#goobye earring !! you had a good run!!!

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Guy who is already incredebly abnormal about leaving his house gets plopped in a camp for literal weeks!! rip!

he's not really having the best of times

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can you please do yandere class 1a x reader that loves making jackets based on their quirks and hero names please my heart is burning ❤️‍🔥for this please!!!

Hmmm this is actually one of the kind!! Thank you for the ask

Sewing was your hobby and comfort, you learned it at a very young age from your grandmother and ever since you got your quirk,

your quirk is needles, this gives you the ability to shoot needles off your fingertips and hands, and can even make weapons with them, the drawback of the quirk is your hands will get cut up and sliced if you produce so many needles which results in blood loss.

You started small by making napkins and fabric coasters at a young age then started developing into making more stuff like Scrunchies and small blankets in now making clothes! Thanks to your grandmother who was a former Fashion designer

but your favorite creation was clothes! 50 percent of your clothes were handmade and decorated by you! You always have an area for your yarn with each color and pattern!

When you got accepted to Ua you were a bit of an introvert since all you wanted to do was continue with your hobby without any interruption but life had other plans,

your classmates were all so interested in your personality that they were determined to want to know everything about you you were able to befriend everyone in class but were good friends with Tokoyami and everyone in the class despise it

Tokoyami would smirk whenever you talking unaware that your classmates would glare in jealousy while Tokoyami felt victory having your attention and being your "favorite" Here, one day It was snowing hard outside you, takoyaki and Jirou the 3 of you were heading your way to the cafe which got some very good warm drinks during the winter,

Jirou was complaining about how her earphones were cold and tried to cover them up with her scarf but they kept poking out of her scarf "Ugh these stupid ear pieces" she grumbled trying to stuff them back in her ears again, you noticed and decided to give her your earmuffs "aw y/n you don't have to I'll be fine" "nah it's cool I have plenty in my dorm room anyway"

"Plenty?" She asked a bit confused grabbing Tokoyami and Dark Shadow's attention "Yeah I make them I sew stuff like clothes, pockets and even jackets it's nothing" Jirou and Dark Shadow's eyes shined with amazement they before you can speak Dark shadow immediately went up to yout face "YOU CAN MAKE JACKETS CAN I HAVE ONE PRETTY PLEASE!!"

"D-dark shadow!!" Tokoyami pulled him back face turning red in embarrassment You chuckled "no no it's fine! I'm happy to make you a jacket if you'd like! You too Jiro!" Jirou eyes started to swell and almost made you fell when she hugged you "your such a sweet person y/n sometimes we think we don't deserve you!"

When you got back with some hot drinks you measured both takoyaki and jirou and waved them goobye promising thr hackets will be done tomorrow, you got to work making the jackets you made sure they were comfortable and fitting for them even adding some accessories that fit their quirk after 6 long hours it was finally done,

safe to say you were very proud of your work especially the accessories!

The next day you gifted them the jackets and they were amazed jirou almost died of happiness wanting to lift you and take you away Ina. Wedding gown but kept her composer "These look amazing y/n!" She spinner around with the jacket a bit while you smiled "And it fits perfectly too"

Takoyami formed a small smile "I'm glad you both like it!" The 3 of you started complimenting each other's jackets forming ideas for your next clothing unaware that some of your classmates were watching you

Wn you got to class you were started when a bunch of your classmates bombarded you with questions and complicments

"Did you actually made those jackets!? Super cute!"

"I want a manly jacket"

"Why didn't your dumbass tell us that you can make jackets!?"

"Ignore these pest y/n of you run out of materials you can ask me I can create it right away for you!"

"C-can you perhaps teach me y/n! I'll like to make a blanket for my pet rabbit!"

Every classmate was crowding around your desk either begging you to make a jacket or to help you "Oh shit.." you thought this was gonna be a long day "Fine but on one condition..you owe me a lot for this!" You narrowed your eyes while everyone else was nodding eagerly

For the next 2 weeks you started making everyone else their jackets each based on their quirks and personalities momo was a big help by creating materials to make the jackets and Ochako and Sato were also a big help in encouraging you and baking you sweets

And by the next day, you gifted everyone their jackets, and let's say they went wild Mina and Hakagure were squealing and thanking you repeatedly while Iida promised you gift you something back for this generously, "Hey bakugo they all put on your jacket!" Kirishima said as he was currently wearing the jacket a tinted blush forming "It's good I guess.." sero and Denki protested demanding the blonde to give them a proper compliment

You watched how everyone was either bragging, showing off, or just In love with your creations you were glad things went well

by the end of the day, you were exhausted just wanting to crash in your bed and sleep as you slowly opened the door you were met with 100s of gifts from each of your classmates showing their gratuities you smiled even brighter as they watched from behind glad to make you happy as much as you did and will cherish the jackets forever

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When Now Gets Here

Pairing: Aramis x Reader

Summary: It’s been four years since you said goobye to Aramis, and moving on has been difficult. In the midst of a fast-paced and busy time at the orphanage, you meet again.

Word count: 2,200

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut

A/N: This is a fic from my old blog Purpleocity. All future fics will be posted here at bwemph :)

You smoothed the wool blanket you had just set in the bottom of your basket, smiling as Constance came around the corner with some vegetables and a small container of flour.

You breathed a sigh of relief, running a hand through your hair. “Thank you, Constance. You have no idea how much of a struggle it’s been to handle all the newcomers in the orphanage. And practically all the children are coming down with a sore throat and a cough. It’s been a nightmare.”

“It’s not the whooping cough, is it?” she asked, concern furrowing her brow. You shook your head, making Constance relax a little. “No, thankfully. Just a cold.” You held out the basket as she set in a few more things. She turned to a cupboard and retrieved a small jar.

“Here, take some honey to soothe their throats. Mix it with some peppermint tea and it works wonders.”

You smiled, closing and setting the basket aside for a moment. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” Constance shrugged with a humbled smile. You absentmindedly rubbed your forearm. “Any word from D’Artagnan?”

She shook her head. “I received a letter from him last week, but nothing since.” She waved the matter off. “What about you? Have you caught the eye of any dashing young men?”

You gave a breathless laugh. “Not yet. Well, actually–” You pursed your lips with a sigh, looking over Constance’s shoulder for a moment. “That’s a lie. A few have made advances, but,” you broke eye contact again, casting a glance at your feet, “I still haven’t really let go, you know?”

“I can imagine.” With an empathetic frown, Constance reached out and rubbed your arm, a comforting gesture.

You smiled a little, picking up your basket. “Don’t worry about it. Someone will show up sooner or later. Besides, with all the new children I’d hardly have any time to worry about a man.” You looked down at the basket which had been packed full of goods. “Thank you again, Constance. I wouldn’t be able to manage if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much.”

She gave your hand a little squeeze. “You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“I will.”

“I mean anything, Y/n. I’m here for you.”

You nodded, your lips curling graciously. “I’ll probably turn up again soon.” “I look forward to it.” You hurried back to the orphanage before the sun had set, as it was already sinking on the horizon and you did not want to be caught on the streets alone at night. You opened and closed the orphanage door quietly in the event that any little ones were sleeping already. You glanced around in search of Catherine, the woman you ran the orphanage with and your closest friend, but you furrowed your brow when your comrade was nowhere to be found.

“Catherine?” you called out, setting the basket on a countertop.

A curly haired child came bouncing up, a smile lighting up her eyes. She clutched a small plush creature with long, carefully stitched ears that flopped to and fro as she approached you.

“What have you got, Marie?” you asked. You crouched down to the child’s eye level as she showed off her new toy.

“It’s a rabbit! The nuns came to visit and brought us toys!” She examined the rag doll and smiled brightly before hugging it close.

You smiled. “That was very kind of them. Did you say thank you?”

She nodded with a shy grin. “Yes.”

You ruffled the child’s hair. “Good girl. Does your rabbit have a name?”

She shook her head.

“He doesn’t have a name? Well he must have a name!” you exclaimed with a gentle surprise. You settled on the ground in the midst of a few scattered figurines and spinning tops, which were at rest now.

Marie shrugged. “I don’t know what to call him.” She examined the bunny again, smoothing its ear as she sat next to you.

You hummed. “Well, what are your favorite things about him?” Marie thought for a bit, giving the toy a gentle squeeze. “He’s nice, and he’s soft…and he’s fluffy.”

“What if you name him Fluffy?”

Marie thought long and hard about the title, nodding with approval as a grin grew on her face. “Okay!”

You gently shook the rabbit’s paw. “Hello, Monsieur Fluffy.”

Marie smiled brightly, hugging Fluffy close to her chest. A set of footsteps descended down the stairs. You glanced up as Catherine smiled at Marie, who was now introducing her rabbit to a wooden horse figurine.

“There you are,” you said, “I was beginning to wonder where you’d gone off to.” Catherine shrugged. “Just upstairs.” She seemed to fight back a smile. “Have you seen that book?”

“Which book?”

Catherine cleared her throat. “The one I lent you the other night.”

You thought for a moment, your mind running back through the week. You nodded when you recalled which book you had borrowed from your friend. “Oh, yes, it’s up in my room.”

“Would you mind getting it for me?”

You furrowed your brow and tilted your head a little. “Can’t you?”

Catherine hesitated, scooping up Antoine, the nearest child who was small enough to pick up. “Don’t you see I have my hands full at the moment?” Antoine looked about as confused as you did. “Catherine,” you stood, “what’s going on?”

“Just go upstairs, Y/n. I promise you won’t regret it.” Catherine winked, setting Antoine down. He scurried over to play with the spinning top.

Hesitantly, you ascended the stairs, glancing over your shoulder at Catherine, who grinned brightly. The staircase creaked as you reached the top. There was a moment of hesitation where you listened to a similar groan of the floorboards in your room before you opened the door. You were startled first, but utterly confused at the man sitting on the chest at the foot of your bed.

He flipped through a book, the one Catherine had lent you, in fact. He looked up at you and set it aside, standing and removing his hat. He lingered at the foot of your bed almost nervously.

“Aramis,” you breathed, first taking a few hesitant steps forward, then running up and throwing your arms around him.

He laughed. “Hello, darling.”

You squeezed him tightly and buried your face in his shoulder and breathed in the familiar smell of his leather coat. He wrapped his arms around your waist and embraced you. Silence hung in the air, but it was a sweet silence. Content filled both your hearts, joy radiating from either of your faces. He pulled away, but his hands remained on your waist as not to let you stray too far.

“What are you doing here?” You ran your hand down his arm and back up, a smile forming on your lips.

“The monk life didn’t suit me.”  

You laughed softly, mirroring his chuckle. “I can see that.” You hugged him tightly again in an effort to assure yourself that he was truly here. “You look better in leather anyway.” You felt his arms firm around your waist and his warm breath against your ear as he chuckled.

“I missed you,” he murmured with a soft peck to your cheek.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “I missed you too.”

He pulled back, his hand on the side of your face and his thumb gently stroking your cheek. He leaned in slowly, almost cautiously. You didn’t hesitate to close the remaining space between you. You sealed your lips enthusiastically to his, hands on either side of his face.

A familiar shot of adrenaline made your heart flutter at having Aramis so close. You practically melted into the kiss as he pressed himself to you in order to bring you closer if possible.

You broke away from each other, your hands wrapped in Aramis’s. You smiled brightly.

“Are you here to stay?”

He smiled. “I believe so.”

“Good.” You hugged him again, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “I’d hate to see you leave again.”

He kissed your temple. “I won’t.” He rested his chin on top of your head. “I promise.”

You soaked up his embrace, taking his hand. “I wasn’t the only one who missed you. The children asked about you all the time after you left.”

“Aw, I’m flattered.” He winked. “I saw Marie. She’s grown so much,” Aramis observed with a fond look in his eye. He caressed your cheek.

You nodded. “She probably doesn’t even remember you,” you laughed. He smirked. “What a shame, I’m usually so memorable.”

You giggled, curling your fingers into the collar of his shirt and tugging him forward. You stopped just short of his lips. “I’ll say.”

“I do have a sort of charisma about me, don’t I?” he coaxed, eyes flickering to your lips. He eyed them hungrily.

You bit your lower lip, almost as if you were trying to further entice him. “Show me.” Next thing you knew, you were collapsed on the bed with Aramis hovering above you as you exchanged insatiate and sloppy kisses. Clothing was gone somewhere in between locking the door, crawling under the bedsheets and the fervency of your lips being sealed together impatiently.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” he murmured between kisses, “I may be a bit rusty after four years.”

You laughed softly. “I doubt it.”

He kissed you again. The world melted away and all you felt were each other. A mixture of emotions and sensations rushed over the pair of you while things slowly escalated. The next moments, although fleeting, were worth the long wait, and wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

You rested your head on Aramis’s chest, your eyelids drooping slightly. He ran his fingertips along your arm, leaving tingles in their wake. You shifted a little, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“Well, you haven’t lost your touch.” You sighed, tracing one of the many scars on his chest.

He sighed as well, letting his hand rest at your shoulder, gripping it gently. “Neither have you, my dear,” he purred. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you let your eyes droop shut.

You synced your breathing with Aramis’s, but opened your eyes and pursed your lips as a feeling of subtle anxiety hit you. “What now?”

“‘What now’?” He hummed shortly as he thought. “We’re together again. We’ll figure out ‘what now’ when now gets here.”

Despite his comforting words, you still felt an unease rising in your chest. “No, I mean it’s been four years, Aramis.” You stopped tracing the scar for a moment, your finger still pressed gingerly to his chest. “Something has to have changed.”

He folded his arm under his head, his other hand remained on your shoulder. “Well I’ve spent those four years in a monastery with only children and old men, so hopefully that tells you how much change I’ve encountered.” He chuckled softly at himself, but something in him shifted. “Unless you’re saying something’s changed for you.” He evaded your eyes. “You moved on, didn’t you?”

“No,” you were quick to respond as you propped yourself up on an elbow to look him in the eye, “no, Aramis, how could I?” You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you. I love you so much. I didn’t think I would be able to let go.” You pressed another soft kiss to his lips, your hand going to his cheek. Hope sparked behind his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. “Well then nothing’s changed, and it doesn’t have to.”

You bit your lip. “So we’ll just pick up where we left off?”

Aramis shrugged. “We’ll consider the last four years a detour.”

You smiled, kissing him yet again. “Deal.” You settled next to him, rolling on your side to face him. He mirrored your example. You noted his drooping eyelids and caressed his cheek, moving aside some stray hairs in the same movement. “You look tired.”

He closed his eyes and gave a small nod. “I am. It’s been a hell of a day.”

You ran your hand down his arm to lace your fingers with his. “Rest.”

He cracked an eye open, smiling a little. “Only if you do.” He pulled you closer with a peck to your forehead.

You sighed. “I have to go help get the children ready for bed,” you said as you began to push yourself from the bed.

His hand went to your waist in an instant. He locked eyes with you and grinned a little. “Catherine said you’d say that.” Aramis tugged you to move close to him again. “She also said to tell you she’s got it handled.”

You smiled at Catherine’s thoughtfulness. You snuggled up to Aramis’s chest, and he draped his arm over you. “I owe her one.”

He nuzzled your forehead. “Worry about it later.” He ran his hand slowly up and down your back. A pleasant silence lingered for a moment. “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

“So, so much,” he finished for you.

A drowsy giggle slipped past your lips, your eyes closing again. “Yes.”

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It felt SO GOOD to write something abt our ot3 like 🥺🥺 ive missed these three SO MUCH

Kal belongs to @daddy-geist

Tanya belongs to @jiving

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THAT BITCH OF URS

Duke had untangled himself from Kal to take care of the wall of text that immedately bombarded his phone. He'd much rather be comfortable on the couch again than leaning his elbows on his balcony railing, reading over irate texts from a childhood friend.

Well, were they really friends anymore?

So u and kal fuckin now???? Funny cuz i feel like u told me u didnt DATE DUDES DUKE

He ran his fingers through those red curls of his, tugging out knots, reading the messages again and again. He could imagine Kei's face, what it looked like as he furiously typed on his phone, face red with anger. It was probably a very familiar look.

All that shit i did for u ba k then when u and ur bitch were constanly hookin up and breakin off all the fucking secrets i kept for you bc you didnt want to com out o the closet you dick

He remembered. How could he forget? It was during a small break up with Tanya, during one of her bouts of fearing commitment. It was too much all at once, she wanted space and Duke agreed because he didn't want her unhappy.

He was far from a virgin when he snuck out to meet Kei at the barn. He just had never been with a guy before.

The first kiss was whispered with "I won't tell anyone," and laced with weed that was too full of stems and seeds. And Duke went along with it, opening a door he was too scared to recognize, the high easing his heavy heart even as Kei climbed into his lap and pressed him down flat into the hay.

"Please don't tell anyone." Duke had whispered into the dark. A smoke filled kiss shut him up and a bite to his bottom lip sealed a promise.

"I won't tell a soul, what are best friends for?"

Kei never did tell anyone at school.

I keep my mouth SHUT and what??? Now its ok for u to just forget everything with us and get T AND KAL? Fuck u man i told u I LOVED U and u went and made it weird. Fuckin hung out w the twins and T and KAL and what???? Stopped hangin w me???? NOTHING HAD TO CHSNGED BTWEEN US BACK THEN AND NOW ITS OKY FOR YOU TO DATE DUDES WHAT ABOUT ME

He thought back to that field party, to the bonfire and the smell of spilled alcohol and weed and cigarettes. He thought about how Kei said it so confidently, "I love you and I have for a long time."

He thought about how quickly his response spilled from his mouth with no amount of grace or tact to save him.

"I don't date dudes, Kei. Please don't tell anyone this at school."

The reflection of light from the fire crackled in Kei's eyes as he looked at Duke: first with shock, then morphing to fierce anger. It was as if Kei's fury alone sparked the flames that popped beside them in the fire. Loud and buring.

Kei didn't get up and storm off. He sat still and glared daggers while Duke was the one to run away. Escape. He wasn't ready to walk through a door that Kei had flug open. He wasn't even quite ready to knock on it back then.

Kei still never told anyone. What were (ex) best friends for?

WAT ABT WHEN KAL SAYS IT??? UGONNA RUN FROM HIM TOO???

FUCKING PUSSY COWARD

The sound of the balcony door sliding open was jarring and Duke whipped around, feeling caught in his memories. He looked over at Kal, tentatively stepping out onto the balcony and into the sun. Blond hair pulled back from his face into a ponytail and his workshirt pressed crisp and clean to his chest.

"Hey, you okay out here? I'm gettin' ready to leave."

Duke's smile was easy and contagious as Kal couldn't help but mirror it.

"Yeah I'm fine," Duke came up and latched onto Kei's hairtie, quickly tugging out that ponytail before he was swatted away. The laughter and play felt good while it eased the tightness in his chest, watching with amusement as Kal tied his hair back again. Taking advantage of having both his hands occupied, Duke lent in to pepper his face with kisses.

"No, no! I don't have time for this! I'm gonna be late!"

Duke bit at the hands playfully pushing his face away before Kal hurried back inside, quickly turning to try and shut the door in his face.

The goobye exchange was quick, a rushed warning of "Don't you touch my hair, Duke!" and a kiss.

"Hey."

Kal opened the door and cast a look over his shoulder, waiting.

"Love you," Duke reached up, tucking some loose bangs behind Kal's ear.

Then he reached back and tugged out his ponytail again.

Kal's laugh was bright and warm, echoing in the apartment hallway as he stole his hairtie back.

"You ass!" He said through his laugh, "I said don't touch my hair! I love you too, I'll see you tonight."

The door shut in Duke's stupid, grinning face.

Taking a seat back on the couch, he pulled out his phone and read over the messages again. One by one, he began deleting Kei's texts.

It was a little while later that the door reopened and the clacking of heels signaled Tanya's return home. Peeking up from the couch, the pep in her step was obvious.

"So what trouble did you get into today." It was more of a statement than a question, and Tanya hummed innocently.

"Babe, I don't know why you think I just go out and cause trouble." She answered flippantly, settling down on the other end of the couch.

Duke sighed dramatically and turned his phone around to show Tanya, "We had peace for so long."

Tanya shot up from the couch, looking down at Duke as he folded in on himself in laughter. The laughing continued as she stomped away, yelling "Oh! That boy!! Who does he think he is thinking he call me that!"

The only text coming in from Kei that day reading: THAT BITCH OF URS