . . If you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Ah-Well, I’m-uh-taking a break from my work. It’s my off day, so I decided to do something that would be a bit relaxing since working on plants kinda hurts my back and hands.” I explained as I mentally scolded myself for talking too much. 

Endeavor nodded, “I see.”

“What about you?” 

“I just finished my morning run. It warms me up before having to go to work.” Endeavor explained.

“Ah, that makes sense. Do you come here often?”

“Yes, actually every day, it helps calms me. How about you?” 

“No, this is actually my first time here,” I answered. 

Endeavor nodded, and a brief silence came between us. 

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt your rest day, I’ll be going now.” Endeavor turned his back to me. 

My heart raced, “WAIT!”  

Endeavor looked over his shoulder and heat rose toward my cheeks as I realized how loud I was. 

“You can join me if you want to.” I invited. 

Endeavor narrowed his eyes at me. 

“Its-Its just that I-uh-I made too much food from myself. I know I won’t be able to finish it by myself and I don’t want the food to go to waste. I know that it wasn’t smart of me to make so much food for myself but I wouldn’t mind sharing.” I blurted. 

Why do I have to be so talkative? I bet he’s already annoyed with me by now.

My heart skipped when Endeavor turned toward me. Is he really?

Endeavor glanced at his watch. You’re an idiot, Endeavor is a Pro-Hero. He’s too busy saving people to hang around with just one of his fans. He just said that he was doing his morning workout before he went to work. 

I closed my eyes as my heart sank, “I’m sorry, you’re probably too busy-,” 

“I have time.” Endeavor interrupted me. 

My eyes widened, “Huh?”

Endeavor already made himself onto the grass, took off his shoes, and made his way beside me on the blue blanket. He copied my sitting position, trying to take as little room as possible. 

I looked up at him and noticed how he towered over me even while sitting, “Endeavor, you really don’t have to. I don’t want to be a bother.” 

“You’re not, I actually have to cook when I get home, so this will save more time if I eat here instead.” Endeavor's red eyes seemed to brighten as the sun shined on him. 

I looked down at the food basket, “Okay.” 

I opened the basket that sat between us and pulled out sandwiches that were cut into triangles, fruits, chips, and water. 

“You can take anything you like,” I added.

Endeavor grabbed himself one of the triangle sandwiches from the many sandwich trays. I took a strawberry from the large bowl and bit into it. My heart continued to race as the sweetness enveloped my mouth. I peeked at Endeavor while he took one bite of the sandwich, chewing it whole. 

“Your sandwiches are good.” Endeavor reached for another sandwich. 

I looked back at the strawberry in my hand taking note of how the color of the strawberry matched Endeavor’s hair, “Thank you, Endeavor,” I smiled. 

I can’t believe Endeavor is sitting with me! I reached for another strawberry while I swiftly searched the park. I feel like this is somehow illegal. I mean, how often does a fan get to eat with their favorite hero alone?

“Thank you, ma’am, for the flowers the other day.” I felt Endeavor’s gaze on me. 

I grinned up at him, “Of course, I’m happy to help and my name is Y/N L/N not ma’am,” I chuckled. 

“Very well Ms. L/N.” 

I bit my lip as the morning chirps filled the silence between us. 

“Uh-How was-I mean who was the flowers for?” 

Endeavor paused before answering, “They were for my wife, I should have apologized to her a long time ago.” Endeavor looked off into the distance. 

That’s right Endeavor is married. Who else would he give those flowers to? 

I watched as Endeavor’s eyebrows knitted together. Shoot. I should change the subject. 

I searched my brain for different topics to mention, “Endeavor, I wanted to thank you for saving my family.” 

He looked at me, “I save a lot of people, when was it?” 

“It was last year, our apartment building was burning down and the rest of my family was still inside. None of my family members had strength or water-based quirks. So, I was a bit on edge when I found out they still haven’t made it out yet. But before the building came down you had flown into one of the windows and within a minute of seconds, you flew right back out with my whole family in your arms.” I smiled. 

“Do you mean the family with a large range of hair colors?” Endeavor asked. 

“Yes! I was so happy and relieved you had saved all of them.” I answered. 

He really remembered them. 

“You really don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my job and besides I’m sure any hero would have gone into the burning building if they knew someone was inside.” Endeavor commented. 

I frowned, “Not any hero. There were heroes there that didn’t go inside because it was too hot. Which I don’t blame them but you still went inside, despite the fact it was hot and you didn’t have a water-based quirk you still went inside and saved my family. If you weren’t there, my family would not be here right now.” I looked down at my lap. 

“I see then forget everything I just said and please accept my humblest apologies. I didn’t know how much of an impact I’ve had on you and your family’s lives.” 

“It’s okay and you don’t have to apologize, in a way it lets me know that you're not a hero just for the fame.” I forced a smile up at him. 

I grabbed a sandwich from the tray and I looked down at the grass as my previous excitement left my body. I could tell that the grass was recently cut just by the blunt ends. 

“Do you own that plant shop?” 

I glanced back at Endeavor, “Yes, how did you know?” 

“Well, I’ve only seen you work in that store and you seem to have a love for plants.” Endeavor answered. 

“I do have a love for plants. I actually have 3 plant children at home. One is a cactus, the other is a peace lily, and the other is an orchid.”

“I never knew people took plants for children,” Endeavor said bluntly. 

The familiar heat began to rise toward my cheeks. It’s not weird to have plants for children, right? They’re pretty much my babies. 

“Then does that mean you have a plant-based quirk?” 

“Ah, no. I am actually quirkless.” 

Endeavor’s eyes widened, “Oh.” 

“But my sister actually has a plant-based quirk.” I forced a smile. 

Why did he react that way? I know being quirkless isn’t really looked good upon but it doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just who I am. 

“She’s actually a hero too except she’s part of the rescue team,” I added. 

“Is any of your other family members heroes too?”

“No, just my sister. Our parents were happy to hear that she wanted to become a hero since no one else in our family did before.” 

“Why is that?” 

“Well, that’s because everyone in my family has their own set of quirks. My whole family is kinda known for contributing to society in some type of way. Some are in the criminal justice field while others are in the medical field. And since I don’t have any quirks, I guess I’m the only one not really doing society any justice.” I lowered my voice. 

I am the youngest of all my siblings and the only one without any special abilities. Out of everyone even me, my parents were the most devastated once they found out I was quirkless. 

“Ms. L/N, you’re doing more than you think.” Endeavor stared into my eyes. 

“Every time you thank me for something or even just look up to me, it ignites a fire underneath me to keep me pushing forward and to do my best with my hero work.”

My eyes widened as fire sparked from his chin and under his nose. 

“Even just simply meeting you the other day has impacted me more than I could imagine and I am sure that you have positively impacted much more people than just me even your family. So, don’t look down on yourself.” 

Fire enveloped Endeavor’s lower half of his face in the shape of a beard and a mustache. It was the same when he was in his hero outfit. My heart raced inside my chest as I gaped at him. I don’t know what to say to that. 

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Author Notes

I'm finally on summer break!! I did take a short break once school ended but I'm getting back into writing. I just finished a writing piece today and I'm going either to post it tomorrow or Sunday once I edit it. Thank you all for being patient with me and I hope you all have a blessed day!