“Percy, I don’t know if you can hear me… but… that day in Syngorn was one of the best moments of my life. And not because of what you think. It wasn’t because of my father, or the title. It was because of Whitestone. It was because of you. You allowed me to be a part of the thing that you hold dearest, and I’m so proud… but I don’t want to be here if you’re not. Whitestone still needs you, darling. I still need you here.” And I lean down, and I kiss him. And I say: “I should’ve told you: it’s yours.”
I’m surprised no one’s drawn All Might/Toshinori wearing workout tanktops with cheesy quotes before, so I made some myself
No one knows where he gets the tanktops, they just kind of appear, but he gets most of his bandanas from fellow gym-goers who like seeing him there (they’re still concerned that his bangs are going to get stuck in the equipment)
an everyone lives au where chirrut and baze really Are the team dads. chirrut gives jyn tips on hand-to-hand combat and insists she give him pointers on firing a blaster even though he’s never touched one and probably never will (blasters are baze’s thing). baze complains about it but he mends cassian’s jackets because he’s used to chirrut doing something reckless and tearing one of his capes like every three days. bodhi comes to their room when he misses home especially much and chirrut makes tea for the three of them. k2 teaches baze binary and is very proud of it because all the droids on base start liking baze the most so they don’t bother him and r2 anymore. It’s nice, as far as war can be anyway
Can you do a cute Bughead fluff where they're married and have a toddler and have a cute family day and the toddler says "Mommy" and "Daddy" a lot! Sorry this prompt is so confusing😂
“Cody! That’s such a good boy! Momma is so proud of you!” Betty bounced her one year old son on her knees, kissing his cheeks and smearing the banana all over her own face.
Jughead walked downstairs, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at his little family.
“What are we proud of today?” He asked, surprising Betty and causing her to whip towards him, lifting up Cody and holding him out to Jughead
“He ate a whole banana! The whole thing! He was a hungry little bug today!” She looked down lovingly at the baby in her arms. He pressed a pudgy hand to her cheek and beamed
“Momma” he giggled. Betty nuzzled his hand and nipped at it, causing him to break into laughter.
Sometimes Jughead thought his life was too good to be true, he had the most patient, kind, beautiful wife in the world and his son was his pride and joy. He was such a good boy, he hardly ever cried and Cody loved his family, his mother was the light of his life and he looked at his father like he hung the moon, no one except Betty had ever looked at him like that and It was one of his proudest accomplishments. The dark haired, twenty five year old had published three New York Times best sellers and was on Peoples “top 20 men to look out for” list, Betty owned her very own Veterinary clinic in Riverdale and was one of the most prominent features in the tiny town, she put together bake sales for the elementary school, was head of the Riverdale Big Brother Association, and she was the co-chaperone of The Blue and Gold, next to Jughead of course.
“Momma! momma!” He looked over to see Cody sitting on the floor clapping his hands in his play pen while Betty arranged his toys and ruffled his mop of dark hair.
“Momma has to wash off all this banana, as yummy as it is, I’ve got a hot date with a golden retriever this afternoon and the only messy kisses I want today are from my two favorite guys.” She winked at her husband as she headed for the kitchen.
At the mention of Golden Retriever, a mess of white fur flew past Jughead and nudged at Betty’s legs
“Hi hotdog, good morning. Now you wanna be friends? Last night you only wanted to cuddle with daddy, I see how it is! You only want me for my banana!” She scratched behind his ears.
“Daddy!” Jughead tore his eyes away from his perfect wife and looked to his son
“Hi bubba.” He picked up Cody and smiled as his son dropped his head to his neck, “tired?” He asked as Cody nodded , before pulling his head away “daddy.” He said seriously. Jughead had to bite his lip to keep from cracking up. Cody only knew the words “yes, momma, daddy and Hadag(hotdog)” but that didn’t stop the one year old from having some pretty serious conversations with his parents.
“Yes of course, that makes perfect sense.” He nodded. satisfied, Cody nudged gently as Jughead placed him back in his pen, turning to walk away he heard the tiny little voice, exasperated, “daddy!”
Jughead turned around and smiled adoringly
“Of course how could I forget.” He bent down and placed a kiss to Codys forehead. The little boy grinned up at him before hollering
The big pile of fluff came forward and licked the babies face causing him to squeal in excitement. Jughead smiled and rubbed the dogs nose “good boy.” He whispered before heading into the kitchen, walking Over to Betty and wrapping his arms around her waist
“Good morning Juliet.”
She turned slightly in his arms and smiled up at him
“Good morning handsome.”
He placed a kiss to her neck and smiled when he felt her visibly shiver, even after four years of marriage they were still as in love as they were when they were sixteen.
“I thought you had today off?” He whispered as she turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck “I did, but Moose And Diltons golden Retriever apparently has a cold and they called the clinic last night, I swear Juggie, it was like the stress of this dogs cold was enough to drive them to divorce, I’d like to prevent that.” She cringed at the memory of Dilton screaming and Moose practically in tears.
“Thank goodness they don’t have a baby.” He snorted, pushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.
“Hey, I wouldn’t say anything mister, remember when Cody got his first bloody nose? You made your dad spend the night because you were afraid neither of us would be able to drive Cody to the hospital.” She raised a brow as he blushed.
“It was horrifying and we were both in hysterics.” He shrugged.
“And I love you for it.” She pressed a kiss to her husbands lips and his hands tightened around her waist. “What do you say we drop Cody off at my mothers tonight? Polly said jay jay has been dying to see his little cousin again and I’ve been dying to try a new recipe, what do you think?” She dropped her lips below his ear and he groaned audibly
“Sounds like a very very good plan.“he whispered, picking her up and dropping her on top of the counter, his lips attacking hers as her hands tugged at his hair.
"Momma, Daddy!” The tiny voice broke them out of their bubble and Betty hopped down.
“To be continued” she giggled, winking as Jughead smiled dopily, leaning against the counter and sending a quick Thankyou to whatever being up above had let him have this life.
Wow another ask! Anyway, how would UF main 4 react to human child falling underground and they're blind? But their sniffing and hearing is TOPNOTCH.
i made the mistake of watching a playthrough of “little nightmares” so now all i’m imagining is a baby version of The Janitor - M.M.
The fact that you always seem to know where he is kind of freaks him out, but he doesn’t point it out. You’re a sneaky little thing, aren’t you? The fact that you can’t see just makes him all the more protective, but seeing you make it through on your own makes him…proud at the same time. You’re a real gem, aren’t you, kid? Well, he’s supporting you from the shadows, pal. & given the Underground’s current state, you’re gonna need it.
The fact that you’ve made it through all his puzzles both confounds & irritates him. You’re blind, he should have captured you by now!! How are you so good at this?! He’s impressed by you, he bitterly admits, & considers you a worthy adversary for him to face-off against. So prepare yourself human, because despite your handicap, the Terrible Papyrus will not show you Mercy!!
She’s torn on her objective. You’re blind, but you’ve made it this far, & she still has a duty to take your SOUL. You’ve got a disadvantage, & that just makes you an easier target. But you’re a child. A blind child. The moment you start avoiding her attacks, though, she pulls off the Gloves. You’ve got a SOUL, & she’s got a mission dammit, as bad as it feels–you’re coming with her!!
She considers you to be extremely interesting. She’s been watching you this whole time, from her hidden cameras. You’ve made it all the way to Hotland, despite it all. You’re one of the most interesting humans she’s ever met, not that she’s met any. She’s secretly a bit of a fan. You’re strong, you’re smart, & you’re obviously brave, having gotten where you are with such a huge disadvantage. So, cautiously, she agrees to help you through to see the King. She’ll keep her distance, but finally getting to be on your side is…actually kind of exciting.
We are all so proud of Harry and seeing how far he's come. Can you imagine though what Louis must be feeling? When Harry cried during that interview saying he wants people to like him, and it cut to Louis saying he felt useless cause he couldn't help him... look at his boy now. Having your best friend and your partner stand by your side, lift you up and encourage you, and love you gives so much confidence and growth. I hope they're so proud of each other. Always.
god, they must be. they’ve both got so much to be proud of! your message honestly made me tear up a bit
Yo I'm loving these BTS reactions of something that involves their sister, but I feel like since they're mostly about their sister dating jerks I just gotta have something about her getting a man that's good to her. So could you pretty please do a reaction to their little sister getting engaged to a man that clearly loves her very much (just to be clear they've been dating for a long time and BTS has met them) I love your reactions so much, they're so well written and realistic 😘😍
He was so proud of you and so glad. His little sister was his moon and stars and all he ever wanted was for her to be happy. Part of him would ache, it would feel like he was losing her to someone else and he was worried they wouldn’t be as close as they used to be. But he knew no matter what you would still love him and you have someone who you would support and be supported by. He just had to come to terms with the fact that you really, REALLY were an adult now, off to make a family of your own with someone who loved you.
It was a bittersweet feeling. He knew you were going to be happy and this was something you’ve told him about wanting for years, but now that it’s happening he’s scared. You were one of the supporters in his life, he didn’t want someone to cause any sort of drifting apart. One of the worst things he feared was that you would eventually fall out of contact with each other as he was an idol and you were settling down. But he swallowed those fears. He knew you, knew your fiance, and trusted in the bond you all share.
It would be right to assume he was going to be excited, but under his wide smile was a tight knot of nervousness. He knew your partner was a good person but he knew he would always be afraid of you getting your heart broken. Hoseok knew that would never go away though. He was always going to want to make sure you never got hurt, and getting married was going to mean another person wanted to look after you and protect your smile. So his nerves melted away into pride and anticipation. He wanted to help plan your wedding if you’d let him.
He would step in and talk to you and just make sure that you were ready and wanted it just as much as your fiance. When you assured him that yes you were happy and wanted to move forward with your life and relationship, he would be glad to help plan. He had the most faith out of everyone in your relationship and if you said you were ready, then you were. He wanted to be there for you when your wedding jitters set in and he knew being an overbearing big brother wasn’t the way to go. All he wanted in life was to see you happy.
He might not take it the best. In his eyes, you will always be the little sister with scraped knees and pigtails. The idea of you getting married is forcing him to really face the reality that you aren’t the same little girl who played with her toys and got mud on her face. He would probably cry when you told him, but wouldn’t let you know if it was from happiness or not. He would come around when you assure Jimin that he wasn’t losing you and you would always love him. He would want to be the one to walk you down the aisle instead of your dad. (Don’t let him, he wants to lowkey threaten your groom.)
Family is the most important thing to him, and he considered you getting married as your family growing and extending. Taehyung would probably be so happy for you he would pick you up and spin you around. He was so happy for you and began to already plan what he would do with his future nieces and nephews. You would have to slow him down and remind him that you aren’t even married yet. He had so much faith in you and your future but did remind you if your future husband hurt you he was gonna kick his ass. Full Daegu satoori and everything.
Did you have to? Was his first thought. But he quickly choked it down and smiled brightly for you. He was happy for you, he really was, but the thought of you moving on and not having time for him made him feel dizzy and stifled. Between him being an idol and you preparing for a wedding he couldn’t imagine being able to see you much. You would have to gently remind him that you couldn’t just stay in one place and be children forever. He would straighten up and be a lot more supportive, he was still scared but he wanted to walk into the future following your example.
Honestly though, tsukki rarely smiles genuinely, he’s usually mocking someone or thanking them for calling him annoying (what a brat lol) but other than like one(?) time that he’s smiled at something his brother said, he also only smiles at yamaguchi, usually when he’s just yelled at him but also when he’s in his serve streak against seijoh. Anyway tsukki is super proud of him and cares about him a lot okay
I'm so proud of Dan but I'm so proud of Phil too. It takes time and patience and love to support someone when they're depressed and he's been with Dan through all this and I just love Phil Lester for being such a good person and supportive friend
i definitely do agree. dan was the main one who decided to help himself and has probably been putting in the most work, but phil’s stuck by him the whole time he’s been working on himself and been in the background with love and support and i love love
Kageyama's parents don't accept his relationship with Hinata and when Hinata's Mother found out, she practically adopted him as her own, and makes sure he gets all the love his parents deprive him from. When they're older, even though they can't legally get married in Japan, they still have a ceremony. They're on the national team. They keep their relationship on the dl but their fans suspect their relationship. Their team knows... THEY'RE JUST SO IN LOVE, OKAY!
HINATA’S MOM WOULD OKAY
she was always so proud of the both of them and loved having him over. sometimes when she made a dish she knew kageyama loved, she would invite him over herself to come eat with them. she loved him and treated him like her own son
Hey! I just recently found ur blog and I absolutely love your work! Do you think you could do an imagine ((with extra fluff;) ) where the reader is a drummer and singer in a band and they're dating Ethan and him and teamiplier goes to one of the reader's concerts and they're all awed,shocked and amazed and Ethan is just so proud of his little drummer girl
o K this is so cute and i can’t and it’s nearly midnight when i’m starting this and i have classes tomorrow but this is really really really cute and i can’t
I Favor The Drummer
When you were eight years old, you got your first drum set and immediately fell head over heels for the idea of creating unique beats. It turned into your favorite thing to do, and you drove your parents absolutely insane. It was sort of hilarious; especially because you were never bad at it, you just were really loud. You were told by a teacher that you have the habit of hitting drums pretty hard, but the drumsticks you have are super durable. You’ve broken pairs before, but the practically endless supply has been replenished time and time again by your ridiculously supportive parents.
Honestly, you just loved the damn instrument. You loved music, playing it in front of crowds with your hair down and your makeup done, looking absolutely badass while people are cheering. It’s been your dream for the longest of times. But you’re beginning to live it, one show at a time.
At the beginning of a west-coast tour in your hometown of Los Angeles, you were out shopping for some thrift store tanktops to rip up and cut up. It wasn’t until you were out of the store that you met Ethan.
He was ridiculously sweet to you, because you forgot your bus card, he let you use his. On the way back to your stop, he talked with you, and you asked him if he liked music.
“I mean, who doesn’t? I’m not sure if I have anything specific I like, but music is still the shit.”
“I’m a drummer,” you smile, “that’s why I asked, is all.”
Your meetings at the bus stop turned a lot more natural, because you’d walk there to go to band practice and he’d walk there to go to his office.
“I actually do YouTube,” he sounds prideful, “my viewers are the best people I’ve ever met. They’re fantastic and I can’t believe how much support I get from them. Especially now, when I’m working as an editor and also a content creator.”
“That’s so admirable. It’s kinda like how I feel with my band, y'know, like anybody who’s ever listened to us are just the best people, no matter what they have on their minds. They’re there then, and now.”
“I’d love to see your band sometime,” he smiles to you. You laugh a little, brushing your hair behind your ear.
“That’d be awesome, thanks. I’ll subscribe, and find some time to watch you.”
As you and Ethan talked more and more, you understood each other more. Your professions actually weren’t too far off from being the same. It’s hard to make it both ways, and it’s really fun both ways. He always talks about the people who watch him in the best possible light, and you talk about the people who listen to you in the best possible light.
You’re still surprised when he asks you to coffee one morning.
“Like… now?” You ask, worried that you’ll be blowing off the girls. It’s always been a habit of yours to come to practice, rain or shine, sick or healthy.
“If it’s fine by you,” he smiles. “I don’t have much work today, I did a lot of it in advance so we could have the morning.”
“I guess I do need some coffee,” you grin, and walk with him to the little shop down the street.
He buys you your drink and you sit and talk for a little over an hour. You don’t even feel the time passing, because his stories and his voice is timeless. You’re so amazed that he’s so persistent and constant in his job, and you think that he thinks the same of you. It’s really the greatest.
For a while, you sit and talk with empty cups about everything and nothing. Favorite things, horrible first dates, high school. It’s casual and you switch topics so smoothly. It makes you happy to see him smiling at you across the table. Especially because of how he looks at you, with the same pride that one would with a fond friend.
It only takes you another couple months of small coffee rendezvous for him to ask you on a proper date. You end up spending a day together at the coast, chilling and building sand castles. He makes you laugh and you tell him that you want to go out with him again, and he beams with happiness when you guys step your feet into the water. It’s really, really cold.
One day, at the coffee shop (you managed to reschedule practice to a couple hours later than it used to be), you’re both sitting together hand-in-hand.
“I have a show this weekend,” you sort of mumble. “I was wondering if you wanted to go, ‘cause you still haven’t seen me play.”
“I’m totally going,” he announces. “And I’ll even bring my friends. I’m sure you’re going to be amazing, okay?”
You hide a shy smile, because he’s the one person you don’t want to mess up for.
The weekend rolls around faster than you thought it would. You’re waiting backstage at a small venue, knowing that Ethan’s in the audience for you. You keep twirling your drumsticks between your fingers, doing some light vocal warm-ups because you always sing the stripped-down songs. Your T-shirt is one he bought you; “I Favor The Drummer”, only you cut off the sleeves and added some other little holes because drumming gets really warm really fast.
The moment you get out on stage, you can hear people yelling for you. You turn your head to see Ethan and a group of people, all in the shirts, smiling with such pride. And Ethan’s is the biggest.
Your set is probably the best you’ve ever played. You throw in some cool drumstick tricks, and as always, end up getting up to the microphone once to sing. There’s something sweet about feeling like you’re singing to someone. You can’t mask it in your smile, in your stare to Ethan, in the way he nearly makes you giggle on stage by smiling right back.
In fact, the minute you’re off stage, Ethan comes over and gives you the biggest hug. And for a second, you wonder if it’s the right time to kiss him, because you could. You’d love to, in fact.
So you do, in a crowd of people who just listened to you play the most amazing show you ever had. And Ethan, of course, caused all of it.
Even though you’re sweaty and tired and you’re pretty sure you’re gross, he picks you up and spins you around and smiles like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
A/N: Since my brain apparently arbitrarily decides what I’m going to write I wrote this fluff by accident in the frenzied space of a few hours. But I’m really proud of it??? So I figured I’d post it. This is for all the Ikesen Kenshin-lovers out there, y’all know who you are. I hope you enjoy this little fluff.
He lifted the sake Shingen had offered to his lips, musing absently about the day’s events as the familiar burn warmed him. Time had seemed to halt to a standstill ever since they waited for the perfect opportunity to retaliate against the Fool of Owari, and boredom wracked his days as much as his evenings. Listless eyes roved at the intricate screen and lavish finery adorning his chambers, thoroughly jaded.
A puff of air filled the silence. How utterly dull.
As he lowered the disk the scent of that foreign flower she loved so much–what had Sasuke called it, jasmine?–drifted from his collar to bombard his senses. Memories like shards of ice tore through his thoughts, leaving his idle heart pounding as he remembered.
“Lord Kenshin please, if my arm were in working condition I’d take her there myself.” Sasuke pleaded, unable to bear the sight of his close friend so unwell.
“Absolutely not, why should I bother? She’s just another useless woman.” Sharp and uninterested, he made to leave.
“Even for a week’s worth of pickled plums?” The ninja coaxed, holding up a familiar container.
Muttering under his breath, Kenshin moved to lift the unconscious woman. Dressed in Azuchi finery, truly she looked the part of an Oda princess. Though she didn’t much act like one.
‘Let me out!’ She’d cried, 'You’re going to regret this!“ Her protests had been endless. When she’d understood there would be no freedom even as her throat turned to sandpaper, still she had clawed at the wooden beams until her fingers bled and her nails were unrecognizable. For all her bark, she didn’t hesitate to bite.
Though undignified, her vitality was hard to ignore. For all his desperation to dance at death’s door, she seemed equally desperate to survive this and return to the enemy.
"Where do you want her, Sasuke?”
“The nearest empty room should be just fine. Thank you, Lord Kenshin.”
He didn’t bother to answer and merely grunted as he stalked off. The closest empty room was the one beside Sasuke’s, and if he was so eager to take care of her he saw no reason to stop him. If he wanted to waste his time so be it.
As he walked he noticed with a hint of surprise that she was rather light; lighter, in fact, than when she first arrived. Had she stopped eating? Her face was drawn, mauve shadows under her eyes only serving to exacerbate her pallor. Were their accommodations so undesirable she would neglect herself?
Hmph. It mattered little. She would be dead or gone soon enough.
Nudging the screen forward with one boot, he found a futon there laid out and ready. Fast as ever, Kenshin mused wryly as he moved to lower her into the bedding. It should have been simple, quick–painless.
But her tiny hands had shot up to cling to his chest, her face nuzzling into the fur of his collar. “Mm, soft.”
Her delighted sigh skated across his neck, earning a startled shiver from him. What was this girl doing?
Again he attempted to extricate himself, but that only seemed to tighten her hold. “No,” She murmured. “Please…don’t go…”
Her broken, silken whisper made his stomach somersault; longings he had long since buried and strangled rising to haunt him. Flashes of silver, racuous laughter–eyes that had sparkled like stars for him alone–no.
No. No, that wouldn’t…
He felt her chest rising and falling against him with the ease that came with peaceful sleep. His eyes closed as he took a deep, shuddering breath; unable to name the strange relief that weakened his limbs. Afraid he would drop her, he sank slowly to his knees and crossed his legs. Moving slowly, he adjusted their position without jostling her. She murmured sleepily from time to time, but showed little to no inclination of moving other than to burrow deeper into his collar.
He didn’t dare make a sound until his eyes met the stars that dwelled in hers.
Foolish, he cursed both at himself and that strange slip of a woman as he downed the disk and refilled it. Perhaps then he could believe the light flush that had overcome his cheeks was the product of inebriation.
She’d addled him beyond any hope of repair; princess of the Devil King was right. She must have implemented some kind of sorcery.
A hand rose to rub at his throbbing eyes, willing thoughts of her away. But it only reminded him of what she’d seen in them.
As the screen door behind him glowed orange with the setting of the sun, she had stirred fitfully in his arms.
“Mnn, Sasuke? Lemme go, what time is i–” She’d blinked up at him blearily, eyes like saucers when she realized who was holding her.
“Lord K-kenshin?” There was a note of fear in her trembling voice, her body tensing. But as she gazed at him she slowly relaxed again; easing into him.
He did not understand this woman. “What is it?” He groused.
“Did you bring me here?” She asked, voice like velvet.
Gods, he hated how it soothed him as nothing else ever had. “What of it?”
“Nothing I just–” She worried her lip, looking down. “Thank you, it was very kind of you.”
Kind? “If there is anybody to thank, it is Sasuke. He insisted; I was merely saddled with the task.”
She shrugged, “That’s true,” but then her brows furrowed, a hand reaching toward him before she caught herself. “But then, why do you look so sad?”
“Should you care this much about the man that kidnapped you?” He looked to her, carefully blank-faced this time.
Her tinkling giggle rocked him, heart leaping to his throat at the unexpected sweetness of the sound. He gazed at her, lips parted slightly in shock.
“I care this much about the man that held me while I slept. You could have just shoved me off you know, I’m just a prisoner after all.” She grinned back before it dissolved into a worried frown. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t think I was such a clingy sleeper…"
He cleared his throat, shifting away from her as he finally realized he hadn’t let her go even when she’d woken up. "I do as I please. Get some sleep and make sure you eat something.” He didn’t look back as he closed the door behind him.
And now here he was, drowning himself in sake as if it could replace the warmth she had given him.