but i like what i came up with in the end uwu

Small dump of random ideas I have on improving Fates’ plot in general

Because I’ve had these ideas for quite a while now, and it’s extremely unlikely that I get around to doing anything with them any time soon.

  • An explanation of what Valla actually is: My idea is that it was originally an entire country between Hoshido and Nohr, at the place where during the main story the Bottomless Canyon is. When Anankos went mad and rampaged, the magic energy involved created a rift between Hoshido and Nohr in the form of the canyon, while transporting Valla into this “floating island dimension”.
  • Explaining how the royal families of Hoshido and Nohr came to be/got their “dragon blood”: The divine dragons of Hoshido and Nohr (y’know, the ones depicted in the statues) could for example have chosen to permanently assume a mortal human form instead of risking to go insane like Anankos. They could have founded the royal families.
  • Replace the curse on Valla with something else: Instead of causing everybody who talks about Valla to “disappear” for vague reasons, they curse could cause everybody not from Valla simply constantly forget about it whenever they mention it (unless they’re IN Valla). For the main story, this’d mean that Azura and the avatar are the only characters capable of remembering the place because of their heritage.
    • In the backstory, this curse could be justified by the people of Valla starting the curse to prevent Hoshido and Nohr from attacking them - ‘cause let’s face it, having Anankos do that kind of rampage would mean that Hoshido and Nohr would damn well want to kill him.
  • Give Mikoto a bigger role by having her actually live past the prologue chapters: If those first couple of chapters are really kept the same, she could just fall into a ~~magical coma~~ from which she’d wake up either halfway or towards the end of the game, so that she only sees what the avatar decided on a while after it happened.
  • Give Garon a better role: Namely, don’t make him an undead slime monster, and let him act like an actual person instead of a generic villain. He could for example be still alive and well in theory, but at the same time be corrupted/possessed by Anankos.
    • On that note, the entire dynamic between Garon and Iago could be like that Theoden and Grima in Lord of the Rings, in that Iago is a servant of Anankos who’s making sure that Garon is under his control.
    • And related to the above, Yukimura could be repurposed into a villain another servant of Anankos on the side of Hoshido with Kotaro as his lackey. That could also help Hoshido being less of a “~~uwu sweet cinnamon peace nation~~* and be more morally even with Nohr.
      • On a rewritten Conquest, Yukimura could also basically lead Hoshido into war under the guise of acting on Mikoto’s orders.
  • Give the sisters legendary weapons.
    • Seriously, just do it.
    • I don’t give a shit if that means that the Yato’d have to have eight traffic lights on it for being powered up by each individual one, just do it.
    • Camilla wouldn’t even have to get an original one, she could just inherit Bölverk from Garon with the story noting that Xander originally was supposed to get it, but Garon saw that he was shit with axes while Camilla was great with them, so she got it instead.

sniperheadsout  asked:

Rfa and V & Saeran finding MC naked for accident?? Sorry 4 my bad english :( thank u, lots of love 4 u!

Just a note: This one gets vaguely NSFW

And thank you for the love! uwu <3


  • You didn’t realize that Zen had gotten home while you were in the shower, so you figured that it’d be safe to go out into the living room without a shirt on.
  • You were completely naked besides your underwear, but you could smell your cookies burning in the oven and you had to save them.
  • You run past him sitting on the couch, and he doesn’t even look up from his phone, so you still don’t realize he’s there. 
  • Once your cookies were safe and out of the oven, you let out a sigh
  • “Oh, sorry babe. I thought about taking them out but I didn’t want to… distu-….. fuck.”
  • You hear his voice from like three feet away and you’re just
  • screaming internally
  • “Y’know…. Uhm.”
  • “Zen, I’m naked” was all you could think to say.
  • “I see.”
  • “Go away.”
  • “Yeah, okay.”
  • He only went to sit on the couch, but he didn’t stop staring at you from his seat.
  • He smirked motioned for you to go back to the restroom to retrieve your clothes, so you just covered what you could and ran.
    • Alternate ending: Sit on his lap.


  • He closes the door after leaving, but you poke just your head back out after opening it again.
  • “Hon, did you need something?”
  • “Uhm, yeah, have you, oh man…”
  • “…………okay Yoosung.”
  • You just went back in the room and put your clothes on. You could figure out whatever he wanted later, but he wasn’t going to be able to focus if you were naked.
  • When you found him, he was in front of the open refrigerator with his sleeves rolled up.
  • He had a bag of frozen vegetables down his shirt what a weirdo.
  • What a cute, blushy boy.
  • His face was so red holy shit.
  • “Yoosung, let me help you cool off.”
  • You’re trying your darn best to get his shirt off of him, but he’s not having it.
  • Let’s just say that you two were very late to the RFA party.


  • “Hey, Jaehee, have you seen my black bra? Either of them? And my pants? I literally can’t find any of my clothes.”
  • “They should both be in the bedroom or hanging above the washer.”
  • “Oh, cool. Above the washer… Thanks babe!”
  • You placed a light kiss to her cheek from behind, assuming that she wouldn’t take her attention away from the papers in front of her, because she never does.
  • As you were walking off, she could only see your upper half due to the counter blocking her vision, but she saw some very faint scratch marks from a few nights earlier and she just,
  • Her face turned so pink.
  • She had to shove tissues up her nose to keep from making a mess on her papers.
  • When you came back out with clothes on, it turned into a makeout session, but there wasn’t time for it to escalate any further.
  • She couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, so it was one hell of a night.


  • “MC, we have to leave in fifteen minutes. Will you be rea-”
  • You were leaned over the counter, putting on your makeup, fresh out of the shower.
  • He cleared his throat and turned his body back towards the door, but he didn’t take his eyes away from you.
  • You suddenly became self conscious and tried to cover yourself, but with what he could see in the mirror and from behind, that was hard to do.
  • Instead of eventually leaving like you thought he might, he began to walk towards you.
  • He gently placed a hand on your waist and leaned over you, pushing you farther into the counter in the process.
  • “I look forward to seeing you like this again tonight.”
  • The way he whispered and how you were so vulnerable definitely got you excited, but when you turned around to kiss him, he pushed you away.
  • “I wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup… and we don’t have time. Just be patient.” When you pouted, he laughed and added, “Oh trust me, I want the same thing. We just both have to wait.”
  • When you were home later that night, you nearly murdered him for getting you bothered and then telling you to wait, but he knew how to make you forgive him.


  • “MC, you’re going to use up all the hot water! I have to take a shower too!”
  • “Okay, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
  • He gave you a hard time as he walked out of the bathroom, but he left, so you didn’t argue with him.
  • Like five minutes later, he bursts back in, ready to give you a hard time again, but you have the shower curtain already open.
  • It’s honestly like something out of a manga. Your hair is dripping, boobs squished together, looking at him, expecting him to either do something or leave.
  • His nose starts bleeding what the fuck
  • “Get out quick.”
  • “Don’t you wanna wait for the warm water to come back?”
  • “… I…. definitely need the cold water.”
  • You wrapped a towel around yourself, then booked it out.
  • When you came back in to grab your clothes, you heard mumbled “Damn it”s and “shit, dude”s and “Get it together, there’s no time for that”s.


  • You were in the process of getting ready to go to a new years eve event with V. 
  • You did your hair and makeup right after getting out of the shower to give your outfit some time to dry. You forgot to do laundry the night before )^:
  • Everything’s dry except for your underwear, so you decide to put everything else on and come back for them right before you have to leave.
  • You’re in the middle of throwing your skirt on when V walks into the room.
  • “Oh, sorry. I just wanted to let you know….”
  • He turns his back to you, but he doesn’t actually leave.
  • You scramble to put on some more clothes, seeing that you were only in your socks and skirt, but he approached you and lightly grabbed your wrist.
  • Your skirt was sent back to the floor and you were softly pushed up against the bed.
  • “You know…. If you didn’t mind…. Nobody would notice… if we were….. just a little bit late.” He says between kisses he places on your neck.
  • “You’re making this too easy, Jihyun.”
  • “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you since last night.”
  • You guys were a little late to the event, but he probably would have made you leave early if you didn’t get that business squared away beforehand.


  • “Hey MC, have you seen my black shirt?”
  • “Which one?”
  • “Oh, let me look for it I guess.”
  • He opens the door to the closet without giving you any warning.
  • “Wait SaERAN I’M NAKED.”
  • He just looks you up and down and smiles.
  • “Oh.” He leans in and kisses you. “Cute.”
  • You’re just standing there, face burning, and when he turns away from you to look from his shirt, you frantically try to dress yourself.
  • “Aha! I found it!”
  • You get a smack on the ass and another light kiss as he walks out.
Classic Pixelberry Fandom Wank (HSS and HWU Edition)

since Hollywood U is ending and its making me reflect on my time in the pb fandom during its peak and honestly some of the most memorable parts…. was all the ridiculous shit. but a lot is just some lighthearted things that i enjoyed! but anyways i made a list - enjoy.

  • MCxHunt discourse
  • MCxMax discourse
  • MCxChris discourse
  • Mia is a Lesbian/Bisexual/Straight/whatever discourse
  • Autumn is whiny and the worst character in the game
  • “Where’s Ezra?”
  • Wes is creepy and shady
  • Lea Michele update
  • people literally writing entire thesis papers about them leaving the fandom because of said update
  • Monster High halloween update
  • Beckett is a smol soft cinnamon roll pumpkin flower star prince uwu 
  • Ellie Is A Fucking Furry
  • Logan is a discount Wes
  • “:) shane isnt gay honey stop going by stereotypes”
  • Edward and the 10 hour livestream (Cautumn 5evr)
  • “Hunt cant be trans because he kept calling Crash spencer :/”
  • PriyaxHunt discourse
  • okay literally Hunt x 1000 of his ex girlfriends discourse
  • Ezra’s sister Ezra (literally my favorite pb fandom meme hands down)
  • Autumn and the ducks meme (which y’all ran into the fucking ground)
  • WesxAutumn discourse
  • Lena
  • the anonymous confession blogs
  • Ace
  • Kara’s redemption arc
  • Jack Carver
  • ppl making twitters for their MCs
  • Chris’ ex wife
  • those fanfics about sucking Hunt’s dick under the desk
  • MCxHunt + 50 Shades of Grey (god)
  • Kip
  • the silver circle bullshit
  • Richard Sheridan
  • Officer Mohsenin is daddy uwu
  • being poor af in hwu and not having enough to buy plots of land which was a requirement for like every level
  • Bianca and Lance (FREE LANCE 2K17)
  • both games only having like… 2.5 outfits for guys
  • Bianca pregnant with Hunt’s baby
  • Brian Ratzik
  • the Hunt RP blogs
  • people sexually harassing the Hunt RP blogs for some reason and just generally being creepy and gross
  • College Town
  • The Vampire OC Takeover of October 2015
  • Val
  • people headcanoning all the asian characters to be related to each other for some reason?
  • the atlas effect
  • Are you… Gay?

and last but definitely not least

  • fresh hell
Not A One Night Thing

Reader Request: could you maybe do a dean x reader where the reader and him get into a big fight, and the reader ends up swinging her fists at him and she hits him in the ribs hard and he gets super angry and storms off, but they make up later with lots of fluff? uwu I love your writing!! (Requested by Anonymous)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,689

Warnings: Language, Fluff

Author’s Note: Hey! This whole one shot gave me an inkling to begin a series! So thank you Anon for requesting this. It might be a bit short but I hope you guys like it *nervous laugh* Let me know what you think!!


“Don’t you walk away from me, Y/N.”

“Go screw yourself, Dean,” I grit as I storm across the Bunker’s garage towards the door.

“Y/N,” Sam tries to calm me down as he walks behind me, but I’m not having any of it.

I push open the door leading into the hallway and stalk my way down the hallway, desperate to put as much space between Dean and I as possible.


“Go to hell, Dean!”

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Korean!Keith HCs

Disclaimer: I’m projecting a lot from my personal east coast Korean-American experience. oh, and NO K-POP/IDOL HCS. BECAUSE KOREANS ARE REAL PEOPLE WITH VARYING DIASPORIC AND ETHNIC BACKGROUNDS. WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN UWU PALE ASIAN AESTHETICS kthnx :) :) :)

These aren’t in any particular order btw. If you don’t necessarily hc Keith as Korean, that’s cool too! I shared some of these with @hakpng (who also has AWESOME Korean Keith hcs!!) so they might be familiar to folks.

  • surnames! 안키스 (Keith Ahn) or 설키스 (Keith Seol). I also love @hakpng ‘s hc of Keith’s Korean name being 박김수/ Park Kim Soo. so imagine: 안김수 / Ahn Kim Soo or  설김수 / Seol Kim Soo. beautiful. (also lol projection bc those are my parents’ surnames).
  • Keith isn’t as strongly connected to his roots (2nd gen immigrant kid ftw!) but he still wants to learn more about his history and culture.
    • always desperate to learn more about Korean history (wtf with that single paragraph in the thick U.S. History textbook about the Korean War) and even mythology. but there aren’t as many resources in English so he’s frustrated and often stuck scouring the web for hours.
    • he once stumbled upon traditional music and discovered that he LOVES IT SO MUCH! listening to 사물놀이 and 판소리 helps him calm down. the constantly switching rhythms, the raw power and energy of the music, the tales that are woven into performances; it’s all v comforting for him.
    • English is actually his first language. At home, his parents talk to him in Korean/Konglish and he always responds in English. it’s p natural for him to do so. 
    • He understands Korean and can read most of it (minus business/political jargon). He’s not as confident with writing and speaking it tho… he’s actually SUPER self-conscious about speaking. when he was growing up, he’d get made fun of by other Korean kids/extended family for not being “fluent enough” bc he never really spoke the language. all the teasing and shaming added to his insecurities about speaking.
    • BUT Keith loves the Korean language! he loves the warm, familiar feeling that sprouts in his chest when he hears it!
    • his parents once sent him to Korean language school at church but it was so overwhelming and Keith felt so anxious and inferior he ended up teaching himself the language (gradually, over the years, and immersion in the culture at home helped a lot).

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anonymous asked:

Oya oya oya hahahah. Welcome to the haikyuu committee! Can I have a request for my favorites Kuroo, Akaashi and Oikawa? A scenario where they finally realize they are having feelings for their managers on the team? Cute fluffy ending with the help of Kenma, Bokuto (god help Akaashi) and Iwa-chan?

Ahhhhh!! I am so so so sorry that this took so long! No excuses this time uwu, more scenarios coming out soon, I promise.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo was going to do it.

He doesn’t know how, but he is. He paced around the garden with one hand constantly trying to tame his ridiculous bedhead and the other drumming the side of his pocket rapidly.

It never occurred to Kuroo that he’ll ever like you, that is well, until a month ago. He never knew why he felt his flutter whenever he saw you smile. He never knew why he always wanted you around him. Kuroo could never explain all of that until recently, he needed you in his life.

Through lots of pleadings and begging, Kenma finally gave in and decided to help Kuroo.


Kenma asked you to meet him at your local park during the noon to help him with his work. You doubted that it was actually anything school related since Kenma usually aces it every subject but you still agreed anyway.

You thought nothing much about this since you regularly had meet-ups with Kenma and Kuroo, but you were surprised to find only Kuroo there. Assuming Kenma was simply late, you crept up behind Kuroo and gave him a soft tap on his shoulder.

Kuroo stiffened beneath your touch, his mouth went dry and he found himself at loss for words. He opened and closed his mouth several times but no words came out.

“Kuroo,” you giggled, “are you okay?”

“I-I-I,” he sighed, “fuck.”

Kuroo let out a shaky breath, “Look, I just,” he stopped and there was an awkward silence hanging between the both of you, he took in another breath, “I just really like you. Ever since you became the manager of Nekoma I just felt a strange connection between the both of us,”

You looked at him. Kuroo’s face was flushed and it was taken over by a shade of deep red. And when he looked at you, he broke out into a sheepish grin.

You laughed. And Kuroo felt his face flush even more. “Was that too cheesy?”

“Yeah, but hey, who can ever dislike a dork like you,” you said. Hearing this, Kuroo’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open.

“Are you saying that you like me?” he gasped and grabbed you by the shoulder. You nodded your head and grinned.

Kuroo smiled. It wasn’t that sly grinned of his but an actual smile. And he pulled you in for a hug, holding you so tightly as though you were the most precious thing to him in this world.

Akaashi Keiji

“Keiji!” You waved, “Bokuto told me you wanted to tell me something, what’s it?” you asked innocently.

Beneath all the layer of Akaashi’s coolness, he was actually nervous, and that might be just an understatement. Hands in his pockets, he casually strolled over to you.

Akaashi was praying a silent prayer as he walked over to you, he hoped that Bokuto didn’t let out too much information. Ever since Bokuto found out that Akaashi had a crush on you, he wouldn’t shut his mouth. Ever. Bokuto would intentionally leave both you and Akaashi in very awkward situations, at least to Akaashi.

Akaashi couldn’t take his eyes of off you when you became Fukorodani’s new manager. He would find excuses to talk to you, and would purposely show off his ‘setter’ skills whenever you were around.

But he was going to let all his built up emotions out today. Akaashi was going to confess to you, and you had no idea.

He smiled softly at you when he reached you. You smile back widely, which made Akaashi’s heart beat at what feel like at a dangerously fast rate.

“I just wanted to tell you that I really like you,” Akaashi bluntly said, shocked at himself at how smoothly it came out.

Now, you were definitely not expecting this. You raised an eyebrow, slowly absorbing everything at what he just said.

And when you finally did, you walked towards him and kissed him, on his lips, something that you’ve been dying to do since forever. It felt so right, Akaashi’s lips molded perfectly against yours. And in that moment, you never felt love so strongly before.

Oikawa Tooru

“Why am I even helping you,” Iwaizumi grumbled under his breath. After spending two torturous hours at Oikawa’s house, the both of them finally came up with a plan for Oikawa to ask you out.

It was pretty obvious to everyone, even his fangirls, that Oikawa was in love with you. Everyone but you, unfortunately. You never knew why so many girls would send you death glares when you walk down the hallway, it never came across to you that, Oikawa Tooru, the ‘king’ of the school was madly in love with you.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Oikawa asked, unsure of himself, as he nervously glanced over to Iwaizumi, who looked like he was about to lose his sanity.

“For the last time,” Iwaizumi breathe out, “Yes,” he said sternly. “You asked that about ten times now, when are you every gonna get it into your tiny mind that this plan will work” Iwaizumi added.

“I can’t help it!” Oikawa whined, “[Y/N] can be just so naive sometimes. It’s almost incredible!”


Oikawa drummed against the volleyball nervously, waiting for you to arrive. He knew that since you were the manager of Aoba Jousai, you always came at least 10 minutes earlier to get ready.

Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s 'masterful’ plan was to get everyone, except for you and Oikawa, to come 45 minutes later so Oikawa could have some alone time with you. Oikawa also had Iwaizumi run to the nearest florist to get you a bunch of assorted flowers. Which, was not as cheap as the both of them thought.

With the flowers placed next to his sports bag, Oikawa tried focusing on his serve. He threw the volleyball up and spiked it, only for it to be another out. He was about to do the same until he heard your voice.

“Hey,” you grinned, “You’re surprisingly early,” you noted.

“[Y/N-chan!],” he exclaimed, trying to maintain his composure, “I just wanted to see you, that’s all,” he flirted.

You being you, you brushed it off quickly, giggling at him. As you were laying your things down you noticed the flowers. “Oh my gosh, these are gorgeous, who’s the lucky person?”

“You,” Oikawa responded. “C'mon Oikawa, be serious,” you retorted.

“I am being serious [Y/N]” he said, suddenly getting serious.

You furrowed your brows. “Then what’s this for?”

Oikawa sighed, “I’ve just really wanted to tell you that I, um, that I,” Oikawa scratched the back of his head, he couldn’t find it in him to say the words that he was supposed to. Oikawa had never confessed to someone before. It was usually one of his fangirls that did it, but now since the table’s turned, Oikawa found himself at a loss for words.

He took in a deep breath, “I just, I really like you okay?” he confessed.

“What? Really? Oh God, are you being serious right now?” you asked, “I’ve waited so long for this!” you burst out before stopping, “Wait, is this a prank?”

“Huh? No! [Y/N]-chan I really genuinely like you!” he gushed.

You laughed, “Well, that was embarrassing. I like you too, for like a really long time. I’m just kinda surprised that you do too, y'know?”

Oikawa pulled you in for a hug, “you’re so oblivious to everything, [Y/N]-chan,”

A Big Mistake To Make

Summary: When an adventure as a little boy has dire consequences for Dan, he’s sure to cut off all contact with his (former) best friend. Alternately: A halloween werewolf fic. Alternatively, alternatively: A best friends to enemies to lovers fic.

Word Count: 8.2k

Genre: it’s like a real story but also smut towards the end nice

TW: includes vivid details of the pain of dan’s transformation


AND ALSO THIS ART TOO BY @gaygirlwithnochill

it’s on ao3 too!

please enjoy in the spirit of halloween!! :D

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anonymous asked:

Since you love angst so much, how about an ill s/o x todoroki OR bakugou one shot thing? you get to choose whether the s/o lives or not uwu

Angst is my new favorite genre. I decided to do both of them for you because it’s hard to choose between the two. Enjoy these and the outcomes. [Admin Denki]


You coughed, putting your sleeve over your mouth. You repositioned yourself in the hospital bed, turning to face Todoroki. Your eyes were sunken and your face was a lot more pale than when he had first met you. Todoroki moved strands of your hair off your forehead.

“You’re looking better than yesterday.” Todoroki said, holding your hand. You squeezed his a little.

“And I know you’re lying to me.” You smiled sadly, looking into his different colored eyes. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I think you look perfect to me.” Todoroki muttered, making you smile. He turned away for a moment, rummaging through his bookbag. You tried looking over his shoulder, wondering what he had.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked, leaning over the edge of the bed. He ignored the question for a moment before pulling out a book.

“I think this is your favorite.  .  . I was looking through your books.” Todoroki admitted, letting you see the book. You smiled when you saw it.

“This is a good book. Are you going to read it to me?” You asked, letting Todoroki take it back. He nodded, opening it up.

“Now We Are Six.  .  . Us Two.

Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,

There’s always Pooh and Me.

Whatever I do, he wants to do,

“Where are you going today?” says Pooh:

“Well, that’s very good ‘cos I was too.

Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he.

“Let’s go together,” says Pooh.”

Todoroki read the different poems and short stories to you as you laid on your side. You closed your eyes after a couple of chapters, letting Todoroki’s voice lull you into a comfortable sleep. He looked up at you, seeing you had fallen asleep. He closed the book quietly, kissing your forehead. The door opened and a nurse came in.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can come back later.” She said.

“No, no. I’m just leaving. They’re asleep.” Todoroki explained, putting the book back in his bag and standing up.

“Your visits really help.” The nurse smiled. “It gives them hope. They really are getting better. Treatments are tough on their body, but it’s slowly getting there. By the end of the year.  .  . they should be able to leave the hospital.” Todoroki looked up when he heard the nurse say that.

“Really?” He asked, looking hopeful.

“Yes.” She nodded with a smile. Todoroki gently squeezed your hand, a little smile on his face.

“She really does look better today.”


“Are you ready?” Bakugou asked, holding the handles on your wheelchair.

“I was born ready.” You smirked, holding on to the sides. Bakugou jumped up on the back of the chair and pushed it down the hill. You felt the wind rush past your face as you descended down the steep sidewalk. You screamed in delight, zooming down. Bakugou laughed, holding on to the back of the chair. The chair flew past people on benches and finally slowed down by the entrance of the hospital.

“That was amazing! We have to do it again!” You said, excitedly.

“We can go back up before your fucking nurse-”

“Ahem.” You both paused, turning to see a nurse standing by the entrance. She had her arms crossed and tapping her foot. You both sighed upon seeing her.

“Can we just-?”

“No. You are coming back inside. No more outside time. You two can just walk around inside.” The nurse said, turning on her heel to walk inside.

“What a bitch.” Bakugou scoffed, wheeling you back in the hospital. He started walking with you, looking around.

“She’s just doing her job.” You shrugged. Bakugou looked around the empty hallways.

“Hey, I have an idea.” Bakugou said, stopping your chair.

“I trust you.” A smirk came on your face. Bakugou started walking again, but then his pace started to quicken. You giggled as Bakugou broke out in a run, pushing you around the floor. You squeeled in joy, putting your hands in the air. You stopped by an empty hallway and had to calm yourself down.

“Oh my god, Bakugou. I love you so much.” You laughed, looking back at him. Bakugou had a grin on his face, always having fun when he came to visit. Which was everyday before and after school. He leaned down and kissed you, letting you put your hand over his.

“I make everyday awesome in this dump.” Bakugou said arrogantly. You smiled, leaning back in the chair. You felt tired now.

“You really do.” You nodded your head. “Can you take me back to my room. I’m feeling tired.” Bakugou knew not to push any of your limits at this point. He wheeled you back to the hospital room and helped you get into your bed. Bakugou laid down with you, putting kisses on your face.

“God, you’re acting so clingy today. What’s up?” You asked, leaning on Bakugou. He glared at you when you phrased it like that.

“Is it a crime to fucking kiss you?” Bakugou asked, rather loudly. You giggled, pecking his lips.

“Not at all.” You responded.

“Excuse me.” Your nurse stood at the door. “Visiting hours are over.”

“Oh, c’mon-”

“You can come back in the morning. We already let you stay an hour extra.” The nurse said, stepping aside. You sighed, pecking Bakugou one last time. He gave you a long kiss, wanting to remember what your lips felt like against his. He got off your bed and walked out, throwing a glare at your nurse.

“What a disrespectful boy.” Your nurse muttered. You shrugged.

“He’s really sweet, you know. I love him.” You smiled. The nurse shook her head and took a step out of the room.

Bakugou came first thing in the morning, waiting at the front desk. He always came before school started. No one was helping until he spotted the familiar, strict nurse. He walked over to her.

“Hey, there’s no one at the fucking desk. And you guys bitch at me to sign in.” Bakugou huffed. He noticed that the nurse’s eyes were puffy and red and he had a sinking feeling in his gut. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry. They.  .  . (Y/n) passed away last night.” The nurse’s words were solemn. Bakugou could feel his whole body sink as he stood there in the quiet hallway.

“What the fuck do you mean? They were just fine yesterday!” Bakugou could not help how he raised his voice.

“Mr. Bakugou.  .  . nothing we could have done would have helped. (Y/n)’s body was weak. You knew that. They’re dead.” Bakugou’s eyes were wide, frozen in his place. He felt his eyes start to burn from wet tears.

“No.  .  . no! They’re not dead! They were fine yesterday!” Bakugou screamed, wanting to keep his tears from spilling over. The nurse was taken aback, but sighed.

“I’m sorry. I know how much you loved (Y/n).” She started.

“No, you don’t! You don’t fucking understand!” Bakugou turned around as the tears spilled down his cheeks. He ran out of the hospital, no matter how much the nurse yelled at him. He ran away from the hospital, away from the idea of you. He hated how much it hurt and how hard he was crying. He hated you for dying on him. He hated how you were gone. He hated your absence. He cried, wishing you were with him. He cried, needing you.

“You’re such an unfair bitch.  .  .” Bakugou muttered, wiping tears from his eyes.

What I love tho is that when Deadpool came out, I didn’t hear a single concern about Deadpool reigniting scene culture or reigniting the bad boyz r kewl culture. I didn’t see any concerns about people dressing up as Deadpool more and more. When we know Deadpool cosplayers are often crass, and lewd, and go up to other cosplayers “consenting females” so they can be groped for a photo.

Even tho Deadpool, as I said before, in a male version of Harley Quinn’s jester suit, is also on every shelf in every corner of the Hot Topics stores all across the country. Hot Topics, a store that predominantly young girls (wow no coincidence there) shop at. I personally am not big on scene culture but I can see in the past as a younger teen girl how many of their things would have interested me.

I went to Hot Topic and saw all sorts of Disney merch especially Frozen, Deadpool merch (even before the movie), MARVEL merch, literally so much Loki everywhere, Doctor Who/Sherlock/Supernatural (even a Mishapocalypse t) merch, some DC/TDK trilogy merch, some bands, and other various things including memes like the doge meme.

Hot Topics isn’t a scene store. It’s a freaking fandom store. I’ve never seen so many “We a Have a Hulk” and “Loki uwu” shirts in one place in my life. Heck, there were more LOKI shirts than there were Avengers shirts!

Shopping at Hot Topics is like logging onto tumblr. Fandoms everywhere. I was actually embarrassed to be able to recognize almost everything in Hot Topic I’ve already seen on tumblr.

So I’m not understanding the whole “Suicide Squad will bring back scene culture Hot Topic style” guess what binches, when y'all log onto tumblr to brood about how no one understands you and spend your time with others who no one understands, crying over fictional characters, y'all are emo. Y'all are scene culture. Y'all brought back scene culture with your woobification and Avengers/Sherlock/Doctor Who/Supernatural fangirling.

Anyways, the point is, when Deadpool came out, y'all were all perfectly fine. Y'all even wrote endless metas to prove how deep Deadpool goes beyond his lewd disgusting jokes about his genitalia and even past the lolz so randum jokes/scenes that saturated the movie. Even the awful advertising with the emo cartoon drawings of Deadpool and the poop emojis that specifically were meant to appeal to a particular age group (*cough*) y'all lauded and lapped it up like ice cream on a hot summer day. Y'all even contrived multiple reasons why Deadpool is great representation ( l o l with that predominantly white cast) and a super progressive movie (um) I mean where does it end???

Everyone continued to cosplay it. Females continue to get groped “in the name of in-character cosplay”. Guys got to go order their Deadpool t-shirts and their Deadpool mugs and girls got to order their Deadpool merch and everyone was happy. No one was harassed or made fun of. There wasn’t a single dent in the earth.


- How dare Suicide Squad, happens to be 55% poc with 4 main female characters, two of of which are non-white be a movie? I’ve seen fans literally rally to fund Deadpool’s movie production. But h-how dare a Suicide Squad movie exist???¿¿¿

How dare the movie potentially encourage more girls to dress like Harley Quinn? Notice how no one complained that “more dudes!” (often smelly rude and perverted dudes in my experience) would dress like Deadpool but it’s an issue that more girls will dress like Harley Quinn. Hmm 👀🤔

Notice how Suicide Squad is being branded an edgy Hot Topic movie (by MCU stans) but none of your beloved MCU movies or even Deadpool isn’t. I can find Deadpool on every single merchandise in Hot Topics- from mugs to shoelaces to erasers to freaking fragrance bottles. There’s more Loki shirts than there are Black Widow or pretty much any other character in Hot Topic.

So don’t try tell to me :-) 🔪🔪 that this :-) 🔪 isn’t bias :-) 🔪🔪🔪 from multiple aspects :-))) 🔪 disguised as something else 🔫

“Yes I know the DC movie is breaking Hollywood norm and giving minorities a chance to succeed like we’ve been asking from our own Marvel movies but it looks too edgy so no one should watch this movie!”

“No it’s not that I prefer my white favs with the one background poc who is the white fav’s prop like we get in Marvel movies. It’s just that diversity doesn’t matter in the DC movie!”

(Let’s see how long MCU stans ride the “it doesn’t matter if it has pocs, pocs don’t make a good movie” train until Spiderman Homecoming comes out 👀🕵🏾✍🏾💁🏽)

You guys are perfectly fine overlooking your whitewashed jews turned neo-naz*s and your yellow face movies and your “all blacks people look the same” CEO and your “stole the majority of my black costar’s paycheck” RDJ and your “child rape isn’t real” Scarlett Johansson, and “which female character can I bang first” Seb Stan and your “female characters are sexy lamps” movies and your various sputtering problematic aspects of the MCU, and still give them money and the time of day.

Then you should have no problem overlooking Jared Leto (who most likely will be woobified anyways) and stop bending over backwards for the “boycotting” of Suicide Squad and telling everyone that the pocs do not matter or mean anything because it’s “too Hot Topic-y”.

This post isn’t about or excusing Jared Leto’s disturbing gross antics he used to get into character. This isn’t about one line that Harley Quinn said in a 2hr+ movie that none of y'all have even seen yet. But I’m sure all of you will still persist and argue that “it’s too edgy” and “they completely screwed up Harley Quinn” as your excuse anyways won’t ya. I can foresee all the reblogs saying “but it’s too edgy 😩!” “All the GIRLS will wanna dress like Harley Quinn while it’s fine that all the GUYS wanted to be Deadpool” anyways. Prove me wrong for once. Just once.

Holy shit, there’s a new wave of discourse™ in the tag. All of this drama reminds me when Naruto ended and NaruSaku fans harassed the creator and his assistant because Naruto ended with Hinata instead of Sakura.
Like that’s petty and immature. All because you like a thing doesn’t mean the creator has to cater to you nor are you entitled to the creators content, story, or characters. What happens in the end is up to the creator, not you.
Michael Chu is allowed to like whatever the hell he wants and put whatever the hell he wants into the Overwatch lore. The people harassing him on Twitter is not going to solve or change anything expect letting Michael know that some parts of the fan base can’t handle disappointment and will act like babies until they get their way, which they won’t so all this “why is gency canon?! It’s horrible and it should be my ship instead!!1!” is all for not. And trying to discredit his work by saying he’s using Genji as a self-insert “weeb” so he be with his White Savior Fav™ is rude and offensive. I will be damned if something I made got the same popularity and hugh fan base as Overwatch and some ungrateful fans came to me saying “Well I brought your thing and supported you so now you must cater to me UwU Make my ship canon or else UwU UwU.” Must be out of your mind if think that’s how you’re going to get your way
In conclusion, gency is not canon. It just voice lines. Blizzard didn’t confirm the nature of Genji and Mercy’s relationship but fuck’s sake you guys are acting like Blizzard said the two was secretly married and support Trump. Relax. It’s not serious. Stay in your lane, respect that others have different taste than you, and have a nice day.

anonymous asked:

Can I request 2p France, 2p Canada, 1p France and 1p Russia's reaction if their s/o wanted to dance with them? I don't think this breaks rules, so if it does I am sorry. You don't have to do this is you don't feel like it! I love your blog uwu

This doesn’t break the rules and I am very, very thankful for that, so thank you anon for actually reading the rules and submitting a request that meets them.

2P France/François Bonnefoy: François would immediately decline, avoiding their eyes as he hastily would try to focus on a different task. But if they ask again, he would submit, for he has a weak spot for those he loves most.

His touch would be gentle as he brought them towards him, and would have surprising elegance when it came to a waltz, as well as ease when it came to something more informal. Sometimes he may get grabby, running his hands down their hips, grinding against them from behind, but this would only be in a casual dance.

But at the end of it all, he would enjoy each second of dancing with them.

2P Canada/James Williams: For a while, he would be silent, debating his answer for the few moments he could. In public, he would refuse, but in private, he would slowly agree, albeit awkwardly. His movements would be slow and clumsy, for he isn’t sure of what to do with himself the entire time. Every now and again his partner might find their toe stepped on or nervous hands barely managing to touch them in any way. But eventually he would get the hang of it, although he would need a partner to guide him.

When the music stopped, he would smile weakly and offer a hand for his partner to hold.

France/Francis Bonnefoy: It wouldn’t take much to get Francis to dance, for he would smoothly wrap his hands around their waist, pulling them flush against his body as he smiled sweetly at them. For a moment, it was surprisingly awkward and fumbling as he tried to feel out the rhythm of the song. But the moment he had a good grip on it, it would become more erratic and joyful, with a few playful grinds and lots of laughter as he would try to tickle them from time to time.

By the end of the song, him and his partner would be a breathless mess of sweat and smiles. He would then lean his forehead against theirs, before giving them a kiss.

Russia/Ivan Braginski: The request startled him, and for a moment he could barely comprehend the words. But, he would smile, giving into the request without so much as a prod, and he would take their hand into his own, bowing, and kissing the knuckles as he looked up at them through his lashes. “Of course.”

After he rose from his bow, he would bring them close, laughing in a child-like manner as he danced with them, to whatever beat the music played. Whether it be classical or informal, it didn’t matter much, he would enjoy every moment and sneak a kiss between movements, never letting his hands off of them until the music stopped.


Anonymous asked:
Can you do a josh imagine where you are studying for finals or something (high school au maybe??) and he helps you

A/N: Lets all hope this went the way you wanted it to turn out uwu

Originally posted by aldersun

Joshua Dun Imagine
Words: 899
Rating: T
Warnings: (slight sexual) teasing

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anonymous asked:

Tezuka, Shiraishi, Yuushi, Niou and Ryoga making out with their s/o when the s/o's younger sibling walks in on them uwu -Cookie Anon

Here you go, sweetheart. I hope you like it. <3


Tezuka had one hand gently placed on your cheek, his other hand resting on your waist when he lightly traced your bottom lip with his tongue. With a content sigh you opened your mouth, allowing your tongues to meet. You just leaned further into the kiss when Tezuka suddenly pulled back. You actually felt a bit hurt by his action, but only a few seconds later your little sister came running into your room. Tezuka sent you a small, apologetic smile and you realized that he must have heard her walking up the stairs to your room. Meanwhile, your sister already had hugged Tezuka around his leg asking if he would teach her more tennis. Honestly, your little sister completely adored Tezuka and despite her interrupting your little make-out session you couldn’t really be angry because the sight of Tezuka softly patting the little girl’s head was just too adorable.


Shiraishiwas hovering over you with his arms placed next to your head to keep his weight upright. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, loving the minty taste of his lips. A small moan escaped your lips and Shiraishi instinctively lowered his hips, grinding against you. With a loud bang the door to your room opened. Quickly you sat up, accidentally banging your head against Shiraishi’s. Groaning in pain you both looked at the door to see your little brother pointing an accusing finger at Shiraishi “What are you doing with my Onee/Onii-chan?!” Shiraishi looked at you with wide eyes, nervously licking over his lips, but you stared back at him with equally wide eyes. So, how to explain to your brother what you just were doing?

Oshitari Y.:

Oshitari and you had been studying together, but somehow you ended up sitting on top of your desk with Oshitari standing between your legs, his lips passionately moving against yours. He pulled away from the kiss only to trail kisses down your neck. He had just opened the first button of your blouse/shirt when a high pitched voice made you both freeze “Why are you changing your clothes. It’s not even bedtime yet.” Over Oshitari’s shoulder you could see your little sister standing in your room. Both of you probably had been too occupied to notice her enter. You were searching for words when Oshitari explained with a way too relaxed smile “Ahh, (Name) just spilled something on their shirt, so I was helping them change. How was school, sweetheart?” Since your sister adored Oshitari she immediately started to ramble about her day, forgetting the whole incident in a matter of seconds.


Niou had you pressed against the wall, feverishly kissing you. You whimpered into the kiss while wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Niou’s hands slipped under your shirt, softly squeezing your naked hips when the door of your room burst open. Your little brother marched into the room, suspiciously eyeing Niou whose hands still rested on your hips “You promised to help with my homework, Onee/Onii-chan!” Shit, you completely forgot about the promise. Well, who could blame you with Niou kissing you like that. Niou plastered a winning smile on his face and somehow pulled out a DS game from his pocket “Here, you can try out my new game until (Name) has time to help you” Obviously your brother quickly took the game and scurried out of the room. With a smirk Niou turned back to you “Well, that should keep him occupied for a while.” You raised an eyebrow “Where the hell did the game suddenly come from?” Still smirking Niou lowered his head, his lips hovering over yours when he whispered “Trickster.” before crashing his lips against yours again.


You were straddling Ryoga, your hands buried in his hair. You gave his hair a light tug to deepen the kiss and Ryoga groaned in your mouth. His hold on your waist tightened and he pulled you even closer when suddenly the door burst open and your little brother walked into the room. You tried to scramble off Ryoga’s lap, but you only ended up flailing your arms because Ryoga still had his arm tightly wrapped around your waist. Your little brother stared at the both of you, but Ryoga only grinned “Sorry, buddy. Do you need something because your sister/brother and I are a bit busy…” You wanted to smack him for the smug smile on his face, but your brother already had ran out of the room and before you could scold him Ryoga had captured your lips in another kiss.

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The Broken Promise

It’s by the good grace of Azar that she had yet to fall on her face with the heels she was in. The night’s chill kissed her bare skin, the blue crop top stopping just above her bellybutton; the roundness of her mounds made the front of the shirt hover over the covered skin there. Black jeans, no matter how flexible, clung to her legs like a second skin. Why did Starfire talk her into this?

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Raven stopped walking, inhaling deeply before she turned around to see X walk up to her, hands rooted in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Sunglasses at night?” she countered back with, folding her arms across her chest, long hair blowing in the breeze.

He chuckled.

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oblivious122  asked:

Omg the ask box is always open! Imma take that chance!! Can I pls have a scenario where a girl who is an artist asks the Seijou boys for help by letting her watch practice in a closer view so she could practice sketching poses? But then most of her sketches are Iwa's poses and Iwa finds out? I wanna feel some fluff <3 Thank you for always answering my requests!! uwu

Gonna be gender neutral okay bb?

The squeaking of sneakers were interrupted by giggles from the sidelines in Aoba Jouhsai’s gym. Iwaizumi Hajime sighed, looking at Oikawa Tooru who waltzed on in, 20 minutes late and waving to his fan girls even sending out air kisses. He marched towards him, ready to roar but Oikawa instantly turned around and brought out a person instead.


He cried, using (Name) as a meatshield. Stopping instantly and abruptly, Hajime nodded towards them and pushed them lightly out of the way and smacked Tooru on the back.

“Don’t use (Name) as a meat shield. Hello, (Name).”

He glared at his friend who dramatically lay crippled on the floor.

“(Name) has something to ask us! That’s why I’m late!”

Curious, the rest of the volleyball team came forward.

“Hi guys… I’m… Just wondering and it’s totally okay to say no, but is it alright if I could sketch you guys? I won’t be in the way I’ll just be on the sidelines and I won’t be loud or disturbing”

Everyone nodded and agreed that it was no problem, even the coach agreed it was okay. (Name) beamed at them and thanked them all. Oikawa smiled and whispered something in (Name)’s ear, who blushed relentlessly. Hajime shrugged it off, it wasn’t a surprise that (Name) could have a crush on him.

“(Name)-chan, make sure you get my good side, okay~?”

Oikawa called as he went onto the court. Before they could reply, Hajime couldn’t help but chuck a ball in his direction, hitting Oikawa in the face.


Practice then commenced as normal. Every so often, Hajime would glance over to (Name) who was completely engulfed into whatever they were drawing. He smiled, admiring their concentration and dedication. When he turned around, he noticed both Kindaichi and Kunimi smirking at him. He ignored it and continued practice. I mean, what’s wrong with admiring someone’s dedication? He thought.

At the end of practice, as everyone was packing up he noticed (Name) was busy chatting with Oikawa. Hajime was curious as to what (Name) drew… But he would never admit that he was wondering if they just drew mainly Oikawa. After all, why would they come here but to draw their crush.

He walked by the bench and noticed their sketchpad open. Thinking nothing of it he glanced over and a red flush appeared on his face. There in front of him were two pages of detailed sketches of him.


A flustered (Name) gasped as they appeared behind him, just as red faced.

“I dssff I can explain I mean like. Hi”

He blinked and cleared his throat.

“S-sorry that I looked without your permission… Is it alright if I look through it…?”

“O-of course… Go ahead”

He picked the book up, gently as if him touching it would ruin anything.

Flicking through the pages, he noticed a few of the other teammates, Hanamaki etc. but most of the pages consisted of different angles, expressions and poses of him. Hajime couldn’t help but feel a flush of embarrassment.

“T-they’re beautiful”

He said, looking up at them. They twiddled their fingers, nervous and gave him a shaky smile.

“Not that I’m beautiful uh I mean like, that you’ve drawn them really detailed and you’re really good at this… Uh”

He said, beginning to falter and get flustered.

(Name) shook their head and smiled at him. Their smile just warmed his heart and he couldn’t help but notice the sound of his heart beat more and more.

“I’m sorry, it’s a little creepy oh my god”

They said, their hands covering their face.

Setting the book down, Hajime laughed a little.

“No no don’t be embarrassed, you’re really amazing. I mean uh you’re drawing skills are amazing… Not that you’re not amazing, you are”

He said, trying to recover, but feeling he was digging an even further hole for himself.

Silence fell on the both of them.

Looking at the ground, the both of them found that they didn’t know what to say. They glanced at each other and found they locked eye contact.

They both burst out in a giggle.

Watching from afar, the Oikawa, Matsuaka and Hanamaki all found themselves feeling profound and proud of this young love and proud of Hajime.

“I am a great cupid”

Oikawa announced, his arms folded, triumphant. The other two looked from each other back to Oikawa and smirked.

“If only you could sort out your own love life”

anonymous asked:

oh my god oh my god i love your blog so so so much <3 Could I please request cute fluffy GoM with their kids please uwu

(aah so cute!!!! i live for basketdads!!! features kids of diff genders and ages)

Kuroko: “Shh,” Kuroko whispered, pressing his finger to his lips for emphasis. His daughter stifled her giggles behind her hands, which were tightly clasped around her mouth. The two were hiding behind the door, waiting for you to come find them. When your footsteps were heard, your daughter clung to Kuroko, as part of the plan she had discussed with him earlier-

-“Daddy, if hug you, it means we have to be super quiet!” She had said. Kuroko smiled and ruffled her hair, taking her hand and pulling her to a nice, secluded hiding spot.

“Found you!” You exclaimed when you found your husband and daughter hiding behind the door. She pouted in defeat, and Kuroko scooped her up in his arms and pecked her temple. 

“We can do better next time, okay? The important thing is that we don’t give up.”

Kise: “Waah! Be careful, okay?” He warned, watching the glass of orange juice slide around on the tray his little boy was carrying. Kise had slipped out of bed early in the morning, as per the request of his son, to make you a breakfast in bed. 

His little boy absolutely insisted that he “helped his daddy with the cooking!” So there they were, both in matching aprons you had got them, preparing the breakfast tray. His son carried the tray with as much care as a young kid could but Kise managed to snag it before they ascended the stairs. 

His little boy burst through the door of your bedroom, jumping on the bed and and smothering your face with kisses to wake you up. Kise set the tray down in your lap and kissed you good morning, scooping his son back into his arms as he crawled under the covers. His little boy cuddled up to him and both of them watched as you tucked into your breakfast. 

“Well,” your son asked finally, “how is it?” He bit back a yawn and cuddled closer to Kise, who pecked the top of his head. You smiled and nodded at him, flashing a thumbs up, and kissing his forehead. You kissed your husband’s cheek and grinned when your son began falling asleep against him. 

Midorima lifted his son up into the chair, hiding his amusement as his son’s feet dangled off the edge of the chair. Before the boy an assortment of spectacle frames lay, arranged in a glass case. 

“So, ______, which one of these would you like?” Came Midorima’s voice from over his son’s head. The boy tilted his head up to look at his father, eyes observing the movement of his father’s eyes, which were scanning the display. 

“How about some plastic frames? They don’t break easily.”

“I want to match daddy,” his son declared quietly. Midorima smiled and ruffled his hair and began looking for a pair of frames that matched his own. 

Aomine watched with vague interest as you fixed your daughter’s uniform. You had put her hair in braids and you were now smoothing out her skirt. Aomine was waiting to drive her to school on his way to work, but you’d insisted on making sure she looked perfect for her first day of middle school. 

Middle school, huh, thought Aomine. The only middle school girl he knew- Satsuki- came to mind. She’d been obsessed with Kuroko back in midd-

“Oi! __d/n___, no boyfriends until after college, okay?! I know what you’re thinking now that you’re going into middle school, but I don’t want to hear about boys until you’re thirty!” Aomine exclaimed frustratedly. 

His daughter frowned and harrumphed, but a smirk grew on her face. 

“What about Takeshi-kun from next door?”

“What?!” Aomine screeched, already marching out of his house. 

Murasakibara poked the baby’s cheek, giving his son rapt attention while he napped in his crib. You’d asked him to watch your child while you had a night out with your friends, and he’d been a little hesitant because he knew he wasn’t the best father around. 

Murasakibara’s eyebrows furrowed when his baby shifted in his sleep. He effortless scooped him up into the crook of his arm, and began rocking the baby gently back and forth. 

“Y’know, ___s/n___-chin, I’m so glad you’re here. You make your mama very happy and me very happy. You’re super cute, too! And ____s/n____-chin, while I know I’m not the best father, I’ll do my best for you, okay?”

His baby gurgled in response and Murasakibara cracked a grin. 

Akashi watched with awe as his little girl twirled about in her room, practising her ballet. She’d left her door open, and Akashi managed to chance upon her dancing. When she’d ended with a flourish, Akashi burst into applause and strode into the room, closing the distance between him and his daughter. 

“That was wonderful, princess.” Akashi beamed. His daughter seemed to glow in happiness and she ran towards her father, jumping into his arms. Akashi pecked the top of her head and spun her around, letting her little skirt swish around her. 

“Daddy, you think I’m good?” She gazed into his eyes. Akashi nodded firmly and she smiled brightly, nuzzling into his chest. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” She giggled into the fabric of his shirt. 

Akashi’s heart swelled with affection as she did so, making him wonder what he had done to have such a wonderful daughter. 

Aspire (Grant Gustin X Reader)

Fandom: Real people/actor??
Pairing: Grant Gustin X Reader
Word Count: 4,105 (honestly I’ve given up trying to make things short)
Prompt: Preferably one where reader is an actress in her first ever movie and playing Grant’s love interest asdfghjkl please for queerbastian (her fics are lovely by the way, you should definitely go check them out!!), I hope you like it, dear!!
Author’s Note: We’re just gonna pretend that Grant doesn’t have a girlfriend in this, even though in real life, he does.

“Hi.” You greeted, already a little bit breathless. “I’m a huge fan.” You said, and even though it was directed at Grant, you looked at the casting director and the producer of the movie to let them know that they were included in the statement. The casting director had worked on several of your favorite movies, as had the producer, and you were very impressed with their work.  

Grant smiled and extended a hand for you to shake, which you took and shook eagerly before releasing it and turning towards the director. You handed her a few headshots and your resume with a shaky smile. It was your first time auditioning for a movie, you had a few guest appearances on television shows previously, but this was a whole new world for you. The only reason you got the chance to audition for this film was because the casting director was holding open auditions, but honestly, even if you didn’t get the part, you would be happy.

You had already gotten to meet your favorite actor, and if you never got to see him again after today, you would be surprisingly okay with that.

“I prepared a monologue,” You said, breaking the silence. “But I thought there might be something specific you wanted me to read first?”

The casting director shook her head with a reassuring smile. “Go ahead, sweetheart, when you're ready.”

You took a deep breath to soothe your nerves, tapping into the part of your brain that was meant for acting. When you felt you were properly in the zone, you started speaking.

“Gentlemen, I shall be brief, but I would like to use my remaining time with you to remind you that the case of Mayella Ewell vs. Tom Robinson is not a difficult one. To begin with, this case should have never come to trial. The state of Alabama has not produced one iota of medical evidence that shows that the crime Tom Robinson is charged with ever took place. This case is as simple as black and white.”

They all seemed surprised by your choice of monologue, you were auditioning for the lead female role in a romantic comedy, after all, but no one told you to stop, so you kept going. As you neared the end, you were speaking so passionately and so firmly that you felt like you really were Atticus Finch.

“I am confident that you gentlemen will review without passion the evidence you have heard, come to a decision, and restore the defendant to his family. In the name of God, do your duty. In the name of God, gentlemen, believe Tom Robinson.” Your last words trailed off in a hushed whisper, and after a moment of silence, you brought your gaze up to the three people seated at the table in front of you.

They were all looking at you in shock and awe.

“I’m just gonna say it,” The casting director said, smiling at you. “That was the best audition we’ve had today. By far.” She took a look at your resume and blinked in surprise. “You’ve only been acting professionally for two years?”

You nodded. “Yes, ma'am. I’ve been in theater since I was five or six, though. Acting has always been a huge part of my life.”

She stared at you thoughtfully before gesturing for Grant to stand up. “I want you two to do scene thirty.” Grant made his way around the table, two sheets of paper clenched in his hand. He handed one to you and kept the other for himself, offering you a small smile before you started skimming the paper.

“You can begin.” The casting director spoke again.

Grant started speaking, his voice low and urgent. “Listen, I know you’re pissed off at me, but now is not the time. There are god-knows-how-many zombies waiting right outside, and if we don’t get out of here soon, we’re gonna be their lunch.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m not pissed off at you! I mean, yeah, I was a little upset that you apparently have a crush on my sister and in the ten years we’ve been friends you’ve never mentioned it, but-”

Grant’s character interrupted you, confusion heavy in his voice. “I don’t have a crush on your sister.”

You knitted your eyebrows together, trying to show that your character was just as confused as his was. “You don’t?”

He shook his head and took a step forwards, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger and guiding your head up to look at him. “I like you.” And then Grant was craning his head down, and you were tilting your head up, when-

“Cut!” The casting director called out, and you hastily moved away from him. You were pleasantly surprised to see that he was breathing just as heavily as you were. “Well,” The woman spoke, her eyes flicking between you and Grant in amusement. “You certainly passed the chemistry test.”

You tried to fight the flush that was creeping onto your cheeks, but you knew that you were failing.

“We have a few more people to interview, but, between you and me, you’re in the lead right now.” She winked at you. “Keep an eye on your phone. You might just be getting a call from us in a couple days.”

You grinned at her and murmured thank you under your breath several times as you made your way over to the door, and your blush deepened when, because you weren’t looking at where you were going, you bumped into the doorframe. You waved at the casting director and the producer, and snuck one more glance at Grant before disappearing through the door.

“I like her.” Grant said after you had left, and the casting director and the producer shared a knowing look.

“We could tell.” The producer said teasingly, nudging a flustered Grant with her elbow.

“I liked her too.” The casting director said thoughtfully, but they all fell silent as the next candidate stepped into the room.

Half a dozen aspiring actresses later, and you were still in the lead by far. At the end of the day, when Grant knew with absolutely certainty that you were the best choice, he asked if he could tell you that you got the part.

With a meaningful smirk, the casting director gave him permission to do so.

To: __y/n__ __l/n__
Hey! Don’t know if you remember me, but this is Grant. Gustin, that is. Just wanted to let you know that you got the part! You’ll probably get a call from Miss Tibideaux tomorrow, but I wanted to be the first to welcome you to the ‘Love Bites’ family. :-D
From: Grant


When you got a text from an unknown number, you almost fell off your bed when you saw who it was from. After a moment of trying not to hyperventilate, you finally managed to text him back.

It is taking all my willpower to not scream right now, oh my god. You have no idea. I can’t believe I got the part! I’m super excited to be working with you! Though, I have to ask, how’d you get my number?
From: __y/n__

You hit send, still in a ridiculous amount of disbelief, and waited patiently for his response. It came less than a minute later, and you couldn’t help but grin to yourself when you read what he wrote.

To: __y/n__
I’m excited to be working with you too! And, ah, that’s a bit of a funny story. And by 'funny story’, I mean I totally snuck a peek at your resume and put your number in my phone. Don’t be mad?

You couldn’t understand why he thought you’d be mad at him (a celebrity wanted your number, that was nothing other than a win for you!), but you typed out a quick response.

Not mad at all. Quite the opposite, in fact, I’m very flattered. I hate to cut our conversation short, but an aspiring actress needs her beauty sleep, so I’ll talk to you later! And I’ll see you soon!
P.S. You’re a lot taller than I was expecting.
From: __y/n__


Grant snorted at your reply, as if you needed any beauty sleep, you were already easily one of the prettiest women he had ever met, and he told you so (without really telling you so) in his text. He also changed your name in his phone, because __y/n__ __l/n__ was just too formal.

To: Aspiring Actress (aka __y/n__)
Pst, as if you need beauty sleep. Regardless, sweet dreams! I’ll see you *hopefully* next week!
P.S. I get that a lot. Maybe you’re just short.  :-P
From: Grant

Grant started to get ready for bed himself, he had a fan meet-up at a comic book store the next day, but paused when you texted him again.

To: Grant
There are kissing scenes in this movie, aren’t there? GUESS WHO HAS TO BEND DOWN TO KISS SOMEONE?
(Hint: not me!!)
(Seriously though, it was awesome meeting you. Good night!  ((:  )
From: Aspiring Actress (aka __y/n__)

Grant didn’t have a good response to that one, there were at least five kissing scenes in the movie, if he remembered correctly, and there was going to end up being a lot of neck craning. Damn (in his mind though, he knew you would be totally worth any future neck pains). He plugged his phone in so it could charge overnight and slipped into his bed, and the last thought on his mind before he drifted to sleep was of the charming __h/c__-haired, __e/c__-eyed, aspiring actress.


When you woke up the next morning with a new text from Grant that read only 'Mornin’, shorty!’ with a stupid face that had the tongue sticking out, you knew that this was the start to a beautiful friendship.


It really was the start to a beautiful friendship. Filming Love Bites was quite the experience. Grant was amazing, as were all the other actors and actresses, but Grant was especially amazing. He was incredibly funny on set and always cracking jokes or making silly faces at you in the middle of intense scenes.

A month later, and even though you adored Grant, you had yet to film any of the kissing scenes. The director had told you that it was because your characters, Mollie and Peter, had been friends for years before the apocalypse began, and they wanted the kissing scenes to show just how long they had both been waiting for the kiss.

The very first kiss between Mollie and Peter was supposed to be very passionate and tinged with the fear that the two could die at any moment, but you and Grant needed to spend more time together before they thought you could reach that level of intimacy.

Another month of filming and tomfoolery went by before the director called you into her office.

“Grant, __y/n__, have a seat.” She said, not unkindly, gesturing at the two chairs in front of her desk. You both did as she asked, and after a moment of complete silence, you spoke.

“So, what’s up?” You asked warily.

The red-headed woman smiled at you. “I’m glad you asked. You and Grant are doing very well, and all your scenes are coming out incredibly, but we have a rather odd request.”

Grant looked over at you before bringing his gaze over to the director curiously. “Shoot. It can’t be that bad, can it?”

She chuckled. “I hope not. We think that you two are just about ready to film the scene where Mollie and Peter kiss for the first time, but before you can do that, we’d like to ask that Miss __l/n__ leave the set.”

Grant and yourself both opened your mouths to question her, but she spoke again before either of you could speak.

“Just for a week. Grant has some scenes he can film while you’re gone, and then we’ll do the same with Grant. We want this kiss to be as real as possible, and to get the intensity we require, we need to separate you two for a bit.”

“Does that include texting?” You questioned, and she nodded.

“I’m afraid it does. We want you both to have no contact with the other until it’s time for the scene. Are you both okay with that?”

You and Grant shared a look and a small smile before Grant nodded. “We are.”

She clapped her hands together. “Fantastic! Miss __l/n__, your week begins now, so you may leave the set.” The director gestured for you both to leave the room, and you did, following Grant reluctantly.

“Two weeks without you, man, that’s gonna suck.” You murmured, and Grant frowned as he gently slipped his hand into yours.

“Hey, c'mon, it’ll be fun! Won’t it be nice to not see my face every day?” Grant tried to cheer you up, but you shook your head.

“I like seeing your stupid face every day.” You grumbled.

“Think about it this way,” Grant said, halting his footsteps and turning to look at you fully. “When we get to see each other again, it’ll be time for the kissing scene. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been looking forward to that.”

He had been looking forward to it? What did that mean? Did he want to kiss you? Or was he just interested to know what kissing you was like? You had a dozen questions, but you couldn’t ask any of them before Grant was being called back onto the set.

“I’ve gotta go,” Grant said apologetically, giving your hand a quick squeeze before carefully pulling his hand away from yours and jogging over to the crew.

Right. Okay. You turned and made your way outside, to the parking lot, getting into your car with the faint frown still in place.

A week without work, and two weeks without Grant, that would be fun.


Was it fun? No. Not at all. Sure, you got to stay up late watching Parks and Recreation and sleep all day, but you missed Grant. In the two months that you had spent with him, he had easily become your best friend.

You worked together, of course, but you also texted each other almost constantly, went out to movies, restaurants, parties; anything that seemed even remotely interesting, you and Grant went to it together.  

You weren’t sure if you were his, but he was definitely yours, and not being able to talk to your best friend sucked.

Your week passed, and you managed to not break and contact Grant, but then three days into Grant’s week, he called you.

“Grant,” You hissed, even though you really wanted to talk to him too. “You’re not allowed to do this.”

“I know.” He said, keeping his voice low. “But I miss your voice and I miss you laughing at my stupid jokes and I miss holding things above your head and making you jump to reach them and I miss working with you.” Grant was completely silent for a moment. “I just miss you.”

And god, you were pretty sure that he only saw you as a friend, but the words made your heart flutter pleasantly.

“I do too.” You spoke softly, smiling to yourself because that was pretty much all the confirmation you needed to know that you were his best friend too. “Only four more days, Grant. Come on, we spent twenty five years without each other, we can handle four more days apart.” You were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him, because honestly, you were dying to see his stupid smile again.

“What do you think kissing each other’s gonna be like?”

You were shocked into silence at his words. It took you a solid minute before you could respond. “I don’t know. It’s going to be good, I think, you have really nice lips so I don’t think it could possibly be bad, but Grant, come on, we have to hang up. Miss Saunders is going to be mad if she finds out we broke her rule.” Even though you said you should hang up, you made no move to do so.

“You have nice lips too.” Grant said, completely ignoring the last part of your statement. “You have nice everything, actually.” You could hear the smile on his face, and it made you smile too.

“Thank you. You have nice everything too, you know. Grant, honey, I really need to hang up. I’ll see you in four days, yeah?” Without giving him a chance to respond, you hung the phone up and climbed out of your car, making your way to the set for Love Bites.

Four more days. Just four more days.


“Man, I missed you.” You murmured, right before throwing your arms around Grant’s neck and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you too, shorty.”

“And you ruined the moment.” You said, completely deadpan as you pulled away from the embrace. Grant, however, was quick to pull you back into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, frowning as he hugged you back more tightly than before. “You’re beautiful?” Grant offered, trying to redeem himself.

“I know, but thank you.” You said, accepting his apology and nuzzling closer to his body before pulling away. “Come on,” You grabbed his hand and led him towards the studio. “We have a kiss to film.”


“Listen, I know you’re pissed off at me, but now is not the time. There are god-knows-how-many zombies waiting right outside, and if we don’t get out of here soon, we’re gonna be their lunch.” Grant said, his voice gruff as he stalked around the room, grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer, and stuck it in his belt.

“I’m not pissed off at you! I mean, yeah, I was a little upset that you apparently have a crush on my sister and in the ten years we’ve been friends you’ve never mentioned it, but-”

“I don’t have a crush on your sister.” Grant as Peter interrupted you, and you blinked in confusion.

“You don’t?”

Grant shook his head before he spoke again. “I like you.” He crossed the room, his hands coming up to rest on your cheeks as he tilted his head down. “It’s always been you.” Grant whispered, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones before he dipped his head down.

His lips met yours, and you barely managed to stop yourself from kissing back instantly. No, the scene wanted Mollie to freeze for a moment, which you did, before she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him back just as fiercely. You did that eagerly, and you felt more than you heard Grant groan against your lips.

You brought a hand up from his waist and tugged a little on his hair, that wasn’t in the script, but you didn’t think anyone would yell at you for it, and you were rewarded when Grant flicked his tongue against your lips.

You denied him for half a second before opening your mouth, and as his tongue met yours, you tightened your arm around his neck and used the hand that was around his waist to pull his body impossibly closer to yours. It wasn’t until another ten seconds had gone by that you heard the director calling out cut, and you broke the kiss immediately.

“That was good, guys, that was really good.” Ms. Saunders exclaimed, grinning at the two of you. “Five minute break before we shoot again, just in case! Love the passion though, Grant, __y/n__, really sells the whole 'pining’ thing.” She clapped you both on the shoulder before walking away, and when she was gone, Grant gently grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to a secluded corner.

“Please tell me that you weren’t acting.” He asked, and you shook your head frantically.

“Hell no, I’m not that good of an actress.” You answered immediately, before raising an eyebrow at him. “Were you?”

Grant shook his head, and before you had time to respond, he had leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss. You allowed yourself to kiss him back for only a moment before pulling away, and Grant frowned at you. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, honey, of course not. I just want to wait until we’re filming; makes the on-screen kisses more realistic, you know?” When Grant continued to frown, you pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I’ll kiss you as much as you want when we’re done filming, but Mollie and Peter’s kisses are supposed to gradually move into being nice and easy. Can’t have us instantly knowing how to kiss each other perfectly, can we?”

He nodded reluctantly. “No, we can’t.” Grant brightened after a moment. “Can I come over tonight?”

“Yeah,” You said, nuzzling your nose against his. “Sounds good.”

He grinned. “Awesome. I can finally do this,” His arms wrapped themselves around your waist. “While we watch Superman.”

You smiled back at him when he landed a kiss on your temple. “Have you been wanting to do that for a while?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

You ran a hand through his hair, raising an eyebrow at him playfully. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since you popped up onscreen wearing that Dalton blazer, so believe it or not, I do have some idea.”

Grant looked at you incredulously. “Really? That long?”

You nodded solemnly. “Oh, yeah. I was hooked the first time I heard you talk.”

Grant couldn’t resist, he kissed you briefly before pulling away and speaking. “Same here, actually.”

Before either of you could say anything else, the director was calling you back onto the set, and you reluctantly stepped away from the wall and joined the crew.

You did the scene a couple more times (which was honestly more fun than anything else because you’d been wanting to kiss Grant for years, and then when you had got to know him, you had only wanted to kiss him more), as well as a couple other scenes that involved kissing, before the director decided that was it for the day.

Grant walked you to your car, and after pressing you against the door and giving you a long, lingering kiss that sent warmth curling around your whole body, he made his way to his own car. The second he stepped inside and sat down on the driver’s seat, his phone buzzed with a text.

To: Grant
You're coming over right now, by the way. I know you were already planning on coming over but YOU NEED TO COME OVER RIGHT NOW YOU CAN’T JUST KISS SOMEONE LIKE THAT AND THEN LEAVE
From: Aspiring Actress <3

Grant smiled at his phone before typing out a response and pocketing it once again.

To: Aspiring Actress <3
So, I take it my kissing skills are pretty good then?  :-D  No, but, yeah, I’ll follow you. Suddenly really glad we have tomorrow off.
From: Grant

You didn’t bother responding, but when you pulled up outside your apartment, you climbed out of your car, grabbed Grant’s hand, and dragged him upstairs. You had barely managed to get the door open before you were pushing him against it and kissing him intensely.

“Yes, your kissing skills are very good,” You breathed out, before pulling him with you onto your couch. “But I think with a little more practice they could be even better.”

Grant certainly wasn’t objecting to that.


When Love Bites came out the following October, both your and Grant’s performances were highly praised for your 'undeniable chemistry, intense attraction, and believable love for each other’. Mollie and Peter’s first kiss won the MTV Movie Award for Best Kiss, and Grant’s reward for helping you win that award? More kisses.

All in all, your first movie was a total success, and dating Grant was better than you could have ever possibly imagined.

(Except for the rare occasions where he climbed out of bed and started sleep-tapping; that was a little annoying. But as long as you brought him back to bed and wrapped your arms around him, he would stop and go back to bed, and then when he woke up in the morning, you got to tease him about it until he kissed you to shut you up. Even his annoying qualities didn’t stay annoying for long.)

End. <3

s0mbodybetter  asked:

hey dude I just got finished reading through the bloodswap intros and WOWIE I'M SO IMPRESSED like their characterizations are very well thought out and interwoven and I really love the amount of detail given to each individual uwu I was hoping you could divulge any details of the black scourge incident. (Also as a side note the bloodswap fanart tag link is broken?/not working)

hah thank you! i did get super into it. luckily i never get over AUs so i’m happy to talk a little more about vriska and terezi! That was one aspect of the AU I actually never got around to explaining.

so they grew up as friends and hopped into the pale quadrant because they had each other’s backs in a fight. that seemed like enough qualifications for them, they were a team, and kids, and quadrants are EASY.

then they started fighting and got hormonal and it turned pretty black. Terezi wasn’t bothering to be there for Vriska if she was having issues, which were tbh plentiful, and sometimes just pushed her the wrong direction on so that she’d be a little more ruthless when she grew up. terezi was pretty into the idea of having a lot of control in what she imagined as vriska’s future empire, and vriska would get mad about being used and terezi not paying her proper attention and then they’d just needle each other in general.

So they had a Big Showdown where all tensions came to a head and they broke up and subsequently had it out. Vriska lost her left fin and Terezi, nearly all her vision. (I made up how at one point but tbh i’ve forgotten.) Maybe they would have made out, maybe they would have killed each other, but Kanaya blundered in and scolded them about it a bunch and it got weird and they stopped fighting. it was especially weird because kanaya almost never comes over without asking, she likes to pretend she doesn’t need friends. but then they realized they had drifted to like. right outside her house and were being loud. it wasn’t that weird.

anyways, for the moment they retreated to lick their wounds and acted like they’d never talk to each other again, but ended up hanging out later and eventually making out. they were awkwardly vacillating for all of two weird weeks, kind of without agreement, until kanaya found out and meddled a lot. more or less she argued that how were they supposed to rule a kingdom while they were busy fighting each other black, and she detailed how everyone else could fuck them up while they were busy being at each other’s necks. they agreed to a matespritship, and stuck to it RELATIVELY faithfully, with some significant arguments, until ascension. kanaya denies she auspisticed for them, because they are flush, you can’t DO that, and she’s too proper to fuck up her quadrants, but she totally did and everyone knows. karkat was jealous but that’s ok it’s fine.

terezi and vriska lived apart for a couple sweeps after ascension while vriska was in hiding and it did wonders for them to be apart and also to have a lot of other enemies against them who weren’t kids. they work better as a team when they’re not bored enough to turn on each other.

and that’s about it! basically: terezi and vriska are really into each other but vacillate a lot. that’s the story. they pick flush for mainly political reasons, and eventually because terezi takes nepeta as a kismesis, but lets be real they could rock it either way if they wanted to.


Requested by: squishmisha
Prompt: Teacher!Dean who teaches kindergarten meeting his fave kid’s dad,  and WOAH Mr. Novak is hot ~uwu~ (bonus: normally suave, well-spoken Dean becoming a bumbling mess due to Cas’s face)


Of all the things Dean Winchester imagined doing with his life, being a kindergarten teacher was not one of them.

Not to say that he didn’t absolutely love the job. He couldn’t imagine doing anything else, now that he thought about it. It was strangely fulfilling, to watch all these young kids who loved learning, who weren’t yet bothered with the problems of the world, to see their faces light up when they finally understood something. It’s almost like magic, he’d think to himself every day, after the kids would leave.

Dean was lucky to find himself in such an accepting staff. In a profession dominated by women, he was nervous as hell to be working around so many of them, at least at first. It took a while for Dean to warm up to the other teachers. Once Dean came out to them as bisexual, they had replied in a chorus of finally’s and well duh’s.  

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