Ankyax - NYX

It’s so cute I can’t

could I get #8 w/ iida? Fluff please? :) BC U ALREADU KNOW

I GOT YOU BBG NEVER MISSING A CHANCE TO WRITE FOR MY SECOND HUSBAND<333333

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More than friends.

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No one ever really understood why you were friends with him, and the way your friendship with him was, could be simulated as rather...odd.

Which never really made sense to you because like, why? Hes a good guy, he's helpful, caring, doting when needed and just overall a good person. People always called him uptight but around you he was just so amazing.

When he called you sweet, or said you looked 'divine' called you things like 'enchanting' or 'breath taking' at some moments, he was an angel sent from the heavens above, truly.

He always found a way to make you squirm in your seat, the way your friendship worked was confusing sure, but it was yours and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

"hello, y/n! How are you? Have you eaten?"

Tenya continued bombarding you with these questions, you always loved hearing them he was so caring and gentle with you it always made you feel so loved.

"I'm fine, ten ten."

You replied, offering him a smile that instantly brought one to his face, his features being complimented by the way he did.

He pushed up his glasses as he nodded to you, you giggle and nod back.

He was never really this doting on others, well except for midoriya ever since his vigilante arc tenya vowed to never really let izuku out of his sight, you admired his passion for wanting to keep his friends safe, it was one of the things you liked about tenya.

"wanna come to my dorm?"

You said blatantly, looking at him with a pointed look. You couldn't keep eye contact well, especially not with him but it always got worse when he'd look at you with such a piercing gaze, one of which was always filled with something, a desire.

He was shocked at your random outburst but was quick to agree.

You two found yourselves talking and laughing with each other which wasn't out of the ordinary for you two, he held you close to him your bodies colliding in a peaceful way like this is how things were supposed to be.

You faced him while his hand was on your hip, not in a sexual way, rather a comforting and safe way, the way his tight grip on his hip was all that you could think about, how much smaller you were than him, truly, he was tall and muscular and very attractive, being this close to him did something to you. You craved to be one with him.

"so.. I would prefer you've heard it from me rather than anyone else bombarding you with such things, but.. mei hatsume and I are dating, officially now.."

He told you, excitement being tinged slightly in his tone. His words caught you off guard interrupting your laugh as your eyes went wide, your smile fell as you looked at his chest before glancing up at him.

He looked down at you with a smile before seeing your reaction and concern went to paint his features instantly.

"is.. is something wrong, y/n? Are you alright?"

He was quick to ask you, god why did he do the things he did to you. You can't blame him for finally getting a girlfriend, he deserved one, a great one, one that was worthy of him, that was worthy of his bombarding love and caring personality, the way he smiles so perfectly, the way he was the walking embodiment of perfection.

He deserved someone that was perfect and more, and if he found that in.. mei hatsume, then who are you to stop him from pursuing that.

You exhale through your nose, looking down with a defeated look not bothering to answer his question, you felt rather uncomfortable in this moment now. Not because you hadn't wanted to be with him, lord knows it might just be the only chance you have left to be with him intimately of some sort. You didn't want to be held by him like this especially if he was with some other girl, he was a good guy who didn't deserve to be accused of cheating because you had some deranged fantasy of being with him.

He hadn't seen you like that, so you shouldn't see him like that. Yet, you couldn't help but feel something flutter in your stomach or much lower.. when his grio of your hip tightened and when he grabbed you by your chin and gently craned your head up to look at him. He stared down at you with a piercing gaze, concern filling the way he silently took you in, your wide eyes staring up at you sadly, your smile long gone as he frowned his brows furrowing.

You couldn't speak, not that you wanted to, you were stunned to say the least. You hadn't wanted to be a downer because this might be the last chance you have with him, once people get significant others they stop hanging out with their friends and when they do decide to hang out their significant other always has to join.

You didn't want to be that person who wanted him to feel like he shouldn't hang out with his girlfriend outside of them being together, plus if they are really together why should you be the one to stop him from being with her.

"y/n.. please tell me what is disturbing you."

He asks you softly, his voice hushed into a whisper as he looks down at you through his glasses lens. The way his blazing, lucent, electrifying ocean blue eyes looked deep into your own was magical, he could tell a start with only his eyes, how you wished you could live in them, dive in and never come out. He had such a grasp on you, not just physically but mentally, you were his and he was all you wanted.

You felt so defeated. So much so that you could almost cry, but you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of him due to your unrequited feelings for him.

He pulled you into a swift tight hug, burying his nose in your hair, the smell instantly taking over his senses, it was intoxicating he enjoyed the smell of your hair, the smell of your skin, the way you felt next to him was perfect. Meant to be even.

The hug was ended by you pulling away slightly, you look up to him once more staring deep into his eyes. He stared right back at you with just as deep eyes, however, something else on you caught his eye.

His eyes moved down a little, you seen that and followed his eyes on your face, your first thought went to maybe he was staring at your boobs? No he's not that kind of guy. Well.. maybe on the dl, but he wouldn't make it blatantly obvious if he were staring at your boobies.

His eyes were on your lips, he just couldn't help himself! Your lips looked so good and soft and kissable, he just wanted to grab you by your neck and kiss you.

That's just what he did, he slowly pulled you closer by the back of your neck, a soft hand holding you firmly and bringing you closer to him, you welcomed it and embraced it. You were so ready for this magical and enchanting kiss he was going to give but he stopped right in front of you, his breath fanning your lips as he continued to look down at them before bringing his deep ocean eyes to yours.

"may I?"

God why did you find him so sexy, the way he spoke and looked at you, the way he made your heart flutter when he was around, the way you got butterflies from just thinking about him. It was genuinely bazaar.

You pulled him into a rigid kiss, you needed this kiss so badly you fekt like you were going to explode. His eyes went wide from the way you yanked him into yourself, he ended up pulling away catching his breath that yous tole from him.

You looked up at him afraid, had you gone too far?

He simply chuckled before pulling you back in but into a much softer and rhythmic kiss. He held the kiss for a while, holding your face as well while he hummed lightly inside of it.

You sighed as your eyes fluttered shut, this was it, what you needed his beautiful lips on yours, if you were to pass in this given moment you would.

He pulled away with a sigh and a smile, you were speechless. The way he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he smiled at you with his beautiful eyes peering over you.

You eventually started to feel guilty creep onto you. You just kissed a taken man, let alone your best friend. Were you the girl best friend that people's girlfriend had to worry about?

Out of all honesty, you quite literally didn't mind if that meant tenya was yours.. selfish as it is.

You brushed the feeling away, yet still felt the need to ask,--

"what about your girlfriend."

You said bluntly, curious on what this meant for the two of you and how it would effect his relationship.

He gave you a confused look as his smile faultered before he mouthed an 'oh' with wide eyes, he sighed with a smile and chuckled.

Wait, what's funny? The fact you want to be a good person? God forbid.

You had started to get slightly angry, was he making fun of you?

"darling, I'm not really in a relationship. I only said that to see how you would react to if I actually had one."

He told you continuing to rub your cheek slightly pinching it.

You nod with a hum, your gaze then moving down to his chest as you ran a finger up and down it, you bit your lip slightly thinking to yourself, does this mean what you thought it did? That you and your best friend might actually get together?

"nothing to say?"

"not yet.. still thinking."

That made him laugh, he smiled brightly, just watching you and the way you worked, you were a beauty really, you were magical and one of a kind, the way you were programmed to him is just so mesmerizing, you're so.. yourself it makes him crazy. He would never say it to your face, but honestly he thinks you're a bit of an airhead, however he loves you all the more. These little facts and tricks about you are just so cute and amazing to him he can't help but want to be with you.

"take your time, my love."

He whispered, lying his head on top of yours and shutting his eyes with a comfortable sigh, you were his officially, now he can relax.

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AN: this needs to be said, no one can tell me certain mha characters js don't love black women like I js get vibes from certain people who either love or need a black woman in their life.

Tenya, bakugou, shoto, monoma fr

Idk what it is ab blondes who are ridiculously mean but I js love it and hate it at the same time.

My Adrian themed phone layout (slightly chaotic)

Feel free to use for Inspo or something :D

In the Margins | K.Bakugou

Katsuki tries to be subtle about how much he likes you. He really, really does. There’s no explanation as to why, it’s just how he is. 

When surrounded by reporters, he glares and does his best not to respond. After all, no answer is less satisfactory than a string of insults when his hostilities are still an interesting headline. When someone asks him if it’s true that he has a romantic interest, that’s the only time his eyes widen in surprise. They still don’t get an answer as his PR specialist doesn’t give him time to respond, but given a moment longer the latest headliner would’ve been about his relationship with you— Or at the very least, a blurry paparazzi photo collage of the two of you, and a single photo of his particularly annoyed expression, captioned: “Dynamight reacts to dating claims!” 

He doesn’t really talk about you with his friends, but it becomes a running joke that to get his attention they should call your name. They sit together at a restaurant, Katsuki in the seat furthest from the action. No matter the topic of conversation, nothing seems to elicit an exciting response from him (if you don’t count the angry fist-slam on the counter when he commands Denki to stop stealing his fries). But when Kirishima turns to the entry and says, “Hey, it’s Y/N!”, he jolts to attention, swiveling in his chair and looking to the doorway, only to find that no one is there. The boys holler and laugh, calling him loverboy and the like, saying how pleased you would’ve been to see it. Katsuki fumes. He’s glad that he’s known for being angry. It masks how much he wishes that you had actually walked through that door. 

He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when left alone in your presence. He wants to look at you, but when you make eye contact with him, he glares. When you talk to him, he scoffs a nonchalant response. But his body language can’t feign interest: he turns in your direction even when unspoken to, his voice deepens and his fingers drum nervously in his lap when you’re around. Even if he chooses to keep his distance, his thoughts keep you near. This much he can’t deny, and when you ask him on a date one night, he finds that he can’t deny you either. 

Things are different when he’s by himself entirely. He thinks about how nice your hair looked or how the dress you wore to dinner suited you. He prepares lunch for tomorrow, two servings: one for himself, and the other he will give to you, claiming they are leftovers. He rereads the texts you’ve sent him and looks for deeper meaning, but doubts there actually is any. It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he receives a goodnight message from you though. 

He doesn’t let you know everything. But he does let you know some things, to be extrapolated from there. If he recognizes that you wore lipstick he makes no comment, if he notices the way you sit closely he doesn’t move. He won’t tell you that he thinks red looks stunning on you, or that he likes it when your knees bump his. But he memorizes the shape of your lips as you speak, tracing the curve of your smile to find later in his dreams. 

When he finally tells you he loves you, you know he means it. Bakugou Katsuki is nothing if not true to himself.

He may never be an open book for you, aside from his rare outward confessions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be read. Flitting fingers on the back of your hand, a palm placed softly on your waist, warm meals, perfected drink orders and flowers on your doorstep without a card, only his name. He walks you home even when it’s inconvenient, takes the last train home to stay later with you, and runs through the rain to give you his spare umbrella, complaining about how wet his socks are only once you’re out of earshot. His rough hands learn to be gentle, and though he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his kisses linger on your hands, your lips, your neck. 

His gestures are humble but he makes them feel extravagant. It’s the same when he gets down on one knee in your shared bedroom, presenting a ring that only has one meaning; when he smiles softly as you walk down the aisle, wearing a dress you had talked about but he’d never seen; when he comes home to you every night, spending a few extra minutes in bed when morning comes; when he feels age in his bones but stays youthful with you.  

Bakugou Katsuki’s love is of the subtle variety: no bold text or pretty font, looping in and around a perfectly crafted story. But it’s written in the margins, permanent marker bleeding through the pages: There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you. 

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A/N: Let’s just call this one a tribute to my 1 year blog anniversary, a reiteration of how I view love, the core of every work I’ve written so far— I will indulge in it over and over again.

Date posted: 3/10/23

the empath in the room: *screaming and crying and throwing up* please…. someone make it stop

me in the corner thinking about stabbing and killing and maiming and death and descrtuction:

I hate being genderqueer/transmasc why the fuck do these two give me gender envy?

Eddie Munson + Text Posts ♡

ⓘ this user has Charlie Cox brainrot

Re arranged slightly so now it’s more organized :D

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summary: you admire Eddie's face as you lay on his chest

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: making out(?), mostly just fluff

notes: hey guys! It's been so long omg. I'm kinda jumping from fandom to fandom, but I still really want to write again and I miss my moots on here 😭

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A quiet sigh left your lips as your half open eyes peered at the tv. Your head laid on Eddie's chest, your arms practically asleep as they were underneath his back on the couch. Eddie was passed out with his arms securely around your body, holding you as close to him as he possibly could. Sounds of small snores filled the room, almost blocked out by the sound of the loud tv that had been replaying The Shining. A smile curled up on your lips as you could hear his heartbeat from lying your ear close to his chest.

A small grunt escapes your lips as you slowly shift your head up to get a better look at his face. He contorts slightly, eyes still closed, and moves his arms up your body to keep you close as you moved. You chuckled quietly as you looked down at his sleeping face. Your eyes moved up and down as you carefully examined his facial features, from his thick eyebrows down to his plump pink lips. You reached up your hand and softly traced down his jawline and up to lay your palm on the side of his face and caress his cheek with your thumb. After a couple moments of you staring in compete admiration, you heard him grunt softly and slowly begin to open his eyes. He breathed in deeply and a large smile spread across his lips as he noticed your face looking down on him. "Whatcha' doing there, princess?" He asked, his voice a bit husky from just waking up. "Just-" You brought your hand up to lay in his hair. "Just admiring you." You spoke softly and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Admiring?" He asked, a stupid smile beaming on his face. You chuckled as you laid your head down on his chest for a moment before sitting up and having both your legs on either side of his torso. "Yeah, you're just so pretty." You said as you cupped his face and pressed another kiss onto his lips. "So handsome." You pulled away for a moment just to kiss him once again. Eddie felt like he was going to melt from your words and now your lips on his. His hands moved up to wrap around your back and pull you down so that your chest is touching his, your lips still intertwined.

He held onto you tightly as he turned over so that he was now over you and you had your head lying against the arm of the couch. He pulled away from your lips for a moment as he looked down at you. "I could say the same thing about you sweetheart." He smiled and kept his hands securely at the sides of your waist, slightly under your shirt. You felt the cold metal of his rings at your sides causing a shiver to run up your spine. "You're stunning, baby." He whispers as he leans down and locks your lips in a deep kiss. You smile against his lips and pull him closer. He pulls back for a moment before laying his head down into the crook of your neck, leaving a few last kisses on your neck. "You're everything to me, baby." He hums into your neck and you pull your hand up and hold the back of his head. "I love you, Eddie." You whisper before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I love you too, sweetheart." He responded, you could feel his smile on your neck. You rubbed circles into his back as you both fell asleep again slowly after.

could you write something with morpheus and his wife?? something like an argument where he has to apologise to her like he had to to lucienne??? i saw you prefer hcs so that would be great! ty xo

ofc!! i went with a wife who's been with him since pre-canon if that's okay!

dream of the endless x fem!reader

dream doesn't enjoy fighting with you, it's not something he takes pleasure in like some of his other siblings do

that being said it does happen sometimes; all married couples fight, you two are no exception

a millennia of being together means you tend to know what the other’s opinion of something is going to be before it’s even been discussed so arguments really don’t happen that often

a century imprisoned in a basement has changed your husband though

he’s different when he returns to you, returns to the dreaming, and it no longer feels like the two of you are on exactly the same page anymore

you've seen him lose his temper at lucienne since he got back which never would've happened prior to his imprisonment and it does worry you that he's not telling you something, that his time away from the dreaming has affected him more than he'd care to admit to anyone

trying to approach the subject doesn't work, he shuts down every attempt you make to coax him into opening up to you

you can see it’s frustrating him asking him but you’re really just trying to help him, he’s never been the most open man but it feels like he’s shutting you out intentionally now and that hurts

it all comes to a head when you try and ask about jessamy for the first time in a while and he just snaps at you

you take his anger in silence, and when he looks like his anger is spent, you just leave the room. he doesn't see you again for the rest of the day

"i was wondering where you were." you look up to see your husband standing near the door leading into the library. to your slight satisfaction, he looks uncertain as to whether his presence is wanted here or not.

"i've been here all day. ask lucienne." you had been in the library all day, but you've been using your ability to manipulate the castle to keep your location within the building shifting. it's not been something you've done particularly often but it's come in use today at least.

"she declined to disclose your location to me."

"would you class that as treason?" he smiles at that and it almost feels like the old days. almost.

"for her, i'd make an exception." the two of you fall back into silence. it's strange to see dream, who's usually so sure of himself, looking dare you say nervous.

"you can sit. if you want." a chair appears in front of you, and soon you're facing your husband. he looks more relaxed now he's been invited to share space with you after avoiding him for so long.

"it was wrong of me to lose my temper with you. i know you're just trying to help my love."

"i'm your wife morpheus, you need to trust me."

"i do, and i will tell you what happened. but only when i am ready to do so."

"just let me in sometimes. that's all i ask dream."