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[moonyswoony]

A stitch in the heart

pairing: Diego hargreeves x reader

Summary: After Five’s betrayal you and Diego find unexpected comfort in each other.

Warning(s): making out, insults, humour

Your fingers trace the edge of the old, worn-out armchair, a painful reminder of all the moments you thought you once shared with him. A hollow feeling settles in your chest, and you can’t decide what hurts more—the betrayal or the fact that you actually hadn’t seen it coming.

The doorbell rings sharply, startling you from your thoughts. You hesitate before opening it, your heart sinking as you see Diego standing there. He had come straight from the Umbrella Academy’s chaotic mess, having heard about the situation from Klaus, who had filled him in on the details. Diego’s dark eyes are filled with frustration and concern as he steps into the apartment.

“I didn’t know he was that stupid,” Diego says, his voice rough with a mix of irritation and empathy. His short brown hair is slightly tousled, and his mustache gives him a rugged, determined look.

You scoff, biting back the tears that threaten to spill. “Neither did I. But hey, at least I’m not the one who’ll be dodging flying knives for a while.”

Diego’s jaw clenches, the muscles working under his skin as he processes your pain. He had always been the protector, the one to throw himself into danger without a second thought, but this was different. He couldn’t punch Five without making things worse—without hurting you even more.

“He’s an idiot,” Diego mutters, stepping closer. His presence is like a comforting weight, a reminder that not everyone in this messed-up world would abandon you. “And if he wasn’t, I’d be happy to throw him off a building for you.”

You look up at him, trying to find solace in his words, but the wound was too fresh, too deep. “You’re way too good at the ‘throwing people off buildings’ thing, Diego. I’d hate to see what you could do if you really put your mind to it.”

Diego’s jaw twitches into a reluctant smile. “Trust me, I’ve got a lot of practice. But this isn’t about me or Five or Lila. This is about you.”

“You mean it’s not about making sure Five ends up face-first in the dirt?” you ask, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

He shakes his head, his expression serious again. “Look, I know you’re hurting. And I’m not saying Five isn’t a jerk—he is. But you don’t deserve to be dragged down by his mistakes.”

A heavy silence sits between you, filled with unspoken words and the shared history that ties you both to the people who had hurt you. Diego has his own scars, the ones Lila had left on his heart. He knew betrayal, maybe as well as you did.

“Lila…” you began, but Diego cuts you off.

“She’s not worth it,” he says sharply, his tone brooking no argument. “And neither is he.”

His words are a balm, a gentle reminder that you aren’t alone in your pain. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift, if only slightly.

Diego’s hand finally finds its way to your shoulder, a tentative touch that sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers, rough but warm, rest gently on your skin. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know.”

You look up at him, really look at him. The scars, the bruises, the lines of worry etched into his features—Diego had always been there, in the background, watching out for you even when you didn’t realize it.

“I’m sorry about Lila,” you whisper, not really sure why you’re apologizing. Maybe because it feels like you should, because your pain is linked to his in a way you hadn’t expected.

Diego shakes his head, his expression softening. “Don’t be. That chapter’s over. Has been for a long time.”

There’s something in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. He’s not lying, he had moved on. But from the way he’s looking at you, you wonder if he had been waiting for you to realize you needed to move on too.

And maybe… maybe with him.

“Diego,” you breathe, the air between you crackling with a sudden tension, a shift that makes your heart race for an entirely different reason.

His fingers tighten on your shoulder, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes. “If you ever want to forget about him,” he says, voice low and intense, “I’m right here.”

The world seemed to narrow down to the space between you, the inches that felt like miles. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. This was the Diego you knew so well—hotheaded, stubborn, fiercely loyal Diego. The man who had been by your side through thick and thin, who was willing to pick up the pieces of your heart when they fell apart.

You take a step closer, your hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. His eyes darken, and he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. The tension between you is palpable, like the air before a storm.

Then, as if on cue, he closes the gap between you two.

The kiss is urgent, his lips surprisingly soft as snow.It all feels like a desperate attempt to make something beautiful out of the wreckage of the day.

The kiss deepens, growing more fervent as you both lose yourselves in the heat of the moment. Diego’s hands roam to your back, pulling you impossibly closer, his embrace enveloping you completely. His lips move with a new, careful intensity, exploring your mouth with a touch of tenderness and need.

After a few moments, Diego pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes sparkle with a playful glint, and he gives a light-hearted chuckle. “You know,” he smirks “Before Lila came along and turned everything upside down, I actually had a crush on you.”

You look at him, surprised and amused. “Seriously? You had a crush on me?”

Diego nods, grinning. “Yep, and I guess I was so busy trying to play the tough guy that I didn’t realize honesty might’ve worked out better. But hey, Five and Lila didn’t exactly set the bar high, did they?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “True, true. It’s not like they made the most convincing case for keeping things simple.”

Diego chuckles, pulling you closer again. “Exactly. And honestly, if I’m better at anything, it’s being upfront about my feelings.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words and the comfort of his embrace. “I guess that’s something I can definitely appreciate.”

Diego leans in for another kiss, his lips brushing against yours with renewed fervor and for the first time in a while, the future feels like something worth fighting for.

[heretoobsessstuff]

“we’re all gonna miss major Cleven, sir”.

Major Cleven John thought bitterly. Gale. Sweet beautiful Gale. Gale who was there. In the cockpit. Fighting for his life while John was sleeping next to a random woman. Gale who was falling from the sky. Living his last moments. Losing blood. In pain. Scared and cold and alone. While John was here in London. Drinking and coaxing a random woman to spend more time in his bed. Where was Gale now? His Gale. Laying on the dirt and mud somewhere? Lost in some distant German field with no one to look for him? His ocean blue eyes forever closed? What had become of him? Of his Gale? Was anything even left of him?

John felt sick with anger. His thoughts ran wild with no one to tame them. I should’ve never left him alone. I should’ve been up there with him. Protecting him. Looking out for him. It was supposed to be me and him left up in the sky. Not me in London and him lost somewhere I can never reach. It’s all my fault. I failed him. I failed him. Grief clawing at his throat. Suffocating him. His eyes stinging with unshed tears and the lump he had swollen down a hundred times with the alcohol. He needed to go. Avenge Buck. Or find him. Or join him. Wherever he was.

“Don’t worry Kenny” he said. Jumping into the Jeep. Hands shaking. “I don’t even feel it”.

Read Another drabble from Gale’s POV here:

[demonsascent]

trying new poses… thoughts?

[justkitkatthings]

Baker!Simon, who retired from the task force after Johnny died because life's too short to not do what we love and our favorite masked man has a secret passion for baking. And you, with your important CEO job or whatever and unhealthy addiction to caffeine and baked goods. It was love at first bite.

Simon's bakery became your frequent on the way to work (and sometimes even on the way home because you deserve a sweet treat). Soon enough, he knew your 'usual' and had it ready before you even came in. The day you try to switch it up, he genuinely thinks something is wrong with you or you've been replaced by an imposter because his sweet'art would never. And when you try to argue with him he just slides your order even closer to you on the counter, not even making you pay for it this time.

Which only sparks him giving you free goodies even more. He just needed someone to taste test his seasonal pastry, luvie, stop being weird about it and someone ordered wrong, pretty, just take the damn coffee.

And you’re absolutely not complaining. How could you when this ruggedly handsome man who owns your favorite coffee shop gives you free stuff? But, with your job in the business world, you've learned that nothing is ever free, so you give him something to eat in return ;)

[viburnt]

Divorcing Izuku Midoriya Headcanons

I'm on a creative rush, and this may make zero sense because I'm tired lmao. Anyways, have some angst <3

Tagging the babes: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @trickster-kat @angelshimaa (babe, you've missed some very angsty posts) @xhieru @mimisxs @dabislittlemouse

Content Warning: Divorce, emotional abuse and manipulation, mention of baby-trapping, alcohol.

• As I said in my last post, divorcing Izuku is a nightmare. Think about the most energy-draining and mental health deteriorating process, and multiply it for a minimum of 6 months. Izuku won't make things easy for you at all, trying to drag and prolong the whole ordeal just to keep you close. I've divided this set of headcanons by key moments/topics to keep some order. I hope you enjoy them, I'm pouring my heart on these (also pay attention to detail because I'm working on something hehe).

Denial and confusion: the first days after you serve him papers

• Izuku genuinely doesn't understand why you want to leave, refusing to accept the fact that you're not happy being by his side. He's given you all there is to give: a comfortable house, nice clothes, expensive cars, etc. So when you serve him papers, Izuku's first reaction is confusion followed by fear. In that head of his, he's made everything a good husband has to do! So why? Why would you not be happy?

• If you were smart enough and planned your movements with care, you should be able to go through your divorce without depending financially on Izuku or having to live in the same place. You'd have to deal with his incessant calls and texts, often having to block unknown numbers to avoid hearing his whines, but it'd be less difficult. If you weren't thoughtful about the situation and proceeded without the right steps, oh, you're in for a treat: there's nowhere you can go besides the house you shared with him, no place where you can be at peace. You're at Izuku's mercy, like it or not, but that's another story.

• In addition to his denial, Izuku starts to (unconsciously) guilt trip you. Phrases like "Sorry for not being enough," and "I know I'm very pathetic" become frequent. It pains your heart to hear those things because you know Izuku loves you, you are just not compatible at all. You try to let him see it's not about being enough, it's more about effort; with much patience, you set things clear to avoid any misunderstandings, but Izuku just doesn't get it.

• "Haven't I done this or that for you? Didn't I buy you all these things? Am I not enough?" "Izuku, I didn't ask you for any of this, all I wanted was my husband..." Conversations like this occur during this phase, and they can only be held through the phone (when he is sober and not yelling/hollering how much of a mistake a divorce would be). He tries to gauge sympathy from you, telling you that his job is important but that he loves you so much!

• He becomes an empty shell of the bright ray of sunshine the public knew. It goes unnoticed by many, but the people who work around him can tell. It is then when he starts telling others about his marital situation, and you end up seeing faces you've met once or twice during galas or hero events. You "accidentally" stumble across your husband's colleagues, like Ochako, who try to convince you to give him a second chance. "I- I know we don't know each other a lot but please, consider it. Izuku is a great guy a-and I'm sure you guys could fix any problem!" It is embarrassing for you because no one wants people to know their issues.

• What's so ironic about the moment when you serve him papers is that he receives them at his office, the very root of all the problems in your marriage. It was the place where he had spent anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's... those four walls witnessed the beginning and the end of your relationship. Izuku has a mental breakdown when he finally reads the documents but, hey, he was still pro-hero Deku, right?

Negotiations and lawyers: The first weeks and months

• If having to deal with Izuku's colleagues trying to change your mind wasn't enough, be ready for your soon-to-be ex trying to negotiate. Midoriya suggests couple's therapy to talk this through, and for a split of second, it almost sounds like a good idea! But then you remember all those times when Izuku had promised you he'd be there for you and failed. It didn't seem plausible after that... Besides, all things considered, it'd be hard to find a therapist who could see your side of the story. Who would dare to tell someone as charming and popular as Izuku that he failed as a husband?

• Once therapy is off the table, Izuku brings up children. It may be considered a low blow, especially if one of your dreams was to form a family with him, so his offer felt cruel. "W-we can have kids! Wouldn't you want that? We can be a big family, with one- No, two babies!" "Ouch, it takes a divorce for you to even think about it, huh? That's uh, slightly concerning. Besides, a kid needs a father too... I'm not planning on being a single mom in this marriage" Now, Izuku strikes me as the kind that would try to . to stay. I'm sorry if it sounds terrible, but considering how sometimes he acts on impulse, he really could try it.

• Izuku also tries to be at home more often; he "cooks" (it's takeout disguised as home meals), brings you coffee to the bed, and calls you all kinds of sappy nicknames... It saddens you, why couldn't he care like that before? Of course, this point only applies if you still live with him during this whole process. If you don't, he starts frequenting the places where he guessed could find you: cafeterias, plazas, shops...

• Finding a lawyer for you was a hard task, especially because everyone sees you as a "dumb" woman who is trying to divorce Japan's number one hero. Not to mention they were very expensive, and Izuku was certainly not giving you money for that. You tell Izuku that mediations need to happen to progress with the divorce, but he never shows up to the meetings. There's always an excuse for that man! No matter how much you plea, he refuses to sign the paper. Izuku also becomes very mean towards you, outright berating you for not understanding him. It's gruesome to see him turn into such a monster during these months.

• As an additional point for this part, Izuku hires a private investigator to follow you around. He feels bad for thinking of it, but the idea that you could be seeing someone else while you're trying to divorce him eats him alive.

Last resort: Mediatic battle

• The media is very quick to pick up your marriage's fall down. Time after time you visited your lawyer's office for them to put two and two together, and Izuku takes that to his advantage. Sensationalist articles had already been happening, a lot of them being cruel and demeaning towards you. Titles like "Is she a cheater?" "No amount of success gives you the girl!" And "Pro-hero Deku will be looking for a new wife soon" started popping up. You have to take down any social platform to avoid being targeted.

• It is when Izuku gives a public declaration that things get worse. "I'm sorry, my wife is just not happy with me anymore. Please respect her wish! Don't harass her, I failed as a husband." It may seem like a hearty and sorrowful declaration from the outside, but Izuku picked word by word to gain sympathy and pressure you into changing your mind. People in the street call you "heartless", and the stress simply keeps growing for you.

• To put it in simple words, you were David against Goliath, except Goliath was a glorified person who had all the resources and support of the people. You were nothing but a tiny mouse squeaking to be set free of a relationship that was suffocating you.

The aftermath: Supposing you haven't given up and he signed the divorce papers

• If you somehow manage to divorce him after all these problems, congratulations. You survived 5% of the drama that awaits you! Now you won't be able to date someone without people snapping photos for entertainment news or judging you for leaving "such a great man". Izuku will still try to convince you to go back to him, playing his "sad lover" role in front of the cameras so well! He'll try to send expensive gifts and tell you to keep the house, he'll call you drunk in the middle of the night, and if you're not careful enough, he may try to gaslight you into thinking nothing wrong was happening in your marriage.

• One particular thing I must mention is that Izuku only signed the papers after you yelled at him at one of the legal mediations, hot embarrassment tears falling from your tired eyes as you begged him to let you go.

• Anyways, the list could go on, but those are the main points of divorcing Izuku :')

"Please, just sign the papers..." You said through the phone, your voice tired of pleading to someone who simply refused to hear you. "I will, I will! I'm just a little under the snow with work. Can you reschedule?" Izuku said, apologizing for not being there for you. Excusing himself for failing you, but refusing to let go. "You know how many articles I've seen with my face saying how much of bitch I am for visiting my lawyer's office?"

Izuku's silence was deafening, you could only hear him sigh slightly, perhaps feeling bad for putting you in such a position. "I don't want this divorce."

"But I do, so don't make things more difficult for me, please." He heard you say, biting his lip to hold back the tears. Izuku was glad you couldn't see him, sitting alone in his office with a half-empty bottle of wine you'd gifted him for his birthday. "Do you remember what day is today?" He asked.

"I don't know, Monday? I haven't slept lately." You answered unamused. "It's our anniversary... we married 5 years ago, on this very day." His words came out as a slow slur, his breath hitching as he crumbled through the phone. "I miss you a lot, please-"

"I'll see you on Wednesday, if you're not there I swear to God..."

...

"Mr. Midoriya?" Your lawyer called, her voice bringing your anxious husband back to reality. "Ah, sorry, it's me. Is... is she in there?" He asked, pointing at her office. She just looked at him with little sympathy and nodded. "On time, as always. Maybe you should avoid keeping her waiting, that's the least you could considering how many times we've had these conversations."

"There's no way I can fix this, is there?" Izuku asked as if the lawyer cared. "Wanna do something nice for her? Divorce her."

[somewhere-on-kamino]

Hot days on Pabu

Coloured version of this

[rainbowmilk]

Don’t Forget Me

I’ve never written anything before, but I’m so obsessed with tbosas I couldn’t help myself.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Treech x Reader

“The odds were never in our favour.”

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Your name echoes in the square. Everything goes silent, so dreadfully silent.

Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream. Please.

You stand there trying to remember how to breathe, totally stunned. The blood in your body is frozen. The minutes tick by, but you cannot bring yourself to move. You can faintly hear the crowd murmuring, but the ringing in your ears overpowers them. It isn’t until someone nudges you that you are brought back to your body and slowly start to walk through the crowd. It feels like you are walking to your grave.

Once you find your place by the mayor, your eyes begin scanning the boys' section, hoping to find Treech. As if by just looking at him, everything would somehow be okay. When you spot him, he’s already staring at you. His eyes were full of what you can only describe as pure heartbreak.

You’re too distracted to notice when the mayor walks to the second bowl. Until the second familiar name of the day is called, it feels like someone’s punched a hole in your chest as you watch the blood drain from Treech’s face. The shock of the moment barely registers in your mind. How can this be happening? Out of thousands of slips, your names get drawn!

The boys stir and make a path for Treech as he walks robotically towards the stage. His eyes never break contact with yours. As you watch him ascend the stairs, you fear you might start crying, the tears burning the back of your eyes. Before you can stop it, a soft, choked noise escapes you.

The pitying eyes of your district make you want to scream. An hour ago, you still had a future, and now you were a dead girl walking. You feel weightless like the slightest breeze will whisk you away. Part of you wishes it would. Your only anchor is when Treech reaches out and firmly grips your hand, a silent promise to stay by each other's side no matter what.

[samandcolbyownme]

Is Jake content what we want??

[vale-writes]

i’m on a roll with these smutty bg3 thoughts, so here’s shadowheart.

tags: gender neutral reader, tiefling!reader, dom!shadowheart, sub!reader, teasing, bondage

shadowheart would be such a fucking tease. through some handsy make out sessions, she’d realize that the base of your horns and tail were sensitive spots that she could abuse to get you weak for her.

she’d mess with you at random times to keep you on your toes, but she’d especially love to trace a finger or two along the base of your tail after an intense battle. just to see you shiver from her touch. another one of her favorite times to tease you would be when everyone was sitting by the fire. she’d slowly reach her hand into your hair, gently running her fingers through it and scratching your scalp, lulling you into a dreamy, relaxed state. then, once you had leaned into her—maybe her shoulder or neck—she’d slide her hand forward and knead the skin at the base of your horns with a mischievous grin on her face.

she’d know exactly where to press and touch to get you bothered. she’d love to see you get all surprised and embarrassed, shooting daggers at her when you inevitably have to excuse yourself from the group. she’d lazily trail along after you, that same shit-eating smirk carved into her face as she called out to you, asking where you were going.

once you were in a more secluded spot, she’d get you down to your knees and tie your hands behind your back. she’d then undress her bottom half and open her legs for you, beckoning you to crawl on your knees and put your mouth to work. the restraints wouldn’t let you touch her or yourself at all. all you could do is please her while she toyed with your horns and ran her fingers along the ridges in your neck. her moans would envelop you (much like her legs around your face) until all you could think of was her pleasure. she wouldn’t even give the lightest brush against your groin until your face was coated in her cum and your throat was hoarse from begging her to touch you already.

she’d never liken herself to a god, no. but with you on your knees, obeying every command she gave, taking her teasing and toying with you like a good pup.. well, she supposed she could consider herself an empress. just in your little pocket of the woods.

[squicksquak]

character.ai bots....

Jason Todd learning your native language (inspired by that episode of brooklyn 99 with Pimento and Rosa) implied fem user just by the fact that his tutor is a woman but the greeting can be edited!

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Girldad Jason Todd doing his daughter's hair gn user

Girldad Jason Todd meeting his daughter's s/o gn user

Jason Todd has a problem with his girlfriend's 3am singing fem user

Lucifer (Obey me!) enjoying a rainy day with you. gn user

Jason Todd You're a witch, he hadn't noticed. gn user

Jason Todd, he got sunburnt, he's mad about it. gn user

Jason Todd, you're mad, he doesn't know why. gn user

Jason Todd, He's dating the rival band's lead singer (Uni AU) gn user

Bruce Wayne, His kid got de-aged... lovely gn user

(still adding more!)

[iforimaginary]

May I entice the masses with the concept of a Will Wood Jukebox Musical?

Around a month ago me and a good friend of mine were listening to Will Wood’s discography and they offhandedly threw “Wouldn’t it be cool if someone made a Mama Mia equivalent with his songs?” into the air.

This thought stuck with me for a while until I found myself incredibly bored during a 3 hour-long road trip and decided to kill some time.

Preface aside, I present…

[ Welcome To Suburbia The Musical ]

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Brochure Designs:

Narrative Summary:

A young couple attempt to escape the hardships of life by moving to a far-off picture-perfect town known by locals as ‘Suburbia’. Despite it’s shining appearance, the couple are troubled by unsettling peculiarities bursting at the suburb’s seams- but what’s a village without a little cooky culture?

Character Breakdown:

• James Campbell - An alcohol-dependent horror writer down on his publishing luck.

• Dai Lu Lee - A doctor specialising in the care of farm animals with an unfortunate talent for disappointing her parents.

• Cassie Logan - James & Dai Lu’s next door neighbour with an unsettling sense of humour.

• Morgan Logan - Cassie’s reserved wife working as a forensic investigator for the local PD with a predisposition to bad first impressions.

• Lin Lee - Dai Lu’s headstrong traditional father.

• Ming Lee - Dai Lu’s passive narcissistic mother.

• Mayor - Confident and charismatic front man of Suburbia with a messy past who’s always ready to offer a helping hand.

• Barkeeper - Eccentric and off-putting owner of a local bar that appears to be a front for a darker business.

• Therapist - Patient woman tending to Dai Lu’s psychiatrical and psychological needs.

• Secretary (Non-singing ensemble role) - Nerdy and shy assistant of The Mayor who is desperately enamoured, head-over-heels for her employer.

Act Synopses:

[Act 1]

James and Dai Lu, freshly engaged and already exhausted from life’s baggage, strike a ‘too-good-to-be-true’ deal on a down payment for a quaint home in the unmarked town of Suburbia. After being warmly welcomed by the ever so charming Mayor and their next door neighbours Cassie and Morgan, the couple begin to unwillingly face some of their fatal flaws as Dai Lu is forced to stare her regretful decision making right in its ugly face.

[Act 2]

James may recognise his now hard-to-hide attachment to alcohol, but he is far from apologetic about it. Frequenting a newly discovered bar on the outskirts of town results in his fiancée finding herself in a rather unusual predicament. Forced to work for a sleazy underground cabaret bar, she preforms a number detailing The Mayor’s dark and unfortunate past. All the while, The Mayor himself is trying to seduce her partner into a life overflowing with sin and dubious spiritual ties. Upon being reunited through the brilliant detective work of Morgan, the couple have yet another handful of complicated feelings to sort through.

[Act 3]

Decades of pious work from The Mayor’s hands finally come to a head as he no longer attempts to hide his servitude to a being he was never quite sure how to please. The town descends into uncertain insanity as every individual is consumed by their corrosive and abandoned insecurities. Dai Lu never quite moves past her disagreements with her parents, James never quite makes peace with being an utterly unremarkable writer and Morgan never quite solves the case that’s been scratching at the back of her mind for years. All those lives are, however, lost in vain as The Mayor misinterprets his Patron’s asks. The town of Suburbia stands desolate, bare, and belonging to a man who’s greatest desire is to be rid of it’s burden.

Songs By Act:

(Act 1)

Suburbia Overture (Mayor, Ensemble)

The Main Character (James)

Marsha… (Lee Family)

Against The Kitchen Floor (James)

Momento Mori… (Morgan)

Well, Better Than… (Dai Lu)

(Act 2)

The First Step (James)

Willard! (Mayor)

Front Street (Barkeeper, Ensemble)

Venetian Blind Man (Dai Lu)

Black Box Warrior (Therapist)

Your Body, My Temple (Mayor, Ensemble)

Sex, Drugs, Rock’n’Roll (James)

Cover This Song (Cassie)

Outliers (Mayor)

Love Me, Normally (James)

(Act 3)

Vampire Culture [S.O. Reprise] (Mayor, Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)

Lapce’s Angel (Mayor)

Hand Me My Shovel (Cassie, Morgan, Ensemble)

Dr Sunshine (Dai Lu, Ensemble)

Cotard’s Solution (James, Ensemble)

Song With Five Names (Mayor, Ensemble)

2012 (James, Dai Lu, Mayor, Ensemble)

Naturally there is a much larger and in depth plot summary, thought-out blocking for musical numbers and some in progress character designs that I have crammed into my Master Doc for this behemoth of an original work.

Keep in mind this concept is far from finalised, more characters may be added and more songs might be written into the narrative.

I’d be more than happy to go more in detail about it and accept any form of suggestions or feedback if the users of Tumblr happen to find this interesting :)

In the mean time, if you find yourself interested in this work and would like to listen to the songs in chronological order I have compiled a playlist you can find bellow… ↓↓↓

[moonyswoony]

Lost and found

Pairing: Five hargreeves x reader

Summary: You an Five discover more than just plants and strawberries in the greenhouse

Warning(s): kissing, fluff, nothing really

“What the hell is this place?” Five muttered, his voice tinged with suspicion.

“Beats me,” you replied, stepping further inside. “But it’s not like we’ve stumbled upon a better place than this one so far.”

The two of you had been on the run for what felt like an eternity. Your attempt to figure out the subway had gone sideways—again—and now you were stuck in this strange, green timeline with no clear path back.

Five stayed close as you ventured deeper into the greenhouse, his sharp eyes scanning every inch. “This doesn’t make sense. None of this should be here.”

You brushed your fingers against a nearby vine, feeling the life pulsing through it. “Maybe this is just a small piece of the world that refused to die.”

Five huffed, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “That, or we’ve stumbled into some kind of twisted fairytale.”

“Great. Does that make you the grumpy old troll under the bridge?” you teased.

“If I’m the troll, that makes you the annoying adventurer who won’t stop asking questions,” he shot back, though his tone was more fond than bitter.

As you explored, you found yourself drawn to a patch of strawberries growing along the far wall. They were perfectly ripe, a vibrant red that stood out against the greens and browns around them. Without thinking, you plucked one and popped it into your mouth, savoring the sweetness.

Five watched with raised eyebrows. “You sure that’s safe?”

“If it’s not, at least I’ll go out with a decent meal,” you replied, plucking another and offering it to him.

He hesitated, then took it, biting into the fruit with a thoughtful expression. “Not bad.”

“High praise from you,” you quipped.

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both absorbed the strange beauty of this place. The tension that had been winding tighter and tighter over the past few days—or even years—slowly began to ease, the peacefulness of this place working its way into your entire being.

As you wandered deeper, you came across a patch of wildflowers bathed in golden sunlight. You knelt to touch them, their delicate petals soft under your fingers. “This feels like a dream,” you murmured.

“Or a trap,” Five countered, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

You looked up at him, catching an unguarded expression in his eyes,something softer, more vulnerable than you were used to seeing. “Five?”

He stepped closer, the sunlight casting a warm glow across his features. “You’ve always been fearless,” he chuckled,though his voice was quieter than usual.

You blinked in surprise. “What are you talking about? I’m not fearless, I’m—”

“You are,” he insisted. “And I should have told you sooner.”

“Five…”

“I’ve spent so much time trying to fix everything, trying to keep us all alive, that I forgot there are things I want, too,” he said, his gaze pined on you.

His words hit you like a punch to the gut as you realised what he was implying—not in a painful way, but in a way that left you breathless. You had always known there was something between you, a connection that went deeper than partnership or friendship, but his words still had that affect on you.

Without giving yourself time to overthink it, you reached up and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic, but slow and deliberate, a promise in every brush of your lips against his. Five responded in kind, one hand slipping around your waist while the other cupped the back of your neck, holding you close.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth. You felt your knees weaken as a wave of heat washed over you, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt as if to support yourself. His hand slid down your back, pulling you flush against him as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate.

It was a kiss that spoke of everything you had both been holding back,years of unspoken feelings, of missed opportunities, all coming to the surface in this one, perfect moment.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he said, his voice rough but certain.

You smiled, your thumb brushing against his jaw. “I love you too.”

For a moment, you both stood there in silence, the reality of what you had just confessed settling over you like a warm blanket. The world around you didn’t feel as interesting anymore, not when he was in front of you.

Five glanced around at the greenery, his expression contemplative. “You know, we don’t have to leave right away.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You want to stay?”

“Just for a little while,” he admitted, surprising you with the softness in his voice. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a moment of peace. We could use the rest and some proper food.”

You looked around at the lush greenery, the golden sunlight filtering through the broken skylight, and felt a sense of calm settle over you. “Yeah,” you agreed, smiling up at him. “Let’s stay.”

With that decision made, the tension that had been a constant companion began to melt away. You found a spot to sit, leaning against a wall covered in ivy, and Five joined you, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself relax. No missions, no timelines, no disasters—just the two of you, in a place that felt almost unreal.

Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if we’re staying here, we might as well make the most of it.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring every second. “I couldn’t agree more.”

[koishiro]

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 : this was a quick drabble I left to die in my drafts, I need help deciding whether to finish it or not •=•

☆◦ 。2:25pm┊ 僕のヒーローアカデミア

"She said I was pretty?"

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : when Bakugo finds out you like him, he starts to act differently, suspiciously different…

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Bakugo x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

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Bakugo sat in his high school classroom, trying his hardest to focus on the lesson at hand. But it wasn't easy - his eyes kept wanting to close, struggling to stay open after another sleepless night spent tossing and turning in bed. His eyes starting to burn from the sheer force of trying to keep them from closing and head bobbing back and forth as if a brick was tied to his forehead, keeping him from sitting upright in his chair.

Just when he felt himself start to doze off, he felt a familiar vibration in his pocket. Groaning inwardly, Bakugo pulled out his phone to see what was so important that it couldn't wait until after class.

It was a message from Kirishima, one (if not only) of Bakugo's closest friends. He opened the message, expecting to see another meme or inside joke that Kirishima had sent his way, which started to become a daily occurrence.

But upon opening the red-head’s message, his eyebrows knitted in confusion when he found that it was a video instead - and the subject of the video was you.

Bakugo's heart began beating painfully faster as he wondered why Kirishima would send him a video of you, let alone even have a video of you. He didn't understand what was going on, but he wanted to find out.

Quickly, but discreetly, he put his headphones on and pressed play on the video.

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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

[lovers2death]

"Stop looking at the door."

SYNOPSIS ;; Shane, your loving husband, is so tired of your eyes being glued to the front door of your home. Why can't you just accept the life he's built for you? He worked so hard just for you. Please, just stop looking at that damn door.

WARNINGS ;; Yandere!Shane, implied kidnapping-ish, non-con kissing, this is pretty light hearted to be honest, likely not proof-read, Y/N is NOT used.

REQUESTED BY ;; Nobody! Cooked this up on my own!!

WORD/CHARACTER COUNT ;; 737 words 3,957 characters

MDNI!!! DEAD DOVE; DO NOT EAT

╭──────────.★..─╮ You really couldn't help where your gaze fell. Drawn like a moth to a flame, it constantly rested on your one (conventional) exit; the front door. Oh how you longed to go out once again, to feel the sun beating down on your now paled skin. Shane never let you leave, and you doubt the thought had even ever crossed the man's mind. Not once.

Oh but how it crossed yours. It was all you could do, really. He didn't let you lift a finger. Hungry? He could make something for you- or simply go out to get something if he didn't feel like cooking. All the chores were mostly done, and if you tried to finish, or tidy up more than he already had, Shane wasn't shy to show how cross with the idea he was, ushering you back into bed. Maybe at a time you would've found this behaviour endearing, even sweet. But now? All you wanted to do was work. Something, anything to make you feel alive.

The sound of the door opening surprised you, as whilst you were sucked into your own thoughts you hadn't even noticed the fact Shane was due to be home any moment. The man, for while he might've been mistaken for some sort of devil he was most certainly a man, smiled at you,

"Hello, love," he hummed chipperly as he walked to you, tone sickly sweet. God, you hated the way he spoke. His gruff voice dripping with honey, albeit poisoned. "Have fun while I was away?"

Really; you had no idea why he asked you questions like that. No, of course you hadn't had any fun. You were trapped inside. 'Insanity; doing the same thing over and over yet expecting a different result', you'd heard somewhere, and Shane truly fit this definition. And, perhaps, so did your staring past Shane at the door, almost attempting to will open the door.

"No, I did not." You replied flatly, not wanting to give your sick 'husband' any more attention than he was owed. Any more than you already had just by glancing to him. His smile faltered, swiftly being replaced with a frown. "No?" He parroted thoughtfully, "Well, it's okay, I'm here now,"

You could feel the bed dip with his weight as he sat next to your spot, his arm wrapping itself around your shoulders, "I got you," Shane mumbled sweetly, his thumb rubbing along your arm.

It took your entire being to not puke. You felt so disgusting when he touched you. It really surprised you that he hadn't forced himself upon you. Besides stuff like kissing, or cuddling, he'd never attempted anything below the waist, and not once did he attempt to grope at you without consent ether. A part of you wished to be thankful, but the other, larger, part reminded you he should not be thanked for not assaulting you. That was just human decency.

"Right.." you replied, though you didn't want to. But the warning squeeze he'd given to your arm was enough to tell you that he wanted his little bird to sing for him. Despite it all, your eyes hadn't strayed from the door, basically unblinking, too. "..Doll. Stop looking at that door." Shane suddenly snapped, his hand harshly squeezing your arm yet again, though harder this time, enough to where you were sure there'd be a mark.

"Ow-- Shane! You're hurting me-" you spluttered, eyes finally leaving the door to dart over to Shane, wide with fear. "I do everything for you; and all you can do is think of ways to leave me!" He exclaimed, venom in his voice, "It's not fair to me, sweets! Not fair, I tell you!"

And while your mind gave you every single reason he was wrong, how it was in fact VERY fair, you knew better than to talk back when he was riled up. Yes, you were stubborn, and could hold your own in a fight, but Shane as stubborn too, as well as stronger. It was a fight you knew you'd lose, and you didn't feel like having to play offense in your bedroom right now.

A sigh escaped Shane, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours, "I love you, y'know," he said softly once he'd pulled away slightly. The feel of his lip against your own made you want to cry with disgust.

"I love you too." ╰─..★.──────────╯

[sunny-porridge]

A something I drew for the LU discord server prompt (Bird)

Bunny Legend design is from @linkeduniverse

[liliumblooms]

Two slow dancers, last ones out

For @anonymous-dentist’s Spiderbit Week Day 1!

Prompt: dancing :)

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He had been locked up in that castle for days, now his castle, his brain quick to remind him, with no intention of leaving and facing reality. That place, which had seen some of his happiest days on that cursed island, was now a mere reflection of what his life had become, surrounded by desolate spaces without the laughter that had filled the place just a few months ago, in a house abandoned by those who had made it a home, just as his heart felt since that fateful day.

Initially, in a state of delirium and blinded by his emotions of the moment, he had come to that place with the intention of taking ownership and making that palace his own, removing the paintings that filled the hallways as if by doing so he could remove all the painful memories that tormented his mind, of those friendships whose whereabouts were still unknown, of the children he would never see grow up, of the family he would never have again, and of the one who had sworn promises of love just to leave him alone, like all those he had loved in his life.

Clarity lifted the fog that was his contained anger the moment he decided to sleep, after days of sleeplessness between purgatory and his escape from that place built on nightmares, in the bed he used to share with the one he had decided would be his life partner. His scent was still ingrained in the sheets they used to battle for between dreams on those nights when the stars aligned and they shared the bed, only to end up in each other's arms, seeking the warmth and peace that the other transmitted. Coffee and old books, his mind reminded him, as if he were still there.

That was the moment when he finally broke down, unable to contain the tears that had been hiding behind his eyes since the moment he saw those farewell messages and last words of love, before he disappeared from his side for what felt like the last time. The shock and rage that had consumed and accompanied him those days finally vanished when reality settled into his bones and soul, transforming him once again into a small child, desolate and abandoned by the world, drowning in his sobs and waiting for the only arms in which he felt a true sense of comfort.

Since then, he had not been able to sleep, not really, locking himself in his sadness and with no desire to find a way out of his pain. Sleep did not come easily to him, and when it did, he felt choked by the scenarios his mind built, only to return him to his cruel reality. He roamed the wide hallways of the castle as if he were a ghost, sinking deeper and deeper into his sadness and the feeling of emptiness that settled more and more in his chest, accompanied only by spiders, that had made the palace their home since it was abandoned for that island taken from the bowels of hell, and the sad melodies that emerged from his small audio system.

He had lost track of time, unable to recognize how many days had passed since he had decided to isolate himself from the world due to the lack of sleep and his sorrow, always locked within the walls of the castle built on pillars of hope for a better future and the desire for a home to shelter and protect those the heart of its creator held closest. Currently, he was its only inhabitant, though he felt no more than a wandering spirit without any destination or purpose, leaving all his hopes for a better future in the hands of the one to whom he had promised at the altar that he would always be by his side.

His wedding vows, now nothing more than a series of unfulfilled promises, and the memories of that day were the only things on his mind at that moment, as he observed their wedding cake. The man he married had decided to keep it, as a tangible reminder of what he said had been the happiest day of his life, displaying it proudly in the castle's kitchen to all who visited the place. His gaze focused on the ornament that decorated the top of the cake, and he could feel his vision blur, just as he had experienced on that special date, as his mind vividly relived the moment when he felt his heart would explode from the love coursing through his veins, while he firmly embraced his gatinho to the rhythm of the waltz.

They had danced together on previous occasions, like those times they had shared the dance floor at Las Casualonas, but nothing could compare to how intimate that moment felt. His beloved's breath on his neck while he murmured the sweet lyrics of the melody they swayed to, only for his ears to hear. Usually, he was the one who loudly dedicated love songs in the moments they shared together, the change causing his heart to race and soft tears to start running down his cheeks. He had managed to hold out until that moment, always being a more reserved person with his true emotions, hidden behind a facade of happiness and a broad smile always, but at that instant, his soul rejoiced in the arms of the one he loved like no one else before, with a happiness so great it could not be contained in his body.

His husband, his mind provided for the first time since they exchanged rings and became spouses in the presence of their family and friends, was the most special person that existed in this universe and all the others. Only with him did he feel capable of expressing his true emotions, letting the tears he had held back until that moment fall freely while he hid his face in his hair and smelled his fragrance, so him, letting his senses be blinded by the presence of the owner of his soul and being, his Cellbit, while they continued moving to the slow rhythm they shared to the sound of the music, now, as one.

Unaware of what he was doing, he abruptly stops upon feeling a gentle breeze touch his wet cheeks, sending a shiver from deep within his being. He had been so immersed in his memories that he hadn't noticed when he started dancing, to the same rhythm he shared with his most precious dance partner, guided by the same melody they had danced to on such a special moment, the song still filling his ears from his small stereo and soon coming to its end. As the new harmonies of a sad song that he remembers hearing at some past moment begin, he is unable to fight against the new tangent his brain provides him at that instant.

He had been so close to losing him just a few days before their wedding, thanks to the noble heart of his beloved and his deep love for those he considers family. Thanks to that moving event, they decided to promise themselves to each other and be together for the rest of whatever life they had left, whether short or long. After spending time together as companions and confidants, and later living together for so many months as spouses, he knew better than anyone how his gatinho's mind and heart worked, so he could easily understand why he made the decision he did the day his life stopped. He himself had experienced firsthand what it was like to lose a child and would never blame him for what he did, a conclusion that took him some time to reach, but that didn't make his reality any less painful. He would never wish on anyone else what he was going through since the moment his world stopped spinning, not even on the one who had betrayed him like no one had before, a pain so excruciating and consuming that it burned from the depths of his being, slowly and persistently consuming his entire body, leaving only an exorbitant amount of love with no place to go and find refuge.

His soul bleeds and bleeds for a love that lost its home in the hands of the man he would continue loving for the rest of his life, the one who cared for and kept that love within his own soul, as if they were simply one, an exact reflection and in perfect sync. He felt incapable of dealing with the cruel reality in which he was immersed, the last dancer on the floor, destined to finish alone the waltz they had started together, living in memories of the past with every step taken.