#and hope someone will find it pleasent to look at

[i-will-write]

I find myself struggling to describe environment’s. I always describe what characters do or what the character is thinking, but always forget to describe the space around them, usually because I feel like I’ve made the paragraph too long already. Any help?

Nailing the sweet spot between descriptions and actions is very hard, but a tip I found very useful when writing is this: make your characters interact with the space around them.

A big part of describing things is to make the reader feel like they are in the scene with the characters. If a specific details is not needed, or the characters wouldn't notice it, just ignore it (ex. Do the readers really need to know that the lightbulbs emits yellow light? Is it fundamental for their immersion to learn about the invisible-to-the-charachter spider hiding behind the curtain?) .

Another trick is what I call implied description. Instead of ""wasting"" two lines describing the table and the chair in the middle of the room try incorporate it in the actions (ex. B walked in the room just to see A already sitting at the old oak table. B gripped the backrest of the opposite chair, the sharp edges digging into his palm.) or even put it in the middle of a dialogue ("What fo you want?" asked A, hidden finger pulling at the tablecloth in anxiety. "Just to have a quick chit-chat" B sat heavily on the chair to his left, plastic groaning at the weight "like any old friend would do.". B's tie was the same deep-wine colors of the drapes obscuring the windows.).

Of course this is not a one-size-fit-all solution, sometimes there is no alternative but writing four paragraphs of descriptions, as writers we have to live with that. And sometimes our writing style simply lends itself towards a more descriptive-heavy writing! There is nothing bad in that either (ex. literally the whole "Wheel of times" serie)!

So, in the end, I guess my advice is to embrace your writing style and to cut your description into bite-size pieces to then scatter around the scene.

I really hope this will help you some @nxrthwind! Good writing!

[nogenderbee]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Kaeya, Neuvillette, Ayato, and Wriothesley with a dragon s/o?

Also, how are you?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yeah!! I kinda sillies in Kaeya's part but I hope it's not a problem- Either way, I'm good! Snd you~? ^^

Hope you like what I wrote hehe

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Kaeya noticed dragon-like looking person when he was walking back home from Angel's Share, so naturally, he thoughts it's alcohol doing...

✧ but who is he to decline his fate? He came up and complimented your features anyway, sure tomorrow he'll see you as normal citizen

✧ from your end, you noticed the man was obviously under influence of alcohol but he wasn't harmful... so you let the conversation go the way you wanted~

✧ and when on next day he discovers it wasn't him tripping... well.. he's glad to have such an interesting friend! Because unless you push him away, he's not gonna back away from this friendship!

"My my~ It's rare to see someone so pretty! That tail must be really heavy, huh? Want me to hold it for you?"

✧ but if you two are lovers and he sees your real form by mistake... he'll be freezed for a second... hehe get it? Because in his ult he- ehem.. sorry..

✧ but when he sees you panicking, he immidietly chuckles and assures you while caressing your cheek with his hand gently and maybe flirt while he's at it as well~

"Why would I ever think you're a monster when you're as stunning as always, my darling? Maybe even more~ This "scary look" definitely makes you look even more lovable~"

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your cavalry capitan~

✧ Ayato, being head of Kamisato Clan, is always trying to be as respectful as possible, be it if you come from different region or aren't human... as long as you're friendly and give him respect back, he'd be happy to chat

✧ but dragons in Inazuma are still rarely seen... so when he noticed you on his walk, he tried approaching you with a soft look

✧ he honestly just wishes to get to know you and maybe realize the difference between human and dragons behavior... and who knows? Maybe he'll get to know even more if he plays his cards right?

"Good evening. I'm sorry it I started you, I just noticed your... rare beauty and wondered if you'd be interested in a little chat?"

✧ tho if you're already partners and you happened to hide your real form well... he'll be even more interested...

✧ how did you manage to hide it from him for so long? He's curious to me know this and many more about you

✧ but if he sees you're stressing yourself over the fact he found out, he'll be quick to calm you down, assuring you he still loves you the same

"Please calm down... I don't see why you hid it in the first place... Did you really thought I wouldn't love you just because you have tail? If anything, I say you only expanded my interest in you~"

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your boba lover!

✧ and so is Neuvillette~ he just has a bit of a better disguise while you're... walking proudly in your form... and that's alright!

✧ if you can be easily found on streets, he'll be happy to see another dragon friend and will probably even approach you himself

✧ Charlotte definitely saw you two interacting at some point, especially since Neuvillette is a big person, but of course she asked first before publishing anything and it's up to you if you were in the news or not!

✧ but if you prefer hiding in quieter places, there's still a chance he found you and yob two chatted either way

✧ he'd probably come off as calm but in reality, he's pretty excited to finally meet another dragon with such a pleasent personality

"I find it quite surprising we haven't met untill today... I'd like to get to know you more if you don't mind."

✧ and if it happens you both are already dating when you spoil your secret identity~ believe me, he won't mind one single bit!

✧ he literally can't understand why you even tried hiding it from him when he already told you he's the same

✧ but don't worry, he's not mad, if anything he's gentle and tries his best to be reassuring

"Why were you afraid? Haven't I already revelead I'm the same? My love for you can't be broken, no matter who you turn out to be."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your otter judge~

✧ Wriothesley is already friends with Neuvillette and has pretty sharp eye and ear, there's no way he didn't know his friend is a dragon

✧ so when he got our of Fortress of Meropide to get some work done and saw a dragon, of course he was surprised since seeing one is rare, but he also didn't care to make a scene

✧ he probably ignored you letting you live your life since there was no reason for him to interrupt anything, unless... you're wandering around terrains, the he may

"Excuse me, you may want to keep away from these terrains. You may be taken as a prisoner running away by mistake."

✧ and if you already were his partner, I feel like he'd hear some stories from his dragon friend already... so he'd joke that you act like some dragons in the stories, turning out to be... half joke...

✧ but when you finally reveal the truth to him, he doesn't mind at all! The only thing that changed is the way he may tease you from time to time but that's it

"Walking around in your true form for once? Glad you're comfy. But watch out for your tail or it'll knock down something."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your teddybear duke~

[harmoonix]

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✿Astrology Notes✿

If you dance, I'll dance

And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Give peace a chance

Let the fear you have fall away

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✿ Mars - Moon aspects can control their fury/ let it out to release themselves, they can control their emotions up to a certain point. Don't make these people angry because they can get angry very easily

✿ Pluto - Ascendant aspects are very powerful and magnetic to all the energies around them and these people can find a lot of people projecting on them

✿ Lilith - Sun aspects, they are very rebellious, like to make justice, and their personality can be very strong towards other people, these natives are very magnetic and people can find them very attractive. They can have a lot of nerve

✿ Mercury aspecting Venus or in Venusian Degrees (2°,7°,14°,19°) either in (Libra or Taurus) can have a very magnificent and pleasent voice

✿ Jupiter in Earth signs (Taurus, Capricorn. Virgo) can make money very fast due to their analytical minds

✿ Having Sagittarius ascendant is a big indicator of having a very beautiful body or a very beautiful appearance because Jupiter, your ruler is expanding and blessing your Ascendant. This can apply to Pisces Risings because Jupiter is their traditional ruler.

✿ Moon at 18°\22° degrees can struggle with letting their emotions go, to release themselves, is kinda hard for these people to talk about their emotions, they can get very attached and can have a hard time to get over some things 🫂

✿ Jupiter - Venus aspects are very charming and can have a very good personality, a lot of people can put their eye on them

✿ This might be my opinion only but I saw people with Scorpio/Sagittarius/Capricorn and Aquarius placements being very good at revenging, i think is mostly because they can be very loyal and these natives don't like to be betrayed and they can have a lot of revenging thoughts if you do them dirty, Scorpio have Pluto energy to identify and destroy, Sagittarius having Jupiter to let them win most times and Capricorn and Aquarius who have karma by their side always 🫂

✿ Virgo/Gemini Moons, /Moon in the 3rd house/6th house can overthink very much and can become very unhealthy for them! These people have serious anxious attacks and can get sad very easily

✿ Jupiter in the 8th house can be an indicator for marrying someone rich 💸🫰🏼

✿ Neptune in 1st house people can project a lot of people on them without wanting 😭 they get other people attention very easily and people can very intrigued with these natives. Is honestly a blessing

✿ Lilith in the 2nd/5th/10th houses can have a very good appearance and very big magnetism/appeal, is like people want them very much, even to touch them

✿ Lilith in the 6th house can have people obsessed with them, especially at their work place

✿ Uranus in 6th house can work in very different places most in their lives they can switch their jobs a lot

✿ Venus in the 10th house can also indicate having a public relationship, having a relationship a lot of people will know about. You and your partner could work in the same job.

✿ Capricorn Risings have very a beautiful face structure, they looks very pretty in everything but mostly dark colors (brown-black-green-)

✿ Neptune - Venus aspects can be very stylish and classy 💅🏼💅🏼, they are high fashionable. I tell you the truth!!! They are like "Oh my gloss, people are staring at me because I'm so pretty"

(especially Venus - Neptune conjunction. Oh my gloss, i wish i had this Conjunction in my chart)

✿ Libra Placements are very romantic, especially Libra Moon and Libra Venus they are hopeless romantics who hope for that true love and try search that type of love all their life

✿ Having big Taurus influence in your chart can make you a very lovely and possessive person, you love your friends and family very much and you would do everything to protect them

✿ Pluto in the 4th house are VERY protective people, they would do everything for their family and loved ones, these people love very hard and sooooo intense their love isss.... EVERYTHING

✿Chiron in the 1st house positive side.. so y'all after this placement is healed the native looks ETHEREAL. Believe me I have this placement in my sidereal chart and if you start to love yourself you will see a lot of changes TRUST THE PROCESS ❤️🤗

✿I see people not talking enough how powerful Lilith in the 6th house can be, masters of mind, attracting a lot of people from your work, being seen very magnetic by others. Your colleagues can see you very attractive and can simp or crush for you (This can apply only sometimes because of course it depends what kind of colleagues you have at work)

[admrlthundrbolt]

Some Nights (Hugo Stiglitz x Chubby Reader)

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Being the medic for the Inglorious Bastards was one thing, but being the only woman of the group on top of that. It could be quite the challenge. Adding Hugo Stiglitz to the mix, it seemed you would never get a moment of peace.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Recently rewatched this movie and fell in love with Hugo again. I just love a deadly character with a heart. Hope you guys enjoy.

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Your heart raced as you calmly walked down the hall. Anyone who claims you get used to espionage work was a liar. No amount of training could ever make you ok with being in a room full of nazis. Still, everyone you passed got a sweet smile and nod as you went. You were a professional after all. Being a part of the Inglorious Bastards was proof of that.

Opening the final door and stepping into your destination, you steeled yourself. There at the back holding cell was Hugo Stiglitz, the Gestapo killer himself. Your mission was to get him in a better position to be rescued. And it would take an act of God to stop you.

Going over to the only guard on duty, you placed your hand on his newspaper. A pleasent look fell onto your face. “If you would assist me with the prisoner. I would greatly appreciate it.” You were pulling out all the bells and whistles, even putting a more helpless tone in your voice. Men always did love helping out a damsel in distress.

The salacious grin that settle in his lips was down right slimy. “And why would you need to see the prisoner, Fraulein?”

Sweetening your expression a bit more, you took the paper from his hands. “I need to prepare him for transportation. They are impatient for him in Berlin.”

It seemed that would do the trick. He quickly scrambled from his seat and fumbled with the keys. “I thought they weren't transporting him for another week.” His hands shook some as he inserted the correct key.

“Like I said, they are growing tired of waiting to make an example of him.” He moved aside and let you pass him into the cell.

Hugo had paid your conversation with the guard little attention. Until you entered the cell, he didn't even give you a glance. But once you were in front of him, he couldn't stop staring. Your full figure filled his glaze in a heavenly way. A softness he had never dreamed of brimmed from your uniform.

It was a damn shame that you worked with the Nazi scum. At least that’s what he thought, until you approached him.

“You ready to blow this joint.” Then you turned to the soldier and placed a handgun between his eyes. There was a flash of something in your eyes that he found intoxicating.

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The next few hours were a flurry of bullets and introductions. Though he found that his eyes always managed to find their way back to you. It was like you had this pull to you that he couldn't resist. He was bewitched.

An elbow bumped into him. Looking over he noticed Donowitz shaking his head. “I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. Lieutenant sees her like a sister, so that’s not a good idea.”

He thought about it for a moment. But as his eyes met yours across the room. He decided that it was worth the risk.

Aldo noticed you eyeing the new recruit and linger for longer than he thought was appropriate. Scoffing, he guided you to the hallway. “I can’t help but notice how much attention you're already giving Stiglitz. I don’t think it’s a good idea to intermingle.”

You gave him a stern look. “When is it ever a ‘good' idea for me to mingle.” Pointing a finger into his chest you spoke a bit louder. “Really, when will someone be good enough to be with me. We are an elite band of killer and yet you still treat me like the little girl that you first met.” You went over to the near by staircase and plopped down on the bottom step.

Ludo shook his head and sat next to you. “I just want what’s best for ya.”

Patting his knee you sighed. “I know, but we're in a war. You never know when this day may be our last. So let me live before I can’t.”

He pulled you into a strong side hug and relented. “OK, but if anything happens…”

You elbowed his side. “Darling, as if anyone could do something to me and get away with it.”

Bringing you in closer he laughed. “That's my girl.”

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A few weeks later Ludo decided it was time to make good on your conversation. So as he gave out assignments, he called your and Hugo's names for an espionage assassination. You glanced at each other in slight shock and step forward for your debriefing. It was all standard fare for the bastards. Follow a higher ranking officer's schedule, find a time to discreetly dispose of him.

Nodding at the brief, but clear explanation, you went to gather your things. Only to stop when Ludo placed a hand on your shoulder.

Leaning to your ear, he quietly says. “Make the most of this (Y/N).”

Looking up at him, a smirk slid onto your face. “I plan on it.”

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Some days later, you were both posted at a small hotel. It was a common affair stop, you and your mistress would meet up for an hour, then part ways. It wasn’t hard finding the man’s mistress, he wasn’t very secretive about the situation in the hotel. So when she came down the usual ten minutes before him, we made our move.

The man was laying on the bed smoking a cigarette. Walking in with a few towels, you acted flustered at his state of undress. You looked down to the floor quickly. “I’m so sorry sir. I believed the room to be unoccupied.”

He seemed irritated yet curious. “As you can see, it is still in use. But perhaps it could be used a bit more.” He stood up and let the thin sheet fall from his bare body.

You went to continue the innocent act, only for the door to burst open. Hugo was supposed to wait for a distress signal, if you couldn't take him down quietly that is. But it seemed like that option went out the window.

He flew at the man, tackling him to the bed. Wrapping his hands around his neck, putting all of his weight on the fighting man.

As you took post at the door, hoping that no one heard the scuffle. You couldn't help but admire the raw strength that he was using. It filled your head with impure thoughts. Though they were quickly snuffed out as the man pulled a gun from seemingly nowhere.

Rushing forward, you started wrestling the weapon from his hands. Only for it to go off in the process. The bang surprised you both, but it gave you the upper hand. Slamming a pillow over his face, you jammed the muzzle into it and pulled the trigger.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Your eyes met for only a moment, before like a magnet you were drawn together. Lips crashing into one another, you leaned over the body and embraced.

Your not sure how much it would have escalated, if not for your hand brushing across something warm and wet. Pulling back, you smiled as he chased after your lips, but frowned at the blood on your hand. Drawing his arm towards you, there was a sizeable red stain near his shoulder. There was a rip and from a quick exam it seemed to be a graze.

“We need to get out of here and take care of this.” You pulled him towards the door. Grabbing the officer’s coat along the way, to cover his injury.

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The next morning you woke up a bit sore, but warm. The body pressed against yours made sure of that. Smiling at Hugo in the early light of the sunrise, you sighed. Shifting deeper into his embrace, he began to stir.

He looked down at you and gave you a satisfied smile. “Good morning.” Then he squeezed you even closer.

Leaning up you pressed a long kiss to his lips. “That it is.”

As you gazed at each other in the golden light of the morning, you felt a inner warmth that was wonderful.

You just hoped that this feeling would carry you through to the tavern mission tonight. Knowing your boys it would be an interesting time.

[frost-queen]

hi! i'm slightly new here and i want to ask how you set up your account to take in requests and make all these masterpieces?

(i've been following you for a while and i really love all your works, especially your bridgerton reader ones)

Oh wow an honour to have this question. First of all hi 👋 welcome to my humble bumble blog. There is lots to explore with 3 masterlists where i'm sure you can find the fandoms to your liking. (Link in my bio).

Oh wow uhm let me think... I still remember the moment I decided to put up this blog. It was when the star wars movie the force awakens came out. I had just seen it in the movie theatre. Became obessed with Kylo Ren & decided to give it a shot. (I had been writing some minor things mostly for myself before, which if anyone found those papers in my folder, i would die with embarrassment 😂🤭)

I literally wrote my first fic for Kylo Ren with no expectations. If I had even 1 like i was already happy. Then I wrote a part 2. Rolled into some new fandoms like Awae I think. Mostly I just wrote my own idea's that had popped up in my head. Wrote them down & once again uploaded them with no expectations but sharing my idea. I had always allowed my inbox to be open for everyone, not expecting much things from it. Then one day the first ask came in. Idk which fandom it was for anymore, but I felt euphoria that someone wanted me to put their idea's on paper. I loved to make that person happy & have their dream idea be marked with ink (digital words 😉) on paper. I do have to admit that when I look back at those first fic's my writing has taken a huge turn. I mean I have been constantly changing, trying out what I could do better or how it would read more pleasently. I guess the more requests came in with the wider I expended my writing fandoms. I didn't think it would boom this much, but I am loving it ever since. I love that I can share my passion & make others happy by printing their idea's out on papers.

I inhale books 😂 so I get much intell and inspo for that. Also my mind is like an imaginary factory all by itself. There does not go a day by where I don't think about fanfiction idea's. Music is a great deal for me. I cannot write without music. Not only the lyrics but the vibe of the song helps a lot with writing scene's. For me it feels so real then. I even have some Spotify playlists for certain vibes (like a whole Bridgerton inspired playlist 😉).

I feel like I have been taking a side rail on this question hahah I can go on for forever but I feel like I perhaps should tone my enthusiasm down 😂. To conclude, all of this didn't start in a few days. It took months for me to even receive maybe one, two or three asks. I wouldn't consider myself a masterpiece writer, but I am too humble for that 🤭 and thank your compliment ❤️. I am always open for exchanging my "wisedom" to others (not that I consider myself an expert, far from).

Thank you for loving my Bridgerton fics 😘 if you ever need anything, you only need to ask 🩷 I hope in this huge mess of words, you find an answer to your question 🤭

[umbrasnow]

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⋆𖦹 Hi there,

Um you don't know me but Liza said i should reach out cause I've been looking through your blog and think you're really cool! hope it isn't a bother!

I've met your partner though! Zero! he seems very nice! and you do too!! you two seem very cool!! and a really lovely relationship!!

right yes!! i wanted to ask how you two met? if you're comfortable sharing? don't want to pry!

okay that's all!! hope this isn't a bother!!

This is Ouroboros signing off! (@wallcreeper-and-oro)

◊ Oh my. Well, isn't this sweet? It's a pleasure to make your aquaintence, darling; it's rather an experience to hear that our rambling discourse on the omninet has brought some joy. I will admit, it's rather a... new occurance. He and I were well known amongst our peers during CORSAIR's mercenary days for being... hm. Cold suffices as a descriptor, I suppose.

◊ Nice is certainly an interesting way to depict either one of us. You too are mercenaries, no? You are... aware of what it means, to specialise in wetwork? If you are not, I could describe it. Our chosen line of work does speak volumes regarding our characters, I have found.

◊ ah but, enough about your apparent impressions of us. How did we meet? That is a story I am willing enough to share, I suppose. I must say to head off further questions, that by and large I prefer not to speak of who I have been; however, your particular question lays within the time of my life I see no reason to veil.

◊ He and I were assigned to our squadron together, before we were blooded as mercenaries. The rest of what would eventually become Misericorde found us... offputting. They flaked away slowly but surely, driven away by either one of us with time. However, we two alone found each other acceptable company. We understood one another, in ways we were not accustomed to being understood. It formed a foundation sturdy and lasting, as I would hope is evident from our lasting partnership-

◊ ah, I do feel I should clarify lest you get the wrong impression of my dear Zero. While we are life partners of a sort, we are not romantically entangled. He can sleep with whomever he so chooses- and he often does. It only becomes my concern if he so chooses someone liable to make an attempt on his life in the aftermath, which- as I'm sure he would be happy to regale you about, this is not an uncommon thing. Alas, I do rather like him alive. He keeps things awfully interesting, no?

◊ ...I suppose that was a pleasent enough question to answer. I do wish you all luck with your mercenary endeavors in the coming times; as my dearest said, perhaps we will find ourselves hired by the same contractor one of these days. Who can say.

[ Khione ]

[despair-to-future-arcs]

What are you two doing?

Hey guys, isn't it getting a bit moody?

I mean... whatever reason Hope's Peak Academy had against Lottie joining probably was because they think Lottie wasn't good enough doesn't mean anything.

Besides, I've been in that school for months and it isn't as great as it is if you ask me.

Yeah... I could see why given how the school has been with you Nagi, it's not exactly very pleasent.

Hm... yeah, I guess your right; I mean it's not like they'll explain to me when I ask anyway.

Yeah exactly, so let's just try and have some fun; after all we are in an amusement park, shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?

Right... I suppose we should, huh? Let's go and enjoy ourselves.

...Do you always do that, Nagi? I mean your just avoid talking about this when it effects me.

I know but even then it isn't good to think negatively, especially when we are suppose to have fun, right?

And I just don't want to talk about Hope's Peak right now so let's just enjoy ourselves.

Oh... right yeah, I guess not since your birthday is coming up, that is rather rude of me.

Wait whoa hold on, your birthday is coming up Nagi?

November 29th, that's my birthday and I'll be turning 18 soon.

Meaning I'll be an adult and I do want to enjoy myself until then so let's go!

Yeah Lottie, let's try and enjoy your buddy's birthday, okay? I'm sure it would help bring up the mood!

Yeah I...I guess your right, let's go and have fun then but we should eat first then go on more rides.

Anyway, Ren - given some companies are looking into your tech recently, how is that going?

Ah well, I think they were quite impress and honestly are thinking of offering me a job pretty soon so I'm excited!

Oooh, that's pretty awesome - I can wait to see it on TV!

Wait so you created something?

Yeah it's a device called the 'MacBook' that I'm working on and developing during my time in the Reserve Course so it's a lot of work but I nearly got it complete.

Which you can also take anywhere if you want so it took a lot of time to develop too!

Ah... so a lot of tech stuff I don't understand, good to know.

*Which as the 3 were talking and eating together*

Man Shoji, today's been fun and we got meet up with a lot of pals, huh?

Hm yeah, it really has honestly...

Well... except for Sosuke, it annoys me that he found out I had a girlfriend.

Eh... I mean, someone was gonna find out but why is he so hung up on it?

Well it seems he was trying to get with one of the student council members, he's been at it for like... a year and a couple of months. I just think he should give up, she's not interested in him if you ask me but that's not my business.

Yeah your right, anyway after we eat - let's go on more rides and games!

'My first date with Shoji was a lot of fun... I just... I wish we had more fun...'

[fuckyatalkinbout]

The accursed wish

My wish is to die, it's not really like I'm depressed, some call me crazy, but I just can't see myself being around humans anymore. They are pattern seekers, predictable parasites that contamine everything. Of course there are nice moments with them, they know how to love, cheer eachother up, joke around, but somehow that part is missed by me. It Fades away too fast. Anyway, I've wanted to go to buy some weed, so I can sit alone and paint. I like painting, it makes me feel like I do leave people like myself something behind, even tho they can't see it, they might feel it. Maybe someone want's the same thing as me and creates art for me. That would be nice. The weed is just for relaxation. You know when your home country is collapsing and nobody dares to speak up because they might get angry eyes looking at their soul, judging and thinking bad thoughts. Then they don't talk. That's how you get the world to agree to shut up. Mutual acknowledgement of death and fear. And while that country is collapsing, I've moved to a knew one, a worse one. The people are warm, different, positive. That is a good aspect, but I do miss the never made memories I could have gathered along the downfall. The beauty of duality fascinates me. Chaos and order will always be. Although I consider chaos as beutiful, I couldn't comprehend that even if I die in chaos, everything would be fine. You can only learn that through order. If you live in order, you can't die, because you have things to do, stuff to finish. If you die in chaos, you just die. I find myself even more conflicted with these people. That's why I paint. Ordered chaos on a canvas is worth the same time as ordered chaos in human minds and they're societys. I've grown to like a painting of me, that I drew for a person. I drew it with my blood. She didn't understand what the chaos on the canvas, and the orderly put together lines of blood meant and threw it away. Again an forgetable experience, exept I gave away my blood for the hope of reciving a spot for my painting, but got rejection. That made me question if my blood does in fact hold no true meaning in order aswell, or if these pleasent people here just hold facades to live for another day in chaos. My mind went blank and I just stared into the Glass with the bloody pen. If there is no meaning in a destined or sudden death. If there is no meaning in Blood. If the human race cannot see or comprehend Art. Then why bother picking up the pen? My wish wasn't my death, it was a world without humans, the death of all. To not be hypocritical, I picked up the knife again and started with my ownd death. My wrist open, smearing on canvases and screaming in pain, I felt my death. Finally I felt what Art means. My deathwish came through, I just didn't realize that I wouldn't get the chance to live a normal life with this wish, but I guess that doesn't matter now. I wish I never wished for death. I wish now for another chance with a different canvas.

[despairinthedeparturelounge]

Melian

Thranduil x f!reader

So many things changed after the big battle, you hope this goes for better

Warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, mention of miscarriage, fluff and happy ending and yea... a lot of cringyness

like & Comments are very much appreciated

Autumn was late to arrive at Mirkwood realm but the early morning breeze put a smile on your face as you walked pass the garden in between quarters,

The weather was pleasent and freshening but even the gentle cold made the sensitive skin of your swollen belly to react in worst ways, you still had weeks to end the semester and the following winter was the time for the baby to be born, but this time was a bit different.

Wrapping the cloak around your body, you carefully enter the garden to find your first born training, more like playing, with the bow that was almost as tall as he was and arrows that were all over the ground, some even half deep in the grass making you question the power the little one hold.

Sun was shining through tall trees down on the golden hair prince totally unaware of your presents still, your smile soon turned into laughter when he tripped over and fell on the ground, "your ada was right about the hair, my little one, you can't see in front of you!" You hummed sitting uncomfortably on the grass, letting a shaky breath out, his head was quick to pop up "nana.."

"Soon with all the nagging?"

He shook his head taking your hand to help him stand, pouting his lips making you smile wider cleaning his dirty cheeks,

"My knee hurt..."

"Which one deary?"

He turned and dropped himself in your embrace taking your both hands and wrapped them around himself,

To you Legolas was always the golden ray of sunshine, bringing warmth and joy where ever he walked in, even when he was in your belly, the energy he radiant through you was felt by every soul you walked with

Your true blessing

Caressing his golden hair you kissed his head several times before drawing a fussy noise from him, turning around in your arms he mindlessly moved his legs around you to sit facing your frame, finally settling down, his eyes where quick to fall on your bump carefully touching it,

"Ada said, he will be here soon"

"So ada thinks he's a boy?"

He nodded looking up at your face, "what do you think?"

To your surprise he gently put his ear on your belly, "Leg-"

"Nana shhh"

Placing his small fingers on your lips you happily kissed them making him giggle in response,

"She doesn't talk to me anymore"

He admitted dropping his hand to your chest, clinging to your dress

"The baby talked to me last night, but now..."

He pouted his lips again looking for an answer in your worried eyes, you waited few seconds before placing your own hand on the side of your bump when a sudden sharp pain passed through your spine, your breath hitched in your throat trying not to scare the child in your arms,

"Let's play a game okay?" You let out a sob while smiling "let's see how fast you can get your ada for me, alright my elfling?" Patting his back you helped him stand back on his feet before running back to the chambers,

Trying your best to stand up with shaky legs another trail of pain burnt through your abdomen,

Moving your cloak aside to walk faster than the growing pain that was taking all over your body,

"Not now, no no no not now!!"

You cried walking up the stairs, "lady Y/n!" You heard someone but before taking a look around your vision wet blur.

You woke up from what it felt to be hours with a sharp pain all over your body, "my lady you must stay awake"

"It's too soon for labor" you panted looking at the healers standing next to your bed

"But it is happening and i need you to stay conscious my queen"

Dressed up in sweat and tear you were crying with every breath you took, screaming.

The quarter's doors swing open only to reveal your worried husband, "y/n.."

"Thranduil... i can't... i can't do it"

You begged and cried as you gripped his sleeve to pull him closer,

He carefully kissed your forehead while moving your hair away from your wet face, "i can't, i can't lose this one"

Your sobbing got louder as he touched the sensitive skin of your arms to help you sit accordingly, "you're not gonna lose it, you're not gonna lose anything" taking your trembling chin in his hand "look at me, meleth nìn" kissing your eyes he gave you time to calm down and catch your breath.

"If i lose this one, it will be the third" sobbing harder you squeezed his arm harder when another stroke of pain hit you, "three..."

His eyes were filled with tears watching you in this condition "The other two didn't make it this far my love, i know how you feel if i could take the pain or make it go away i would!" He sounded helpless looking in your eyes, "i would bear the pain to last bit cause i can't see you this way" bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

You cried more feeling the contractions starting, "this one's stronger can't you feel it?"

He whispered holding your hand tighter,

"I can't feel anything! It was nothing like when i had our son" shaking your head you let out another painful cry fearing for your little elf to hear,

"There's a battle field, a war difference between these two,"

Holding his shoulder in your hand you placed the other hand on your bump to force a pressure on it,

"I'm not the same as i was, my body is not the same, i can't" it was healed but your body was still carrying the scars and your mind was no better, unable to process the importance of the life you were delivering.

Giving it all your energy you started pushing as the maiden rubbed your sore spine,

Screaming with pain your hand drop to the headboard of the bed as another maid reached you.

The windows were all open since you were sweating your gown wet and between all the screams and cursing you heard your son crying from behind the closed doors and you could swear you heard him calling for you,

Searching for your husband you mouthed a please before looking at the door again, "Thranduil please, he'll cry to the point of fainting"

"Lady Y/n has a strong body my lord, you can go" an elderly woman said before turning his attention back to you, "i'll be back soon" you blinked for assurance, forgetting your pain for a moment

"Almost there my lady, just one more" squeezing the mattress in your fist you gave in to just make this go away as soon as possible.

On the other side of the door Thranduil tried to comfort his first born, only to have him crying silently in his arms "can we go to nana now?"

"Soon we will dear one,"

"I don't like the baby" he stated playing with the pattern drawn on his father's collar, "may i ask why?"

"She's hurting nana, i saw her crying too it was for the baby in her" he mumbled not looking up at his father, "your nana is one of the strongest elves i've ever seen!" He said sitting on the edge of his chair putting his boy to sit on the table before him, "she fought in a battle so big! So brave. She's an excellent warrior with a talent you never seen when shooting an arrow"

Legolas was now mesmerised but his father's words, no sign of crying or tearing up

"A perfect fighter"

"Did she cried there too?" He asked curiously

"In the battlefield? No but she did cry after"

He whispered fixing the little boy's hair

"Don't tell her i said this!" He placed his index finger on his nose only for Legolas to repeat it afterward "i won't!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He smiled in return when a knock on the door took both their attention, "my lord!"

"Y/n.." he said before standing up and running to the quarters where his wife was, he hesitated for a second before entering the room thinking about all the possible scenes he will face, not ready for any of them.

The doors flew open and the maid bow down smiling "so on time my king!" He let out the breath he was holding and walked towards the bed seeing you holding a wrap of cloth,

"Are you alright, meleth?" The whisper came out of his mouth weak but seeing your small smile was a relief, "i'm well, we both are"

Your head turned slightly to right pointing to the small creature in your arms, "it's a girl"

You cried looking back at him as he sat next to you looking at her more carefully, silver bright hair with two of the biggest blue irises ever seen, the perfect girl, your perfect girl.

"Her eyes are open!" He was surprised looking at you with a big smile

"She was so eager to be here my lord" a maiden said fixing the new gown around your shoulders

"Do you want to hold her?" You offered and he willingly accepted for his girl to be placed in his arms, "Legolas was right" you said placing your chin on his arm looking at the corner of the open door, seeing two eyes peaking inside.

You smiled leaning forward a little, "i wish Legolas was here, he knew how to treat my pains away" pressing your lips together you looked over one more time to see him still standing there, doubting.

Letting out a fake moan of pain and he was quick to run and approach you from other side of the bed, crawling to reach your frame, waisting no time he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you so tightly kissing your cheek,

"Uh my wonderful prince! You're here! Talking all my pain away" you said breathing in his sweet smell

Still holding you tightly his eyes wandered around, "is that the baby?"

"That's her," Thranduil said removing the cloth more to reveal her face.

Legolas reached his hand so carefully and touched the girl's forehead like how he did with your bump proving once more how much of an angle he is.

"What do we call her?"

You looked between them two asking,

"Melian,"

Your husband said staring at the girl in his arms, "since she is a precious gift, her name must be of the same value."

You smiled kissing his shoulder before resting your head on it.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕆𝕦𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @superstar-ethereal

ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : Play Your Heart Out Marching Parade - WxS!Hatsune Miku

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WxS!Miku was your very dear friend! And also a bit of a high school crush... But how could anyone blame you?!! She was so full of enegy and passion! And on top of that, she was famous as school marching band's leader! Could you find anything bad about her? Some would say it's her being overally energetic but you didn't really saw it that way!

Today, you were sitting on a campus as marching band began it's show for oldest classes goodbye. You weren't in that group but you still sat there enjoying the music. You don't know how, but ever since Miku became the leader, you actually liked the marching band's music even more!

It was always so perfect~ Trumpet making you want to dance, cymbals giving you extra shot of motivation, drums silently embracing you and finally... Miku putting all instruments in one as she marched proudly as their leader while playing on a flute. It was easy to say she was the most energetic from all of them. Did that girl ever got tired? Most likely not... but isn't that precisely why you fell?

After quick show, it was headmaster's turn to speak. But you just bussied yourself with looking at Miku who couldn't even stand still for one second and kept jumping in place while looking around, as if searching for someone.

"(Who could she be looking for?)"

You tried following her gaze but eventually gave up when you saw her switching targets in light speed... that's untill her eyes fell on you! She immidietly waved at you and didn't even care to make it secret, definitely drawing a bit of attention as you waved back.

"(There they are!! Now it's time!)"

Once headmaster was done with main speech, Miku ran up on stage and was handed the mic as if everyone knew about her intentions...

"(I didn't knew she's gonna say a speech as well...)"

"I've prepared one more song! This time, it's meant for Y/N!!"

You felt like you could die here and now honestly... marching band performing a song written by Miku along for you?!! You don't know what's gonna kill you first... this girl, the attention she's drawing at you or anything else that awaits you with her...

But not leaving you much to think about she began another show with her band! But this time, much less performer, making her flute play way more evident. It was definitely a dancy song, just like she liked it... but you couldn't decline it also made your heart throb... Maybe it was for the fact you knew this was dedicated to you, but you genuinely found this song more than enjoyable!

"Y/N!"

You were once again woken up from your daydreaming by Miku reaching her hand out to you which you hesitantly took... not having much time to react - like always with her - you were pulled to her, her eyes sparkling as she looked at you hopeful.

"Please go on a date with me!"

"A-As in- You-"

You had to calm down and you knew it... you just didn't expect her to say it like that... heck you didn't expect her to say it at all!!! And the fact whole school was watching? It was making it worse... but you couldn't really decline...

"I'd.. be more than glad..."

You could see her eyes shine on million more ways before she brough flute back to her lips and began playing while marching away even more energetic if that was possible... her play now felt more like one of happy child but it still sounded pleasent to the ear.

You could see her hair wave around as she was now practically jumping around more than marching, but her play stayed professional.

"(This girl is impossible...)"

"(I did the impossible!!)"

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[kittytheartist]

#2 I'm sending this so fast but lol

How would Teru and Aoi-chan react to Akane and Lemon coming out as dating without the help of the confession tree? I find this so funny

OMG THIS!!!!!! YESSS TY I'VE BEEN MORE FIXATED ON YAMAKANE RECENTLY TWT

Aoi first~

This would be one of the times Yamabuki isn't on his phone. which honestly made Aoi curious, and not to mention how Akane was acting, he's being so odd, since Aoi hangs around Akane, she usually ends up in their group, but she never felt third wheeled, so when Akane looked at Yamabuki and grabbed his hand and said the forbidden words, Aoi was speechless, Akane never seemed like the type to start dating Yamabuki. and she never imagined that the times she saw them was romantic, let alone being some very homo bros. she was in shock tbh, but she just tilted her head down, and just blankly stared at the ground for a while, which TERRIFIED Akane! and made Yamabuki nervous with how much anxiety Akane was emitting, but he never thought Aoi would be the homophobic type, so he was pretty confident when he calmed Akane down and himself tbh, but when Aoi finally broke the silence she just said "okay!♡" and continued watering her plants

but later that night she was in DEEP thought about all the times she's seen them together and how Akane talked about Yamabuki and she was wondering if she could get more gossip and romance from Yamabuki, she wants the Intel on how they got together and how they feel about each other

Teru next~

Akane spent a VERY long time contemplating telling him, but Yamabuki said it would be nice to be able to come to the student council room and either give him a frappe(or whatever drink) or some raspberry treats, a kiss maybe, or stay by him, because he knows how stressful the council work gets. and Akane hearing this, 1; he wanted to make Yamabuki, his new bf happy. 2; that sounded pleasant and very romantic(he wants to know what it's like receiving romance) and 3; he needs that once in a while, as pleasent as Teru's company is, his bf would be nice. also why the fuck would he care of Teru knew or not?! well when the time came he was NERVOUS his palms were sweaty and just got super awkward, which Teru immediately noticed. and asked what it was, with a slight teasing undertone, he WAS infront of another student but Yamabuki was pretty chill so he thought he could get away with it. in the end Yamabuki said it, he said they're dating and would be stopping by the student council room from time too time. Teru well... he honestly could give less of a fuck whether Akane had someone (a bf) stop by sometimes, but was worried he'd have to cut down on tying up. Teru just couldn't understand why he needed to be told, but Akane was RELIEVED, not that Teru gave off homophobic energy....but he didn't want to be relentlessly teased for it. instead Teru gave a polite "good for the both of you ^ ^" which baffled Akane but was what Yamabuki expected.

but when he was alone Teru gave him the "so who's got a bf now?" talk, and would now make comments about stealing Yamabuki from him and teasing him about the things Yamabuki would bring, never infront of him though, only when they're alone!

ps he didn't cut back on the tying up, he just simply dropped him before Yamabuki enters and pretends he fell, it makes Akane VERY mad, which make Yamabuki think council work is more stressful then he originally thought...

was this okay Anon? I get I might have taken some liberties of my own because I don't think they'd react too much, although Aoi might be whining to Nene about how surprising this was later but other then that I think they wouldn't mind!

I didn't really go TeruKane or AoiKane route otherwise it would have been angst fested but I liked this idea better...I hope this wasn't too far off from what you wanted? :(

bonus++ Nene

she wanted to know everything about Akane's love life and knew ahead of time before they came out to her, because Aoi had said so to her and already had thousands of questions to ask, needless to say Akane regretted ever telling her directly...

she was very embarrassed about them both being two guys at first, but then really wanted to know what dating another guy was like and decided she could get advice because she'd like to get a bf...Akane was herassed basically

[honkhonkrichard]

Theory: Stanley Uris was Murdered.

Tagging @vvanini I hope you can follow this okay it’s very word vomity lol

Okay So TW because this post will touch on Stan's death ad the methods behind it

I propose that Stan Uris was murdered. by IT. In his home on that fateful night. I think that Stan posed the biggest threat to IT and therefore IT felt the need to take him out before the battle even started.

Allow me to explain.

Okay, so, I need to lay out some basic "rules" or "facts" before I make my case. They are as follows.

- IT planted it's roots in Derry, and finds it difficult to leave, but still can at it’s own wil.  If you read the book (I honestly don't blame you if you haven't) You'd know that once the Losers kill IT for the final time, Derry (the Physical town) is obliterated. Buildings explode, sinkholes appear, things are flooded. The town is in ruins by the time that the Losers leave the sewers. The movies don't adapt this so If this is news to you thats fine. the bottom line is that destroying IT destroys Derry, like ripping a tree out of the ground with all it's roots. Because of this, we can make the claim that while it can Leave Derry (as it does every 27 years) it probably takes tremandous amount of power to do so, which is why IT only goes when the cycle is over. Why does this matter? Well, what if IT left Derry to get to Stan? The murders had stopped for about a week when they're all in the Jade of the Orient. Plenty of time for IT to cross from Maine to Georgia. Side Note: We KNOW IT leaevs Maine to elsewhere in the world because of King's extended universe all interconnecting. it's not far off at all to make the claim that IT is the same evil that haunts, say The Shining's Overlook Hotel, which is in Colarado.

- IT is omnipresent This is also a given, IT lives everywhere, and can fuck with time and space in godlike (or maybe eldritch like) ways. in IT: Chapter Two, when Mike claims "IT Doesn't know I know what I know" he's unfortunately wrong, because we know that IT can be in A) Multiple places at once, B) can manipulate anything on the drop of a hat (See: Stan being teleported away from everyone else in Chapter One, Everything about Neibolt, etc) and C) Knows everyone's deep fears. This is further proven by IT Saying things like "Beep Beep Richie" (although this is Horribly Horribly executed in the films, ugh.) and so on and so forth. On top of all of this, We can make the claim that IT can exist outside of Time as well, given that IT is immortal. SO, what's stopping IT from Knowing Mike was going to call them all back (Espically considering that IT TOLD Mike to do this?). Even if we keep IT's omnipresence to the location that IT inhabits (in this case Derry) IT would still have knowledge of where the losers are through Mike. And if you take the Lucky Seven/Chosen Seven route (oh my god I got theories on that too) you could argue IT knows where they are inherently due to their cosmic status.

- Stan is the "most Powerful" loser So, obviously all the Loser's are powerful, espically considering they're the ones who Defeat IT (Again going on to the Lucky/Chosen Seven theory). This next claim is going to be less focused on what the 2019/2017 Movies do because they are Bad Movies and that's a whole other rant. However, in the book, Stan is (to my knowledge feel free to correct me on any of this) the only loser to Actively ward off and 'defeat' IT on his own without running away. He uses his belief in this what is Real (birds) to ward off what is "not real" (IT). The other losers do manage to take down IT in their own Right, but Stan is ultimately the one to Really get IT. This is because Stan's character revolves around Belief and Willpower. These are, in some form or another, the ways to Defeat IT. the ritual of Chud is a battle of Wills. in the book, Bill takes IT down and Eddie does the final blow. In the Remake (ugh) the losers can defeat it Technically using the belief that IT isn't as powerful as it claims because IT's "just a clown" (Ihatethatfuckingendingsomuchugh). Stan being much more skeptical than the rest of the group in his ability to understand Reality vs IT's illusions is a powermove, and IT knows that ability doesn't go away as Stan grows up, but rather he gets more powerful. Stan is the Only loser out of the 6 who left that has any sort of knowledge about IT, where the other losers have nothing. Bev has nightmares, yes, but she still forgets them. We're told in his chapter (Chapter 3, Six Phone Calls (1985), Part One: Stanley Uris Takes a Bath) that he has some hazy knowledge of his place in the Lucky Seven, and even goes so far as to MENTION it sometimes, even if he doesn't quite remember or understand any of it, his knowledge of IT and Derry is worlds more prominent than that of the rest of the losers.

(page 52 of IT:  "Stanley, nothing's wrong with your life!"  "I don't mean from inside." he said. "From inside is fine. I'm talking about outside. Something that should be over and isn't. I wake up frmo these dreams and think, 'My whole pleasent life has been nothing but the eye of some storm I don't understand.' I'm afraid. But then it just... fades. The way dreams do." OR  page 45: He had been smiling a little. Now the smile faltered, and for a moment he seemed puzzled. His eyes had darkened, as if he looked inward, consulting some interior device which ticked and whirred correctly but which, ultimately he understood no more than the average man understands the workings of the watch on his wrist. "The turtle couldn't help us," he said suddenly. he said that quite clearly.)

So, Stan has some cosmic knowledge of IT and Maturin and his role in the battle against It. What does any of this have to do with his death? Well, let me point out some other things about Stan's death that always stuck out to me. - His death chapter is narrated by his wife, Patty, rather than himself. The other chapters - almost all the other chapters - are narrated by their respective Loser (the caviot for this is Ben, but Ben is also wasted out of his damn mind so its understandable.) - Stan's personality is few and far between in the book, but we know he has a weird little sense of humour and that he's incredibly logical. I think that this logical part of him would be able to understand that Suicide is Never Ever the answer, and that it would cause FAR more problems than it would solve. (the 2019 movie tries to reexplain his death and it's crap and i hate the letters i hate the letters so much im gonna explode) The other losers try to rationalize his death by saying "He would rather Die Clean than Live Dirty (Page 506, Chapter 10, The Reunion, part 3, 'Ben Hanscom Gets Skinny') but he had already BEEN Dirty when he defeated IT the first time, and I think he would've recognized that. - upon finding him, Patty (in her narration) notes that Stan's head is bent back over the edge of the bathtub, so from his sight she would have been upside down. If Stan DID kill himself, why would he be positioned like that? It's unnatural, like someone Posed him. - the cuts on his arms are two length wise cuts. I'm no expert but.. that's suspicious. That's weird. - IT is written in blood on the wall. Why? Why would Stan right THAT of all things? You know who DOES like to paint with blood? IT.

Alright, returning to my thesis statement, Stanley Uris was murdered. Do I think Stan genuinely was going to take a bath at 7pm (which we're told is weird for him)? Yes. I think that's absolutely a thing he could have done or planned to do. Do I think he slit his wrists and commited suicide so he wouldn't go back to Derry? No. Not even remotely.

Let me paint a New Picture.

It's May 28th, 2016, or 1985. Stanley Uris gets a call from Mike Hanlon. Stan is incredibly hesitant to go to, and says he needs time to think about it. Or tht he'll try. He can feel the starts of a Panic attack, and as he's remembering the circles of Hell he went through as a child, he tries to hold himself together. He doesn't want his darling wife to see his break, so he says "I think I'll take a bath" and nothing else before going upstairs. he hides in the bathroom. He closes and locks the door, because, well, he's panicking. Locking doors is one of The Small things he does. Is it usually the bathroom door? no, but still (OCD is a bitch, and even with medication, but this is a special case). He looks in the mirror and tries to breathe. This is fine. He can do this. They killed IT once before and they can do it again. He thinks about his younger self, the promises made, and how he could explain all of this Patty in time to catch a flight to Maine. It's terrifying, but if his friends are going to bite the dust, he wants to be there with them, wedding vows be Damned. Then he looks at his reflection again. A younger, rotted version of himself stares back at him. IT crawls through the mirror. Stan freaks out, obviously. This isn't real. This Can't be real. But IT utilizes this notion against him. It digs it's claws into his arms, and forces him to bleed out in the bathtub. IT then sets the scene nicely. Razorblades on the counter, a bloody signature on the wall, a horrible posture of Stan's neck. So on and So forth. and then IT returns to Derry. IT's a little weak, yeah, but Stan is dead. That's what matters. the Lucky Seven has now Officially broken, and the balance shifts in favour of the clown.

So that's the theory. feel free to correct me on anything or engage I have plenty of theories on this story and I like discussing this stuff :).

[dracowars]

hideaway | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x nonjedi!reader

word count: 2,3k

summary: where y/n wants to surprise anakin but is in for a big surprise herself

a/n: anakin owns my whole heart. hope you enjoy it~

warnings: none

universe: star wars

The smell of freshly roasted vegetables and meat fills your nostrils as you turn the stove up a notch, humming to yourself. You are by no means a five star chef, but your cooking skills are still very good. After all, your mother always made sure that you learn from her amazing skills in the kitchen. In the end what matters is how it tastes and until now you have never failed.

You keep checking the time on the clock on the wall, waiting for it to point at a certain time. You can't wait until he finally comes home. You've been counting the days and hours, even minutes until Anakin arrives back from his mission with Obi-Wan on Naboo. Anakin wasn't allowed to tell you anything about the mission of course, so you can only hope that it was a peaceful mission. Not only do you not want him to get injured, but then your planned surprise meal after his return would also be superfluous.

According to your calculation, it should take another half an hour for their spaceship to land on Coruscant, plus the time it takes Anakin to get to his apartment, where you currently are. The mission was scheduled for five days and you spent the entire time in his apartment. He gave you a spare key months ago because he noticed how much you always miss him every time he is not on the planet. In fact, it actually helped. Everything here makes it feel like he is only in the next room and not on a whole different planet and thus makes your fear for him less.

You've thought and talked about moving in together before, but there is one tiny little problem with that: nobody knows about your and Anakin Skywalker's relationship. Since he is a Jedi, a great and powerful one at that, he has to follow the Jedi Code. A Code that governs the behavior of its followers which, in this case, forbids Jedis from forming attachments. While they do not ban romantic feelings in general, Jedi's are not meant to get married or built up a family. Their only task is to bring peace to the galaxy.

And if the Jedi Order finds out about this relationship, it won't end well for neither of you. Until now you've always been able to hide it well, even if there were occasional moments when it almost got blown up. Somehow you always managed to keep it a secret though and you are very happy about that.

You stir the vegetables one more time and then throw yourself onto the large leather couch while you wait. And wait and wait. No matter how long you close your eyes and just breathe in the pleasent smell around you, time still doesn't go by faster.

You just want to hug him again, kiss him again and just be with him. It may have only been five days, but you still feel like you haven't seen him in months when it wasn't even a whole week. You have been a couple for two years now, have known each other for five of them and loved each other for four, and yet you love him like you did on the first day. There is just something special about him that makes your heart flutter every single time.

The way he looks at you, the way his eyes light up when he smiles - god, his whole apperance in general - you can't help but fall in love with him all over again. Anakin Skywalker is the love of your life and you can't imagine him to not be part of your life anymore.

While being indulged in your thoughts you don't even hear the steps approaching the front door at first and the electronic door opening a few seconds later. You jump up from the sofa immediately and are just about to go in the hallway leading directly to the door full of anticipation when you suddenly hear a different voice than Anakin's, which causes you to stiffly pause in your movement.

"I will send report about our successful mission to the Jedi Council instantly", you hear the male voice say, realizing that it is no other than Obi-Wan. Your eyes widen in shock. If Obi-Wan finds you here, in the middle of Anakin's apartment, it's over.

Looking back and forth, you search for a suitable hiding spot. You notice the cupboard at the end of the entrance area that would provide perfect protection, which you can only get to by walking past the hallway while risking to be seen. Since you can't think of anything better in this hurry, you sneak to the hallway as quietly as possible.

You look around the corner carefully just to see both men, still dressed in their full gear, standing in front of the entrance, Obi-Wan holding a holoprojector in his left hand and seemingly struggling with making it work the way he wants. Your gaze wanders to Anakin, who is standing in front of his master and trys to help him with the device. You can't help but stare at him for a few seconds. He looks breathtaking and you can feel your heart skip a beat.

And suddenly it feels like your heart completely stops at the exact moment where Anakins turns around and directly looks at you. The confusion is clearly written on his beautiful face, - which, to your surprise, doesn't have any bad injuries this time - but if you only knew how much he would love to just run to you and take you his his arms tightly, lifting you off the floor. But since Obi-Wan is still in the room, that turns out to be difficult.

With a slight head movement you indicate to the cupboard, Anakin understanding your intention immediately. Just as Obi-Wan looks up, Anakin steps in his way so that there is no possibility for him to spot you. "Let me see the holoprojector, master", Anakin tells him, reaching out for it, distracting him from what you are doing in the background.

You tiptoe across the hallway and climb into the cupboard without making any sound the very moment Anakin got the projector working. The closet is pretty narrow and you even keep your breathing quiet.

"I think I don't tell you this enough but you actually did very good out there. I'm proud of you, Anakin", Obi-Wan tells his Padawan as they walk past you and internally you feel how happy Anakin is about those words. "But was it really necessary to blow up the escaping droids?", Obi-Wan adds with serious tone but lets out a laugh soon after that.

You take in a deep breath which suddenly makes you realize that there still is something you haven't even thought about before: the food. It's still boiling on the stove, spreading a delicious smell through the rooms. How is Anakin supposed to explain that, when he didn't even know about it himself?

"Anakin. You should have listend to me when you- What is this burnt smell?", Obi-Wan interrupts himself while speaking, smelling the same odour as you did moments before. Seconds later you can hear their steps moving away as they run into the kitchen. "What is happening here?! Why is there food cooking?", Obi-Wan shouts but you can't hear more as the sound of steaming water drowns out their conversation. Anakin must have thrown the pan in the sink or otherwise you can't explain where the noise is supposed to be coming from.

"It was probably the.. the cleaning lady! Yes, the cleaning lady must have forgotten it by mistake", Anakin trys to talk his way out of the situation after the noise has quiet down. "Since when do you have a cleaner?", his master asks suspiciously. "Not very long. Since the last.. month?", Anakin explains - or tries to - not really convincingly.

Silence. There is an unbearable silence before Obi-Wan starts laughing out loud all of a sudden. "You should definetely find another one if she almost burns your appartment down. However, I could use one too..", he advises his Padawan and you can hear him coming back, lowering your breath again instantly.

"I better go now and send off the report to the Council. Master Yoda wanted to talk to me later anyway. You still have a bit of cleaning to do and..", Obi-Wan pauses in the middle of his sentence, making your breath hitch. "You should really get that lady out of your closet before she suffocates."

Your whole body stiffens at his words and the door to your hiding place opens. "Hello there", Obi-Wan looks at you expectantly. "Y/N, isn't it?" You nod carefully and look to the ground in shame after climbing out of the closet.

"It's- It's not what it looks like, master", Anakin stutters out and pulls you behind him, protecting you from whatever is coming towards you next. "Well, what does it look like?", Obi-Wan counters and crosses his arms.

You touch Anakin's arm lightly, searching for support, and look past him to Obi-Wan, who is watching you both closely. "I'm waiting", Obi-Wan sighs and puts his arms on his hips. "I don't have all day, you know."

You take all your courage and take a step forward. "It's my fault. I wanted.. I just wanted to surprise Anakin and welcome him back home", you explain with a low voice, not daring to look at Obi-Wan directly. "That still doesn't explain why you are in his appartment in the first place", he says with raised eyebrows and you look back at Anakin.

Anakin looks like he's contemplating about what to do next and then takes your hand in his as he made his decision, standing next to you now. "Master. I'm in love with Y/N and she loves me. We.. secretly dated and got together. I wanted to tell you. I always wanted to tell you, but there just wasn't the right opportunity and-"

"And you thought it would be better to not tell me about this at all? Ever?", Obi-Wan finishs Anakin's sentence. "Where do you think you are going with this? You know the Jedi Code, Anakin. You broke the rules."

"This stupid code is totally outdated and unnecessary anyway! We never meant to fall in love with each other, sometimes it just happens. We knew the day would come when someone finds out about us. We know that it.. has no future. But you can't just turn off your feelings. It is not possible", you rant and feel Anakin's hold on your hand tighten. "Please don't tell the Jedi Council and please don't throw Anakin out. You can punish me, but not him. He dedicated all his life to the Jedi Code and.. I don't want his life to get destroyed because of me."

You feel yourself get pulled to the side harshly. "What are you even saying, Y/N?! Stop that nonsense!", Anakin whisper-yells at you. "I can't live with the thought that I will destroy your future, Ani. I could never be happy agai-"

"Who said I would tell anyone?", Obi-Wan interrupts you two, making both of you look at him in confusion. "Listen, I don't support Anakin's or your actions but what happend, happend, we can't change that and I'm actually kind of happy that Anakin found someone who stays by his side."

Your mouth opens wide in shock and you look at him with pure disbelieve. "You.. what?", Anakin bursts out, seeming equally shocked and confused. "Why shouldn't I be happy for my Padawan, who is like a brother to me, when he finds the right woman, maybe his soulmate?", Obi-Wan tells you and the corners of his mouth rise. "I won't tell anyone about it, but you have to be really careful. If Master Windu oder Master Yoda find out about your relationship, I won't be able to help you. It will be over. You can be glad that it's just me who found out."

Without thinking twice, you happily hug Obi-Wan and Anakin does the same. "Thank you, Obi-Wan", Anakin smiles and lays an arm around your waist as soon as you move away from Obi-Wan. "I'll correct what I said earlier: You both still have a lot to clean up. Enjoy yourselves", Obi-Wan giggles and turns around to go back to the elevator.

Before he leaves though, he turns around one last time. "And for your information: I already felt that she is in here before we even got into the apartment. Good evening", Obi-Wan bows down slightly and leaves.

Silence spreads again, but this time a pleasant one. "What did just happen?", Anakin asks and shakes his head to get a clear thought, brushing through his hair with his mechanical hand. "I have no idea but I think we got away with it", you answer and turn to look at him, both of his hands now on each side of your waist.

"I missed you so much, Anakin", you smile and take in every feature of his beautiful structured face. Your hand comes up to his cheek and you softly stroke over his skin with your thumb. "I missed you more", he whispers and turns his face to lightly kiss the inside of your hand, which makes you giggle. He slowly leans in and finally connects your lips again. His scent flows around you and your hand clings to his brown locks.

When he breaks the sensual kiss, he leans his forehead against yours and smiles at you gently. You can feel his hands sneak around your hip as he suddenly lifts you off the floor and spins you around a few times, making you both laugh. After he puts you onto the ground again, he pecks your lips one more time before retreating completely, only keeping your hands connected.

"So, you wanted to surprise me with food?", he teases with that stupid smile on his face that you love so much. Feeling offended, you hit his arm playfully. In response, he chuckles and just pulls you behind him into the kitchen, where you clean up the mess you made before settling yourself up on the couch, cuddling for the rest of the day.

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eupnea (Ezra x Reader)

Warnings: Just sickeningly sweet fluff, no plot. Kissing.

Pairing: Ezra x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,902

Request: once upon a time @goldafterglow​ sent me an ask that just said “Hi the only! thing! I can think about right now is nuzzling Ezra’s tummy and making him giggle because he is a sweet good boy with a soft tum and he deSeRVES IT PLS SOMEONE NUZZLE HIS TUM OR I’LL RIOT” and I took it and ran with it, in a completely different direction.

A/N: Ok so there is tummy nuzzling in this but it’s not the main feature of the fic, but I did fit it in. Hands up if you would also really like to be nuzzling Ezra’s soft little tum right now.

Like a moth to the flame, unable to resist his radiance, you were drawn to Ezra from the very beginning.

When you had met, you working mechanics for a contract while he was there to dig, you didn’t really believe in love. Certainly not love at first sight, true love, soulmates. None of those old fairy tales your mother told you growing up. You hadn’t felt it before, never needed anyone in that way.

But then there was Ezra and you felt struck by lightning.

Even when he put on a show to the others of being the intimidating vagrant fringeling only looking to make credit, you saw straight through it. He was more, had so much to him. His presence thrilled you, made your blood pump like molten liquid through your veins, you knew you would never be able to get enough.

And oh, Ezra was resplendent. When he smiled it warmed every cold part of your being, his laugh lighting up the bleak constant dark of the planet you were stationed on. Beautiful too. Like none before him, there was no hope for you. From those shining, wide eyes to his striking nose, the unusual patch of blonde at the front of his soft head of hair to the small silvered scar below one eye. You never wanted to look upon another face again.

He felt it too. Desperate with it, seeking you out at each opportunity. Spending hours in your tent just talking, him with that sticky sweet voice and words spilling from him like honey from the jar. You swapped stories of life on the fringe and futures you could barely let yourself imagine. Quickly overcome with longing - lingering gazes and grazing hands, hiding away together with your fingers interlaced and your hearts becoming ever more entangled.

And yes he admit to you he had a past, and he was certainly not faultless, but you understood that beyond anything else he was a man with true heart. Genuine and kind where it mattered despite everything, despite the pain you saw in him that he tried so hard to hide. Despite growing up in a world so unforgiving, where he had quickly learnt to be cunning and devious to survive. He hadn’t let his lot in life completely determine his humanity.

You loved him more with every new part of himself that he revealed to you.

With Ezra, it was immediately like all the little pieces of life's puzzle were put together. It all made sense. Everything. It was the most powerful thing you had ever experienced. You both knew, from the very beginning, this thing between you was life-changing. Nothing would pull you apart.

***

After that contract had ended you decided to stay together, impossible to part when you dreamt only of each other.

And now in what feels like a different lifetime, you are settled. A particularly fortuitous dig with enough successfully mined aurelac to fill several cases and only one barely escaped ambush had left you both with enough credits that you could actually find a home, a comfortable cabin tucked away in beautiful unspoilt forest, this place is for the two of you and no one else. Having somewhere the two of you could call home felt like the most beautiful luxury you could imagine.

To begin with you had been concerned that Ezra would regret his decision, you understood his need to rest a while now that he could - you were both so weary, had both been through so much in this life. But he was so accustomed to being constantly on the move, not staying in the same place for long enough to call it home. Part of you fearing he would come to resent you for tying him down to this place, this quiet life, you.

The look on his face now though tells you clearly that he is perfectly content.

You rest together on the plush, comfortable couch – your head in his lap as he absent-mindedly brushes his fingers against your jaw with a lazy smile. He glows; rested and nourished, well fed and well loved, and your heart swells with pride to know that is your doing – that you had in hand in renewing a tired spirit. A slow tune drifts through the air from the crackly old speakers on the opposite side of the room, and you close your eyes as you sing along in a happy daze.

“My beautiful little songbird” he chuckles as the music fades out leaving you singing on your own, and when you open your eyes he’s looking down at you with the kind of adoration that takes your breath away each time. He loves you so deeply, so fierce and yet gently. Even after years he holds you like you are something more brilliant than any gem he ever pulled from the ground.

“You’re the beautiful one” you murmur, reaching up to stroke a hand against his cheek, tracing gently over the small silvery scar, “I’m just here to provide some music”.

“And you certainly do that, such sweet music. But I see we’re at an impasse, birdie, because I cannot accept such a title while you’re here making all the goddesses envious”

“Hush,” you grin, “let me have this. Don’t I deserve to see my love smile so bright as I tell him he’s more brilliant than every star in the night sky?”

He laughs turning slightly bashful at your words but it’s there, the beautiful curve of his plush lips to grace you with that genuine smile. You do adore seeing him like that, to make him know how much you adore him and see him lose his words because of it. There was a time before when he didn’t take compliments so well and you had to convince him that each loving word was true, those days when he was haunted by his past ventures and the loss of his limb. And it had hurt to see him struggle like that, watch him so slowly come to terms with it.

Ezra starts to say something in return, something you’re sure will be nothing short of poetry meant to flatter you, but interrupts himself with a wide yawn, his torso stretching up with it and causing the grey fabric of his shirt to ride up slightly. The movement reveals the gentle swell of soft golden skin that you are so fond of, that you have often laid your head on as you talked for hours, and that now is another sign of the good life you’re finally living together. You move and hand to where the fabric has ridden up, just resting it there for a moment as he returns to himself to look down at you with that dopey, lazy, happiness written all over his face.

“I love you so much” you stutter, taken by the way he looks framed by the orange glow of setting sun through the window.

“Every bit of you, more than I could ever say” you sigh, moving your head to nuzzle your cheek against his stomach then turn to kiss it, a light giggle floating down to you, “I’m so grateful that my star brought me to you”.

“Your star?” Ezra asks, you hum a yes against his skin then kiss again. His hand lies at the side of your neck, pleasent stroke of his thumb against you.

“Didn’t I tell you the story? The soul star?”

“I can recall every story you’ve ever shared with me, songbird. I can conjure up where we were and exactly how you told it at any given moment. This one is new to me and I would be delighted to hear you tell it, please” he answers, excitement wavering in his tone, he always loves to listen to you.

“Ok, I’ll tell it.” you chuckle, brushing against his belly with your cheek again, feeling him relax further in to the couch as you do.

“It was one of those romantic old wives tales my mother used to share. I never believed it, couldn’t understand it until we met”, you punctuate your words with another tender press of your lips to his skin. “She told me every one of us has a star, our own incredible bright light that watches over us, up in the distance keeping an eye on us. She said our star knows what we need and when we need it, and when it comes to the right time the star will call out to us. If we answer the call and follow where it leads, it will take us to the place our soul belongs”

He hums softly, letting you continue as his hand comes to cover yours that lays on him.

“It was told often, and I always laughed it off. I didn’t feel I belonged anywhere, you know that. But then there was the job, the one on Triada Five,” Ezra squeezes your hand at this, the job you had met on “I didn’t want to take it, it was long and the ship was a rust-bucket that looked like it wouldn’t make it half way there. I was about to turn it down, figured I could make the same credits fixing ships on the Pug, but something...something stopped me. It was like a tiny voice whispering in my ear, comforting and kind, told me that if I took the job I would find everything I needed. And I didn’t even doubt it, didn’t question it at all.”

“It was your star” Ezra mutters, intrigued, absolutely taken in by your story.

You nod, skin soft against his where your head rests, before moving to sit up and placing yourself in his lap. You can feel the pooling of tears in your eyes, you had never let yourself believe it entirely but hearing him say it overwhelms you. If you hadn’t taken that job, who knows if your paths would ever have crossed. Whether it was your soul star, or fate, or pure dumb luck you don’t know but you are grateful of whatever force was in play then.

“I suppose it was my star. I think it called out, and led me to you, Ezra. And I think here-” you place a hand on his chest, over his heart, “is where I belong. With you”

You feel a tear trickle from the corner of your eye, Ezra quickly catching it and wiping it away before he pushes forwards to kiss your lips.

“I think you’re correct, birdie. And it’s dawning on me that I felt it too, long ago” he reveals, arm coming around your middle to pull you closer, “I was lead through galaxies to you. You are my reason for everything”

And then he’s kissing you again; deep and never-ending, just you and him and the peaceful chorus of rustling trees in the forest around the cabin.

You remain like that for a long while, bodies pressed together, mouths open in quiet adoration of the other. The sun leaving the sky as you find yourselves through each other again and again. When he finally pulls away, you are breathless and bursting full of pure affection.

“Come on, songbird,” Ezra says as you chase his lips for once more kiss “Let’s wander down to the lake. The stars are out and I believe we owe them our gratitude”

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So, you get got writers block eh? How about Toshi being absolutely smitten with the new teacher at UA and has been in love with her stern, hardcore attitude? And then he forces her into dancing with him while he serenades her (or them whatever is fine w/you) and then they date. This lives quite rent free in my head and I'm bad at writing sooo.... Here, it's your problem now.

Coming riggghtttt up! 

Violet Enigma

Toshinori Yagi x F! Teacher! Reader

Warnings: mentions of chronic illness (very very subtle), and that’s really it

Not many things have absolutely stopped All Might in his tracks. No, he's well used to seeing the usual gore and violence, the high stakes, the horrific circumstances. None of them have ever made him pause, not even for a moment.

But when she walked into the office, her heels clicking against the tile, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

She didn't notice, of course. She was much too busy staring straight ahead, cooly.

That was until her eyes caught his. In that moment, time stood totally still. It was almost as if, no, it couldn't be.

Her eyes seemed to flash purple.

But no, he assured himself, it was surely a trick of the light.

He could scarcely blink before her gaze was back to her target and she seemingly forgot all about him.

...

"Hey, uh... Who's that lady?" Toshinori whispered, cradling a cup of tea. Aizawa lazily pressed some buttons on the microwave, heating up last night's pizza.

"What lady? How can I possibly know who you're talking about?" He yawned.

Toshinori flushed at the realization that, in fact, not everyone had her image permanently implanted in their minds.

"You know...the one with the... hair? And the, uh...the new one?"

Aizawa sighed, thinking for a moment.

" I think that's y/n," he replied, plopping himself down next to his coworker.

"Thanks," muttered Toshinori. Just as he took a sip of his tea, an unfamiliar voice filled his ears.

"What's got you so curious about me, sir?" The woman asked. She was carrying a clipboard, scribbling something.

The blond had nothing to say. He was so shocked by her presence that he could just stare for a moment.

She sighed, biting the tip of her pen.

"Do you know where room number 512 is?" She asked, not even looking up from her work. Toshinori sighed in relief of her changing the subject.

"Its upstairs and to the right."

"Thank you, Mister...?"

"Toshinori. Or Yagi. Or...um...well, nevermind. Aren't you going to eat something?"

"I will. Just not right now. I've got a lot to get done, Mr. 'Nevermind.' "

And like that, she was gone.

...

The following day, Ms. Y/N entered the office once again, her pristine outfit looking as fresh as a pressed uniform.

She paused for a moment upon seeing All Might in his muscular form, however.

"I don't believe we've met," she mumbled, "You may refer to me as Ms. Y/N. And yourself?"

He subconsciously looked down.

"I'm All Might. Haven't you... seen me before?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"I can't say I have. I don't watch television. What's your real name?" She asked skeptically. For a moment, it almost looked like her eyes flashed again.

"Well, uh, you see-".

"It's fine. Do you know when the next meeting is being held, Mr... Sir?"

.....

At lunch, she was no where to be seen, as always.

Usually, Yagi would make himself comfortable in the staff room with a cup of tea and a book.

Today, though, he'd decided to find her.

He aimlessly wandered the now empty halls, passing rooms where classes were being held, the ever noisy lunchroom, peeking into each open door in an attempt to spot her.

Miss Enigma. That's what she goes by as a pro hero. But, she's not the type of hero you'd see get the credit. She'd much rather work alongside a group, blending into the background, and staying subtle.

He found that name quite fitting for her, though.

Especially because he didn't even know what her damn quirk was. No one did.

Finally, he reached the computer lab all the way at the end of the hall. The lights were off, which would usually signal that no one was in there, but based off of the rapid clicking of keys, someone had definitely snuck in there.

Probably a student. Kids like Shinsou and Deku would usually hide themselves here during lunch, getting their homework done in leiu of eating.

Upon opening the door though, he quickly realized that he was wrong.

It was her.

She jumped, startled terribly by the unwanted interupption. She quickly regained her composure as she turned around.

"What are you doing here, mister?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

"I can ask you the same," he retorted with a small, semi confident smirk.

She sighed.

"Why does it concern you?"

Toshinori's face grew pink, embarassment growing in his chest, suffocating him.

"Uh, I...um, I j-just-"

"I'm busy. You may speak to me later," she stated, spinning around to face the screen once again. Yagi stood there for a moment in shock before closing the door and doing as she wished: leaving her alone.

He did not look for her, though. Her merciless tone was enough to slice him to the bone. He didn't want to hear any more.

It was right after classes ended when he was on his way to his dorm. He passed room 512, Ms. Y/N's class, and as he passed the room, he paused, hearing her scolding a student.

"There was absolutely no reason for you to earn this grade in my class, young man. None. You can do so much better than this."

"B-but, it was a 96," whimpered the boy. He couldn't see exactly who it was, but he could tell by his warbled tone it was Young Midorya.

Isn't a 96 good though?

She sighed.

"It was a silly mistake you made. It could have been 100. Listen, I know the kind of student you are. You're smart. You should be competing with students like Iida, who earned a 102."

She continued to speak, but Toshi had heard enough. He was exhausted as it is, but hearing something so silly as that just exacerbated it.

...

The next morning, a stiff hand squeezed his shoulder as he sipped his coffee.

He looked up, wide eyed, meeting Y/N's steely gaze.

"I didn't see you yesterday. Didn't you wish to speak with me?" She asked.

"Oh, uh...it was nothing, really," he stammered out, looking down. She squinted her eyes.

"That feels like it's not entirely true. Either way, I will be available for a...chat... If that's what you were hoping for, this lunch period. If you'd like," she offered, her hand still on his shoulder.

"Really?" He squeaked, his shyness peaking through. She nodded silently before delicately seating herself at her desk.

It took centuries, but finally, lunch period arrived.

And so did she.

Before Toshinori even had the chance to get up to find her, she was standing at his desk.

"Are you ready?" She asked, holding a lunch bag in each hand.

He nodded. In response, y/n handed him one of the bags.

"You never eat anything. It's not healthy, you know."

He chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, I've survived a lot worse."

"...Like?"

"Well, I'd rather not say. Not...now, at least," he scratched the back of his head, praying that she'd change the subject.

She didn't. Instead, she simply stared blankly at him.

"Where are you taking me, anyways?" He asked. He internally screamed as he waited for her to use that to spark a conversation.

"I don't like being around people. We could go to the library, or my dorm, or your dorm, or anywhere where it can just be you and I."

He nodded.

"L-lets just go to your dorm," he mumbled, realizing his was quite in a state of dissarray at the moment.

She nodded.

The walk was pleasent enough. As pleasent as a near silent walk could be.

One thing about Ms. Enigma is that everything she does, no matter how seemingly miniscule, is done with a sense of urgent purpose. Her eyes are always fixed upon some sort of goal, and each with each breath, she is calculating her next move carefully.

It helped her be an efficient, yet stern teacher, but a hard person to chat with.

Finally, the pair reached her dorm. Number 111.

The door opened to reveal an utterly spotless bed and kitchenette, surrounded by piles and piles of books, scribbled notes, calculators, and empty soda cans. She stepped over the piles gracefully, scarcely looking down, while Toshinori carefully tip toed around every discarded item in order to avoid damaging a single item.

Frankly, he feared what a scolding from her would comprise of for him.

She sat herself onto her bed, cris crossing her legs. He, on the other hand, took his place at the kitchenette.

The silence was unbearable.

“So, um...what did you wanna chat about, Enigma?” he muttered.

Pushing up her glasses with one finger, she replied plainly, “You tell me, Yagi.”

He shrugged.

“Eat,” she ordered.

Captured by her spell, he obeyed her, eating the food she’d prepared. It was a humble little meal, one that she’d surely planned out, and was in a word, delicious.

Thankfully, the silence changed from an uncomfortable one to one that he would be content with curling up and living in for quite a while.

...

After that day, Y/N would always be somewhere near Toshinori during lunch period. Whether it be in the same room, or right next to him, she was there.

She usually was hard at work or silently eating. That didn’t mean, though, that she wouldn’t urge him to eat something. He’d find small lunches made up for him at his desk on days where she wasn’t there, and on days she was, she’d silently pause every once in awhile to glare at him if he hadn’t eaten.

Despite that seemingly caring action, though, she didn’t seem at all interested in the blond. He didn’t attempt to flirt, or anything that could possibly elicit a raised eyebrow, but that was simply because he felt as if he couldn’t.

What if she rejected him?

I mean, she works right across from him. They see eachother every single day.

It’d be hell.

But...

What if she didn’t?

...

“Alright, we need a couple chaperones for the spring semester dance. Who’s up for it?” Aizawa asked boredly. Miss Midnight and Present Mic raised their hands excitedly.

“Alright, I’ve got you both down. I need two more.”

“I’ll do it,” offered Y/N. The entire conference room grew quiet for a moment.

“You do realize that you can’t give out detention slips at a dance, right?” Hizashi scoffed.

“I am aware of that, sir. Are you aware of the existance of an ‘inside voice’?” she gritted with condecention seeping through her teeth.

He put his hands up, indicating that she’d won that particular battle.

“I’m free on that night, too,” Toshinori added. His comment broke through the thick silence that had fell onto the room.

“Thank you, A- ahem, Toshinori,” Aizawa nodded, penning the final name down.

After the meeting, Y/N was the final one to leave, alongside Toshinori.

“You know, there’s gonna be a lot of people there on that dance,” he whispered.

“I know. Maybe I’d like that. You seem like you do,” she replied, a tiny smile pulling at the edges of her lips. No one else would’ve noticed it, but after spending so many monotone days with her, he recognized the new expression instantly.

“I don’t, particularly. But...”

“But?”

“Nothing. It’s...nothing.”

“If you say so, Mister. I’ll see you then,” she allowed herself to smile as she once again, left him in silence.

...

That week passed by without much issue. There was the usual ruckus coming from class 1-A, but nothing too serious.

The night had arrived. Just outside his dorm, he could hear the clamour of excited chatter coming from students on their way to the gymnasium.

He sighed, tying a red tye around his neck, a nice contrast against his suit.

He hadn't exactly planned on dressing like this, but upon realizing that he didn't have anything less fancy than this and more fancy than what he usually wore to work, he settled on being a little extraordinary.

As soon as he exited the dorm and was greeted with the wave of students pushing past each other in the halls, he knew he'd made a mistake.

"Oof! Oh, hey, um...?" Midoriya squeaked, pressed against the wall and cramped. He’d caught himself before he called him by his hero name, but his real name slipped his mind at that exact moment.

"Toshinori. What is it, my boy?" He smiled, ruffling the boy's messy hair.

"Uh, I dunno, I don't usually do stuff like this. Are... Why are you wearing that? Isn't it a little fancy?"

Toshinori blushed instantly.

"Oh my God. Who is it?" Izuku squealed excitedly, cursing himself for forgetting a pen to take some notes.

"Geez, kid, keep it down a little, won'tcha? It-she-"

"She?!"

"Single file line or none of you will be attending tonight's dance," stated a voice that ascended effortlessly above the crowd's noisiness.

Instantly, everyone calmed down and began to form a line, neatly making their way to the gym.

Toshinori closed his door as he whisked the boy away, urging him to go have a good time, and to 'enjoy being young while you can.'

It was merely seconds after he was standing alone, against the wall, waiting for the crowd to die down as he noticed her.

Y/N had been standing there for quite a few minutes, in the same position as he, and just about 4 feet away.

It was hard for him to believe that he'd missed her. The dress she'd worn was absolutely more extravagant than any gown he'd seen in an event like this. It was sparkly and red, reflecting every ounce of light that hit it from all directions. It accentuated her body beautifully and perfectly fit.

In short, she was stunning.

"My, my. You sure do look nice today," she grinned.

He nodded dumbly. He was just about as red as the dress she was wearing.

Finally, it was time for them to make their ways to the dance.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked.

"I hope so," he replied, toying with his tie.

...

Music boomed in Y/N's and Toshinori's ears, accompanied by dealing with the antics of goofball teenagers and breaking up silly fights.

Once things began to calm down quite a bit, Y/N approached Toshinori, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaning in close to his ear.

"Meet me on the rooftop," she whispered before dissapearing into the crowd.

So, he did.

She sat near the edge, staring into the inky violet sky.

Toshinori took his place next to her, handing her a much needed bottle of water.

She thanked him before turning to him with a deep sigh.

"There's something I'd like to tell you," she mumbled. For the first time, she actually looked nervous.

Taking a sip of the water, she continued, "You know, I never really do things like this. You've probably gathered that by...my nature. But, I must admit, you are one person I can't seem to get off of my mind. And, well, frankly...I like you, Toshinori. To quite a degree."

He blinked, slack jawed, shaking his head.

“How could someone like you like someone like me?

“Good question. I like you because you're...well, I suppose I don't really know. You're just you, and that's what I like about you. Plus, I know you’ve done so much for so many people. Why dont you like you?”

He paused, his heart absolutely seizing at that for more than one reason.

"Oh! I suppose I should tell you about my quirk. But...I expect full confidentiality from you. Essentially, I can find out one's secrets by looking at them. Surely, you've seen me activate it before."

He nodded, covering his mouth.

"W-what do you...know?"

"Don't worry, not much. I respect you too much to dig that deep. All I know is that, in some point of your life, you were probably some type of hero. All I know, is that in your life time, you've saved many lives, and touched countless others. As to why you'd want that to be a secret, I have no idea. But, I do find it interesting," she explained.

"What do you do with the secrets you know, then?" He asked, his voice still pinched with fear that his secret could be compromised.

"With yours? Nothing. I have no friends to share it with, and not enough details or desire to post about it online. Frankly, I don't give a damn about who you used to be. I care about who you are. Your secret will always be safe with me."

He sighed deeply. It wasn’t as if no one was aware of his secret; plenty of people knew. But the more people who did, the higher at risk the school, as well as the students and staff, were placed at.

Plenty of people,too, wanted him dead. Even being retired, he is still considered a threat to villians across the globe, thanks to his notorious acts of heroism throughout the decades. With him in his sickly, weakened state, he’d be easy to assasinate, and the people who would go that far wouldn’t be opposed to taking others down with him.

He...couldn’t have that.

So, before Y/N was scheduled to begin work, it was decided that she’d be left in the dark about his identity, as well as any newcoming staff from thenon out. It’d be safer that way.

Her eyes dreamily stared off into the infinate stars as she silently pondered on what to say next.

“Would you like to know the rest?” he asked. His voice shook a little, causing her to look at him.

She nodded.

“I’m All Might.” “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding!” giggles y/n, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m pathetic,” he sighes. He rubbed his forehead, looking away ashamedly.

“No, no! I mean, I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier! I mean, you guys do look pretty similar.”

He shrugs.

“I’m serious! Plus, I mean, it’s kind of obvious now that you mention it. I mean, I guess you guys do wear the same clohtes to work everyday, and I haven’t seen you two in the same room before, so yeah, I can definiately see it,” she paused, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks bright red.

“God, I’ve probably said ‘Good morning’ to you and...er...you, twice every day. Why’d you let me do that like a fool?!” she teased, play punching him in the arm.

He laughed, absolutely relieved that she didn’t ridicule him for how he’d taken care of his body for the past few years. It seemed that her attitude had completely changed from the one he’d known for so long, but in a good way.

In a happy way.  

She stood up, still smiling, “We need to go back to the dance, Mister. We have a duty, you know.”

“Oh, I know. I’m well aware. You can almost hear the music all the way up here, can’t you?”

She nodded, walking towards the door to the stairs. He grabbed her by the arm before she could escape, though, and leave him alone with his thoughts and hopes and dreams like she had so many times.

“You... you didn’t get my answer,” he breathed, pulling her in. She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“What exactly- oh!”

The music from downstairs was slow, romantic, and jovial. Perfect for this moment.

He gently took her other hand, guiding her into a dance.

“I-I can’t...I don’t know how to dance, Mr. Yagi,” she mumbled, looking up at him.

“I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead,” he smiled back.

And just like that, the Enigma was gone, leaving just Y/N in her place. She was no longer an Enigma, but rather a glimmer of what he’d never gotten a chance to be: in love.

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Tagged by the wonderful @albatris thank you kindly thank you wonderfully thank you beautifully I hope you have a pleasent. Morning? Morning when you read this, probably. 

Gotta find fire, click, window and break

Fire

Light spells didn’t come from their god. The thought was quiet, watching the impossible display with objective consideration. Anyone who could conduct magic could conduct light. Perhaps the Firefly hadn’t given up on them. Perhaps it had heard them beg for help. Or perhaps they had been quick to assume their magic was gone, too cowardly to test their hypothesis.

Perhaps illusions still hummed in their bones.

A slight cheat but (: 

Click

They made a feeble attempt to reach the door from where they stood – a very clearly impossible feat, given that the bowl they were washing in was against the far wall. When the chair at the table finally scraped back, they tried not to let their grin grow too smug, watching as Olly heaved himself up and headed for the door, dark words muttered under his breath. “Love you.”

“You are the bane of my life.” They turned back to their job, smile turning soft, listening as he unlatched the lock and swung the door open, then clicked his tongue, “Speaking of which. What do you want?”

“Wow,” a dry, familiar voice said, and their hands froze, clutching the shirt tightly. “I come all this way to see you, and you greet me with what do you want? Hi to you too. I’m suddenly remembering why I stay away.”

O l i v e r !

Window

As if able to read the concern in the air, Sam started to point out the small signs of life, leading them for the last time. There – that chimney was smoking; someone had lit a fire inside. It smelt like pine wood was burning. There – listen! Someone was playing a whistle, their window open, the notes drifting into the street, cheerful despite the dark. There – a thin strip of light from behind a curtain, flashing as they passed. Possibly a servant to some god, trying to entertain themselves with the same lights that had recently saved their lives. There. There. There. Sonder was still alive. They had made it in time for the city to survive.

Hey look TSS wasn’t all for nothing! They succeeded!

Break

“Rigorously tested,” they picked out. “Right.”

“You weren’t?” She paused, met their eyes again. “Oh. Right. Self-addition.”

“And aren’t you glad I was there?”

“You were living with an infected person,” Andy said, intending the comment to be only for himself, then noticing the others glance his way. “Maybe you were carrying the spores the whole time. Maybe everywhere is going to have an outbreak and it’ll be your fault.”

“Isn’t that the dream?” No note of worry crept into their voice. “Civilisation bought to its knees by my hand. I wish.”

In which Atlas is highly irresponsible, and if I knew them irl, I would give them a good bap. But plot. 

Tagging mmm @joyful-soul-collector @petrolstationflowers @scmalarky @polyacery if you would like smile? to find beat, clasp, tremble and bloom