no longer teenagers

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First Auror Potter I have ever painted was on his birthday, July 31st, in 2016, and it’s the first of this collection. I think that’s why I started to think of him as an +20 yo auror. Somehow, it’s like he’s growing with me in real time. My vision of Harry Potter has matured over the years. He’s no longer a young boy in my mind as I’m no longer a child or teenager. What motivates me is to think he’s got wiser and more serious and all shit he’s been through since he was a kid made him even more sarcastic then he was. “No need to call me sir, professor” would turn into something like “You need to call me sir”.

For more bearded/auror Harry, see this tag :)

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In honor of today’s date, Connor and I have decided we are adopting you all. We are your fathers now, have a lovely day <3

Two Sides to Every INTJ:

INTJ: why are humans such idiots? All these idiots, running into walls and screaming and gossiping behind each other’s backs. Teenagers suck. Why are we all so horrible. This is why everyone hates me, I am evil.

also INTJ: KITTY FRIEND COME PLAY WITH ME I LOVE YOU

what to do when you have a crush on your best friend 

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: watched homecoming last night and i loved everything about it. this took a while to write because i kept getting distracted, and that title is whatever because i literally couldn’t think of anything else lolol

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The photo could be the closest taken to the date he met John Lennon, showing a 15-year-old who’s come through his chubby period and is looking good: slim and like a real teenager—no longer a boy, not yet a man, a keen youngster singing Elvis into the North Sea breeze at Filey Bay.”

— Mark Lewisohn about these photos taken by Mike McCartney on August 1957. from the book The Beatles: All These Years.

I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt 5

A/N: Hey beauties! I’m sooooooooo sorry that this is suuuuuuupppppeeerrr late. Please forgive me. There was a lot going on with finals, weddings and graduation parties but it’s summer and I’m here for good! I can’t believe the amazing feedback from this series y’all are so kind and beautiful and I sincerely thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy this!

Here’s Part 4 —> i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-4

“This is too much, y/b/f/n” I say unable to recognize myself in the mirror. “Oh, hush, you look hot” y/b/f/n gushes as she continues loosely curling my hair. “Are you sure I don’t look like I’m trying to hard?” I ask while turning my head at different angles. “Yes!” she shouts as she forcefully places my head still. “Ouch, that hurt!” I cry out, “Do you want to get burned?” she asks with one hand holding the straightener and the other on her hip. “No,” I say softly, “Well stop moving,” she scolds while picking up another strand of hair.

“What party is this again?” I ask playing with my manicured nails. “Shawn’s birthday,” she says. “Your man is no longer a teenager,” she jokes. “That’s not my man,” I snap. “Not now, but by the end of tonight, he’ll be,” she says matter-of-factly. “Are you sure he likes me?” I ask, not wanting to be embarrassed or hurt anymore. I’m tired of having my heart broken by stupid and confused boys, *cough* *cough* Calum Hood. “Oh my gosh, y/n. For the thousandth time, yes Shawn likes you. No, you’re not wearing too much makeup. Yes, your dress is tight but it should be you gotta show off them curves, so please stop worrying you look gorgeous! Seriously, it’s been over a year since you went out as a single woman. You gotta stop letting Calum subconsciously control your mood. Forget him! He’s moved on, remember? It’s time for you to move on too,” she says looking at my eyes through the mirror. I smile at her and she goes back to loosely curling my hair. I look at myself again, and my pouty purple lips turn into a huge smirk as I can’t deny, I do look hot. She finishes curling the last strand as she sings, “All done!” I stand up and look at the sexy red dress hugging my y/s/c frame. “Calum who?” I joke as she starts laughing, “That’s my girl,” she says while picking up her eye liner. Through the mirror, I wink my silver and black smokey eye at her and blow her a kiss as she starts fanning herself with her hand. “You are going to break hearts tonight honey,” she says while going to fix her make up. I laugh at her as I can’t help but imagine the look on Calum’s face when he sees me, he’s gonna wish he never left. “Y/N!” I hear my name being yelled.

“Huh?”

“Call an Uber,” she says. “Okay,” I reply picking up my phone and opening the app. “Y/N, you need to stop zoning out so much, that’s how people get kidnapped,” she says. “What?” I ask laughing at her weird statement which she ignores. “It’ll be here in an hour,” I say she nods her head as she continues singing along to Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. “Tonight is going to be unforgettable,” I say as I open Snapchat to picture us getting ready.


As soon as we enter the club the smell of alcohol hits my nose. “Come on, let’s find the guys,” y/b/f/n says and I nod at her smiling. The bass pumps through my veins as Daya sings about how much she needs someone right now. I know what I need right now, drinks. We walk towards the dance floor, which is crowded with energetic bodies grinding, jumping and dancing. I watch the DJ behind his table jumping and dancing with the crowd. Y/b/f/n holds my hand tight as we weave through the bodies. A handsome brown-skinned boy grabs me by the wrist, “Promise me a dance before you leave tonight, gorgeous,” his deep voice yells. I send him a flirty wink, “Promise,” I say as y/b/f/n says, “Come on, I think I see Luke,” as she guides me to a roped off area. The area is a replica of the club with a bar, seating areas and dance floor but its much smaller. I look around and see most of the big time celebrities in there.

“You never told me what’s going on between you two,” I say back not needing to yell anymore since this area was much quieter. “I don’t kiss and tell, y/n” she says as both her and my eyes go wide. “You kissed Luke!?” I shouted as a few heads look at us, “Tell the whole world, will ya?” she snaps as I start wiggling my eyebrows at her. “Y/b/f/n” a masculine voice yells and we turn to see Luke smirking at her while he waves us over. We walk over to the intimidating security guard standing in front of the rope and he blankly stares at us as if he didn’t just hear Luke call us over. “Hi, may we get in?” y/b/f/n asks sweetly. “No,” the guard grunts out.

“They’re with us, Brad” Michael says coming up behind the guard while patting him on the back. Brad huffs out of annoyance but lets us in. “Thanks,” I say softly. I watch y/b/f/n quickly run off with Luke leaving me. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, long time no see,” Mikey screams and I can tell he’s already taken some shots. “Did you start drinking without me, Mikey?” I ask with my hands on my hips raising an eyebrow. “I was trying to wait, but you took so damn long,” he says giving me an innocent smile as he wraps me in a tight hug. “I missed you,” he whispers in my ear. “No one else cooks for me,” he whines as he lets go, still holding my hand.

“Cook your own damn food, Michael,” I hear Ashton say behind him as he smirks at me. “Michael get your arse over here!” an Irish voice yells. We all look over, “Hi y/n” Niall waves. “Hey!” I wave back, happy to see the always smiling boy. “Tell Ashton to start making me food,” Michael whispers in my ear as he gives me one last hug. “I’m not cooking for you,” Ashton says. “Meanie” Michael says while sticking his tongue out and walking away towards the group of people including Niall. I look at Ashton in his signature black skinny jeans matched with a black leather jacket. I finally look at his eyes and see his eyes are still making their way to my face, “A picture lasts longer,” I say, mocking him from the other day. He chuckles at me, “Trust me, pictures don’t do you any justice, babe,” he says. His intense gaze starts making flutters erupt in my stomach and I can’t deny the emotions I’m feeling towards this boy. But, I remember what y/b/f/n said, I can’t break up Cashton.

“I should go find, y/b/f/n,” I say going to walk past him. His arm snakes around my waist and I freeze once his front presses against my back. “There’s no telling where she and Luke ran off to, you’ll be looking for them all night,” he says by my ear. “Well, then I should find the birthday boy,” I say while turning my head to look into his eyes. “I’m right here,” he whispers. I chuckle, “Your birthday was last month, Irwin,” I say turning my head away from his. “It was. And you missed it. I didn’t get a gift, call or text from my best friend. Can you imagine how hurt I was?” he asks. Guilt courses through me; he probably was hurt. I look down at his arms and see that its still around my waist. But it doesn’t freak me out, it actually comforts me and I relax a little. “Seems like you’ve gotten over it,” I say. “I haven’t” he whispers as his lips softly brush against my ear, “I think I deserve a gift.” 

“Oh really?” I ask turning around and facing him deciding to entertain him for a bit. “What do you want, birthday boy?” I ask as my hands unconsciously snake to around his neck. He seems surprised by this but he keeps his cool. This feels right, us holding each other but why is it so wrong to everyone else? “For me to buy you coffee,” he says staring into my eyes as he pulls me closer into him. His cologne clouding my brain. “I don’t think you understand how birthday gifts work,” I joke as I laugh while my hands play with the curls at the nape of his neck. I hear him whimper but he quickly covers it up by clearing his throat. I watch his Adams apple move as he swallows deeply and all I can think about is leaving purple-stained kisses all over his neck. “I want to buy you coffee so we can talk about this elephant we’re carrying,” he says referring to our last conversation together.

His words make me realize that I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing him right now. What does that make me look like? Dating one band member and then moving on to another, even if I only truly loved one of them. I retract my hands from the softness, “Actually we can talk about that now,” I say. “Right here?” he says while looking around. “Do you want to go somewhere more private? We can go back to the house,” he suggests, his arms still around my waist. “We can’t be together Ashton,” I say looking at the ground. His grip loosens and I take that as my cue to walk away but he stops me. “Why not?” he asks frustrated that I hadn’t even given us a chance to talk things through. “Is it because of Calum?” he asks.

“What about me?” a voice behind me says. I turn around and see Calum with that girl Twitter is in love with on his arm. “Nothing,” I say as I walk away from them and head to the bar in desperate need of a drink. “Y/N!” Ashton yells. I turn around and look at the boy who I no doubtedly have feelings for yet can’t do anything about them. His eyes are pleading with mine and once again we stare in each other’s eyes neither of us really wanting to speak or leave first. “This conversation isn’t over,” he says before turning around and walking out of the private area. Calum turns around and looks at me with confused eyes, “What is going on between you two?” he asks, his voice laced with frustration. “Why do you even care?” I snap back at him, “Oh that’s right, you don’t. You just want to pretend like you care about me,” I finish and walk away. I walk up to the bar and order three shots of tequila. I down the first two easy but as I lift the third shot to my mouth a hot hand stops me. “Why were you and Ashton talking about me?”

I look at the Maori boy and rolled my eyes, “It doesn’t concern you,” I lie. While taking the third shot and calling the bartender over for another round. “You only drink like that when you’re celebrating, or somethings bothering you,” he says looking at me with soft eyes. I raise a shot to him, “This is for tonight being my first night out as a single woman,” I down it while staring into his eyes. I reach for another, “This one’s for you and your new girlfriend, congrats” I say with sarcasm as I take it down. “This one,” I start by taking the last one, “That’s enough, y//n” Calum says as he takes it out my hand and downs it with ease. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about g/n, it just didn’t seem like the right time,” he admits. “Whatever, Calum, I’m over you,” I say getting off the stool to go find y/b/f/n. I hear Calum clear his throat, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks, softly while playing with his fingers, not looking at me. I turn around and face him, “What?” I ask back. “I said,” he gets off the stool and stands in front of me, “Are you over Ashton?” he asks firmly looking in my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie. “Oh, spare me, y/n,” he snaps. “You think I can’t tell what’s going on between you two,” he asks. “You have always been close with Ashton. You guys finish each other’s sentences. You stay up talking until late hours in the morning, you tell him things before me. You’re his screen saver,” he continues, which takes me by surprise, “I am?” I ask in disbelief. “Yeah, the asshole won’t take it off either,” he says to which I smile looking at the ground. “And at the grocery store, the way he held you and how you looked into each other’s eyes, we never had that,” he says. “No Calum, you didn’t have it, but I did. I loved you more than life itself, I mean you’re my first true love,” I say while grabbing his hands making him look at me. “No, I wasn’t, y/n, Ashton is,” he says. “But we can’t be together,” I say removing my hands. “Because of me?” he asks and I nod my head. “I’m sorry y/n but I don’t think I can ever be okay with you dating Ashton,” he admits. “You, the fans, y/bf/n it’s just not right. I can’t break up Cashton,” I say as he chuckles. “I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time, surprising each other. “What are you sorry for?” he asks. “For meeting you first,” I say as I walk away.

“Y/N!” I hear my voice being called and I turn around to see the handsome forreal birthday boy smiling at me. “Surely, you weren’t about to leave without telling me Happy Birthday,” he smirks as he walks closer. He is cute, I think to myself as I eye him up and down, he looks real good in those skinny jeans and black t-shirt his muscles bursting from underneath. “Of course not,” I say walking back to meet him. “Are you okay?” he asks sincerely probably noticing my misjumbled face. “Yeah,” I say. “Promise?” he asks holding his arms out. “Promise,” I say walking in his arms. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers in my ear. “Me too,” I say looking up at him and giving him a big smile. Work by Rihanna and Drake starts to play and he asks me to dance with him. I take his hand as he guides me to the mini dance floor, which is already crowded. He puts his hands on my waist and I put my arms around his neck as we start to dance together exchanging small talk, he’s a really amazing guy. “So I guess birthday wishes do come true,” he says in my ear. “What do you mean?” I ask still flustered from how close we are. “I wished that I’d get to dance with the prettiest girl in the world,” he says looking in my eyes, making me embarrassed. “Oh please,” I say focusing on dancing but very flattered by his comment. “Its true, y/n. You’re so beautiful, its a shame that Calum couldn’t see what he had,” he says as his arms reach to my lower back pushing me more against him. “But one man’s trash is another man’ s treasure,” he says while looking between my eyes and my lips. I’m not sure if its the alcohol, Shawn or both but I want nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. He leans down and whispers over my mouth, “Does the birthday boy get a birthday kiss?” “Not from her,” a deep voice says, pulling me away from Shawn. I look up to see Ashton with a pissed face. “Hey, I don’t want come in between anything, I thought you were single, y/n,” Shawn says while looking at me. “Sorry, man but she isn’t” Ashton says speaking for me, as he pulls me away to a couch towards the back of the private area where no one was sitting.

“Ashton, let me go,” I say as his grip tightens. “Is that why you don’t want to be with me? That kid?” he asks obviously upset. “He’s not a kid,” I say defending Shawn. “The boy only just turned 20,” he says matter-of-factly. “He’s only 2 years younger than me,” I say back. “Oh so am I too old for you?” he snaps. “Ashton, you know that’s not why we can’t be together. Shawn, is not complicated,” I tell him and immediately regret it. “So you’d throw away what we have for a kid you don’t even like just because it’s not complicated!” he yells. “I don’t have a choice! Can you imagine the backlash I’ll get for dating you? I can’t handle that, Ashton” I snap back at him. “I don’t care what other people think about us, I love you! That’s the only thing that should matter” he says as he grabs my hands and pulls me into him. “Tell me you love me,” he demands and tears fill my eyes because I can’t admit it out loud. Once I do, it’s going to be even harder to walk away. “No,” I say trying to take my hands out his grasp but he grips them tighter. “Tell me you think about me all the time. Tell me how much you miss me, say it y/n” he says again, his hands going to my face forcing me to stare into his beautiful eyes. “Please, Ashton don’t make me say it,” I beg him. “Tell me, y/n” he begs again. “Tell me how much you regret meeting Calum first. Tell me how you just want me to hold you and never let you go,” he pleads tears threatening to spill from his eyes too as his hands play with my hair. He leans me closer into him, “Tell me!” he snaps and I can’t deny my feelings for him any longer.

There’s only one way for me to express to him how he makes me feel. I crash my lips onto him and he immediately kisses me back. His warm and soft lips feel so good against mine. We fight for dominance but he wins as I’m overwhelmed by how good this feels. I put my hands in his hair and start tugging on his curls earning a moan from his lips. His tongue asks for entrance which I happily grant him access. Our tongues dance with one another as we both pour our emotions into the kiss. Our kiss feels as explosive as fireworks. Tastes better than the first bite of food after fasting. Feels more homey than Christmas morning…it’s like magic. I begin to bite and suck on his bottom lip as his hands move to my butt and massages it making me softly moan. I attack his lips once again, this time I take control as I back him into the couch. He flops down and wasting no time, I go to straddle him as I start leaving small kisses and bites on his neck. “Fuck y/n” he whispers out making me more excited. I make my way back to his mouth and give him one last passionate kiss and stare into his eyes. “Ashton Fletcher Irwin,” I say bringing my hands back to his hair, pushing it off of his face. “I think about you all the time you’d think I was obsessed. These last few weeks have been hell being away from you and when I saw you in the supermarket I almost cried. I’d do anything to go back in time and make you mine when I first had the chance. I’m so in love with you,” I say with my whole heart. “Oh baby,” he says rubbing his hands up and down my back, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” he says. “I love you so much, y/n. I’m never letting you go, I don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re mine,” he says staring into my eyes.

“I fucking knew it” a voice behind us says as we turn around and see Calum looking like he’s ready to kill us.

A/N: So this is part 5, please tell me what y’all think! I love hearing from you all and talking about what I should do. Do y’all want a part 6? Or should I leave as is? Thank you for reading it means so much!!!! xoxoxo

Here’s pt. 6 —>i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-6

I’m feeling a bit nostalgic all of sudden, so what do I do? Right! Headcanon coming right up!

Imagine that somewhere in the future, years and years from now, Izuku is no longer the teenager he is now. He’s a grown man, a top hero, and has taken up the work his mentor has passed onto him – he is not a lone pillar like All Might once was, because there are other young heroes (mostly Class 1-A) right beside him, working together with him, but unofficially, the citizens talk about the hero “Deku” being the new Number One. It is as if All Might has come back, even stronger than before, some say.

One day, Toshinori is walking down the street, sunglasses perched on his nose, a hat drawn in deep to hide his features. People nowadays don’t make a fuss over him when they happen to recognize him, not anymore, but there are still a lot of All Might supporters out there. Whenever he doesn’t feel like getting too much attention, he disguises himself just enough to pass as a normal citizen.

Which he is, now. No hero, just a normal person coming back from buying groceries for lunch. 

It doesn’t bother him anymore. There are others who do his old job now, and he can safely say that they are doing a fabulous job at it.

 

But still… as he tilts his head back in order to stretch his aching neck a bit, his gaze lands on a poster. It’s colourful, slogan plastered over it, and a familiar mop of green hair is to be seen on it.

“Hero Deku – The movie! Coming soon!” it reads in big, bold letters.

Toshinori stops in his walk and reads it again. He has seen such posters often already. Deku’s face greets him everywhere he goes – pictures in newspapers, in commercials, action figures lining racks at the supermarket. It grins at him from T-Shirt that young Deku-fanboy’s and fangirls wear, proudly presenting their hero to the world.

Their hero.

Suddenly, the realization crushes down on Toshinori. Izuku… Izuku is a hero now. No, he is the hero, even more famous and stronger than All Might once was.

Izuku has reached his goal, fulfilled his dream.

A memory flashes before Toshinori’s inner eye – a shy, tense boy, nearing tears, asking him loudly and with a waver in his voice

“Can someone without a quirk become a hero like you?!”

A wide smile blooms on Toshinori’s face, warm affection and pride flooding him, letting tears well up in his eyes. Chuckling to himself, he pushes his sunglasses onto his forehead, rubbing at his eyes with the ball of his free hand. “Yeesh. I’m getting sentimental in my old age.”

There is a quick breathe next to him, before a high, breathless voice chirps from around his knees. “Are you All Might?”

Toshinori blinks the last tears back and looks down. There is a little boy standing next to him, big round eyes staring up at him reverently, little chubby fists clutching a familiar action figure painted mostly in green.

“Why, you’re right my boy,” Toshinori shifts and gets down on one knee in order to be on eye-level with the little one. A smile tugs at his lips. “I really used to be All Might.”

The boy’s eyes go even bigger, a feat that should have been impossible, and a wide, toothy grin spreads on the round face. “That’s so cool! You’re the real All Might!”

Toshinori laughs at that, hoarse but honest. The excitement reminds him of another fanboy…

“Did you really train Deku?”

The laugh trails off, turning into chuckles before Toshinori quieted completely, smiling nostalgically.

Once, he had been recognized for his deeds as All Might. Now, he was recognized as Deku’s teacher.

It made him feel ready to burst with pride, warmth swelling in his chest.

“Yes, I did,” he pats the boy’s head gently, chuckling at the happy squeak that gets him. “You’re well informed, young man.”

The grin widens even more, and the boy hops up and down in excitement, the Deku-figurine pressed to his chest. “I know everything about Deku! He’s my hero!”

“Is he now?”

“Yes! I want to be just like him when I grow up!”

Toshinori hums, half-listening as the boy rambles on, listing up feats that Deku has done, and why he thinks that Deku is the coolest hero out of all of them. All the while, Toshinori slips one hand into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out his phone, trying to catch a glimpse of the time.

Already five minutes late.

He will probably be worried by now, he muses, amusement and the beginning of an idea flickering through him.

“My boy.”

The little one stops, excited expression shifting into a mixture of embarrassment and worry. “O-Oh! Sorry, um, I know I always talk too much…”

“Not at all,” Toshinori calms him, smiling slightly. “But I wanted to know: What would you say if you accompany me for a bit? There is someone I would like you to meet.”

“Someone…?” for a second, the boy frowns, contemplating, before he beams again. After all, it is All Might he is talking with. “Okay!”

Toshinori gets up again, silently cursing his cracking knees – he really was getting old – gathering his grocery bags and resuming his walk. The boy kept up with his slow steps easily, hopping all the while, talking and talking and talking.

It brought a grin to Toshinori’s face. Fanboys were always the same, it seemed.

They turned the last corner, Toshinori’s home in sight right before them, as someone called out, “There you are! Yeesh, I was already getting worried here!”

The boy stopped hopping, basically freezing in spot, as a tall, green-haired man appeared right in front of them. He was huge, at least for the boy, only an inch or so smaller than All Might himself, broad shoulders hidden underneath a wide shirt reading “All M”

Toshinori just hummed, fumbling for his keys. “Hello to you too, my boy.”

The other snorted, shaking his head. “That’s all? Please call me next time when you’re late. The last time you didn’t show up in time, it was because you had run into another villain incident.”

“Bad luck. And you bailed me out from it easily,” Toshinori rumbled, shoving the younger aside gently in order to reach the door. “Stop pampering an old man like me, will you?”

“Never. And don’t call yourself old” in a gesture not very fitting for a grown man, the younger stuck his tongue out at the blond, getting punched lightly in the shoulder for it.

Only then did the man notice that his former teacher had company. Green eyes blinked as they locked onto the frozen little boy who was staring up at him in wonder. “Oh? Who is…?”

“You’re Deku!” the little boy breathed reverently, even more fascinated by the fact that his hero was standing in front of him than he had been by the sight of All Might himself.

“Um. Yes?” A sheepish smile appeared on Izuku’s face as he scratched the back of his head. “Hello there!”

“You’re really, really Deku!”

“Ummmm…” Izuku’s gaze shifted from the excited little fanboy towards his mentor, helpless, silently saying Help, I’m overwhelmed.

Toshinori barely managed to bite back a snort, shoulders shaking with laughter. “Izuku, meet your number one fanboy.”

“I’m Taiki!” The boy was beaming now, eyes ablaze with happiness at the sight of his idol. “And you’re the coolest hero ever!”

“Eh?” Izuku’s smile was more relaxed now. He was familiar with the excitement one felt when meeting his idol, after all. “That’s a very nice thing of you to say, Taiki, thank you.”

“Oh, oh! Can I have your autograph? Please? That would be so great!”

“Of course you can. Wait, I do have a pen somewhere…”

 

Toshinori stopped in the open door, leaning against the doorframe as he watched his student and Taiki. Izuku had crouched down in front of the boy, signing the offered notebook (“I read on the internet that you used to take notes of everything, Deku!” – “I still do that, actually.”)

Another warm, overwhelming feel of pride wells up inside the blond, and he can feel himself smiling softly.

Izuku catches that, lifting an eyebrow. “What?”

“Hmmm?”

“You’re smiling at me.”

“Can’t I be proud of my boy?” Toshinori gives back easily.

Izuku’s expression changes into something bright, happy, warm, and he smiles widely.

Toshinori clears his throat, pushing himself off from the doorframe. “Well, I should get started on lunch, I guess.”

Taiki’s smile falls, and he looks up from the autograph he had just admired. “Oh. Should I…?”

“You,” Izuku interrupted him softly, “Should try and call your parents to ask if you can stay for lunch.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but then, Taiki’s whole face lights up. “Really?!”

“M-hm,” Izuku’s gaze flickers over to his mentor quickly, before he mock-whispers “Toshi- All Might always cooks too much, you know. He thinks I would starve otherwise.”

“I do not,” Toshinori admonishes from where he is kicking of his shoes already. “I know your mother. She would never let you starve.”

“Still not sure about that!” Izuku quips back, laughing, before he turns to his young fanboy again. “What do you think, Taiki?”

The boy’s face is almost splitting under his big grin. “I will call them!”

Toshinori watches, smiling, as the young fanboy scrambles to call his parents, while Izuku waits at the doorstep patiently.

Yes. Izuku really has come a long way.

Izuku looks over his shoulder, catching Toshinori smiling absentmindedly again, and he laughs at his mentor happily. “I still can’t believe that I have fanboys now! That’s so awesome!”

 

Toshinori blinks, shaking his head, grinning back.

But some things would never change.

 

“You’re too modest, Izuku.”

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No longer teenage, a powerless mutant, hardly a ninja and a turtle only when it comes to speed. But still in love with my childhood heroes - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I love how people around my age, who were watching the same shows as kids, are still inspired by them and draw our beloved heroes professionally. This adds a new twist to the show you know so well.

Two's Company - Stiles Stilinski - Part 2

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Reader.

Part 1

Originally posted by inderlander

You were having trouble coming to terms with your pregnancy. You slept at Stiles’ every night and you cried yourself to sleep. It was tough to say the least. At this point you thought you were 24 weeks. You hadn’t said anything, you hadn’t talked to Stiles about it any further, you hadn’t even gone to the doctor, you’d figured your own due date.

You opened Stiles’ closet and sighed. You were even starting to grow out of his clothes. “Babe..let me take you shopping for maternity clothes…please?” Stiles placed his hands on your hips and you laid your head on his chest.

“I want to tell your dad.” You mutter.

“He’s at the station. Let’s go.” Stiles said nonchalantly.

“What? I thought you’d say no.” You back away.

“Nah, he needs to know.” He holds his hand out and laces his fingers with yours. “Let’s go.”

You both walk into the station and head straight for the sheriff’s office. Stiles knocks on the door and the two of you walk in.

“Hey, you two. I was just about to call and see what you wanted for dinner.” He smiles.

You both sit down and look at him. “Dad, we need to talk to you.” Stiles looks at his hands.

“Is everything okay?” Noah looks to you.

“No? I mean yes..but no.” You say quickly.

He chuckles. “You and Stiles are quite the pair.”

Stiles sits up. “We may have gotten ourselves into a situation…which led to many other situations that put us in the situation we’re in now…” He mumbles.

Your boyfriend’s father looks at you. “Translate?”

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out.

He chuckles. “I know. I just wondered when you’d tell me.”

Stiles squints at his father. “How?”

“Obviously you’re growing quickly, plus you both have been pretty quiet lately which isn’t normal…you kinda live with us too..not that I mind. It’s just obvious.” He shrugs. “Your mom was the same way with me. When she was pregnant we were attached at the hip.” He smiles at you.

“You’re okay with this?” You say surprised.

“No..but I know I’ve raised my son well and he’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. I know you two are responsible.” He nods at Stiles. “Have you been to the doctor?” He asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t want people to judge me…” You say quietly.

“Make an appointment. You’ll be glad you did.”

The three of you stand and hugs are exchanged.

“I’ll see you at home. Chinese okay?”

“More than okay.” You and Stiles say in unison. You intertwine hands and leave.

You get in the Jeep and look at Stiles. “That was easy.” Stiles laughs.

“Yeah..it was.” You smile. “I guess I should make an appointment.”

You pick up your phone and dial your gynecologist. Luckily they have a spot open in thirty minutes. You tell Stiles and you head to the doctor. You go inside and wait for them to call you back. You look around at all of the other women, most of them pregnant.

You look up at Stiles and smile. He looks way out of his league. You get called back and you get set up on a bed.

The nurse gives you an ultrasound and she gathers your information. She leaves the room and Stiles looks at you. “Why didn’t she tell us anything?”

“Nurses aren’t allowed to tell genders or anything. Doctors do that.” You smile. He nods in understanding as the doctor walks in. She introduces herself to Stiles and begins the second ultrasound. “Well..it looks like you’re having a boy.” You smile at Stiles. He’d guessed that in the waiting room. “Oh! Two boys.” She smiles at you.

“Wait..two?” You look at her wide-eyed and she nods.

You hear a loud thump and when you look over Stiles is on the floor. He fainted. You roll your eyes and look at the doctor. “Two…for sure?” She nods and you groan. One was overwhelming but two?“

“I’ll go get the pictures and I’ll let you two talk.” She leaves the room. You swing your leg over the table and kick Stiles. He groans and stands up. “Two boys.” He looks at you like he might pass out again.

“I just turned 18 and I’m going to have two sons.” He covers his eyes with his hands.

You scoff. “You’re worried about you? Stiles I’m 16 and having two sons. I’m not even a senior yet.”

He turns to face you and takes your hand. “You’re right..I’m sorry.” He kisses your forehead. “We definitely need to talk to my dad…wow. Twins.”

He sits in the chair beside you. He zones out when the doctor comes back in.

“Well, Y/N, you’re about 26 weeks. Here are your ultrasound pictures.”

She hands you pictures of your babies. You look at them and suddenly nothing else matters. A flip has switched in you. You smile softly as you look at the two babies nestled next to each other. You are no longer a teenager. You’re a parent. All it took was a doctor’s appointment.

You schedule an appointment for a check up before leaving. You get in the car with Stiles and you hand him the pictures. You see the same emotions flash through his eyes that went through your head. You see his demeanor change and you know these babies were not an accident.

“It’s so much different seeing it as a picture instead of on a screen.” He says in amazement. He places a hand on your belly. “Hey little dudes. It’s your daddy.” You watch him as he rubs your stomach and you smile.

Stiles Stilinski is the love of your life and the father of your children.

You invited everyone over to update them on the pregnancy. “So, do you have pictures of the ultrasound?” Lydia asks.

You nod. “You can’t see them yet.”

She groans. “I want to see the little Stilinskis.” She pats your bump. You laugh and follow her into the living room. You sit beside Stiles and he wraps an arm around you.

You’d been a bit sick after coming home from the doctor. It was normal, nausea and a headache.

He kisses your forehead. “How are you, baby girl?” You melt at his pet name.

“Much better.” You peck him on the lips and lay your head on his shoulder.

“So..we’re having a boy.” Stiles grins as everyone claps with excitement. “There’s more..we’re having two boys! Talk about good sperm, huh babe?” He nudges you and you move away from him.

“You’re such a boy.” You smack his arm.

“Can we see the ultrasound pictures?” Lydia asks and you hand them to her. Everyone crowds around her and looks.

Scott walks over and sits beside Stiles. You hear the two of them talk but you’re distracted by your thoughts. You think about your future, how you and Stiles will provide for your babies. You wonder how many jobs the two of you will have to work while maintaining good grades in school.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a sudden movement. “Oh my god, babe! Babe, the babies are kicking!” You smile at him and he whips his head towards you. He immediately places both hands on your stomach. He gets up and squats in front of you. He puts his head on your stomach and whispers. “Hi, it’s your dad here.” You smile at your dork of a boyfriend. “You both are going to be so spoiled and so loved.” He rubs circles on your belly. “You’re lucky to have the mommy you do, too. Now, if you could kindly stop kicking her that’d be great.”

“Stiles don’t smart off to our babies.” You laugh.

“I’m just getting them used to it.” He grins up at you. “Our babies have to have a sense of humor, right?”

Under Your Spell

[Part 1: “Bewitched”]

content: “It’s not easy to live with a witch.”

word count: 5,881

author’s note: After participating in @destieldrabblesdaily‘s fanfiction contest last year, a lot of people asked me to continue this series and I’m honestly happy to oblige <33 And since I recently gained 2,000 followers I thought this would be a good way to celebrate!!

[AO3]



It’s not easy to live with a witch.

At least some people told Dean beforehand that it would be crazy to move in with his uniquely magical boyfriend who tends to turn things that usually are very much quiet and motionless into something alive and chatty.

That he’d lose the last bit of privacy and sanity along the way and probably end up in a special ward at the hospital, talking to himself.

And yeah, sure, their concerns weren’t exactly unfounded, Dean’s able to admit that. It may seem strange from an outsider’s point of view to actually crave to live in a place that’s more or less the pure definition of madness and Dean’s honestly still not really used to the coffeemaker talking his ear off first thing in the morning or the candlesticks performing their weird and somewhat disturbing dance everytime they hear even the faint sound of a pop song.

It’s insane. It’s wild. Sometimes it’s even freaking terrifying.

But Dean doesn’t want it any other way.

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Sparks

Originally posted by catorzesorrisos

Request: Can I request one where Bucky proposes to the reader during the 4th of July fireworks infront of hundreds of people. And it happens while a tv camera was filming live so the whole city saw them. Can you make it where the reader is Tony’s daughter and everyone is on good terms ? 😘

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You get to share an important day with everyone you love.

Words Count: 1359

Genre: fluff

Notes:  So this is the last of my fics from before I left! Don’t forget that my ask box is always open so don’t feel shy! Send in a request or a complement, anything really i love the interaction!


“Dad, I don’t need a chaperone. Bucky and I have been an established couple for long enough, besides I’m 26! I don’t need you, Rhodey or FRIDAY following us around, we’re just going to watch the fireworks.” You gripe.

Your father, Tony Stark, could be quite protective of his little girl, he personally had no issue with Bucky but he did have an issue with you dating. You were 26 but you had never really had a steady boyfriend before because most people used you for your father, but with Bucky it was different. He didn’t want to use you, he genuinely cared about you.

“(Y/N) sweetie, it’s not that I don’t trust you or him, it’s just that I would trust you both a lot more if I had some sort of eyes on you.” He explains.

“Once again, I’m no longer a teenager and we’re all going to the same place. You’re the one throwing this party for Cap, you’re going to be there the entire time but me and Bucky might want to be alone and I need you to promise me you won’t stop us.” You say seriously.

Tony rolls his eyes before holding up his right hand, “I swea-”

“Ah! Tony Stark put up your other hand, if you cross your fingers I swear to god..” You threaten.

Tony lets out an annoyed grunt and raises up both of his hands so you could see his fingers.

“I swear that Rhodey, FRIDAY nor I will interrupt you and Bucky” he says with defeat.

“Thanks daddy!” You say, you skip over and give him a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the lab and towards your room where Bucky awaited.


Bucky waited nervously outside your door, waiting for you to arrive. He fiddled with the black velvet box weighing down his pockets. He knew today was Steve’s big day, but Bucky couldn’t push this off any longer. He was hoping that at some point the two of you could sneak away and he could do it quietly without causing a scene.

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theotakufairy  asked:

The S and M family reactions to one of reiji's potions or something going wrong and now their teenage girls are back to being baby/toddlers with the mind set of one

Reiji will be one lucky duck if he isn’t beaten up by half of his brothers and the Mukami family. No one messes with their kids.

SAKAMAKI

Shu: When Shu looked around the house for his daughter, he wondered why she wasn’t in her usual areas. He was always aware of where she was, but this was the first time this had happened to him. Turning down the hallway, Shu is in shock when he sees a tiny baby with ocean blue eyes crawling to him. Was this an illusion? After seeing a spilled potion next to his daughter, Shu picks her up and goes off to find Reiji. He wants his daughter to be back at her proper age.

“Of all the things to happen…Reiji better have a solution for this…”

Reiji: Reiji had been working in his lab with his daughter when she slipped and broke several glass tubes on the table. When she yelped and fell, some of the liquid reached her tongue and was powerful enough to immediately transform her into a baby again. Reiji would be horrified when he finds her in her state, and he would look through his books and notes to quickly create an antidote. He was going to fix this issue as soon as possible if he didn’t want his wife to be upset.

“I’ll have to hurry before your mother comes home. I don’t want her to worry.”

Ayato: When he heard glass crashing on the tiles of the kitchen, Ayato ran and burst through the door, only to find his daughter as a little girl again on the floor. He scanned the scene and swiftly saw how his daughter mistook one of Reiji’s potions for her usual soda. Believing that Reiji did this on purpose, Ayato would take his daughter and go find Reiji. His wife would have to beg him to stop when he grabbed Reiji’s shirt collar and threatened to kill him for the experimentation.

“Give Ore-sama the cure or else Ore-sama will kill you as proper compensation.”

Kanato: If there was any day to mess with Kanato, today would not be one of them. No one ever touched his daughter without his permission, so when Kanato discovered a little baby instead of a teenager in the dining room, he screamed in agony. When Reiji encounters Kanato, you can bet that Kanato is berating him for being stupid and leaving his work out for no reason. He demands Reiji to give his daughter a cure because if he doesn’t, Reiji will pay back in blood.

“Shut up and give her the cure! Don’t you see what she looks like, you idiot?!”

Laito: Laito would be deeply upset to find his precious daughter as a baby again. He is worried about what else the potion can do to his child, so he’d teleport immediately to Reiji and explain the situation, hoping that there is a cure for his daughter. If Reiji announces that he doesn’t have a cure for her, Laito will be sure to use his manipulative schemes and force Reiji into finding a solution. Yes, blackmail, twisted words, and a smile were going to be used in this case.

“If you don’t want any future problems from me, I suggest you get on with it.”

Subaru: Oh hell no. Subaru will not tolerate this and immediately become outraged when he finds his daughter crawling around as a baby again. A poisoned potion will get a punch from an angered Subaru, and Subaru would order Reiji to give his daughter a cure. With some help from Shu, Subaru would be successful with explaining the issue properly, and he’ll get the treatment needed for his daughter. Who knew parenting could be stressful?

“Oi, you better have a cure for her. If not, I’ll break your neck.”

Kino: It would be rare for Kino’s daughter to visit her Sakamaki uncles but when she did on one particular day, Kino would be completely exasperated to find her as a naughty toddler. Now he really wishes he exterminated the vampire race entirely. He may or may not unleash his army of ghouls on the mansion and command them to target mainly on Reiji, but it will all depend on what Reiji says to persuade Kino that he possesses a cure and if his wife doesn’t know yet.

“Did you hear that, Yuri? It looks like we’ll have to destroy Reiji for doing this.”

MUKAMI

Ruki: Ruki demonstrates more maturity in this, but he is quietly steaming when he discovers that his daughter is no longer a teenager after visiting the Sakamaki mansion one day. When he becomes utterly irritated about the situation later, Ruki would remark how careless Reiji is for leaving his potions out in the open, and would request for a cure. He can only hold out his patience for the Sakamaki a little longer before snapping and getting heated about it. 

“Fix this issue before things get ugly. I want her back to normal now.

Kou: Kou would be so sad when he picks up his little girl and sees that she wasn’t how he had left her four hours earlier. Complaining about her age and appearance to all of the Sakamaki brothers, Kou would whine to Reiji about giving his daughter a cure. If that didn’t work, he’ll drop the weak facade and turn things into a darker situation. Kou always gets what he wants, so if he can’t extract an antidote from Reiji the first time, he has other methods for trying.

“If you don’t do this for me, I’ll make sure to have my fans give you a visit~”

Yuma: Someone better hold Yuma back from punching the lights out of Reiji when he sees that his daughter is a mindless tiny baby again. Yuma would be extremely pissed, and he’ll call Reiji out for being irresponsible. He refuses to believe that this was a mere mistake, and he may even accuse Reiji of trying to murder his own daughter with poison. Someone will have to negotiate something with Reiji because Yuma is rather emotional and angry at the moment to reason.

“You bastard! I’ll wring yer neck if ya don’t fix her body! Fuck you nobles!”

Azusa: As though things couldn’t get worse for this sweet father, Azusa is in tears when he finds his daughter as a toddler. How will he explain this to his wife and the Mukami family? He doesn’t want to trouble anyone, and would ask Reiji for any possible solutions to cure his daughter. He’d do anything to get her back to normal. Of course, the Mukami family and Azusa’s spouse will find out eventually, and they’ll be at his side to support him all the way.

“Reiji-san…please…I’ll do anything…just help…my daughter…”

-Admin Yuuzuki