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[drcydrift]

𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

pairing || ethan landry x reader

warnings || smut, stebro!ethan, dark!ethan, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, oral (i don't rlly know what else to put)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — 18+ ONLY

† — stepbro!ethan x virgin!reader

by @alinaawrites

† — ethan landry x inexperienced!reader

by @prettyprettypsychos

† — ethan landry x reader

by @sourcherryandsprinkles

† — dark/ghostface!ethan landry x reader

by @batfamtv

† — sub!ethan landry x dom!reader

by @echnated

† — ethan landry x fem!reader

by @saintels

† — ethan landry x reader

by @cherryniceties

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[necroromantics]

🎥 — NinaKate Headcanons

your beauty never ever scared me

- after a messy, rough, break up with jeff, and nina realizing he never truly wanted or cared for her, she was completely broken.

- toby couldn’t help, natalie didn’t know how to handle her. but at her worst, nina found solace in kate.

- she had known her prior, due to their mutual acquaintance with toby, but nina never thought much of her due to kates strong dislike for jeff

- plus, kate was always a loner. she was animalistic, feral, she didn’t care much for others and wasn’t even aware of her ability to form relationships with others

- but nina found kate, and kate was so grounding, so rational and tough. she helped snap nina out of her lingering attachment to jeff. kate taught her how to stand up for herself, how to find strength in herself, whether she knew it or not

- and nina was one of the only people who would treat kate as a human being. it was a weird sort of tenderness and care kate hadn’t experienced in years. something she silently yearned for, but beat down so ruthlessly

- but as nina dragged kate to her apartment, the low purple led lights doing well for the ferals light sensitivity, she felt weirdly at peace. she felt like this girl was treating her as if she wasn’t rabid, as if she was something worth fighting for

- kate hated showers, she hated baths. she hated feeling clean. maybe a deeprooted feeling that with losing her humanity, she lost her right to take care of herself as well. nina wasn’t having it. she would run a warm bath, and hum along to kates favourite alice in chain song as she washed out kates matted hair and it felt nice

- nina takes care of kate, shows her kindness and fun beyond what she had ever experienced. and kate keeps nina safe, grounded in reality. if ninas emotions get the better of her, kate is a perfect pillar for her to lean on

- neither of them understood the deep feelings of peace. ninas previous relationship was a warzone, and kate was currently fighting in one.

- so on those late nights with nina resting her head on kates lap as she plays through silent hill, just as she did all those years ago. it was if maybe, just maybe, there was a world waiting for the two girls beyond the destruction

- they weren’t just good friends, they didn’t just understand and help each other. there was a deep love forming, and it hurt when one of them got too far. nina would ask herself if it was okay to kiss a girl, to love another girl like she did, and kate had absolutely no idea what a good relationship looked like

- kates masculinity eased the other into her acceptance of her feelings. but when nina helped bring out kates femininity, it made her a flustered mess. to be able to hold kates rough, calloused hands in hers, and paint her nails a fitting black. to be so close. nina could barely hold herself back from showering the other in hugs and kisses

- kate would find herself adoring the sound of ninas voice, listening to her senseless rambles. she even found herself liking kesha and other pop bands she never thought much of before. she felt so human, so full of the life she thought she had lost so long ago

- an unexpected pair, but ultimately one that worked out for the best. a perfect harmony, a perfect love.

[enchantedaloefics]

Hobie x Spider-Person Reader (Chapter Two)

Here's chapter two! I hope y'all enjoy, it's like 3 am and I forgot to take my sleep meds because I've been writing for hours. (Not 3 am when this is posted, I'm scheduling this for later but I'm typing this right after posting chapter one).

~~Chapter Two~~

The room was small but cozy, the distinct smell of weed noticeable but not overpowering. A beat up leather couch sat on one wall, mismatched comfy looking chairs next to it. A coffee table covered in magazines, coffee cups, guitar picks, and a Spider-Man mask sat in the middle of the room, and an awful tv sat on a stand, an old, beat up radio underneath. Nothing matched, but you couldn’t help but think that it was intentional. 

“Hobie’ll be here in a minute, he’s picking up some pizza. Do you like pizza, Y/N?” Gwen asked, taking off her sneakers and tossing them aside. You nodded as you watched them land in a pile of other shoes.

“Get comfy, bro! You’re not on the clock anymore! Not like you were on the clock yet in the first place yet. Have you even met Miguel? Miss Jess has been getting a little sloppy with who she brings in. No offense,” Pav said, practically leaping onto one of the chairs.

“Who’s Miguel? So far I’ve only met Jess, the others with her in my old universe, and you two.” You shifted on your feet before looking around again, deciding at last to curl up on one end of the couch. It was shockingly comfy, and you could feel yourself calm down at least a little bit.

“He like, runs this place,” he explained, and Gwen looked uneasy, “Try not to get on his bad side, trust us.”

You wanted to ask more, but just as you opened your mouth, you heard a door open. Your whole body tensed up, and you quickly turned towards the sound.

“Pizza’s ‘ere,” a voice said, and as the source of said voice grew closer, you saw him. Tall and lanky, his boots adding a couple extra inches and his hair adding even more. He looked… good. There was no sugar coating that. Ripped jeans with a studded belt, a painted denim jacket covered in pins over a band tee, quite a few bracelets and necklaces, spiked chokers and cuffs. You were glad you were still masked so nobody could see you oggle him.

“Hobie!” Gwen said, quickly snapping you out of your trance, something you were silently grateful for, “This is the new guy I was talking about, Y/N. They don’t have a place yet, and the hub was killing them. Right Y/N?”

“Oh- Yeah, right,” you said, clearing your throat before attempting to elaborate, again very thankful your mask hid how red your face got. Man you were embarrassing. “I have a killer migraine and don’t really do well in crowds, especially when I’m not fully in spider-man mode. Auditory processing issues and that weird feeling when meeting other spider-people… it was all just blegh. I really appreciate you letting me chill here, and I appreciate you two bringing me,” you explained, pulling at the fabric of your gloves as you spoke.

“No worries, mate,” Hobie said as he crossed the room, setting the pizza boxes on the coffee table before sitting on the other end of the couch. “I think throwing someone into a situation like that with no warning is bullshit, glad you found these two to get ya out.”

The pizza smelled delicious, and you hoped the others didn’t hear your stomach growl. But by the way Hobie raised his eyebrow and nodded towards the food, you knew they did. But beyond that, you’d have to de-mask. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Everyone here was a spider-person and nobody was masked but you, but very few people knew your identity back home. Even ignoring that, your mask was like a safety net, hiding your face and letting you avoid eye contact so much easier. But you were hungry and your hair was sweaty and it was getting uncomfortable under there.

So, you pushed your fingers under the hem of your mask, peeling it away from your face and setting it in your lap, one of your hands instinctively running though your hair. You looked… rough. Bruises still visible on your cheek, a cut across your lip that hasn't quite healed, your hair a sweaty, tangled mess. You could feel eyes on you, and you kept your own firmly planted on your hands holding your mask.

After what felt like forever but was only a moment, you heard someone- Pav, you think- clear their throat. “Did you get veggie?” his voice sounded loud in the quiet room, but it drew attention away from you, and you were grateful.

“Mmhm, veg, supreme, and plain cheese. Sorry, luv, I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I got plain,” Hobie said, opening all three of the boxes and taking a slice of the supreme. You reached over and grabbed a slice of the cheese pizza and took a bite. It was greasy and cheap, but it reminded you of the shitty pizza from the shop on the same block as your old family apartment, and it warmed your chest. You quickly ate your fill, as did the other three.

[snakkiez]

What's the "ideal date" for each of the DOAS guys?

DOAS Character's Ideal Dates!

This one is exciting~ Hopefully I do it some justice! (Based upon the assumption that both MC and LIs have already confessed.)

Antonio: He would be the type to want to set up an elaborate indoor camping pillow fort - fully equipped with fairy lights and all. After all, you are the only person he would be so mushy with, and you deserved every ounce of effort he could give. The night would be filled with your favorite food as he read with you, narrating the book you were currently reading as you relaxed with him as soft music plays in the background. After you've eaten, if he's still reading, he would have you snuggle into him as his voice calms you, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead. The sight of you happy, safe, and content in his arms would cause his eyes to sparkle with adoration each time he caught a mere glimpse of you. Each kiss would be filled with desperate passion as if he never wanted to let you go.

Renzo: His ideal date would be fun and lighthearted, doing all the things with you that he wasn't able to do growing up. Amusement parks, movie theatres, arcades, you name it! Anything you wanted to do, he would be eager to do with you, and he would pay for every bit of it. If you were scared by the movie or a ride, he would wrap his arms around you and whisper sweet nothings and affirmations to you until you relaxed and would reward you with a kiss each time you powered through it. He wouldn't let go of you once the whole time, either holding your hand, your waist, shoulder - anything! He just wants to be with you above all, but he loves to see you have fun and forget your worries. Without a doubt, he would make you feel safe and as if your happiness was the only thing that mattered to him. At the end of the night, during the amusement park fireworks, he would pull you in close, and give you a gentle kiss that turned into another, and another, and...

Leonardo: Anything with you is enjoyable for him. Before you, he didn't care much for dating, but now that he has you he is wrapped around your finger. His ideal date would be one where he can finally ask you to be his, forever and always. He would set up an elaborate full-day date, complete with all of your favorite things to do, places to eat, and places to shop. He would do anything to see you smile, and eventually, he would get on one knee and ask you the all-important question. BUT, he knows pacing is important in a relationship, and never wants to pressure or rush things. So, instead, he takes you to try new things he thinks you would like - couples art and cooking classes, drive-in movie theatres, genuinely anything he sees that makes him think of you. All dates are similar to the effect of his actions; he would always be the perfect gentleman, always pay, always tell you how beautiful you are, and would never let you go. The way he held you and kissed you always showed you how much he treasured you - above all else in this world.

Alessio: He would want to do things right with you - properly. He would never want you to think you were anything less than a gift from god (that he didn't even believe he deserved, but was grateful for nonetheless). He would take you out to your favorite restaurant, and then follow it up with anything else you had a fancy for that week. When you both get back "home," he would take you into his arms, holding you gently as he swayed with you. He would pull out his phone to play music for the two of you, and he would dance with you for a while - making you feel as if it were only the two of you left in the world. He would never make a single untoward motion to you and would follow your lead in terms of what you're comfortable with, lavishing you with whispered compliments and loving, peppered kisses across your face. You could tell he meant it all, and just by the way he held you made you realize he would always cherish you.

Angelo: As someone more active, I think he would love something that would be relaxing yet active. He would take you to the beach, but you could tell by his occasional glares cast to other men that the sight of you in a bathing suit was something he didn't want to share. The two of you would play in the water all day, and he would hold you close to him as you both swam in the water - your legs around his waist. The two of you would smile and laugh as he would dunk you both under the water occasionally or splash, and it would be your turn to laugh when he gets a sunburn from when he didn't listen and put on sunscreen. At the end of the night, despite his sunburn, he would give you a piggyback ride to the car so you don't need to get sandy or hurt your feet on any of the rocks. He was always like this, always trying to prove himself...always trying to prove he would walk through hell and back for you without a second thought, even with something so minor. His kiss would be salty from the seawater, but it would be bold and needy as if he craved every last bit of you, only continuing once home if that is something you chose.

Luca: Anything he can do with you that allows you to relax while being safe is what he would opt for. But, above all, he values the simple things in life. He would love to take you out for a walk in the park, and would buy the two of you ice cream to keep you cool. Eventually, he would find a nice tree for the two of you to sit under and talk and joke around - but he would take off his suit jacket first for you to sit on, so you don't have to sit on the ground. He would be a bit hesitant to make the first move (even if you both have already been affectionate before), but he would eventually wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you in. With his face still bright red, he would get his "pay back" by kissing off the spot of ice cream on your cheek. As the two of you cuddle, kiss, and talk, you watch the sun go down together as children play in the distance. You feel calm and relaxed as the two of you talk about your future.

Morgan: She would already know all of your favorites, but would make sure to plan something she would enjoy too. Specifically, she would take the two of you to a new dessert shop in Portella. She would buy a sample platter for the two of you to share and talk, reaching over the table to hold your hand as you do. After, you would both go to her apartment and snuggle while watching movies together. She would treat you to little spoon, and play with your hair throughout the movie - occasionally poking your cheek so you turn your head so she can steal a kiss. With her, things always feel comfortable, warm, and relaxed - even her kisses are always tender, full of love and adoration without a hint of anything less.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

can you do a bakugo x reader who’s afraid of the dark? i think he’d be cute about it and make small explosions kinda like fireworks to cheer them up

omg whats so funny about this is that this is a scenario that happens in my oc x canon verse actually omg !! this is such a cute ask, tysm anon ! fem reader (tho no gender specified) ages arent specified here but i imagined both katsuki n reader younger (11-12) !!

there's a sudden power outage during math class.

the mix of groans and immediate screams put you on edge, they make your heart beat and you wish you could tell them all to just shut up. but you're mouth isn't working, your throat is clogged up and you can't see anything.

you hate the dark. it's embarrassing to still be scared of it at your age, it's childish and you're not a little kid anymore. you're sure katsuki wasn't scared of the dark anymore. granted, he wasn't scared of anything.

you’d walked out of your classroom, trying to maybe find some type of light source outside of class, you doubted the teacher noticed you leaving with all the chaos brewing.

very bad idea, it was pitch black. probably even darker than in class somehow. you feel your heart beat quicken as your eyes slowly start stinging.

you won’t cry, that’s so lame.

you’re old enough to know that monsters don’t exist, you know nothing is going to come snatch you up to drag you off into the darkness never to be seen again. of course you know that.

but you’re still so scared, and the scenarios you’d just made up where making you even more nervous. your eyes sting and you know it’s lame, but you really feel like crying.

if you were going to cry, you at least wanted to make sure no one could see you doing it once the lights turned back on. you manage to find a broom closet in the darkness and decide to hole up in there. you shiver, tightly hugging your knees. you feel tears prick in your eyes. it’s lame, and you’re too old to be crying, but you figure no one will know anyway.

then the door slams open.

you gasp, but don’t dare look up and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. maybe a monster was here to take you, maybe it was one of your classmates and they were gonna tell everyone how uncool and lame you were for crying.

“what’re you doing in here ?! i was lookin’ all around for you !”

you look up then, and katsuki looks back at you angrily. you bite your lip, you didn’t want him of all people to see you like this, he’d for sure think it was lame. katsuki’s expression morphs from anger to surprise to confusion. he raises a brow.

“what’re you crying for ?” the tone of his voice makes you hide your face again, furiously wiping at your eyes. you can see how he looks at you from the lights coming from outside, it peeks through the opening of the door, and you think that’s worse than a monster coming to get you.

“i-i’m not !” you mumble, your voice crackles as you do. you hear katsuki huff and then the door slams. what you were afraid of came true, you think. he thought you were embarrassing and wouldn’t want to be your friend anymore—

warm, warm hands grip at your wrists and rip them away from your face so you can see—katsuki. he’s still here ?

“liar.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “y’know i hate liars.” you do know, you don’t want katsuki to hate you, that’s why you’re in here. you blink at him in surprise. katsuki only squints at you, before plopping down next to you. it’s a very tight squeeze, but he nudges your shoulder to make space for himself and he makes it happen.

anything katsuki put his mind to was possible. if he wanted to sit next to you in this cramped broom closet he was going to, no matter what. you always found that cool about him.

“why’d you run off ? i was looking for you..” he asks.

“i thought you wouldn’t notice..” you respond meekly. katsuki looks back at you. your shoulder hurts a bit so you readjust and move back. you can see his incredulous expression even better.

“hah ? why wouldn’t i ?”

why wouldn’t he ? because you were lame ? because crying about the dark at your age was embarrassing ?

“cus..” you fiddle with your hands, you can’t finish your sentence. katsuki finishes it for you.

“what, cus you’re scared ?” the way he says it. scared. makes you want to deny it again. but you hate lying and katsuki hates liars. so you just shrug. it’s quiet again, you hear the tapping of branches against the window outside. rain tapping the window, and then a big crack of thunder. you jump a bit despite yourself.

“teach said the power won’t be back till this let’s up.” he explains. this meaning the storm, you assume. you don’t know what to say anymore, you’re glad katsuki can’t see you.

“s’fine y’know..” he utters after a bit. you look back at him in shock, blinking rapidly. your eyes have gotten used to the darkness and you can see how his eyes dart around. he settles on pulling at his shoe laces for a bit.

“but…” you start, your throat is still clogged up “you said you hated crybabies…an’ scaredy-cats..” katsuki scowls at your words, tugging and twirling at his laces.

“i do.” he confirms, then he glances at you. “but i know you’re not.”

oh. you can’t muster up anything. you know you should say something now, and you feel your cheeks warm at his words. but it’s still so dark.

katsuki sits quietly as he inspects you. then he gets in your space again. you whine in annoyance, he’ll squish your shoulder at this rate but he grumbles back, he’s made up his mind. and there was nothing you could do about it.

and you thought that was kinda cool.

he stretches his hand out in front of you both. “look,” is all he says. you do, and after a moment.

soft little "cracks !" and "pops !" fill your ears, they’re not from outside, but from his hand, small orange lights accompanying them. you can’t stop looking, in awe as he keeps going. you always thought katsuki’s quirk was cool, and how much he control he had over it. he’d be an awesome hero, you're sure. he made sure to tell the whole world he would be.

he insisted that you’d be his number one fan forever. you always jokingly tell him he’ll have to work for it. “watch me, then !” he’d smirk, he’d claim he’d be the strongest in the world and you’d have no choice but to beg for his autograph then. “in your dreams !” you’d quip, but it never discouraged him. you never told him you were already his biggest fan. that he was your best friend in the world, that you thought he was the coolest.

“cool..” you utter quietly.

you can hear him huff proudly next to you, then the sparks slowly stop. you turn to look back at katsuki. his face is slightly illuminated by the sparks he tries to stop, you think you see a bit of pink on his cheeks.

"who cares if you're scared..i'm here, so you don't gotta be anymore." katsuki shoves his shoulder against yours teasingly "so don't go runnin' off anymore, got it ?"

and you hope his eyes have adjusted too, so he can see you smile. you're still a little scared now that it's completely dark again. and you're still not fully convinced a monster won't pop out and try to eat the both of you. but you know katsuki isn't scared of anything, and if one does show up he'll blast it away.

and he'll light up the way for you, no matter how dark it gets.

[httpiastri]

some more paul and physical touch as his love language headcanons? 🥺🤲

aaaa i love love love paul x physical touch :((

i think that paul is obsessed with physical touch. as in, actually obsessed. as in, he's not able to be in the same room as you without having his hands on you. but not only is it something he craves and feels like he's starving without, but it's also his way of showing you how much he loves you.

he doesn't always like to admit just how down bad he is for you, though. when you've had a bad day, paul's excuse is wanting to comfort you; with you settling in his lap, his hands caressing your thighs as he listens to your rants, the proximity in itself lessening your pain. when you're in a crowded space, paul blames it on needing to keep you safe; with an arm slung around your waist, a hand on your side and his fingers grazing your ribs, he guides you through the mass of people at the festival, just to make sure you don't get lost and no one tries to steal you away (he doesn't know how to explain the fact that he keeps his arm there even when you're out of the crowd, though).

but a lot of the time, he can't be bothered to be shy about his feelings. in the mornings, when you're a mess of yawns and tangled limbs, paul will wrap you in his embrace and never let go, fingers brushing up and down your arms. when a race goes particularly well, he wants nothing more than to lift you up in the air and squeeze you tightly to him. and late at night, when you're wrapped up in blankets together and the movie on the tv is long forgotten, he loves to trace his thumb along your features, down the slope of your nose and over the apple of your cheeks.

but his favorite act of physical touch? hand-holding, 100%. he'll be holding your hand at all times – while sleeping, cooking, driving, eating, walking, cuddling, you name it! there's just no better thing to him than the feeling of your fingers slipping between his, the backside of your hand under his thumb, getting to squeeze your hand in his...

of course, he loves receiving it just as much. nothing beats the tingle that shoots through his body when your fingers thread through his hair, your nails scratch down the back of his neck, or palms glide over his muscular shoulders.

but not only is it in the needy way that he wants your physical affection; your touch really means a lot to him. it's comforting, stabilizing, soothing. and most importantly, it's reassuring, like a physical reminder of how much you love him.

[b10000p]

"who's afraid of little old me" is not a female rage older sister mad woman anthem. its the musing of an out of touch billionaire 35 year old with a persecution complex. "[they all said] That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn" ma'am you are actively in a lawsuit with a teenager because he was spreading publicly available information to prove that you are destroying the planet. you scammed your apple listeners who pre-ordered the album.

[red-dia]

Twitter user @/inspirashamul dug up an old Ichikawa interview from 2015. I don't think there's anything earthshattering, but it's still pretty cool (and I think it's the only time she's directly acknowledged the 7 treasures ? unless i'm mistaken)

Transcription under the cut :

"Throughout history gems have decorated every aspect of our lives - and afterlives as well. Buddhist sutras describe the Land of Bliss as a realm of dazzling splendour covered in precious gems and metals.

Furthermore, in Shariputra, the world know as the Land of Bliss, there are lotus ponds, all made of seven precious substances, namely, gold. silver, emerald, rockcrystal, red pearl, sapphire, and mother of pearl as the seventh. [...] The bottom of each pond is covered with golden sand. [...] These stairways are colourful, elegant, and made of four precious substances, namely, gold, silver, emerald, and rock crystal. "

Japanese manga author Haruko Ichikawa was inspired by this description to transform the gems into characters in her series, Houseki no Kuni (The Kingdom of Gems). In the distant future, Gem Warriors battle with the Moon People who mount raids from above to kidnap the living gems to use as for decorations.

Gem warriors look human but shatter upon impact. Their broken surfaces reflect light with a brilliant lustre. The moment of destruction is shockingly beautiful, yet they never truly die and can regain human form if their shards are put back together.

In the course of the story, we learn that the rival Gem Warriors and Moon People share the same origin-they were both once human. Bone became gemstone and the soul became the Moon People. The setup makes The Kingdom of Gems a story of humanity told through gems. Current Obsession conducted an e-mail interview with Haruko Ichikawa to find out what's behind the story and what she wants to say with her gem-laden allegory,

Background and Aesthetic

Many Japanese manga artists did not start as manga artists. Haruko Ichikawa is no exception. She was an editorial designer before she broke into manga.

'I enjoyed drawing when I was a little girl and that's why choose a high school that had an art course. Then, my interest moved from art to design, and in university, I majored in visual image design. After graduation, I worked as an editorial designer at a design company. I think the experience taught me how to design panels, how to make panels flow and how to balance black and white-basically, effective layouts that smoothly lead the eye of the reader. I'm also able to design my own books thanks to the techniques that I developed as an editorial designer.'

Usually design studios handle book design, but Ichikawa does it herself. Her brightly coloured covers glitter with lamé to suggest the world of gems waiting inside, while her minimalist two-dimensional style makes each panel stand as a pleasing piece of graphic design. The brilliance of the Gems stands out among the strong contrast of black and white pages. They look most beautiful when they shatter. The human-like appearance of the Gems makes this moment shocking, but also bewitching.

'I'm most attracted to the beauty within the horrific. Imagine the thrill of peeking at the secret hidden under a veil - an unexpected shock, or a macabre scene you can't turn away from. That's what I hope to recreate on the page.'

Her aesthetic is evident in the unique design of the characters. If the Gems are beautiful, then the bizarre Moon People are simply otherworldly. How did Ichikawa create these characters?

Character Design

There are two main groups of characters. While the colour and brilliance of gems are expressed as a Gem fighter's hair, Moon People are covered with ornate Buddhist decorations, such as multiple layers of delicate, heavenly garments and jewellery.

'When I design Gem Warriors, I try to get a specimen of the stone and base the design on its physical properties such as colour, hardness, strength, crystal shape and scarcity. On the other hand, I try to show Moon People as soft eerie beings with a hint of grace in order to make them look bizarre.'

Nearly every real world property is reflected in a Gem warrior's personality. Phosphophyllite (Phos), the main character with the "beautiful colour of shallow water on a western beach', lacks hardness and breaks as easily as actual phosphophyllite. Twin crystal amethyst is literally transformed into captivating twins, while the red-haired Cinnabar is knowledgeable, though cast as a lone wolf because her body is filled with a toxin. Real life cinnabar is known as the philosopher's stone and contains mercury. Alexandrite is usually a green-haired Moon People researcher, but she turns into a violent redhead in front actual Moon People, Her personality is in line with real alexandrite that changes colour depending on the type of light it reflects.

These properties come out as comical conversations between gems. For example, Morganite references the Mohs hardness scale when Phos grabs her. 'Hey! That was close! If you touch us directly, you're the one who's gonna shatter, three-and-a-half! Phos responds 'I am well aware, my dear seven.'

When speaking with Ichikawa it becomes apparent that her rich knowledge of stones and scientific viewpoint comes from her passion as a collector.

'My biggest pleasure is the surprise of discovery. Recently I'm most interested in how good intentions can lead to misfortune. This phenomenon happens quite often in science, which is why I like the field. I have around 300 stones in my collection. I've beest interested in stones since I was a little girl, so I've forgotten how I started to collect them: I' attracted to their simple chemical formula, near infiniteness, uniqueness, as well as the wonderful colour, texture and shape. I think every stone has its own appeal, be it a pebble on the beach or the most beautiful gem.'

Her choice of gems in the manga backs up the statement.

The Gem Warriors include valuable precious stones, such as diamond, as well as semi precious stones that are usually acknowledged as inforiors to gems. In her story, Gems vary in terms of fighting ability but are essentially treated as equals.

Inspiration

In The Kingdom of Gems, gems walk, talk and feel emotions just like us. How did Ichikawa come up with a unique idea of turning a gem into a human-shaped character?

'I had the idea that maybe minerals lived on a different time axis as ours - we just didn't realize it.'

And how did a passage from a Buddhist sutra, "the land of the Perfect Bliss is made of gems', contribute to the story?

'In the sutra gems are an accessible way to describe the beauty and majesty of the Land of Bliss. They are native to the Land of Bliss, not stolen from elsewhere. When I first read the sutra it occurred to me that Buddhism didn't consider these ornamental gems as eligible for salvation. It's not that the sutra made me feel disappointed in Buddhism or want to liberate gems myself. The sutra provides a simple message for the masses by comparing objects of unparalleled beauty to gems. It made me realize that there's a limit to our shared imagination. There's a line somewhere. So where does that put inorganic compounds? They can't speak for themselves. It's pretty convenient to ignore this and assume them to be subservient. It's hard to put my feelings into words, but I felt a very human danger - and attraction - in the vivid examples that assigned gems value and the matter-of-fact manner that passes over these same objects for salvation.

People emphasize with objects that appear human. So I followed this lite of thought - how would we react to a being that was totally unlike a human except in its appearance? Would we want to help them, or feel guilt for persecuting them? What would cause us to feel compassion? This is my experiment find out. It boils down to having empathy for others, be they organic or otherwise.

I'm also interested in what part of our nature is human, and what is animal - both the good and bad. Just as we struggle with the unknowable animal nature within us, life forms in the future will struggle with the untamed nature leftover from humans. At least, that's my hypothesis for what I write.'

This kind of humanity is strongly depicted in the conversation between Phos and Ventricosus, the ruler of the sea.

Ventricosus understands that the Moon People mean to reclaim their flesh and bones to return to their human form, but since they divided from humans so long ago there is no way back. Knowing that the character is not human makes the following dialogue all the more impressive.

'The Moon People, despite lacking natural enemies, love war and are never satisfied. I get the feeling that this undirected anxiety is leftover from when they were human.'

Unique Use of Ornamentation

All sorts of decorations will catch your eye as you read through the pages. For instance, the Moon People are defined by their lavish outfits. From their opulent fabrics to elegans curved ornamentation it's hard to imagine they are capable of such aggression.

The highly decorative quality of the Moon People and the way they steal gems to decorate their homeland makes ornamentation an allegory for earthly desires. However, Ichikawa's statement from the previous wection reveals her unique attitude to wards ornamentation. She uses gems, a typical decoration, to show how the reader feels toward the materials we use for decotation. Yet she has a positive view of the subject. For example, the Gem Warriors fashion reveals clothing lined with flower patterns and special costumes worn during hibernation. Ichikawa obviously enjoys drawing these scenes. Her pages overflow with fun.

'I appreciate sophisticated adornment, Bizarre, extravagant adornment is also atractive. I'm rather interested in the reason behind such decoration. People must have reasons to (or not to) decorate For example, some people decorate them selves to feel confident or be popular, while others don't because they have different priorities.

It's interesting to see what people place importance on.

As for the Gem Warrior outfits, materials are scarce in their world so I try to make the most of simplicity. I also wanted to show how the Gems take pleasure from fashion.

People will decorate. Some for personal reasons, and some out of a desire to get close to something greater than themselves. It is a very human behaviour we should love and be proud of.

I like decorations, I like jewellery. Even more so I like people who decorate themselves and our nature that drives us to. I'm sure many readers understand this sentiment.

However, like all human practices, the act and desire to decorate hides our vulnerabilities.'

Haruko Ichikawa points this out through characters that are living decorations themselves. She does not view this negatively. For in her world, everything is beautiful, even our weaknesses.

[feng-shui71]

Combining these 2 asks since they’re both about Vamp! Au Junior and Alvina

Actual info is below cut, more extra doodles at the end as usual bc i’m allergic to making 1 doodle per ask:

Ok so first off, yeah they still do have children in this Au except obviously Junior and Alvina are Dhampirs, half-human and half-vampire hybrids. I like to think the two are less powerful than Wesker, as they aren’t a pure vampire like him, however some abilities of his have been passed down to either of them, including shapeshifting and flight. Unlike Wesker, the two can also roam freely for the most part when the sun is out, their skin is just more sensitive and will burn if they are exposed for too long without any protective measures such as sunscreen or aloe vera. I like to think they were still concieved due to Vampsker being a former vampire hunter himself, being the Captain of him and Jordan’s team until he let it slip one day, kinda like the Vamp! Au equivalent of S.T.A.R.S. (will expand on this later if u guys want I havent put much thought into it)

In terms of living, the two are with Jordan. Unlike the regular Resident Evil universe, Vamp! Wesker does want to play a part in his childrens lives, however due to Jordan’s fear of him she doesn’t allow them to see their father, believing that he’d be a bad influence for the two (she is completely right in this case.) and honestly is just horrified that he’d harm them, Vampsker loves Jordan but he throws her around like a ragdoll, a mere plaything that he can cut into and bruise when he’s feeling a bit bored. It’s no wonder she doesn’t want them to interact, it’s one thing for her to get hurt (which she kinda likes, you’ll never get her to admit this though,) but for Wesker to rough up her children? yeah no. Every so often after their routine hunt, Vampsker begs Jordan to let him see them, which after some convincing she does, internally cursing herself for still being somewhat soft for him. I think Junior and Alvina both yearn for Wesker’s attention in this Au due to Jordan’s restriction, the man influencing both of them wayy more since his absence isn’t his choice. This is an absolute nightmare for Jordan, Junior is 10x worse in his mischievous behaviour and causes problems all the fucking time, ranging from some dumb prank to literally disemboweling a man and eating him alive to satiate his blood thirst. Alvina isn’t as bad but she’s still an evil little shit due to her vampire genes, way more sheltered than regular Vina too. Alongside this, the rift Jordan put between Wesker and the kids causes resentment between her and them, however I like to think they’re still somewhat close in this Au due to her protectiveness towards them, don’t get me wrong though they’re still super pissed at her all the time and just want some freedom + attention from their dad, they get her concerns but want her to lay off, it’s suffocating.

umm also ik Alvina’s the only white one complexion wise but Junior gets whitewashed here too unfortunately bc of his vamp genes <\\\3 goodbye melanin

ok doodle:

[joelscruff]

when is joels pov coming out?!??!??!?! love this series keep up the amazing work!!!!!

not sure yet!! i had a bit of a writing break this weekend and only just got back to the next chapter today, so i'm hoping by the end of the week 💖 tysm for being patient lovelies.

here's a lil snippet

[pansyfemme]

Guess argument ruined because you made a spelling error, therefore, nothing else about this is important. Who even assumes something like armchair diagnostic call outs are about actual real therapists that actually know diagnostic criteria??? Surely that anon can't be serious... right?...

its not the first time i’ve had my takes seen as invaid because i mispelled something and probably wont be the last tbh, but i personally think that the fact i struggle a bit with spelling and grammar doesn’t override what i’m saying and it’s kind of ironic to nitpick it when we’re speaking about not always knowing what someone struggles with just by looking at them/hearing them speak.

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

request: is this how you request something? ive been using tumblr for just a couple of days and im not used to anything ...i hope this is okay!

could i request a hyoga x gn reader? where reader is kind of blunt and direct with the things they say and end up confessing to hyoga while training with him out of an accident; like they say "this is why i like you!" and then they get really embarrassed about it, however, they dont deny anything and wait for hyoga's response.

if the term handsome could be used to describe reader i would really appreciate it. have a nice day!!! i absolutely fell in love with how you write this man

warnings: it’s very short, hyoga is sweet again, reader is referred to as handsome

While you were never one to beat around the bush— you didn’t really see a point in it— even you would admit that this was not how you planned to share your feelings with him.

It was truly like any other day, you were forcing him to train with you and through all his complaints of how he wished to train alone and how he wished you would leave him alone, he would always help you. His excuse was always that he had to make sure you weren’t going to hold him back when we have to fight, but you knew he was worried about you and the rest of the village deep down and wished for more people who were capable of fighting. However harsh his words may be, his actions always spoke louder than his words. He was strict and hard when you were sparring, but when he was demonstrating better form for certain moves, he was surprisingly gentle.

It was very obvious that he respected you very much, even if he would never say so ever.

So while others wondered why such a handsome individual as yourself, with so many people eager to get a chance to talk to you, would be so invested in talking to Hyoga of all people, it was because you knew he was not as cold and ruthless as everyone thought he was. Deep inside you were aware he cared for many, even if not everyone.

Today he went on again about how your form was very unproper and how you had blind spots everywhere, putting yourself in complete danger depending on the situation. This was not out of the ordinary, but today you were a little curious how he’d respond if you teased him a little.

“You’re quite sweet aren’t you, Hyoga,” you said.

Immediately, he paused and frowned a little.

“How could you possibly have come to that conclusion?” he asked, scoldingly.

“You may not think so, but it’s rather obvious that you do care,” you said.

“I think you’re rather delusional if anything. I’m just worried you’re not going to last minutes against any modern weapon. As of now I do not wish to imagine what’d happen if you’re against a gun of any sort,” he said, rambling on about potential dangers that you would be utterly unprepared for and it only put a smile to your face. You truly didn’t mean to say it out loud, but this was exactly why you loved him— he cares a lot.

“This is why I like you,” you said, before you could stop the words from spilling out. You were going to make something up and deny the fact, until you saw how caught off guard Hyoga looked. You had never seen him look like that ever.

So instead you stopped and looked at him, absolutely nervous, but serious. After what seemed like forever, he finally said something.

“I don’t understand, why do you like me?” he asked, confused what prompted that statement.

“Oh, because you care,” you said. “You’re sweet.”

His eyes widened and a slight smile, hardly visible, but definitely there, appeared on his face. Never in his life would he have thought you could tell his harsh words came from a place of genuine care. However, he could tell that you had slightly the wrong idea, so he had to make it clear.

“I only care about you,” he said.

[belovedstarrs]

do you even care?!

• pairing : geto x fem!reader

• tags : angst, breakup??, just a shit ton of one-sided fighting (verbal) , language galore, drinking mentioned & used, cheating, geto never betrays jujutsu high au.

• a/n : god im half asleep writing this and i havent proof-read sooooo deal w/ it i just need to actually post and get over this writing slump.

• w/c : 602

• loosely based off of all too well & youre losing me

you were laying in your bed and pondering. suguru hasnt been home in hours and he told you he was gonna be home at 5 pm, its 10 pm. you checked his location and he turned it off a few hours ago.

you heard the keys jangle in the doorknobs and you quickly got up, you didnt even know what you wanted to say to him. you looked out your doorframe and saw him taking off his shoes at the front entrance as you angrily walked over.

"suguru what the hell! where the fuck where you at? you turned off your damn location. you know what nevermind you were probably at the bar with gojo flirting with some girls since you clearly dont give a shit about me."

it all blurted out, you felt like throwing up. why now? suguru had to take a minute to process everything from you talking to fast. "y/n i wasnt flirting with any girls nor at the bar. i just had gotten a new mission right before i got off and my phone had died." he said with no emotion in his voice. you could tell it was a lie. just by the way he looks uneasy you can tell hes been drinking.

"oh stop giving me that bullshit suguru. if you dont like me just fucking say it. i dont get how you can just cheat on me yet still have the balls to say the words i love you." you wanted to die. you used to love this man with your whole life, why is this happening? why does he lie to you so much.

the past 3 months have felt like hell. sugurus been getting more distant and staying out later than he tells you while getting drunk. you dont fucking get it. why is he doing this? what have you done to deserve this? youve put so much into this relationship and hes tearing it apart like its nothing.

he doesnt even have a response to your stinging words. "y/n i promise i still lov-" you quickly cut him off. "you dont ever keep your promises! stop spouting shit that isnt true for once! your just an asshole liar." you pause for a moment before you continue

"why have you put nothing into our relationship? did you never love me from the start? ive been trying so fucking hard to still love you and act as nothing is wrong and ive tried to tell you that but youre just a dumbass!" you brush shoulders as you go to the front door to quickly put on your shoes and a coat to leave. making sure to grab your keys and get the hell out before he says anything.

there was this burning feeling in your chest that also felt like a little freedom. were you meant to not be with suguru? you wished so hard in your head he would come back for you and apologize, make it right. you kept walking down the street and nothing happened.

you pulled out your phone to text utahime and ask if you could stay the night.

y/n : utahime you awake?

utahime : yeah. why?

y/n : just fought with suguru. wondering if i could stay the night.

utahime : totally! stay for as long as you need.

that gave you some relief. your gonna have to figure out you and sugurus situation but for now you need time to yourself to figure out what the hell youre gonna do with him since you two live together and dont have a actual apartment of your own.

part 2 is out now!!

made by @belovedstarrs do not copy or use in any way without permission

[enchantedaloefics]

Hobie x Spider-Person Reader (Chapter One)

Hey, this is Aloe! This is like, my second time posting a fic online ever and I'm a little nervous, but I'm having fun writing this. Also I'm super hyperfocused on Hobie :')

Some notes on the fic: Reader insert is mostly referred to with gender neutral terms, but I might slip up and use feminine ones occasionally. Also the MC has chronic pain and migraines because I'm projecting, and is autistic because, again, projecting. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, love you!!

(Also Hobie takes a little bit to show up, like, end of next chapter/start of chapter 3, I'm so sorry :'))

~~Chapter One~~

You pulled your mask down, making sure it was secure over your face before stepping through the portal, your mind foggy and body aching, though you knew your wounds wouldn’t take too long to close- one of the many perks of being a spider-person. And not the only one, as you’ve just learned. 

Spider-Woman–or Jess as she introduced herself– tried to explain the basics, but her words flew right over your head. You were still reeling. The multiverse was real! All those theories you learned about in high school were true! But not only that- you weren’t alone anymore. There were others just like you.

The noise immediately hit you like a truck, sharp pain quickly blooming above your right eye, but you’ve learned to push through that pain. You adjusted and looked around, and saw hundreds- no, thousands of other spider-people, in and out of masks, drinking coffee and chatting, working on holo-screened computers, eating in food courts, all in an impossibly large multi-floored building. Your impulse to explore was beyond strong, but your attention was caught before you could wander off.

“Here, put this on,” Jess said, handing you some sort of… watch looking contraption. “Your molecules won’t like being outside of your home dimension, this keeps them in check. Plus it’ll let you open those portals we used back there.”

You nodded slightly, mumbling a quiet “thanks” under your breath as you slid it on, the colors not quite matching with your suit. You didn’t like the idea of letting your molecules get out of whack- you dealt with enough pain already, so you didn’t put up any fuss.

“Um, is there like… housing?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder, hoping to see your universe one last time, but the portal was long gone. You figured it would be a long, long time before you went back.

“Not here, this is more of a central hub. Almost like an office building, if that makes sense,” she turned and smiled at you, her yellow goggles enhancing the happy glisten in her eyes. “But some of the folks here would be happy to open up their homes for you if they knew your situation. You’re, what, nineteen? Pavitr!” She yelled to someone else before turning back to you. “I gotta run, but you two are about the same age, you might get along.” 

And with that, she thwipped away, and a boy you guessed was a year or so younger than you ran up after her.

“Yes, Ma’am- oh, she’s already gone. Well, you look new!” he said, a grin evident in his voice, even if you couldn’t see his face. “I’m Pavitr, you can call me Pav.” He stuck out his hand for a handshake, which you quickly returned.

“I’m Sp-” you cut yourself off. Everyone was Spider-Man here, you were supposed to trust these people with your real name. You cleared your throat before trying again. “Y/N. Nice to meet you, Pav.”

“So, how long have you been, y’know?” he mimed shooting webs, making quiet thwip noises as he did so, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Since I was sixteen, so about three years,” you said, glancing over his shoulder. The group he was talking to were making their way over, and you felt your anxiety spike. You were having to meet so many new people, and reverting into your hero persona wasn’t working, your mind too foggy from what happened less than an hour earlier.

“Nice, nice,” Pav started, interrupting himself with a “Gwen! You have got to meet this dude!” and before you knew it, you felt his arm over your shoulder. You tensed up slightly, something both he and this ‘Gwen’ seemed to notice.

“Woah, hey, you alright?” the girl asked, and Pav quickly moved his hand. You nodded, though you knew it wasn’t convincing. 

“‘M fine, I just have a migraine. And, um, I’m sort of…” You tried to find words, but tears bubbled from your eyes, and you were beyond thankful they were covered, though you couldn’t hide the wobble in your voice. “Overwhelmed. This is all too much. Too many people.”

Pav and Gwen shared a look, and Gwen quickly pulled out her phone, typed for a moment, and nodded. You dug your palms into your eyes, both in an attempt to block the tears, and to ease your headache, but it did neither.

Within a few moments you felt a gentle tap to your shoulder as Gwen tried to get your attention.

“Hey, my friend has a great place, he said you can swing by and chill there. We’ll come with, and I can show you how to get there, okay?” Her voice was somewhat soft, and you could tell she was genuinely trying to help. You nodded, and she held out her arm, her wrist tilted so you could see. She typed in a number-138- and a moment later a spotty, hard to look at portal appeared. 

Pav was the first to step through, then Gwen. They looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to join them. This inter-dimensional travel was still very new to you, but you knew you’d have to get used to it. You took a deep breath and stepped through, the sound quickly dying our, replaced by quiet radio.

[honeycollectswhump]

Like Blood and Oxygen

[masterlist]

CW: mental breakdown, obsessive thought patterns

The chandelier casts a golden light across her bedroom, a candle spreading the sweet smell of vanilla, and it makes Mireille want to vomit. It makes her want to reach into the fire, to take it into her palm and squeeze and choke the light out of it. It makes her want to rip the chandelier down, execute it on the ground, stamp on each jewel until it cracks and shatters beneath her bare feet. 

Instead Mireille paces in front of her mirror, as tall as the ceiling, golden frame like artwork –fucking artwork, it’s fucking art, she is fucking art–, money spent on a horrid shade of gold, more money than her stupid fucking servants will ever have, and

What.

Does.

It.

Matter.

Why care at all. 

Because her stupid fucking nightgown sits horribly on her curves, silky red doing nothing but making her skin crawl and no one will see her anyways it doesn’t matter but it does. For the hundredth time she fumbles with the fabric, draping it on her breasts, flowing over her hips, just long enough to cover what it has to. Maybe instead it should cover her whole like a grieving widow or a burial shroud for all she’s worth. 

She could rip her skin off with her teeth, undress herself to the bone, bare veins and sinew if that would make her be something. Mireille knows what she should look like, she knows, every fiber knows, and yet the gown hides her waist and there is no one to touch her, to see the work of art she has spent her fucking life creating and what worth has art if it isnt being looked at. 

They should be grateful, grateful to lay eyes upon her smooth skin, shining blue eyes, luscious hair, her voice and her body and– 

And yet they don’t. They do, but not really. 

Not. Enough.

It’s not enough, none of it is, but how is that her fault? It’s not. Of course it isn’t.

Mireille has friends, and they love her, they fucking love her. She’s gorgeous and elegant, each movement deliberately poised, it's like second nature, it’s her nature and her job. She leaves kisses like burns and burns like kisses and both leave a mark on the world that will never fade. 

Instead, it will twist and scar, a never healing wound but at least it is a reminder.

Mireille should be at the center of their thoughts, the center of their world, their universe. She should be their star and their sun, granting them warmth and light when she feels like it. They should strive for nothing more than to please her, read her thoughts and treat her right, touch her right and kiss her in worship that comes from the heart. 

She doesn’t need to ask for it, she shouldn’t! If they were the right people, they would know, instinctively. They would know the meanings she so carefully covers in words and jewelry, would read it like the bible, would examine every intention. They would know and they would love her.

Love her like she was created to fit their souls, to fulfill them. Only her closeness is sweet relief, wishful satisfaction. Love her like warmth, like the sun, like blood. Love her like oxygen. 

Love her.

Love her.

Love her.

Please.

Taglist: @whumpsday, @2in1whump, @sodacreampuff, @webbo0, @toyybox, @sowhumpshaped, @clickerflight let me know if you want to be added or removed :)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

So, that deja vu fic got me thinking.. and what if katsuki has a childhood friend (obvi friends w deku too) where he is always trying to impress her and class 1-a notices or ( if you’d like them older ) the agency notices and starts betting on when he’ll confess to her. turns out, she actually confesses first and everyone is happy (and slightly disappointed… nobody got their money) 😋😋

Also, when i saw the notification “@cashmoneyyysstuff started following you” i have never hit a follow back button so fast 😭🫶

Remember you’re amazing, take care of yourself, drink water, stay safe, and know that you are loved ❤️

bet on it, bet on it !!

there's definitely something going on between you two, and your classmates are determined to figure out when it'll finally happen

a/n: WAAAA @itzjustj-1000 this is soo cute ! especially since katsuki being a loser n tryin to impress us instead of just confessing is honestly adorable. ALSO ALSO ur LITERALLY THE SWEETEST !! ur the loveliest it's a given i had to follow u !! i tried to honour ur request as best i could, i hope you like it ! also say it w me yall: WEEWOOO WEEWOOO CHILDHOODFRIENDS TO LOVERS ALEEEEEERRTTT(yall r forcing my hand atp (not that im complaining tho))

fem reader, katsuki is a whipped little loser, katsuki likes getting praised by reader but acts like he doesn't challenge (fails miserably), kaminari n sero are little shits, m*neta (he doesn't say anything creepy don't worry <3) everyone is in their 2nd year in this one. lemme know if i missed something else !

for as long as izuku midoriya could remember, you and kacchan have always been a packaged deal.

deku remembers all the way back in primary school, how kacchan would bend over backwards to impress you, spending his days trying to win your praise like he was collecting it. whether it be showing off how good his reading skills were, or showing off his newly acquired quirk to you at any given chance. (away from the eyes of the teachers, of course)

or even with silly things. like the time he showed you how long he could hold his breath underwater. it didn't matter, as long as he could show it off to you, he would.

deku remembers how pride would fill his childhood friends face, cheeks practically glowing and a smile basically reaching his ears. a simple "woooah, you're so cool kacchan !" had the boastful blonde giddy for the entire day, chest puffed out as he walked ahead of everyone, with you right next to him, of course. (you were the only one worthy enough to stand by his side after all)

and though he spent his time trying to win your praise, he also needed your attention constantly. katsuki constantly demanded your attention. he's the only one who's allowed to sit next to you in class, you're always the one he picks first when it's time to pick teams to play dodgeball. he's your partner for every project and you're the one who walks beside him when you and your friends go venture out in the woods to go out on your adventures. and even though they would usually take place in the park, katsuki always claimed he'd be the one to protect you if anything were to happen.

as kids, deku was probably the only one who noticed how hard katsuki tried to impress you.

and he's probably the only one to notice how he still does it now.

"sooo...kacchan totally has a thing for yn, agreed ?"

"mhm. definitely."

"yup."

"'m suprised you just noticed that now, kaminari...actually i'm not really suprised." jirou drawled, twirling one of her earphone jacks around her finger.

okay, so apparently he isn't the only one who noticed.

kaminari pouts "i noticed ! i noticed, like, ages ago !" he huffs into his folded elbows on the desk " i just wanted to see if you guys did !"

"you'd be stupid to miss it." sero cuts in smoothly. their grouchy homeroom teacher somehow ended up absent, leading to an impromptu free period. which in turn caused for loads of gossip he had somehow gotten roped into. kirishima, kaminari and sero were talking about you and katsuki, happily chatting off about something they couldn't hear from where they were sitting.

"maaaannn, bakugou's way too lucky, scoring such a pretty girl. what's he got that i don't ?!" kaminari whines. kirishima shushes him lightly, afraid to rouse the attention of a certain blonde they just so happened to be talking about

"now that i think about it.." sero wondered, leaning onto kirishima's shoulder "midoriya, you guys are childhood friends, right ? have they always been..." he cuts himself off, pointing over at you both with his chin for midoriya to look back. ".. like that ?"

you're chatting about something that's apparently funny or exciting, with katsuki listening along attentively, his head resting in his palm like he's admiring you. his full focus entirely on you, as it usually was.

you're using your hands a lot while you're talking and deku recognizes it as the thing you do when you've gotten to the juicy part of the conversation, deku almost wishes he could listen in, then remembers it's not good to be nosy and shakes the thought away. every once in a while katsuki interjects with a subtle smirk on his face and his remarks have you either giggling or playfully pouting at him unable to hide your smile. the playfulness in his heavy lidded red eyes remains at any reaction you give him, though. kacchan's worked on his poker face over the years but it seems he can't control himself when it comes to you.

izuku realizes he's been openly staring for too long and quickly turns back to look at sero who raises an eyebrow, awaiting a response.

izuku chuckles to himself "yeah, pretty much." he hums, playing around with the ends of his tie as he speaks.

"oooouu~" kaminari sings, suddenly lifting his head up from where it was hidden into his shoulder with a sudden burst of energy, startling kirishima. "juicy details about kacchan, i'm in !"

"i don't know if it's exactly 'juicy'" izuku sweatdropped, chuckling awkwardly. "but kacchan and yn have always been really close. when we were younger, kacchan would always be seeking out yn's attention. he'd be really possesive..or protective over her, i guess ?—it was all pretty harmless though." he recounted, smiling softly at his childhood memories nostalgically pouring into his mind.

both kirishima and sero let out quiet hums when he finishes while denki simply pouts "s'not as juicy as i thought it would be" he huffs petulantly, receiving a knock on his head from jirou who hisses a "he told you that, idiot"

kirishima places his head into the palm of his hands and sighs dreamingly "man, that's so cute. bakugou's been a major softie for yn for so long.." he clenches his fist and izuku thinks he sees a little tear in his eye "so manly !" he exclaims through his sharp teeth.

"yeah, i don't know if 'manly' is the word i'd use to describe someone who's been whipped for so long and still doesn't have the balls to confess" sero ribbed, snickering to himself with denki joining in shortly after.

"hey, don't be assholes !" jirou shot "i think it's kinda cute y'know ? not really..manly..but—cute." she said.

"how much you wanna bet he's not gonna confess until graduation?" kaminari challenged.

"wouldn't put it past 'im." a voice suddenly chimes in. the five of them all turn their heads left, right then down at the voice that came from none other than mineta, who had somehow wormed his way into the conversation.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing sneaking into our conversation, freak" jirou sneers, glaring down at mineta who had already dragged his chair over, including himself into the group.

mineta decides to ignore jirou as he places his arms onto the desk seriously like he's imitating some type of mafia don. " bakugou's never gonna confess any time soon, he's too much of a pussy" he waves off nonchalantly "i bet he won't even have done it by the time we've finished school ! "

" and i bet you wouldn't say that to his face !" kaminari guffaws and the purple haired boy sputters. izuku can't hold back his grin as he watches them bicker.

" kacchan's always been pretty..sure of himself" he settles "i don't think it'd take him that long to confess" he guessed, pressing his thumb onto his chin "though maybe the fact that he's so sure of himself could hold him back.."

ah, there he goes again.. the rest of them thought as they watch midoriya babble on and on into theory land.

denki suddenly slams his fists on the desks, startling everyone. he sucks in a breath "alright ! i bet a thousand yen and the entirety of my lunch box that bakugou won't confess by the end of this year !" he exclaims, not too loud but loud enough so everyone in the group could hear him.

"oooouu~ what're we betting on ?" mina chimes in, suddenly appearing behing jirou and in turn startling her. she flashes her a little glare causing the pink haired girl to offer a weak apology and a hug.

"kaminari just bet a thousand yen and his lunch that bakugou won't confess to yn by the end of this year" sero smirked, clearly enjoying the drama

" ou, that sounds fun ! lemme join in too !" the pink skinned girl pleaded giving her best puppy eye and pout combo.

"sure ! just don't come cryin' to me when you lose" kaminari agrees, playfully jabbing at his friend.

"this is so stupid. i'm not betting money on this.."jirou scoffs rubbing at her temple. "c'moooonnn, don't be chicken, jirou ! " denki whines

"mhmm, c'moonn jirou give into peer pressure !" mina joins in, wrapping her arms around the purple haired girl and swaying her side to side.

jirou groans before finally conceding "..five hundred yen. that's all you're getting from me." she concludes sourly crossing her arms.

" i'm gonna go with kaminari's and say his balls won't drop 'till graduation" sero says simply, smirking almost mischieviously at the display of sudden chaos. he looks a little too pleased, izuku sweatdrops.

"i'm not betting on my bro, that's so unmanly." kirishima refused " i say just let them go at their own pace" he finishes, receiving a nasty look from his chaotic classmates.

needless to say kirishima gave in to peer pressure soon after, offering a modest 1,100 yen by this summer for his friend to confess.

"well i stand on what i said, i don't think he has the balls to say it at all. and i put that on all the money in my pockets ! " mineta proudly spoke.

"how much is that, like, one fruit roll-up ?" mina deadpanned, not missing a beat causing the group to erupt in laughter. mineta's objection's falling on deaf ears.

meanwhile, katsuki notices you've stopped talking all of a sudden. it takes him by surprise as you were so into it a minute ago. "what's up ?" he asks. his question snaps you out of your trance and you jump slightly, turning back to look at him "oh , nothing ! they just seem to be having fun " you gasp, a smile crawling up on your face as you look back at your friends having a good time.

katsuki on the other hand has a slight pout forming on his face, displeased at how his loud mouthed friends distracted you from your conversation. and from him he thinks, but that makes him feel like a snot nosed little kid again and his expression turns even more sour.

"tch. the fuck are those losers so loud for" he grumbles under his breath. you catch it though, and you giggle. his eyes brighten and his brows unfurrow the slightest bit when he hears it.

"don't be such a buzzkill katsu, s'not their fault you're no fun." you jest, chuckling to yourself when he scowls at you.

"fuck off ! m'not a buzzkill" he rolls his eyes, huffing indignantly "an' i'm plenty of fun" he finishes grumpily. you laugh a little more, covering your mouth with your hand when you catch a peak of him narrowing his eyes at you making fun of him. he simply rolls his eyes and sighs, shaking his head. he'll let it slide, he always does with you.

"right, right. my apologies, sir dynamight" you chuckle, bowing slightly at him, he huffs out a laugh "that's sir lord explosion murder god dynamight to you" he snorts. you throw your head back and laugh and katsuki feels the same pride he used to feel when he'd found something cool to show you back when you were brats. his stomach feels fuzzy and his head feels clouded the way it used to when you'd offer him your big, bright sparkly eyes and a "you're so cool kacchan !""

god, it never failed to remind him how much of a whipped loser he was for you.

and unfortunately still is.

you scoot your chair a little closer to his and katsuki has to use all of his might not to blush at the sudden proximity, as miniscule as the distance between you both was to begin with.

"well okay then, sir lord explosion murder god dynamight" you say rapidly, laughing to yourself. katsuki let's out a breathy chuckle, it's cute. he's cute. " i'm sure it doesn't mean much, but i at least think you’re plenty fun to be around"

katsuki feels his heart skip a beat too many.

you whisper, like it's a secret. you're in your own little corner while all your classmates are chatting away yet you say this to him like it's something between you and him. batting your eyelashes up at him. god, it's like you're out to kill him and honestly katsuki thinks for a second he wouldn't mind dying by your hand.

he's such a whipped loser.

he can't think straight. you're sitting so close to him, you're lips are glossy from that lip gloss you always have on you. you smell nice, katsuki feels like a creep for smelling you like you aren't a breath away from him.

"yeah, well.." he utters lowly. he licks his lips, feeling himself grow dizzy as he watches you watch the movement intensely and swallows. his adam's apple bobs and he can feel himself blushing like an idiot. " i don't think you're all that bad either" the end of his sentence comes out a little breathy, he barely realizes he's speaking. like his body is deciding for him, he doesn't mind much.

you give him a sweet little smile and your eyes shine like stars and you look up at him like he's everything, like he's the coolest. he wants you to look at him like this all the time.

you suddenly lean in and kiss him, right next to his lips, just at the corner. it lasts for about 0.3 seconds but katsuki feel his entire body exploding from the inside like he's let off his quirk onto himself.

"i take it back actually" you start " you're super cool to be around,kacchan " you whisper bashfully. katsuki huffs out a little laugh once his heart had stabilized itself a little bit, a small smile growing on his face—

" AW MAN? WHAT THE HELL ?!"

you both turn to the sound of your electric classmate, sporting a little pout on his face. proceeding to get dog-piled on by your other classmates surrounding him, causing him to let out whines and moans of complaint.

"i-ignore him !" mina waves off nervously "just keep doin' what you were doin !— i mean, we weren't watching or anything !" she splutters.

"nice one." jirou deadpanned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "look, we don't mean to pry or anything, but who kissed who first ?"

at that, katsuki's cheeks flare up, turning a damn near violent shade of pink. he's about to yell obscenties at his classmates, about to tell them it's none of their business when-

" i did !" you giggle, a cat-like grin on your face

"you sneaky fuckin minx-" katsuki growls, shoving his index fingers into your sides and you let out a squeal mixed with a giggle. you're quickly drowned out by your classmates releasing a group groan, with sero and kaminari yelling and booing at katsuki, who in turn starts threathing them, his hands crackling and popping.

you don't exactly know what's happening, but you can't help but feel extremely joyful and happy.

"soo.." mineta starts "since i said bakugou wouldn't confess first doesn't that technically mean i-"

" IN YOUR DREAMS ! "