quirk it out


Isak’s startled little huff in reaction to Even surprising him.

I just realized the McElroys Encompass the three types of DnD players - 

Travis - the guy who puts a lot of thought and work into his character, Tragic in-depth backstory, every personality trait and quirk is carefully thought out.  All of his character supports his race/class/ etc.

Clint - the “Filler” character.  Create a character specifically to fill a vacancy or need in the party in order to make it more balanced.  May write a bit of a backstory and does take their character seriously but for the most part their entire character was created for practical purposes.  

Justin - This is my character Taako, he’s a wizard and he’s gay… he steals things. 

How People Watching Improves Your Writing

Sensory detail. 

When I was fourteen or fifteen, I liked to draw. I’d look up internet tutorials on how to draw the human figure, and nearly all of them suggested going outside and sketching anyone who goes by. Not only was this relaxing, but I noticed my art style become more realistic over time. I think we can apply similar concepts as writers to improve sensory description. 

How to practice: Try writing down specific details about the people you see. How is their walking gait? What does their voice sound like? What quirks about them stand out as you observe them? Write down descriptions using all of the senses (except maybe taste) and, over time, you’ll notice your words become more lively.


You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to benefit from observation skills. Writing stories is all about noticing connections and seeing the extraordinary in ordinary life. People watching can boost your ability to notice little details and recognize them as important, and it can help you sense patterns more easily.

How to practice: In this case, remember once again that you are not Sherlock Holmes. Don’t assume that you know a person’s life story based on what socks they’re wearing (and definitely don’t try making such assumptions with friends or family). 

Try to take in people who pass by and the small, unique details about them. Notice how they’re interacting with other people and the world around them. Think about why that might be and write down any thoughts or connections that interest you.


Writing first drafts can paralyze anyone. We all know that getting the words out is the first, most important step, but that can feel like torture sometimes. If you’re a hesitant writer, freewriting can help you feel less self-conscious when writing and jot down thoughts or impressions as they come. Other exercises can help you with editing later on, but you can’t get there unless you freewrite.

How to practice: Write down anything that strikes you without worrying whether it’s important or you’ll use it later. I like to focus on one person per minute and during that time, write anything that I find interesting. Once the sixty seconds are up, I move onto another person and continue that cycle as long as I want to keep going. With time, you’ll get faster and may notice that words come more easily.


In the book Stargirl, one of my favorite parts is when Stargirl and Leo go to the park and play a game where they make up stories about the strangers they pass. As they connect together little observations, they create vivid backstories that may not necessarily be true, but that’s not the point. What matters is stretching their minds.

How to practice: Play this game for yourself. Pick a person at random and, piecing together little details you notice about them, give them a backstory. What are they doing, and where are they going (both right now and in the long-term)? Why are they hurrying so quickly to wherever they’re going or walking almost aimlessly along? Don’t worry about getting it “right” so much as creating an interesting story for this person.


Developing empathy as a writer is so important, though not often talked about. If you can put yourself in the shoes of another person and consider what complexities, challenges, and little joys life holds for them, you will create emotionally powerful pieces. People watching helps train your eye to notice those around you more and remember that yours is not the only voice in the world.

How to practice: Remember the definition of the word “sonder:” the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. Look for those complexities. Notice relationships. Notice facial expressions and emotions. Don’t just look at them but see them, and write down what strikes you about them.


quiet night

theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well 

I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore

I kinda want it back


One of the few people Poirot would trust his meticulously clean and tidy apartment with

anonymous asked:

ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)

yes y e s  of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:



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anonymous asked:

When did Ravenclaw become the 'accepting' house? They're pretty mean to Luna in the books. Hufflepuff I think is the more accepting house and Ravenclaw has become that way through fandom.

You make a good point

I’d say hufflepuff is accepting in the sense that everybody should be treated fairly. They don’t approve of bias and believe everyone deserves a fair chance and should be treated respectfully

Ravenclaws are accepting based on individuality. They thrive in being different and value the weird quirks that make people stand out. Like pottermore says, “We aren’t put off by people who march to a different tune; on the contrary, we value them!”

But you make a good point with Luna. To me this comes down to bravery. It’s all very well to preach about acceptance but when it comes down to it it’s bloody difficult to stand up in front of people and forge your own path, that’s why bullying so often goes unmentioned because going against the grain is scary, even to ravenclaws who value their individuality. That’s probably why Luna finds most solace with gryffindors because they’re less likely to cop out of something they’re scared of. Having said that both Ron and Hermione were awful to Luna at various points so gryffindors aren’t all faultless

Despite this, I think the ravenclaws mostly still tried to be accepting of Luna. She is incredibly eccentric and we really don’t get to see her interact with the other ravenclaws. Yes, we know they played pranks on her occasionally but ultimately we don’t know much about life in ravenclaw tower. I think it’s likely most people were cordial to her but she didn’t have any close friends

All of the houses have overlapping traits, both hufflepuffs and slytherins are loyal to their friends, gryffindors and ravenclaws both want to make a difference, hufflepuffs and ravenclaws both try to be accepting. Sure they don’t always succeed but the intent is there

pokemontrainerlars  asked:

I just wanted to say that you are doing an excellent job and I'm really enjoying this blog!, also how would yoosung, seven and zen handle a shy and quiet MC?

that’s really sweet of you to say, thanks a lot! ♥ boy do I know the struggles of being shy lol and I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you like it! ^^

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  • everything’s so awkward. 
  • so damn awkward.
  • rambles a lot in the beginning to fill awkward silences and gets flustered every two seconds. 
  • and the truth is, while he’s not quiet at all, he is a bit shy himself.
  • that makes every. single. one. of your interactions an odd mix of cute and uncomfortable.
  • but that’s not okay!! is it?
  • gets frustrated and discouraged because you’re not exactly an open book and he can’t figure out what’s going on in your head.
  • this is an internal struggle, though.
  • as he’s nothing but kind and affectionate to you.
  • then eventually realizes that you both share a more subtle connection
  • and that getting to know you takes time and patience.
  • and that you do have things in common.
  • he was just overthinking oh okay nice.
  • overall absolute sweetheart, adores discovering new ways to connect with you.
  • and feels as if your quiet demeanor had a calming effect on him.
  • if he’s too tired or sad and doesn’t feel like talking, he can just lay next to you in silence, maybe hold your hand if that’s okay with you, and feel all better again.


  • mistakes your shyness for indifference.
  • aw but you seemed a tad more relaxed in the chatroom…
  • and he liked you a lot! talking to you was always a pleasure!
  • but now that you’re face to face, you’re barely speaking?
  • wonders if he’s done something wrong or if you’re just not interested in him anymore.
  • internal screeching.
  • literally has to bite his tongue because he wants to ask a million questions, but he thinks he’ll end up pestering you if he does.
  • internal screeching part 2.
  • bUT he’s still a gentleman
  • and he still finds you the most precious thing alive.
  • maybe he needs to be a little more patient?
  • as you slowly start opening up, he confirms his theory.
  • and regrets being so thirsty and aggressive when you joined RFA oh god.
  • so you were just shy! that explains so much.
  • LOVES it when you get all cute and flustered.
  • but never forces you to talk or do anything that could upset you.
  • control the Beast, zen.
  • protective boy will also punch anyone who dares make fun of you. 


  • his first attempts to approach you consist of jokes.
  • awful jokes.
  • but trying to get to know you can be hARD and disheartening.
  • on the other hand, though, he’s curious.
  • because??? behind his outgoing and bizarre facade there’s someone much more broken and serious???
  • are you hiding in your shell as well, MC?
  • as time goes by, he starts picking up on your little quirks and habits.
  • turns out you’re even cuter than he thought.
  • can you please stop? you’re killing the man.
  • considers making you laugh a complete success, and your sweet giggles cleanse his ears and his soul.
  • starts teasing you once you seem to be more comfortable around him
  • and enjoys it a lot.
  • believes you can balance each other out and be real with one another
  • like there’s no need to be happy-go-lucky god seven 24/7? you help him tone down his act and he’s thankful for that.
  • treasures all of the moments you share together, especially those where you open up a little more to him.
  • during his route: being cruel to you and pushing you away, although easier, is fucking torture.
Part Eight // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Series (collab with @sarcasticallystilinski): Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven -

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral (female on male), Fingering, and Swearing.

Word Count: 2,908

A/N: Well, guys this is it. I know I can speak on behalf of my partner in crime throughout all of this and myself that we are so happy with how much everyone seemed to like this story. We love it so much and to see people actually love it too is amazing. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this finale (also if you haven’t followed @sarcasticallystilinski yet you really should because she’s fucking awesome)!


It was as if the entire world stopped moving around, except for the floor that suddenly shook and fell beneath her feet the moment her eyes landed on his. The same warm honey colored ones, with also a hint of curiosity in them, that never ceased to take her breath away. Stiles stared at her with confusion on his face at her sudden appearance on his doorstep, his heart now beating faster with her here.

All of the thoughts and words she once had planned to confess to him immediately flushed away from her mind and all Katalina could do was gaze in awe at him. The boy who she missed so dearly and wanted back in her life more than anything. The boy who had her completely wrapped around his finger.

“Katalina?” Stiles repeated to the completely still girl with wide eyes as he snapped his fingers in front of her face, hoping to somehow bring her back to the real world. “Hello?”

The snapping seemed to work because the second he did, her mind seemed to function again and she slightly jumped back to life. Shaking her head, Katalina nervously tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“I-I had a whole speech planned. B-But then I saw you again and I-I lost every train of thought I’ve ever had.” She confessed and Stiles’ eyebrows quirked in response.

“I guess I still have lingering effect on you, huh?” He chuckled light-heartedly, scratching the back of his neck.

The comment was just a small and simple remark to make the tension between them a little less awkward but Katalina took it more seriously than Stiles expected.

“Of course you still have an effect on me.” She stated and the pace of his heartbeat increased considerably. “Because sure I can delete your number on my phone and unfriend you on Facebook to try to forget you or even erase photos of us. But, what the hell do I do about your husky voice still ringing in my ears? Or the feeling of your igniting touch lingering on my skin? Tell me, what do I do about all of the memories we share together and the burning image of your breath-taking smile I see every damn time I close my eyes?”

Stiles’ eyes were wide at how much he didn’t expect Katalina’s words. He knew that at one point she loved him but he had no idea that, even after everything, she still loved him with such passion and fire. It made his heart feel warm and a sense of peace he hasn’t felt in years.

“T-That was amazing for someone who forgot their speech.” Stiles stuttered, not knowing how to respond in a non-sarcastic way. “You should really get into improv.”

Katalina let out a sudden laugh and the beautiful sound was music to Stiles’ ears as it mended his broken heart back together. And the gorgeous smile on his face was what put her back together as well. All of the ice that was in both of their wounded hearts was being repaired with warmth which melted away all of the cold.

“Huh, I guess I should.” Katalina giggled.

“I missed the sound of your laugh.” Stiles smiled and a heated blush crept up her cheeks at the confession.

“I missed you.” Katalina pushed loose hair behind her ear and Stiles couldn’t hide the way he swooned.

“You did?”

“How could I not? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” She grinned, quoting his own words from the letter he wrote to her.

Stiles’ heart stopped when she did and there isn’t a single doubt in him that his soul is connected to hers and that he only belonged to the beautiful girl standing at his doorstep.

“So, I take it that you read my letter?” Stiles smiled with a blush and Katalina nodded, smiling back at him without second thought.

“I definitely did. And it’s funny because ever since I finished it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She stated. “Which actually made me wonder just how long you’ve been on mind.

"And then it occured to me: Stiles, ever since I met you,” Katalina continued. “You’ve never left.”

The boy whose heart was destroyed and ruined beyond repair felt it come back to life along with the girl whose heart was once mangled and weighing heavily beneath her ribs. The words and confessions they shared with each other took out those shattered hearts, stitched them back up and returned them whole.

“I love you, Stiles Stilinski.” Katalina said the words he has been dying to hear for the longest time. “Always have, always will.”

“If you really think that I’m going to just run back into your arms after everything that happened,” Stiles began to say and Katalina’s face immediately fell, knowing that it couldn’t possibly end well. But, Stiles suddenly placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face to look back up at him. His eyes were warm and he had a soft smile on as he placed his hand against her cheek. “Then, you’re absolutely right.”

Neither one of them needed to say anything else to know that all of the tension, the anger, the hurt and awkwardness between them left both of their bodies to never again return. The two gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes before Stiles glanced down at her lips and Katalina’s breath hitched in her throat at the knowledge of what was about to come. Butterflies made their way into her stomach as Stiles closed his eyes and leaned in closer to her. She shut her own eyes in preparation and a feeling of happiness sparked in her heart the second his soft lips touched hers.

The kiss was calm and smooth, both desperately wanting to show their passion through slow movements. Stiles’ and Katalina’s lips meshed together in an addictive pace, both groaning when they needed to breathe.

“I love you, too.” Stiles breathed, his forehead resting on hers. “And I have to say, you look absolutely beautiful with that sweater on.”

“I had a feeling you’d like it.” She smirked.

“Did you now?”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you like it better if it wasn’t on me anymore?” Katalina grinned, feeling a need to be closer to him than just by their lips touching. “Is your dad home?”

“No.” He smiled. “He’s working the whole night shift.”

“Really?” Katalina smiled back.

“Really. Do you want to come in?” Stiles asked and the young girl felt no need to hold back her smirk.

In a matter of seconds, their mouths crashed together again and this time the kiss was hard and desperate. Stiles, suddenly, pulled her into his house and she let out a laugh at the unexpected move. Once they were both inside, he slammed the door shut  and pulled her lips back on his. He didn’t even wait before lowering his hand from her cheek and placing both of them on her ass.

“Jump.” Stiles commanded with a husky voice and Katalina shivered at just how sexy he was.

She followed his directions and thrusted herself up into his arms, letting out a small yelp when Stiles squeezed her ass. However, she took this opportunity of accidentally breaking their kiss to grab the hem of his lacrosse sweatshirt she was wearing and pull it off her body. Katalina couldn’t find a worry in her bones as she threw it on the floor and Stiles turned them around to walk up the stairs. Their lips were back together and Stiles successfully managed to climb the staircase with Katalina tight in his arms. With every step he took, both teenagers became more and more excited to be joined together again after everything terrible that happened.

Careful not to drop her, one of Stiles’ hands let go of her to open his bedroom door. After they were inside, without breaking their kiss, he put his hand back and closed the door shut with his foot. Katalina’s body bounced on the mattress the second he dropped her on the bed and, with lust rushing in the both of them, Stiles reached behind his back to gab his shirt and yank it off of him. A jolt of desire sparked inside of him at the sight of Katalina biting down on her lip and pulling of the shorts she was wearing. Both pieces of clothing fell on the ground at the same time and Stiles excitedly dropped his sweatpants. His eyebrows quirked when he stepped out of the pants and just as he was about to remove his boxers, Katalina scooched to the edge of the bed and swatted his hands away.

The sight of his bulge straining against his blue underwear and a little wet from his increasing amount of precum was what made Katalina jump into action, completely turned on from how much he was. Stiles’ body shuddered when she lightly played with the dark hair above his briefs before snapping the hem of his boxers against his hips. She pulled it down his legs and audibly moaned when his erection appeared in front of her which made Stiles moan in response.

“You don’t have to-” He began to suggest even though lust was clouding his mind and thoughts.

“Oh, Stiles, I want to.” Katalina interrupted as she wrapped her dominant hand around his base and the other grasped his thigh for stability.

She licked her lips in excitement and Stiles felt as if he would melt from how hot the girl he loved was. The second her warm and wet mouth wrapped around his swollen tip, Stiles couldn’t hold back the animalistic groan that came from deep within him. That exact sound, however, made the amount of wetness already pooling in Katalina’s panties to grow even more. Stiles’ hands made their way into her hair as she gently sucked his head, swirling her tongue on his slit and collecting the salty precum.

“Fuck, Kat.” He moaned, massaging her scalp and making her moan in response. Stiles, suddenly, bucking his hips at the vibration. “That feels so good.”

Katalina removed her hand from his base and placed it on his thigh. Stiles’ eyes rolled to the back of his head and he twitched immediately the second she took all of him in, his tip touching the back of her throat.

Stiles’ grip on her tightened when he couldn’t hold back anymore and thrusted into her mouth, which to be honest, Katalina didn’t even mind. She loves the way his face contorts in complete pleasure and, even though tears are now watering in her eyes at how intense this was, Katalina’s enjoying it just as much as he is.

“O-Okay, stop stop stop.” Stiles groaned, pulling her off of him.

Her lips detached from Stiles’ shaft, a small string of spit taking her place, and she pouted at the sudden loss of contact. Stiles was breathing heavily as he reluctantly opened his eyes and let go of Katalina’s hair. He looked at her and never has she looked more beautiful. Her lips were red and swollen, but her eyes were sparkling up at him.

“I don’t want to cum unless it’s in you.”

“Well, then what are you waiting for?” Katalina smirked, both of their pupils immediately dilating.

Those words snapped something in Stiles like never before and he immediately dove into action. He kicked his boxers completely off of his legs as Katalina backed up on the bed and he gently pushed her down onto the mattress. His lips were back on hers with such need and desperation that their teeth were now clashing as they kissed but neither one of them truly cared enough to stop. Stiles’ hands slid behind her back and unclasped her bra with ease. He broke their kiss to plant wet ones on her skin as he slipped the straps down her shoulders. The bra soon met the rest of their clothes on the floor and Stiles instinctively placed his mouth on one of her breasts.

Stiles’ hand trailed down her body until they reached the hem of her panties and, without even feeling like teasing her since he too desperately wanted more, he pulled it off her legs and dropped them elsewhere. He sucked lightly on her pulse point and the increasing ache in her core was interrupted when he unexpectedly skimmed his middle finger inbetween her soaking wet folds.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned and Katalina’s hips bucked from how badly she wanted more friction.

Stiles complied and slipped his middle finger into her warmth, earning a loud and shameless moan from her lips. He gently hooked his finger inside of her and moved against her walls, the delicious feeling stimulating intense pleasure in her which provoked sudden desire for more than just his sexy hands.

“Stiles,” Katalina moaned, her voice breathless as she leans her head back into his pillow. “I need more.”

He thought she meant more of his hands and began to slip another finger inside of her only to be stopped by Katalina’s hand grasping on his wrist. Stiles immediately removed his face from her nipple to look up at her with curious eyes.

“I need more of you.”

Stiles’ erection immediately twitched at her seductive voice and, without missing a single beat, he pulled his fingers out of her and put them into his mouth. Katalina moaned at how sexy he looked and Stiles moaned at how amazing she tasted before he spread her legs further apart and pumped himself a few times at her entrance. Stiles wet himself with her arousal and gazed deep into her eyes when he knew they were both ready.

Katalina’s own warm eyes stared at him as she reached for his free hand and laced it with her own, the small act of tenderness making his heart flutter. With their fingers intertwining together and never breaking their intense but affectionate stare, Stiles carefully slid himself inside of her. Due to how wet and slick she was, moving into her was easy and completely pleasurable. Both of them let out loud moans of appreciation at the fact that they were connected again after everything, but this time in the right way. There was no more guilt, no more pain and no more worries floating over their heads. Stiles and Katalina were finally back where they belonged. They were finally home.

Stiles thrusted into her slowly, feeling no need to make this fast and desperate. He wanted to enjoy every second he had with her and she certainly didn’t complain. The slower Stiles moved, the faster their hearts beat. They both gazed at each other with such love and care in their eyes that Katalina couldn’t hold back the smile on her face. The sight made Stiles’ entire body flood with happiness, the same happiness he hasn’t felt in the longest time.

It’s like what’s said in the 80’s movie they both love so much, St. Elmo’s Fire. “There are several quintessential moments in a man’s life: losing his virginity, getting married, becoming a father, and having the right girl smile at you.” That right girl to Stiles was Katalina and he knew that this image of her smiling up at him adoringly as he made love to her would be burned in his memory forever.

Even though they went slow, the deep thrusting certainly didn’t fail to build up an insane amount of pleasure in them. And before they even knew it, Stiles and Katalina were succumbing to the lust and intense orgasms were crashing down on them with incredible force. Electricity and ecstasy ran through their veins as they cried out each other’s names, her back arching into his chest and her toes curling into the mattress. Stiles’ moans, on the other hand, were muffled when he stuffed his head back into her neck at the same time that his body twitched and released his liquids inside of her heat.

When the pleasure pooling in their bodies was replaced with satisfaction and bliss, Stiles pulled himself out of Katalina and fell beside her on his bed. They were so peaceful from the loving sex they just had that they didn’t even mind the sweat lingering on their skin or the evidence of arousal still on their groins. All they could think about was how in love they were with each other as Stiles wrapped his arms around her naked body and brought Katalina closer into his bare chest. Pushing her damp hair off her face, Stiles left tender kisses on her forehead.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Kat.” He smiled and, even though she was already sleepy, Katalina looked up at him with admiration in her eyes.

“I’ll never stop loving you either, Stiles.”

Stiles leaned in and kissed her deeply, too addicted to her lips to let go. The kiss was so passionate and full of love that it put every other kiss on the planet to shame. Since the invention of the kiss, there have been a few that were rated the most romantic, the most pure. But, this kiss left them all behind.

It didn’t matter how hard Theo or the universe itself tried, these two were inseparable and nothing would ever keep them apart. Even when the odds worked against them, Stiles and Katalina would always find a way back to each other, no matter what.


As a Cronus enthusiast I am severely disappointed in myself for only figuring this out now.

I’m probably not the first one to think about this:

Aizawa probably did not start out in the Heroics department when he enrolled into Yuuei. He was probably in a similar situation to Shinsou, gifted with an amazing quirk but unable to use it to pass the entrance exam due to it not being useful in battle against machines (assuming that they did use some sort of machines in the past for a “fair fight” in the entrance exam). Unlike Yamada, who could yell at things and make them break.

As mentioned, students could transfer into the Heroics department from any other provided they proved themselves during the sports festival. I can just see Aizawa battling with Yamada. Yamada attempting to use his quirk- confused as to why it isn’t working, and then getting thrown to the ground by Aizawa. Aizawa manages to take down other students with Emitter and Transformation type quirks, only to be knocked out of the fight by a Mutant type quirk holder.

A kid with the ability to erase two thirds of the possible quirk classes? Of course he was considered and then transferred to the Heroics department. Only after some harsh training to get his physical skills up to standard. (Like that slightly rougher Shinsou at the beginning of this newest arc.)

This could also explain the walk that Aizawa and Shinsou took at the end of the Sports Festival Arc.

(I know I messed up the name order of Mic. It’s suppose to be Yamada Hizashi. Rushed sketch I apologise for the mishap. This doesn’t usually happen and I usually follow the proper Surname Name order.)

Now That You Mention It

Prompt:  Write-a-Thon day one- AU day

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Female!Reader

AU: Highschool AU

Word count: 2,763

Warning: None

Summary: Reader tries out for the school’s next theater production, In The Heights, and unexpectedly gets the role of Vanessa. You’ll never guess who plays Usnavi.

A/N: Yep, here it is, Day one, done. Almost three hours later than I was hoping. But at least I got it out. I hope you guys enjoy!

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- Chapter eight: Part two -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why it should…”

25 weeks

“As your baby grows, more sounds will become audible to him or her. Around week 25 or 26, babies in the womb have been shown to respond to voices and noise. Recordings taken in the uterus reveal that noises from outside of the womb are muted by about half. The most significant sound your baby hears in the womb is your voice. In the third trimester, your baby can already recognize it. He will respond with an increased heart rate that suggests he is more alert when you’re speaking.”

I arose the next morning in his bed, my lungs filling with the mind-dizzying scent of him as the faint twinge of his fingers gently glided over the front of my body. His face was nuzzled against the top of my shoulder, the strap of the tank top I was wearing having inched down over my arm as his stubbled chin grazed across the soft skin. My eyes remained closed; not ready to let the leaking sunlight fully wake me as I faced away from him, pushing my head further down into the cushy pillow.

Tiny kisses were being pressed to the round of my shoulder as the slight drag of his fingertips over the swell of my covered tummy made a gentle smile pull across my lips. I was beyond sleepy as we had spent the entire night together; talking and laughing, really getting to know each other before Niall was once again buried inside me with his mouth on my throat and his hands in my hair. I knew I didn’t stand a chance trying to stop myself from being with him, to stop myself from wanting to feel him inside me and taking me well beyond any place I thought I deserved, so I didn’t even try. We fucked for more than an hour, every movement slowed and every sense heightened as we savored in the intoxicating and rousing pleasure of one another. He held me after, both of us drifting off and barely moving all night, that was until I felt his frisky touch attempting to ease me from my sleep.

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Okay but (beside the fact that he’s absolutely beautiful) Bakugou is smart.

He knows what’s going on.

Izuku had literally told him after their first fight. Or at least he had told him enough.

He’s putting the pieces together, I think. And it’s going to be interesting when he does.

i like to headcanon that Bakugou’s parents work in the hero fashion industry. not sure where exactly, but that’s where i hc that they work


10 years ago, Aizawa, a new hero only 20 years old, goes to them for customer service b/c he’s looking for a hero tool to help him capture villains. as they’re talking, Mitsuki gets a call that her usual babysitter can’t babysit anymore because they have personal issues and they just don’t have time to babysit anymore. it’s all very last second and it throws a wrench into everything

so while Masaru is asking Aizawa what his quirk is, Mitsuki is freaking out because she really needs a babysitter for her 5 year old son. and as she hears Eraserhead say “Eraser quirk” she has a brilliant idea

she asks Aizawa if he can babysit her son.

Aizawa, at first, tries to turn them down b/c he’s got a job and he probably won’t have time to do something like babysitting. except… well. he DOES want to become a teacher in the next few years. maybe babysitting could give him some first hand experience with this kinda stuff. true, it’s a different age range, but…

Aizawa quirks an eyebrow and decides, yes. this could be a very good learning experience for him. 

and that’s how Aizawa became Bakugou’s babysitter.

(Aizawa has a firsthand view of Bakugou and Izuku’s relationship, too. the second he notices shit going down, he doesn’t let it fly. oh no. he won’t let behavior like that go unpunished. 

Bakugou, angry and frustrated, learns at an early age that he can’t take his anger out on other people for his own problems. he learns at five what he would’ve learned at 15 had Aizawa not been there)

anonymous asked:

What about todomomo deciding to have kids?

       Note: Omg I had so much fun writing this. Izuocha is mentioned. My headcanon that Todoroki totally thinks Yaoyo is more intimidating in combat than him and Midoriya’s daughter totally admires todo when she was young.Also made reference to akeemi-life’s todomomo twins. Enjoy! 

In which Todoroki confronts an enemy alone and Yaoyo faces her dilemma

               Todoroki touched his left side gingerly and winced at the excruciating pain. Without looking, he already knew that the enemy had dislocated his shoulder; his right leg was stabbed twice also, rendering him completely vulnerable at the very moment. His chest heaved and he leaned against what was left of a fallen pole, preparing to avoid any more combat. The police had detained the fighting around the corner of 2nd street and despite the usual protocols, Todoroki knew he had to step over bounds a little to capture the man. His head flicked to the left, a malodorous scent penetrating his domain, and he gritted his teeth.

               “Where are you, you bastard?!” A low voice growled somewhere behind him and Todoroki’s nose scrunched in agitation.

               Todoroki could feel his leg shaking from the loss of blood. Any time now, back up should be coming. He just needed to hold out a few minutes more. A static noise came out of the communication device on his uniform and he quickly gave the contraption a click.

               “Hello? Shouto?” A familiar voice came out unclearly but Todoroki sighed in relief at her composed attitude.

               “Momo, I’m behind a bunch of rubble around…” He looked up to find the nearest indication and continued in a whisper, “Around Tanpopo’s Floristry and 2nd street post office. I can’t hold out for more than 2 minutes, come quick with someone. I repeat, do not come alone. Do not engage alone.”

               “I got it,” she answered, and he knew she was worried about him by the sound of her voice, “ETA 45 seconds. When you hear my—“

               The radio became muffled as a sudden explosion erupted underneath his position. Todoroki dodged by the skin of his teeth and quickly shifted his weight to his left leg and sent a burst of fire towards his opponent. Despite having such a dull quirk, the man standing opposite of him had the melee prowess of a tiger and leapt to avoid the flames with ease.

               “You can’t dodge forever,” the man hissed, “my ‘crater’ quirk will shake earth to its very core and swallow you with it!”

               Somewhere behind Todoroki, he could hear footsteps and a distinct snap and he smirked knowingly.

               “Even if you aren’t scared of me,” the fire and ice hero stated as he made the man defer to his intense glare.

               “You should at least be scared of my wife.”

               An unannounced thunderous boom along with a cannon ball propelled itself over Todoroki’s head and he watched as his stunned opponent took it straight to his torso, sending him flailing through to the other side of the street. Tatters of footsteps followed and his wife’s shadow appeared itself.

               “Shouto!” She yelled in concern and Ojiro followed close behind. From afar, Dark Shadow and Tokoyami were holding the demonic villain down but were clearly experiencing difficulties avoiding the collapsing ground under their feet caused by the villain’s quirk.

               “Ojiro, bring Shouto out of here, I got this with Tokoyami, hurry,” her voice came out an octave lower than before, “this man wouldn’t know what hit him, literally…doing this to my husband is unforgivable.” It was no time to be laughing, but Todoroki couldn’t help but find his wife’s killer intent adorable.


               “I still can’t believe you went to confront that guy on your own, Shouto,” Momo was rolling the remaining unused portions of the gauze back into his original state, “If you do that again, I swear…”

               “Sorry for worrying you,” He skimmed his finger over his wife’s excellent handiwork and turned his wrapped arm to inspect the other side, “how’d you and Tokoyami get him within a minute?”

               A hint of red appeared on Yaoyorozu’s cheeks, “I perhaps went a little too crazy, I mean he was already weakened by you, and I was thinking rationally of course, just you know, broke four of his ribs, his pelvic bone, his hip bone and –“

               Todoroki cocked an eyebrow, “How?”

               “Oh, well the first canon broke most of his bones but afterwards Dark Shadow trapped him and I forged a machine gun to scare the man a little,” she paused sheepishly, “he didn’t surrender so I shot him with three tranquilizers, immobilizing him immediately.”

She sounded a little too proud and huffed, “I was quite happy that I’ve finally perfected my snipers, machine guns, and bazooka creations though, and who told him to leave you in this state, you gave me a near heart attack when I got Midoriya’s call!”

Todoroki was about to apologize for the twentieth time that day but was saved by a click of the doorknob.

Entered Midoriya, waving his hands, and two little girls.

“Say hi to Uncle and Auntie,” Midoriya tipped forward to speak to his daughters, “ask Uncle if he’s okay too, he would like that.” Yaoyorozu smiled at their guests and quickly picked up the youngest one, making sure the teddy bear in her hand didn’t plummet down painfully to the floor.

“Aww, I haven’t seen little Ayako and Sumire for so long!” Yaoyorozu’s eyes lit up without skipping a heartbeat and hugged onto the girl in her arms tightly, “look how much you’ve grown!”

“Sumire drew this for you,” Midoriya gentily placed a picture of what resembled a cat-dog-rabbit creature holding a lollipop onto Todoroki’s lap and the man smiled at the green-haired girl whom shyly hid behind her dad. When Sumire was young, everyone remembered, she always said that she wanted Uncle Todoroki to be her husband when she grew up, not understanding its implications, but now that she’s older, she would always hide in embarrassment whenever the latter was around.

“Who did your pig-tails for you?” Yaoyorozu put Ayako down onto the seat beside her and Todoroki watched as she gave a radiant grin towards the older one and the little girl shifted a little, looking up at her dad whom urged her softly to answer back.

“Mama,” Sumire replied and Midoriya placed a hand onto the end table to lean against it.

“Ochako’s not off yet, and the kids wanted to follow me to see their Auntie Momo so I hope they’re not too much of a nuisance,” the man spoke and crossed him arms, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to back you up, I was too far off 15th.”

Todoroki nodded and noticed Ayako and Yaoyorozu playing rock paper scissors in the corner of his vision, “don’t worry about it, I understand.”

Sumire pulled onto Midoriya’s plaid shirt and darted her gaze from Todoroki to her dad, “I want to go home Papa,” she paused, lines forming on her little forehead, “I’m tired and Mommy’s home.”

Midoriya gave Todoroki a crinkled smile and the said man slouched a little, “Sorry Todoroki, looks like I’ll have to visit another time, you know how kids are….” He tilted his body forward to coo Sumire and Ayako quickly jumped off her seat to where her sister was.

“Say byebye,” Midoriya told them. Who knew Midoriya could be so good with kids?

“Bye,” both of the little girls said at the same time and Ayako held her sister’s hand as both of them hopped out the door in their teeny brown loafers.

Yaoyorozu gave a loud exhale, “Did you hear that?” Delight was etched onto her face as she sat next to Todoroki, “The kids wanted to see their Auntie Momo!” She admired the picture on his lap for a bit before placing it down onto the end table with care.

The man turned his head over and without warning, he asked “why don’t we have kids?”

Yaoyorozu jolted a little from the sudden question and she felt a pang in her heart, “What?! I…I’ve never thought about being a mother…that’s just…”

“Ridiculous?” Todoroki finished her sentence for her and closed the distance between them, “Why would you think that?”

“Because I don’t know how to be a mother,” she added, eyes drifting off to obscurity. Todoroki awkwardly placed his two wrapped arms on her shoulder, forcing her to fix her eyes on him.

“You will learn how to,” he reassured. He watched as she lowered her gaze, “look at me, Momo. Trust me.”

“What if I …I get confused and lead them to the wrong path? Playing with kids and having one are totally different things. The responsibilities are endless! What if—“

“I’m here with you,” he intervened, “And I can’t imagine a more suitable woman to be a mother than you. Let alone the mother of my children. You’re patient and strong at the same time. I saw how you were with Midoriya’s kids. Every time you see Uraraka holding onto them, it makes me think.” He paused.

“I respect you so much, Momo, you know that.“

Yaoyorozu picked up her head and wrapped her arms around him. With a hushed voice, she said into his ear, “I don’t think I could get to where I am now without you.”

“And me too for you,” he pressed her closer and secured his right arm slightly around her shoulder, avoiding his sensitive wounds, “I bet you already have your top ten names in your head right now.”

Yaoyorozu thrusted her lower lip forward and rolled her eyes, “You know me too well, Shouto.”

He smirked, “but tell me when I’m discharged, visiting hours are over, so you’d better go before that nurse comes in to shoo you like last time.”

The woman stood up and straightened herself, examining the calm look on her husband’s face, “Fine, I might not be able to come tomorrow, so make sure you eat and get lots of rest.”

“Ah, sure,” Todoroki answered. He watched as his wife glanced over before she departed, casting him to sit in silence and in awe of the conversation they just had.

A thrilling rush overcame him and as he plopped his head down onto the comfy pillow, a train of daydreams fancied him. Lying on the bed in complete silence as he thought, a smile made way to his lips.

Hopefully we will have twins.