anonymous asked:

yooooo, how about a terushima scenario?? It's a hot day, and his cute, oblivious gf is walking around their shared apartment with da booty shorts ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and he's like oh my god can you not but also can you wear these more often (maybe slightly nsfw....winkwonk) I love your blog, you're super great!!

Back from the death once again! I hope life’s been treating you well guys! I’ve missed you! 😞 I’m still getting getting ready for college and still sucks.

I loved this request as soon as I read it, so thanks a lot nonnie-chan😗❤ and I really like how this turned out so I'm​ crossing my fingers so you’ll like it🙏 It’s not exactly what you requested but the idea took over my fingers. Also this is the first time I get frisky per se, so… I don’t even know if this could be called NSFW, I’d say it’s more like suggestive I think? So yeah, this is the most NSFW I’ll get cause I don’t feel ready to write good NSFW. Enough rambling, here’s the request! ❤

All the windows are open, a jar of cold lemonade is being engulfed by his thirsty mouth, the air conditioning is at its max, but the whole house still feels like a fucking sauna. There sits Terushima, all limbs spread open, his butt on the floor and his bare back resting against the wall. The small expansion of the little balcony isn’t enough to fit his whole legs so his feet are hanging a little out from the border of the floor, but that is the lesser of his worries.

“Agh!! I hate summer!!” If only you had listened to him at the beginning of December, when he wanted to save all the money for presents and new clothes for Christmas parties and invest it in the both of you. Right now you could be chilling far away from the heat of the Sahara in a cool and fresh place. You wouldn’t be in Aspen, but a little cozy cabin in the outskirts of Mt. Fuji wasn’t so out of the picture. “I didn’t want a happy little Christmas!!,” He roars bitterly as he feels the sweat running through his already sticky neck.

“Shut it Grinch!,” Your voice comes from your shared bedroom, your steps going around apparently searching for something. “You better don’t be half naked again!,” You chide. “Mrs. Nakano already shoots me daggers whenever she sees me, I don’t need her scolding me for being a couple of degenerates.”

The boy licks his lips searching for some form of refreshment, “As if, what that woman wants is to get into my pants,” he mutters only for his ears to listen. “I’m serious Yuuji! Last time you decided to walk around only on sweatpants she lectured me during fifteen minutes!!”

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, I’m not only in sweatpants!” “I’m only wearing boxers.” He says mockingly. Your hurried steps come from the hallway and you’re behind him in two seconds. “You didn’t seem to mind me walking around in my boxers two night’s ago,” he teases as he turns his head to meet you. “But if it bothers you that much I can always just walk around wearing nothing at all.”

Your hands are at your hips and you’re giving him the scolding look and oh. You’re wearing those shorts. Damn. His eyes go from playful to completely predatory in .5 milliseconds, and suddenly he isn’t feeling that dizzy because of the heat. All he can do is stare at the tiny shorts and how they expose all the gorgeousness​ of your legs. “Well hello, love.” He greets you and he almost purrs, the light in his eyes flickers and his stare alone is enough to send a shiver through your spine. You really don’t want your neighbor nagging you again but it gets difficult to follow your train of thought when your boyfriend licks his lips and the tip of his piercing is saluting you with evil intent “Don’t even think about it, Yuuji.”

“I didn’t. Why must you always think the worst of me? It breaks my heart.” He says with feigned innocence.

“Because you are the worst. Now get up from there and put some clothes on.” You take your leave and your boyfriend’s right beside you before you can even take a step. His hands are at your hips and his arms pulls you against his chest with a strong movement. His skin is burning hot and your nose easily welcomes his musky essence.

He lowers his head to suck a patch on your neck and you need to brace your arms around his neck. Swift and teasingly his fingers start to dance against the skin peeking out from your shorts. “How about we give Mrs. Nakano a good show?”

SO I work in a school and just had this vision of Bitty becoming a middle school guidance counselor completely by accident.  

  • Bitty heard that the local middle school was looking for a new home ec teacher
  • Jack encouraged him to go for it - after all, he did teach many a hapless hockey bro how to feed themself after graduation.
  • He didn’t have any more solid plans than that anyway, so he sent in his application, along with links to a few of his “I teach ____ to make _____” videos.  (His personal favorite is where he showed all three frogs how to bake a birthday cake for Farmer.)
  • For reasons he can not understand, the school wants to have him in for an interview
  • He shows up armed with a bribery/test pie, all ready to talk about simple cooking and how he could teach a feral dog how to make itself an omelette.
  • Instead, he walks into the conference room to find the teacher who was supposed to be interviewing him mid-nervous breakdown.  
  • She has so much grading to do, she just found out that because of budget cuts, her classes are going to be even bigger next year, and on top of it all, she got in a fight with her boyfriend because she never has time for him.
  • Bitty briefly wonders what the fuck he’s doing getting involved in public education.
  • But because he’s a good person, he just hears her out and sets a piece of pie in front of her, and offers a hug, only if it’ll help.
  • He thinks he might have a bruised rib.
  • After she gets it together, their time is almost up, but she asks him a few questions, jots some notes (”delicious pie!” “so nice!!!” “ADORABLE” “good hugs”) and says goodbye.
  • Bitty goes home and tells Jack about the interview and then says he probably didn’t get it because she hardly got any real information about him and she’s probably so embarrassed she wouldn’t want to work with him anyway.
  • Jack strongly disagrees.
  • They are both still wrong.
  • One of the last minute budget cuts was the home ec position, but the woman who interviewed him recommended he be brought on for the guidance opening since he gave her such good advice and made her feel a million times better.
  • Bitty almost turns down the offer because he doesn’t think he’d be any good at it.  He was such a lousy student himself and still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life - how could he possibly help kids figure that out? 
  • Jack argues that Bitty is great at helping people figure out what they want because he’s not a great student.  It makes him more open to different paths and gives him a way to relate to kids that are struggling.
  • In the end, he accepts because he has no other plans and figures if he’s so terrible at it, they won’t renew his contract anyway and he’ll just go back to square one.
  • By Christmas break, he’s invested wholeheartedly and never wants to leave.
A Very Merry Poe-mas

Merry Christmas @wolfspirit103! It is I, your Secret Santa, and here is your Christmas Present! Hope you like it! 


Or, HG and Annabel are in love with Christmas decorations, Edgar and Lenore have their doubts

“Since when did Edgar become so invested in Christmas decorations?” Lenore grumbled, stacking boxes on top of each other and passing them to Annabel. “I’ve never seen these boxes in my life.”

“I don’t know,” Annabel put the boxes on the attic floor and took the next pile from her friend. “But he’s just left with HG to go to the market.”

“The market?” Lenore’s forehead crumpled in confusion. “I doubt Edgar knows where the market is. What does he need from the market?”

“He wouldn’t tell me, he said it was a secret.” Annabel couldn’t hide her smile. “Isn’t it just wonderful?!”

“We don’t even know what it is yet.” Lenore opened one of the boxes and peered in. “It’s literally just a ton of coloured tin and glass balls.”

She picked up a green tin snowflake and inspected it cautiously before passing it to Annabel so she could take a look at the curious little ornament for herself.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she sighed.

“You’d say that if I passed you one of Edgar’s mangled ravens.” Lenore rolled her eyes and picked up the boxes again. “Come on, let’s get these downstairs before the others come back. I want to know what’s going on.”

“Lenore! Annabel! We’re- oh, you’re already here-“ Edgar poked his head into the study, where both lady ghosts were unpacking the abundance of glass ornaments and laying them out along the bookshelves. Edgar’s study had been transformed into a bizarre Christmassy shrine.

Annabel beamed at Edgar, Lenore had expertly draped her with fine tinsel and she stood in the centre of the room, trying her hardest to balance the silver garlands on her head and shoulders.

“Where’s HG?” Lenore asked, helping Annabel out of her spangled accessories.

“Right here-” A voice called from the hallway and HG’s face appeared next to Edgar’s. “If I could just get some help with the tree-”

“The tree?” Lenore asked, walking into the corridor to see for herself.

“Uh, yes. They’re extremely popular back in Great Britain, you see, well, in fact, the tradition originated in Germany many many years ago but-”

Annabel followed Lenore into the hallway where both were stopped in their tracks at the sight of a magnificent fir tree laying on its side in Edgar’s front porch.

“What the actual heck…” Lenore breathed. “Edgar, this tree is taller than you!”

“This was all HG’s idea.” Edgar protested. “My intention was simply to buy a roasted nut loaf.”


“For Christmas Day,” He added. “Annabel doesn’t eat meat.”

“I don’t!” Annabel supplied cheerfully. “I think that the tree is a great idea!”

“That’s what these decorations are for.” Edgar swept the glass ornaments off of his precious bookshelves and back into their boxes. “HG has been making them for weeks.”

“You made these?” Lenore asked incredulously. “Seriously?”

HG nodded and continued his hauling of the tree through the hallway, he was quickly joined by the others who helped him drag the snow-coated tree into the corner of the study.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lenore asked, watching HG balance atop a ladder, fiddling with several wires. She was feeding one of the wires into a hole in the wall and using her other  hand to keep the ladder stable. “The tree looks great, honestly. That’s all we need to do - Annabel is trying to persuade Edgar to help her make popcorn garlands.”

“I want to make it perfect…” He muttered, tentatively connecting one wire to another.

Lenore sighed and sat on the bottommost step of the ladder, spreading her skirts out. She looked up at HG, who was wearing his trademark half-smile, with his goggles balanced precariously on his head.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt…” She said dejectedly.

“Lenore,” HG suddenly spoke softly, and he made his way down the ladder, taking her hand and leading her to a seat. He looked at her for a minute, his face more solemn than Lenore had ever seen it before. “I am already dead.”

There was a silence - and for a moment, HG worried that he had attempted to make a joke and failed miserably, instead offending Lenore - but then a massive grin spread across her face and she burst out laughing.

“Did you just use one of my own catchphrases against me?” She asked between her laughter.

“I– Well, I suppose I did,” He smiled.

“Fine, we can string lights up - but only if I can turn them on.”

“Edgar, are you okay?” Annabel asked. “Do you need some help?”

“I’m completely capable of doing it myself.” Edgar said obstinately, pricking himself with a needle and cursing under his breath. “How do you get these things to go through?”

“You’re just trying to hard,” Annabel took his hands and guided the needle through the popcorn easily. “See? Simple.”

Edgar grumbled to himself as Annabel returned to her own garland, which was ten times the size of Edgar’s pitiful attempt.

Edgar looked at Annabel after they had been silently threading for two minutes. A smile played across her face as she added more and more popped corn from HG’s contraption onto the string. Edgar watched her fingers dart around each piece with a fluidity he never imagined she could posses. He would have to add that to his list of Annabel’s talents.

482. Expert Popcorn Garland Creator

Annabel glanced up from her crafting and smiled at Edgar.

“Is this not really your kind of activity?”

“Not really, no.” Edgar said, relieved he had been asked a straight question instead of having to spin out a lie.

“Perhaps you could write something Christmassy?”

“That’s not really my style.”

Annabel shrugged, holding up her garland and taking a quick look at Edgar’s.

“Perfect! They’re just the right length!”

They weren’t. But saying otherwise would have been incredibly rude of Annabel.

“I don’t suppose we could find the others? I think HG wants us to take a photograph.”

“Is he still harping on about his caméra? We get that it works! He doesn’t need to keep-”

“A picture of us, Edgar. Of all four of us. I think he wants to send one to Oscar, and to Ernest also.”

“Ugh, really?”

“And according to Lenore, people are saying that Mary Ann has been brought back, along with Agatha.”

Edgar groaned, picturing the amount of time and effort taking the photographs would take, Edgar was a busy man! He had writing to perfect!


But how could he say no to Annabel?

“Edgar, you are literally stood right in front of me-”

“No, you’re stood right behind me!”

“It’s the same thing! Can you move?”

“I bought the tree, I should be the one in the middle.”

“Yeah, but I put up with you wanting to put a raven on the top, so I should be in the middle.”

“Well no, with that logic, all three of you would have to be in the middle and that’s just ridic-”

Annabel and HG watched their two friends bicker over the positions they would stand in for their Christmas photograph for a full twelve minutes until Annabel interjected.

“Maybe nobody should be in the middle,, Edgar and I will go on one side of the tree, Lenore and HG can go on the other!”

After a grumble from both original residents of Edgar’s home, they shuffled into position as HG prepared his camera.

“On the count of six point five…” HG ran into position next to Lenore and awkwardly pushed an intruding tree branch out of his face before his camera flashed.

“Merry Christmas,” He looked at the Lenore happily after the photograph was taken successfully and kissed her on the forehead.

“Merry Christmas, HG.”

amari-skies  asked:

kagakuro for the christmas ship meme!!

That was fast! XD


  • Who starts putting up decorations in October?
    Nobody, but Kagami’s dad sends him a giant box of Christmas stuff from their place in LA at the beginning of December, because he figures Taiga would miss the typical American holiday hubbub. Which is totally true, but urgh I’m not a kid anymore dad, geez! *immediately snatches up box and starts digging through it*

    When Kuroko stops by later that day, he finds Kagami on the floor surrounded by a mountain of packing peanuts, tinsel garlands, fairy lights, a bedraggled artificial pine tree, horribly garish Christmas stockings, American spice mixes for cookies and punch (nonalcoholic, of course), several menacing nutcrackers, and a freaking Santa Claus bathmat that Kagami is sure they’ve never actually owned, oh god dad stop.

  • Who buys the advent calendars?
    I’m not sure these are readily available in Japan (?) but Kagami totally got a huge one from Alex because that’s another person who won’t stop treating him like a kid, geez (*stuffs calendar behind the couch and walks away red-eared and muttering*) and when Kuroko finds out, he’s completely taken with the idea and insists on detouring to Kagami’s house every morning so they can open it together.

    Kagami ends up splitting the chocolates with him because even though Kuroko would never ask, he’s doing the stupid sparkly thing with his face and Kagami has never seen anyone so taken with a freaking box of Christmas-themed candy before. 

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Nash Grier Imagine??? For Odd Anon

Sidenote~ I had a hard time with this one haha, I had to make it in 1st person.

Request: Being Nash’s grandma…  

I was here at my grandson’s silly little event. It was apparently called ‘Magcon’

I did my research with the pesky internet and found out that it stood for

Meet and Greet Convention

How clever are they! I step into the nicely furnished hotel admiring all of its’ beauty. Then noticing, all of these young teenage girls all here for my grandson and his friends. I remember my younger years of the obsessions, I had.

All I heard was screaming and shouting; dear lord. I covered my ears from all of the noise. I felt as if I were to lose an ear drum. I am quite satisfied of the success with my grandson. I never myself have got into social networking, as how it doesn’t much amuse me.

I then finally notice to spot my grandson in the distance of the lovely room; it was Hayes.

“Hayes, my beautiful beloved grandson. How are you? Do you have a girlfriend? How did you get so tall! Pull up your pants.” I begin to say. He rudely then interrupted me. “I’m good grandma.” He begins to chuckle pulling up his pants.

“These nettlesome little girls of yours are just a bundle of joy, aren’t they!” I say sarcastically. “Yeah, they’re great.” Hayes smiles as he hugs me. He very much did so hug me tightly. “Oh, boy! Don’t break me now.” I say. I am quite fragile, and breakable. If anything I would probably have a seizure of all these girls making me feel claustrophobic. “Follow me grandma.” My dear young grandson says to me bringing me to the front of the room. I spot young men on their childish little red carpets as they take pictures with their fans.

“I’ll tell Nash you’re here.” My grandson tells me. I warmly smile to him fixing my white hair.

“Hi!” someone said SCREECHIN into my delicate ear. “Dear heavens!” I nearly shout. It was a complete stranger that I didn’t know of. “Can I help you dear?” I say again. The young lady looked at me as if I were some sort of creature on a different planet.

I fix my glasses as I look back at her. “Are you Nash and Hayes’ grandmother?” she says aloud. “Why yes.” I say putting my hand on my chest. I was touched! I was honored to be known such specially by young viewers of my grandsons. “Can I please have a picture with you?” she asks, and may I say very politely. “Why sure ladie.” I say smiling.

“Thank you!” the youngster says running off. I wave my hand back to her. “So long.”

“GRANDMA!” I then heard. I covered my ear almost immediately. I knew it was Nash. “Ah, boy. You need to get your grandmother a hearing aid!” I say to him slapping him on the back. “Sorry grandma, it’s just so loud in here!” he says shouting. “I can hear you perfectly fine! Stop the yelling.” I scream back.

He smiles making me flustered. I touch his soft skin admiring the beauty in him. Oh such soft skin—–I remember in my old days, I used to have soft skins as such. Thank the heavens for the soft skin of my grandsons! It is such a blessing to pass it down.

I continue touching his cheeks as he smiles again playing with his bushy hair. “When are you getting a haircut, boy?” I ask. He rolls his eyes to me as I gasp in shock. “When did your eyes get so blue!!!” I say in shock.

“They’re so blue, my heavens! Your father he has too. The familiar very blue eyes too you know. What a blessing it is, really. Oh your blue eyes.”

“Okay, grandma, stop talking in Shakespeare. My friend wants to say hello.” He says letting his arm out for me. I gladly take it as I feel his muscles from his white shirt. “Nash, have you been working out?” I ask curiously.

“Grandma, you ask a lot of questions.” I hear Hayes beside me.

We continue walking on the small red carpet as I respond snappily to him. “Well, none of you little rascals tell much anymore! It’s my job to know what is going on with my grandson’s lives. Now say boy, do my handsome young boys have any girls of their own?”

They both groan ‘no’ in sync as we end up at a table.

“Grandma, this is my friend Shawn.” Nash says. “Hello, Mrs. Grier! It’s an honor to meet you!” he says holding onto my shoulder.

“Me? An honor. Please boy. All I do is knit and try to work a computer.” I laugh at my own joke. That Shawn boy has the straightest of all teeth. His jaw line was very magnificent as well. The structure of his face was just thoroughly incredible! They were quite lovely. If I were at my young age, I would’ve took that Shawn to a liking! Maybe take a bit of him for supper. omg. “All of these young boys are so handsome!” I say aloud.

I seek the young man look down to the ground. “Am I able to get a picture with you, grandma Grier.” The young boy Shawn says. “Of course, son.” I say as he closely wraps his arm around my shoulder. I inhale his cologne, it was mm so delicious. Only if my grandson’s had some delicious smelling cologne.

I will have to make an investment for Christmas, then.

He then let’s go suddenly. “Did it take it?” I ask confused. He smiles and nods his head. “Why did I not see a flash?” I ask again. “It didn’t have flash on.” Hayes responds. “Your generation can do that now I see.” I say disappointed in my silly self. “Grandma, you’re a pro at tech stuff.” Hayes laughs.

“English boy!” I say slightly slapping him in the arm. Nash then appears again. “Oh what my handsome grandson. Your growing up so fast! I’m aging, oh the lords. Bless us all.” I say.

I then feel dizzy and heavy in the head. “Dears, I will be taking a quick snoozie up in the room upstairs.” I say pointing up. “Grandma, it’s 4 pm.” Hayes says showing me his cellular device. “No Hayes, my dear. Do not show me your miniature computer. I will relax in peace.” I say slightly complaining going for the door.

“Bye Grandma Grier!” I hear from behind me.

“Huh! Who said that.” I turn around. I swear the whole room just said it to me. My mind must have been going crazy; I am too old with this shit.

 I am done. This Imagine.

Is such a joke, I can’t. 

I hope I entertained you guys.