#the highlight in his eye is tear drop shaped too just so u know

[pharmakon-ghoul]

And I can tell just what you want

You don't want to be alone

You don't want to be alone

And I can't say it's what you know

But you've known it the whole time

Yeah, you've known it the whole time

[eyrieofsynapses]

Redemption Panel Highlights and Reactions

GATORS

i.e., Beth Riesgraf and Christian Kane (mostly Beth) talking about filming the scenes in (what I presume is) The Rollin’ on the River Job, where they’re pulling some stuff out of the water, and finding out the next day that there was an absolutely massive alligator pulled out of the same place just a little while after they filmed it

Beth’s impression of the wildlife folks warning them about the alligators

Beth scaring the hell out of Noah Wyle by yelling “GATOR” at him just after he finished his scene

seriously that was an absolutely WILD part of the panel

Everyone showering Aleyse Shannon with literally all the love!

Aldis Hodge in particular big-brothering her, and also the older actors calling her out for not giving herself enough credit, and Dean Devlin talking about how she blew him away at the auditions with her ability to turn on a dime

Seeing Kane with his glasses off wiping at his eyes, momentarily thinking “you okay dude?” and then realizing that he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes

(same)

The The Bucket Job clip! I’ve been a bit meh on a lot of Redemption, just in how it didn’t feel quite right, but that is possibly the absolute closest I’ve seen it get to the original in the best way. Brilliant

Which comes as no surprise since BETH RIESGRAF directed the episode!!! And apparently put an insane amount of effort in!

Beth’s utter delight and joy at both directing the episode and having the crew behind her

THE CHAIR

So apparently she and Christian went to town on the fight scene and he winds up tied up in a chair somewhere along the line and there’s a whole wild scene, which I am really looking forward to

Beth knowing how insanely particular he’d be about things like zip ties vs rope and what kind of rope e.t.c. e.t.c.

Apparently this is also tied into a VERY DEEP scene with Eliot? It sounds like they’re going to go super hard on his backstory, which is terrifyingly exciting

Just. Beth and Christian going very hard on that episode together

Speaking of: the panel’s going amazingly, I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts, things are relatively light, and then, of fucking course—

Kane hitting us over the head about Eliot being a mass murderer who can’t be redeemed, is trying to stay static so that he can maintain the place he’s in, and is thus LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HARRY

What the FUCK. This is of course incredibly insightful and perfectly on point (because it’s Kane) but also, EXCUSE ME, OUCH, why would you DO THAT to us?

Everyone talking about having their families on set and their kids!

Beth’s son growing up on the original Leverage set and now going into being a director himself!

Gina’s daughter also growing up on set!

Noah Wyle’s daughter is playing Harry’s daughter I REPEAT NOAH WYLE’S ACTUAL DAUGHTER IS PLAYING AS HARRY’S DAUGHTER

Gina Bellman remaining relatively stoic throughout much of the panel (seriously, this woman, how the heck does she do it) and then losing it when they’re asked about running/inside jokes

A lot of them are, of course, apparently not appropriate to be spoken on-panel

(A lot of the others are the little inside ones that are special enough not to be ones they want to share, which is sweet!)

Everyone collectively losing it over having LeVar Burton on for The Bucket Job

Devlin and everyone laughing about collecting the various Star Trek people on Leverage

Beth talking about Burton coming over while she’s getting ready and asking her if she’s living on coffee and water, her laughing because he was absolutely right, and then him gently reminding her to remember to eat, which is the sweetest thing in the world oh my gods

Kane apparently choreographing an intense scene with Burton and being scared out of his mind, because Burton really wanted to go for it, but to Kane it was like he’s a figurine that’s not to be messed with because he was so worried about hurting him

Kane choreographing a massive amount of the show, which I knew already, but seriously, this guy blows me away

Gina and the crew talking about how he’d be away for a day of shooting a fight and all of them would be missing him and thinking about him

Family Vibes

Everyone talking about how they’re very noisy and loud together on set and it’s a bit like walking into a group of people having Christmas dinner (or something to that effect) because they’re just Like That together

Aleyse being the most surprised by Beth when she met her because she was like a little angel of light during the auditions but turned out to be an absolute ball of wild energy on set

Gina going “wait you were a MODEL” at Beth

Aldis talking about how much he loved how Parker and Hardison’s relationship had developed and grown!

Also, Aldis apologizing when the New York (iirc) background noise got loud and everyone going “no no we get you”

His outfit is ON POINT today

Gina saying that Christian is the goofiest and wildest out of them in terms of humor

(she goes “some of you may not know this,” which, fair, but also, if you’ve seen more than ten minutes of this guy outside of character you know he’s an absolute ball of sunshine)

Gina, Beth, and Christian talking about how they’d challenge each other to stay off sweets back on the original set, because they knew they needed to stay in shape and also just because they’re competitive (apparently all of them are major sweet tooths) and hide brownies and things from each other, while Aldis is just. doing pushups. eating all the healthy stuff. and then wanders into the room with a literal cupful of chocolates

(and Aldis going “well yeah I have to work off the sweets SOMEHOW”)

Beth explaining that sometimes they’d order a “Kane burrito” from Christian and he’d alter it slightly

Like, you know, chopping up hot jalapenos super fine and mixing them in, and Beth practically not being able to talk after the first bite

Apparently Aldis still went back a lot even after that

(Christian just seems very pleased with himself over it)

(THESE PEOPLE)

Gina goes “hey we should have an episode where we all swap roles,” Devlin going “WAIT FOR SEASON ONE TO BE DONE,” and then somebody (maybe the moderator?? I don’t remember exactly) going “uh actually. We did that”

Cue immediate scramble of “WAIT WHICH JOB WAS THAT”

(paraphrasing) “Yeah you remember the bit where you put on Parker’s harness and went off a building?”

Turns out half the cast had actually forgotten that that existed and only remember when reminded

The original cast all think of the episodes as “jobs”!!!!

Everyone talking over each other, Devlin going “it was with Sterling when we blew up the offices,” deciding that it was the season one finale, and then trying to figure out what episode title it was (eventually they figure out it’s the David jobs)

Moderator and Devlin accurately commenting that the fans know the show much better than they do

Noah Wyle very correctly explaining how Electric Entertainment is like a family and Devlin just. Keeps people

Aleyse and Aldis talking about typing when they’re hacking and going “WHAT THE HECK DO WE TYPE”

Aldis goes “yeah I just type all the bad words that we’re not allowed to say”

Aleyse saying that she’s always a little worried they’re hiding a Word document behind the blue screen and they’re going to pull up what she’s typing at the end of the day and print it out and put it in her trailer going “what the HECK is this”

Noah talking about filming The Golf Job and just getting to direct Jason Marsters and Christian together

Apparently their dynamic in that episode accurately mirrors the one with their characters in Angel!

Which promptly goes straight to the comment that it was very hard to make Marsters look like a golfer (pfft)

(Also apparently Christian plays golf for fun with his friends? Not necessarily something I would’ve thought of!)

Aleyse happily talking about how she loved the dynamic on set and it was very different from what she was used to

Also Aleyse talking about doing stunts and everyone else praising her for going whole hog

Beth especially praising her for the bit where she’s hit with the paralysis injection (I don’t remember which ep it’s from) and her acting for it, because it was incredibly hard to drop off screen in the particular way she did

Aleyse promptly answers that she was terrified with some of those, especially one where she had to keep a clock from falling and breaking

Everyone discussing how they see a new aspect of Breanna’s character in The Train Job

Also, to get serious for a moment, Kate Rorick in particular talks about how Breanna’s part of Gen Z and how we didn’t get the “days of yore” where everything was chill. We’ve basically been living in a world of hostility the whole time. It’s something I deeply appreciate, as someone who’s part of that group, and I love how they emphasize that for us.

This panel was pure chaos and I loved every moment of it! My stomach was actually hurting from laughing so hard, I swear. They had me cackling well over half the time. I would happily take panels double or triple the length of this, this was amazing. I also adore how the second you drop these six people in a room together, they immediately take off and literally just run and give you everything you wanted and more. (It is also evidently very hard to get them to STOP talking.)

I’m also just going to stop and take a second to fawn over the effects for the 3D room. It’s gorgeous—I love how they replicated the headquarters, especially with the stained glass ceilings! Super impressive, especially with all the photos, and I just love the whole thing. Kudos to whoever put that together.

Anyway, I’m definitely missing some stuff too; seriously, there wasn’t a second wasted in this thing, they were cracking some kind of joke or dropping some really interesting piece of information practically every thirty seconds. (And I haven’t even gotten into the clips OR the bloopers. I miiiight do a separate reaction purely for those.) It’s still up right now if you missed it and you want to watch it! I’ll probably watch it again, honestly.

[harrywritingsbyme]

hello sweetheart, I have a kink for daddy!h, corruption!h and a size kink too. can u elaborate pls? xx

The Stages of Corruption

A/N: My brain and puthy are about to explode for the same yet very different reasons lmao. Anyways...imma add this hot lil thing to A Series of Firsts bc why tf not?! And I hope it doesn’t suck…enjoy🙃.

Harry was obsessed with you. He could honestly say that from the moment he met and laid eyes on you for the first time, he was hooked. And yes it was for the obvious reasons of how beautiful and sweet you were inside and out. You were like a magnet, he couldn’t help but to be attracted to you in every way shape and form. But besides that, Harry was also hooked because of how cute and innocent you were. See, Harry had acquired a bit of a corruption kink. In past relationships, he’d always been with someone who had their fair share of experience in the bedroom. But with you, it was the complete opposite. After gliding right through the getting to know you’s, and the building of the foundation for you guys’ relationship, you and Harry moved right into the intimacy phase. And as if Harry had hit the nail on the head when it came down to your innocence, you weren’t well versed in the bedroom at all and you hadn’t really done anything either. The farthest you’d ever gone was a bit of over the clothes touching; which was exactly what Harry was dying to hear. He was yearning to teach you and to be the one to expose you to pleasure. He wanted to be the first thought in your mind when the word pleasure was brought up. He wanted to hear your pretty little voice beg for him and your body to quiver desperately for him. Harry wanted to corrupt you.

And over the course of time, Harry was able to do that.

For starters, Harry got you comfortable with calling him daddy in the bedroom. You’d accidentally blurted it out when the two of you were going at it a little bit. He was on top of you and between your legs, kissing down and suckling on your neck as he had a hand up your skirt that was softly rubbing you through your panties. You were so caught up in how good this newfound feeling of having him on top of you with his face in your neck and leaving marks in the process while touching you between your legs felt that he name just flew out of your mouth. When Harry heard it, his head flew up from your neck and down in the direction of your face to address what you called him. Still to this day he could remember how you got all blushy as he pestered you to say it again. Eventually, Harry was in fact able to get you to say it again and he was able to get you comfortable with saying it in general. You became so comfortable with it that you’d call him daddy in every day situations when it was just the two of you. And to make matters worse, you sounded so sweet when you said it too. This meant that Harry’s cock always perked up in his pants resulting in him needing to take care of himself. Luckily for him, almost 99% of the time he took care of himself, he did it with your help.

The next thing on Harry’s corruption check list was familiarizing you with pleasure. He wanted you to have an understanding the feelings that came along with a release and what it felt like to have an orgasm. When he made you cum for the first time, it was a completely euphoric atmosphere for you both. Harry was lying between your legs while you were completely naked against the bed, taking everything that he was giving you. He used his fingers and mouth to send shockwaves through your body. He just sucked and sucked on your cunt and pushed his fingers all they way up into you. You were squirming and whining against the bed as he continued to work the area between your legs. He pushed is fingers in and out of you over and over again as he continuously sucked on your clit and nipped at the delicious flesh of your thighs. When his fingers weren’t inside of you, his mouth was on your pussy, licking up and down your folds and pushing the  tip of his tongue in towards your entrance. You were so overcome with pleasure as he did this that he had to pin your hips down to the bed in order to keep going and push you into your release. You were crying out to him (or daddy for that matter), you were pulling tightly on his hair, and you were clenching up against his tongue as he pulled you closer and closer to your release. And once he did, you were even more of a mess when he was getting you up to that point. You were crying out to him about how your tummy was warm and tight and that you felt like you had to pee and you couldn’t hold back. There were even little tears forming in your eyes from how intense it was. And when you finally let go, you were gushing all over his hand. Harry got to feel first hand your walls convulsing around his finger (he was only able to get one in since you were beyond tight) as you came. And for you, the feeling was absolutely amazing. It was like a wave of pleasure crashed down onto you and went right through your body. You wanted to feel it again and again and again; you were addicted to it.

After letting you feel what it was like to have a release, Harry helped you figure out what felt good to you and how to pleasure yourself. He kept your naked body between his legs in front of a mirror and guided your hand and the vibrating bullet he got for you between your legs and showed you how to pleasure and tease yourself. This was definitely a lifesaver when you weren’t with Harry but you were craving an amazing release. You kept the tips Harry gave you locked in your mind and you just made yourself feel good. And to make it even better, you kept your eyes shut and just imagined Harry on top of you, touching and toying with your body. You couldn’t believe that you were able to pleasure yourself on you own, and you were so excited about it that you did it all by yourself for the first time that as soon as your hands were no longer tingly, you immediately texted Harry to tell him. Your message was almost instantly met with a response of him being so proud of you and that since you were being such a big girl for daddy, he’d have to give you a little treat. With that being said, after replying with a “can’t wait”, you go straight back to your vibrator to take care of the tingling sensation that was forming in your clit again.

Now onto the fourth checkpoint on Harry’s list. By this point, you and Harry have been playing solely with you. He wanted to make sure that you were completely taken care of and he just wanted to dote on you. He was teaching you so many different things about your pleasure and you were soaking it all up and playing with it. And since you were comfortable with your pleasure, Harry figured that it was time to bring his own pleasure into the mix. When he first pulled his cock out of his pants, you were floored. You couldn’t believe that he managed to hold all of that in his pants and you were definitely skeptical of whether or not it would fit inside once you two got to that point. But knowing Harry and how he guided you through everything so far, you weren’t that nervous about it. Instead of actually guiding you through what to do, Harry let you play with his cock. You wrapped your smaller hands around him and you tugged and squeezed him. Your eyes were focused in on his cock, taking in every detail of him. You were also taking him his moans above you, they were your guide to know if you were doing something right. Now while you were playing with his cock, Harry was in heaven. Harry had his innocent little girlfriend on her knees playing with his cock. He was on cloud nine from the way you squeezed and tugged at him. He was also blown away by the way you brought your forefinger and thumb up to squeeze the swollen head of his cock between them, and by the way you pressed your forefinger down into his glistening slit. You were doing everything right without even trying and Harry was all for it. What made him burst even faster though was when you pursed your lips around the head of his cock. You weren’t expecting him to put in in your mouth the first time you touched him so that just threw him over the edge. And as he came, you were quick to pull your mouth back and just watch his cock erupt right in front of you as you took in his moans. You just watched as the streams of his thick cum spurted out from his cock; and it was a lot too, he just kept going. He came so much that your hands were covered in it since they were still wrapped around his very sizable shaft. But it gets even better. After pulling your hands away from his cock, you bring one of your hands up to your mouth to lick up some of his cum. When you first tasted it, you had to admit that the taste was very interesting to say the least. It wasn’t bad per say…it was just different. But after some more licks and Harry being completely dumbfounded above you, the taste grew on you and you went on to not only clean your hands but also his cock.

This moment was the catalyst to so many things. You went on to taking his cock into your mouth (and throat because he was huge) and even letting him flood your mouth with his cum. After practicing, you became addicted to having Harry’s cock inside you mouth. You were so addicted that if he told you to drop to your knees, you’d be down there in an instant. And Harry loved that. Another thing that was brought into the mix was 69-ing. The both of you were obsessed with giving and receiving oral pleasure so it came naturally; and it was amazing. The entire time, the both of you would be mouthing at each other and holding back so you could keep receiving that pleasure. And when you both came, your juices right on each others tongues. One final thing that was introduced into you guys’ mix was something that was highlighted on Harry’s mental checklist. Face fucking. He’d accidentally lifted his hips up into your face, sending his cock deep into your throat, causing you tog gag a bit.   When he realized what he’d done, he immediately pulled your head up to check on you, and when he did, he was met with a response he wasn’t expecting. You told him that you liked it and to keep doing it. From that point on Harry’d thrust his cock into your mouth and just listen to your gags and feel your nails clawing into his thighs as he fucked his cock into your mouth/throat. What he loved the most about it was the little drops of cum that gathered in the corners of your mouth and your watery eyes once he was all done. It was perfect.

Now Harry was beyond happy with where you guys were and was enjoying every moment of pleasure with you. But the both of you had reached the biggest part of the checklist. Actually having sex. Harry was 1000% against pressuring you into it. He wanted you to be completely comfortable and ready for that big moment. And you were. After just enjoying Harry, you were ready to enjoy Harry. It was a bit daunting to think about all of him fitting inside of you but Harry always took his time with you so you were pretty confident in him doing that at this very big moment for you both. And once that big moment arrived, it was great. When you told Harry that you were ready, he didn’t just jump right in. He planned everything out for you to really have your moment. He put his corruption checklist to the side and made it extra romantic. Harry felt so bad that you were experiencing a bit of pain as he pushed into you that he was constantly giving you kisses and praising you for how well you were doing and telling you that he loved you. But even though he was focusing on you, Harry was exploding inside. You were so warm and tight that Harry could’ve came within the first 5 minutes. You were so tight that even if he wanted to slam into you, he couldn’t. He almost passed out too.  It wasn’t surprising that he felt this way though. Harry definitely had a bit of a size kink. Once you’re a little bit comfortable, Hary slowly moves in and out of you. After a perfect stream of slow thrusts along with his fingers toying at your clit and his mouth against your chest, you end up releasing around him and Harry let’s go inside of you per you guys’ conversation a bit earlier.

The first time, along with a some times after that were soft and slow. They were so that you could be comfortable and used to having him inside of you. And as these times progressed on, the pleasure increased and you were getting even more geared up to take everything Harry had. Which you ended up taking like a champ by the way. Once you were all good to go, Harry went back to his corruption check list. And you two went at it. It was so good that the mere thought of it gave you goosebumps. Fast forward up to now and you two were going at it anytime, anywhere, anyway. You were screaming as he pounded into you forcefully, begging him to give it to you. Harry had his hands wrapped around your throat, pinning your head down to the bed as he dropped his hips down onto yours. What kept him going wasn’t solely your screams and  how good you felt, it was also the end result of it all. He loved it when your thighs and pussy were sore and you could still feel him in your stomach as his cum poured out of you. You two were always in a daze after sex and you both were just about completely numb as well. But as you and Harry were in that state, you both were contemplating the next amazing round.

And neither of you would have it any other way. He was teaching you, your body was always quivering, and your mouth was always begging for more. And yet, there were still an infinite amount of stages on Harry’s corruption check list. This was just the beginning.

Masterlist

[quirkisms]

OFF YOUR CHEST - M. TOGATA (i)

pairing: mirio togata x fem!reader

summary: Mirio tears himself apart, and you're there to heal the pieces.

word count: 2k

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, strangers(ish) to lovers, AU where UA is college, not highschool (i dont want 2 write about minors), mirio is quirkless and is Dealing With It, slow burn, trauma and anxiety coping 

ao3

He splits another knuckle open.

It’s no different than any other exercise or training, but he’s different. He’s stronger now, and smarter but he’s still less. He punches the wall again, willing it to go through. For a second, he thinks he can feel the soft tendrils of the void past the surface beckoning him, urging him forth. It’s asking him where he’s been, that it missed him and that he’s back. For that second, it’s real. His hand is sinking through and he’s back.

But the rough texture of the wall sinks into the cuts he’s ripped into his skin and he’s pulling back, sucking in air through his teeth and withholding curses.

He cradles his right hand with his left, blood trailing down the grooves of the taught tendons on both battered hands.

Mirio’s chest is heaving, his breaths varying from deep to shallow, his heart rate erratic. The buzz in his pocket disrupts his stare at the red stains his punches had left.

TAMAKI

where r u

It hurts to curl his hand around the device, but he does anyway. He wipes the other hand on his pants before responding.

Training! What’s up?

TAMAKI

patrolling tn. just wanted to lyk

Okay - Stay safe! 😀

Mirio pockets his phone. He wants to manually rub the grime out of the cuts or even just leave them the way they are. The sting is a juxtaposition from how his life was before. No longer can he float in the nothingness, phase through infinity until he needs to come up for air.

He feels everything now.

He makes his way towards UA’s medical clinic. It’s late, past dinner at least, which means it’ll be empty save for one person. Recovery Girl doesn’t work the hours like she used to, not since you came in. The clinic after hours feels safe, secretive and his. You’re always there late, as far as Mirio knows. Since the first time he injured himself by pushing himself past his newfound limits (which were significantly less than what they used to be) you’d always been there when he’d sneak in.

Tonight, you were hunched over textbooks, highlighter dangling out of your mouth. If he could’ve, he would’ve lingered in the doorway to watch you. Instead, the few droplets of blood spilling from his hands alerted you of his presence. You peek over your shoulder at him before capping the marker and nodding for him to sit on one of the empty exam beds. It was routine.

“You outdid yourself this time,” You said as you cleaned the open wounds. He’d beaten the flesh raw, almost exposing bone and you wanted to scold him but you knew it was useless. He’d just brush you off with a shrug, a smile and tell you it’s not that big of a deal. Pain is part of getting stronger.

Mirio doesn’t respond. Instead, he chooses to let his eyes flick around the room. Recovery Girl’s absence is notable - no more jar of candy, and you’ve taken over her desk and littered it with your own knicknacks. Your textbooks, an All Might water bottle, a Kamui Woods pez dispenser. It’s cute, he thinks.

“Did you have a punching match with one of those hardening quirks?” You’re frowning as you pop a piece of jerky in your mouth. “Maybe Cementoss?”

“Cementoss,” he confirms, only because that would be the only way he’d have so much...particulate within the splits. Cementoss was made of rock, and Mirio would rather die than admit to you he was relentlessly punching a wall.

You snort, shaking your head as you chew. You both know he’s full of it, but you drop it. You always do.

A soft, blue glow escapes from underneath your hand. His hand feels fuzzy, like it's fallen asleep before it dissipates and you remove your hand, motioning for him to lift his other so you can begin the same process.

As you clean the other hand, Mirio watches you work. You ignore the weight of his gaze the best you can, focusing on repairing the skin and not how strong and smooth his fingers are. His hand is heavy in yours, and the glow of your quirk flickers as you lose focus imaging what his grip would feel like on you.

“Done,” you said, flicking your used gloves into the wastebasket by your feet. Mirio flexes his fingers. Healed. “Y’know, after all these visits,” You raise an eyebrow, “I think you owe me.”

Mirio looks up from his hands to tilt his head at you.

“Tell me how you really get these injuries,” you grab one of his hands loosely and run your thumb over the freshly regenerated skin.

He wasn’t expecting that.

Mirio gapes at you like a fish out of water, like you’re Thirteen and you’ve sucked all of the air out of the room. He pulls himself from your grip to rest his hands in his lap. He’s uncomfortable, uneasy now. He’s liked this place, liked you because questions weren’t asked that he had to give real answers to. It’s not betrayal that Mirio feels, it’s more like loss. It’s the loss that comes with the realization that you can’t outrun everything you want forever. With all the training, all the work Mirio had put in, he thought he could.

“They’re self-inflicted. The bruising, the wound placements. It’s like you’re training yourself to death.”

“It’s not like that - I’m fine, I promise!” Mirio throws his hands up in a defensive motion. He’s summoning the sunlight, the optimism and charm that swooned UA and motivated him to keep working, keep training, to save a million people. He can feel it churning in his chest, but it’s been pressed so deep he’s grasping at the edges and they don’t want to meet his fingertips.

Mirio knew you never believed his excuses - you knew he knew that and you’d been pulled thin between wanting to show concern and ask what was up and respecting his privacy. But at the previous state of his knuckles, you couldn’t drag your feet any longer.

You watch him, face soft and stoic. You’re not coddling, but you’re not cold either. He realizes that you’re just simply waiting.

“I just train too hard,” he gives in, just a little. You raise your eyebrows a fraction and he continues. “I have a lot to make up for, so I tend to overdo it!” He laughs it off - the injuries are a joke, truly. They’re funny to him.

“You get more banged up than Midoriya,” you look at him over the clear frame of the glasses you seem to only wear at the clinic. “How does your training get you more banged up than the other heroes?”

“I’m not a hero,” he’s quick to say, and it stings more than it should. He was, should’ve been, should be.

Your face is soft again, and it’s an art you’ve mastered over time. You’re good at composing your features to appear passive and static. In your many hero encounters, pity is the quickest way to lose trust. So you watch Mirio, with his soft smile and now long hair tied back at the nape of his neck. He’s analyzing you just as you are him, and you keep your eyes from flicking to his knuckles when you respond with, “Okay.”

His stomach is churning, still sour with his words but he rubs his hands on his thighs. Why are they so sweaty?

In his distracted state, Mirio doesn’t notice you scribbling down something on a notecard shaped like an anatomical heart. You hand it to him, knocking him out of his trance.

Seven digits, followed by the letters 3G, and four more digits.

“What’s this?” he asks. Obviously the first line is your number, but you lost him with the rest.

“My number,” you aren’t looking at him. Instead you choose to refold the sleeves of your white coat as you continue, “and the passcode to get into my dorm building.”

Mirio does white. The passcode? Why would he need that?”

“I can’t be staying here late every night in case you show up.” You hated trudging back to your dorm on the nights he didn’t show, both eyelids and textbooks weighing you down. “Just stop by my dorm if it’s late like this.”

Mirio opens his mouth but you cut him off.

“Floor 5F, my name is on the door.”

He closes his mouth and smiles, nodding and bowing in thanks. He doesn’t trust his voice, not right now. You’re packing up your textbooks as he exits the clinic.

It doesn’t hit him until he gets back to the 3A dorms that he doesn’t know your name.

He beats himself up about it the whole night. He wishes he could go into Tamaki’s room to distract himself, to ask him about the person who’s basically taken over Recovery Girl’s mantle. Tamaki frequented the clinic as well - used it as an excuse to get out of the heroics lessons and sleep. He’d definitely know your name, unlike his golden counterpart who visited her frequently and never thought to ask.

Mirio tried to comfort himself by thinking that maybe you didn’t know his name either. You’d never asked. But then again, Mirio is (was?) part of UA’s Big Three. The aftermath of the Shie Hassaikai was all anyone talked about for weeks. You’d definitely have to know who he was. Mirio Togata, the kid who lost his quirk. Le Million, the hero who gave and lost everything. You went to UA yourself - there was no way.

He didn’t want to be that sob story to you. But he was constantly coming to you with injuries - split knuckles, a dislocated shoulder, a torn achilles. Maybe he wasn’t exactly that sob story, but he knew you pitied him regardless. Maybe that’s why you always stayed so late - you felt bad for him.

The thoughts makes Mirio uncomfortable.

And so much so that to make himself feel better, he adds your number to his phone. Typing in the numbers, he thinks about how he likes that your handwriting was shitty. Another little thing you let him see, let him learn about you. In lieu of a name, he makes your contact name the stethoscope emoji. He laughs to himself when he saves the contact and types out a message:

How late is too late?

He hesitates, but hits send. It delivers, and after fifteen minutes, Mirio is worried he confused one of your twos for a seven or vice versa. Or, maybe he should’ve introduced himself instead of just sending you a basic question that revealed his identity in no way whatsoever. In the eighteenth minute, you buzz back a response.

🩺

Why?

Might break a bone tomorrow.

It only takes eleven minutes for you to respond this time, and Mirio hates that he’s counting.

🩺

I’ll be sure to eat breakfast then.

No later than midnight, tho.

Okay!

Seven minutes this time. He wasn’t expecting a response.

🩺

You don’t need an injury to stop by, you know.

Mirio grins. A real one.

If you insist. Still might have a scratch or two, though. 😀

Two minutes. Mirio is oblivious to the fact that you are cringing hard at his emoji usage.

🩺

don’t be taking advantage of my quirk :(

You’re right… promise you will be compensated for your time. 👍

It’s immediate.

If it’s not edible, I don’t want it.

Mirio decides he might take it a little easy when he trains tomorrow.

[everyday-is-brighter-with-you]

CRYING IN THE (WINTER)CLUB

Before starting the ID I want to say there are some OC characters in this, and I’ve described their general appearance in this google doc for ref!

[ ID: Wide front view colored art drawn traditionally and colored digitally. Every character is in fullbody except Dr Habit whos drawn till above legs. In the scene many people are gathered out in the winter snow at a backyard. Snow falls everywhere. Overall pic is light blue toned. There is slight pale vignette around it.

Dr.Habit is looking away and wiping a tear, smiling. In the artists interpretation he has yellow fur, pink hair, stitches on hands, deep red nails.He wears long brown fur coat, big white knitted scarf, black fingerless gloves, black fur ushanka with orange fruits and green leaves design. Wears hair in a long plait. A dark grey maine coon leans into him.

Putunia is laying down, hands on cheeks making a ''ooo'' face in anticipation and glee. In the artists interpretation she has long dark brown curly hair. She wears a purple petunia shaped dress, blue pants, short brim straw hat with fake purple flowers,  thick yellow socks. Wears hair in big pigtails tied with pink bobble ties. She is looking at Lil Habby( the puppet) holding a fire gun to a melting chocolate bar, melting into a cup for making a drink. He wears the usual with a pink flower in hair. He has long thin simple shadow arms and legs here.

Marigold is sitting idle on the grass, looks curiously at snow on his petal hair, maybe even irritated. Near him on a pink cushy sofa with green highlights and little yellow flower designs sits Rose playing his flute eyes closed and legs kicking casually. In this picture his hair is longer. His hair tie rests on a sofa arm.

Behind him the Carlas are making a Snow Carla. Fortune Teller Carla is smiling and keeping a camellia on the snow figure. A red sleeveless dress and red gloves are drawn on her, wears hair in double buns with sparkling grey flower bands encircling buns, green eyeshadow. Another Carla laughs heartily, adding more snow.  A green buttoned dress with yellow ''fluff''  and striped brown cap with same fluff is drawn on her. The third Carla's face is away from viewer, she too is adding snow. A blue dress like Elsa's icy dress and a purple flower crown is drawn on her, though the cape is actually worn. The Snow Carla has one swirly eye dug in, a button eye with leaf lashes and branch eyebrow, carrot nose, red wax lips stuck on. From the camellia tree behind the red-clothed one, a pair of green cat eyes with thick brown brows stare.

Farther away on the other side Kamal is walking in, holding a half eaten pitha in hand while approaching. He holds a bag with a box saying ''To Kamal, with love''. In the artists interpretation his face is acne scarred. He wears a blue-black sweater, purple scarf, blue pants, brown winter shoes with white fluff at the top, one gold earring, frog shape chew necklace, hair is in a bun.

At the center Trevor is reaching up  with a stool and fiddling with a giant vibrating hot chocolate machine. He wears his usual coat with added blue jeans, red scarf with yellow and black stripes, leopard print heels, green goggles, mask for mouth, silver ear piercings. Hair is in a mullet and nails are sharp and black. The machine has a funnel streaming black smoke, and many bright devices on it. In the center of it is a radioactive symbol. On one side to its bottom is a part reading ''DEVIL MODE'' in allcaps with fire graphics, a big red button in a glass case is above it with a note that reads ''Never(underlined) touch'', stuck with a smiley face pin. There is a mounted fish figurine on one handle. The hot chocolate is fizzling over the brim.

Behind him a long table laiden with food is seen. There are swirl designs on the wood's sides. There are red and green apples, borscht, three colored drinks, yorsh, glintvein , 3 tier chocolate cake, shchi, cut open peaches, cut round bread, bowl with sweet bread cakes, three small buns, full breasted chicken in aluminium foil. Lily is looking over the table edge, grinning with the aim of stealing the cake.

There are plants around, a winter garden. In some places a green color overtakes the snow with grass growing. All over the yellow fence, to the left side, are huge clumps of winter jasmine.

To the horizon trees in blue-green shades with snow coverings are seen, closer and then farther and farther away. In that distance the silhouettes of Jimothan smiling and waving to Trencil, while dragging Parsley through the snow behind him are seen. Trencil stands and smiles, a little of his towering purple castle with red highlights, many turrets, visible.

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DESC UNDER CUT 

yisssss MFERS I made a winter piece before winter was FUCKING OVER sobsob

heres my yearly tribute to the season of nosebleeds cracked lips and flies aND SNOW!!!!!!!!(NOT WHERE I LIVE ;W;)

Also my birthdays really soon. Like next week soon

Ermmm ahffjd to talk a little about what I drew...hmmhfhg...well idk if the perspective( god i tried) makes this look different so ill just throw it out there thats Habits not looking at my sonaJDJVNJ hes looking away and crying due to found family feelings. Carlas doing some gay shit. Pabit+Putunia about to start a small localized natural disaster. I mean how else do u make hot choco without setting chocolate on fire tbh. Hotted chocolate. aNd YeS mY fAmIlY SeLf iNsErTs ArE ThErE tOo >:3. The machine will explode tommorow but its OK. They can make bath bombs from the carnage. Hrhggh I had a different idea but then my sis changed my HC so Im just gonna say Habit built it but with Trevors help hence the flashiness nd DEVIL MODE. Now that ive watched hlvrai i cant stop dropping references this series is so quotable .   Sawww those guys in the back? Honestly Trencils probably a winter person with the low light, fog and blocked sun.

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EDIT: WELL MY BIRTHDAY GOT OVER AND JANUARY ALMOST TOO DAMN..GETTING OVER MY HEAPING ANXIETY AND POSTING

I dont Expect a lot of notes or anything but I suppose its alright, one of the important things to me is just archiving my art somewhere.

I know the IDs long but I’d recommend reading through if u also wanna like know the specifics of what I drew, OVER 15 PLANTS I THINK   I’d be flattered,

If you reblog with tags i’ll be happy though!!

[ID: The same drawing but with no editing- no vignette, snow overlay, blue overtone or color correction. end ID]

EDIT: Shortened the rlly long ID, but if someone wants to know the plants i drew under ‘winter garden’;  The flowers and plants visible at front are virginia rose, red chokeberry, snowdrops, a single frost covered rose, piers japonica in pots. To the middle inkberry, more snowdrops, colored hellebores patch,  glory of snow, black hellebores patch, pansies, cyclamens, yellow aconite, some more snowdrops. A little farther are two winterberry plants, a camellia tree, witch hazel, english primroses, staghorn sumac. 

[saintlygore]

LOST AND FOUND 1/2

pairing: akaashi keiji x fem!reader

dedicated to and requested by: @keijish​!

a/n: this is the first part out of two! part two is angst to fluff :) also! if you are going through a rough time and are feeling really down, please do not feel like a burden :( as much as it may seem like you will be a burden, you won’t. and i’ve experienced this myself. if something is bothering you, please talk to someone. please understand that THAT person is willing to listen to you :/ you are not burdening them, if they are the right person to be confiding in. please do not bottle up every bad thing (every issue, every worry, every tear). and if you are someone who knows that your friend is going through something, please reach out to them. they are in need of someone, and if you do too, then talk it out with someone you trust. love u all and my messages are always open!

warnings:  angst.

─── 『 (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ 』 ───

Nails dug into her soft, supple skin, leaving red crescent shapes and drops of blood peeking through. Her hands pulling on her hair like her life depends on it. The moonlight that shines through the window highlights her tears that carelessly flows down her cheeks. The distant chatter of the television show and the mounds of school work left forgotten as she clings onto her pillow, soft sobs echoing throughout the room. She couldn’t help out a scream, muffled by the pillow. A scream of fatigue. A scream for help. A scream of pain. Salty tears land on her duvet with a quiet thud. 

───

The soft buzz of her phone breaks her from her trance. Her breaths heavy and ragged as she picks up her phone. With teary and blurry eyes, she strains to lok at the contact name. Keiji <3. 

“Shit” She mumbles, her heart dropping. She heaves a deep breath, as countless worries race throughout her head. She couldn’t bear losing her beloved friend Keiji due to her worries and horrible life experiences. She doesn’t want to ever worry him about her troubles, in fear of being a burden.

“Hey.” She strained to say, her throat dry due to the hours of crying.

“Hey. What’s up?” His voice was so soothing, but it made her heart drop even more. The feeling of guilt and fear overcame her and tears were brought to her eyes once more. 

“Y/N?”

“Oh sorry. Nothing. I’m just finishing up my work.”

“Oh alright... Y/N. You don’t sound well. Are you okay? Have you been crying again?”

“No.”  Y/N wanted so badly to confide in him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. She couldn’t. She can’t be selfish and let her troubles worry him. She can’t burden him, she can’t lose him. 

There was a silent pause as Y/N tried to regain her composure. Wiping her tears away, she managed to say:

“I’m just tired. That’s all. Don’t worry about it.” Akaashi wanted her to tell him what was wrong, because they were friends. And friends are always there for each other. Despite the fact that his desire to be more than friends was eating him away, he would always put her first. After all, as times goes by, he falls in love with her more. However, Y/N keeping her troubles and worries bottled up made Akaashi’s chest tighten. As much as he wanted her to open up to him, he can’t push her to do that. He’ll just wait until she’s ready, as long as it takes her to be. 

───

But as Y/N’s eyes flicker to the bag filled with clothes and the letter awaiting on her desk, Akaashi would have to wait much longer. Or even, he’d have to wait a lifetime.

“Alright. Take care, alright? Don’t overwork yourself. And please remember that I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks Keiji.. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She hangs up and puts her phone on her desk. Grabbing the letter, sealing it and placing it on her bed. As she grabs her bag, her eyes flicker to the photo of her and Akaashi sitting on her bookshelf. Tears spring into her eyes as memories fill her head, and she almost couldn’t bring it in herself to leave. Almost. So, Y/N’s solution to get rid of her problems was to run away. She was lost, and she has yet to be found. 

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pt. 2 coming soon :)

[orbitariums]

Umm, I loved it thank you! I would love it if you did write a part two 10/10🌸🌸 -first ask anon

your wish is my command ! i hope u guys like this one!

this is part two of the first peter parker imagine where he discovers his girlfriend is an avenger (violet blast and spiderman series pt.1 - https://orbitariums.tumblr.com/post/185718942965/i-have-a-request-peter-parker-finding-out-his-gf

warning: angsty <3

violet blast & spider-man pt. ii:

       The following week at school, you and Peter had been avoiding any obviousness. The two of you didn’t think anyone would figure anything out even if you were acting weird, but you wanted to keep things under wraps. But that was kind of hard considering the immense connection the recent incident had built up between the two of you. Ned and MJ noticed it, even Flash too.

     While Flash took any chance to cringe at and degrade the way you two would gaze into each other’s eyes for prolonged periods of time or be extra frisky with each other during class, or the way he would whisper an inside joke into your ear and you would roll your head back in loud laughter, Ned adored it. MJ just noted it on the other hand and would raise her brows and revert her attention back to whatever book she was reading now. But on your walk to the cafeteria during the lunch period, Ned couldn’t help but squeeze in-between the two of you and point it out.

     He glanced between you and Peter as you walked down the hall, a suggestive smile on his face,

     “So you and YN are really getting along these days.”

Peter scoffed,

     “What are you talking about, we’ve been boyfriend and girlfriend for nearly a year now.”

     “I know, I know. It’s just you guys are really getting along now. So tell me, YN. Did you make passionate love to Peter in front of a crackling fireplace? Did he cry?”

     “Ha-ha, Ned, very funny,” you bleated in monotone, while Peter made a face and muttered: “did I cry?” under his breath.

     “Really though, did you?”

The two of you just glanced knowingly at each other over Ned’s shoulder, a small smile creeping on both of your lips, and Ned groaned, lamenting the secrecy the two of you were sharing,

     “Come on! I’m the guy in the chair, Peter, remember?”

     Peter glared at Ned because no one else was supposed to understand that reference besides him and Ned, and Ned was unaware still of your existence as an Avenger. You smirked to yourself while walking into the caf as you realized that, and thought about how he would react if and when he did finally find out. You kind of congratulated yourself on knowing about Peter for far longer than Ned did, not necessarily because you found out but because you just knew as part of your training. Meanwhile, Peter didn’t know about you because they were still testing you out, most of your features were new and they wanted to see how you’d do before you became an Avenger.

     “Sometimes I hate this place,” MJ sighed as she entered the cafeteria, noting how crowded it was today, and how loud it was on top of that.

Since it was the beginning of the school year, new things were starting up. For example, homecoming, and lots of different clubs and sports were bubbling up again. At this point, Peter wasn’t even sure if he could handle academic decathlon, but he pushed that thought aside for now.

     “Jesus. There’s a lot of people in here today,” you said under your breath, but Peter had been listening because he inched towards you and laced your hand with his, remembering what you had told him when you revealed your secret to him just last week.

     Like him, your powers were slightly active without a suit - what sucked about that was that since you usually powered off of bursts of energy, there were days where you could sometimes be a little unpredictable emotionally. This was one of those days. 

     Specific examples were like if you were around too many people, because of your now heightened senses you could become a little overstimulated and get nervous, and your powers could go off in strange ways - like if you sneezed, you might let out a tiny radiation blast and set your tissue on fire. Or you could start flying inadvertently just to slam back down to the ground if you tried to stop.

     He remembered you telling him this, and he didn’t want you to feel the least bit unsafe, especially when he knew he was the one person capable of calming you down. 

     When Peter squeezed your hand you felt every ounce of grateful to be with him, in general and in this moment specifically. You took a deep breath and braced yourself as you walked all the way up to the lunchline, hand in hand. Even though your nerves were still a bit frazzled, you tried to remember where you were so you didn’t do anything weird. In fact, you were doing pretty good until someone came up behind you and tapped you hard on the back.

     “Hey YN!” the person said, and you yelped a bit as you swirled around and greeted the person. You had two hands latched onto your tray, but you dropped it not because you were surprised, but because it was incredibly hot above your fingers now.

      When you glanced down at the ground at your fallen lunch tray, all the school food on it tossed around, you saw that it was burnt around the edges. And you had done that, because you couldn’t handle someone tapping you from behind. You wanted to call the fact that the girl had tapped you “a little surprise” but you couldn’t. You were too busy beating yourself up about this. You breathed out through your grit teeth when you saw the tray on the floor and shoved past the girl, running out of the cafeteria way too melodramatically for your tastes- but you couldn’t control that, you were still getting used to the side effects of your newfound power.

     Embarrassed, your cheeks hot and flushed and your body reacting in a way that couldn’t be good for anyone, you ran into the girls bathroom. Peter on the other hand, was left in the dust, trying to find out what had just happened, because all he knew was that he had turned around and you dropped your tray and then you were gone, and if he wasn’t mistaken you were crying too.

     “What just happened?” he asked in concern, his eyes glinting with worry.

     “I-I don’t know, I just tried to say hi to her so I could ask her if she was joining debate again this year and then she… I don’t know, she got scared or something and then she was running away.”

Peter glanced down at the tray, already having an idea of what had really happened. When he saw the burn marks around the edge of the tray, his mind went dark, and his face dropped. The girl, Savannah, was busy trying to explain herself, but Peter’s mind blocked out her rambling.

He grew haughty and cut her off briskly, his tone cold and short, so unlike him,

     “Don’t just come up to people like that.”

     Savannah was apologizing confusedly as Peter ran out of the cafeteria too. When he left, he realized he didn’t really have an idea of where he was going, but he followed where he had seen her run to, and the only possible place that led to was the girl’s bathroom. With just a bit of his logical reasoning coming back, his mind starting to clear, he realized what he was doing. But he knew you were in there, so he didn’t care about the consequences- all he cared about was making you feel good, no matter what it took. It was common courtesy after you had practically saved his life just last week, and because he loved you.

He pushed through the door, hoping no one but you would be in there, but he was immediately heckled by two girls standing in front of the mirror, making faces at him,

     “This is the girl’s bathroom, you perv!”

     “Can you read?!”

     “Sorry, sorry!” Peter exclaimed, putting his hands over his eyes although that wasn’t even really necessary either because no one was naked. “I’m just here for my girlfriend!”

     “Oh, that freak,” one of them muttered under their breath, talking about you.

     Peter heard and turned to defend you, but by the time he had started to speak they were already leaving,

     “Hey!”

He sighed in discontent and leaned up against the door of the biggest stall,

     “YN, you in there? YN?”

He heard your sniffling even though you wouldn’t answer, and he knocked, leaning even further in,

     “YN please let me in, unless you’re peeing or something, then don’t… let me in.”

You sniffled loudly and drove your knuckles into your closed eyelids to try and squeeze away the tears, your voice ragged and nose stuffed from crying,

     “Peter, just… go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

     “YN what are you talking about, just open up, I promise you I don’t care how you look, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” Suddenly he had fallen into the stall, the door wide open behind him, and then in the same instant it was closed and the two of you were in the big stall together. He stumbled through, his eyes widened. “Woah! How’d you do th-”

     When he turned to face you, he stopped talking. You were sat on the toilet. It was like you were in a little bubble, like an invisible force-field that he couldn’t see but he could feel. But that wasn’t the most prominent thing about you right now. Your hair, usually (insert your hair style/color), was now long and untamed, and was growing what appeared to be violet highlights at a rapid pace. And on top of that, it was literally in flames, flames that took the shape of your hair, without it burning. Your eyes were gleaming green as well, like they did when you built up enough energy in a fight.

     But you didn’t want to look this way right now, like you were fighting off some big hulking dude, like you were some strong, undefeatable woman. It was definitely the side effects talking, because without those you would be feeling like the coolest person alive right now, but some days you just wanted to be a girl. Someone who didn’t literally go up in flames because they were still sensitive to their own completely individualistic, specialized powers that no one else could relate to. You looked up at Peter, your eyes sulking and sad, and he inched forward slowly.

     “Wow… YN, you look-”

     “Unnatural, weird, disgusting, I know. Just, whatever you were going to say, don’t say it. I feel ugly enough as it is.” 

     “Beautiful,” Peter finished his sentence anyway, but now his head was hanging towards the ground as well.

You chuckled bitterly and wiped at your nose,

     “Yeah. Nice save.”

     “Really!” Peter enthused. “You look so cool. Seriously. And you look so pretty. I’m being serious.”

     “That’s very sweet, Pete, but I definitely do not feel that way.”

He cocked his head to the side,

      “Side effects?”

     “Yeah, yeah, whatever the hell you wanna call it,” she flung her tissue paper to the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I can’t… I just can’t-”

You started to sniffle again, your voice getting lost in a sob, and Peter hurried forward, even doing so much as to kneel on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet where you were.

      “No, no, don’t cry YN. OK, stupid comment, I know, that really doesn’t help when someone is crying.”

That made you laugh, and you wanted more than anything to reach out and play with his hair to reassure him like he was reassuring you, but you were too scared to-- scared that you might hurt him if you even touched him.

You shook your head and bit down at your lip as more tears started to roll up in your eyes,

     “I’m not normal Peter.”

     “I-” Peter started, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. If he were to tell you “yes you are” while he was sitting right in front of you, hair on fire, eyes gleaming a different color than usual, he would be a flat out liar and that would solve absolutely nothing.

     “I can’t even…” you suppressed a sob. “I used to be so good at some normal everyday things and now I just… I can’t do them.”

     “Oh, YN,” Peter frowned, and he reached up to try and hug you but you dodged him and shook your head.

     “Don’t, that could be dangerous.”

     “I don’t care,” Peter said, and he didn’t, but you intercepted him,

     “Yeah? You will when you melt like stupid Concrete Man after I touch you.”

     “So what you’re saying is you’re really hot,” Peter tried to joke to lighten up the mood, but it went past you.

     “I just can’t do certain things some days because of this fucking… it’s a blessing and a curse, Parker. On an off day I can’t even brush my teeth because I might accidentally squeeze out all the stupid toothpaste from the tube because I’m too strong and… gross and I’m just not a normal girl, okay, and I want to be but-”

     “Let me stop you right there. You’re not a normal girl, and you never have wanted to be. You’re the best un-normal girl I know. You’re first in line for captain of debate, you can recite every word from Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone without failure, and you have it somewhere in your heart to date me, the biggest idiot there is.”

     She laughed at the last statement but shook her head,

     “You’re not the biggest idiot.”

He laughed and so did she, again, and he smirked,

     “Who cares if you’re not normal? I’m basically a spider for god’s sake,”

     “Yeah, but that’s when you put on the suit. Sometimes I feel like I’m always in my stupid thing.”

     “It’s not stupid, you’ll regret saying that when this all wears off. YN, you were telling me that this,” Peter gulped - he was getting a little choked up too. “That this is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Don’t let the little things distract you from that.”

     “Little things?” you chuckled, and pointed up to your hair. “Peter, my hair’s on fire.”

Peter glanced up, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he took further note of that,

     “Yeah… yeah it is. Look, what I’m trying to say is, being a literal superhero is freakin’ awesome. We both know that! And I understand that it can be hard some days. When I first started, it… it was weird, definitely. You know how weird I was acting to you guys sometimes and I had days like this too, where I just wanted to be normal. Did you know that I hated being Spiderman for a while, because when I was trying to get close to you, that kept getting in my way? I thought I’d never be able to be with you, not like this. And then, we got together, and I’m still Spiderman and everything’s OK. Please don’t doubt yourself just because of this. I know you’d rather be this than normal, it’s just the pressure talking.”

     You pouted but out of your adoration for him, and felt your body and reactors start to calm down. You were slowly returning to your normal state, whatever that even meant at this point. Peter bit his lip as he looked up at your hair, watching the flames rescind, watching the violet highlights turn back to your natural hair color, and as he gazed into your eyes he saw the gleaming green in them start to recoil. You were taking deep breaths which were helping to calm you down on top of remembering Peter’s comforting words.

When he saw that you were all back to normal again, he stood up with a smile, dusting his hands off on his pants.

     “I love you YN,” he said, for the three thousandth time since you had both said it to each other.

     “Don’t get sappy now, I might blow up and leave radioactive waste everywhere,” you chuckled, wiping at your teary eyes. You were joking of course, but you wouldn’t be surprised at this point if that happened. “You know I love you too.”

Peter stepped forward, his arms open and ready to receive you, as always, but with a small frown you stepped back. You saw his confusion and folded your arms, replying,

     “I don’t want to hurt you.”

     “I can promise you, you won’t,” he lurched forward anyway and wrapped you in a warm embrace, cupping your hair and your body and seeming to absorb all your bad feelings in the simple gesture. One thing he did notice was that your body was warmer than usual, but that wasn’t a problem. He was fine with that. When he pulled away, most of your tears were dry, even though you had shed a small tear and it left a teardrop stain on his shoulder.

     “Come on,” he said, gripping your hand. “We don’t have to go back to lunch, we can do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

      You wanted to cry again because of how sweet Peter was, but you held back, gulping down your plethora of emotions as he opened the stall door. The two of you were nuzzled close together and about to go back outside when you were met by a very confused MJ, who was just standing in front of you with a look on her face.

     You both stopped in your tracks, wondering if she had heard too much of your conversation, wherein the both of you had literally said aloud your biggest secret. But MJ hadn’t heard a thing, and she was honestly just really perturbed to see the two of you coming out of a stall together. She lowered the book that she had been holding to her chest, tilting her head slowly to the side, a disturbed look on her face as she slowly asked,

     “What are you guys doing…?”

     Then MJ saw your hair, which was all messed up and matted as an aftermath of it being in flames, your teary eyes and Peter’s flushed face, and then the way the two of you glanced worriedly at each other, and her worst assumption was confirmed, at least in her mind. She almost stepped back, mortified,

     “I don’t think I wanna know.”

The two of you started bursting out into laughter when you realized what MJ was thinking, and subconsciously stepped away from each other, not even being able to get the words out and that was just scaring MJ even more.

     “No, it’s nothing like that, MJ, promise… get your head out of the gutter!” you answered because Peter had broken out into a fit of nervous laughter and couldn’t even reply.

     “Yeah, okay… no wonder Ned said the two of you are getting along these days.” She practically shuddered and glanced past the two of you into the big stall. “You know I was gonna go hide in there and read but now I’m not so sure.”

Still laughing, the two of you left, and MJ soon followed behind reluctantly. And for the rest of that week, whenever you felt overstimulated again, Peter’s words and the knowledge that you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world calmed you down- even if you did still leave burn marks on the lunch trays.

[haengbokjae-blog]

Day6 at Prom♡

A/N: okok so this is my first blurb/scenario post,, sorry if its a little messy but i tried my best to keep it organized to each member!!

all my friends and i are talking about prom right now, and thinking about it so much now only made me want to write about a magical night with day6!!

(disclaimer im sorry for the emojis theyre just hilarious to me gfskdkgj my humor is shit ok ty for reading bbye!!!)

word count: 1196

SUNGJIN

i think simplicity would suit sungjin the most out of anything, but that definitely doesn’t mean he can’t clean up well… i mean have you seen him sheeeeesh. but all in all, he’d wear a suit and tie (and tbh i really think his flowy, brown, middle parted hair would look so dreamy for a prom) ((i can really see him wearing a deep navy color with silver or gray accents)), and leave it to you to steal the show with a beautiful fit and flare dress (maybe a baby blue to compliment his navy suit!!), a stunning makeup look, and flowing hair to match it. as soon as he saw you i KNOW he’d literally lose his breath and just… deadass stare for a solid 3 minutes before snapping back to reality and just sputtering out how beautiful he thinks you look… wow he would literally be so whipped and affectionate towards you, calling you his angel… ouch my heart  yea so ik we joke ab it but sungjin is such a dad when it comes to dances like prom . gggggh  he doesn't quite like dancing so you kept him company throughout (people watching, talking, singing along to random songs, walking over to the dance circle to see jae and brian being literal asshats-) but oh heavens to betsy,, he would so pull you so so close, hold the small of your back, sway with you and sing sweetly to you when there was a slow dance. he would get so shy about it after tho ghdfgh prom would really highlight how masculine and genuinely chivalrous he is ...owie😔✊

JAE

tbh jae screams a classic hollywood beauty style. he would want to be in a black tux with a red rose to accent it, letting you wear a black dress (tbh any shape but maybe a halter or a-line top), red heels, bombshell curls and a striking yet classy red lip to coordinate it all perfectly. golden accents for sure, him with an 😤iCy GoLdEn WaTcH😤 and you with a golden nameplate necklace of either jae’s or your name (prolly his name bc . let’s face it, he’s lowkey about it, but hehehe he’s possessive and what better night to showcase that you’re his than tonight???) he would be showering you in compliments all night and keeping his hand locked with yours to show everyone what real beauty is (its you btw . you literally can't forget it bc he's constantly telling you so). okok he danced sO MUCH OH  MY GOFD ?? jae really is jyp’s #1 freestyler i-  yall got in the circle and did the stupidest crap, eventually you were too shy for it but jae was brave and TORE IT UP W YOUNGHYUN OKAY what a legend . but fr when things slowed down, he would let you rest your head on his shoulder or your forehead on his chin and he would make sure to press lots of little, soft, meaningful kisses to your forehead or cheek any chance he got. he wanted to take care of you all night and make sure the night was special and fun for you in every way possible

YOUNGHYUN

let’s get real, we know younghyun can be sweet and genuine, but for a night like this, he’s gonna want to go all out. sexy time!!!🤠 younghyun would just be drooling all night for you in a tight mermaid dress and a thick smokey eye look with statement lips to tie it all together. not to mention, he would be such a killer… no matter what color concept you go for, he’d pull it all together with a sly little smirk playing on his lips the whole night… plshelpmesomeonebrianistoomuchformypoorheart he would dance with you to any song you wanted, his hands on your hips to make sure everyone watching knew you were his ;)))) jesus im sw e  a  t t inh gfn but honestly when he wasn’t tearing up the floor with you or his friends, he would be chatting up with you, keeping you entertained, or when the slow song finally came on, he would pull you extremely close whispering little sweet nothings, making it feel extremely and perfectly intimate uwu

WONPIL

classy classy classyyy kim wonpil-ssiiiiiii👀.. ok like on god . wonpil SNAPS for prom. he would wear either a black/maroon turtleneck with a jacket/blazer (idk mens fashion shhh) ((with a silver/gold chain showing under the turtleneck bc … the taste this man has.. i-) or a fitted button up with suspenders and a bowtie. wonpil cleans UP and he would look so … handsome . holy shit im sweating  good lord save me you would wear a wine colored dress, maybe a high-low ?? (tbh any style would make his jaw DROP sis i KNOW) wonpil would sing every song with you and act up occasionally but would probably let you do most of the dancing bc he knew you had fun with it he was just scared to look like a complete fuckhead like jae and younghyun but… ok tea but wonpil really would like to dance in a silly way with you, like holding hands and just grooving along, he loved spending time without a care with you, it felt like the real world would melt away. slow dances would maybe take him a bit of courage initially because .. gaddam u just looked so pretty and he wasn’t sure how to go about it all, but once you showed comfort in slow dancing with him, it all melted away again, back to a lovely and romantic night

DOWOON

sweet little maknae dowoonie ohghdfgh he would wear a traditional suit and tie (which sounds simple in and of itself but ... good lord he looks mature dressed up like this and you really fell even harder for him showing a charming and handsome side that night), letting you steal the show with a majestic ballgown!! he would tell you all night how you looked like a real life princess, he was so honestly starstruck. he isn’t one for dancing, but seeing how happy it made you, he would do it all night long. with that being said, he was really shy to begin with, but seeing how you let go and laughed as you danced with him, he did too. and u mmm m uhh slow dancing was new territory to him .. like entirely new fghffg but because being so close to you made him a little nervous, he was sure to spin, lift and dip you every once and a while :’) at first you were surprised bc .. he did it all with such control, it surprised you, but you really enjoyed it, it felt like a real ball!! and he was sure to flirtatiously say “its only fitting for a princess” when you’d comment on it (where did this charm come from. im not mad i just wanna talk) he was also so conscious of how long your dress was, and helped you as you walked around greeting your friends, he was making sure you would never lose your footing or have someone accidentally step on your dress (heaven forbid his princess be inconvenienced in the slightest on her special night) and at the end of it all, you pressed a small kiss to his cheek and watched as the color rushed to his face, but he just chuckled and let a little confidence take him and he put his arm around you, holding you close to him :’))) hhgfh so so f t i love

[smokewizard992-blog]

Its not done but this is my longest story so far please excuse any grammical errors.

Title: Kurokus revelation Another bright and sunny day in the leaf. kuroku returning from a short and simple misson he took to alive his usual boredom. "Now that im home i wonder what to do now" said kuroku as his coat fluttered in the wind. He stops with a face of uneasy wonder as he places his hand on his chest "the ticks are uneasy" kuroku pondered "something isnt right i probably forgot to clean something in the cafinic.." kuroku said with an uneasy grin. And in an instand several explosions can be heard through out the village. "WHAT THE HELL!" said kuroku as he unwravels the hive. "For once things wont be boring!" Said kuroku confidently as he takes off to go meet the challenge. Moving quickly through the village he notices several large centipede creatures thrashing around the village. One of these large beasts turns its attention twards kuroku and lunges towards him kuroku jumps landing on a near by building. "Have a taste of this then!" With a few flicks of his finger tips the hive takes off into the sky above the centipede. A series whirling and click of gears from the hive is heard as several compartments open in the hive revealing ticks fit to burst. The ticks quickly detach and begin to plummet twards the beast eventually exploding in rapid succession "special move: aburame light show" said kuroku with a large toothy grin on his face as the smoke cleared revealing the beast in multiple pieces but kurokus victory is short lived when he senses another presence close to him but before he can turn and retaliate he takes a hard right hook to the cheek sending him across the rooftop. Kuroku now bleeding from the corner of his mouth he looks up and becomes stricken with suprise "i...its you! Theres no way my ticks blew you to pieces!!!" A deep voice radiates the air "you didnt honestly think those little flys of yours would be enough did you?" Chapter 2: Brains vrs brawn "Ok first off meat head they arent flys they are ticks" said kuroku in a irritated groan as he slowly stands up to his foe "Akui kosodoro this time ill make sure i do more than just give u a parting gift on your face" kuroku muttered wiping blood from his lip. Loud cracks echo through the strangely still air as akui cracks his knuckles. "Speakin of which i need to return the favor bug boy" with out a seconds hesitation akui charges across the roof top chakra collecting in his drawn back fist to deliver a more powerful blow as he lashes out his blow once again connects to kurokus face but before he flys off kuroku bursts into a puff of smoke revealing a log "A Substitution?!" Said akui with a shocked tone of voice. Akui quickly notices a patch of paper on the log showing a crude drawing of kuroku giving the finger saying "catch me if u can boxer breifs" the log then opening two side doors revealing 4 ticks. Akui quickly launches back knowing what those bugs mean. Narrowly escaping the blast akui is forced off the roof top and onto the city streets. "Where did that snail slip off too" said akui angrily quickly throwing up hand signs for a jutsu. Boar,dragon,rat his eyes intensify and chakra forms infront of them in an almost binocular fashion and through his eyes all the scources of concentrated chakra are highlighted in his vision. Akui knotices theres chakra strings all over the street attached to random objects and sputtering off into what seemed to be random dicrections. "Tsk youll have to do better than that" akui then focuses even harder revealing the chakra in each string one in particular glowing brighter than the rest "there u are!" Said akui as he runs following the string leading him to a pottery shop. "This again...WHY DONT U COME OUT AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!" Akui shouted into the building. frothing with anger akui hesitantly walks into the shop following the string up to a gourd in the back of the shop "ive seen this trick of yours hide by disguising yourself as the gourd your puppet rolls up into while that damn doll attacks from the shadows well not this time i have you now!" Akui said excitedly as he smashes the gourd with his fist busting off the top half only to reveal theres no kuroku but more ticks ready to blow akui quickly backing up in a panic he knocks over some other pots which have even more ticks inside "SHI-" akui intterupted as the entire shop bursts into a torrent of smoke and flame. Across the street kuroku hops out from behind a tree "first off i dont fight like a man i fight like a shinobi. Second off. Special move: Basket Bomb" said kuroku as he adjusts his shades and reels the hive back into its gourd shape. (End of chapter 2) Chapter 3: we all know pain As kuroku wraps up everything from he previous encounter which included making sure the shop keep and any civilians were unharmed. A roaring voice echoes throughout the village "ALL MIGHTY PUSH" says the voice as the village begins to shake and rumble and a large crater begins forming during this a large gust of wind and dust blows up sending kuroku flying. Hitting his head upon his landing rendering him unconscious. Moments of kurokus life past by in an instant and yet he experiences every moment like they just happend. Most of these moments included hinata in every moment she appeared kuroku felt a warm joyous feeling overwhelm him but as they went on that feeling faded and shifted into a red hot jealousy because he realized hinata wasnt looking at him but rather naruto instead the memories became blurry as they went by faster faster eventually kuroku saw his own face with a scowl and furrowed brow he opens his mouth and says "its not ment to be". Suddenly kuroku jerks awake realising hes buried under a pile of rubble blood running from the top of his head to his chin on the right side of his face. a small chip in the left lense of his shades. His throat dry his body sore. "I have to find her" kuroku grumbled as he began to shift and move to get out from under the rubble. Upon finally digging out his upper torso he saw something that crushed him not physically but this hurt more than any broken bone down at the bottom of the crater he saw her.. hinata standing in front of what kuroku first thought was the fourth hokage but looking more closely it was naruto trying to protect the village and she was protecting him. Kuroku couldnt hear most of what hinata was saying but the message to kuroku was vividly clear. Kuroku heard these words as if he was right next to them "i love you naruto" and just as kuroku heard these words he felt his body become 100 times heavier and his heart drop into 1000 pieces his ticks became restless as one lonely tear fell down his cheek kuroku didn't fully understand how he felt . he was hurting but there was something else a tiny something a small glimmer of somthing deep down past all the pain....it was peace kuroku felt at peace with what he saw and then he realized why kuroku felt happy so long as hinata was happy and if konohas hyperactive knuckle head ninja was the one who made her happy. Kuroku began to try and pull himself outt of the rubble but he was to exhausted to continue eventually collapsing once more. (End of chapter 3) Chapter 4: recovery Kuroku opens his eyes to realize he was napping in the woods and needed to get back to the village so he stands up and begins walking kuroku eventually reaches behind him to grab something and starts to panic "HEY WHERES MY uhhhh..." he said forgetfully he begins patting all over himself for he couldnt shake the feeling of something thats very symbolic of his character is missing as he pats his coat pocket and finds his shades "ah here they are" kuroku said as the feeling mostly dissapated kuroku eventually stops and kneels at a small creek and leans over to see his reflection and he quickly knotices the one black tuft of hair that sticks up no matter what he does "in my dream it was red...i may do that it looked pretty good" kuroku said to his reflection "that way youll look far cooler when your older" he said with a playful childlike chuckle. Kuroku eventually looks up and sees a man in white cloth staring down at him from atop the hill. Kuroku being the agravatable child he is began to march up to the man to tell him its rude to stare but as he got to the top the man turned and walked away only to reveal to kuroku that theres a small log cabin at the top of the hill but hes sure that he shoulda been able to see the cabin from where he was but ever determined kuroku marched on into the cabin only for him to see rows upon rows of large doll like items of all shapes and sizes kuroku is filled with wonderment he sees the man at a small work desk at the other side of the cabin so kuroku wanders up "what are these things.." kuroku said curiously "Puppets" said the man in a kind but stern voice "i build them to keep from being home sick" said the man again kuroku astonished his mind began to scribble all the possible aplications for these tools "TEACH ME HOW" shouted kuroku as a grin makes its way across the mans face as everything fades away once more with a quick glimpse of kuroku learning building and training eventually completeing the hive as once more he wakes up only in a room he did not recognise on a bed that wasnt his as he felt around he knoticed his legs are in braces and he bumps into a book accidentally "HEY watch it will ya im trying to study here" said a voice as the page gets turned kuroku quickly looks up quickly being a loose term since hes very sore and he knotices hanabi hyuga reading her book at his bedside as she looks up and realizes that hes awake and she stands up and runs out the door kuroku is very confused but remains calm as neji and shino walk in "about time u woke up natsu has been working tirelessly treating you and taking care of hanabi" said neji in his usual stern voice "im actually astonished this isnt a result of more of your breeding projects" said shino as a way to mock kuroku "honestly it kinda is" kurokus face suddenly went strawberry red as natsu walked in and and lit up "oh im so releived your awake" said natsu gently. "Y-your a woman?!" Said kuroku with embarrased suprise in his voice "does my name not give it away?" Said natsu "to be honest its not at all what i imagined" a flash of a pink haired pyromaniac appeared in kurokus head. Natsu looks down and says "sorry i didnt meet your expectations kuro-san " kuroku quickly retorts 'NO no u exeeded them greatly ! Uhh how long was i out anyways? Natsu looks up "about a week." She says reluctantly "A WEEK?!" said kuroku with a shock "that means at somepoint youve......" his face turning even more red natsu walks up and starts removing the braces "it wasnt bad" said natsu very quietly kuroku looks to be on the verge of a heart attack as he falls out of bed from celebrating (End of chapter 4)