#telekinesis is the same thing kinda right :)

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-eight of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I'll show you how it works,” Tim says, smiling a little helplessly at him for no good reason. Kon's just–pretty. And cute. And wearing slightly smudged eyeliner, like he went out of his way to learn how to apply it just for this and didn't quite get enough practice with it during said learning process, which might be a little much to assume but sure is a thought either way. “There'll be placards and stuff that explain how it all goes too. If you don't like it we can leave, obviously, we'll just go to dinner early.” 

“You wanna do dinner too?” Kon asks. 

“My intentions tonight are for this exhibit, dinner, and then another surprise destination,” Tim says. “Do you like Japanese food, because I got us a reservation at a Japanese place I know, but if that's not your thing, there's always other options.”

Tim definitely did not make three back-up reservations in a Bat-panic, because that would be an insane person thing to do and he's operating with fully rational behavior for fully rational reasons here. Obviously. Of course-ly. 

Just like, yeah. There may or may not be back-up reservations. 

Contingency plans are vital, okay? 

“I like Japanese food,” Kon says. “Well–I like sushi and musubi and poke bowls and that kinda thing, at least. So like . . . same diff, right?” 

“Right,” Tim assumes, with still no idea what either musubi or poke bowls are. He'll google it. It'll be fine. If nothing else, Kon can get sushi. He'll buy him one of those huge fancy boats of it if he's gotta. 

. . . actually that's not a bad idea, Kon could probably use the calories. Hm. 

“You planned all that stuff, though?” Kon asks, peering around the gallery as they finally step out into it and frowning in confusion. 

“I promised you I'd take you someplace nice,” Tim says with an easy shrug. “So I found some nice places to take you. That's all.”  

“You only promised me one nice place,” Kon says with a little laugh, shaking his head. “Now it's three?” 

“I'm intending to take you to a lot of nice places, Kon,” Tim says, and feels his chest clench up a little when he sees the way Kon's expression softens at the sound of his name. He needs to be using it more, he thinks to himself. Like–way more. “Or just wherever you wanna go.” 

“Sure,” Kon says, ducking his head, then glances around the gallery again as his frown reasserts itself. “What's everybody doing? They're like–messing with everything.” 

“It's a sensory exhibit,” Tim repeats in clarification. “You're supposed to interact with the exhibits. Touch or listen to or manipulate them. Things like that.” 

Kon . . . blinks, slowly. Then he glances sidelong at Tim, biting his lip. 

He doesn't ask, but the question in his eyes is obvious enough, Tim thinks. 

“It's tactile telekinesis, isn't it?” he says. “So I thought you might be interested in something tactile.” 

“You . . . did?” Kon says, glancing back towards the rest of the room. 

“It at least seemed like a valid theory,” Tim says. Kon had kept touching the cashmere on and off for as long as he’d worn it, and petted the goat, and had apparently been clocking the whole damn mall most of the time they’d been there, and he’d just thought–well–

Kon really does talk about his TTK so much, whether it’s relevant or not. Doing something that might be deliberately relevant to it had just seemed, well . . . natural. 

If nothing else, it might help keep Kon interested in him a little longer. Tim still isn’t sure how long to expect Kon to stay interested, depending, so until he knows one way or the other, he might as well frontload his success here. Or at least try to, anyway. 

Look, he’s going to do his best, alright? His best is just the best he can do. 

“You know, if you wanted me to touch something, you could’ve just volunteered,” Kon jokes, but the way he says it doesn’t actually make Tim want to laugh. It’s actually all he can do not to frown, the way he says it. Just . . . something about it’s a little off, maybe.

“I told you I’d take you on a date,” he says. “Just telling you to feel me up doesn’t seem like putting in much effort there. Definitely not nice levels of effort.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, ducking his head as he glances away again. He’s still holding his hand. Tim wonders what kind of dates Kon’s even been on before–and if he’s ever been the one getting taken on one, too. Especially since as far as he knows Kon’s only dated girls, and there were probably some assumptions set in place there. Like–it seems likely that there would’ve been, at least. Even if just self-imposed ones. 

“Want to try?” Tim offers. “Like I said, if you don’t like it we’ll just go to dinner early.” 

“Um, sure,” Kon says. “We can try it. Um . . .” 

“This way,” Tim says, and leads him towards one of the closer stations in the exhibit. Kon looks a little unsure where to start, so he figures it’ll help if he gives him a little push. Though it’s weird to think of Kon as needing any kind of a push, except maybe a push to actually stay still and listen for ten seconds. Or like . . . anything remotely along those lines. 

The station is a low, hip-height sandbox full of . . . well, sand, unsurprisingly. There's stones and rakes and general Zen garden-style paraphernalia laid out inside it, and patterns and colors already marked and dyed into the sand to be mixed-up and deconstructed at will, though no one seems to have gotten too far into that yet. Kon tilts his head as he looks down at the display, his eyes briefly unfocusing. 

“You're just supposed to play around with it,” Tim says, wondering what that unfocused look on his face is about. “Rearrange the patterns or make new ones, I guess.” 

“Huh,” Kon says. “Okay. Like just however?” 

“I mean, what, are they gonna yell at us for doing it wrong?” Tim asks with a shrug. Kon smirks at him. 

“I could come up with something they'd yell at us for,” he says with a teasing leer. 

Tim suffers. 

“Let's wait a couple stations before we get ourselves kicked out,” he manages, swallowing awkwardly. Kon grins at him, then leans over the sandbox and presses both hands flat against the sand inside and immediately starts rearranging everything with his TTK. Tim is about to reflexively protest him not even pretending to check for any onlookers before realizing that there is literally no possible way that anyone could look at them right now without Kon being able to feel them turning their way, and also the two security cameras that were previously in their range are both cocked askew now.

Okay, so he could be worse at passing for civilian, Tim figures, and just leans over and lets himself admire the wave-like ripples spreading across the sandbox as Kon carefully constructs a swirling rainbow of an ocean with all of the brighter colors and a dark beach stretched out alongside it, accented with little rocks scattered around like shells and driftwood. The wave patterns look surprisingly accurate, but then again, he probably did get a great aerial view of the ocean on the regular back in Hawaii, didn't he. 

Tim takes his phone out and sneaks a quick pic or two of both Kon and the box on old reflex, and Kon laughs at him. 

“You like, babe?” he asks with a teasing smirk. 

“Most things about you, yes,” Tim replies frankly, because he's not Robin right now so he can do that, and Kon laughs again even as he blushes and straightens back up, the sand all brushing itself off his hands. 

“Only most?” he asks. “Guess I gotta step up my game, then.” 

“Find another excuse to wear that crop top and you'll be fine,” Tim advises, and Kon laughs so bright for that it's almost flustering. 

Well, no, it's definitely flustering. Actually it's very, very flustering. 

Adorable bastard. Absolute fucker. Tim should throw him off a bridge, but he'd just fly back up anyway, the asshole. 

Tim wants to kiss him so bad right now. 

Kon's eyes half-unfocus again, and then the sand and rocks and tools all . . . shift. Tim blinks, a little surprised, and then realizes–oh. He's sorting it all back. Like . . . very accurately back, in fact. The colors and patterns are all returning to the exact same designs as they were in when they first stepped over here. Which is probably for the best because again, they’re currently playing civilian, but–

“Holy shit,” Tim says as the patterns all settle back in and his eyebrows shoot up, more than a little incredulous. Okay, well–he's slightly less sure that Kon doesn't have Superman's eidetic memory now. Also, considering how mixed-around all the colors were, he doesn't even know how he did that so effectively. “How the hell did you do that?” 

“Wasn't hard,” Kon replies casually, but he looks smug about it, the–again–adorable bastard. Fucker. “Just undid what everybody already did, yeah?” 

Tim looks at the sand and belatedly notices that yes, in fact, Kon also reverted everything else that'd been done to it back to what was clearly the original design too. He cannot even fathom how Kon could tell how to “undo” any of that. Like–the pattern-recognition, fine, he could've done that himself–Bart could've, if he'd been interested enough to bother–but tracking back a design after undoing the whole thing to begin with and keeping the different colors of sand all correctly separated? Seriously? 

“Jesus,” he says. “That's incredible.” 

“No big,” Kon says, but looks very pleased about the compliment all the same. Tim thinks of about three thousand tactical applications for this skill alone and really wants to know why Kon doesn't brag about this part of TTK more. Or like, ever. It's always punching things and ripping up the street and tearing doors off their hinges and things like that, when he can do things like map an entire building blind and control sand down to the fucking individual grains? 

Tim might need to have a talk with all of their teammates about their actual abilities, actually, seeing all this. Like, some assessment tests might need to happen. Questionnaires. Something. The informal approach was clearly not thorough enough. If nothing else, he's definitely following up with Kon. 

“I honestly did not realize how good you'd be at that,” Tim says, and then has to watch in disbelief as Kon smirks smugly at him while simultaneously–without even looking–builds a little sand castle without even bothering to put his hands in the sand this time. Which he doesn't have to, obviously, because the sand is in the sandbox and it's part of the table which is on the floor he's standing on and Tim objectively understands how TTK works, but that really seems like it'd be much harder to pull off. Just–damn. Damn. 

. . . technically, if Kon can control things as small as a grain of sand, how small can he go? Could he–theoretically, at least–manipulate dust? Air molecules? 

Atoms? 

Because if he could, if things like that counted . . . well, the transitive properties of TTK would be a lot less of a limitation outside of maybe the vacuum of space, wouldn't they. There's always air, after all. And if Kon could manipulate anything on the atomic level . . . 

Jesus. There's a thought. 

As soon as Tim's done being desperately, overwhelmingly turned on and also reformatting several of his supervillainy-connected plans, he's gonna have to start drafting that superpower skills and applications thereof questionnaire. Like. Immediately once he's done, actually. 

Just–again, just Jesus. 

“I mean, it's just a party trick, but it's a fun one, right?” Kon says with another laugh. 

Tim is going to lose his actual fucking mind. 

“You call that a party trick?” he says in disbelief. There is no possible way that any lock could be secure against that. No one could ever hide behind cover. No one could even carry a concealed weapon without him knowing, for fuck's sake! 

. . . Tim is very glad he's been leaving the birdarangs home for his not-dates and current-date with Kon. Very, very glad. 

Jesus, that would've been fun to explain to Bruce. Well I didn't TELL him I was Robin, but I DID encourage him to tactile-telekinetically feel me up in a changing room while I was strapped with Bat-gear, sooooo . . . I mean, you never told me I couldn't do THAT. 

That's exactly how he would've explained it, obviously, but still. Bruce would not have taken it well. 

What a fucking way to come out to Batman, too.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[pocket-watcher]

I slowly opened the door. My roommates had been acting weird the past few days, but I’d shrugged it off.

There, leaning against his desk on one side of the room was Carter. Sitting on Carter’s bed, one of the few places there were to sit in the room, was Myles.

“Uh… you needed me?” I looked up at Carter. His usually playful demeanour was slightly off. I looked at Myles to see if he had any clue what was going on but he seemed like his usual smiley self.

“Yes… what do you know about hypnosis?” Carter asked.

My face felt hot, and so, I bluffed.

“Not much. I think I saw it in some TV shows?” I felt my voice go higher than normal.

His eyes lit up in challenge.

“Do you believe in it?” He asked again. Myles seemed confused too.

“Not really, I mean. It’s kinda sci-fi, right?” I laughed it off - pushing down any thoughts of he knows he knows oh god he knows-

“Maybe. What about you, Myles? Do you believe in hypnosis?” Carter had a mischievous look in his eyes.

Myles brushed it off. “Nah, of course not. It’s like flying or telekinesis or something.”

Carter locked eyes with me.

“Wanna see a cool trick?” He asked, raising his fingers to snap.

“No!” I heard my own voice ring out.

There wasn’t any fear or attempt to stop this from Myles. Just confusion. From me, however?

I’d just given myself away.

Carter snapped and Myles’ head dropped instantly, rolling back and forth before settling in the centre of his chest.

Carter grinned wickedly.

“What did you do?!” I gasped, running over to him. “Myles? Can you hear me?”

No response.

“What did I do?” Carter asked, still not moving from where he was leaning. I kept one eye on him as I shook Myles, getting more desperate. “Why, the same thing I’m about to do to you.”

The statement echoed inside my head. Fear. Dread. Excitement.

I slowly turned to look at Carter.

“Myles, stand.” Carter ordered.

Myles’ eyes opened, half-lidded, mouth agape. He stood and I backed away from him.

“Good boy.” Carter praised.

I started to panic. Shit. Do I run for the door? Both of them are faster than me. Stronger than me too, probably. Why the fuck didn’t I run more or go to the gym or-

Myles mindlessly lunged for me. I scrambled to get away but faltered as the only direction of escape was right towards Carter.

He was waiting there. Watching. Smiling. As if it was all going exactly to plan.

Myles grabbed both of my arms. I’d backed into him in fear, recoiling from Carter at the last second. I struggled but, just as I’d thought, I couldn’t break free.

For the first time during this ordeal Carter stood up and approached us. I looked away, getting a full look at Myles’ blank face looking straight ahead, no matter how much I pleaded with him to just listen to me.

“I understand.” Carter cooed. “You don’t want to submit to me straight away. You like the chase. The struggle. But I know you want to give in to me…”

I looked at him defiantly. The wrong decision. Maybe if I’d thought more about it I’d have realised that was exactly what he wanted.

Carter’s eyes were deep, swirling, drawing me in.

I’d always found him attractive, but now? Now it was like I was losing myself in his eyes. My thoughts slowed. My heartbeat quickened.

I felt my head begin to bow. I tried to look away. Really, I did. But Myles’ hand grabbed my chin and forced my eyes forward once more.

Carter looked at me proudly, as if he’d ensnared his pray. He looked hungry. Cocking his head from side to side and eyes shining as I mirrored his movements.

I felt a smile slowly form on my lips. I was drowning, sinking into his eyes. At some point Myles let go of my arms and began massaging my shoulders. Deeper, deeper. He must’ve known my legs were too weak to run.

It was all so meticulously planned, like a checklist.

Lure me in? Check.

Use Myles to stop me from leaving? Check.

Send me deeper? Check.

Make me lose focus? Check.

Staring into those gorgeous eyes? Check.

As simple and as easy as 1.. 2.. 3…

“You’re doing great. Both of you. Oh the fun we’re going to have with two of you now…”

#good boys make more good toys what can I say #it’s one of the hottest hypnotic situations out there #hypnosis #hypnok1nk #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #mindfuck

[ambcass]

INVINCIBLE X MALE READER BRO IT COULD BE ANYTBING HERO X VILLAIN OLS IM CRHIGN MY EYES OUT

hello everypony. this is my brother. he decided to SPAM my inbox for a fanfic for his twink. as the amazing sister I am I will write smth for him (after 1.5 weeks of this sitting in my inbox) I'll make a pt.2 if u want

"No, it can't be. You can't be *villain name*." is the same thing every guy you've dated said after you told them about your secret. The truth is, the world classified you as a villain. Everyone watching the news considered you a cold, no-good killing machine.

Being a villain with telepathy, telekinesis, fire abilities, and mind-altering powers is never a good mix for anyone! Would you kill your ex's after finding out you're a villain? No, you cared too much for them. Altering their mind until you erase yourself from their minds and everyone they knew.

This time is different. You met a dorky-looking boy with slicked-back dark hair and blue eyes on your first day at Reginald Vel Johnson High School. You two had chemistry together, and the second you stepped foot in that class, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were so handsome in his eyes. He told William all about you every since! Crazy how much someone can be so obsessed with someone even without mind-altering.

Did you notice at first? No. Bad as feelings as you were, you could not give a fuck about Mark. He didn't interest you in any way until one day.

You were not in a good mood that day at all. Last night you were running off rooftops, trying to escape the hero in yellow and blue. You got away by creating a firewall and going into his mind, making him forget why he was there in the first place. This stunned him and you receive plenty of time to escape. The next, you got to Chem and sat behind Mark and William's lab table. You close your eyes and rest your head on the table while using your arms as support.

"*Name*? Him? The boy behind us?" William's words caught your attention. You looked up and glared at the two. Intrigued, you pretended to sleep. Keeping out for what they were about to say. Mark forcefully turned William's head,

"Noooo. Why would it be! You're so funny! hahaha," Mark grinned awkwardly. He grabbed William's face and spoke quietly but loud enough for you to hear. "Of course it's *name* you moron! Don't say it out loud-" You cut him off.

"Will you two stop talking about me?" you asked. Mark's face turned tomato red as he sank to his chair in embarrassment. Both William and Mark would look back at you but Mark would just stare at you, smiling. "Okay. Creepy...but he's kinda cute." You smiled softly.

Time past by and you couldn't stop wondering why they were talking about you! It's not like you actually knew them. Your eyes lit up as a idea was formed. If he wouldn't tell you, then why not find out for yourself. A smirk appeared on your face. "He wouldn't mind if I just- " Focusing on Mark's mind, you wonder why he's been staring at you ever since your first day, why he's talking about you like he's got some type of crush on you.

"I really like *name* but don't know how to tell him. He seems cool and I want to be closer to him but I'm scared he will shut me out... I have to tell him how I feel eventually. Right?" You're shocked. Lost for words even. Were you flattered? Maybe. It's been a while since you've been in a romantic relationship. This might be it.

A few minutes before class was about to end, an idea came to your mind. Why not give Mark some help confessing to you? Was it wrong? Yes. Did you care? No. You focused on his mind again. First, you thought of Mark confessing to you. Then, you sent it off to his brain. Lastly, you watch everything come into play. The bell rang and you packed up your stuff. Mark was lost in a trance while William was trying to figure out what was going on.

"Earth to Mark! Hellooo? Is anyone home?" You walked past the two without saying a word but stopped at the door frame. Mark snapped out of it and sprung up from his seat with a joyous smile. William raised his brows to an overly happy Mark. "Hey, are you okay-" William was cut off,

"I think I'm gonna do it, Will. I think I'll tell him how I feel."

#ambcassspeaks #ambcasswrites #invincible #mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson x male reader #invincible x reader #invincible x male reader #invincible season 2 #invincible show #invincible season 1 #comic books #mlm #fluff #akward mark grayson #i need friends #request #writing requests #william clockwell #william clockwell is marks friend #i love william. #reader isn't good at feelings #male reader #gn reader #villain reader #villain x hero #hero x supervillain #reader has powers #my once a month post #friends to lovers

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Bondage

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda's definitely the type to use her powers on her lover. But not in an 'I'm going to mind control you until you're horny beyond belief' kinda way. No, no, no. I imagine her using her telekinesis on you.

See, it starts when you get home. It's been a long day. Wanda's been gone for the last week on some kind of mission for the Avengers and you've been at the office putting out fires since early in the morning.

In your tiredness, you don't realise that you're gently being pushed toward the bedroom. You don't realise that Wanda's sat on her armchair in the corner of the room, her fingers surrounded by a red glow. You don't realise you're hastily being undressed.

You finally catch a glimpse of Wanda as you're being led towards the bed, your face breaking into the largest smile. You try to move towards her but Wanda's magic pushes you into the centre of the room. Her magic lifts your arms towards the ceiling and keeps them locked there, invisible binds keeping them in place. Your ankles are bound in the same way, leaving you bare and spreadeagle in the middle of the room, ready for whatever Wanda has in store.

She circles you like a vulture circles its prey, running a knuckle over each of your nipples, watching them pebble as her touch leaves them.

"I've had a long few days, honey. Will you let me use you however I want? Let me get all of my stress out?" She whispers, reaching around to massage your ass with her hands. You nod vigorously, more than excited for what's in store.

She opens the box at the foot of your bed, pulling out 2 dildos and a ring gag. She fastens the ring gag in your mouth, the stretch slightly painful but welcome. "So you drool over your tits," she justifies, "I love it when you make a mess everywhere." Her fingers find their way to your pussy, dripping in anticipation. "Such a messy baby, already leaking everywhere." She starts toying with your clit and you thrash against your bounds, trying to find more friction. She chuckles at your helplessness, "Don't worry baby, I'll give you exactly what you want soon. I promise."

She slaps your cunt a few times, making you scream and moan wildly. She then introduces the dildo to your cunt, the head slipping easily past your folds. She pushes it into you until you're settled at the base and she uses her powers to keep it in place. You feel so full that your eyes roll back in your head as you try and move around the fullness of the dildo.

Drool starts to hit your tits as your mouth hangs open. You wiggle your ass, begging for any movement or friction. The dildo starts to move out of your cunt at an achingly slow speed. Wanda moves behind you, her fingers coated in lube. As the dildo completely retracts from your pussy, she sticks her fingers in your ass, before replacing them with the dildo. You feel ridiculously full. As the dildo in your pussy moves out the dildo in your ass moves in, and vice versa.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you crash into your first orgasm, your legs shaking as you squirt everywhere. Wanda relaxes in her armchair, a vibrator held in her hand. She pleasures herself as she watches cum over and over again. She watches you go dumb, praising you as you drooled down onto your tits, eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Look at you, my pretty baby. Taking everything I give you. I think you can do one more, right? Right, baby?" You nod your head desperate to please her - Wanda being the only thing that existed in your lust-driven mind.

After 10 or 12 orgasms, you and Wanda both lost count. She releases you from your bounds, catching you as your legs collapse beneath you. Cum trickles down your thigh, which Wanda catches with a finger and brings to her mouth, "Oh baby, you taste so good."

She carries you to the bathroom and cleans you up with a wet cloth, as you lean into the crook of her neck. She whispers sweet praises in your ear before placing you on the bed. She grabs a glass of water from the kitchen and coaxes you into drinking a few sips before you fell asleep. You whined, begging her to just let you sleep, but you listened anyway. She brings your head down onto her chest as you slip into sleep.

#wanda smut #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #female reader #marvel smut #marvel #mcu smut #mcu x reader #wanda maximoff smut #mommy k!nk #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda fanfic #wanda mcu #wandamaximoff #wanda marvel #no y/n #wlw smut #gxg scenarios

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bus and bed buddies - rowan laslow

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requested: yes! requests: open! HII!! If you can of course, can you make some some of rowan laslow fic where it’s like enemies to lovers and only one bed tropes!:)) Thank you so much and i love your fics🤍

A/N: OOOH MY GOOOD i never knew how much i needed rowan fics and especially one like this!! i hope i did it justice, thank you for your request and enjoy! its not proof read and i wrote this when i was kinda tired, but i hope its still good :)

wordcount: 3.796 warnings: she/her reader, reader has the same powers as xavier, one bed trope, xavier is mentioned, cursing

Having to go on a mandatory school trip is already bad enough. Something to make it worse is being stuck in a room with Rowan Laslow.

"All right everyone," Principal Weems smiles as she stands at the Nevermore gates. "We will all be taking the school shuttle, so make sure you have someone to sit with you! We will be leaving in fifteen minutes."

Some people around you groan. You didn't even know what the trip was for - maybe the principal will abandon all the students before driving back herself. All you knew was that it was going to be an hour and a half on the warm bus, then be at the destination, and then finally return. Once you turn around, you see that most people have already formed a duo, including Devina and Kent. Those sneaky Sirens.

"Ah, Y/N," Weems smiles sweetly. "I see that you do not have a seat buddy yet?"

"Oh, no," you shrug. "Everyone I know already sits together."

The tall lady hums, looking through the crowd. She is certain that there is an even number of students that will go on the field trip. Her eyes finally fall on another lonely figure.

"Well, there is one more person!"

She calls Rowan over, and you immediately take a deep breath, closing your eyes before saying a quick prayer in your head. Everyone but Laslow.

"Rowan," she greets the boy. "As both you and miss Y/N have not found a bus buddy yet, I will assign the two of you together."

Before either of you can protest, she already walks off, leaving the two of you awkwardly standing next to each other.

For as long as you can remember, there was something going on between the two of you. There was never really a big fight that started it all - it just began one day. Rowan and you often disagreed on the smallest things, bickering about it until someone would finally split you up. He would use his telekinesis to cause minor inconveniences such as undoing your shoelaces or making your pen fall out of your hand as you were drawing.

"Everyone," miss Thornhill had also joined on the random trip. "To the bus."

You give Rowan a look before walking off. As long as you did not have to talk to him, it would all be fine. You really can't quite put your finger on when it started. You thought about it sometimes, but no answer came to mind. Maybe it started because he became your best friend's roommate, or maybe you once made a comment that didn't suit him well.

Whatever the problem might be, you aren't quite looking to resolve it.

Sure, you would not lie and say that he is ugly. To you, he is quite the opposite. The freckle underneath his eye, his neatly styled hair, and the way his fingers move when he flips the page of a book. It just sucks that he is an asshat sometimes.

"Are you going to get in, or what?"

You get pulled out of your thoughts as you stand in front of the bus, Rowan waiting behind you impatiently as his hand rests on the strap of his backpack. He looks annoyed.

"Jesus, ever heard of patience?"

You quickly step in, finding the last two bus seats before sitting in the window seat. Rowan looks at you blankly for a second before shaking his head.

"I want to sit in the window seat."

"Okay?" You shrug. "Too bad."

He debates if he wants to get into a fight now, but principal Weems tells everyone to buckle up, ready to drive to whatever the destination is. He plops down with a slightly defeated look, fastening the seatbelt as the bus turns on.

"I am getting the window seat on the way back."

You only roll your eyes, fishing your headphones out of your backpack before turning it on. If you were going to have to sit with him, then you needed some distraction. All the sound of the bus and chatter gets blocked out the second you turn your music on. Finally.

The ride was not that long, but definitely too long. The fabric of your jacket started smelling like the perfume that Rowan always wears. You hate how it smells. It smells like wood, flowers, and it even has some citrus and fruit undertones. It fits him - it's classic and elegant. You hate it.

When you glance at the boy next to you, you see that he has started wearing headphones as well, his eyes stuck on the book that he is reading. Reading in a moving bus? You wouldn't be surprised if he ends up throwing up. You would. After some short seconds, you avert your gaze to the window again, leaning your head against it before closing your eyes.

"Hey, idiot," you feel someone elbowing your ribs. "Wake up, we're at... Wherever we are supposed to be."

You rub your eyes. Have you fallen asleep? When you sit straighter, you see that everyone else has already left the bus, leaving you with Rowan. You give him a look before quickly getting your bag, following him out of the vehicle. Principal Weems stands in front of the crowd, a big smile on her face. Everyone only looks at her, asking themselves where they are and what exactly they will be doing.

"So," she starts. "Today we are in a place that once was a part of Nevermore grounds. It actually is the place where Nevermore was going to be built, but it got moved to Jericho. We are here today to go on a tour, see the beautiful nature, and there is a small assignment you have to finish."

Miss Thornhill hands out pieces of paper that have the instructions for the assignment. Of course, you couldn't just have gone on a normal field trip. Always some work that is attached to it.

"The building has now been transformed into a beautiful museum. Feel free to explore, but make sure to be back at five. Stick with your Buddy, as most of the assignment has to be made in pairs!"

You follow the rest of the group, trying to sneak in with others, but Rowan quickly calls you back. When you slowly turn around, you see him waiting with a grin, his arms crossed. He will do anything to get under your skin.

"You trying to get away from me, Buddy?"

"Shut up, Rowan," you shake your head. "I am not in the mood for your shit today."

"Well, you will have to," he shrugs. "Assignment is not going to make itself. I refuse to drop my grades just because you run off."

And so you were stuck with him for the entire day. You had tried to sneak off a few times, yet he always found you within thirty seconds.

"What is this?"

You stop after you see a small hallway, one that is barely lit. You had gone all the way to the end of the museum, kind of curious as to what every room had to offer. Now, you had ended up in an empty room. At least, empty of people except for you and Rowan. There are paintings on the walls and a big glass case in the middle of the room, showcasing some items.

Rowan follows your gaze, looking down the hallway. There is absolutely nothing - it must be an employee area. Maybe it leads to the exit.

"I see nothing special."

"Then you won't mind if I go check it out."

He looks at you blankly yet again.

"We are not going in there."

"Did I say we?" You raise an eyebrow. "I am going to check that little hall out."

The two of you are bickering again as you try to find reasons to go in there, but Rowan keeps pulling you back. You just want to be away from him for even one second. You have been stuck to his side the entire time, and most of the assignment has already been finished.

"There must be something there!"

You fish your phone out of your pocket, wanting to turn on the flashlight, but stop in your tracks when you see the time. 5:17.

"Shit."

You immediately push it back into your pocket, hurrying out of the room with Rowan following you closely. You had been arguing for so long, that you now were too late. Why is this museum so big? Where is the exit?

The doors finally come into view as you burst outside. The entire parking lot is empty, including the bus that had brought you to the museum. Did they really leave without you?

Rowan also exits the museum, almost dropping his bag as he stops next to you. He also noticed the bus missing as he lets out a groan.

"If you just had not tried to go into that stupid hallway, then we would not have missed the bus!"

"What? How is this my fault?" You point to the building behind you. "If you had just left me alone, then we would have been fine!"

Another ten minutes of bickering pass. The Nevermore bus had not returned yet, and the sun was slowly going down.

"Let's just walk," Rowan sighs. "The drive was like, thirty minutes. It can't be that far."

Oh, how he was wrong.

You had now been walking for thirty minutes, and the sun had hidden behind the trees even more. Clouds had collected above you, ready to burst open at any time. Your phone was on the brink of dying and there was no possibility of using Google Maps. Absolutely no service out here.

Both you and Rowan were quiet, saving your energy for the walk instead of just bickering. You are both tired and just want to sleep, but you feel like you are not even close to Nevermore yet. Why did they not check if everyone was there? You let out a sigh as a small drop falls on your nose. Shit.

A drizzle - not quite rain. But it was enough to make you feel even colder than you were before.

"Hey, look over there," you point. "Is that a town or something?"

"I think you might be right," Rowan mumbles. He had seen it on the way to the museum. "They must have someplace to stay and wait for the rain to pass."

The rain slowly gets a bit heavier as Rowan grabs your arm, pulling you with him as he starts running. The rain is now soaking through your shoes and socks, your hair clinging to your face. The town gets closer and closer, and you and Rowan hide under the very first place you can find. A closed grocery store.

You are quiet for a second, trying to catch your breath as you look up at Rowan. A laugh escapes your lips as he soon follows, taking his glasses off to clean them off. He barely saw anything - he just followed the faint lights he saw in the distance.

"That looks like a place to stay?"

At the end of the street is a small building which, you think, is supposed to say 'Hotel', though the H is not lit.

"Otel," you just nod. "Better than rain."

You quickly check your phone, seeing that the service is way better here. You type in 'Nevermore' as you gasp at the result.

"We are a two-hour walk away!"

"Jesus," Rowan groans. "Yeah, hotel it is."

The two of you run through the rain again, both annoyed at the feeling of wet shoes and sticky hair. The door of the 'otel' opens as you both step in, leaving a trail of rain droplets behind you. It is already close eight, though it is so dark outside, that it could be mistaken for three am.

"Hi," you smile at the person behind the desk. You barely get a reply, except for a lazy look and an eyebrow raise. "Uh, we would like to get two rooms, please."

"Okay?"

The man slowly starts tapping on his keyboard, clicking a few times before shaking his head.

"I only have one room available."

You look at Rowan for a second, raising an eyebrow as you await his answer. Bunking with someone who you dislike is not quite what you imagined, but neither of you wanted to walk through the rain for another two hours.

"Yeah, we will take it."

After paying, you both sling your wet backpacks over your shoulder again. Rowan leads the way, the key in his hand. He insisted on paying, not even reacting when you said you should at least split the cost. After all, you were both staying in the room.

"Room five," he mumbles before sticking the key in, unlocking the door. "I can't believe this place only has eight rooms."

"Small town," you shrug, flicking on the light switch as you walk inside.

The room doesn't look too bad. A bit cold, and the view might not be spectacular, but it's warm and dry.

"Hell no," you hear Rowan say.

You follow his gaze, seeing only a singular bed in the middle of the room.

"You gotta be kidding me," you react to him, dropping the bag on the floor. "This is a joke, right?"

"You heard him, dumbass. Only one room available."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head before pulling your jacket off and draping it over the chair.

"See, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't-"

"Oh, because it's always me, isn't it!"

"As a matter of fact, yeah! It is! It has been you since the very beginning," Rowan hisses.

The comment makes you quiet. What does he mean by that? He just sighs, placing his backpack on the floor before pulling everything out of it, hoping his notebooks and everything are still dry.

"I'll just ask for another room or sleep on the floor or something," Rowan grumbles, something that makes you confused.

He paid for the room, and now wants you to sleep in the bed? Sure, the bed is not huge, but it fits two people at least. Not only that, but you were not the one to pay for anything. And, as far as you understood, Rowan blamed you for missing the bus.

"You know that you paid for everything right? Why in the fuck would you let me sleep in the bed if I am the so-called reason that we are even here, to begin with?"

The boy shrugs, standing up straight before throwing his jacket on the ground.

"Guess my mother raised me well."

You stay quiet yet again, only nodding before sitting down at the edge of the bed. The room is deadly quiet, though it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

"You should shower."

"Why? If you say that it's because I smell bad," Rowan walks closer to you. "Then it's a bad joke. Besides, you might smell worse."

"No, dipshit," you roll your eyes, almost regretting being nice to him. "You get sick if you even think about sneezing. A walk in the cold rain can't be too good for you."

It is his turn to be at a loss for words. He only nods, disappearing into the small bathroom.

He returns after only a few minutes, his hair now damp and his wet shirt still draped over his torso. That can't be comfortable.

"What if we get our own side?"

You look up from your sketchbook, looking at the boy.

"You stay on that side," he points to the bed. "And I stay on this side. Both get the bed."

"You know what," you shrug. "Sure. As long as you don't pull the blankets in your sleep."

You had turned the small tv on after he went to get a shower, filling the room with some background noise. All of this made you think. Where did it really start? When did the teasing and comments start? All the bickering? Him using his telekinesis to pull your chair away from behind you, or you animating a mouse to scare him during class?

"What are you thinking about?"

Rowan almost hits himself in the head. Why is he curious about it? You only shrug in response, shaking your head.

"I just..." You push the sketchbook away from you. "When did it all start?"

He sits down on 'his' side of the bed, pushing the blanket away a little bit before propping the pillow up, leaning against it.

"Did what start?"

"Us being shitheads to each other?"

"You don't remember?"

You shake your head, leaning back onto the pillow. You look up at the ceiling, the texture of it keeping your mind occupied.

"From all that I know, it just suddenly started one day and then never ended."

"I mean, kind of," Rowan hums. "I remember it clear as day."

"You do?"

You turn to face him, seeing him nod as he looks down at you. His eyelashes look even longer from this angle, and even though the room is only dimly lit, it still makes his eyes shine.

"Yeah," he lets out a breathy laugh. "It was during class once. You sat next to Xavier, and he asked you why you were staring at me and joked about you liking me."

The memories slowly return as you furrow your brows.

"And you only responded with, and I quote, 'I don't like him, he is ugly'. I guess it just kind of got to me," he mumbles softly, fiddling with his hands. "So, I acted like an ass as well."

Your head rested on your hand as you dreamily looked at one specific point in the classroom. Rowan Laslow. He has been your classmate for a while, though you never really spoke to him. He was not the most talkative person, but he was absolutely mesmerizing to you.

"Jesus, Y/N," Xavier let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Why are you staring at my roommate? Do you like him or something?"

You get pulled out of your daydream as you quickly shake your head, regaining your posture as you let out a cough.

"Who? Rowan?" You let out an awkward laugh. "No, I don't like him. He's... ugly."

You regretted the words the second they came out of your mouth. He wasn't ugly - you never thought he was. The opposite, actually. The way his eyes shimmered in the light, the freckle underneath his eye, the way his arms look when he rolls up his sleeve. But you couldn't tell Xavier. All he would do is just make fun of you.

"Oh, shit," you mumble, sitting up as you look at Rowan.

He looks so different. Not different as in his face or hair, but his body language has changed. He looks more... Open. He doesn't seem like the cocky asshole anymore but instead looks a bit more insecure. He doesn't even dare to look you back in the eyes.

"Call me stupid, but I actually used to have a crush on you back then."

Rowan Laslow. A crush. On you.

"No way."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he now looks up to the ceiling. "You can laugh about it. The outcast of the outcasts likes- liked you."

You almost fall off of the bed in shock. Rowan actually liked you? You barely remembered the comment you made of him before, but now, you remember it all.

"No! No, I-" You shake your head. "I- Oh, this is going to sound so dumb."

Rowan frowns as he does not hear any insult yet.

"It's just," you sigh. "Xavier caught me staring, and I didn't want him to find out I liked you. I said that to get him off my back, but then I thought you didn't like me back because you only made comments from then on."

All secrets have been spread out. They are laid out right in front of the two of you, open for both to read.

You and Rowan had stayed up for hours after that, talking about everything and everyone. You laughed, even shed a tear, and then finally laid down on your backs, the lights off, but the tv still on.

"Rowan?"

You sounded like you were already asleep. Rowan softly chuckles, laying on his side to look at you. There is still a distance between your bodies, but you were facing each other. Your eyes were almost closed, but there was something that needed to be said.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "You're not ugly. I'm sorry I said that."

"It's fine," he just whispers back.

"It's not. I-I lied and you aren't ugly at all."

Another laugh escapes his lips as he looks at the small clock on the bedside table. Two in the morning.

"Go to sleep, we have to catch the bus early tomorrow."

-

It is 7 am, and both you and Rowan are already waiting at the nearest bus stop. In only a few minutes, the first bus of the day would arrive, one that will stop right next to Nevermore. The bus ride is only thirty minutes, and though it isn't raining anymore, you would rather sit in the bus than walk for two hours.

Your eyes are almost still closed as you wobble on your legs, almost falling asleep while you stand. Rowan is surprisingly well-rested as his arm seems to be the only thing holding you up. His hand is resting on the small of your back, your backpack resting on the ground. You barely even notice getting on the bus until Rowan sits you down next to him.

"Weems is going to be so mad," you mumble.

"Yeah, well," Rowan shrugs, "Shouldn't have left without her students then."

This evokes a giggle out of you as you nod, rubbing your eyes. Man, it is way too early to be up already. You breathe in deeply as you contemplate getting your headphones out of your bag. Not this time. You want to actually talk to Rowan. Even more, than you did yesterday.

You barely get the chance. Your eyes feel heavy and before you know it, they are closed. Rowan doesn't notice as his eyes are looking outside. As promised, he is sitting next to the window. He jumps a bit when he feels something drop on his shoulder, but calms down when he notices it's just you. Your eyes are closed and your hand is clutching the strap of your bag.

Rowan does nothing except for let out a soft laugh, slowly undoing your hand from the strap before running his thumb over your knuckles. He would do it all again.

The museum, the rain, the crappy hotel.

All of it all over again, only if it meant that he would be with you.

#rowan laslow imagine #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow oneshot #wednesday imagine #wednesday oneshot

[kairiscorner]

Can I get something with Miguel with a fem s/o that's a witch. Like they're both from the same dimension and he barely finds out she's not really using modern technology much, as she is using her own magic to complete daily tasks? 🎃

that is interesting,,, SURE ANON !!!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x witch!reader (headcanons and blurbs !!)

miguel would not be the type to believe in anything mystical nor magic, though after meeting you, he might've had some second thoughts when he saw your powers in action.

he used to think you were using simulations or advanced holographic technology to cast your spells and illusions, he is skeptical to a FAULT, he refuses to believe anything that can be explained beyond science exists.

showing him your magic for the first time scared him, because he couldn't explain through a scientific or logical manner how phenomena like that is possible. he did get amazed by how you can use your magic in practical ways, though, but he stands by the use of technology, he doesn't think he can do magic very well.

"this is... very intricate technology you have here." miguel said as he looked at the translucent creature you summoned, inspecting it all around. you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "technology?" "what is it, nanotech? holograms? don't tell me you're an arts and design major, because as impressive as the design is, i can't believe you'd plant a million little cameras all for this." he said in subtle awe as he reached out to touch the 'hologram', when all of a sudden... it licked him; the creature reached out and licked him.

you chuckled as you placed your hand on the creature's snout, with it purring and nuzzling towards your palm. miguel stepped back a little and tried to comprehend what just happened. "it... licks." "it does." you said with a smile as miguel's hand felt wet and sopping. "how did you, um, program it to... to salivate?" "i didn't program, i summoned." you corrected him as he muttered under his breath something in spanish. "no, it's... it's a hologram." "familiars aren't holograms." miguel stayed silent as he tried to come up with a logical answer as to why the creature you had was able to salivate, and seemingly blink, breathe, smile, nuzzle up to you as if it had a corporeal form, and have a heartbeat. no way was magic the reason, right?

every time he calls for you to get him something, it's always there in an instant, even when you're lying down or lounging around because of your telekinetic magic. you don't have to fold clothes or get up to make a coffee for yourself, you do all that and more with your telekinesis, and... miguel is super jealous you don't need that much brain power to multitask, unlike him.

if you had teleportation magic, miguel NEVER gets used to you just randomly popping up behind or next to him. he always gets spooked by you whenever he just turns around and sees you there or hears your voice so closely that he jumps out of his skin.

your summoning magic is not only very helpful, but it kinda makes miguel a little competitive with you. he thinks he can make lyla summon stuff faster than you, but ultimately, AI just can't beat raw talent, and of course, your raw talent and aptitude at magic cannot be beaten.

he doesn't know too much about technology, however, since he majored in biology, but he thinks using technology is much more convenient and tries to teach you how to at least use a basic communication device.

you both have one thing in common, though, you both suck horribly at using 21st century technology.

"what the shock am i doing?" you asked yourself aloud as you tapped on the screen of the phone you borrowed from a random stranger to try and contact miguel. being stranded in the past is awful, especially when your powers were on the fritz that day for some reason and you couldn't contact miguel through any medium other than through the technology of the 21st century. the stranger tried helping you out, with you failing to understand fully how to make a call to him, but when you did call him, you were surprised to see his face so up close to the screen.

it took you both a few tries to talk through the phone, but eventually, you both managed to have a very choppy and unintelligible conversation that was courtesy of bad signal and free crappy wifi at the local coffee shop miguel was at. "man, fuck this." you muttered as you handed the stranger their phone back and tried to find him, but without technology from 2099 nor your powers, you were in for a shitty day ahead of you.

he will admit, though, your magic makes up for technology's shortcomings. your magic hardly fails or screw up badly since you've been a witch for a long time already, though he says it in the most forced out and long-winded way as possible like ,,,,

after you saved miguel's tight ass from that eldritch monster that threatened to destroy nueva york from the ground up with only the raw magic you could muster and the abilities you were taught from a very young age, miguel had... sort of admired you for what you did for him. he was relieved he was saved, but to know magic was what would save him and not the technology he invested so much of his time on, he had felt a little embarrassed that it couldn't hold a candle to your talents, but he shouldn't have to be surprised that you were this strong this whole time.

"um..." he began as he got to his feet, with you helping him up with your powers. "yeah?" "...you did very... very little to destroy the city more than that monster had. it's very commendable, o-on your part. i'm... i'm glad you understand your powers well enough to... to keep mass destruction from- from occurring." he said with a slight bashfulness in his tone. "...and thank you for... helping evacuate all those people. i-i mean, i could've done it, but, y'know, the monster and all had like, 8 tentacles and i only have 4 limbs, so..." "you're welcome, miguel." you said with a bright smile, which made him even more flustered and embarrassed at how humble you were, how you didn't brag about how right you were that magic truly was a powerful asset, even in the 22nd century.

he tried not to expose himself for his embarrassment and tried to tell you how you could use the tech he gifted you to your advantage, but he couldn't even do that when he realized his tech couldn't even hold the monster back and had to get you to help him with your magic. "if it's... possible, would you like to... teach me some basic... basic... shock it, would you please teach me some basic magic?" he finally blurted out, to which you immediately said, 'yes!' to. he couldn't believe he was doing this, but, he had to admit, your magic was a force to be reckoned with; you were a force to be reckoned with. he wants to keep his home, family, friends and... you safe, of course, so to do that, he'd have to learn from the best of the best to get a little more creative and find better solutions to keep this city safe.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @simsrandomstuff @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

[atom-writings]

Could I ask for main 8 x telekinetic nation reader? Maybe Y/N waited until they're well into the relationship because they've been shut out and forced to be used as a weapon before.

hetalia main 8 with a telekinetic reader

1k words ~ a/n DIDNT READ THE NATION PART. WHOOPSIESS i kinda wanna do a larger nation reader thing tho.... so ill do that part later :3

tw - none!

America

Alfred is just so EXCITED, I mean, you’re like a superhero! Like something out of a comic book! You’re incredible, he just CAN’T stop gushing about you.

Which, you really have to get him to stop. He can be completely honest about his supernatural identity, so he doesn’t really understand why you can’t. If anyone tried to hurt you, you could just, like, explode them with your mind, right?

He’s very horrified to find out that… that’s not how it works. Although he’s not the greatest at comforting his partners, he immediately sympathizes. The thought of someone treating you like that hadn’t even occurred to him, like, you’re so cute and nice… who could do that?

Whoever did that, well… they’ll never do it again. The two of you will defeat them, no problem!

(Yes, he still thinks his life is like a comic book)

England

Woah, that’s incredible! You’re doing real magic, just like he can! Oh, it’s like a… scientific thing and not magic? Well… maybe the scientists are just trying to rationalize what they can’t understand. Trust him, you’re magic.

Exactly how much can you do exactly? Because if you don’t know, he’s excited to help you learn. He’s trained plenty of magic users over the centuries, you couldn’t be in better hands.

Don’t worry, he would never let anyone take advantage of you again either. You’re lucky that you happen to have someone in such a high position because he is absolutely going to make sure no one uses your ability against you. No, never his darling.

(He’s also definitely gonna lean into the Wizard couple thing now. Expect to move into a super stereotypical witch house with him in the near future)

France

How horrible! You’ve been blessed, and yet people only torture you for it?! Well, now, you won’t have to worry about that at all, Love. He doesn’t see you any differently.

Although he does appreciate you having telekinesis… for the simple reason of when you two are cuddling on the couch, he doesn’t have to get up to grab the remote.

Plus, now he can brag to Arthur about having a super cool magic S/O. He’s gonna be so jealous~

China

Ok, so you have superpowers. So does he, technically, so like, whatever.

Probably the least interested out of all of them. He’d appreciate you using your ability around the house, but if you didn’t, he wouldn’t care (he wouldn’t remember…)

Although, the thought of people mistreating you for it does make his blood boil. He’s had plenty of experience with that himself… and he is absolutely not tolerating it anymore. If any of your former abusers showed their faces around the two of you, they’re getting kicked in the face.

Russia

Wait, you’re serious? That’s… so cool! So, you’re magic, right? Can you make other people like him with your mind? Or make them think HE’S magic so they’re scared of him? No? Oh… well, still, very cool!

He obviously wouldn’t judge you at all. He’s got superpowers too, in a different way.

He’s been mistreated throughout his whole life for his supernatural abilities, so the fact that you were treated the same? It makes him want to rip everyone who did that apart. Which… you will have to stop him from doing (or let him, up to you, I guess.)

I’d imagine some people from his government might try to experiment with you again, but Ivan would absolutely not allow that to happen. He will hide you in a submarine in another country before he lets anyone treat you like a weapon or a science experiment.

Italy

His immediate reaction is gonna be to ask a bunch of invasive questions. Sorry. He’s just curious and has absolutely no social filter.

But as soon as he exhausts himself with his tasteless line of questioning, he’ll basically forget about the whole thing. The first time you use your ability after that, he’ll be scared out of his skin.

(If you don’t tell him it was you, he’d probably order an exorcism on his house…)

He might be meek, but he’d never let anyone treat you badly because of your ability. He wants you to think of it as a gift, not as a curse! It’s what makes you special.

Germany

Wow, that’s fascinating. For how long? How does it work? Does your family have it too? W-

Sorry. His scientific brain will immediately go crazy. He wants to run a bunch of tests and find out EVERYTHING about you. Which is obviously, very, very uncomfortable. He does care about you! He’s just a nerd

But as soon as you tell him about what people have done before, he’ll instantly regret his behaviour. No, you’re not just a weapon to him. Just an incredibly special person.

He’ll be a lot more casual about it after that, but he can’t help staring in awe whenever you display your power.

Japan

Much like Alfred, Kiku is very enthusiastic about the superhero angle of your ability. He’s so lucky to be with someone so unique, that’s all he can think whenever he sees you using telekinesis. Although he does sometimes secretly hope that you’ll get into some anime girl conspiracy plot… just because it’d be cool.

He’s a little insulted that you waited this long to tell him, but he’d never tell you that. Especially after you reveal why, then he feels extra guilty. Now he’ll put in a lot more effort to make sure you know that he’d love you no matter what.

Luckily, he’s still a fierce enough fighter to keep you safe from anyone trying to turn you back into a weapon. Not on his watch.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #arthur tag #aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #francis tag #aph france x reader #hws france x reader #yao tag #aph china x reader #hws china x reader #feliciano tag #aph italy x reader #hws italy x reader #ludwig tag #aph germany x reader #hws germany x reader #kiku tag #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

[trafalgass]

I JUST GOT A RANDOM IDEA BEFORE I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP 😭 can u write smth about luffy/trafalgar/eustass reacting to reader having a dragon (like toothless from how to train ur dragon) and accidentally calling it (by whistling or telekinesis?? thinking) to their ship

that is such a cute idea omg i love it!! (sorry for the long absence, i’m slowly trying to get back into writing (;﹏;))

Luffy, Law & Kid reacting to their S/O having a Dragon and accidentally calling them (GN Reader)

Monkey D. Luffy

It was a boring day at the sea, nothing interesting was happening and everyone was doing their own thing

You were looking at the vast sea, listening to the waves hitting the Sunny

You felt your nose tickling and couldn’t hold your sneeze, who sounded a bit higher than usual (somewhere behind you you could have heard someone say “bless you”)

Luffy, who was just passing by, asked if you were alright and before you could respond the sound of thunder could be heard and a ball of dark scales jumped right unto you

You almost fell on your ass, but caught your little guy, who was a dragon the size of a small dog

You turned to your captain, who was..... Drooling?

Luffy, no! Not everything had to be food!

You hit him out of his state and explained that it was your pet dragon

You hadn’t meant to call it because they were still young but seeing how happy they were to see you, you had missed them too

You had a REAL dragon and Luffy found it so cool he wanted to know more about them

So you kept your dragon with you for a while, especially because Luffy wanted to say he had a dragon as a crewmate

Trafalgar Law

After a two days trip to the next island, everyone was happy to get out of the submarine the visit the new place

You offered to take a walk with Law, just to have some alone time for you two, which he accepted

The island was know for its weird birds and their weird sound, and you, having a talent for whistling, tried to communicate with each birds you could hear

Law found it amusing, watching you making fun of the birds with the weirdest noises

Until you both heard a noise that was not coming from a bird, sure they were all weird, but that noise sounded like something you’ve heard before

A big dragon landed in front of you two, growling and whimpering happily, scaring all the birds from the forest

Law got the idea you knew the dragon, seeing how calm you were and how non-hostile it was toward you

You sighed and hugged your big guy, explaining you might have called it by mistake by whistling something close to how you call it

Law was impressed that such beast existed, yeah the world had Celestial Dragons, that was just a fancy tittle, but he didn’t know about actual dragons

You took the rest of the day to tell the story of how you got to befriend a dragon, you even took Law for a ride on the back of your dragon, something he wasn’t sure at first but he ended up enjoying quite a lot!

Eustass Kid

You were doing your chores, cleaning the floor, if sucked but someone had to do it (and sadly it had to be you)

While you were mopping the floor, you accidentally hit the water bucket, who fell and water got everywhere

Kid, who was walking by at the same time, heard you swore in a language he never heard before

You silently started to panic when you saw Kid, with the look on his face it was clear that he heard you

Kid was about to speak, but something big fell from the sky unto the boat, making it shake, and almost everybody else got outside

A big dragon with dark scales was standing between you and them, staring at Kid and the others

Everyone was either panicking or getting ready to fight, so you quickly started to explain that dragon was your familiar, that you trained it to come to you when you spoke draconic

Kid was a bit mad at first you kinda hid it from him, especially because he was ready to kick some dragon ass to show how strong he is and now he couldn’t

Although, Kid liked the idea of fighting alongside a dragon, that would make him look so cool!! You HAD to summon your dragon in fights more often!

Chores were canceled for the rest of the day, instead everyone was focusing on your dragon, especially Kid who wanted to know everything about dragons, especially yours

#one piece #headcanons #imagine blog #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #gender neutral reader #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #kid pirates #eustass kid x reader #trafalgar law x reader #luffy x reader #eustass kid

[asukaskerian]

Monthly word count - September

TOTAL: 3 026 words :X

that's all?? it felt like more ;^;

POSTED: nop

IN PROGRESS: -bloodsport (390 words) -grimmichi superheroes AU (221 words) -madatobiizu cherry wine (1 537 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (878 words)

-- bloodsport -- "They checked out the historic neighborhood too, and the Ambassadors' Row where you'll be lodged eventually--"

Ichigo could see her losing patience with his shit behind her affable smile, and suddenly he was out of patience with it too, with himself. 

He still didn't want to do the tourist shit. But he needed to be doing something.

"What's the shittiest neighborhood you can get to in under an hour from here?" he asked, rolling his stiff shoulders and stuffing his hands deeper in his front pockets. 

Askin stared at him with his mouth open, and then moaned. "Oh nooo. Kurosaki, no. My man, my friend--"

"I'm not looking for a fight! I just --"

He forced himself silent, staring at the two Arrancars in front of him. Neither one was showing any inhuman traits right now, but he could feel them there. He could feel the whole room around him with that other sense that wasn't quite telekinesis -- that was, Urahara liked to say, to telekinesis what echolocation was to sound -- could feel the personnel discreetly waiting behind closed doors so he could have the lobby to himself, deferential and only vaguely annoyed that it was taking him so long to clear out. Askin was exasperated-worried-shielding; the Arrancars... 

The other one was small and thin and delicate-looking. They felt even more predatory than the woman.

Both of them, really, had the same fangy edge. Like cats watching a new creature wander by, trying to figure out if it was anything they could mangle or what.

Ichigo missed being unable to read an Arrancar's emotions properly. Normal human beings didn't feel things like that.

"If I'm going to live here," he said, firming his voice, his chin raised to meet their eyes in turn, "I don't want to only know the rich areas."

-- superheroes -- "So," Rukia said the moment they were out of the building and the rushing student crowds, and brought so much suspicion and emphasis on the word that Ishida and Inoue immediately went on alert like pointer dogs.

Behind them, Mizuiro and Chizuru arched their eyebrows; Asano blinked a full three seconds later. Okay, no escape from there, but at least when they drew closer it stopped anybody else from moving in too.

"Family trouble again?" Ishida asked, looking vaguely unimpressed, except for his wary, narrowed eyes.

"Eh... Sorta. Stray cat kinda wandered into my house and now we're nursing it back to health. It's, uh, bitchy." Ichigo made vague clawing motions with his hands and felt lame as hell.

Asano flopped against his shoulder to peer at his face; Ichigo sidestepped out from under him. "Hey! No, but there's something you're not telling here, Ichigo--"

"It's blue," Ichigo hissed under his breath.

Asano made a worried face and immediately huddled closer, telegraphing his sudden oh-no-big-secret-shhh! with every line of his body and every furtive (not) glance. "Whoa, whoa, buddy, that's, uh, not a cat then."

Groaning, Ichigo replied in the same exaggerated undertone, "you think?"

-- cherry wine -- "Send me Tatsuo next."

"Yes sir."

Izuna passed her as she went back into the receiving room, crossing the engawa and hopping down into the garden with him. "I'm back."

"Welcome back. News?"

"We're going to the theater this afternoon!" Izuna gave him a wide, insincere smile. "You had better not hate on the show, it was the best I could find."

"Huh." Madara arched an eyebrow. "Any reason why we must go, then?"

Izuna started counting on his fingers pointedly. "Because I want to see a show and you never want to go out; because we don't have any invitations for this afternoon so why not. Because I promised the Haruno sisters a date."

Madara ruthlessly shoved down the annoyance that wanted to bubble up at Izuna getting him involved in his social entanglements with strangers. Izuna had liked them, so it should be good enough for Madara -- and from Izuna's strange smile, the date wasn't even the point. 

"And?"

"We need to be seen out in town and not caring." A telling pause. "And it won't hurt if people assume we kept them around last night."

Decoy and political maneuver all at once. Alright.

After yesterday's clusterfuck of embarrassments and straight up ambushes -- the official apology, the tea party that was supposed to show unconcern and strength and instead got him drugged into a rut, the assault on Naohime trying to set them against the Senju and get them in trouble with the daimyos all over again -- they did need to do some damage control.

"Also you didn't even look at them last night!" Izuna added in a fit of pique, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. "I need some data if I'm gonna calibrate my search properly and they have really unique hair, which is the only thing you admitted to liking to me."

"--I see."

"It's all in really pure shades of pink! Not muddy or rusty at all, thick and long, everything, and they're both cute and they have very striking blue eyes to go with it, so visually they're great. As people they're also great, they're just looking for a fling and weren't weird about us being nobles or being shinobi, I will be so cross, niisan."

Madara swallowed back a chuckle. "Very well, I'll go."

-- suburban ot4 -- Grimmjow's face is still creased from the pillow. From the nap they just took, more of an excuse to curl up together and rest, keeping an ear out for Kazui. His hair is a mussed mess.

His face says 'please tell me I didn't hear what I just heard', but not in a hopeful way.

"... Kurosaki?"

Nelliel goes back to the mattress, sinks down to her knees at the edge. Behind her, Ichigo's feet shuffle tentatively. 

"Hey," Ichigo says, voice quiet, sad, guilty. "We're back."

Grimmjow stares up at him. He's still buried in comforters up to his hips. "Didn't go well, huh."

Another beat of silence, heavy. "No. The rental contract was -- we tried, he--"

"It's okay," Nelliel interrupts, gently, and doesn't look at him. "He changed the guest spots, yeah?"

"Fuck," Grimmjow mutters to himself, and rakes both hands over his face, jaw gone tight. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry. It's back to two guests now. I can't even say anything because that's just standard."

Nelliel and her package count as a single guest as long as the kid isn't out of her belly, and not a day longer. The second her child is born, that makes three.

#teaser #ABO quest

[enpr-ss]

At the start of his World Domination, right after the announcement, when everyone's cheering him on, Touichirou is thinking: where is his son, why wasn't he there to support him on? :(

More Suzuki Touichirou / Claw thoughts (unorganized because I gave up lol)

Suzuki promised money and power. 100M Yen (to Joseph) isn't much. Going to assume USD.

Touichirou is mostly in Japan? Or was he scouting for a long time? Shou seems to be based in Japan ("when are you coming back to Japan?") and his dad too.

Cults founded in the past 20 years are part of Claw as funding. Also other powerful people are sponsors hoping to secure a spot in the new world order?

Did Claw fill the power gap after Mogami?

10 foreign mercenaries willing to go with Claw. In the entire world. What is this statistic.

48 YEARS OLD??!! HE STARTED WHEN HE WAS 28?

Touichirou began the official announcement even before his son thought he would (because Shou thought they would be done by then)

Interestingly, the 7th division doesn't know much about the Super 5. Seems like Touichirou really was personally recruiting

TOUICHIROU IS INCREDIBLY SENTIMENTAL AND SILLY IN HIS MOTIVATIONS, EVEN IF HIS METHODS ARE LOGICAL AND RUTHLESS.

Consider: Omurice, hometown, not killing / scarring Shou, conquering the world just to win an argument with his wife

TONKOTSU CITY?!?!?!

Touichirou jokes around and is joked with (kinda) with the Super 5. He's emotionally honest and communicative with them. Informal too. Probably because he doesn't care about their opinion of him.

Shibata isn't an idiot (ish)

Shou rebelled and ran away from home multiple times to avoid attending meetings LOL. And Touichirou just let him, because he eventually came back and life went on. Touichirou probably thought this was just more of the same.

No wonder Shou thinks his dad is cringe, imagine hearing this sort of advice sincerely from his dad for YEARS. Bet his mom heard it from Shou secondhand and was like don't listen to your dad that's some middle school mindset. I know you don't know what middle school is but trust your mother on this. He wasn't like that when I married him but that is why I left.

Touichirou does neglect Shou but wasn't straight up abusing him… until he does rip

And Shou hits right back (verbally I mean), and like dang. Kid has a point there.

Touichirou can do all 5 elements (wind fire ice lightning earth [aka telekinesis])

Even Serizawa knows about Shou's rebelliousness

TIME FOR SOME DISCIPLINE

Well at least Touichirou did his research on espers and governments. Even if he's bad at it

Touichirou is willing to engage and talk to Shou… honestly better than even my parents.

Touichirou wanted the area evacuated to not escalate things that quickly and to prevent infiltration

Did Touichirou force everyone to dress nicely for his bland welcoming parties…

Shou never wins verbally with Touichirou.. ouch.

Was Touichirou a pacifist before? Dude really thought he could conquer the world and get his wife back… basically area man doesn't want to admit he lost the 5-year argument with his wife

Obviously we know why Touichirou flashback-ed to when his wife left. But why did he think about the cat / gentle moment?

The utter "what." of Touichirou's face when Shou casually goes yeah I see mom regularly LOL. Angst DENIED.

#Suzuki Touichirou #Suzuki Shou #Shou's Mother #enpr-ss #mp100

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for this-was-a-terrible-idea; Jackson Kyle shows up in Gotham.

“I’ve met a lot of Superboys,” Jackson says, back to the bitter smile. “And a Supergrrrl, too. I was the only one who . . . wasn’t.” 

The only one whose Tim Drake was dead, Bruce can’t help but suspect is the actual end of that sentence. 

Unless . . . 

“Except for Black Zero, obviously,” Jackson says, and that bitter smile twists. 

And he still doesn’t look at Tim. 

Bruce watches Jackson in silence for a long moment. Jackson doesn’t fill the silence himself. Seems perfectly comfortable in it, in fact. 

He can’t imagine Kon ever being the same. 

“B,” Tim says warily. “This is . . .” 

“Black Zero is neutralized, to the best of our reality's knowledge,” Bruce says. More intel that’s not worth holding back right now. 

Or he's compromised and saying too much. That's less likely, but not something he's ruled out. 

“Kinda figured that when he didn't come back and conquer us, yeah,” Jackson says, wry and humorless. “It was a fucking mess to clean up, though. Not that it matters anymore.” 

Bruce thinks of that code phrase delivered at his front door and tactile telekinesis moving the hands of his study clock to a very specific time and just barely refrains from making the point that they'd bought the people of their reality a little more lifetime, if nothing else. He doesn't actually know how Jackson's reality ended, for one thing. Doesn't know how long it took, or if it was a direct result of Black Zero's interference in it. Doesn't know anything about it at all. 

He should ask. He will ask, obviously. 

But right now, he just keeps thinking about the way Jackson had first looked at him when he'd opened the door to him on the step. 

I fucked up real bad this time, B.

So Bruce knows better, but he still doesn't ask yet. 

“Relevant concerns?” he asks, and says nothing about Paul Westfield or anything related. That's . . . a secondary matter, for the moment. If that. 

Jackson's eyes unfocus briefly, and go just a little dull. 

“No, sir,” he says. “Not to you.” 

Bruce . . . pauses. Waits. Jackson, again, doesn't fill the silence. 

“Relevant to who, then?” Tim asks warily. Jackson doesn't answer him again, either because it's not protocol or because he doesn't want to. Bruce . . . 

He has questions, still. 

He has concerns, still. 

“Why not relevant to me?” he asks, which is a very different question, and Jackson's expression doesn't so much as flicker. 

“My status doesn't matter to you, sir,” he says, as even and toneless as any devastation of a report that Bruce has ever given himself. 

Bruce doesn't think about the pearls. 

“But no injuries to report?” he clarifies, because he's not going to insult Jackson by pretending that wasn't, arguably, the truth. At least the way Jackson clearly meant it, anyway. 

“No injuries to report, sir,” Jackson confirms tonelessly. He said that before, so it's not a surprising response.

But that phrasing might not mean “no injuries”, Bruce suddenly finds himself aware. 

“So you're uninjured?” he checks, and Jackson–pauses, momentarily. Like he might be about to lie. 

Or like he might just be surprised to be asked that. 

“Yes, sir,” he says, his voice a little stilted. “I'm uninjured.” 

The kid stripped down naked in front of him for the decontamination showers, Bruce reminds himself. No blood or bruising or swelling was visible. Color’s within their version’s normal range. No visible injection sites. A scattered scar or two, same as the faint one splitting his eyebrow, but nothing more notable than that. 

Not that any scar on a demi-Kryptonian isn't more notable than usual, of course. 

Much, much more notable.

#wip: jackson kyle #this-was-a-terrible-idea

[willel]

Tbh S4 created more questions than answering them. They made it seem like the lab tried to create kids like Henry so many people think all kids powers are from him or something experiment based. But we know Kali was taken from the UK and her origin suggests that other kids probably got taken from other places, their races were also very diverse. Kali must have exhibited natural powers when she was a kid. Then how come the other kids are just experiment based? Because it is not like only Kali was natural. And if she is then it kinda creates a loop because we do not know. Heck we do not even know why she is the only one who exhibits illusion powers but not other kids. And she doesnt have telekinesis. And if the kids powers are connected to the UD, then how does Kali even have powers since she was a kid in the UK? Does the UD extend to other places on Earth or just Hawkins? I guess you can say they are not that connected to the UD but just have a supernatural relation by necessity? Because it is not like their powers only exist bc of the UD, they exist bc of experiments. Like idk what is going on but I think they screwed it up with Kali's plot and it screams like"we didnt know what to do with Kali". Because they just didnt think further.

I think people just misinterpret the "recreate me" line. We must remember how Henry was "created". (at least, to our knowledge).

He wasn't born in a lab and experimented all his life. He faced some kind of hardship, awoke to his powers, trained for a month using his own family as testing dummies, and then killed all but one.

To "recreate" Henry, all you have to do is scour the world for children with similar circumstances as him, see if they have potential, capture them, and then train them using the same methods Henry used to train himself.

I made a gifset of it before, but this moment is a great example of what I mean:

Henry trained using animals and whatnot, so of course Brenner would force his test subjects, especially El, to do the same. To his surprise I'm sure, El didn't need to do all that to get stronger. She skipped right to kill the assholes who tried to lock her into the cell.

As for Kali's powers, we can't say for sure if she has telekinesis, but telekinesis and "finding" people obviously wasn't her strong suit. She specialized in illusions. I remember it being explained outside the show that all the kids have similar powers, but some excel in some areas and are weak in others.

We can see this play out when Brenner forces them to fight telekinetically. We never see most of these kids perform any telekinesis, they got pushed away immediately. Telekinesis was probably 002's specialty, so you can imagine his anger when El upstaged him in his own specialty.

We also have a glimpse of 010. He's very good at finding people it seems. He's the only kid we witnessed doing this other than El and Henry.

So it's safe to say, all these kids were quite talented, including Kali, but none of them were a jack of all trades like Henry. Which is why Henry preferred El, because though she was lacking the illusion power, she is also a jack of all trades and even had a power he didn't. (not that he knew that until she blasted him to another dimension)

There is no indication their powers are from the Upside Down. I see people say that a lot, but I just don't see the connection there? Maybe people are pulling from some d&d lore that I'm unaware of where "magic" comes from a specific dimension?

I believe powers just exist in the world of Stranger Things. It's very rare and some people will never even realize they have powers and continue to live an average life. The experiments didn't create these powers, they just pushed them further along, like training for a sport. With these powers, you can access other dimensions parallel to ours, but it doesn't mean powers come from there.

Just my thoughts.

#ask #Anonymous #stranger things #theory

[sludgewolf]

Uhh if ur still even doin this kinda thing

May I ask for aradia x rustblood!female!reader angst (I love whump in particular)

Aradia x Rustblood!Fem!Reader

Angst - no comfort + whump

Warnings: foul language, description of injury

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs any of my I posts

Masterlist

Sry for taking so long, this was a hard one to write! I hope it's to your liking, I've never writen whump so I'm not sure if I got it right but it sure was fun to try :)

Life in Alternia is hard, like everything is trying to kill you hard,

especially for a rusty like you

and your lack of telekinetic abilities doesn't help you in the slightest

But not everything is bad, your lusus is still alive and living as far away from the major cities as you do there are very few drones for you to worry about

there's also your friends that keep you company and occasionally flarp with you,

particularly Aradia, she's just the best, like a ray of light in the darkness that is this fuck all planet

Today was one of those days you pestered her to come hang with you

a few nights ago you discovered a destroyed hivestem and just knew that she would love to come explore it with you

The moment you set your strutpods on it Aradia is squealing of happiness

you job after her as she picks skeletons apart and tries to guess the cause of death, age and if all the bones belong to the same troll

or if they're even troll bones, you saw a whole bunch of lusus bones around and strangely some carcasses too...

It's not long since you arrive that you hear a weird noise over yet another pile of ruble and bones, not wanting to bother Aradia you leave her digging around as you go check it out

AA: " oh shit, look this one still has its exoskeleton stuck on it!" She exclaims and lifts it to show you

but you're nowhere in sight

Upon realizing you're not by her side anymore Aradia drops the thoratic struts and rushes to search for you

and find you she does

you're been lifted about half your own height off the ground by the most grotesque and angry olive you've ever seen

Apparently you've stumbled upon lusus thieves hideout inside the ruins and they weren't very happy with you showing up without an invitation

as if there would be any

Aradia doesn't even exitate another second, using her telekinesis she makes the ruffian drop you and with a powerful blast she pushes everyone back

AA:"run, i'll deal with them"

you scramble back to your strutpods and run, run as fast as you can

Meanwhile Aradia did everything she could to keep the thieves away from the both of you

She is a very powerful burgundyblood, so you didn't consider that they would be even a challenge to her

The distinct crunch of bones cracking and Aradia grunting in pain stops you in your tracks

but before you can look back you're hit by a strong telekinetic wave, throwing you along w the lusus thieves away

You jump up as quickly as you hit the floor, ignoring the sharp pain on your side you rush to Aradia who is laying on the ground holding her head

you help her up, letting her lean on you as you drag her out of hte ruins hoping that you won't get buried alive by the rubble or caught by the thieves

After what felt like foreveer, you finally reach the outside

it wasn't easy and it took you longer than it should have, the sunburns on your exo being proof of that

but you managed to drag Aradia semi-conscious body back to your hive

The thought of losing her terrifies you and you do your best to patch her up and tend to her wounds not knowing if she can fully recover from it yet there she lays, in your coon recovering from a nasty blow to her nugbone, that would definitely leave her at best with a nasty aggravation sponge once she woke up

that is, if she woke up anytime soon

You know that it couldn't kill Aradia, she is tougher than that

it would need much more than a pipe to the back of the nugbone to cull her

something like a psionic blast to the face or maybe her whole hive falling on top of her to take her out

But you still couldn't shake off the fact that if it weren't for you dragging her to that hivestem, if it weren't for you getting caught by the lusus thieves,

it it weren't for you

she would be fine

Fuck,

you have no chance with her

#homestuck #aradia megido x reader #homestuck x reader #asks #angst #whump

[fatalled]

「 KYUNGSEOK — & saint. ( @agentbilliard ) 」 CLOSED HALLOWEEN STARTER. LOCATION: TRICK 'R' TREAT ROUTE.

They are nearly done. & Kyungseok is more than ready to be done.

"Can we see your bow now?" One of the kids next to him asks, looking up through his skeletal mask. His face is already smudged from how many times he's been adjusting his mask. It's been one of the biggest questions of the night. Can I see your bow? Show us your bow! Can we see it now? Can I hold the bow? I wanna shoot it! The entire route had been filled with questions. They either wanted to see the bow or they wanted to know what the other heroes were doing.

Kyungseok flashes a smile, the one most practiced for Loveshot.

"That wasn't part of the deal, my friend. A hero keeps his word, right? Once we finish the route and head back, then I will show you the bow."

"But that'll take for-ehv-er!" The long words are enuciated with heavy, dragging steps. Their light-up sneakers engaging with every stomp.

"He said we have to wait! We gotta be patient!" The little girl holding onto his hand says, trying to have a conversation around Kyungseok. She was dressed nearly the same as Loveshot except someone had added a cape, sparkles, and a mask. ( Kyungseok did not wear mask. It interfered with his periphery. All of the costumes, however, added a mask. ) The pink and glittery bow in her other hand rattled against her plastic pumpkin. You're favorite color is pink and so is mine! had been the first thing she said to him after bolting across the lawn as soon as he showed up.

She is the daughter of some senator, some politician, someone up in those ranks with enough money to pull enough strings to get Cerberus to look. Heroes, they wanted. Heroes for their children. Nothing but the best for their kids. ( A smoke screen. Kyungseok knew he was there because they did not want to be there. Their children were an inconvenience that beheld them to tradition. My child has to go trick or treating but I won't be the one taking them. ) All ten of them, walking in a haphazard line up the street, were the children of the rich and famous.

Maybe that is what he lets her hold onto his hand. He had been the child of an important person and it nearly cost him his life.

"Patience is a virtue that every hero needs. It's just powers or being strong. The things you can't see are also important. Waiting is hard, I know, but the reward is often worth it."

"Waiting is boring!" Another kid pipes up. She is dressed in a mixture costumes that seem to range from Hades to Granite to Glimmer. "Show us now! Show us fire! Can you shoot fire? Or-or water too? Can, can Whirlpool also do ice if he ... if he can ... if he has cold water?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I'll have to ask him the next time I can see him but Ymir can control ice while Whirlpool can control water. I can't do any of that."

"Why not?"

"Those aren't my powers. Those belong to my friends. I shoot arrows, that's all I do." Extremely well and extremely capably but a child is always going to want flash. The bow is his flash but he isn't going to summon it here. It required concentration and calm. He wouldn't be able to focus on the kids and that is where he needed to have his full attention.

"That's kinda lame. My dad—my dad said ... he said that heroes have to do what we ... we say. So, really, I'm your boss."

"Wow," he keeps the smile on. "A sudden change in management."

"Yeah, so, as your boss. You have to show me your bow."

"I will show you the bow after a few more houses, my friend. I promise. Boss."

The next house glitters with orange lights and flickering pumpkins. Ghosts hold their arms out, haunting the gravestones that litter the yard. Kyungseok squeezes the little girl's hand and sends her off with the group up the steps in order to ring the doorbell. He stands back with his ... partner. Agent Billiard. Telekinesis although the mission report log hadn't been too impressive. He hadn't seen him around, honestly. & if Kyungseok is being honest, he didn't take the time to learn the Level III agents. They were ... well, to put it bluntly, beneath him.

"I am ... ready to leave. Do you think they would notice if we cut it a few houses short?"

#[ loveshot : threads. ] #[ loveshot : billiard. ] #// THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME I'LL ADMIT #BUT HE NEEDED SOME KID TO DUNK ON HIM #the kid is my self insert and i'm going to dunk on him #pls dont feel the need to match the length

[kitakashi]

Wings

Takami Keigo // Hawks x Reader

Timeline: post Paranormal Liberation War Arc - pre Final Fight

Notes: H/n                 Hero Name Quirk              Levitation/Telekinesis 

“What in the?”

An outburst of frothy liquid flooded from alleyways into the road ahead of Y/n. Civilians jumped up steps and darted into buildings to escape the tide. The stream continued to spread across the street sweeping trash and other debris along with it. Shallow enough not to cause excessive damage, the foot or so of water soaked into her tall boots.

Levitating, the h/c sidekick took off to find the source of the deluge. Landing on the roof of a building to survey her surroundings, she was instantly drawn to the sight of bright red wings. Pro Hero Hawks ran down the street chased by an enormous torrent of water. With no villain in sight, Y/n was utterly flabbergasted.

“The hell?” Confused and slightly concerned, she screamed his name as she flew down beside him. “Hawks? HAWKS!”

Surprised golden eyes locked onto her. Typical grin spreading across his handsome features. “Oh, hey H/n. Nice day isn’t it? You look lovely as always.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Running?” He stated it as a question, as if unsure what his answer should be. The smile never disappearing as he ran.

“But why?”

“Well, don’t look now but there is a giant wave chasing me.”

She rolled her eyes, “yes, but why are you running?”

“I didn’t want to get wet.”

Restraining herself from smacking him, she voiced her concern. “Is there something wrong with your wings?”

He gasped, his eyes popping wide open. “H/n!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Internally she started to panic, e/c eyes darting around checking for danger.

Hawks positively beamed at her, “I have wings!” He took off into the air, wide red wings spread out behind him.

“Freaking idiot…” she muttered, shaking her head.

“That's not a nice thing to say about your boss,” his sultry voice was in her ear. Thick muscular arms wrapped around her waist pulling her up with him.

Gripping his forearms she turned her head to gaze at him over her shoulder. “I can’t help it if my boss is a bird brain.” He chuckled, squeezing her tighter. High over the city they watched the water spread and wash down the streets. “I can fly on my own, you know.”

He nodded, nuzzling her h/c tresses. “I am aware. I also know you get tired quicker when you levitate yourself as apposed to objects. Do you not trust me?”

She rolled her eyes, although he couldn’t see them. “Hawks, you have giant wings that you somehow forgot about,” she flatly stated.

“Hmmm, OK, I see your point,” she flinched when he blew in her ear. “I’d never let anything happen to you though. Have you ever been hurt with me?”

“Besides the occasional bumps and bruises that come with the job? No.”

“See! I got you, babe.”

“Where did all that water come from anyway?” she asked ignoring the pet name.

Humming, he shifted the woman he carried. One arm slid down her body and under her knees. Holding her bridal-style, he could see her features as he flew.

“You see, I was trying to talk down this group breaking into a store.  Didn’t want to fight civilians, I’d rather they just stop and turn themselves in. Well, we didn’t quite see things the same way. One guy smacked the fire hydrant and another multiplied the water.”

“What happened to them?”

“Oh, they’re pinned by my feathers to the side of the building they were attempting to steal from.” Glancing down at her, he cocked a brow, “what were you doing down that way anyhow?”

“Its not even a block from my patrol area. Saw the flood and decided to check it out.”

“Didn’t realize I was that close. So, what will you do now?”

“Right now I’m kinda stuck until you decide to let go. So, you tell me boss. Also, pretty sure that was the end of our shift.”

“Was it? Excellent!”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I’m a little wet. The flight is drying me off but also making me cold. I kinda want a hot shower, so we’re going back to my place.”

She titled her head to look up at him, “you’re taking me to your house?”

“That is where my shower’s at,” he smirked, “you wanna join?”

“You- you’re my boss!” she sputtered, face turning scarlet.

He shook his head, blond waves tickling her nose, “nope, we’re off the clock now, just a man and a woman.”

“Doesn’t work that way.”

“Sure it does.”

Biting her lip she gazed over the city, “how would that even work? Your wings are massive, is your shower that big that another person could fit in there with you?”

She could feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckled, “so you do want to shower with me.”

“You’ve piqued my curiosity about your facilities,” she sighed, refusing to take the bait.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

“I’m not showering with you, I was simply voicing my thoughts.” Except the thoughts of very much wanting to shower with the gorgeous male.

“That so? Well my thoughts are ‘I want you naked in my shower with me’.”

Squealing, she smacked his chest, “HAWKS!”

He rolled his eyes, “please, Y/n, we’ve been dancing around each other this whole time you’ve been my sidekick. I’m attracted to you, you’re attracted to me. I think you’re smart and funny, and a bad ass hero. You think I’m a bird brain. Match made in heaven.”

“Thats-”

“And we’re here,” he announced cutting off her protests. “Home sweet home.”

Landing on the balcony of the uppermost suite, he set her down gently. She stumbled slightly, legs numb from the cold and lack of circulation. Gripping his arm, she bent her knees a few times kick starting the blood flow. He threw her a classic flirty smirk, opening the door with his free hand.

“After you, milady,” he bowed, arm out stretched to usher her inside.

Sighing, she stepped inside the luxurious penthouse. “Hawks…” He waved her off as he slid the door shut then entered an adjacent room.

In comparison to what she thought she’d find, Y/n saw simple modern furnishings. Sleek pieces of furniture, the newest technology and shiny appliances. No photographs, knickknacks or other items that would indicate a home. It felt… empty.

“What’s on your mind?” the blond hero had returned, towel drying his hair. Hero costume gone, replaced with sweatpants and a black tank.

She frowned, taking in the room again, “its so… it just feels so… sad.”

Hawks raises an eyebrow, “sad?”

“It doesn’t look like you live here. No photographs of your family or friends. No ornaments, no nothing. Like a page from a magazine.”

Looking around he hummed, “you’re right. There’s not much here. I sleep and sometimes eat here. That's about it. As for family and friends,” he shrugged, “never been close to anyone worth framing. But, uh, actually I do have one thing.”

Opening the door behind him he had been leaning against, he beckoned her to follow him. It lead to his bedroom. Sheets slightly wrinkled, scattered red plumes, closet open revealing far fewer clothes than you’d believe of the attractive male. He really didn’t have a lot of possessions.

Walking to the dresser, he lifts a single black frame from its rest next to a lamp. Bringing it over to where she waited awkwardly in the doorway, he handed it to her with a shy smile. Curious as to what the Hawks would be insecure about, she looked down at the picture.

Staring at her from behind the glass was a couple laughing as they danced. A decorated tree adorned the background. It was from last year’s holiday party for Hawk’s agency. Wearing a distinguished suit, complete with vest and black tie; the curly blond has begged her to dance with him. She had no idea a picture had been taken at the moment he had pulled her back up after a dip. So surprised, Y/n had laughed out loud, a ginormous smile spread across her lips. His golden eyes twinkling in a way she’d rarely seen.

She gawked at the image so long she could see it when she shut her eyes. Handing the frame back to him, her countenance asking silent questions. Why did he have that picture? She really didn’t mind, but why only that picture? Out of all the people they worked with, why was the sole photograph he displayed one of just the two of them?

Shredding a feather, Hawks used the red tuft to replace the frame. Studying her, he remained silent for a time, gauging her reaction. He glanced away, running his hand through his golden locks.

“I supposed I should have asked for your permission before having it printed and framed. I guess,” he snuck a peek at her face, “I was too nervous for the impending questions that you’re thinking now.”

“I don’t mind, its a great photograph. But why is it the only one you have?”

His mouth opened and closed a couple times before he just sighed, “I’ve never had the best relationship with my mom. My upbringing’s no longer a secret. No family photographs shouldn’t be a shock.”

“I can understand that,” she nodded with a sad smile, waiting for his to continue.

“As for friends, actually getting close to people… At a certain point people want answers. Like a name. I couldn’t… I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t want to be his son.”

“Family is more than blood, Hawks.”

“Keigo.” She raised an eyebrow. “I know, you know my name. You can use it.”

“I don’t-”

“I want you to. I know you don’t judge me for who my father is. After finding out… everything. You never treated me any different. Unlike others who gave me side looks when they thought I wouldn’t notice. Besides, its out now so someone might as well use it.”

“But if you’re uncomfortable-”

“I’m not. It was the commission who didn’t want my name out. Not having that last name worked for me.”

“Then change it. Or change was the name means. Erase your father with your own achievements, so when people hear the name Takami they think of the amazing hero.”

His gold eyes widened before the corners crinkled with a soft smile, “how do you always know what to say? You’re amazing you know that?”

She scoffed looking up at him, “you’re such a flirt.”

A deep frown quickly formed, “Y/n… can’t you tell the difference?” He exhaled loudly, pulling a hand down his face. “Of course not. Look, there’s Hawks the hero and then there’s Keigo the man behind the costume.”

“OK?”

“Has Hawks ever asked anyone out? Or accepted any invitations? No. He’s just flirty and mysterious. Its an image. But… because of this you don’t believe me whenever I ask you out.” He chewed the corner of his lip, bracing himself for her response.

“But… what? I mean… you…” Wringing her hands, she shifted her weight. Not knowing how to take the enlightenment, Y/n wrapped her arms around herself. “Haw- Keigo… I just don’t get it. Why me? You have so many-”

“I don’t want them,” Keigo adamantly professed, interrupting her, “I want you. Now that my secret’s out, there isn’t anything holding me back. I love being a hero, don’t get me wrong, but I want more. I want you to fill this plain apartment with your color and life. I want pictures of the two of us plastered to the walls. I want your clothes littering my floor. I want to come home and complain about actually having to do work. I want to wake up to you, and fall asleep with you in my arms.”

He watched her withdraw into herself a little, “that’s a bit fast…”

“I know. I’m not asking you to move in with me now. I just wanted you to know my intentions. That this isn’t Hawks flirting with his public. This is me, Keigo, asking you to be by my side.”

“But I’m… your my-”

“You want me to fire you, then ask you out?”

She jerked her head up to gape at his joking persona. Sulking from his teasing she mumbled out, “no.”

Taking a step forward, he reached up to cup her face. “I’ve been serious every time I’ve asked you out. But now… somehow its different. I have nothing to hide from you anymore. Its like, its more real. Be my girlfriend, Y/n.”

Hesitant fingers scrapped his waist. When she looked into his sincere golden orbs, she voiced her top concern. “If I say yes, what happens with Hawks?”

Not expecting him to chuckle, she pouted. “I’m not two people. You matter more than my popularity. If Endeavor can have a family, I should be able to have one too.”

“Have you ever-”

“Nope. Never.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“Didn’t need to. As the commission’s personal errand boy I didn’t have a lot of free time. Plus I never met anyone I wanted until you.”

“We don’t have any free time with everything that’s happening.”

“Exactly why I stopped holding back. I almost died, Y/n. My thoughts as I saw those blue flames… they were of you. Full of regret for not having loved you.”

“So… no girlfriends?”

“None. No dates either.”

“One night stands?”

“I know what you’re getting at,” he chuckled, cheeks filling with scarlet rapidly. Keigo coughed, clearing his throat. “Uh no. The commission took care of my education so I haven’t had the opportunity to socialize. I haven’t had much of a personal life. So I’ve never… anything.”

After a moment, she couldn’t hold back the laughter from bubbling out. “I’m sorry, its just so unexpected. You, the sexy bachelor hero, completely inexperienced.”

He pouted, pulling his hand back from her face. Folding his arms across his chest, the blond faced away from her indignant. “Instead of making fun of me, you should be happy to be my only.”

Reaching out, she ran a finger down his silky feathers. “Keigo. I’m sorry. I was just so surprised. I’m not making fun of you. I think its cute.”

He shivered at her touch. “I thought you said I was sexy,” his bottom lip stuck out more.

“You are. But you can also be cute.”

“I suppose I can accept that. If,” he surveyed her from the corner of his eye, “if you say you’re my girlfriend. And, I get a kiss. On the lips, no teasing me.”

Y/n snorted as his childish antics. “I still don’t get why you like me.”

Giving up his sulking facade, Keigo turned pulling her firm against his chest. Wings spread to cover them both, protective. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he waited as she timidly slid her arms around him.

“Please don’t doubt yourself. You’re amazing. You’re smart, quick witted, funny… You never half ass things, you show kindness to people who don’t deserve it. You’re patient, especially with me. And damn if you aren’t the most gorgeous human being to walk this earth. Honestly, I’m awed you’re with me after everything I’ve done.”

“Keigo,” she chastised him, “you did what you had to in order to keep people safe. I know I wasn’t there but I believe you if you say there wasn’t another way. Its not like Dabi was going to wait around for you to convince Twice or restrain and remove him. I believe you did what you had to. So, thank you for protecting us.”

Blinking to remove the pricking sensation at the corner of his eyes, Keigo’s arms tightened around Y/n. “You are so amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Its a good thing you don’t have to be then.”

Pulling back slightly, he gazed into her eyes. A bright smile grew on his face. Picking her up, he twirled her around the room. His happiness was contagious, Y/n giggled sliding her arms around up his neck. Setting her down, Keigo cupped her cheeks with both hands. Resting his forehead against hers, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“Y/n. Can I kiss you?”

Fingers running through his golden locks, she angled his face down to meet her mouth. His soft lips pressed against her plump ones. It was sweet and innocent.

Ending the moment, she whispered, “I would love to be your girlfriend, Keigo.”

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he/him & I am 23 years old 🕊️

Here are some terms for role playing with me, I'm sorry there are a lot of things, but it saves us the time of having miscommunication or "surprises" later.

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» Let me state right off the bat, NO fandoms. We can do ideas based on movies/tv shows, but I am not strictly doing a fandom roleplay. I do not like to be restricted to "what already exists." I want oc's and our own world building collaborations.

You must be at least 20+ to roleplay with me. Thought there is an age minimum, there is not an age maximum. I do not care how old you are, i've roleplayed with 35 year olds before… I have no issue with it.

Our oc's will be older than 20 years old. (My oc will be 24). I am perfectly fine with our oc's having an age gap, though i'd prefer that yours would be the older one.

I have a huge preference for mxm 🏳️‍🌈

I will do mxf BUT with limits, that you probably will not like. These limits to my mxf are:

- you must play the female role,

- I do not want anything vag/anal nsfw with the female role.

— In other words, this would be great for a "femdom" or a "giver not receiver" type person. lol, but yeah.

Overall, I prefer mxm.

I am looking for someone with a dominant personality, though bed-wise i'd prefer you to be a top OR switch. NO STRICT BOTTOMS (unless you want me to bottom the entire time.) — but I do plan to top sometimes too (applies to mxm rp only). I enjoy playing characters who want to top occasionally & will, but will also enjoy being pushed around… if you get what I mean.

I do not & am not willing to double up. Yes, I will play other characters within the role play, but I do not want "two of the same roleplay"

The roleplay will be plot centered but nsfw will be included frequently. I'm kinda kinky, I like things to be rough, so do not come if you're vanilla.

I really want dark themes included. We can discuss this further together, but if you do not know what it means- it just means “dark” roleplay with possibly triggering content. It's best if you come with no triggers and are willing to do *things.* If you get what I mean.

>>>> no gross/stink/poop/slob/death/limb removal, no animals… stuff like that.

-> You need to be advanced lit with the ability to write multiple paragraphs (I write around 3+ aka around discord word limit)If you crank out small one sentence or small paragraph replies… I'll probably be really disappointed and ghost you lol

->You NEED to use realistic face claims (i hate anime, drawn, & picrews, please no descriptions either). Denying the use of realistic faceclaims will just make me ignore you. I’m not willing to change it, i’m sorry. I’m picky, and yes this will also make or break whether I ghost you. Use real faceclaims. If you don’t like it then don’t reach out.

-> 3rd person only

-> long term only

-> discord 1x1 group

I have some plot ideas, I am willing to hear yours too. I am huge fan of historical, but I will do fantasy, modern, futuristic- and every other genre as well.

————Two Ideas I have Currently————

One:

Muse (me) has been a resident of the local psychiatric hospital for a few years. Because of the nature, they keep to themselves and don't go out of the way to meet people. Muse (you) is a newly admitted patient to the same hospital. They're loud & aggressive. , by habit, goes out of their way to avoid , but is fascinated by him. makes it their personal mission to get as close as they possibly can to . One day manages to steal a key card and ambushes in a hallway. Once the two are alone, is finally able to get forced conversations from Muse and decides to keep prisoner for as long as they can without getting caught.

One 2.0:

Kind of a similar plot to one, but our OC’s are “witches” or “warlocks” who each have special individual powers. Your oc has the power of hypnosis/mind control (willing to change). My oc has the power of telekinesis & attraction- meaning he attracts things to him (people, items, other magical beings…) Our oc’s get captured and locked away into an institution. What happens from here can be decided together.

Two:

Muse (me), an innocent church boy, who tries to get back at his family, accidentally gets himself caught up in a cult, which is run by Muse (you). Muse learns quickly that he cannot escape the cult and is stuck being teased and tormented.

Two 2.0

Kind of similar to plot two, but our OC’s end up in some kind of religious camp or institution for being gay or assumed gay. Whatever happens from here can be decided together.

Please come with little to no triggers and the ability to collaborate.

Communication is KEY, if you're busy or you're not feeling the roleplay, please please please tell me. We can come up with something that would benefit the both of us.

DM me IF YOU'RE INTERESTED. I hate when people engage and then ignore me OR when they don’t read what I’m asking for. Please, don't waste my time. Only engage if you're actually actively seeking roleplay.

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