#I had a BLAST doing this I love doing studies sm

[random-cryptid]

I love purple (and Sarah Sanderson. And Sarah Jessica Parker.)

[biibini]

Heyy!! I really love your modern!mizu work sm 😭😭🫶 I was wondering if you could please write how modern Mizu would act when her and reader have an argument? Tysm if u do!!

modern!mizu in arguments

tags: modern!mizu is rlly sweet but ngl u spooked her a sec , tw: midterms , college au , reader is lowk mean & crazy from all the stress , resolved in the end ♥︎

a/n: just bc i want to be levi’s wife doesnt mean i’m leaving mizu just yet <3 my past few quarters have been beating my ass (im finally surviving)

modern!mizu would be the type of person to get anxious if something goes wrong at the beginning of ur relationship

and let her fight or flight kick in

bc she let her guard down the first time around (thanks m*k*o)

tbh i wouldnt rlly imagine yall getting into a fight

but i feel if a fight did happen, it would most likely stem from misunderstanding and misinterpretations of what u guys say

for example, a small argument at the beginning spooked her due to her previous relationship having little to no communication

before the first argument, u had just gotten home from a long school day filled with lectures, annoying group mates, and a senseless amount of studying

midterm season was approaching

things were a lil tense

u had hoped to destress and maybe cuddle with ur gf instead of being crammed into a dorm with two other girls with their crazy studying schedules

only to find her busy with her work

“I’m home!”, you yell into the hallway. The rain had just started pouring and you were sopping wet. Thank goodness your laptop was safe, but the rest of your clothes weren’t.

“Anyone home? Hello?”

Frustratedly, you jangle the keys out of the door. They sure wanted to be stubborn with you today after ALL the things you witnessed today.

An early lecture class that you were half awake at. A failed attempt at working with your group mates for your communications class, with Akemi being the only person that actually showed up. Your teacher becoming the strictest they’ve ever been. It wasn’t your fault that he’s going a divorce, but it sure feels like it.

And after all that came your awaited time to study. Only to find your favorite places filled to the brim with students who giggled and gossiped in their corners, making the noises grow larger and larger. God, freshman are the worst.

You were on the verge of insanity.

The sudden change in weather nearly pushed you to your edge.

Arriving at the apartment sopping wet, you were relieved to finally take off your wet shoes by the door, hoping to finally unwind and let go of the annoyance of the day.

With no answer to your call, you assumed it was an empty apartment and huffed, attempting to let go of all the stresses from the day. You hung your bag, letting it dry from the pouring rain. Little did you know how fucked you would be when you opened the bag to find your lecture notes, damp from the rain.

Sent over the edge, you throw your notebook onto the kitchen counter in an attempt to dry the papers. You were so screwed if they weren’t dry by the midterm this week.

You cursed as you dig up the rest of the contents in your bag, only to find them damp and wet from the rain. The only thing that truly stayed dry was your laptop due to its case.

“God, fucking damnit.”, you swore to yourself, continuing to lay out all the contents.

First, your things needed to dry NOW. Without those notes, you would be going into that midterm blind.

Now, it was you next.

You stormed into Mizu’s bedroom, fueled with rage and annoyance from everything today. It all felt like it was crashing down with every step you took. The tiredness, the annoyance, the wetness, the heavy weight of your drenched clothes. You couldn’t wait to take off everything and be dry & clean.

The door swings open right in front of you, hitting you face first. You step back to find Mizu with headphones on, wide-eyed, realizing what she just did. In the brief silence, you could hear the faint noise of the drums and bass being blasted into her headphones.

That was your final straw.

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N, I didn’t know you were home-”

“You couldn’t hear me lose my shit just now?”, you snapped. “Really now?”

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

At this point, you were too tired to care.

“What’s going on is that I’m wet, I’m fucked for my midterm tomorrow, and I just- I just need to go take this shit off.”, you huff, pushing past Mizu.

Before you can even move past her, Mizu grabs your forearm, pulling you back from your momentum.

"Hey.", Mizu said in a sincere tone while squeezing your arm, hoping to meet your gaze.

"What.", you snapped at her.

"I'm not the only person who's busy here.", she retorted.

You looked back to spot her eyes, dead and exhausted, forming dark spots under her eyes. You could tell how worn out she was, staring at formulas and mismanaged group projects all day. Her dull hair was in a disheveled bun, barely hanging onto the butterfly clip you had bought her a few weeks ago.

"Look, I've been working on these midterm projects all day too. My project group mates barely did their shit and our capstone check-in is coming in so soon… I need to catch up now and—“

“Could you at least be aware of your surroundings when you do work on your projects?”, you scoff as you past her and grab a towel and a hair dryer.

You walk back to your damp belongings, hoping you make it in time to minimize the damage. What you didn’t expect was your girlfriend also following your footsteps.

“Y/N, please…”

You wipe your chargers and pencil cases dry. You’re glad they’re safe and secure. As for your notes, you fear that’s a different story.

“Honey…”

You heard her but to be frank, your priorities was your drenched notebook, currently sopping up all the rainwater. You plug in the hairdryer and immediately get to work, hoping it’ll be enough to save you for the midterm coming next week. Some of the ink starts to bleed. You can only hope for readability as the pages on the notebook start to lighten.

“Y/N.”, she calls out.

You turn up the heat settings of the hairdryer as you continue to point the air on the important notes. It becomes more readable.

“Y/N!”

“WHAT.”, you snap back.

You look back in annoyance and see Mizu behind you with a house fan in her hands, eyes widen. You fear your response was a little too loud as you spot the power cord tremble in her hands.

Oh Mizu…

“Um, I’ll just put the fan here.“, Mizu states, whipping around in hopes of plugging in the fan quickly.

“Mizu, wait, I didn’t mean to—“

“No, it’s okay.”, she cuts you off. “I’ll just… um… I’ll just—”

You can hear the stammer in her voice. You reach for her arm before she can hide away. It’s cool to the touch, almost cold.

“Mizu, I—”

She turns around to look at you. Her eyes used to look tired but now they’re so shaken. God, you forgot how much words hurt.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at your earlier and now. I was so absorbed and stressed with midterms and the rain and everything about today. I’m so sorry, I should not have exploded like that in front of your face, especially since you have midterms as well. Mizu, I’m just so—”

“Overwhelmed?”

You sigh, “Very.”

A small smile grows on Mizu’s face. You let go of her forearm and smile back.

“Me too honey. Me too.”, she sighs in relief. “C’mere.”

Her left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to her side. Were you a little damp? Yeah. Did she care at this moment? Not a chance.

“After we get these notes all nice and dry, do you want to take a nice, warm bath and you’ll talk about your day and I’ll talk about mine…”

Your face warms up as her hand starts to slowly feel up and down your side. Her touch felt so warm and welcoming.

“Mmhm”, you hum in agreement.

Her mouth slowly inched towards your ear, her breath dancing over your lobes.

“and maybe, afterwards, some de-stressing?”, she hints, breathily. You don’t need to look at her to know she’s smirking.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.”, you tease.

Besides, Ringo wouldn’t be back until next week.

Mizu places a kiss on your cheek. She plugs the fan, double checking to make sure it is aiming at your notebook, as well as your bag.

“Thank you for your helping, Mizu.”, you say as you kiss her on the cheek.

“No worries.”, Mizu says as she grins, pulling you to her again to steal another kiss. “We’re both stressed, we need breaks every once in a while.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t count that last part as a break—”, you jokingly question.

“It’s a maybe… just putting the thought out there.”, Mizu defends, putting her hands up.

After your notebooks are dry, you notice that most of your notes are fine. Thankfully, you remembered Akemi was in the class and were able to get her digital notes from her iPad.

As shitty as your day first started, it couldn’t come close to the end of your day. You got your hot bath and rant, as promised. And maybe that last step too.

[barbthebuilder]

This is my parting message

I gave myself time to think and talked to some people about this and I have decided to say goodbye to y'all.

Time here has been great and I loved pretty much every second of it. However, I want to focus on my real life now. Tumblr became too big of a part of my life for my comfort. Basically, I think it will be better if I quit.

I don't regret this blog. It made me very comfortable in my identity, it educated me, it made me feel loved and brave and powerful.

But it's over.

I can't thank you enough for everything you have done for me. For every like, comment, reblog, ask, tag, message and boop.

So... this is it. This is the end. This has been such a wonderful journey :')

Special thanks to:

@our-genderfluid-experience - great place to tell your story

@genderfluid-culture-iss - Bro letting people just spill the most relatable shit ever. Loving it.

@our-queer-experience - so much good info! Educated me a lot.

@hefkerut - I just want you to know you're an incredible person and I will always remember you. Like, seriously girl. I had such a blast with ya. You also always reblog the best shit?? You rock.

@genderoftoday - always provided me with content to reblog. Also, funny.

@genderfluid-info-blog - actually, such a smart person. Gives great advice and provides us with so many microlables. Mad respect.

@mxl4vrie - THANK YOU FOR THE FANART I SOMETIMES LOOK AT IT AND SMILE :DDD

@rat0

@popcorn-plots

@aegosexual-moments - you made me realize I'm aegosexual! Thanks a lot!

@alwaysprey

@sundry-whovengerslocked

@fruityracoons - dude, you were such a great support. Thanks for always checking up on me.

@frogofalltime

@foxinasuit - you actually made me realize I want to quit lmao I'm not leaving your side tho hehehe >:)

@joker1315 - always a pleasant conversation with this one! I still remember how you helped me with all that technical stuff :)

@kodiescove - learned a lot from you

@korane06

@littlemisspipebomb

@zuuriell

@crowdsourcedgender - you are doing such a good job. Keep it up! Thank you for always being a great help.

@candy8448

@baking-potato-27

@bhawk-goose - ur so funny hehehe

@banethebloodgoat

@night-rhea

@treion-is-back - I still remember you. Good luck.

@allknowingbirb

@i-am-an-arson-enthusiast

@spacewives-in-spacetime

@queen-mihai

@a-random-mooshroom - YOOOOO you were so fun to interact with!! All the best!!

@bibirb - thanks for supporting my Yellow Dog account and being one of the first followers!

@pronouncounter - count those pronouns

@pronoun-checks - keep it up!

@ghostsofchernobyl

@that-bisexual

@slender-genderfluid - okay, I have no relation to you but I think you're cool

@hijkay

@artistic-scribbles

@frogofalltime

@thegeniusidiotnstickmerchant3728 - you are so cool and so nerdy and SO WERID I am obssesed with you and I need to study you in the laboratory or put you in a maze with traps idk I will miss you sm

And many more! I'm sure I haven't tagged everyone and I'm sorry if I missed somebody :c I appreciate you regardless!!

Goodbye! May the gender euphoria be upon ya!

[bingusbongu]

Dr Flug x Fem reader who is the head of the department of black arts and witchcraft? Like him having a crush on her, it would be kind of ironic him being the head of the department of science and technology

A/N: oooo another Flug request! I love writing for this silly little nerd guy!!! One of my favorite comfort characters<33 fyi: had a hard time writing this, especially with his crushing stage so i just did alittle for it, i hope this works!!! ty sm for requesting!!!! I hope you enjoy~! {May edit later, im tired rn}

Dr. Flug × Fem. Witch Reader!

•i feel like this man would be a huge skeptic towards magic. I mean, sure his boss is a demon and all, but he believes more in scientific reasoning then he actually does Magic. He thinks that there is a reasoning behind everything. being the head of the scientific technology department, he tried his best to study magic, but found ut a huge waste of his time, and ended up going back to his on projects

• when he first met you, it was on one his missions with the gang, and it was not going well for them. The hero they were after easily out maneuvered their plans, and had them dangerouslh close to defeat

• Flug was a mess, panicked and unsure what to do. If he got caught by a hero, Blackhat would sure as hell just leave him there and not care to come and retreave him. Let alone, he didnt want to get punished anymore then he hast to endure

• Flug thought they were goners, before, lo and behold, before the hero could take them into custody, you appeared. Quickly catching the hero off gaurd with a blast of magic to his side

• of course, the hero ended up taunting you, and launched himself at you, only for you to easily knock him out of thd sky and to the concrete with the wave of your hand

• as you and the hero quarled, Flug couldnt help but watch. He would had been planning to get out, but he was observing the battle. How you easily threw the hero around liks a toy. The hero didnt even manage to hit you a single time and you already had him to the ground.

• you had freed the trio before they could be taken from authorities. Easily clipping the lock off. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, but before Flug could say thank you, you were gone.

• Flug was quite appalled, his curiosity peaked, as he abd his team fled from the scene. Though, he wasnt able to get you out of his head. He had never seen or heard anything about a villain who easily threw around Heros without even touching them, and Flug knew everthing about every Villain in the town.

• When he got back to his lab, he automatically started to look up things about you, desprately searching up something to ease his curiosity and get you out of his head

• there wasnt to much about you that he could find. He had figured out you were a 'in and out' villain, hardly giving people enough time to look at you before you disappeared into a puff of smoke.

• reading into some reports about you, of people writing nonsense about a powerful villain that wasn't Blackhat, and ranting in painful grammar about a 'witch villain'

• this made Flug laugh, obviously not believing it one bit. Rolling his eyes he got off his computer and went back to work.

• though, he still couldnt get you out of his head. Thinking back to the way how easily you handled that hero, and didnt even lay a finger on him. Now that Flug thought about it, he didnt even see you get close to him at all. Which made the doctor ponder about you even more

• it started driving him insane

• Flug, for the next few times had a hard time focusing on his projects, caught in his mind about what you were. It ended up getting him into trouble, why couldnt you just leave him alone? He had so many questions, but no you to answer them

• finally came his once a month trip of errands he ran for the crew. Heading out to collect food, or certain parts he could use to work on his projects. He never liked these days, but he endured it never the less

• just as he was walking by, looking for supplies, he bumped into you on accident. He frantically apologized, but once he noticed it was you, he froze in his tracks. Looking up at you, as you looked down at him and reasured him that it was okay

• all of a sudden, all his questions flooded his mind. He sure didnt expect to find you here of all places! What were you doing here? Were you here on some sort of mission? What did you even need here?

• His thoughts got interrupted as you finally voiced that you recognized him, sending Flug into a blushing frenzy as he tried to play it off, muttering a thank you to you as he cleared his throat

• though, when you commented that you knew who he was, it caught him off guard. You knew who he was? No one really ever recognized him other than the bag wearing villain. Being a scientist didnt really give him many looks of pride.

• he was geniunly suprised when you told him his name, and that yoi recognized him from tv adds and some of his work. He didnt know how to feel, but when you complemented him, he nearly collapsed into jelly. No one really ever complemented him, let alone someone as pretty as you! It made his face flush under his bag as he attempted to calm himself

• Though, when you introduced yourself, he must had made a face when you mentioned magic to him. Cause you quickly responded to demonstrate your magic to him.

• turning your gaze to the nearest tin can, without even touching it you beckoned it over, making it levitate over to you.

• Flug watched curiously, eyeing the tin can as if trying to find the strong attached to it to find an explanation. As it levitated for a moment, you flicked your hand, only for the can to fly past Flugs head and hit the worker nearby in the back of his head at full force

• Flug was now a little less of a skeptic

• after that, you and Flug chatted for awhile, happily demonstrating some more of your magic for him, who he would watch closely and eagerly, trying to study it every time. You found it quite funny the way his eyes widened in curiosity

• you two ended up spending the rest of the day together, you helping him with finding his supplies, which he was greatful for. Usually it took him until nightfall to get everything done, but with your help he was able to get back to the manor by noon

• not only that, but he learned alot about you, and how you were also the head of your specialties. That stunned Flug, that you were a head of magic, and he happened to be the head of sciece and technology! No wonder the two of you ended up getting along quite well

• Flug expected his thoughts of you to decrease now that he had answers, but they ended up worsening. Now finding himself wanting to spend more time with you, and for you to show him more of your magic

• Now, the two of you ended up meeting eachother every month on Flugs outing days, so you guys could chat together and spend time with one another. You helping him and showing him your magic, and him happily showing you some of his project ideas.

• Over time, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you, getting excited when the day would come to meet up with you! But he still craved more contact with you

• He ended up giving you the adress to the mansion, so you could come over and visit, which you happily took the opportunity

• your visits became more frequent, which Flug was always delighted to see you!

• you would chat with him as he worked on his machines, or let Flug study some more of your magic. And boy, Flug certainly enjoyed the company. More say your company, he goy so happy when you visited him. Even if it was for a few minutes, he always was glad you decided to drop in, no matter how busy you were

• He loved your visits, it made him all giddy and happy, which he hadnt felt in a long time until you came into the picture. He didnt like the way you made his body warm at first, ungil he spent more time with you, he ended up waiting every day in hopes that you would come visit him

• one day, when you made his favorite flowers appear for him out of thin air, he nearly passed out

• he definitely found a way to preserve those flowers forever

• you started to make him feel weird, especially when you came in abd smiled at him, saying your common hello just made his heart lurch out for you. Getting all flustered when you complimented his work, or stood close to him, or even feeling the slightest bit of touch from you would send him to the ground

• he loved watching the way you preform your magic for him. Sometimes, he ended up watching you instead of the trick you were showing him. And when you commented about it he got all shy and babbled an apology, while you giggled which sent him deeper into his flusterdness, you absolutely found this adorable

• you, the wonderful witch you are, ended up enchanting his heart

[mikulovingtrash]

could you do Kaidou Shun, Kuboyasu Aren, Ochaco Uraraka, and Tenya Iida with a band kid reader who really really REALLY likes music and their main love languages being quality time, physical touch, and acts of service? 99% of the time when they’re doing their own thing you can expect a pair of headphones on them and blocking out everything else going on, and sometimes does the song and dance with it as well if they know it, even they don’t know it very well. Ty!!

Yayy 1st ask! Tysm <3 i rly luv music too, everything i do needs music

Kaidou Shun- No matter which instrument you play, he thinks you're so awesome and skilled. He definitely wants you to teach him so you guys can play togther <3 speaking of being together, the two of you are always together (like 2 peas in a pod lmao) You'll be blasting music in your headphones while he studies and you two look so cute! (His mom loves it) He was really flustered about physical touch in the beginning but now he can hold your hand without fainting! (Hes so cute omg) After a performance, he'll bring you pain meds, water, and maybe a towel if ur extra sweaty (i luv him sm) He doesn't laugh at your dancing because he sucks too P.S- He thinks you look super cute in your headphones ♡

Aren Kobayasu- i feel like he already knows how to play an instrument. Either a wind/horn instrument like a trombone, the drums, or a fucking electric guitar. I KNOW y'all play together. That's one of the main things you guys do together. You two definitely make playlists for each other as well. He buys you new headphones when he notices yours being affected by how long you've had them (such a sweetie) He does get a little embarrassed by PDA sometimes, but mostly, he's all over you (and you're not complaining) He laughs at your dancing but then he'll dance worse than you lol P.S- He thinks you look goofy in your headphones but in an endearing way ♡

Ochaco Uraraka- she used to think she couldn't play any instruments because her quirk got in the way :( but you got her those weird gloves that only have some fingers and now she can!! :D She supports you so much, she's your #1 fan! You'll practice and she'll just sit there and listen before showering you in kisses and praise <3  I feel like she wears headphones a lot too, but not as much as you do. (No one wears them as much as you do) She definitely loves hugging you, but won't hug you after a performance because you're sweaty lol. While you're performing, shes screaming and holding up a sign that she made for you 😭 shes so cutee! She can dance well because of the performance with the class she did, so you look extra goofy next to her ♡

Tenya Iida- If you play, perform, and listen to a kind of alt style of music, I feel like he'd call it satanic lmaoo HE WOULD CALL YOU A HOOLIGAN HAHSH But if you enjoy classical music or mainstream music, he is on one knee immediately. Someone he can show off to his parents! He doesn't wear headphones because he's proud of his classical and mainstream music, so he doesn't hide it. Still gets flustered over holding your hand in public lol (super soft kisses AHH) He will definitely do anything for you, you have this man wrapped around your damn finger 💀 he loves study dates with omg, I just know it! CANNOT DANCE FOR THE LIFE OF HIM, HE HAS NOT IMPROVED

I wear over the ear headphones, what ab u guys?

[lizzie-is-here]

Can I request a Christmas Peter parkerX female reader with prompt 44

christmas event!

character: peter parker x fem! reader

prompt: “keep doing that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list”

warnings: cussing, bucky threatening sam, uh a little spicy 😳, it’s just making out but like 😳😳😳

a/n: akskkddk yesssss this is such a cute idea i love it sm 🥺 thank u for requesting it 🫶 if anyone wants to request, see the event rules here! hope u all enjoy and happy holidays!!!

Being in a relationship with Peter was everything you could want.

He was polite but not uptight, kind but not one of those “nice guys”. He got you flowers every week or so, accompanied by a sweet, handwritten letter. He helped you study, opened doors, and blushed every time you gave him even the most chaste of kisses in the hallway.

You and him started dating sophomore year, and now that you were seniors, you’d cemented yourselves as the longest-lasting couple at Midtown Tech.

This is your third Christmas together, and the last one you’ll have in high school. You’re pondering all this as you walk to his apartment, shivering every now and then in the Manhattan cold.

It’s been a little over a week since you last saw him. The beginning of break was hectic, and then he had a training camp up at the Avengers’ Compound.

Today is his first day back, and you’re more than willing to brave the cold walk.

When you finally make it up the endless stairs and knock on the door, you’re greeted by May. She’s opened the door with her foot, evidently, In each hand is a tray of cookies, and the warm smells of baking waft around you.

“Oh, hey, (Y/N).” She smiles, welcoming you in. “How’ve you been?”

“Pretty good, just glad that finals are over and done with. You?”

May gestures to the kitchen. It’s messy in the best way. Plates of baked goods are scattered around, and flour dusts the counter in odd spots. “Been busy.” She nods back further into the apartment with a wink. “Peter’s in his room.”

He doesn’t hear you come in, to your surprise. His Bluetooth speaker is blasting Christmas music so loud it might be damaging his phone, and he’s awkwardly shuffling around the room in what could be a dance. You’re not sure.

You watch for a bit, grinning as your boyfriend obliviously mouths along to Mariah Carey’s whistle tones.

“Hey, babe,” you finally say. Peter jumps and trips over himself a bit before catching his balance. He turns down his music before opening his arms wide for you.

You oblige the invitation for a hug, burying your face in his shoulder. The smell of vanilla lingers on his sweatshirt, and… is that peppermint?

“I thought you hated peppermint,” you mumble into his neck. “It’s like, a spider thing, right?”

Peter shrugs. “Yeah, but May needed help with crushing the candy canes. I couldn’t leave her hanging.”

“Aww,” you coo. “You’re so sweet.”

He hums and his grin widens a bit. “Speaking of sweet things-” He gently pulls you in for a kiss, and you can taste the remnants of cookies. No doubt May made him her personal taste-tester for the day.

Peter breaks the kiss for air. “So-”

Before he can say anything else, you tug him back in, backing up a bit to gently kick the door shut. The music from the kitchen is loud, but you’ll take the precaution. He chuckles into your mouth.

“I’m guessing you missed me?” he asks. You swat at his shoulder before pressing your lips to his jaw, tracing the defined line.

“Of course, I did, dumbass,” you whisper, trailing more kisses down his neck. “‘M gonna have to start taking up Tony’s offer to come with you for training camps.”

Your boyfriend exhales through his nose, trying to ignore the fact that your very cold hands are toying with the edge of his sweatshirt.

“Y’know, it’s not fair that you can call him Tony. I can’t manage to call him anything but ‘Mr. Stark’,” he grumbles. Despite his pouting, his own hands start running up and down your back.

His hands are a warm welcome from the chill still clinging to you. But you still shiver when his fingers graze over your ribs.

Whining, you furrow further into his arms as if it’ll make you less cold. Or less flustered.

Peter continues, kissing the top of your head innocently as he starts to lift your top.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll end up on the naughty list,” you chuckle breathlessly. He laughs back.

“Was that supposed to be snarky or hot?” he asks. You shrug.

“Whichever you prefer.”

The two of you stare directly at each other for about 12 seconds before breaking out into laughter. He kisses you again before tripping on his backpack and sending you both tumbling onto his bed.

You lay in silence for a bit, enjoying the closeness and the way the snow flurries outside the window.

Then Peter starts kissing along your neck. You’re just about to yank his shirt off right then and there when the door bursts open.

“Hey, Underoos.The team’s all here and- HOLY SHIT.”

It’s Tony fucking Stark himself, dressed in the fugliest Christmas sweater you’ve ever seen.

It’s clearly from Walmart, evidenced by the tag still attached. A jagged hole is cut in the center to make the arc reactor in his chest the star atop the offending, bright-green tree.

You fling Peter off so quickly he flies off the bed, yanking down your shirt from where it rode up.

“Uh, hi, Mr. Stark,” Peter greets sheepishly. Before the billionaire can respond, more people appear.

“How’s the kid-“ Sam Wilson begins, and when he freezes in the doorway at the scene before him, is knocked over by a certain super-soldier that didn’t see him stop.

Sam catches himself before eating shit on the hard floor, elbowing Bucky with a smirk.

“Hey, how does it feel knowing that a teenage nerd has more game than you?” he asks.

“I’m going to kill you with a Christmas ornament.”

[liass-21]

Ok sorry for being anon but I'm shy

So I binged all your Benthan 5+1 fics and I'm LIVING your writing is so *chefs kiss* and I love the way your write the boys you have their personalities locked down tight! So... I had a random thought for a fic/prompt thing and wondered if you'd be interested?

I don't wanna blast you with stuff if you dont want it though so thought I'd check first! <3

omg! first of all, hi, i’m so flattered that you even read them. second, i swear i don’t bite! i’m cool i promise! but anon is also fine <3

thank you sm for the love on the 5+1 fics i would say i do deep in depth character studies of ethan and benji in preparation but really i just watch the movies a lot and relate to benji too much

i LOVE fic ideas! that said. i have so many that i want to work on. i absolutely would love to hear what ur idea is and scream about it in the comments or rbs or whatever you want but i cannot promise i’ll write it. i actually have four or five outlines to flesh out currently and i want to do all of them

[youknowwhoiamperiod]

sweet girl ariel, i hope you're doing well!! i'm bringing you some shells and bits of coral as offerings, as well as some nosy questions:

how do you and jason part with summer? are there any special traditions you guys have? and what are your favourite things to do in fall, both by yourself and with him?

if jariel was a season, which do you think you guys would be?

and if you went on a holiday abroad, where would you guys choose to go? what would be on the itinerary?

all my love <3333

aurore sweetheart!! taking your little offering so delicately and cherishing it forever :((( i've had by far the roughest week this year but!! trying to stay positive!! (tearing my shirt like that wolf pic or wtv) i hope you're doing well angel <333

oof parting with summer for him is probably the best time of the year, jason's totally the type to hate warm weather and can't handle heat. fall/winter are probably his favourite seasons so he's definitely having an amazing transition which is NOT my case at all. summer's my fav ever :(( parting with it is so sad and i hate hate hate the cold weather. we're literal polar opposites but i think he'd still feel super bad for me so he'd take me for one last trip to the beach, one last long midnight drive, a full pool day at the manor and an ice cream date!!!

we do have a couple of traditions with fall!! it's when uni starts, so i like to think that in an au where we both attend it we'd start going on study dates in libraries or just go on week ends to read together (i find that libraries tend to become even warmer and cozier during autumn). we'd also start going on more and more coffee and restaurant dates. during colder days or rainy ones we cuddle together under warm blankets and have a period movies/shows marathon. but my favourite (and most self indulgent one) is the fact that my birthday is during fall (i like to think it's the main reason why he loves it sm :,) )... so he takes it very seriously and makes the most of it, to the point that if i mention my hatred for it and how i'd rather not have a big celebration he genuinely gets offended. i know that he's cooking up something for me when i hear him blasting red (taylor's version), this is what it feels like or hozier, he says it's so he can get into the mood and get inspired lol. during the "happy" day he wakes me up with midnights because that's MY album like taylor literally dropped it on my day so it's a gift so it's mine. (and he also really likes it) (he won't admit it tho). we'd also do halloween!! it's my fav holiday and even if it's not as celebrated as it used to be we still do. we definitely buy themed decorations for our apartment and even go pumpkin craving. some years i succeed in convincing him to attend a friend's party but we only stay for 3 hours max because we get horny halfway through it and need to get back home asap. but we never miss the halloween mini gathering at the manor where we have dinner and spend the night telling stupid spooky stories or playing one of those detective games (all the guys are (un)surprisingly bad at it, for top tier daily detectives)

sunnie kind of beat you to this question i've already answered it here hahah!! but to keep it short. if jariel were to fit in a trope it'd ennemies to friends to lovers , so it's very much winter slowly turning into spring vibes. we're very moody, so we go back and forth between cold and warm, sometimes we want each other's head on a spike and 5 minutes later we're giving each other head, but we know our banter is most of the time never that serious.

aaaaaah this question is so interesting because i love the concept of exploring new places with different traditions and cultures but i actually hate travelling lawl. it makes me so nostalgic. but i think that in this case he's the living version of home so i'd be more than happy to go anywhere!! we're both from different countries so i'd very much enjoy it if he took me anywhere in the us. in this universe i'd probably been there multiple times but i'd still love to experience it with him, plus he probably knows some niche spots i don't. then i'd take him to my home country morocco, he'll probably complain about it at first because of how hot it is but he'll adjust to it lol. and i love the beaches there so he's in for a ride. i think he'd enjoy it a lot once i take him to museums and historical sites. or just having moroccan tea and some dinner with my mom is enough fun for him. but i'd also sooo enjoy going on a european tour with him. i live in france now so i'd bring him here too. 100% taking him to paris even if it's much more dangerous and less friendly than it looks but. still paris. we're going on multiple dates there and what better place to get him more into french literature. but i'd also love to visit italy or greece with him. actually i'd love to go anywhere as long as it's with him.

thank you so so so much for sending this aurore i had so much fun thinking about these questions and answering them!!! nosy questions are the best ever love you so much sending you so much kisses mwah <333

[zekes-lil-hellhole]

Could you do general friendship headcannons with, Floyd, Deuce, Jamil, and Kalim, I love your writing especially how you write Floyd!!

ofc I can nons!!! also omg thank you sm! I'm soso glad you like my writing 😭 I was super worried about nobody liking me when I first started writing but it seems I'm doing better than I expected to!

General friendship headcanons with Deuce, Floyd, Kalim, and Jamil

Warnings: you/yours, GN reader, pure fluff, floyd being floyd, Jamil and floyd's parts may come off a little bit romantic but I swear it's not they're just positive-attention starved, Jamil being salty, jamil also talking shit about kalim, any lowercase intended

deuce is another one you're getting into trouble with, just like ace. and again, the adeuce duo is a buy one get one free deal, so you're also friends with ace.

deuce is trying his best ok. he wants to be a good friend to you so he's doing his darndest to be nice and perfect. please reassure him that he can just be himself 😭 he needs it so badly.

since deuce is in track and field- I assume he's rather sporty in general, definitely expect some encouragement to exercise with him. he won't force you but he'd love if you would so you can spend time together

STUDY HANGOUTS he wants both of you to do well in class so he definitely studies with you whenever you get the chance!! if you're smart academically he will absolutely take the chance to get a lil tutor session from you.

he's also super good about getting into your interests, and I feel like even if it was something he wasn't used to he'd be willing to try new things with a little encouragement.

FLOYD IS VERY FUN I LOVE HIM SM

okay so you had to have caught Floyd's attention one way or another, and most would probably think he'd drop you after he gets bored but I actually doubt that? once floyd actually, genuinely gets attached to someone (platonic or romantic) he doesn't leave THAT easily

good luck trying to not get squeezed, he WILL squeeze you 2x more than anyone else. However, he will also squeeze you slightly gentler because you are very good and fun and he likes you. don't worry, he isn't squeezing with the intention of popping.

floyd may bring you free food from his shift at the mostro lounge if he gets the chance or if the mood strikes.

now, floyd may not participate in your interests, but if they're interesting enough he'll definitely watch you! he also loves when you come to his basketball games or practice.

you're not entirely immune to floyd's mood swings, but if you and him are particularly close friends, they don't get so bad when you're around. surprisingly, he's calmed by your presence.

Kalim is such a sweetheart tbh. he wants to be friends with everyone!!!

if you and him get particularly close, expect a ton of gifts from him. like, a lot. he'll always give you these massively expensive things like it's nothing and he'll be like "this reminded me of you!!!"

he's so sweet tbh. anything you do he's interested in trying, and he REALLY hopes you'll be into his interests also. any sort of instrument or vocal talent will have him ecstatic

If you're not good at trying things new, he'll help you get better at that! he's always so open about trying new things and he'll definitely encourage you to do the same.

Once Jamil trusts you, he can and will verbally thank you if you can distract Kalim and do things like study with him. if acts of service(giving) is your love language hoo boy you're going to have a blast 😭

I applaud you if you're able to make friends with him tbh

he is definitely not one to be all buddy-buddy with just anyone like kalim is, so it'll take a while of building up trust, boundaries, and understanding for him to truly consider you a "friend", and you may just be the first close friend he's ever truly had.

once he does consider you a friend though, he'll readily let you speak and/or show him anything about your interests. he won't say much but he's definitely interested.

he would also appreciate if you'd come to his basketball games but you don't have to, he won't be particularly upset about it. one of the rare times you'll see him genuinely smile is when he notices you in the audience.

if you're not in Scarabia, sometimes, when Jamil is cooking, he'll make a little bit extra for you and send it over when he gets the chance

if you allow it, jamil definitely rants about kalim when he gets the chance, just to you. if you agree with him or just listen in silence is up to you and your personality, of course.

this isn't my best work but I really hope you enjoy it anyway 😭 I'm so sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations

[trashbag-baby666]

 I thought of a really good idea. The reader‘s older brother is in a pop punk band or some thing that claims to be more hard-core than they are. Hunter absolutely despises that but then falls in love with you

Omg period!!! I decided to do head canons for this because I couldn’t really get a good plot running! But thank you sm love! 💐💜

•You’re new to the school but not to the area.

•You’d dealt with bullying your whole life and it had gotten to be too much.

•You met Hunter when you saw Skullflower playing a party. The only reason you’re at the party? Emily invited you because she noticed you were new and she knew how that felt.

•You watched as Hunter sat in a folding chair with his guitar on his lap as they played Machinery of Torment.

•You wondered what had happened to Hunters leg that it was in a bulky cast with penis’s and fire drawn all over it.

•After their set you waited for Emily to get done helping Kevin pack up. Hunter approached you first.

•”I like your shirt, I’ve seen them live twice now.” Hunter shrugged and nodded towards your Black Flag shirt.

•”Cool I’ve seen them ten times my brothers band opened for them on their last tour.” You leaned against the wall trying to come off as cool.

•”Damn who’s your brother?” Hunter raised his eyebrow.

•”Stevey y/l/n from Ocean Drive.” You shrugged.

•Emily and Kevin walked over and Kevin clapped Hunter on the back carefully to not knock him off his crutches.

•”Don’t let him scare you, y/n.” Emily smiled.

•”He doesn’t my brothers friends are way scarier and their music is heavier. No offense.” You smiled and flicked your eyes up at Hunter quick then back to Emily. Hunters had a glare on his face, he’d heard Ocean Drive before and they were not as heavy as Skullflower.

•Hunter spends the next week bickering with you during your study hall in the library the teacher hushing you two.

•You weren’t quiet mad bickering but fun bantering at each other. He made you listen to the demo’s he had saved on his phone.

•You told him about the bands you’ve met from going to concerts and your brother having traction in the music industry.

•You end up dragging Hunter to one of your brothers show’s.

•He talks a lot a shit until their set actually starts. Then Hunter gets blast away by how good they are.

•Hunter wants to play it cool though so he asks like he totally isn’t fan girling.

•After the show you take Hunter backstage where they were all hanging out.

•Your brother gives you a hug and you introduce him to Hunter and tells him that Hunter thinks that their band isn’t cool.

•Hunter quickly corrects you and you laugh as he admits he loves Ocean Drive.

•When you guys arrive at your house to drop you off you both have a mini staring contest. But you break it first and kiss Hunter.

•You get nervous and go to pull away but Hunter wraps his arms around you and pulls you over to his seat. You guys make out with each other till Kevin won’t stop calling Hunter wondering if he forgot they were going to hang out later.

[kazoohaa]

fluffy headcanons with the five heartslabyul boys? 👉👈

(it might be just me but i see them as a really great friend/support group,,, the other 4 gently helping riddle overcome his strictness about the rules,, all of them baking together,, little study sessions with them,, so soft

if you could not tell they are my favorite dorm /lh)

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. heartslabyul

— notes. i love this idea sm fdjgvjdhg ,,, 😭 heartslabyul stanning hours !! this is a good break from my fish mafia brainrots too lmaooo

— details. riddle rosehearts, trey clover, cater diamond, deuce spade, ace trappola headcanons.

deuce was very embarrassed to ask them at first, but the others very kindly agreed to tutor him in the subjects he found particularly troubling! they know how much deuce genuinely wants to improve so that he can be someone who his mother will be proud of.

ace loses things a lot. like, constantly. but the others will always be able to lend him a spare of whatever he's lost, or offer to help him look for it. he lost his textbook? that's alright, riddle has a spare from his first year. he lost his shoes? deuce supposes he can lend ace his other pair.

riddle's never had much time to (or even be allowed to) use devices, so he doesn't know how many video games or social media works, but the others will be there to teach him the.. wonders of the internet. they're very supportive and helpful (or in ace's case, very teasing) when riddle tries to play some video games.

cater buys them some matching phone cases and matching keyrings too

ace is definitely Not Afraid™ to mercilessly call out riddle if he feels like the housewarden is getting back into his habits of being overly strict with the rules. it's pretty embarrassing being straight-out called out like that, but riddle has to begrudgingly admit that ace is right.

them preparing for unbirthday parties together!! painting the roses, baking sweet treats, taste-testing them, decorating the rose garden!!

riddle's very particular about his note-taking (to nobody's surprise). he has many highlighters (which are in nice colours too, because he dislikes the bright neon ones) and he changes the colour he's using every day also while following a specific order (in the order of the colours of the rainbow :D),

^ riddle's got those "aesthetic" school supplies (especially highlighters) and his collection grows because of trey and cater giving him some more nice pens and things

they are all cater's #1 fans for his magicam account(s)!

they take lots of photos together, too, like after completing some tests, or before/during/after unbirthday/birthday parties, after baking, during study sessions or general hangouts, etc. everyone frames their favourite ones and keep them in their rooms.

GROUP PLAYLIST GROUP PLAYLIST GROUP PLAYLIST

THEY HAVE ONE. OR THREE. THEY JUST DO.

ace and cater are the ones who add the most songs in their shared playlists. riddle and trey like to play it while they're studying.

the others letting riddle traumadump about the stuff that his mother did or made him do while growing up,, and they all offer any support or comfort they can give

omg and they always try to attend all of ace's basketball matches as often as possible!! they are his best supporters >:)

ace would also swap the sugar and salt to prank people. cater and deuce (even though they were trying to convince him not to do it) will keep watch if anyones coming down the hallway while he's swapping them so that they can warn him. for some reason the prank Never Works™ on trey. but, it'll definitely work on riddle every single time! obviously, it gets him collared, but it's worth it.

trey had a 'phase' when he was younger where he thought that birds were the absolute best and coolest. no i will not elaborate

they all had emo phases at some point tbh 💔 /hj

ACE BLASTS 'SAMSUNG MORNING FLOWER 10 HOUR LOOP' AT 3AM

riddle just has morning flower as his normal ringtone. he can also play it on the piano.

[oikawaplssteponme]

okay I LOVE SOULMATE AU'S so imma send two requests cause why not

first one letter d. damage. with bakugou 🥺👉👈 perhaps not entirely like the list but in which the reader feels the pain as well (?) so whenever he uses his quirk the reader feels the explosions!! could be them finally meeting in U.A. (reader in class 1A or they're in general studies whichever you think it's best!) and fluff of coursee

uhhhh I guess that's it for the first one, if you want more details just say so!!! 🤩🥺 I'll send a second ask with the other one 👉👈. 🌺.anon

hi again anon!! i loved writing your requests so thank you for sending them in ☺️💕

~

Damage

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

warnings: some swearing, mentions of injuries

genre: fluff

a/n: because i couldn’t help myself i had Hatsume make an appearance (i just love her sm hehehe). also i sorta changed it to wear the quirk causes the damage and they can feel their soulmate’s quirk. enjoy xx

•

It started as little shocks. You felt your palms get sweaty, and start to spark. It was a strange sensation. At first, these explosions spurring out from your hands didn’t hurt too much. Then they got stronger by no fault of your own. The residue from these detonations took a toll on your hands. Your quirk had nothing to do with explosions, so why did your body seem to exert this kind of force?

Then you remembered.

Soulmates.

You feel whatever they feel. Whatever kind of damage they go through, you will too.

You assumed that your soulmate had to have some kind of explosive power, and was in constant training. They must be on the track to becoming a Pro Hero, or they had anger issues at the very least.

You were a third-year at UA High. You were in the general studies course, working alongside your best friend, Mei Hatsume, in the student workshop. You didn’t have the flashiest quirk but it was good for what you intended on doing with your life. You wanted to work with Hero’s at their agencies. You were quick with numbers and had a quirk that involved elevated intelligence. So any Hero would trust you with the logistics of Hero work.

“If I have to make that Izuku kid one more of these leg paddings I am going to lose my mind. Plus Ultra does not mean break my babies every two minutes,” Hatsume groaned. You laughed.

“Well, when we have our evaluations you can tell him that.”

“How many students do you have tomorrow?” asked Hatsume.

“I think about ten from class 3A. I finished all of their spreadsheets and costume improvements. Tomorrow I’ll just have to show them,” you explained.

Depending on quirk and commitment, certain students from outside the Hero Course were chosen to provide assistance to those in the Hero course. You were chosen to create advanced training plans, after crunching a few numbers, that will show these future Hero’s what they need to do to improve and stay on track. It was a way to show your skills to hiring agencies as well, as you can take some credit for your classmate’s success.

“I’ve got the rest of that class too for tomorrow. That's why I have to make Izuku these new pads,” she huffed. You chuckled.

“At least you know some of them by name. I barely know their names of mine and I’ve gone to school with them for three years.”

“A lot of them aren’t worth remembering,” joked Mei.

“Well, I’m gonna get some sleep before a long day tomorrow. See ya.” You packed up your things and left for the dorms.

As you were leaving, you looked over at your arm. A bruise began to form.

Great.

Then came the explosions. You would keep our arms out to avoid them from hitting your face and just let the explosions run their course.

“Can my soulmate be calm for two seconds?” You mumbled to yourself before continuing your walk to the dorms.

~

It was the morning of evaluations and you were running down to the training ground to meet your group. Your arms bruised and beaten from your soulmate’s own damage. They were sore as you carried the large stacks of papers. The Hero Course students awaited your arrival.

“Sorry I’m late you guys! I had to make sure I had everything. Okay, so these are your personalized spreadsheets to help with training. Um, who is Mina Ashido?”

“Me!” said the pink haired girl. You handed her the folder. You continued giving each student their specified folder.

“Uh, Katsuki Bakugou?” You called at last. A blond boy with spiked hair raised his hand. You handed him his folder, accidentally locking eyes with him. He had beautiful red eyes. He noticed you too.

Wait he’s cute.

“Oh uh sorry…” you mumbled, snapping back into reality. Bakugou nodded, taking the folder and walking away, his hand on the back of his head.

“So after you’ve looked over your training plan you can feel free to start putting things into practice out here or use the inside facility. Let me know if you have any questions,” you announced. Most of the students went inside, a few stayed and spread out among themselves.

“Hey! Y/N!” a voice called. You turned around to see the blond boy again.

“Bakugou right? What’s up?” You asked.

“Why did you cross this out?” he asked. He pointed to his self-evaluation that you asked everyone to fill out when creating their trading plans.

“Because for goals you wrote: ‘beat Deku’. I don’t know what a ‘deku’ is so I can’t really help you plan for that,” you explained. Bakugou chuckled.

“It’s a person.” You felt a wave of embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so stupid,” you sighed.

“It’s fine. Hopefully whatever crap you wrote in here helps me beat him,” he said.

“I can add more to it if you’d like. What’s your quirk again?” you asked, taking the folder from his hands.

“Explosions.”

Your heart dropped to the ground. There’s no way it could be him, after all, lots of people have explosive quirks. What are the odds that you go to the same school as you? You looked down at his folder. There is was.

Katsuki Bakugou. Quirk: Explosions. Using his nitroglycerin sweat, he is able to create powerful explosions from the palms of his hands.

How could you have missed this? Well, you did write most of the training plans while on only one hour of sleep, so the idea of a possible soulmate must’ve slipped your mind.

“You good?” he asked. You nodded violently.

“Yup yup, all good. Do you mind standing over there?” You pointed to the middle of the field. Bakugou did as he was told.

“Okay, uh, blast me one of your explosions,” you ordered. Bakugou smirked.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

Bakugou adjusted his stance and began to fly himself up with his explosions. He blasted himself through the air before landing in front of you. You looked down at your own hands, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

“How was that?” grinned Bakugou.

“Pretty good. I calculated better strategies for air dynamics so why don’t you try-”

*BOOM*

You had blasted yourself into the air, imitating the same pattern that Bakugou had just performed. Your hands burning with each explosion.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT- I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LAND!” you yelled. Bakugou’s eyes widened. He ran toward you as you fell back onto the ground, catching you safely.

Your face burned as you looked up at him. He smiled.

“I figured my soulmate would have handled my quirk better by now,” he joked. You sighed.

“You should be grateful that the most damage I’ve done to you is giving you a paper cut.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to Recovery Girl to bandage you up then take you out. How that dumbass?” smiled Bakugou. You smiled back, ruffling his hair.

“Sounds good soulmate.”

•

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[spartanguard]

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (CS Halloweek 6/7)

Summary: Samhain brings a turning point for witch Emma and pirate beau Killian, in both their lives and their relationship. Gods willing, what they’ve built is strong enough to resist the temptations of darkness—but the only way to find out is to move forward.

A/N: A little late, but here’s Part 6! I think I rewrote this three times, so hope you enjoy it! Again, thanks to the organizers of @cshalloweek​​​​​ for all the exciting prompts! [tags under cut]

October 30: Dance / grey | masquerade | honour | “you’re trembling” | enraged

1071 words | rated T-M | AO3 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

part 6: I’m begging for you to take my hand

A couple years ago 

Emma was surprised at how easy it was to break into the Evil Queen’s vault. There were a few protection spells up, and she’d chosen this night—that of the queen’s annual masquerade ball—to make her move, knowing that most of the guard would be stationed closer to the ballroom.

But still—it was almost...too easy. By the time she’d slipped through the last of the wards to the protected chamber, she almost feared she was running into a trap. Or the Queen really was that arrogant in her assumption that no one would dare steal from her.

Most people weren’t Emma, though—or rather, most weren’t as desperate as she was, and she had it on good authority that one of the potion ingredients she needed to break her parents’ curse was here. (She still would need to brew it correctly, but this put her a step closer.)

When she reached the doors, though, and noticed them hanging open, that’s when she knew something wasn’t right.

She held up her hands, a defensive spell at the ready—and almost took the head off the man who ran into her as she entered the room.

*~*~*~*

Killian’s fairy friend hadn’t been wrong about the spell she’d imbued his hook with—it easily cut through all of the Queen’s protection spells blocking the path to her vault. However, the rest had been a bust. All he needed—all he finally needed after all these decades—was a way to murder a Dark One. In his years of study (or, rather, obsession), he knew it was possible, but it only seemed to be other magic users who could pull it off, particularly those also familiar with the dark magic that souls like Rumpletsiltskin had corrupted their own with.

Alas, he couldn't make heads nor tails of half the things in this crypt. It was certainly a macabre menagerie, but it was clearly meant to only be used by one person, who already knew what everything was. Ah well. Perhaps he could at least nab some mutton on the way out.

If he made it out, at least. He could hear footsteps approaching as he made towards the door, and instinctively drew his sword—and nearly decapitated the lass on the other side of it.

*~*~*~*

“What the hell are you doing?” they whispered simultaneously. “I could have killed you.”

They stared at each other for a long, tense moment. Emma was glad she hadn’t blasted away his pretty face; Killian was relieved he hadn’t harmed her emerald eyes. But neither would let down enough guard to say as much.

“I’m clearly trying to rob her vault,” Emma said. “What, are you going to try to stop me?”

“Heavens no,” he threw back. “Why would I when I’m attempting the same?”

They then lowered their weapons. “Did you find what you were after?” Emma asked.

“No, and good luck finding yours,” he sniped. “I’ve seen more organized pig sties.”

Emma bit her lip, and took an unusual leap of faith. “Cover for me?”

Killian normally would have said no, but he figured it took a certain kind of person to attempt to steal from the queen. “As you wish.”

*~*~*~*

Emma’s search also came up empty, but before it was done, two Black Knights discovered their break-in and chased them out of the vault. Killian’s sword and Emma’s magic were finally put to use as they fought their way out, but only just barely.

Once they were out, they stood and caught their breaths. “I hate to say it, love,” Killian panted, “but it appears we make a good team.”

Emma smiled, but didn’t say anything. She only glanced at the end of the hall, which led into the wide-open ballroom. “Maybe, but we still need to get through that.”

“Can’t you poof us out?”

She shook her head. “I don’t have enough in me for that right now.”

He hummed in thought. “Can you at least make us blend in?” He was wearing his typical pirate garb—leather pants and jacket, and a brocade vest; she wore an equally practical tunic and leggings. Both of their rugged boots were out of place.

“Yeah, I think so,” she confirmed, and let the last of her magical energy wrap around them.

For him, she quickly fashioned a fawn coat over a black vest and gray trousers; she went slightly bold for herself and chose a red ballgown (like she’d always imagined when her parents told her stories of the balls they’d been to).

“You have excellent taste, milady,” he told her, admiring his new look—but mostly her décolletage. “Might I have this dance?”

“You may, but only on one condition—you tell me your name. Because otherwise, I’ll be forced to call you Captain Hook,” she said, nodding at his prosthesis.

“Ah, so you’ve heard of me?” he retorted, taking her hand and starting to lead her towards the great hall. Her mouth opened in surprise, but she’d more than earned the right to know his given name. “Killian Jones, at your service ma’am.”

“Swan; Emma Swan.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

They danced a graceful, albeit pointed, waltz across the room, vaguely in the direction of the exit. This was an escape, after all. But what both noticed in the moment—and what neither dared to admit for quite some time—was how much they enjoyed the feeling of being in the other’s embrace.

And, more particularly, how much they were looking forward to seeing the other again.

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Present

Emma finally released her magical grasp on Killian’s aura, but quickly moved to pull him into her arms. He was trembling something fierce even as he rested all his weight on her, and was muttering nonsense to himself again.

“Killian, do you remember the night we met?” she whispered, running a hand through his disheveled hair in what she hoped was a soothing motion. “How quick we were to work together and had each other’s backs? How we danced?”

The fog in his eyes seemed to be coming and going, but the more she talked about that night at the ball, the more it seemed to clear.

“Did you finally find what you were looking for that night?” she asked.

He nodded, almost imperceptibly were it not for the way he was leaning on her. “Aye. I found it.”

“And?”

“And I killed Rumplestiltskin. And I think I have to pay the price.”

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[pastelpaperplanes]

When you remember back to the time of seeing new characters coming out for your artist and now where you stand you see them having so much and have grown so far that you sometimes wish for the past even if the present is already wonderful

way back when where the only true OC I had was Throwback 💀💀💀 now we’re pushing 60

not gonna lie I do kind of miss the days where I was simply just drawing for all the new content that I consumed, all the og characters were a BLAST to figure out and study and learn to draw—all of that I owe to where I am now with my own new characters AND adapted art style!!

Hey I’m having fun now with my own creations and AUs but yes I do miss the days of just one blitzwing after another after ANOTHER >:D

jokes aside yeah—I’d love to experience falling in love with the tf fandom all over again if I could, finding my footing with fan art was rocky but I’ve grown sm since then both as a creator and consumer of fan work ajdbsjdb I MISS IT

[datninjalyfe]

Not Without You, Chapter 3

Chapter 3: One-For-All

“Deku?  Is that what she called you?” the young woman asked as Izuku landed his feet in front of her. He felt his cheeks flush and smiled shyly.  

He was in the center of the city where he did his work study. His mentor had finally allowed him to do his patrols on his own, and while that was really nice of him, Izuku thought it was a bit out of character since Highlight, the world’s fastest hero, liked to work in groups.  In the middle of his patrol, though, a store was robbed and there were a few hostages, the woman being one of them.  Izuku was able to apprehend the robber quickly and get the hostages to safety with the help of the police.

“Yeah, that’s me.  Are you okay—are you hurt?” he asked her.  Thankfully, she shook her head.  

“I’m okay, thanks to you.” the girl bowed her head, but flirtatiously kept her eyes locked with his, making him blush further.  

“Oh—um, no, it’s nothing really—,” he told her, before catching his reflection in one of the building windows.  A green, distorted image of his costume stared back at him. This…is a dream?  He held out his palm, trying to touch it, but his index finger went straight through his hand.  He smiled, realizing that his weeks of training had finally paid off.  But how do I wake up?  

“I can wake you up.” a voice growled, and when Izuku looked up at the girl, he was immediately jolted awake by the bright maroon eyes that looked back at him.  He was back in his dorm room, floating a few feet above his bed.  

“Oh, shit!” he said, crashing down against it, hearing a soft thud of the mattress underneath of him.  He held out his hand and when he felt his index finger touch tickle his palm, he let out a sigh of relief.  Okay, this is reality.  He reached for a journal that lay on the nightstand, furiously writing down everything he could remember about the dream.  

Izuku’s training on lucid dreaming had really only begun, which was really frustrating for him.  Since doing more research on the subject, his dreams had become intensely more vivid, though couldn’t quite control them the way he had that first night.  He still made really great progress through some of the techniques, but he knew he still had a long way to go until he could control them entirely.  After finishing writing down his dreams, he opened a drawer and placed the dream journal inside his desk.  

His phone buzzed, but he didn’t want to answer it—the book he was reading had instructions about no using electronics before bed in order to get the bed results.  But when the phone buzzed again, curiosity got the best of him and got up, walking completely naked across his room, across the large window of his balcony.  He picked up a towel off his floor that read “I Am Here!” and wrapping it around his waist, he unlocked his phone.  

The notification turned out to be nothing. Just an article about things he already knew from his work study with Highlight’s agency.  Highlight was an incredible teacher and for the most part, an idol for Izuku.  He was the fastest hero in the world, but like Shoto, he was also blessed with two quirks and could fly as well.  When he flew across the sky, it looked like a streak of a highlighter on a piece of paper and in school, he was nicknamed Highlight. From America, Highlight moved to Japan for work, but fell madly in love with someone and decided to stay.  

Sighing, he sat down at his desk that faced the window and for a few minutes, he started to doze off, but was instantly awakened when he saw a figure moving outside.  Strange, Izuku thought.  It’s like 3 in the morning…but quickly recognized the figure.  The contours of Katsuki’s body were painfully familiar—Izuku had memorized his bulky frame Izuku since they were young.  Izuku watched as Katsuki moved down the sidewalk that led to the building, his excitement like a dog whose owner had just come home.  

Katsuki had meant everything to Izuku when they were young, which annoyed Katsuki and caused him to lash out when he was angry at Izuku.  To an extent, Izuku understood—they were immature and unafraid of consequences. But as they had grown from boys to men, Izuku watched Katsuki’s bullying turn from being physical to psychological—

“You wanna be a hero so bad?” Katsuki had told him in junior high.  “I’ve got a time saving idea for you.”  He was no longer resembled a boy, but a shadow that completely towered over Izuku.  Katsuki looked down at a pathetic little quirkless Izuku, who held his arms up to protect his face from the blast that he had come to expect so many times.  “If you think you’ll have a quirk in your next life—,” Katsuki held up his hand, his palm making popping sounds from tiny explosions.  “—go take a swan dive off the roof.”  Katsuki laughed, a menacing sound that pierced through Izuku.

“That was years ago.” Izuku tried to tell himself, but even now, Izuku couldn’t let it go.  Those words had hurt him so much.  Maybe that’s why they didn’t work out—because Izuku had never forgiven him.  I would have loved you if you had been nicer to me, Kacchan.  They were doomed from the start.  “Take a swan dive off the roof.” Izuku scoffed aloud.  Those words had played constantly through Izuku’s mind during their short-lived relationship.  

Still, he watched Katsuki walk down the sidewalk, staring at his phone, Izuku couldn’t help but wonder why Katsuki was out so late to begin with.  Rumors had reached Izuku through their class that Katsuki was a workaholic, but when Izuku saw the way that Katsuki looked at his phone: Is—is he smiling?  Izuku squinted and to his demise, Katsuki was.  A smirk, teeth showing as he entered the building, out of sight from Izuku. A thought lingered in his mind—what if Katsuki was seeing someone?  Fury suddenly intertwined with jealousy, racing through Izuku.  Izuku kicked his desk, cursing loudly.  The wood split, making a loud crack before crumbling like paper.  

Why?  his mind pestered him.  You didn’t come to U.A. to have a relationship with Kacchan.  You came here to become a great hero!  And you already have an amazing boyfriend.  Who you love very much…

But Izuku wasn’t a good liar, even to himself.  He still remembered that day—that horrible day when Katsuki told him, “I can’t do this, Deku.” Katsuki hiccupped through the sobs pouring out of him.  The rest of what he said was muffled in Izuku’s ears.  All Izuku could hear were those words, over and over again.  

“K-Kacchan, please.” but Izuku’s cries were met with Katsuki’s head shaking back and forth.

“It’s okay.” Katsuki said, tears pouring from his eyes.  He didn’t try to hide them, letting the water stream down his cheeks. “We tried, Deku.”

Katsuki didn’t show up to class the following Monday either.  Izuku nervously tapped his pen against his desk watching the door for any sort of movement.  Mineta sat next to him and shrugged when Izuku asked where he was. “Not sure.  But Uraraka told me to sit here so if Bakugou does show up you don’t die—,”

Uraraka smacked him on the head, shooting him a look before asking Izuku,  “How are you feeling, Deku?”

Izuku bit his lip, fighting against his eyes that threatened to tear up.  “I-I’m doing better.”  But Uraraka still looked concerned.  She reached a hand out, lightly touching his shoulder.  

“It’ll all work out, Deku.” she told him in her lighthearted voice.  “You’ll see!”

But Katsuki didn’t show up the next day either.  Or the day after.  Finally, Izuku had the courage to pull Kirishima aside and ask him, “Is Kacchan okay?”

Kirishima blinked and looked away.  “I-I’m not really supposed to say anything about it because it’s not really set-in-stone, but he got a work study interview with a local hero.”

Izuku let out a sigh of relief, placing his hand on his chest.  “Okay…yeah, okay.  Good.”

Kirishima smiled awkwardly and the two made small chit chat before parting ways.  

The next day, Izuku walked into class, placing his stuff down on the floor next to him.  Shoto sat behind him, giving him a cute wink before sitting down that made Izuku blush slightly.  As Izuku reached into his backpack, he felt it—the smoldering heat rained down on him, coiling around his limbs and joints, swelling like liquid fire.  The scent of sweet candies filled Izuku’s nose, disorienting him briefly, blurring images in waves off the walls.  He touched his temple in a failed attempt to balance himself, trying to focus his vision.  Despite knowing better, his gaze travelled upwards, squinting through the blinding furnace.

And immediately wished he hadn’t.  Katsuki entered the room, Aizawa’s hair immediately went up, fixated on Katsuki, who shot their teacher a glaring look, but the room slowly cooled.  “Control your quirk or I’ll do it for you.”

“Tch.” was the only response Katsuki gave, sitting down next to Kirishima, across the room.  Aizawa’s hair waterfalled past his shoulders and the heat still lingered, covering their heads in warm sweat throughout the class period.  Occasionally, when it became swelteringly unbearable, Aizawa’s hair would go back up, pinning his eyes on Katsuki, who just took notes and said nothing.

After class, Katsuki was the first one up, sweeping his belongings into his backpack. Izuku tried to pack his things away quickly, but Katsuki was out the door by the time Izuku had thrown his backpack over his shoulders.  He just wanted to talk to him, let him know how sorry he was that things didn’t work out, but he hoped—

What?  That things could be how they were before?  When he was an asshole to you?  As Izuku wiped the sweat from his brow, he couldn’t help but convince himself to say nothing.

“Midoriya, you ready to go?” Shoto asked, hold out his hand.

Izuku nodded and exhaled slowly.  “Yeah.  I think I’m ready.”  

A piece of wood splintered in between Izuku’s toes and he cursed again, fully bringing him back to the present.  Things can never go back, Izuku realized.  Not ever.

---

“God, that felt great.”

The woman climbed off of Katsuki and crashing down against the pillows.  Katsuki closed his eyes—it had felt great.  Despite being extremely small framed, Katsuki liked the way she took charge.  The less work Katsuki had to do, the better.  Occasionally, their eyes would lock and she had delivered on her promise: the forest green contacts peered into him.  He got up off the bed to leave, grabbing his pants and started to put them on when he felt a soft touch on his wrist.  She had wrapped her tiny, boney fingers around him.  “Leaving so soon?”  

“I have somewhere I have to be.” the lie left his mouth before he could stop it.

She must’ve picked up on it because she laughed, telling him, “Yeah, okay.” sarcastically, but she still rolled towards him, saying nothing else as he checked to make sure he had everything.  Phone…wallet…keys?  he thought as he double checked all the pockets.  “So what’s with the green contacts?”  

He stopped, looking over to glare at her.  

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” she playfully asked him, giggling.

“Don’t.” he told her and she sighed loudly, her voice groaning.

“Come on, one more round and then you can leave.” She let go of him, but the green eyes stared up at him, begging him to stay.  

And he couldn’t say no.  Not to those eyes.  His lips crashed into hers, opening her mouth with his tongue.  She moaned loudly as he caressed her.

“Could you be any louder—?!” a voice said harshly.  

Turning around, Katsuki saw none other than Nebina Kogo.  Truthfully, it was the last person that Katsuki ever thought he would see again.  She was older now and her slim frame was outlined in the doorway.  Not much had changed, but she was taller and her hips wider.  Anger seared through Katsuki as he suddenly remembered: Nebina was the person that Izuku had lost his virginity to.

Nebina gasped suddenly, her hand flying to her heart as if she was trying to grasp it between her fingers.  She collapsed onto her knees and Katsuki got up to help her, but she was really okay within a few moments, taking a couple deep breaths.  “You always were an angry one, Kacchan.”

Did she collapse because of me? Katsuki asked himself.  Nebina was a true empath and could feel the emotions of others around her.  Katsuki took a couple deep breaths as well, to calm himself upon remembering that.

“Oh, do—do you guys know each other?” the woman on the bed asked, reaching for her pants to cover herself, but Katsuki made no such attempt.  

“Yeah.” Katsuki told her, not taking his eyes off Nebina.  “And I have a few questions.”

---

Izuku couldn’t sleep that night.  As his mind raced between Shoto and Katsuki, Izuku knew what he had to do.  He just didn’t know if he could do it.  Occasionally, the thought of him just being single for the rest of his life.  I’m here to be a hero—I’m here to develop my quirk—

“My….quirk?” he looked at his hands as an idea popped into his head.  He rushed over to his bed carelessly tossing the covers over him.  He knew it was probably a bad idea.  5% only, he told himself…just to see how it works.

If it even works.  

His eyes closed, allowing his body to slowly fall asleep.  He felt the power of One-For-All rush through his body, pushing itself through him further. 5%, he thought.  Only use 5%.  And he drifted into a deep slumber.  Deep maroon eyes stared back at him underneath his eyelids.  Let me stay here, forever, with you…arms took him in a loving embrace before lips fell onto his.  The kiss was deep and passionate—something Izuku hadn’t felt in so long.  “Love me, Kacchan.” Izuku told him through the hazy kiss.

“Midoriya?” a voice said far away.  

“Ka—kacchan!” he yelled out, pulling him in as close as he possibly could.  

“Midoriya!”

Izuku awoke in his room, sweat dripping down his face. The gray and blue eyes of Shoto looked back at him.  “Are you okay?” Shoto asked him, hints of concern written across his face.  “You were screaming.”

Izuku clutched his chest, trying to control his breathing. “Sorry.”  His eyes averted Shoto’s gaze.  But instead, he took a deep breath.  “Todoroki, I really have to tell you something—something I should have told you about weeks ago.”

“Can it wait?” Shoto asked.  “We are being summoned.”

“Summoned?  By who?”

“You mean by whom.” Shoto corrected him.

“Very well.” Izuku didn’t try to hide his eye roll and vexed, he asked, “Who is summoning us?”

“My father.” Shoto said.  “Said he found All Might.  And it isn’t looking good.”

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[cherry-writings]

hiya! welcome to the community! do you have any headcanons abt tsuzuru, kazunari, and omi hanging out since they all go to the same college?

author note: aaa thank you sm for the welcome!! i sincerely hope i do your ask/request justice, especially since you're my first ask ever! speaking of your request, i found it to be really interesting and fun to write! i hope you enjoy reading these ♡

-ˏˋ tsuzuru, kazunari and omi friendship headcanons ˊˎ-

the college boys.

it's already obvious that tsuzuru and kazunari are familiar with one another, since the latter was his senior in high school. (not to mention, it was stated in the game/anime)

i seriously think they both tend to be looked after by omi?? (it's already basically canon that he's like a doting parent/big brother)

like,, whenever tsuzuru finishes a script and he's already on his way to snoozeland―i picture omi carrying him to his bed all tenderly. banri would lowkey try to tease him for it but omi isn't fazed lol

also, he would always refill tsuzuru's cups of coffee so that the said male wouldn't have to go out of his way to do it himself.

now with KAZUNARI

there was this one time he was struggling with one of his classes (he was studying for an exam rip)

kazunari isn't dumb or anything but,, he's not exactly a genius either

and so, omi happens to walk by and just barely looks over the struggling blonde's shoulder, noticing the amount of blanks on his paper

the taller male easily puts two and two together

"do you need help? i did that class last year"

cue kazunari having animated tears streaming down his eyes. he merrily accepts the help, occasionally whining over how omi's such a god.

i mean, kazunari isn't too far from wrong

because omi's always looking after them, tsuzuru and kazunari tries to return the favor

omi is exhausted after a play and it's his turn to cook dinner? tsuzuru insists on taking his place.

someone needs to wash the dishes? kazunari's already rolling up his sleeves and scrubbing a dish

omi kinda knows what's going on but he's appreciative nonetheless. not to mention, he finds it just nearly amusing

i think that since kazunari's such an extroverted guy, he always tries to get tsuzuru to go out more. whether it's mixers, little parties, or just college activities―he's insisting that the light brown-haired male comes with

he doesn't come along all the time, but tsuzuru is usually there to keep an eye on kazunari (even though he's younger)

but sometimes, he actually really enjoys himself

like that time the two of them went to karaoke (i would love to elaborate but that's a whole another request)

but the two of them had the idea to really make it up to omi

they went roller skating (the amount of times poor tsuzuru fell on his behind―)

and afterwards they took him out to this really nice food joint

overall, not only did omi have a blast―they all did.

and kazunari's instablam was full of pictures he had took on their outing

and that's the dynamic for the college trio

(i hope this isn't too bad?? i kinda wrote more than i intended lol)