#and yes i will bring this up until 2091 when i pass

[hs4whore]

luke at the 5sos show in bristow, virginia

[k-writesthings]

Oh another snk writer! How do you feel about the rare pair Reiner X Mikasa?

Reiner x Mikasa: More Alike Than We Thought

Word Count: 2091

Warnings: !!Manga Spoilers!! Cussing, brief talk of suicidal tendencies

      There were other places Mikasa wanted to be at the moment. She could be talking to Armin about Eren and their plan for when the three of them meet again. She could be making sure Connie was feeling alright, especially because he’d been so angry recently. She could be doing literally anything else. Hell, she’d even go change Captain Levi’s bandages, and he complained so much that she often couldn’t hear herself think. But no, she had to guard the two traitors, Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart. 

   Reiner, who aided the massacre of Wall Maria, which killed thousands (including the woman who had raised her like a daughter). Annie, who had single-handedly taken out many Scouts with her Female Titan, including almost all of Squad Levi. She hated them, regardless of Armin’s feelings for Annie, regardless of how regretful Reiner was. Their actions were unforgivable, and she intended to make them aware of that at all times. 

   Mikasa groaned in annoyance and leaned back in the uncomfortable wooden chair she was forced to sit on. A pistol was strapped into a holster on her thigh, which she thumbed absentmindedly. Her anger seemed to radiate throughout the small hallway, filling her senses, tainting her vision, and stifling her breath. So much had happened in the weeks previous. There had been death, betrayal, and sadness. But, also the bitter hope that they would catch Eren and put a stop to this genocide. And by “catch”, they (Hange and Levi) likely meant “kill”. And Mikasa didn’t understand her feelings regarding that. All she knew is that she was lonely and angry. And that nothing else mattered besides Eren.

   Nothing else besides guarding these two fuckers, it seemed.

   Mikasa’s eyes lazily crept towards the clock that hung across the hallway. She had to check on the Titan Twins every hour, and unfortunately, the hour had rolled by again. God, when does Jean’s shift start? She thought, standing from her chair and approaching Annie’s door. Just as she raised a fist to knock on the door, a familiar voice piped up behind her. 

   “Ah, Mikasa! Glad I caught you.” Armin said, approaching the slightly taller woman.

   “Armin,” She lowered her hand, already knowing why he was there. “I thought you were watching the kids and Pieck?” 

   “Yes, I was, but Hange came in and wanted to talk to her and Falco about their Titans. She told me I could leave and get some rest.”

   “What about Yelena and the Captain?”

   “Yelena is restrained, and both are asleep.” He paused momentarily. “Well, Captain Levi had to be sedated again, but regardless, he isn’t conscious.”

   Mikasa nodded, stepping away from Annie’s door. “I see. And I assume you came here to see Annie?”

   “I-,” His cheeks were tinged just slightly pink. “Uh, yes. I did. Could I? See her, I mean.”

   “Sure, I don’t see why not. I’m sure she’ll appreciate seeing a friendly face. Ymir knows I wouldn’t be so kind to her.” She smirked slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Nor as intimate.”

   Armin’s face was entirely red now and he swallowed suddenly. “M- Mikasa! I didn’t-, I mean I wouldn’t-.”

   “Armin, relax. I was only teasing.” Mikasa chuckled, walking towards Reiner’s door.

   “Right, of course…” Was all he said as she left him and his flustered-self to deal with his obvious feelings.

   Mikasa shook her head and knocked on Reiner’s door, in a much better mood after joking with Armin. “Reiner! I’m coming in.” Her hand found the door knob and she cracked the door open.

  Sobs broke the air.

  “Goddammit! Why am I alive? I shouldn’t be here, not after what I did…” A large form sat in the corner of the small room, and even in the darkness, she could see their shoulders shaking from the sobs that burst from their lips.

   “Reiner…?” Mikasa slipped into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her to salvage at least some of his dignity from prying ears down the hallway. Moonlight suddenly spilled into the room from the small windows arrayed on the wall opposite the door. It provided just enough light for Mikasa to make out Reiner sitting, knees pulled to his chest, palms wiping his eyes, against the wall in a nook between a small desk and an even smaller dresser.

   “Mikasa. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize an hour had passed.” He told her, getting up from his place on the floor. A moon beam caught his face as he stood, allowing her to clearly see the wet trails his tears had left down his face.

   “It’s alright, I didn’t realize either…” Reiner nodded at her words, sitting heavily on his bed. They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before Mikasa felt too guilty not to ask the obvious question. “Are you okay?” The words came out soft and rather gentle, though she hadn’t meant them to sound any certain way.

   His head was bowed slightly, and he seemed to be studying his socked feet. “Yes…” Then he seemed to rethink his answer. “No, actually. I guess I’m not okay. But,” Reiner looked her in the eye. “Why do you care?”

   She shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe I have a habit. I asked Eren that question so many times, it might’ve just stuck.”  

   “Right, Eren… How far ahead of him are we?”

   “Hange thinks maybe a day, but that’s just an estimate.” 

   “I see…” Their conversation broke off again, but Mikasa just couldn’t bring herself to leave. There was something about seeing a grown man crying in the corner like a child who had lost his favorite toy… She just couldn’t go, especially knowing that his reason for breaking down was much greater than an abandoned plaything. And yet, she didn’t know what to say, except-

   “Are you sorry?” 

   “What do you mean?” Reiner questioned, but seemed to understand immediately after the words left his lips. “Oh, the wall…” His large hand ran through his cropped blonde hair as he processed, averting his gaze from her steely one. “Yes, of course I am. Marley… they brainwashed us. They gave us nothing and made us fight for anything better. My mom- she had almost nothing until I was chosen to inherit the Armoured Titan. I thought it was a blessing to be chosen to go to Paradis and take out the Eldians who hadn’t “atoned” for their sins. I was told they were devils, but really, they were just more people for Marley to oppress. I’ve killed so many people, ruined so many lives… I-,” Reiner sighed. “I don’t want to live anymore, Mikasa. Even if, when I reach the afterlife, I’m forced to face the consequences of my actions, well, I won’t mind. There’s a lot I need to redeem myself for.”

   Mikasa didn’t bat an eyelash at his explanation outwardly, but on the inside she was rather surprised about how much he shared with her. It was endearing, no matter how much she disliked him. His vulnerability left her feeling rather open as well.

   “You know, Reiner.”  She began, sitting next to him on the mattress. “I felt similar when we launched that attack on Liberio. Our attack was far more justified than yours, but when Eren was spreading that debris- crushing children and adults alike- I couldn’t find any reason why he was killing so many. Why did the innocent citizens need to meet that bloody end? We didn’t learn from your mistakes, we just made the same ones. And I didn’t want to launch the attack, either. I was just following Eren, like I always did. And…” She trailed off, her throat feeling thick as she swallowed.

   “Mikasa, you don’t have to-” Reiner started to say before she cut him off.

   “No, I do. I have to. I followed Eren, brainwashed, just like you. And did you know… did you know that he said he hated me, Reiner?” Mikasa swallowed, trying to force down the thickness still rising in her esophagus. “After everything I’ve done for him, after I gave him all the love and affection I had left to give… he hates me. When he said that, my reason for living slipped away into the darkness. I wanted to die, too. Sometimes I still want to die. But before I can, I need to stop Eren. That comes first.”

   She had zoned out as she talked, but his hands on her cheeks brought her back to reality. Reiner’s large thumbs wiped under her eyes, collecting stray tears Mikasa didn’t even realize she had cried. Panic bloomed in her chest, and she wanted to push him away. But she didn’t. Instead she leaned into his touch, enjoying the sensation of his calloused fingers of her soft skin. 

   “I’m sorry he said that to you, Mikasa. I know how much you care for him. But, I don’t think his feelings should matter. You have people who love you, people who would cry if you were dead. I have Gabi and Falco, but they’d get on fine without me, especially now that Pieck is here. You need to live. This world needs Mikasa Ackerman, even after Eren Jaeger is dead and gone.” 

   Mikasa hadn’t felt like this before Eren. While he told her all this, Reiner had turned her to face him, eyes locked. She sat there with a dumbfounded expression on her face as his gold eyes reflected the same affection she had hoped Eren’s would have for years. He cared for her, he was trying to talk her out of her loneliness. The only people who had done that before had been people she didn’t feel anything for. But now, she felt an overwhelming sense of… love? No, no, it wasn’t that strong. But it was an attraction, and all of the sudden Reiner Braun’s lips looked very kissable.

   “Reiner…” She breathed, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. “I’d cry if you died.” His eyes widened just a bit before he pulled her face towards his and connected their lips. 

   The kiss was electric. Mikasa felt shocked back into full awareness. She reveled in the feel of Reiner’s lips on hers, shuddered as his hands left her face in order to pull her closer to him, and moaned when he deepened the kiss and prodded at her lips with his tongue. She parted them just enough for their tongues to dance together in a mysterious choreography they both seemed to know. He nipped at her bottom lip before kissing his way down her jaw and to her neck. Mikasa moaned at the new sensation of someone’s lips on her neck. She loved it. It was the perfect mixture of sensual and pleasurable, leaving her breathless and seeing stars. In a sudden jolt of confidence, Reiner pushed her down on the bed, trapping her smaller body under his own. His lips left her neck and reconnected with hers, attacking with so much ferocity that Mikasa was sure he was going to bruise her. Not that she minded, of course. 

  They continued like this for a while, much longer than Mikasa was supposed to be supervising the hallway. She knew Jean would come looking for her eventually, so she finally broke away from Reiner, who was a panting mess above her. 

   “I have to go… Jean will come to find me soon.” She whispered, her nose inches away from his. Reiner nodded and rolled off of her, offering his hand after he was standing. Mikasa took it gratefully, smoothing her hair and readjusting her uniform as she got up. “Well, this was… good, I think.”

   “I have to agree with you there.” Reiner said, throwing a wry smile at her. Mikasa smiled back and reached up to give him a peck on the lips. 

   “I have watch again tomorrow, can I come see you?” She asked before deepening the kiss they were both still desperate for. Reiner simply hummed into her lips as confirmation, breaking away only when a muffled voice called Mikasa’s name. She smiled one last time before heading for the door. “I’ll see you then.”

   She crept out into the hallway, and luckily whoever had called for her wasn’t in sight. Mikasa knew she looked like a mess, and it was bound to draw questions that she didn’t want to answer. 

   She was perfectly fine keeping quiet about how alike she and Reiner were, at least just for now. 

(This took way too long for me to write, and I am SO SORRY!! I had zero ideas until I started comparing things that Mr. Angsty and Mrs. Angsty had in common (spoiler alert, it was guilt) and then I had this story idea. I hope it satisfies! I certainly enjoyed writing it, though writing in the Manga timeline is slightly depressing, haha.) 

[oceanlix]

You’re Mine, All Mine

Pairing: Winwin x female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word count: 2091

Soft puffs of air escaped his nose as he slept beside you, his hair falling across his face in an unfairly pretty way. Nobody looked good sleeping, but there he was, defying all the laws of nature like always. You didn’t want to disturb him; you knew he was exhausted from working late the previous night. But your fingers were on autopilot as they reached across the bed and landed on his cheek, feather-light. “Mmm,” Sicheng murmured, eyes still closed as he stretched his arms like a cat might. He propped his head up with one hand and finally looked at you with his dark brown eyes, as your fingers moved from his cheek into his hair. “Morning.”

Some days you couldn’t believe that your life was really yours. The process of getting to where you were had been so long and difficult at times, like an endless tunnel. But you were nothing else if not persistent, making it through all your daily struggles by sheer determination. It had paid off in the end.

You were now a manager in your company, working with a great team of people and making a decent amount of money that could pay for the necessary medical care that your aging father needed. You had a good core friendship group that cared for you and didn’t get involved in petty drama. You had a decent apartment to live in and a reliable car to drive; there was nothing left these days to cause you any kind of stress...except for maybe one thing. And his name was Sicheng.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, the sun peeking in through the curtains in your bedroom. Rays washed softly across the bed, splaying across the bare back of the man beside you and creating the most perfect image. You almost wanted to grab your camera and capture it, but you wanted to keep the sight to yourself just a little bit more. There was nothing wrong with being selfish once in a while, you thought.

Soft puffs of air escaped his nose as he slept beside you, his hair falling across his face in an unfairly pretty way. Nobody looked good sleeping, but there he was, defying all the laws of nature like always. You didn’t want to disturb him; you knew he was exhausted from working late the previous night. But your fingers were on autopilot as they reached across the bed and landed on his cheek, feather-light.

“Mmm,” Sicheng murmured, eyes still closed as he stretched his arms like a cat might. He propped his head up with one hand and finally looked at you with his dark brown eyes, as your fingers moved from his cheek into his hair. “Morning.”

There was not a single doubt that you were in love with the man before you. You knew it like you knew your own name, but every time you met his eyes, the rush of emotions always took you by surprise. You would do anything he asked without question.

But he was also the one point of tension in your life. You could never get a proper read on him; he was so good at hiding his emotions that even your intuition was of no use to you. Did he love you too, as desperately and overwhelmingly as you did? Were you just filling a space beside him? Sometimes you thought you might know, but then he would turn around and do something to make you confused again. The worst part of it was that you knew his behavior wasn’t intentionally malicious; it was just how he was.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the feeling of his lips pressing against your shoulder, his eyes gazing up at you. “What are you thinking about so intensely?” he asked against your skin, voice still raspy with sleep.

Honestly, you weren’t going to bring it up. You were both tired from a long work week and you didn’t want to break the spell of the weekend before it even got to start. But Sicheng’s gaze was so unusually open, the words just fell out of your mouth before you could even think to stop them.

“I can never tell with you,” you began, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. His expression remained unchanged, but you could feel the question lingering in the air. “How do you feel about me? About us…this?”

It took a minute, but Sicheng slowly sat up, the blanket falling down around his waist and allowing the sun to touch even more of his skin. He gestured for you to sit up as well, maneuvering you into his lap when you did. One of his hands came up to cup your face, his other hand pulling you close until your forehead was touching his.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you have to ask, but I am,” he murmured, his thumb sweeping across your cheek slowly as he scanned your face with his eyes. “But I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you with every bone in my body, Y/N.”

When he pressed his lips to yours, it felt like the sun was shining just for the two of you. Your whole body thrummed, singing a song of Yes, yes, this is the person I love, the end of my red string. It seemed stupid now that you could ever doubt Sicheng’s feelings for you, not when they were like a wave crashing over your heart.

Before you knew it, his hand had slipped down your back, under the blanket and between your legs. Your hips lifted up and your lips disconnected from his, a soft whine escaping from your throat. His other hand left your face and moved down to your hip to hold you while he crooked his fingers inside of you, drawing out more of your soft moans. Sicheng began to nip at your neck, moving down towards your collarbone with little scrapes of his teeth.

“Let me show you how much I truly love you,” he murmured, the pads of his fingers rubbing oh so slowly against your walls. His tongue lapped at the little marks he’d left as he made the rest of his way down to your breasts. “I won’t ever make you doubt me again.”

He took your left breast into his mouth, other hand coming up to roll your right nipple between his fingertips. All the while, he worked you over with his fingers so slowly you thought you might end up burning to the ground. It wasn’t fair how coordinated he was, how together he seemed while taking you apart like this.

Your own hands which had been gripping onto his hair until now had begun to move, one trailing down his chest and the other reaching for his cock. Sicheng barely reacted as you stroked him once, then twice, before he grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away.

“This is all about me showing my love for you,” he said, curling his fingers inside you just enough to make your vision start to swim. You forgot what you had been trying to do, instead choosing to wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face against his neck.

You thought you might cry as his fingers suddenly left your warm center, a truly pathetic whimper escaping your lips as your hips tried to chase him. But you barely had a moment to be upset before his hands were gripping your hips and guiding you down onto his cock. It was almost too slow, but you could feel every vein against your walls, every subtle twitch when Sicheng almost lost control of himself. It felt like ages until he bottomed out, and then he was just still, holding you against him like you were the most precious thing on earth. And to him, that’s certainly what you were.

With one hand splayed against your lower back to hold you up, he began to slowly thrust up into your heat. It wasn’t a surprise that Sicheng liked to go slow; he had always loved to watch you fall apart whenever he slept with you, to see your facial expressions and hear your sounds. But it felt different; you could feel his heart through everything he was doing to you now. And it made you feel stupid for ever having doubted him, since it was becoming clear how much he really loved you with each passing minute.

You felt too helpless to do much else besides bite down on his shoulder, hugging him tighter. He forced his hand in between you once more, fingers beginning to rub over your clit while he slowly ground his hips up. His pace never changed, but you could feel yourself unraveling just the same, your moans getting louder and louder.

“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured, kissing the hollow of your throat. “How could I ever love anyone else when you’re so good for me? Taking my cock so well, making such pretty sounds...I don’t need anything else but this.”

His words were bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and now you were struggling to hold yourself up in his lap. His hands moved and gripped your ass as he helped pull your hips down to meet his, still at the extremely slow pace he’d begun with. How he could control himself, you would never be able to tell.

“Sicheng…” you moaned, hands twisting in his hair helplessly. He leaned up and took your earlobe between his teeth, one hand coming around to your front to cup your breast. You briefly met his eyes, and his gaze was so smoldering that it tipped you right over the edge. Crying out, you collapsed against him, letting him thrust up into you as you rode out your high.

Sicheng laid you down against the pillows, though you protested weakly. “What about you?” you asked, gesturing to his still hard cock. He shook his head, laying down next to you and propping his head up with his hand so he could see your face.

“I told you this was all about you,” he said.

“But I want to help,” you whined softly, reaching out and wrapping your hand around the base. He looked like he was going to protest for a moment, but then you flicked your thumb over the head and his eyes fell shut with a sigh.

“Only because I love you so much that I’d let you do anything to me,” he said. You giggled a little; of course he would say that as you’re jerking him off. But you knew what he meant anyway.

The sun was higher in the sky now and peeking through the window more. Sicheng had shifted back against the headboard, the crisp, white sheets surrounding him and making him look like an angel with the way the rays fell across his pale skin. It almost felt like you were at the altar of a church, making an offering to a god. You would worship this man any day of the week.

You were returning the favor by keeping the speed slow, your hand dragging up and down the shaft of his cock at a leisurely pace. But the difference was that you could barely keep your own composure. With the layer of sweat building on his chest and the way his eyes fell shut while his head lolled back against the pillows, warmth pooled between your thighs once again. You were amazed you got a few more strokes in before you couldn’t resist any more, your lips sinking down around the tip of his cock.

Sicheng’s eyes snapped open and he looked down at you hazily, his hand running through your hair before he thumbed across your lower lip, stretching it further around his dick. “You’re unreal,” he panted. He was losing his composure, you could see it. You sucked harder and cupped his balls in your hand, too impatient to keep at the slow pace any longer. You wanted to see him fall apart, and judging by the hitch in his breath, it wouldn’t be long now until you got your wish.

You pulled your lips off his dick and began mouthing at his abs, your hand wrapping tightly around the shaft as you jerked him quickly. Your eyes glanced up at his face as his breathing got more and more broken sounding, a grin forming on your face as you flicked your thumb over the head once again. His body spasmed slightly and warm, white fluid spilled over your hand, your strokes slowing down while he rode out his orgasm. When his eyes fluttered open and he looked down at you with a smile, you released him and crawled up next to him.

“Sicheng, I love you,” you told him, laying your hand over his heart. “More than anything.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled the blanket over your hips, pressing his lips to your forehead sweetly. “I love you too, Y/N. Hopefully you believe me now?”

“Yes,” you sighed, letting your eyes fall shut as sleep raced towards you once more. “I do.”

[izzy-writes-bnha]

Higeki and Kigeki Pt. 3

Summary: Izuku didn’t grow up an only child. He had an older sister, but she disappeared some years ago. After tragedy strikes the Midoriya family his sister has no choice but to return to Izuku.

Pairings: Shigaraki/OC  Izuku/Toga

Tags: Villain!OC, Villain!Deku, AUish I guess

Warnings: Character death, blood

Word Count: 2091

Story Start

Kizumi expected to exit the portal into the bar area. Instead, she walked out into a darkened bedroom, solely lit by the screen of a television. While it was unexpected it also did not surprise her. A figure sitting on the bed was illuminated by the television. Hands holding onto a controller, minus his pinky fingers, as he stared forward to the video game being played on the screen. Wordlessly, Kizumi kicked off her boots and walked forward to sit on the bed. She positioned herself behind him, bent knees on either side of his waist. Her arms stretched out to embrace him from behind while she rested her head onto one of his shoulders. "So impatient. Wouldn't even let me say 'Hi' to Kurogiri, huh?"

"You were taking too long." Shigaraki responded, eyes staying trained to the television.

"I was only out for a day. When was the last time you slept?" Her only response was the continued clicking of the buttons on the controller. "Alright then." Kizumi moved from behind and got up from the bed. "I'm going to change clothes and then you're going to get some sleep." She opened one of the drawers on the nearby dresser and pulled out some clothes. Kizumi proceeded to take out her contacts and empty out her pockets of any knives, placing them atop the dresser, before changing out of her bloodied clothes. Shigaraki watched her from the corner of his eyes. Was he tired? Yes. Was his stubborn self refusing to sleep? Also yes.

She stood before him, now changed into a pair of shorts and oversized t-shirt that was not her own. "C'mon Tomura, I'm tired, I know you're tired. Let's get some sleep." Kizumi reached forward to take the controller from his hands. She made sure to save his game before turning off the console. She then placed the controller down on the television stand, swapping it for the gloves that sat there. Kizumi handed them off to Shigaraki who wordlessly took them and put them on. They had been a gift from Kizumi after she discovered his fear of accidentally using his quirk on her. The gloves were normally used by artists to keep from smudging their work; it only covered up two fingers, leaving the other three open.

The television was turned off. Kizumi made her way back over to the bed where she pulled Shigaraki to lay down with her. She lay somewhat on her back while Shigaraki's head rested over her shoulder. Kizumi had an arm around his neck and one of his went around her waist. She started to continuously run a hand through his messy hair.

The way Shigaraki could get sometimes reminded Kizumi of Izuku. Both having a habit to obsess, just over vastly different things. Each presenting their own versions of anxiety. Kizumi could not remember how many times she would have to calm down a sobbing Izuku through the years. The boy could be very sensitive sometimes. Shigaraki on the other hand tended to have more violent episodes. There were many times that she had to force him to sit still so she could apply salve.

She continued to run her fingers along his scalp. Quick enough his body completely relaxed in her arms. Kizumi soon followed as she drifted off into her own slumber.

Story Break

A couple of days had passed since Izuku returned home. Inko had him stay home until she was sure he was okay to return to school. Luckily for Izuku, the others in his class ignored him. Even Bakugo left him alone, instead he just glared at him throughout the day. No doubt still upset that Izuku had tried to rescue him from the sludge villain the last time they had seen each other. Despite that, Izuku was still jumpy as he went about his day at school. He fully expected Bakugo to pop out from a random classroom as he walked through the halls. When it finally came time to leave for the day Izuku nearly ran from the building. It was not until he reached the front door of his home that he released a sigh of relief.

"Mom I'm home!" Izuku called out as he closed the door behind him. When Inko did not answer he called out again. "Mom?" Izuku walked by the living room, checking the room for his mother as he passed by. He entered the kitchen. There on the floor he caught a glimpse of a red puddle. "M-Mom?" Izuku rushed around the corner and further into the kitchen. Inko lay on the ground, not moving. "Mom!" The boy rushed forward onto his knees beside his mother. Izuku's eyes traveled over her in haste, trying to find the source of all the blood. Her body was covered in small cuts, clothes ripped in various places, each with a coating of blood. Her stomach seemed to be the worst though, as the front of her shirt was heavily soaked in red. Izuku placed his hands onto her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. "It's going to be okay Mom!" His vision blurred as hot tears started to fall down his cheeks.

Inko weakly opened her eyes. The voice of her son had brought her back into consciousness. She watched as Izuku was frantically trying to stop the bleeding. He had now taken off his school jacket and was pressing it against her stomach. "Izuku...you're safe." Izuku raised his eyes to meet Inko's. The woman gave him a weak smile.

"Mom…" Izuku raised one of his hands, wiping away tears with the back of it. Blood now coating his own face. "It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." The tears continued to fall as he tried to reassure not only Inko but himself.

"I'm just happy that you're okay. My sweet Izuku." Inko placed one of her own hands over the two of his that were still pressing into the wound. Izuku pulled out one of his hands and reached into his pants pocket.

"You're going to be okay Mom." He could not help but to repeat as he dialed the emergency number.

It broke Inko's heart to see her son this way. To see his own mother in such a state. After everything that happened with her oldest a few years back Inko felt that she had failed as a mother, that she had failed to protect her children. No matter how much Kizumi assured the woman it was not her fault Inko still felt otherwise. "I'm glad you went back to school today Izuku. My sweet sweet Izuku. You and Kizumi make me so proud to be a mother."

"Don't say things like that!"

"I love you my sweet Izuku. Can you tell Kizumi I love her too, when you see her?"

"Y-you can tell her yourself Mom! Please just stay with me Mom."

Inko squeezed Izuku's hand that still lay on her stomach. "I'm so sorry Izuku." She reached a hand into her skirt and pulled out a phone. Inko opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The boy watched her hand slide off her body and onto the floor. The other weakly fell against the floor with the phone laying in her grasp. His face paled, eyes blown wide. Izuku was vaguely aware of his back hitting the wall. His arms went around his legs as his knees pressed into his chest. Green eyes not once looking away from the now lifeless body of his own mother. The boy's body trembled as loud sobs filled the quiet house. The rest of his surroundings was a blur as he became hyper focused on the body in front of him. So unaware of everything, Izuku did not even notice that he had taken the phone from her hand and was holding onto it tightly.

The sobs continued even when paramedics arrived. Izuku could only watch from the back of an ambulance, blanket thrown around his body, as a black body bag was brought out on a stretcher. After his own body was looked over for injuries an officer eased the boy into the back seat of a cop car.

Once at the station Izuku was led into a separate room with a few chairs and a couch. An officer brought him a cup of hot tea. Izuku did not drink from it, merely stared at the steaming liquid. An officer sat opposite him on another chair.

"Is there anyone that you can stay with? Any family nearby?" Izuku only shook his head, not looking up at the officer. Seeing that he was not going to talk, the officer stood and left him alone.

Other family? His dad was who knows where and now his mom...It was just him and his sister now. Did she know yet? That their mom was… Izuku's grip on the small cup tightened ever so slightly. How was he supposed to get in touch with her? How did mom do it? Was there a number Kizumi had given her? A phone number. The phone. Izuku had slipped his mom's phone into his pocket on his way out of the house. Shaky hands placed the cup of tea on a nearby table before pulling out the phone. Izuku's eyes stilled for a moment as he noticed the now dried blood covering the outside of the phone. Hushed whispers from outside of the room brought him out of his stupor. Izuku started to search through the saved contacts on the phone.

"This might be it though. We might be able to capture her."

"First off, we're still not even sure if the Midoriya girl is Higeki."

"There's more than enough evidence showing she is."

"Second, what if it was the boy?"

"I've seen enough victims to tell that he isn't faking it, besides the kid was at school during the time it would've happened."

Izuku's finger stilled in their search. Did they think that Kizumi had done this? How could they think she would do that to her own mom? Kizumi loved them, she had even left home to keep them safe...safe from whatever it was that she was into. Not only that but he was also considered a suspect.

"Regardless, they're considering using the kid to lure her out."

"What? As in like bait?"

"Yeah. I heard they have some other pros on call right now. Whichever one of us brings in the elusive Higeki is sure to get some good bragging rights."

"That seems doubtful man."

"Look, the kid was out of school for a few days, today was his first day back. Maybe she meant to catch both of them but could only get her mom. Then something spooked her and she ran off. Besides, the mom did call in a few days ago saying the kid was missing. Reminiscent of the girl a few years back, no?"

"That's grasping at straws now. I told you we don't even know if the girl and Higeki are the same person."

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!" A new voice could be heard entering the conversation. "That is classified information and the victim is in that room."

Izuku was stunned. Not only did they believe Kizumi had killed their own mom, but they were intending to use him as bait. What kind of cops did something like that? And that pro hero was just going to go with it. Izuku stood from his seat, putting the phone back into his pocket, and left the room. An officer stopped him before he walked out of the building, asking him where he was going. Izuku told the man he needed some air. The officer did not say anything for a moment, instead looked over to another cop. Turning back to Izuku, the officer told him not to go far and that he was still in danger so they would be watching him. He left the station and walked to stand in the alleyway beside it instead. Izuku leaned with his back against the police station and slid himself down. His hands lay limply on his lap as he sat in silence. After some more time Izuku pulled out the phone and started to look through the contacts again.

His fingers hovered over a saved number that had no name. Hopefully this one was Kizumi's. A finger moved to press the call button when he heard a voice from further in the alleyway calling his name.

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[howardpotts]

From fake to real (Thor x reader)

Request:  Hope you’re doing awesome! I am very appreciative of your writing. If you are not busy, I’d like to request a Thor x reader fake dating trope

Summary: You and Thor attend your brother’s wedding. (wow, that’s real short, but I like to keep things a suprise)

Warnings: None, just a lot of cuteness

Wordcount: 2091

A/N: I’m so sorry it took this long to make your request happen!!! I wrote four one shots or it, but I just wasn’t satisfied with the result and started over. I hope you like it! And thank you so much for the compliment, lovely anon!

“Hey, you ready?”, you lean in the doorway looking at Thor. He gives himself one more glance in the mirror, making your roll your eyes. He’s so vain, you thought. He gives you a sweet smile. “You look beautiful, Lady Y/N”, he says while scanning your outfit. Your cheeks heat up a bit, so you quickly turn around to hide it. “Thanks, Thor”, you say while walking to the elevator.

When you grab a cab, you ask Thor once again if he’s okay with going as your date. “Yes, I’ve always wanted to attend a Midgardian wedding”, he smiles. “And I don’t mind to be your date.” You chuckle at the word ‘date’. It sounds so unnatural coming out of his mouth.

Within fifteen minutes you arrive at the church, which was beautifully decorated. There was a red carpet on the way in, flowers everywhere. And you weren’t even in the church yet. You hook your arm in Thor’s, who gives you one last confident smile before walking in.

There were a lot of people in the building, all ready for bride and groom to walk in. Everyone was dressed up nicely, which made you smile. The red carpet ended just before the altar. Next to every church bench was a copper vase with red roses in it.

Your eyes were scanning the crowd, looking for your parents. It wasn’t hard to spot them since your mom was waving like her life depended on it. A smile appears on your face as you walk to her.

You and Thor are seated first row, next to your father and mother. “Oooooh, Y/N!” Your mother exclaims when you hug her, “I can’t believe your brother is getting married!” She places both of her hands on your cheeks, squeezing your face. A little uncomfortable you try and give her a smile. “Mwe twooh”, you say through the squeezing.

She lets go of you and rushes to the God, who’s smiling to the sight of your overenthusiastic mother. “And you must be Thor! Wow, you’re even bigger than Y/N told me!”, she says happily and shakes his hand roughly. You chuckle and say a silent ‘sorry’. Thor just shrugs at you, letting you know he’s actually enjoying her happiness.

“Hey sweetheart”, your dad gives you a quick hug, “how are you?” “Hey dad, I’m fine. You alright?”, You give him a little peck on the cheek. He nods and apoligizes to Thor about my mothers behaviour. She was already greeting one of your aunts.

-

The wedding has started and you sit in silence while you see the ceremony right in front of you. The bride looks absolutely beautiful in her long laced white dress. Her make-up is so beautiful and elegant.

The time has come for your brother and his wife-to-be to say the vows. Your brother gives you a quick look and you can see the nerves on his face. You toss him a reassuring smile, which is just what he needed. With his trembling hands, he gets a little white paper out of his right pocket.

“Finally the day is here. This is the day where I have been waiting for”, his voice trembles and he clears his throat. You give your mom a quick look and she’s already pinking one of her tears away.

“My sweet, sweet Valerie. I remember the day that I met you. The rain disappeared and the sun came up and never went down. I didn’t know love could be so easy, but it is. You make it easy. You give me happiness, love, friendship and so much more.” You feel the tears welling up, but you try to stay strong. This is not how you want Thor to see you.

“People say today will be a new chapter, but I’d rather think it’s just a small piece of a big book that we’ve created together and are still creating. I hope this book never ends. My dearest, I love you”, he says. His trembling hands fold the paper again and put it in his black jacket.

You’re now really concentrating on not crying. You glance at Thor, but he’s not having any trouble. “Those were beautiful words”, he whispers to you. Not even one tremble in his voice.

The bride read her vows as well, but she sometimes paused because she was too emotional. You still tried to hide your tears, but you couldn’t. You were so glad that those two were getting married. They were so right for each other. They deserved all the happiness in the world.

“Are you okay, Lady Y/N?”, Thor asks while putting his hand on your back. You nod, not daring to look at him. “Than why are you crying?”, he asks bluntly. He rubs his hand softly over your back, giving you goosebumps.  You just shrug your shoulders.

Thor continues to calm you with rubbing your back. You looked at him, but he was too focussed on the scenario in front of him. The god was so sweet, but yet so unknowing.

-

After the wedding ceremony, there was a big party in a cafeteria close by. This was the reason you brought a man with you, to avoid any questions from your family about your lovelife. You’d just tell them that you’re dating the God of Thunder. Who would expect you to lie about that?

You knew this was a one time thing and Thor couldn’t always be your fake date, but you already figured that one out. Next time, you see your family, you just say that it didn’t work out and they would probably shut up about it very quickly.

“What do you want to drink?”, you ask Thor. “I have my own”, he smiles, holding a flask. You’ve heard about Asgardian liquor, but you never really knew Thor had taken it to earth.

“Oh- can I try?”, you ask curiously. He laughs out loud and shakes his head. “This is not good for humans of earth, makes your brains go weird. You’d rather want to stick to your wine”, he smiles nodding to your empty wineglass. Oh, how much you wanted to try.

“But… can I try another time?”, you give him puppy eyes, hoping that would help. Thor stays silent for a few seconds, staring in to your adorable eyes. “Maybe. If you’re good to me”, he gives you a mischievous smile.

Good to him? With that question in your head, you walk to the bar and order another wineglass. Good to him. You can give him good. You can give him.. very good. You glance over your shoulder to the god, who was talking to one of your cousins.

You bite your lip, trying to control your thoughts. This isn’t the time to go and flirt with him. He was your fake date. He was just a friend and that’s the way it should be. Right? The bartender hands back a new glass of wine. You take a big sip, trying to drink away the thoughts that just went through your head.

You go back to Thor, but the lights turn dark a little. You scoot a little closer to him and grab his hand. He gives you a confusing look. “We’re a couple right? We should behave like one”, you smile innocently. In your head, you curse yourself for grabbing his hand.

Your brother and his wife get to the dancefloor, sharing their first dance. Some romantic song guides them through their dance. It was absolutely adorable. Your brother wasn’t such a dancer and it was quite obvious to see that his dance passes were rehearsed.

Soon, your mother and father join the dance, and so do the parents of Valerie. You watch more people getting on the dancefloor for some slowdancing. You’ve never really done it, but how hard can it be?

Thor gets your hand up and looks at you. “My lady?”, he raises his eyebrows and tugs your arm to the dancefloor. You nod, giving Thor the lead towards the dancing mass of people.

You wrap your arm around his neck and he sets his hands on your hip. You both start dancing. Well.. dancing wasn’t the right word. You were just swaying from left to right, slowly making circles. “I like Midgardian weddings”, Thor says to you. You chuckle and shake your head. “Just wait until everyone around you gets married. It’s not that fun if you’re the one stuck in the single life.”

You sigh and look around, seeing all those happy couples dancing with each other. They’re all real couples. You, on the other hand, fooled everyone with a fake date. A date that you brought for some stupid questions you wanted to avoid. Now you’re regretting bringing Thor. He shouldn’t be here just so you have an excuse. You didn’t want him to be here as a friend helping you at. You wanted him at your side.

“Are you okay, Y/N.” Thor’s voice sounds worried. You nod and give him a weak smile. It was supposed to be a confident one, but that didn’t really work out the way you wanted. You get a bit closer to him and lay your head on his chest.

You dance like this for a few seconds before Thor takes a step behind. “Let’s.. get somewhere more quiet.” You really weren’t in the mood to talk about your feelings right now, but you agreed anyway.

Both of you stepped out of the room full of people and found a quiet spot outside. It was a beautiful garden, with a lot of fireflies. You could hear the crickets chirping and a small fountain running. It was soothing to the ears.

“What seems to be the problem?”, he asks you while laying an arm on the back of the bench. You lean back in to that arm, sighing. “It’s just.. I feel so lonely sometimes.” You look at your fingers, who were playing with the fabric of your dress. You didn’t want to feel sad, you wanted to feel happy. It was your brothers wedding. But, despite how much you loved your brother, you couldn’t hide the fact that you were also looking for affection. Not just affection, but affection of a very specific… god.

“I’m here with you, Y/N”, he says. He moves his arm from the bench and rests it on your shoulder. It was quite heavy, but you weren’t really complaining. You knew Thor meant well, but you just really didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

“It’s not the same, Thor”, you say as you let out another sigh. He lifts his arm again, getting it back next to his body to grab your hand. He doesn’t say anything, he just rubs the back of your hand.

You look at him. His hair is perfectly tied in a bun, his blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight. His wide shoulders lift up every time he breathes in. The man is so perfect. Why did you bring him here? Why did you torture yourself with fake dating him? All you wanted now, was to lose the word ‘fake’.

He turns his head towards you and catches you staring at him. You look away shyly to the fountain that is still running a few meters in front of you.

With his other free hand he gently pushes your head to his direction again. “I have a secret to confess”, he almost whispers, “I did not plan to tell you tonight. I feel lonely too, Y/N. I always wonder when the right woman will come and give me happiness.”

You look at him in awe. He’s never really been this open about anything to you or any of the Avengers. “But… I think the right woman has come along. Y/N…” He leans in and you feel the hot breath on your lips. You give one quick look to his lips. It was the last signal he needed before planting his lips on yours. It was a hard, desperate but sweet kiss.

He lets go of your lips and pushes his forehead to yours. “Let’s get rid of the ‘fake’”, you smile. He chuckles and gets back in his old position. “That is a great idea.” He still laughs a little, looking at the garden. You join him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Can I now try that liquor of yours?” you chuckle. He laughs and shakes his head. “I still need you to be a good girl, Y/N”, he grins.

[mariequitecontrarie]

Morning Glory: Part 4

Summary: When Joseph, a former small-town priest turned soda fountain clerk, discovers his favorite customer and longtime crush Belle French spending time with a handsome, mysterious stranger, he’s convinced they’re a couple. But there’s an emotional distance between Belle and Merlin, fueling his suspicions that Merlin cares more about impressing Belle than making her happy. Will Joseph summon the courage and faith to confess his love for Belle, or will he stand aside and allow both their hearts to be broken? Word Count: Chapter: 2091/Total: 14,150 Rating: T A/N: Part 3 of my Macelle fic, Morning Glory, for @of-princes-and-savages. Written for @maydaymenagerie

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Joseph manages to steer clear of Belle for a full two days, until he starts inventing excuses to see her before Thursday.

It’s become their pattern for him to wait for her to approach him, but Belle’s last visit to the soda fountain was strained and uncomfortable with Merlin present, and he has a rare Saturday off work. He’s never sought her out like this though, stalking her at her workplace like a lovesick puppy desperate for a scrap of attention.

The library is for everyone, he reasons. For months he’s been meaning to start a vegetable garden on the little patch of land behind his apartment building, giving him a ready answer for why he’s there. He reviews his plan as he turns onto Spring Street where the library sits. He can pick up a book on the Maine soil and find out what plants thrive in this climate and check on Belle at the same time. Making sure Merlin is treating her well is the least he can do as her friend.

He pauses inside the library vestibule to yank the tag off his new trousers and shove it into his pocket. He blew half a week’s pay on these and the new white button-down he bought at the posh men’s store around the corner. It’s going to be tough to make rent, but Belle always looks so lovely. He would be mortified to approach her in the dark blue uniform shirt and threadbare khakis he wears to work each day.  

Belle is standing at the reference desk, showing some books to a patron, and he ducks behind the stacks to watch her work. She throws her head back and laughs, the sound like the tinkling of chimes in a summer breeze, and he catches his breath.

Every person that approaches the desk is rewarded with a sunny smile and her full attention. Today she’s wearing a navy blue dress that make her eyes vivid and a red cardigan. He wishes he had the right to walk up to her, wrap an arm around her waist, and tell her how lovely she looks today.

He rubs the back of his aching neck and sighs. You invite us to approach Your throne boldly, Lord. But what about women?

Merlin is sitting in one of the reading nooks, his feet propped up on a table with his head bent over a book. Joseph shook his head. Doesn’t that tool have anywhere else to be? “Get a hobby,” he mutters under his breath, then regrets his surliness. How is what you’re doing any different, imbecile, spying on Belle on your day off?

“Joseph?” Belle makes her way across the library and he lunges for the first book he sees, lifting it like a shield. “Joseph, is that you?” Belle pries the book away from his face with gentle fingers.

“Belle. Hello. What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice embarrassingly high-pitched.

“I work here,” she reminds him with a bright smile.

“Ah, so you do.”

“What brings you in today?” she asks.

“Gardening books,” he blurts. “I’ve a wee bit of land behind my apartment and thought it was time to start planting. This one has excellent advice on caring for, ah, bulbs.”

“In February?” Belle glances at the cover of his book, then meets his gaze, her irises dancing. He looks at the book, too. It’s the play Cyrano de Bergerac.

He looks out into the snowy streets, wishing he could bury his head in one of the thick snowbanks that flank either side of the library. The ground is frozen solid and he sounds like a madman, babbling about gardening in the dead of winter. He shoots an accusing glance across the library, landing on Merlin. Since the evening Merlin flashed his credit card at the drugstore nine days ago, Joseph has told more fibs than he has in his entire lifetime. Fibs, are they? A lie is still a lie, no matter how small, Mother always said.

“Never too early to start planning a garden,” he croaks.

“That’s true, but this isn’t the gardening section. Come on, let me show you.” Taking him by the hand, she leads him across the library to another cluster of lined shelves. “What are we planting? Zinnias? Peonies? Azalea?”

He clings to her hand, loving the way her fingers feel in his, warm and soft, yet confident. He opens his mouth to tell her his plans to plant celery, lettuce, and spinach. “Morning glories,” he says, surprising himself. Where had that come from?

Her eyes light up. “Heavenly blues are my favorite.” Still holding his hand, she stops and her eyes drift down his body, taking in his new ensemble. Nervous under her scrutiny, he fists his other hand at his side.

He stares back, drinking in her beauty while she looks her fill. There are three small holes in her sweater and the arms are a bit long. The way the sleeves cover her wrists makes Belle look small and more vulnerable than usual. His fingers itch to touch her, to find out if the worn material of the sweater is feels as cozy as it looks.

“You look handsome today,” she says. Her voice is low and throaty, like a caress, and his arms pebble with awareness.

“Thank-thank you,” he stammers, searching her guileless eyes. She worries her lower lip with her teeth until he realizes he’s rubbing her palm with his thumb in slow, unconscious circles. He jerks back, looking over her shoulder. Merlin is still in the same chair, reading.

“It’s good to see you,” Belle says, still beaming at him like he hung the moon. “It’s not even Thursday.”

The other man looks up and smiles, not bothering to approach them, and much as Joseph wants Belle to himself, Merlin’s blatant disinterest is a blast of cold wind in the face. That’s how little of a threat you are. Yet if Merlin is going to sit there unperturbed while another man flirts with his girl…a wicked voice inside Joseph invites him to press his advantage.

Belle’s sweet fragrance drifts towards him, a delicate, fresh perfume that turns his insides to jelly. “Are you wearing freesia?” he asks, seizing the uncharacteristic feeling of boldness.

She lifts the corner of her sweater and presses it to her nose. “Yes. This sweater was my mother’s and she always wore freesia. It’s so old that the smell is permanently woven into the fabric, so I keep it with me to remind me of her. Sometimes, when I’m especially lonely for her, I dab on a bit of the perfume, too.” A single tear leaks out of one glossy blue eye.

Joseph catches it with his thumb and presses the salty bit of liquid to his mouth, and Belle’s eyes follow the motion of his hand. About a month ago, Belle told him her mother died ten years ago of cancer, shortly after her nineteenth birthday. He smiles regretfully as he thinks of his own sweet mother, now singing in heaven with the angels. “Did you know that God keeps all our tears in a bottle?”

She sniffles. “Really?”

“Yes, my mum used to say that tears are memories that leak out and run down our faces. But God remembers all of our sorrow and every tear we shed. He never forgets even a single one.” He crosses himself and thanks God for his many mercies. “Every trial, every pain. Someday, it will all be wiped away and you’ll be reunited with your mother.”

“You know a lot about loss.”

Joseph colors. He’s speaking like a priest, and Belle eyes him with curiosity. “Both my parents died two years ago in a car crash. My mother always wanted me to move to America to work. Thought it would be good for me to have a fresh start. Land of opportunity and all that. When they died, I sold their flat and came here.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be focusing on my problems when you’ve experienced such a painful and recent loss.” She wipes her eyes again with the corner of the sweater.

He lifts his arm and then drops it, feeling helpless. This is why he was such a terrible priest. Even words of comfort sound hollow in the face of pain. “It doesn’t matter how much time has passed. When we remember, it can be such a sharp pain that it feel like yesterday. Some things—like loss—we never completely recover from. I wish…I wish I could take the hurt away.”

“It helps to talk about it, to have someone listen. Talking to you is soothing. When I’m with you, I always feel calm.” She looks down at her clasped hands. “Like nothing bad can happen.”

Tears of disbelief fill his eyes. No one has ever told him that before, and yet he wonders why Belle shares her stories with him instead of her new boyfriend.

“Can I ask you something?” She tugs at the collar of the sweater and he nods. “I haven’t put any of my mom’s perfume on for a least two months. How did you detect…”

“I don’t have a face on this nose for nothing,” he says with a sheepish smile, hoping to make her laugh.

She does, and he can’t stop the grin that stretches across his face in response to her pleasure.

“I like your nose, Joseph. It’s strong. Besides, you know what Cyrano de Bergerac says, right?” Belle wags a finger. “A large nose is the mark of a witty, courteous, affable, generous, and liberal man.”

“Really?” he asks. He’s never thought of his large nose as an asset before.

“It’s an interesting play,” she says, scanning the shelves. She begins to select books and stack them on a nearby table. “About a secret admirer, actually. An intelligent, charismatic man who falls in love with a beautiful, intelligent woman, but because of a minor flaw, he won’t confess his feelings. Instead, he hides behind who he really is, ashamed, afraid of acceptance. Certain there was no way he could be liked for himself, or found any way but wanting.”

“A secret admirer?” he asks, intrigued, thinking of Merlin’s gifts to Belle. “And does he learn his lesson?”

“Yes, he learns he’s wrong about the woman he cares for; that she’s not as shallow as he at first believes. She loves him for who he is, not for who he thinks he is. That’s the power of hope, you know? That someone can come along who wants you for you. But that’s not what I like best about the story.”

“What do you like best?” he breathes, hanging on every word.

“It doesn’t matter, in the end, if she loves him or not. Learning to love yourself is the greatest lesson.”

Joseph nods, considering. He doesn’t quite know how to process Belle’s words. He knows God loves him; he knows he’s called to love other people, but he’s always been lousy at it. It’s why he was a failure as a priest—his own weakness. Hard as he tried, he was never much help to people. If he’d been stronger, he would have resisted the whiskey and cared well for his flock.

She looks at her watch. “I’m getting ready to close the library and then I’m having a late lunch with a friend. You’re welcome to join us, if you like.”

He almost says yes, until he hears a cough. Merlin has closed his book and is looking at Joseph with raised eyebrows. Joseph groans. He’d been having such a good time, he’d almost forgotten about the other man.

“That’s kind of you to offer, but I really need to go.” Joseph holds up one of several gardening books Belle selected while they were talking. “Reading to do.”

“But…”

“Belle?” A woman with curly red hair and horn-rimmed glasses peeks through the stacks. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but can you come to circulation?”

“I’ll be right there,” she says to the woman, then turns to him. “I have to get back to work,” she whispers, then leans up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. She balances one more book on top of the stack of gardening books and follows her colleague to the circulation desk.

It’s Cyrano de Bergerac, the book he was hiding behind when she discovered him in the library.

He sinks into a chair and begins to read. When he next looks up, Belle and Merlin are both gone.