# Cw: Post-final Mha! Teacher Izuku X Gn!pro Hero Reader, Izuku's 24/25 In The Og Time Skip!!

trago novidades pra quem começou a me seguir por conta do capitão nascimento!

logo mais sai outra one shot, só tô esperando minha época de prova passar!!

i wish white women would decentralize themselves more often and listen to women of color when we’re talking about social justice issues. abortion bans are not only about having control over people’s bodies, or at least, there’s more to it than that.

the idea is that an injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

a racial injustice indubitably, somehow, will tie back into a gender issue. you shouldn’t only care about sociopolitical injustice when it effects you directly, but it’s come to my attention that a lot of you lack basic empathy.

the great replacement theory says that white people will eventually be overtaken in number by the black population. white men fear not having enough babies (soldiers) to uphold white supremacy. these men don’t care ab babies; they’re actively using you as incubators for an impending race war.

banning abortion is also an act of class warfare. living is expensive. they refuse to raise minimum wage. they refuse to give us free healthcare. so, what’s the consequence of that? we’ve stopped having children.

covid caused hundreds of thousands of people to lose their lives—for politicians, for businessmen, for capitalists, this means the economy needs more workers. they need more people to sign up for more shifts to feed their children. they need more babies to grow up and eventually become laborers. they need more babies to sell at adoption centers.

my point is that, these issues are all interconnected. classism, racism, and the patriarchy are not just systems of oppression that operate individually. they hold each other up. it’s like an infection—the police, banking, schools; the same country that bipoc have been warning the world about for years, while being ignored by said world, is the same country that snatched up your right to have an abortion.

Last day intern with hawks sensei

Texts with the Fushiguro boys

[ jjk modern smau ] even if megumi’s not your biological son, you treat him as one. ♡

sfw, fluff (⁠/⁠^⁠-⁠^⁠(⁠^⁠ ⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠/

LONG TIME NO POST. HAD A BUSY WEEK UUGH. Let me know how you guys think ab this smau! Thank u! <3

“Ye Old F*ck You” - Eddie the Tiefling

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I finally joined the trend!!!!! But of course I had to DnD-ify it…

NINTENDO SWITCH !

FOURTEEN - you’re so annoying

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AN : enjoy or not (evil emoji) HAHAHAHAH

borders will indicate when it’s time to read the written portion!! + please excuse anything grammatically incorrect and any typos !!

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“CHISHIYA SHUNTARO.” Yn yelled whispered, she was mad at him for having her stress over studying for the test when it got postponed till Tuesday; she was looking around for him when he saw a figure laying down on the couch. She let out a huff, she felt like the big bad wolf. She ended up cracking her knuckles storming over to chishiya whom was peacefully watching banana fish on his TV. “You. Should watch banana fish, its a good anime.” He lifted himself up on his elbows watching the mad women storm her way to him.n

He grinned as he looked at her standing in front of him, “why hello dearest Yn,” “what can i do for you in this fine hour.” The silence was evident but yet it was too funny to chishiya; yn inhaled deeply trying to calm herself down but looking at his stupid cat like smirk made her even more pissed off. She grabbed him by the shirt pushing him back down onto the couch. “You’re so annoying chishiya!” She sprawled over him.

“You know chishiya, it would’ve been nice to know it got postponed a day.” “I could’ve relaxed today and studied tomorrow but you had me over here stressing over a mid-term THAT WAS AAAAAAAH” she was mad enough she couldn’t even think properly. Chishiya’s face was so unemotional besides the grin formed on his lips, it made her want to punch him even more. “Why’d you think that was funny or even a good idea?!” Her right twitched as her grip around his shirt tightened even more. “Like I said it merely slipped my mind.” His grin started to disappear as his lips formed a thin line.

“Slipped my mind..bullshit” she called him out on it rolling her eyes. She was not having any of that bullshit. “You know..I’m starting to think you have a crush on me based on how many times we always get into situations.” He smirked, yn rolled her eyes again. “I dont like you. You’re annoying and you make me annoyed”. Her tone became softer and her breathing calmed down. “You know if you did want a kiss that’s all you had to say” that sentence left chishiya’s smirk made her feel something flutter but it made her upset. “I came here to take my anger out on you because you like to fuck around with me.”

“That sounds rather kinky” he lowed a chuckle, the vibration of the low chuckle , made the small butterflies flutter in her stomach. “What..NO! You know it’s not like that.” Her grip loosened because of the comment he said, a slight blush rushed across her face; she furrowed her eyebrows shaking her head. “Do i know that yn? Do I really know that?” He questioned the mad blushing lady, he propped himself up on his elbows. From any other angle the position they were in would make people jump into conclusions. “You’re like my personal fan,” his grin turned into a small smile inching his face closer to hers. Yn’s lips agaped slightly, opening and closing and opening again. “You’re so annoying chishiya..” it was a breathless like whisper.

“Hmm, you are quite always telling me that” he felt her now calm untensed breathing tickle his skin, his small smile turned into a slightly larger genuine smile. Their eyes never left eachother; chishiya was quiet mesmerized in their gaze. The sunlight gleamed down onto them, it was something that look like it was ripped straight out of a Japanese romance drama. “Chishiya…” her voice was a soft yet sterner whisper, words couldn’t escape his lips but a small hum. Their faces inched closer slowly, their noses and foreheads were slightly touching eachother. Both of their eyes were closed yet in the moment they couldn’t find a place in their heart to stop what could spur in the moment.

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After Yn zoomed out her room with arisu’s keys it took him a moment to process the whole situation, it was like the lagging symbol spinning in his head before he finally realized what happened. His eyes widened before quickly standing up but he ended up getting dizzy and fell back down into the chair. He inhaled before standing up quickly leaving Yn’s room. Entering the living room seeing Mira watching saiki k on the small tv they had.

“Where did yn go?!” Arisu’s breathless voice questioned the calm not concerned Mira, “she left already.” “she looked like she was in a rush” Mira held her hand over her mouth a little giggle escaped her lips. “Motherfucker…” he groaned realizing he is going to have to run after her so she doesn’t destroy his dorm. He quickly put on his shoes looking at the. Unconcerned Mira who was watching all of this go down, “you might want to hurry who knows what they are doing in that dorm as of right now.” Mira shrugged showing her phone to arisu. It was Yn’s tweets and how she was struggling to open his dorms door.

Arisu’s brows furrowed wondering how the fuck she got there so quickly?! The dorm wasnt far but it was that close either. “She’s going to be the death of me” he groaned before closing the door to yn and Mira’s dorm. He started to quickly run after the what was left tracks of yn to his dorm. He kept groaning because he wasnt the most athletic and man he hated yn for having some sort of running spirit now. He really needed to go on the morning runs with usagi. He made it to the floor where their dorm is letting out huffs and puffs.

He couldn’t run anymore so he just decided to speed walk his way to the dorm, he thought he would have to get out his spare key from his pocket but to his surprise the door was open. It was closed but it wasnt locked. He lifted one of his eyebrows grabbing the door handle. The one thing he noticed was that it was quiet..he expected to hear Yn’s yelling since she seemed angry in the tweets. He slowly turned the door handle walking quietly into the dorm closing the door behind him. taking off his shoes he went to the living room and his face turned into pure shock at what he is seeing. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?” A screamed like gasp escaped causing yn to jump away from chishiya. Chishiya didnt even budge; his face was still neutral with some slight blush but yn she was red in the face.

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Blue Period: art references

Chapter 4: Yotasuke as Vincent van Gogh’s Gauguin’s Chair

Makes sense because Yatora has been depicted with van Gogh’s chair, and van Gogh was a huge admirer of Gauguin

Chapter 15: Maki, Yatora and Hashida as Edgard Degas’ Three Dancers in an Exercise Hall

Well… it’s Degas, again

Chapter 30: Yuki and Maki as Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s Young Girls at Piano

The French Impressionism… people like Cezanne, Renoir, Monet, Manet…

Chapter 32: Murai, Momo and Hacchan as Zinaida Serebriakova’s At Breakfast

I rebloged this a few days ago, the painter was part of Mir Iskusstva (like Somov)

Chapter 46: Hashida as Johannes Vermeer’s The art of Painting

Considering that Vermeer was a titan in the Dutch Golden Age for art, this fits Hashida very much (the artists wanted their art to be as detailed as possible)

Flirting with Disaster pt. 2

Paring: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Brother's bestfriend)

Summary: You make your way over to Peter's apartment and an onslaught of memories hits you again. What starts as playful banter turns into a charged moment; it leaves you questioning if the chemistry between you two was always one-sided or if you were delusional and seeing things that couldn't be possible.

Word Count: Roughly 2.4k 

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, light sexual tension, playful banter, suggestive and mild language, power dynamics, mentions of past embarrassing childhood memories

Author's Note: There's like one (or maybe more) grammar error that I can't seem to find ://

And I'm sorry for the delay on this one <3

Part 1

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Thirty minutes later, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment door. 

You purposely tried to make yourself late. You walked instead of driving, stopped at the deli to get juice, and helped an elderly lady cross the street. 

You did every single thing fucking imaginable.

You hesitated, fist hovering just inches from the door. You contemplated running back home or throwing yourself down some stairs so you had a legitimate excuse for missing your date and not having to see Peter. 

But before you could talk yourself out of it, the door swung open with a creak, and there he was.

Peter Parker.

He was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a smirk that could only mean one thing: he was about to have way too much fun with you. He was looking at you like he’d just caught his favorite target.

Well, he had.

And he had been doing that since you were kids, so what was one more round? But you'd prefer several rounds.

You glanced up at him before looking away.

Peter had changed. 

He was still Peter, but the years had definitely worked in his favor. His shoulders were broader, his jawline sharper, and those reading glasses, those glasses, gave him this nerdy charm that reminded you of when he was younger. But that somehow made you want to both roll your eyes and blush at the same time. And don’t even get started on the muscles. His biceps were practically screaming to be noticed under his T-shirt.

You had to resist the urge to salivate. 

It took you a second to pull your thoughts together. 

You hadn’t seen him since high school graduation, five years ago, but who was counting? You were.

“Well, well, well,” Peter drawled, his voice smooth as honey and laced with that signature mischievous tone. “Look who finally decided to show up.” He gave you a once-over, eyes lingering just long enough to remind you why you used to dread him. “I was starting to think you were too chicken to face the music, peach.”

Peach. Of course, he had to use that. 

Your face instantly flared with heat, and the flood of mortifying memories hit you like a tidal wave. The peach nickname came from that god-awful summer barbecue when you bit into a juicy peach, only to choke on it and turn into a red-faced mess in front of everyone, including Peter.

You could almost hear his smug chuckle from all the way back then.

You forced yourself to stand tall. 

“I didn’t exactly have much of a choice,” you shot back, but even to your ears, your voice cracked a little. Damn it. “Not like I could’ve canceled now.”

Peter’s grin deepened, almost impossibly wide. “Yeah, you’re pretty much stuck with me.” He took a slow step forward, eyes glinting with something far too playful. “Like that time you tried to impress me by climbing that tree. You remember? Arms scratched up, hair all over the place, and then that pout you had when you couldn’t get down? Classic move.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you seriously bringing that up again?”

Peter shrugged, unrepentant. “What can I say? It’s a core memory from your childhood.” Peter leaned closer. “Your mom sent me a picture, you know. Framed it. Right next to my bed.”

You blinked rapidly as your face turned completely red. “You’re an ass,” you muttered.

“You love it.” His smirk never faded.

Your retort caught in your throat when his hand curled around yours. “Come on,” he said, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. “This is supposed to be fun.”

Before you could protest, not that you wanted to, he'd tugged you into his apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft woosh and a click of the lock.

You took a quick glimpse around his apartment. It was cozy and very much Peter, an organized chaos in the way only he could pull off. Books, tools, gadgets, and half-finished projects are across the floor like a mad scientist’s lair. And then there was the smell: it was him. A blend of cologne, something faintly smoky and sweet, and something warm and earthy that made your pulse skip a little. It was almost unfair how well it suited him.

When he turned to face you, he hadn't let go of your hand. His thumb rubbed slow circles on the back of your hand, his touch warm and inviting.

“Hello, peaches,” he murmured, his voice a teasing caress.

“Hi, Peter,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his gaze.

He chuckled, the sound wrapping around you like a warm hug, as he lifted your hand and pressed a slow kiss to your knuckles. The rasp of his stubble against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. “Don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

Your cheeks flushed as you huffed and pulled your hand back, ignoring the way his lips curved into another smirk. “This is torture,” you grumbled.

“Sweetest kind,” he shot back, leaning against the counter like he had all the time in the world. “So, who’s the guy? The one you’re trying to impress?”

You fidgeted under his gaze. “Just…someone I met through friends.”

“Ah, the mysterious friend’s friend,” he mused, his tone laced with amusement. “All right, let’s start with the basics. Confidence. You need to feel comfortable in your own skin.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “But you’re still shy, aren’t you? Just like when we first met.”

You groaned. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Peter said, clearly enjoying himself. “You know, I still remember the first time we met,” Peter added playfully. “You were so shy and quiet, hiding behind your brother's leg. And I was your brother's best friend, who decided to befriend the sweet little girl too.”

“No, asshole. You roll your eyes. “You decided that you would make fun of me from that day forward.”

Peter shrugged, his grin unrepentant. “I was just poking fun. You always blushed so easily. But I never did it in a mean way. Well, not too mean,” he amended with a chuckle.

“We teased each other, remember? That was our thing,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger.

“No, it wasn't.” You grumble.

“Was too,” he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You'd challenge me to a video game, get all pouty when you lost, and I'd tease you for it.”

He paused, watching you closely. “Come on, peach. You loved it as much as I did. All our inside jokes, the nicknames, the way we teased each other…”

His voice dropped. "And now, he said, his gaze dropping to your lips, making the heat in your cheeks flare, “I get to teach you how to flirt.”

You roll your eyes.

Peter was way too close, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. You quickly took a step back, but it didn’t help much. Peter smirked, eyes narrowing just enough to let you know that he could read you like an open book.

The sincerity in his tone made your breath hitch, but before you could respond, his teasing grin returned. “Now,” he said, straightening up, “let’s see if I can teach you how to stop blushing every time I say your name. What do you think, baby?”

Your stomach flipped at the nickname, but you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him win this round. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re adorable,” he shot back, grinning as you sputtered.

“Fuck you,” you muttered. 

“Still got that attitude, huh?” he teased, his voice a little quieter now, almost like a challenge. “Hard to believe you’ve grown up. Wasn’t it just six years ago when you told me to ‘fall in a ditch and die’?”

You blinked, the blush creeping up your neck again. “Shut up, Parker,” you muttered, your arms instinctively crossing over your chest. “You and my brother basically stalked me on my first date. I was a disaster. You guys made me cry.”

Peter chuckled that deep, rumbling sound that made your insides do something weird. “Oh, come on. It was hilarious! You were so flustered, like a deer in headlights. You couldn’t even speak! And then your face-” He paused, dramatically pouting. “I mean, seriously. Who else trips and falls into a pile of mud on their first date?”

You wished for the ground to swallow you whole. “You guys were awful.”

"Awful?" Peter echoed. "I wouldn't have had to do that if you hadn't snuck out without telling anyone."

Peter shrugged, but there was that familiar gleam in his eyes. “But, I did pay for your dry cleaning and bought you ice cream, so I don't have remorse.”

He leaned a little closer, almost like he was enjoying this more than he should be.

“I was just looking out for you, baby. You know that.”

Baby. That damn nickname. You tried to stay mad at him, but he knew exactly how to melt that armor. 

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Peter’s voice softened, and when you peeked through your fingers, he was closer, his expression more serious now. “I was just looking out for you. Always have.”

Peter’s smirk deepened as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his entire presence screaming arrogance and charm. 

"Yeah, well, you didn’t exactly make me feel protected when you were laughing at me," you shot back, trying to regain some ground. Your voice wavered, though, betraying your confidence.

His cocky demeanor softened slightly, just enough to throw you off. “That guy you were with? He was a total creep. And you? You’re too sweet to be rude. But me?” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, his voice dropping low enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I’m going to beat someone’s ass if they deserve it.”

You froze as his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze almost too much. Then, his smirk returned, softer now, but no less disarming. “And you…” His voice was practically a murmur now. “You’re my favorite little peach, and peaches? They need protection, don’t they?”

Your cheeks burned. You crossed your arms, a weak attempt at a barrier between you and the way he made your pulse race. “Yeah, well, I’m grown now. A big girl. I can take care of myself,” you retorted quickly, too quickly.

Peter’s eyebrow arched, his expression smug as if daring you to believe your own words. “Oh, is that right?” He tilted his head, eyes sweeping over you, lingering just enough to make you squirm. “Then why are your arms crossed like you’re holding yourself together?”

Peter raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. You could feel his eyes on you, the way they looked at you like you were something worth being seen. 

It was intoxicating. It was terrifying. 

Your breath hitched. He was too observant, too good at peeling back your defenses with a single question. “I’m fine,” you insisted, but your voice lacked conviction.

Peter took a slow step forward, closing the distance between you. His scent hit you first: spicy, earthy, and undeniably him. It was a heady mix, and you found yourself shifting closer to him.

 “Tell you what,” he said, his voice smooth and warm, dripping with challenge. “Why don’t you show me how a big girl flirts? Think of it as a trial run before your date.”

“I-I…” You faltered, your mind scrambling for words as he moved closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his lips twitching into a smirk that made your knees weak. “I thought you were a big girl now.”

You swallowed hard, the heat in your stomach pooling as his words wrapped around you like a velvet rope. He was too close, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear.

“C'mon,” he coaxed, his voice a whisper near your ear, and you shivered despite yourself. “A big girl knows how to flirt.”

You could feel his breath tickle your neck, his hand resting on your waist like he always did when he was teasing you. And for a brief moment, you were that awkward teenager again, and he was the older boy next door with all the arrogance and charm.

“It's just you and me here, peach.” His voice was low, his thumb drawing idle circles on your hip, making it damn near impossible to think straight. “Show me what you've got.”

“Fine,” you said, trying to maintain some semblance of cool, giving him what he wanted to hear. “I can't flirt to save my life. Show me how to.”

Peter’s smirk widened, his eyes lighting up like he’d just won a game you didn’t realize you were playing. “That much I already knew,” he murmured, his hand moving to your waist with an ease that made your pulse stutter. He pulled you closer, your bodies mere inches apart.

His thumb began trailing under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your hip, and your breath caught. The deliberate touch sent a delicious thrill through you, making it impossible to focus. You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, catching the flicker of victory in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to you. He knew, and he was reveling in it.

“What’s wrong, peach?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but even you could hear the waver in your tone.

“And yet,” Peter replied, his smirk softening into something more dangerous. “You’re still here. Inches away from me. Looking at me like you’re waiting for something.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction. You straightened your shoulders, trying to regain control. “I didn’t come here for your games, Peter,” you said, though your voice trembled slightly. “I came here because you owe me for all the humiliations you’ve put me through over the years.”

Peter chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending another shiver through you. “You’re right,” he said, stepping even closer until there was barely any space left between you. “I do owe you.”

His eyes dipped to your lips, and your breath hitched. “And don’t worry,” he murmured, his tone full of promise. “I’ve got plenty of ways to make it up to you.”

Your heart stuttered as the air between you grew thick, heavy with tension and something you weren’t sure you were ready for. You tried to speak, to push back, but the words caught in your throat.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

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