Some Thoughts About Noriaki Kakyoin

I watched the Christmas special of He-Man and She-Ra today. It made me so incredibly happy to see the characters in all their old drawing styled glory, hear their classic theme music, and watch them fight off Skeletor, Hordak, and their forces. It truely woke up my inner child and made my day so much better.

ALSO I have never been so happy to see Catra and Adora on opposite sides of the battle field (as enemies BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE. I FRIGGIN HATE NETFLIX FOR WHAT THEY DID)

Bill Cipher x reader (2)- Creator and Demon

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~(Y/n)'s POV~

As Uncle Stanley led us through the house, I couldn't help but look around at the weird stuff. It was clearly a very used living space, well worn by many years. And decorated by many curiosities. It was rather unnerving to be honest.

"Well kids, this is where you'll be staying for the summer. By the way, you can call me Grunkle Stan." Said our relative, leading us up a flight of stairs to some rooms. "This room will be for the twins," he said, pointing to a room with a large triangle shaped window and two beds. "And this room," said Grunkle Stan opening a door to a room with only one bed and a rectangle shaped window, "will be yours, uhhh..." he look at me guiltily. "Sorry, I guess I didnt get your names."

"It's fine," I said nonchalantly, "I'm (Y/n), and these are my younger siblings, Dipper and Mable Pines." Grunkle Stan smiled and nodded, "Alright then, (Y/n), this will be your room. I assumed since you're older you'd want a room to yourself." I couldn't help but smile at his generosity, "Thanks."

After separating to our different rooms and getting unpacked I suggested the idea of getting familiar with the town. Mable was all for it and Dipper shrugged. "Sure. Why not." Grunkle Stan agreed to go with us because he needed groceries anyway.

I would be lying if I said I didn't like the town. I really didn't get attached to the place all at once and with good reason. The people there were really nice but they gave me the willies. Just something about this town and its citizens was off. Like there was something huge I was missing

I would be lying if I said I didn't like the town. I really didn't get attached to the place all at once and with good reason. The people there were really nice but they gave me the willies. Just something about this town and its citizens was off. Like there was something huge I was missing... but what?

When Grunkle Stan was finally done, we headed back to the Mystery Shack. As days flew by, we learned a little bit more about our new residence. The mystery shack was a Self-Made tourist trap made by Grunkle Stan and guess who needed to earn their keep around the place. That's right, Us.

I grew increasingly bored with the same old pattern of stocking shelves, sweeping the floors, and keeping Mable away from all the boys her age that came into the shack. Dipper also was worked really hard, and Mable? Not so much. She seemed to have all the free time in the world. That's what you get for acting positive and cute all the time.

"Mable," said Dipper as he washed a jar of (hopefully) fake eyeballs, "I know you're going through your whole Boy-Crazy phase, but I think you're overdoing it with the crazy part." Mable looked away from the boy she was watching. "What?? Naww. Come on Dipper, this is our first summer away from home! It's my big chance at an epic summer romance." Dipper and I looked at her like she was crazy. "But do you HAVE to flirt with every guy you meet?" I shivered at the memories.

"Mock all you want guys," she said, shaking a finger, "but I've got a good feeling about this summer. I wouldn't be surprised if the man of my dreams walked through that door right now." As she pointed toward the door she spoke of, Grunkle Stan walked through carrying some wooden signs and let out a loud belch.

A disappointed and disgusted Mable let out a groan as Dipper and I laughed. "Aright look alive people," said Grunkle Stan, "I need someone to go and hammer these signs around the spooky part of the forest." One by one, Mable, Dipper, and I said "Not it." The handyman in the back said, "Uh, also not it" as well. "Nobody asked you Soos." Said the old man, as Soos looked up from his work. "I know, and I'm comfortable with that." He took a happy bite from his chocolate bar.

Markiplier x Teen!Daughter! Reader - Memories

requested by: @azullluna

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Definition key:

Bold: Answering a question (both Mark and (Y/n))

Normal: Talking or remembering something

(M/n): Mom's name

(Y/n): Your Name

(YT/n): YouTube Name

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"Wait! You don't want to do this! Don't do it! No! NO!!" The Fischbach household was filled with laughter as a screaming Markiplier was hit with a blue shell by his daughter, (Y/n). "Get wrecked, Dad!" 

Her Yoshi raced past his struggling Mario, gaining the first place spot. They were only halfway through the course, but the last lap was always a battlefield, no matter what place you were in. 

They were streaming Mario Kart 8 deluxe and having a Q/A on YouTube. "Alright, question time." Spoke Amy, Mark's girlfriend, after both Fischbachs finally crossed the finish line. Mark nodded, voting for a new course. 

"FandomGirl386 asks: Mark, what's it like raising (Y/n) as a single father?" 

The YouTuber looked to his right, seeing (Y/n) who was watching the screen with interest as the votes were being counted. She was a rising sophomore in highschool, (15-16) years old. It nearly brought tears to his eyes to realize how much she had grown. 

Actually, it was surprising to think about how much the two of them had grown together. 

Mark could still remember when, during his own sophomore year in highschool, his ex had stopped coming to school and refused to talk to him. Nine months later, Mark was doing homework when there was a knock at the door. His mom and dad weren't home so he went downstairs and answered the door.

When he opened it, no one was there, but there was a box on the doorstep. Mark had been confused. Had his parents ordered something online? As he had picked up the box he almost dropped it when the sound of a crying child filled the air. 

He had quickly brought the box inside and opened it up. Indeed, there was a human child in the box crying with a note beside them. Mark focused on calming them down first, holding the child close and whispering softly, lulling them to sleep. 

When he opened the note, his eyebrows furrowed with every word he read. 

"Mark,

My parents wanted me to tell you this kid is your daughter. I was planning on just putting her up for adoption so you wouldn't know but whatever.

Her name is (Y/n) and her birthday's (birth month / day / 2005) So, yeah. You got me pregnant. The kid is your responsibility now. I'm breaking up with you. Goodbye.

(M/n)"

Mark remembered being shocked and heartbroken, and looking at the sleeping baby in disbelief. She had features similar to him and his family, now that he was searching for them. Slightly darker skin, brown eyes from what he had seen earlier, and she had (h/c) hair, something he knew was in his father's side of the family. 

How was he going to explain to his family that he was a dad? Mark remembered asking himself this as he sat down on a nearby chair, careful not to wake (Y/n). It was a beautiful name, something that fit her well. Mark already had fallen in love with his new child, but how could he care for her? 

Hours later, his parents returned and he had been about to ask them to be quiet when (Y/n) had woken up. He could still remember the shocked looks on their faces when they noticed the wailing baby in his arms as he tried to calm her down. "It's okay.. it's okay. Please stop crying, (Y/n).." 

"Mark," his father's girlfriend, Dee, had asked, her head tilted in confusion. "Who's child is this?" The amount of panick he had felt then was off the charts as he shakily explained that she was his own. His father's eyes had widened and Mark hurriedly added that he had no idea before today that he had a kid and wasn't trying to hide her from them. 

"It was tough. I mean, it's tough for all single parents to raise a kid by themselves, but I was a teenager in a poor family when I found out I was a dad, so you can imagine what that was like. But, things got easier over time. My family helped me out a bit while I was still in school so that was nice."

As a highschool student by day and a father by night, life was difficult for the new parent. The first few months had been the worst, (Y/n) waking up in the middle of the night and Mark having to go sooth her. However, she got over it and slept quietly after the fourth month, much to her father's delight.

Dee, while a little disappointed in Mark, agreed to help raise (Y/n) while he was still in school. After all, she quickly fell in love with her and had admittedly always wanted a little girl to take care of. His father took a bit more time to be swayed but also agreed to help out. 

After her first birthday, (Y/n) took her first steps, Mark being the one she walked to. He remembered crying proud tears while Dee clapped in the background. Two months later, (Y/n) unexpectedly spoke her first words. Mark had called for his father and (Y/n) who sat nearby on a playmat shouted "Dada!" a few moments later.

Mark had looked toward her in shock, as his father who had walked in just as she said it. 

When Mark left for college, he had to get an apartment and hire a babysitter. Then his father passed away around a year later. It was an incredibly hard time for Mark. Keeping up with school and his crappy job, all while raising (Y/n) who was now in Kindergarden and trying to mend the relationship between himself and his biological mother. It was incredibly tough and it worked him to the bone. 

Then Mark got put in the hospital. While he was recovering, his mother visited him and informed him that if things didn't start looking up for him financially then she would have to take (Y/n) away and raise her instead, even willing to bring the matter to court. This scared Mark quite a lot. He loved his daughter and didn't want to lose her, but knew that his mom was right in that he wasn't making enough to properly support a family.

That's when he found YouTube and started his channel. It took some time, but money started coming in and everything was looking up. Mark was in love with his new job, he was able to take care of (Y/n), and his financial troubles slowly but surely melted away. 

"And yes, there were some ups and downs in our lives after I had moved away from my family,"

Mark ended up in the hospital a few times, had low points not only in his career but in his life (friends and family dying), and still had to be there as a father for his daughter who also had her moments. However, (Y/n) was there for him just as he was for her, helping him through every bump in the road with a smile. Even now, Mark still didn't know what he would do without her. 

"But we made it out okay. And we're still here so that's hopefully a sign that I'm doing something right."

Amy smiled and read off another question. "BloodyStar420 asked: (Y/n), what is your fondest memory of you and Mark and what's your worst memory?"

A new race started and (Y/n) answered.

"My least favorite memory, which I'm still trying to forget because I feel really guilty about it, is when he and I fought after I asked him about my mom. He didn't want to talk about it because it's a painful topic and I was being really pushy so we started arguing and things got to the point where I was sent to my room. I don't think we talked to each other for a few hours."

Mark still remembered that argument. It was an ugly part of their history. She was a curious fith grader and he didn't want to talk about his ex. How could he tell his daughter that he had no idea where her mom was and frankly didn't want to know either? But she wouldn't take no for an answer and, just as she said, things didn't end well for the both of them.

"On a happier note," she continued, "I think my fondest memory of the two of us is him teaching a younger me how to play video games. I wasn't very good when I started, I mean, I was like seven or eight years old, but dad was always with me nearby, showing me the controls and congratulating me when I was able to pass a level or defeat a boss on my own. It really made me happy and still does when I think of it."

That brought a smile to Mark's face. He had been, and still was, delighted that she took an interest in video games. They would spend a few hours together, playing Mario games or other simple things so she could get the hang of handling a controller. Fortunately she was a quick learner and they were able to play more difficult things sooner than he had expected.

When (Y/n) was in fourth grade, she was introduced to YouTube after he filmed a father/daughter play-through video of FNAF. Everyone loved her, even asking to see more of her on the channel. She was like him in multiple ways. Goofy, imaginative, and an all around fun person which boosted her popularity both online and in real life.

Mark was proud of her and tried his best to be a good father. His friends also adored her, making sure that she was happy (but not spoiled). Amy loved (Y/n) like a daughter which helped motivate Mark to ask her her out, thus giving his daughter a mom figure in her life.

During eighth grade, (Y/n) started her own YouTube channel, (YT/n), which quickly became popular. Much to her delight, it gave her a new name other than "Markiplier's daughter". It also gave her even more time to delve into her interests and helped her and Mark bond when they both loved and played a game together. 

Amy once again spoke, "FurBabyKitty asked: You two act more like best friends than father and daughter. Does that bother either of you in any way?"

Mark shook his head. "Not at all. If anything, That's a good thing." (Y/n) shrugged, "If you think about it, we did grow up together so it kinda makes sense that we would act like this."

Mark looked over at her with a smirk and nudged her shoulder, making her slip up her driving and her Yoshi fall off the road allowing him to gain the lead. "Oh, you wanna play like that huh?" She laughed, speeding up to his Mario and tossing a red shell and a bomb into his path. He screamed and laughed as she once again passed him. 

"DarkShoelace asked: Mark, if you had the opportunity to go back and prevent yourself from dating (Y/n)'s mom, would you do it?"

The race concluded with Mark in second and (Y/n) in first. Mark shook his head, hugging his daughter with one arm. "No," He said fondly as he looked down at her smiling face, "I don't think I would. Everything turned out just fine."

heading to my high school graduation!!

Here's what the top of my decorated cap looks like!!

"Silence, Darling." He murmured, putting a finger to his lips as he grinned. From her position, pinned to the wall, (Y/n) wasn't quite sure what to do. Her friend was acting like he was a different person entirely. "Mark.. What are you-"

He cut her off with a kiss, leaving her breathless as he pulled away moments later. "Shhhh... do not say his name, not when I'm the one making you feel like this." He smiled, getting closer, as if to kiss (Y/n) again, but he stopped just short of her lips.

"Darling, do you really not know who I am?"

"M-mark, this really isn't funny. You're scaring me."

"I am not Mark." The man growled, his voice deep and husky, making (Y/n)'s cheeks flush red. "I.. then who are you?"

"I am the one in control. I am the master." He responded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her neck as she whimpered in fear. With a soft chuckle, he leaned up again to gaze into her (e/c) eyes. "Do not be afraid, my love, for you and I are finally together and we shall never part again."

"How can I be yours if we've never met?" She said, blushing as she struggled to look away from his hypnotic eyes. "Please, just give me my friend back. Please, bring Mark back"

"You're making a mistake darling. I can give you anything, more than he could ever even offer." He kissed her again, this time, making (Y/n) sleepy with the warmth and comfort of his embrace. "But I don't even.. know who.. you are.." She murmured after he pulled away, somehow finding herself longing for another moment of passion.

"Darkiplier..." he whispered in her ear, his soft voice sending shivers down her spine. She repeated the name, her eyelids beginning to droop with sudden exaustion as he kissed her again. She then fell forward, unable to fight the need for rest. As he carried her away in his strong arms, (Y/n) heard the man's voice one final time before succumbing to the dreamscape.

"Happy Halloween, Darling."

Tony Stark x requested oc Ray Rawls - One Month

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(3rd Person) "Hey, sunshine."

Ray frowned, hearing the smooth yet irritating sound of the iron avenger behind her. "What do you want, Stark?" The rich man walked up to her as she turned around, an annoyed look on her face.

"Same thing as usual, gorgeous." He smiled, placing his caloused hands on her hips. "Go out with me." Ray rolled her eyes, used to this question and its reoccuring answer.

"No thanks, playboy." She took his hands off of her body, not looking away from his shining eyes. Yes, he was handsome, but she wasn't interested.

"Oh come on, that's what you always say. You know that it's only a matter of time before you fall for me."

"Mr. Stark, you know as well as I do that your little fantasy won't ever happen." Tony frowned with an eyebrow raised, resulting in a skeptical look that was quickly returned. "Agent Rawls, report to Director Fury's office. He wants a word with you." Came a voice over her earpiece as she turned to leave. "Copy that."

With those words she left a disappointed Tony Stark behind.

(Tony's POV) "I don't get it." I said, talking to Steve Rogers from across the room. "I've asked her so many times and never given her a reason to hate me. Why doesn't she say yes ready?"

"Sometimes, the person you like just doesn't like you back." He responded, giving me a shrug. "Why do you think this will work? Asking her out over and over again, I mean."

"I think it's some sort of unspoken game between us. Like, how long will the two of us last? I won't give up, because if I do, then I lose and vice versa. If she accepts, she loses."

Steve rolled his eyes, face palming with an annoyed look. "Listen, Tony, I think you're trying to trick yourself into believing she actually is in love with you. I've seen the way she acts around you, and I'm telling you now, she doesn't actually like you."

I leaned on the table with a grin. "But what if she actually is? She's a good actor, I should know. I've seen her in action on missions before. She's really good."

"Stark, please. For the sake of my sanity, just give up already. It's not like if you keep asking then she'll magically like you."

A figurative light bulb turned on above my brain and I smiled, pointing at the patriotic hero. "Actually, that's a good idea. Thanks Cap."

"Wait, I-"

But I was already leaving and happily walking to the training room.

(Ray's POV) Days had passed since I last rejected Tony. He hadn't spoken to or approached me lately, not that I minded it, however that was a little strange. Did he seriously give up?

I began to walk across the glass walkway in SHIELD HQ when I suddenly noticed him on the other side. Before I could walk away, he called out for me. "Ah! Ray, just the person I wanted to see."

"What is it today, Stark?" I asked, crossing my arms in a bored position. Truth be told, it was nice to hear his annoying voice again. "I have a proposal for you."

"If you ask me out again.."

"Go on a date with me-"

"No."

"You didn't let me finish."

"My answer won't change."

"Go out on a date with me, every day for a month. If I can't get you to fall for me by then, I'll stop asking you out and I won't try my shot with you ever again."

I looked at him in surprised. "You can't be serious, right? You really expect me to believe that you'd just never ask me out again? Seems a bit far fetched for you."

Tony looked at me, his eyes burning with determination. "I promise. Stark's honor." He held his hand up like a boy scout which made me roll my eyes, but smile a bit.

"Fine. One month and that's it. After that, we're done." Tony smiled excitedly and gave me a sudden hug, pulling away just as fast and crossing the glass bridge behind me. "You won't regret this! I'll meet you outside the compound at 7!" He called over his shoulder as I watched him walk away.

'What did I just get myself into?'

(3rd Person) Tony had a pep in his step as he walked toward the exit of the building. His mind was moving at so many miles per second as he thought about all the fun dates he had been planning ever since he gained a crush on the attractive agent of SHIELD.

Is it really any wonder that he would fall for her though? She was the most beautiful and amazing girl he had ever seen with her long hair, fitted outfit, and confident stature.

She was completely his type and speak of the devil, there she was. The dress Ray had chosen for herself showed off her figure in just the right way and Tony almost stepped back in shock and awe. Outside of undercover missions, he had never seen her in anything so fancy.

"Ready to go, beautiful?" he asked, offering his arm to Ray in a gentlemanly manner, which to his delight was accepted. "You and I have a fun night ahead of us."

"What do you have planned?"

As Ray looked at her date under the light of the fading sunset, she was suprised to find that she found him incredibly attractive in this kind of outfit. She didn't typically see him in clothes other than casual t-shirts with jeans, the occasional tank top with sweat pants, and the special occasion Iron Man suit he wore out on missions.

Many woman would kill to be the reason he dressed up so nicely and Ray couldn't deny how lucky she felt in that moment. Anyone could see that Tony was clearly excited for their outing and this made his date a little flustered. "Date number one is gonna be a bit more fancy then you're probably used to. Everything's been set up so we have a reservation at this really good Italian restraunt in the city." Bit by bit, Tony was getting her very excited for their outing, not that she'd admit it out loud, but she couldn't stop a smirk from creeping up onto her face. "You really out did yourself, didn't you Stark?"

"Can't have you bored on our first date now can we?" Ray shrugged as she was led away to the fancy black car that Tony picked out as your ride for the night. Electric lights shown through the windows as he drove, the beautiful sight of the city greeting Ray's eyes as she watched everything fall behind them.

As that time, while they were driving, the multi-billionare man couldn't really stop himself from looking at her every so often. Tony still couldn't believe that it had actually managed to get this far with Ray. Of course, he hoped that one day she would agree to at least one date, but he managed to get an entire MONTH of dates. Rarely would he be so dang excited for something like this, but tonight was special and he was gonna make sure that Ray knew how much she really meant to him by the end of the month.

Creating every activity for their outings would be difficult but at the end of the day, he would just be happy to be with her, even if it was as simple as a picnic on a hill. Anything for her, as he had said before, and he meant it. The fact that he was rich definately helped his case.

He hoped to make this a night to remember.

-time skip-

"The look on the waitresses face when you walked in though!" Laughed Ray, the two of them reminiscing their experience during the drive home. "I don't think she knew about the reservation." Tony's presence had caused a bit of panic among the restaurant, but it was hilarious. "Oh yeah, I could've sworn one if them was trying to secretly take pictures, but the flash went off."

Both if them were giddy and had clearly had an amazing time, neither of them quite ready to let the night be over. Over all, the first date went well. The food was amazing (as Italian food typically is), the building was relatively quiet (other than the whispers from the staff) which was a nice change of pace from the busy SHIELD HQ, and they left happy and full.

When they arrived back at the base, Tony led Ray out of the car, arms linked like before. "So," he said as he looked at her, "We have a whole month of this stuff. It won't always be this fancy, but I think you'll have fun."

Ray smirked, looking at the rich man beside her. "We'll see, Stark." Tony then asked a question, his eyes dead serious, yet loving.

"Will you be mine?"

"No."

Her answer was simple and not unusual, still her admirer was a bit disappointed. Just as quickly though, he smiled at her. "Heh, we'll see about that. Good Night, Miss Rawls." He took her hand and kissed the back of it before walking back to his car and driving away.

And so, every day after that for a month, the two of them went out, sometimes at different hours but usually it was within the classic evening date hours. It brought joy to both of them that when they left the date location there would be a sky full of stars waiting for them. It turned out that both of them had a love for the late evening stars and on a few occasions they would spend extra time together just stargazing.

Everyday however, there remained one constant thing. Every day, Tony would ask Ray if she would be his and every day she would say no. Slowly, he was losing hope. The next day would be their last date. Ray never once, despite all his efforts, had said yes to him wanting to be with her officially.

He looked out of the window of his office and thought about what he could do. Nothing really came to mind though. He had done so much with her over the past month. Eating at restaurants, random thrills like skydiving and an amusement park, even the simple things like picnics and going to the beach had already been used. Even through all of those memories, she still refused to be with him.

Tony looked down, feeling sadder than he had in a long time. Maybe Steve was right. If Ray hadn't said yes by now, she likely never would say yes in the future. He had to wipe his eyes to prevent any tears from falling.

'I guess I'll just let her go early.'

Tony picked up his phone, looking at his lockscreen as he turned the device on. It was a picture of Ray in a field, smiling in a red sun dress with the light shining on her so perfectly it took his breath away. He frowned, remembering when he took that picture. On their 15th date, Tony had taken Ray to the beach, and then had a picnic nearby on a grassy piece of land. She looked so happy and he couldn't help but love her even more in that moment.

He couldn't believe he would never get to do anything like that with her again. He tapped his password into his phone and tapped Ray's texting number.

<Tony> We need to talk

It didn't take long for her to reply.

<🖤Ray🖤> No nickname? That's new. What's up?

<Tony> You don't have to go out with me anymore

<🖤Ray🖤> I though tomorrow was the last day

<Tony> It is, but I shouldn't have forced you to go out out me in the first place. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry for wasting your time

<🖤Ray🖤> Tony, you never forced me to do anything. I said I would take your deal. Let's go out one more time. Just for fun. Ok?

Tony was on the verge of tears again. She wanted to see the deal through? No. This didn't mean anything.

<Tony> Alright <Tony> Make sure to dress casual. <Tony> See you tomorrow.

The message was left on [seen], but that was enough for him. The next day seemed to drag on, the coming dread of the final outing eating away at Tony's heart and concious until he finally got in the car to pick her up.

When he arrived, Ray exited her house in comfy navy blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a purple sweater. It was a good look for her.  Heck, he loved her and doubted anything would change that, even if he could never flirt with her or ask her out again. He would always love his darling Ray.

"Tonight will be kind of a simple mish mash if that's okay with you." He said, sheepishly looking at her. His heart skipped a beat as she smiled and nodded.

They went through a Burger King drive through and ordered a ton of food. Afterwards, he drove her to the beach, dark and beautiful in the pale moonlight and stary skies.The two of them set up a picnic blanket and ate their food in a comfortable yet awkward silence.

"I've had a lot of fun this past month." Ray broke the silence and Tony looked up at her and away from his cheese burger. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed a date, or really any past dates as much as the ones you took me on. Thank you for that."

He nodded. "I had fun too. I've never been so serious about a relationship before, so it was a nice change of pace to see the same pretty girl with me every night."

A light pink blush spread across Ray's face at the compliment and they finally got to a normal conversation.

Though the day seemed to be so long before. Their last date went by too quickly and both of them didn't want the night to end. However it wasn't quite over.

As they walked back to the car, two masked thugs jumped out from behind it and began to fire guns at the couple. Ray was hit in the hand and Tony barely managed to dodge. A third man tried to kidnap the multi-billionare only to be kicked in the face by an injured Ray as Tony activated a portable Iron Man glove and shot down the other two.

When they got in the car, which thankfully still worked and drove fine, Tony, panicking, quickly drove to the SHEILD Base for immediate medical attention. Fortunately, the hand that Ray was injured on wasn't her dominant hand so she would still be able to work.

The pair walked out into the main entrance and Ray prepared to leave, but looked at Tony expectantly. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking back at her. "Does it still hurt?"

"No. My hand feels fine. It's just.. you aren't going to ask me?"

"What? Ask you what?"

"If I'll be yours? You always ask me that at the end of a date."

"Oh, well, you always say no, and especially after tonight.. no I don't think I should ask you again."

"Ask me."

"Pardon?"

"Ask me. One more time. The night doesn't feel complete without it."

Tony was hesitant. He didn't want his heart to be broken again. However, she was looking at him so expectantly, he supposed he could just prepare for the inevitable rejection.

"Will you.. will you be mine?"

Tony didn't even wait for a response. He turned away and began to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, the girl he loved was smiling at him with shining eyes. Tony's mind was racing but all his thoughts stopped as she leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"Maybe."

With that she turned around and left the building, leaving a stunned and blushing Tony Stark behind.

"What.. what just happened?" Came a familiar voice. As he turned around, Tony noticed Steve watching Ray's retreating figure with a shocked and confused expression.

Tony began to smile and pressed his hand to his warm cheek.

"I won."

When one of your girl best friends doesn't like your fictional crushes too

A picture of the main character (or at least my version of her) from a fanfiction that I read.

https://www.quotev.com/story/14421723/The-Upper-Moon-Demon-Slayer-x-Demon-Reader/1

Amazing Art done by lightsintheskye! Just saying though, does anyone else get ‘Stranger Things’ vibes by looking at this?

Day 1: Monstrous.