#the word spider doesn’t seem real anymore

[sapphic-storm69]

Spiderverse thots

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #ALSO GHE COWBOY SPIDER-MAN????? 🩷🩵💖💗 #I guess #not really but just in case :) #I fucking loved spider punk #hatred of British people temporarily paused #fuck Miguel #fuck Jess #miguel o'hara #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter b parker #spider man #the word spider doesn’t seem real anymore #god couldn’t have made that movie it was too beautiful for his corrupted hands to tarnish with his sins #god bless the spiderverse #god….. poetic cinema

[freshtoes]

another fluff before the like 4 smuts I’ve got lined up. for me. excuse the Google translate Spanish I wrote this whole thing in one sitting

You’ve Got Me

Hurt/comfort

Miguel/Afab! Reader(no gendered pronouns or (Y/N), reader has a uterus)

You felt stupid. You knew you shouldn’t, this was fully a roll-the-dice, cross-your-fingers-and-hope-Lady-Luck-is-on-your-side thing, but you couldn’t help it. After all, the only real safety measure to not get pregnant is to not have sex at all.

You were lonely, sue me, was the thought. Anyone would’ve done the same thing. It’s not your fault the guy was a pump-and-dump either, he hasn’t returned any of your messages since that night. It sucks because you really liked him, he was so sweet that whole night and it’s like the second you got out of his car, you weren’t a person anymore. You should’ve known, he wouldn’t even kiss you.

You were hurt. You felt even more hurt staring down at the positive test two weeks after. You can’t help but feel your heart in your throat when you read it.

Of course, the universe has its way of doing these funny, silly, downright infuriating things, and just at that moment, your fancy-dancy-I’m-gonna-chuck-this-thing-at-the-wall watch went off.

Urgent meeting with Miguel O’Hara— Report ASAP.

You groaned, dropping your upper body so you were slumped past your knees on the toilet. As soon as you were able, you gathered yourself up, pushing your emotions down to your feet, and walked on them as you made your way to put on your suit.

It’s a temporary fix; and it feels like broken glass every step.

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In any other situation you’d commend yourself on your ability to not snark at or prod Miguel, it was just too easy to do. But now you just didn’t have the energy. It was gone, not even three cups of the water the HQ called coffee could bring it up, now you just jittered, trembling slightly. You hoped he was far enough away you couldn’t tell, and that he didn’t ask questions that’d bring out your wavering voice.

On the other hand, it also seemed your lack of response was making him more infuriated. Going on about this thing and that and gesturing broadly, but clearly seeing his words go in one ear and out the other. He thought you just weren’t paying attention, making him feel hot with anger behind his eyes. That’s when he jumped down from that stupid lift, sauntering up in front of you with a hard look and scowl.

“You got a good explanation for why you’re not listening right now?” He said it in a low voice, and by the jump you gave him when you heard it, you didn’t even notice him approaching. He scoffed, “No puedo más, esto es ridículo.”

That’s when you looked up, and the look you gave him was a hard punch in the gut. Your eyes were red, glossy and all the eyelashes were stuck. Your face was wet all over, like you’d been trying to wipe tears away but they would just keep coming. You were biting so hard into your lips and cheek he was surprised you didn’t have blood on them.

Worst of all, you didn’t look angry. You just looked…

Wounded.

“I—I,” you started, feeling your voice fail you as you tried to find the words, “I’m sorry— Miguel.”

“Hey, hey,” His tone was much softer now as your gaze dropped, “¿Que paso…?”

And then the dam broke.

You were immediately shaken by a sob, a full body convulsion that sounded painful, your hands shooting up to hide your face from him. You shook your head, hard, you couldn’t even find the words to tell him.

How could you? He’s Miguel. He doesn’t do mistakes or accidents and he certainly doesn’t understand when someone else does either. He’d probably blame it on you, or tell you how stupid you are, or, or—

You felt large hands grab at your shoulders, before moving to wrap tightly around you, and before you knew it, Miguel had you enveloped in a tight hug, holding you to his chest as you shook and sobbed into him. Only then did your hands come down to grip at the back of his spider suit, not wanting to let go no matter how the delicate tech under your fingers protested it.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” He started, his head resting on yours, “I-I didn’t think you’d— cry—“

He felt your head shake in its spot smushed to his chest, “No, no, it’s not that.”

You sniffed hard, taking a deep breath and steadying yourself before looking up at him. His face was contorted into so much worry you’d have though your eyes were hanging out of your head.

“Then… what’s with—?”

“I-I’m pregnant,” you said, like it was the hardest words in the world to say, “And—and I’m really scared. I took all the precautions I needed to, he got me Plan B, he wore a condom, and-and they didn’t work and the guy dumped me the second he was able to, and I really liked him so it just sucks, and I’m tired, and I’m lonely, and I’m— and I’m so sick of being the only one that takes care of me, as if I don’t have enough being spiderman, and—and fighting inter-dimensional bullshit—!”

“Shhhhh, hey, hey hey,” Miguel’s voice was like a blanket as he pulled you back into him, stroking at your hair as he did, “Estarás bien, confía en mí. I’ll make sure of it.”

You looked at him in surprise, wiping your nose on your suit sleeve, “Re—really? You do that for me…?”

He nods, “This isn’t something you do alone. And it’s not your fault, these things are a two person effort after all. And that guy— él no lo vale. He’s not even the shit on your shoe from now on.”

You laughed at that, soft and pitifully, but Miguel could’ve seen heaven in it if he looked hard enough. Miguel swallowed, closing his eyes as he weighed his words in his mind. He needed to pick them carefully, he knew that, you were delicate right now and he needed to respect that, digging up all the bedside manner he could surface from when he was a genetics undergrad. Knowledge wise, at least, he knew he’d be the best option for you to talk to, but emotionally you’d be better talking to a rock.

“Whatever you want to do,” he said, cupping under your face to look up at him, “I’ll help you. And I do mean whatever you decide because it’s your choice.”

You sighed deep, feeling as if the weight you’d been carrying was finally off your shoulders as you sank so far into Miguel, his hand and his arm and his chest. “Thank you, Miguel. You’re— you’re really sweet.”

He shook his head, “Well, I don’t know about…. Is there anything else you need? Anything I can do in this moment?”

You looked up at him, racking your brain for anything, anything but the thing that came to mind. When nothing popped up, you went with your impulse.

“Could you please… hold me? Just like this, for a little while?”

Miguel could feel himself melting at the plea you gave, how clearly starved for affection you felt and in that moment he doesn’t think he’s wanted to truly kill another man more. He would do anything to make sure you never cry or sound like that again. So he nodded.

“I’ll hold you forever if thats what you want. Me tienes.”

#hurt/comfort #fluff #agnst #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #x reader fanfiction #afab reader #miguel o’hara x reader

[bradtomlovesya]

Perfectly Wrong Pt. 2

Idiot! Peter Parker x Idiot! Reader

Summary: Peter tries to make up and get you back. Based on this request - HERE - / Part 1 here

Warnings: A bit Angst!, Fluff!, mentions of alcohol.

w/c: 1.7k+

a/n: I hope you like this one. I am very proud of how it turned out. Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated. SUPPORT AN AUTHOR BY SHARING THEIR WORK.

6 months. 6 months since you closed that door and didn't look back.

Peter tried to look for you the day after you left, but you told him to go away. You told him not to come looking for you again, especially if he hadn't dealt with his shit on his own.

At first Peter begged and pleaded, but when you told him "You're only hurting me more" he understood that you were right. He had been a piece of shit to you and "I'm sorry" without real change was just empty words.

It meant nothing. He had to get better, to suffer, to learn, to do better and, although you definitely didn't owe him anything, he hoped out of the goodness of your heart you'd still be willing to listen to him when all his shit got straightened out.

And that's why he waited 6 months. 6 months in which he really took the time to heal. 

The first step was to go to therapy, which helped a lot. His psychologist advised him at a certain point to meet with his ex so they could talk about everything and, although at first it seemed like an idea straight out of a madman's confession book, a month ago it didn't seem like such a bad idea and that's why he found a way to contact her and they arranged to meet in a coffee shop.

To Peter's surprise, MJ remembered him, had told him that she had regained her memories some years ago but didn't feel it was right to go back to him after the years had passed. Besides, she wasn't the same person anymore and she was sure he wasn't either.

It was then that Peter, after hearing what MJ had to say, realized that even if he had sought her out and told her everything, things would never have been as they were before. People change, things change and you fit the new version of Peter. He was happy with you... Damn it! You were the only thing that kept him sane and he cursed himself for how he had treated you, how he had made you feel.

And so, without further ado, Parker was able to continue his healing process. The guilt of not having sought out MJ was gone, his vision was finally clear enough. After that he also came to the conclusion that alcohol was not a great ally, he had to moderate himself; maybe it was because he was a spider-man that he doesn’t tolerate much alcohol, it didn't matter too much why, all he knew was that he shouldn't test his luck by getting drunk again.

Six months later here he was, with a bouquet of peonies - your favourite flowers - standing in front of the entrance to block 2 of the university waiting for your English literature class to finish. Peter knew your timetable, had been studying it and had been watching you from a distance so as not to miss the little changes you were going through. 

He knew you weren't happy, you always stared at the fountain where the two of you kissed for the first time wondering how it had all ended up that way. Parker had to control himself with all his strength more than once not to run and hug you, but not before fulfilling his promise to heal himself.

You didn't want that conversation to be the end of everything. You knew Peter had had a bad time but that didn't make him a bad person. He was just a wounded person who needed to heal and you really hoped that, when he did, he would come to you so that you could begin the process of reconciliation.

And maybe you should get on with your life, stick to how he treated you that last time and not go back to him, as your friends advised you to do. But they didn't know him like you did, they didn't know that during the whole year you were together Peter never raised his voice to you, not even when you did. He was the one who taught you what real, healthy love was, who had helped you grow in so many ways to become the person you were now.

Even if you looked like an idiot, you just wanted to go back to him even if he was an idiot too, so you could be idiots together.

When you walked out the door, you saw it. He was standing there wearing one of his plaid shirts - your favourite, by the way - and holding your favourite flowers. Your face immediately lit up - this was the moment you had been waiting for? It seemed that Peter was looking at you with the eyes of a lover and he had indeed taken the time to heal, you didn't know why or how but there was a glow, an aura, an air about him that told you so.

"Hello" He said almost breathlessly and in a faint whisper. He was afraid you would reject him.

"Hi" You replied with a small smile of amazement and disbelief. You were about to ask someone to pinch you in case this turned out to be a dream.

"I brought you these," he handed you the flowers and ran his hand through his hair, tousling it a little. He had let it grow out and you could see those little waves you liked so much.

"Thank you." You received them and sniffed. You loved their scent. "You look nice," you admitted.

"Thank you" he smiled and looked you in the eye. "Do you want to... Uh" he gulped. "Do you want to take a walk and talk to me?"

There was silence around you, the few people who had stopped to look had already left.

"Sure, why not?" You nodded and began to walk beside him at a quiet but steady pace.

"I like your new cut" he added with his hands in his pockets. "It suits you. "

"Really? It doesn't really suit me" you laughed and shrugged your shoulders.

"Honestly, everything looks good on you" He looked you in the eye and then looked straight ahead again as you blushed. 

"I haven't heard from you in months, what have you done?" You changed the subject and got to the point. That was why he was here, wasn't it?

"Well I... I went to therapy, I'm still going" he nodded and walked looking at the floor. "I also talked to MJ, my ex from high school." You watched him closely, you were curious what he had to say. "I worked some things out, resolved some doubts" he sighed. "It was a long and gruelling process but I was finally able to move on, I really was."

"I'm glad for that." you said sincerely. "You had a lot of things to sort out.... That and alcohol were not a good combination." You paused for a moment and looked away. It was painful to think about that day.

"I didn't drink again either, one beer is enough." He stopped in front of you and took your hands gingerly. "I'm really sorry for everything I've put you through." The pain and tone in his voice assured you that he was being honest, he really was sorry. "Wait here," he indicated before running to a fast food cart and buying two hot dogs. "Hungry?" he asked as soon as he returned to you and handed you one of the hot dogs. "Just mustard for you."

Your heart went out to him, still remembering the little things about you. "Thank you. You took a bite and both of you walked on. "So it's all settled then?" 

"Not everything." He denied. "There's still something I want to show you. Something you need to know." He inhaled deeply. "Would you mind going to my flat?"

"Now?" He nodded. "Oh yeah, okay." You nodded too.

You both walked to his flat while you ate and chatted about trivia. The silence wasn't awkward, that was characteristic of when you spent time together. 

"After you." Peter said after opening the door. 

You went in first and when he closed the door you followed him into his room. He instructed you to sit on the bed while he went into the bathroom and, when he came out, you just nodded with a smile.

"You don't look surprised." He said with a raised eyebrow.

"Why? Because you're Spiderman? I knew that." You laughed and stood up. 

"What? How?" Peter asked, confused.

"You'd always disappear and then it would be on the news that Spider-man had saved someone, I found a suit while cleaning your flat once and there was no way a normal human being would lift the neighbour's truck because there was a cat under it." You shrugged. "I just connected the dots."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" He frowned.

"Because I thought when you were ready you'd tell me, I didn't want to pressure you." You looked him in the eye. "I'm smarter than I look."

Peter was heartbroken to hear you say that. That night, he implied that you were stupid and that his ex was smarter than you. How could he have hurt you so much? You, the person he loved most in the world.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Tears appeared in his eyes. "What I said that night was horrible." He hugged you and collapsed into your arms. "You were right, you've always been right about everything." He clung to you. "I'm an idiot."

"Shh..." you murmured, stroking his hair. This was a new Peter. A Peter who had healed and now understood the magnitude of his mistakes. "I forgive you." you whispered softly and clung to him.

"I will be better, I will do better. I will love you better." He looked into your eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. 

"I know." You smiled slightly. "We'll do it together." 

Peter moved close enough to kiss your lips slowly, he wanted the kiss to show you how much he loved you, he regretted it and he had changed. 

You both knew it would be a long process and a long road, but you would walk it bit by bit, together and always trying to be better.

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[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

going more into detail on that ‘gravity what now’ au because the summary was a bit vague. ‘everything is terrible and ford thinks it’s targeting him’ and ‘the fact that it takes place in researcher ford era is dubious’ and ‘stan and fiddleford are getting along while ford is suffering’

so here’s a collection of events/general things that started happening to our trio sometime after they got to gravity falls:

-ford has traumatizing nightmares about bill, despite never having met him or even been into the cave yet. without going too into detail, these nightmares give him: a fear of sleeping, a fear of darkness, and severe touch aversion. it is also one of two things that starts to erode his relationship with stan, as a result of the latter not taking the nightmares seriously

-ford tries to curb his newfound fear of the dark via exploring the cave behind the waterfall. it doesn’t work, but he does meet the geodites and become fond of them. he visits the waterfall cave often, as nothing in the woods ever seems to follow there

-it takes eight separate tries for stan to believe ford when he says there’s something dangerous in the woods. it only takes the last time because ford came back with undeniable evidence. this is the second thing that damages their relationship

-ford continually witnesses things in the surrounding woods that the other two never do. this is intensely frustrating for him

-on two separate occasions in the woods, ford comes across fiddleford and stan in rather gruesome states. they are both perfectly fine and have no idea what he’s talking about when he gets back to the shack (not actually the shack but y’know). these two events were very real, they just weren’t actually fiddleford or stan

-stan and fiddleford bond over engineering (stan taught himself how to repair cars, we already know about fiddleford’s robot thing). they also cook meals together. they’re having a wonderful time guys

-ford has seen so many some-type-of-creatures that he’s started talking to them and they’ve started talking back

-one of the creatures has started trying to give him words of advice. it doesn’t take because said creature is unsightly and does it while perched on the trio’s roof like a spider

-ford has no healthy coping mechanisms. he doesn’t have time for them and he barely even knows what that word means anymore

-fiddleford gets really good at making various kinds of treats for when ford has especially bad days. he has no idea what’s going on with him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to help

-fiddleford was invited to gravity falls first (so quickly he didn’t even get a chance to meet emma-may). stan was invited second

-both the stan twins are going through it in different ways and fiddleford’s just trying to keep the peace

-ford takes in a stray cat. stan doesn’t approve, fiddleford questions it, neither of them are stopping him. feline lifeline

#extra note that i didn’t think fit the others because it’s not a new development for the trio #in this au ford has seizures. fiddleford knows about them but stan doesn’t learn about them until much later #they’re not relevant to the events i keep mentioning but it is important so i thought i’d bring it up in the tags #and now we have a proper general overview

[kitchenisking]

Hello Amazing People! Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone is have a great day and enjoying their family, friends and food! I thought for the long weekend I would post a rec for everyday. Just for you ya know.. a little get away when the family, guest, in laws, and just the everything gets to be a little much! I hope everyone has a wonderful and please lets not forget to show how thankful we are to these amazing writer who share all their work with us! ❤️

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles - (Rating: Mature, Words: 10146, sterek)

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth. 

The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles. 

Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is. 

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles. 

Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal. 

He’s still not convinced any of this is real. 

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Layover by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: G, Words: 3643, sterek)

Excerpt:

Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat.  Did she just say?...

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

Four Times Derek Saved Stiles From A Spider by ShadowPatronus - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4110, sterek)

Stiles has arachnophobia and Derek is always there to rescue him.

I don't like the way she's looking at you (I'm starting to think you want her too) by May_Belle - (Rating: Mature, Words: 13700, sterek)

"It has to look like you and Derek haven't fucked on every flat surface of this house this week alone so that Tessa sees Derek as a strong, totally available alpha that she can possibly make several babies with one day."

Or the one where Stiles and Derek pretend they aren't completely in love with each other for the sake of a possible pack alliance.

Believer and a Homecoming by lsdme - (Rating: Mature, Words: 11004, sterek)

“I’m serious Derek,” Stiles whispers. “Come home.”

We Are Made of Our Memories by JenyaKeefe - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 12441, sterek)

"I don't have amnesia." "Um, clearly you do. You're under a spell that's taken a year's worth of memories." "No. I've wakened from a spell."

The Distance Between Us by yodasyoyo - (Rating: T, Words: 2055, sterek)

“It’s like I’ve travelled back in time and it’s five years ago. You wanna tell me that this is private property?” Stiles grumbles, “Or should we just skip ahead to the part where you throw me up against the nearest hard surface and smolder at me.”

I'm gonna light a spark (gonna hold my breath until the morning) bydearericbittle (dutchmoxie) - (Rating: T, Words: 2517, sterek)

Derek hates the bus, hates how people use it as an excuse to sit close to him and bat their eyelashes at him. And then this stranger who smells like home just falls asleep on his lap.

Of Sharks and Lighter Things by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5958, sterek)

Stiles’ medications are messing up his body chemistry. If he goes off his suppressants, he’ll have to go through his heat, but he doesn’t know any alphas who’d help him. So, Scott asks his roommate Derek. Turns out Derek's more than willing to lend a hand.

Seasons of Love by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: Mature, Words: 11171, sterek)

The one where Omega Stiles and Omega Derek are blissfully happy, building a life and a little perfect family.

#stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #derek hale #sterek #fanfic #fanfiction #kitcheniskingficrecs

[artzychic27]

Witch Izuku

After not getting his quirk, and with the horribleness of discrimination, quirkless statistics all over the Internet, and middle school, Izuku embraced the darkness since there was no light for him

Inko is a great mom and does whatever she can to support her son, even selling all of his All Might merch to buy some new furniture for his room that fit his tastes

His choice of dress is gender neutral, often wearing corsets, ankle length skirts dresses, black Sun hats, and tops with lace sleeves

He started ignoring his classmates when he was eleven. He reads enough hateful news articles, that their words don’t sting anymore. And he began wearing padding under his uniform when they try to beat him up

Any spider lilies they put on his desk, he cuts the stem a bit and places the flower in his hair

Izuku just spends his days reading pre-quirk era books and conversing with spiders he finds on the roof of the school

One day, after a particularly tough day at school where his teacher decided to punish him for no reason, he had his lunch thrown in the toilet, his favorite book burned, and one of his spider friends killed right in front of him, Izuku goes home early that day, crying for the first time in years

While walking home, a black butterfly blocks his path and seems to beckon him to follow it… To an abandoned shop. It looks like an old curio store, and then the butterfly leads him to an old book, just sitting on a counter

Even though the shop appears to be abandoned, Izuku leaves a few yen on the counter before taking the book and when he leaves… It disappears. Ooo~

Upon returning home, Izuku discovers that he bought a spellboook. While he doesn’t really believe in magic, he decides to try on out and casts a spell on his teacher

The next day at school, when Izuku’s teacher is once again reprimanding him for some stupid reason, a colony of bats suddenly fly in through the window and attack him

That’s gotta be a coincidence, so he tries out another spell on a few students. This one is to make them suffer a great loss

Cue one losing his girlfriend, the other losing the hair he took such great pride in, and the other’s old nose growing back in place of the one from cosmetic surgery

Izuku: Okay. Magic is real.

Now Izuku’s a witch, and he’s going to have some fun all throughout middle school with no one being none the wiser

Inko knows he’s been using magic to get back at everyone, and has no problem with it. It’s about time those assholes got what was coming to them

Their last day of junior high, Izuku is once again ignoring the idiots who surround him when the teacher goes on about the hero course, and by that time, he’s got his ear buds in

Bitch teacher: Oh, Midoriya! Didn’t you want to go to Yuuei?

Izuku: Maybe, maybe not, but that was not your information to share, you quirkist bitch. Now, pick your jaw up off the floor and kindly explain to your demon students that quirk usage is forbidden on school property.

He gets sent to the principal’s office, but not before casting a spell to make his teacher’s hair catch on fire and for his principal’s clothes to restrict him

Izuku goes home with a bright smile on his face… Then he runs into the sludge monster. Using his powers, he turns the monster back into his human form, and the man, Akatani Mika is eternally grateful

When All Might arrives, he only sees a young goth boy and his “uncle”, and takes off to look for the sludge monster

Mika: Kid, I-I owe you my life.

Izuku: I accept tablespoons of blood only.

Mika: … What?

Izuku: What? I need more ingredients. It’s hard to get blood these days.

Mika becomes sort of a father figure over the months, often helps around the house, buys groceries, and even buys Izuku some books

Oh, and Izuku is going for Yuuei, the hero course, since society needs actual competent heroes

Using the hundreds of spells he memorized, he creates a black hole to suck up only what he wants it to- The robots piece by piece

When he comes across Uraraka, he just touches the debris, and it crumbles into bits, then he fucking possesses the Zero Pointer and has it destroy the other robots

Eraserhead/Vlad King: … I WANT HIM!

And after a brutal combat between the teachers, Izuku gets into 1-A where he becomes fast friends with Fumikage and Dark Shadow once the former senses his inner darkness

Fumikage: We shall revel in the dark, my black hearted brother.

Izuku: I look forward to it, bringer of despair.

Katsuki: Fuck! Now there’s two of them!

Izuku gets through the quirk assessment tests pretty easily since he’s spent the past couple of months with Mika going to the gym and building up his strength and endurance

He ends up in fifth, and is pleased to see that the grape got last… BUT ‘TWAS ALL A RUSE!

Izuku, Fumikage, and Dark Shadow spend most of their time together and even attract two new members to their little cult, Reiko Yanagi and Hitoshi Shinsou

It takes a few weeks before Izuku feels he can trust them enough to show him his spell book, AKA, his “quirk”, and they still accept him

After looking through the rules, Izuku sees there’s nothing about dying his uniform jacket black… So he does

Let’s see, what else? Oh yeah. Izuku’s hero costume makes him look like a necromancer, he teleports the villains back to wherever it was that they came from and puts a protective seal over the USJ, he comes in second at the Sports Festival, gets only ten work study from the heroes who weren’t little punk bitches, his hero name is Salem, he does his work study with the Witch Hero, Crimson, and the training camp goes wrong because Izuku forgot to put a seal over it

Katsuki gets kidnapped and now the goth squad has gotta save his ass, incognito

They manage to get him back without getting caught before the heroes can even get there, and Aizawa- who saw everything- promises not to say anything. Goths (plus an emo) gotta stick together

Cue Dorms!

Izuku’s room is similar to Fumikage’s, completely submerged in darkness with a Victorian charm to it. He, Yanagi, Shinsou, Fumikage, and Dark Shadow hold weekly seances there and convince the spirits to mess around with Katsuki and All Might (Who didn’t retire, by the way and still hasn’t passed down One For All)

Quirk Provisional License exam, the Goth Squad all pass, Katsuki and Shouto don’t, on with the show!

Instead of leaving Eri at the hands of that bastard, Izuku uses a spell to freeze Overhaul, drag him back to Crimson’s agency, and then use a truth spell to force him to give over any information he has

They infiltrate his base, arrest everyone, and Eri gets adopted by the Yamazawas

Eri clings to Izuku like a lifeline since he was the one who saved her. He doesn’t mind one bit and even takes her to a seance to meet one of his ghost friends

So now, Eri is a baby bat goth

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha headcannons #bnha au #witch Izuku #answered ask #ask me stuff #different quirk #goth Izuku

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

Kindred Spirits

A fighter is born. He cannot be made.

Fighting was in Harry's blood, always had been and always will be.

From the moment he took his first breath, life has been nothing but suspense, and he knows that it will continue to be so until his last breath escapes.

Life is not a friend, it does not provide comfort (he knows that all too well), and it only gives a chance to hurt.

One moment he is watching dazzling lights, the next moment he is lying in a broken cradle, with his mother's corpse next to his freshly scarred forehead, and the grief of his godfather spreading in the air.

That was the moment he had been officially crowned a fighter.

Death had already taken his parents, yet everyone else disappeared into Fate's clutches quicker.

He almost remembered green eyes, the exact shape, and size as his, crinkled with laughing lines, soft and gentle, but also glistered with unshed tears.

He almost remembered a voice, warm and loving, incoherent words whispered to his forehead and ears.

He almost remembered the fleeting warmth of kisses on cheeks and temple, not quite real — not anymore at least.

He tries to remember.

He wants to remember.

He needs to remember.

He doesn't.

When his nights had been full of maniacal laughter and light that unmistakable color of green; a color so similar to the shade of his eyes, he had prayed to any deity that he wouldn't remember.

Back in the cupboard when he still resented them for leaving him and thought they were drunks he had so desperately wanted to forget. But he doesn’t anymore. God, no. He wants to remember.

He wishes he could.

Things he almost remembered were just fleeting pictures of nothingness in the end. Only refreshed thanks to pictures from Hagrid and tales from his godfather. 

Tales and photos of a red-haired woman and a spectacle-wearing man brave as lions and dead as the snake that hung on the Gaunt Shack in Dumbledore's memories.

He almost remembered the unruly curls of his father's hair, he almost remembered his father's laughter, he almost remembered, he almost remembered, he almost remembered—

He was too young to remember anything of significance, but he indulged himself only to hold on to a reason to fight.

What he did remember was waking up in a dingy cupboard every day. 

He remembered being greeted by spiders every day.

He remembers his 'relatives,' as cruel as a burn from a candle. (He should know, it had been Aunt Petunia who had burned his hand when he had accidentally burnt the bacon.)

He remembered elementary school without someone holding his hand.

He remembered fingers pointed at him with laughter, remembered clothes too dirty, too big, too old.

He remembered crying first, laughing to hide the pain later. 

He remembered years with Sirius, a person he thought he wouldn’t be able to live without ever again but survived without anyway because he had no other choice. 

He remembered moments full of happy laughter, of moments cradled between strong arms, remembered soft promises in the night that nothing would ever change between them, remembered— remembered so much—

But the memories of previous years stayed exactly that: Memories, unchanging and painfully real while the cruelty of life went on. 

Sirius left him behind and so did Remus when death knocked on their door years later once again.

Harry was born a fighter and it seemed he will die as one too when death finally decided to come back for the last living Potter.

The earth would continue to spin until then, and Harry would carry on with a smile on his face till his long-awaited last breath was taken.

The boogeyman never cared for tears and they won’t start now either.

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@padfootastic

@ashesandhackles - Their post of 'Deconstructing Harry: The boy we meet in Philosopher's Stone to the man in Deathly Hallows,' is what inspired this in the first place.

@mystifiedmess

#Harry James Potter #Harry Potter #Angst #Lily Evans Potter #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #canon compliant #Do You ever realize how sad Canon is? #I'm Sorry - Not Really #Character Study

[demiclar]

Trespasser

Trespasser - Ao3

Shiro-4 meets his Nightmares aboard the Leviathan.

(I am once again asking Bungie for more Shiro-4 content. Please.)

The Leviathan makes his skin crawl. He’s not even out of his ship before it makes him feel as though there are spiders walking across his skin, synthetic and silicone as it is. Being here isn’t even his job. The Vanguard has already moved on from the Leviathan. Guardians still return to it from time to time, but it's mostly empty when Shiro lands on the front steps.

Not empty enough, he can’t help but think.

A figure waits for him on the steps, wreathed in deep red, a familiar Exo. He crosses his arms over his chest, giving Shiro a nod.

“Been waiting for you to show up.”

“Yeah?” Shiro mounts the steps, feigning disinterest. If the nightmare really is just some manifestation of his thoughts and fears, it must already know it’s exactly who Shiro is here to see. “Why’s that?”

Cayde doesn’t follow when Shiro passes him. He stands still on the steps until Shiro pauses and looks back. Everything in him tells him to run, not to look back and to leave the Leviathan now and never think of it again, but he doesn’t. He stops, turning back to face his old friend.

“He was here.”

Cayde’s face has shifted into glaring anger. The Darkness seems to swell around him, acid and burning, like the Witness is trying to mimic the power of Shiro’s friend.

“Why did you let him–”

“I didn’t–” It’s a shock how fast the Nightmare gets to him, how quickly Shiro’s walking back towards him. He forces himself to pause, to take a deep breath. “He’s not Uldren, and I didn’t let him come here. He doesn’t answer to me.”

“Why not?”

A new voice sounds behind him, and Shiro jerks in surprise, turning stumbling a step back before he can be boxed in. Andal Brask glares at him, a sniper rifle on his back, his cloak, the one that later became Cayde’s, hanging from his shoulders, the hood drawn over his head.

“Cayde and I aren’t there anymore. What happened to the Vanguard Dare? Why aren’t you organizing the Hunters?” Andal presses. He descends the steps towards Shiro, his brows pinched.

“That’s not–” He nearly stumbles on the steps, hurrying to back up as Andal advances faster than expected. He can feel the mass of writhing Darkness flowing from him, overwhelming Shiro in its potency. “That wasn’t Cayde’s Dare. The Vanguard position isn’t mine to take, he didn’t want that for me.”

“Guess what, pal, you don’t get that luxury.”

Another voice behind him, another Hunter at his back. Tevis Larsen stalks towards him.

“You think because you’re the last of us, you get to stop trying? You get to leave the Hunters to fend for themselves?” Tevis continues. His anger is the sharpest of all of them, edged with icy cold. “That’s not how this works, Shiro. You don’t get to abandon them.”

“You gave up on the Traveler.” Shiro snarls at Tevis, his own arc Light crackling in response to the Void he can almost feel from his friend.

“I didn’t give up on humanity.”

“Right, you went to the Black Garden and let the Vex destroy you.” Shiro can’t help his anger. These are his friends, he doesn’t want to fight with them and yet it’s all he can do. Their Darkness wraps around his heart, turning it black with vitriol.

“And what did you do?” Tevis challenges. “Run off to the Iron Temple so you could live with Saladin?”

Cayde’s face appears beside Tevis, a sneer on his lips. “And he left you, too. Didn’t he?”

The words threaten to cleave a hole into Shiro’s already aching chest. If he wasn’t already alight with anger, he’d have gone silent, but instead he roars in response.

“He didn’t–”

“Why didn’t you take the gig?” Andal’s voice silences him, silences all three of them. He always had that weight.

He’s standing high on the steps, looming over the three of them, cold and somber as he watches. For a moment, the hazy red seems to fade out of him, flesh and hard leather taking shape beneath. For a moment, he seems real, and grief floods Shiro’s circuits. For a moment he can only stare.

“I didn’t want to be locked up. Not after what happened to all of you.”

“Is it really so different from the life you live now?” Andal asks. “You don’t live in a tower, you live in a temple, but you’re still trapped. How often do you leave? You run scouting missions for nothing. There’s nothing of value there, you’re not protecting anyone. Shaw Han is there for the new Lights, what do you do?”

“Are you really going to let him lead the Hunters?” Cayde’s voice brushes icy talons over Shiro’s body. He knows exactly who Cayde means.

“He’s not Uldren.” He grits out.

“He has Uldren’s memories.” Tevis points out. “He knows exactly what he did, why he did it, how he did it. Is he really someone new?”

“I don’t get to make that choice.”

“You would if you were Hunter Vanguard.” Cayde says, and Shiro whirls on him, reaching out to shove him, only for his hands to slip straight through the Nightmare.

“You didn’t want that for me!” He snaps, advancing on his last friend. “You made your Dare so that I wouldn’t have to. You never gave me reason to kill you. I never wanted you to die.”

“But I’m dead.” Cayde tells him, that cruel sneer back on his lips. “Right?”

Shiro feels his face fall. He can’t help the sadness that overwhelms him, the desire to plead with these Nightmares, with the Witness to relent. His friends might be dead but this is worse than death. This is excruciating pain, souring their memories into something only Shiro could ever recognize because his mind is the one that made them. He knows what they are, he knows they're not real, that his friends would never speak like this, but they string their lies around him until he's caught in the Witness' web. He lets them wrap him in their spider's silk, and doesn't fight it.

“You’re hiding behind excuses.” Andal tells him. He’s closer now, just a step or two above the three of them. “It doesn’t matter what Cayde wanted for you. When I lost the Dare, I took the position. I didn’t want it, no one wants it, but it’s a job that needed to be done. You let the Hunters fall to ruin for your own selfish reasons. You’re a coward.”

The fight drains out of him, the cold of Andal’s words flooding his body.

“I can’t lead them.” Shiro whispers. He never could.

“You’re a coward.” Andal tells him again. “You are worthless, alone, and unwanted.” Shiro meets eyes of burning red as his friend closes in on him. “And it’s all you’ll ever be.”

#destiny game #destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #destcember2022 #destcember #destiny shiro-4 #Destiny Cayde-6 #Destiny Season of the Haunted #demiwrites

[thotsforvillainrights]

(Box is cleared! This one is from my drafts: Thanks for letting me give Skeptic a daughter officially. Now let me talk about her real quick please?)

~Tomoko Chikazoku~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Unfortunately for you, she’s more attached to Skeptic and it’s looking like it’ll be that way until she’s at least in her teen years. It doesn’t mean that she loves you any less so don’t worry! She just has an affinity toward leaning to Tomoyasu ever since she was just a little baby it seems. This isn’t always a great thing for him at least. She hits that age now where she throws temper tantrums at the smallest things (a hothead like her daddy), so when he rejects spending time with her in favor of work, she loses her mind. She’s a crier...She cries LOUD and for a long time, but has the odd ability to shut it off like a switch when she wants to. She spends a lot of time trying to pull him away from work for every little thing.

-This girl has a weird obsession with bugs. She loves all creepy crawlies and especially the spiders. For her 4th birthday, she wanted a spider and bug themed party. A lot of the kids in her class were scared of that, but there was also a good bit that enjoyed the various bug themed snacks and party favors. You’ll often find her playing out after it rained, picking up rocks along the walkway and collecting snails from underneath. You have to keep telling her to put them back. If you don’t then you’ll find them in the house again. Don’t even get me started with the frogs...

-Her favorite movie of all time is Hotel Transylvania 2. Nope not the first or any of the others. Just the second one only. To a 5 year old, watching the same movie over and over again never gets boring. To you and Tomoyasu it’s a different story. The two of you know the movie by heart now. You’ve basically been brainwashed and can act out the movie without reference if the two of you ever wanted to do so.

-She sleeps with a mushroom nightlight every night and she prefers that it stays on green no matter what. When you asked if that was her favorite color she said no. There is no explanation behind the green light, but you don’t question it much these days anymore.

-Tomoko is always invested in whatever Skeptic is working on. Although she doesn’t understand anything he’s doing, that won’t stop her from pulling up a chair and sitting next to him. She’ll watch him, mesmerized by the rapid typing on his keyboard. Most of the time she sits next to him and uses her coloring book. She has a large collection of them! Both her and Tomoyasu haven’t the best posture. She’s unfortunately picked it up by watching him so you’ll have to keep reminding him to sit up straight when around her at least.

-Absolutely adores daddy Skeptic’s ‘grown-up music’. You worked hard to curate a lovely kids playlist full of classic Ghibli songs as well as nursery rhymes. It’s all to waste since Tomoko prefers Gorillaz and Tame Impala now. “Tomoyasu, I’m not sure she should go back to school singing Dirty Harry to the rest of the kids. It’s a song concerning war and rather adult themes.” It’s a musical war you won’t win because Tomoko will whine until she hears her favorites come over the radio. Now your 5 year old knows all the words to songs she probably should know the words to just yet lol.

-The kid has a huge heart but also won’t let anyone step all over her. She’s a sweetheart always looking out for others around her. She takes her own school lunch and feeds it to the squirrels at recess (a habit you and Skeptic are trying to break her from). She helps out at school and around the house. She even tries to use all her strength in those tiny arms to open doors for strangers in public. You’ll have to help her with that one! At the same time, she’s not a push-over. Spending so much time with daddy she’s bound to pick up on some of his not so desirable traits. Poor Tomoyasu tries to hide his melt-downs from his daughter but she’s caught the tail end of a few of them, secretly watching from a distance as he berates an associate over the phone. One day you got called to the school because she scared the crap out of another little girl that tried to bully her. The only thing more unnerving than an angry Skeptic is an angry Tomoko.

-Sneaks out of bed when she’s supposed to be asleep because she wants to stay up with you and Skeptic. I’d be careful if you two were up to anything less than favorable or inappropriate. You never know what tiny feet may be roaming the halls in search of you two.

-Has been begging you for 2 years to get a pet bunny rabbit. She will likely keep it up until you guys get her one. Right now it may be too much responsibility for a 5 year old to pursue. Still I wish you luck in having to tell her ‘no’ yet again. It’s a battle of persistence and you just might lose. Especially with the way Skeptic crumbles beneath her puppydog eyes. 

#tomoyasu chikazoku #dad!skeptic #skeptic bnha #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mla #meta liberation army

[reflected-ship]

A fluffy spider-wasp sits politely on Roa's dashboard, wearing an elaborate "Hallowed Ween" costume. He's wrapped in silken mummy bandages and draped in layers upon layers of sparkling jewelry -- painstakingly applied makeup and various accents of his outfit awash in flaked gold and iridescent micro-shimmer.

"Trick or treat!"

It had been a normal day today, though the Umbramaker was aware of the date. Believe it or not, she might’ve actually gotten into the Halloween spirit— well, long ago, that is. Alas, mirror Halcandra didn’t participate in any equivalent tradition in her time, and she doesn’t concern herself with such things anymore. Too many things to think and overthink and worry about.

The real tragedy here, though, isn’t the ship’s lost sense of fun and whimsy: it’s the fact that someone put in all the effort to get dressed up and fancy and sparkly and she can’t even see any of it. Of the many downsides to hardly trusting anyone, let alone enough to let them fiddle about with any of her systems or hardware, is the fact that lacking internal cameras has just been a part of life she’s accepted for all this time. It also means she doesn’t have any idea who this stranger who just randomly showed up to sit on her dashboard is, even when he speaks up.

Hopefully the fancy arachninsect doesn’t mind being teleported out into the snow by a very, very startled Roa. She was not expecting visitors today, let alone for anyone to show up inside without even going through her entrance.

In other words, seems there are no treats to be had by either party here. Happy Hall of Weed or whatever…

#ask response #roa #((Nobody wins!))

[swordofguts]

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Trauma

Wake up, eat, work, watch tv, go to bed, rehash for a year. When that becomes your life you end up with a lot of time to reflect. Maybe living life fast enough makes you miss opportunities and waste the ones given to you. Maybe a relationship founded on antagonism can’t ever last. The phrase, ‘words hurt’, ends up meaning more when you get used to hitting someone where the callouses have built up, but what happens when you miss and hit a nerve.

You make up and promise to start over again until the next nerve gets hit. Your goals for success are drifting apart and are now reaching a point of irreconcilability. The breakup comes over text. Your unspoken fear is that they’re afraid of you. They say they can’t put in the effort anymore and hope you understand. They want to stay friends, really.

You both know that's a lie. There’s been too many secrets shared that have created too much baggage for this to go back to being a friendship again.

You discover from one of the few people you’re still in contact with that she got on a dating app a week after your breakup. That year-long relationship didn’t mean more than a pile of Clydesdale horse shit.

Friends reach out. They say they always knew she was bad news. That they never liked her anyway. That you're better off. You tell yourself you believe it. That’s the second lie you know is a lie as you're saying it. Your friend group feels increasingly untenable since your now former lover is a mutual friend with them.

As a worker in the film industry you try to focus on your career but then a pair of strikes happen and your livelihood gets shut down. Your life is now on pause with one thing dominating your thoughts. You pick up a delivery app job to pay the bills in the meantime, but that leaves you with more unfilled silence that you inevitably fill with what-could-have-beens and what-I-could-have-done-differently.

You’ve always kept most people at a six foot distance. Growing up you got too used to being the butt of most jokes so you cope by putting up a giant black veil over your personal life. You reason that what people don’t know can’t be used against you.

You had that barrier, but what the hell, aren’t you supposed to confide everything in your partner? So you share everything. Your hopes and fears, even the ugly things you’ve never shown anyone else. That kid from when you were 12 that put his hands where you didn’t want them. The ways in which the impact has made you feel uncomfortable in the bedroom.

It doesn’t take long after the breakup for you to discover that she’s given this information out to people outside of the relationship. Apparently she was frustrated in bed and decided to vent to strangers about it.

You let the barrier down, but it turns out it was just a trojan horse.

Growing up you had a father who wanted the best for you, but that best ended up being up feeling always out of reach. He had a temper that always seemed to get aimed at you. So you grow up with the vow that you’ll never have a temper like an H bomb.

She tells you you have blue eyes that look like hurricane formations or calm oceans on a dime. You wonder whether or not those were words of adoration or caution now. You didn’t outgrow the man with a temper, you just lived long enough to become him.

But there is hope (as I’m writing this with three months left in the year) in this life. Tonight I reconnected with an old friend from back when I had a real life. We go to a concert for the music from Spider-Man Into The Spider Verse together. We talk about our lives lived with hopes and fears, regrets and successes. You realize that all those relationships that you thought had been tainted were really still always there. You just had to take that leap of faith.

You don’t know where this road you’re on is going to take you or whether you’ll enjoy every bump or snag. You don’t know where you stand in this industry and your place in it has never felt more uncertain. You are, however, sure of one thing. You will always possess the power to put one foot in front of the other, to carry on in the face of all that insists you turn back. For that is the capacity allows us all to live the lives we deserve. Someone else will come along that you’ll be able to share your burdens with. You will live in the light of tomorrow instead of the twilight of yesterday. You will live and you will love.

#breakup #trauma #uplifitng

[rosepetalmark]

[9:27pm]

↬ mark lee x reader ↬1.1k words ↬ genre: smut (mentions of sex), fluff ↬your first time with your boyfriend doesn’t go exactly as planned

“I don’t know what to do,” he whines, awkwardly staring into your pleading eyes. 

“well neither do i!” you shout, sinking yourself further into mark’s bed, hoping you’d somehow slip deeply into his navy blue spider-man sheets  and fall into another dimension so you could escape this awkward situation and forget it ever happened. 

unfortunately, you know that won’t ever happen, because you’re stuck in real life and not a cheesy disney movie you used to watch religiously as a kid. you’re here, with mark, sitting ever so close to one another yet feeling so far away, simply because you were so invested in one another and ripped away each other’s clothing too fast before you could even think, forgetting the fact that you’re both inexperienced virgins. 

the most you’ve ever done was heavily make out. 

it’s not as if you don’t want to have sex with him,  it’s just that neither of you know what to do- resulting in confusion and embarrassment to take over the rush of lust you just had. and you’re enjoying your relationship with mark with or without sex- you’re just ecstatic to be in his presense. you both just got a little too carried away, forgetting that you’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before with each other, let alone other people. 

the thought of sex was entirely new to the both of you, causing a wave of anxiety to waver over your boyfriend whenever the opportunity potentially arose. 

“will you break up with me if my dick’s too small for your liking?” he pouts, his forehead crinkling with wrinkles at the fear of you not wanting him anymore based on the size of his genitalia. 

“now why would I do that? If your farts haven’t driven me away nothing will.”

“what if I break my dick? will I need a cast? oh my god why do these questions never come up in health class? All they say is use a condom and don’t get anyone pregnant!”

“mark.” you whine, quite confused at how absurd he’s being. he’s a guy for christ’s sake, weren’t they all horny and allegedly aware of how sex happens? 

“it happened on grey’s anatomy! remember when lexie and sloan were hooking up in the on-call room and then bam! she broke his dick.” he pouts, worry spreading all over his face. “I don’t want to break my dick, that seems so painful. and embarrassing!”

ah yes, the infamous dick breaking scene. considering neither of you know how riding a dick works or haven’t experienced it, you highly doubt that would happen during your first time with your boyfriend. but you won’t let such an improbable instance stop you from comforting mark, because clearly he’s distressed and in need of reassurance. 

“baby it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. I'm not going anywhere and if it causes you so much anxiety maybe we should wait.” you console him, wanting to take all the pressure off him if it were even possible, because when mark gets worked up it takes a long time to calm him down.

smirking, you gently bring your hand to his soft flushed face. “and besides, i promise you’re not going to end up with a broken penis.” 

sighing, he raises his eyebrows and gives you a cold stare. “they didn’t expect it to happen on greys and it did. and they’re lucky they worked in a hospital and could fix it quickly because in my case it’ll take more than 5 minutes to get to one.”

rolling your eyes, you switch your position on his bed from laying down beside him, to plopping your body on his thighs, straddling him as he continues to babble about his concerns over a potential broken dick, stroking the hair on his forehead to ease him of his worries. “well, if it does break we can always use a popsicle stick and tape as a makeshift cast before we head to the hospital.”

thank you grey’s anatomy for ingraining something so graphic and uncommon in your boyfriend's brain. 

“babyyyy.” he pleads, rolling his eyes as the words leave your mouth. “oh my god do you know how embarrassing that would be if it happens? i’ll never be able to have sex again. oh my god babe we haven’t even had sex and now i think i want to stay a virgin the rest of my life.” 

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter, tears beginning to stream down your face at the worry mark was expressing.  it’s not that you were making fun of his concerns per say- just the fact that the scenarios he was pitching were so far fetched and highly unlikely to occur. 

caressing his face, you can’t help but pout at his concerned stare.

“you’re literally the cutest.”

“now is not the time to be calling me cute. i’m panicking.”

“about me breaking your dick?” you chuckle, gazing up at his widened orbs, the worry in his heart causing them to gloss over beautifully.

“yes!”

“well if we’re doing missionary then you just shove your dick in and out of me repeatedly. and besides, wouldn’t it be adorable if out of everyone in the world to possibly break their penises during sex, it’s us?” you joke, trying your best to ease the tension in the room.

“you’re the worst, you know that?” he groans, placing his chin in the crook of your neck as he holds your body tightly. 

“if i’m the worst i probably would’ve made a tik tok right now explaining this situation which possibly could’ve gone viral, but i’m here giving you hugs and kisses trying to ease your concerns.”

chuckling, he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and stares into your delicate eyes. “would you actually tell people about this?”

“mark, my love.” you began to say, running your soft fingers against his sharp jawline, drawing small circles along his face and neck as you admired his delicate presence. “I would never air out any of our fights or concerns to anyone, let alone random strangers on the internet. your concerns are valid and i’m here to help you through them, not to make you feel bad.”

“i love you.” he whispers, kissing your forehead as you begin to melt into  his embrace, hugging your body tighter into his. “you always make me feel better. hopefully some time in the future i’ll be mentally ready for all this, but as for right now i’m content with making out with you and playing with your boobs if that’s okay?”

“only you would ask to play with my boobs in a situation like this you weirdo.” you laugh, melting at how cute your boyfriend was being. he may be a man with several far fetched concerns, but he’s your man with far fetched concerns and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#nct #nct 127 #mark lee #mark lee smut #mark lee scenarios #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream #nct fluff #nct blurbs #mark lee timestamps #nct timestamps #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #mark lee imagines #nct 127 smut

[hollandsangel]

once again | peter parker

part two of once before! i really love this concept and am thinking about adding one more part!

summary: it’s hard for peter to forget the past, and harder for him to live in the present

warnings: possibly very incoherent and insensible, wrote this while watching jurassic park idk if any of it makes sense. post nwh, soft and sad peter

wc: 826 (ish i think)

part three

not my gif !

peter tries to avert his thoughts from the first time he took you to the museum of natural history as you skip down the sidewalk ahead of him, trench coat flapping leisurely in the wind.

“pete!” you throw a grin over your shoulder and stop along the concrete, arm outstretched and waiting for him, “c’mon babe.” you urge him forward with a wave of your hand and he can’t help but smile back, trying to shake away his previous thoughts.

“i’m here.” his fingers intertwine with yours, and he tugs you into his side, kissing your temple as you wrap your other hand around his bicep.

“i haven’t been here since i was like, nine,” you tell him, excitement seeping into your words and your posture, evident in the way you bounce on your toes.

“what? we—“ he catches himself, realizing again, for the umpteenth time that he’d forgotten you’d forgotten. so he shakes the memory away, the memory of you bounding through the large glass doors with just as much excitement and joy as you had just now, only in a different outfit. it had been a sunny day in may, and peter thinks maybe that had been your first official date. without mj or ned or flash stealing your attention away from him.

mj.

ned.

god, even flash.

it’s desprate, the attempts he makes at not thinking about them too often. he’s still working his way into their lives. he had gotten lucky that you, ned and mj were still friends, that despite him not being a part of your memories you still found your way to each other. he believes it’s some twisted version of fate. that notwithstanding the obstacles, the universe still melded the three of you together. to him.

“peter?” you stare at his side profile, a little worried as you’d watched his relaxed and smiling jaw set tightly, “what were you saying?”

he blinks rapidly to shake himself away from his thoughts and squeezes your fingers between his, “uhh, sorry i um, i was just—i haven’t been here in a while either.”

not since that one day in may.

“oh..” you don’t fully believe that was all that was going through that big brain of his, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about it, so decide to let it go, “we’ll get to rediscover everything together then.”

he thinks about this deeper than in just the way you had meant it.

“perfect.” he stares at you, and he really believes what he says. it’s the type of certanity he doesn’t feel too often anymore, but he finds it comes easier when you’re pressed against his ribs.

“okay.” you kiss him quickly, too quickly for him to really savour the press of your lips to his, and when you pull away his lips are still pursed, chasing after you.

you’re giggling as you stand there, leaning back and away from him with your hand still wrapped around his arm. these are his favourite moments. the ones that don’t feel like making up for lost time or starting over, but rather re-emerging in time. like he was dropped off directly where he had left.

he’s smiling too now, wide and real as he bends forward to kiss you again, smiling mouths making it difficult but so sweet his teeth ache.

peter knows he needs to let go of his past. he knows he needs to try to be with you now, not dwell on what you had then.

so that’s what he tries to do, standing in front of a large kiosk displaying a map in the middle of the museum's foyer. he tries to let go of what he once had with you and cling to what he has now.

not everyone gets a second chance

he reminds himself, thinking of all the things he’d wanted to do differently before.

missing your sixth month anniversary because he was on patrol, you finding out he was spider-man only because he’d been walking on eggshells around you and you thought he was seeing someone else, losing you.

he got to do it all again, he got to make it all up to you. he never missed an anniversary this time around, every date with even the most minuscule of meaning he was there for. he told you he was spider-man the right way, texting you to come to the top of your apartment building where you found him in his suit. he swung you through times square, wanting to show you the good parts of this side of his life first. and he wasn’t going to lose you. not again.

“okay, where should we go first?” you press your hand to his chest, half your sentence muttered against his mouth.

he turns to the map and tucks you tighter into his body, “uhh, biodiversity or planetary sciences?” he asks, smiling when he looks back in your direction.

“ooh biodiversity, i wanna see the giant whale.” and then you’re tugging him off in the direction of the hall, it’s all he can do to follow you, steps falling in sync with yours.

and there it was again, that feeling of i’ve been here before. but maybe it wasn’t that you’d been there before, but you’d been with him. a thousand times over, in every life time, choosing each other once again.

“perfect.” he repeats the sentiment from earlier, because it is, this moment; perfect.

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[pennyserenade]

eye of the tiger for hope 

pairing: tasm!peter parker x female!reader, tasm!peter parker x nameless female oc rating: t ( teen ) warnings: language, some kissing, yearning, angst.  word count: 1.3k+ summary: peter parker and his co-worker get a little closer than intended notes: i desperately wanted to write something with this peter, because i love him. in my mind this definitely took place a little bit after tasm 2, maybe somewhere after no way home, but there’s no spoilers or anything regarding that. i just want to fix him, yanno, sad little peter parker. i might make this into a series but i don’t know. if at all interested, just tell me to tag you in future peter stuff ! original gif by: @nobodynocrime​

He grazes her hand with his fingers, and his eyes watch her expectantly, as if he’s expecting she’s going to tell him to stop. He is handsome like this, more handsome than he’s ever been to her, with that furrow in his brow and the hesitant air about him she finds oddly romantic. She can tell he is nervous. It’s nice to have a man like Peter Parker be nervous about you.

“It’s been a while,” he had said, that first night they went out for drinks, over the third beer. She had asked him if he had been seeing anyone, just out of curiosity. She’d noticed he’d never worn a ring and that he didn’t have any photos up in his cubicle. She shouldn’t have asked it, but the beer made her feel lighter and she wanted to know more about this enigma who took photos of spider-man. Well, used to. Spider-man didn’t show up much anymore, but Peter was still known as the go-to guy.

He picked at the label of the beer and bit his lip, awkward in the wake of his confession. to ease the tension, he laughed softly, but she could sense the heavy weight of his sorrow; it pierced through the sound, making sad of what she could tell was once beautiful. She hadn’t noticed it before, the way he looked. though he was handsome, Peter felt muted, like there had once been something bright about him that had long gone out.

She laughed too. “Yeah, I get that,” she told him. “Each year it seems to get harder, dating. The longer I’m single, the more I come to like it.”

Peter shifted in his seat, leaning back to look at her. “Mm,” he agreed. “I don’t know if I necessarily like it, but it’s easier. Dating is too complicated for me right now.”

She didn’t know why she said it—whether it was the alcohol she had been sipping gingerly at or just pure thoughtlessness—but she said, “You do seem busy. Surely taking photographs can’t be that demanding, especially since your star man is gone this year.”

Luckily, Peter was Peter, so he smiled at the comment and didn’t take offense to it.

He had turned his hands into a makeshift camera, and brought it up to his face. “My photos don’t make the cover of the paper because I rush to get them. Gotta find those angles, you know.”

He smiled at her, a real smile, one that was effortless and felt as though it belonged to a version of him that he hadn’t known for awhile. She was absorbed in it, and stared a little too long at those lips of his. She watched the smile fade into a relaxed frown. His finger camera slowly dissolved. She glanced up and caught his eyes, and they shared something indescribable. It made her heart thud in her chest and her palms sweaty.

She had looked away, because she was a coward and because he had said dating was too messy, and she didn’t want to be a girl who dated men who thought that, even if they were as kind as Peter.

As he leans closer to her now, she recalls a passage in The Great Gatsby, the one where Gatsby realizes that kissing Daisy means he will never again be able to imagine a different version of it—or of her. It sort of feels like that, momental in a way she can’t quite understand. Peter isn’t someone she knows well, but this—it feels so intimate she almost doesn’t want it. She will kiss him and she will forever know the taste of him, and the feel, and she won’t ever wonder what if. She will know what if.

Peter parts his lips and looks at hers. She closes her eyes. His breath is warm as he leans close. He holds onto her arms, pulling her closer. She doesn’t think he will ever do it, she thinks that they will stand here forever, bound to this time, because everything feels so unreal.

But then he does. He kisses her so softly, a mere peck, before he pulls back and lets out a shaky breath. She opens her eyes to look at him, and she realizes he’s crying. Before she can ask why, before she can really even realize that the liquid on his cheeks is indeed tears, Peter kisses her again. He brings up a hand to cradle her jaw and he parts her lips with his tongue.  It is not too much, even in its intensity; he kisses her with so much unadulterated passion, she feels sorry she hadn’t met him sooner.

When they part from each other, his eyes remain closed. The tears she saw stained his face.

“Are you alright, Peter?” she asks, softly.

He nods, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Yes,” he says. “It’s just been a long time, you know.”

She moves her face out of his hand and wraps her frame around his, embracing him tightly.

She’s glad to find that Peter embraces her back, wrapping his arms around her and burying himself in her neck.

After a moment, he gathers himself and pulls back. That tension easing, heavy chuckle fills the air between them again. “Nothing more embarrassing than crying on the shoulder of a girl you just kissed. That’s a little too awkward, even for me, and I’m sure you know I’m pretty good at being awkward.”

She laughs softly. Her hands reach up and grab onto the sides of his jacket, “You’ve always been endearing, Peter Parker. Just endearing.”

He wipes his eyes. “Even now?“ he laughs.

“Especially now,” she says. “I think a man with a bit of vulnerability to him is good. I mean, you really can’t beat this.” She bites her lip and looks down at the zipper on his sweater. “I only hope you’re okay with a girl who makes you cry when you kiss her. That’s a new one for me. A bit humbling,  but.”

He laughs again, more sincerely. “It’s only because you’re so pretty. It’s really moving.”

She looks at him. “Oh yeah? That’s relieving, I thought maybe being single for too long had given me some long term effects I hadn’t realized.”

Peter shakes his head, “No,” he whispers, leaning closer to her again. “I think you’re a good kisser, actually.“

She looks down at his lips. “Well, you’ve got some nice lips on you, too,” she comments. “I think I could get used to them.”

Peter smiles, before pressing his lips to hers again.

“Mm,” he nods, pulling back. “Yeah, that’s definitely good. Though I think maybe testing it out a couple more times, throughout the week, maybe even month, maybe even years, to develop a better idea wouldn’t hurt. What do you think?”

“I think I like the sound of that, Peter Parker.”

“Oh, that’s good. It’s a little ego-boosting, even.”

She laughs. “Don’t let it get to your head. I don’t like them egotistical. I’m more for the nerds.”

He grimaces, “Ouch, knock him while he’s down.”

She leans up and kisses him again. “Oh, no, don’t worry. That’s very sexy right now, being nerdy. It’s a real turn-on for a lot of people.”

He looks at her, amused, and his thumb swipes gently back and forth on her jaw. “Well, that’s comforting. I’ve been looking forward to my come-back.”

She thinks of The Great Gatsby passage again, looking up at him. Some sort of vibrance has returned, and she’s so happy to be here, in this quiet little alleyway they shouldn’t be in, with him pressed against her like this. The warmth of him radiating onto her. Reality is much better than illusion.

She is happy she will never again not know what it is to kiss Peter Parker.

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[thebeautyoffanfics]

TBHK boys get break up pranked by reader ?angst to fluff please!!😢👉👈

kou minamoto x gn!reader, teru minamoto x gn!reader, akane aoi x gn!reader, tsuchigomori x gn!reader, hanako x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader

a/n: heck yea, we love angst to fluff!!!! Thank you so much for requesting <33 (also, by tbhk boys, i just kinda,,, threw my favorites, and some characters that seem to be requested fairly often in there! If i missed anyone you particularly wanted to see, feel free to let me know, and i’ll gladly add them <3)

Also, I’m sorry that these are so short,,;; i’m not entirely sure how to lengthen them;;;; and I’m not sure how well they fit into angst to fluff,,,, i’m really sorry;;;

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,939

Kou Minamoto <3

“Kou, I… I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s going to work between us. I think we should break up.”

Please, don’t make me describe his face… please, don’t do this to me… my heart, my heart hurts just thinking about it. But- his heart hurts worse.

His eyes will widen, but they won’t be filled with the usual sparkle of joy he gets when looking at you. His usual smile and blush will quickly drain from his face, as he narrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“H… huh-?”

“You heard me, Kou. Don’t make me say it again.”

He does his best not to cry on the spot, and you’ll instantly start to feel guilty. You try not to let the guilt get under your skin just yet- it’s a prank. You know it’s a prank, but Kou doesn’t.

“Why? What- what did I do?”

“It’s nothing you did, Kou. We just… can’t work out. Really, it isn’t you.”

His mouth forms a straight line, slightly panicking, but he’ll nod. That… makes sense. No- no, it really doesn’t- not for your relationship. You seemed happy, didn’t you? Did he say something? Did he hurt you? What happened-??

“No, wait, Kou, no- don’t cry, don’t cry-”

“I’m not! No worries, (Y/N), it’s fine, I’ll-”

“It’s a prank, Kou! Please, don’t cry-”

He’d pause, blinking a bit, then tilting his head slightly- confusion written all over his face.

It settled in for a moment, as you hugged him, Kou hugging back instantly. Once it clicked, he was instantly relieved, tightening the hug a bit and huffing.

“You scared me, (Y/N)... I wasn’t crying though. But you did scare me- please, don’t do that again.”

“I’m sorry, Kou, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise!”

Teru Minamoto <3

“I’m sorry, Teru, but I don’t think things can work between us anymore. It’s not you, I just… think we should see other people.”

He’ll raise his eyebrows, then narrow them, confusion evident on his face, much like his brother reacted. He wouldn’t lose his cool- he wouldn’t get emotional. However, he did feel his heart aching.

“Ah… alright. I’m sorry if I did anything, (Y/N). Is there any way we could make things work? Talk to me.”

“You didn’t do anything, Teru. I just- I just don’t think it can work. Sorry.”

Teru bit his lip a bit, nodding. He turned, planning to walk away, but-

But you wouldn’t let him walk away :)) so, you grabbed his wrist.

He’d turn around, offering you a confused expression, the hurt still evident on his face. Honestly, he really needed to get home to sort out his emotions. “If you would, please, let go, (Y/N).”

“Sorry, sorry, Teru! Can’t do that!” You chirped, tugging him a bit so he’d face you.

Our boy is so confused- why are you suddenly in a better mood??

OH-

“It was a prank!” You declared, tossing your hands up, “don’t be mad, please!”

Teru sighed, placing a hand on his chest. “Oh, thank goodness, (Y/N). I was so scared… of course, I wasn’t about to let you go that easily, but, still-”

He pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours. Expect a slightly more affectionate Teru- he’s gonna be a tad bit paranoid now. No way is anyone gonna take you from him >:((

Akane Aoi <3

“Akane, I think we should… break up.”

Panic. Instant panic. You can see the panic on his face immediately, as his eyes widen.

No, no way. This couldn’t be happening to him- years of pining after Aoi, only to have you introduced into his life. You were someone he loved as dearly as he did Aoi. Someone who returned his feelings.

Having you love him was the best feeling ever… this, on the other hand, was anything but nice.

“Break up-? Why??”

He’ll reach for your arms, heart breaking when you stepped back, looking away from him. To him, you were looking away because you felt bad for having to split up. In reality, you were looking away to avoid the guilt slowly bubbling up in your stomach. It’s a prank- that’s what you had to tell yourself. In just a few moments you could hug him and smother his precious face in kisses.

“Because… you’re,” You stepped forward, booping his nose, “too cute!”

“........(Y/N), I promise you, if this is a prank-”

“It’s a prank~!”

Akane groaned, rolling his eyes, but placing his head against your shoulder. “(Y/NNNNN), honestlyyyyy.”

You patted his back, then wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his face gently. “I’m sorry, Akaneeee...”

“You’re fine…” He responded, wrapping his arms around you. He may sulk just a tiny bit, but he won’t be like that for long. By the next day, he’ll be acting normal- though he may use that prank against you lightheartedly.

Tsuchigomori <3

“Tsuchigomori… I’m sorry, but I think we should see other people,” You spoke. Goodness knows you had to put all of your acting skills into this one, since Tsuchigomori could see through lies easier than anyone else you knew.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” “(Y/N), you literally cannot keep secrets from me. Lying is no different. What kind of prank is this? A trend?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair- your reaction brought a grin to your spider-like boyfriend’s face.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sure I would have been fairly hurt if you were being genuine, so… don’t bother with jokes like that.”

(Actually, there was a part of him concerned that you were being honest. But! He trusted his instincts, praying that you were just joking. He had never been happier to tell truth from lies.)

Hanako <3

“Hanako… I’m sorry, I don’t think things will work between us. We should break up.”

“Hah?”

A million thoughts run through his mind, despite his somewhat unreadable expression. Was it because he was dead? Of course- he knew it would happen. Who would be willing to date a ghost? A murderer at that. He was unlovable. He knew it.

“...I understand, (Y/N), but… don’t play with my heart like that.”

“I’m not playing around, Hanako. Stop taking everything like it’s a joke.”

Hanako shrugged, ignoring how his heart ached. “I think the joke is you not considering things like the obvious before you accepted my confession. Dating a supernatural is clearly not easy, and you walked into this knowing that.”

This time, you were the one with an unreadable expression. What… did he mean? Was he scolding you? Or… rejecting your rejection-?

“What do you mean?” You sighed, faking annoyance as you placed a hand on your hip.

“I mean, you got yourself into this relationship, so you should be willing to stick with it until the end~. I get it though, so, if you really didn’t think that far, then so be it-”

“Fine, I give in.”

Hanako raised his eyebrows, holding a hand to his mouth, curious as to what you were about to say. Did he really just uno reverse your break up?

“It was aaaaaa prank,” You added, pulling your lower eyelid down and sticking your tongue out. It was impressive- you almost seemed similar to him! Impressive indeed!

Hanako grinned, the pain on his heart being suddenly lifted as he basically tackled you into a hug. Kisses were placed against your cheek, before he nuzzled the side of his face into yours.

“I knew you couldn’t do me like that, (Y/NNNN)~.”

Did he really know that? Of course not. And that fear would never leave him, worrying that he would one day not be enough for you. But! For now, the two of you were together, happy in the relationship you were in. That was enough for him <3

Tsukasa Yugi <3

“We should break up, Tsukasa. I’m really sorry, it just… can’t work.”

Won’t let you break up with him. He won’t- he genuinely won’t.

Clings to you, pouting up at you, as you look down at him, feigning sadness.

“I’m sorry, Tsukasa- please, let go of me.”

“Nope! You’re mine, (Y/N). You can’t break up with me!! You’re mine- forever and ever, no matter what!”

(His expression was wide-eyed and somewhat innocent, but thinking about his words… they were certainly questionable.)

You tried to play along a bit more. Telling him you were serious, attempting to push him away. But, that was to no avail. Tsukasa wasn’t giving in, so you eventually had to-

“Alright, alright. It was a prank, Tsukasa… though I guess it didn’t get far with you.”

“Haha! Nope! And you won’t get far either <3”

“Huh?”

“Hm?”

Honestly? Who knows what that meant. You didn’t get it, and you couldn’t be sure Tsukasa understood either. All he knew was he loved you- therefore, he wouldn’t let you do something so silly like break up with him! Like Tsuchigomori, he's virtually impossible to break-up prank- like Hanako, he's virtually impossible to actually break up with.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

“I… I think we should break up, Mitsuba. It’s not you, really-”

“Tch. Of course it isn’t me, idiot,” Mitsuba interrupted. He wasn’t there to listen to the extent of your acting skills (though he didn’t realize you were acting). “If you’re gonna split up with me, just get it over with. We should break up? Fine. Not like a pervert like you deserves someone as cute and pure as me anyway.”

Despite his words and furrowed eyebrows, his eyes alone showed how heartbroken he felt. His lower lip trembled a bit, though he attempted to stop it by pouting. No, he wouldn’t be the one crying in this situation! Not yet, at least-

“Great then. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” You retorted, laughing bitterly. Ahh, no, this was getting too real for him- you were serious, weren’t you? Could this be a joke?

Mmh, who cared? Mitsuba was here to defend himself, even if it was at the cost of your feelings. If you were going to hurt his heart like that, then he’d do his best to take a jab at yours- or at least your ego.

“Great. Then, why are you lingering? Getting a last look at my cute face?”

“Hm… yeah-”

“Pervert.”

“Excuse mE, let me finish,” You sighed, ruffling his hair lightly, “surprise! It’s a prank!”

His face was honestly golden- his reaction to hearing that it was a prank even better than his reaction when the prank was in action. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though watering just barely from the previous aching in his heart, mouth agape slightly.

Then, his eyebrows furrowed deeper, displaying anger. The way his shoulders sank for a moment showed his relief, though they tensed up quickly, as he prepared himself to yell at you. “Idiot! Pervert! Who do you think you are, trying to play with my heart like that?! What right do you have to-”

You cut him off by cupping his face, pouting slightly- his face burned as he avoided eye contact, hand raised slightly as if contemplating pushing you away. It was clear he didn’t really want you to stop though.

“Sorry, sorry~. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, Mitsuba. You’ve got very cute reactions, you know?”

“Hmph. You sound like you’re quoting porn-”

“Mention porn one more time and the prank won’t be a prank anymore-”

“Liar. Idiot. Stupid pervert, you’re a liar.”

You laughed lightly, squishing his face as you closed your eyes. “Maybe I’m a tad bit of a liar. But, when you pretend to not be upset, I’m sure you’re lying as well~.”

“Hah. I don’t lie.”

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[pluviophile-imagines]

HELLO im here to nudge you over the edge!! please tell us ab fashion designers asahi and mitsuya <3

your wish is my command 👁️👁️

takashi starts the job a day late. he’d been embarrassed when he asked for the first day off—it’s not professional, not in the slightest—but his supervisor is understanding when he explains it’s for his little sister’s graduation. he’s diligent when his real first day comes along, intent on proving his dedication, listening adamantly for the first half of the day as he’s introduced to the whole team and shown around the office. it’s not until lunchtime that he starts to feel mostly oriented and his supervisor lets him go.

“your partner’s another student.” she gestures towards a table, where a man his age sits with his head down while another person perches on the top with legs crossed, looking intently at a camera while talking to him. “he knows to expect you, it would’ve been nice to have yesterday for you two to get to know each other but i’ll let you go for lunch now so you can go introduce yourself.”

so he does as recommended, approaching the pair of you with his bento in hand. you look up as he comes close, waving with the camera itself. the man doesn’t lift his head.

“heya! you’re the other apprentice, right?”

takashi nods, taking an empty seat.

“bold choice.” your friendly grin does little to discourage him as you return your attention to your camera. in fact your words seem to impact the man he assumes is his new partner more—he groans, rolling his head on the table and huffing in annoyance. it doesn’t stop you from continuing with a snicker. “you’ll get yourself blacklisted. azumane’s a gangster, you know.”

“stop,” he groans into the desk, making you all-out cackle.

“aw, come off it, they’re spreading it around already so he’s bound to find out soon enough, better to rip the band-aid off now. don’t go telling anyone else, though, newbie. he’ll threaten you if you do.”

“oh?” takashi sits down, already amused by the strange dynamic between the two of you.

you nod. “yeah. yeah, he’ll drag you into a dark corner and cry at you until you promise not to spread rumors anymore. terrifying.”

“enough.” azumane sounds like he’s in agony, but he picks up his head, pouting at his food as he makes a half-assed attempt to poke at it. “it’s bad enough half the models are scared of me.”

“ooo, so scary,” you coo at him, almost like you’re talking to a cat. you certainly reach out like you’re going to pet him—but your hand falls to his ear instead of his head, tugs on it so cruelly it pulls a yelp from him. “quit pouting, say hi to our new friend.”

“hi. i’m not a gangster, i don’t know where that rumor started.”

takashi frowns. “what rumor?”

“that one of the new apprentices was in a gang.” you snicker again, clearly unconvinced by whoever had told you. “kinda juvenile, huh?”

“uh, yeah.” he can’t say he’s as amused by that rumor as you are. luckily you misunderstand the look on his face.

“don’t worry, azumane here’s had the misfortune of that talk following him around since high school but i’m pretty sure he’d melt down if he had to kill a spider. i’m the junior photographer, by the way.” you give your name and hold up the camera as proof. “also an apprentice, of a kind. we should start a club.”

“careful, or they’ll start saying we’re all in a gang.”

that cackle is adorable, he decides, even if it’s also a little mean-spirited. azumane at least seems to take it well, fully sitting up to glare at you with more endearment than conviction as you desperately try not to throw yourself off the table with your laughter. now that he’s not hunched over it’s clear to see why one might find him off putting—he’s big, even sitting down, with facial hair to go along with the shoulder-length locks pushed back by a headband.

“oh, by all means, laugh it up. i’m very glad you both enjoy my pain.”

“it’s funny because it’s not true, azumane.” you finally decide that the perch isn’t worth the risk of falling, easing yourself down into the seat between the two of them. “you’re the least scary guy i know, you’ll win over those models in no time.”

“most guys wanna be at least a little intimidating, you know,” he grumbles at you.

your nose wrinkles. “first you don’t want people to be scared of you, now you wanna be intimidating? make up your mind.”

“no, no, he’s right. intimidating but not too much, gotta find the right balance.”

“thank you, uh…” azumane turns to him, and takashi holds out his hand over the table.

“mitsuya takashi. i look forward to working with you.”

“azumane asahi.” he shakes. “i swear i’m not a thug, no matter what they’ll tell you.”

takashi gives a huff of laughter in response. “i fully believe you.”

#ask.🌧 #sunaluvs #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #azumane asahi x reader #TY AJKSHFDB I HAD A PLOT BUNNY A READER APPEARED TO ME IN A VISION #mayhaps i should make a tag for this if people r gonna encourage me KJDHFB #mitsumane apprenticeship arc #ok time to go back n tag the other posts #mine.🌧 #char.🌧 asahi #char.🌧 mitsuya #for the record asahi n the reader know each other from a prior gig #and disclaimer i do Not know shit abt fashion designing idk if the photographer would be around before the actual shoot JAHDBF #i just like the idea of photographer reader